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genderful-ghoul · 2 years ago

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Mountain’s Room Headcanons

When answering @forlorn-crows ask for Mountain headcanons, I dug deep into my headcanons for Mountain’s room. I was surprised by how much content I had shoved in my brain space, so I decided to make a post with the entirety of my headcanons for Mounty’s room and how he interacts with it.

Mountain’s room is basically an apothecary. Drawers, shelves, and desks filled with his expansive herb collection (most of the herbs are from plants he nurtures in the gardens). If anyone develops an ailment and needs miracle herbs, Mountain runs off to his room to start grinding up a loose tea. And he just knows herb properties off the top of his head. His mind is like a grimoire. Ask anyone else for some Sleepy-Time Tea and you might feel drowsy within half an hour of drinking it. But ask Mountain to blend it for you, and you’re quickly out for a well rested sleep and an (intentional) added bonus of sweet dreams.

Mountain doesn’t like to have ghouls in his room when he’s not there. A bit of the reason is that he doesn’t want ghouls fiddling with his herbs, but it’s mostly that he’s more of a solitary ghoul and wants to keep his personal space private. Mountain chose the room furthest down in the hallway (…ghallway…). His room is a very cozy place to just peacefully exist in, but he prefers to chill with one ghoul at a time in his room. It keeps that solitary vibe just right. He also is a very sentimental ghoul, and enjoys having one-on-one time with his ghoulfriends.

Mountain sort of has one of those tapestry rooms, but not to the degree of Swiss’s room. He has a tapestry or two that create the illusion of a curtain lining the head of his bed and side closest to the door. His bedside table has a nice lamp and is probably littered with misplaced herbs and trinkets. The first drawer has herbal products for sleep that he can easily access. The second drawer has books and I’m not sure what else. The bottom drawer is more of a junk drawer, with physical aids like massaging tools and some items for sexual activities, which he uses on occasion (I think Mountain is on the ace spectrum). He needs a lot of storage for his herbs and tools. He uses his dresser to store herbs, so all of his clothes must fit in the wardrobe. Sacrifices must be made. Who needs clothes when you have herbs? He likes wood floors with some rugs. I think not having carpeting in your bedroom is a sin (/neg /hj), but Mountain likes the wood in his space, and it makes herbology messes a little less of a disaster.

Mountain (usually) is happy to give herbs from his personal collection to ghouls who need it.

Mountain has a separate stash of definitively sterile smokable herbs to make sure that everyone is using safely. He monitors herb use to make sure that everyone is staying safe, even if ghouls can’t really overdose.

Mountain is a meditator. He likes to sit in his room and absorb the plants and herbs that surround his room. His favourite method of meditating is tending to his plants. Secondly comes working with herbs, and third is the classic sitting quietly.

Mountain likes spells with herbs. Even though he’s probably the most balanced and in-tune ghoul, he prefers to perform physical spells. His love language is making herb bag/satchel spells. Ghouls can only (and only want to) perform spells for another person with their consent, so if Mountain wants to perform a spell for you, he’ll catch you about your daily activities and politely ask if he can do a spell for the issue you’re dealing with. Mountain gets excited when he sees a problem area he can help with. If you agree to let him do a spell, he’ll hurry back to his room, already thinking about what herbs to grab.

Mountain’s room is cozy. The perfect temperature so that whatever you’re wearing, you won’t be too hot or too cold. Mountain sometimes sleeps above the covers. Maybe it’s because he’s a bit of a cat.

Mountain sticks his hands in the dirt of his potted plants when he can’t go outside.

Mounty cuddles with his plants. If they’re ever having a not-awesome day, he’ll lay down with them, curl his arm(s) or tail around the pot, and take a nap.

He likes to run little simmer pots in the evening. He takes his peaceful time collecting which herbs he’s going to use and setting up the pot. Happily lighting it and then laying on his bed to read or meditate. He sometimes plays some soft music. The mood and atmosphere of the room can vary from night to night, but his lamps and/or fairy lights are always a constant during Simmer Pot Hour. Mountain could hypothetically have the ability to magically snuff the flame or refill the water if he was too lazy (/neu) to get up and tend to the pot. Sometimes a ghoulfriend is allowed to stay the night in Mountain’s room and gets to experience Simmer Pot Hour.

