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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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Do Howdy and Barnaby ever get together in your human au 🥺🥺

of course they do, who do you think i am

oh BOY do i have things to say about human!Laughingstock! im so unwell about them allow me to talk and talk and talk and ta-

so in this au they're like... the ultimate slowburn. their feelings for each other slowly simmer and grow over the course of *checks nonexistent watch* a lil over a decade i think. it's not very dramatic - just soft & silly w/ just a heap of pining and a pinch of angst for Flavor

it starts when they were teens - Howdy had a lil crush on Barnaby in middle school. and how could he not? Barnaby was cute, hilarious, and kind. at this point, they weren't friends! Barnaby knew Howdy's name, but only because they'd shared a school since elementary (as with 6/7 of the other neighbors) & speaking from experience, you just Know Those Names. Howdy slowly "grew out of" this crush, especially when the friend group started forming and he & Barnaby became actual friends.

that crush would fluctuate over the years. It starts out strong and then softens into just this hum in the back of Howdy's mind. always there, often easy to ignore, just... part of him, in a way.

Barnaby has a similar experience. when he and Howdy became friends, he got a lil crush - how could he not? Howdy was cute, laughed at all of his jokes and had a few of his own, and was endearingly eccentric. but at the time, Barnaby didn't recognize the crush for what it was. so he elected to ignore it until the crush dwindled to something easily manageable, something he wouldn't realize is still there. as with Howdy's, it'd never fully go away

and its noticeable enough to their friends that they'd all kinda side-eye how touchy Howdy & Barnaby are with each other (Barnaby is a physical guy, but damn. if Howdy is nearby they Will find a way to be touching at all times), the way they always laugh at each others jokes, the way they always ask "where's [x] / is [x] coming with" whenever the other is absent. but the group couldn't be sure if they were looking into it or not. it's too subtle. over time they get so used to it that they don't bat an eye - Howdy is Barnaby's best friend after Wally. of course they're close!

but then there's this one college party Howdy drags Barnaby to (and by extension, Wally). they're drunk off their asses, Wally's edible has kicked in, the party is pretty chill and everyone is having a decent time. all three of them are on the couch, and Barnaby and Howdy start drunk-complimenting each other. naturally, this feeds their mutual attraction, and one thing leads to another! they make out on the couch. naturally with Wally sandwiched between them, snacking on chips and committing the moment to memory (it's a surprise tool that'll help them later!) neither Barnaby nor Howdy will remember this

now, something i'd like to state for Barnaby in this au! he has had a lot of relationships - from one night stands to actually dating someone for months. sometimes the one night stands were a "he takes someone home after a date, & they leave while he's sleeping and ghost him" situation. with actual dating, the other person always breaks things off after a few weeks, if not days. it breaks Barnaby's heart a little bit every time. to the point where in his mid-20s, he just... stops dating. he avoids other people's advancements towards him, he always takes a friend with him to bars/etc as a buffer, he becomes an expert at gracefully turning people down

("why, pray tell" no one asks "do they always leave him? he's such a catch!" that he is! when he was in school, it was his friend group. he'd try to introduce his 'girlfriend' to his friends, and it'd be an immediate "eugh, you're friends with those freaks? no way!" as an adult, people found it off-putting how (by societal standards) unusually close he was with Wally. also, again, a "weird" friend group. they'd think it's too much, or just not their scene, or 'why don't you date your little blue haired boyfriend', etc. Barnaby never holds it against Wally or his friends. he has the mindset of if that person was the one, they would accept every part of Barnaby - and his friends are indeed part of him. Howdy has also dated around a little, but to a much lesser extent. he's too busy! he doesn't have time for that!)

but the ball really starts rolling in their late 20s. something the group does together - as a fun lil rare hobby - is LARPing. they get really into it! Sally made them all custom costumes, Julie helped make the weapons (like a giant sword for herself), etc etc. they fully commit to the bit (even Frank <3). so at this event's point in the timeline, Eddie is fully integrated into the clique, but that's unimportant - just to show where we are!

so they're all doing their thing, it's a pretty big LARP event - there's always way more people than our dear neighbors, yk. they're just part of the crowd! & there's a big battle hosted, the group is split between teams, but Barnaby & Howdy are on the same side! yay! during the battle, Barnaby is "mortally wounded." Howdy half-drags him away from the main battle under the cover of their teammates (including Eddie and Julie) and sits him down by the tree. now, Howdy & Barnaby are the ones who get into the roleplay the most. they get lost in the sauce! they perform the hell out of everything they do!

& since Barnaby is "dying", he really acts like it. Howdy acts accordingly, but again, they get a little too emotional, a little too into it, a little lost in the sauce. genuine tears are in their eyes, Howdy's voice is genuinely shaking a little as he holds Barnaby in his "dying moments" (Barnaby is holding the sword between his arm and his side. he has ketchup on his armor.) Eddie and Julie are getting choked up just watching this happen. and as Howdy & Barnaby look into each others' tear-filled eyes, those little feelings that have been so quiet for so long come right back babey! full force! but then they all get hit with "arrows" and have to die right there and then, and the moments over. but! both Barnaby & Howdy walk away from this LARP session grappling with Partially Realized Feelings.

Barnaby struggles with this the most, since yk at this point he's sworn off dating. he's being careful with his heart! but when he tells Wally all of this, cause he tells Wally everything, Wally's like "oh. yes, i know! remember that one college party where you two kissed for an hour". and then he goes on to point out every instance where he's thought "right, Howdy and Barnaby are in love" (bc Wally is way more observant than he lets on! he saw that shit! his peepers were peepin!)

BUT IT'S STILL A SLOW BURN BABEY!

