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kumezyzo · 1 year ago

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more streamer!reader with bf!sapnap cause i so desperately need it and i promised to get out the christmas cooking stream...

i started writing this like two weeks ago and im just now getting it out cause im so good at procrastinating 😁 but its also kinda short mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap that doesnt really listen to you when you tell him hes not doing something right. he will just look at you and forget that you scolded him in the first place.

"nick, you realize you cant put a metal bowl in a microwave, right?"

"huh?" he looks over at you. your face holding a concerned expression as you look at the bowl in his hands. hes silently just thinking about how you called him nick instead of sapnap.

"wait, HOW did you say microwave?"

bf!sapnap that has to remind people at the beginning of the stream that it was your one year anniversary last month. and your one year of being official meeting in person the past week.

bsf!george who randomly starts playful arguements with you. or even just teases you when you and nick are standing near eachother.

"wow, are you two gonna get married now?"

"i dunno, george. are you and dream gonna fuck soon?" you ask pointedly without looking up from the cookie your helping nick cut out. "or profess your undying love to eachother?"

bf!sapnap who would get really angry or sad if your embroidered gingerbread character on his apron got dirty.

"dream!! you got flour on yn!!" he would scream running to the sink to try to wash it off. you would be standing across the room, looking down at yourself in confusion

"your such an idot, sapnap," dream would tell him, shaking his head and laughing.

"oh...i thought you actually meant on me-"

and

"who the fuck got frosting on yn!?" he would scream again, stomping over to the sink to wash it off.

"baby, its orange..." you tell him, glancing at george and dream from across the island, trying to hide your smile.

"and?"

"youre the only one using orange..."

bf!sapnap who feels bad when you start running around, trying to clean up the mess they made from decorating the cookies.

"yn, just leave it."

"no, its fine," you tell him with a smile. "i need a clean working space."

"but-"

"nick, let me clean."

dream kinda helps dw

bsf!dream who accidentally bumps into you, causing you to turn around and pretend to square up to him.

"come at me bro!" you say, looking up at him and standing in front of him.

he looks down at you and puffs out his chest and flexes his arms. you do the same and squint your eyes up at him.

"what? got nothin to say?!"

he then lightly pushes your shoulder and you dramatically stumble backwards. you place your hand on your 'wounded' shoulder and look at him in betrayal.

"h-how could you...?"

"you guys are so stupid-"

bf!sapnap who holds your waist when hes has to get past you. or just reaches out to touch your hip if there is space to walk by. or lightly pats your ass when he walks away from standing next to you.

"chat is saying sapnap slapped yn's bum," george says in disgust covered by an accusatory lilt.

"i dont know what theyre talking about," nick says, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

"wait, chat, is that true?"

"i bet he did," dream comments, ammused.

"wait they're saying he did!"

bf!sapnap who says the gingerbread house he's making is what you two are gonna raise your kids in.

"peaches, this is our house."

"our? as in you and i?" you ask looking at the mess of cookies and frosting.

"and these are our kids..." he says concentrating on putting two m&ms on the front lawn of the sugary house.

"wait, kids-"

chat! who asks about why nick calls you peaches.

"yeah, thats an amazing questions, actually," george says, looking up at you two.

the two of you glance at eachother before looking back down at your gingerbread houses.

"wait, what was that look?" dream asks with a laugh.

"i dunno. nick, you tell them," you say trying to keep your face neutral. "im not the one that came up with it."

"wait, nick, dont you also call her mamas?"

"dream, shut the-"

bf!sapnap who hugs you from behind when he sees how sleep youre starting to get.

"are you tired, ma?" he whispers in your ear.

"no... im good," you say, smiling with drowsy eyes.

he kisses the side of your head and gives your hip a little tap before moving to stand with dream.

i actually kinda like this one. i mightve made reader too much like me so im sorry... yea idk i like it so... yeaa...... comment, like, reblog idfk -Nony

#sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #dteam #sapnap fluff #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x streamer reader #sapnap #sapnap x streamer #dteam x reader #dream #george #yuh

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frankoceanluvrr · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 - 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : friends to lovers , fem!reader , college!peter, college!au

warnings : nothing serious. english isn’t my first language, urdu is! so please tell me about grammatical errors like spelling and punctuation as those i struggle with

summary : [Name] and Peter have been friends since college started. He soon finds out his friend has a ‘crush’ on the masked vigilante Spiderman, and cant help but feel a little jealous.

italics = flashbacks !

“What you drawing?” Peter smiled, looking at your notebook.

You quickly shut the book closed, looking at him laughing, “you’ll say it’s dorky.”

“Oh, come on? Me saying somethings dorky? Isn’t that like, hypocritical?” He said, tilting his head.

“I guess nerd, forgot you take physics” You said, “and anyway, we’re supposed to be studying. Not focusing on little doodles”

“Please [Name], I promise I don’t think you’re secretly the biggest dork ever” He sarcastically stated, “and I definitely do not think you’re a bigger nerd than me.”

“How dare you cross that line!” you say, holding your hand on your heart, tilting your head back.

While you were doing your dramatics, he quickly got your notebook before you could even react.

“Hey! That’s private property.” you gasped, watching him gloat since he got the book.

He opened it and flicked through the pages to see simple notes covered in Spiderman doodles.

“Oh, wow dude you really are a dork” he laughed looking at every drawing, feeling himself blush a little bit.

“Aren’t you literally in a robotics club? Or what about the time you made me watch all of those Star Wars movies? How about the time—”

“Okay that’s enough” Peter interrupted, looking around the library.

“Exactly, I cant out nerd the nerd” you shrugged, “I bet spiderman isn’t a nerd.”

“He most definitely is. Probably old and wrinkly” Peter said quickly, “yeah, he definitely has crusty bleached hair and 47 years of age.”

“You really think so? I’d love him no matter what then. I’ve actually met him before.” You said, completely unaware of who you’re exactly talking to.

“Are you alright?” The superhero said, looking at you while you attempt to carry new furniture into your new student accommodation.

“Yep, I’m good. Great, actually. I really like this lamp” you tried acting cool in front of the superhero, but he could tell you were secretly fangirling anyway.

“I can take some of those in you know, it’ll be easier with two people.” He offered, watching you stare at all the boxes, “which floor will you be on?”

The mask gave Peter confidence, it made him feel like he wasn’t scared of anything. It was like he was a complete different person with the mask on.

“Sure, I’m on the bottom floor so it’s not a massive job. Anyway don’t you have like, superhero duties to attend to or whatever? Sorry, that definitely came out rude. I’m very thankful you’ve offered to help me and-” you rambled, wanting the ground to swallow you up whole.

“No, no, it’s fine honestly. I’m happy to help you”

You obviously couldn’t see, but he was smiling so hard under the mask.

Peter had been crushing on you since you first met, and it’s safe to say you felt the same. But neither of you confessed your feelings, in fear of what might be ruined.

After moving all your furniture inside, you had thanked him about a million times.

“Your smile is beautiful, by the way.” He said, looking at you.

“And that’s how spiderman helped me with all my furniture. He’s such a gentleman” You smiled, pretending to be all smitten, “He even said my smile was beautiful.”

“He wasn’t wrong.” He said, barely audible.

Without the mask, Peter was very shy and awkward. The mask “completed” him, and he was always said he was nothing without it.

“Who even uses the word beautiful anymore? The chivalry! But he probably says that to every girl, right?” You giggled.

“No” he said quite quickly, only to receive a confused look from you, “I mean like, obviously he won’t say that to every girl because none of them have a pretty smile like you.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. All you could muster out was a simple “shut up” as you looked away.

“Aw, did I make you nervous?” Peter teased, still flipping through the doodles.

“I want to kill you” you said, still attempting to hide your blush.

“Moving on,” Peter whistled, “I stand by the fact he’s probably old and musty.”

“No, no, he sounded young. Also, I saw his abs through his suit. Definitely not that old.” You smirked before bursting out laughing.

Peter clenched his jaw for a second, then realised his crush was literally checking him out.

“Gross.” Peter said, not even trying to wipe the smile off of his face.

a/n : part 2 :

#spiderman x you #marvel x reader #marvel x you #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fanfic #fluff #peter parker fluff #friends to lovers #vigilante #friends

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wikiangela · 5 months ago

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the boys 4x04 thoughts

oooh Homelander is gonna kill them all isn't he

god, ill never stop being in awe of Antony Star 🤩 he's just so good

oh Butcher 😪 how are they gonna save him, if at all??? I mean, I heard s5 will be last so I wouldn't be surprised if they killed him but not just yet??

I feel so bad for Hughie - but ngl, I don't see how this connects to literally anything else going on, idk, im not that invested lol

ooooohhhh godolkin four mention!!!! I miss them 😭 (rip chance perdomo 💔😭)

so they're all stuck wherever they are, vanished, yeah, but cate and sam are still out there, right? or did they get locked up too?? 👀👀

I feel so bad for colin and im dreading him finding out, its gonna be so bad 😭

it feels so shitty that frenchie is just dating this guy and now asking about his family, while he's responsible for their death

omg his mom went after little nina while frenchie worked for her??? oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

he's never seen frenchie's ankle when they were hooking up? come on lol

firecracker is so annoying - jfc bringing this shitshow at the starlight house front door smh - I mean, I get why, theyre all horrible, but its just so awful

and Butcher's back in? lol okay I like that

omg I almost forgot about Homelander's thing lol its so ominous and tense 😬

god, I feel for young John - honestly its no wonder he is how he is now 💁‍♀️

this time im all for homelander killing them all sns

the way kimiko has to text hughie bc only frenchie knows how to communicate with her smh - did any of them make any effort to learn even the basis 😫 it bothers me too much this season 🤣

Hughie wants to give V to his dad.... so that's how it connects lol Im not sure its a good idea hughie 😬😬😬 "haven't you learned anything" is a valid question 🤣

who tf is watching them 😬

is that the girl who knew kimiko??? oooh that makes sense, i forgot she did that 🤣

ngl im loving kimiko and hughie team up, we dont see enough of the two of them lol

aw, Butcher being honest for once 🥹

"he's up there with God" is soooo funny bc he played God 🤣🤣🤣

ewww firecracker wtf??? 🤢🤢 WOW she's gonna spin in to her favor isnt she 🙄🙄

ah, catholicism, when you confess you fucked a minor and they still praise you 👏🙄

why are they looking at her like that wtf, clearly she was a child who couldn't control her powers yet wtf

I really hope A-Train doesn't get caught 😬

why the fuck is Ashley there oh no - they're gonna keep each others secret tho right???

omg homelander is such a psycho 😳😳😳

choosing to watch the boys while eating is not a good idea, and yet i never seem to learn lol

oh my god??? annie had an abortion and they're broadcasting it to the public???? fuck you firecracker 😤 yesss kick her ass!

this won't be good for her public image but i bet it was satisfying in the moment lmao

wait, what the hell happened with Butcher and ezekiel??

