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metalchick19-blog · 5 years

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The Bowers Gang: Ship #7 - Victor Criss

Request: Congratulations on 200 followers!😁👏🏼💜 can I have a ship? I have light green eyes I have dirty blonde hair I have braces I also wear glasses😂 im 5”6 I’m a kind person and I’m kinda shy I like listening to music and getting high😂 I usually would wear jeans with my black hoodie and my converse and usually some rings with it thank you so much❤️❤️

Victor finally has a braces buddy, and he’s loving it

Way more attracted to you than any of his previous girlfriends, because you’re just killing the nerd aesthetic

Legit, girl. You’re the cutest person he’s ever seen - from your silky blonde hair to your adorably bespectacled eyes

...Seriously, dude - no joke. Victor Criss likes your face

You get to see a much geekier side of him than most other people see, because he feels you can relate to the parts of himself he’s insecure about (i.e. le brace-face)

Which basically means you get to know more of his real personality than anyone else

Gushes to you about his favorite books and movies, because he knows you won’t judge him for living the fandom life (Criss is a beast for good content)

Also open-mouthed smiles in front you, even though he typically avoids it like the plague with everyone else (huge deal for him)

Asks you to help him whenever he gets his braces caught in/on something

... Which happens at least once a day, because he’s never been able to put a shirt on without some of the fibers getting lodged in his brackets

Also picks things out of his braces in front of you, sometimes in very innovative ways (using a pencil, using a twisted up paperclip, etc.)

Which is mostly gross, but denotes the fact that he feels extremely comfortable with you

If you don’t feel honored by these genuine Victor moments, you will be slain

All the guys go through a major stoner phase when you first start hanging out with them

Wreaking havoc/fucking with other kids legit just turns into hot-boxing the Trans-Am and driving into town to get munchies together for the entire first month of your relationship

...Which makes it all the more surprising for you when the guys first open up a can of whoop-ass on someone with you in the vicinity

Totally throws you for a loop, because you had gotten the impression that they were relatively chill dudes by nature (stoner Bowers Gang is much more peaceful than regular Bowers Gang)

... They fix that incorrect perception for you over the course of the next few weeks though

Chilling side-note: Patrick wants you bad (at least for a night), because he can’t stop thinking about how your braces would tear his tongue to shreds every time he tongue-kissed you

Just revels in the fantasy of all that blood and spit (he’s a terrible human being - we know this)

Whenever you and the guys smoke together, 8 times out of 10, Patrick just holds the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds, then blows it out

Entirely because he wants to be the only one who’s sober, and none of you would allow that knowingly

Amps up his efforts to get you alone by 10,000 when everyone is high, because he knows your guard will be down, and the guys won’t be as vigilant about watching him

Victor is on it, though - even when he’s intoxicated

Either puts an arm around your waist/shoulders, or puts one of his hands in the back of your pants’ pocket, and will not move it from the second he gets high, to the second he comes back down

You will be next to him for the duration of the high; no separation whatsoever

Criss will not let his girlfriend be snaked by Hockstetter - every single guard is up

* Chilling side-note ended *

Cute side-note: You and Henry grow somewhat close through your love of the halfling’s leaf

He didn’t smoke much before meeting you, but started coming to your house to smoke and chill after especially bad encounters with his Dad (half to calm down, half to relieve the pain... *tears*)

Which means at least once a week, ya’ll are just chilling in your bedroom watching MTV and sharing your super woke high person thoughts with each other

Usually ends up staying the night, because he just passes out on the floor at some point

Is very respectful of your relationship though (Henry actually considers Victor his best friend) - never says or does anything that could be considered out of bounds

You really just become, and remain, very good friends

* Cute side-note ended *

Major bonus: Unlike Henry, Victor smoked on a regular basis even before meeting you, and rolls the neatest, tightest joints you’ve ever seen

Seriously - he has a gift; the nimbleness of his fingers knows no bounds

It’s seriously sexy to watch him do it, too - he focuses entirely on the task at hand, and tends to tilt his head in a way that sheds the perfect amount of light on his jawline

One word for it: Daddy

Victor puts his hands in the front pocket of your hoodie (facing you) whenever he gets cold

Partly because it actually helps, but primarily because he likes how hard you blush in response to his closeness

Many late-night walks where you guys just roam the streets listening to each other’s music (one headphone in your ear, one in his)

He makes a different playlist for almost every walk you take, because he wants to create an ambiance, and it’s adorable

You also trade each other a different song to listen to every day at school, because you’re both just hopeless romantics like that

Soooo many blonde jokes directed toward both you and Victor

Honestly, it can’t be helped

Whenever one of you says or does something even slightly air-headed, the guys take it as a chance to joke-insult both of you hard

... Which is awkward, considering both of you know you’re actually the smartest people in the group

Basically just the price to be paid for having the hair color that you have - sorry, friend

Henry and Patrick take your glasses at every given opportunity; you knew this would happen

Victor always gets them back for you...

