#n i like seein other peoples taste in music

[thebananwithaplan]

@getblammed (cont.)

Though at first surprised by @thebananwithaplan ‘s instinctual reaction, Pico did seem to get it, with a chuckle and a reassuring nod following the banana’s sheepish apology. He couldn’t help but be glad that he wasn’t on whichever game show the guy hosted, because god only knew the amount of censoring or sudden commercial breaks they’d have to do with how often a curse slipped without care. “ Yeah, it’s cool, man. It’s disorientin’ though, all th’ new faces. Been seein’ Nene n’ Darnell around more lately, that’s dope. ”

Had the growth taken some getting used to? Of course it had, people weren’t drawing the flash portal’s “mascots” with a mouse in shitty drawing programs from sketchy websites anymore, and they certainly weren’t animating them in Flash anymore. Not as commonly, anyways. Today is the age of flashy tablets, and entirely bypassing the ‘just getting started’ age of scribbled hands and circle tool heads. Pico couldn’t complain though, just meant content of him and his fellow icons at a higher quality.

“ Course I got good on th’ mic, B! I’m more than my guns these days, ya know? Everybody’s been gettin’ into th’ music game lately, s’ pretty wild. ” He’d always had an interest, really. He’d even wanted to be a DJ when he was younger, either that or something with computers. Now he’s neither, but that wasn’t important right now.

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Honestly, it's for the best. Sorry, Pico, but he really can't afford to lose the SMART Technologies sponsorship. DB promises there's still ways you could win prizes without having to set foot in the studio, though!

. "Really? That's nice! At least you still have some friends that got developed with you along the way. I didn't even really had a 'universe' to be in, so to speak. Like, there were other fellow dancing fruits in similar gifs, but none who I'd call an actual friend. Not even mutuals. We just... co-existed, I guess...."

It truly were different times. The Dancing Banana couldn't even talk, let alone have much of a thought in the world outside of dancing; the most 'communication' he could do then was all through his body language, whether it was by his signature dances or by waving his pompoms around. (Depended whether he was in his pixelated or animated 2d glory) of course. Maybe sometimes also holding up signs that had questionable phrases on them.

The upgrade of these art and animation programs sure helped with his update to his current design. But good lord were many 3D attempts steering too close to uncanny valley - it's only the Shovel Team that finally got his look close to that of a likable funny toon character.

A character that still had some questionable morals lingering close to 'dangerous' territory by others to the point of having 'WANTED' posters, that also had a school theme involved in their lives at one point, and who has gained a greater taste and talent for music. Sounds familiar?

. "That's great! I'm a big fan of Blammed, by the way! And the way you were basically shooting down an entire army to the bpm in Stress? Honestly, I call THAT talent! I can't help but be pr-"

. "....pretty impressed!"

No, he wasn't absolutely about to say 'proud of you' to Pico like he was some old out-of-touch uncle. A side effect of having an urge to cheer kids up and actually having any sort of a family with actual younger nephews. Pico isn't even that young anymore, either. He has to remember that now.

. "Between you n' me, you've definitely got skills to pay the bills. And I don't just mean that with your, uhh, more 'renowned' talents."

[applejuiceaddictyo]

haha, dick joke. im slappin my knee, wipin a single tear away from my eye. truly some highbrow humor goin on here. color me impressed.

yea, had to be prepared to talk about all the shit i missed. aint a big deal, i like seein yer thoughts so it was just like a marathon run of the usual.

gunna classpect myself fer sure now, aint no way im gonna take this slander. me and poofy pants shouldn't even be in the same sentence. consider us estranged divorcees the way im goin' no contact.

glad yer doin a little better, sorry i aint been around. know that i cant do much, but i woulda tried to help out or whatever if id known. n' i really doubt im the only one who appreciates how much of a dork ya are, bet youre underestimatin your charm at least a little here. in the least 'pity case' way, yer kinda like a wet cat that people just take one look at and gotta go grab a blanket from their car an' take home n shit.

stickin another 'you tried' star to my shades. was talkin 'bout that 'date night two' one cause that wasnt just a 'i love their music' post and i know you know thats my favorite song, ya little shit. but i saw all the other mccafferty shit too, yeah.

dude, seriously. i been watchin a ton of video essays lately 'bout old flop shows to find recommendations. its funny as hell when people try n' make serious shit but it's just... bad.

i think you should wear the poofy pants. thatd be funny as all hell and id take a shit ton of pictures

man am i also getting the wet cat treatment? i thought that was hals thing. then again theres bucketloads of fanart of me in cardboard boxes so i guess that makes sense

so thats actually really funny because i only added the 'date night 2' part because that song came on and i was like huh. hey. thatd make a good addition. besides i only knew that was ONE of your favorites not favorite of all time. hella funny though. good song. wasnt on purpose but now im laughin

you should watch this guy brad taste in music, especially his series where he goes over melanie martinez. its fuckin hilarious how bad it is. starting to think the guy is a masochist with how much music induced pain he puts himself through

[scamoosh]

music to make love to your lady by

i was tagged by @thetravelingsolipsist thank youuuu 💕 Alright fam I’m tired of pricing used cars so I’m pausing to give this music thing a go (shoutout to my #1 fav @theongreyjoyyyy​). Anywho: 1) Spell out your URL with a song beginning with the corresponding letter: P- Postcard (Jukebox the Ghost) I- I'd Love to Change the World- Matsdubs Remix (Jetta) N- Never Be Like You (Flume ft. Kai) K- Killer Queen (Queen) B- Bloody Poetry (Grieves) U- Underwater (MIKA) T- Tiny Cities (Flume ft. Beck) N- Not Your Fault (AWOLNATION) O- Open My Eyes (Rival Sons) T- Temporary Home (Carrie Underwood) R- Run to You (Pentatonix) E- Earned It (The Weeknd) A- Alright (Joel Faviere) L- Lone Digger (Caravan Palace) L- Lake Pontchartrain (Ludo) Y- Youth Gone Wild (Skid Row) 2) Put your music on shuffle and take the first ten songs: 1- Dread In My Heart (Mother Mother) 2- Blue Eyes (MIKA) 3- First of the Year (Skrillex) 4- Blue Lips (Regina Spektor) 5- American Beauty/American Psycho (Fall Out Boy) 6- Gorilla (Bruno Mars) 7- From Eden (Hozier) 8- R U Mine? (The Arctic Monkeys) 9- Cinema- Skrillex Remix (Benni Benassi) 10- Goodbye To a World (Porter Robinson) 3) Tag some folks: @7ucielchoii @enviously-in-love @diomdes @dinoburger @donutdog7 @angelontheground

[smutatonics]

𝓕𝓾𝓷

OK SO WE R JUST GOING TO PRETEND LIKE BUCKYS ROOM IS SOUND PROOF BC OF ALL THE NIGHTMARES HE HAS AND LIKE THE SCREAMING IN HIS SLEEP STUFF

summary : your a new avenger that passes through Buckys radar

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content NO MINORS,kissing, unprotected sex, pet names, fingering, spit kink, size kink, multiple orgasms, bruises

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! please don’t repost/steal any of my fics!

“Who’s that?” Bucky said to Steve in the living area of the commens.