Barnaby and Howdy don't approach each other about this. they're both in the boat of "well, i'll just keep going and see what happens" to the point where they're practically dating without ever saying anything to each other. Howdy notices how Barnaby lingers around the store more. Barnaby notices how Howdy keeps turning up at his work to talk more. (they already chat so much...) but they still! dont! say! anything! but they both Know! they're not emotionally circling each other they are Dancing to their Own Music!

and Barnaby is letting himself believe that this can work because, well... Howdy already accepts him as he is. Howdy is part of the group. Howdy loves Wally just like the rest of em. Howdy has seen Barnaby at his (presumed) worst and didn't even flinch! as for Howdy, well, he just thinks this is right! his whole life no one has really caught his eyes or heart, but Barnaby is different. he's always been in Howdy's peripherals. it feels natural to love him so deeply. Barnaby slots into his life like the final piece of a puzzle!

there's a lot of stuff that happens in this inbetween state - Howdy's store burns down & almost takes him with it, there's some family drama that needs to be handled, The Crash happens, etc etc etc - so it's a while before they "actually" get together. but they're both patient! they've waited this long, even if they didn't know they were waiting. neither of them are in a rush. they're young. they have time.

#oughhhhhh so normal about them sooooo so normal (lying)#'do you know how they get together' yes. obviously. its not dramatic or a big thing or anything #they're just at a function together - maybe there's a little late evening art show in town that wally is participating in #or an afterparty for one of sallys successful plays #but in my mind barnaby and howdy are ofc sitting together off to the side #Flirting. yk how it is. barnaby's like 'hey can i practice some pickup lines ;)' & ofc howdy agrees yk yk #they're all terrible btw. howdy laughs at every single one. barnaby is on an emotional high. the rizz is strong w this one #one thing leads to another - barnaby says a terrible line essentially asking if howdy wants to ~come home with him~#but like. howdy agrees. and immediately the tone between them goes from lighthearted & joking to dead serious & tense #everything between them has gone unspoken until now but Now Theyre Saying It #suffice to say they leave the party early! they're giddy giggly lil bitches about it - acting like teens sneaking out yk yk #GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKING AGHHHHHH THROWING THEM FULL STRENGTH INTO A WOODCHIPPER #sorry. sorry. im calm now. thats a lie. i will proceed to explode #but anyway anyway #so that was a whole thing & basically long story short Barnaby has the morning of his dreams #Howdy makes him and Wally pancakes and they all have a nice quiet breakfast together. The Domesticity🤌#im gonna go shove my head in a blender now. excuse me #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #gonna leave that as the tag #but yeah their story is just! slow! its a soft descent!#meanwhile frank & eddie are stumbling through their feelings like newborn fawns #but yeah and howdy & barnaby continue to take their time #its a while before barnaby is like 'hey wanna move in with us?'#howdy '....yeah sure'#and Boom! Howdy moves in!#and they actually get married a while later without anyone but wally knowing. they do it for tax reasons initially.#since they're not ready to be Married married but! they! want! the! benefits!#they keep their own last names and dont have rings bc again! theyre not ready for that yet!#FUCK IM OUTTA TAGS I HAD MORE TO SAY! TUMBLR INCREASE YOUR TAG COUNT! AGH

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jubilantwriter · 4 years

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Jaspvid Week 2020: Day 3 - Summer

fuck it at this rate i’m just gonna be posting late never get a night shift job y’all

(AO3) @jaspvid-week

You Can't be Traumatized if You Don't Go to Summer Camp

Summary: They met by an ice cream truck as children. And since then, it’s been a tradition for them to meet up and buy ice cream together.

Word Count: 5088

Jasper loves summer. Summer means no school, no homework, and no teachers to be bummed out by! Since he's eleven now, he thinks that maybe his mom will let him go to the community pool more often, since he can totally swim by himself without her worrying that he'll go to the deep end and drown.

He's too rad for that anyways! And since summer vacation started, he's been having fun watching the Saturday morning cartoons and hanging out with his friends whenever they want to come over and play. With the heat bringing it's A game this year though, more and more of his time is spent just lounging inside his house, trying to beat the heat with his mom's rotating fan.

In fact, here he sits, mouth wide open as he makes a long "ahhhh" sound at it, giggling as the fan messes with his voice. Although summer isn't always about having fun and playing with his mom's fan and going swimming at the pool. He keeps his ears perked as he waits for a special kind of song to start making its rounds around the block.

And sure enough, the musical notes of a familiar tune rings throughout the neighborhood, and Jasper is already making a mad dash to his mom for some sweet, sweet cash.

"Mom!" He waves his hands back and forth to get her attention. "Mom, the ice cream truck!"

His mom smiles, having already heard the tune and pulling her wallet out of her purse. "Alright, hold on." A few dollars bills are handed over as Jasper grabs them eagerly.

"Rad!"

"But only buy one, okay? Dinner's coming up soon."

"Okay!" He dashes out the door just in time to see the ice cream turn the corner onto his street. "Hey!" He waves his hand in the air, flagging down the ice cream truck as it continues past his house. It slows to a stop as he chases after it when he notices another kid peek his head out.

Red hair.

Green eyes.

And the scariest frown he's seen.

He smiles as he waves at his neighbor.

"Hi, Davey!"

"Don't call me that!" David yells as he slams his front door shut, disappearing back into his house.

"Jeepers, man." Normally, all the other kids would feel put out by having their neighbor slam a door shut at them, but Jasper was used to it. It was pretty rude yeah, but as long as Jasper kept his distance, David wouldn't start throwing rocks at him! It's a good thing Jasper is a quick learner, otherwise there would have been a lot more rocks in his future.

"Hey, kid." A man with a scraggly looking face rolls down the window. The ice cream man! "You wanted somethin'?"

"Sure do, mister!" Jasper looks over the ice cream choices on the side of the truck. There were ice cream sandwiches, drumsticks, those push pop thingies, the faces with bubblegum eyes, that frozen lemonade stuff in a cup that tastes okay he supposes, and- "One bomb pop! Please!"

"Sure, which flavor?"

"The one that looks like a rocket!"

"Red, white, and blue, comin' up." Jasper waits patiently as the ice cream man disappears for a minute before reappearing with the cold treat. "Here ya go. One American ice cream."

