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little-whats-her-name · 4 months

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So I showed my church Youth Group Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical, and before you say that's super problematic, we play Cards Against Humanity all the time and Josh made an AI draw Jesus having an epic pizza battle so it's fine. Everyone had their head in their hands saying "What is going on?" at some point. Watching Listen To Jesus Jimmy in a church is really something.

(on Ralph's laughter at the very beginning)

Sofi: My guy is high as a kite.

Josh: You don't just say “good evening” then drink a glass of water.

Sofi: I would. Keep ‘em hanging.

Jesse: I mean, ideally you'd drink a glass of water then say “good evening”.

Sofi: My school should do this for their musical.

Sofi (about Jimmy): He looks like he's made out of plastic.

Jesse: Welcome to musical theatre, Sof.

Sofi: Why does [Mary] look 16 and [Jimmy] looks like he's thirty?

Emma: To be fair, I think they're both probably thirty.

Emma: Did he just pour hot chocolate from a teapot?

Sofi: It's like Grease but better!

(on Jack putting the gun he just fired in his top pocket)

Jesse: Wh- No! You just burned a hole in your jacket.

Josh: And possibly also your skin.

Jesse: He just charred his nipple off!

“Damn stairs.”

Emma: Oh yes, that was definitely the stairs’ fault.

(on the way Mae moans when Jack hits her)

Emma: She enjoyed that too much.

Sofi: Especially the full 360 then falls.

(during the intro music for The Stuff)

Sofi: I think she's going to burst into song.

Jesse (sarcastically): Really? What gave you that idea?

Emma: Was it the pose?

Jesse: So, to summarise, my boyfriend abuses me but he buys me lingerie and drugs so it's fine.

Sofi (super whiny): It's fine!

Jesse: A woman just screamed “my boyfriend gets stoned and rapes me” out a window and no-one outside reacted.

Sofi: One guy reacted - he dropped the milk.

Jesse: And then they just went back to doing what they were doing.

(as The Lecturer's film finishes)

Josh: That was it! That was the whole movie!

Sofi: *gasps* It's the Floop guy!

Jesse: He's been in many many other things.

Sofi: It's the Floop guy ☺️

(on the dance break in Down At The Old Five And Dime)

Sofi: Yes! Mood lighting!

Emma: Why is [Miss Poppy] in a dress now?

Sofi: Because it's sexy now.

(as it cuts to people having sex in the reefer den)

Sofi: How did we get here?!

“Why don't you and J-J-Jimmy get better acquainted?”

Josh: P-p-pedophilia.

(on the intro music for The Orgy)

Josh: We are now in India!

Me: Oh he did paint it like a cow! There was a cut scene where Jimmy took the turtle at the start of the film home and painted it like a cow. And now you can see he's turned the shell into a bong.

Josh: Hah, tortle bong.

Josh: Does [Mary] realise that she's the only person in the church?

Emma: Where are her parents?

Sofi: This is peak acting.

Sofi: [Jimmy] looks like Marty McFly crossed with Ferris Bueller.

Josh: Is [Joan of Arc] gonna do a striptease?

Jesse: This film needs a drinking game.

Me: This is what I thought of when I saw that the cross on the stage lights up.

Sofi: Satan doing a spit-take made that scene.

Emma: Why's [Sally] always falling over?

Sofi: Because weed.

Sofi: How did (Mary Jane/Mary Lane) win an Emmy and Kristen Bell didn't?

Sofi: Stop singing to your cigarette!

“I believe in you Jimmy Harper! Even if you do have pudgy fingers.”

Sofi: Oh! Roasted!

Sofi: [Mary's] so cute!

Sofi: Is Mary gonna die? *Mary dies* Whoo!

Sofi: We should do this film for Year 12 English Lit.

Me: One of the Year 11 classes at my school did Jo Jo Rabbit, so this isn't far off. There's probably more you could talk about in this.

Josh: They just gonna leave [Mary] there?

Emma: Wait, why isn't [Jack] stoned?

Sofi: Drugs don't affect men. Just teenagers and wives.

(during the prison scene)

Jesse: Don't drop the soap!

*prisoner drops the soap for Jimmy*

Whole table: NO!

“I'm… fine. Perfectly in control.”

Sofi: Me too, bestie. Me too.

(as Ralph is skewered)

Sofi: Now, if he'd fallen the other way he could've done Olaf’s “I've been impaled”.

(on Mae's screaming)

Sofi: Calm down.

Me: She just saw three people be MURDERED!

(during The Stuff Reprise)

Sofi: Ayyy! Queen!

Josh: Hit him with the pointy end!

Sofi: No, she's dragging this out. This is for every time he hit her.

(as Mae applies lipstick while drenched in blood)

Josh: Flawless!

Sofi: Beautiful!

Final Thoughts

Sofi: That was phenomenal.

Josh: I don't really like musicals but that was pretty good. I liked the Jesus scene.

Jesse: That had the second best drop the soap scene.

Jesse (to Sofi): Can you imagine explaining the film we just watched to our mother?

Sofi: We learned about fear-mongering in the media and that the end will justify the means so it's fine.

Emma: We definitely didn't see any racial profiling. We definitely didn't see a black family run back into their house as a mob approached them.

Sofi: They just decided that wasn't something they really wanted to be a part of.