“Oh that’s y/n, she’s new. Apparently she has some type of super soldier strength, but she’s stronger.” Bucky looked at you as you walked down the hallway. You were just coming back from boxing (well if punching a metal wall a million times counts as boxing), all sweaty and tired. Your sports bra was pink and your tight leggings were black. You didn’t know anyone was watching you so you adjusted your top making Bucky smirk a bit looking you up and down.

“She’s hot,” Bucky said turning to Steve, still smirking.

“Ha yeah she is, but she’s in a relationship, I think,”

“You think?”

“Well I don’t know I mean girls that pretty don’t jus’ walk around bein’ single,” Now you’ve walked into the living area, airpods still in your ears blasting music. You gave Steve a weak smile not even noticing the new face on your right. You grabbed a glass of water and chugged it. Once your eyes opened up you nearly spit out all the water you just drank. Shit, I didn’t even notice someone was there you thought giving the stranger a smile while taking out your right airpod.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I play my music really loud,” you said while showing your bright smile and walking over with your hand outstretched.

“Oh that’s ok sugar. I’m Bucky,” he said with a warm smile, greeting your hand with the cold metal one. God he towered over you. He was like a full on giant. Once you had your gazing moment you pulled your hand away.

“Y/n,” you said bringing your hands to your hips, “Are you a friend of Steve’s?”

“Yea, we’ve been friend since childhood,” Bucky said gesturing to Steve.

“Ah,”

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, Steve and I were just wondering if you were single,” Bucky said with a smirk.

“Wha-“ Steve started to say.

“I’m single. Well, honestly I just sleep around, have fun, ya know?”

“Oh yeah I know,” he said now clearly looking at your tits, “I’ll be seein’ you, y/n,

later

“Can’t sleep babydoll?” Bucky said as you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The truth was you never could sleep and you were surprised that the bags under your eyes really didn’t show. You didn’t trust anyone, ever. So how did you sleep at all? Youdidn’t even know.

“I don’t sleep. Or at least I don’t try to,”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust people and I’m most vulnerable when I’m asleep,”

“Ah,” Bucky said rising from the kitchen seat, “Do you mind grabbing me a glass?”

“Not at all,” you poured water in both the cups and gave one to Bucky. your hands interlocked as he stole the cup away from you.

“Thanks doll,” he said winking before he chugged the whole glass in under five seconds. The best thing about it was that he didn’t break eye contact with you the whole time. Still not breaking contact, he reached over you to place the glass in the sink.

“So what do you do at night?” he said practically in your ear while he slowly put the glass in the sink. Masturbade. You usually have sex with someone or masturbade. But you couldn’t tell him that.

“Uh well I watch movies and stuff,”

“Is that all?”

“Well…” A smirk formed on his face as his metal digits found your shoulder making you flinch, cursing it up up and down lightly.

“…well you know I sleep around, I told you earlier,”

“Mhm,” he said the metal arm now cupping your face, “You said you liked to have fun,”

“Yes, I did,”

“So,” he said now coming up to your ear, “Wanna have some fun?” Not wasting another second he kissed you, moving his hand to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to lift a leg up. He quickly grabbed both of your thighs and thrust you upward making you yelp. Now you were practically riding him in mid air as he walked to his room.

“So needy doll,” he said and you could feel the smile with your tongue. You wanted to respond but you just nodded. Usually you weren’t this submissive, but there was something about him, something that made you think that there were no limits that you wouldn’t pass for this man. With his tongue down your throat he pushed you onto the bed. You stopped for a minute trying to pull away and get a word in.

“So *pant* what do you wanna do?” you ask while trying to catch your breath. A chuckle came out of Bucky as he removed your tiny pajama pants.

“No panties? And this sweet little cunt is so wet,” as he felt you the shivers down your spine only increased. Your back arched and he started to lick your upper thighs.

“Buc,” you moaned his name. Just his touch could make you cum. Without warning Bucky stuck two fingers into you, making you lightly scream.

“Mhm you like that baby?” he said as he moved his glorious tongue towards your pussy. “Yes,” you moaned making him laugh and sending chills throughout your whole body. He increased the pace of both his fingers and his mouth. He ate your out like you were his last meal. He couldn’t get enough of your pretty little pussy. You cursed and moaned, your back arching until the coil in your stomach snapped.

“fuck!” you yelled, both of your thighs shaking. Bucky pulled the fingers out of you and licked them both with pleasure.

“You taste amazing, babydoll,” he said your eyes fluttered shut, “God I got you so knocked up just from my tongue, wonder what my cock’ll do to you,”

“Please,”

“Please what sweetheart?”

“Please stuff me with your cock,” you said confidently as you opened your eyes. Bucky tilted his head a bit, smirking even more then before. He took off his boxers and thrust into you making you gasp for air. It was so big. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Bucky started to nibble on your neck, surely leaving marks tomorrow. You gripped the sheets and yelled his name.

“By tonight i’ll have you screaming my name until you can’t see straight,” His pace fastened and he pulled away from your neck to see the beautiful faces you were making. You tried to pull his long hair before he grabbed both you hands with his metal arm, pinning them above your head. He grabbed the headboard above the two of you making the whole bed move violently.

“Your so needy doll, you know that?” he said causing you nodded and bite your bottom lip.

“Open,” he ordered, and you obediently followed as he spit inside your mouth, “Swallow,” through muffled pants you swallowed his spit making him give you an evil grin, “You belong to me now, this pussy belongs to me,” he stated fastening his pace even more, “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Y-shit-you,” you were so close, “Buc, I’m gonna cum,”

“No wait,” he was almost there as well but he just needed a little bit more.

“Please, oh please,” you said begging him.

“I said wait,” he tightened the grip around your hands. his thumb now came to your clit rubbing circles around it.

“Cum,” as soon as he said it the coil in your stomach snapped and he poured himself into you. Both of you moaned and never broke eye contact with each other. He rolled over to the other side of you laid there filled with sweat and cum. Both of you were panting as you turned yourself over a bit and snuggled up next to him. He looked down at you giving you a warm smile and he put his arm around your body.

“So, you wanna have sum’ more fun tomorrow?” he said raising an eyebrow. Now that he wasn’t fucking you your confidence came back you straddled him, pussy right above his cock.

“From now on, I’m gonna have fun every night,” you said against his lips.

“Mhm, that’s my good girl,” he said licking his lips and kissing you.

[cullxtheherd]

Jacob Seed Sings - A Series Of Nonsense (Part 3/?)

“𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮” 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧™ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟖𝟒𝟎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧, "𝘪’𝘭𝘭-𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭-𝘺𝘰𝘶-𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯-𝘵𝘰-𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦-𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦", 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘣 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦: 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘠 𝘕𝘖𝘛. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 (𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘯𝘱𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦) 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴/𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦/𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘌𝘎 𝘢𝘯𝘥?? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘓𝘋 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘥𝘴... 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 [🆇] 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 - 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥!

𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘖𝘋 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘺™ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴- 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴; 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦? 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘺𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺? 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

Being the kind of people Drubman and Boshaw are the first establishment you manage to see the inside of is a well stocked, crowded and rowdy bar promising ‘Open Mic Night’ but for now the jukebox remains a constant in the background, letting loose unfortunately catchy new-age country music.

Despite their promises of taking it ‘easy on ya’ Dep’ the team aptly self-named Shurky orders up a round of the cheapest, stiffest rack whiskey: no chaser. Next up is a pitcher of Pabst a piece which they challenge each other to drink as quickly as they can. Mostly? They make a mess but it’s harmless, boisterous fun and, overall, it makes you laugh- really laugh for the first time in weeks.