"Is it really called that?"

"Nah. That's a dollar." Jasper hands over the dollar and grabs the frosty treat from the man as he sits on the sidewalk. As he unwraps the popsicle, the ice cream man grunts in surprise.

"You want somethin' too?" Jasper looks up and sees David standing not too far from him. He's biting his lip, fists buried deep in his pockets as he glares at the ice cream on the truck. "Gotta pay up, kid."

"...Not if I take it first!" Jasper watches as David runs and leaps at the truck's window, grabbing onto the ledge as the ice cream man looks unimpressed.

"Nice try, kid." He flicks off every single one of his tiny fingers, making David land on the ground with a soft "oof!". "Maybe come back with a dollar, and I'll give ya what your bratty heart so desires."

"Whatever!" David stands up quickly and stomps his foot. "Ice cream is for squares anyways!" As the ginger stomps off, Jasper wonders how many times David's tried to pull that off. He gets up and walks back to the truck.

"Hey, mister?"

"Whatcha want, kid?" The ice cream man eyes him from the window. "You better eat that quick 'fore the sun melts it."

"Oh I will! It's just, um," he digs around in his pocket and pulls out another dollar, "can I have another one?"

The ice cream man takes it slowly, looking between Jasper and a door that slams shut yet again.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Technically, Jasper wasn't breaking any rules. He grins up at the man brightly. "Umm, can I have..."

Actually, which one WOULD he like? It's not like Jasper knows enough about David to make a good guess. All he knows is that David is grumpy, hates people, sasses adults, and is an overall menace to everyone around him.

But he's also seen David out in the rain, with no umbrella or raincoat to speak of, just picking worms off the sidewalk and tossing them into the grass. He's seen David yell at bullies, aim only for the legs in dodgeball, and even sit next to a crying kid silently just so he wouldn't be alone.

Jasper points at the vanilla bar with the hard outside.

"Can I have that one?"

"Sure, kid." The ice cream man disappears and comes back with the wrapped treat, but he looks hesitant to give it to him. "Are ya sure...?"

"Totally man! My mom says that if I treat people the way I wanna be treated, I can make friends way faster like that!"

"That's one way to do it, I guess." The ice cream man shrugs as he hands over the treat. "Better give it to him before it melts then."

"Will do! Thanks, mister!"

The ice cream man waves as Jasper runs to David's house, sticking his melting popsicle in his mouth as he knocks on the door. The door creaks open slowly, a single green eye peeking out suspiciously before he spies Jasper standing on his doorstep. Jasper pops his popsicle out and grins.

"Heya, broski!"

"Oh, it's you." Ouch. "What do you want?" Jasper waves the wrapped treat in front of David.

"I did something totally wack and got an extra by accident! And I'm only supposed to have one ice cream before dinner or else my mom will totally wig out, so I thought maybe you'd like it?" David stares at the ice cream with a suspicious squint.

"...Why are you giving it to me?"

"Because you're the only kid I know in this neighborhood!"

"Liar."

"Okay, maybe I know a few other kids, but you were closer!"

"What's the catch?" David glares at Jasper, holding onto his door tight. "I take the ice cream and then what? I gotta give you my allowance? Beat the snot outta someone? Be your friend because you're a weird loner?"

Well, Jasper's not exactly a loner, but he wouldn't mind being friends with David if he'd just stop being mean for a second.

"It's just ice cream, dude. Take it or leave it."

David swipes the bar from his hand and slams the door in Jasper's face.

"Nice!" The ice cream man calls, laughing as Jasper walks away with a huff.

Well.

At least he took the dang thing.

////

The ice cream truck comes again, and this time, the man grins as Jasper points at an ice cream sandwich.

"Gonna get a second one too while you're at it?" He points to a door cracking open, and a familiar tuft of red hair peeking out.

"...I dunno, maybe." Last time didn't work out so hot. Maybe David just doesn't want friends. Maybe he's the loner.

And Jasper's fine with that. It's not like he has to be friends with David anyways.

"Who knows, kid? Maybe he's like a stray cat. Gotta be nice to 'im and bait 'im 'til he comes out."

"You just want my mom's money."

"Absolutely, now are you gonna buy another one or not?"

"I said I dunno." Jasper huffs as he waits for the ice cream man to give him his sandwich. As he takes it, he hears the door shut and he turns to find David no longer hiding by his door.

"Looks like the runt went back into hiding." The ice cream man hums to himself as Jasper unwraps his treat and starts to munch away. A bright look comes across the man's face as he ducks into his truck as Jasper watches curiously. When the ice cream man resurfaces from his searching, a yellowish cup is held in his hand as he shoves it at Jasper's face. "Here, kid."

Jasper scrunches up his face.

"I don't want it."

"Nah, kid, it's free."

"I still don't want it."

"Look, I got a whole bunch of these laying around 'cause kids don't want 'em as much as the other stuff I got. So why not throw it at that kid's face so you're not wasting your ma's money and I'm gettin' rida stock I don't need?"

"I don't want him to hate me more than he already does!"

"Can't get any lower than rock bottom, kid."

Oh, he'd beg to differ.

But the ice cream man tosses him what was essentially frozen lemonade, but not like, the good lemonade, but the lemonade that was just pure lemon juice with some water, maybe even too much water, mixed in, and then they put it in the freezer, and then put that ice block into a blender, turned it on high, and poured the goop into a cup to be sold to children who actually knew what good lemonade tasted like.

And this was not good lemonade.

Jasper barely manages to catch it as it smacks into his chest.

"Good luck, kid!" The ice cream man salutes him before rushing off into the driver's seat to drive away.

"But I said I didn't want it!" Fruitlessly, he yells at the disappearing ice cream truck, groaning loudly as he clutches this awful excuse for a lemony treat. What was he supposed to do with it?

...

Well, he could actually give it to David.

Maybe he was into this sort of stuff.

