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bitchsister · 5 months

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can we maybe get curt cockwarming bucky,, but he’s just unable to sit still and is being all bratty about it since he wants to get off but bucky won’t let him 👀

This is not the one and only cockwarming ask I’ve gotten! And anon, while there is some gentle kinda cockwarming in this… there’s a lot more happening too…. Because like I’ve said before. I need a muzzle.

(I kinda just did whatever I wanted.)

Top punk baby princess Curtie in this.

Bye

This has been very sloppily edited. It’s pure smut and filth if there’s any weird errors just ignore them and love me for my flaws.

I blame @swifty-fox for a lot of what is in this. But also I blame myself for being the one to write it. 🫶🏼

Look at their beautiful art for our baby Punk Princess Curtie!!

Here’s their art tag. They spoil me daily 🩷

☣️THIS PARTICULAR DRABBLE IS LONG AS ALL FUCKIN HELL AND IS A MESS. ☣️

Because there was no specifications made, this is yet another addition to our Lucky Charms AU!

If you’re not LOCKED IN for THESE THINGS, do not read : Curt and Rosie arguments, injuries and mentions of blood, lowkey blood play, TOP CURTIS, bottom Bucky, Sub Bucky turned Dom real quick, crying, whining, spit, kinda cockwarming? I tried for the circumstances I swear, Daddy is used a few times . Oh. And Green Day.

I definitely have more cockwarming requests. So a cute and sleepy cockwarming drabble will probably happen eventually.

Bucky’s place wasn’t close to campus, but if Curt managed to catch a lift from Rosie or one of his girlfriends, then he’d manage to bribe them into dropping him off near the skate park which was only about a fifteen minute ride away from Bucky’s, if he was really putting his back into it.

He’d gone a week without seeing either of them, and while FaceTime was certainly one of the greatest modern inventions to exist, it didn’t do anyone justice — either the bar Curt was in was too loud, Bucky couldn’t figure out how to add Gale successfully to their call or Curt was balls deep in an essay about the Navier-Stokes Equations and Computational Fluid Dynamics while the other two had free time.

“I can’t go all the way to his place, Curt. I got work in like — fuck. Twenty minutes.” Rosie stared at his watch, gaze fluttering to land on Curt who stood in front of him, batting his lashes as he held his board at his hip.

“C’mon, Rosie. You’re arrangin’ bouquets all day, not protecting the government from cybersecurity attacks.” Curt stepped forward and tapped his nose. “At least not yet, Mister Digital Forensics.” His lashes fluttered again. “How ‘bout the park, then?”

When Rosie told Curt he’d gotten a job as part-time florist downtown, he’d laughed right in his face.

Ain’t no way!

Rosie stared straight at Curt, his lips tugged into a solemn line.

Wait — yo, forreal?

“I’ll — fuck — hey, Monday I’ll get you a coffee. How’s that, hm? For your troubles.” Curt made his voice sound sweet, stood before Rosie with his headphones around his neck, a loose tshirt hanging to his thighs, cutoffs revealing his scabby knees.

He blew an obnoxious bubble with his gum into Rosie’s contemplative face.

A heavy sigh escaped him, his shoulders sagging under the weight of resignation as he realized that continuing this argument with Curt would consume more time and energy than simply giving in. "Fine," Rosie conceded, his tone exhausted. "But you owe me a muffin, too.”

Curt flashed him a smirk once he’d plopped into the passenger seat of Rosie’s old Bronco where nothing but FM sports radio played through the muddied coaxial far older than them.

They chirped at each other for a little while about sports. None of which Curt knew a thing about besides what Bucky had told him. “Well, B says they got a good season ‘head of ‘em.” Curt popped a bubble between his teeth again, fingers fiddling with the too-loose trucks of his board to tighten them.

“You listen to everything he says?” Rosie shot a sidelong glance at Curtis, a brow risen. “It’s almost like you have no singular thoughts these days.” He continued, though he shouldn’t have. “Bucky this, Bucky that.”

The radio statics, but drones on.

That’s baseball for you folks. The Kawasaki kid has ice in his veins! One swing of the bat can change everything.

“I got plenty’a thoughts of my own.” Curt grit his teeth but forced his jaw to relax the moment he heard Gale in the back of his head, reminding him right away that his first reaction is rarely ever his best.

Relax, Curt. Take a deep breath. It’s nothing to get all bent out of shape about. Tell me a few things you can see. What do you taste? What do you smell? What can you touch?

Redbuds blooming in early spring, spent bubblegum, the leak in Rosie’s busted exhaust, the textured and worn down urethane of the wheels on his board.

“Hardly.” Rosie drummed his fingers over his steering wheel absentmindedly, reducing himself to the songs in his head since the radio in his car failed to work half the time. “You think he’s gonna keep you around when you’re graduated? Or, god forbid, you turn twenty-six and Ruthie doesn’t pay for your health insurance anymore? Officially too old for Attorney at Law, Bucky Egan.”

They hadn’t talked about Gale all that much besides the fact that he and Bucky often worked on case studies together and were usually working the same if not similar court dockets — a good friend who he certainly hadn’t dropped to his knees for.

“Fuck off with that.” Curt waved his hand at Rosie, his head shaking in disbelief and his expression one of grand theatrics. “Ain’t mine or nobody else’s fault you ain’t been laid in months. Maybe if you weren’t such a fuckin’ downer, man,” he pulled his shirt up to tighten the shoelace threaded through his belt loops. “You been on my back about it now for a while.”

“Well, all you do is talk about ‘em.”

“And, so what!?” Curt tapped his board a few times over the dashboard to taunt him and make a big, loud fuss. “You goddamn leech! You suck the fuckin’ life outta me, Robbie!” Curt was huffing through his nose, red in his cheeks and far from remembering the things he could see, taste, smell and touch. “You know Nora calls you Rosie Raincloud?” He was being venomous now, his fangs deep in Rosie’s flesh. “‘Cause you fuckin’ smother us with it, Robert. We hardly know what to say to you these days.”

Rosie had stomped his foot over the brake in one of the picturesque neighborhoods, nestled in a dreamy suburban wasteland, so different from the city.

His chin wobbled and his gaze denied Curt the satisfaction of seeing it reduced to a puddle — that hurt, but he could only really blame himself.

It wasn’t the first time he’d taken a swing at Curtis Biddick and got hit back twice as hard.

“You don’t gotta say nothin’.” Curt swung the passenger side door open and jumped out, his head sticking into the window for one last twist of the knife in Rosie’s chest. “Coffee shop ain’t even fuckin’ open on Mondays.”

Rosie peeled off, leaving Curt to hop on his board and kick his legs as hard and fast as he possibly could, his headphones tugged back over his ears and the volume turned up as loud as it could go.

City of the dead, at the end of another lost highway.