... but will sometimes pretend to hand them back, then suddenly hold them over your head for a couple seconds, because he thinks your tiny rage is adorable (you’re so special that you bring out sexy bully Victor)

Always barrages your face with little butterfly kisses when he actually gives them back though, so you have absolutely no opportunity to stay mad

You lead a very happy, open, stoner life together, and honestly, more power to you

... Always make sure Patrick actually gets high when you smoke in group settings, though

Otherwise, some form of Hockstetter turmoil is very likely to catch up with you down the line

#henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #The Bowers Gang #the bowers gang headcanons #it

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 6 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOO HERE'S THE NEXT INSTALLMENT! It's time for our local snazzy, yet socially inept, android to meet our lil squish! LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier @thegoodnewsdoctler and @doctoripliler

Now, as I imagine you know, there are many doctors for many things. Science doctors, brain doctors, bum doctors, there's a myriad of people in this profession. Dr Iplier is more talented than people think, because he covers quite a broad scope as a general practitioner, but Dr Iplier is also quite adept when it comes to administering therapy. Not just physical therapy, but social therapy too, like providing people with anxiety a safe space and helping them develop techniques to be less uncomfortable in social situations and basically keep on track. Now, Iplier's current patient didn't have human anxiety, but he very much benefitted from Iplier social talks....because Google was socially inept.

The blue head droid had come to Iplier a while ago and expressed how he had started feeling intense discomfort when hanging around with other people, and Iplier had taken no time in figuring out that Google was developing his own kind of social anxiety....because of his lack of understanding. Despite Google having access to the entire internet and every source man-kind had to offer, he found himself feeling overwhelmed and confused whenever those around him talked about popular culture, trends, quips of language...or generally anything to do with the world. Iplier had soon figured out that Google had been trying to figure everything out at once, and it just wasn't good for him.

So, every week they would work on some social aspect. Sometimes it would be fandoms and franchises from popular culture so that Google wouldn't feel left out when other egos talked about them, or sometimes Iplier would explain why a meme or a joke was funny and how it progressed so that Google would understand the humour in it and actually enjoy hearing those jokes rather than feeling annoyed at not getting it. Today was an excellent day, because Google was rambling without a single glitch or inhibition in his voice; his vocals never wavered when he was having a good day.

'Doctor, I do believe that there are a number of internet words and phrases that I now understand! And as a result I now properly understand what some of the fans feel regarding us, and I must say I am astounded at how much all the humans seem to like us. They particularly ''stan'' with Oliver, and I think it is because he is cute?'

Iplier smiled proudly at his social prodigy, who was sat opposite Iplier at the other side of his desk, his blue eyes gleaming brightly with very potent happiness. Iplier loved these days, and he nodded with a smile as he replied.

'You are spot on Google, y'know the way you're picking this all up is seriously impressive. You should be really proud of yourself.'

Google blinked a few times at the compliments from the doctor, and for a moment he seemed to tremble in the wake of their strength and genuinity. The droid then smiled a crooked, gentle smile as he bowed his head.

'You....you are too kind doctor....your compliments and words of encouragement far surpass the normal praise that would be given in response to my small achievements.'

....the doctor was so ready to fight Google right now. Iplier knew that to Google, these achievements WEREN'T small, in any sense of the word. Iplier raised a reprimanding eyebrow at Google.

'....you'd better not be putting yourself down, I am the doctor here and I'm the one who decides what amount of praise and encouragement you deserve. You don't want me to tell Oliver on you, do you?'

Google's head snapped up at the implicit warning; Oliver may be a sweetheart....but when it comes to punishing his occasionally self deprecatory siblings, he never shows mercy. Iplier grinned softly at Google's fast response.

'That will not be necessary at all you are quite right, I shall not question what you deem appropriate.'

Google managed to catch himself before he started rambling anymore, and soon relaxed when he caught the very fond smile the doctor was giving him. Google however, became very confused in the following few seconds. The doctor had gone again to speak, most likely to outline the content of today's appointment...when a paperclip suddenly hit him in the cheek. That was most irregular. Paperclips are not sentient. What surprised Google most however, was how unperturbed the doctor was. Google cocked his head at him curiously when he saw the doctor give him a small apologetic look....before casting his gaze down to his open desk drawer and raising his eyebrows.

'Can I help you?'

Lo and behold, it was our sweet squishy boy, Gooper. He was gurgling in a giggly fashion, wiggling in his jumper-stationary nest as he whined softly at the doctor; the doctor hadn't pet him in like 20 minutes and he wanted the doctor's warm hands, was that too much to ask? The doctor snorted and shook his head, scooping him up and petting him like it was second nature as his gaze went back to Google.

'I can only apologise, this is Gooper.'

Google however, was beyond elated. He had heard so much about this little creature, and his happy, curious eyes were fixed on him as he analysed him....and his soft, wobbly smile returned as he reasoned that he was very, very cute. Then Google blinked a few times, looking back to the doctor as if with an epiphany.

