#it took me a very long time to come up with bubby's answer lmao

[blacktobackmesa]

q+a for gordon's stream guests, the fans wanna know: what tricks does sunkist know? and what is bubby's fav Statement Piece of clothign?

I feel like this one needs to be answered in character. [cracks fingers}

Q. What tricks does Sunkist know?

"Sunkist knows so many tricks! He's the smartest dog I've ever seen."

Tommy whistles, and Sunkist rushes downstairs.

"Good dog! Sunkist, sit."

Sunkist does not appear to change position, at least in the eyes of the viewers. The PNG is already in a sitting pose.

"Good Sunkist! You're so good!"

Darnold glances off-camera. "Wasn't the door to the basement closed?"

"Sunkist is. She's VERY talented, Darnold!"

Coomer nods in agreement. "She filed my taxes last year!"

Q. Bubby, what's your favorite piece of statement clothing?

Bubby, currently dressed in a gifted Twitch logo sweatshirt and leopard print pajama pants, puffs out his chest with pride. "Let me tell you, I have been THRIVING now that I don't live on a dress code. I may never wear a tie again. I have a lot of casual shit, but even with that, I like to get bold. It's a tough choice, but I recently got some of those sunglasses that look like flames, and they look sick as hell!"

"I agree!" Coomer added. "Layering different glasses on top of each other is certainly the next big thing."

Bubby raised his chin. "I'm a trailblazer in the fashion world."

[rafestyles]

when the party’s over | d.d

Requested? Yes: dev 🥰 i love your writing!! i have an idea: one night david goes out with the boys to film at a party. we all know that david is very easy to get drunk lol so long story short, david’s decision to drink a lil bit of beer ended up with natalie and ilya dragging him to your apartment because ‘your dumbass of a drunk boyfriend lost his the keys to his house. oh, and the tesla keys, too’. so just taking care of your dumbo while he’s dying lmao <3 and him being all clingy and obnoxious!! love ya 💞

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings?: none !!

A/N: ugh tysm angel, you’re my number one fan, ily !! ok tbh i’ve never been drunk before sooo also i tried to find some david drunk clips but there’s not much - so bare with me

you loved your boyfriend, you really did. i mean, after being with him for two years, it was hard not to love the man (more like man child). but there were some times that it was a little harder. like tonight: david had begged you persistently to come out to some college party with him (and his god damn pout was so cute you almost gave in, but you stood your ground.)

“dave, no. i have to study for this test, okay? not all of us get to party until four am and then sleep until two, bubby.” you chastised, patting his cheeks softly. he rolled his eyes at you and you watched as he leaned forward pressing his lips to your nose, forehead, both of your cheeks and finally your lips. you couldn’t help your grin as you kissed him back, “okay, okay.” you laughed, pushing him back gently as you took a step back to grab you stuff. you looked back up at him as he let out a loud groan, leaning his head back as he talked, “ugh, why did i have to get a girl who’s not only hot but also smart?” he sat his head back up, peeking an eye open at you. “bubs, complimenting me is not going to convince me to go with you tonight.” you narrowed your eyes at him, “now come give me a kiss goodbye so i can leave.”

—

about four hours later, you had studied as much as your brain could handle and you were finally getting up to wash your face before you headed to sleep. well, that is until you had received a face time call from david’s friend ilya. you internally groaned, trudging back over to your bed to pick up your phone.

“hello?” you answered, squinting your eyes at the screen to try and decipher what was going on. “y/n?” ilya screamed into his phone, “y/n. fuck, i should’ve figured he’d call you.” “ilya, what the fuck is going on?” you laid back onto your bed, turning up the brightness on your screen, hoping it would let you see more of what was happening. “is that y/n? ilya give me the fucking phone.” you heard your boyfriend slur. and oh, now this conversation made a lot more sense. dave was drunk and although he didn’t get drunk often, when he did it was a shit show for everyone. “shut the fuck up, david.” you watched the screen as you saw ilya walk into, what you assumed, was a bedroom in the house that they were at. 

“listen, y/n. your boyfriend’s a fucking mess and i don’t want to deal with him.” “ilya,” you groaned, “i’m gonna take a wild guess and say this was your fault anyways. you deal with him. i have that test in the morning.” ilya rubbed his hand over his face, looking back at the door then back at you, “well you’re not necessarily wrong,” you went to cut him off with an ‘i told you so’ but he put his hand up in a gesture to tell you to be quiet as he continued to speak. “but the jackass won’t shut the fuck about you. what the fuck have you been giving the guy? he’s like a love-sick puppy.” you let out a loud laugh at his statement, and almost as if he had been summoned, you watched the screen as david barged through the door, looking around the room for a second before noticing ilya. 

