#i just need a fucken break but i cant fucking get one

[gamblersdoll]

nsfw, cnc mention, rough sex, spit, spanking, degrading, deku using blackwhip, manipulation. lmk if i didnt tag it. attempted kidnapping, stalker themes implied.

an: its been edited for more… fantasy.

the city was clear skied at night, civilly looking and dressed by the way. no villains were out, crime was semi dying downing and only left to maybe crimes that occurred twice a month. even then, it wasnt like it was eliminated.

maybe the universe was trying to give you and izuku, the number two pro here, after todoroki, a chance at happiness. maybe a saving grace, it could be. it only started after you and izukus marriage, it was a good thing. the media went crazy about you and izuku marrying , screaming how it wasnt meant to be.

thats the only reason it brought izukus rating down, because of a damn relationship. it wasn’t supposed to be you and izuku, it was just supposed to be ochako and izuku. yet, izuku always assured you that you were his true love.

and maybe that saving grace after the marriage was short lived, since crime spiked back up, immediately too.

and it was one that was very, destructive. which only meant a specific person that unfortunately fell into the hands of crime when he was attempting to be a hero.

dynamight.

izuku often did search for him, attempting to find his childhood best friend who desperately wanted to be a hero. but would always come up empty handed..

this time was different.

“izuku!” you screamed, keeping the door open and just staring at the horrifying box in front of you. he comes stumbling down the stairs, hand on your hip and bug eyed at the box.

someone has it out for you, bad. and they have your address, presumably pretending to be usps. or it was someone who worked at the delivery company, sending you body parts for and as an act of love.

it didnt make sense to you.

“are you going to be okay when im gone, love?” izuku says, tightening up his hero boots and looking to you. you nod, feeling his hand caressing your cheek and kissing your lips. “good. i love you.”

“i love you.” you say back, watching him depart from you in a instant. he had to go to the americas for a mission, supposedly. there was a big problem over there and they needed as many heroes as possible.

thats what heroes do, right?

thats what you at least remind yourself, since you were on active leave because of a big mission you did. you were forced to take a break, since your arm and shoulder were damaged. you were only discharged a couple months ago—

“grab the girl!” a rando shouted, a hand over your mouth and a knife to your throat. you were fucked, dropping your phone in a scramble and you damn sure couldnt use your fucking quirk. “what a lucky day! just my damn luck–!”

and you heard him gargle, was he that fucked in his mind he had gone rabid? his hands drop, his heavy weight pushing into you and you.. move away? you look to see what had happened, only to see his head had became scrambled.

you feel a cold sweat, your stomach churning and it feels like you could vomit. sure, youre a pro now— that doesnt mean you cant feel a little sick from the gore of the scene. you look to the wall, reading it.

‘youre welcome.’

someone had saved you? it was that quick? you look around the area, top and bottom. there wasnt a gunman, nor was there any traces. you scramble to find your device, calling izuku.

please, pick the fuck up.

“baby?” he asks, sounding concern.

“i almost got kidnapped—“ you start, but you think that izuku would freak out. but.. hes more calm. “but, the weirdest shit happened, the perp just.. died behind me! his head.. its like halfway gone, and i guess whoever the ‘hero’ of the night is, basically said i was fucken welcomed.”

“youre okay though, right?” izuku asks. no, youre not fucking okay, you just almost got abducted and someone blew someones head off behind you! you grunt a response, “okay, get home safe, okay bunny?”

yeah, right.

yet, something felt.. off about him when he came back. he said he would be back by the twentieth of july, and it was the fucking first of august.

“where have you been?” you ask, worried, scared, nervous, angry, confused all hit you at the same time. it felt like hell, you didn’t want to be that insecure wife that questioned her husband each day.

“something came up, im sorry baby.” he apologized, coming over to hold you and kiss your cheek. “you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

“i..” you try and start, but the words just got stuck into your throat.

“you?” izuku tries to help, but it looks like he didnt want to hear it. feigning confusion and worry on his face, not like you could tell.

you were too in love and worried to even pay attention.

“i.. i forgive you.” you say, shaking those negative feelings and thoughts away from your body. it was good that you did that, you never did well with it.

good, according to plan.

you both went to sleep peacefully that night, you did at least…

until you didnt, you were a light sleeper. and of course, you heard something. something wasnt right, no, it was too hot. izuku mustve changed the temperature in the house.

your feet move , still groggy and looking at the thermostat.

seventy-nine degrees?! did he want both of you to fucking boil!? you curse under your breath, changing it back to the original temperature, at least sixty degrees. yet, something still didnt feel right—

creak!

you think its izuku, so you go back upstairs. that boy was still asleep—

creeakk!

someone or something was in the house, and you shake him. “izuku, somethings in the house.” you silent shout, knowing he wasnt that heavy of a sleeper. was he really that tired to where he wouldnt wake to do a check in the house?

fine, be that fucking way, deku.

you go on your own, and you tiptoe in your own fucking house.. how comical. but there is a lingering smell, it wasnt a familiar smell.

or at least, not yours or izukus.

you check each room, there wasnt anything.. and then back downstairs. maybe you were paranoid—

no, the fuck you werent. or maybe you just see a big ass shadow man sitting in the corner of the living room. you stop in your tracks, you have to be making eye contact with this.. thing.

he clears his throat, tapping his foot, and goes to stand up–

“midori—mff!” you try to shout for him, but a hand comes around your mouth and you can smell it, chloroform.

you wake up finally, groggy and trying to remember what had happened, but you see him, bakugou. you remember his suit, his hair, those mean, red eyes that you had first fallen in love with.

“nothin’ to say?” he starts, pulling his hands out of his gloves and crouching in front of you. “welcome home, beauts.”

“zuku!” you try, but bakugou just laughs.

“he’s probably still asleep, he was always a heavy sleeper.” bakugou started again, “izuku?” he mocks, looking around and back to you. “still asleep.”

“you—“

“yeah yeah, im a villain, this that ‘n the third.” he mumbles, kissing your cheek then getting close to your ear. “but i saved you, didnt i?” he whispers, “youre welcome.”

and it clicks, he was the one that blew the guys’ brains out.

you hear a door open, and a tuff of green hair. izuku walks in, standing in the doorway and dynamight just looks at him. “izuku! please..” you say, knowing he would save you.

“oh, hey kacchan.” he simply says, walking over and dapping him up. it confused the fuck out of you, and he just looks at you like there isnt a fucking villain in front of you. “hi, baby.”

“midoriya, what the fuck are you doing?!” you shout, “do you not see him?” you question, feeling bakugou get behind you and release you.

“oh, i do.” he replies, kissing your cheek and releasing blackwhip to restrain you. “guess we should talk about it.”

talk about what?! that he allowed a villain inside?

you glare at him, and katsuki laughs. “oh, thats a mean ass look. could make me fold in a minute.”

“izuku.” you repeat, staring at him. “did.. you plan this?” you ask, hoping and praying to whatever god there was that you were wrong, like this was a bad dream and you were stuck.

“yeah, ive been wanting to tell you that.” he starts, seeing how your heart drops to your ass. “before you get all worried, its also technically your fault.”

now how in the mother fuck.

“how?” you ask, growing paranoid, angry, scared.

“did you not realize that the usps label was slightly ripped?” he asks, showing the box with the finger and the tongue inside of it. it makes you gag, and katsuki shushes you in consolation. “did you not realize that the perp who wanted to ‘kidnap’ you was our priest from our wedding?”

thinking back on it now.. maybe it was. no, it was our priest.

“but.. why kill the pre—??”

“he knew what was going on, and was trying to save you. as if you needed to be saved.” katsuki interrupted, brushing your hair back.

“and to be honest, all three of us were technically married. it was meant to be.” katsuki adds, showing the marriage license.

the three were.. married? meant to be?

riiipp!

you feel your sleep shorts be ripped off, looking to izuku for some sort of reasoning. he gets closer, kissing your lips and then looking back to katsuki. “be careful with her, you havent fucked her, ever.” he says, tightening blackwhip and smiling. “he’s going to be gentle this time, okay?”

you feel warmth around your slit, moaning out and you hate how you sound, the fact this was even arousing pissed you off.

why was it arousing?

“fuck, shes so sweet..” katsuki groans, licking at your clit and suckling. his heavy cock gets heavier, pulling you close and slipping into your walls.

“zuku!—“

“wrong name, baby.” katsuki rasps, pulling your hips back and thrusting into you. “ha..haaah!” he pants out, tongue lolled out and drooling onto your ass. “oh, ive wanted this, ive wanted thiss!”

“its okay, bunny, see how hes being so sweet with you?” izuku speaks, kissing you cheek. he looks at your crossed eyes, fists balled up and he rubs your knuckles.

this feels wrong, but it doesnt feel so bad.

or was it you being corrupted that manipulated you into thinking that?

it was definitely the corruption of your walls that shot to your mind, your ass burned from the constant slam of his hips into them. “fuck, wanted you since the day i saw you!” he growls, spitting onto your back and wrapping a arm around your neck.

and this fucker izuku just watches.

“going to make you mine, mine!” katsuki says, feeling your corrupt walls squeezes around him in ecstasy, which causes him to break you. he slaps your ass, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he holds onto you for support. “gunna’ cum in you, fuck ive wanted this so bad!”

it makes izuku hard.. really.

“wanted to watch you slut yourself out to deku.. wanted to watch you get cock drunk of’fa me!” he babbles, turns out he was getting pussy drunk off of you. he licks up your back, biting into your shoulder and whispers into you. “do you feel it? do you feel how much of a slut you are? huuhh?”

he whines his hips slow, laughing all mean and slapping your backend again. “oh, god, youre so much sexier in person!” he says, eyes dilating and he licks his canines. “fuck, just like that, going to fuckin cum!—“

he creams inside of you, feeling his seed spilling out of your walls. izuku only chuckles, lifting your head up to see your eyes.

your eyes were low and heavy, you had been in and out of consciousness. “see? we can all be a big happy married couple.”

—

“aand, cut!” the director says, katsuki just laughs and picks you up, blackwhip releasing you.

“you okay, mama?” he asks, squishing your cheeks and looking at your eyes. “shit, grab her water, idiot!” katsuki yells to the backstage, them rushing to the fridge.

“sugar, you okay?” izuku asks, tapping each part of your skin to bring your back down to earth. you nod, both men sighing in relief as katsuki helps you drink the cold water. “we didnt go to hard, did we?”

“mm, mm..” you respond, lazily looking up to them. “did me dirty though, having me in damn near eighty degree house.”

katsuki boisterously laughs, “that was my fault, forgot to turn it down, mama.” he says in a kiss.

[coldresolve]

i understand why you say "torture doesnt work for information" but like in one story, in one instance i wouldnt say its NOT POSSIBLE, like all characters you work with are different. some people would say the truth after torture (or even from the mention of it, like they get scared), some would get defiant, some would lie, etc. it all depends on the character and their personality.

i think boxing it into "every time it will, under NO CIRCUMSTANCES provide good information" is just as bad as saying that "every time it WILL provide good information", because we are sticking to a trope once again, although not as "harmful", but it's still not realistic. personally i think if you use torture in your story, at least have variety. yes, do have characters that "break" or give info, but have some that dont, etc. like dont have all your characters the exact same. different people react to stuff differently.

you cant say for sure that it will NEVER get them their info. you can still make it a point that its not justified, just because they got the info, the torturers can get traumatized too or maybe get demoted by someone who doesnt approve of their method of getting info ("enhanced interrogation"), but straight up saying it will NEVER EVER get them their info is just as unrealistic. like honestly if someone tortured me i would straight up rat on anyone. wouldnt try to be defiant or shit. just saying.

(this is not that i dont agree with what you say because i do, im just saying it's not that clear cut and there is variety and different personalities and such)

ehh. well first things first

like honestly if someone tortured me i would ...

just stop. you don't know. you can't predict how anyone might react to torture, yourself included.

i think your issue is that you don't understand how thoroughly torture sucks as an interrogation method. it's not just about "people react differently" it's about how torture itself functions. extreme stress fucks with the areas of the brain that are responsible for memory and cognition, it's why memory issues specifically are a part of the diagnostic criteria for ptsd, for example. pain has the capacity to change the physical fucking structure of your brain. torture, in this way, actively destroys the information you want to learn. plus torture makes people say whatever the fuck they think they need to say to make it stop. plus the fact that nothing in the infliction of pain works like a truth serum, people are just as likely, if not more likely, to lie. torture is by far, from everything i've read, the worst way to get trustworthy information out of a reluctant subject. blackmail would do better. coercion would do better. the fucken reid technique would do better, though that shit also has massive flaws. the moment you bring physical abuse into the equasion, you are shooting yourself in the foot

you could write a story where someone shoots randomly into a crowd and, by sheer luck, hits a pedophile. the issue with a portrayal like this isn't that randomly shooting into a crowd and hitting a pedophile is impossible, it's that you are portraying randomly shooting into a crowd as a valid method for hitting pedophiles. thats just not how randomly shooting into a crowd works, you know

[solardick]

Briefly looking over И words, for the first time. And the card already choosen for the letter И fit. There’s no need to change it.

Though it’s curious to learn that the word for wizard also starts with a Вв. Being the second consonant letter in the alphabet. Though to english Вв is the equivalent of letter Vv. Letter Bb is also giving to the magician. Though it being the first consonant letter of its related alphabet. This creates an overlay of the tower card and the magician card. Waites depiction as “above so below”. Which a play in the letter Bb itself. Except the minuscule. Only sees it below.

“Tarot” readers are russian spies. Wonder how many of them are agaisnts russias war. Hypocrites?

That was fun. Most people having bad day. Always at odds. Helped in breaking up a fist fight. Resolved it. Had them shaking hands. Fun fun. All over the place helping everyone out.

Still suffering from beign raped though. With the added 3 decades of bs being treated like trash. Puned and played and laughed at and bullied and druged and beaten, harrased and abused. Hard to do anything when the entire fucken planet oitside you id fucked with you for no other reason then being alive. While you stand there and watch them think their superior. Labaishimg on inside information.

Moght as well go on welfare cuz im never going to be able to hold a job. Because of these evil fucken cocksukers. Im never sleeping well again. I only need to

Sleep

Once a week anyway.

So now its a migraine all

Day as i continue to binge moving. Was planing on language studies. But oh well.

Guess its cultural studies instead. If one considsrs television. A cultural study. Though one must suspect a d thus expect anything aired serves the natives conditioning. And in Moving it is no exception. But, it was fantastic. And shames wolverine.

On the symbolic side as in base numbers. It does open on the number 33. Number 12 and 11. Come in early enough. Thinking of tarot here. Since it themes in “local” media. 33 itself by cyclic reduction equals 12. It themes from the hanged man towards strength. Peoples lives being turned upside down and the coming struggle. Thus the theme of this post is on card letter И as in the number 33 hints as the russian Cyrillic alphabet and the season also touched upon Russia. But it was a fleeting scene which gets lost n the rest if the story.

It themes itself on “my own” prescribed script. Well with some corrective guidance. So it’s not exactly but that would be expecting too much.

Yay symtoms. Lost my ability to sleep. 36 hours to go. And my ability to learn or absorb anything.

Being alive is pointless.

Fuck i hate winter. Fucken christmas. It’s o ly the darkest day the year for me. No work. Not dealing woth that shit. I dont have the constitution anymore. Neither i am listening to fucken roy curse

And fucken swear all fucken day. Forcing me to lfucken hear it. Having to pay for my entitr families fucken karma cause their too fucken retarded to deal witb theirnown. Or rebecca or most of them there. As i continue to

Be raped onto suicide.

