#life is skittles and life is beer

[tom-lehrers-wife]

We’ve gained notoriety and caused much anxiety in the Audubon society with our games

[metalichotchoco]

My pulse will be quickening with each drop of strychnine we feed to a pigeon -

it just takes a smigeon!

- to poison a pigeon in the park.

[icarus-suraki]

Was it Skittles? My mom has an old set that probably belonged to her mother or grandmother and would set it up for us to play sometimes on rainy days.

Toupie Hollandaise - 1800s Found at Fairground Museum in Paris, France. A predecessor to pinball for sure

[cottoncandyswisherz]

nick sturniolo x male!oc

warnings: suggests abuse, mentions of abuse, alcoholism mentioned, meet cute

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CHAPTER ONE:

The backseat is cramped. The boxes that hold what little life I have left are stacked in the backseat and trunk. I’m 16 years old and all I have to show for it is 12 boxes. I guess that’s what you get when you’ve been a foster kid since you were eight. 

8 foster homes, 3 hockey teams, 4 tattoos, and one innocent father later and I’m here. In the backseat of an SUV listening to Mark bitch about how slow Hannah’s driving. I’d love to blame his abuse on him being drunk but he’s sober right now. Later, when he’s had a few glasses is when the full extent of his asshole-ness really shines. But even now, I don’t wanna hear it so I put my headphones, putting on my playlist and allowing Mac Miller to take me deeper into my thoughts. 

I don’t wanna move. I somewhat had a life in New Hampshire and now I’m moving almost 3 hours away to Boston. 

3 hours away from the cabin. 3 hours away from the woods. 3 hours away from my hockey team. 3 hours away from everything I’ve known my whole life. 3 hours away from my dad. 

Dad. I have my license so it’s not like I can’t drive down and see him, but I won’t be able to go every weekend like usual. We’ll figure it out. We always do. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Mark threw a balled up napkin at me, which irked me just a tad but what pissed me the fuck off was when he used my first name because everyone that exists knows that’s a big no-no. 

“Siles!” 

God, even his voice makes me wanna deck him. 

“What?”

“Go pay for the gas.” he demands, shoving a 20 in my face. 

I look at Hannah to make sure she’d be good in the car with him by herself. But she only nodded toward the store with a smile that can only be described as weak. 

But we’ve had this talk. It always goes the same. I ask why she stays, she says because she loves him, I get pissed and we argue, which ends in her apologizing, but staying with him nonetheless. The whole routine was exhausting, really. 

So I step out of the car, taking one earbud out so I could hear what the fuck was going on around me. The store was empty for the most part, only three or four customers and the guy behind the counter. I decided it was safe to browse the aisles to buy myself some time away from the living breathing dysfunction in the car. But as I walk around the store, I hear the familiar sound of bickering. Sure enough, as soon as I turn the corner I see 3 people. A set of twins around my age and the other one has his back turned to me. He’s a little bit taller than the other two, and he’s louder than them. 

“Chris, Skittle Littles and regular skittles are the same fucking thing, one’s just smaller.” Wrong. “It’s not this serious. We’ve been here 10 minutes, searching for candy!”

“They taste different!” Correct.

I figure I’ve heard all I needed to hear, so I move to slip past the group, but as walk by, the tall one steps to side, his back knocking into my front. Either I my balance is stellar, or his is terrible because he starts to fall, and my natural instinct is to catch him. 

As soon as my arms wrap around him, he whips around and I notice two things. 

They’re not twins. They’re triplets.

Even though they all have blue eyes, his are different. His aren’t sky blue. They’re ocean blue. Pacific Ocean to be exact. 

I feel myself drowning in them for a second. Everything freezes and I can’t breathe. 

That second passes by quickly, though, and I pull myself together, making sure he’s stable on his two feet, and go about my day. 

I pay for the gas, pump the gas, get back in the car, and put my other earbud back in. 

We’re at our new house in roughly 20 minutes. It’s small, but nice. 

It’s not the cabin, but whatever. 

It takes 45 minutes to unload the boxes and get them in their designated rooms. It probably would have take 30 if Mark would have brought something besides his case of beers inside, but Hannah and I managed. 

The only issue is that by the time we’ve finished unloading, Mark is piss drunk and knowing what comes next, it’s not something I want to be around for. So I put my hoodie back on, grab my overhead headphones and tell Hannah that I’m going for a walk. 

Frank Ocean’s singing to me as I make my journey around this town. It’s not even Boston. It’s Sommerville. Boston adjacent, I guess. 

It’s August and the sun is setting so it’s a little chilly, even in my hoodie and sweats. I love this weather. The air is muggy and it makes life even more melancholy than usual. 

I decide that since I was out, I might ass well find a job. Partly because I need money and partly because I do not want to be in that house longer than necessary. 

Being that it’s fall and people ar going to start using their fireplaces and making bonfires and shit, it wasn’t hard to find a lumber yard that was hiring. The guy I spoke to was a tall, skinny whit guy with th most aggressive pornstache I’ve ever seen. But he was chill and hired me on the spot. So now I have a job… there’s that I guess?

niyah speaks: im writing a series for pat pat (my biggest opp) enjoy guys and lmk if you wanna be on the taglist.

taglist: @patscorner @55sturn @streamermattsgf @mattslolita

[sillysymbol]

tom lehrer was right. life is skittles AND life is beer

[isoobie]

moots and what they remind you of!

omg sorry this took so long 😢

@boyfhee / she reminds me of cats, bubble tea (even though she hates it), webtoons, kdramas, video calls, late night walks, shared playlists, making food together, baking, bsf tiktoks, sharing airpods, album unboxing, badminton, enoclock, heejay, mirror selfies, best friend dates, cute cafes & big fat HUGS

@weoris / she reminds me of cherry blossoms, spring, rain on a sunny day, ice creams, jungwon (of course 🤞🏻) & train rides !!!

@urszn / she reminds me of jelly 🫰🏻, dyed hair, field trips, sports day, filming funny tiktoks, mark lee n riki & curly haired guys

@voikiraz / mari reminds me of love hearts (the sweet), summer time, park sunghoon ur bf, the word pookie & funny reels

@hoonvrs / saint reminds me of coca cola, funny memes, relatable tiktoks, uncontrollable laughter, accidental voice calls (iykyk 🤞🏻) & HOON

@yeokii / hana reminds me of anyone but heeseung (jokes u remind me of hanni sm), the colour baby pink, angst fics 💔, discord, gaming, cheese corn dogs & floral perfume

@hysgf / mika reminds me of kiss of life, chaeryeong & heeseung, nude colours like beige grey n black, pinterest 👏🏻, black cats & madison beer

@okwonyo / jiji reminds me of mochi, pretty pink bows, compact mirrors, soft makeup, the colour pink <3, wonyoungism, pilates, wonyo & jake OF COURSE

@tyunni / may reminds me of skittles, riki obviously, yuqi + minnie, vintage cameras, sneaking out of lessons together 🙉 & theme park rides

@wonryllis / she reminds me of sweet drinks like milkshakes, halloween, late nights, tulips, the colour beige + purple, fantasy and historical webtoons, cyberpunk core, jungkook (your loml 🙈) & the city tokyo

@wvnkoi / seol reminds me of dancing competitions, fun days out, r&b rap music, mark lee n jaemin, the whole of zb1 n boys planet & the colour deep blue !!

@seongclb / kat reminds me of jayhoon SO MUCH, kdramas, big chunky black glasses, rap music, fluffy blankets 🤲🏻, teddy bears & an older sister!

@atrirose / seiu reminds of a pink girly, milkshakes, strawberries n cream, MINGYU, being a passenger princess 😾, barbie, banana bread & anything coquette !!!

@yenqa / yen reminds me of yunjin, nayeon + jay all combined into one, pretty nature, the colour lilac and sage, vanilla, bows, coquette fashion & stars

@100203s / chae reminds me of tall green plants, all the riize members, the colour green (a nice one like emerald) & wave to earth 🙈🙈

@jjunae / she reminds me of mocktails, summery fruits like watermelons and grapes, leehi the singer, yunjin n jongseob :D, cute decorative lamps & silly diy projects 🙌🏻

@bywons / sru reminds me of coffee, the colours light pink and light brown, seashells, quiet music, daffodils 🔥, JUNG WON (more than hee i think and maybe bc of ur user) & poetry

[eolewyn1010]

10.04.2024, 12:27

'tis that time again!

While my little place is progressively turning greener, it's also getting significantly lusher. Like, do you see that shrubbery on the left? Sir! Sir, please! I am trying to take a halfway accurate shot here! Further thoughts under the cut:

I resisted the urge to pick some flowers on the way home which, in hindsight, was stupid. Never resist the urge to some whimsy.

Daffodils are on their way out, lilacs are coming in nicely. Most tulips still holding up beautifully.

So! Many! Snails! <3

After the rain, the suburb lowkey smells like the tropic houses at the zoo.

The pretty white tomcat is still up there, and still camera-shy :(

Someone is holding a couple pretty chickens in their garden! It's not a great photo, but perhaps someone can tell me what breed this is? They have very fluffy heads and super feathery feetsies.

10.01.2024, 12:27

Trying my hand at this project that @mikimeiko started, so here's the first of what will hopefully become 12 photos over the year. I like the prospect of having a motivation for walking half an hour uphill eleven more times this year better than expected; the wind up there is nice.