#reefer madness musical #reefer madness movie #reefer madness the musical #reefer madness: the movie musical #reefer madness

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idreamofplaid · 3 years

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All is Calm

Square Filled: Impala for @spngenrebingo & Huddle for Warmth for @spnchristmasbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mostly mentioned

Word Count: 2445

Summary: Dean been distracted by hunting lately, but he’s fully focused now. Everything is clear to him.

Created for @spngenrebingo & @spnchristmasbingo

Dean was usually so good about keeping Baby maintained and in top condition. Her oil was always changed hundreds of miles before it needed to be, the air pressure and tread on her tires was checked on practically a weekly basis along with her fluid levels. Some people might say he was obsessive about his car. You’d come to understand she was more than just a car to him, and the way he cared for her was the way he cared for anything and anyone that mattered to him.

It was one of the many admirable qualities about Dean. You had noticed this softer side of his in so many small ways since you’d met him. Along with that softness, he possessed a driven determination. That determination pushed him to keep hunting the next monster, save the next person, do what he could to make the world better. That was why Baby hadn’t been receiving her usual amount of attention lately, too many monsters in the world. That was also the reason the two of you were stuck in the middle of nowhere Montana right now. Baby had a dead battery.

That was bad enough, but it was the week before Christmas, and in Montana that meant full fledged winter. Walking out of here wasn’t an option. The last town you’d passed through was thirty miles back, and new snow was beginning to fall. Even worse, the cell signal out here was so weak Dean had barely gotten to say ten words to Sam before the line went dead. He reassured you that was enough for his tech geek brother to turn on the GPS and find you. You just had to wait it out.

Fortunately, Baby’s trunk contained not only every weapon known to humankind but also sleeping bags and blankets in the compartment beneath those weapons. Dean fetched those and covered the backseat with a sleeping bag, leaving the other covers in a pile for now, then he motioned for you to get inside with a lopsided smile, “We’re going to have to make the best of it until Sam gets here.”

Sam didn’t drive the way Dean did, but he could be fast enough when the situation called for it. Still, it would take hours for him to get here. That was a long time with the temperature dropping the way it was. You tried to sound more sure that the two of you would make it through this okay than you felt. “What are we going to do exactly?” The uncertainty was in your voice in spite of your best efforts, and you knew Dean could hear it based on his reaction. He went into joking and downplaying the situation mode.

“We’re gonna get under those blankets and sing Christmas carols. I have a fabulous voice.” He held the car door open and swept his arm gallantly toward the interior and the back seat. You climbed in and Dean followed, closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been in Baby’s backseat by any means, but it was the first time you had been here with Dean. You knew it wasn’t the first time Dean had been back here either; the difference was he wasn’t a passenger when he was in the backseat of this car. Better not to think about that right now. You were in danger of freezing to death; you could think about your crush and deal with your jealousy tomorrow after you survived.

Dean reached around you, grabbed the other sleeping bag, and settled it around the two of you; then he did the same with a blanket. His final move was to put his arms around you and draw you in close to him. He rested his chin on top of your head and dropped the bravado. “I’m gonna keep you warm, Y/N. It’ll be okay.”

His body was warm, but as the last of the heat disappeared from the inside of the car, you could feel the cold gathering around the little cocoon Dean had made. You weren’t going to let yourself be scared. You were with Dean, and he would take care of you. You tried to snuggle closer to him, but you were already about as close as you could get. So, you tried to distract yourself. “What about those Christmas songs, Dean?”

He rubbed his hand along your back to create more warmth. “I kinda exaggerated that a little. I can’t sing at all.” You put your head on his shoulder and sighed, only it wasn’t the contented kind; it was much more the “I can make it through this” kind of sigh. Dean tried to redirect your thoughts with a different approach. “I can tell stories though.”

“Really?” You didn’t lift your head from his shoulder and slipped your hand beneath his jacket. Dean took it for what it was, a gesture to keep warm, but it was more than that to you. It comforted you to feel him closer. “Tell me one. Tell me a Christmas story.”

“Well...um...I don’t really have too many Christmas memories, but I’ll tell you what I’d like to do.”

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I felt your hand slide across my stomach and come to a stop on my ribs. Under different circumstances, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be kissing you. It’d be the kind of kiss that was hot and previewed what else I was about to do to you. We weren’t in those kind of circumstances. I should have gotten you in the back of this car before now and made out with you the way I couldn’t stop thinking about. I should have done a lot of things, but now here we are. You want to hear a Christmas story, so I’m going to tell you what I should have done about Christmas.

“When we get back to the bunker…” That’s it. Keep the focus on we are going to get out of here. “I’m going to get a tree, and we’re going to find some ornaments. I bet the Men of Letters stashed some somewhere in that place. Or, we’ll buy some. But we’re going to decorate that thing. You, me, and Sam. It’ll be a big one too. You can decide where we put it. Where do you think the tree should go?”

You shifted against me. You still felt warm enough, but I wish there was a way I could keep you warmer. It’s my fault you’re in this mess. How could I be this stupid? I’ve been taking care of this car since I was a kid. This is probably the biggest fuck up of my life, and there’s plenty to choose from. You answer my question, pulling me out of the downward spiral I’m in. “I think it should go in the library, so we see it as soon as we come into the bunker. And we spend the most time there. Maybe we could get another tiny one for the kitchen to look at while we eat?”

You love Christmas trees. Why didn’t I ever know that? You love them, and I haven’t gotten you a single fucking one the whole time you’ve been living with us. “Yeah. Sure we can get a little one too. We’ll make strings of popcorn to put on it like they did in those Christmas movies Sam watched when we were kids.” I realized then it was Sam who’d watched the movies and the reindeer cartoons. Sam had wanted Christmas too, and I’d just blocked the whole thing out. Christmas had probably gone up in flames on the ceiling for me the night my mother died. I regret that now.