Its just me by myself with no ime to talk to. As its always been. No one to

Comfide in. No ome to give to. Nothing to do. Except sit here and take their manipulative ns while they laugh at me.

Indont eant ot be aluve anymore.

Aont my fault their all a bunch of misguided dillusionsl morons.

Stillnwant ti move to south mid australia. Hot enough not to have winters or very mild. And less chance venomous encounters with the wildlife. Dont like the austrailian accent but. Thats something i could cope with.

Cant wven build my own

Idenrity.

Ill

Only wver talk to a girl. Everyone can tuck off.

Too bad everyone. I meet is in on nanipukatinv and raping my existsnce. So thetes nothinvvyo say. Except doinv this.

Great another petson ive never met saying shit they cant know. Another one dided relationship. Like its slways been.

All life is is peoppe

Playing pretend. My social lofe is watching tv. Even when im not. Or listening to mu family saying stupid bs. Like death threats and prejudicial bs. Even when i havent seen them in years.

An dall i feel

Is my ass everyday. I cant sleep cant study. Cant communicate. Cant even mind my own fuckem bussiness. Allni can do

Is stre at a tv screne but wait. Im still being fucked with. While by myseld im the fucken dark. Monitering every little fucken thing i do. I dont enat to be alive anymore. I cant evn be myself while im by my fucken self. Dince my first fucken memeory all life is is other fucken retards fucken eith me and putting themslef over me that all life has ever fucken been.

Camt do 12 hours. After 10 i start having accidents. And im a driving a lift. Thats mean death. Im. It like the rest of my entourage. I dont get off on killing people. Im sickmof looking for work or a place i belong. Im too old for this shit anynore. Since the day i was birn its been nothing by devious fuckwhores fucken with my existance.

They can think or feel whatever dumb bs they want to justify it. Doesnt change the favt that its always been that way sinve my forst memory. It has bothing to

Do with me.

I feel drugged today. Think i have to fo home.

Probably muhhamed. He looks like a devious covk.

And he alwas dhows up when somwtf odd hapens. Walks uo to me as. Star feeling it. Fakes yawn and stars almi f about somethnf i snt lnw. Iike i can undeesand anythng they say.

Its like criminology 101 right out of the txt book. And it aint the full or the new moon so

It aint apychosis. Looks like he spent some time with my spychotic sociopath brother. I can smell him. His scent is so strong. Same spychotic shithead that after people with hand held weapons. And used to drug me and poison me with insectiside. Some spychotic shithead that used to clean thr toilet with me toothbrush. Spitnin my mouth while i slept, jumpmon face. And frame me for shit i never did. Oh yeah and nearly crushed my throat with a wood splitting axe.

Probably faked that paranoid spychosis episode so they could get a rescription for anyi spychotics to dose away my youth with.

Someone with tjose capabilities dont have paranoia. Used to carry a knife on me in case he went spychotic and tries to kill me again.

What are my taxes not high enough for y’all to afford to plow the side walks. I got to walk in yhe middle of the street dodging tragic. Good job.

Merry fucken christams. Younhave no choice but to kill yourself.

[v1x3n]

⋆｡°‧★ - THE WINNING BATTLE

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst // part one

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪��� : " i love you " " i love you most" ; a battle, thats what it was. a battle, a war for who loves eachother more. couples would kill for the "fine you love me more." and thats exactly how you and simon were.

simple. the plan was simple. get in, grab the files, get out. clearly noone had expected the swarm of enemies that flooded in after yous.

you, simon and johnny. you three were all on this mission together. only two of yous made it out.

as you and simon were changing together, you put on your shirt whilst he was almost nearly done. simon was a quick changer.

"si?" you continue changing, not looking at the big man who span to look at you. he lets out a low hum, as if to say yes. "come help"

as commanded, he did what you said. he almost hopped over to you ans gave you a hand putting on your equipment. squeezing it tight so it wouldnt fall off, the lingering touches when his fingers glided across your skin sent electricity down your body. you giggle at him, knowing he had a big, fat, goofy smile on under his mask. "wha's so funny" he breathly chuckles.

"can tell your smiling all silly."

"really?" he smirks. you nod.

he huffs as he takes a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. giving your ass a slight squeeze then bringing his hands back up. you glare at him, pulling him closer whilst taking in his smell. "c'm on, love" he grabs your hand and pulls you to where you were meeting soap.

price was there, "all yous need to do is get the files then get out. easy task, we hope."

you three manged to get in easily. like price had said - easy task. the hard task was getting out.

"we cant just fucken leave 'er!" simon almost cries out. tears almost breaking out of his tear ducts. he remembers the words you had just said not even 15 minutes ago.

your tears Sprawling out from your eyes as the blood pours from your chest. the hole that was put into your chest was the work of a bullet. the gun of the enemy when all them attacked you and the other two.

the enemys that shot you when you used yourself as a distraction.

the enemys that took you down as the others ran away, like you told them too.

the enemys that took your life, youre gasping for air as your life flashes back to him. to simon Riley. the man who was alwasts there, the man who fought along you and the man who you loved.

but now you weren't there, he automatically loved you more. he won. he finally fucking won, but the cost was your life.

the battle that had went on for months.

'i love you most'

'nope, i do'

everlasting war. he won this time though. you shouted it out as they ran off.

"simon, you win." he knew. he knew instanty what you were talking about.

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Vent to us queen 👂🏻

Me about to answer this ask in all asterisks bc deep down i dont actually want random people to know my trauma

Anyway the gist of it is:

My *** absolutely hates my *** and will do anything to make *** fail including waste all *** money, and now each of them is bitching to me about the other and like i shouldnt be my ******* therapist but i guess being the only **** does that to you and i am tired also of my *** specifically bc *** keeps finding ******** in ** like first it was ****** then it became ***** next it'll probably be ******* and i'm so tired i'm genuinely considering just marrying any random person just to leave this fucking place

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Changes

Summery- Bucky returns home after a mission, and makes some slight changes. Soft, Sweet, Flashbacks in italiacs. Written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ Stars Follower Celebration. The prompt- “Im never letting you leave this bed again” Thank you @curtisbbq​ for letting me borrow your idea. 

Word Count- 2833

Bucky returned to the compound, dirty, rough around the edges, and just fucken damn glad to be home. What an odd thought, he really start to feel like this was home, YOU were home. The first time since he left for the army way back when, now he had a place to settle down, let himself explore something he had yearned for for a lifetime to most.He was home, he had to admit being able to get used to this.

Following Sam to weapons lock up, he just replaced most of his tactical gear, the weapons, well they were his babies, and all needed to be personally attended to, cleaned before he could in good concious put them in the lock up. Sam slammed the cage door after putting away his Falcon Wings when he looked over at Bucky. 

“You know, you might wanna clean up before going up to Y/N, especially your hair man.” 

Bucky really didnt know what he was going on about, but reaching up, he could feel the rats nest of tangles that formed, 2 weeks in some remote bum fuck area being shot at would do that. And honestly he was ripe, it probably wouldnt do well for the upcoming reunion between the two of you. 

“Trust me, your not any better off.” Bucky retorts back, locking his own cage door, and headed towards the showers. 

“The ladies all love me!” Sam called to Buckys retreating back, chuckling in amusement, opting to head back to his own apartment. After the couple weeks they been with each other every waking moment, they both needed a break from one another.

After his shower Bucky stood at the mirror, alone in the facility, and the mess that showed back in his reflection made him wince. Sure the bruises and cuts, not a big deal. He would heal from those fairly quickly. He managed to work out the mess of a knot, It looked just like himself looking back, but he wasnt seeing James “Bucky”  Buchanan Barnes, no, he still saw The Winter Soldier, the man with an unknown number of kills under his belt.  But he knew... He remembered every single one. The knowledge brought him the greatest grief, it was heavy on his shoulders, even with the vibranium arm holding him up. It made his physical aches pale in comparison, 

Nearby his phone gave off your ringtone, and he snapped back out of his thoughts, glancing down to see a picture of you two lighting up the screen,and suddenly that heaviness was gone. 

You were playing music on your phone as the two of you walked the compound grounds after a long exhausting day. Honestly Bucky would have been content to crashing on the couch to reruns of Bobs Burgers, you always would giggle during that dumbass show. But you insisted on this first. “Please Bucky, just a quick walk down to the river” He relented, you did ask so nicely. His arm rested lightly around your hip as you would sweep down to pluck a flower and twirl it in your fingers before twisting it into the crown of your head. 

“Where the brave are free and lovers soar Come ride with me to the distant shore We won't hesitate to break down the garden gate There's not much time left today Life is a highway I want to ride it all night long...”

You phone sang and you plucked it out, opening the camera as you moved behind him, jumping up on his back, catching Bucky by surprise, his arm shoots behind to help hold you up. 

“Smile Barnes!” Resting your chin atop his head, and his eyes rolled up in a exasperated look, the corner of his mouth coming up in a grin at you. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and slid down a bit, like a hug from behind, and nuzzled your face against his own. 

God Damn He loved you. 

You gave him joy 

‘Heard your FINALLY are back. See you tonight when I get home. Im gonna blow this popsicle stand early. Picking up chinese. Dont worry, Im going to get that orange chicken extra spicy. Cant wait to see you. Love you Sargent. XOXO’ 

And ahh, there it was, Home. He thought seeing your message, the way you were all about blowing off the rest of your day to come back, taking care of him picking up his favorite guilty pleasure, and the way you insisted on calling him Sargent, even before the two of you started taking your friendship further. Simply setting his phone down, his gaze lifted back to the mirror, and thats when he decided he wanted to bring Sargent Bucky Barnes back. Collecting a hair clipping kit from the shelf, he got to work. 

Waiting for the elevator to bring him up the flights, his hand went to brush through the shortly cropped hair, it was a bit more in style with today, a mess of tufts atop his head, it was different, it would be different for you. You were so used to the longer look and always told him how you loved them. Hell the first time you two started hanging out, you snuck in his room and braided it just for the hell of it much to his horror. How would you react to this? The elevator buzzed open and he went down the hall to your shared apartment, the door locked. 

Digging out his keys, they clink against the vibranium of his hand letting him know he had them in his grasp and pulled them out of his jeans pockets, getting the door unlocked, and stepping inside, its all quiet. Usually you had a bit of music playing of some sort in the background. He never knew what it would be, you were set on giving him an education of lyrics and tunes. So far he had no complaints with your choices. Dropping his keys in the bowl you kept as your “Keep all the shit off my kitchen counter” bowl, he went to go see what you were last playing for music. Picking up the ipod you so lovingly cherished, he pressed play. And guess what the song was. 

Disney. Lion King to be exact. You had just gotten out of the shower and were singing to Hakuna Matata, and Bucky had been stretched out on the end of the bed, watching you in the steamy bathroom, wriggle your hips as you pull your panties up over your ass “When I was a young warthoooog!” Bucky broke out in laughter right here, pushing himself up to sit and you pulled one of his shirts over your head as you left the bathroom, continuing along with your song, and cupping his face, looking down at him. 

“It means no worries For the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy Hakuna Matata!”

You wink at him and kiss his forehead, his arm lopes around your hip, drawing you to sit in his lap, kissing in the curve of your shoulder and neck, placing feather light nips and trace of his nose along the softness, inhaling your honeysuckle softness. You trail fingers along his shoulder and nuzzle into him, enjoying the early morning moment, before the day truly started. 

“We should adopt that philosophy you know” You say chuckling as your still humming the tune softly, swinging your legs that dangled over Buckys lap. “Means no worries, no worries about us showing up to work on time.” He chuckles against your shoulder and lifts his head to kiss your lips, playing at nipping between tangling of tongues and pulling away. “And have Sam come barging up here demanding to know where my ass was not down training the new recruits? He wouldnt know where to start with this group.” You scoff with a roll of your eyes, and nudge him to fall back, straddling his hips and running hands up his chest. “You think Im scared of the Falcon, bring it Oversized Pigeon.”

Fuck he loved you.

You gave him so much laughter. 

Turning it up further, he went to go grab a beer from the fridge and with a twist, he flung the cap into the disposal, taking a drag off it. He never knew he would enjoy these craft beers you insisted on buying cause “There seasonal bits of goodness, let me have my weakness... well one of my weakness” A very obvious salacious wink thrown his way. A lick of his lips cleared any residue on the beer and he was about to check his phone to see if you sent him another message, usually you were good about blowing it up when he heard the door handle click open, and with your usual gusto of chaos, swept in. Your keys missed the bowl, of course. You never actually followed your own rules. And a quick kick sent sneakers flying off your feet. “Bucky Baby, that better be you. If it isnt, im about to whoop ass on whomever it is.” 

You come around the corner and dump the bags of chinese on the counter, still not having seen Bucky, but you caught sight of a flash of him over your shoulder, in the living room. You couldnt wait to see your man, it had been so long, and Fuck you just missed him. Tossing everything else down on the counter, hell you were all about breaking rules, especially your own, your turn on the balls of his feet, calling him again “Bucky Barnes, I so- “ Cutting yourself off immediately when you step into the living room and your mouth hangs open a bit in surprise. Self consciously he touches the top of his head. 

“You... You cut your hair!” It was said in surprise, pure surprise. Its not like normally something like this would surprise you with a regular person, this was Bucky Barnes, the man who tried to stay as routine as possible for the simple fact it was that he was in complete control of himself, and that is what he was all about. You had never seen him even have the desire to cut his hair, ever. 

“You like?” His voice is soft, almost a child like softness to it, and a worried look on his face, like maybe he made a mistake? You give a shake of your head, and that surprise looks fades into an excited one, crossing the room to reach him.

“Baby, fuck I LOVE IT”

You two are driving, no where in particular. You were restless, the hot sunshine weather making you itch to go for a drive, Imagine Buckys surprise when you held up a pair of keys to Tonys Acura Nsx, wiggling brows at him. 

“Is that... Starks keys?” Bucky questioned when you tossed them at him, wrapping your arm around his and tugging him along. 

“Yup, ssshh, we will bring it back. Were just borrowing it. For the day.” 

“You know your starting to remind me of Steve.” He accused as you two entered the garage, and he opened the convertibles door for you, slipping inside. 

“Sorry baby, he doesnt borrow rigs this nice. Im a class all my own.” Giving him a smirk, you slammed the door shut and he just shook his head while circling to the drivers side. 

Miles away, Bucky is loosening up to your little trip, your flipping the radio to some random station, singing along in that soft voice of yours. 

“So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole...”

Bucky glanced over at you while you were so lost in the moment, your feet were dangling out the door, you yourself were angled to lean into him, the aviator glasses slid down to the tip of your nose, and with a push of the button, you dropped the top down, your long tresses of hair whipping around you, you slid your hand into his and lifted it to your face, brushing his knuckles along the side of your face, your eyes sparking over the glasses at him. His foot pushed onto the gas, and the the Acura sped up, taking you two anywhere and nowhere at the same time, it didnt matter anymore what the plan was. 

Chaos and All, he loved you. 

You gave him adventures.

“Do you?” Relief crossing his face and easing the tension he held, your hands immediately brushing into the soft locks of hair, marveling now at how soft they were, sprigs popping in between fingers and you bit your lip, eyes shinning up at him, in a playful manner, you gave a slight tug and stepped in closer to him. 

“Bucky, absolutely I do, this is the best surprise ever, even better then when you let me call you Bucky Bear in public.” 

He rolled his eyes and snorted, tracing his hand over your hip to grasp your ass. “That was a one time thing, and the barista was clearly uncomfortable writing ‘Y/N’s Bucky Bear; on the cup.” Who is he kidding? He actually loved it and you knew it. You wiggle your nose at him and place a loving kiss on his lips. 

“Yet you still allowed it. But why, tell me why the change?” 