[jellyfishtoenail]

Dumb Tankmen headcannons

Captain (John)

Panromantic and asexual. Like, yes he makes c0ck jokes but the second you actually whip yours out he's disgusted

S3x neutral, thinks it's funny just doesn't wanna be a part of it

Is short hahahahah (is actually average height: 5"8')

Was a COD kid. Thankfully, only the c0ck jokes stayed

Has Adhd and is a little socially unaware (ex. making C0CK JOKES in front of his colleagues)

Drinks p!ss (ex. spooky month and Ted saying his beer tastes like pee). Why? No clue. He's just weird like that.

The thing about getting a st!ffy wasn't a joke at all, he actually just gets one when the enemy is nearby. Like a spidey sense. "My divk senses are tingling"

Steve

Greysexual and Greyromantic

John is literally the only person he's ever been attracted to in his 30 years of life

He does like John s3xually but doesn't do anything about it because he loves him, with s3x or without

Still calls John "Captain" on the battlefield, but when alone, he'll just call him John

Literally everyone knows him and John are gay but he still tries to keep it a secret. And fails when John gets too fruity for the 29383th time

EXTREMELY competitive. Like, if you lose, you'll never hear the end of it. If you win, he won't talk to you for days. Although he has been working on calming down a little.

Has anger issues but has been working through them too. (I mean you kinda have to if you're gonna date John tbh-)

Ted

Is nicknamed teddy bear by everyone and he HATES it

It came from after being shot in the d!vk by enemy tankmen he used a teddy bear to stop the bleeding from his down there. Someone thought he was doing it to the teddy bear and spread that rumour, causing the nickname

45 (cringe)

Asexual Aromantic

Also was a huge COD kid. Unfortunately, the COD brainrot stayed 😔

Tankwoman

Someone save her why is everyone so weird to her-

Probably the smartest out of all of them

Idk i don't have much to say. Just wish she got more screentime and the guys (cough, cough TED) were less creepy to her

Bill

The guy everyone is SURE is gay but is somehow straight

Like that one teacher we KNEW was gay until he started talking about his wife and kids

Acoustic (welcome to the club, bill)

Rip bozo

Skittles

18-19

The one shooting everyone in the dingaling

Has daddy issues (real)

Tim

GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Has a huge crush on commander (captain of enemy tankmen)

Objectum. Cuz why not

Definitely a little neurodivergent just nobody knows which one he has

Was a minecraft and undertale kid (me too, buddy, me too.)

Literally just follows Commander everywhere like a dumb puppy

Commander

Honestly just trying to do his job and defeat the tankmen (an asshole, but a focused asshole)

Is okay with tim following his as long as he does his job and doesn't get too close

Homophobic/j

Called tim a dumb puppy once and has regretted it ever since

[skeletor-reads-this-post]

Spring is here

A-suh-puh-ring is here

Life is skittles and life is beer

I think the loveliest time

Of the year is the spring

I do, don't you? 'Course you do

But there's one thing

That makes spring complete for me

And makes every Sunday

A treat for me

All the world seems in tune

On a spring afternoon

When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

Every Sunday you'll see

My sweetheart and me

As we poison the pigeons in the park

When they see us coming

The birdies all try and hide

But they still go for peanuts

When coated with cyanide

The sun's shining bright

Everything seems all right

When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We've gained notoriety

And caused much anxiety

In the Audubon Society

With our games

They call it impiety

And lack of propriety

And quite a variety

Of unpleasant names

But it's not against any religion

To want to dispose of a pigeon

So if Sunday you're free

Why don't you come with me

And we'll poison the pigeons in the park

And maybe we'll do

In a squirrel or two

While we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We'll murder them all

Amid laughter and merriment

Except for the few

We take home to experiment

My pulse will be quickenin'

With each drop of strychnine

We feed to a pigeon

(It just takes a smidgin!)

To poison a pigeon in the park

These pigeons have been poisoned by Skeletor!!!

Original HERE

Piano nabbed from HERE

(If I may step out of character for a moment; I'm not much of a singer but I went all out on this one because I've been a huge Tom Lehrer fan my whole life. I never met him directly, but he taught math at my hometown university and was a regular at the used bookstore where I had my first job. So thanks for the deep cut, anon💀👍)

[astralis-is-typing]

We lost the Summer

⚝fic type: Y/A (coming-of-age)

⚝genre/contains: huening kai x reader, fluff, angst, gn!reader, non-idol!au, friends2lovers if you wish on your lucky stars haha

⚝warnings: quite a few mentions of food (mostly ice-cream), one mention of alcohol (beer), brief mention of bullying (unspecified)

⚝word count: 2.5k, pt 1/2 (part 2)

⚝A/N: To help combat the lack of stand-alone hyuka fics on here ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ As the title suggests, this is inspired by the song of the same name by txt! Hope that helps explain why I'm posting a winter-themed fic on the onset of summer lol.

You always seemed to be missing a piece of stationery in 5th grade. Every time a lost pencil was replaced by your exasperated mother, there went your ruler the following week. It wasn’t until halfway into the term that you realized it was your plushie-loving deskmate, Kai. His speciality was pickpocketing your array of coloured glitter pens. Those were his favourite. It boiled your blood immensely but your teacher refused to change the seating plan, no matter how much you pleaded.

Between this and his penchant for tearing up pieces of paper to bits, you don’t even know how you and Huening Kai became friends.

It perhaps started as a result of one of his hushed comments about another classmate. He reminded you a lot of one of your aunts who loved to gossip. He even eagerly leaned in just like she did whenever you quickly whispered the latest playground drama into his awaiting ear. Kai would be stifling snorts as you exchanged notes under your shared table while your unsuspecting teacher jotted endless notes onto the whiteboard.

Sometimes, you thought he did this to make you feel better about the bullying you went through. If Kai ever found you sitting alone in class, sad after someone taunted you, he’d immediately crack a joke to make you feel better. All the kids were a little mean to each other, you’d try reason to yourself that way in a bid to keep what you thought was self-pity at bay. You just never really learned the art of sticking up for yourself. Kai took your mind off it. It was the best he could do as he hated confrontations of any kind.

Eventually, your friendship grew firm enough to bloom outside the confines of your school’s walls. It was a surprise to find out you lived on the same street. You’d never seen him while playing outside, but he explained his family would go visit his grandparents in another part of town on most weekends.

To add to that, Kai was quite the homebody and preferred to hole up in his room playing video games (while being surrounded by a hoard of stuffed animals) during his down time. This gradually changed the longer you two were friends. You lured him out of his den to be your dance buddy with promises of mint-chocolate ice cream and skittles as a reward.

You’d spend your weekends in each other’s company, bouncing between each other’s houses. You had been formally introduced to all his plushies, and your mom always served Kai extra helpings of whatever she was cooking when he came over.

The memory makes you sigh as you stand outside an ice-cream shop deciding what to order. The cool November breeze feels delicious as you stretch your legs after a long morning of studying in your university’s stuffy library. Your habit of eating ice-cream no matter the season had extended to your adult life. Other customers– bundled in their winter coats– eye you weirdly as you determinedly go over the shop’s ice-cream menu. Exam season was around the corner and the hours you had been putting in were starting to catch up with you. It showed through the eye bags sagging underneath your tired eyes and the yawns you barely manage to stifle under a gloved palm.

You’d moved to a different city after high school following your acceptance into a university there. The institution had been your second option– you’d narrowly missed your first and that fact had left you sour for months. Nevertheless, the classes were going good and the people you had met so far were nice enough… but when it came to finding a place that suited your niche for some much needed ‘me time’, you weren’t in luck. You missed your happy place, the record shop back home. No place in the city had offered you that comforting familiarity so far. It was quite a daunting experience to have to find new spots outside of your dorm to unwind.

You’d sometimes pop into that corner store even when you didn’t have the money to buy new music– just to look at what albums were up. The owner who’d come to know you well had gifted you an album when you graduated. You’d been saving up for the vinyl version so you could listen to it on the record player Kai got you for your thirteenth birthday.

He bought it for himself, really– because within a few months your shelves were filled with more of his albums than your own. He claimed he was tired of using the old gramophone his grandmother had given them, and would stumble into your room on a Saturday afternoon with his arms stacked with albums.

Sometimes, they were so many he’d have to cage the top of the hoard in with his chin. He’d be leaning back from the weight, his long black bangs obscuring his eyesight, and by the time he got to your doorstep the stack was teetering so precariously your mother had to relieve him of nearly half the collection as the two of them lugged the heap into the house.

Almost all your childhood memories contained Kai.

It made you dimly think that it wasn’t the places back home you missed. Rather, the memories they held. And if so many of these memories were about Kai then you should probably stop beating around the bush, and admit that you indeed missed him. You'd catch yourself checking your calendar more often than you cared to admit, having randomly remembered a date that was important to the two of you.

Every lunar eclipse, the Wednesday specials at your favourite restaurant, all his plushies’ birthdays, rock collectors’ day… all these silly little events that brought you two joy in between your harrowing school life. At the end of a long week- no matter what any of your classmates had said or the tests Kai had flunked– the two of you would still be able to scramble to his or your dining table with smiles, eagerly waiting for dinner.