What else was in those movies Sam used to watch? “We’ll make hot chocolate too, with whipped cream, and stick a candy cane in it. We can wrap presents together. Maybe you could teach me how to wrap them better so they look pretty good?”

Your hand felt so small on me, and your voice was quiet. “Yes, I’ll teach you how to wrap presents. There should be a lot of presents under the tree. You haven’t had many presents, Dean, and you should have. You deserve presents.” Where did that come from?

“I...I don’t know about that, but you do.” You were beginning to feel colder to my touch. I needed to do something. “Y/N, let’s lie down, sweetheart.” Hopefully, full body contact would make you warmer. I lay you down on the seat and stretched out next to you so the entire length of my body was against you. I made sure a blanket was pulled up behind you to cover the seat of the Impala because it was probably warmer than the leather.

You put your cheek on my neck, seeking out the warmth I had to give you. “You okay, Y/N?” You nodded but didn’t answer out loud. I didn’t like the quiet. It was better to keep you talking. “What do you want for Christmas this year? I’ll make sure Santa knows.”

That made you laugh. “Is Santa real too? Have you been holding out on me?”

Yeah, I’ve been holding out on you, but not about Santa Claus. “I could get a message to him. What do you want?”

You giggled, and it was a beautiful sound. “I want some Christmas pajamas.” I could picture you in something like that. It was cute and sexy. “Will you get some too? And Sam? We could have matching pajamas. Like a family.” Wait a minute. Did you just put me in the brother category? And why was I worried about that now?

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll tell Santa to get us all Christmas pajamas.” It’s going to take one hell of a bribe to get Sam to go along with this one.

Then you surprised me because you asked, “Dean, what do you want?” I had no idea how to answer that question. The things I wanted couldn’t be put inside a box or under a Christmas tree.

Hell with it. I’m just going to be honest. “I want you and Sam to be happy.” That sounded a little like I was making you a sister which I’m definitely not, so maybe you didn’t brother zone me before.

You kissed my cheek, and it warmed me inside, making me forget how cold it was on the outside for a few seconds. “I want you to be happy too, Dean.”

It wasn’t the right time or place, but I put my finger under your chin, tilted your face up, and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, a kiss to tell you what I was afraid to say, what I’ve always been afraid to say, afraid to even admit until we’re in a situation like this, until I can’t push it away or distract myself with something that doesn’t matter nearly as much. I love you. But I can’t tell you that now because it might sound like some kind of deathbed confession, and I can’t let you think you’re going to die. You’re not; I won’t let you die.

One thing my father did that I am very thankful for at this moment was teach me how to survive. I hope you understand what I’m about to do. In this kind of cold, you need body heat. Direct body heat; our clothes are in the way. They’ve got to go. Your eyes are starting to drift closed, and that can’t happen.

I lift your head up, and you slowly open your eyes. “Hey, Y/N. Stay with me. Okay? Keep your eyes open. Let me see how beautiful they are. Look at me, Y/N.” I put my hands on your cheeks and hold your face steady to keep you focused on me. “I need to get you warmer. My body can do that if I take off my clothes. It’ll be warmer that way. Okay?” You nod at me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. I’m scared, but I steady my voice for you. “Then, I’m going to take yours off, so our skin is touching.” You nod again.

“Alright.” I kiss your forehead then take my jacket off, thinking I can put that on top of you later too. I take the rest of my clothes off and get back under the sleeping bag. I notice the snow is falling heavy outside. I hope Sam can find the car when he gets here. I’m careful when I take your clothes off to keep you under the covers.

When everything is gone, it’s just you pressed up close against me. I’ve got to keep you awake, keep you talking. “When we get back home, I’m going to take you on a real date. The least I can do is take you to dinner after you got naked with me.” You smile at my stupid joke. That’s good. “We’ll go to Lawrence. I’ll show you where I grew up. There’s this steakhouse there that I can barely remember, but my dad used to take my mom there. They couldn’t afford a babysitter, so I went along. They had these menus for kids you could draw on, and I always got crayons. I colored everything blue. I remember my mom laughed about that.”

This was too far down memory lane. I was probably boring you. “Do you like steak? We could have seafood instead, or Italian, or something. Anything you want.”

“I like sweet potatoes. Can you get a sweet potato with your steak?” Crap. I don’t know. You couldn’t thirty years ago, but you couldn’t get sweet potatoes anywhere then.

“You want sweet potatoes? We’ll go somewhere where they have sweet potatoes.” I kiss the top of your head again. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. We can go to a real city if you want. Go somewhere really fancy. Dallas maybe. Do you want to see the lights of the big city?”

The only answer I got was, “You’re so warm, Dean. You feel so good.”

I put my hand on the back of your head and held it. “I’m gonna make you say that under different circumstances.” My joke, that wasn’t really a joke, wasn’t working this time.

I wasn’t sure you even heard me, but then you whispered, “Promise?”

“Promise.” A single tear slid down my cheek.

The knock on the window was loud; it made me jump, but you didn’t notice. “Dean! Dean!” I have never been so happy to hear my brother. We’re going home, and you’re going to have those pajamas.