Makes his own everything. Oils, tinctures, teas, incenses… He even collaborates with clergy members to make natural soaps and bath salts. He uses the things he makes. Everyone does; the abbey is pretty self sustaining. You’ll find Mountain burning his incenses in his room with the door closed as he lays purring on his bed (maybe with a plant or a pillow to cuddle).

Mountain’s room is a very cozy place to chill. It’s always a good night in Mountain’s room. 😊

This got very long. Thanks for reading! I’m trying to make concept art of Mountain’s room so I can give you a better idea of it.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #ghoulfriends #headcanons #Mountain Monday #Mountain March #headcanon #headcannons

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hannahxinterrupted · 2 months ago

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👥 Aggie

Shes been very protective of Aggie in regard to her career. Hannah knows that women of talent like themselves attract leeches. People who want to take their money and accolades because they’re not interesting enough to make it on their own. Hannah spent a lot of time at Aggie’s side shooting icy glares and loud “she’s not interested”s at would be predators trying to take advantage of the up and coming dancer. She told Aggie what to watch out for, to always vet the people she was trusting. Aggie was blooming into something beautiful and Hannah didn’t want to see someone trim her from the branch.

Absolutely loved to face time with her when she was away. Hannah has little to no filter so Aggie was frequently getting stories about how the yogurt she’d had for breakfast had given her gas in front of a cute stranger or that she’d had the best orgasm of her life last night and has Aggie ever read Karma Sutra because Hannah’s going to send her a copy and make a note of all the positions she recommends.

Spa dates were a must. Massage, facial, mud wrap, the whole package. Hannah figured Aggie desperately needed it after what she was putting her body through on a regular basis. Sometimes Hannah would catch wind of something a little less conventional; acupuncture, bee stings, blood facials. Aggie usually steered clear of those.

If she missed a performance Hannah gets a video copy. Aggie is her muse—it’s a must. The paintings she’s done inspired by Aggie aren’t limited to a ballet theme. There’s a lot of abstract work, the feelings that her dancing evokes. Those had been some of Hannah’s most popular pieces. One even payed off the last of her student loans.

@aggieturner

#Aggie #meme monday #ask #headcannon

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jinisnuggets · 4 months ago

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Forgive me for not uploading anything recently, I've been kinda sick recently and haven't really had much motivation. I'll try to be back starting next week. For now please vote

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heyyallitssatan · 1 year ago

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I want to procrastinate doing anything productive or useful to my to do list becuase everything on there sucks

So have more poly bakusquad headcanons

Naps

Bakugou: he doesn’t nap, he has a strict sleep schedule that he will not ruin, and he doesn’t get tired until bedtime and naturally wakes up at 430 every morning for the sake of running, of course

Kirishima: he’s a lot like bakugou, has a sleep schedule that he mostly keeps, even then, not really one for naps

Kaminari: he crashes, whenever they run out of that seemingly boundless energy, he’ll promptly crash on the nearest person, and she’s done for at least a few hours, but they’ll intentionally nap occasionally after a bad whey mode, it’s mentally taxing to be in whey mode, even if it’s the bodies recovery method, so laying down and sleeping off some of that sparking soreness and mental drain

Sero: likes to take relaxing afternoon hammock naps when they’re stressed, just hangs up the hammock and naps until someone says it’s dinner time

Mina: naps aren’t her favourite self care, and she really doesn’t take them, too boring to just lay there and try to sleep

Jirou: not really one for naps just cause of how sound sensitive they are, it’s hard enough to sleep when everyone else is relatively quiet, let alone awake and bustling around, but she definitely appreciates a quiet nap since she gets so little deep sleep

Shinsou: napper, but not in a casual way, in a ‘stay awake for five days straight then crash and sleep for sixteen hours’, but he’s also a cat, so like, if he flops on you to sleep, you cannot wake him

Bonus:

None of these prior rules apply on Nap day. Nap day is a very special day they have once a month where the whole bakusquad just lays down and naps, even Denki with his never ending energy gets a partner weighted blanket that puts them right to sleep, Hanta gives up their hammock for a day in favour of laying on a pillow/blanket pile on the floor, Katsuki and Ejirou give up their perfect sleep schedules for a night, Mina lays down, and known night owls Kyouka and Hitoshi will lay down and sleep just like that no matter how recently they got some sleep.

When living in the dorms all of class 1A promptly made themselves scarce for the afternoon so they could sleep peacefully for a few hours at the behest of a certain katsuki bakugou, who had asked (read yelled at) them to all get out on that day cause if they were all making noise Jirou would never be able to fall asleep.