You and Kai had unfortunately drifted apart towards the end of high school and over the course of the months spent in a new city you’d been convincing yourself that it didn’t bother you as much as you knew it did– deep down. You reckoned that even when you went back home at the end of the semester, the two of you wouldn’t have much in common. You had matured over time and you were sure Kai had too.

A big part of your moving away was about becoming a better version of yourself– away from the influences you grew up with. Initially, it had been a real struggle to find your footing; you subconsciously felt that you had something to prove to the kids you went to school with. They were always putting you down and you had ended up changing so many aspects of yourself at the time and sucking up to them to be more likeable.

You’d started hanging out with a different crowd around your senior year, ironically containing some of the people who would bully you. It was easier to ignore that fact than the spurts of serotonin you got every time you said something witty enough to make them laugh. Your school didn’t have much of a social hierarchy, so you wouldn’t necessarily call them the ‘cool kids’. That was far too cliché. They were just… different. Wholly unlike your small group of friends that you’d had previously.

It irked Kai, seeing you put up some type of façade. Granted, he had begun to change too, becoming more temperamental in his late teenage years. To you, he was far too moody and snapped too often. So many of your little arguments turned into big fights and eventually there was an ice wall between the two of you.

The tension had really stressed you out at first, but your mother had told you to give things time to cool down. Your family was still wholesomely pleasant to Kai, even though his visits became few and far in between. She’d said that the two of you would still be friends in the end, that if it was ‘meant to be’ it would work itself out. You had been sceptical about that take, and even more so when her advice didn’t work.

He stopped coming over, the few albums he’d left on your shelf abandoned and gradually gathering dust as you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to them without him. The two of you were exchanging nothing more than rushed pleasantries in the hallways by that point.

Wandering through the city alone reminded you strongly of those lonely lunch time hours following your fallout with Kai. You would usually run all your plans through him and the two of you would figure out what to do together. Nevertheless, the loneliness taught you to have some individuality, and there were no ‘if’s or ‘but’s about that. It was the trait you admired most in Kai. His ability to block out all the noise and do whatever the heck he wanted.

Kai never succumbed to peer pressure, even at a young age. More so during the onslaught of crush culture, when he simply laughed (unnecessarily loud) at the antics your classmates pulled to impress their desired guy or girl. Huening Kai would be caught dead sacrificing his lunch money to woo someone with a gift he bought instead. When he was on the receiving end of such bestowals, however, his boisterous laughter would be replaced with a bashful giggle as he amicably thanked whoever gifted him.

You’d caught yourself gazing at him rather too fondly yourself… noticing little attributes that endeared him to you in a way that sparked a foreign sensation in your gut. The way his lips puckered when he had his cheeks stuffed with a cupcake, the faint smell of his mother’s favourite detergent that lingered on your pillow long after a sleepover had ended… the teasing lilt his voice would adopt as he called out your name while messily tying his soccer cleats’ laces...

Some days you would run ahead of him just to hear it, leaving him to struggle as he hunkered down in a corner of the grassy soccer pitch. However, your older sister had advised you against making any kind of move. Having been the victim of unsuccessful confessions herself, she’d warned that you would be ruining a good friendship. And so your budding infatuation simmered to an eventual halt.

—

Walking the familiar path back to the university, you were drawn out of your reverie by a dog running up to you and wagging its tail at your feet. The poor thing barely reached your shin and your heart swelled at the sight of its tiny brown frame. Its owner smiled at you cordially as you reached down to pat it, its fluffy fur comforting you even through your gloves as you hold your ice-cream at arm’s length with your other hand. The best part about winter-time ice-cream sprees was that you didn’t need to worry much about it melting and dripping onto the pup.

As it merrily trotted back to its owner you took a short lick of your treat with a smile on your face, marvelling at how such a small encounter could change the course of your day for the better. It was these little excitements that reminded you of why you’d taken the chance and moved.

The city isn't all bad, you muse, looking into the buildings you pass that are buzzing with activity as the day wears on. As you’d previously established, the people around here were nice. You’d made at least one good friend this semester. A lanky, fluffy haired boy named Soobin. Oh, how you wish you could stuff him in your pocket! Sure, you had to crane your neck up to look him in the eye and his hands were so big that your face could fit in one alone, but his soft disposition absolved your initial intimidation.

Soobin was in your economics class and had approached you in the cafeteria two weeks into the term, offering you a seat at his lunch table with a few of his friends. The space was so huge and it was jarring trying to find a place to sit. You remember shyly agreeing; silently kicking yourself for managing to give off a ‘lost puppy’ kind of vibe when you were supposed to be making a shot at being independent. By now, however, you had gotten sufficient time to practice– there were so many decisions you had to make for yourself now... socially, mentally and especially financially.

Hacking this new chapter of your life solo had been a tempting plan, but Soobin was fun to be around. Between your shared love for gaming and his seemingly aloof personality that complemented your over-analysing one, the two of you made quite the pair. On top of that he was a great wingman on the rare occasion you met someone you found cute at a fair or convention.

You hadn’t yet been swept up by the notorious college night life (not with the workload your major came with), but Soobin was still with you the few times you’d actually attend a party. He’s the one who would get you invited anyway; you didn’t know how he did it since he was such a homebody. Him sticking with you had more to do with keeping you from escaping than anything else, though.

“You really need to enjoy this time while you’re at it,” he had tried persuading you on one such occasion, switching your mocktail for a beer. You’d been quick to shove it back in his retreating hand, spilling a little of your drink on your shorts in the process. He’d laughed at you rumbustiously for what felt like forever until you nagged him, calling him by his full name and ordering him to go get you a napkin.

“You’ll miss these opportunities sorely when you’re like, forty and have kids to feed.” He’d called back ominously as he disappeared into the crowd. He was still rambling on about how these were the ‘prime years’ of your life while being swept up into the sea of swaying bodies and you struggled to hear him over the bass of the pop song blaring through the speakers. You vaguely recalled that it was your sister’s favourite and raised a glass in her honour. Somehow, you managed to spill even more of your drink in the process. Soobin just happened to return at that moment, and your dimpled friend could barely contain his amusement even when shot with the deadliest glare you could muster.

The pleasure Soobin derived from your misfortunes strongly reminded you of Kai, who’s favourite misgiving of yours was your clumsiness. You vividly remember a day when you were rushing from math to P.E., attempting to tie your shoelaces while standing. As you tumbled to the ground in a hazardous heap, his laugh echoed down the hallways, causing teachers in the nearby classrooms to peep through their respective doors and glare at you two disapprovingly.

⚝A/N: I've been working on this story for quite a while and I'm happy with the way it's turning out :) I'd love to hear your thoughts xx

[spurgie-cousin]

Ok so for those that don't know, the beer and skittles thing is a jab at Kody who often says "life isn't all beer and skittles" and SOME people are getting really mad at Christine for this photo. In a like, just let it go already kinda way.

And honestly, let her get her jabs in ffs. She raised 12 kids for a man who called her a fat slob before they were married, never gets sick of mentioning how not attracted he was to her throughout their 20 years of marriage, and is now adding that he didn't even love her at all, etc. Oh and who is still constantly selling stories about her to tabloids.

Honestly, there are way lower blows she could be delivering here, like how he has the most bizarre hair situation in the entire world, how he absolutely doesn't have that 6 pack he always brags about, etc but she doesn't lol. Maybe they noticed it after they bought snacks, maybe they did it on purpose, but Kody has stayed shit talking her to anyone who will listen. So imo, let her get her silly jokes out, at some point it'll stop being funny but that is not today.

[peterhollandkait]

I’m unbelievably bored right now 😫

Your post about asks brought me back to life (I’m eating skittles in my bed , dissociating from the world)

I feel like I could use a little fluffy Drabble. I miss summer so bad (we are having another snowstorm here tomorrow) , maybe you could write something around swimming and sunbathing with any of Pedro’s boys … hahaha

Sorry that’s the most unclear ask ever

I hope it’s okay that I wrote this for my children, Frankie and Sunny!! Sunny is the MC of my incoming Frankie fic “Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You” and I think you’re going to love her.

The Sun and Her Fish: A Frankie and Sunny Drabble

Frankie Morales x fem!reader/oc

Once in a blue moon, your apartment complex's pool would be free of swimmers and chatty neighbors. Today was one of those days. When you noticed the bare pool deck outside your window, you woke Frankie immediately, tossing his swim trunks at his face while you pulled on a bathing suit in your bathroom.

Frankie watched from his spot on the bed as you roamed about the room and apartment, putting together a tote with towels, sunscreen, your sunglasses, and various snacks. You had taken care of him the night previous, lulling him back to sleep from a particularly nasty nightmare with your cuddles and loving embrace (as well as his favorite lavender lotion). He felt terrible about waking you up, even though you always insisted it was no big deal, so he was thankful that you would be able to have some quiet time at the pool to lounge around after everything you've done for him.

"C'mon Morales," you teased. "Trunks on, let's go!" You gave him one last look before you grabbed your bag and made your way to the other side of the apartment.

When you reached the kitchen, you snuck a couple beer bottles into the bag even though the complex had a strict no-alcohol rule at the pool deck. You were willing to break the rules for Frankie though, and you knew he would appreciate it when he found them in your bag later.

Frankie appeared in the hallway as you pulled on your sandals, smiling at you. "Ready for the sunshine, mi girasol?"

You grinned back at him, tugging the bag over your shoulder. "You bet I am, mi amor."