I hope Homelander kills Barbara ngl

ooooooh frenchie told colin!!! oh my god 😳😭 valid reaction tho lol - killing his family is one thing, but dating him all this time without telling him??? yeah, thats psychotic and so bad and shitty, and frenchie deserved this - still feel so bad for him

uhhhh, why are we trusting deep to give you a lobotomy?? ew ew ew i cant look 🙈🙈🙈

oh Annie 😭😭😭 i feel so bad for her, hughie is right, thats such a violation 😤

things just got sooo much more messy 🤩

omg Butcher took some V! is that why whatever happened to ezekiel happened???

she gave him V.... what the hell

#the boys spoilers #the boys s4 #the boys season 4 #the boys #vicki watches the boys #thoughts while watching

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winderlylandchime · 11 months ago

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1/3 So I was 100% sure I sent the ATX updates as well and now while going through your blog for preparation for tomorrow, I saw that I didnt. I must’ve missed it by accident because we watched this right after Gale’s interview so i was sure I sent both, my bad and I apologize in advance for the incoming spam, also hi!:

*the video starts with them walking to the building* ‘AH! BLONDIE! ITS BRI- fuck no, Gale, right? Damn it, oh damn the beard and the glasses look good!’ And the cast is now walking towards the stage ‘THATS RIGHT MY MAN GALE WAS A STAR! BLONDIEEEE! He looks the same as he did in the show. The fuck?’ Tell me why this man from a shot that lasted a second clocked that Gale probably has a cigarette pack in his front pocket and I teasingly asked what was he looking at to notice it and he goes ‘i mean….he’s just..well..mind your business’ and immediately afterwards he goes ‘he’s kinda dressed how Brian would be dressed.. but i think Brian would rather die than to have his glasses hanging around his neck..he’d have them perfectly tucked in his jean pocket so everyone knew they were expensive…i miss Brian’ He then sat back and very quietly went ‘im so happy Blondie and B-Gale are sitting together’ The lady who was hosting mentioned how QAF had a big impact on her life and he went ‘tell me about it, girl..i cant even remember what the fuck was i doing before this’ I think it’s worth mentioning that he had to rewind 3 times because he kept staring at Gale and Randy. The camera moved to show them all together and he went ‘what a time, huh? I bet they never thought they’d have their own little gay comic con moment’ ‘who is this old man? (Me: dan, he helped write the show with the other guy Ron) oh so THEY are the reason for that shit finale? You’re telling me two old white men made me sob? Well fuck both of you two! I don’t like them’ (this was said with his arms crossed like a toddler btw). There’s this moment where Dan mentions how they exceeded graphic content and Peter and Gale have a tiny moment and he pointed to them and went ‘I was robbed of their friendship!’ Every time the camera zoomed out or showed Gale/Randy, he just softly gasped and went ‘look at them’ or ‘ah my boys’ while Ron was talking about casting Randy, peter leans to gale and my brother points to that and goes ‘ohhhh theyre talking shit! I just know it’ He now learned how they cast Gale and Dan goes “and there was mr harold” and he goes ‘Look at him getting shy! Wait, he almost didnt go because he was striking? Youre telling me I got him as Brian by pure fucking luck?!’ ‘I fucking love Peter. He’s funny, (gale said something to peter while he talked about casting and he points to them and yells) THEY ARE FRIENDS! I WAS ROBBED OF THEM! *long pause* damn the beard looks good on him here’ after this Randy picked up the mic to talk about his casting and my brother just yelled ‘HE SPEAKS!’ And then the attention went on Gale and under his breath he goes ‘finally’. And immediately his reaction was ‘wow…he’s shy no matter where he is, huh? He looks as if he expected to be quiet the whole time. He’s so pretty’ Gale here mentions his ex girlfriend showing him the VHS and he goes ‘ah yes, heterosexual..forgot about that’ (Gale says he tested and thought “this will be funny”) *starts giggling like a teenage girl* ‘he’s funny..i like him a lot. He’s got like a dry humor type of thing going on, huh? Look at Blondie’s smile. Gale looks so fucking relieved to be done talking. Its okay baby, i know youre shy, this was your Vietnam (Gale goes to pick up the mic again) oh maybe I’m wrong.’ AND THIS IS WHERE GALE SAYS THE ICONIC LINE ABOUT DIVING IN WITH RANDY.. ‘i bet you did. It was deep for sure.. WAIT THE SEX SCENE WAS THEIR FIRST SCENE?! So it kinda was life imitating art.’ Peter here threw a little shade at the costumes designer ‘oh please spill on the designer. Give me the dirt about behind the scenes! I deserve to know everything after that finale’ (Peter imitates Gale) ‘LOOK AT BLONDIE! LOOK AT THAT ARM SHOVE! THATS LOVE!’ And then Randy says that it was a traumatic time for him and it shows Gale ‘look at him dying at that! Please tell me there is more of them in interviews. I need more, not to be greedy but this isnt enough’

Hello dear sweet anon! I am so sorry that traveling and being with my in-laws has taken me away from tumblr and your messages. I hope you had a good Christmas! Right now I’m wearing a mask and pulling down to take sips of my beer because my SIL has covid but we’re all staying at her place anyway.

The ATX panel is iconic. I’m dying over your brother’s anger that two old white men made him cry. AND YES I love Gale and Peter’s friendship and we were ROBBED of KinneyCutt content.

I love Gale and Randy and Peter and your brother’s reactions are so real and relatable.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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lovelyrecs · 4 months ago

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PART THREE MOTHERFUCKERS

He opens to a black and white photo of him from back in the day, and a page full of his details. Full name, blood group, previous addresses, aliases, best colours to match his undertone, favourite Gilmore Girl boyfriend.

wow it is really full of his details. i've never watched it but i've seen enough reels to know the wrong answer; who's his favorite gilmore girl boyfriend?

NO AUNT. BITCH. He bites back a grin.

huge fan of her dedication and also doubt. she will NOT just take steve rogers' word (as she should), she will hunt down his full fuckin file and read every word of it

THE MEMES THE MEMES ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY. and this one. i cant stop thinking about this fucker:

because melon sorbet is correct and i hate it so much

The night he uses to sleep. The night.

i'm gonna use this. he is so very rightfully indignant and this is so

It’s like you could read his thoughts. Probably could. He doesn’t know the extent of your telekinesis.

WE HAVE TELEKINESIS THATS SO SICK

“Your will is weak and your spirit is cowardly.” You return his fixed look with equal intensity, if not more, which he didn't think was possible. “Three hours.”

she's so right

okay this meme. what the hell is carly shay looking at who is that also the handle!! avengeridontevenknowher LMAOO

But he’s there. In the cemetery. With the stupid camera rig on his head.

i would pay so much money for that footage

The camera being so close to his face along with the fact that you wouldn’t stop singing the same three fucking lines of the song over and over again, makes him want to tear his hair out. “That thing’s not gonna get near us if you don’t shut up,” he grumbles. “Nonsense,” you hum. “I’m a goddamn delight. He’s gonna be trippin’ over himself to get to me.”

i love her SO MUCH she's so annoying i love her so much

Bucky is a man of dignity. Less than five minutes later, he gives up.

oh my gosh i really i thought he'd walk around and halfheartedly look up and say hello cryptid and then walk away. like his whispered hello that other morning

“You’re supposed to be looking for the thing,” you shout. “It’ll find me if it wants to.” He shifts to make himself more comfortable. “I’m givin’ him a real shot here.”

that shane ryan dynamic is really coming through here. top part for me because i can imagine it so clearly. i wish i could draw

Then he tries to recollect every fact he knows about you so far. Mutant, captured and experimented on, broke free several years before him. Met Nat along the way and befriended her. Telekinesis, slowed aging. Escape artist. Wedding videographer. Allegedly.

MET NAT ALONG THE WAY AND BEFRIENDED HER??? holy mother do you know how cool you have to be to do that. i want to know how so badly. was it one of her odd jobs?? tell me she didn't meet her on a mission but one day when she was like a lion tamer for a day or something

In the shadows of the trees, he comes face to face with the same sight as before. A figure, standing on the branches. “There’s nothing here,” he calls out, sighing. “Can we just leave?” The twigs creek, and for a second he thinks you’re going to fall.

oh my god did he just see the thing

“Hey,” you greeet from right in front of him.

okay i am so deeply impressed this is the second time she's done this on this stupid trip. how does she move so FAST and silently

Ten minutes. Bucky had sat under the stupid tree for an hour.

WHY IS HE INDIGNANT??? HE DID NOTHING AT ALL AND SHE SEARCHED FOR TWICE AS LONG AS HE DID i cannot believe the GALL

From: co-host (TGS) can you pick up From: co-host (TGS) i know you have nothing going on in your life you are bitchless

she's so (not bitchless) i bet bucky barnes took this statement to heart. he imagined it spat out from her mouth and he made a face and thought of steve and sam and (reluctantly) clint. bitches

He hears you play the footage faintly in the background, almost to substantiate your point. He cringes at the sound of his own voice.

very relatable i listen to myself talk and my eye twitch comes back

You hum. “See, that wasn’t me.” Bucky’s eyes narrow. “Yes, it was.” “No, it wasn’t,” you say calmly. “I’d left to get dinner way before all that.” “Right.” “I’m serious. Got the timestamp on my video to prove it.” You look up at him through the camera finally. “So who were you actually talking to, Barnes?”

OH MY GOSH HE ACTUALLY CAUGHT THAT SHIT ON CAMERA THIS IS AMAZING

loved this chapter ari i love the forced proximity and them literally wandering away LMAO what an incredible trope

unsolved (iii)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, cryptids, graveyards

A/N: good evening. i am fighting demons (tummy ache). comments and feedback are always appreciated thank u for the love on the series so far i adore u guys sm <;33

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A few days after the first video goes up, Bucky returns from his run to a SHIELD file taped to his door.

He flips the page to the section on his known connections, only for a sheet of paper to fall out. Sharpie sprawled haphazardly across it, in big red letters.

NO AUNT.

BITCH.

He bites back a grin.

The video does reasonably well. Not record breaking numbers or anything, but for once there aren’t TikToks of people counting how many times he blinks to make sure he’s an actual human.

Always a man of his word, though he has regretted it every single time, he agrees to a second video. It follows after a disgraceful bout of bitching and even pleading, but a few hours later, he resigns himself to his fate silently.

That is until the schedule for the next video shoot is posted to the server, and he sees it’s at night.

The night he uses to sleep. The night.

Before he can even type out his rejection, his door receives four sharp knocks. He doesn’t even need to open it to know who it was.

It’s like you could read his thoughts. Probably could. He doesn’t know the extent of your telekinesis.

In your hands is a large cardboard box and on your face is a stupidly big grin.

“Good evening,” you greet.

“Tell me the show’s getting cancelled,” he says.

“Nope. We–” you announce, reaching into the box and shoving something onto his chest, “--are going on a trip. Demon hunting.”

“Demon hunting?”

“To Westley Cemetery,” you add, letting the box tumble onto the floor as you grip its contents. “To catch the Westley Cemetery Cryptid.”

“What the hell is the Westley Cemetery Cryptid?” Bucky demands.

“Creature that lives in the cemetery, watches people from the trees and runs after you if you’re there too long. No known kills, but a couple of scratches and spooks,” you list off.

His face twists. “That’s not a real thing.”

“Uh, yes it is.” You rest a hand on your hip. “My sources told me so.”

“Who are your sources?”

“Twitter.”

Bucky stares at you without a word.

“It’s totally real. It’s got a Wikia page and everything,” you argue against his complete silence. “I believe in it.”

“That means nothing.”

“Rude.” You glare pointedly. “Anyway, point is, we’re going out tonight to the cemetery and we’re gonna catch this thing on tape.”

Bucky tracks your gaze to finally look down at what you’ve shoved into his hands. It’s a headband, with two cameras attached to it, one facing your face and the other outward. Night vision, he guesses.

He sighs. “How long? An hour?”

“Was Hamlet written in an hour? Was Sharknado filmed in an hour?” you exclaim. “Great art takes time. We’re staying out there as long as we need to. So help me, we will emerge victorious.”

Bucky stares at you. “Two hours.”

“Seven.”

“Thirty minutes.”

“Your will is weak and your spirit is cowardly.” You return his fixed look with equal intensity, if not more, which he didn't think was possible. “Three hours.”

“Deal.”

“Great.” You stick your hand out, and he grabs on firmly. “See you at 1am.”

“1am?!”

It is 1am, it is cold and Bucky is miserable.

But he’s there. In the cemetery. With the stupid camera rig on his head.

You offer him whiskey to warm him up, and he agrees.

You then tell him you don’t actually have any because you didn’t think he’d accept.

He hates it here.

The wind whistles around the both of you. The eerie silence is only compounded by the fact that he can’t see anything beyond a certain point. The night is especially dark and there is no moonlight.

He trudges through the patchy grass, dry leaves crunching under his boots.

The camera being so close to his face along with the fact that you wouldn’t stop singing the same three fucking lines of the song over and over again, makes him want to tear his hair out.

“That thing’s not gonna get near us if you don’t shut up,” he grumbles.

“Nonsense,” you hum. “I’m a goddamn delight. He’s gonna be trippin’ over himself to get to me.”

“He doesn’t exist.”

“He definitely does, and you know what? I bet your shit vibes are gonna attract him. Moth to flame and all that. Karmic justice.”

Bucky stares straight ahead, swerving to avoid running into cracked tombstones.

You go back to singing, but worse this time.

“What if we don’t get anything?” he interrupts, to protect his sanity. “No one wants to watch a bunch of people just walk around the dark for 20 minutes.”

There’s no response.

It takes a second for Bucky to realise the singing’s stopped too.

He stops in his tracks, head swivelling to look for you.

“The fuck…” he mutters.

In the cemetery, he is truly alone for a moment. Silent, other than wrought iron gates creaking in the far distance.

The leaves of the tree above him rustle.

Bucky looks up, squinting against the darkness.

Against the stillness of the night, he sees it. A figure stands tall on the branches of the tree, silhouette obscured by the leaves.