The whole class just thinks that’s so nice and cute they happily get out

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thefallennightmare · 9 months ago

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I need some smutty smut content with Noah, maybe some good bye sex since he's away for tour now?

SMUT BELOW THE BELT!

This sex that you two share the night before Noah leaves is slow and sensual.

He wants to make sure he remembers how you feel clenching around his cock.

"Shit, angel." His teeth bit down on your nipple. "You feel so good. I'm going to miss you."

"Noah," you moaned when his cock slowly slipped out of you before filling you up again.

Your knees were pushed to your chest, giving Noah a deeper angle, and it was making your head spin and spine ignite with fire.

"I need something to remember you," he grunted while halting his slow pace to reach over the bed for his phone.

Your cheeks burned, knowing what he was going to do. The two of you had made plenty of X-rated pictures and videos to watch when apart.

With one hand he spread your legs wider and the other held his phone, recording a video.

"The most prettiest pussy," he praised before increasing his pace.

The head of his cock always hit that perfect spot inside of you that had you crying out in euphoric pleasure.

"Touch yourself, angel," he smacked your thigh.

Your fingers found your clit to work in fast circles while Noah continued to slam into you, his pace unruly now. He wasn't letting up, no matter how loud you cried; cried for more.

His phone was positioned perfectly in the space between your bodies where you were connected. Your orgasm washed over the both of you, soaking his cock, right before he pulled out of you to shoot his warm cum all over your pussy and stomach.

"I'll be using this for future use while I'm gone," he kissed your lips.

You lazily tapped his cheek. "You better send me something to miss while you're gone."

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #headcannon monday #noah sebastian headcannon #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years ago

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Not to be a slut but... letting him suck on your tits when he starts to tear up

No no, be a slut.

I feel like he would do that when he's especially tired and exhausted. If Justin's day just seemed to go on and on and on and on and on with no end in sight. He would be trying not to cry on the drive home, he would be tearing up the moment he saw you, and then the moment he felt your warm skin on his????? He's nearly sobbing with relief. Justin tends to get overwhelmed or overstimulated really easily and sometimes he just needs to cry about it, which helps him feel a lot better. He's a big crybaby. And we love that for him.

Sucking on your tits calms him down just as much as it could rile him up, but it depends on the situation. If he's had a long day, he's calming down. If he's having a good day, oh he's gonna have a good day, ifyaknowwhatimean.

#romantic murderer monday #murderer monday headcannon #murderer monday #murderer monday drabble fest #justin capshaw x fem!reader #justin capshaw x reader #justin capshaw smut #college!justin capshaw x reader #college!justin capshaw x fem!reader #college!au #college!justin chapshaw

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rainofthetwilight · 2 years ago

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im literally so glad more people are drawing lloyd with facial hair now after dragons rising..including me 💫

#i swear ninjago stole the facial hair idea from yasur or smth #shes the goddamn master of headcannons (that become real)#Ninjago #Ninjago lloyd #Ninjago dragons rising #Lloyd garmadon #levi's shitposts #also im sorry i couldnt post for sour patch sunday today my motiv is currently drained #i may post later tho but for some timezones it may be monday (like mine)

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writersdrug · 4 months ago

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omg you mind holy wow i love your brain i would never come to lobotomize you omgomg by god i need more bartender!simon you recently mention, maybe abt how they interact and develop? idk i really dont care what exactly you write, i js need any words from you abt bartender!simon

Hmmmmmm I have some headcannons!

You show up for work thirty minutes early because you're NOT risking losing this job.

Simon sometimes lets you bang on the back door for a few minutes, yelling for someone to let you in, until Soap gets tired of hearing it and opens the door. Simon finds it funny.

You think Simon is the owner of the pub until Price comes in one day with cash for your tip payout. You screamed as soon as you saw him walk in through the backdoor, thinking you were being robbed.

Simon barely managed to swing into the kitchen and grab you around the waist before you pummeled Price with an empty beer keg.

Price later told Simon he thought you were a perfect addition to the team.

You do your tips at the end of the bar every night as Simon polishes the glasses across from you. Lets you have one drink on the house.

First floor is the restaraunt/pub, second floor is the pantry/walk-in fridge/office where Price does money work, third floor is the studio apartment where Simon lives (Price discounted it for him).

When it's slow, you and Simon and Johnny all take a smoke break in the alley out back - you don't smoke, but you talk to them while they share a cig, complaining about customers together.