Two pitchers each and three rounds deep the jukebox is interrupted by the hum-squeak of a microphone turned on to an already buzzing and too-loud overhead speaker system. The ‘emcee’ for the night is some guy that looks like he operates out of his van in his sister’s lawn and does kids parties on the side; balding, overweight, greasy and unenthusiastic to boot.

Lamely and unimpressed you return to your table and your drinks and when the generic munchie food you ordered arrives the lot of you are all too glad to forget the stage and it’s first few acts careening along in the background.

It’s nearly midnight before Hercules declares he’s gonna stop drinking so he can drive straight but, then, without warning or notice, the tequila arrives and the three of you start making friends with nearby patrons. You aren’t sure when, exactly, but the din of the crowd breaks and, like the majority of them, your attention is finally drawn to the stage and you are genuinely horrified by what you see.

The long, large and lunking form of one of your mortal enemies. All six foot whatever of him, hunched to meet the microphone. Boots are casually notched on the rungs of a much-too-small stool cursed with bearing the brunt of him, but his eyes, thankfully, are closed and in combination with the shitty overhead lights and highly under qualified ‘technician’ you can relax. You are, seemingly, safely hidden away in the blinding congregation.

[🆇]

Jacob Seed produces a noise more pleasant than you’d have imagined in a lifetime and for all of his hacking and coughing and raspiness over the radio? He is capable of producing a clarity that is startling. For a time - however brief, however fleeting - you allow yourself to daydream around this glorified, crooning image. Fantasy takes you places you are much too comfortable with for your own liking: fireside in an abandoned cabin, calmly under a billowing breeze beside the river- anywhere but here and, more unsettlingly, a l o n e. With:

HIM!

“Are you seein’ what in the fuckitty fuck fuuuck I am Sharkules?”

“Yeah in the,” He hiccups, grips tight on the neck of his Miller High Life, “Hellacious fuckin' humdinger I am Hurky- auh? H u r? Yeah. Hurky?!”

Although you are definitely keen on absorbing every spare moment of their carefree, childlike banter you are intensely focused and the half annoyed half amazed conversation fizzles out in favor of rhythm and soul instead. Before you can get too comfortable floating in whimsy here he leans in, lips against the mic and responding to the crowd, “Thank you.”

For the moment you are? Disappointed at the small, humble taste. But when the crowd quiets enough he begins picking out another pleasant rhythm.

[🆇]

“I’m startin’ to hate this Hercules.”

“Shit I got the damn willies,” He sounds as ashamed as you feel, “I need a bigger, better drink for this.”

“Count me in,” You respond without really thinking, eyes still hopelessly fixated on the warbling ginger.

In your infinitesimal, imaginary universe he sings for you- about you; what if he does?

Oh, what if he does?

He has been very nearly romancing you as it is; however violent and brutal he has been about it in following his twisted, sadistic plans- you’ve even heard his song in the wilderness of the Henbane River region. Had he been following you this entire time, taking notes and making plans? For you - the two of you...?

Is this about you? Does he know you are here- had he followed the three of you? You can tell from his plight thus far that he is serious in his madness, but how could this all- all of this unending shit you find yourself knee deep it really be about you?

Only. You. Sinner.

Before you can get any further he’s announcing his final song. The declaration is tumultuous- are you upset? Happy? Conflicted, you decide is the only word near to whatever this emotion really is. The final chords begin and all at once he is answering every question you haven’t asked this evening: he does, he is- he has been.

[🆇]

This is, without a single shred of doubt as his eyes single yours out in the crowd, about you.

[dorkylittleweirdo]

the lesbian himbo solidarity post

okay so. basically this dude named max was in my anatomy class and we sat next to each other for the whole year so we had No Choice but to vibe

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so he’s a Large football jock and i’m smol. we were both seniors tho and there were only three seniors in that class so we bonded over that. so he looks,, really scary tbh. like. ya know. the Exact type of person who would bully you and call you slurs. so i was like “oh god oh god oh god” every class bc i was like “this is it, this is the day i Die by his hand”

~

the first time we really vibed was when i came from culinary one friday bc i had culinary right before anatomy. and i had Cookies. a lot of them. and i had them in a little brown paper bag sitting right in the corner of my desk just bc like why not. cue max rolling up to class, throwing his stuff down and coming up Right Next To Me and Intensely eyeing the bag before going “hey jc, whatcha got there”. and i went “...cookies from my culinary class” and he just “👀👀” so i go “do you,, do you want one?”.  g r a b s  the bag while yelling “HELL YEAH” and really excitedly just eats a cookie and i just go “you can,, you can just take the bag if you want”. he obviously took the bag. we were Bros from that day on

~

i was Notorious for being the Class Nerd bc i loved anatomy and i had over 100% in the class. he was Not as into anatomy and just wanted to vibe and i feel that bc i had a class like that too, so i just gave him my notes and warm up answers to copy bc i’m Like That. we had like,, a system in place, so he would tell jokes or just say random shit and i’d kinda laugh and vibe while taking notes

~

one time i was kinda tired and staring off into space and he rolled up to class and goes “jcccc why are you saaaad :((” and i was like “i,, i’m not???” and he was like super confident that i was Going Through It and was like “you can’t lie to me, i already saw that sad face” i’m like “you mean my Normal Face???”. but so while i was taking notes that day, he leaned over and drew a lil happy face on my packet, so i looked over and smiled at him. aND NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER, he leans back over and turns it into a dick. and i go “b r o  i gotta turn this shit in i’m gonna get in trouble?????” and he Panicked on my behalf, Stood Up in his seat,  Y E L L S  to the teacher “SIR, I DREW A  M A L E  G E N I T A L I A  ON JC’S NOTES, IT’S NOT HER FAULT”. teacher just Looks over at us, blinks, goes back to his lecture. my face is Red, max turns to me,  w i n k s, and goes “i gochu”

~

so my group Abandoned Me one day for a lab bc neither of them were there and i rolled up to the teacher like “k i’ll be Stabbing A Brain alone today” and my teacher’s like “but??? you need to Poke A Brain With A Group” and i go “but i have None Friends and my group mates aren’t here”. so max heard this whole interaction go down and is like “jc i Cannot Believe, you’re gonna group with us”. drags me over to some other people who sit near us that i anxiously vibe with, who had apparently been struggling to stab the labels into the brain for like seven minutes before i rolled up. max goes “okay guys jc’s in our group”. everyone’s hype. i labeled it, filled out the sheet, let everyone copy it, and all of us vibed for like half an hour

~

he was struggling to label to bones in the body for our warm up. two minutes in he goes “damn i know like,, four of these. jc how many do you know”, looks over at my worksheet, his eyes pop out of his damn skull. “JC ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS”. holds up my worksheet that’s completely filled out, points aggressively at it while looking at our teacher, “ARE YOU SEEIN THIS SHIT???”