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romanoffswifey · 4 years

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Stupid Sexy Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Tony takes the avengers on a snowy retreat, where he finds out about your crush on Natasha. He and Clint convince you to do something a little bit stupid and it does not go according to plan. At least you get Natasha’s attention.

Contents/Warnings: Fluffy fluff, some dumbass energy from many people

Words: 1,539

AN - Yes, this was absolutely originally inspired by that one Simpsons scene and it would not let me rest until I had written it. Stupid sexy Flanders.

“Woah, Y/N, I didn’t know you could shred like that,” Tony says as you come skidding to a stop next to him and Clint on the alpine snow.

The billionaire had decided to take you all on a trip to a Swiss ski resort, in the name of relaxation and team bonding.

“There’s a dry ski slope about an hour away from the town I grew in, I haven’t been in a long while but I guess snowboarding is like riding a bike,” you offer. Plopping yourself down near Clint, who was currently sitting on Steve’s shield after he’d been using it as a sledge.

“Maybe now you’re here you can convince Stark to actually go down the mountain, instead of just standing here like a baby,” the archer points to the man’s skis, “you know they have instructors here to teach you how to use those things.”

Tony scoffs. “I don’t need any instructing, Barton. It can’t be that hard surely, I mean children can do it.”

“You could always ask our friendly god of hammers for some pointers,” you say, gesturing behind you as Thor shoots past, screaming with joy. The asgardian had turned out to be surprisingly good at the winter sport and was currently having the time of his life.

When the men next to you descend into bickering, you zone out. Letting your gaze wander until it lands on Natasha, who’s stood chatting with Steve further down the slope.

You’d had a crush on the redhead ever since you’d met her during the whole thing with Loki, but hadn’t said anything to her in fear of ending up looking like an idiot.

Clint was the only one who knew and he’d been pretty useless at helping. Simply teasing you about it, as he’d decided to be an adult, for once, and respect Natasha’s privacy on the matter.

You sigh softly as you look at her now. She was beautiful, and kind of cute, with her little bobble hat and her googles on top of her head. The tips of her nose and ears slightly pink from the cold, and her flawless tresses only highlighted by the white around her.

As you follow the fall of her hair down to her outfit, you inhale sharply, coughing as the icy air hits the back of your throat.

The assassin was clad in a black and red ski suit, with a close enough fit that you could see the lines of her muscles. Along with a great view of her assets. It was safe to say that it left nothing to the imagination, and your imagination was certainly running wild right now.

Your little coughing fit had gained the attention of Tony and Clint. Making them pause their argument and follow your line of slight.

“Well, Romanoff certainly isn’t bothered by the cold. You’d think she’d want to wear something more comfortable since we’re out of the office,” says the billionaire.

“Actually it is comfy, and warm, and incredibly aerodynamic. She got it for this one mission where she had to go undercover as a prospect for the winter olympics,” Clint explains, “I tried it on once. It felt like I was wearing nothing at all.”

That comment did absolutely nothing to help your thoughts, in fact it only made them less PG then they already were. You’re pretty sure the heat coming from your face could turn the slope below you into a waterfall if you put your head close enough.

Unfortunately for you, your flustered state draws Tony’s questioning gaze from the archer to yourself.

“Erm, Y/N are you okay? You look kind of...wait a minute,” his eyes light up as he interrupts himself, “Oh. My. God. You totally have the hots for Romanoff don’t you?”

“Finally, someone noticed,” Clint happily exposes you.

“Barton, you little shit!” you exclaim in shock, repeatedly trying to jab him in the ribs.

“Oh this is great,” Tony laughs before starting to sing, “Y/N and Natasha sitting in a tre-”

“Shut it, Stark,” you hiss. Taking one of his ski poles and smacking him around the back of the legs, causing him to fall on his back in front of the pair of you with a small ‘oof’.

“Rude. But since you’re like the little sister I never had, I’ll elect to ignore it in favour of being the annoying brother right now. Does she know about the little heart eyes routine you got going on over here?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

You roll your eyes. “Does it look like she’s even remotely interested in me?”

“I don’t know, have you tried asking her?”

“This is Natasha Romanoff we’re talking about here, you think I want to risk making a fool out of myself and ruining our friendship?” you sigh dejectedly and put your chin on top of your knees. “And don’t bother asking Clint about it, I already tried,” you add when you see Tony turn toward the man, who was suddenly very quiet.

The billionaire huffs when he notices his glare isn’t doing anything to crack the archer’s resolve. But when his eyes land on the ramps that sat on one half of the snowy incline, the gears in his head start to turn.

His smirk widens when Clint throws him an encouraging look, clearly thinking along the same lines.

“Hey Y/N, why don’t you do a cool trick or something?” Tony asks while nodding toward the ramps.

“What?” you ask in reply, “What makes you think I can even do a trick?”

“Well, it can’t be that hard. I’ve seen you do loads of complicated acrobatics in training, and what about that time you flipped your motorbike over that bridge?”

“I’m sure Nat would be impressed if you did it,” Clint murmurs, trying to be subtle while eating some snow.

You cut your eyes at them both, wondering what they were up to.

“Fine,” you say. Pulling yourself up and setting off down the hill after thinking about it, it would be pretty cool if you did manage to pull it off.

Once you hit one of the bigger ramps, you lock eyes with Natasha, and your whole mind goes blank. You can’t stop staring and you’re quickly reminded of all those thoughts you’d just had. Which was not ideal, considering you had just launched yourself about 20 feet in the air.

Shit.