You bring it up to Simon that you've noticed how Johnny always comes to the front of house when Kyle brings the new kegs in, "Simon, need ya to check somethin' - ah, hey, Garrick!"

Simon scoffs at your revelation. "Jus' now seein' that?"

You live ten blocks away from the pub and ride your bike to work. Simon let's you stuff it in the alley for safekeeping.

If you're feeling especially sporty, you pop in your earbuds and take your skateboard. Simon nearly had the breath sucked from his soul when he saw you zipping by the window the first time.

You mop front of house because Simon hates it. Simon restocks the to go boxes because you can't reach the top shelf where the overflow sits.

You tried to pour a lager once when Simon was busier than usual. After watching you attempt it, he banned you from doing it ever again.

You enter Pino grigio in the POS as "peeno greeshio" and Simon hates it, but you love the way Soap cackles from the kitchen when he sees it.

Kyle sometimes sticks around to help you drag the new beer kegs up the stairs, and he shows you how to connect them to the taps.

You're constantly begging Price to set up a Karaoke machine in the corner of the bar. He says when you can afford it, you can buy it.

You broke the soda gun once; you and Soap were frantically filling container after container with tonic water while Simon was on his back under the bar, cursing and trying to turn the water off.

Monday mornings are deep-clean days, and everyone has to participate. You're all wearing sweats and bleach-stained shirts, pulling out the stove, sweeping behind the kegs, dragging the mats into the alley to clean them, emptying the fridge and scrubbing the entire thing.

Simon doesn't like to think too much about how hot you look in your sweatpants, ratty t shirt, and sweaty, flushed skin when you're exerting yourself.

You're constantly thinking about how those sweatpants hug his hips, those muscles in his arms flexing, and the grunts he makes when he's shoving the stove back into its place.

Simon gives you full permission to return any nasty attitude the customers dish at you.

After you go home for the night, Simon often finds himself lying on his bed, one arm behind his head and the other hand on his chest, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day - and they're all centered around you

#bartender ghost #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty #ghost headcanons

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notsopersonalcharlie · 7 months ago

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My Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader fluff

Bucky is part owner of a mechanic shop and bar, but his girlfriend is the one who rakes in the big bucks, so who's to judge him (his friends) if he's just a little (very) whipped for her.

Notes: Based on this post and this post! In my own personal headcannon readers name is Noelle, which explains the nickname bell(e) lol. There will CERTAINLY be more installments of this story. Gif isn't mine

You muttered under your breath as you pulled your work shoes off your stockinged feet. There were runs at the toes because you were too lazy last night to cut your toenails. Too lazy and distracted by a certain biker coming home. The same biker who was waiting outside, who had kindly turned off the idling engine, but still waited on the sidewalk patiently holding an extra helmet.

Bucky looked down at his phone. The Howling Commando group chat was blowing up about some sports game and Bucky turned the notifications off before making sure you hadn’t messaged. You hadn’t. He checked your location, you were inside the building in front of him. He checked the texts again and then put his phone in his pocket. Staring at it won’t help, is what you would say. What did you know? Everything, Bucky thought to himself. Sam would have laughed in his face if he could hear the inner monologue.

“See ya monday!” Your team's receptionist called.

“Not a moment sooner!” You quipped back over your shoulder as you pushed open the glass double doors. All six feet and a bit of your biker were waiting on the sidewalk, tattoos peeking out at the neck and along the wrists speaking of one of your favorite features of his.

“Hi Buck!” He looked up and a grin split his usually stoic face.

“There’s my girl.” Two long strides and you were wrapped up in his arms, a warm kiss pressed hard to your lips. Bucky spun you in a circle.

“I missed you, belle.”

“I missed you too, Buck.” Anyone would have thought you hadn’t seen each other in days, but Bucky had stopped by only a few hours before to drop off your lunch.

“You’re not getting on the bike like that, honey.” You rolled your eyes, setting down your bags.

“I know, I forgot to grab my overpants this morning. Do you have extras?” Of course he did, you knew that, but it was the sweet pout and big eyes just for him. You knew he loved to take care of you, so if you “forgot” the pants, maybe it was just because he liked to know he was always prepared.

“Of course I do.” He waited as you slid the cargo looking pants up over your work bottoms. He stored your bags away as you did, and then sat down on the bike, making sure your helmet, the black one with muted flowers sprouting along the edges that he bought especially for you, was secure on your head.