Frozen, bad lemonade. That was kind of like shaved ice, but not really. The outside of the cup sweats in his hand, reminding him of the hot temperature.

Maybe he wouldn't care? Maybe he'll take it because it's so hot out and use it as a, like, ice pack or something.

His feet are already walking him to David's door, and after cramming the ice cream sandwich in his mouth, he once again knocks on the door, but with less enthusiasm this time. David opens the door, but he looks only a little surprised.

"What do you want, Jasper?"

Oh, he knows his name?

"Uh, here." His words are muffled around the sandwich, but David takes the cup regardless.

And scrunches up his face when he sees it.

"Ugh! I don't want this!"

"Me neither!"

"It sucks!"

"I know!"

David blinks, as if registering that Jasper was actually agreeing with him.

"So why are you giving this to me?" Jasper swallows a bite of his sandwich and shrugs.

"I dunno, maybe you can like, use it as an ice pack?"

"Pfft." David snorts, which makes Jasper perk up a bit. "As if. This thing'll only last for a few minutes."

"What are you gonna do then?" Jasper watches as David wipes the sweat from his brow, frowning as he stares down at the cup.

And sighs dramatically.

"Guess I'll eat the dang thing."

"...You sure?"

"Well it's not like I have a choice." Jasper expects more bite to his words, but the ginger merely says it with a tired reluctance he doesn't expect. "Thanks, though."

"Oh uh, sure, duderino." He expects David to slam the door in his face but the boy just... keeps it open. "Guess I'll see you around?"

"Whatever." David shrugs as he pops the lid open. "See ya."

He walks away from David's house and doesn't hear the door close. When he makes it to his own house, he looks over to where David's house is and sees the boy sitting there. Quietly eating his treat in the open doorway.

And Jasper swears.

He's eating it with a smile.

////

When Jasper approaches the familiar ice cream truck, he can hear two voices yelling at each other near the truck's window.

"You tellin' me this is all two dollars?!"

"I said count 'em, you gigantic square!"

"Uhh...?" Jasper walks up to find David gripping the edge of the window from where he hangs with a snarl. The ice cream man glares back down at David as he holds a fist full of coins. Oh.

"It's two dollars!"

"Quit jerkin' my chain! As if I'd believe you!"

"Can I count?" The two of them turn their heads to Jasper as he sheepishly rubs his arm. "I mean, if I count them in front of you, it'd save you the trouble and prove Dave- David's telling the truth." The ice cream man rolls his eyes but hands the change over to Jasper regardless. And so the brunette carefully sorts out the assortment of change, and holy cow, he can see why the ice cream man was angry at first. It's a big mess of nickels and pennies and dimes, with maybe one quarter in the mix, but he counts out the change dutifully, carefully, and out loud so that the ice cream man can see his work.

"...and two dollars." He gathers up the change and holds it up to the ice cream man. "David was telling the truth."

"I told you, you big doofus."

"Watch it, kid, or else I'm taking your money and drivin' away."

"That's stealing!"

"As if you haven't tried stealin' from me before." But the ice cream man disappears and comes back with two drumsticks. "Here, your ice cream."

"Yessss!" David takes them both, before turning to Jasper and handing him a stick.

"...Huh?"

"Here." He shoves it into Jasper's hand and looks away. "For the other times you got me ice cream."

"Oh! You didn't have to-"

"Later, nerd!" David runs off and into his house, slamming the door shut as he leaves Jasper in the dust.

"...Are you two friends now?"

"Uhh." Jasper looks down at the drumstick in his hand. It's the usual kind - vanilla, coated with chocolate and nuts. He unwraps it and gnaws on the outer shell.

Sweet.

"...Maybe."

"Huh." The ice cream man sounds amused as he reclines against his window. "That was quick."

////

It becomes a routine.

Everyday, the ice cream man comes. Sometimes it'll be Jasper who meets him first. And sometimes it's David.

But there's an unspoken rule between them.

They have to wait until the other shows up before leaving.

It's like a meeting place, but with a guy who brings the meeting place to them.

Normally, they just buy the ice cream and part ways back to their houses.

But sometimes...

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"What?"

Jasper and David sit on the curb, the ice cream man already driving away as they eat. It's too hot to stay indoors, so they find themselves having a rare moment outside in the sun. Jasper wouldn't mind staying quiet, if only for the fact that David bites down on the bomb pop like it's candy and crunching away at it in his mouth.

Just watching him eat it makes Jasper's teeth ache.

"Biting down on it!"

"No it doesn't." David chomps down on it again, making Jasper cringe.

"My mom says that biting ice cream like that can hurt your teeth."

David snorts.

"You're just a chicken."

"Am not!"

"Then do it, chicken."

Jasper looks at his own popsicle. He doesn't want to hurt his teeth, but he also doesn't want to be called a chicken. David grins slyly as he nudges Jasper.

"Chiiiickeeeeen," he goads.

"I'm not a chicken!" Without a second thought, Jasper bites down on his popsicle and crunches down on the block of flavored ice. It feels as though the ice is freezing his teeth all the way down to his gums, and it sort of hurts, and sort of doesn't.

It's still not pleasant though, so he chews through it quickly.

"See?" David nudges him again with a lighter grin as he goes back to polishing off the popsicle. "It's not that bad."

"Ugh." He determines not to do that again. "I think I'll pass on eating popsicles like that ever again."

David snickers but doesn't push him. Instead, they both kick at the asphalt beneath their feet and take in the rays.

////

Summer comes, and summer goes. They go back to school, pretend they don't know each other asides from a neighborly nod, before continuing on with their lives.

But when summer returns, they find themselves meeting up back at the ice cream truck.

"Wanna try these ones?!" Jasper excitedly points at the pastel-looking ice cream bars on the truck.

"Are you getting it only for the colors?"

"Why not!"

"That's dumb. You're dumb."

"You just don't wanna admit you wanna try the cotton candy one." Jasper teases the ginger as David rolls his eyes.