Instead of doing some epic flip in the air, you just sail through it and start plummeting to the earth. But lucky for you, you’re an avenger. You’re also heading for a nice pile of snow.

Snow is surprisingly hard, and you groan as you lay buried there, regretting many of your life choices. Not only had you eaten complete shit, you had done it in front of your long time crush. This was the worst trip you had ever been on.

“Leave me to my shame,” you whine as you feel someone undoing your boots from your snowboard before pulling you out by your leg.

Your embarrassment only grows as you look up into green eyes that are filled with worry.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Natasha asks. Checking you over for any sign of blood or broken bones.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, not quite meeting her eyes.

“You gonna explain what that was about then?” she asks with a hint of amusement as she helps you up.

You smile sheepishly and admit, “I was trying to show off.”

“Why?”

Being this close to her now, with her hands still lightly clasping yours and an adorable little frown on her face, you can’t find it in you to lie.

“I was trying to impress you. I really like you Natasha,” you confess quietly.

Her face slackens at your words, and you can feel your stomach sink. You gentle pull your hands from hers, letting out a long breath as you look down. Waiting for whatever her reaction might be.

To your surprise, a gloved hand comes up and cups your jaw. Tilting your head back up before a pair of soft lips land on your own.

You relax into the kiss as she holds you there. Blinking slowly when she pulls back with a sigh.

“I like you too, Y/N,” she says shyly. A smile tugging at her mouth and her face just a bit redder than it was before.

“How come you never said anything?” you ask, still not quite believing this was actually happening.

“I’m not really the best when it come to this whole feelings thing, so I wanted to makes sure that you might have felt the same about me before I did anything,” she trails off.

“Oh.”

The redhead hums. “And for the record you don’t have to impress me. I’ve seen what you can do, it’s pretty badass,” she says with a wink, before holding out her hand. “Now come on, I’ll get you a hot chocolate. Think of it as our first date.”

You can’t help the grin that breaks out onto your face as you take Natasha’s hand and let her drag you back up the mountain.

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad after all.

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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hypersensitivities

How Aizawa, Toshinori, and Hizashi would help and support their s/o with hypersensitivities.

While hypersensitivities can be caused by many things (both mental and physical), mine are from ADHD and anxiety. I believe I kept these as general as possible so others can relate even if their issues aren’t caused by the same things as mine.

Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa’s the least picky person out there. Come home with a different smelling shampoo for him or a new comforter made out of your preferred material and he won’t bat an eye. If it works, he’s fine with it.

Rubbing. Digging. Scruffing. Itching. Constricting. You just can’t get away from it. There’s always something touching you. It makes your entire being uncomfortable and agitated. He’ll ask if there’s anything he can do. He knows you sometimes need space to breathe and calm yourself. Those times when you want someone to help, he’s there. If you need your weighted blanket, he can find it. If you need shea butter lotion, he can apply it. If you just need some skin-to-skin contact, he can provide it. Anything to get you to stop scratching and pulling at yourself, he’ll do because he hates seeing you so visibly distraught.

Having a strong sense of taste and an aversion to textiles can lead to a difficult food life. Onions are fine if they’re in this dish, prepared this way. Tomatoes, mushrooms, and bananas? Gooey and slimy. Seafood? Beans? Never. It’s frustrating to just eat. While Aizawa’s no connoisseur or nutritionist, he can (surprisingly) cook pretty well. And he sticks to plain, easy dishes. It’s great when you’re essentially limited to bread, some kinds of pasta, and some fruits and meats. He can help with any simple soups and basic meat dishes.

If a truck’s horn or that ridiculously high pitch buzzing finally breaks your ears down to the point you’re crying, find Shouta. He’s always willing to cuddle. Even more so when you need comforting. He’s so safe and secure. Hands will stroke circles while lips kiss your temple. If you have to play rain or ocean sounds in your earbuds or from your phone, he’ll lay in bed with you, keeping you locked to him, and press kisses all over.

Whenever you leave the house, he reminds you to bring any glasses that you need: FL-41 for light sensitivity, blue blockers for computer screens, even category 4 sunglasses if your eyes need that amount of protection. He always remembers. You’ll be at the mall, squinting from the horrible fluorescents, and he’ll pull them out of his pocket for you.

His hair is perfect for hiding in when you’re out in public. It’s thick and smells like him. And while he dislikes PDA, he does make exceptions. Whenever you need a break from the lights, just turn into him, rest against his chest, and his hair will fall over your eyes. He’ll hold you close, patiently waiting for you to be ready to continue.

Please, never feel high-maintenance. If anything, having you in his life makes him more attentive to himself. He’ll eat better from any meal plans. He’ll clean his place more often so it’s enjoyable for you. He is especially aware of what cleaning supplies and detergent he uses. He just becomes considerate of how you’re in his life and what he does because he loves you.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshi developed a love for cooking. With his injury, his nutritional needs changed, so he’s learned to cook well to avoid constantly buying expensive foods. Any aversions you have, whether it be texture, smell, or taste, he’ll avoid. Can the slightest change in the sauce throw the whole dish off? His measurements are as precise as can be. Lettuce is fine, but spinach, cabbage, and parsley? It’s basically paper in your mouth. He’ll find recipes that include just lettuce and your preferred vegetables. You’ll come home to another new dish he made to surprise you.