You slid onto the bike behind Bucky, taking a deep breath of the mechanics grease and sweat smell that always seemed to live on his biking jacket, before snapping your visor shut. Bucky couldn’t help the way his heart leapt a little like always when you wrapped his arms around his middle and rested the chin of your helmet against the middle of his back. Two squeezes to check that you was ready or okay, two back to tell him you was good to go. Three squeezes to say I love you, four back to say I love you too.

Bucky started the bike and took off back toward the little house they shared just two blocks down from the Howling Commando. You watched the scenery passively, relying on Bucky’s expert riding to get you home safe. You was so glad it was the weekend. Work had been busy, all week you had found yourself calling Bucky, letting him know that you had to stay late, that you would call a rideshare home so he didn’t have to come. Of course every night by the time you were ready to go, Bucky was sitting outside, leaning against his bike. The only day he wasn’t, it was because he had to drive a few towns over that afternoon to pick up a special part for your car.

Instead Steve had been waiting with his own motorcycle, grinning ear to ear as he recited precisely the text Bucky had sent to make sure you was dressed properly and your helmet was on correctly.

“You know he has never, since childhood, through the service, after, never once, acting like this with a girl.” You just rolled your eyes, followed the instructions as you always did, and sat on the back of Steve’s bike and let him drop you off right in front of the white picket fence Bucky had insisted he would build when you first moved in.

“You there, belle?” You blinked and found that they had already gotten home.

“Yeah, just... thinking.” You slid off the bike, gravel driveway crunching under your feet. Bucky pulled your helmet off your head and his blue eyes were intent on your expression, his adorable little pout on his lips.

“What’s up?” You took the helmet from his hands, setting it on the bike before pulling his gloves off his fingers and then intertwining your fingers together.

“I love our life, Buck.”

“I love our life too.” He looked worried, the little crease between his eyebrows so endearing as always. You lifted one hand to rub your thumb to the spot, eliciting a smile from him.

“That’s all, baby. I want to spend every day of my life with you.” The grin grew, and you found yourself lifted in the air again, and seated back on the bike. His sweet demeanor towards you and his friends made it easy to forget that Bucky was six feet tall and made entirely of muscle, even if he had built up a healthy bit of relationship chub since you started dating. Bucky kissed you, soft in the dying light of the evening.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, belle.” You stood like that for a long while, till the glow of the sun was barely left in the sky and the automatic yard lights had turned on.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Bucky asked. Sweet, as always, but it was the same thing you did every night.

“I can get changed and we can head over to the bar.” And as always, “Only if you want, honey.”

Bucky put your things away, dirty lunch containers in the dishwasher and bag beside your desk in the living room, while you got dressed. It felt like it was a fresh start to life when you pulled on comfy jeans and one of the well worn and soft shop t-shirts. You grabbed a sweatshirt, and then paused and got another one for Bucky, before heading back into the kitchen where Bucky was looking at his phone.

“Howling Commando, huh?” Bucky joked. You nodded with a grin, tossing him one of his gray Army sweatshirts.

“Only if you'll let me be one."

"You're already an honorary member," Bucky responded, pressing a kiss to your temple. You walked down the road less than a half mile hand in hand. The bar must have been getting busy on a Friday night, because you hadn’t even made it within view before you could hear the rowdy sounds of your friends and regulars. The front patio was full of folks, some spilling over into the front driveway of the shop.

“Oh! Can I check on my baby?” You asked, popping up on your toes to try to look into the tinted glass of the garage doors.

“I thought I was your baby!”

“She was my baby first,” you shot back, already heading for the side door between the bar and shop. Bucky tossed the keys to you.

“Do you want your usual?” He was already headed toward the front door of the bar.

“Mmm, how about whatever cocktail special Sam is whipping up today?” He nodded and you unlocked the door, pushing into the dark mechanics shop. The side door led right into the garage, as opposed to the neat front office, or at least Yelena liked to keep it neat, and you fumbled in the dark momentarily to find the lights. They were slow to warm up, but you started toward where your car had been sitting for a few weeks, inoperable while Bucky painstakingly replaced every piece of the engine to make sure it was as safe as possible for his girl.

Bucky walked in the front of the bar after saying hello to a handful of regulars and service buddies who still stopped by. Steve was leaning against the front of the bar, and clapped him on the back when he sidled up beside him.

“Where’s your better half?”

