#and the ‘what in the deep blue sea?!’ line had me giggling omg he’s so silly

[merakiui]

more beans day azul vignette that i really like!!!! orz he’s actually so pathetic it’s really too cute.

[jobean12-blog]

I Want It That Way!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 729

Summary: You take some balloons home after one of Tony’s parties and you get a great idea on how to use them other than for decoration. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the super fun prompt below sent in by my lovely love @bugsbucky​ I had fun with this and totally went back to the 90s with music haha yay! Hope you like it! Thank you all for reading! Love you always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super funny fun fluff, Bucky in bowtie @sallycanwait68​ I couldn’t resist it! kisses, singing 90′s music, yay! :) 

You stepped off the elevator, a giant bouquet of balloons squeezing through the doors and trailing behind you. “Bucky? Babe?” You spin around, searching for him amidst the sea of colorful inflatables. Suddenly the sea parts as Bucky knocks the balloons to the side, clearing a path as he walks toward you. “Why did you insist on bringing these up from the party? If you wanted balloons, I could have gotten you a million!”

Even through his complaints Bucky can’t help but smile, your face lit up in the colors reflecting off the balloons. “You look like a rainbow,” he laughs, circling his arms around your waist. You grab the sides of his undone bowtie and pull him down to your lips, “thanks.” “I just love them. The colors are so pretty, and I thought they would look cool floating on our ceiling.”

He deepens the kiss, freeing the balloons from your hands. They thud against the ceiling, the ribbons tickling your arms as they dangle from above. “Bucky,” you moan into his mouth while his hands wander to the zipper at the back of your dress. He smiles, pulling away and leaning his forehead to yours, “dance with me?”

You lean your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, gently swaying to the peaceful quiet in the room. Suddenly, your head shoots up and you start jumping up and down. “Omg Buck, I have the best idea!!!” You wiggle out of his hold and run to the kitchen to grab the scissor. Rushing back to him you look up, “can you grab me a balloon please?”

Easily reaching one of the ribbons he pulls down a balloon and hands it to you, looking intrigued. You snip the end and pinch it closed with your fingers. Smiling up at him you bring it to your lips and suck in the helium, puffing out your cheeks and holding your breath.

You can barely contain your laughter before you say, “I love you, Bucky,” in a high pitched, shrill voice. He throws his head back, pointing and laughing at you. “Omg, what the hell was that?!?!” You suck more helium from the balloon, giving him a serious look, “are you telling me you’ve never sucked helium from balloons before?”

It’s hard not to laugh every time you talk, your voice sounding like a chipmunk. Bucky grabs the scissor off the counter and snags another balloon, snipping the end and bringing it to his lips. He sucks in and holds his breath, smiling at you with puffy cheeks. He finally speaks, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You practically fall over in a fit of giggles. “OMG, DO IT AGAIN!!!” He sucks in some more, pursing his lips before smiling through the words, “I love you, but you’re a pain in my ass.” You poke him in the side, your face lighting up before you yell out, “echo, play the backstreet boys playlist.”

Bucky groans and gives you a dirty look. He sucks in more helium and says, “why must you torture me?” The song starts and you raise a brow, taking a deep breath from the balloon before belting out the lyrics, “you are my fire, the one desire, believe when I say, I want it that way.” Bucky’s laughter is loud enough to hear over the music, his eyes squeezed closed and his nose scrunched up. “Omg, I cannot believe we are doing this right now, it’s 2am and you’re in a gown and I’m in a tux.”

“Party pooper,” you say, high and shrill, laughing at yourself. Bucky smirks, sucking in a giant gulp of helium. He starts dancing toward you, singing the words, “tell me why, ain't nothin' but a heartache, tell me why, ain't nothin' but a mistake.” You bend at the waist, your updo falling out in pieces around your face, laughing so hard you’re crying.

Bucky smiles, bringing you in for a tight hug against his chest, still singing but slightly less high pitched. “You are my fire, the one desire, you are….” he trails off, “I love you.” You rest your chin on his chest, looking into his bright blue eyes, “I love you, too. Thanks for being silly with me.” He gives you a sweet kiss before singing the line, “I want it that way,” much to your delight.