'Doctor....would it be correct linguistically to say that Gooper was....''yeeting'' those paperclips at you?'

....the doctor's heart legitimately melted right there and then at seeing Google be so hopeful amidst his query. Of course, the doctor nodded with a very proud grin in place.

'That would be 100% correct...Google, seriously, you're doing such a good job with all of this.'

Amidst Iplier's complimentary reply and Google's bashful demeanour, Gooper's interest to the situation had now finally perked up...because of a certain phrase. ''Good job''. The doctor always used that phrase with Gooper when he did a good thing, and always gave him a little piece of stationary or some rubs or scratches as an accompanying reward. The doctor had said ''good job'' the blue smart Iplier, but he hadn't given him anything! Gooper decided he would fix that. He jumped out of Iplier's hands and onto the desk, rolling over to Google....and dropped a blue paperclip on the desk in front of him, letting out a soft gurgle; he still had some stored in his form. Google had his head cocked to the side in confusion, and looked to Iplier when the doctor suddenly let out a sigh of realisation.

'Doctor, what is he doing? Is this his method of communication?'

Iplier chuckled, shaking his head before proceeding to explain happily.

'Nono ah, I always use the phrase ''good job'' with him whenever he does something good, and I reward him with something, sometimes those somethings are paperclips. He's figured out that you've done something good and he wants to help reward you.'

Google blinked a few times as his processors worked, and soon a turquoise hue adorned his cheeks as he looked down at the little, marvellous creature. His lips quirked into a soft smile as he picked the paperclip up with one hand, whilst using the other to softly pet Gooper as he whispered.

'Thank you little Gooper....'

The doctor thought that his melted heart was legitimately going to now evaporate right there and then....seeing Google bestow affection on anyone or anything was rare, and a frickin blush too? This was just awesome! The doctor soon furrowed his brows though, since he now saw that Google had developed a light smirk. The droid looked back to him as he mused.

'I...think that his actions would be deemed as...cute...af?'

That caught the doctor off guard, and made him snort and grin a wide grin as some surprised breathy laughs left him; you should know that Google was delivering his speech in quite a monotone way....which made it all even funnier.

'Yes indeheedy....'

Iplier replied...then paused....and then there was a Look. You know, when you sometimes have an idea, and then you look at your friend, and they're looking at you too....and you can see the same idea behind their eyes? That was what was happening right now. Google and Iplier had both had an idea. An idea for an experiment. Google nodded his head fractionally to the doctor, who then continued.

'....you really are doing such a good job-'

The doctor....was interrupted. He was interrupted by probably one of the loudest squeaks know to man and squish, made by a certain little squish. Before both men knew it, Gooper had secreted ANOTHER paperclip from his form and set it in front of the blue Iplier. That was because he did a good thing again, Dr Iplier said the special good words! Gooper mewled as he observed them both, and wiggled happily when he saw them both grinning and chuckling softly; there was so much happy in the room! Google smiled bashfully as he picked up the second paperclip, already eager to continue the fun experiment.

'Thihis is....wonderfully fascinating....both this precious creature, and the fact that I am ''owning'' these modern linguistics so quickly.'

Iplier's eyes widened....and he loud out quite the guffaw whilst hurrying to cover his mouth, letting out peals of laughter and giggles because he just could not in any way keep himself composed right now. This was better than the time Wilford tried to snort candyfloss. The android was smirking at the state he had reduced the doctor to, feeling rather proud and amused that he was a) getting his social references correct, and b) that he was giving the man so much mirth.

'Ohohoho my gohohod....Gohoogle yohou're killing me....'

That made Google snicker, since he was aware that that phrase was not literal but instead meant that he was causing him a great amount of amusement and mirth in the situation. Google liked this a lot, this was all an excellent use of his time. He raised an eyebrow at the giggly doctor and teasingly asked.

'Did I do a good job doctor?'

As the doctor let out a few more snorts and laughs, hiding his face in his hands at Google's silliness, Gooper's attention peaked a little more. Now....the blue Iplier had said the phrase, did that mean the doctor did a good special thing? Hm....no.....no this was different, the blue Iplier's voice-tone was different-oh! That meant it was a question! The blue Iplier was asking the doctor if he himself had done good! Gooper understood now, and was eagerly waiting for Iplier's verdict because he wanted to keep on giving presents! It was fun! Gooper observed for a few moments as the doctor collected himself....and then nodded to the blue Iplier. This was the THIRD good thing the blue Iplier had done, and Gooper thought that in this case he deserved an extra special reward because he'd done so much good!

Gooper thought...hmmm....what would the doctor do....aha! Whenever he did something super extra good, Iplier always gave his tummy fun attention with rubs and scratches! Yes! So, with Gooper's decision cemented in his mind, he squealed loudly and rolled off the desk onto Google's lap, before scooting under his t-shirt excitedly. The android of course was taken most off guard, and started stammering and wriggling about with wide eyes, immediately trying to coax the little creature out. Was he trying to give him an affectionate reward of some kind? Oh dear this was embarrassing.