It leers down at him, unmoving.

Bucky doesn’t even flinch.

“Very funny,” he says. “Hilarious.”

“We’ll fake it,” the figure calls from above. “If we don’t get any footage, I’ll just get on up there and fuck around and you record.”

“Get down,” he demands. “We’re not faking footage.”

If this show had to die this way, so be it.

“Bore,” you boo, lowering yourself to the ground with ease. “If I didn't know any better, I’d say you don’t want to be a part of this series.”

“I don’t.”

“Anyway,” you say obnoxiously, “we won’t have to. There is definitely a cryptid here. I can feel it in my bones.”

“We’re halfway through the graveyard and there’s nothing here,” he shoots back. “We should call it quits.”

“You’re right,” you say, to his surprise. “We need to cover more ground. Let’s split up.”

That is most definitely not what he was saying.

But you start singing again and so Bucky agrees faster than you finish the same stupid third line for the hundredth time that hour.

Bucky is a man of dignity.

Less than five minutes later, he gives up.

He takes a seat against the trunk of a tall tree, in a relatively open clearing.

He figures if he just takes a nap then the two hours would pass by quicker.

Bucky has no idea where you’ve gone. The lack of light doesn’t help, even with his advanced vision.

He crosses his arms behind his head and settles back, eyes closing.

Not even a second later, he wants to rip his hair out when the stupid song you were singing reintroduces itself in his head.

“For fuck’s sake,” he groans.

The tree he’s leaning against shifts ever so slightly.

His eyes fly open, but he doesn’t move an inch.

Instinctually, his breathing slows and his ears tune in to pick up even the faintest sounds.

The draft whispers, and he knows for a fact that something is above him.

A branch cracks.

“Go away,” Bucky says loudly.

A second passes.

And then another.

“You’re supposed to be looking for the thing,” you shout.

“It’ll find me if it wants to.” He shifts to make himself more comfortable. “I’m givin’ him a real shot here.”

“You didn’t even look up.”

“Didn’t have to.”

“He could have been above you.”

“But he wasn’t.” Bucky’s eyes close again.

“You’re terrible.” It comes back muffled, and branches shift. “I’m headin’ that way. One of us has to put some effort into this.”

“Joy. Knock yourself out.”

The trunk moves under his muscles again and Bucky lets out a small exhale, settling back into the position he was in.

Until he hears you singing in the distance. Same three lines, same off-key tune.

Bucky drags his palm across his face.

An hour passes.

Unlike his original plan, he does not sleep.

He instead recounts every element he remembers from the periodic table.

Replays every Dodgers game from his childhood, and then gets mad at their shift.

He just doesn’t get how you’re so goddamn chirpy all the time, given that he’d been through something similar and come out the way he had.

It had taken him a month to say anything to anyone other than Steve. You went out for brunch with Sam the same weekend you showed up at the compound.

He doesn’t get you.

Speaking of which, he hasn’t actually seen you in a while.

He checks the time on his watch. Nearly 3am.

He had a fucking workout in the morning and no lizard-man was going to be the cause for Steve outrunning him.

He pushes himself off the ground with a groan, and stretches out his sore limbs. Definitely too old for lying around a cemetery beyond midnight.

He calls out your name loudly, and then again, before waiting.

He hears bells ringing in the distance.

Bucky looks up.

In the shadows of the trees, he comes face to face with the same sight as before. A figure, standing on the branches.

“There’s nothing here,” he calls out, sighing. “Can we just leave?”

The twigs creek, and for a second he thinks you’re going to fall.

“Already told you I’m not faking footage, get down from there,” he repeats. “I’m leaving. I’ll see you at the gate.”

The leaves shuffle around before he hears branches break.

Something you say gets obscured by your movement, but you disappear again. He thinks that maybe you were cursing him out, and deservedly so. He just couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He rolls his eyes, but starts making his way to the entrance of the graveyard.

The walk back is faster, and he holds back a yawn as the gates start creeping up on the horizon.

There’s no sign of you. He half thinks you ditched him here and went back to the compound. Or fell off the tree and were just laying there.

But he decides to wait, leaning against the exposed concrete wall.

Eyes closed, he rubs his temples and decides that if you’re not here in the next thirty seconds, he’ll just–

“Hey,” you greeet from right in front of him.

“Where the hell did you go?” he demands.

You blink at him, before holding up a wrapper.

“Got a sandwich. I was hungry. The diner was real nice too, I spent like half an hour talkin’ to the owner.”

He stares at you. “You just left to get a sandwich?”

“Yeah, and I got you one, too,” you reply, tossing him a paper bag. “You’re welcome. God bless that man, but those things aren’t cheap.”

“You’ve not been here for the last half hour?”

“I mean, I spent like ten minutes looking.” You shrug, taking another bite. “All I got was a bunch of grass.”

Ten minutes. Bucky had sat under the stupid tree for an hour.

“So you just left,” he says dryly.

“Yes,” you reply like it’s not even worth debating. “Besides, if anyone could find a cryptid it’d be you. A fellow cryptid.”

Bucky spins on his heel to leave.

“You’re welcome for dinner,” you call out, and he can hear you laugh.

He flips you the finger, and regrets it a second later when your singing resumes.

The sandwich is good. He appreciates it.

He even manages to keep pace with Steve the next morning.

What he doesn’t appreciate is coming back to fifteen missed calls and four video calls from you.

From: co-host (TGS)

can you pick up

From: co-host (TGS)

i know you have nothing going on in your life you are bitchless

Bucky switches off his phone for the next three hours.

Finally, it’s a threat that you will show up at his door again and Bucky finally video calls you back that evening.

“What,” he states.

“Took you long enough,” you huff, sitting up to adjust the camera. In the middle of the ordeal, Bucky sees your laptop open.

“What do you want?” he repeats.

“The team sent over the videos from last night,” you tell him. “At some point in the video you said ‘we’re not faking footage, get down from there.”

“Yeah.”

He hears you play the footage faintly in the background, almost to substantiate your point. He cringes at the sound of his own voice.

“Who were you talking to?”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Heard you in the trees. Figured you climbed up there again.”

“Ah.” You click your tongue. “Interesting.”

“What.”

You hum. “See, that wasn’t me.”

Bucky’s eyes narrow. “Yes, it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you say calmly. “I’d left to get dinner way before all that.”

“Right.”

“I’m serious. Got the timestamp on my video to prove it.” You look up at him through the camera finally. “So who were you actually talking to, Barnes?”

Bucky’s nose twitches.

“Bye,” he says shortly.

“Dude,” he hears you laugh loudly through the phone. “I fuckin’ told you you’d attract these things, you–”

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cotton--dandy · 2 years ago

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some old guy at work saw me running food and literally pointed at me and yelled "i bet you cant go out in a dust storm!" (because im small) and everyone started dying laughing. at this point i just smile and say yep and go with it but bro im tired lmfao tired of ppl staring at my body and making comments on my body and telling me what i should eat or assuming i dont eat or asking me my literal weight. also old people just touch u sometimes ?? like i had two old people just caress me today to get my attention like ur all so lucky im actually really nice and can deal with alot and am not easily offended because the things people do and say to me are insane. also this one girl today kept raising her hand when i asked who got what like just to be cute and not looking at me in the eyes. then she said she didnt want onion in her salad and instead of giving it back to me she just made a face as she pulled out every onion in front of me it was so weird like i was waiting for her to tell me what dressing she wanted. also some people just forget what they ordered or forget they ordered something altogether or genuinely think they asked for something they didnt. like wow just wow. its every day tho its just funny but it baffles me a little every time. also how they ask for a straw and the straws are right in front of them. anyway....

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 3 years ago

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I usually do two eps per post with one in reblogs but since the last one was so freaking long this gets its own individual post.

[Monkie Kid Season 3 episode 2 Spoilers below cut]

GREETINGS AND WELCOME BACK TO KNOX REACTS TO EPISODE 2 OF MONKIE KID SEASON THREE.

TODAY I WILL BE HOPEFULLY NOT TAKING THREE HOURS TO WATCH THIS TEN MINUTE EPISODE BUT GIVEN MY LATEST HISTORY WE’LL SEE HOW WELL THAT TURNS OUT BGS;DFM;MEF

Honestly I get so excited before i even press play it’s insane how hyped this show makes me 10/10

AIGHT TIME TO WATCH LES GOOOOOO

PAUSED

THEY

PICTURES

I JUST NOTICED

THE

THE PICTURES AND DRAWINGS AND PHOTOS INSIDE THE VEHICLE IN THE THEME SONG ;A;

BELOVED’S I’M CRYING THEY ARE FAMBLYGBDS;FMNA;OGEW

THE MUSIC OF THIS SHOW IS SUCH A BOP THO

is it bad i can tell what min storyboarded because bGLKAEMF;OAWHE

OKAY

their art is just go brr r my guy i dunno what to tell u bG;LWEAKMFOWAE

THEIR ALL JUST SITTING THERE ARMS CROSSED I’M GBS;DLAKFMA;OWE THEY LOOK SO GRUMPY BGLSKFMA;WE

TANG BGDSLFKMAOWE

WOW WHAT A WAY TO START AN EPISODE

DROWNNG

MEI WITH THAT “HOLD THAT THOUGHT”

HELPGNSDFOAWE

WUKNOGNNGBDBFA;LJKMGB;OWEFMNAWEF

A LITTLE WATER NEVER HURT NO BGLNFG;OAWE

BUDDY

BUDDY SAYS THE GUY WHO

WHO CANT’ FIGHT IN WATER

BUDDY THEY CAN DROWNGB;LDFMAOWEF

“wait… MORTALITY—“

THE

HELPGSIAFNGB;OAWEIFNAOGHOAWEF

THAT’S SO FUNNY I’M ON THE FLOORBG;SN;FAOWEDF

HE’S SO STUPIDBGLSDKF;AGB;OAWEMNFE I LOVE HIM

JUST STRAIGHT UP FORGETS THEY AREN’T IMMORTAL

BRO PLS

SUN WUKONG

BGLKDFMAOWE

HELP

HE’S JUST

SO CONFIDENT IN THE OLD FRIEND THING I’M ON THE FLOOR

PLACING BETS ON THIS GUY HATES HIM AND IS GONNA LOCK HIM IN THE DUNGEON OR SOMETHING

OLD FRIENDS TEND TO DO THAT BGDS;KFM;OAWEF

FRIEND MIGHT BE STRETCHING IT BGLSD;KFMAOWE YESSSS HELPGNB;FSANDFOWEF

BROOO

HOW’D U FIND THEM SO FAST BGKLFM;AWOEF

I JUST

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

CRYING BGLSD;KMFA;OWE

OKAY SO LIKE THE FACT WUKONG’S STANDING AT THE BACK OF THE GROUP A LOT

HE’S USED TO BEING IN THE FRONT BUT HE’S LIKE IN THE BACK A LOT BG;ALSMFOAWE

THE

THEY’RE ALL

U STOLE IT MAN WHATCHU SAYING

U BG;DSFMA;OGAOWIEMFAWEF

WHEEZING

I LOVE HOW EXCITED MEI IS THO

I LOVE ALL OF TEHMMMM HECKING BGSDA;FM;AOWEF

“SMILESSSS EVERYONE, SMILEZZZZZZ”

HELPGBNDF;JAMN;OBAOFAWEF

WUKONG: JUST SMILE, BE CUTE, WE GOT THIS

INSTANTLY DROP KICKED HIS HEARTS BGSD;FNAOWEFHW

I’M

INTERESTING APPROACH CAUSE LIKE IN JTTW THIS DUDE IS TERRIFED OF THIS MONKEYGBF;AMOWEF

LONG TIME NO SEE, GUESS THE HUNDREDS OF YEARS OF NOT SEEING HIM MADE THIS GUY GROW A BACKBONE

I’M KIDDING I’M KIDDING I’D BE SCARED OF HTE MONKEY TOOBGSDFN;OAGAEWF

UHH

I’M SORRY BUDDYYYYY

I DON’T SEE YOU DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT

SCOLDING THE MONKEY WHEN U SITTING HERE ON YOUR HIGH HORSE—HIGH DRAGON ACTING LIKE YOU’VE DONE ANTYING TO STOP THIS WHILE WUKONG’S TRYING HIS HARDEST

MAN

WE’LL I’VE DECIDED THIS GUY CAN GO SUCK AND EGG

MONKEY KING TRYING THE INTIMIDATION HE DID LAST TIME AND GETTING NERFED

TRICKSTER

MAN THE FACT THEY’RE ALL JUST STANDING THERE WATCHING HIM GET YELLED AT BEAT UP AND BLAMED FOR SOMETHING HE REALLY COULDN’T DO MUCH ABOUT

MAN

SEES THE SWORD

STOPS BEING SO JERK CAUSE FAMBLY

STILL HATE HIM

BUT Y’KNOW

I LOVE MEI THO

SHE’S EVERYTHING

SHE’S SUCH A PROTECTOR AND I’M HOLDING HER SO FREAKING GENTLY

UM I’M

CONCERNED ABOTU MEI ACTUALLY QUICK TANGENT HERE

Usually the protectors get nerfed, possessed, loose their humanity or trapped under a mountain for five hundred years so like I’M CONCERNED ABOUT HER NOW THANKS THE THEME OF EVERYONE BEING BEHIND HER AND HER BEIGN THE PROTECTOR IS IMMENSLY CONCERNING ACTUALLY HEKCINGBGF;SNF;AOWE

okay moving on

GHGHSDLFSDJ THE

“My brother”

Mk: SO LIKE SORRY TO INTERUPT THIS WHATEVER IT IS—

THE OFFENDED SOUND I MADE

WHEN HE STARTED YELLING AT MK

I’M SORRY YOU WANNA DIE BUDDY

HE MADE HIM CRY

MK HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS

I’M GONNA STAB THIS OLD MAN

HOW DARE U

UP TIGHT STUFFY SNOB NOSED SON OF

i’m good moving on bG;AEWRJWA4OHF

SANDY

“WHAT’D I DO??”