"Whatever. I'll just take the watermelon one."

"Well, I'm taking the cotton candy one, 'cause I'm not a chicken."

"You take that back."

"Are you kids gonna pay or what?"

"Here you go, mister!" As the ice cream man hands them their treats, the two of them sit back on the curb, kicking at the asphalt as they get used to each other yet again.

"You think his menu ever changes?"

"Nah, he seems too lazy to do that."

"But what if something new comes out? Like a tubular kind of ice cream."

"He already has a tube-y ice cream."

"No, like tubular! Like wicked? Gnarly?"

"...I hate you so much. Just speak like a human!"

"But I am??" David yells as Jasper laughs. "Take a chill pill, man! It's how everyone speaks nowadays!"

"That's a lie. A big, dumb lie that only a square would make."

"Calling people a square is sooo outdated, Davey." The nickname slips out before Jasper can stop himself, and he slaps his hand over his mouth in shock. "Oh, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine."

And he blinks.

"...Huh?"

"I said it's fine." David kicks at the asphalt, keeping his eyes away from Jasper's as he bites into his ice cream. "...I'm okay with you calling me 'Davey'."

"Are. Are you sure?"

"Yeah." David shrugs before turning to face Jasper. He looks uncertain, nervous even as he twirls the melting treating between his fingers. "I mean, we're friends, right?"

And he blinks again.

Mouth slightly agape.

He must have taken too long to respond because suddenly David's ears are bright red as he stands up abruptly. "Wh-whatever! If we're not friends, just say it-!"

"We are!" Jasper stands up just as quickly, a giddy grin making it onto his face as he makes to hug David, only to remember the sticky ice cream in their hands. "We're friends!"

It's David's turn to blink as he registers the words Jasper says. And then.

He smiles.

A real, genuine smile.

"...Cool!"

And when summer inevitably ends, he hopes he'll get more than a nod from David as they pass each other in the halls.

////

Summers come, and summers go. As they pass each other in the halls, Jasper goes for a high-five that David avoids, only to punch Jasper (lightly) in the arm later.

They sit next to each other at lunch, Jasper sharing his snacks with David as the latter pours over Jasper's homework as Jasper explains each problem to him.

They become an odd pair, the two of them. David's bristly exterior is immediately softened when Jasper is nearby, and Jasper's mood lightens considerably no matter the problem he has to face as long as David is there with him.

People often ask him if he hopes to make David a more cheery person by sticking with him. After all, Jasper is all smiles and bright colors. But Jasper just shrugs, saying he likes David the way he is.

If David changes, then he'll still like him.

Because David is David.

Just like how Jasper is Jasper.

Some things about them will change, Jasper knows that's inevitable. Habits change, opinions change, outlooks change.

But some routines never change.

They're fourteen as they wait for the ice cream truck together, sitting on Jasper's front lawn as the cool grass stains their shorts.

"Aren't we too old for ice cream trucks?" David is lying down besides Jasper, his eyes closed as Jasper drops torn up grass onto his face. Jasper giggles as David swats halfheartedly at his hand.

"Nah."

"We could be doing something else. Like playing games. Or eating ice."

"Only you would eat ice."

"Yeah well, maybe if you didn't think your teeth were so fragile-"

Jasper rolls David over, the other boy squeaking indignantly as his words are muffled by the dirt and grass.

"UGH! JASP-" And then a familiar jingle rounds the corner.

"Oh it's Mr. Kevin!" Jasper bounces to his feet and dashes away to meet the familiar driver. "What's up-!"

David comes up from behind Jasper and grabs him in a headlock, already yelling at the amused man as he pulls out a few bills.

"HE WANTS THE LEMON ICE!"

"HEY-"

"Whatever my loyal customers want."

"HEY-"

////

A few more summers come and go. Puberty is wack. High school is wack. Preparing for college is super bogus wack. But David isn't wack.

If time could stop for just a moment, just so Jasper could have more seconds in the day to relish those moments of happiness that escape them more often than not, then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't feel as though everything was falling through his fingers so quickly.

Things change too quickly.

Times change too quickly.

Even old routines, that one routine he'd grown to depend on every summer.

That began to change too.

As the two of them wait for the ice cream man, a man who has slowly begun to fade from their lives as the times change, Jasper finds himself clutching desperately to the past as his feet tap nervously against the grass. He can feel David's eyes on him, watching as his best friend slowly unravels before him. With a sigh, David leans against him, forcing Jasper to a halt as he forces the teen to lay down in the grass.

Up above them, the clouds roll by peacefully, completely unbothered and untethered to any sorts of worries.

"...You think he's gonna come by?"

"I don't think he's got enough customers to justify it, Jasp."

"...Bummer."

"Hm."

They continue to watch the clouds for a while, Jasper's disappointment settling on his face as he wonders if he took his childhood for granted yet again. A finger prods his cheek, and he turns to see David's green eyes. Calm. Relaxed, even. He's mellowed out throughout the years, but he still wears a frown most days. He's grown up a lot since he was that mean, bratty kid next door.

"You want ice cream that bad?"

"It's not that." Jasper bites his lip. He's kind of embarrassed actually, wanting to stick to this routine for so long. David's probably long since gotten tired of waiting for the ice cream truck, especially during these recent years as the man showed up less and less. But he never complains or goes against Jasper's wants, and instead plays along patiently as Jasper continues to cling.

"Then what is it?"

Is it hard to explain? Or is it just embarrassing to say? He looks over to David, and there's understanding in his eyes as he props himself up, waiting for Jasper to choose his words without any rush.

How lucky was he to keep a friend like David for so long?

"We stuck together because of the ice cream truck." David's eyes widen as the words sink in. Jasper laughs, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away. "I dunno it just- I'm probably just tripping over this for no reason, dude, sorry-"

"It's important to you." Jasper feels David lean against him as he thinks out loud. "I don't think it's wrong that you're upset about it."