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[chilling-seavey]

HH ANOTHA ONE - Lorri bugging Daniel to let her drive his car - but wait omg 🥺🥺🥺 that boy would do anything for her so he'd let her drive the first time she asked - and then they go on like a drive somewhere and Lorri just loves driving fast and Daniel can't help put stare at her and just fall in love with her more please🥺🥺🥺

Super inspired by Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys. It is complete vibes for this blurb and I haven’t listened to a single other song all week

July 1960

“I wanna drive your car.”

“Do you even know how to drive?”

Loretta gasped through the phone, “Yes, Daniel, I know how to drive.”

“I have never seen you behind the wheel ever in my whole life.” Daniel chuckled.

“I know how to drive and I want to drive your Thunderbird up the coast.”

“Oh really?”

“Stop laughing at me!”

Daniel bit his lip to hide his cheeky smile, “I’m not laughing at you, my love. When do you wanna go?”

“I told Dad that I need to go to the library today for college so…today!”

“Don’t you need to actually study?”

Loretta groaned in annoyance through the phone and he could hear her flop backwards onto her bed, “No! I hate doing summer college when you’re on break! It’s not fair! I deserve a break.”

“To go up the coast?”

“Yes, Dani, please?” Loretta begged.

Daniel checked the time on the stove, “Alright. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll swing by Sherry’s for lunch and then head up the coast.”

“Ah! I love you!” Loretta shrieked. “I’m already dressed! Now get over here quick!”

The line went dead and Daniel only laughed lightly at his girlfriend’s way too eager attitude as he hung up the receiver and rushed upstairs to grab his wallet and keys. He stopped in the doorway to the master bedroom where his mother was folding laundry, “Lori and I are going out, Ma. Won’t be home for supper.”

“Alright, honey. Drive safe.” she called after him as he rushed down the stairs and right out the front door.

It was a perfect day for a drive, the summer LA heat allowing the convertible to be wide open and the cloudless blue sky made for easy driving. Daniel slid on his sunglasses and turned the key in the ignition to make his way down to Loretta’s house a few blocks away. She was already waiting at the end of her driveway in high-waisted red shorts, a white halter top, and white sneakers, a classic red ribbon tying her brown hair back from her face, and when she saw Daniel, her smile broke even wider and she jumped onto the road as he fell to a stop in front of her.

“Hey, lover boy.” she greeted, leaning over the driver’s side door to kiss him. “Let’s roll! Scoot over.”

Daniel only laughed and put the car in park before shuffling over to the passenger side to let her climb behind the wheel. She tossed her book bag in the backseat – she had to take it since she told her father she was going to the library – and she slid her cat-eyed sunglasses on before carefully setting her hands on the steering wheel with a grin.

“Yes. This feels good.” Loretta nodded once.

She pressed her foot down on the gas, revving the engine loudly as they were still in park. Daniel’s eyes went wide as he watched her hesitantly.

“Oh…oopsies.” she giggled and set the car into drive to press down on the gas and they went speeding forward down her street so suddenly that Daniel flopped backwards against the leather seats with a gasp.

He was too in shock to say anything as he clutched onto the top of the door beside him and the back of the seat between the two of them. After a few minutes, Loretta seemed to get the hang of it and her jerky movements turned smoother but she was still nearly throwing Daniel through the windshield every time they reached a stop sign.

“Just…pull slowly into the parking spot.” Daniel said cautiously as they navigated their way down the busy beachside street towards Sherry’s Diner.

Loretta whipped the wheel around, spinning them way too quickly into the parking spot and Daniel audibly squeaked as they just barely missed the car in the adjacent spot, biting on his finger to not try to critique her driving too terribly. He would have cried if he got a scratch on the pretty red paint and he leaned over the side of the car just to make sure they had cleared it.

“Wow!” Loretta grinned as she sat back and took her foot of the brake.

“Park, Lori! Put it in park!” Daniel reminded her quickly as they started rolling back towards the busy street.

“Shoot.” Loretta gasped, pushing the gear shift to park. She glanced over at her boyfriend who looked like he had seen the gates of hell and back in their ten-minute drive to the diner, “Sorry.”

“Maybe…I should drive us up the coast.” Daniel offered gently.

“No. Dani, please, I’ll be better on the highway, I promise. The constant stopping and starting is just…tricky.”

Daniel looked over at her and her pleading expression and he sighed, grabbing her cheeks in one hand and leaned in to pull her lips to his for a kiss, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Loretta grinned at him.