MEIIIII NOOOOO

DON’T SEPERATE THEMMMMM

;A;

THAT LITTLE

THING BETWEEN MEI AND WUKONG WITH THE COMUNICATON

SO HE’S NOT TOTALLY POWERLESS

BUT THE MENTAL TALK

GOOD STUFF

WALKIE TALKIES BUT BETTER

WHAAAAT

SANDY ON CLEAN UP DUTY?

RUDE

R U D E

I CAN’T BEELIVE THEY LOCKED EVEYRONE ELSE UP AND THEN ASSIGNED SANDY CLEAN UP DUTY HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSEBKLG;SD;FAEM

THE DOORS

HOW MANY LOCKS DO YOU—

“MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT”

BGSD;LKFMAWEO; TANG PLEASEB;G;MAWE

TAAANG WHAT DO YOU MEEEANNNN

THE RELFLECTIONS IN HIS GLASSES HE’S SO STUPDIGBSLD;FM;AOWGHAOWEFM

OHHHH THAT’S SO FUNNYYYYY

TANG TURNS ON EVERYONE AND ANYONE AT A MOMENTS NOTICE AND IT’S SO FUNNYGBFDSF;BGA;WOFWE

Pigsy. My beloved.

I love him

so much

he’s doing amazing

YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

THERE IS

A SKELETON

ON THE WALL

JUST PROCESSED TAHT BGSD,;AMAOGVHAWEF

PIGSY HOW MANY SPOONS DO YOU HAVE IN THEREBGLSADN;FOAGOAF

Love that motto ain’t nothing a spoon can’t fix BGL;AWEMFOW

AH THEY’VE DRESSED UP MEI

SHE LOOKS AMAZING BUT BACK OF BACK OFF BACK OFF BACK OFBGJASNF;AOWEHF

BARKING AT THEM /NEG

TACKLES KICKS PUCNHES THROWS THE DUMB GREAT GRANDPA UNCLE OUTSIDE

THE JACKET

SHUT UP I SEE THE JACKET

MK’S JACKET

SES 3 JACKET

GRABS IT

DOES SHE GIVE IT TO HIM?

DOES HE SNATCH IT HIMSELF??

GET IT GRAB IT GIVVVVVVV

I LOVE MEI SO FREAKING MUCH THOOOOOO

YEAAAHHH

GET ER MEI

GET THE

YESS

STAB DRESS

U LOOK FAB GIRL

GET ER

HAHAHHAHAAHA

GET THE JACKET YESYEYEYSYEYYEYSYEYYESYSEYEYES

K BYEEEEEEEEEE

WUKONG ALSO

THEM

YES

VIBES

MEI GRABBED THE JACCKEEETTT

DID SHE GRAB THE JACKET WITH MK IN MIND? BGSD;FMAW;OE

YELLSSSSS

SANDYBGDSLKFMWE

THE MO

WITH THE GUARDS BGSDLKFMAWE

HELP[GND;SLFNAWGFWE

BE FUNNY IF THEY GOT THE GUARDS TO HELP THEM CAUSE MO BG;DSLKFAMAWE

PROBS NOT BUT A GUY CAN DREAM BGSALKFJ;AWE

THE FACT THAT

MEI’S HOUSE IS MORE GRAND THAN THE DRAGON KING’S ACTUAL PALACE BGSADLKFM;AWE

I think we know who the richer brother is—

gGBSDLFJA;E /J /J

RUDE

HATE THIS GUY

UHHHH

YOU STOLE FROM THEM FIRST BUDDY

RUDE

PUNCH HIM

HER FAM IS HER MONKEI FAM AND PARENTS HECK OFF ANGSTY EMO GRANDPA

MAN MONKEY TRYING HARD NOBODY TRUST HIIIMMM

which like fair man he has no idea what he’s doingbg;lnase;ofaweof

WE HAVE TO TRY

DARN RIGHT

AIN’T NO GIVING UP

GET IT

SHE’S WAY COOLER THAN U GRANDPA

NO NO NO NON

NO HOLD UP GO BACK

NOP[E

NOEPGN;SDFA;EWOF

NOPE NOOEP NOEP

NOPE NOT NOT NAH NAT NO NOT THAT

BG;SDLKAFN;AOWE

SIR

IF Y

HEY

NONE OF THAT

STOP THAT

GO BACK

HECK YOU

NOT

NONONONON

NONO

OKAY

YOU

SHUT UP

NOT

NO OKAY

HECK

THEORIES TIME IG

MEI IS ACTUALLY A PIECE OF THE SAMADHI FIRE THAT WAS LOCKED AWAY IN HER FAMILY AND SHE IS NOW THE ONE WHO HAS IT AND WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO LOSE MEI TO GET THE WEAPON I WAS RIGHT TO BE WORRIED

DRAGON KING FOOL CAN SEE THE FUTURE AND MEI GETS POSSESSED BY OR TRIES TO USE THE SAMADHI FIRE AND IT CONSUMES HER

SCREAMS

I have

YEAH OKAY WE’RE FINE

I MEAN

GREEN FIRE

SCREAMS

SHE’S SO FIRE

I’M

DYING

THIS IS NO

NOOOOOO

NONONONONNONONO

SHUT UPPPPP

SHUT UPS UTHSPOTUIPHW[‘GNHGFWE

SHE’S MY FAV

ALL MY FAV’S

HECKING

SCREAMIG

OKAY

OKAY WE’RE FINE

WE’RE FINE

TOTLAL,LY FINE

NOT FREAKING OUT

WE’RE FINE

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHA

SANDY IS SO FREAKING GOOD I LOVE HIM

THE GUARDSBGDSFM;AOE

SANDY TALENTED

SO GOOD

SO COOL

I’M STILL LOOKING AT MEI THO

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY I’M FINE I SWEAR

Sandy: so i was trying to rebuild the ship

Sandy: missed a step, it’s a car now, get in

bgl;kjsdafom;B;ALFJFMAWEO

THE GUY ON THE WINDOWBGL;KAMFAOWE

pigs is working v hard. He’s lovely. He’s so good. Just wants to rescue take care and YEAH

LOVE PIGSY BELVOED BG;SDMFAWE

MK LAUGH THERE

;A;

JUST CHILLING

VIBIN

after LBD everything’s chill BGVALKEMFOW

WUKONG WERE U IN THE CELING????

BGS;DKLMF;AOGHOAWEMF

SANDY AND MEI’S SMILES BGS;LKDMF;AWOE

I LOVE THAT THEY ALL WENT TO THE FRONT SEAT ABGLSKD;AMF;AOGHAWE

BEDS

GOOD STUFF

OLD MAN

TANG

WHATCHU TRYING TO SLAY

SAY

BGL;KSAMHGO;IUAWEMNFOGOAWE

HE’S

BOI DAT AIN’T EVEN IN YO DECADE LET ALONE UR GENERATION

TANG USING SLANG IS BGD;LFMAWHFOWEF

I LOVE HIM BRUH PLS

welp, Mk had to have a dad who attempts to blend in with the teens to look cool

course it’s tang bG;LAWKJDFE

THE FACT THAT MEI’S FIRST THOUGHT WAS “OOO NEW JACKET FOR MK” IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THAT

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS

THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME BG;SDMFAOWIEF

MK’S SO EXCITED TOO

JUST

BEST FRIENDS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BG;SDAMF;AOWE

ITS OKAY PIGSY

WE KNOW U WORKED VERY HARD UR DOING AMAZING

“OH MY SWEET AND SOUR PIGSY”

I love the fact that everyone calls him “my sweet pigsy” at some point

sandy

buddy

“i lost the instructions so i just built the equivalent to a multi-tool vehicle that can be exactly what we need whenever we need it for the rest of time”

BHG;KLJDSNAOGBOIWEMFAWEF

he’s so smart tho

SANDY??

DID YOU NOT KNOW WHAT YOU NAMED IT??

HELP???

BG;SLDKMAF;OGHAWOE

THE

OKAY SO LIKE

BUZZ OFF DK WE DON’T NEED YOU

AND THEN THE EYES THING BG;DLSKFMAWE

SO EITHER

Wukong can literally sense Macaque’s presence

Macaque literally outed his own sneak attack just so they could watch his cool entrance like A NERD

BG;KLSDANMFOHGOIWEFMWE PLS

ALSO HIS CLONES SEEM TO BE SOLIDIFYING??? THEY HAVE UPGRADED TO COLOUR BG;LSAMFAOWE

DK seems like he could be a semi-decent guy

THE

The look between Mk and Wukong ;-;

I’m holding them so gently

ALSO LIKE, SAMADHI FIRE IS LAST RESORT BUT IT COULD BE WORSE THAN LBD

then again they’ve locked it away before so :T

GB;AFMWOE

awwww

HE IS A HALF-DECENT NOT COWARD

YAYYYYYYY

MEI

I LOVE HER SM

THE

AWWW BUDDY U DON’T LOOK SO MUCH LIKE A JERK WHEN U SMILE

sorry he actually looks very lovely his design is a bop and he actually looks like a very very intresting character i’m looking right at him

LOOK AT THIS STUPID MONKEY

MACAQUE U BAFFOON

U LOVELY DORK

HE’S SO DUMBGLKSAMFOAEHW

I HATE HIM SO MUCHGBSAFKMAWEO /POS

He looks fly underwater tho

ALSO HI MAC CAN BREATHE UNDER WATER HEY NEAT NOTED

MAC OPENS HIS MOUTH AND I WANNA SAY SOMETHING SARCASTIC BACK AT HIM GBSDLFMNA;OGHAWE

GET EM

GET EM OLD MAN

YEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

THE

“you don’t really think you can stop me… right?”

I’M S????

DUDE???

SOMETHING ABOTU THE WAY HE TALKS MAKES ME LIKE WANT TO HATE HIM BUT LIKE HIM AT THE SAME TIME HE’S SO STUPIDLY CHARASMATIC AND DUMB AT THE SAME TIME STAB HIM WHY ARE YOU WORKING FOR LBD YOU COMPLETE IDIOT YOU’RE SO STUPIDBGSDFNA;GHAWE

WWOOOOWWWW

I WANNA MAKE AN AMV SO FREAKING BAD

DID SHE BOOST HIS POWERS OR SOMETHING????? CAUSE LIKE DANG HE CAN MAKE CLONES, SMOKE MONSTER—

no wait yeah no this is normal. thinking about his first appearance. he does all the same stuff. uses smoke monster and clones at the same time

yeah nvm we’re good bGKLAWMEF

that FRAME

HOL UP

THE

YSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

THAT FRAME IS SO GOOD

THE WHEN HE’S LUNGING AND THE DK AND MAC IN THE SAME FRAME HELLOOOOO THAT IS SUCH A METAL LOOKIN FRAME BRUH STARING RIGHT AT IT BG;LKSDAMFAOWE

the LAST BIT

THAT ECHOY LAUGH IN BOTH HEADPHONES

SURROUNDING

HEY IS THAT FORSHOWDOWING?? SAYING THEIR CLOSING IN???