“ha!” he yelled, pointing an acusing finger at ilya, “there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere.” you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips as you noticed how slurred david’s words really were. you laughed a little more as you watched him support his body against the doorframe and then continuing to speak, “is that my y/n on the phone? hey ilya, why the fuck are you talking to my girlfriend, bro? you tryna get with her or something?” “the fuck dobrik?-“ you cut ilya off, yelling loudly into your phone’s speaker. “dave, shut up. ilya, please just get him here safely. call an uber, and get david here in one piece. i’ll be up and waiting so you better hurry up.” “copy that, y/n. operation get david back in one piece has officially started.” you rolled your eyes at ilya, your ears perking up when you heard your boyfriend start yelling as he was making his way down the hallway. “yes! get me to y/n, i missss her!! hey, zane, i’m gonna go see y/n, okay? did you know she was my girlfriend?” “ilya?” you called out. “hm?” “please get him here as fast as you can. i don’t want him to embarrass himself more.”

--

forty-five minutes later you heard a knock at your door and david singing your name over and over again. you opened the door, and david immediately fell into your arms, “y/n. hi. i missed you so much.” you stumbled back, leaning onto the wall to support david’s weight on you. “did ilya let you walk up here all by yourself?” you kicked the door shut with your foot, wrapping david’s arm around your shoulder as you started to make the journey back to your bedroom. david nuzzled his face into your neck, sniffing softly, “mmm.. yeah i told him i was fine. ‘cause ‘m fine, y/n. just missed you ‘s all.” “you seem fine, dave.” you rolled your eyes sarcastically even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “okay, bubby. we’re here. lay down on the bed and let me take off your shoes.” you demanded gently, laughing at the giant oaf you called your boyfriend, follow your orders. it was quiet for a few moments as you took off david’s shoes and then his pants so he would be more comfortable.

“y/n?” “hm?” “i love you,” he sighed. you giggled softly, a warm blush spreading over your cheeks as you laid down next to him, turning off the light, “i love you too, dave.” “no but like, i’m in love with you. like i know i’m drunk right now, but fuck y/n, you’re the love of my life.” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body. you nuzzled your face into his neck, attempting to ignore the scent of alcohol and weed left on his skin, listening as he continued to talk. “you’re so pretty also? like the most stunning person ‘ve ever met, okay? and like you’re so fucking smart, y’know? you could probably recite the whole alphabet backwards because you’re so smart.” you laughed loudly at him, tilting your head back up and letting your eyes adjust to the darkness so you could look him in the eyes. “no, i definitely cannot bubby.” you smiled at him, brushing some of his shaggy hair out of his face. “but you’re so smart. you know a lot of math and i don’t know a lot of math, and i think that’s just really cool. did i mention you’re really pretty? also, you’re really smart, i don’t know if ‘ve told you that before. wait, i’m hungry, can we order chipoltle?” you watched as his eyes began to droop, you shook your head, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. “no bubby, maybe tomorrow, okay?” “mm… see this is what i mean. you’re so smart, y/n. come up with the best ideas, yes you do.” he mumbled, his eyes closing as he finally falls asleep. 

you laid your head on his chest, as you thought to yourself that even though this man child drove you a little crazy sometimes, you really did love him and you were really lucky to have him.

[buckys-forgotten-plum]

Let Me In

This got deleted right in the middle of me writing it and it made me sad lmao...

Prompt- Bucky comes back from a mission that didn’t go as planned and doesn’t come out of his room for God knows how long. Y/n hasn’t witnessed him like this before and is determined to help. 

warnings- angst, fluff, and language.

P.S- I use the term MSM as an abbreviation for the Memory Suppression Machine used on Bucky when he kinda “first” became the winter soldier. 

Saddle up lads, it’s about to get sad~

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It was a normal Thursday evening for you and that meant going over to the Avengers Tower to spend time with Bucky Barnes, your very dark and brooding boyfriend who you hadn’t seen in a week due to a far away mission that dealt with HYDRA. It wasn’t anything special, just the normal team taking out the normal bad guys and getting the normal information. You didn’t think anything of it when you hadn’t heard from Bucky after they had gotten back from the trip. He was probably exhausted and didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone, which you didn’t mind at all.

“Hi Tony Bologna,” you smile at your joke and hug the tall man from behind as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

“Hey kid, nice to see you,” he smiles down at you, turning around and pulling you into a warm embrace, “how’ve you been,”

“Okay I guess, miss Bucky lots though,” you mumble and make a quick pout with your lips.

That comment made Tony stiffen a little and shift his eyes away from you, “about that y/n, I don’t think today is a good day for you two to hang out,” he says gently.

“What do you mean? We always have date nights in on Thursday,” you mutter, face falling into a full pout and posture slouching a little.