Signs misleading to nowhere

He tried his hardest not to think about how he had acted, and the things he had said to Rosie — in truth, Curt was better equipped to handle what Rosie had been saying to him since after all it was his own opinion, which he’d reserved the right to.

Curt didn’t need to scream at him the way he did, or bring up Rosie’s sudden knack for draping a wet blanket over every conversation.

It didn’t get them anywhere.

His mind drifted so far away and his chest heaved with ragged breaths as he kicked his legs to the beat of the drum line in the song he listened to.

Angry, sloppy, reckless.

He stopped to take out some energy on the railings of concrete neighborhood staircases, finding his inability to make it down all the way in a front side a new irritant to focus on instead of the guilt he felt for hurting Rosie before his shift at the flower shop.

Until sunset he occupied his mind — or, until his exhausted body had failed him for the last time and sent his face into concrete. “I hear ya.” He mumbled at the sky, assuming it was all karmic as he reached into the grass nearby to grab his phone which had flown out of his pocket the first time the railing swiped him right between his ass cheeks and straight to his tailbone.

His body ached, his screen was cracked, there was glass in his thumb.

He hardly announced his presence anymore, fucking up the gate code a few times due to the shakiness of his fingers and dropping his keys to his feet while he attempted to unlock the front door, a wild and unabashed string of cocksuckingmotherfuckingpiecesofshit falling from his lips once he’d kicked the door closed with the back of his heel, limping into the kitchen to nose around for a snack, although he had really expected Bucky to be on his second glass of wine by then, his iPad an inch from his face as he browsed the internet for a new dinner recipe.

“Hey,” Bucky called from the garden where he lounged in his tightest swimming shorts — the ones that showed off the thick muscle of his thighs and the curve of his toned hips. “Hey!” He’d been calling to Curtis from the open French doors that lead to the pool, the sun still too bright to realize Curt was bleeding from an unknown source on his face with his headphones still blaring music into his brutalized eardrums.

Where have all the bastards gone?

The underbelly stacks up ten high.

“Dammit, Curtis.” Bucky got up from where he was laying, riddled with irritation that Curt didn’t come squealing into his lap like he always did, attacking him like a sucker fish on any bit of skin he left visible.

His footsteps weren’t detected by Curt that peeled a string cheese layer by layer, half of his body reaching into the fridge to find something else to eat. “If you’re gonna use my money for things like this, at least give me the satisfaction of -“ he’d reached to pull Curt’s headphones away from his ears which had inadvertently caused Curt to whip around, bright blue eyes starkly contrasted by the flow of crimson that stained his lips and neck.

This wasn’t the first time, nor the last.

Still, Bucky let out a sigh as Curt continued to feed himself strings of cheese, blinking up at Bucky as if nothing had been out of place — though, even John would admit, this got easier each time.

“What was it this time?”

Curt sighed, his shoulders shrugging. “Don’t even remember.”

He was so lost in his own thoughts about his fight with Rosie that he could hardly recall what he had landed and what he hadn’t — he had no notes to give himself and nothing he could set his intentions to improve on later.

He threw his body around for four hours and got nothing out of it. And, not to mention, he may have lost a friend.

Bucky shoved his face in Curt’s neck once he’d pulled him nearer, so damp with sweat and radiating heat like the surface of the sun. So bright, so warm, so absolutely gorgeous. “Need to keep all your braincells the way they are.” He murmured, drawing in the scent of him while his lips pressed kisses to the salty heat on the soft flesh of his neck.

Curt still felt sore about what he’d done to Rosie but with Bucky in front of him like this, his hands groping his sides to pull him closer, it grew more and more difficult to think about anything else. “C’mon, m’fuckin’ filthy, Bucky.” He whispered, his voice barely there.

“Oh, I know.”

The sun continued to set beneath the hedges in the garden and the breeze that blew through the open doors had cooled him down enough, but Bucky had done very little to stop his sweating — his palms splayed over the softness of Curt’s hips, the small of his back, the curve of his neck. “You need me to kiss it all better, don’t you?” Bucky could taste the metallic sting dance over his tastebuds. “Need me to lick you clean, hm?”

Curt had still felt the hot sting of anger in his belly, the annoyance with himself for getting it all wrong, the frustration of having no control over what he said, his emotions, and how he reacted to them.

He pushed himself forward, chest to Bucky’s until he was backed into the center island, his skin stained down to the neck of his tshirt. “You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” The blue of his iris had darkened like the deepest parts of the ocean — the most dangerous. “Can’t wait to have me down your throat, huh?”

Bucky could hardly suppress the expression coloring his features as a searing chill trickled over every inch of his body. “Fuck,” his palms flattened again over Curt’s sides and down to the curve of his ass where he grabbed two handfuls, pressing his body closer and closer. “Look at you.”

He looked fucked up on himself, mesmerized by his own power, his own influence — Bucky was the softest, warmest putty between his bloody fingers. “Been thinkin’,” Curt grabbed Bucky’s jaw, forcing his lips to part as his own grew inches away. “When you cut your finger. Made me think, ya know — it made your face get all screwed up, made you whine a little.”

Bucky had sliced his finger clean open on a new set of knives Gale got him for Christmas months ago, the blades still sharp as the day he brought them out of the box.

“Think you can make me whine?” Bucky’s voice had drawn itself deep into his chest, teased by Curt who leaned himself in as if he’d finally give Bucky what he wanted, a true taste of what he knew he was missing out on, just to pull away a flash him a grin with front teeth slicked with blood.

“I can do anything.” Curt chirped back.

He pressed his hand into Bucky’s chest again, the other cradling his jaw as he walked him backward and himself forward, a wall behind them eventually where Curt slotted his leg between Bucky’s thick thighs. “What’s the over under?”

Bucky liked to gamble with his work buddies on Saturdays.

Curt would sit by idly near a high stakes poker table or the screen where Bucky and his friends would bet on ponies and he’d drink boozy milkshakes and flirt with the cocktail waitresses he had no interest in for a couple complimentary vouchers for the buffet where he only used the soft serve machine or the gift shop where a collection of cute coffee mugs were sold, and he had his heart set on acquiring them all without spending a dime.

“Not a chance.” Bucky tilted his head back against the wall, his narrow gaze fixed on Curt who hooked his fingers over the waistband of Bucky’s swimming shorts. “I don’t make bets on thoroughbreds without a track record, baby.”

Curt had yet to reveal this particular side of himself.

Sure, he was tough.

He’d bust his lip, his ass or his nose and get back up giggling. He’d fall off and get right back on. He’d argue his side of the story, he’d stand firm in his beliefs.

But he’d never claimed to be dominant in the way he’s portraying now.

The fact that he could wasn’t so much a shock, it was that he chose right then to do it.