OH YEAH????

MAN

HECKING

GOSH THIS EP

GONNA FISTFIGHT IT

WHAT A BOP

HECK U

GB;SDKLFM;OIJAOWE SCREAMING SO FREKAING LOUDLGYSDLFA;KEWJFOAWE

I LOVE THE ENDING CARD SO MUCH THO WITH THE MONKEY

GOOD STUFF

#knox rambles #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Knox reaction #Monkie Kid Season 3 spoilers #Monkie Kid season 3 #this is SO much shorter than my last one so YOU'RE WELCOME BGL;KASMFAEW

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Infatuation

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: It’s not a secret that Corpse prefers taking care of his hair himself rather than going to a hair salon to get it trimmed and/or tampered. However, he only has so much knowledge of how to properly do it without having to obliterate his budget. Luckily, his girlfriend comes to his rescue.

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the incredibly fluffy request! I’ve been very pumped to write it and now here it finally is - so sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but I still hope you come across it and give it a read! Love, Vy ❤

“Um, what are you doing?“

I just walked into Corpse’s apartment to find him barricaded in the bathroom, giving himself a hair appointment. We were supposed to have a chill night in watching movies, but it seems to me like those plans will either have to be delayed or canceled, given the chaotic state both Corpse and his bathroom are in. I mean, how dumb was I to expect he was actually doing his hair justice when he told me he styled it himself? Why didn’t that immediately raise an army of red flags in my head and lead me to question his methods?

I’m honestly quite jealous of Corpse’s hair. It’s always so soft and silky and no matter how much or how little effort he’s put in it, it always looks good: either evidently carefully styled or boyishly messy, it leaves me with heart-eyes regardless. But to see him massacre it like this, it makes me wish I could report it as a crime.

“Ain’t obvious?“ He sounds rather frustrated and I feel at least slightly better due to this fact. He deserves to be as frustrated as I am by the sight of the crap he’s doing. “Sorry, you’re gonna have to wait for me for...a little while. I just need to get this under control and, um, clean the mess. Sorry for ruining your night like this, babe. I-I really wasn’t planning on it to take this long but I forgot to buy one of the products and I thought I could wing it without it but...I very clearly can’t so...“

“Please, stop talking. I don’t need to know what sins you’ve committed - if I do I’ll probably have to give you the silent treatment for like a week or so.“ I call out to him as I quickly skip over to the kitchen to leave the food I bought on my way over before returning to the bathroom and carefully taking a step inside, mindful of where there are hair strands on the tiles. Even severed, his hair is beautiful and I have a ton of respect for it - ok fine, I adore it. Corpse definitely doesn’t appreciate it properly. I walk over to the shower, reaching out to the two shelves inside which are lined with different types of hair products. “Oh fuck...“ I let out the whisper without even realizing it because I’m so stunned by the brands I see on those shelves. “Corpse, um, what the actual fuck?”

He turns to me, eyes wide and terrified because of my menacing tone. “What? What is it?” His gaze searches the spot where mine was just pointed at, looking for anything that could’ve provoked such a reaction from me. Seeing nothing but the hair products, he meets my deadly glare yet again, “What’s wrong?”

Alright, this man-child needs some serious help

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.“ I say, stomping towards the exit of the bathroom, “You’re gonna stay here and wait for me to come back and don’t you DARE, even touch your hair, let alone bring a pair of scissors or any chemical near it. Copy?“

“Copied and pasted, ma’am.“ He salutes me, knowing better than to ask questions when I enter my commander role. There are quite a few things that set me off into this bossy-ass persona, and hair mistreatment is most definitely one of them. Thing is, Corpse doesn’t know that. Well, he didn’t know that, pretty sure he’s guessed it by now.

Feeling myself soften at his obedience and trust, I give him a smile and a wink over my shoulder as I go to grab my bag and leave the apartment to complete my mission, “Good boy.”

* * *

“Isn’t that a lot better?“ I ask, gently running my fingers through Corpse’s freshly cut, washed and dried hair. I’ve spent a good five minutes just smoothing through it with my fingers. I bet he’s expecting me to say ‘my precious‘ at any moment now, and trust me it’s tempting, but I still don’t, I won’t give him the pleasure of predicting my actions. Wow, we’ve really reached that level of being familiar with one another that I predict that he’s predicting what I’m gonna do next. While I’m a guessing game for him, I tend to think of myself as more of an open book. You just gotta be fluent in the language it’s written in to understand it.

I’ve gone off-topic, my bad.

“Yeah, you’re a lot less scary now.“ He tells me, his hand finding mine in his hair and taking it to his lips to place a kiss on my knuckles.

We’re positioned so that we’re in front of the bathroom mirror with Corpse seated in a chair in front of me and I’m for once in my life towering over him from behind. Our height difference was threatening to be a hinderance in my work on his hair, but we easily figured it out.

I can’t help but laugh, “You know what I meant.“ I curl one of his already curly strands around the pointer finger of the hand that’s still wandering around the soft dark curls while the other remains in his gentle hold, resting on his shoulder.

“And you know what I meant.“ He shifts in his seat to look at me directly, not via the mirror, “Since when do you have a hair infatuation?“

I roll my eyes and retract my hands, defensively folding my arms over my chest, “It’s not an infatuation with hair, dummy. It’s an infatuation with your hair.” I correct him, doing quick work of styling the stray strands that fall over his forehead and eyes. “I really like your hair, you already know that. I can’t handle the thought you’re doing such a shitty job taking care of it.”

He shrugs, furrowing his brows, “Hey, I was buying top-shelf products, cost me a fortune every month, my hair was being treated like royalty.”

I roll my eyes once again, “High price doesn’t always equal high quality, Corpse. Did you ever stop to read what was in those products?” I don’t let him answer, I don’t need him to confirm what I already know. “Even if you did - which you didn’t - you wouldn’t know what each of those ingredients do to your hair. You see, taking care of hair, especially hair like yours, takes patience and knowledge. It’s practically an art form. It’s not like you can just buy any product that has ‘suitable for curly hair’ on it. There’s a lot more to that.”

It’s only after I finish my monologue that I realize he’s looking at me with amazed amusement in his gaze, almost like a parent listening to their kid talk about their wish of becoming an astronaut. “Since when do you know so much about hair? You’ve been using the same shampoo and conditioner since I know you and now you wanna lecture me on hair care?”

I raise an eyebrow at him, exasperated by his stubbornness on the matter, “Who said being consistent with your hair products is a bad thing? You know, frequent changing of brands has the potential of being damaging as much as aiding.” I explain with the most amount of patience I can muster, now taking over the parent role myself, “And as for your previous question, I know so much because my mother is a hairdresser.”

His eyes widen in surprise. I can practically see the gears in his brain turning as he tries to recall if I’ve ever told him this before.

“How come I don’t know that?“ He asks finally after a long moment of silence. “Why haven’t you told me?”

“You ask that as though I just tell you things like that on the regular. Did you also want me to drop the info that my dad’s a mechanic in passing conversation about video games? Cause that’s a little hard to shoehorn in....“ He cuts off my sarcastic rambling with a brief peck to the lips. He’s the only person allowed to shut me up, and only like that. Anything else will earn him either an earful or a silent treatment.

Just kidding....unless...

“So, does that mean you’re continuing the family business?“ he asks when he pulls away, “I mean, you’re technically my personal hairdresser now.“

I furrow my brows playfully, “Wait, what? Since when?”

“Since I hired you approximately an hour ago.“ He beams up at me, satisfied that I’ve fallen in his trap.

“And what about my payment?“ I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

He looks to be contemplating for a second before he stands up from the chair, taking my hand in his leading me out of the bathroom, “Well, each appointment you’ll give me a different price, Miss Y/L/N. But, considering today was your first day, I choose to pay you with dinner.“ He sends a wink my way, laughing when he’s met with an unamused expression on my part as I stop in my tracks, causing him to halt his movements as well.

“You really plan on paying me with the dinner I bought?“ I raise an eyebrow at him, freeing my hand from his so I can put both my hands on my hips for the complete 'I’m far from impressed’ look.

“Yeah...? Problem?“ He asks, faking nervousness and guilt as he closes the distance between us, once again returning to the default of towering over me instead of it being the other way around.

“Several actually. First of all...“ I raise my finger in the air accusingly, ready to go off but the arm that wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground causes my words to die down, evaporating in a frightened squeal, “Corpse no!! Put me down!“

Of course, he ignores me, carrying me into the living room while I don’t know whether to thrash or stay as still as possible.

Tsk, so much for gratitude

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bokutosworld · 4 years ago

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home sweet home | hq boys with their kids!

character/pairing: msby black jackals boys with their kids - hinata, atsumu, bokuto, sakusa!

wc: 1.5k words, pure fluff!

summary: when they finally get a much-deserved break from volleyball, there's nothing that the boys want more than to spend time with their little ones. but what do they do if you're not around for the day?

a/n: inspired by my fave korean show the return of superman! i just cant stop imagining how the boys would be like if they were left on their own with their kids<3 hehe

part two with schweiden adlers trio here!

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HINATA SHOYO He wakes up feeling warm. When Hinata opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the sight of his adorable son laying peacefully on his chest. He brings his hands to ruffle his messy hair, the little boy pressing his cheeks closer to his father's body. It's been a long time since Hinata felt relaxed in the morning, and he honestly thinks that he could stay in this moment forever. But after a few minutes, he finally gets up and stirs the little boy in his arms awake.

"Dad? Where's mom?" Seiji asked, his bright, inquisitive eyes mirrored Hinata's own and he felt proud that his son took after him. He explains that you were off to your parents' house for the weekend and this makes the five-year-old pout. Despite looking a lot like him, Hinata knew that Seiji was a mama's boy and, though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes felt jealous that you were hogging all of his son's attention. So he was over the moon to have time alone with the boy.

"But don't worry! The two of us will have a great all-boys weekend," he declares. All of a sudden Hinata lifts Seiji over his head and places him on his shoulders. The little boy then got excited, starting to loosen up and laugh as they ran out to the living room. "Wow, look at that, Seiji, you are flying!"

With his dad's hands carefully holding him tight, Seiji felt safe and extended his arms in the air as they playfully circled the house. When they got tired, the two boys collapsed on the sofa. Hinata reached over his to mini-me, wiping some sweat that has formed on his forehead, "Are you hungry now? What do you want dad to make for breakfast?"

Seiji looks up at his dad expectantly, waving his fists excitedly with a big smile on his face, "Can we do that again?" And Hinata happily complies, already looking forward to a great father-son bonding.

MIYA ATSUMU "Papa, can we pwease go to Uncle Osamu's shop today?"

This was the third time Atsumu heard the request from his daughter. The four-year-old has taken a strong liking to his twin, and while Atsumu mostly finds this endearing, he wonders if she likes Osamu better than him. He takes the little girl from her sitting position on the floor and sets her on his lap, brushing some strands of hair that have fallen.

"Aya, do you like Uncle Osamu more than me?" As if on instinct, the little girl shakes her head. Worried that she might hurt herself, Atsumu cups her cheeks to stop her movement, but only to be shocked to see that tears are threatening to spill from her doe eyes. Shit, he thinks. "Okay, darling. Don't cry." He brings her to an embrace in an attempt to calm her down. "Let's get you ready, huh. We'll ask free food from Uncle."

When the door to Onigiri Miya opens, Aya immediately goes to Osamu's side, slipping past the counter and running to his open arms. Osamu lifts her up, "Hello there, little girl. Do you want to cook with me today?" She beams and nods her head enthusiastically, waving a hand to her dad who was standing by the door. "Hey, 'Tsumu. Just take a seat wherever, we won't be long here!"

This was the fourth time this week that they have been to his brother's shop. At this rate, he might as well have Aya sleepover with Osamu and let her spend time with her cousins. He opens his camera and takes a selfie, along with a message that he sends to you. Back at Uncle Osamu's again. She loves food just as much as you, it reads. He hears a bell coming from the kitchen, followed by a pitter-patter of footsteps. When he looks up from his phone, he sees Aya running towards him holding a plate with a small riceball on it.

"Papa, look! I made it for you," she excitedly tells him. Atsumu is touched by the gesture, taking the plate to place it on the table and tacking his daughter in a hug. He peppers her cute face with kisses and Aya is giggling, her laughter fills the Onigiri Miya shop. Osamu smiles and takes a photo of the father and daughter.