Textile sensitivities are difficult to deal with. And clothes shopping becomes the worst task of them all. You have to test the fabric, the seams, where the tag is, how the shoulders and neck sit, the sleeve tightness, everything. Toshi will keep a list of the exact materials you like for blankets, pillows, towels, carpets, and clothing. And it doesn’t stop there. Is stoneware and glass dinnerware too irritating on your fingers? His next investment his wooden or metal dinnerware. Is cold press and rough drawing paper uncomfortable? He’ll be on the lookout for specific hot press paper.

The only thing he uses that smells is his cologne. It’s simple and never overwhelming. But if you need a different scent, he’s more than willing to go to the store with you so you can pick out something you like.

Any scents that calm you, candles, incense, and those air freshener crystal beads, will be that scent. Vanilla or lavender. Maybe there’s some obscure scent you can only dig up online? Oh, he’ll find it. It’s incomprehensible how much he loves you. And your comfort is vital. Because if you can’t feel comfortable in your own home, then something’s seriously wrong.

The lightbulbs in your place are always free for you to change. If incandescent bulbs are what you need in the living room, buy them and change them out. If green LED lights help with migraines and pain, put them in the lamp near your bed while you rest. Install smart lighting so you can dim and change the lights whenever you need to. Toshi doesn’t care about the expenses. If it helps and protects your eyes, then money means nothing to him.

It doesn’t help that his smile is just so darn bright.

Overstimulation takes over so suddenly. You’re sitting in the living room, reading, when all of a sudden, the TV and microwave throws your hearing off, your bra becomes a boa constrictor and it’s only tightening, the flowers, food, and candles engulfs your entire being. It’s throttling, smothering, and you can’t escape. You’re left to drown.

The minute you’re scratching, rocking, or crying, he’s prepared. Is your dog fluffy and grounding? Toshi brings her over. Do you need a hot or cold shower? It’s already running. Is fresh air the best for you? He’s walking you to the balcony or roof for a break. He can stay with you or leave you alone.

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi is a little bit of a picky eater too. Certain vegetables and sauces like tartar, guacamole, and harissa bother him, especially if the sauces are chunky. He prefers smoother dressings/sauces. So he completely understands any food aversions you have and never makes you feel guilty for being picky. He spends extra care when choosing what restaurants to go to and what he picks up for takeout.

He loves jewelry, not just wearing it, but on his partner too: necklaces that highlight your collarbones and rings that emphasize your fingers. He wants to buy you jewelry and hates that you don’t like it. He isn’t mad at you or your preferences but at how uncomfortable you get in your own skin. He wants you to feel great. And those mornings where you change outfits nine times until you finally find something that isn’t suffocating, his heart breaks.

You can bet he’ll come home with five bras and ten shirts he found that he knows you’ll like. The shirts are soft and the exact size and shape you want with no annoying frills, buttons, or ties. The bras are cute and never have tight, prodding wires or scratchy lace. He’s like a bloodhound when he’s at the store. One whiff of a good pair of pants and he’s ransacking the isles for more like it. He wants you feeling cozy, comfortable, and sexy!

A lot of gum goes in his mouth. His breath and taste is always something. But mint is powerful. There are too many kinds- spearmint, peppermint, winter-something, sweet-whatever, polar-anything. They’re overwhelming, upset your stomach, soak into your tongue, and cling to your clothes. You’ll smell it long after he gives you a kiss. To help, Hizashi will buy literally every flavor of gum there is and let you pick the ones you like. Bubblegum? Classic. Berry Blast? He loves fruit! Apple Pie or Confetti Cake Pop? Odd choice but he can dig it!

Noise sensitivities will be a little tough to manage when living with him. And it’s not his quirk that’s the problem. He’s just a noisy guy. He’s bumping things, knocking them over. He hums, pops, and sings all the time. Music or instruments are often playing somewhere in the apartment. Sound canceling headphones would be a good investment because it’s near impossible for him to just stop making noise. It's ingrained in him. Though there will be days when he’s almost completely quiet so he can spend time with you… and press kisses all over your face.

If you need sunglasses, Hizashi is your guy. Styles, tints, frames, colors, he’ll make sure your eyes are protected and you look perfect. In your home, he’ll cover up any reflective or bright surfaces that bother you: throwing a blanket over the refrigerator and getting blackout curtains. And if you need the often dreaded eyedrops, he’ll apply them for you. He’ll reward you with chocolate and kisses.

Since he’s so in tune with his partner’s emotions, he can notice when you’re starting to get overstimulated. Your voice may get sharper. You're itching your arm till it’s red. Your squinting and tilting away from certain sounds. He’ll recommend you take a break. Go lay down with the cat. Read a book under your weighted blanket. Burn some candles while in the bath. He’ll massage lotion into your back after for extra comfort.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #yamada hizashi #hizashi x reader #aizawa headcanons #all might headcanons #present mic headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Sugar, Sugar (Chapter Six)

In which Tony sings an inappropriate song, the boys invite Tony for a sleepover, and then Stucky meets Rhodey in what’s probably the worst conversation in the world. Just shenanigans guys, I still have barely managed a plot for this thing. It’s just baking themed bullshit.

MASTERLIST HERE

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“I’ll take you to the candy shop.” The music was low and thumping in Sweet Peach Bakery, something grinding and maybe even a little filthy, and Bucky walked right into the glass door when he caught sight of Tony shaking that ridiculous booty right along to the beat. “Let you lick the lollipop.”

“OW! Damn it!” Bucky grabbed at his nose and wrenched the door back opening, socking Steve right in the shoulder. “You couldn’a held the door open for me? Damn it!”