Frankie chuckled and slipped on his beat up sandals before he followed you out the door and down to the poolside.

"How long do you think it'll take for the pool to fill up once everyone realizes it's empty?" You inquired, turning to look at your best friend as you walked.

"Hopefully we'll get a couple hours," he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You're going to get in the pool, right? It'll be good for you." You pulled away briefly to unlock the gate, stepping inside to let him through.

"I dunno..." Frankie hesitated. "I don't think so. I'd rather sit and relax, mi amor."

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"Frankie, c'mon," you whined, leaning against the concrete from inside the pool.

"Hermosa," he shook his head, chuckling at you. "I don't want to get in the pool. It's nice up here in the shade."

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up and out of the pool. "Francisco, I swear to god. Get your ass in the pool, soldier!” You huffed, hands falling to your hips as you scowled at him.

When he didn’t move, you stomped over to him like a child, grabbing for his hands to pull him up and out of the lounge chair. But Frankie had other ideas. He tugged you toward him, causing you to lose your footing and fall into his lap with an “oof.” He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer as he chuckled.

“You play dirty,” you mumbled into his skin, head rested in the crook between his shoulder and neck. You took in the scent of him, banana boat sunscreen with a hint of his woodsy cologne underneath.

“Sit with me a little, then I promise I’ll get in, girasol.” His right hand rubbed circles into the skin above your swimsuit bottoms, making you hum softly.

“Okay,” you agreed, reaching for your phone on the table next to the lounge chair. “What should we do for dinner tonight?”

“We could go over to my mom’s and grill out. She keeps asking to see you.”

“That is a great idea. Make sure abuelita is there too, of course.”

Frankie chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I swear, you’re only friends with me for my abuela.”

You giggled, your lips dangerously close to the most sensitive spot on his neck. “Damn, you figured me out. I’m playing the long game here.”

He laughed then, shaking his head. God, he didn’t deserve you.

Frankie didn’t say anything for awhile, but his hands never stopped moving on your back. You enjoyed the quiet, settled in the arms of your love. You laid there contently, listening to his heartbeat, thoughts silenced in your relaxed state.

After almost a half an hour, you decided it had been long enough in the shade and itched to get back into the water. You sat up in his lap, reaching for the open beer bottle on the side table and taking a swig. “Time to go, mi amor.”

“More sunscreen first, I don’t want to hear you complaining later about a sunburn and how the bed is too hot.”

You scoffed, watching as he grabbed the sunscreen tube to reapply the lotion to your back. “It was one time!”

“Mhm, and I’m the king of England.” You rolled your eyes at him, a smile forming on your lips. He was right of course, you did tend to be a little irresponsible with the sunscreen.

He placed his hands on your back, the cold lotion making you jump slightly the feeling. “Sorry,” he whispered, spreading the white liquid across your skin as quickly as he could.

“‘S okay,” you replied, resisting the urge to moan at his touch. Frankie had a way with his hands, caressing your skin gently as he worked. He rubbed into your muscles as if he was giving you a massage. It was almost, sensual.

Frankie, on the other hand, was trying so desperately not to get a hard-on as he touched you. He heard your little whimpers, felt the way your body was responding to his touch. It was almost too much.

When he finished, his hands retreated almost too quickly, disappointing you. You turned back to face him, your hands settled on your hips. “Ready?”

He nodded, taking a final swig of his beer before helping you up and following you over to the edge of the pool. You grabbed the hat on his head, tossing it back to the lounge chair. “Wouldn’t want to get that wet, would we?”

“Honestly, I forget I’m wearing it sometimes. Thank you.”

You smiled, pulling on his arm as you led him down the stairs and into the water. “Should we do laps like when we were kids?” You sank lower into the water as you spoke, tugging him towards you.

“Honey, that sounds exhausting.” You laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m serious! There is nothing I would rather do less than fucking laps.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You leaned into his touch, humming softly. “What shall we do?”

“Do adults have to do anything in the pool? Can’t we stand here and savor the cool water and quiet atmosphere?” He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nope. We did that on the lounge chair mister. What about Marco/Polo?” You rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him with your soft eyes.

You were so close, he could just lean down a few inches and kiss you. It would be so easy. He glanced at your lips, the decision weighing on him.

“Frankie?” You said, pulling him back into reality.

“Yeah, uh. Yes, that’s fine. Do…do you want to go first?”

The two of you played for what felt like hours, chasing each other around the pool from one end to the other. Every time he caught you, you squealed loudly, squirming in his arms.

It reminded you of your childhood, when the two of you, along with Santiago, would hang out in your grandma’s pool all summer, seeing who could do the most laps, win the most rounds of Marco/Polo, or who could hold their breath the longest.

Times were simpler then.

Deep in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Frankie come up behind you in the water, making you scream as he grabbed you. “Oh fuck!”

Frankie laughed and pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped around your middle. You hummed in his embrace but shook your head at his antics. “God, you’re really the worst,” you laughed.

“You love me though,” Frankie grinned, spinning you around in the water. His hair was soaked, sticking to his forehead. It was getting longer now, the ends curling around his ears. He looked beautiful like this, so relaxed and worry-free. You loved it. You loved him.

You kissed his cheek, lips lingering on his skin. “I do, mi amor. I love you very much.”

[salsalatte]

do you have any favorite ElsAnna stories or some you can recommend?

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Spiderwebs #29: Conscience

Masterlist

content: immortal whumpee, captivity, stabbing

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When his eyes fluttered open, Heather was right there. 

She was right on top of him. In her hand, she held a knife.

He was too stunned to even scream. But he really, really wanted to! Because why the fuck was she there? Oh God. He was so close to her. She was so close to him. His pulse went machine-gun fast. He could smell the orange blossom soap on her skin, the conditioner in her hair, the faint coffee scent of her sweater. He thought, for a moment, that he was dreaming, but this was too vivid to be a nightmare.

He swallowed. His throat was raw, arid and scratchy. He wanted to beg but he couldn't even bring himself to move. His limbs felt like they were wrapped in cellophane.

She pressed the knife lightly against his shirt. The point of the blade twisted against fabric.

His breathing slowed, the longer he stared at it. He was not in any danger, he realized, not any worse danger than before. If she was going to kill him, he didn’t mind dying again.

Well, then, this was a walk in the park! This was a slice of pie. Skittles and beer and vanilla ice cream. Life was going great. He was out of the basement. Everything was going to be okay.

He could even see sunshine! The curtains no longer covered the window. From his left, light spilled over the window ledge with reckless grace. The living room was much less dim and dreary. He could even see the blue sky, a merry robin-egg shade stretching over the snow. Jackie could get drunk on that sight.

She narrowed her eyes, as if just noticing he was awake. “You're quiet.”

He shook his head and left it at that. He felt much better, compared to last night. Sleeping in the basement was hard. He would wake up in bursts and starts, easily startled by a noise he’d imagined or a spider darting across the wall. This was his first deep rest in a while.

“I was checking if you were asleep,” she said.

Jackie nodded distantly, already thinking of other things.

Just then, the doorbell chimed. She cleared her throat and stood up, off the sofa, and walked around the corner. The door opened. He didn’t get up. Back then, he would have taken this opportunity for escape with eager arms, but escape was a distant pipe dream now. He was so much older, so much more exhausted. Shameful, to give in so easily, but…

Outside the window, a cardinal flitted across the snow. He closed his eyes and put his head back down. The sofa was so comfortable. Shameful, this docile sort of life, but he was happy.

The front door was not far from the living room. Jackie could hear the faint murmur of conversation. Nobody he knew, nobody he could recognize.

It was brief. Only a couple of words were exchanged, then the door was shut again.

There was the dull crunch of footsteps in the snow, and the lock clicked into place. He heard more footsteps, echoing against the wood floors. Outside, a bird tittered its song, piecing together a hesitant melody. Branches crackled in the cold.  

He heard a heavier thump, closer to him. Jackie started upright. There was a white box at the foot of the sofa. Kind of like the boxes bakeries used for cakes. It was heavy, judging from the sound, but not too big. Only about five inches tall, five inches wide. There was no label on it, no shipping company, not even an address.

Heather hadn’t put the knife down. Did the visitor notice? Did they not care? Her stare was boring holes into him. She stepped closer, until they were no more than a rat’s-tail apart, and he did nothing.

Before he could even register what had happened, he flinched. There was a blur of movement. A sharp motion. The ache in his chest flared up to a burst, and he clutched the wound on instinct. A spurt of blood dripped down the knife and across the curve of her hand. She had stabbed him. He could hear his pulse get weaker, feel its sad convulsions in his throat.

“A—ah. Shit.” He would never get used to the pain of dying, no matter how often it happened. He pressed a shaky hand to the knife’s handle. “Good morning t—to you too.”

Heather made a slight, small choking sound. Her hair hung down like torn rags around her face, brushing the edges of his jaw. She staggered, then… put her head down on his shoulder. Tears wetted his shirt. Their cold, salty sting bled through the fabric to his skin.

“Oh.” He cringed. This was not his idea of a good morning.

“Jesus…” She shuddered against the crook of his neck, against his chest.

“Yeah. It happens. Do you want a hug? Or… what’s in the box?”

"Morphine.”

Not all her drugs were homemade, then. “Do you want some morphine too?”

“Yes.” She sniffed. “Yes to both, please.”