“Smart man.” Curt shoved his fingers into Bucky’s mouth, holding him still with his thumb curved beneath his jaw. “On your knees.” He hooked his fingers a little tighter and guided Bucky down to where he balanced on his haunches until his knees fell forward, forcing him to sit on his folded legs where Bucky stared up at him expectantly.

So fucking beautiful.

He already knew what to do, as he’d done it for Curt plenty — his cutoffs were shucked down to his ankles and kicked across the room, his bloody tshirt following suit. Bucky had a hard time figuring how he’d be the one whining instead of Curt until he felt the familiar sensation of tiny fingers threading through his thick brown waves, tugged a little tighter than ever before.

“Go on,” Curt whispered in a shallow breath, “Get me wet for you.”

Bucky could hardly believe his ears, the shock drawing him quickly to obey a Curtis who was typically mounting himself over Bucky right about now, spouting off about how Bucky’s cock is so big and how he can feel it in his tummy.

He worked his tongue over every curve and vein of Curt’s cock only for hips to be drawn closer to his face, his eyes brimming with a sudden surge of cock-teased tears, “Fuck,” Curt grumbled, the blood drying now over his still damp and glimmering skin. “Look so fuckin’ hot with a cock down your throat.”

Rather quickly the spot in Curt’s belly where he held his rage earlier was replaced by the butterfly feeling of having Bucky’s mouth on him — until, of course, Curt had coaxed him into position atop an expensive area rug in the living room, knelt between his thighs once he’d removed Bucky’s slutty swim shorts from his hips.

“Didn’t know how pretty ya’d look like this.” Curt took in the sight of a pink-cheeked Bucky, his thighs spread and his cock achingly hard, curved deliciously over the little trail of hair beneath his bellybutton.

He’d yet to let out a whine, but if he didn’t feel Curtis closer to him soon, he’d be waving a white flag as he went down with the ship. “Kiss me,” it came out in an almost bashful plea as his eyes scanned the lips before him, the dull dried blood brought to life again each time Curt licked his lips. “Please.”

“Ohh,” it was an almost taunting coo. “Got your manners, huh?” A dribble of spit slid past Curt’s parted lips and between Bucky’s spread thighs, his cock slicked gently past the hole that tensed at the sensation. “Relax for me.” Curt whispered, his hips grinding his length against Bucky’s which already twitched. “Show me how good you are.”

Bucky hardly knew if he was able to be good, but he’d try. “Please.” He whispered again, though he was careful not to allow his desperation to show. “Just fuckin’ kiss me.”

Curt rolled his eyes, spitting again but that time it was at Bucky’s chest, tinged pink from the blood still lingering on his tongue. “You don’t make the rules, John.” He basked again at the sight before him — glowing cheekbones, parted lips, hands reaching to spread the dampness Curt had spat onto him around his chest and into his own mouth.

“Not when I got you lookin’ like this.”

It seemed Bucky had leaned into it, his body still tense but his eyes soft as could be.

Curt rut his hips between his cheeks, a rumbled string of groans bubbling from his loins as his right hand milked a couple little pearls of precum from Bucky’s cock that throbbed beneath his grip. “Y’like this, don’t you?” He whispered softly, his usual playfulness still dripping over every word; sticky sweet.

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky gasped, still willing his gaze to focus on what was before him although he was hardly able to discern if it was real or not. “Gonna fuck me?” He felt another sting of anticipation dance over each notch of his spine.

Curt grinned deviously, little body slotted between Bucky’s thighs that could easily overpower him but wouldn’t dare. At least not yet. “Need to get you ready for me,” he reached forward, his fingers slid gently into Bucky’s mouth and over his soft, warm tongue.

It wasn’t long before Curt could hardly stave off his excitement, fingers gentle but prodding against Bucky’s hole that took a finger to the knuckle easier than he’d been expecting, a gasp following suit. “Fuck,” Bucky whispered, his hips instinctively twitching at the unfamiliar sensation. “Fuck — fuck, fuck,”

A second finger, a third.

Lube from a drawer in the coffee table slicked over Curt’s thick fingers as he worked them into Bucky whose brows furrowed, pillowy pink lips parted as gentle huffs escaped them.

“Talk to me, Daddy.” Curt whispered, knelt down between Bucky’s thighs like a predator sizing up its prey that just so happened to be twice the size of himself. “Do I make you feel good?” His fingers worked Bucky open while he pressed rough and starved kisses over his thighs that twitch every now and then.

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky sucked a breath between his teeth, his heart flipping in his chest once Curt’s fingers had found his prostate.

He held in a whine that crept up on him in the very back of his throat and Curtis could tell. “Such a good fuckin’ boy, Curtie. Fuck —“ Bucky threaded his fingers through Curt’s hair, chest heaving once his fingers found a rhythm.

Curt could hardly believe his eyes, falling in love again with a new version of Bucky he’d never met before — all soft hues of pink and deliciously tanned skin, lips glistening with spit and his gorgeous eyes half-hidden behind eyelids that fluttered. “You look so pretty like this.” He mouthed at Bucky’s balls and the base of his cock, pressing sweet kisses against his sensitive skin.

Bucky could hardly deny himself what he wanted anymore as he whispered a gentle plea, “Fuck me.”

Curt hummed between his legs, sitting up slowly to observe yet another angle once he’d carefully withdrew from Bucky altogether to line their hips up, his cock eventually replacing the fingers that gripped Bucky’s thighs instead to spread them wider. “Think you’re ready?” He leaned his chest over Bucky’s, chaste kisses pressed against his open mouth.

“Mhmmm.” Bucky mustered, their kisses hot and wet and sloppy — uncoordinated and needy. He’d never wanted anything more in his life than this. “Put that big cock to use for once.”

An interesting spot he was in to be making snide remarks, Curtis thought, and so he gave him exactly what he’d wanted.

He lined himself up nice and gentle before snapping his hips forward, pulling Bucky closer by his thighs once he’d abruptly buried himself within the tight, wet heat before him.

And there it was.

A long winded whine that started low and gentle had died out high-pitched and breathy right into Curtis’ mouth who continued to lick, kiss and nip at Bucky’s wet lips. “Oh, listen to you.” Curt drawled, allowing John to adjust before his hips had found a slow rhythm, watching as the man beneath him writhed.

“Gonna have you fuckin’ cryin’ for my cock all the time now, hm?”

Bucky choked back a whimper he couldn’t even pretend to hide, desperate and sweat slicked hands grasping onto Curt — anything to hold. “Feels s-so— fuck, baby - “ he could hardly form a coherent thought once Curt picked up his pace, hand hardly big enough to wrap around Bucky’s throat but he kept a tight grip, nonetheless.

Bucky still felt a little shy about this.

A little out of place.