“Well...Last mission was a bit rough on him I don’t think it’d be a good idea for anyone to bother him,”

“Wait...Have you not let anyone see him? How do you know he’s okay? Has he even come out of his room” Your voice turned from sad to panicked at Tony’s words.

How could Tony just ignore the fact that Bucky was hurting in some way? What kind of friend does that?

“Sweetheart I’m sure he’s fi-“ “Friday can you please give me a status report on Bucky,” your eyes held fire in them as you stared at Tony, waiting for the AI’s reply.

“Mr. Barnes has not left his room since 12:47 AM on the day the Avenger Team arrived back from Mission AG3L. His refusal to leave has resulted in dehydration and the beginning of mild undernourishment. Mr. Barnes has also been suffering from a fever of one hundred and ten degrees,”

You let out a harsh slur of curses mixed with angry growls. There wasn’t a second thought before you turned sharply on your heels and began walking towards the hallway that lead to Bucky’s room.

“Y/n I said no,” Tony stated, grabbing your arm to stop your movements and walking in front of you to block your path.

“What the hell Tony?!” The anger that had boiled up in you came out in a frustration yell, “I don’t understand what could possibly be wrong enough to keep me from seeing him!”

“Y/n, I told you. The last mission didn’t go well, he needs time to fix himself,” Tony sighed, his grip on you unchanging.

“Tony I can help him I just need to-“ “it’s dangerous y/n. I can’t let you go in there with a good conscience knowing that there’s a chance you could be hurt,”

“Tony Stark I swear to god I will hit you,” you warn, fists clenching tightly.

“Y/n I-“ before he could finish his sentence, your clenched fist flew up and was a mere inch from Tony’s jaw, the only thing that stopped you was a nano-tech glove that had formed from his bracelet.

“I’m not letting you go in there, at least not without protection,” he mumbles quietly, somehow giving the glove the order to transfer itself onto your own hand.

  “W-What?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, hand dropping to your side.

“You need to promise me that you’ll be careful, you don’t know what’s going on and I’m not the one who should tell you,” he sighed.

A sudden realization then came into your brain, Tony was exhausted. You knew that, even with the harsh past him and Bucky shared, Tony was trying to help your broken boyfriend. There was no doubt in your mind that it was keeping him up at night and distracting him during the day.

“I’ll try Tony,” you say quietly, the nano’s on your hand tickling and moving about.

  “I’ll be right out here if you need he-“ “I won’t,”

Even though you had never seen or experienced Bucky in this bad of shape, you were there when he first came back to try and take over SHIELD. You understood his brain and what dark thoughts and memories milled around in there. So, by process of elimination and a few hints from what Tony had said earlier, by the time your footsteps had reached Bucky’s door, you had concluded that something had happened on the last mission that put him back into HYDRA mode in some form or another. 

His door wasn’t locked, making it easier to open it as quietly as possible. You entered the dark room, immediately noticing how messy it was. Various things littered the floor, a lamp was laying on its side in the corner, it’s bulb shattered, clothes and trash were everywhere and the mirror that was connected to the fancy dresser was shattered in multiple places like someone had hit it multiple times. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Bucky was sitting on his bed, legs folded to his chest and arms tightly wrapped around them. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of grey joggers, which was quite understandable with how sweaty he looked. His hair was in tangles and looked greasier than Loki’s before you had shown him the wonders of Midgardian shampoo. 

“Bucky,” You made sure your voice was almost impossibly low as to not startle the dark figure on the bed. 

He didn’t move, didn’t give you a glance, it didn’t even look like he was breathing. You moved closer, making sure to go slowly, you would’ve crouched too but due to your height, it wasn’t really needed. As you got closer to Bucky, he finally made eye contact with you. There wasn’t the usual glint he had in his eyes after he came home from a mission, and that gave you a very deep sense of dread. 

“Hey B,” you mumble quietly, kneeling in front of the bed to get a better look at him. 

The only way to describe the response you got was a deep whine that seemed to vibrate lightly in his chest. He was hurting, you could hear it in just that small sound that escaped his chapped lips. 

“Is it nightmares again?” you ask, voice still as soft as you could possibly make it. 

Bucky’s tired eyes looked up at you, answering your question silently. 

“What about your scars? Do they hurt?” 

His metal arm made a few clinks, and his flesh one showed veins as they flexed harshly.

“Are the flashbacks happening too?” 

A few tears fell from his eyes as he closed them.

“oh, bubby. Please tell me what happened so I can help you,” It was hard for you to not reach up and put your hands on his face for comfort, but you knew it was best to keep your hands to yourself just in case. 

“They knew I was gonna be there, only focused on attacking me, strapped me down, they used the MSM, didn’t work right,” his voice was extremely rough, like he hadn’t had water in days (which he really hasn’t).