~

straight up asked if i was a mom one time bc he said i give off “mom vibes”. his response to me not wanting kids was “really??? i want like six”. appreciated me saying “oh, well i want a career” a little too much bc he couldn’t stop laughing

~

a regular occurrence was me finishing a worksheet really fast and standing to turn it in, then max going “sit your ass back down, i needa see that” followed by “bro i appreciate you actually letting me copy your shit but Please write neater”. his handwriting was worse than mine and he could read my writing but he likes to Complain

~

another Regular Occurrence was me finishing a test in about five minutes followed by him yelling “JC ARE YOU  F U C K I N G  KIDDING ME”

~

i’d bring food from culinary a lot and he’d just go “👀” and i would just give it to him and he’d be so excited and go “jc you’re the best” while proceeding to shove a cupcake down his face or whatever else it was i brought while  M O A N I N G

~

he asked me one time why i’m so nervous around him, and he was probably expecting me to say some shit like “oh nooo i’m not i’m just Shy tm” but i Instantly responded with “bc you look like you’re gonna call me a slur in the 7/11″ and he was so genuinely upset and he goes “noooo jc D: i’m not a baseball boy” and i Died

~

some dude smacked him on the back of his head and he goes “OW MY-” looks at me, “hey jc, what’s the back of the head called again?” and i go “the occipital” and he’s like “great, thanks”, turns around again to the other dude, “MY  O C C I P I T A L”

~

“jc have you ever been depressed” “max i have depression” “sick, you should listen to this band”

~

he slowly tried to put something on my desk and i was still adjusting to “okay not everyone is gonna hit me” and thought he was trying to do like a fistbump or something. and he goes “oh no i wasn’t-” and i’m like “oKaY yEaH iT’S fiNe”, he puts whatever lil eraser on my desk then goes “NO NO, GIVE ME SOME JC” and fistbumped me but it still Haunts Me bc he Was Not Trying To Do That

~

“i’m gonna go as a cop for halloween” “...okay max” “all i have to do is wear a wifebeater shirt” “i-” “because. because ya know. cops beat their wives”

~

asked what kind of music i listen to once, and i went “uh,, it depends” he goes “what are you listening to now??” aND I HAD TO GO “um,, bruises and bitemarks” and he screeched bc whatever he was expecting from the shy quiet girl who sits next to him, it was Not That

~

so i wasn’t sure how to like,, come out but i have a bunch of gay pins on my backpack so i didn’t know if he knew or not. but then one time he just starts asking the people around him if they would kiss/date someone of the same gender. so i go “i mean,, yeah” and he goes “wait really” and i was Scared tm bc oh god here it comes. i go “yeah” he goes “full gay or like bi” and i was like “full,, full gay. i’m a lesbian” and he’s like “BROOOO THAT’S SICK :D” and he was so genuinely excited that i like girls

~

ever since he found out that i’m a lesbian, he would move his desk reeeeaaally close to mine to show me pictures of girls and be like “hey hey what do you think of her”, trying to invite me to parties so he could set me up with someone, attempting to be my wingman

~

he constantly shoved one of his earbuds into my ear so i could bop to his music with him. set his phone on my desk a few times so i could choose something and i go “oh no, i have garbage taste in music” and he goes “well i don’t, that’s why you’re choosing from my playlist” and i just Sat there like “wow okay but also that’s valid”. he shockingly had a few songs on there that i listen to, so we vibed to those. he listened to my playlists a couple times and he’d be like “most of these are either depressing, horny, or gay, and that sums you up pretty well” and i was Offended but he’s right

~

“hey jc, what’s the bone that sounds like my name” “...maxilla???” “fuck yeah, there’s a bone named after me”

~

asked me if i ever had a girlfriend before and i was like “n o  :((((” and he’s like “on god bro, you gonna get you some pussy”

~

every time he’d see me out of class, he point at me and wave really aggressively and be like “HI JC :D” and i’d kinda wave back really shyly while watching him tell whoever he was with that we were bros. after a couple times, i asked him next class why he waved at me and he’s like “why wouldn’t i??” and i go “um. bc you’re pretty popular and well liked and nobody knows i exist and i’m pretty uncool????” and he deadass is like “J C  NOO YOU’RE REALLY COOL WYM PEOPLE LIKE YOU” and that’s how i found out that people actually knew me bc a bunch of the football guys i talked to in anatomy would point me out when they saw me bc they liked vibing with me so that was A Time. made sense why random people would like,, nod at me while walking by

~

i brought cookies for my teachers and friends on valentine’s day and i gave max a couple and i was like “hey i’m giving these to all my friends so like here” and he just “jc you consider us friends???” and i thought he was gonna laugh at me and i just went “ah,,, yeah” and he was So Excited

[photochoco]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter 4 Revision Touko edits a paper, jinxes herself, and meets two old guys.

--- -- ---

It had been a week since the rally, and Touko hadn’t seen N since then. To say it was frustrating was an understatement. She wanted nothing more than to go looking for him herself, but she had no idea where he could be, and it probably wasn’t the best idea for a low-ranking Grunt like her to be asking where the King was. As much as she didn’t want it to be the case, she’d just have to be patient for now. Her music was blasting through her headphones was more in an attempt to drown out any nagging thoughts. God, being patient in this was nothing like being patient during Pokemon training…

A noise from outside her music made her take her headphones off. Andrea was sitting on the adjacent bed, a guitar in her lap. She was strumming through the chords, her tongue between her teeth in concentration.

“Whatcha doin?”

Andrea looked up. “Eh, not much. Just tryin’ out this song I wrote, seein’ how it sounds aloud. I’m kinda new to playing the guitar and stuff.”

“I can play the electric guitar. I use to play the violin, but it wasn’t really for me. I can help you tweak the song if you’d like,” Touko offered.

Andrea gave an approving nod as she continued to strung out the chords. Touko watched her for a while, then decided to try her luck.

“Hey Andrea...I was a bit curious. I don’t see N around her often, what does he usually do?” she asked in a tone she hoped sounded casual.

“Oh, he doesn’t hang around the castle that often. He spends a lot more time around the region. Most of the time, he’s seeing the sights and looking for the Light Stone so he can bond with Reshiram.”

“You mentioned that earlier. I remember reading the legend where it says both Zekrom and Reshiram were sealed within stones until a hero sought them out.”

“Mmhm. N needs to find the Light Stone to make that happen.”

Touko rolled over onto her stomach, a thought came to her. “Why Reshiram? Why not Zekrom?”

Andrea stopped playing. Touko seemed to have asked her a difficult question.

“You know, I’m not really sure. Lord N is pursuing the truth, but why the truth instead of ideals isn’t something we really know about. In that same vein, we haven’t concerned ourselves with the possibility of a Hero of Ideals appearing to oppose him. In fact, it’s uncertain if there even is one. Our biggest concern is finding that Light Stone, and that itself has proven to be like finding a needle in a haystack.” She flopped onto her back, guitar forgotten for the moment.

Our goal right now is to assist Lord N in securing the stone as soon as possible, so that he may begin to prepare to awaken Reshiram.”

Touko opened her mouth to reply when Brandon swept in, papers in his hand. Andrea sat up to greet him when he gasped, affronted.

“Andrea! Good god, what on Earth do you think you’re doing, wearing that! What if Lord N comes in here?!”

Andrea looked down at her oppai shirt then back up at Brandon and rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, it’s our day off, we can wear whatever we want. Besides, you know Lord N hardly ever comes down here.” A sly grin takes over. “What, are you feelin’ sad cuz you can’t see my real oppai?”

Brandon flushed red. “Oh, as if!!”