Eventually, the unfamiliarity and pain had quickly tumbled and grew larger into an indescribable pleasure once Curt’s hips had little to hold back any longer, fucking into Bucky relentlessly who took it like he’d been meant to all along.

Uh-uh-uhs were forced out of him, his thighs spread wider and his eyes managing to focus again when he began to pant like he was reaching the finish line.

Curt was so far from done with him.

“Ah-ah,” he withdrew abruptly, watching Bucky writhe again and attempt to pull him back in. “I got you all worked up, don’t I?” His hands smoothed over Bucky’s damp curls, tugging gently. “Takin’ my cock so good, never knew you were such a fuckin’ —“

Bucky sucked in a deep breath and used his legs to flip Curtis onto his back, knocking the wind out of him.

“Think you’re tough now, huh?” He still looked like a fucked-out mess, his eyes half lidded and his heart pounding in his chest. “Had your cock in me and forgot how easy Daddy can have you gagging for him.”

Curt tried to push Bucky’s hands off of him, his cheeks still slathered in dried blood turning pink beneath the mess. “Had you close-“ his rebuttal was quickly snipped once Bucky had slicked his fingers in with lube and brought them between Curt’s cheeks, hooked into him and pulling him closer.

“Get the fuck off me.” Curt tried to put up a fight but his body had been betraying him as his thighs spread for Bucky, his feet lifted from the floor as he moaned at the roughness of it, a punishment it seemed for denying Bucky the pleasure he’d been so vulnerable to receive.

“Nobody takes it like my baby does,” Bucky basked in the familiarity and the tightness around his fingers that hammered into Curt until his thighs were shaking and the back of his knees dripped in sweat. “Isn’t that right?”

Big, fat tears had once again revived the dried blood that had smeared itself over his face by then, every moan that rattled out of him tumbling into a choked sob. “Fuck you.” He whined, his white flag waved with confidence as he went down with the ship Bucky had since abandoned and yet he still managed to put up a fight. “Mother fucker.”

“Oh, that’s not how good boys behave, Curtis.”

Fingers were replaced with Bucky’s cock, Curt’s features softening at the familiar sensation, the one thing he’d ask for on death row.

This is his truest Last Supper.

There was no movement by Bucky, though.

He buried his cock deep into Curtis, swearing to himself that when they were just like this, he could see the bulge of his cock in Curtis’ little belly. “You know what happens when you’re bad, don’t you?”

“I wasnt!” Curt barked, desperately trying to withdrawal from Bucky and snap his hips back again. “I wasn’t bad - I- I wasn’t-“ he was a mess of tears again, the emotions of the day crashing down on him in a heap. “You fuckin’ cocksuckin’—“

The exam he failed, his fight with Rosie, his busted face, and now this.

“Nah,” Bucky held Curt’s thighs to his chest, his cock staying right in its place, not an inch of movement. “Gonna stay just like this until you can show me how sorry you are.”

There, Bucky realized, was his place.

He had never minded being vulnerable with Curtis — in fact, vulnerability was his strong suit.

At first, he was the worst out of the two when it came to expressing his feelings, his thoughts and his emotions.

In the end it was only ever because of the judgement he feared of receiving for loving Curtis. Someone younger than himself, more reckless, with more life to live.

“I’m sorry,” Curt sniffled loudly, a puddle of old blood, tears and a runny nose that threatened to bleed again, the drip metallic and sour in the back of his throat. “I’m so sorry — I - I’ll never be bad again, I promise.”

They both knew a lie when they heard one.

“I’m so good for you.” Curt arched his back, anything for a little friction against his suddenly neglected and angry looking cock. “Look at me — I’m all yours, Bucky. Every part of me — I—“ he sobbed again, reaching down to touch himself but he was abruptly denied, his wrists held above his head. “Fuck me till I can’t fuckin’ breathe.”

Bucky felt sick for being so turned on.

A whimpering, whining, crying Curtis before him with a hot and hard cock that leaked beautifully against the little trail of hair below his bellybutton. “Oh, my pretty baby.” He cooed, reaching forward to wipe his crybaby tears away and granting him just a bit of movement when he did. “I couldn’t let you forget, honey — look what I’ve done to you.”

Curt tried again to surge forward and gain an upper hand, but it was disastrously useless.

Bucky was far stronger than he, even despite being fucked open just a moment ago. “Dunno what I’m gonna do with you.” He murmured, pulling away from Curtis at once and bringing him gently to his feet, holding him against the wall where Bucky felt he’d be doing his knees and Curt’s back a favor once he lifted him up off the ground and around his waist.

It was brutal after that, and for once Curt was unsure he could handle it. “Too much! T-too much,” he whimpered, but Bucky could hardly be bothered. “It’s too much — I can’t-“

If it was truly too much, Curt knew what he needed to say.

A safe word was set in stone the first time Curt had passed out and hit the floor, his brow split open.

All he cared about when he came to was finishing, though — even with an almost-crying Bucky and Gale in his face, worried beyond reason.

“Yes, you can, baby.” Bucky groaned, knowing full well Curt’s orgasm was dependent on the completion of his own.

Didn’t matter how much Curt was fucked.

If he wasn’t full of it, he just couldn’t get off.

A rather endearing blessing, but a curse just the same.

“I can’t Bucky, I can’t.” A wreck he was — and Bucky loved reducing him to such a state. Babbling, whining, his voice strained through the tears he choked on. “S’too much.”

Luckily, it was enough to sputter Bucky’s hips forward, hips rolling into Curt to milk his orgasm while Curt’s hole fluttered around his cock, his little body pulsing as he threw his head back against the wall where he thumped a few brain cells loose.

Bucky reached up to hold the back of his head, clicking his tongue. “There you go, honey,” he whispered gently to a Curtis whose body trembled through an earth shattering orgasm, “Let it all go, baby. Look at how much you’re givin’ me.”

Curt’s body was covered in sweat, blood, tears and now a splattered mess of his devotion to Bucky — hot and wet; sticky and so fucking sweet.

Bucky plopped them both onto the couch, Curt’s body wrapping around him and refusing to give his cock back despite it growing softer by the minute. “I love you.” He hiccuped into Bucky’s neck, the emotions flooding back to him once he’d been dumped right back into his reality — the one where he failed his test and more than likely lost a friend. “So much.”

“C’mon, Curt. Y’know I love you more than anything.” Bucky smoothed his hands over Curt’s damp curls, pulling his face away from the curve of his neck to look at him. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

He couldn’t talk about it now.

Just wanted to be here, in Bucky’s lap, the warmth of their love still burning inside him. “Later.” He whispered, sniffling loudly. “I’ll tell you later.”