How you managed to drag him to the museum display once again, he didnt know. But this seemed to be something you loved, the two of you walking quietly around the different exhibits. Reading over the information, and your questions would draw stories out of him that others didnt know, short of Rogers. His gaze would lift to the faces of his howling commando brothers, from a life time ago, and you would tumble into a decent part of his past. No, it wasnt perfect. There were hard memories edging the shadows of his mind, but you only encouraged the better parts, the parts he was proud to tell. 

“It was our fifth hydra outpost, and the prisoners they had kept there were the rowdiest bunch. They drank all of us under the table that night in celebration. Short of Steve... poor guy couldnt even catch nothing more then a few minute buzz.” 

You shake your head chuckling and wrinkle your nose at the idea. “Well that would suck, cant even get yourself a proper buzz, let alone drunk. I dont know, maybe the serum wasnt worth it.” Moving the two of you to the next display, and he caught a look on your face, and then turned his attention to what you were staring at. A picture of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, himself with a piece of his history. “This one here, my favorite display in here. You look so handsome, so proud.” Your head would rest on his shoulder. “But Im gonna be honest, your best picture is the one on my nightstand. They should have that in here.” One of all of you back at the compound, you and Natasha playing video games against him and Steve. in that photo he was laughing at something Natasha had said, a deep laugh, holding onto Steves shoulder as he doubled over.

He looked at the photo, tucking you in close to his side, but remained silent. That one on the wall was a life time ago, but yes, he was proud of who he was before Hydra.

Quietly, He loved you

You gave him Pride.

“It was just time for a change Y/N, time to say goodbye to that part of myself I just... I cant take any of it back, but I can move on from it. Im ready for our memories to be what I see in the mirror.” He confessed, his gaze falling down to look lower then in your eyes, and you, well damned if that man couldnt stir you to your soul. 

Your hands cup his face to bring his gaze back up, kissing him fiercely, no hold back, all of it was just poured into this kiss to your Bucky Barnes, he accepted it. His arms pulled you up to wrap your legs around his hips, and a hand snaked up the back of your shirt, pressing the small of your back in flush against him, your chest crushing against his and your arms loped around his neck. Falling back against the couch, you arch up from where you were sitting low on his stomach, running your arms down his chest. “Get comfy Sergeant, Im never letting you leave this bed again.” 

His brows lifted as his hands moved to lightly grasp your thighs on either side on his waist. “Baby, you know this is the couch....?” 

“Shut up Barnes, we will make it to the bed eventually, now kiss me like you missed me, cause fuck I missed you!” 

Always, He loved you

You gave him his Home.

@p8tn0lish @what-is-your-plan-today @official-and-unstable-satan @jtargaryen18

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[tempibearxo]

(Btw this is gonna be really rambly im so sorry if you read this) Can we take a sec to appreciate Anthony’s portrayal of the cycle of depression and the pit that people can get put into by traumatic events.

Like ive relistened to Grant’s conversation with Yeet multiple times and something about it that just makes it hit hard is how relatable it is. For anyone who has experienced depression or had loved ones who have been through that experience and can see themselves in Yeet’s position.

I personally can understand where Grant is coming from. He looks back at the past and everything seems brighter he could feel things. Little things made him happy like the smile of a friend or inside jokes that made him crack up but now he doesnt see the same color in the world now its just black and white the only glimpses of color he might see anymore is when something physical happens and that something physical is most often times pain. It was put well when it was said that it was making a binary it really does. Being numb is a horrible distant feeling and it drags you down and suffocates you. And talking to parents is such a hard things to do. No matter how much they say “you can talk to me” its hard to believe because they wouldnt get it they are so strong and they’ve never been in this situation. Like personally my parents are like Carol and Darryl (but more stable) they met in highschool got married when my mom graduated. They never were a queer kid who’s highkey scared to come out because of the what if factor. And i feel like Grant has a pressure put on him (probably by himself) to just be a good quiet kid. The unsteadiness between Carol and Darryl and probably be seem by him and he doesn’t want to cause a fuss with his own problems when he has stuff to deal with. It doesnt help when whenever tried to talk to his dad he was told that they would talk about it later-

In Darryl’s defense the situation was extremely stressful, it doesn’t excuse him kinda pushing off his kid but it explains it. He knew he had a set time limit to somehow try to break the blood pact and he kinda had that “wait till the right moment” mentality. The problem is there is no right moment to talk and open up. Darryl tried to wait for a moment instead of creating one. Which as i said before it’s understandable most of the  tournament was very “go, go, go”

A few things i cant stop thinking about and wanna talk about is all the little subtleties that kinda go over your head when first listening that Anthony buries in there. Such as Grant saying he wasnt hungry despite it being stated that the boys hadnt eaten for a few days. Probably to Grant he didnt feel hungry, he just felt numb and maybe the hunger pains were little reminders that he was still alive and that it was real and that life is real. Once again Grant is so fucking relatable- ive been there, fuck ive been there recently when i realize it’s been over a day and a half since i last ate and im just like ope-

But Darryl is getting better, and the little talk that he and Grant had before Grant talked with Yeet was actually a super good thing. Whats happening with Grant is not a “one talk and its all fixed” thing it’s something that needs to be worked towards. Grant needs to actually believe that Darryl cares and that Darryl will be there.

Anyways i have alot more to say on this but like ope- basically Grant is super relatable and Anthony apparently enjoys making us cry.



THIS POST WAS MADE BEFORE OCT 2020 I FUCKEN HATE DNDADS NOW ASK ME WHY :) PLS DONT LIKE IT

[superemeralds]

ive had my own idea for a sonic movie that would still be live action and a generic child-friendly action-comedy just like the “real” sonic movie is (presumably) gonna be

IN SHORT!

The main character that makes a duo with sonic for the majority of the movie is a young girl named June.

The overall plot is very similar to sonic x, but altered to fit the time span of the usual one and a half hours movie length in movies like that.

detailed description, explanation of the pictures and character info under the cut!

Through a mal-induced chaos control eggman and sonics friends get transported into the real world. this time space rift causes some really weird stuff to happen and June gets seperated from her dad, who was just on his way to bring her to school.

at first she thinks its cool to meet a talking blue hedgehog in a really pretty nature-y place and skip school to play with him, but soon they notice that they are not alone. Eggmans robots got transported to our world too! June gets captured because she is seen with sonic and therefore identified as a threat by eggmans robots! Sonic runs after her towards what seems to be eggmans base.

meanwhile the dad was transported to a really high place, whihc is bad cos he’s  got fear of heights. Luckily tails and knuckles appear and offer to help him down

both teams start looking for eachother, but get interrupted by various obstacles. June and Sonic get hold off by eggmans schemes, while Dad and Sonics friends stumble upon amy, who just escaped a military research facility. she hoped that cream would be with the others, but it seemed that they had to go back and save her. the Dad used to be a hobby boxer, but since he’s a lawyer he doesn’t really do that much anymore. it surely helped him when taking out those government officials. its funny how a lawyer breaks the law, right? there’s many jokes on that and his character development goes from strict father figure that doesnt allow fun and insists on obeying the law to a wild and free man who does what’s right, even if  he has to break rules. (also he screams “sorry” every time he KOs someone because hes that kinda guy)

June and sonic manage to infiltrate the egg carrier that was transported into our world and set it to crash and render all his stuff useless!

However, the ship is on course for the city which they didnt realize until it started losing height. eggman pretends that he can still stop this if the people are willing to make him their unquestionable ruler, but sonic and june are determined to stop the ship themselves. sonic keeps eggman busy while June is in the command center trying to find a way to make the ship change course and go crash in the ocean.

in the end everything is exploding and falling apart and eggman is fleeing, June managed to change the ships course and runs up to sonic telling him he needs to run, sonic says that she doesnt have to tell him twice and they go.

sonic gets blown to the side by an explosion and trips over debris, making his knee bleed a little (u cant see blood bc this is kid friendly hes just hurt like theres dirt or smth lol) and he tells june to run and not worry, but she comes back and lifts him on her back and is determined to run as fast as she can to get outside

when she reaches a door she screams because she’s scared. they are close to the ground, but not close enoguh to make it alive if she jumped... then sonic hugs her from behind and says “jump on my command” and shes like. no way. but he says “trust me we’re not gonna get hurt if we hit water” and shes like “but i cant swim that well” sonic chuckles “me neither” and then she gets the memo and is all determined and ready and they make it and its magical

they might also have a scene thats a nudge to 06 where sonic is very Positive and gives good life advice.

while everything seems like its perfect eggman is starting plan B of his conquer the others were all alarmed by the crashing egg carrier and therefore came speeding in the modified car tails rebuild for Dad (it can turn into a fucken plane. Dad and June are finally reunited and he thanks sonic for watching after her, and sonics like nah ur daughter totally watched after me shes a hero.

and then they work together to stop eggmans final boss robot and save the city.

at some point they all found chaos emeralds somewhere. and sonic can turn super to finish eggman off. yeah that sounds cool.

that also makes him and the others fade back into their own dimension, bc hes Got That Power

in the end its just him, June and Dad iin midst of a park in the city with debris and shit and June is like. sonic dont go we jsut became friends

and sonics like. treasure the memories you make and live life to the fullest bc u only got this one shot and u gotta make the best of it. n her dad is all agreeing and shakes his hand and is like. thanks sonic

and June hugs him and cries but smiles and sonic says nice smile bc im kinda getting emotional writing this all out and then he disappears in a flash of light and in that moment it cuts to the mom on the side of the park in her car with the window down going “what the-” and credits roll

thanks for reading

okay i know most of this was really silly and unfinished but granted i was making this all up as i went on and on about this and like. yea. i brainstormed this in like. 2 horus time completely from scratch, only using sonic X as basis for the plot and the humor of popular and successful action comedies as inspiration for the tone of the movie

as for the characters i just thoguht a carefree girl thats tired of being stuffed into a mold meeting sonic and learning that its okay to be herself and do what u think is right, learning that kindness really is the most powerful thing on earth and that friendships are precious??? hell fucking yeah!

also child character is more relateable than a fucking cop. kids will be able to relate to June, while adults (long time fans most of all) will be able to see their past self in her.

as for the dad, a lot of adults might see themselves in this dad role who just wants the best for his  kid, while being stuck in a boring job that doesnt really fulfil them, but pays the bills and the lifestyle the family has.

I also really wanted characters that you have not seen before. Whenever i see a black dad he has a shaved head and thats kinda boring its just. basic. nothing agianst dads with shaved heads but why is Every Single(black) Dad Bald/Buzzcut? so i gave him dreads because why not? looks cool when he does action shit. whoosh whoosh

i knew i wanted a kid and i knew i wanted a girl. im really fond of puffy pigtails and i decided to go with a black girl just because! it was the very first thing that came to my mind when i was looking for an adventurous girl that wants to go on adventures with a blue talking hedgehog.

plus loving black dads that lov their girls rly rly need rep u_u

as for sonics design, i tried to compromise with the movie’s need for a more realistic sonic by making him overall fluffier to hint at texture, but keeping his core design and proportions.

the same goes for all the other characters.

I’m still very thinking emoji about eggman, I think it would be best to have him be either played by a fat person. Like Really Fat Person to resemble his original design (hes fat okay who cares abt slanky legs) or have him be CGI/partially CGI due to the fact that he’s from another dimension.

and uh. that’s all i have to say for now! it’s 1am and i should get to bed!

[stoneqoldcrazy]

News of the World & The Works! 😊

AAAAAAA thank you!! I've actually never got asks about these albums i dont think?? i cant think rn 😔

-The cover

i LOVE IT i love it i love the art,, the art style aaaa and the details?? Frank?? i love it

-Favorite song

I LOVE Sheer Heart Attack not a lot of people like it but i Love it and the performances of this song,,,,,,,,,, 👁👄👁 and i LOVE It's Late it goes so hard one of my favorite songs for sure and sleeping on the sidewalk is one of my favorite Brian songs i love his vocals a lot AND SPREAD YOUR WINGS one of my favorite deaky songs

-Least favorite song

im gonna go with fight from the inside i dont listen to it that much

-Underrated track

sHEER HEART ATTACK is underrated, who needs you, MELANCHOLY BLUES (the piano is so pretty i gotta learn it next), get down, make love (209879458.75 times better than body language even though i dont listen to this song that much 😔), spread your wings (i guess in the queen fandom it's Loved but outside of it no one really talks about it?? it's a Shame)

-Overrated track

WE WILL ROCK YOU and wE ARE THE CHAMPIONS (but i Adore we are the champions i wanna learn it but,,, can they PLEASE play any other queen song other than these two on the radio PLEASE)

-And I will give a color that I associate with that album

probably,,,, dark colors for sure like a Deep navy blue, a maroon red, and maybe even Silver because all i picture is freddie's sparkly leotards while performing sheer heart attack 😔

-The cover

i Need this album added to my collection 😠 also this cover is Sexey,,, i Love it i love rog's and deaky's 80s hair

-Favorite song

i Adore man on the prowl (just as much as crazy little thing called love honestly), Tear it up (it goes so hard i fuvkwgwjwuhwowgwj), It's a hard life (i need to learn this too 👁👄👁 i fuckening,,, Love this song the beginning of it?? fuck 😔 all of it?? fuck 😔)

-Least favorite song

probably machines or back to humans and is this the world we created

-Underrated track

m a n o n t h e p r o w l, keep passing the open windows, it's a hard life, and maybe even tear it up and hammer to fall because no one talks about it irl it hurts like it never plays on the radio those songs FUCK

-Overrated track

uhm 👁👄👁 radio gaga and i want to break free but i listened to IWTBF while leaving college and radio gaga is one of my favorite roger songs so,,,,,,,,

-And I will give a color that I associate with that album

im thinking,,,, of a Red like the color of freddie's it's a hard life music video outfit,,, im drawing a blank jsgsna this is Hard,,, im thinking of Warmer colors like red, orange, and yellow u know but idk ajgsjaj

[coldheartedmmi]

Oct 2, 2021

I can't believe my life has turned into this i cry every fucken day there is never a day im not upset with myself like what is it with me i can never do something right like i know where not perfect human begins but some have it better then me, i know everyone is at different level in life everyone hides their emotions someone out there can be dealing with your same mindset on the view on the world. We all grow up different and for some we all grow up the same or are thinking and feeling the same as we do know. Writing is the only thing that help me feel free from my overthinking and anxiety it crazy how one little change in your life can either make or fuck up your life, i live day to day thinking to myself im a disappointment i havent done anything to make my parents proud as months pass i start to forget things which them to get mad at me and since im jobless right now im even more a disappointment im the oldest and cant keep a fucked job all becuse my dumb ass has anxiety and is sacred to try no things, and when you dont have the support you expect from the people you love it causes you to lose it cause you cant do anything without people approval and its stupid cause its your life no one others you should be able to do what you want and make yourself happy by you grow up asking for other people opinions and it has caused you to the bitch you are today your afraid of feed back your afraid youll get hurt and being judged but that shouldnt stop you from being you and doing what you love but when you grow up being told to do this dress like this so people could like or so you can fit in it kills you mentally fucked up cause you always want do your best so people around you like you in this world its hard to be liked so i limit my self. I hope all you guys have and amazing life of head of you guys fall your dreams dont let no one i mean nobody break you or your dreams dont let anything affect you just keep on going find something you love get the support you need from your family your main support the people you love that you call family, i wish i could take this advance to the heart and follow it but to fucken hurt to follow what i want i love there nothing i love i lost my excitement for everything video editing, graphic design, photograph, real estate, and there more to come watch because i can't make up my mind the first three things is what i was enjoying to do and make but my family saw it as there no income coming in for those working work in some thing that actually pays good and well the rest is for them so they can be happy of my achievements well i just seat in silence faking a smile wishing i was happy as much as them, all i want is to be happy explore the world make money from anywhere and well it may sound easy but its hard not everyone gets the opportunity to do so. The only achievement i can say that made them proud was graduating from high school with a 4.0 gpa and thats its i never thought i was smart enough to apply to a 4 year college i wasn't even smart enough to go to high school and somehow graduated with that 4.0 gpa i always struggled doing work never would ask for help but because i had that extra help class for students who had a hard time learning teacher would just feel bad and give passing grades. PLZ REMEMBER NO MATTER YOUR ABILITY TO DO THINGS YOU ARE LOVED AND CARED FOR AND EVERYONE ONE IS DIFFERENT WE ALL COME WITH FLAWS PLEASE LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF AND DON'T FORGET ABOUT YOURSELF AND WHO YOU ARE. As I wrote that above I realized I forgot who I was. I'm different from many people. I'm 19 years old and I have a hard time doing simple things. I struggle to read and write and do simple math calculations and I can't count or count money. It's hard for me to remember things. Remember you are loved and cared for believe in yourself and in the people you trust, cause trust is major key and in many cases the people you love and trust the most can be the same people to fuck it all up and lose your trust and if many people do it all at once it fucks with you cuase you learen not to trust anyone

anymore its crazy to hear but in my life right now i really dont trust anyone like i use to i use to tell everyone everything about mylife but as time pass i learned to keep my life secret cause people spread shit and mikx up your words and cuase friends and families to end or lost trust, remember to stay true to yourself dont change for other dont let no best friends or family change you in anyway inorder to be accepted and liked do you, get those tattoos you want, those piercing your family doesnt want to see you in, dress like you want to dress dont let anyone dress you its your body not theres, smoke that weed that people say fuck you up but dont understand that its your safe place where you feel nothing but love and being at home with your peace of mind and most importanly happy with life even its temporary you love the feeling. Good night. I'm not going to bed anytime soon. It's 3am and well I'm just done writing for today.