Andrea hopped off her bed, snatched the papers out of the man’s hands, and spun him around to shove him playfully out the door. “Get outta here, ya massive dork.”

As Brandon left, Andrea called out to him. “Did you remember to take your T today?”

“Yeeeaaahhhhh.”

“So dorky, yet so easy to rile up, that goof. Do you have someone, Lysandra?”

“Eh, not currently. I had a crush on this girl, then a boy, but neither of them worked out,” Touko said.

“Awww. That’s a bummer. But hey, maybe you’ll meet someone here!”

“Maybe!” As if I would date anyone from TEAM PLASMA.

Andrea continued, her expression again turning mischievous.

“There’s bound to be someone who likes you here, if you’re already such a catch with Lord N--”

As if summoned by a bell, N himself poked his head into the room.

“Hello? Is Lysandra here?”

“N!” “Lord N!”

The entire room jumped to attention and bowed, with the exception of Touko. N waved them all down awkwardly as he walked up to her.

“I finished the next speech. I was wondering if perhaps you could… ...if you’d be willing to look it over for me?” he spoke very quickly, as usual.

Touko blinked in surprise. “Er...sure! I mean! I-If you’d like me to, I’d be honored.” She heard whispers of disbelief behind her.

N must have noticed, because he began to fidget, suddenly gripping the papers too tightly.

“Um...When you’re done looking it over...you can... Yes. Come find me. Uh, thanks.”

Now that he was here, Touko couldn’t let him get away without asking her questions.

“Hey, about your search for Resh--”

She was cut off as N hastily shoved the papers into her hands and exited the room swiftly, leaving Touko standing there. She is only shaken out of her daze by Andrea poking her head over Touko’s shoulder.

“What strings did you have to pull to get Lord N to ask you to review his speech??”

Touko turned around and almost immediately wished she hadn’t. The eyes of every Grunt in the room was affixed on her. Expression varied from surprise to awe to jealousy.

“I...uh...I didn’t...I didn’t really...do anything?” she stuttered. Some eyebrows were raised at that. I swear! All I did was compliment the speech from the last rally, that’s it.”

A Grunt scoffed. “Even so! It was very rude of you to not refer to Lord N with any formalities. You may be new here, but you ought to show some more respect for your King!”

Touko’s short temper flared at that. “N himself told me not to refer to him with any formalities, he was quite insistent.” She turned back towards the door sharply.

As she walked out the threshold towards to the study room, she heard someone else mutter under their breath.

“Lord N never said anything like that to any of us.”

---

The essay needed little critique, but still Touko sat in front of it, pen tapping furiously. She knew what would better sway skeptics, but did she want to suggest that and inadvertently help Plasma? Should she leave it as is? She didn’t want N to think she wasn’t impressed with it, especially not when she seemed to have gotten so much closer to gaining his trust. And on top of that, it was pretty clear some Grunts were growing envious of her already. And her short answer was out of character for the facade she’d created for herself. She couldn’t afford to get careless, or complacent. Not yet. Especially when her biggest test yet still lay ahead. After several more rereads and scribbles here and there, Touko stacked the papers and stood up. She couldn’t let herself slip.

After all, she had yet to run into--

“Ack--!”

Touko nearly ran into two older men dressed in traditional looking robes. One of them towered above the other, the two wide eyes on his clothes making him all the more intimidating. He stared down at Touko with his one visible red eye.

Her stomach dropped.

Ghetsis.

Thinking fast, she snapped to attention and jumped out of their way to bow low.

“Oh my god! I-I’m so sorr-- Please forgive me for not seeing you come in. I apologize,” she squeaked.

“Ohoho, it’s quite alright young lady. Please, relax,” the gentlemen next to Ghetsis chuckled.

Ghetsis did not join in the chuckling, but rather looked Touko up and down, lingering on her face. Her eyes. Touko, feigning nervousness, fidgeted and looked away. Once again, the feelings came easy, with her flushing face and pounding heart.

“Are you a new member?” he asked.

“I-I am.”

His eye flickered down to the speech in Touko’s hands. He squinted.

“Is that one of our king’s speeches? Why do you have that?”

Touko gripped the speech tighter. “I-I...He um...he asked me to look it over,” she mumbled.

It’s a wonderful speech!” she added quickly. “I was at the rally in Striaton, your delivery of it was especially spurring, Lord Ghetsis. Your ways of speaking can grip people’s hearts.”

A bitter tastes rose in the back of her throat. God, she was sucking up to motherfucking Ghetsis. Disgusting. Luckily for her, he seemed to like the compliment, because he smiled.

“I have always prided myself on my ability to speak in public. Very well. If our Lord N has put his trust in your revision abilities, then I see no reason for you to not take on this duty. I hope you are up to this task.”

“T-Thank you,” Touko squeaked. Goooood she wanted this to be over before the old fucks looked too hard.

“What is your name and rank, young lady?” the other man asked.

“Lysandra, and...I’m afraid I’m still the lowest rank, sirs. I’ve only been here a few weeks.

Now both men’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise.

“And yet our Lord N sees something in you, how intriguing! Well, Lysandra, I will be expecting great things from you within Team Plasma. Our king has yet to be wrong.”

Ghetsis nodded thoughtfully. “Indeed, Zinzolin. You may be a mere grunt, Miss Lysandra, but I will be hoping you do your utmost for our cause.”

“Of course, sirs. I will do my best! If you’ll please excuse me…” Touko bowed herself out, sliding out the door to take a deep breath. Holy fuck. Holy shit. Holy fuckshit. She’d fucking done it. She’d fooled N, and Ghetsis. The two sages were still talking.

“Lovely young lady, that one. Rather shy though. Nothing like that Trainer. Oh, what was her name?” Zinzolin mused.

Ghetsis sniffed disdainfully. “Touko. Believe me, I only know her name because N will not stop talking about her. He mentioned he hasn’t seen her as of late.” He sighed. “I do not know where she could have disappeared to, but if you ask me, I hope she stays gone. I was getting a little bit tired of N talking about her.”

Touko’s face burned. N really talked about her that much? Ew. She hurried away.

It was only after she had walked for several minutes that she realized N had not told her where to find him once she was finished critiquing the speech.

Oh goddammit. She better just head back to the barracks. He could find her there. Touko walked down a hall, rounded a corner. Another corner, turn there…

She heard voices. They were right around the corner. She curiously peeked around the wall. Two Grunts were with N, talking to him quietly. Touko couldn’t see their faces, but she could see N’s. He looked uncomfortable, and they were backing him against the wall.

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[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

Outsider Pt. 6

Pairing: Step Dad Tony Stark x Teen Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You see first hand how your life is changing, and Bucky decides to take you out.

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After a few hours of buying things you didn’t even like, for school, for photos, for whatever event Tony might need you to look nice for, you were finally allowed to go to shops that had things you would actually wear.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere else for lunch? There are so many fantastic restaurants and you want to eat at a food court?”

You gestured to the shops across the street. “Look! Four stores with regular clothes, a music shop, and two book stores. Why leave? Besides, I just want a smoothie.” A soft tittering from the person behind you made you aware you had been speaking a bit too loud. You offered him a small, embarrassed smile before your mom started talking again.

“Ok, fine,” she put her hands up in surrender.

Halfway through your meal, you noticed a familiar face with a phone aimed in your direction.

“What’s security supposed to do?” you asked.