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neorukixart · 3 months

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Been wondering for a while if you have any other headcanons for your adult Ruki 🤔🙏

Ah... well, since you asked for "headcanons" it means I can go wild and ignore some of the canon, right? :3c

She had her "gay" awakening when she was watching "Digimon Adventure" while she was baby (about the age she had in the Locomon movie flashback), specifically the ep with princess Mimi. She didn't realized it until she grew up (prob in her 20s). Thanks to that, Rumiko "misread" the mood and thought Ruki wanted cute dresses and be pretty.

She's an AiM fan (thanks to Mimi), which would explain her fixation with "Yuuhi no Yakusoku", that's her fav song and has a soft spot for "My Place" too. She also listens to RAISE A SUILEN (because you know, I'm a RAS oshi too hehe).

She became a morning person quite easily thinking on how she wanted to work hard so when she meets Renamon again, they won't laugh at her for being lazy.

She's very polite, having studied in an "Ojousama" school until highschool but she's very careful to whom she greets with "Gokigenyou", she will NEVER use it with the tamers group but she does knows how to keep up appearances when needed.

The modeling job her mom "forced" her to do was with genderless clothes and during her last months of working as a model, she did more sports and formal suits (skirts were forbbiden); this gave her quite the popularity among girls and women ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). She's thankful she has to use a helmet while riding her bike to hide her face.

Juri will always touch the "you were very ikemen as a model" topic from time to time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She used her model job money for her motocross gear and bikes.

Unfortunately for her, she became famous among the motor sports world and had to "become" a model again for magazines and interviews, the good thing is that she wears her gear and not "modeling" clothes. She's still popular among ladies ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She tries to be a good example to the kids she teaches bouldering, unfortunately (again) there are moms who are very interested in her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She regrets very much accepting being a model at this point (but now I find it very funny XDDD help)

During summer, she does radio exercises with kids and her stamp is actually a kawaii fox instead of her last name; when older kids ask why the stamp is like that she just says "I like foxes, they are cool", younger kids don't question it as it is a cute fox.

Jian and Juri are the ones she constantly keeps in touch with; Juri is the one who almost has time to go and see her competitions everytime and she drags Hirokazu and Kenta with her, Ruki appreciates the gesture.

She developed quite the motherly instincts thanks to the kids she's been teaching in the park; then she realized that "oh, so kids are only cute and adorable when they aren't your own" but she is not so against the idea of being a mother herself (Let her adopt Miyuki and Renaharu uwu).

Once in a while, depression actually hits her so you will find her on long bike rides at night with not an specific destination. She decided she was not going to cry anymore so at the end of her rides, she might need to hit something.

She's bad at drinking and becomes a drunk terminator, at the end of her destruction, she cries so, she prefers to avoid drinking but she can do it in moderation.

Thanks to her motocross career, she moved out of her house and lives in a relatively big apartment (model money is convenient); she lives alone but Juri has often suggested to live together, Ruki is not really ready for it yet.

Living alone means taking care of yourself so she's actually a good cook and procures to stay healthy (and buffy), cooking is a hobby she didn't expect to develop but here she is.

She keeps a few plants that does not need much water as she's out most of the time, but surprinsingly she keeps her apartment tidy and clean.

One time she was on TV (thanks to her competition being aired) and got interviewed upon winning; later that week people connected the dots and said she was one of the kids who were fighting the D-reaper and had to ask Jian and Yamaki for help since it went viral (let's say that they did some things here and there that might or not be illegal).

From time to time, she takes Juri on her bike rides (when she doesn't has to do extra work for her school) and the one place she always takes Juri to, is the beach because it reminds her the ONE time she got trapped in Okinawa thanks to a certain Omegamon asking for her help to defeat Mephismon and how she was able to go back thanks to Kyuubimon that miraculously, knew how to swim. When Juri asked why she didn't asked for Jian and Takato's help (or Minami's), she said it was very embarrassing to owe money and favors; but she keeps in mind that if she ever finds this Omegamon again, she will have a few things to say.

I've already said this but, she collects the new Digica, overall Renamon evo line cards. She also collects Digimon plushies. V-mon and Tailmon being among her favs (me? pushing my biases? Noooooo of course noooooo).

Ryou will often try to get in touch and get her to compete in Digica tournaments; Ruki refuses saying she will only do it if the fate of the world and Digital World are at stake, never for fun; only in private and with friends (those friends being Hirokazu, Kenta and Ryou who are the only other nerds to get cards).

She's in good terms with Ryou to be honest; they have a good relationship and he already apologized for forgetting about her when they were kids. Ruki still doesn't knows why she can't hold that grudge anymore but she considers him a good friend so when Jian or Juri don't have time, she will chat with Ryou and share their problems. Their fav subject is sharing their adventures before meeting each other and new booster packs of the Digica or discussing the new Digis designs.

Speaking of new Digis, she likes Diarbbitmon and is gay for Cendrillmon.

Also speaking of Digica, there was one time when Shaochung was eager to learn but Jian ain't teaching her for whatever reason so she went to Ruki who, happily showed how to play. They are in very good terms, even Shaochung would often brag with her friends and classmates how she knows the Digimon Queen (and motocross pro) Makino Ruki. She keeps calling her "Ruki onee-chan" btw.

She would be on good terms with Takato if only he would have stuck around instead of disappearing xD so she holds a grudge towards him for "abandoning" Juri; this is the main reason Ruki will try to spend time with Juri the most she can. Who knows, maybe she can wooo her ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Speaking of Juri, I think Ruki realized she liked her when they were teens but out of respect for Takato she stayed quiet, for YEARS. Also Juri secretly collected Ruki's photos from her modeling days (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I know that for the sake of the CD dramas, Ori-san had to do her usual "Ruki" voice, but I actually picture Ruki having a different Ori-san voice, something between Riza (FMA Brotherhood) and Manami (Digimon Ghost Game).

I think that's all I have for now XD I hope you have fun reading? Also, since I don't have anything new to post (still can't use Glaze and don't even talk about Nighshade) here have a blurry preview of your prompt hehe.

#asks #stray-cerberus #28ruki #digimon tamers #makino ruki #I had fun typing this wth xDD #thank you bud #now if you excuse me I'm gonna queue this too and try to keep working on your prompt because now I'm motivated uwu #come get your juruki crumbs people #also you forced me to try and do an adult Juri and I have no idea what to do with her hair ahfdjdilhgdfjks herpes me

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F1 Kidscast

The F1 Kids broadcast returns in 2024 for the Bahrain, Monaco, British, Dutch, Singapore, Brazil, and Abu Dhabi GPs! People have been talking about it, mainly as a joke, but it's genuinely a fun watch.

The main difference is different commentators (depending on where/how you watch it) and more colourful, fun graphics (of the drivers, fun facts, team radios, etc etc). There's also simplified explanations which might seem like basic knowledge, but do remember it's made for kids.