[ithoughtuknewme]

ANGER

I love my boyfriend, I really do . He's the most caring, supportive and understanding person I have ever known. We have been together for 4 years now and he has always been so patient with me. I know that I can be hard to deal with sometimes because I can be stubborn but he's known me for a total of 8 years and recently I feel like he has been showing me a side of him that shows the most aggressive side of him that it becomes scary. I bring it up at that moment but he doesnt see how bad it is. yesterday was the worst one yet. We went to San Diego for 4th of July as we do every year. We had a great day , had some drinks , played pool. He was drunk and wanted to go to the car to sleep it off for a while before the firework show. Early in the day he said he brought his backpack to put a small bottle for the show for us to enjoy. So we are getting off the car and I mentioned if he was going to bring his backpack he said for what and I told him for what. So he brings it . It's 20 min till the show and we are walking and there was a liquor store along the way. I tell him oh look theres the store and he says no that it'll take too long and why bring his backpack then. the streets were getting crowded and he was in front of me. I told him to slow down cause I was falling behind and he looks at me with anger and goes " well you need to keep up the pace" I'm like wtf. Then I really had to pee and we still have plenty of time I tell him if we can stop somewhere so I can be and at this point he's just fucken pissed. He stops and points to porta potty and kinda of shoves me to him . I had it. I told him to not fucken push me and to leave me the fuck alone. He then goes and walks the opposite direction as we were going and is like fine go. I keep walking and sat by myself. I didnt want to be there anymore. I started to walk to the car when I spotted him standing there waiting for the show. I was fucken upset at this point and went into a bar. Picture this. a young girl sitting alone in a huge bar while everyone was enjoying the firwork show. He didnt text me or anything during the whole show. When the show was over he texted me where I was. I didnt reply. He then texts me he's a pizza parlor. I met some people at the bar and they kinda of made me feel better. He texts me that he's done and I meet up with him. He hands me this small box of pizza for me. At this point I didnt want anything from him. As we are walking I told him I cant believe you left me. He's like , " you left me" and continued walking ahead of me. I was so pissed I threw the box on the floor , he turned around and is like where is the pizza. I toldhim I threw it and he walked back to look for it. I make my way to the car and comes up to me and says something like ," Get the fuck out of my way" I was scared cause he's never cussed at me like that. I get my shit from the car and get out. I'm thinking I cant be in the car with him like that. I called my sister to talk to her and hes blowing up my phone. I finally answer and I let him have it. He wasnt hearing me out. and Im thinking how can i make my way home on an amtrak (we live in LA) Just becuase I was short on money I decided just to get in the car with him. I'm sobbing and can't believe how aggressive he's fucken been. To make things worst he gets an anxiety attack and I fucked up and cut my big toe and its bleeding. I was doen with the night. I just wanted to make it home. the next day I tell him that we need to talk and I try to talk to him about last night and just talk the whole shit out. it doesnt go anywhere. I just leave . Now he wants nothing to do with me and wants to be left alone. wtf did i do? He thinks the way he acted was okay and doesnt see anything wrong with how fucken aggressive he was. Maybe I don't know him as well as I thought I did. I need a break from him.

[geminimoonbeamx]

Winter Wonderland

A/N: A continuation of The Nutcracker. I don’t know why my internal clock has skipped Halloween time hype and has gone straight to Christmas mania but it has. So expect a couple more Christmas smut’s after this one. I’m on a roll, ya’ll

Word Count: 7k… Damnnnn sorry guys. I got carried away.

Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, Oral sex(female receiving)Alcohol consumption. And until I earn to control my sailor like mouth, all of my stories will contain strong language.

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You we’re rushing to finish getting ready. You’d misjudged how long it was going to take setting the decorators on the right path and spent hours meticulously making sure that the garlands around the staircase we’re perfect, tweaking ice sculptures and making sure floral arrangements were up to par. This Christmas party would be one to remember, and you we’re going to make sure everything was perfect.

Aesthetically, at least.

So, after taking up so much of afternoon down in the “show room” with Pepper and the other organizers you’d all but sprinted up to you bedroom. On a race against the clock to make sure you didn’t show up to the party you’d worked so very hard on looking like a total mess. You’d managed to shower, shaving and moisturizing in record time. Then you’d pulled your undergarments up your body, wiggling into the shapewear, huffing as you slid it up over your thick thighs and tummy. It held you nicely, controlling your rolls and making your body appear to be smooth and coke bottle shaped. With large curlers in your hair, making you look both glamorous and ridiculous, you work furiously on your makeup. Blending warm shades into your eyelids, perfecting your skin with foundation. Putting on false lashes that touched your cheeks when you blinked. Bronzing. Highlighting. The whole nine yards.

You we’re known for your girly, overdone ways.

You never really did know how to be “casual”

You slide on your dress, the velvet material gliding against your skin deliciously and admire it in the mirror for a moment. The maroon number is a gorgeous piece of clothing. It’s long sleeved, wrap styled, and came down just below your knees so it gave that elegant vibe, but the high slit up the side revealed enough thigh to keep it fun and modern.

Your sliding on your heels when Bucky walks through the door of your(pretty much shared) bedroom, not bothering to knock. You almost have a heart attack, and demand he make his presence known instead of ninja-ing everywhere.

“Sorry, doll” Bucky chuckles half heartedly as he looks you up and down, his steely eyes take on a predatory glint the more they take in “Christ, baby, you look gorgeous”

He’s never seen you dressed up like this; you appeared like you easily could have just walked in from the 40’s with the way your soft curls are pinned loosely to the side of your head and your make up makes your eyes look even more cat-like then usual. It floors him, to be honest. He tries not to stand there with his mouth hanging open. Tries, and fails.

His praises make you smile, but you ignore him and go to your jewelry counter, scowering it for that one pair of gold chain earrings. You don’t have the time to indulge your insatiable boyfriend right now. He cant tear his eyes away, the way the red velvet material of the dress hugs your figure is something absolutely sinful, especially when you bend over in those strappy heels of yours and the fabric pulls taught across your plump ass.

“Ooof, Bucky!” You protest, as his strong hands, both flesh and vibranium, grip you by the hips, pulling you backwards towards his broad chest.

“Baby, I don’t have time! We were supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago!” You squirm in his grasp, but he’s unyielding as he buries his nose in your hair and nearly salivates.

You we’re wearing that perfume he loved too. The one that made your skin smell like candy. Vanilla laced with little hints of honeysuckle.

“Fuck, Y/N, are you trying to kill me tonight? Is that your plan?” You can feel his hot breath on your ear and it makes you claw at his arm, your cherry red nails digging into his dark suit jacket as you attempted to escape.

“No, It’s actually not. I’m going to need you to show some restraint right now, James. I have to finish getting ready” You scold him, looking him straight in the eye in the reflection on the large, vanity mirror so that he could see you were completely serious. He smirks at your use of his God given name.

“I’m serious, Buck, stop looking at me like that”

“Like what” He gruffs, holding tight to your waist, not breaking eye contact with your reflection. He looks like he might tear your dress off right now, the mischievous determination in his eyes is unnerving. You knew naughty Bucky; the man who’d reach up your skirt in a crowd, who’d pin you against the nearest wall and whisper things to you that would make the devil himself blush. You had no time for this side of him, at least not right now.

You push on his arms until he lets you spin in them, lets you face him. You pull up your big girl panties, determined not to let him hypnotize you with that gaze of his. And you knew just the way to get him to back off.

“Like you want to ruin all my hard work. Puddin’, you know I’ve been so excited for this” Your eyes go big and doe like, your voice drops a couple notches but raises a couple octaves “Let’s go enjoy this party, kay?”

He sighs. You really do play dirty. Your cartoon like pout never fails- you know he cant deny you anything when you look at him like this. His forehead drops to yours in resignation and you grin triumphantly.

You win, again. As usual. The man really was wrapped all the way around your finger.

“If you’re a good boy tonight, maybe I’ll let you open one of your Christmas presents early” You whisper to him, your tone sultry and promising before you press a quick kiss to his nose and yank yourself out of his dazed arms.

“There they are” You grab the earrings you’d been looking for and slip them on, leaving your semi hard boyfriend frozen in his place.

“You’re an evil woman” He accuses, looking like a kicked puppy dog.

“You’re in love with me” you singsong in return, still rushing around the room in a flurry. Bucky shakes his head, he cant deny that one.

The party is stunning, and as you walk through the foyer, your fingers laced with Bucky’s you fill a swell of pride in your stomach.

The Avengers “First Annual Winter Wonderland” charity bash is everything you and Pepper had dreamed up and more. It was elegant, and classy but still looked homey- the atmosphere warm. Shades of gold and silvers decked out every surface, clashing beautifully with the crimson accents and large pine trees. Everything twinkled, the effect of “ice” and “snow” really shown through.

You looked over at Bucky, waggling your eyebrows, a proud look on your face.

“Wow, doll. You really out did yourself” He commends, chuckling at how pleased with yourself you look. “I guess I can forgive you for runnin’ me up the fucken’ walls for these past few weeks. Your party turned out nice enough”

The thunk of you swatting his shoulder comes after his smartalick comment, but your chuckle follows it.

“Are you already starting crap? Isn’t it a little early for you to be such a pain in the neck?” Steve comes up to the two of you, looking sharp in his button down. Sharon is right beside him, her hair falling in polished waves. You’ve never seen her not in her usual work attire- so the dress she has on makes you do a double take.

Well god damn, get it Steve.

“Ha-ha. You decidin’ to come down of your Cap'in issued high horse and join the rest of us commoners tonight?” Bucky retorts, amused at Steve’s language choice, clapping his hand to his best friend shoulder. You roll your eyes fondly at the two. This was constant. They we’re such children. Before turning your attention to Sharon and telling her that her dress was to die for.

Us girls have got to stick together, was your life mantra.

The party is far from small; there’s at least a hundred plus people and even though Bucky has come a long way from his reclusive Bulgaria days, it’s still a little much for him. He sticks to either yours or Steve’s side, mingling cordially with the crowds of people. He was an Avenger, it came with the territory, so he knew he had to. No matter how much he didn’t want to.

“Baby I’m going to go check on Tony and Pepper” You whisper to him as you untangle your hand. You had your own rounds to make, and you didn’t want to force him too far out of his comfort zone. “I’ll be right back”

Bucky nods, not really wanting you to leave him, but he’s a grown man who knows his girls got a job to do so he kisses you on he cheek and tells you to “handle your business”

How you love him.

Bucky’s eyes are glued to your backside as you walk away, never leaving the sway of your hips until you disappear into the crowd

He hates to see you leave, but damn, does he love to watch you go.

Steve notices his friends staring and shakes his head “Come on, bud. Let’s go make our rounds. People magazine is over there, the want to give you a quick interview about making their 2017 ‘Most Beautiful list’”

Funniest part is, Steve wasn’t kidding. Bucky groans, desperately wishing that he could get drunk. All of this would be so much easier if he wasn’t forced to go through it sober. Screw his super soldier enhanced abilities. He’d give up super strength in a minute in return for being able to drink a beer and actually feel the after effects.

“I need a drink” He grumbles, his face sour. Lips turned down as he fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest.

Bing.

The idea pops into Steve’s head and he truly thinks he’s a genius…well maybe not so much because it just occurred to him now…Still super smart though…

“Steve?” Sharon questions him, one of her thinly manicured eyebrows raised at the look on her dates face.

“Hey, Buck, Thor’s at this party, huh?”

Bucky turns to look at his friend, feeling confused as Sharon looks “Yeah, why?”

“Let’s go find him”

You’ve been trying to find away to politely exit the conversation you’ve been trapped in with the ambassadors of both Bahrain and Denmark, talking politics at a Christmas party really wasn’t how you’d planned on spending your night. Still, you force a smile and add witty comments every now and then as you sip on your second spiked egg-nog cocktail.

When you finally find your way back to your side of the party, where your friends and colleagues- who all happened to be the same people we’re your happily tipsy. Definitely not drunk. Not even close. But buzzing pleasantly.

“Well look who finally made a jail break” Natasha greets you as you approach and you fight the urge to flip her off. Mostly everyone’s gathered at a couple of the tables that have been pushed together. Laughter is ringing the loudest from this area of the room. Clint, Laura, Tony, Pepper and Rhodey sit on one side. Followed by Thor and Bruce, who have been extremely close since their little trip to Asgard, then Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sharon and Bucky. Nat’s sitting next to Maria and they’re shit talking the head of the CIA. Scott’s there too, face down on the table. Sam’s at the buffet table chatting up a pretty brunette.

“Yeah, with no help from you. You’re such a great friend, Romanoff” You snipe at her and she holds up her hands, her green eyes laughing before turning back to Hill.

“There’s my best girl!” Bucky’s voice is too loud, booming joyously and you shoot him a glance, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you down, unceremoniously rough, into his lap.

“Bucky!” You hiss at him, trying to straighten yourself a bit, your cheeks tinging red. No one at the table even blinked but you still felt a little weird sitting your fat ass on your boyfriend in public.

He has you spread over both of his thighs, too. Almost bridal style, his metal arm cradling your back. Cuddling you to him

“I missed you. You’ve been gone forever” The slur in his voice is noticeable “You said you’d be right back”

Why does he sound like that?

You grab him by his freshly shaven chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes for a moment.

Searching.

Your e/c eye’s scan his icy, unfocused ones and you almost gasp at what you find.

“Holy fuck, are you drunk?”

He sniggers at this, lazily, through his nose and nods.

“Your boyfriends sloshed” Tony comments from across the table, slurring his own words heavily.

What the hell had happened? You’d been gone for forty five minutes, tops, and you come back and everyone’s shitfaced? How had Bucky even gotten drunk? You two had been trying different ways to get him inebriated for months. Whole cases of beer. Vodka. That one time you’d tried to keep up with him as he threw back tequila shots and he’d ended up carrying you to your room because you’d completely blacked out…then it dons on to you and your head snaps in Thors’ direction.