They ate lunch together in the diner – hamburgers and strawberry milkshakes of course – and then headed back to the car for their little road trip.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Daniel asked again as she sat behind the wheel.

“I am sure.” Loretta nodded, sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head and sent him a sweet smile. The sun made her freckles stand out and Daniel habitually swiped his thumb over them before tapping the tip of her nose. He was stalling.

A group of teenage girls walked past on the sidewalk and their eyes lingered on the pretty girl behind the wheel of the bright red sports car, nothing but jealousy in their eyes. Loretta only smiled at them through the windshield as Daniel pressed a kiss to her cheek. Was there really anything wrong with flaunting what she was proud to have?

Daniel finally walked around the car and climbed in beside her, taking a deep breath and they prepared to head towards Highway 1. Loretta put the car into reverse and Daniel kept an extra eye out as she backed out of the parking spot and onto the beach side road to make sure they weren’t going to hit anything. They almost clipped a curb but he managed to grab the wheel in time to avoid it, only making Loretta mumble another ‘oops’ before she was switching to drive and pulling off down the road with a jerk.

“Oh boy.” Daniel blurted out, reaching out a hand to hold onto the dashboard through his skyrocketing anxiety, “I love you so much.”

Loretta only giggled proudly, and he directed her towards the highway exit. Sure enough, it was smoother once they were on straight road and Loretta pressed her foot down harder on the gas as they picked up speed, the ocean right on their left and the California hills directly on their right, the summer wind streaking through their hair in the open top convertible. Loretta shrieked with excitement and reached to turn on the radio, turning up the volume nice and loud as they sped down Highway 1.

“Good golly, this is incredible!” Loretta cheered. She sang along loudly to the radio’s top hits, pushing twenty over the speed limit under the perfect California sun.

Daniel relaxed more into his seat since they were no longer hitting stop signs every block and he draped his left arm over the back of the seats and took a moment to take in the scenery. His eyes drifted from the sparkling blue sea to Loretta’s beaming face and her cheerful singing as she took the road like a pro-driver. She lifted one hand off the steering wheel to throw up in the air, her soft curls and red ribbon billowing in the breeze that whooshed past them, her fingers curling around nothing as if trying to grab the air.

“Daniel James Seavey! I am absolutely in love with you and your car!” Loretta shouted as loud as she could.

Daniel laughed joyfully, throwing his own hands in the air and tossed his head back against the leather seats to just be in the moment with her. They drove all the way up to Santa Maria in wine country – two-and-a-half hours out of Los Angeles – and took a pit stop to grab something to eat and use a gas station washroom before going to head home again.

It was well past dinner time when they returned to LA and they were both still riding the highs of the beautiful scenery and good music and perfect company. Loretta pulled up to the curb down the street from her house and made sure to put the car in park before turning to face Daniel and leaned right in to kiss him strongly.

He smiled into it, pushing his hand through the back of her hair to keep her close and they kissed lazily for a few short minutes before Loretta was sitting back again.

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for not killing us.” Daniel added.

She giggled and left him with a few more kisses before she reached into the backseat and picked up her book bag before climbing out of the car. Daniel shuffled over to sit behind the wheel again and grabbed her hand before she could walk off. He pulled her back to the side of the car and down to kiss her lips again.

“I love you forever.”

Loretta smiled widely, “I love you forever and five days.”

“Call me.”

“You got it, lover boy.” Loretta kissed him once more before hopping onto the sidewalk and rushing a few houses down to her own.

Her lie didn’t get her far as the moment she stepped inside, her father shouted the time across the house to her, claiming that the library closed three hours ago. Despite being twenty years old – “then you should be old enough to know that you should be taking your studies seriously” – Loretta was grounded for the rest of the week and sent to her room.

Daniel called her when he got home since he hadn’t heard from her, only to be told by her father that she was grounded and he even gave Daniel a bit of a stern talking-to as well. He should be supporting her education not taking her out on aimless adventures.

Loretta was laying on her bed, glaring at the ceiling, when there was a knock at her window. She got up and walked around to her window, sliding the glass open and leaned her head out. Daniel was stood on the grass underneath her bedroom window with a little smirk on his face,

“Let me up. Just cuz you’re grounded doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, right?”