“Uh, yep.” Steve wasn’t listening in the slightest, but Bucky didn’t really blame him. Tony was be-bopping along to the sort of shockingly inappropriate lyrics, wriggling his butt and decorating cupcakes as he mouthed the words, glitter on his lips and some on the tip of his nose and the ever present powdered sugar dusting at his curls and nope Bucky didn’t blame Steve for not listening.

The devious little baker looked up and sent them a wink and sang, “Go ‘head boy don’t you stop. Keep going till you hit the spot, whoa.”

“I dunno what the hell this music is, but I approve of what Tony’s doin’ with that peach of his.” Bucky decided. “Move Stevie, lemme get at that. C’mere Tony, gonna kiss that glitter right off your mouth.”

“Oooh yay.” Tony puckered up immediately, far too adorable for the noise he made when their mouths met. “Isn’t the glitter fun? It’s edible. I poured at least a pound of it into this strawberry frosting, it’s for a five year olds birthday party and--”

“How are you still talking when I’ve got my tongue in your mouth?” Bucky complained and Tony giggled himself half to death before finally shutting up and letting the big brunette kiss him proper.

“Yeah that’s better.” Bucky bumped their noses gently. “How are ya, sweet thing?”

“And also, what the hell are you singing?” Steve cut in, budging close for his own kiss. “This feels like a reach from your usual music choices.”

“What, you boys never dry humped someone on the dance floor to Candy Shop by 50 cent?” Tony waggled his eyebrows. “What were you even doing in the early 2000s? This song is incredible.”

“It’s literally terrible.” Bucky said flatly and Steve echoed, “Seriously terrible. Change it immediately.”

“If you two weren’t so hot I’d kick you out for being no fun.” Tony grumbled, but the music changed to something less dry humping and more classic rock. “Better?”

“C’mere again.” Steve came back for another kiss, pushing the cake stand out o the way and winding his fingers into Tony’s hair to draw him in close. “You taste real good with glitter on, baby. This is all edible, huh?”

“Sure is.” Tony couldn’t hold on to Steve without smearing cake paraphernalia all over the button up shirt, so he settled for bracing himself on the counter and leaning in to turn the moment long. “Why? Does that give you ideas? Wanna lick it off me?”

“Wanna lick it off you somewhere.” the blond agreed and Tony laughed softly. “How much more work do you have tonight? Can we help clean up?”

“I’m never gonna say no to hot men wielding mops.” Tony decided and in the background, Bucky snorted in agreement. “But first come here and taste this frosting. Open up and say ahhhhh.”

“Another line from one of your sketchy songs?” Steve asked suspiciously and Bucky jabbed him in the side and ordered, “Open up and say ahhh Stevie, you know damn well you can do that real good. Go on.”

“You’re so romantic.” Steve said dryly, but he still opened wide and let Tony squeeze a whole glob of strawberry glittered frosting onto his tongue. “Oh this is--mmph!”

He startled when Tony tossed the frosting bag away and crushed their mouths back together, shoving his tongue past Steve’s parted lips to taste the sweetness.

“Mmm, come here.” It probably wasn’t super sexy to talk around a full mouth of glitter but that didn’t stop Steve from moaning out loud and swapping frosting filled kisses with their favorite baker, smearing it over their lips and licking it off the corner of Tony’s mouth, nipping at each other’s tongue and laughing quietly.

It probably wasn’t super sexy and good Lord was it messy, but Bucky watched it all with a grin anyway, his pants uncomfortably tight when Tony broke away only long enough to add more frosting and Steve stood there and sucked slow and wet at Tony’s tongue to get every single bit of sugar.

“Fuckin’ hell you two are sexy with glitter all over you like that.” he swore, and while Tony blushed soft sweet pink, Steve only glanced up with blue eyes sharp and knowing and heated. “Wanna get you guys home and watch you together. What d’ya think about that?”

“You want to watch us?” Tony made a hilariously wounded sort of noise when they parted even though he was the one who leaned away to talk. “That’s a little-- I mean-- why?”

“Cos you’re both gorgeous.” Bucky said bluntly. “Not anythin’ weird about it, just wanna watch the two prettiest guys in the fuckin’ world get nekkid together. That alright?”

“Just seems like if I’m hooking up with both of you, I ought to be hooking up with both of you.” Tony said slowly, hesitantly. “Leaving one of you out is--”

“Trust me, Bucky won’t be left out of anything.” Steve stole one more kiss. “There’s plenty of stuff the three of us can do together, yeah. But if you think it won’t be hot as hell to watch Bucky get off to watching us get off?” Tony blushed again and Steve grinned, “You’ll see sweetheart. It’ll be fine. I’m gonna go wash my hands and then I’ll be back, alright?”

Never one to miss a chance to ogle a behind, Bucky kept his eyes trained on Steve’s apple until he disappeared into the back, then turned to Tony and crooked his fingers, opened his mouth obediently and asked, “Maybe something without all the glitter, huh sugar?”

“Try this one. Coconut.”

Their kiss was less messy than the one Steve and Tony had shared, but Bucky was breathing hard by the end anyway, and Tony was biting at his lip and squirming a little, running his hand down the front of yet another ridiculously printed apron and squeezing at himself. “Good Christ Bucky. How the hell do you kiss like that?”

“Lots of practice. So you gonna come over tonight, or what?” Bucky eased away from Tony’s mouth, licking his own lips to chase the last bit of the sugar sweet frosting they’d shared. “We’ll make ya dinner and you can bring some’a this coconutty stuff and we’ll just eat it off each other.”