Your mom slowly put her sandwich down and gave a quick glance around the area. “They’re supposed to keep an eye out for suspicious looking people, and make sure no one gets too close. Why?”

“Cuz there’s a lady that’s been following us. This is the third time I see her.”

“Ok,” she nodded as she pulled her own phone out. “Describe her.”

“Average height and weight, about mid 40s. Shoulder length brown hair, like walnut colored I guess… She’s wearing tan dress pants and a dark gray jacket thing with lots of buttons.”

She didn’t pause in her texting. “A pea coat?”

“I don’t fucking know,” you huffed. “It looks kinda like a military jacket with the two columns of buttons.”

“That’s a pea coat, sweetie.”

“Why the hell’s she wearing that? It’s almost July.”

“What’s she doing?”

“I dunno, taking pictures or video or something. The back of her phone’s facing us.”

Not long after, three men in suits approached the woman. After some exchanged words, she opened her coat, probably to show if she had anything concealed beneath it. When they left her alone, your mom’s phone went off and she read her message.

“Clear. She’s just a gossip columnist taking pictures.”

“Wonderful. I guess it’s a good thing I’m not stuffing my face,” you grumbled as you stood to throw your cup away.

“I know it’s weird, but you just have to pretend they’re not there. After you confirm they’re harmless, of course,” she stressed. “I’m proud of you. Watching your surroundings is more important now.”

“Rig- oof!” you had bumped into someone as you backed away from the table. “Sorry, excuse me.”

The same man from the line shot you a wide grin. “Don’t worry about it, man,” he dismissed with a giggle.

“I spoke too soon,” your mom teased, earning an eyeroll from you.

As you continued your shopping, you couldn’t help but look at the people around you. All the people watching you and some even snapping pictures. As far as you were concerned, no one should have known who you were. You flew in, got in a fancy car, and went straight to the tower. Who would have seen you? Then it hit you. You still had no idea how your mom came to marry Tony. For all you knew, she could have already been on the cover of every tabloid in the country.

Seein you were beginning to get agitated, your mom began to rub your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

“Tony says the trick is to pretend you don’t care,” she whispered. “Don’t give them anything to hold over you.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Can I ask you a stupid question?” Bucky murmured from beside you.

“Sure.”

“What do the words next to peoples’ names mean?” He pointed at the bolded words in brackets before the players names.

“That’s their clan name. If you like the people you play with, or if you have friends that play, you can make a clan. Not only does it ensure you get on the same team, but you can also participate in clan only events and get exclusive weapons, upgrades, skins, all sorts of stuff.”

“Oh.”

“You get ranked on a leaderboard, too, and the higher your rank, the better the prizes you get.”

“You’re not in a clan,” he stated.

“Neither are you,” you shot back a little defensively.

“I didn’t know what it was,” he justified. For a little while, all you could hear were the buttons of your controllers being pressed. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You wanna be in a clan with me?”

Briefly looking away from the screen, you noticed his ears had turned pink. Realizing he’d never been comfortable enough to ask anyone regarding clan names, and given how long he’d been playing the game, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that he’d been able to ask you.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “What do you wanna call it?”

After going back and forth with what seemed like hundreds of suggestions, you finally decided on ‘Outsiders’ and began to build your kill count as a clan.

Going at it for hours, neither having stopped to join the others for dinner, your stomach started growling. Bucky snickered, only to be silenced by his own stomach calling out as if in response to yours. You both went to the kitchen to look for something, finding nothing satisfactory.

Bucky knocked softly on the counter, briefly lost in thought. “You wanna go to Brooklyn?” he asked suddenly.

You raised a quizzical brow. “What, like, now?”

“Yeah. There’s a 24 hour diner there that has the best food.”

“Alright,” you shrugged, hopping of the counter. “Let’s go.”

“Hang on, I gotta go wake Steve.”

“Why?”

Bucky looked away, awkwardly scratching his chin. “I’m technically not supposed to be out long without him. Tony insists some people are still uneasy about me bein’ on the team…”

“Oh,” you joined him in the elevator, not knowing how to respond to that. “Will he mind?”

“Not if you play along,” he smirked.

“What are you going to do?” you followed him to a door you assumed was Steve’s and watched him knock.

“Coming,” a groggy voice came from inside. The door opened, and Steve had to blink a few times to register who was calling at such a late hour. “What’s wrong, guys?” he yawned.

“Nothin’. We were wonderin’ if you’d come with us to get some burgers...in Brooklyn.”

Steve sighed and leaned his head against the door frame. “Can’t it wait til tomorrow?”

“It could, but we haven’t eaten and there’s nothing in the kitchen.” Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Bucky cut him off. “And before you tell me we shoulda eaten with everyone, remember that some people have lost another’s trust. It’s hard to be around someone who’s always lyin’ to ya, ya know.”

Steve’s eyes flickered to you and nodded, saying he’d be out in a minute before retreating back into his room. Bucky looked over, giving you a pleased smile when the door closed.

“You’re terrible,” you mouthed, unable to help your own smile.

“You’ll thank me when you taste the food,” he whispered as he led you back to the elevator to wait for Steve.

Steve wanted you to ask Tony or your mom if you could even leave the tower first, to which you replied that Tony’s not been given parental privileges and your mother was fast asleep. In the end, you compromised by having FRIDAY notify her if she were to wake before you returned.

Down in the garage, you followed Steve toward the cars until Bucky tugged your arm, leading you toward the motorcycles.

“Stevie, c’mon!” he called, half pleading. “I need to feel the wind on my face.”

Steve turned, sighing in defeat as you excitedly put on the helmet you were given. To your surprise, he didn’t argue, and hopped on his own bike as you climbed on behind Bucky.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The ride was exhilarating, and far too short for your taste. Bucky and Steve chuckled at your soft whine when the engines died and you had to get off. When you left the tower, you were thinking of only getting something small, but the trip had you in the best mood you’d been in since your mom returned from her trip, and you were actually feeling good enough to eat something substantial.

As you walked in, a stack of newspapers and magazines caught your eye as you saw yourself on the cover of some tabloid. You groaned internally, seeing someone, probably the woman in the coat, had snapped a photo when you bumped into the giggling man on your way to the garbage can. You hadn’t really paid much attention to him then, his red hair and a too big smile catching you off guard.

Following the guys to the large corner booth, you took a seat and began to peruse the menu. The server came and you placed your order, eyes growing wider as list of food the other two were ordering grew longer.

Conversation flowed easily, with Bucky telling you what he could remember of their days in the 40s, while Steve filled in the blanks. They asked about the ‘boyfriend’ you left behind, and laughed when you explained the joke to them. When the food arrived, enough to cover the whole table, they insisted you take some of everything and watched as every bite you took elicited sounds of pleasure. Bucky had promised the food would be incredible, and he didn’t disappoint.

When the food was gone, you excused yourself to the restroom and washed your hands, finding them ready to leave when you returned. You put on the helmet and mounted the bike before taking off. Almost immediately, you noticed you were going the wrong way.

“Hey guys?” you shouted at a stop light. “This isn’t the way we came from.”

“We’re not going back to the tower, yet,” Steve replied. “We’ve still got one more stop.”