'A-AH! G-G-Gooper w-wait-another p-paperclip will s-suffihice!'

Google ended up feeling more embarrassed however....when he heard the doctor snickering extensively. As the android looked to the doctor, Gooper kept moving around Google's abdomen, trying to find a good spot at his soft belly to start the reward! The doctor was grinning in excitement....seeing Google Blue getting tickled was a wonderfully rare treat, and he was going very much enjoy witnessing it.

'Ahh, looks like Gooper thinks you deserve an extra special reward G.'

Google bristled a little at the doctor's utter smugness, and made an attempt at glaring at him....but he ended up descending into deep, rumbly giggles. Gooper had begun the reward. He had started crawling about over Google's lower belly, softly kneading and rubbing the area affectionately; he hoped Google liked it, Gooper figured most people would like belly rubs.

'Ihihihi doho nohohot wahahant ihihihit!'

Google was starting to curl up in his chair as he squirmed, the soft kneading serving certainly more as a tickle rather than a rub or massage. The android could almost feel ticklish tingles passing right through into the very depths of his form, and this was just the potential start! Iplier was smirking at the android now, and hummed amusedly at his words as he stood up and replied nonchalantly.

'Y'know, a really special thing about Gooper....is that one of his little abilities is being able to tell if someone genuinely doesn't want to be tickled....'

Iplier's eyes glinted with mischief as the turquoise on Google's cheeks turned just a few shades darker, and although it was brief, Iplier caught the subtle expression of mortification flash across Google's face. Iplier knew Google liked it, and Google knew that Iplier knew he liked it....but he'd be darned if he ever admitted to it.

'Th-Thahahat ihis i-i-ihihincohonsequehential!'

Google managed to splutter with indignance, bowing his head to hide his smile as he squirmed at the tickly pressure all along the lower and side portions of his belly. Iplier raised a teasy eyebrow, smiling as he paced over to Google's side of the desk so that he could really enjoy the show. He was impressed at Google's wonderful expert diction whilst being tickled....though....the doctor felt that that perhaps should change.

'That's a big word G....hey Gooper bud, I think Google deserves a really in depth reward. Go ahead and go to town....I think Google deserves it.

Google's sapphire eyes widened in shock....how could the doctor just....utterly condemn him like this?! The little creature heard the doctor's words, and absolutely squealed in delight! Go to town usually meant....do more stuff....so that meant he should give the blue Iplier rubs and scratches in other places, not just his belly! Hmm....the blue Iplier's chest was giving out lots of warmth, and it had something pretty and shiny, so that was probably a good place to go! Google started yelping when he felt Gooper moving, and burst into hysterical giggles when he felt vibrations move across his chest; the android was rather sensitive there.

'NONONOHO IHIPLIEHEHER DIHISSUADE HIHIM!'

As Gooper's tickly fibres and vibrations worked across Google's chest and around his shining chest core, the doctor merely grinned in amusement; especially when the curled up droid slipped out of his chair onto the floor with a soft thump. The doctor observed happily as Google tried to curl up more, hugging himself as much as possible, and the doctor decided to croon teasingly.

'Mmm I dunno, is that what you reeeeally want?'

Google cackled as his face got hotter and he internally cursed the doctor, because oh of course it obviously wasn't enough for him to coax Gooper into tickle torturing him OH NO he just had to tease him and embarrass him; Google was NOT going to forget this in a hurry. Google was still resolute though, since his calculated mind for some reason still believed that he could convince the doctor of the lie....the lie to cover up how much he was having fun; for an android of infinite intelligence he was so preciously naïve.

'OHOHOF COHOHOURSE IHIT IHIS!'

Google cried, since Gooper was now circling round and round his glowing G emblem, zooming and rubbing and scratching and feeling so happy that he was able to reward the blue Iplier with lots of laughter after being so good. The doctor meanwhile was just in awe of how adorable it was that Google was actually still trying to convince him of his lie. Iplier smirked softly and let out a laugh through his nose, and the droid ended up shivering when the doctor slowly crouched down to his level and leant over him, looming and shaking his head softly down at him. Iplier narrowed his eyes playfully down at the mirthful droid...and decided that one word was all that was needed. Just one.

'Liar.'

The doctor was right, that one word was enough. It sent Google into a frenzy of embarrassed whimpers and humiliated titters and stutters....to be called out so bluntly was something that Google just couldn't go against with any words he might have had waiting. Iplier chuckled as the droid resigned to hiding his face in his hands, and turning to his final resort.

'PLEHEHEASE D-DOHOCTOR P-P-PLEHEHEASE HE'SAHATMYCORE!!'

Google, as you can imagine, was not normally one for begging, even under extreme duress....but this was different. Very different. Gooper was ON his surface core module. He was teasing the synthetic skin round it, nuzzling it, fluttering his tiny tendrils over it....and it was close to driving Google mad with screeching laughter. Iplier was immensely curious, since he had never thought about Google's chest section to be sensitive; the doctor made a mental note to update his files later as he replied.