"...But it's a dumb thing to cling to."

"Not really. We became friends because we kept buying ice cream together. I think that's pretty meaningful." David rests his chin on Jasper's shoulder as they continue to sit, waiting for nothing to arrive.

"Is it bad that I miss it?"

"Nah."

The breeze ruffles their hair.

"...What do you think Kevin is up to?"

"Probably selling drugs."

"Davey!"

"What?" The ginger laughs, puffs of warm brushing against Jasper's neck as he gradually calms down. "I'm right."

"You don't know that."

"Maybe."

Jasper closes his eyes. It's hot out, but he doesn't mind David sticking so close by. It's comforting, actually, feeling his warmth like this. Like, no matter what, even if the ice cream truck doesn't come by anymore, David doesn't really need a reason to just come by and sit next to Jasper and do nothing together.

At least that won't change.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Let's do something next year."

"Like what?"

"Something new." David turns his attention back to the sky and reaches out towards it. He tries to grab a cloud, but it floats away from his hand. "I've always wanted to go camping."

"But we don't know anything about camping."

"We can practice." David pulls back just enough to look Jasper in the eye, bright eyed at the prospect. "We got a whole year to prepare, and we'll be graduating soon anyways. Why not do something special for that summer?"

No more ice cream trucks. No more sitting around. But something new to fill in the void.

It couldn't hurt, right?

"Yeah." He smiles as David returns with his own grin. "Let's try that out."

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Summers come as they are wont to do. And they leave as they tend to do. The ice cream truck never comes back.

But that's okay.

David brightens up significantly as they begin camping, and Jasper wonders if he'd been holding his friend back for so long, making him wait for trucks to come when it was clear they needed to move on.

And yet.

He stood by him the entire time, waiting until Jasper was ready to let go.

An unspoken trust. With unwavering understanding.

Camping is alright, he supposes, but David loves how the trees surround them, how the birds sing above them, the way they come across streams and rivers as though they were new discoveries.

Camping is alright. But David's happiness is worth so much more.

"Jasp!" David pulls him along to the nearby clearing, their campfire crackling softly as he points up to the sky. "You don't get to see stars like this often!"

"...Yeah." He watches as David stares up at the night sky, so unlike the boy he grew up with. It's a side of him he's rarely seen before.

And he thinks that it's a shame that they never got to explore this side of him sooner.

Wouldn't that have made David happier?

David turns to Jasper, head tilted to the side as he catches his friend staring.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, uh, nothing." He looks away with a blush, scratching at his cheek as he looks for something to distract David with. "Oh yeah, we should make sure the campfire doesn't burn down anything, right?"

"Oh- yeah!" David rushes back, already worried as Jasper laughs.

This.

This is different.

But it's a good kind of different.

"Hey."

"Huh?" David looks up from where he sits by the fire, watching as Jasper plops down besides him.

"Why do you like camping so much?"

"...I dunno it just." He shrugs, smiling wistfully as he watches the fire. "I mean, I used to camp a lot with my dad. Before he left."

Ah, right.

"Wouldn't you hate camping then?"

"I mean, I did. For a long time, I did." David laughs, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he talks. "But then, you became my friend. And we grew closer and. I just wanted to do something with you. Something that we could claim as our own. Sure, there was that whole ice cream thing but. That could only last for so long, and when it ran its course, I saw how you were struggling to just. Wrap your mind around losing something that was so us. And I wanted to do something. Make a new something. And. Camping was the only thing I could think of." He shrugs as he turns to face Jasper, the brunette wide eyed as the ginger grins. "It just felt... right, you know?"

"...God." Jasper shakes his head, laughing as he does so. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Only because you stuck by long enough for me to be amazing." David nudges his shoulder playfully. "...Hey."

"Hm?"

"Thanks. For actually, um. Being my friend." David looks down as he speaks. "It couldn't have been easy."

"...Nah, thanks for letting me stick to that ice cream schtick for so long." Jasper bonks his head gently against David's. "That couldn't have been easy."

"It's whatever." David bonks back with a smile. "I mean, as long as I got to spend time with you, it was worth it."

...Yeah.

It was, wasn't it?

He smiles as their fingers brush together.

Yeah, maybe camping was just alright. If it'd been with anyone else, he'd be pretty indifferent and distant throughout the whole affair.

But.

With David?

Like when they were waiting for the ice cream truck together, the sun beaming down above them, feet kicking playfully at asphalt as they listened to the sounds of the birds chirping in the distance.

Sitting here, by an open fire, underneath the stars and listening to the songs of the crickets and the hoots of the owls.

Just like then.

Just. Existing next to each other.

It just.

Feels.

Right.

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Let Us Love You (Stucky x Reader)

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Warnings: Swearing, SMUT, there is a bit of m/m stuff, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (f/m receiving), fingering, M/M/F threesome, DP, alcohol consumption… I think that’s all!

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I leaned my forehead against the door frame, the tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried to calm my breathing back to normal. I’d just experienced the worst first date of all time and now all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch with a drink or ten and pass out.

This was the last time that I was going to let Nat set me up on a blind date, that was for damn sure. Everything seemed to be going pretty well until he’d gotten a phone call in the middle of dinner. He’d excused himself from the table… and just never came back.

No goodbye, not even a “this isn’t going to work”. Nothing.

And the fucker left me to pick up the check.

Straightening up and swiping angrily at my eyes I pushed my key into the lock and turned the knob. Hopefully I wouldn’t wake my roommates if they were sleeping, but I needed to make myself a drink and drown my sorrows in booze and a gallon of chocolate cookie dough ice cream.

“Y/N?” Bucky questioned as he came around the corner from his room. He looked so fucking adorable (but I’d never say that out loud - he was a trained assassin after all) as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and ran his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. “What happened?”

“Hey, Buck.” I said shortly. I didn’t want him questioning why my eyes were no doubt red, or why I probably looked like shit from all the blubbering I’d done on the way home. “Steve sleeping?”