He didn’t know how to administer morphine, or how to reach them with Heather leaning on his shoulder, so he settled for the hug. Around her waist, around the thick maroon fabric of her sweater.

He patted her back, a rhythmic motion below her shoulder blades. “There, there. It’s okay. Why are you sad?”

“I—“ Her voice hitched. “I stabbed you.”

“I’m fine. I’m immortal, remember? I’ll be okay.”

“It’s not that, it’s—I don’t know why I’m being so cruel to you, Jackie. I don’t know! I wish you would—” Another hitch. “But it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just scared.”

“Yeah…” He glanced down at the knife. His slow-dripping blood had an odd viscosity to it, and it was so dark that it nearly shone black. The blade was embedded so deep in him that it was barely visible, rimmed by the slightest glint of light. It was one of those kitchen knives. They usually came in a set. Three silver circles dotted the handle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even want to keep you here. I was going to kill you. But I don’t—what was I supposed to do? I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I forgive you.”

“No, you don’t,” she snapped. “You’re saying whatever you think will make me happy. You hate me. You should hate me.”

Such a picky girl. Take the forgiveness and leave, or else say nothing, because there was nothing he could say back. If he kept acting cute, she would hurt him regardless, and if he started spitting insults at her, she would probably bash his head into the wall. But it wasn’t his opinion she was searching for—no, he was a prop for her guilty conscience, and he’d have to play along.

“I love you, Heather.” He pressed up against the side of her face. “Don’t go.”

“You…” She let go of the knife. This shifting caused his wound to sting anew, but he made an effort not to wince. “You don’t love me. I hurt you.”

“I don’t care. Just… don’t leave me alone again. Please. It was horrible. I don’t want to go back.”

“I won’t.”

A prop, a perfect prop, never complaining or talking back. A doll, a sweet and shallow toy. Maybe that was what she wanted. Jackie probably couldn’t do that for her, but he could try.

The doorbell rang again.

She sat up straight almost instantly, tearing away from him. He felt a dizzy ache clog up his throat, as her heat left his skin. She scrambled off the sofa, conjured up yet another tissue. After impatiently rubbing at her eyes, she threw it on the coffee table. Off and around the corner she went.

There was a shrill sound—it was the door swinging open. “Good morning, ma’am.”

“Hello, officer.”

Officer. 

Jackie froze like a deer. 

He clutched the knife still stuck between his ribs until his knuckles felt sore. If he screamed now—no, Heather would lock him alone again, and she’d kill the witnesses, whatever it took to silence him. He stared at the crumpled tissue instead. A torn, crushed, fragile thing. So immaterial in the glaring sunlight.

“Hello.” The voice was rough but reedy, husky but not deep. “I wanted to ask a few questions—“

“Questions?” Heather’s voice was calm, even confident. “Ask away, officer. Is something wrong?”

“There’s been a disappearance in this neighbourhood.” Jackie’s heart pounded like snares in a metal crusher. “Have you heard anything about Matthew Markham?”

Oh. Of course. The dead body. The unlucky guy who had annoyed Heather. Of course nobody was looking for Jackie. He swallowed the sinking feeling in his gut and continued to listen.

“No, I haven’t heard anything. My apologies.”

“That’s alright. We've been searching the area, you know how it goes. Would you mind if we talked inside your home?” There was a tiny creak—Jackie imagined him leaning forward, trying to push through the doorway.

“Do you have a warrant, officer?”

There was a curt, painfully obvious pause. “I'll return in two weeks or so. I appreciate your help.”

“Okay, officer. I hope you can find Matthew.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” 

The door closed. He wasn’t a dirty cop, then. Not some pig. What luck. Jackie wanted to kick the guy. If only he were a brute! The law was fair, but it was not always kind. If only he’d barged in, shoved Heather aside, and taken Jackie home…

Home? What home? The apartment was gone. Repossessed, returned to the landlords, rendered to dust and white-wash wood. This was his home now.

“Jackie!” Heather ran back into the room. All that confident composure had crumbled away. Panic warbled in her voice. “Fuck! What should I do?”

He sat up straighter. “Why are you asking me?”

“Who the fuck else should I ask? Matthew?” She began to pace beside the table, back and forth, tracing her steps over and over. She ran a tensed hand through her hair. “Shit, shit, this is bad.” She paused her pacing to glance at him. “Don’t just stare at me. You have a plan, right?”

“Not really. Sorry."

This was not the answer she wanted, but she finally stopped running laps across the living room. Instead, she stood against the wall opposite him, looking more haggard than ever. Jackie seriously doubted that this mysterious cop with a missing warrant could rescue him. If Heather thought he was in danger of being discovered, she wouldn’t simply give up and let him go. She’d stuff him in a closet, or hide him in her trunk, or lock him up somewhere equally uncomfortable. It was in his best interests to nudge her towards a plan that didn’t involve being shoved into small spaces.

“Heather. Do you trust me?”

She laughed without mirth, her head bent down, her ruffled hair falling over her eyes.

“Okay,” he said. “I get it. It doesn’t matter. More importantly—you have a lot of money, right? You’ve got a rich daddy who up and died or something. That’s why you can afford this house and all those drugs and still never go to work. That’s how you got all those nice chiffon scarves. Am I wrong?”

“You’re… uh, you’re right. I live off a trust fund. How did you know?”

He shrugged. “Lucky guess.” Nobody who earned their own living had time to play with pharmaceutical drugs. ”Listen, if you’ve got the money, we could just leave. Go to Hawaii, maybe.”

“Leave… how? We can’t drive to Hawaii. Can’t take a plane, either. I don’t have your passport, it would look suspicious. Perhaps we could go to…”

“Kentucky?”

“No. I was thinking of somewhere temporary, like…”

“A hotel?”

“A hotel!” She clapped her hands together. “You sly devil. That’s perfect. They won’t suspect a thing.”

Sly devil. That was a new one. Sounded coy. Very suave. Better nickname than subject, anyhow. “When are we leaving, then?”

“I’d say… three days to pack, then we can leave right away.”

And he hoped, crossed his heart and hoped, that this would not backfire. Just one nice thing. Just one streak of luck. Lord knew he needed a break. He just needed this to go right. Just one good day.

“By the way,” she said, gesturing to his chest, “you’ve got a little something…” 

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” He wrenched the knife from his heart. His blood soaked the front of his shirt and smudged on his hands. For a minute, he could not feel his pulse—how odd. He did not have a heartbeat at all.

Heather took the knife from his hands. Although she hesitated, as if she wanted to speak, she left the room quietly.

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Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAu

Chapter 23

Warnings: swearing, light angst, dirty talk, little bit of smut but mostly implied- fingering, toys, bondage. I think thats it.

18+ ONLY!

Notes: we have come to the end of our tale, thanks for sharing the ride with me, it's been a slice.

There will be an epilogue eventually.

I have other stories in the works so y'all can't be rid of me so easily.

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For the next three months Y/N and Bucky planned their wedding, worked with the physical therapist on getting her used to her new arm and took care of business together with George Barnes.

They decided to move into Y/N's family home and move her mother into the guest house.

That meant Y/N had to clean out the guest house where Thor had lived, where she had spent so much time and learned so much about life and love.

Bucky and her mother offered to help but she refused, needing to say her final goodbyes to Thor alone. When she was almost done, Loki came over to take some of Thor's belongings. They sat on the floor in the empty living room, listened to Thor's favorite music( Wagner, starting with his Flight of the Valkyrie) and drank an entire bottle of Thor's favorite vodka, laughing and crying together remembering him.

Bucky showed up after she called him, slurring and laughing. He called Heimdal to pick Loki up and carried her up to her bedroom.

Y/N kept a box of pictures and mementos of her time with Thor. Mostly pictures of them from shows, with her horses and the ribbons or trophies she had earned, and the gatherings that came afterwards. Thor always looked so proud of her. He had been such a good friend above all else but she knew he wanted her to go on and be happy so she was trying. After Bucky left her in her room, she cried for Thor, for their love and for the Olympic dreams she had once had that she was sure were over now.

Once it was all cleaned out and redecorated for her mother, Y/N felt like she was starting a new chapter in her life. Different from what she had planned but still potentially wonderful.

She truly was falling in love with Bucky. He was a bit of a slow learner but she could see how he was working to be better for her. They were seeing a counselor to help work through everything they had been through and they were both hopeful that they could build something from the ashes of their past

Y/N spent time with her horses but only if someone else was around to help. She was afraid of misjudging the strength of her prosthetic and hurting one of the animals. She rode a bit but either with her mothers help or using only her right hand which was clumsy and confusing to the horses. Being around them was therapeutic in itself but her limitations were frustrating. All the tests the physical therapist had done, showed she had complete control of the arm but she couldn't help feeling scared of the damage it could cause if she didn't have that control, for whatever reason.

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Y/N fidgeted with her dress "Mama, this shoulder just won't lay right."

Her mother shook her head and sighed "I had it laying just fine until you had to fuss with it."

Y/N was wearing an ivory one shoulder gown with gold thread detailing and fabric draped over her left arm. She was still very self conscious of the prosthetic, and couldn't stop fussing with it until she saw her mothers look.

She huffed "Fine but it feels weird."

Her mother shook her head "Well, honey, you lost your arm. It's only been three months since you got the prosthetic. These things take time."