It broadcasts via:

Supersport (Africa)

BeIN Sports (Asia, Middle East & North Africa, Turkey)

Foxtel/Kayo/Fox sports (Australia)

Fox sports (Mexico)

Bell Media (Canada)

Viaplay (Denmark, Finland, Norway, Sweden, Netherlands, Poland, Iceland)

ANT1+ (Greece)

ESPN (Latin America, the Caribbean, USA)

Sky Sports (UK)

K+ (Vietnam)

#f1 #formula one #f1 kidscast #bahrain gp 2024 #guides

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Whipple. I want to start watching NASCAR but I have no cable or any kind of sports streaming service. We're not really a sports family. D8 Can I see anything on Youtube or whatnot? (I recently listened to my NASCAR fan uncle explain the mechanics of a race and I was surprised my attention stayed and I fully understood what he was saying. 😂 That's gotta mean something.)

I am always in favor of people getting into NASCAR! This coming weekend is the first week of the 2023 Playoffs Season, so no time like the present, I say!

NASCAR Classics

As this year is the 75th anniversary of NASCAR, they just opened up a massive library of archived race footage, with what they believe are the Top 75 Races of all time pulled out and highlighted.

YouTube Full Race Replays

Pretty quickly after the race (I want to say the day after), NASCAR puts the full replay up on their YouTube channel. These are kind of hard to follow because they're raw camera footage and don't include any of the graphics (displaying the running order, for example), but is also a great resource. They take the commercials out, though, so you get to see what the cameras were looking at while the TV was playing Wendy's ads!

Live, Real-Time Race Broadcasts

Live, real-time race broadcasts are hosted across a variety of networks. The first half of the season airs on Fox and FS1, and the second half on NBC and USA. Personally, I access it through a SlingTV subscription that I've made the decision to pay for, though if it didn't cost $30 more per month I think paying for Hulu Live TV would be better.

MRN (the Motor Racing Network) also streams (for free!!) live radio play-by-play for races, which you can access in a number of ways, among them the NASCAR.Com website, the NASCAR app, and probably MRN's own website as well. You won't get the picture, but the MRN announcers and commentators are EXTREMELY good at what they do, and generally agreed to offer much better race commentary than what's on TV, even if it doesn't come with a visual. There are people who watch the race on mute with the MRN coverage playing instead!

Supplementary Media

Fox and NBC both host regular weekday NASCAR TV programming (talking about the season, drivers, etc.), and they upload the audio of these shows up as Podcasts for free. If you're interested in learning more about how racing gets talked about, and the personalities that shape it, this is a great free option, as well!

Fox creates a "Radioactive" segment every Tuesday that they put up on YouTube that offers race highlights and snippets of team radio during the race--these are a great recap of a race and can often be pretty colorful/entertaining/even iconic.

NASCAR has a surprising number of really solid journalists, who produce both paid and free content online. Matt Weaver, Jeff Gluck, Aaron Bearden, Dustin Long, and Nate Ryan are all solid reporters, and refreshing voices in the face of a lot of clickbait and uh, poor journalism. XD

She's not officially a NASCAR journalist--she is a regular journalist who likes NASCAR--but Matt Weaver's partner, Cassie Fambro, also tends to be a solid source of NASCAR commentary on Twitter.

Definitely feel free to drop by and talk about things you're enjoying, ask any questions you might have, react, etc.!! Welcome to NASCAR!

#and i'll say that as with all media there are ways of finding other streams online #asks #real racing

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Bronny James Fully Cleared For USC Basketball Return, LeBron James Reveals He Will Skip Lakers Game To Attend

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'Hollywood Is on Strike Against High-Tech Exploitation' - by Alex N. Press

"LOS ANGELES — Before she appeared on HBO’s White House Plumbers and Fox’s New Girl, Stevie Nelson hosted a television show on Nickelodeon. On Crashletes, she and her cohosts, along with an audience of kids, reacted to viral videos of people failing at sports. The production ran for three seasons, wrapping at the end of 2020 with a total of sixty episodes.

Nelson worries that soon, a studio could use that body of work to train artificial intelligence (AI) to create a likeness of her to be used in perpetuity: a digital Stevie Nelson, doing things that she has never done, saying things that she has never said, yet indistinguishable from the real Stevie Nelson, based on her past on-screen work.

“There’s enough footage of me that they could technically have me host other shows for the rest of my life without ever having done it, and I’m sure I would not be fairly compensated for it,” said Nelson. “The idea of not a real person hosting shows is scary. The magic of acting, and of hosting, is its impromptu nature. I can’t imagine how soulless it all would be to replace it with AI.”

Nelson and I were speaking on Monday, July 17, a few feet from the picket line outside of Netflix’s corporate office in Los Angeles. She’s a member of the Screen Actors Guild–American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG-AFTRA), one of 160,000 such members who were then on their second day of a nationwide strike. In walking out, the performers joined roughly 11,500 members of the Writers Guild of America (WGA), who have been on strike since May 2. The last such double strike was in 1960, when Ronald Reagan was SAG’s president.

Unlike less accessible studios in the Los Angeles area — the standout being NBC Universal, which currently lacks pedestrian walkways and shade thanks to studio machinations — Netflix is in the heart of Hollywood. On Monday, morale was high: hundreds of union members picketed while music that sampled news coverage of the strike blasted from stereos and union staff supplied workers with beverages, snacks, and sunscreen as the temperatures soared above 90 degrees.

Nelson’s fears that an avatar of herself will host television shows indefinitely in a digital purgatory might sound far-fetched, an idea more fit for a Black Mirror script than the real world, but such a possibility is central to what is now the largest strike in the United States. In negotiations with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) for a new three-year TV/theatrical contract, SAG-AFTRA is seeking to regulate the use of AI to protect performers like her.

Writers want to regulate the usage of AI in their own negotiations with the studios, but the technology poses an even more immediate threat to performers. SAG-AFTRA proposed provisions that would require the studios to get informed consent from a performer before using her likeness and fairly compensate her for that use. They also offered proposals concerning the use of generative AI for training purposes.

The AMPTP didn’t agree. While the organization called its AI counterproposal “unprecedented,” SAG-AFTRA’s national executive director and chief negotiator Duncan Crabtree-Ireland characterized the studios’ offer as unacceptable.

“In this ‘groundbreaking’ AI proposal that they gave us yesterday, they proposed that our background performers should be able to be scanned, get one day’s pay, and their companies should own that scan, their image, their likeness, and should be able to use it for the rest of eternity on any project they want, with no consent and no compensation,” said Crabtree-Ireland at a press conference on Friday, July 15, announcing that the union’s board of directors had voted unanimously to call a strike. “If you think that’s a groundbreaking proposal, I suggest you think again.”