[jafndaegur]

The Dark Sentencer and the Blood Sacrifice

“You’ve Entered a Hell where the Devil is made of gold—please don’t run your mouth. The questions before have no place in this haunted house.” - Coheed & Cambria 

 Trigger Warning: Violence

This is my entry for day one of @mmangstweek​. This is sort of my take on a superhero universe, and the story will over-arc for the whole week. It is going to be incredibly dark, but per the guidelines, I will tone back any sort of gratuitous things that could be triggering (especially since gore and abuse are not allowed), however I do have certain devices needed for the plot of this story. I will always tag the beginning with any trigger warnings. Thank you for reading!

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A quivering gasp flooded from MC’s mouth as she retched, her cheeks and mouth sticky with tepid vomit. Her body curled in on itself and she opened her eyes slowly, her head ringing with trembling reverberations. Cold tile cradled her limp form and even as she struggled to push herself up to her arms, her sense wobbled as if trying to regain themselves. Power tingled at her fingertips and she had to reel in her breathing as her heart staggered in her chest.

She couldn’t remember where she was. Why she was there.

Sight bounced throughout every inch of the room that she found herself in. A plain bed. A tall set of lockers at the back of the room. To her left, a near empty desk save for a computer screen and an accompanying desktop tower. In front of the keyboard, a small pink Nokia with a sticky-note on it stuck out like a sore thumb in the otherwise dully colored room. Pushing her hands against her sternum, MC tried to steady herself. A small prick of surprise laced at the back of her mind when she honestly wasn’t all that concerned with the fact that her memory was about as patchy as a crocheted doily, and apparently her skin was too. Her eyes narrowed at the scars that lined her hands from the tips of her fingers all the way to her wrists. The long sleeves of her beige sweater stared just about there, and pushing up their lengths, she took note of the fact that the seemingly incessant blemishes didn’t stop at her wrists. She rolled the sleeves up as far as she could. She lifted the bottom hem to her sweater. She looked down at the parts of her legs exposed from her shorts.

Scars, scars, scars. Large and long gashes. Thin, needle-made slashes. Deep gorges that looked like splatters. There wasn’t an inch of her body not covered in wounds. At least that she could see.

Her knees practically threatened to buckle as she pulled herself to her feet. She hobbled around the puddle of puke and made her way to the turned off monitor. Her face reflected was plain and simple, unlike the rest of her, it was unmarked. Skin stuck between a sickly blanche and a pale jaundice, she didn’t particularly care. But the fact that scars seemed to suddenly stop mid-neck drew her attention. Her lips quirked downward into a frown. Surely such mutilation like this wasn’t her choice? She doubted she was masochistic enough to enjoy carving up her body like some Thanksgiving turkey carcass.

Taking the phone into her hands, she flipped it open to find that she was already logged into a chat room. It asked for a code. She took the sticky note from the top half of the device and copied the numbers that had been chicken scratched onto the paper. A small beep signaled that she was in. Any curiosity that she’d had about the mysterious phone and the mysterious place and the mysterious her died in her throat when the machine in her hand was suddenly bombarded with a string of texts. Her hand clenched the Nokia tightly, her fingers turning white at the pressure.

¡707!: “SomeonebrokeintoRika’sapartment omg omg omg omg!”

MC’s eyes narrowed. R…rika? That name startled a surprising amount of rage and aggression. Heat flooded her chest and her brows furrowed together as her jaw pulled taut. Fingers clenched around her throat and—

Zen: “How can you be sure?”

¡707!: “What do you mean how can I be sure, I’m staring at the CCTV—oh.”

Jumin Han: “Oh? Should we not be addressing the authorities?”

Zen: “Look silver-spoon boy, who would be better than the authorities? Us. Duh. Besides, anyone other than us really isn’t supposed to be there. Ah this kid…”

Y✧✧sung: “Wait Seven, what’d’ya mean that—”  

¡707!: “She’s…watching us!!!!!!! ;A;”

MC’s stomach dropped and she wondered what a person was supposed to do in a situation like this.

Jumin Han: “Should I seal off the exits so she can’t get away?”

Panicking, MC hurried to type in a response. Sealing the exits off didn’t really sound all that great of an option. Oh god, were these people going to kill her? Secret apartments and forgotten memories—what where they, a fucking mafia? She regretted ever having woken up. She should have just asphyxiated on her own bile.