Y/N gave her mother a soft smile "I'm sorry. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by, well everything. And really nervous."

Her mother smiled at her "I don't think you have anything to be nervous about. You look lovely, like a Grecian goddess, James will be beside himself. And I've seen the way he looks at you. Life won't be all beer and skittles but if you remember to trust in each other, you'll be alright."

Her eyes teared up "Your father was so proud of you. Your riding and what a strong woman you grew up to be, how you stood up for yourself with James."

She looked over Y/N's hair, making sure her gold leaf tiara, encrusted with tiny diamonds and pearls, was straight. Her hair was up away from her face except for the curled tendrils that broke free.

"I know, Mama. I wish he was here." She sniffled "Don't make me cry, it'll ruin my make up."

"Ok, ok. We can do this." She hugged her daughter.

There was a knock on the door and Pepper came in with Morgan. Both wearing sleeveless dresses with a deep v neck, Pepper in baby blue and Morgan in a soft yellow. "It's time, Tony will be here in a minute. Are you ready?" She looked Y/N over and smiled. "You look beautiful."

A few minutes later there was another knock and Pepper went to let Tony in.

Tony entered the room looking dapper as always in a grey suit with a tie that matched Peppers dress.

He smiled when he looked at Y/N "When did you get so grown up? That baby who cried all the way through her christening, seems like it was yesterday." 

He hugged her "You look beautiful, kid. Barnes better appreciate what he's got, or he'll have me to answer to."

Y/N smiled fondly at Tony, trying to hold the tears back. "I don't know what I would do without you, Tones."

Tony smirked "Lets hope we never have to find out." He offered his arm as Sam came to escort Y/N's mother to her seat.

Y/N held on to him tightly when Morgan spread rose petals, then Pepper went to walk down the aisle. Her music started and she froze. Tony patted her hand "Come on kid, you've got this."

When they started walking, she was afraid to look up and watched her feet as they walked into the garden in her parents backyard, where she and Bucky spent so much time together, where they fell in love. She heard Bucky clear his throat and looked up to see him staring at her in awe, stunned again by her beauty. He gave her a small smile, encouraging her to walk to him. She returned the smile and looked over him in his dark grey suit, feeling her insides flutter at how handsome he was

Both of them went through the ceremony in a daze, looking only at each other and needing multiple prompts when it was their turn to speak. They had written their own vows where he promised, in front of god and everybody, that he would always treat her as his equal in business and in life, and they both promised to be honest and keep no secrets. They had special rings made by Tony that were magnetized to their vibranium arms.

When the officiant told them to kiss, Bucky pulled her flush against him and kissed her breathless. He pulled back just enough to look in her eyes "You're mine now, doll."

He looked at the crowd as they were introduced as husband and wife, nodded, then took her hand and pulled her back down the aisle and into the house until he found a guest room and pulled her inside.

Bucky pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard "I've wanted you for so long doll, I'm losing my mind. I just need a taste to keep me until later" he kissed her again and ran his right hand up her leg, under her dress, nibbling down her neck "Fuck you look so beautiful. I wanted to take you right there, in front of everyone, claim you as mine. You drive me crazy, Baby."

She whined quietly "please Jamie, need you."

Bucky smiled against her skin "That's my girl. Oh" he paused "The things I'm gonna do to you sweetheart."

His hand made it up to her core and he groaned at her wet panties and thighs "This turn you on doll? Knowing I couldn't wait to touch you? Not caring that everyone out there knows damn well what I'm doing to you."

He pulled her thong aside and rubbed his fingers in her slick "Fuck Y/N, you're dripping" he slid one finger inside and she moaned softly until he added another one, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Oh baby, your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight. I bet you need to be filled don't you? Fill this tight little pussy with my fat cock and cum until she's overflowing?" He nipped at her neck, careful to keep from leaving any marks.

"Oh god, Jamie please. S'good. fuck. I need, I'm gonna..."

"What do you need baby? You wanna cum all over my hand, soak it?" He grunted "Ohhhh, fuck. I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, fuck I wish it was my cock. Sooo wet and tight and-"

And he pulled his hand away as she was about to fall over that edge, making her whine "Jamie!"

She looked at him to see him sucking on his fingers and moaning "So sweet doll." Then looked at her smirking, with a twinkle in his eyes "let's go mingle with our guests."

She huffed at him "But Jamie!"

He tsked at her "I told you I just needed a taste. Don't worry, tonite I'll take care of you until you're begging me to stop. For now, business."

He offered her his arm after she straightened herself out and she pushed it away, frustrated and not looking forward to schmoozing mobsters for the next few hours.

"I'm gonna make you regret this, Barnes."

Bucky gave her his most charming smile "Don't you threaten me with a good time."

When they walked back out to the garden, which had been quickly transformed, with the chairs moved to the tables that surrounded a dance floor in front of the gazebo and the twinkle lights coming on as the sun set, everyone applauded with some whooping and whistling added in.

Y/N blushed and Bucky just grinned like he'd won the best prize at Coney Island.

They went through all the traditions. Their first dance together. Cutting the cake, feeding each other cake which she warned him not to fuck around with. Steve's half drunken best man toast which Sam had to finish while Steve cried on Loki's shoulder. Tony's father of the bride speech which included a number of threats aimed at the groom. The garter which almost included an unplanned orgasm from the bride, damn Bucky and his teasing, was caught by Sam. Tossing the bouquet that Wanda, who had spent the evening dancing with Sam, caught after a brief tussle with the Carter sisters who had been eyeing Sam all nite.

When he decided it was time to go, Bucky was chomping at the bit, picking Y/N up while she was hugging Pepper and Morgan. He carried her bridal style as he practically ran away from the guests throwing birdseed at them and raced up the stairs to the newly redecorated master suite. They had agreed to wait until all of the family business mergers were completed to leave town.

He gently set her down and went to remove her dress when she backed away, worried he would ruin her dress. Y/N kissed him sweetly then excused herself to the bathroom, instructing Bucky to get comfortable on the huge bed. He stretched out in the middle with his hands behind his head, naked as the day he was born and harder than he had ever been.

Y/N came out of the bathroom in a set of blue lace lingerie that was barely there. She smiled at him and crawled across the bed until her heat was hovering over his cock. He groaned when he realized the piece was crotchless as he felt her dripping onto him. She settled on top of him and his hips bucked up, trying to penetrate her dripping pussy. She leaned down to kiss him, rubbing her chest against his while she ran her hands up his arms.

Bucky felt soft fabric gliding over him and tried to reach down and grab her waist, only to find his wrists were bound.

"Y/N, doll. What's this about?" He tried pulling against the soft fabric but couldn't get free.

Y/N pulled back and smiled sweetly, in her most sugary voice she told him "Remember when I told you that you'd pay for teasing me?"

Bucky laughed "Awww come on doll, I was just playing with you. I planned on making it up to you tonight. Untie me and I'll show you."

He smiled at her and she felt her insides turn to mush so steeled her resolve.

"Later" she got up off the bed and grabbed a box, seemingly out of nowhere, to set on the bed near him.

Bucky tried to sit up and look but the restraints held him down "What's that doll?"

She smirked at him "Just some toys to play with, have a little fun." As she restrained his legs.

She pulled something out of the box and showed him, a faux fur cat 'o nine tails that she ran along his body, tickling and causing his muscles to tense up. Until she smacked his thigh with it and he hissed from the slight sting.

Then she pulled out a long slender shape, showing him the vibrator then turning it on low and rubbing it along the crease of his thigh, barely touching his twitching cock.

Next a small butt plug which made Bucky's eyes widen causing her to giggle lightly. "Don't worry Jamie, I have lube."

He choked slightly.

Y/N looked him over, contemplating if she should show him more and deciding that was enough to start. She looked in the box for a moment and pulled out a blindfold.

She sat back down on him, wiggling her hips until his member was practically engulfed in her wet heat. When he thrust his hips, trying again to find his way inside she snapped the cat 'o nine tails across his chest, making him gulp air into his lungs.

"Doll, ple-"

She cut him off

"This will be a lesson in relinquishing control, something we both need to work on but if it really gets to be too much just say 'red'"

Y/N just barely wiggled her hips and Bucky groaned but didn't move.

She stifled a moan and smiled "Good boy." then put the blindfold on him and pulled in a deep breath to control her own desire

"Oh, Jamie, the things I'm gonna do to you."

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Chapter 24

[kizzykiszka]

TEASE

pairings: josh x danny || word count: 4k || warnings: heavy smut. too many tags to count.

Summary: After a show, Danny decides to confront Josh in his hotel room about an encounter they had together that left Danny feeling a little frustrated.

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12:30am

Hours had passed since the band had waved goodbye to their loving fans for the night. The show had been perfect for once. Josh got himself handed a few shots of tequila that he happily downed mid-song, Danny sported a new pair of sunglasses while Jake and Sam both danced around in several layers of feathery boas that stuck to their sweat covered bodies. And after a very long encore performance for their Chicago fans, they were all happy to retire to their hotel rooms for the night. 

Josh loved life on stage. The adrenaline high, the thousands of people singing along with him and the pure love he felt from his audience was a feeling he strived to achieve with each show. But he wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t exhausting. Usually after a show, he’d quickly get out of the jumpsuit he wore and into more breathable clothing to wear on the drive back to the hotel. They’d share some drinks among each other and then each retire to their separate sleeping quarters for the night. Josh would shower and go through the motions of his self care before lighting some incense and reflecting in the peace and quiet about the day and what he could do for a better tomorrow.