“The companies have responded to a number of the proposals we put on the table, but the problem is that the devil is in the details,” explained Crabtree-Ireland on The Town, a podcast about the entertainment industry. “We had reached some agreement on there being a requirement for consent but from our point of view, it has to be informed consent. Consent is not a boilerplate provision at the time you’re first hired on a project that says, ‘The company can create a digital replica of you and use it for whatever purpose they want, forever.’”

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#sag-aftra strike #sag strike #ai #union solidarity #current events #actors strike #fans4wga #wga strong #wga strike #writers strike

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Claudia Angela Jordan (born April 12, 1973) is a talk show host, actress, model, businesswoman, and reality television and radio personality. She is known for appearing as a model on the US version of Deal or No Deal and The Price Is Right, and for competing on seasons 2 of Celebrity Apprentice. She appeared on The Real Housewives of Atlanta for its seventh season.

She was asked to return to compete on the All-Star version of Celebrity Apprentice. She was hired by the Apprentice host to co-host the Miss Universe 2009 pageant from the Bahamas. Her first hosting job was for Fox Sports West as a red carpet correspondent for 54321 and appeared on The Best Damn Sports Show Period. She then went on E! and The Style Network as the co-host of The Modern Girl’s Guide to Life for two seasons. After that, she was asked to join BET’s late-night sports show Ballers. She was a stand-out on the satellite radio show The Foxxhole, which gave her her weekly show on Sirius/XM Radio on The Foxxhole, called “The Claudia Jordan Show”. She co-hosted “Reach Around Radio”. She was a co-host on Tameka Cottle’s talk show Tiny’s Tonight. The television pilot aired in December 2012 on VH1. She hosted the travel show for AT&T called The Summer of Adventure. She was a co-host on the nationally syndicated Rickey Smiley Morning Show. She often appears as a contributor on CNN and HLN. She went on to star in TV One’s The Next 15 and lead her morning show in Dallas, The Morning Rush, which was the top-rated R&B Morning Show in Dallas. She hosts two talk shows on Fox Soul: Cocktails with Queens and Tea G-I-F. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Don’t think of Jean and Kevin as Favourite Person by Peach PRC. Don’t think of Jean listening to it and thinking of Kevin every single time.

“And I see your name in every number plate. I tried to erase your face but you’re there everyday.”

Jean couldn’t escape Kevin even if he wanted to. This was Kevin Day, the son of Exy. The former Raven turned Fox overnight. Kevin was everywhere and he knows deep down that even if he wasn’t, Jean would see him in everything anyways.

“You’re my favourite person, I have created a version that hurts less. I had to tell myself you’re toxic, better off ‘cause you’re the problem. Really I just couldn’t take it being hated by my favourite person.”

Over time it gets easier to hate Kevin. Between the Raven’s echoes of Kevin being a traitor and Jean’s own insecurity in being left behind it’s easy to weave a whole new identity for the Kevin he had fallen in love with. The Kevin he had fallen in love with never existed, he was simply a figment of Jean’s desperation. He couldn’t stand the idea of being hated by his Kevin but what if his Kevin never existed? What if it was all an elaborate lie? Jean chose to believe that as reality. After all, it was easier to create a monster than to stay in love with someone who abandoned you out of necessity. Deep down Jean know’s this isn’t the truth, he still loves Kevin and he knows Kevin loved him back, but it’s the survival of the fittest and Jean would never survive if he didn’t villainize Kevin as quickly as possible.

“I hate that I’ll never stop thinking that we’re still home growing up.”

Edgar Allan was the closest thing Jean and Kevin could ever consider “home”. The place was cold and unwelcoming and constantly felt uninhabited despite the amount of people who resided there but it was the only place the boys could call home. They grew up together there. Struggled together there. It haunts Jean that he wakes up every day still expecting Kevin to be there with him.

“I’m starting to lose all hope of ever letting go.”

Years pass, Jean moves onto the Trojans and begins a life he never thought he’d live to see. Slowly he changes and adapts and grows. He starts to feel things he didn’t think he was capable of feeling. He has a family, one that doesn’t expect him to hurt and call it love. But still he finds himself thinking of Kevin. Kevin is still everywhere, still making the news and sweeping the Exy world by storm. He’s in advertisements and sports store windows and on the radio. Jean doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let go. Time heals most wounds but it will never heal the hole Kevin left inside of him.

“And if the world was ending I know I’d be spending my last day pretending we were fine.”

When things get especially bad and none of his newly learned coping methods help, Jean allows himself to pretend. He locks himself in his room, pulls his knees to his chest and closes his eyes. He lets himself believe that he left with Kevin. Let’s himself believe that Kevin wanted him enough to take him along to the foxes. He thinks of what life would be like if he had become a fox too, he would still be beside Kevin. He would still be on the receiving end of Kevin’s love. On the hardest days he allows himself to believe that him and Kevin are fine. He’ll never admit it to anyone but Kevin will remain Jean’s lifeboat until the day he dies.

“And when we both grow old with families of our own, I’ll probably always go back in my mind.”

Jean allows himself to fall in love again. He lets himself open up and takes the chance of being left behind once again. He falls in love and entertains the idea of having a family, one he would never let go of. One he would protect with his life. Jean has all this yet his mind still wanders back to Kevin. He knows he’ll never fully be over him, his love for Kevin was infinite and despite the fact that he’s well past moving on and has already fallen in love again, he’ll never rid himself of Kevin. When they fell in love they made a soul pact and while Jean can give someone else his heart, his soul will always belong to Kevin. He never had a chance in hell of ever giving it to someone else and over time he’s become content with that.

#back on my sad Kevjean bs #also my bpd Jean hc #kevin day #jean moreau #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #the kings men #the raven king

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conversation (can't argue balls and strikes you know)

“Can’t believe you’ve got signal out here.”

set to a decently quiet volume, the radio’s announcing the play by play of the day’s game. california angels at the baltimore orioles. two on, no outs, bottom of the second. here’s the pitch:

“I couldn’t listen back on base.” he’s just lying in the shade, eyes closed, relaxing. when was the last time snake’s caught him back here in anything other than a bloodied heap? “All the boys’d swarm me.”

he has to admit, it’s an odd scene. where’d he get the radio anyway? sports? the thought of fox possibly having actual interests and hobbies outside of fighting and war is… strange. like when you learn your teacher has a life outside of the classroom. it makes sense—it has to; still, it’s not something you really bother to think about. “Baseball?” he makes the decision to sit by fox with his limited free time.

hit to deep right field, but caught by hayes. milligan tagging, the throw is…

ah, he smiles. not his usual fox-sharp grin, but just… a smile. even weirder, arguably. “Yeah. Nothing else’s playing here this time of year.” hockey and basketball playoffs, sure, but neither had local coverage. anything smaller was subject to the same issue: nothing within range.