Zen: “I’m on my way now, standby. Let’s see what this punk has to say!”

MC: “Hey! Hey please, I’m just as confused as you guys…”

Y✧✧sung: “Ack! It speaks!!!”

MC: “IT?”

Jumin Han: “A likely story. I will take care of this myself, Zen is taking too long, per usual.”

MC: “No, really I’m—”

The window’s and the front door at the front snapped and shattered with a flash of lavender light. MC fell backwards, a scream tearing at her throat. Her hands slipped on the slick floor and her legs landed in the waste mess she’d made earlier. Standing there, wavering like an old VHS recording, was a very tall and very angry man.

He was dressed in a fine suit, with a fine tine, and a fine pressed pocket square. His raven hair swirled back and forth, as if he were carried by the wind, the short tail of his jacket fluttering likewise. He reached out, light crackling at his fingertips.

“Explain or I will not take your offense lightly.”

MC stared up at him, finding she really couldn’t say anything.

His lip curled and he snarled. “Did you break in to steal information? How about money. Did you would find something as simple as money here? Your idiocrasy as a thief and getting caught is quite blatant.”

Her throat clenched and her body threatened to vomit again.

“If you won’t speak, I will tear it from your mind myself.” The man growled.

T-tear it from my mind? MC recoiled.

Like a ghost, he flickered out of existence only to reappear right in front of her, his hand grabbing for her face. She rolled out of the way with a yelp. Thoughts racing a mile a minute she tried to think of a way to get out of the apartment—only to slam into the lockers at the back. Her body shuddered, and skin broke. Her elbow was scraped and a small smear of blood through the tear in her sweater.

Heartbeat shuddered and faint wisp of a memory knocked at the edge of her mind.

“MC, MC, MC—my precious little scapegoat.” A knife. “Just make a wish.” Her belly, it was open. Her belly had been cut open. Oh, oh, oh. Oh help, p l e a s e, someone— “It’s not fair you got to live a fairly happy life. A few nicks? Some genie made wishes? Please. What a joke.” Someone tilted her chin up and trailed the tip of the blade in disgustingly sensuous circles along her collarbone. “I sentence you to make others happy. That’s what you wanted, right?”

When the man lunged again for her, MC felt her entire body go limp. I wish I was anywhere but here—I’d even take my chances with that Zen guy…

Wind buffeted her form and within the second it took MC to blink, she was suddenly tumbling through the sky. No apartment. No apparition. Just her, blue open sky, and the ground increasingly approaching her. A scream should have been what escaped her mouth, but instead, only a laugh. She wailed and giggled like some sort of lunatic. Her arms and limbs flailing as her zoomed past skyscrapers and office buildings. God why did she think she could help. Why did she always seem at any moment to fail over and over again. Happiness, what a joke. She couldn’t compete with her Sentencer, she couldn’t compete with the body that constantly tried to use itself against her. In a sense, this was better though, she guessed. A power like Blood Sacrifice was one she didn’t want any more, one she didn’t—

Eyes rolling back into her head, MC barely caught notice of a strong pair of arms wrapping their arms around her waist as beautiful silver wings stretching through the sky. A concerned voice. Vermillion eyes. Her body snapped at the impact of being caught mid-fall, and she swallowed her tongue, vision going black.

-*:･O･:* -

“MC!”

She turned around and smiled, waving eagerly to the curly haired blonde approaching her. The woman was thin and slender, her brown dress hidden almost entirely underneath a white lab coat. Emerald eyes narrowed, and curved brows arched.

“How’s therapy going?” The woman smiled, and gently took MC’s wrists into her hands.

A light blush dusted across her nose and MC suddenly felt extremely self-conscious of the hospital gown she wore.

“The tests aren’t hurting you too bad, right?”

“You better be careful. People might think you’re biased.” MC nodded. “I think out of all of us, you treat me the nicest, Rika.”

MC stared out, past the large glass wall that sealed off the rest of her cubit. The only one who knew how to enter and exit the room was Rika. Not that it mattered to her. She never ever wanted to leave. Down a long narrow hall, other glass walls glittered like a sea of ice, and even though her eyesight wasn’t the best, she could make out the fleshy blobs and colors of the other test subjects from behind their translucent little cages.