Tonight though, the band had a break in their travels. The next show was going to be Fort Worth, Texas and they weren’t due to leave the windy city for another few days. Josh decided tonight that he’d catch up on some reading he was behind on and sleep in. Something he rarely got to do. So, he was now wrapped up in the blankets of his bed with his nose buried in a book when a small knock interrupted his train of thought. “That’s weird,” Josh thought to himself as he glanced at the bedside clock, “It’s almost 2am. Everyone should be asleep by now.” Still, curiosity got the best of him and he got up out of bed to see who it was. 

He only cracked the door open a bit and was greeted with the smiling face of the band’s drummer, Danny. “Hey,” Danny whispered, a huge grin on his face, “I knew you’d still be up. Can I come in?”

“Of course I’m still up,” Josh whispered back, confusion in his voice as he opened the door enough for Danny to slip in, “I guess you can come in. Did you need something?” Danny steps inside the dimly lit room and it’s here that Josh can see that he had a plastic bag in his hand. “You went out?” Josh inquired, “Without Shadow or anything?”

“Yeah, it’s like 1am and I wanted candy, nobody’s gonna know it was me,” Danny reassured the singer, “Sam and Jake are already out cold, so I figured you might like to join in. I got… a shit load of candy.” 

Josh pursed his lips together thoughtfully as Danny began to noisily dig through the bag. “Did you get… gummy worms?” he asked, peering around Danny’s arm to inspect the contents that were being tossed onto his bed. Gummy bears, Sweet Tarts, Skittles, several chocolate bars and… a 6 pack of Budweiser. “I got all kinds of stuff,” Danny replied, “Take whatever you want.” After a moment of thought, Josh decided on the gummy bears since they were closest to the chewy sensation he was looking for. Tearing open the bag, Josh put a few in his mouth to chew on while he gazed out upon the brightly lit city ahead of him. Behind him, the hiss of a beer can opening echoed around the room, “I know it’s late,” Danny said, taking a sip, “But I… kinda wanted to talk to you and I couldn’t think of another time to do it.” 

There it was. Josh sighed deeply, letting his body sink into the armchair in the den area of the room. “Oh yeah?” he said, gently tugging the hem robe he wore nervously, “What did you want to talk about?”

Danny’s footsteps could barely be heard across the carpeted floor as he approached Josh from behind. The beer can was placed on the accent table to Josh’s left and a pair of big hands suddenly took hold of his shoulders, sending a shiver down his spine. “I think you know.” Danny’s voice whispered. His breath now smelling heavily of the cheap beer while his fingertips carefully pulled apart the robe to reveal Josh’s bare shoulders. Danny’s fingers slid down Josh’s collarbone to explore his chest. It was as the tips of his friend’s fingers brushed past his nipple that Josh suddenly came to his senses and pushed him away. “Danny… I told you, it… it wasn’t like that,” he stammered, pulling the robe back up over his body, “I didn’t… mean too. It just happened.” 

“Mm,” Danny hummed, his eyebrows raised, “Is that so?”

Josh stood up now and re-wrapped himself in the robe. His cheeks were flushed a soft shade of pink, eyes downcast to the floor. He couldn’t even look at Danny. It was embarrassing, “Y-Yes…” Josh’s reply was unsure, “I… I told you. I just– I had a few too many drinks and… it just happened. I don’t want it to go any further than that…” 

His body was turned away as Danny took a seat in the chair that he’d just been sitting in. Tongue in cheek, Danny takes another sip of beer and shakes his head. “That’s funny,” he chuckled, “Because as I recall, I was the one who had to push you off so your brothers didn’t come in and see you with your hands down the pants of their unofficial family member.” 

Josh chewed on the inside of his cheek wordlessly, eyes still trained on the floor out of embarrassment. “It’s okay to admit you like me, Josh. We’ve been passive aggressively flirting for years behind closed doors so I’m sure you had some idea that this was gonna happen eventually.” Danny explained. Josh tossed the gummy bear bag to the couch behind him and let out a frustrated groan, “What do you want me to say Daniel?” he asked, “That I want you all to myself? That I meant to kiss you? That I wanted to keep going?” 

Danny shrugged, a smirk now filling his lips, “Actually, what I want is to continue what you left me to deal with after Sam took you to your room. It’s not very nice to get a fella excited and then just leave him the way you did.” 

If Josh could get any more red, he would. And he did. It was incredibly tempting. Touring was so exhausting and stressful. He’d give anything to let off a little steam. Everyone was asleep and they would likely sleep in late just like he’d planned too. Nobody would know, so it didn’t matter… right?. Danny pats his open lap gently, motioning for Josh to come and take a seat on top of him like he’d done just a few days ago. With one more longing glance to the darkened skyline outside, Josh decided that he didn’t have much to lose. He turned back towards the chair and though hesitant about it, he climbed into Danny’s lap. The big warm hands that had been on his shoulders moments ago now took their place around Josh’s waist as he straddled Danny carefully. He was still having trouble looking at the man below him, and Danny was very aware of this. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Danny teased, “Look at me, baby boy. I wanna see those big brown eyes of yours.” 

Danny gently reached up from his grasp on Josh’s waist and carefully used his fingers to manually turn Josh’s head towards him. His eyes reluctantly followed while Danny’s thumb petted the side of his reddened cheeks in a loving manner. “You are painfully pretty, you know that?” Danny murmured. Josh scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, sure…” 

“I’m absolutely sure,” Danny smirked, bringing Josh’s face closer to his, “What would you like for me to do to you, Mr. Kiszka?” 

Oh, just about anything. Josh’s mind was swimming in every dirty fantasy he could think of. He would never openly admit that he’d lusted over Danny long before they’d even been co-workers, but having liked him for that long there were so many things he wished for Danny to do to him. Before Josh could even put in a request, their lips connected together into a deep kiss that sent relief washing over Josh’s body. The hands that had been resting patiently on Danny’s chest soon wandered upward to dig his fingers into the depths of the soft black curls of his lover’s head. The kiss starts out sweet but the neediness takes over and Josh isn’t shy about letting Danny’s tongue creep inside to explore his mouth. While Josh tasted of a faint sweetness from the gummy bears the lingering flavor of hops on Danny’s tongue instantly overpowered the interaction. While distracted with the kisses, Danny’s own hands moved up to undo the knot that Josh had tied into the robe. It was a struggle but he eventually freed Josh from the confines of his fluffy prison. The kiss is broken as Josh jumps away a bit in surprise. Not thinking he’d have visitors tonight, he was completely naked underneath the robe. Instantly, his cheeks flush red again out of embarrassment. Danny, meanwhile, couldn’t stop himself from eyefucking the boy who was straddling his lap. “This is infinitely better than what I was thinking,” he breathes out in awe before turning his gaze back up to Josh, “... Question is now, what do I do with you?”

Danny moves to quickly unwrap the rest of his partner from the robe and toss it to the adjacent couch. Being that he was totally nude made Josh feel much smaller than he already was. Danny’s eyes briefly glance down to the erection Josh was sporting. It was already begging for his attention, twitching uncomfortably. Not yet. “I think you’re due for some punishment,” Danny murmured thoughtfully, “I can’t just let you think it’s okay to get away with riling me up and leaving. That wouldn’t be fair, would it?” 

“No…” 

“No, what?” 

“No… sir…” 

“Good boy,” Danny mused, “Now, I want you to get on your knees right there in front of me. You can suck me off with that talented little mouth of yours.” 

A small pout forms on Josh’s lips and he rolls his eyes as he sinks in between Danny’s legs. His knees hit the rough carpet below as the sound of jeans unzipping filled the room, followed by the jingling of the metal belt that Danny was wearing. “You owe me,” Josh huffed, gently tugging his boxers down, “You know I don’t like doing this kinda stuff.” 

“That’s why it’s punishment,” Danny chuckled, running a hand gently through the fluff on top of Josh’s head, “It’ll end faster if you start.” 

Josh rolled his eyes once more, reaching upward to wrap his hands around the base of Danny’s cock and stroke it softly. He was rock hard already. And as much as Josh didn’t want to admit it, he was too. Josh starts out slow at first with just his hand while Danny continues sipping on the opened beer. Shifting his weight around, Josh gets himself closer in between Danny’s thighs and runs his tongue across the underside of his cock, stopping at the head to give it a small kiss. Danny finally uttered a small groan that deepened as the top half of his cock disappeared into Josh’s mouth. “Oh, fuck Josh…” he murmured, a single hand reaching down to gently grasp a handful of curls in his hand. Josh can feel the man’s hips twitch uncontrollably as he establishes a rhythm. “God, you’re good at this, aren’t you?” Danny grunted, a coy smirk on his face, “I knew you were a little slut but, this?” 

Josh continues on for a few moments, his eyes shut tight while he continues to work the length in his hands. He hated sucking dick. Whether it was a stranger, a partner or god forbid– Danny. He hated stooping down this low. Despite this though, he was good at his job and did his best to pleasure everyone he was with. Danny was no exception. The beer can in Danny’s hand had been placed back on the table and was now occupied by tightly gripping the arm of the chair he sat in. A string of quiet moans escaping his mouth with each bob of his partner’s head. Farther and farther down Josh went until the tip of his nose was pressed against his belly, which normally wasn’t an issue for him but this time he wasn’t really expecting it. 