He gives you a sheepish grin and holds out the flask of Asgardian hell to you.

“You didn’t” You look down at your boyfriend who just laughs again, before pressing his face into your neck.

“Would you care for a shot, Lady Y/N?” Thor offers “Most everyone else has. You’re the one who stresses the very importance of team bonding”

“No I would not care for a shot, thank you very much” you would never willingly ingest even a drop of that vile liquid ever again “Last time I drank that I woke up two days later on my bathroom floor”

As you take in the faces of your friends, you can clearly see that almost all of them have decided to be lush’s and partake in the idiocy.

“You too, Steve?” You groan, his face is flushed from the liquor and he keeps reaching over to whisper into Sharon’s ear.

“Hey, Bucky’s always been a very talented peer pressurer!” Steve defends himself, hiccupping in between the sentence and you just shake your head, laughing at the hilarity of it all.

Clint’s head is on Laura’s shoulder and he’s looking at her as though she’s Aphrodite in the flesh. Bruce and Thor have started to arm wrestle. Wanda looks dazed, when you ask her if she’s okay she breaks out into a fit of giggles. Scott doesn’t even look like he’s breathing.

And Bucky,

Well he’s nuzzling his head deeper and deeper into your chest, the prickle of his chin against your most sensitive skin makes you jump a little bit and you place a hand on his hair, trying to urge him away from you.

“Bucky”

“This dress is so soft. Holy shit, what is this even made out of?” He runs his face all along the front of the dress and you wonder if he knows just how extremely inappropriate it looks. He’s all but motor-boating you, at a party full of government officials. And SHIELD agents, Celebrities. Publicity…

“You’ve gotta stop, mister” you urge him, going to stand up.

Him and that stupid strong death grip of his.

“Uh, uh Y/N last time I let you go you we’re gone forever” Bucky whines in protest, holding on to you tight.

Huh, so this is what your boyfriend was like drunk? Needy. You couldn’t complain, if you were being totally honest you loved it when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but it just wasn’t the place for it.

“I’m going to go ten feet over to the buffet table and make you a plate of food so you can sober up a little bit, okay?” You reason.

“I’ll go with you”

“No, baby, just stay here. Look, you can literally see me. I’ll be right back” You laugh as you detach yourself from the overgrown man child and click over to the table, intending on loading him up a carb, bread filled plate.

You we’re happy he was enjoying himself, but you knew how gnarly the effects of that drink could be and you wanted to makesure you didn’t end up with a blacked out Bucky at the end of the night.

When you look over and see him taking yet another shot from the Asgardian flask you close your eyes and breathe through your nose. Yup. This night, was going to be a long one.

You pop one of the mini quiches into your mouth, as you finish loading Bucks plate up with every thing you knew he’d like- making sure to stay away from anything that looks particularly spicy.

“Here you go” you set the plate and water infront of him and he looks up at you with a dopey smile.

“Give me some sweetness, sugar” he puckers his lips up at you, his hands reaching for your waist “your too good to me”

You manage to evade being pulled back into his lap, opting instead for the seat beside him. He pouts but slings his arm across the back of your chair as he makes a dent in his plate.

You know this game, have danced this dance before. You’d been around this group while they were drunk countless times before. Tony got- well more Tony-er. Annoying arrogant and Rhodey was telling glory stories that you’d heard a thousand times, but you still listened intently because you know how his feelings got hurt when people ignored them.

Little brawler from Brooklyn Steve had come out to play and he was getting real invested in those arm wrestling matches. Him and Bucky had gone at it for a good fifteen minutes, both super soldiers amped up and evenly matched. You happen to know Buck let Steve win, you see it when it happens and you squeeze his hand in praise under the table for him being a good friend. Peter comes over, claiming “I get winner!” And pins Steves arm in five seconds flat. Highlight of the night is Steves face after that to be honest.

Natasha is making a rotation, flirting with everyone at the table, her energy amped up to a thousand.

“Stop staring at me, Nat!” You laugh as you feel her eyes burn holes into the side your your face. She’d been extremely touchy, as usual and you couldn’t wait to tease her about it in the morning.

She had a tendancy to get very lesbihonest with you when she drank.

“You really do have a goregous profile, you know that, Y/N” her voice is filled with admiration as she reaches over to smooth a flyaway strand hair away from your face. You didn’t even flinch from her touch, she was one of your closest friends and you were used to her drunken flirting with everything that walks.

“That’s what I’ve been telling her!” Bucky interrupted before you could reply, his voice filled with a ridiculous amount of pride “Could be a poster girl if she wanted to. My baby dolls such a dime piece”

You roll your eyes at the both of them.

“You guys are drunkkkk” you stress the end of the sentance with a laugh.

“No, Y/N. You really are so pretty” your surprised to hear that come from Laura “And the kids absolutely adore you. They can’t stop talking about you! Lila said she wanted us to adopt you so that you could come live on the farm”

You place a hand on your heart and your face scrunched up with the flood of love you have for those Barton kids. You wished they were down here instead of upstairs with the sitter.

“My heart” you accuse “I love those children”

You turn to Bucky then “I’m going to leave you to go live on the farm with my new adoptive parents, okay?” You tease him and he gives you a dangerous little smirk in response.

“Doll, if you think your ever going anywhere without me, your nuts” he informs you, simply. As though it was a fact, not a statement. Anyone else would have just thought it was a joke, but you could hear the undertone of it. See that possessive gleam in his eyes. The one that makes you all hot and fluttery every time.

You adjust in your seat, your thighs clamping together as you do. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he reaches over. Looking like he’s just kissing your hair. Innocently enough.

But his breath is in your ear, close and quiet enough so that only you can hear “You gushin in your panties for me, yet?”

You pull your head away, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of the cocktail. You’d been forced to deal with him and his insanely dirty mouth before, you knew how to handle it. Even if it did have your insides twisting in anticipation, you could keep a cool demeanor.

“Nope” you pop the 'p’ as you rebuff him. That makes him grin, his chin dropping to your shoulder.

“Liar” he challenges knowingly. He knows you, knows your body. Knows the pretty pair of panties you have on are probably dampening, even though you swear your a good girl, even though you try to deny it. He can only laugh at the death glare you shoot him, patting your thigh with his huge palm before he straightens back up.

Uh oh. You think. Drunk Bucky is a dangerous Bucky.

It goes on like that for the duration of the night, the drunk Avengers are definitely an interesting sight to behold and you have a feeling there’s going to be a couple of articles about this in upcoming magazines. But nothing too major or scandalous happens. No, it’s a genuinely good time, just like you had hoped it would be.

You’ve never seen Bucky so…carefree at such a big social event. He’s laughing boisterously and cracking jokes with everyone. His New York accent is thick and prominent and his smile is extremely dimpled.

And…he’s more handsy then you ever could of imagined. You literally can’t fight him. Every time you stop him, he’s somewhere else. His prosthetic fingers trailing up your thigh, under your dress. His flesh ones toying with the neckline of it, skin touching skin as he pushes his boundaries. And he does it casually, keeping up his animated drunk conversations.

The thing about that Asgardian liquor is it creeps up on you, you remember. One minute your feeling fine and warm and chatty. The next? Your literally two seconds from throwing up, the room spinning as you re-evaluate your life choices.

Bucky leans heavily into you, shifting so that you can cradle his head on the table and you know it’s starting to catch up with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good-” he yawns largely and loudly “I’m just startin’ to get a little tired, that’s all”

“The room starting to spin?” You ask him as you stroke his hair. He’s practically purring. Your big fluffy kitten in your lap. He was never like this in public, this sort of exchange was usually saved for the privacy of your room.

“Mmm, Is’ not so bad, I’ve been drunker. I was in the army, remember, shug?”

You love his accent the way it is when he’s drunk. All raspy and smooth. It’s music to your ears and you wished he’d talk like this more often.

“I love you” you surprize him as you press a kiss to his temple.

“I love you too”

“You guys are sickening” Tony grimaces “no seriously, like teeth rottingly, stomachaching sickening”

You just roll your eyes and continue stroking Bucky’s hair.

Pepper swats his arm “Don’t be rude, if anything you should be taking notes, Anthony Stark”

“Yeah, take notes, motherfucker” you taunt and Bucky barks in laughter.

“Y/N” even in Steves near incoherent state he can still manage to use his Captian tone “You really do have one of the worst mouths I’ve ever heard. And I grew up in Brooklyn, so that’s sayin’ something”

“Leave my girl alone” Bucky gallantly defends you…except for its a jumbled mutter because his face is pressed deep into your arm.

You detirmine it’s time to call it a night when the floods of people have left and it’s only the intimate group of those who inhabited this tower left.

Bucky hadn’t raised his head in ages and you were sure he was asleep. You weren’t far behind him, the long day you’d had finally taking its toll.

“Whose down for pictionary?” Tony proposes and when everyone agrees you know to make your exit. Last time there was a game of drunk pictionary it had almost ended in a three way brawl between Steve, Thor and Maria.

“I think we’re going to start heading out” you know your going to get shit for it but you don’t care. You want relief from your pinching heels, out of the restricting spanx.

“Come on Y/N. I know your man’s a hundred but you aren’t” Sam jests, nursing a beer and a bruised ego. That leggy brunette had opted not to stay the night- and held spent all night chasing her.

“Screw off Sam” Bucky, who apparently wasn’t knocked out spits at Sam and you chuckle before starting to move to get up, pulling him with you.

“We’re going to ride up with you, Nathaniel gets fussy throughout the night” Clint and Laura stand too.

After dealing with a barraging of “you sucks” and “come on you guys” you and Bucky begin the journey to your room. His arms are wrapped around you from behind and he leans down, chin on your head, causing the two of you to do this weird little penguin shuffle.

“Bucky I can barley walk!” You laugh at him “Your too heavy for this kind of shit!”

“Hey, you said you loved my body!” he feigns hurt and Clint snorts so hard it echoes in the small elevator.

The ride to the floor Clint and Laura are on is pleasant. You chat with the older couple idly. About the kids and the impending Christmas Eve. The ding signals that you’ve reached their floor.

You and Laura kiss cheeks and Clint claps both yours and Bucky’s shoulders as they exit.

“Use protection, kids aren’t as much fun as they seem!” Clint advises, the resonating smack Laura gives his head is the last thing you hear before the doors close again.

Everybody’s significant other’ getting slapped up tonight.

You peek at Bucky who’s sniggering to himself. He really was a giggly, happy drunk.

“Little does he know we haven’t used protection like ever” you roll your eyes. You and Bucky had never used condoms, you’d hurried to get on the pill after you two had become sexually active. Neither of you the biggest latex fans

“Mmm thank god. You know I hate rubbers” he kisses the shell of your ear. He’s bold tonight, all of his inhibitions gone away with his sobriety and you squeek when his hands plane down your body fast to grab the boson of your dress and roughly yank it up.

“Bucky” you gasp as his flesh fingers trail over your teddy covered stomach, quickly descending downwards between your legs. He’d never been so forward- so reckless.

“Fuck” he hisses as his fingers find your sweet spot, he can feel the saturation that’s collected in the outside or the lace “I knew it”

You know there’s no use in pushing him away so you cling to his metal arm what’s slung around your middle, holding you up as his fingers being to furiously work at you. Usually there’s a slow build up, he’ll go slow. Take his time. Tease you, but tonight there’s none of that. He forces you to spread your legs and lean back into his chest and as he slips his hand inder the lace. The tight material and your thighs hug his knuckles as he rubs your clit at a furious pace.

The sounds you make resemble choking as he roughly, but nimbly maneuvers you little ball of nerves.

“Feel good?” He puffs in your ear and you just nod. Fuck yeah, it feels good. There’s no warning when he slams his fingers in you, two at once. Your walls stretch around the digets and you let out a small scream. He doesn’t even give you the time to adjust, he just starts pumping them at a pace that matched the way he’d been with your clit. Unforgiving. Your thighs begin to shake and your knees go weak as you claw at his bicep, your head lolling from side to side againts his sharp collar bone. Your already so close, the speed at which he impales you with his fingers makes your brain foggy and your eyes are almost crossing.

The elevator dings- you’ve reached your floor and his hand slips back out of your underwear. You spin in his arms and lean up, crashing your mouth to his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders trying frantically to pull him closer. He just reaches down, grabbing at the back of your thighs and lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Before Bucky- this wasn’t a scenario you could have ever even imagined happening. A man, picking you up with no trouble and carrying you to your bed? No, not with your derrière. But with Bucky’s enhanced strength he’d reassured your nervous mind on many occasions that he could and would continue to carry you.

He even holds you up with one arm, the vibranium one, as he types the code into the keypad. Your not making it easy for him, with the way your kissing all over his face, all teeth and tongue. You nip at jaw, biting the taught, sharp flesh and bone like you were always dying to before salving it with your tongue.

It’s all fun and lust fueled games until Bucky stumbles drunkenly and almost sends you both tumbling to the ground. Somehow me manages to catch himself, your back thudding againts the wall as he uses it to resteady himself.

There’s a terse, silent moment before you both look at eachother and the small, guilty giggle he releases makes you bust into a fit of laughter.

“Oh my gosh, you are so wasted” you shake your head at him, starting to shimmy out of his arms. He was too drunk, you concur in that moment. Too drunk to continue, even if he had worked you up.

“Y/N” he whinely protests as you command he let you down.

“Nope, you’re so drunk I highly doubt you could even keep it up-” you start as your heels hit the ground and you pull away from his embrace.

“Is that a challenge?” The glint in Bucky’s eyes is sharp and playful.

“Listen I’m going to go get changed for bed, you should too” you give him a melodramatic pat on his shoulder before your walking away from him and into your large shared closet. Bucky collapses heavily into your bed, grumbling about “evil woman. Beautiful fuckinf evil woman”

There truly is nothing better then putting on a pair of pajamas after being constricted for som many hours. Taking off your makeup is almost orgasmic, you groan delightfully as you pull off the false lashes.

The freedom.

When you renter the bedroom Bucky’s still in a heap on the end of your bed, but he’s managed to kick off his shoes and dress pants. So that he’s still completely clothed from the waist up, blazer and everything. It’s honestly the most ridiculously cute thing you’ve ever seen.

You manage to grab your phone and snap a stealthy picture, vowing to yourself that it’s definitely your new screen saver.

You crawl into the large bed, planing your hand gently over his cheek. He looks pretty conked out and you know that there’s no way your going to be able to maneuver the bear of a man.

“Bucky?”

His eyes shift under his eyelids “Hmm, doll-face?”

“You good down here or you want to finish getting changed and come up here with me?”

You make your way up the bed and slink under the layers of blankets, waiting for Bucky to make his move.

He’s sedentary for a moment but then shifts upwards and manages to literally rip off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. He sways for a moment before walking on his knees and then collapsing on top of the blankets, on top of you.

“Unf” he knocks the breath out of you “Come on, Buck”

He just nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, breathing you in deeply. “You smell good enough to eat”

“Bucky” your tones warning,

“Is that what I should do? Eat you? Will you let me?” He starts pecking down your face, chin, neck.

“Bu-ucky” your voice wavers as his kisses descend. “At least get into the covers with me. Please” you pull the blankets open and he gives you a goofy grin before climbing into the cozy warmth next to you. You expect him to nuzzle into your side like he normally does but he quickly disappears out of sight under the thick duvet.

It’s all open mouthed kisses from there, he’s sucking savagely on every inch of skin he can reach, leaving hot wet trails in his wake. His fingers greedily slide along your thighs, grabbing and digging into the supple flesh. He’s being so rough, so careless. It makes your head spin a little.