'Is he indeed? I didn't know that was a bad spot for you....are there any other hotspots that you've neglected to tell me about?'

At Iplier's query, Google let out an almost fearful, frantic squawk from his throat as he gazed up at Iplier and shook his head wildly; the last thing Google could handle right now was the prospect of Iplier initiating a search for tickle spots on his body. Google was also being truthful though, as Iplier could tell from the added little cries amidst his desperate speech.

'NOHOHOHO NOHO NOHOHONE IHIHI S-S-SWEHEHEAR!!'

Google started to hiccup and squeal and Gooper kept playing around the lower curve of the G on his chest, which Gooper absolutely LOVED! It was shiny AND a laughter spot, there was definitely nothing better than that! Iplier loved it too, he loved that Google had a place like that on him, anyone who enjoys tickling deserves to have such a place; Iplier certainly thought so. He decided to soften his voice, to try and provide some form of sensory relief to the tickling Google was receiving....however I think you'll see why it only made the whole thing worse for Google.

'Awwww I believe you. You're such a cute little android, aren't you? Y'know everyone thinks that Oliver is the only precious one, but I think you are too.'

Google's cheeks were practically the same colour as his eyes with how dark and azure they'd become....and Iplier's words were the final straw. What had been stammers and little breaks in speech now transitioned into full on incoherency with clicks and titters.

'IHIHI-D-...D-DOHOHAHA-C...GOHOHOP-AH!'

Google's eyes and mouth were wide with desperate hysteria, and his form shook; Iplier knew now that enough was definitely enough. The doctor reached into Google's weakly curled foetal form and softly tapped the lump at his chest where he knew Gooper resided beneath his t-shirt, and the doctor was quick to speak clearly over the android's mirth; no-one wanted Google to accidently short circuit.

'Ease up buddy ease up, Google's not like the rest of us you gotta make sure you definitely don't go over the top.'

At the tap and the words, Gooper immediately stopped. Google gasped and ended up rolling onto his back in the wake of the mercy, and Gooper hurried out of the top of Google's t-shirt and rested on the droid's collar. The creature was whining nervously, and rather worriedly. This Iplier had made different sounds to the other ones, more clicky sounds than screamy....maybe clicks were his version of screams? Gooper hoped he'd figure it out later. The little creature cooed at Google's panting form worriedly, he hoped he hadn't gone to far. Thankfully though, Google had managed to calm himself enough and gave the concerned creature a little smile as he gasped softly.

'Aha....Ihi....Ihi aham....a-a-ahalrihight....'

Gooper whined again, and decided to turn his attention to the doctor; the blue Iplier was his friend, so he ought to know whether he was absolutely and honestly okay. Gooper managed to relax when Iplier smiled and nodded at Gooper softly, so now, Gooper knew for certain that everything was okay. He warmly shuffled and nestled into Google's neck, gurgling warmly and affectionately which made the droid giggle lazily....and very happily.

'G-Gohohoopeherrr....'

Google slurred gently, but was still recovering though since Gooper's nuzzles were the epitome of gentleness. Gooper couldn't help but be affectionate though, I mean, the blue Iplier's giggles were amazing! They were warm and had soft background buzzes and hums in them, they were wonderful! Iplier giggled at Gooper's croons, and smiled fondly down at Google who looked so happily bedraggled.

'Aww, he really loves you! I think he wants to hear you giggle for ever and ever....'

Google sent Iplier soft glare at his implicit tease, and after a few more giggly moments with Gooper at his neck, he found the energy to gently scoop the creature into his hands and sit up. He peered at Gooper from beneath his glasses and spoke in a feigned stern tone....since he was still rather giggly.

'Yohou ahare aha menace....'

At his words, Gooper merely made a sound that rather resembled someone blowing a raspberry into the air. Google chuckled and smiled fondly as he stood himself up, humming when he felt Gooper nuzzling the hand that Google was cupping him with....so the little creature didn't see Google and Dr Iplier sharing their second Look of the day. Nor did he see Iplier sneak something from his desk into Google's free hand. Then Iplier cleared his throat and spoke, which brought back Gooper's curious attention.

'Hey Gooper buddy, I think Google has something for you.'

Gooper gasped and squeaked....something....for him? The blue one wanted to give him something?! Gooper was so excited! Was it a gift of some sort? Gooper was jiggling in Google's left hand at he turned his attention to the smiling droid, letting out excited yips. Then....Google held his right hand next to his left hand and opened it palm up....to reveal a green paperclip.

'This is for you....not for being good, but for being better than good. For being wonderful.'

Gooper was frozen for a second as both men looked on, wondering what his reaction would be. Gooper took a few moments to process it all....then he understood. The blue Iplier actually, really and truly thought that....little old him was....BETTER than good. Gooper started to whimper and let out soft sniffs as he softly absorbed the paperclip, and the started to glow a soft warm green as he kept letting out those gentle sounds. Google was concerned at first, but his anxieties were alleviated when Iplier explained with a soft smile.