“Checking on her baby,” Bucky waved for Sam’s attention, “Where’s Nat?”

“Trying to get her to take a break.” Yelena scoffed from where she was sitting on a stool on the other side of Steve.

“As if you could ever make her do that.”

“I said trying to,” Steve shot back as Sam walked over.

“Where’s your belle?” Bucky scowled at his friend.

“Wants whatever cocktail concoction you’re making. I’ll take the usual.”

The custom painted powder blue vintage Mini Cooper was more assembled than it had been when you checked in on it a few days ago, and as you got closer you could see that it was almost done, a few pieces were still sitting on Bucky’s workbench.

A slightly Russian accented call of your name identified it as one of the two Romanoff sisters, one who ran the front of the shop and the other the front of the bar.

“Yeah, I’m back here.”

“I figured.” Natasha appeared from the other side of a Cadillac SUV.

“She’s almost done!” You grinned.

“I heard. The guys put me on break and when I was refusing, Bucky said I should come make sure you didn’t linger too long.” You laughed.

“He hates when I mess with his work.”

“Then maybe you should come let him mess with your make up,” Natasha suggested.

“Are you flirting with me for Bucky?” you asked incredulously. The redhead laughed as you followed her out the side door, locking it behind you before going into the bar from the front. Multiple of the regulars called out your names, offering waves and grins, and the cacophony doubled inside.

“Finally! The better one! I have your drink right here!” Sam called. You smiled, taking the drink.

“Thank you, kind sir.” The bar was reaching capacity, pool tables in the back already in full swing. The waiters were a constant blur, Howling Commando Bar shirts identifiable in the bustle from the star logo in white.

“Buck said you had a long week at work,” Nat said, returning to her spot at the front of the bar waiting to intercept underaged looking patrons.

“It was a busy one. We’re tr- Actually, you don’t really care and I don’t really want to talk about it. Where is Bucky?” You responded good naturedly, trying to spot the brunet in the crowd.

“I think I can see Steve’s blond ass over there,” Sam said, pointing further into the bar. You took your drink and headed toward the general direction. Steve and Bucky were in the corner near the office, heads together.

“Hey Steve!” Both men looked up, eyes wide, at your appearance, and quickly took half steps apart.

“Not at all suspicious guys. Good thing you were special forces.” Steve smiled, and Bucky looked a little shy.

“Buck keeps trying to hustle me in pool,” Steve responded, “I have fallen for that many many too many years in a row. Your turn to carry the burden.” He pushed into the crowd, leaving you beside Bucky.

“What was that about?”

“Just business stuff. How is the Sam special?” You eyed him as you took your first sip, pleasantly surprised by the lack of a remarkable burn on the back end of the taste.

“Better than the last one.” Bucky's hulking presence should have been stifling or claustrophobic, but instead it was comforting. You looked up into sincere blue eyes and he leaned down, pressing warm lips to yours. Your hands slipped up around his neck, holding your drink out so the condensation wouldn’t drip down the back of his shirt. Bucky’s arms were strong and warm and one hand palmed your ass before pulling away. Bucky’s hand found its way around your back as you looked across the bar.

“You know, you guys really did something,” you said, “I know I say it all the time. But it's just amazing.” Bucky and Steve had wanted to start something after they left the service and with their penchant for drinking and ability to fix nearly any mechanized vehicle a bar and mechanics shop made the most sense. Three members of their team, Tim Gabe and Percy, had moved on with their lives, even though they stopped by when they rolled through town. Sam, the Romanoff sisters, Tony, and a half dozen more had joined the family since the start, but there were still plaques honoring the fallen Commandos above the bar.

“All we knew how to do.”

You spent the rest of the night drinking with regulars, Bucky beating them in pool and not taking money from them, and you running drinks and convincing one of the girls at the bar that Sam was actually sweet and coming by again couldn’t hurt.

“If that’s what kinda wing woman I get when I make a good cocktail, I should really do it more often,” Sam joked when the group of women moved off. Bucky appeared over your shoulder, sliding his pint glass over to his friend who refilled it.

“What’s that?”

“Just trying to get Sammy a girlfriend, since he blew his shot with all our friends.”

The bar was still in full swing when Bucky and you said your goodbyes, and if Bucky picked you up and carried you over his shoulder fireman style while you giggled the whole way home so they could get back a little faster, that was between the two of you.

Wonder what Bucky and Steve were talking about... Find out here right now!

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