“Babe” you try to center him, your fingers winding into his hair and pulling it from the little knot it’d been tamed into for the night. He doesn’t respond, his mouth is too occupied.

He nips roughly at your stomach, his teeth sinking into the flesh and you gasp in shock.

“I love your tummy. I can’t wait til’ it’s filled with my babies one day. Isn’t that what you want, for me to fill you up?”

Oh shit, he’s never talked about things like this with you before. Sure, you’d both mention kids briefly but never anything this deep. You don’t know what to say, your words get caught in your throat.

Your brain is swimming with thoughts of little Bucky’s running around when his hands go to your knees and wrench then open. As far as your pelvis will allow them to stretch. It’s a little painful, the muscles scream in protest and you try to close your legs but he doesn’t let you.

“Buck-”

“I fucking love the smell of your pussy” he interrupts you as he presses his face into your your pajama shorts covered core, nose first. You shiver at the contact. “I love the way the room smells after I fuck you. You remember how I came into your office the other day and fingered you?”

You nod, but then remember he can’t see you cause he’s buried under the covers and croak out a “yeah”

“I couldn’t stop smelling my fingers all day. Even after I sucked you off of them, I could still smell you all day long” your stomach tightens at his drunken words, at the image of him descretly bringing his fingers to his nose through out that day. Your too busy day dreaming, when he licks a fat wet stripe up the inseam of your shorts

Your eyes shut tightly and you bite your bottom lip.

He does you dirty, licking you from outside your shorts til the material is sopping wet from both his saliva and your juices. All you want is his mouth on your clit and he won’t give it you you.

“Bucky please”

“Please what, pretty girl? Please fuck you with my tongue?” You huff, frustrated and give the roots of his hair a quick, firm tug.

“Don’t be mean to me!”

He chuckles directly into your core and the vibrations shoot electricity through your thighs

“You’re such a brat” he chastises adoringly before he tugs your shirts off your legs, roughly, moving your body around at his will like a sack of potatoes. You’re about to tell him off for it when he connects his mouth to you, his lips sucking your labia. Hard.

You sigh and throw your head back into the pillows.

Drunk Bucky is a pussy eating champ. He literally devours you, with a vigor you’d never experienced from him before. He’s burying his face in you, and you know the whole lower half of it has to be drenched. He uses a lot more teeth too, and you literally think he’s trying to eat you. It’s such an intensely odd sight- or lack there of. He’s still buried burried under the duvet, which shakes and rises with his movements.

“Baby” you squeal, your chest rising and falling with labored pants as his face moves quickly from side to side, the squelching wet sound it makes is driving you insane. Your fingers are threaded in his hair holding tight, but letting him have the reigns.

The sounds your making, the desperate little cries urge him on and he uses one hand to whip the blanket off of him, hating the depression it brings. Needing to see what he was doing you you. He gazes up as he noses your clit. Past the curve of your stomach to your pillow like breasts that are straining through the thin camisole you have on to your face. Your eyes are screwed shut and your mouth is agape, your lips stretched as you make sounds that sound almost ceremonial.

“Look at me” it’s half way between a command and a plea and your eyes crack open into dazed slits as you rivet down to him.

Now there’s a sight. James Buchanan Barnes head is cradled between your large thighs, his bright eyes are staring up at you as his tongue laps at your clit.

You sob. Literally and one of your hands go to pinch at your over sensitive nipples as the other goes to stroke his wild dark locks tenderly.

It’s a surreal moment, with the pleasure that he’s overwhelming you with and the way it seems to stop time-

“Oh fuck” you whine as it all becomes too much and your stomach knots painfully, every muscle in your body seems to strain and you buck wildly into his mouth, to which he responds by wrapping his arms around your thighs. Attempting to hold you steady.

When you cum, you swear you think you black out. Your ears blow and your eyes go blurry and unfocused-fuck even your pussy goes numb for a second; even though you can feel the movement of his head between your legs as he continues to eat away, it feels hollow.

“I fucking love you, I love you so much” Bucky mumbles inside of you. Your thick thighs clamp vice like around his head and he allows it, loving the way you drown out the rest of the world for him.

When you come back down, when your body regains sensation your instantly pushing him away, your hips retreating desperately as you try to get away from his lashing tongue and it’s assault to your overstimulated clit.

“James please” you cry, pulling his hair “Bucky, stop, it hurts”

That gets him, and even though he’s dying to keep going he pulls his mouth away. Giving each of your quivering inner thighs a sloppy kiss before he climbs off of you.

You still look a little hazy and blessed out, even as your chest starts to settle and your heart beat stops skipping. That was the the BEST head you had ever received, and Bucky had gone down on you dozens of time before.

“You okay, YN?” He questions as he trails a finger deli story down your hairline because you still haven’t spoken and your mouth is still hanging open. His inherited brain jumps from worst case scenario to the next. Shit, he had really hurt you. He’d lost control between your legs- “Baby look at me, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

The panicked laced voice he gives you makes your eyes snap to his “Hey, no, I’m okay. I’m better then okay, Bucky, Jesus Christ- that was amazing”

You coo as you roll closer to him, rubbing his arm in reassurance. Bucky looks- fuck he looks like a dream. Which his swollen mouth and his hair that’s sticking up in all directions from your hands. His chin gleams with your juices, and it makes your mouth salivate.

You press your lips againts his, you can feel him smile into the kiss as you lick at his lips that are coated with your flavor.

“Mmm, remind me to let you drink with Thor more often” you separate from him and rest your head on his broad chest.

It’s serene for a moment, you reveling in the shocks of post orgasmic afterglow and him-spinning, the Asgardian mead messing with his senses before he shoves you off of him and rushes to the bathroom.

“Bucky?!”

The sounds of vicious retching fills your ears as he vomits and you shake your head, sliding on your shorts and going to hold your super soldier boyfriends hair.

You grin even though you know you shouldn’t, he’s going to have one hell of a hangover.

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Welp- it is 100 PERCENT CANNON in my head that Bucky loves eating pussy and drunk Bucky? He’s a whole other breed. I’m going to be writing a few more of these Christmas smuts over the next couple of months so keep an eye out for them! Leave me some feedback! And reblog so all the other freaky, Christmas lovers can feel the cheer!

[doggonneit]

The Last Red Scribble | Part 1/2

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing/Characters: Kuroo/Tsukishima

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Single Parent AU

A.N. This is a part of the KuroTsuki Gift Exchange 2017, written for @moonislander on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

Italics is Tsukishima. Bold is Kuroo.

[Read on AO3]

Monday PM

(2:33) I’m about to slam my head into the wall. (2:33) Tobio got into another fight. (2:34) He’s fucking five, how does he keep picking fights.  

(2:35) what a champ

(2:35) What the fuck, Akiteru. (2:35) You’re not supposed to say that.

(2:36) wrong number bud but legit (2:36) tobios got a future in cage fighting (2:36) whos tobio

(2:38) Oh, sorry. Wrong number.

(2:40) well dont leave me hanging (2:40) i need to know who to put my money on in the future

(2:41) Don’t make this weirder than it already is.

(2:41) :)))))

(2:42) Tobio’s my son.

(2:43) are you an old man (2:43) is that why you started texting me (2:44) STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER

(2:45) What the fuck, no. (2:46) I messed up my brother’s new number. (2:46) Evidently.  

(2:46) eviDENTly (2:47) arent you all smart and proper (2:47) thats how i like em

(2:49) Are you seriously flirting with me over text? (2:49) You don’t know stranger danger at all. (2:50) I don’t have time for this.  

(2:53) :((((( (2:55) come back

(2:56) I have to deal with my son.

(2:56) what an adulty adult (2:57) tell tobio hes a fucken champ

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Tuesday AM

(7:22) sooo (7:22) i know your brothers name and your sons name (7:22) but not your name

(7:25) …

(7:25) hint hint

(7:26) Have you seen the latest stranger danger campaign? (7:26) It’s got your face all over it.  

(7:27) you think youre being funny but my mates crack jokes about my ugly mug making children cry (7:28) would tobio cry if he ever saw me

(7:30) He doesn’t even know what you look like.

(7:31) *image attached*

(7:34) I really don’t have time for this. I’m getting Tobio ready for school.

(7:35) if life were a party youd be the clown that sucks all the fun away (7:35) XP

(7:36) Why are you making that face?

(7:36) you hurt my feelings so im sticking my tongue out at you

(7:38) No-one uses that emoji for hurt feelings.

(7:39) i just did (7:39) XP (7:39) oh look i just did it again (7:39) XP (7:39) and again look at me go

(7:42) All right, all right, I’ll ask. (7:44) Tobio says you look like you killed a cat.  

(7:44) how does someone even look like that (7:44) your son needs glasses (7:45) what do you think then (7:45) smouldering eyes wicked grin (7:45) admit it im pretty

(7:46) Yeah, pretty atrocious. (7:46) What’s with that hair?

(7:47) HI THIS IS KUROOS BEST FREIDN FOERVER BOKUTO PLS DONT METNION HIS BEHDEAD IT MAKES HM SELF CONSCOIUS

(7:47) Aww. Is Kuroo sulking now?

(7:47) sajfkdsjp (7:47) asdffhajlkkasdfghijkl

(7:48) I feel like I should be concerned. (7:50) I am actually concerned.  

(7:51) how do i get rid of a body

(7:51) What.

(7:51) how do i (7:51) get rid of (7:51) a body

(7:51) Cook him and serve him to the police who knock on your door asking for his whereabouts.

(7:52) babe thats brilliant (7:52) youre a committed accomplice now

(7:52) On a scale of 1-10, how often do you hit on nameless and faceless strangers over the phone?

(7:52) 1 (7:53) its only ever been you (7:53) *heart emoji*

(7:53) I’m flattered.

(7:53) we have a dilemma (7:54) you know my name and my face (7:54) ive lost the advantage (7:54) who are you o mysterious phone man

(7:54) You really want to know?

(7:55) yes!!

(7:55) Well (7:55) My name is (7:55) *middle finger emoji*  

(7:56) i am (7:56) fucking betrayed (7:56) my own accomplice

(7:57) :)))))

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Wednesday PM

(4:17) *image attached* (4:17) fight gloves for tobio when he grows up lololol

(4:20) Don’t even joke about that.

(4:21) did he get into another fight (4:21) whatd he do steal another kids party pie

(4:22) He ruined someone’s sandcastle.

(4:22) that punk

(4:22) He also threw the bucket at their head and made them cry.

(4:23) holy shit (4:23) i know you cant see but im pissing myself laughing

(4:23) That’s the second time this month. (4:24) Is he going for a new record? How concerned should I be? (4:24) I should ask my brother for advice.  

(4:24) okay but in all seriousness (4:25) dont kids usually act out because theyre upset about things

(4:26) Yep.

(4:26) you sound like you know whats going on

(4:27) Yep.  

(4:27) is the thing not an easy fix

(4:28) Tobio can’t exactly move back into his old neighbourhood and old school.

(4:28) ohhh (4:28) i get that totally been there (4:29) though that happened to me in middle school so i handled it differently

(4:30) You mean you didn’t stomp on sandcastles and throw buckets at people’s heads? (4:30) Shocking.  

(4:31) real mature of me ayy (4:31) but its chill tobio just needs time to adjust

(4:32) He’s been living with me for four months already.

(4:33) hes trying to survive a new environment (4:33) go easy on him

(4:35) All good and well until he accidentally kills one of his classmates.

(4:35) what could he possibly do (4:35) nah dont answer that

(4:36) You’re not inspiring much confidence right now.

(4:37) okay hows this (4:38) the most dangerous thing in a school is a pencil (4:38) if he stabs it through someones eye (4:38) what are the chances of a five year old having that good of an aim

(4:39) We could be surprised.

(4:40) lets give tobio the benefit of the doubt (4:40) have i brought your fears to rest or nah

(4:50) You’re interesting to talk to, I’ll give you that.

(4:50) is that why youve kept talking to me despite the anonymous and rather suspicious nature of our relationship

(4:50) Sure.

(4:51) *heart eyes emoji*

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Thursday PM

(6:44) ive been thinking

(6:46) Make sure you give yourself a break every ten minutes. We wouldn’t want to strain your mental capabilities.

(6:47) hush child i got something to say (6:47) about tobio sort of

(6:48) I’m listening.

(6:49) so yesterdays conversation made me go all introspective (6:49) and if all tobios doing is throwing things (6:50) the lil guy will go far in life (6:50) i mean when i was five i was eating sand

(6:51) Congratulations, you just tripped over the lowest bar society set for its most basic standards.

(6:51) savage i love it (6:52) bokuto just called me a masochist (6:52) he doesnt even know what that means i bet he learned it from akaashi

(6:54) … (6:55) Who’s Akaashi?  

(6:55) the most beautiful man to grace the earth and bokutos boyfriend (6:55) im not even kidding his face was sculpted by gods (6:56) *image attached*

(6:57) Wow.

(6:57) exactly (6:57) no one knows how bokuto snagged him (6:58) my moneys on witchcraft

(6:59) Have a little more faith in your Best Freidn Foerver.

(6:59) hes my best bro but he does NOT have that much game

(6:59) You misspelled Best Freidn Foerver.

(7:00) all right he types like an electrocuted toddler (7:00) hes there for me during the good bad and ugly (7:00) and i support him 100% (7:01) but theres no logical explanation for how he got akaashi

(7:01) Maybe he has charm.

(7:02) gasp (7:02) babe (7:02) did you just imply i dont have any charm

(7:03) I didn’t say anything of the sort but it’s an apt description.

(7:03) you really are a savage (7:04) totally my type just saying

(7:05) For all you know I’m a sixty year old man with whiskers and a pot belly.

(7:05) im a personality kinda guy anyway (7:05) so what do you look like

(7:07) Shh.

(7:07) ?

(7:07) Can you hear that?

(7:07) ??

(7:08) Stranger danger.

(7:08) DUDE COME ON (7:08) or are you actually a sixty year old man with whiskers and a pot belly (7:08) because no judgement if you are

(7:10) *image attached*

(7:11) holy shit (7:11) HOLYS HIT (7:11) AJGSFAJKALHHJKKKLLLL

(7:13) Uh. (7:14) Hello? (7:15) Are you there? (7:18) I’m actually kind of worried now.  

(7:20) Hi, this is Akaashi. Kuroo’s fine; he’s muttering to himself on the floor. (7:21) Something about being sculpted by gods and touched by angels?

(7:22) What the fuck.

(7:22) Nice selfie :)

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Friday PM

(9:28) arms (9:28) abs (9:28) legs (9:28) sore

(9:31) Do I really want to know? (9:31) No, I don’t.  

(9:32) :( (9:32) i experienced life death and hell all in the same day

(9:33) Now I can’t not know.

(9:33) i had vball training for a match next week and it was torture (9:33) and when we thought it was done no (9:34) we had practice matches with alumni and it was torture round two (9:34) then i had coaching which i usually love (9:34) but the kids kept spiking balls at me (9:35) 10 POINTS IF YOU HIT HIS BODY 50 POINTS IF YOU HIT HIS HEAD 100 POINTS IF YOU HIT HIS NOSE

(9:36) You play volleyball?

(9:37) thats all you took from that

(9:37) I used to play volleyball in high school.

(9:37) wait are you serious (9:37) what position??

(9:38) Middle blocker.

(9:38) me too!! (9:38) what are the chances of us both playing vball and being middle blockers (9:39) this is destiny i feel it

(9:40) That was another lifetime ago lol.

(9:40) once a vball player always a vball player (9:40) how tall are you

(9:41) 195cm, why?

