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He’s so fucking irritating

We talk about being feral, fighting, saying no

He asks me to prop the door open, wait in my bedroom,

And his irritating ass walks in with a warm smile and a kiss

His smile is so fucking irritating

He brushes the hair from my face, traces my jaw

I beg for him, apologize, scream, tremble

He has to go.

His smile is so irritating

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I’ve been getting into perfume lately and just received a selection of Andy Tauer fragrances. I tried “Orange Star” tonight and can’t stop imagining Cowboy John Price smelling of leather and campfire licking the melted remnants of an orangesicle off of me. Do with that information what you will.

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Man, I’m trying not to be greedy, but Sebastian’s latest IG has to mean we’re in for a flood of fics with Bucky getting his ass eaten and/or pegged, right? RIGHT?!?

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Sooooo... this is my first time posting any writing. 110% open to constructive criticism.

“Love?”

You poke your head just inside the heavy oak doors, hoping you’ll catch him alone and unoccupied. Bucky’s eyes launch themselves from the man standing next to him, his grip on the papers in his hand tightening. They land on you, and, seeing you safe and unconcerned, soften. He waves his men away and you take that as an invitation to enter, Steve and Sam dipping their heads in acknowledgment as they leave.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” He says, setting the now crumpled papers down.

“Just... just couldn’t sleep is all. I was hoping you weren’t busy since it’s late. ‘M sorry”

“Sunshine, sweetheart, no.”

He pushes away from the desk, takes two large strides to the other side, perches on the edge and beckons you.

“C’mere.”

“‘M’really sorry, I thought you’d be done by now”

“Sweetheart, the only way you’re gonna end up in trouble is if you apologize one more time for needing me to love on you”

You blushed and walked forward until his thighs bracketed your own.

His arms wrapped around you, you buried your face in his neck and

“M’ S-“

“Nuh uh. You are my everything. I’d burn every fucking piece of this to the ground if you gave me the look. I’m not going to tolerate you apologizing for interrupting some bullshit meeting a couple minutes early because you miss me.”

He leans back just far enough that he can look you in the eye without letting go.

“Or is that an awful lot of assumptions to make?”

“No,” you smile, and begin to close the distance.

“I just missed you.”

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I've never responded to a post before, so I'm sorry if I'm doing it wrong. Just wanted to let you know that I'm looking forward to what you come up with next. Take as much time as you need, I/we'll wait.

You're not fucking up, you don't suck, everything you have posted is worthwhile and we're not entitled to any of it, and certainly not to updates. You do you, and do it for your own sake. If you never update again, what you've posted still brought me joy and I wanted you to know that.

Hey! I just wanna say it’s been awhile since Cloudburst was updated but I’ll wait as long as it takes for it! Don’t feel rushed please! Much love ~ Anon.

i’m really super sorry if this comes across as hostile especially since despite having like 80 asks in my inbox that are kind that i haven’t replied to yet, i chose to reply to this but don’t you think i know it’s been a while since cloudburst was updated?? don’t you think i know it’s been a while since anything i’ve written has been updated? like. i don’t even have time to breathe and i ran out of a will to live a while ago so just. don’t remind me of things that i know i’m fucking up on. i’m aware that i fucking suck for not having updated it yet. i’m totally aware of that

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There Wasn't a Good Answer

I got "Vito" back from the vet and he's in this pretty polished wooden box with a padlock. And the inside is just a fucking plastic bag full of dust and a twist tie.

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I wish you were what I wanted

I look at photos of you, now, and my heart curls in on itself. The same strong jaw, blonde stubble, obnoxiously perfect hair, and eyes a blue I can't find words for. We were everything. Best friends. Dependent. Our bodies, our desires, we were nearly made for each other. But you were angry, complacent, unfulfilled. I was hurt, submissive, ambitious. Unfulfilled. This tightness in my chest will never make its way into the world. It lives here, separate from anyone else, alone inside of me. The farthest parts of me pray you feel the same and never speak a word.