Perking up, your smile grew as the minutes ticked by and a familiar smell became stronger. They were taking you to a beach. The bike had barely stopped, and you leapt off before the engine was cut off. You made a run for the water, tossing your shoes and socks off on the way, desperate to feel the sand under your feet again. When you reached the shore, you rolled the legs of your bottoms up so they wouldn’t get wet, and waded in until you were knee deep.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and allowed your other senses to take over. It smelled different, and the crashing wasn’t as loud, but it still sent a wave of comfort washing over you.

“Hey, you ok?” Bucky’s soft voice rang from beside you.

“I am now,” you smiled, gazing out as far as you could in the dark. You turned to look for Steve, who was making his way over as well.

The three of you stood in companionable silence, content smiles on your faces. You were glad to have some semblance of familiarity, while Steve embraced the rare moment he could feel at peace. Bucky was just happy he could do something good for someone. He didn’t think it was much, but the look on your face told him it meant more to you than he could have imagined.

The moment was over, though, when a large wave crashed into you, knocking you off your feet and soaking the others. You got up, coughing out the remainder of the salt water you managed not to swallow.

“Y/N, your boyfriend’s kind of a jerk,” Steve commented, taking your hand and pulling you back to them.

“Yeah, Doll, I think he might be mad at you.”

You dropped to you knees, unable to contain yourself as you burst out in a fit of giggles. The others joined you, and soon you were overtaken by deep belly laughs. Now that you were all wet, you splashed around and tried to knock each other down. When you tired, Steve had you hop on his back and carried you to where you parked, while Bucky brought everyone’s footwear.

At the tower, they walked you to your room, where you thanked them once again for the amazing night. You wanted to go to bed, but the ride back left you chilled to the bone due to your wet clothes, and needed to take a warm shower if you didn’t want to risk getting sick. When you were finally able to settle in, you drifted off peacefully for the first time since this nightmare began.

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[stinkrascal]

Ok so I was thinking about your sims again 👉🏾👈🏾 and um ok so ik you said tarek's love language is romantic acts of service, but what about the others? Also like what would be their ideal first date? And how would they react to other people flirting with their partner? Like ik vlad would commit a murder, but what about brie 👀 ?

i actually listed all their love languages here!! but ideal dates?? jealousy??? OMG!! im gonna ramble so hard!! so i’ll put all this under a cut :’)))

vlad - a) vlad’s ideal date would be like... an idyllic picnic in a field, listening to soft music, chillin in the sun n eatin fruit n drinkin wine :-) all that sappy shit!! b) u know vlad. he will unalive u if u disrespect his wife. the truest simp. but anyways yes he is a very jealous person, sometimes it’s a little excessive and brie has to yell at him, to which he eventually realizes that he’s being unreasonable and he’ll step back. he really doesn’t try to be that way, sometimes he honestly just can’t help it. since he was alone for centuries, he’s extremely over protective of his family and can find pretty much any reason to dislike any man who so much as glances in breanna’s direction. his jealousy never stems from fear that breanna will cheat on him, but more so from his belief that pretty much every man on the planet is trying to bed his wife LMAO lowkey breanna loves the attention :’))

breanna - a) honestly, she’s very easy to please. just get takeout n get in bed n smoke a bowl n watch movies with her n she will be happy! ;w; b) brie is surprisingly not that jealous, like if someone finds vlad attractive shes like... well of course? look at him? Lmaoooo. unless someone poses a significant threat to their relationship, she doesnt see a reason to get worked up. like she knows how hard vlad simps u know, this man canonically KILLED her ex-boyfriend to be with her so like? she doesnt feel any reason to get upset if someone finds vlad attractive, bc she knows at the end of the day her husband is crazy obsessed w her and her alone so like <3

lucien - a) winery art galleries!! u know like where you go to art exhibits that have wine tastings!!!! sometimes they have those cute delicious tiny little cheeses that r just so good n fancy!!! going to that, then maybe takin a stroll around the park in the evening, then ending the night w a home-cooked meal. b) hes a touch possessive, but its all in good faith :’) if someone flirts with his WIFE he only feels it necessary that he puts them in their place and lets them know that she is, in fact, MARRIED!! like vlad, a true simp

gen - a) skatepark at night, long past closing time. its oddly serene, despite the faint threat of being caught. gen personally finds the parks lingering smell of cigarettes and weed very comforting. b) they r passive-aggressively jealous. they say theyre not a jealous type, but if the girl theyre talkin to is talkin to someone else, theyre like... ok. 😒😒😒

carlile - a) chiefin big rips then going to eat at a buffet....... he will eat so many frog legs like so fucking many!! then goin to see a movie in one of those big movie theaters and seein like a marvel movie or whatever. just somethin trite and theatrical with many, many explosions. b) not aggressively jealous, but his insecurities can sometimes get the best of him in arguments and sometimes he projects his fears that tarek will leave him for someone else, which isnt good u know but like :(( what can u do

nikolai - a) waking up with the sun and traveling to the largest museum he can find, followed by brunch at some hole-in-the-wall café tucked away in the city. the long drive home is spent listening to low-quality psychedelic indie rock, and when he and abigail arrive home, they nap for at least three hours. b) nikolai’s not really a jealous type, and abigail’s pretty clingy, so he doesn’t really have a reason to be jealous. although, when he's severely provoked, he’s prone to that tone of voice where it sounds as though you can’t choose between screaming, or crying.

klaus - a) perusing the local record shop, buying as many used vinyl he can possibly fit in his book sack, and listening to the new purchases in the dim-lit light of his bedroom while talking and napping in between. if he’s really into you, he’ll sing your favorite song—he might even play it on the guitar, too, if he can remember the chords. b) again, not much of a jealous type. most of his relationships have been nothing more than flings anyways, so he doesn’t often have the attachment to someone that would make him jealous, seeing as his relationships are often not exclusive.

anastasia - a) a long, early-morning walk through the aquarium, taking an extra long break to observe the sea turtles swimming about their tanks. she’ll gladly share all of her expansive sea turtle facts with you, if you promise to buy her a stuffed animal from the gift shop. afterwards, strolling downtown to shop in all the antique stores, then ending the date with lunch at her favorite restaurant. pls just let her talk your ear off and she’ll be satisfied. b) annie’s actually REALLY possessive, especially over her friends. she’s the type of person who will get offended if anyone else tries to say vaughn and caspian are their best friends, because, no? those are HER best friends? she’s never had a boyfriend before, but she can imagine she’d be just as possessive, if not more possessive, over someone she loved romantically. she takes from vlad :’)

ilya - a) he is literally like 1 yr old. he doesnt go on dates silly. when hes old enough to go on dates his dream date will be committing arson together <3 so romantic b) im sure he’ll be jealous af when hes older unless i forget u know we’ll see whenever he ages up yeah!!!!!!