(9:43) 195 and yOU DONT PLAY VBALL (9:43) this is a crime (9:44) tell me tobio plays vball

(9:45) I... don’t think he’s ever tried it?

(9:46) the outrage (9:46) how could you (9:47) i just felt my heart crack (9:47) oohhh the pain

(9:47) Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?

(9:47) i (9:47) ijakl

(9:48) ?? (9:50) Did you disappear on me again. (9:50) This seems to be a growing trend.

(9:51) Hi, this is Akaashi again. Kuroo is currently incapacifjskkl (9:51) WAHT DID U DO TO MY BSET FREIND FOREBER WHYS HE ALL RED N CHOKN ON HIS WORSD

(9:52) Oh. (9:52) Scroll up.

(9:52) OHO (9:53) OHOHO

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Saturday AM

(11:10) my mates wont stop laughing at me (11:10) i live in a house of dicks (11:11) cant even escape them theyre on my team (11:11) i blame you

(11:15) Sucks to be you lol.

(11:15) are you taking pleasure in my pain

(11:15) It sounds wrong when you put it that way.

(11:15) ;) (11:16) i’m still upset though (11:16) make me feel better?

(11:17) You seem to think I possess the ability to feel pity. (11:17) I don’t.  

(11:18) you know what you do possess (11:18) the ability to feel annoyance (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) is it annoying yet (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) ! (11:18) !

(11:19) ALL RIGHT, STOP.

(11:19) victory

(11:20) What do you want.

(11:17) whats your name

(11:17) Are you serious.

(11:17) i wanna know

(11:18) You reek of desperation.

(11:18) not gonna change my mind

(11:19) …

(11:19) wanna do the whole !!! thing again

(11:21) Fine. (11:21) You’ll ask politely.

(11:21) dom huh (11:21) im into that (11:22) will you pretty please with a cherry on top tell me what your name is

(11:22) N (11:22) O (11:22) *heart emoji*

(11:24) i cant believe (11:24) how could you (11:24) youre so mean

(11:24) :)))))

(11:25) shouldve expected it (11:25) do you always play with peoples hearts like this

(11:25) I enjoy jerking you around. You make some pretty good entertainment.

(11:26) glad to be of service :’)

(11:26) I suppose I could throw you a bone.

(11:26) im not falling for it this time

(11:26) Tsukishima.

(11:27) …

(11:27) My name is Tsukishima.

(11:27) it is (11:27) up down left right with you

(11:27) Disappointed?

(11:28) NEVER WITH YOU (11:28) TSUKKIIII

(11:28) No. (11:28) Do not.  

(11:28) i love your name its beautiful like you

(11:29) I revoke your right to say my name ever again.

(11:29) TSUKKIIII (11:29) *heart eyes emoji*

(11:32) I have never regretted anything more in my life.

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Sunday PM

(3:24) You said you have a volleyball match next week, right?

(3:28) is this a dream (3:28) are you actually texting me first

(3:29) Miracles abound today.

(3:29) yeah i have a match next week why

(3:29) I mentioned it to Tobio and he got really excited. (3:30) He made me explain everything. I spent hours talking about rules and moves.  

(3:30) i  knew that kid had the vball genes in him

(3:30) I even dug up some old practice tapes from high school. (3:31) He’s obsessed with setting.  

(3:31) hed get along with my setter (3:31) that arrogant ass (3:31) i love him though

(3:32) *image attached*

(3:33) what… is that

(3:33) Tobio’s lack of artistic talent.

(3:33) i hope you didnt tell him that

(3:34) He said it was you blocking and scoring the winning point.

(3:35) he drew a picture of me?

(3:35) He captured your likeness down to the last red scribble.

(3:35) omg… omg...

(3:37) It’s not that big of a deal.

(3:37) youre not ruining this for me (3:37) this is the best day of my life

(3:37) Remember when we talked about low standards?

(3:37) your son loves me

(3:38) He drew a picture of you.

(3:38) and how many other people has he drawn???

(3:38) …

(3:38) thought so (3:39) tell my biggest fan i said hello and thank you (3:39) its the prettiest picture ive ever gotten

(3:39) Don’t get nudes much, huh.

(3:40) wow (3:40) WOWW (3:40) that went beyond savage (3:40) that was straight up murder

(3:41) You like it.

(3:41) yeah im really wondering about that masochistic streak

(3:41) About that.

(3:42) ??

(3:42) I was thinking (3:42) If you were interested (3:42) I could help you explore that.

(3:44) i just dropped my fuckign phone (3:44) are you fucking with me right now

(3:45) Yes.

(3:46) i fucking hate you

(3:46) No, you don’t.

(3:46) no i don’t

(3:46) Why do you keep falling for these things.

(3:47) actually im falling for you

(3:47) Seriously.

(3:47) hope (3:47) its all i got buddy (3:49) is this going to be like last time when you said no but then changed your mind

(3:50) No.

(3:50) dammit

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Monday PM

(7:18) happy one week anniversary babe (7:18) do i get a gift (7:18) eyebrow wiggle

(7:21) Did you just type -eyebrow wiggle- at me

(7:22) *video attached*

(7:23) I did not ask for a video of you wiggling your eyebrows.

(7:23) its my gift to you

(7:23) I’m so… grateful.

(7:24) cmon gift gift gift

(7:24) I don’t know, I don’t have anything. (7:24) Actually (7:25) *image attached*  

(7:25) omg is that tobio (7:25) hes so fucken cute wtf (7:26) look at those hamster cheeks (7:26) whats he eating

(7:26) Blueberry cupcake. (7:26) It’s his reward for behaving in school.  

(7:27) aww no fights today?

(7:28) His teacher said he engaged positively with other students. He was trying to play volleyball with them.

(7:28) omg thats adorable (7:28) i see where he gets it from (7:28) are you teaching him how to play

(7:30) I taught him how to receive but I’m rusty. (7:30) I should look into classes for him. (7:30) Do they even have classes for kids that young?  

(7:31) the rec centre where i coach does (7:31) idk about other places though

(7:31) Whereabouts is your rec centre?

(7:32) shh

(7:32) You’re not doing the stranger danger thing on me.

(7:32) do you hear that

(7:32) Can you hear my sigh travelling across the wind.

(7:33) STRANGER DANGER

(7:33) Are you done.

(7:33) my centres in tokyo lol

(7:34) It wouldn’t happen to be the Tokyo Sports and Recreation Centre?

(7:34) how did you know that (7:34) oh my god this is real (7:34) STRANGER DANGER

(7:36) It’s a twenty minute walk from my place.

(7:36) i know i just joked about stranger danger but should you really be telling me that

(7:37) Take it as proof that I don’t think you’re a predatory serial killer.

(7:37) thats the nicest thing youve ever said to me (7:38) *heart emoji* (7:38) well if youre interested the kiddy classes are wed 5pm and sat 10am (7:38) you can go to one or both

(7:40) Hmm.

(7:40) times no good?

(7:42) My brother has Tobio on both those days. (7:42) I’ll have to talk to him about this.  

(7:43) ahh dont wanna encroach on uncle nephew bonding time

(7:43) I don’t think Akiteru will mind-- he used to play volleyball too.

(7:43) how did you ever think tobio wouldnt be a vball player (7:44) its clearly in his genes

(7:44) Wishful thinking. I never really liked volleyball.

(7:45) what no (7:45) why

(7:46) It was just a school club. I only did it because it was something to do.

(7:47) you come into my house

(7:48) Lol.

(7:48) well hey its paying off now (7:48) i bet tobio looks at you like youre a god

(7:49) Yeah. (7:49) It’s the first time he’s really looked at me. (7:50) So thanks. (7:50) :)

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

That Be Some Good Buttercream

Summary- Steve and Bucky get your help in replicating a howling commando days battle using Christmas baking fun. But... Does anything ever quite work out the way it should? Set in the same characters I used in Night In, Looking Pretty Fly and Popping Pez and Mismatched Socks. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ 300 Follower Celebration Challenge. She still has many prompts, check it out. Prompts in italiacs. No warnings, all fluffy. 

Word Count- 1.6k

A/N- so proud of your accomplishments babes, you are an amazing writer and I love getting lost in your stories and listening to your ideas. I know your just gonna keep going up from here. Love you always babygirl 💚😈💚😈💚😈💚

“Bucky, they came around from the south end” 

“No they did not. I remember Steve, I was there.”

“Yea, and so was I” 

You and Sam had been listening to the two super soldiers carry on at the oversized table in the compounds kitchen dining area for a good hour before you readjusted the volume on the tv once more. Sam, half laying over half the couch remained scrolling on his phone, remarking. 

“Aint gonna do you no good, they just get louder.”

You sigh and hit the off button, he was right. Might as well go see what these two were up to anyways. Pushing yourself off the couch, Sam promptly stretched his legs out onto where you were sitting, making himself comfterable. “See you on the other side Kid!” He joked, settling into watching youtube. 

Wandering in, you saw the two men bent over  large map, Steve with pencil in hand drawing arrows to discern where they started from, stretching it across what looked like a military base. Bucky shook his head. 

“No no no, Punk, I wasnt up there, I was down here” 

“Bucky, I had you up on the highest point, it just looks weird on paper.” 

“You know what, this is pointless.” You could see Bucky getting aggitated with there project, pushing himself away from the table. “We need like... a 3D model to get this right.” 

Steve to straightened up, his arms folding as he looked down at the heavily marked paper. “Well... Tony does have some...” You interrupt in this time, moving over to the table and taking a peek at what they were doing.��

“You know, I have an idea of how to make you two a 3D model.” Both the men quirked brows, curious as to what you had in mind. "Givingerbread reanatcment.” 

You expected a rebuttal, a laugh, anything, since you were joking. But the two of them actually looked thoughtful, glancing at each other. “It would be easier then trying to draw it out” Steve mentioned. “And easier then trying to get Tony to set up the AI model for us.” 

“Plus we get some fucking cookies... Im in.” Bucky grinned, obviously pleased in the options of snacks. What started as a joke from you became a very serious matter as the two Soldiers dragged you into the kitchen. The two of them looking at you expectedly. 

“I was just joking guys, Im not making you a hydra replica gingerbread base. You know how much shit that would take.” At this point you backtracking a bit, wishing the words hadnt fallen out of your mouth so damn easily cause you thought is was funny. 

“Nonsense, you wont be doing all of it. Were going to help.” Steves already moving to wash his hands as Bucky is digging through a drawer and slipping on a god damn “Kiss the Cook” apron, he found in a drawer, ties it swiftly around his back and rolls up his sleeves. 

“You know you always wanted to boss us around Doll.” Bucky smirks, wiggling brows in a teasing manner. “You finally get your chance.” 

You look between the two men, the two of them nodding in encouragement, Steve composed as ever, waiting for You to explain how to start, and Bucky well he was opening drawers, pulling out random stuff that he thought you might use. He held up a spatula with a smirk, slapping the utinsel against his palm. “How about we get this train moving kids.” 

Relenting, you turn to your phone for a recipe. “Okay fine, since you all insist. We need flour, sugar, eggs, ginger, cinnamon....” While your listing, both men are scrambling to find everything, and piling it on the counter, yourself you bring out some bowls, cookie cutters, lets face it. You needed the actual men to decorate like howling commandos. Turning on the oven to get it preheated, you search for decorations. “Steve, store run? We gotta make this accurate you know, and Buckys all dressed up for a day baking. Hate to send him." You just kinda motion lver Buckys getup, the kiss the cook stretched over his chest, the apron a size to small for him really.

Your already grabbing paper and jotting down a detailed list of food coloring, frosting, candies and such. Steve snatched the list when you held it out, he had a general idea of it all and nodded. "Dont hesitate to put Bucky to work. He just pretends to be all intimidating."

You roll your eyes and back in the kitchen theres a "Steve your a dick" retort from Bucky whos looking over the mess of ingredients piled on the counter. Steve, seemingly joyful as he grabbed keys and left, you suspect you might not see him at least another hour or two. No worries, you had the other super soldier on hand.

Heading back in you hand Bucky a bowl and eggs. "Start cracking, separating yolk from white, and no shells." You cant help but from watching him, looking a bit like a lost child, before he he starts to crack eggs and inspect for shells. You watch from the corner of your eye as you put together the dry ingredients, and start mesuring out the molasses, talking him through the rest of the buttercream frosting ingredients.

Dipping your finger in his finished product, you lick the tip of your finger, smirking at his widened eyes. Yea Steve, hes very intimidating. You maybe took a bit to much pleasure in teasing Bucky on occasion. "Mmmhh my very favorite part.... "

He cleared his throat and looked away, it might be a bit mean, but he would give it back later, this was a dance the two of you played. "Okay, what now?" He said a bit gruff and you grab your rolling pin, holding it to him.

Eyeing it a moment, his brow arched. "Ya want me to roll the dough?"

"Yea Buck, nice and thin, since you two want to make all these outer buildings as well." Pointing to Steve's sketching, And you reached in the dough and piled it on the counter on front of Bucky. "And Steve said to put you to work."

"I notice you gave Steve the easy job." He muttered as he started to flatten the dough.

"I knew you were more capable."

Bucky couldn't hide the grin at the compliment, and afterwards you both measured, cut and got the cookie sheets in the oven. Stealing part of the couch back from Sam and watching trash tv till the oven beeped. Bucky vaulted over the couch, head back into the kitchen and pulled them out of the oven.

"Are they firm?" You ask, peeking at them, a light brush of your fingers against them. The room smelled like bake gingerbread and smooth sugar. Tempting delectables to say the least.

"Yup, now what?"

"Cool and mantle your buildings." You say as You slide them off onto wire racks. "Go get the frosting, and I will show you." Already he was rummaging in the fridge to retrieve it. Peeling off the plastic cling, you pick up one of the cooler pieces and edged it with icing. Folding two pieces together. "Easy as that. You try."

Bucky took it so seriously, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he piped that icing. His brows furrowed together in a dip right at the center. You bite back a grin and get a large dollop of icing on your finger and flick it at the man. Landing right in his face. He drops his cookie in surprise and blinks though the icing. "Fucken hell, Y/N! Whats that for?" Wiping it off, he flicks it back at you and you squeal getting hit.

That's war!

"Oh its on Barnes" smirking as you grab a cookie and crumble it, shooting it at him. Cookies fly, icing it flung, flour, and sugar is used to blind one another, you two ducked around the table, screaming and yelling insults playfully.

Bucky tried using the hose at the kitchen sink to spray you, in which you ducked and rolled right into him, the two of you collapsing in a heap on the floor among all your hard work, broken and scattered. Steve stood in the doorway, arms laden with two paper bags, his jaw hanging open at the mess. Bucky pokes you to get your attention and the two of you sit up, covered. Head to toe in frosting, flour and cookies.

"I was just gone an hour..."

"Its a long time to be left unsupervised." You shrug as you smear some frosting off your shirt and lick it off your finger, Bucky helped himself to your shirt frosting to since he had thrown half the bowl on you.

"Oh damn, thats good!" He grins.

"What about this is good?! You mean your gingerbread murder scene?!" Steve toed a dead gingerbread man with the tip of his shoe.

Bucky looked around and glared at his friend. "IT WAS HISTORICALLY ACCURATE" His voice raided to defend the mess and you promptly stuff a cookie in his mouth to shut him up.

"Come on Steve. Did the Hydra base not look like this after you two and the howling commandos were done?" You throw a cookie at him which bounced off his chest. "Eat a cookie, you feel better" next to you Bucky continued eating broken gingerbread men, grinning at his friend and nodding.

"Best damn cookies besides your mama's!" Bucky added between mouthfuls

"I just... Pick this up you two before tony throws a fit." Turning with the bags of candy he bought, passing Sam, he ditched them on the man still scrolling youtube

"You couldn't watch them for two seconds Sam?"