Almost as soon as his nose came in contact with Danny’s skin, Josh’s eyes fluttered open and he shot backward quickly while coughing. “You good?” Danny asked while Josh wiped his face, nodding his head. “It just surprised me, that’s all,” Josh whispered, “I… I can keep going, I think…” 

Danny glanced at the boy between his legs and then over to the bed, another smirk filling his face. “Mmm, no that’s okay,” he hummed, pushing himself up out of the chair, “I think I have a better idea. Come here~” 

He shuffled past Josh, kicking off his jeans the rest of the way while beckoning his completely nude partner to follow him over to the bed. Josh double takes Danny and the bed, eyes growing wide before he rapidly shakes his head. “Danny, we… we can’t do that. Not here!” he whispered frantically, “What if someone hears us??”

“No one’s going to hear us,” Danny replied coolly, now tossing his shirt to join the pile of clothing on the floor, “Now get over here before I carry you myself.” Josh exhaled a deep sigh and picked himself up off the floor to hop across the room as quickly as he could. They may be on the 15th floor but he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing him like this. Shyly, he plopped down on the bed next to Danny with his eyes looking anywhere but him. “I kinda like this bratty side of you,” Danny purred, reaching out to turn Josh’s face to his with his fingers, “It’s kinda cute how you roll your eyes at everything.” 

Josh opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by a long kiss by Danny that he instantly fell into. Yeah, he’d been a little mad at his friend for going this far but all of that seemed to vanish the instant their lips connected. Again, Danny dips his tongue inside while Josh’s fingers explore the waves of curly black hair that drape around their upper bodies. A small gasp comes from Josh at some point as from out of the darkness, a hand takes his own member and starts to stroke it gently. God, it felt so good after not being able to touch himself for so long. He unconsciously grinds his hips into Danny’s hand while they continue exploring one another’s mouths. 

The kisses are eventually broken and Danny moves down to work on Josh’s neck, his hand furiously stroking Josh’s member now. “God, Daniel…” Josh breathed out, “Please don’t leave any marks, they’ll… they’ll kill me…” 

“Shh,” Danny hushed his partner with a grin on his face, “They won’t know. I promise.” 

Danny moves farther down Josh’s chest, the kisses growing in intensity the farther down he goes. Past the collarbone in places he knew that no one else would see, Danny’s sure to leave behind several angry red hickeys to remind Josh of the experience he was about to have. Danny momentarily breaks his grasp on Josh’s member to hold tightly onto the boy’s hips. He was now sitting directly between Josh’s legs and was looking at his prize up and down with a look in his eyes that sent chills all across Josh’s body. “I’m gonna ravage you, you know that right?” Danny asked, bringing both of his palms up under Josh’s thighs to pull them upwards slowly. 

Josh’s eyes widened once more, “W-Wait, we can’t do that yet… I–” 

“You didn’t come prepared?” Danny interrupted him, turning around to the pile of clothes on the ground, “Don’t worry, I did.” From out of the pocket of his discarded pants, Danny extracts a small bottle of clear lubricant. Josh was both relieved and nervous at the same time. The cap of the bottle is opened with a loud click and Danny drizzles a hefty amount of his fingers, “You thought I’d dry fuck you? I mean I’m definitely punishing you but I’m not that angry.” Danny whispered. Josh’s entire body shuddered as he felt a finger curiously run across his hole, sending chills throughout his arms and legs. “Oh, fuck…” he hisses the words out of his mouth, throwing his head back up against the pillows. 

Danny smirked and carefully pushed a finger inside, watching carefully as Josh writhed and moaned in response. While Danny continues stroking himself, one finger evolves into two and then into three that were fucking him so painstakingly slowly. When Danny was sure that Josh was fully prepared, he applied some lube to his own member and teasingly pressed it against Josh’s ass, “How much do you think you deserve this?” Danny teased. 

By now, Josh was a mess. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and arms were up above his head, gripping the pillows tightly between his fingers. “I-I… I deserve it…” he whispered breathlessly, “I– I’ve been good.” 

“Have you?” Danny questioned teasingly, “Are you sure?”

“Y-Yes!” Josh gasped the response out as the entirety of Danny’s tip entered him. Danny pulled back out again quickly, still with a teasing grin on his face, “You gonna leave me hanging like this ever again?” 

Josh shook his head furiously, the look in his eyes pleading Danny to fuck him. Danny rolled his eyes playfully with a soft chuckle, “Alright, I guess I believe you.” Roughly, his hands move to pull Josh’s thighs up so that his legs are hovering up over his body. Guiding himself in, Danny pushes inside slowly. Josh chokes out a high-pitched moan, covering his mouth with his hand as his head rolls back into the pillows behind him. Danny clambers over the boy’s shaking body and they connect into a deep kiss again as Danny thrusts himself inside slowly, teasingly. 

Josh whimpers into the kisses with each thrust, unable to control himself. It had been ages since he’d been fucked. Usually, he kept company with women that he’d meet occasionally on tour. With men he’d make exceptions but it was very far and few between. His thoughts were completely scrambled and all he could think of was how jelly like his legs felt now. The feeling was indescribable. “Fuck Daniel,” Josh mumbled between kisses, “Fuck me, please… harder…” 

“I think you should beg for it some more,” Daniel whispered back, “I like hearing you whine.” 

“Please,” Josh whimpered, wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck, “Please I– I need you too.  Please…” 

With a smirk on his face, Danny clenched his tongue between his teeth and moved his hands up to firmly grasp Josh’s little waist. With his thumbs dug tightly into Josh’s hips, he picked up his pace rapidly and received a loud moan from Josh in response. Fingernails are fug deep into Danny’s skin, dragging down the length of his back. Euphoria spread throughout the entirety of Josh’s body and he thought he could see stars each time Danny thrust deep inside him. “You wanna be bred you stupid little slut?” Danny growled the question under his breath, a free hand now back down to roughly stroking his partner while Josh could barely contain himself. Unable to formulate a full sentence, Josh nodded his head with a low whimper. 

“I knew you’d want that,” Danny teased in Josh’s ear, “You’re such a bad boy. Moan louder for me, come on!” Danny’s voice commanded him, his free hand used to give Josh’s ass a hard smack. The sweat on Josh’s brow was now enough to wet his bangs and his heart was thumping heavily in his chest. At this rate, he’d cum at any time now. He couldn’t think. His entire body was responding in a way that he couldn’t comprehend. Josh wrapped his legs around Danny’s hips and pulled him closer, and though in the heat of the moment, Danny couldn’t help but smile. Danny dips back down and lets Josh wrap his quaking arms around his neck that Josh pressed his face into quickly. It wasn’t loud like he wanted but he was now privy to the tiny sounds Josh made each time his cock thrust deep inside him. 

Maybe next time he’d have a little more fun. He was getting too close now and soon he’d have to return to his room. 

Danny shuts his eyes and focuses intently on the whimpers of his partner. The words leaving Josh’s mouth were unintelligible but sweet. It was everything Danny could have asked for. “Cum inside me, please,” Josh whispered, “Please… I-I’m so close… Don’t stop…” 

Music to his ears. The begging was enough to send Danny over the edge, and now at his limit, he thrusts himself inside of Josh as deep as he possibly could with a low groan that Josh chimes in with just seconds later. For a moment, they’re frozen in that position while the orgasms they experienced sent numbing shockwaves through their bodies. Eventually though Danny pulled out and shuffled back in the bed to admire the mess he’d made briefly. Josh had been rendered into a shaking mess with his own seed spread all across his belly and chest with his half lidded eyes staring at the nothingness above his head. Danny snorts and pats Josh’s thigh, “Now, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” 

Josh breaks the trance he was in and makes brief eye contact with Danny, shaking his head with a small scowl, “No…” he admitted quietly, “... But now I have to shower again.” 

Danny slides off the bed and hurriedly starts to put his clothes back on, “Well, that’s not such a bad thing,” he joked, “At least you’ll have the bus ride to sleep through, won’t you?” 

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Reluctantly, he did take another shower. But this one felt more earned. The muscles that twitched and ached were soothed almost instantly once the warm water flowed freely around him. It was about 3am by the time he stepped out and if he wasn’t tired before, then he definitely was now. When he opened the door to the room, he found that the place was neat and tidy again. 

“Danny?” Josh questioned, grabbing for the robe he’d discarded earlier to wrap around his chilly body. He looks around the room confusedly, finding himself a little saddened that his love making partner hadn’t stuck around for after care. But he left no trace of himself. The clothes were gone as was the bag of goodies and beer that he’d coaxed Josh to open the door with. Maybe he’d dreamed all of this? It felt like it since it looked like Danny hadn’t ever come in here. 

Josh takes a seat on the edge of the freshly made bed, but jumps back out of surprise as the crinkle of plastic comes from underneath him. He’d sat on a bag of sour worms. And upon further inspection, there was a yellow sticky note attached. Knitting his brow together, Josh peeled it off to inspect it in the dimly lit room. 

“See you next week <3”

Josh rolled his eyes and crumpled the sticky note to toss in the trash. “Like that’s gonna ever happen.” Josh mumbled, tearing open the gummy worm bag and digging his hand inside. 

Like he’d ever let Danny fuck him again.