"I'm so happy, Aya, thank you." Before Atsumu eats it though, he makes sure to take a photo of her masterpiece. Our little chef made this, he proudly captions it before sending it to you.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU When you left Bokuto alone with your two kids, he was confident that he can handle them on his own. But boy, was he wrong. The whole house has been turned upside down with the seven-year-old Naoki jumping all over the place, and the two-year-old Suki crying on her baby chair. Not to mention their golden retriever barking to add to the chaos.

Sighing exasperatedly, Bokuto approaches Suki first, taking her from the chair and swaying to calm her down. He's having a staring contest with the dog, Tama, as his eldest son continues to wreak havoc. Then an idea pops up in his head.

"Naoki, what do you think of taking Tama out for a walk?" The playful boy stops in his tracks, turning slowly to look at his dad. Bokuto moves closer to him and grins. He knows how the young boy has always wanted to walk the dog, only you were opposing in fear that he might let go of the leash. But Bokuto has complete trust in him, and if things go south, he could always chase the dog. He crouches to his son's level, looking at him in the eyes, "We'll keep it a secret from Mom. What do you--"

Before he could even finish his statement, Naoki was already putting on the dog's collar and leash. Bokuto smiles and walks to the kids' room to change Suki's clothes. He pulls out a baby pink dress and carefully dresses his daughter. He also pretties her up, tying her hair in two ponytails with pink ribbons. When they finish getting ready, the trio proceed to walk in the park.

He notices that Naoki is much more behaved and more mature this time, thinking that he definitely looks the part as an older brother. Feeling much more at ease, Bokuto walks with a spring in his step, subtly bouncing the little girl who is strapped to his chest. Suki giggles at his father's actions, and he can't help but kiss her forehead.

"Hey, dad," Bokuto hears Naoki quietly call out to him. He sees the big smile on his son's face and feels like a proud dad. "Thanks for letting me walk Tama." Oh, you bet he was going to brag to you about today.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI Sakusa and his six-year-old daughter, Shiomi, were currently taking a vacation at your parents' house. As much as you wanted to come along with them, work held you up and you had to send off your daughter and husband, wishing them a good time in the countryside.

It's been three days and the little girl has been enjoying time with her grandparents. Sakusa could feel his heart warming whenever he watches her helping her grandmother doing household chores or when she is sitting in the garden and reading a book to her grandfather. He knows how you never want to miss a moment of your daughter's life so he sends you random snapshots and videos throughout the day.

He was lounging on the tatami in the living room, a book in his hands, when Shiomi came running to him. The little girl tugged on his hand, "Papa, come with me! We're planting a tree!" Completely smitten by her, he puts down the book and goes along with her to the back garden.

Shiomi helps him put on some gloves and hands him gardening boots. "Wear these so your feet don't get dirty!"

As soon as he wears them, the two of them proceed to get their tools and start working in the garden. Time always seem to pass quickly when one is having fun, and before Sakusa knows it, they have planted three sprouts of trees and sowed vegetable seeds in the family garden. He glances at Shiomi who is still full with energy, her eyes shining as she proudly looks at her work.

Sakusa hurriedly takes out his phone. "Honey, come here." He beckons her, and removes his glove before wiping a towel to her face. "Let's show Mama what we did today."

Shiomi goes to the other side of tree, pointing at it before displaying the widest grin. Sakusa sets the front camera and their faces are shown on the screen. With the biggest smiles on their faces, he takes a photo and sends it to you, the caption reading: We missed you. Planting is fun!

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fruggo · 3 years ago

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Hi hi can I req Danny, Leon and Steve with a male s/o who's a real goofy guy? Cracks jokes during chases, just can't take things too seriously, laid back and chill guy who prioritizes having fun

absolutely, thanks for requesting!! :D this is cute haha. i hope you like it!

danny, leon, and steve with goofy m!s/o

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny would consider himself a pretty fun guy, though perhaps his idea of fun would not be the same as a normal person's. so i wouldn't take his word for it if i were you.

honestly? he thinks you're the shit. he genuinely likes your bad dad jokes great puns, will banter back and forth with you, and he might even give you the hatch instead of a mori. although he would love to have your picture, it can wait until the next trial. or the next if he still doesn't feel like it. who knows?

he likes that you're not too serious about everything. since danny is the entity's golden boy, he never has to worry about anything! he likes it here! and it's cool that someone else has a similar mindset about things. although he might have misunderstood "making the best of the situation and just being a goofy person" for "liking it here". you never really clarified which one it was, and why should he ask?

when danny finds out that you act basically the same way with all the killers, cracking jokes and laughing things off in chases, he gets all pouty. he thought he was special. well, looks like you're getting that mori now.

he still likes you though, and he gives you even more special attention now in the form of tunneling and camping! he means well <3 (no he doesn't he is a little bitch and a loser)

but then he hears stories from the other killers about you, and is pleased to find that you are significantly more fun with him, and, dare i say, flirty!

but he still wants to tunnel and camp you.

when you realize what he's doing, you don't get mad about it. what's the point? in fact you think it's really funny.

the first time danny proximity-camped you, you found it rewarding to just talk and talk and talk until he finally talked back. it took a while, but he did finally respond.

you would just say dumb shit, and then you would say more dumb shit, and then it got annoying and danny had to tell you to shut up. and then you would just dramatically whisper something like "okay, pissbaby."

and danny thought maybe he should be angry with you, but he just wasn't. he couldn't be mad at you, because even if he was, you wouldn't care. you weren't scared of him.

so when he finally left and you got unhooked, he tunneled you obviously. it makes sense, okay?

"wow, am i that handsome and gorgeous and attractive?" you monologued while smashing a pallet onto danny's head. "i'm really just so irresistible that you want to tunnel me? honestly, danny, i'm flattered. i'm touched."

danny couldn't remember since when you were on a first name basis, but he let it slide. just because maybe he thinks you are that handsome and gorgeous and attractive.

dude danny is kinda fucked up but like. he's funny. and charming. and he also let you take off his mask once, and so now you know he's also hot. he has a few things going for him as long as you ignore the part where he chases you with a knife.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon, our favorite rookie :D he's so cute!!! sorry im gushing i just cant resist i love him !!

and you love him too, so much. that's why you accidentally distract him during trials by goofing off and almost getting him killed

it's out of love. leon knows that. you don't really mean to.

while leon's doing a generator, you are probably somewhere nearby trying to find something even remotely interesting to do. and that might involve climbing a tree, then falling out of the tree. but it wasnt your fault! you swore the crows were attacking you, they didn't want you up in that tree because they knew you were just so cool up there and the Entity couldn't have somebody being better and hotter and funnier than itself so high in the sky.

leon could only smile and shake his head, inspecting you for the wounds you inevitably had. when you said you were fine, he was very skeptical, because your version of fine was never the same as his.

the killer knew where you were now because of your very loud "FUCK!" as the crows supposedly attacked you and forced you out of the tree, so you immediately put on your game face and got ready to command some attention.

leon said no, you were not in the right headspace to get chased. you only shrugged at him, slapped his ass, and ran towards the killer yelling, "HEY YOU WANNA HEAR AN AGGIE JOKE?"

leon was used to this by now, and he found it rather endearing. you were an enigma to him, really. how you could be so laid back about this whole murder-die-sacrifice thing was beyond him, but it was refreshing. he liked your enthusiasm.

since he had just come from raccoon city, he was still in his "i have to do the right thing and save everybody because it's my duty" kind of mood. you made sure to lighten up that burden and remind him that it's okay to chill sometimes, and he can't save everybody, especially not here. if you were in a particularly bad trial, you always made sure to get him to crack a smile.

likewise, leon wasn't always too jazzed about your "funny guy gets killed so the team can live" complex. he knew you didn't care, or at least you said you didn't, but he still hated that you constantly sacrificed yourself and acted like it was no big deal. to him, it was. he hated going back to the campfire alone and waiting forever for you to show up again; he cared about you and it hurt to see you sacrifice yourself so much even if he knew you would return.

leon didn't have a stick up his ass or anything--he had his fair share of humorous moments (i mean have you seen infinite darkness ashdjshdf that man just wants love and food). he just wants to save everybody, you included. it's frustrating to come to terms with the fact that he can't.

he loves it when he can hear you yelling at the killer mid-chase from afar, be it a pun or a swear or both. you've even influenced him to crack his own jokes while being chased sometimes--it comes out more often if he's being tunneled. if you ever happened to see him do it, you would wipe a fake tear from your face and start clapping. you were very proud of your rookie.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

the killers hated you and steve, and i mean like despised you

you were so chill. and for what???? why do you have chill???? nobody else has chill, what makes you think you deserve to have chill????

they could never make you angry and that made them super angry

you and steve would quip back and forth between chases, sometimes going so far as to pretend the killer is not there and talk about something like what kind of cheese you missed eating the most. let me tell you, that did not make the trickster happy.

he was a star!! a star, and here you two little shits were, ignoring him to talk about cheese. honestly, the audacity.

you and steve ran to the killer shack with the trickster on your heels, still talking about cheese. how the conversation had gone on this long was a mystery, and it continued to be a mystery while the two of you shared a chase in the shack.

steve was very happy to have found someone to share his sentiments with. everybody was so serious all the time, and while he was similar to leon with his altruistic streaks, he was slightly less responsible and occasionally enjoyed doing dumb stunts just for shits and giggles.

you can bet that whenever you are in a trial together, it's a competition to see who can hold the killer's attention longer. your teammates don't mind--all they have to do is complete gens, so their job is fairly easy. and it's always entertaining to catch sight of one of you sprinting with a new flashlight in your hand to go annoy the crap out of the killer.

there's no question that steve would die for you a hundred times over, and you would do the same for him. you didn't see it as a very big deal--you didn't see anything here as a very big deal. steve was the only important thing you had, really, and you cared for him a lot. saving him? kapeesh. no sweat.

scenario: steve is being chased, you throw yourself in front of him, the killer has noed, you are hooked, you give him a thumbs up as you die, he flips you off because why the fuck would you die for him what is wrong with you he's supposed to die for you and you know that?? why would you do that???? great, now steve gets to escape and it's all your fault.

you would simply smile. he was so cute sometimes.

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emonaculate · 4 years ago

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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

#eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #black reader #eren has anger issues but is still sweet

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stillthesamekid · 2 years ago

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Lights up

Toji saves you from a mission that goes wrong

PARING: toji fushiguro/f!reader

GENRE: plot to smut; angst if you squint

WARNINGS: +18, NSFW, blood

WORD COUNT:1,5k

AUTHORS NOTE: hello! This is my first ever fic so be kind everyone. I hope to make many more in the near future!! Also if you have any suggestions feel free to ask. Oh and for now I will only do jjk fics. That is it for now, hope you enjoy it.

It was getting late and you already lost track of time. “What a place to have your first solo mission, ha..”

Your mission for today was to exercise a Second Grade curse, your first ever solo task. And it was not an easy one to say the least, with little to no light in a remote warehouse on the east side of Tokyo, the feeling of solidarity and weary started to get to your head.

With your flashlight now on, you started to make your way through the abandoned halls. The shattered glass was everywere, so was the smell of fresh blood.

Climbing up the first floor and exploring the new area you come across the curses first victim. Old homeless man, late 50s died a day ago probably.

“Poor man” you tought to yourself .

There were few needles across the floor indicating the usage of drugs. Although the everyday sight of dead peolpe should make one heartless by now, you still cant help yourself but to feel sorry for these innocent people.

After getting on the second floor it didn't take you a long time to notice that the room to your left was were the curses new victim was. The only difference this time was , that not only did you find a dead body ,but you also found its cause of death.

“Holly hell it's huge, Gojo definitely missed telling me this detail.“

The curse was 4 meters at least, it berely fit into the room. The terrifying sight of a grey looking creature caught you off guard, so much so that the flashlight your left hand held dear to your life, fell into a pile of blood.

“ Great, now what…“ Unable to see the curse, you begain to run to the nearest beam of light. It didn't take long for the curse to catch up to you, grabbing you by the ankle and turning you upside down.

“Ugh!” Its razon sharp claws started to slash your back and although you fought back with every fiber of your beaing, you were no match for this curse.

The only thing that was left is to surrender and accept the death that was just around the corner.

“God, please…”

As you begain to close your eyes,you heard a loud bang that sounded a lot like a gunshot.

In front of you now stood a 6'2 man wearing a black t-shirt that extended his toned muscles, and a white baggy pair of pants.