"And break up that little love fest? Puh-lease" Sam grinned at Steve and dug into the paper bags looking through the snacks, pulling out twizzlers.

"SCORE!"

@what-is-your-plan-today @p8tn0lish @kitkatd7 @stuckonjbbarnes @sebbbystaaan @kimisama1989 @simsadventures @that-damn-girl @imanuglywombat @jtargaryen18 @stardancerluv​ @princess-evans-addict​

[ignaviias]

im keeping with last years tradition so here we go for this years big ol gay post im putting it here bc its the place where i can tag the most people since i dont use twitter much anymore anyway the Gay is under the cut

 IRL PEOPLE 

 @edgy-blackberry 

fuck you!!!!!!!!!!! but on a serious note i really love having you as a friend!! im glad we're still in contact even though we cant do the whole sit around the table at lunch shit anymore (bc sixth formers """"""arent allowed"""" . bih. i do what i want) youre really funny nd ald just real nice so like Ideal content you also put up with my fucken Constant shit in the server bc i have zero self control and am too passionate abt bmc and whatever else is my interest at the time heck yeah ALSO I LOVE MILO. TELL MILO I LOVE HIM.

@gaminginfections 

bitch do you even use tumblr anymore??????? idk if youll see this but fuck it anyway!!!!!! ur one of my closest irl friends!!!!! me you and jess are the worst team because we cant be trusted to do anything but thats okay because i love it youre a really nice person like if me and jess are Sad (tm) you always try and help nd thats Excellent i know that sometimes you dont feel as involved bc me and jess have known eachother longer but that doesnt make you any less important to us!! and like above, please tell evie i love her. this is important fuck 

do i know anymore irl people on here that i can tag . fuck it moving on 

 NON IRL PEOPLE 

 im sorry if i miss anyone out!!! dont take it personally im just really fucking shit

@inthenameofsverige 

i dont talk to you often but youre a really chill person!!!!!! youre always there to give nice comments nd i like having you around!!!!! i Love tally and im thankful for the photos and updates you post because i would absolutely die for her love u sweden !!!!!!!!!!

@funkyrooks 

youre!!!  a really good pal!!!!!! youre such a sweet person nd i love you in dnd too !! love bewick!!! and you also make the notes which are life savers bc i have those sweet concentration issues I hope things with uni are going well for you !!! 

@winstoneroticroleplay 

i cant believe i have to have this cursed username in my gay post anyway !! gob!!! i dont speak to you much at all outside of dnd but youre such a chill dm its great - when i first joined i didnt know you but youre the kind of person whos so easy to get along with also you put up with all of our bullshit in dnd and we love you for that 

@enid-is-a-lesbian 

youre another person i dont speak to a lot but youre a really funny person and meeting you at mcm was really fun!! even though i saw you last year we never really all got to talk properly??? i dont count that as much of a meeting but like. this year. good fucken year the chicken incident remains in my heart always and the way that you launched yourself off the chair for that sweet chicken 

@creirdyddlydd 

we literally only met like a few weeks ago but !! heck!! i love rping with you in that chat!! i love the way you play jeremy n im glad that i managed to join it bc its been really fun !! i hope we can keep rping in the future too !! - this applies to like everyone else in that server too but i dont know yalls usernames

okay. okay. these are the Gay ones im putting you two as combined gay then breaking it down to individuals after

 @arvoze and @octovine

 i. love. you two. WUV YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! youre honestly some of The most important people to me and i wouldnt want to change that for the world youre both so fun to be around and i love how easy it is to talk to you and how easy it was at mcm as well i wish i could go back to mcm and do it all over again because i loved it so much and leaving was so hard and i wont lie i was on the verge of tears while i walked away if im ever in a bad way and things seems so shit just like? talking to you two and pissing about makes everything so much better and im so mad we all dont live near eachother like this is homophobia let me be gay irl

 individuals time

lewis;  YOU. (the temptation to just leave it as this was overbearing) you were one of the first people i ever properly spoke to?? you were so chill and easy to approach so it made it so much easier for me to get closer to everyone else as well i owe you a lot because without you i probably wouldnt have spoken to anyone on that server??? iconic going to present time ; youre always sweet so and nice youre like a fucking dad w the way you reblog my shit i love it youre also always willing to help people even if theyve caused issues and stuff nd i love that!!!!! real fucken mvp!!!! wewis i wuv you 

 jack;  also wuv you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so glad youre around because i love your sense of humour (you and lewis are the fucken Dream Team) i also Love your art like ?? its a really good style brent. and if i wasnt supposed to be saving money for iceland/uni i would be comissioning you an unfortunate amount of times i know you dont always feel appreciated but trust me when i say you absolutely are nd if you ever need to talk to anyone or just vent shit at then like. hit me up youre really important to me so i want to make sure youre okay!!!!

 --

 like i said earlier sorry if i missed people !! i love you all :* 

[milkymilk101]

Wanna One as Construction Workers

* Idek I was thinking about Sungwoon and this came up. I thought about everything in my head while my mother and I were going to Rite-Aid. Idk I hope you like it? 

Disclaimer: Might be horrible

Jisung

The boss

Gathering everyone in a group hug first thing in the morning

Probably plays slow chill music in the morning when everyone is starting off their daily duties (IDK OKAY) 

Constantly trying to make sure everything is done before the deadline

Doesn’t understand why he was stuck with the crew he’s with

Literally has to keep an eye on everyone

Buys them food after a long and hard day of work

“Jisung this is why you are the Boss” - Daniel while stuffing kimbap in his mouth

Always the last one to leave to make sure all his crew is alright :’)

“Guanlin you can’t stand in the middle of the construction zone” 

Kinda wants to do the work himself because the others play around too much

Shouldn’t but picks up the slack

When he isn’t yelling and nagging at the others he’s known to do this thing where he just sits there staring off to space

“Maybe he’s wondering where we hid his trailer keys?” -Ongniel :’)

Eats his lunch alone so he can look after the rest of the crew from afar

His mom brings his lunch and he loves it. 

Home cooked meals for lunch break

Also another reason why he eats alone

Continiously saying 

“Where the hell is Daehwi and Jinyoung?!”

Daniel

Does his work well

Only when Ong isn’t partnered up with him or when Ong comes around

“Daniel and Ong can you both stop trying to glue Jaehwan’s tools to the wood panel” -Jisung 

The one that takes off his work attire to reveal himself in a white wife beater 

“It’s too hot” -Daniel

“HOT DAMN!” -Ong in the distant

Daniel brings the girls to the construction zone~

“Please stay away from the construction zone. It is dangerous you civilians” - Minhyun with a megaphone

Packs himself sandwiches and ramen

Ends up tracking in cats 

They’ve adopted Daniel as their Kitty Leader (LOL KITTY PUN) 

Feeds them 

After the first couple of times he ended up bringing cat food and treats with him to work 

“What does this taste like?”

Looks forward to lunch break because KITTY TIME~

“Maybe if I figure a way to control these cats to do my work then-”

“DANIEL STOP PLAYING WITH THOSE DARN CATS. I DON’T PAY YOU TO DO THAT”

“IS THAT A CHALLENGE” 

Ends up apologizing saying it was a joke but everyone knows it isn’t

Jihoon

Kinda does what he’s suppose to do?

No one believes he gets anything done

“Are you sure you work here” -Ong

Woojin and him has this thing that when they pass each other while working they look at each

Drop their equipment 

Wrestle to see who flips the other one onto the ground first

Loser has to do a dare

“Go to Jisung and ask him if he dropped his pockets. If he says ‘where?’ throw these at him”

*Shoves a bag full of un-sewn pockets @ Woojin* 

“Why the hell do you have this?”

The girls that walk by always call out to him

Shy af but tries very hard not to be (you’re doing great bby)

They probably bring him lunch tbh 

“WOOJIN PICK UP THESE FUCKEN UN-SEWN POCKETS”

“IT WAS JIHOON’S IDEA”

“I’M CUTTING BOTH  YOUR PAY”

Ong Seongwoo

FUCKS AROUND 

But surprisingly gets the stuff he needs done

“Wow I can’t believe you got this part done”

“I know not everyone can be as amazing as me”

*Flips the long hair he doesn’t have*

Shamelessly flirts with all the girls that walks by the fence of the construction zone

Takes lunch from them 

Well they offer it to him

He loves it b/c free food

They don’t mind because Ong is super handsome and sweet 

“If your man ain’t treating you right, then let that Mango.” *Fruit Pun

“And come to me” ;)

“ONG, IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE SCREWING ANYTHING IT BETTER BE WITH THOSE SCREWDRIVERS AND THAT BOARD” 

Dances during the lunch break with Woojin on the metal pole to entertain everyone

“If I were a stripper, my stripper name would be-”

“WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING STRIPPER NAMES” - Jisung & Minhyun

Also

“My favorite weather is rain. I wont be taking hail” (B/c Cash is rain and hailing is coins? Get it? No? Okay...)

Favorite tool is the staple gun because of Sungwoon

Wants to shoot it at Woojin but he knows the company’s insurance would probably go higher 

So he throws pebbles at Woojin while he’s working

Woojin is a total clueless dork 

“WHO TF KEEP THROWING SHIT AT ME”

“JIHOON YOU ASSHOLE”

Enjoys his job :)

Woojin

Like I said does that weird ass thing with Jihoon

“YOU’RE FUCKEN CHEATING”

“I don’t need to cheat when I can easily win. Now kiss my boot and do your dare”

When he doesn’t do that thing with Jihoon, he’s actually very productive

Probably the most hardworking worker Jisung has

Probably does all the work honestly 

Like I said dances with Ong during their lunch break 

On a metal pole

They both probably dance to something like Apple bottom jeans or Yeah! by Usher

“ApPle BoTtoM JeAnNnssSSsSs BoOTs WIth ThE fuRrRrrRRRrr” *Drops it down low*

Daniel records it because Ong & him made a bet that he would get carried away

They use it against him to do their work too :’) 

Poor Woojin 

Steals Ong’s desserts as pay back

“WHERE IS MY PUDDING CUPS” 

“DANIEL ARE YOU FEEDING THE CATS MY PUDDING CUPS. YOU TRADER”

“WOOJIN SAID IT WAS HIS”

“FUCK FUCK FUCK” 

Jaehwan

Follows around Minhyun

No one really knows what he does

Or why he’s there?

“Good morning Minhyun how was your day so far”

“He doesn’t even go here!” -Ong in the distant

A bat that hangs off of Minhyun’s shoulder

“So what are you doing now?”

“I’M LOOKING AT THE BLUE PRINTS JAEHWAN, NOW GO DO YOUR WORK YOU LEACH”

“Hey Minhyun are you going out for lunch”

“I’M GOING TO THE RESTROOM. LET ME PEE IN PEACE” 

Probably sings while he works

Like the seven dwarfs 

Okay like all the time

Suggests Karaoke every time after work

Likes beating everyone

“MAIn VOCaL maIN RaPEr iN yOur aReA~” 

Wins all the time 

No one likes going 

“BUT there’s soju and beer” 

*finger points snaps* 

“You’re too cheap to pay all the time tho” -Minhyun

Minhyun

The pusher

Usually has that expressionless face while working

Everyone is kinda afraid of him 

He just nags everyone alot 

“This place is so fucken dirty.”

“You work at a construction site Minhyun” -Jisung

Like there’s Jisung and on top of that is Minhyun 

“Just do you work”

“JuST dO yUoR WoRK” 

Girls come for him too 

But he learned to ignore it 

“Minhyun! You look so handsome today!!”

“Ong I think those girls are making whale noises for you. You should go see if they need help”

He honestly just wants to get his work done

And go home

To nap? Sleep?

The “Why am I here” worker

Mentally refers to everyone as “peasant” besides Daehwi, Guanlin, Jinyoung, and Jisung

He probably writes poems during his break

Concrete is gray. 

Ply woods sucks.

I would hit these annoying mother fucks :)

~ 9/4/17 Minhyun  

Sungwoon

Cant do much because of his height

Works hard af to make up for it :’) 

When Jisung has the music on in the morning he does a weird dance challenge with Ong 

It’s different with Woojin

Sungwoon does it with a staple gun and a nail gun

Inside jokes

“Yeah Sungwoon can definitely NAIL IT together for you Jisung”

“You both are idiots”

*Body rolls with a staple gun*

Up for Karaoke with Jaehwan

The night is mostly spent with them both competing each other 

They could sing all night tbh

Probably do high note battles while working 

“STOP WITH YOUR MATING CALLS AND GET BACK TO BUILDING THE REST OF THAT SIDE OF THE WALL”

“WE’LL STOP IF YOU SHARE SOME OF YOUR MOTHER’S COOKING WITH US FOR LUNCH. WE KNOW WHY YOU SIT ALONE.”

Daehwi

An inter? Temp? I guess  

Does the minimal

“Guanlin why does one of the workers keep staring at me?”

Doesn’t really know what’s happening through out the day 

Follows along with whatever Jisung says

Just does random wild goose chase errands that the workers make him do

B/c no one wants this boy to get hurt?

“Daehwi I need you to find Jisung’s pockets”

“Jihoon isn’t his pockets on hi-”

“Look Ik this is life or death situation. The world is now in your hands alright. Now go buy a bunch of un-sewn pockets”

Became best friends with Jinyoung 

Disappears with Jinyoung (according to Jisung)

“OMFG HOW I CAN LOSE 2 CHILDREN. QUICK WHAT’S THAT NOISE THAT HUMAN BABIES MAKE TO LET THEIR MOTHER KNOW WHERE THEY’RE AT.”

“Cry?”

“Yeah that”

They get distracted a lot along the way

Goes out to eat

Sight seeing

Buys un-sewn pockets

Then eats ice cream along the way

“Jihoon I got you, your drugs”

“wHAT”

“I’m kidding here’s your un-sewn pockets”

Jinyoung

Quietly does his shit 

“Ong why does one of the new kid keeps looking at me?”

They became best friends :’) #JINHWI

Quickly does his work so he could run off with Daehwi

He actually doesn’t have as much work compared to the others

“WHY IS HE GOOD AT EVERYTHING” -Ong Probably

Knows his tools surprisingly 

His work sometimes consist of cleaning and unjamming the tools that Daniel, Ong, Jihoon, Sungwoon, and Woojin did :’) 

“How tf do you get a carrot stuck in the screw driver Ong”

“Look I was curious okay. Don’t question my validity” 

A handy man 

Constantly says to himself “How did I get this job?”

Always has dirt and smug on his face 

“Where is it”

*Wipes more on his face with his dirty gloves*

The girls fangirl over him too 

But he has ear plugs in purposely 

He would get shy if he actually hears what they’re hollering 

“Jinyoung! Is your voice deeper than the ocean!?”

Guanlin

Inter temp person with Daehwi 

They got the job together 

Their parents knows Jisung so they got hooked up for the Summer 

Their parents said “It’ll be good for your resumes”

He comes into work dressed all nicely but Jisung learned to give and have a spare set of clothes 

Comes into work with Starbucks frap in one hand and a chocolate croissant in the other

Makes sure to bring one to Jihoon in the morning

Asks his mom to make another lunch box for Jihoon

Gets upset that Jihoon has girls offering him lunch too 

Wonders around the construction site most of the time 

You’ll constantly hear “Guanlin you can’t stand in the middle of the construction zone” 

Can’t find Daehwi because MISSING

Sometimes he just sits near Jihoon and watch him work and fool around 

It’s more entertaining than filing paper work with Minhyun and Jisung

The one that constantly asks Jisung for money because he’s hungry and ate all what his mom packed him. 

Ends up seeing Jinhwi together