“He’s down at the gym, working out his aggression on some punching bags no doubt.”

I tried to laugh, but it came out as a broken sob as I turned toward the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and pulled out my mixers to make myself a margarita. Pulling the Patron down from the cupboard I popped the cork and took a huge gulp before tipping the bottle over the blender and pouring a hefty amount into it. I swallowed past the initial burn and then started pouring the rest of my ingredients in before starting the blender.

I could see Bucky standing in the kitchen, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he watched me closely. I’d never been able to hide anything from him or Steve. We’d become so close over the past few months since we’d agreed to be roommates. Working at Stark Tower was great and I loved my job, but I couldn’t live there.

Steve and Bucky had also decided that they needed some space between work and home, so we’d all chipped in and rented a nice place in the city. We were only ten minutes or so from the tower which made it convenient, but also gave up the separation that we craved.

It didn’t hurt that I loved living with them, they were clean, sweet and undeniably gorgeous. I kept my feelings to myself, but I couldn’t help how I felt about them. I’d never felt this way about anyone before, let alone two men.

Bucky cleared his throat as I turned the blender off, ducking down a bit to get my attention. “I take it that things didn’t go well?”

I laughed cynically, pouring the mix into a large glass and spinning on my heel before walking toward the couch. I chugged a big mouthful of my drink and looked back toward Bucky. Plopping down onto the couch I swallowed another big gulp of my drink before clearing my throat.

“He left me in the middle of dinner. Got a phone call, I didn’t think anything of it, ya know? He excused himself, then just never came back. Left me to pay the check and everything.”

“Well, the guy is a dick and doesn’t know what he’s missing sweetheart.” I hadn’t heard Steve come in, but there he was in all his sweaty, muscular glory in his too-tight white t-shirt. These two really knew how to make a girl all tingly.

“Steve’s right, babe. He doesn’t deserve you.”

I scoffed as I chugged more of my drink. “I think I’m going to just give up on finding love now. Maybe I’m just meant to be alone.”

Steve closed the door, clicking the locks into place as Bucky rounded the sofa and sat in front of me on the coffee table. Taking my drink from my hands his eyes searched mine for a moment. Steve walked toward the two of us, his jaw clenched as he sat in the armchair against the far wall.

Bucky drew my attention back to him as he placed his vibranium hand on my knee, the coolness seeping through my stocking and sending jolts of pleasure up to my core. I tried to contain my shiver of arousal but by the smirk that pulled across both their lips, I failed.

“Is there anything we can do to make you feel better, sweetheart? To take your mind off that asshole that hurt you?”

The words dripping from Steve’s lips had me clenching my thighs together, trying to find some sort of relief. What were these two doing to me?

“Talk to us, gorgeous.” Bucky added as he ran his fingers a bit higher on my thigh, touching the lace top of my stocking, dipping one fingertip under the material.

“We’re friends, right? Isn’t this wrong?” I gulped, the words not coming out as strong as I wanted them to.

“Y/N, we don’t have to do a damn thing. We can sit here and watch movies and pig out on junk food with you if that’s what you want.” Steve said as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “We love you, sweetheart. We’re friends, first and foremost. If you don’t want anything else, then we all go back to how it’s been for the past few months.”

“But,” Bucky whispered, his breath fanning across my lips. Goosebumps rose all over my skin; the taste of him on my tongue overwhelming my senses. “If we can do anything to make you feel better, we’re here.”

“You guys…” I sighed, my heart hammering in my chest. “You know I love you, love you, right?”

“Oh, darling,” Steve smiled brightly. “We’ve known for a while that you feel something more for us. We just didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Well, you should know that we love you, too.” Bucky answered, his breath and scent drawing me toward him.

I looked over at Steve. “Yeah, baby,” he nodded. “ We love you so much. Let us love you.”

Sliding forward, my hands finding purchase on Bucky’s shoulders, I pulled him to me, our lips connecting in a heated kiss. We were not slow or tender, this was all teeth and tongues, gasps and moans of pleasure. We pulled apart, a sigh of contentment falling from my lips as Bucky moved both of his hands to my hips and jerked me down the couch. Steve stood up, pulling the coffee table back as Bucky got onto his knees and shoved my skirt up around my hips.

“These black stockings look absolutely delectable on you. Your soft, beautiful thighs covered in lace.” Bucky smoothed his hands up and down my thighs as he spoke, my eyes closing as I listened. “Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

I did as he said, opening my eyes and staring directly into his. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he inhaled deeply once before jerking them off, the sound of them tearing pulling a pornographic sounding moan from my mouth.

“Are we doing this, Y/N? We’re all on the same page?”

I looked up at Steve standing behind Bucky, his arms now folded across his chest (that fucking t-shirt looking even more strained). I wanted to lick him. Every. Damn. Inch of him.

“Oh yeah, we’re so doing this.” That must have been what Bucky was waiting to hear, because without further warning one of his metal fingers worked its way through my folds and inside me as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around my clit.

“Fu-ucking hell!”

“We’re going to make you forget all about those failed dates, there’s only us now. Are you gonna be a good girl for us, Y/N?”

I couldn’t form coherent words, only moan as Bucky worked a second finger inside of me, crooking them up to hit my g-spot. He worked his tongue over my clit like a fucking pro as I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing handfuls and holding him tightly against me. I was chasing my first orgasm, hoping Bucky would take the hint as I started grinding my pussy against his talented fingers. His mouth was pure sin, his groans and sighs vibrating against me in the most delicious sort of torture.

“Bucky, yes!”

He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine for a moment and I wanted to cry.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He whispered against the skin of my thighs, his tongue running a wet trail back up toward my core where I wanted him most.

“Yes, god yes.” He smirked once more as he stood up, grabbing my hips and hefting me over his shoulder. Steve followed closely behind as we made our way into his room. Steve’s room was the best place for this, with his King size bed.