'This is what happens when he gets really happy....y'know like, when we humans get so happy that we cry? It's the same thing except he glows instead.'

....honestly, Google could have cried a little there and then if he weren't so concerned with his reputation, but he decided to focus on petting and cradling Gooper as the little guy recovered from the happiness shock. When he did, Google carefully returned him to the hands of the doctor before neatening up his hair, glasses, outfit and posture. Google smiled to the doctor and inclined his head a little as he spoke.

'Well, as ever doctor, thank you for an educational appointment.'

As Iplier cradled Gooper in his hands, he grinned at the android and mused playfully.

'Mmm, I'd say it was rather educational for the both of us.'

A little cough of embarrassment left Google's throat when Iplier's eyes subtly flicked to his chest, and Iplier was left chuckling when Google made his hasty, stuttery farewell and went about his day. Iplier then looked down at the little creature in his hands, and noticed that his gurgles were getting a little sluggish. He cooed warmly.

'Heyyy, you've had an emotional day buddy. Wanna have your sleepy time?'

Gooper let out an affirmative mrrrp, and so the doctor set about settling the little glob of preciousness into his jumper and stationary nest; I think it's fair to say that, here and now, that if anyone deserved a warm haven of good dreams and sweet safety...it was Gooper. And that is exactly what he got now, and will get, forever.

WOOOOPPPP HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS PART LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 5 years

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Truth Pt. 9

Truth Master List

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But… a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: NOTHING BUT FEELS FLUFFY FEELS

A/N: Like the warning says. We are cozy and soft with these two this week. Hope you’re enjoying it.

Tags are open!

@midnightdream83 @mywinterwolf @disagreetoagree @breezy1415 @peachthatdrinkslemonade @wonderlandmind4 @piensa-bonito @handplucked @buckysstar @sam-jae @marauder–harder @for-the-love-of-the-fandom @meg-asaur @jewelofwinter @fairislesheets @animegirlgeeky @lydklein1 @katecolleen @siriuslycloudy2 @zannemes @catvader1o1

The sun is setting when your eyes open. Bucky lies on his stomach next to you, breathing steadily. You don’t want to wake him but you can’t help yourself. Gently you trace the arch of one of his dark brows.

Thankfully he doesn’t wake. For a few minutes you just kind of stare at him in awe, a feeling of warmth growing in your belly. You can’t quite name it, this certain breed of peace and comfort but… you like it.

Suddenly, you’re pulled from your gawking when you realize you just how thirsty you are. Slowly, you slide out of the bed. Slipping back into the boxers and hoodie, you sneak out of the room.

You down a bottle of water in about 30 seconds and crack open another, sipping it slowly. Looking around the kitchen you note the little pieces of personalization scattered around. A pithy dishtowel on the oven, the mismatched collection of dishes in the cabinets, some silly magnets on the fridge. It’s endearing and makes your place look stoic and sterile by comparison.

To the left of the kitchen is a little office and you wander in. A plush rug covers the stained concrete floor. The wall across from the door is pure windows with a view of the city. Reds and oranges blaze brightly over Manhattan and while there’s a similar view from your own place, it’s still breathtaking. A desk sits up against the window with one of those big comfy desk chairs pushed up to it with a blanket draped over the back. This place oozes warmth and comfort. Very Bucky.

The wall to the right is stuffed floor to ceiling with books. Damn near every best seller in the last century is here along with poetry, history, prose, fiction, and non. Some look new, some well worn and you wonder if he got them used. There’s even a scented candle tucked into one shelf. Leather and tobacco, it actually smells incredible.

Across from the bookcase the wall is covered in photos. After a second you realize… these are his photos. A slightly younger version of Bucky smiles that stunning smile with his arm draped across the shoulders of a smaller boy… of… Steve. You stare for a minute trying to find your 6’ 2” friend in the features of this slight person. He’s there, in the thoughtful eyes and crooked smile.

Your eyes wander to the left. Bucky stands with three young girls, all in Sunday best attire, smiling posed smiles. They have the same thick dark hair and you wonder if they’re related. A woman with a vibrant smile, so much like his, standing in a kitchen. Your lips pull up at a photo of Bucky with three men, all in some kind of military garb, cigarettes in their mouths smiling; WWII you suspect.

A little farther down your heart constricts. Bucky, in full Service Uniform, posed for his photo, smiling. He looks so much like the man sleeping in the other room and yet… different. That’s when you notice the shadow box filled with damn near every military honor that can be granted to a fallen soldier and the flag. It’s folded in that recognizable triangle, the little plaque with his name, James Buchanan Barnes, rank, date of birth and… death.

“Steve thinks it’s morbid to keep it,” his voice cuts through the silence like a knife and you jump, a touch of power pulsing under your skin.

“Jesus,” you gasp laughing a little.

“Sorry,” he’s holding up his hands, a little grin playing at the edges of his lips.