“Huh.” fair enough. the implication that he’d listen to more than just this speaks for itself too. “Didn’t know you liked sports.”

“Who doesn’t?” a lot of people, actually. but more of them tend to like sports. it’s an easy way to integrate with others. socialize. naomi’s never been too into sports, but similarly, she understands why he bothers with it. all for show. “America’s pastime, right?”

groundball to short, the throw is…

he watches fox nod in his lull. “Guess so.” but playing sports is one thing. tracking it is another. but that begs another question… “You listen often?”

the answer? “When I can.” truth enough, all things considered. that ‘when’ just happens to be… less than one would likely expect from someone interested in all that. after all, this is only snake’s first time catching him back here with the radio on. it has to be something unusual. “First game I’ve caught all season though.”

yeah. he could guess, from what he knew. “Boss been keeping you busy?” sometimes, he wasn’t sure what it was fox did on base, but at his rank, it was probably enough to keep him busy. (enough that he hasn’t seen fox around back here for a while in the first place—a good thing, maybe, considering most other circumstances).

“Something like that.” a vague non-response. nothing out of the ordinary, surely, even for fox. the less that’s said, the less room for error, filling in the space of time he’s unfamiliar with.

one ‘n two, no outs, the pitch:

oh, it’s the next inning already. “I hear Milacki’s been struggling this year. That’s too bad.”

“Thought you didn’t catch this season yet?”

he waves a hand dismissively, still not so much as opening his eyes to see who it even is. the voice is recognizable enough—he isn’t worried. “I keep up with the news.” (you aren’t gonna see her on there, you know. doesn’t hurt to keep looking, right?)

huh. “That’s what you’ve been getting in the mail?” there’s a level of amusement to the thought. something that’s commonly so prized by soldiers, turning out to just be the most recent bit of sports news.

he smiles at the statement. “Yeah. She’ll pack it in with her other letters for me, for whenever I head back.” not a grin. a smile. fondness.

“She?” his mind jumps first to the obvious. “Didn’t know you had a girl.” or that he’d mention her. a sign of trust?

grounded to second. the throw to first is…

it isn’t that he doesn’t. didn’t. (oh, quit whining. you knew it was going to happen. you knew it had to happen. not like it’s your fault. or your choice. face it, you couldn’t have stopped it from happening anyway). no point in thinking about her now. “Sister, actually.” pointed out in a certain someone’s favor. can’t give snake the wrong idea, now can we. (snake. right. you know… can it).

“She’s…” ah, now he finally peeks an eye open. not that it’d help him—he isn’t great at guessing ages. “How old are you, anyway?”

“24.” a lie. he says is enough to practically believe it.

frank doesn’t question it. “You’re only a couple years older than she is, then.”

he holds up a hand in pause. hit hard, down the right field line, that’s a fair ball!

again, he nods as he closes his eyes. satisfied with the outcome, it seems. “She’s graduating high school next year.”

he can’t comment that 24 is more than a couple years off from what, 17? 18? not when he, in actuality, is only a few years older than she is. maybe fox just saw through his lie and is trying to be nice about it. (would he be nice about it? snake would have guessed he’d be teasing him about trying to act older than he is). then again, this whole… interaction is weird. “High school, huh? Pretty big age gap.”

grounded to short and he throws to first. devereaux scores, and it’s 2 ‘n 2.

“Adopted.” his shorthand explanation. “She was a…” a frown now. another expression that’s so rare for him. he takes a second, before responding. “war…” looking for the word for it. “refugee.” there. he thinks that’s right.

hm. he takes his time to respond in turn. even with the time passing them by, it’s nice to pretend they aren’t always in a rush. aren’t always up against a deadline. “Getting caught up in everything as a kid… Can’t be easy.”

that’s the worst part of it all, isn’t it. innocents caught in the crossfire of peoples and nations who’ve forgotten about the weight, the cost of a human life. a wry irony, maybe. but what else is he good for? he could say the same of fox (what is he fighting for?) “She doing ok?” in spite of it all?

popped up high, finley’s off the mound… battling the sun… but he makes the catch.

“Yeah.” well, “I think so, anyway.” he sounds unconcerned, at the very least. “She’s always been good about looking after herself.”

[she never makes a fuss. never makes herself a problem. for all she wants to scream and shout, she doesn’t dare make a noise. she doesn’t want to get left behind by the only person she’s ever had. so please, just make sure you come back home.]

he doesn’t like to think about how she’s doing beyond that. he’s afraid of it, of knowing. of letting the guilt consume him. that for all he tries to look after her, to make things up, it will never be enough. it claws at him from the inside, tearing at his lungs at his ribs at his bones. (his hand starts tapping at the earth below him. twitching. keep to the beat or you’ll fall out of time.)

that one misses high, 3 ‘n oh, the count.

“I’ve still got eyes on her just in case, but she’s usually doing alright.” maybe that means he raised her right. got her headed on the education track to make her own future. (bright like a star, just don’t burn out on me.)

and milligan draws a four-ball walk.

“Oh, by the way…” he starts. trails off.

snake looks down at where he’s lying. at his expression of otherwise peace, interrupted by the sound of the radio and the tapping of the ground. “Huh?”

“I…” don’t get him involved. haven’t you said enough. “Never mind, don’t worry about it.” he’s already too involved, you know. or really, we are. minimize the damages—why do you always get so attached?

he just comes off as shy. imagine that. gray fox. shy about what, asking for a favor? “You sure?”

tap, tap. thinking, it seems. only so much as the tapping slows.

(baseball? nothing else is live. come on, keep up.)

a hand wave. dismissive. “Just let me know if the Boss comes looking for me, will ya?”

a flyball to deep right-center field… félix goes back on the warning track… and he’ll make the catch. inning over, the score is tied at 2 in the bottom of the third against the california angels here on the orioles radio network.

“He doesn’t know you’re back here?”

ah, his lip curls up now. more familiar an expression on his scarred face. so short-lived is his passive enjoyment—the letter sits hidden beneath a stack of other books and papers. for better or for worse. “Nah, he does.” fox cracks an eye open, piercing in watch at he looks to snake. his grin belies the tumult which brought him here to begin with. “Could always use the warning though.”

more typical for his kind of banter. “Right.” maybe he was just feeling sentimental. it’s nice to see, though, that even he has someone he cares about. someone to fight for back home.

(for the love of the sport, don’t be a fool. catch me at a better time—nothing else is on but baseball right now anyway. the dirt- i know. you know, when they slide…)

well, he’s better off listening anyway.

#self #vivi writing #BTW GOING TO ADD A RLY FUNNY SCREENSHOT TO A SEPARATE POST FOR THIS.#i wasnt going to post this actually. but for u dave. enjoy this mess its NOT GOOD i just like making them talk

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