You sigh quietly, your heart shattering violently at his broken voice. Making sure to use careful movements as to not startle the deathly looking man on the bed, you gently crawl up onto the bed. 

“Bucky I don’t-how can I help you?” It has never been this bad before. Ever.

Tears streamed down his face, making small little sounds as they hit his metal arm. His eyes didn’t meet yours and silence encased the room for a good while. Your worry soon got the best of you though, and before being able to stop yourself, your left hand came up to gently touch Bucky’s cheek. But, before it could get there Bucky’s metal hand shot up and tightly gripped your wrist in his. You were sure that if the nanobot glove wasn’t there to protect you, Bucky would have broken your wrist in seconds.

“Bucky!” You yelp out in surprise, eyes wide.

Your breathing became quite labored, eyes flicking between Bucky and the tightly gripped had encasing your wrist. Bucky held a cold stare as he tightened his grip, his metal arm letting out a small whine as it shifted.

“James,” your voice came out stern but held a small shake as your anxiety went through the roof, “James. Let. Go,”

“это не мое имя” As the words left his lips, heavy with a Russian accent, your breath felt like it got knocked out of you.

“Yes it is, Bucky. That is your name and you know it is,” your voice began to quiver even more.

“нет, это не так” His eyes squinted, nostrils flaring.

“Yes. It is. Bucky-“ “прекрати это!” Bucky let go of your arm and threw his fist back, you knew what was coming and somehow, so did the nanobots.

So, as Bucky’s fist came flying back at you, the tiny robots encase your hand and fire a small blast of energy. You got up front the bed and tried putting space between you and Bucky, but it didn’t take long for the brainwashed soldier to recuperate and shove you up against the wall.

“Buck please...You know it’s me. You know you’re you,” The strain in your voice hurt like hell as you tried to keep yourself from sobbing.

Bucky had you trapped between his body and the wall, his heavy breaths fanning your face. In any other situation, you would be elated, but right now you were scared out of your wits. You couldn’t stop yourself from raising your hands, quite slowly, to cup Bucky’s face. Your thumbs gently ran over the apples of his cheeks, wiping away the heavy flow of tears.

“Bubby, please come back to me,” You couldn’t think of anything else to do, every time Bucky had nightmares, you would lay in bed with him and massage his temples, cooing sweet thoughts and cute nicknames in hopes it would ease his pain and anxiety.

As your fingers began to lightly press into the sides of your boyfriends hurting forehead, Bucky’s cold gaze left your frightened one and traveled down to see the way his body is pressed against yours. His eyes quickly shot back to you, holding a different emotion. Without saying a word, Bucky took your hands from his face and placed them at your sides. You didn’t resist, especially because he wasn’t being violent or harsh with his actions. His arms encased your frame and he gently picked you up from your feet, carrying you over to the disheveled bed. Keeping you tightly held, Bucky laid the both of you down, wrapping his legs tightly around yours like an over sized koala, and resting his chin on the top of your head.

Though this had never happened before, your first instincts were to stay put and begin mumbling small phrases in Russian. You knew he understood English, but didn’t know whether or not if it would upset him, so you thought best to just speak what he did. Your fingers trailed small patterns on his chest as his pressed into the small of your back. The cool metal tips of his fingers snuck up your shirt, sending a burst of shivers through your body as they slowly crept up your back. It made you gasp in surprise from the sudden feeling.

“M’sorry y/n, I love you more than my life, can’t believe I tried to hurt you,” his voice was broken to bits as he let out the sad apology.

“S’okay Buck, you can’t help it. Might have to take a trip to visit T’challa for a bit,” you mumble out and make contact with the sad eyes of your boyfriend who was finally coming back.

“You’re going with me this time?” The question held a small tone of shock in it which was understandable due to the circumstances of last time.

Tony and Steve refused to let you go with him. You never even got to say goodbye before he left which angered you to no ends. You even tried stealing the Quinjet a few times but with no success, and after the fourth time Tony decided it best to put you under “lockdown” like he did with Wanda and keep you trapped in the tower.

“I can’t go through not seeing you for so long again...Plus I miss Shuri,” you joke, smiling proudly as soon as you see the small perk of Bucky’s lips.

“Thank you for helping me babygirl, I love you so much,” Bucky mumbles into your hair, trying to focus on the soft feeling and lovely scent. 

“I’d do anything for you Bucky, I love you more than anything. Let’s go to sleep yeah? You’re exhausted and need rest, I’ll make us some dinner in a while, okay?” You smile brightly at his calmed demeanor, quite happy that you were the one to help his broken mind. 

“Okay baby... I love you,” he says once again, holding you tighter as he tried to keep his mind clear. 

“I know, Bucky... I promise I know,”