“Who ar-” you heard another bang indicated towards the curse. The grip to your ankle got loose and you were tossed on the floor hitting your head. The last this you remember was a man approaching you just as you started to loose your consciousness.

....

“Look who's finally awake, welcome back.”

You woke up in a strange tiny apartment,head still hurting from a tough fall.

There was a man sitting next to you on a bed, the same one from earlier today. But now, with the lights on you could actually see his face ,not only his silhouette. You looked at him for a moment, observing the scar at the cornor of his mouth. His eyes glued onto yours, expecting you to start asking questions.

“Where am I?” you said softly, not wanting to use much of your energy. “Wow, not even a thank you? What a world we live in.” The smile on his face was making him look like this was an everyday occurrence.

“Yes, thank you. But where am I?” the way you answered his question sounded harsh, not exactly how you wanted to come across but who could blame you.

“You're alive, thats the only important thing, don't ya think?” he continued not breaking the eye contact.“ I saw you getting into that wreck of a house, so I decided to follow you. I bet you're happy I did”.The way his eyes were scanning every part of your body made you feel exposed.

“How lo-”

“You've been here for the past couple of hours. Don't worry I treated your wounds, although they looked nasty they were mostly superficial.” He said patting your sholder.

“Thank you” was the only thing that you could say while looking into his eyes for the first time today.

“No problem doll, make sure to rest, I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything.”

That was the last thing he said before he exited the now cold feeling room.

....

After couple of hours of rest you decided to get out of bed. The would on your ankle needed a new bandage. As you steped a foot into the living room, the look of a undisturbed man laying on a couch caught your attintion.

You decide to observe the view ahead of you for a moment, before you reach out your hand to caress the strand of hair that was covering his right eye.

“Hey there, I tought you were resting in the bedroom?” His question was genuine, with no fraud smile to see. You startled, not thinking he would wake up.

“I was looking for um.. a bandage..” yeah right like he would belive you the way that sounded.

“Sure you were doll” there it was again, that cocky smile “sit here I'll get it for ya.” His back was facing you , and you could not help yourself but to admire his physique. It took you a second to figure out that you've been cought staring.

“If you keep staring like that, you might burn a hole trough my back” you blusshed, you could practically see his smirk even tho his back was still facing you.

On his way back he did not sit next to you on the couch, insted he kneeld before you and started clean your already healing wound.

“I didn't tell you to clean it-” he grabed your ankle, making you shiver.

“Didn't take you as a person with low pain tolerance.” You sigh not knowing what to answer

“ ..it's not that, you just strteled me..ah!” dammit now you sound like a lier.

“ C'mon no need to pretend, plus I'm beaing gentile ” doesn't feel gentile you think to yourself. Right after putting on bandages on he starts to massage your ankle

“Heyy you don't need to do that” his head tilts up looking at yours , eyes burning with desire

“why shouldn't I when you enjoy it this much , ha?” His left hand remains on your ankle while the right one makes its way to your thigh making your skin warmer by every minute.

“Wait I-”

“Toji.”

Your thoughts are starting to get blurry “what?”

“It's Toji”

He says not long after moving to a couch and getting you on his lap. You're so close to his face, feeling his warm breath on your neck.

“Is this more gentle doll?”a large hand starts cupping the flesh of your brest.

Just then you noticed that you're missing a bra underneath the shirt, he probably took it off to treat the wounds on your back. You were bearly in a shirt and shorts since your uniform is torn apart.

"Yes please..."

“Please what?” the words escape his mouth as he removes his hands from your body, not giving you the pleasure you're needing.

“Touch me, toji..” you coun't believe how desperate you sounded.

It didn't him a long before his right hand found the curve of your ass, squeezing just enough to make you moan.

Your lips soon met his own, causing the explosion of emotions inside of you. The feeling of his scar against your skin made you shiver.

“God, you're so beautiful.”

You buried your head in his chest, not wanting him to see your face red as a tomato.

He took that as a chance to slide two fingers inside you, making you moan his name.

You didn't notice your hips riding fingers until he added another one. Every thrust he did made you clench your fingers onto his back even more.

"Are you sure that ya only want these fingers doll?"

Unable to think, you say the only thing on your mind. “You, I need you inside off me....now.”

A grin starts forming on his face as he unzips his pants. His hand holds his length, guiding it to your already wet entrance. He can feel your body tense, waiting for it.

Without a warning, he thrust his length into you making you squeal in delight. A cry escapes you, begging him to start moving.

“You take me so well doll, ready for me to move?”

Before you could even answer, he starts thrusting fast and balls deep. The only thing you could do was to hold on tight until you break.

"Ahh.. fuck”

“Ya liked that, don't ya”

“Yess, more..”

You were moaning, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure. You couldn't take it and longer. Luckily he was also at his limits, with every move taking his closer to the edge.

“Toji, I'm close..”

“I know doll, me too. Just hold on for a bit."

After couple of more thrusts, you're reached your climax. Now panting, you held onto his shoulders for support just as he was riding out his high.

"...I'm afraid that we will have to change those bandages again..”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #daddy toji #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji fic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you

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kpopluvrsblog · 4 years ago

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I got you princess

Requested: may i please request for a jealous bsf mark where he sees y/n getting wasted in the club (because she saw mark getting close with the popular girl) and she's with yeonjun so he drags her out and they fight but end up confessing to each other.. i hope that isn't confusing haha thanks !

Genre: angst + fluff, smut!

Pairing: mark x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! Dom!mark x sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex ( uak the drill ), reader goes somewhat into subspace at the end, creampie , kind of rough sex, slight masturbation suggestive dancing, swearing, use of the word slut

A/n: this is so long,,, SORRY I ADDED SMUT i cant help myself when it comes to mark... if anyone doesn’t want to read that part it is at the end!!

You slam your locker shut, sighing loudly as “those two” pass by murmuring amongst themselves. By “those two” you mean mark and little miss popular. It’s not that you were popular but of course everyone loves miss perfect aka Jen and they can’t see through her facade. “Me and mark used to be like that..” you whispered to yourself.

“HEY Y/N” someome suddenly screamed in your ear. “YEONJUN!! oh my,,, you scared me!” You whined and smacked his arm lightly, making him chuckle to himself. “ Mmm sooo how’s your little crush on mark going? He seems to be all over jen today...” yeonjun asked with a face of concern.

“ oh a little?” Your eyebrows shot up with sarcasm. “Honestly, its... ever since they’ve gotten closer, she’s got him wrapped around her finger. Its as if me and mark had never been friends.” You look off to the side and scoffed at how whiny you sounded.

“No no no y/n... thats it!! I am not letting you sulk over this loser. He doesn’t understand anything.” He rolled his eyes before continuing “ we need to go out!!” He said happily. “ go where exactly?” You questioned as you grabbed his hand and started to walk to the exit of the school. “ go clubbing!!” Yeonjun said excitedly.

‘Clubbing huh... that doesn’t sound too bad!’ You thought in your head. “ alright clubbing it is!!”

That leads to where you are now. Looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing a burgundy fitting dress which made all of your curves stand out and matched it with burgundy heels as well. You have done light makeup with a black winged liner and added diamond jewelry pieces.

“DAMN y/n... baby you look GREAT!! wow you look so good i-“ yeonjun cut himself off when he reached up to his mouth and wiped off his drool, his actions making you laugh. “Stop!! Lets just go!” You said while laughing. You noticed his attire matches yours. He was wearing a burgundy suit as well which complimented him so well. “You look really good too though...” you smiled brightly at him as he grabbed your hand, thanking you with a blush on his face and brought you to his car.

The drive to the club was around 30 minutes. Yeonjun had found a club or as he called it “ the best club you’ll ever go to” and insisted that you both go there for the night. He said he wouldn’t drink so he could be your DD ( designated driver).

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Your mouth dropped open when he pulled into the private parking lot for the club. “Yeonjun this is..” you trailed off in awe. “Amazing. I know.” He finished the sentence for you. “alright, in we go!!” He jumped excitedly.

As you walked to the large glass double doors. The bright lights and blaring music became clearer. You could see the many people that were occupied inside. Yeonjun said something to the security man standing outside, which u didn’t understand since you were too busy admiring the place, but before you knew it he was leading you inside.

“ALRIGHT, drinks first baby we gotta get you to loosen up before we get started.” He shouted over the music and the yells of the other people as he brought you to the bar. When he talked to the barista you started to scan the crowd of unfamiliar faces, smiling at the sight of everyone having fun. Suddenly you furrowed your eyebrows... ‘was that mark?? What was he doing here... wait, jen is... dancing on him.. woah, okay.’ Your thoughts ended as yeonjun poked your side and handed the shot glass to you “ thanks” you smiled at him and chugged the drink, feeling the hot liquid slide down your throat, leaving a slight burn.

“Agh” you winced at the flavor causing yeonjun to chuckle. “Its good huh?” He smirked. You turned back to the barista, “excuse me!! Can you give me the strongest shot you got?!” You questioned with a smirk. “Challenge accepted” the barista laughed and went to mix you up a drink. If mark can have fun why can’t you?? It’s time to get over him.. he’s obviously taken. “Is that mark here??! What the fuck man!!” Yeonjun shouted with a look of pure disgust when he saw who was attached to him.

“Y/n lets go! We’re going to go dance and show him what he’s missing!!” He looked back over to you just in time to see you take the mystery shot. “Damn that shits strong” you croaked and laughed when you saw yeonjun smiling at you.

He pulled your hand through the crowd of bodies and brought you to an open spot. Already feeling the alcohol take its place you started to dance with yeonjun wrapping your hands around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. You smiled up at him and turned around in his grip, bending fowards slightly, now grinding your ass up against his bulge with his hands still groping your hips as he grinds into you.

You stood back up, still moving your hips and reached your arms over your shoulders to hold onto the back of his neck lightly. You looked up and met a gaze of who you completely forgot about. Jen was no where to be seen and mark was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, biting his lip harshly and glaring at the man groping you. Yeonjun leaned down slightly to press a light kiss to your neck and thats when mark broke.

One second you were dancing with jun and the next someone was leading you to a secluded place of this club. “WHAT the fuck are you doing mark!!! Let me go!!” You shouted as he pulled you into one of the empty backrooms. “Shut up.” Is all he said while he went to block you from leaving the room. “Shut up?!! What do you mean shut up!! Ive been shutting up since you decided to ignore me for the schools slut!!” You shouted at him trying to push him out of your way.

“HEY!! She is not a slut first of all-“ you cut him off with a slap to his face making him stare at you in shock. “Not a slut?? Mark where do you think she ran off to huh?! You think you were the only guy shes been talking too?! What a dumbass... im leaving now.” You declared waiting for him to move out of your way.

“Y/n... listen-” Mark started. “No!! I don’t want some pity apology to leave your mouth! I want to leave and never see you again.” You stated with your arms crossed until mark suddenly pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he let go it would cause you to disappear. “ what the- Let me go!!” You mumbled into his suit.

You heard him sniffle and now realized that he was crying... a lot. Even though he is a dumbass you can’t help your feelings for him. “Listen y/n... im so so sorry that i pushed you away. I just- oh my gosh. I love you y/n... so very much that I unintentionally pushed you away and when i noticed how close you were to yeonjun, i thought that i could never treat you like how he does, i could never make you happy and i KNEW THAT. When jen started to pay attention to me, i thought i could take my mind off of you and that you would have a better life without me in it. I know how she is y/n... but my jealousy got the better of me. The reason why she left just now is because I wasn’t paying attention to her. How could i when you were standing so beautifully in front of me... and thats when i noticed that i couldn’t get over you, especially with yeonjun touching all over you when that could’ve been me if i tried and i- hmmph“

He was talking too much... his words making tears rolls down your face, soaking up into his suit. You leaned up to press your lips tightly against his. His body stiffened when your lips touched his... they were so soft. He quickly loosened up and hugged you tighter, his lips now moving with yours as you continued to make out. After a few minutes you pulled apart, a string connected between you both, chests heaving. You knew you looked like a mess but mark still looked down at you with so much love.

“First of all your still a dumbass...” you whispered, causing mark to giggle. “ I’ve never stopped loving you, me and yeonjun are just friends and he knows about my crush on you. But when you started ignoring me.. wow it hurt so bad and it pains me to admit that. I was so jealous that I couldn’t be with you-“ mark cut you off with another peck. “Mark let me finish!!” You blushed trying to pry him off of you.