bonnie - a) moving all the furniture in the living room, turning the radio up extra loud, and dancing to old-timey music!! then cooking a nice, healthy meal at home and watching reality tv while doing face masks. maybe ending the night w a nice bath fit for two <3 b) especially with her pregnancy, she’s been VERY jealous lately!! small things can trigger her jealousy, and sometimes she finds it difficult to be her usual, rational self when those feelings arise. luckily, it’s very easy to talk her out of this state, so she gets over these fits of jealous relatively quickly ;-;

 tarek - a) driving out into the forest, setting up tents in the middle of nowhere, and snuggling tight beside the crackling fire while watching the night settle. then waking early the next morning to go for a small hike towards the natural lakes scattered about. if carlile is too tired to walk, tarek simply carries him. :’)) b) level-headed as he is, jealousy doesn’t come to him often. it would take a lot to provoke him, and his relationship with carlile is so secure that he doesn’t really feel there’s a need to be jealous

abigail - a) midday trips to the mall with nikolai’s credit card in hand as he shamelessly lets her pick out anything she wants from any store she can possibly enter. she’s always sure to pick out a few outfits she’s certain he’ll love :’)). then going to get smoothies, yes nikolai’s paying for the smoothies too <3 b) abigail is extremely jealous, though she’s desperately trying to ease this habit. especially with nikolai moved to britechester, living with a female roommate, her jealousy often gets the best of her, and believe me when i say it isn’t pretty. she’s prone to dramatic outbursts, and she’ll even feel the urge to enact revenge (aka, cheat on you) if she feels you’ve truly cheated on her. she has to see and speak to nikolai often to have peace of mind, but even then, she often has her moments of insecurity. :((

caspian - a) watching some indie art film at a drive-in movie theater, binging on over-buttered popcorn and gas station hot dogs. if the weather allows for it, then he’ll lay a blanket out on the bed of his truck and lie back with his date, gazing at the stars, rambling about nothing. b) he’s a jealous type, but he doesn’t like admitting it. the truth is, though, it kills him to see someone he cares about with someone else. its just that he doesnt know how to express those feelings, so he often just shoves them away as if they dont exist at all. ;n;

vaughn - a) listen to him perform at one of his concerts, then let him fuck you in one of the bathroom stalls. a true romantic, i know. b) most of vaughn’s relationships are no-strings-attached anyways, so its rare for him to get jealous over a relationship thats already open to begin with. even when he did have partners in the past, he was never the type to be overly protective of his significant other

cooper - a) ok idc about cooper HAHA so like idk nobody is taking this man on a date anyways who cares. idk smoke a bowl with him in his car then go eat at a fancy restaurant that sounds like a very cooper bauer date to have yeah ok we’ll go with that b) he gets jealous but like in a baby way u know. if he thinks you’re into someone that isn’t him he’ll just bawl his eyes out and be like WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE!!!!!!!!! IS IT BECAUSE IM ONLY 5′6″!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes cooper it is because youre only 5′6″ im sorry short king

wolfgang - a) going around his neighborhood late at night and poking holes in all the tires parked in the streets. yes, that’s super illegal. no, he doesn’t care. yes, this is considered a date for wolfgang. keep up. afterwards, maybe he’ll sneak you up to his bedroom so you guys can watch rick and morty... cuddle. b) i feel like im gonna spoil something if i answer this fully. so. lets just say. Yes he is very jealous :)

[cullxtheherd]

hello fellow Jacob Seed thots aficionados! all i recommend you do for this train wreck of a post is that you click  [🆇] when you see it - it’s a link (youtube) to a song that this post is based on. enjoy! 

my fucking gOD can you imagine being The Deputy™ and you finally have a night of free cares- no worries; really time to just relax and let loose. maybe? sharky and hurk are the only ones either dumb or crazy enough to try and get you out of hope county in the first place and, with nick rye in the sky? safely, too.

Being the kind of people Drubman and Boshaw are the first establishment you manage to see the inside of is a well stocked, crowded and rowdy bar promising ‘Open Mic Night’ but for now the jukebox remains a constant in the background, letting loose unfortunately catchy new-age country music.

Despite their promises of taking it ‘easy on ya’ Dep’ the team aptly self-named Shurky orders up a round of the cheapest, stiffest rack whiskey: no chaser. Next up is a pitcher of Pabst a piece which they challenge each other to drink as quickly as they can. Mostly? They make a mess but it’s harmless, boisterous fun and, overall, it makes you laugh- really laugh for the first time in weeks.

Two pitchers each and three rounds deep the jukebox is interrupted suddenly by the hum-squeak of a microphone turned on to an already humming and too-loud overhead speaker system. The ‘emcee’ for the night is some guy that likely operates out of his van in his sister’s lawn and does kids parties on the side- balding, overweight, greasy and unenthusiastic to boot.

Lamely and unimpressed you return to your table and your drinks and when generic munchie food arrives the lot of you are all too glad to forget the stage and it’s first few acts careening along in the background. 

It’s nearly midnight before Hercules declares he’s gonna stop drinking so he can drive straight but, then, suddenly, the tequila arrives and the three of you start making friends with nearby patrons. You aren’t sure when, exactly, but the din of the crowd breaks and, like the majority of them your attention is finally drawn to the stage and you are genuinely horrified by what you see.

The long, large and lunking form of one of your mortal enemies. All six foot whatever of him, hunched to meet the microphone. Boots casually draped on the rungs of a much-too-small stool cursed with bearing the brunt of him his eyes, thankfully, are closed and in combination with the shitty overhead lights and highly underqualified lighting and sound ‘technician’ you can relax, safely hidden away in the blinding congregation.

[🆇]

Jacob Seed produces a noise more pleasant than you’d have imagined in a lifetime and for all of his hacking and coughing and raspiness over the radio? He is capable of producing a clarity that is startling. For a time - however brief, however fleeting - you allow yourself to daydream around this glorified, crooning image. Fantasy takes you places you are much too comfortable with for your own liking: fireside in an abandoned cabin, calmly under a billowing breeze beside the river- anywhere but here and, more unsettlingly, a l o n e.

“Are you seein’ what in the fuckitty fuck fuuuck I am Sharkules?”

“Yeah in the,” He hiccups, grips tight on the neck of his Miller High Life, “Heckin fuck I am Hurky- auh? H u r? Yeah. Hurky?!”

Although you are definitely keen on absorbing every spare moment of their carefree, childlike banter you are intensely focused and the half annoyed half amazed conversation fizzles out in favor of rhythm and soul instead. Before you can get too comfortable floating in whimsy here he leans in, lips against the mic and responding to the crowd, “Thank you.”

For the moment you are? Disappointed at the small, humble taste. But when the crowd quiets enough he begins picking out another pleasant rhythm.

[🆇] 

“I’m startin’ to hate this Hercules.”

“Shit I got the damn willies,” He sounds as ashamed as you feel, “I need a bigger, better drink for this.”  

“Count me in,” You respond without really thinking, eyes still hopelessly fixated on the warbling ginger.

In your infinitesimal, imaginary universe he sings for you- about you; what if he does? He has been very nearly romancing you as it is; however violent and brutal he has been about it in following his twisted, sadistic plans- you’ve even heard his song in the wilderness of the Henbane River region. Had he been following you this entire time, taking notes and making plans?

Is this about you? Does he know you are here- had he followed the three of you?

Before you can get any further he’s announcing his final song. The declaration is tumultuous- are you upset? Happy? Conflicted, you decide is the only word near to whatever this is. The final chords begin and all at once he is answering every question you haven’t asked this evening: he does, he is- he has been.

[🆇]

This is, without a single shred of doubt as his eyes single yours out in the crowd, about you.

yeha hi im back on my bullshit! it’s round?? i’m not even fuckign suRE! of: Jacob Seed wrote the Peggie music so he sings, fiGHT ME!!! and, just a friendly reminder: no i do not think nor am i suggesting that large, sasquatch of a man sounds like this person in this video just? use your imagination skjdksjdfdfj ok thaNk you for ur time and patience bYE