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m sorry, I kind of invaded your space.” Bucky takes a few steps forward hands resting on your hips pulling you to him. His expression is soft, still sleepy.

“You’re not invading,” his eyes search yours, “I’ve got nothing to hide from you.”

His words nearly suck the breath from your lungs. For two people who lived a normal life this likely would have been a passing thing but for two who had spent decades of their lives in the clutches of Hydra… these words speak volumes.

Your right-hand curls around the back of his neck and you pull him to you. The kiss is soft, not hungry or desperate. When you break away he buries his nose in your hair for a second before taking a deep breath.

“Did you get enough sleep?”

He snorts a little laugh, pulling away a touch, “Never.” Metal fingers caress the side of your face, “I noticed you were gone, just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Worry flashes in his eyes and you melt a little.

“I’m great,” you hold up the water bottle still in your left hand, “just parched.”

Turning back to the wall leaning into him you can’t help but wonder, “How did you get all these?”

His arms wrap tight around your torso, pressing you flat against him, “After Steve and I… well… died so to speak, our personal effects went to my family. Steve didn’t have anyone left.” You can relate.

“My youngest sister,” he points to the picture of him with the girls, “Jo. She has a son who’s still alive, Eric. He inherited it all and when they found Steve, S.H.I.E.L.D. contacted him.”

Your eyes scan the wall, taking in all these pieces of him. A past and a family you’ll never know or really understand. “You still have family…”

“In a way, yeah.” His right fingers tangle with your own, “It’s… strange.”

“But, Bucky,” you turn to face him, “that’s amazing. I mean… I’d be happy to still have…” Anyone, but you don’t say it.

His eyes study the photos behind you, his mouth a hard line, “It doesn’t feel like mine.” When his eyes meet yours, they’re stormy, “Not anymore.” He takes a shaky breath, “But I feel lucky that they kept this stuff for me and Steve’s sake. Eric even gave me some albums.”

He pulls away and walks to the book case. One by one he takes four old photo albums from the bottom shelf and sets them on the desk. They’re all clearly from different eras.

“This is one my Ma,” his voice cracks as he opens the oldest one. You set your bottle down and wrap an arm around his waist.

“You don’t have to show me,” your eyes look up at him, cheek pressed to his left shoulder.

“I want to,” his smile is melancholy but there’s light in his eyes when he looks at you.

Clearing his throat he flips to the first page, “My Ma had one of these for each of us kids. She kept everything.” There’s clippings, notes, drawings, a few photos. Some things are carefully paced while others are held in with rusted paperclips. You notice it’s not just Bucky here but Steve too.

“Your mom must’ve liked Steve,” you laugh.

“Like he was her own,” Bucky nods pointing to a photo of her beaming with Steve in Captain America garb. You reach out and flip closer to the front. A gangly boy with shaggy dark hair and a megawatt smile holds a woman’s hand. It’s adorable.

“Is this you?”

“Mhm,” he plucks it from the worn corner pieces that hold it to the page. “James, 1924, so I was about 7 here.”

“May I?” You reach for it and he hands you the old square photo. He’s there in that smile, the way the nose scrunches. “You were so cute, James,” playfully you pinch his cheek.

Bucky pulls back laughing, “Oh god, please don’t call me James,” he groans snatching the picture from you.

“Who started calling you, Bucky?”

He shrugs, “My parents always called me, Bucky.”

You look back to the wall, to the photo of the woman in the kitchen, “So, is this your mom?”

“Yeah, in ’55 I think.” So after she lost him.

“You look like her.”

The look on his face is so tender, “Really? I think I look like my Pa actually.” He flips through the album and points to a picture of a teenaged him and a hard looking man. The man’s beard is full, tiny tufts of grey by the chin like Bucky’s. Other than that though you don’t see it.

“Nah,” you look up at him, touching the soft laugh lines by his eyes. “You’ve got a face for smiling, like hers.”

[Bucky]

There’s no way for you to know what those words mean to him. He can’t say he agrees. His Ma was the kindest person he ever knew… He can’t see that in himself. It’s a nice sentiment though.

“I sit in here a lot… looking at everything.” He sighs heavily, “Still trying to get it all… all of me, back.”

It had only been a little over a year. The team’s medical staff was shocked at what he managed to recover given the time he had been with Hydra. He felt like most of it was back but there were still little things he’d suddenly remember, or a story Steve would tell him and he’d realize that there were still parts of him missing.

Your brows knit, “Yeah, I get that…” You turn back to the wall of his memories. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the way you try to stand straighter, hold you head higher, anything to steel yourself against whatever it is you’re feeling.

Worry settles like a stone in his gut. He doesn’t know much about your past before Hydra. All he really knew when they were about to go after you was that you, like him, hadn’t been a willing participant and that according to Fury your father was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. He reaches out and gently takes your left hand in his right, he can feel a slight tremor passing through you. Your eyes lock onto his and he smiles.