“No i already know where this is going... im sorry for being a fucking idiot but i really do love you and i hope you can forgive me.” He said while letting a few more tears out.

“Okay no more crying!! Of course i forgive you and I obviously still love you too... you’re lucky you only ignored me for around a month though...” you trailed off into a fit of giggles. “Lets leave this place y/n, ill tell yeonjun whats going on and ill take you to my place to get you cleaned up okay??” Mark said while caressing your hair lovingly. “Mhm lets go!”

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《smut starts》

After some time, you and mark had finally arrived at his house. “Ahhh okay here we are.” He sighed when he pulled into his driveway. “ okay lets get you cleaned up hmm?” He questioned when you both entered his house. Too tired to answer you hummed an answer back hoping he would understand, of course he did. Having already been here many times before, you remember where everything is which made it easier to navigate through his home. “Lets take off these shoes first, i bet your feet hurt so bad right now.” He pouted and sat you down on his couch, leaning down to take off each heel and lightly massaging your sore feet. “ it’s alright you can close your eyes baby ill take care of you.” Mark then leaned up to peck your lips one last time to hear you mumble “ thanks baby i lovveee you hmm” you then closed your eyes and felt him pick you up, bridal style and bring you into his bathroom. He took off your jewelry and placed them safely in the cabinet. He then proceeded to remove any excess of makeup that you had left on your face.

He was debating whether or not he should bathe you, as you probably feel gross. Since you had not fallen asleep yet, you decided that you wanted to be clean. “Baby you can bathe me its okay. I trust you.” You said softly, making mark smile at your cuteness. “Alright, im going to undress you now, lift your arms up for me.” You did as you were told, he took the snug dress off of your body, leaving you in your matching lace bra and panties... he couldnt help but get turned on. He thought your body was outstanding. Mark shook his head lightly trying to get out of his thoughts, you, now with your eyes open, noticed his actions and smirked. “Whatcha looking at?” You questioned innocently while looking down at your body.

“I uh- uhm oh yeah ill start the bath” he blushed and moved to the tub, now filling it up with hot water. The alcohol had mostly wore off now, since you hadn’t drank a lot. You started to unclip your bra and pull off your panties. “Mark can you help me in the tub please” you asked. You both knew you were capable of getting in yourself but nonetheless he grabbed your hips and set you softly into the tub.

“Dont you want to get clean too?” You asked and pulled lightly on the bottom of his tie. He smirked at your request and pecked your cheek. “Let me go get clothes for us to change into and ill be right back.” When he walked out you couldn’t help but notice his hard on. God he was so hot.

You knew you had some time. Whats the harm in just touching yourself a little? You fingers slowly trailed down to your clit and you slowly rubbed circles on the sensitive nub, letting your head fall back and small moans pour out from your mouth. “Having fun without me?” Mark asked with his clothes off and standing in the doorway, his hard dick on display. Where did this Confidence come from? He came up to the tub and lifted you out now patting you dry and emptying the tub.

“Do you really want this?” He looked you in the eyes as he asked this. “Yes i really want this please” you answered and bit your lip. “We’ll bathe after this then okay?” He didnt give you time to answer as he picked you up and brought you out of the bathroom straight into his room. He placed you gently on top of his bed sheets, luckily there was a thick blanket on top that he had layed out, so now the sheets won’t be dirty.

You pulled him on top of you and trapped him between your legs as you made out with him, lightly sucking and pulling on his lips, with your hand running through his soft disheveled hair. He groaned into your mouth as the tip of his dick brushed against your slick entrance. “Just put it in im wet enough and i really need you i cant wait please please please- OH” you moaned aloud as he followed your requests. His thick dick now stretching out your tiny pussy.

“Fuck baby your so tight for me, damn you feel so good. Does it feel good for you baby?” He whimpered into the crook of your neck as he pushed your thighs apart farther, his hips now pressed tightly against yours. “It- um.. mmh” you already couldn’t form a sentence...

He chuckled and put his hand under your head, now holding you even closer. “Fuck.. m- mm move please” you whimpered. You were so sensitive and felt so full with him pressing against your cervix. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, which made you gasp and clench even more, making it hard for him to move. “Loosen up for me hm? Let me fuck you properly. Show you how its done baby” you followed his orders and let him keep hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. “A- ah keep going” you let out gasps and moans as he was now pounding into you. Mark was breathing heavily as he sucked marks onto your pretty delicate skin.

He snaked a hand down to rub on the nub you were playing with earlier. “Feel good?” He questioned and got a moan in response. He knew you were close by how you started to clench uncontrollably. “Im gonna cum shit im going to-“ you stopped your rant when he went even harder than before, you could feel him in your stomach. “I know baby. Cum. Cum all over me and make a mess. I got you.”

“FU-“ your orgasm was so hard that you went silent as your eyes rolled back, nails leaving streaks on his back. “Fuck y/n im cumming” he came inside of you with long hot ropes shooting into the deepest parts of your body, filling you up to the brim with warmth. You both came down together... only mark came down actually. “You’re okay princess. You did so good. Come back down to me, im waiting” mark whispered to you as he pulled out of you slowly, watching a white mess come gushing out of you. “Mmhm i did good?” You asked with a whimper while holding onto your stomach, feeling full. “Yes princess, so so good for me. Im going to bathe you and change you now okay? You can sleep, i know you’re tired.” After hearing his words you fell into a deep sleep knowing that he would take care of you.

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You woke up with the feeling of being wrapped in warmth. You groaned as you turned around in marks hold, now facing his angelic sleeping face...’ he looks so at peace’ you thought. You also noticed that he dressed you in an oversized sweatshirt of his and gave you a pair of his boxers to wear. He really did clean and take care of you last night huh...his grip tightened around you and you left a soft kiss to his lips as you fell back into your slumber with a smile, knowing that you were definitely going to spend your life with this man.

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all-that-glitters-is-goldfish · 3 years ago

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Can I get a short fluffy Drabble with bucky with this prompt?

I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU

Thank you!! 💗

Okay so this is kind of long for a Drabble because I just loved the plot and couldn't stop writing!!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, nonnie!!

Morgan's Graduation Sleepover!!

You blink hard against the bright stream of sun poking through the gap in the curtains, groaning as your head throbs in the light.

You let out an audible moan as you attempt to pull the covers over your face. The soft, silky comforter was cool against your skin, and you snuggled tighter against the sheets as you became aware that you were shivering despite the summer heat.

You extend your arm searching for your phone that you kept on the nightstand and frowned when your hand felt nothing. You turn your head slightly, trying to see the floor below where your phone may have fell, catching a glimpse of the bed in the sun for the first time since you opened your eyes. The large queen-sized bed draped with dark grey blankets.

Wait… Grey?

Last time you checked your comforter was a deep purple colour.

You sit up slowly, becoming fully aware of your environment and looking around the dimly lit room. A room that you definitely hadn’t been in before because you would never have a poster of dogs playing poker hanging above your bedroom door.

You groan again as a feeling of nausea overcomes you, the dizziness being caused from your eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. You clasp the palm of your hand against your mouth, attempting to stifle a gag and you taste the acidic bile bubbling in your throat.

“Oh god.” You belch into your hand as it balls into a fist.

“Mmmph-“

You nearly jump out of your skin as a low moan fills the silence of the room and your head whips fast enough to cause another wave of dizziness.

Your eyes widen as you realize… whoever owned this bed was sleeping right next to you, curled up on his side, face buried deep in the pillow.

You startle, getting tangled in the blankets as you jump out of the bed, thanking internally that you still have your underwear on and are not waking up butt-naked next to a stranger during the worst hangover of your life.

Unfortunately, your actions aren’t grateful as your feet become tangled in the sheets and you land with a thump loud enough to vibrate the furniture. You wince as the pain radiates up your ass and into your spine.

Suddenly, a pair of ocean blue eyes are peering over the side of the bed, a concerned look across the man’s face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, jumping out of bed with much more grace than you had shown, and dropping down to his knees by your side.

“I- Yeah.” You stutter, embarrassed and still confused about how exactly you had ended up in this position, not on the floor, but in this situation.

He grips your arm with a strong hand, pulling you up and steadying you as you stagger, the dizziness still not disappearing due to the excessive amount of alcohol you had consumed the night before.

As he helps you stand you notice the sunlight reflecting off the arm of the stranger, the metal left arm that causes your heart to skip a beat and the feeling of a golf-ball sized lump in your throat. You hadn’t recalled any of your past Tinder dates having a prosthetic arm and you panic, realizing that you really had no idea who this man was.

“I-“ You pull away, your eyes darting from his arm to the folded up clothes on the chair in the corner of the room.

The clothes you had worn to the party!

Fragments of the night come flooding back, but still with no memory of this mysterious, handsome man.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, his eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

Wait… Y/N?

“You know me?”

“Yeah! You’re Nat’s roommate! She introduced us at the party last night.”

“Introduced us?” You search your mind for any recollection, finding it surprising that you couldn’t remember this muscular man, with the dark hair and stubble surrounding the most gorgeous lips.

Damn, I bet they taste soft.

“I’m not surprised you don’t remember. You were already 4 drinks in, and you were trying to go shot to shot with me. I tried explaining to you that I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, but you kept going. Basically had to carry you back here.”

“Back… here?” You ask, squinting as your head begins to throb again.

“Yeah. My place.” He turns around, heading into the ensuite bathroom that you hadn’t noticed before. “I was going to bring you back to your house but you lost your keys and I was unable to get a hold of Natasha since she took off for shawarma with my friend Sam.” He shouts from the other room, before returning with a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol.

You accept it gratefully, not caring that you willingly took drugs from a man you still weren’t sure you trusted.

“I’m Bucky, by the way. In case you don’t remember. Bucky Barnes.”

You nod, unsure of what to say next as your mind was still breaking free from the alcohol induced haze. Your eyes trail down towards the pair of plain white boxers Bucky is wearing, and you gasp as you remember that you are also standing there in your underwear.

You dash towards the chair, pulling the tight black dress over your head.

“I- Did we-“ You don’t know how to ask, and you hope he understands your gesture as you motion towards his near-naked body. Seeing him blush 3 different shades of red comforts you slightly, and you smile slightly through the panic.

“No! I would never- You were completely wasted!” He fumbles with his fingers, avoiding eye contact.

Your heart sinks as you realize you offended him, and you try to crack a joke. “There’s not too many other scenarios I can think of that offer a valid reason for waking up in a man’s bed in only my underwear.”

He chuckles, smirking and you almost swoon as you notice his handsome smile for the first time. “Clearly you’ve never met yourself drunk.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, the pain in your head finally dissipating.

“Well, first of all I insisted you sleep in your clothes, but when I went to grab a trash can in case you vomited again-“ You wince as he stresses the word. “And by the time I came back you had already stripped down. And then when I tried to sleep on the floor, you started crying telling me you were afraid you were going to float away like a balloon and you wanted me to, and I quote, keep your string grounded.”

You curse, not bothering to keep it in your head this time, as embarrassment flushed your face. You grab your purse from the chair, sighing in relief as you notice your phone safely inside the front pocket of the bag.

“I mean, I’m not complaining. I just wish the next time I’m in bed with a beautiful women-“ He pauses. “No, God sorry. I’m going to stop talking now, I’m horrible at flirting. This is awkward”

“Flirting?” You’re taken aback.

He’s beaming now, his smile stretching from a smirk and into a full-blown smile. “I don’t save all pretty drunk girls I meet from choking on their own vomit, you know.”

It’s your turn to blush now as you swing your purse over your shoulder. “Well, thank you for being my hero.”

A loud buzz breaks the tension and you pull out your phone to silence it, seeing several missed calls from Natasha.

“Oh wow.” Your eyes widen as you read the new text that pops up on the tiny screen.

Did you fuck him yet?

“What is it?” He asks.

You quickly shove your phone back into your purse as you turn to look at Bucky. “It’s Nat- she’s just worried about me… I should probably go.” You lied.

“Do you need a ride?” He asks, grabbing a pair of jeans slung over the end of the bed.

“Oh- Maybe? I’m not exactly sure where I am.”

“Ah. I don’t live too far from Nat, but it’s too hot out. And heatstroke can make hangovers so much worse.” He holds the bedroom door open for you and you head into the hallway, not noticing as he grabs something from the dresser before he follows you out.

He tosses you a heavy helmet and you almost drop it, not expecting the object to be thrust into your arms.

“What’s this for?” You question.

“For your ride. Just one rule, though. Don’t throw up on my bike, dollface.”

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