Bucky tossed me gently down onto the mattress, I tore the rest of my clothes off except my black lace stockings as his eyes searching mine once more. He pulled Steve against him, the strong, muscular bodies pushed against each other. I watched, completely enraptured as Steve’s lips found Bucky’s, their tongues working together as they moaned and started to grind against each other.

Bucky reached down, lifting Steve’s shirt off over his head as Steve laughed and pulled his gym shorts down. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from them, the sight before me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.

“I need your mouth on me, Buck.”

You watched as Bucky slid down to his knees, pumped Steve twice in his hands and then wrapped his lips around his cock, sucking him in with a moan and then pulling back. Over and over and over. The sound of Steve’s deep moans, Bucky’s mouth working over his cock like he was a starving man had me once again clenching my thighs together looking for relief.

I moved my hand down to my core, dipping two fingers into my slick before working them over my clit, my eyes never leaving the two men in front of me.

“Good girl, sweetheart. Does watching Bucky suck my cock turn you on?” Steve groaned loudly. “You gonna cum for us?”

“God, yes. You two are so fucking beautiful.”

“Okay, Bucky, up. We’re both going to fuck her now.” The sound of Steve’s voice, so deep and commanding, had me cumming all over my fingers. My thighs shaking as Steve came to the bed, pulling my fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. “So good. Bucky’s going to fuck your ass, have you ever done that before?”

“O-once,” I moaned. “I want to feel you both inside of me.”

Steve pulled me up to let Bucky lie down, he pulled some lube from the bedside table and squeezed some onto Steve’s fingers. Holding me up against his chest, Steve worked one of his fingers into my ass as Bucky stripped his sleep pants off. Steve continued to stretch me out, working two fingers and scissoring them before pulling them out and looking down at me.

“Sit reverse on his cock, baby. You’re gonna take us both.”

I sighed audibly as the shiver of arousal worked its way down my spine. I crawled up the bed toward Bucky, before mounting him in reverse. He lubed his cock and had me lift up. Slowly he began to push into my ass, his cock much bigger than Steve’s fingers, but the stretch and burn was incredible.

“Just breathe, good girl. So fuckin’ tight, Jesus Christ…”

When Bucky was fully seated within me, he held my hips still, my back rubbing against his chest and his metal fingers rubbing against my clit as Steve got on the bed, his eyes looking absolutely predatory.

His lips met mine, kissing me deeply before resting his forehead against mine. “We love you so much, sweetheart. Once we do this…”

“I’m yours, both of yours. No more dates, no more running away from how I feel. I love you both, too.”

He nodded as he grasped himself in his hand and began pushing inside me. I threw my head back, the feeling of being so full - it was almost too much. My eyes felt heavy, like I couldn’t keep them open because I was so overstimulated.

“You look so good, wrapped around the both of us.” Steve pushed in, balls deep inside of me. I could feel the two of them, muscles twitching as they held still and allowed me to get used to the feeling. “You okay, Bucky? Y/N?”

I could feel Bucky’s cock twitch inside me before he groaned out a ‘yes’. I looked into Steve’s eyes, my heart thundering as I told him yes as well. Steve pulled out and pushed back in as Bucky worked his own rhythm underneath me.

There was a constant push and pull, their rhythms now working together to bring me pleasure. The whisper of moans, the slap of skin on skin on skin. Bucky wrapped one of his hands into my hair, pulling my head back as he bit the side of my neck. Steve leaned down on the other side and nipped the skin there, whispering how good I felt and how tight I was.

My thighs once again began to shake, my breathing rapid as I felt my orgasm rushing toward me, the tightening of my muscles and the fluttering of my core alerting them both that I was close.

“Steve… oh, yes!”

“I can feel you, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Bucky groaned loudly, his fist still wrapped in my hair and his breath tickling against my sweat-soaked skin.

“I can feel Bucky, Y/N. I can feel his cock inside of you.”

That’s all it took to push me over that edge, I came hard, the rush of it covering my thighs and also wetting Steve.

“Fuck, Bucky - Steve! So… good…”

“God damn, our little rain maker. That is so fucking hot!” Steve grunted as he fucked into me harder, his cock hitting my g-spot again. Bucky’s thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm and he moaned loudly as he moved his hands down to my hips, holding them tight.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” Bucky sighed, his grip tightening enough to bruise as he thrust a bit harder and deeper. Thrust once, twice, three times more, he locked up behind me, his cum spilling into my ass as he moaned against the skin of my back. “Y/N, oh fuck!”

Steve wrapped his hands into my hair now, pulling my face toward him as he kissed me deeply, his eyes open as he thrust harder, faster.

“Cum for us one more time, Y/N. I can feel you.”

Bucky’s cock slipped from my ass but his hands were still on my hips. He used his strength to buck my body against Steve’s, my thighs burning as I worked up against him, matching his punishing rhythm as I felt the coil snap once more. Steve moaned loudly as his orgasm took over, his hips pulled tightly against mine as his muscles tensed, his face contorting in pleasure and his breath mingling with mine.

We all pulled apart, flopping onto the bed as Bucky got up and went to the bathroom. I tried to catch my breath as I felt a cool cloth between my legs. I cracked my eyes open, smiling slightly as I watched the two of them. I was now completely wrecked, but in a good way.

“You seem better now, sweetheart. How did we do?” Steve asked with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Like you don’t know that you both just ruined me for anyone else, ever.” I kissed his lips softly as Bucky slipped into the bed on the other side of me, his arms resting around Steve’s.

I turned my head toward him, our lips meeting in a kiss that had my stomach flipping with excitement. The pain between my legs had me realizing I couldn’t do anything else tonight, but I would now crave the feeling of them both. Pulling away from his mouth, I felt my cheeks heat up as they both leaned up over me and kissed each other.

“Yeah, I’m so fucking ruined.”

They both pulled back with a smile, their eyes meeting mine. What had I been so upset about before? I couldn’t quite remember as they both wrapped me back up into their arms and we fell into a deep sleep.

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