“Who’re these guys,” you point to the picture of him with the Howlers.

“The Howling Commandos,” a touch of sadness squeezes his heart. “Mine and Steve’s unit in the war.”

“Tell me about them.”

A little laugh trips over his lips and he looks at you questioningly. “You really want to hear war stories from an old man?”

The smile you give him takes his breath away, “I really do.”

A few hours later the two of you have built a nest in the small office. Couch cushions, pillows, every blanket in the place all culminating into a soft warm pile up against the wall. It’s not that the apartment is overly large but there’s something about being in this small space that seems to comfort both of you.

There’s a stack of pizza boxes, you’ve both torn through two large pies already with little signs of slowing down. Photos and other bits of memorabilia are scattered all around like pieces of a puzzle. Bucky brought his record player in along with his boxes of records.

He’s surprised how much he’s enjoyed talking about his past. Telling you these stories is different than reminiscing with Steve or the forced shared moments with his therapist. He want’s to give you these parts of him. You can’t help but be endlessly amused about stories of Steve before the serum, when he was just a scrappy punk with more bark than bite. And the picture he paints of Brooklyn and New York in the early 19th century fascinate you.

Glen Miller is playing right now, the sound of the brass sending him back almost a century. He loved to dance to this music once. You’re nibbling a slice kneeling in front of one of the boxes of records. You bob along to the music as you flip through to select the next one. A small noise comes from you as your hand freezes over a battered orange album cover.

“Sinatra got big after my time but damn if he doesn’t have a great set of pipes.” You don’t respond, just stare. Faint tendrils of light swirl under your skin, the air in the room getting a touch cooler.

“Doll?” He leans over resting his right hand gently on your shoulder. Your mouth is open just a touch and tears glitter in your eyes. “Hey,” he plucks the slice from your hand, laying it inside the open box.

You snap back shaking your head, “Sorry. I, uh…” You slide Sinatra’s Songs For Swingin’ Lovers out of the box, holding it in both trembling hands. “This… this was my Dad’s favorite. Well one of them. He loved Sinatra…” A tear slides down your cheek, Bucky brushes it away. “I… I would groan every time he put it on but… secretly I loved it too.” A few more tears sneak out but you briskly wipe them away sniffing hard.

“Let’s put it on,” he says softly. You bite your bottom lip hard, not making eye contact and nod. He takes the record from you and stands up walking the short distance to the desk to change the record.

The first song, You Make Me Feel So Young, seems strangely poignant. You were younger than him, hell he was old enough to be your father. But neither of you looked close to your true age. You looked it, sure. Inside though… As Frank croons the first line he turns to you, your chin resting on your knees, staring out into space.

Bucky heads back to your nest. He sits with his back against the wall, holding his arms open, “Come here.” You look back and crawl over, settling between his legs, pulling a blanket from the pile wrapping the two of you in warmth. The feeling of you pressed against him, in his arms, is damn near too good.

After a few songs, you lean your head back onto his left shoulder, looking up at him, “Do you like to dance?”

“I used to,” his eyes wander to where your hands connect, “I loved dancing.” Suddenly you’re up and out of his arms.

“Dance with me,” you’re holding out a hand smiling bright.

“Seriously?” He looks around the crowded space, “In here?”

“Yeah,” you move by the door, “there’s enough room. Come on.” You wave him over. Laughing he shakes his head and follows your orders.

You take his hands, “Wait, not this one.” The opening notes of I’ve Got You Under My Skin start. “Now.” Effortlessly you two fall into a tight foxtrot, giggling as you bump into things or stumble over the steps a bit.

Near the end, Bucky spins you, unintentionally, straight toward the blanket nest. You lose your footing and both of you tumble down, laughing.

“Color me surprised,” he leans up on his left elbow looking down at you, laying on your back giggling.

“Why’s that?”

“I didn’t expect you to know that dance.”

“I will have you know I am an excellent dancer,” you laugh mirroring his position.

“Yeah falling down demonstrated that perfectly,” he teases.

“Hey!” You toss a small pillow at his face, “I wouldn’t have fallen if my partner didn’t spin me toward disaster.” He laughs.

You shake your head, “I swear I can almost hear my Mom scolding my form,” your accent turns softly germanic, “‘Well liebling if you were paying attention to your feet…’”

“Was your Mom German?”

“Austrian,” you sigh and fall to your back, “and I was going to be her perfect little All American Girl. Dancing, sports, music, academics, I had to be the best. Always.” You turn your head to him, “So, any dance you throw my way. I guarantee I can kill it.”

“Maybe I’ll put that to the test.” He does like the idea of dancing, dancing like he used to, with you.

You spend the rest of the evening listening to music. He tells you more stories from his life, even remembering details he had forgotten. Eventually, you drift off in his arms, snuggled in the little blanket nest.

For a moment he thinks of carrying you to the bed but it’s comfortable and warm here. He feels… safe he realizes. Happy even. Instead, he buries his nose in your hair and follows you into sleep.

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