“Ooooh.” Tony wiped the last bit of chocolate from the corner of Bucky’s mouth. “Eating things off you and Steve sounds delicious, but we could do that here, no reason to thoroughly ruin your carpet by getting sloppy and experimental with a ganache blowjob.”

Steve reappeared from the back and made an interested noise, followed quickly with a, “I dunno what ganache is, but it seems like something that should happen soon.”

“Ganache is chocolate.” Tony laughed at the blonds excited expression and leaned in to kiss him one more time. “And it’s best played with over easy to clean floors. Let’s just order pizza and stay here.”

“Ain’t gonna fuck ya outside a proper bed, sweet thing.” Bucky said bluntly and Tony’s dark eyes flew open wide. “And I know you wanna take me for a ride, so quit stallin’ and let’s make it a date. Our house. Later tonight. What d’ya say?”

“…. I do want to take you for a ride.” the little baker said slowly. “But you know how I feel about dating a couple.”

“One date isn’t dating.” Steve argued, much more tactful than Bucky had been. “One date is like…hooking up. That’s it.”

“Then what’s the point of calling it a date?”

“Fine.” Bucky lifted his chin in a clear challenge. “You come over for a hook up then. No dinner, just drinks, the three of us will try and break th’bed and we’ll save me watching for another time. Not a date, just sex.”

“I feel like I’m missing why its such a big deal to have proper sex in a proper bed.” Tony was stalling and not bothering to hide it. “Steve did me so dirty the other night my couch is still blushing. What’s with you and needing a bed?”

“Okay first of all, Steve is a ho who once tried to get me naked in an alley because he had too many cosmopolitans and turned into two hundred and forty pounds of horny at like, three in the afternoon.” Bucky scoffed and Steve’s eyes went wide and horrified while Tony tried and failed to quiet a hysterical snort of laughter. “Stevie would fuck ya anywhere at any time and not care a single shit who saw his lily white ass out there in public.”

“OhmygodBuckychillthefuckout.” Steve mumbled and Tony did another one of those snort laughs.

“We need a bed cos I only want you th’good sorta sore tomorrow.” the brunette pointed out. “Not sore cos we dented a counter or sore cos I backed ya into a wall. Good sorta sore only. Plus you can take a shower after and we can cook you food and just--” he spread his hands and shrugged. “--just take care of you. Sex. In a real bed. It’s important.”

Tony shot Steve a look, and he explained, “Weirdly enough, Bucky gets real romantic and sort of old fashioned about this. The first time we slept together he got a hotel room because a regular bed wasn’t proper enough. King size bed, Tony. Curtains drawn so no one might see us, room service left outside the door so our privacy wasn’t ruined. It’s important to him.”

“Okay but that was sex for a relationship.” Tony pointed out. “Not a hook up. Where it all happens in a hook up isn’t as important even though--” and this time his glance at Steve was insanely judgmental. “-- I’ve never gotten day wasted on cosmos and tried to get naked in an alley, either.”

“You really gonna judge me for that?” Steve asked defensively and Bucky cut in, “Baby doll, the entire world judges you for that. Who gets day wasted on cosmos? You’re a literal giant, drink real alcohol.”

And then back to Tony, “C’mon sugar. We’ll do this right the first time and then we can go back to whole heartedly ruining your couches and doing health code violation things against your counters and with various frosting... tips.”

Tony hesitated, because it felt like this was still a date and it felt like maybe this was still becoming something like a relationship and it felt like he was still no where near ready for anything half that scary--

“We’ll pull a Cinderella and mess around until midnight, then put your peachy ass right into a cab and send you home.” Steve finally said, and Bucky sent him a quick, grateful smile. “How’s that?”

Tony hesitated and hesitated and hesitated, but Bucky was hard to resist and Steve was blinking those big blue eyes at him—

—and against his better judgment, “Okay. Tonight.”

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It took Tony until ten thirty that night to work up the courage to actually get in a cab and head over to Steve and Bucky’s, and it took another almost fifteen minutes standing outside the apartment building before he headed up in the elevator.

He was nervous, sick to his stomach maybe and he cursed himself, the two people who shall not be named, the last several years of his life and Italy over and over because how the fuck had he gotten to the point of freaking out over a hook up just because the hook up was happening at someone’s house instead of somewhere semi public and most likely highly inappropriate.

This was ridiculous and he was so tired of being scared all the time and by the time Tony knocked on Steve and Bucky’s door, his chin was up and eyes flashing in determination and damn it he would get through this night without being that one crazy person who can’t even do normal bedroom things without getting lost in his head.

He could do this, it was just Steve and Bucky, they were wonderful and gorgeous and hilarious and pretty much perfect boyfriend material and--

---and oh oh oh shit there he went down that rabbit hole again and absolutely not, he would absolutely not--

“Tony!” The door swung open and Bucky was --gulp-- shirtless for some beautiful reason and everything stupid Tony had been thinking disappeared the second he was hauled up against absolutely ridiculous Bucky-tiddies and smothered in a kiss.

“Tony!” Steve had to yell three different times from the kitchen because Bucky didn’t let Tony go until the little baker’s knees were quite literally giving out and Tony was clinging to Bucky’s shoulders for dear life while making a thoroughly embarrassing noise. “Bucky! Damn it, let Tony go so I can say hi too!”

“The hell I will! Be a good housewife and make me some goddamn snacks.” Bucky yelled back and kicked the door shut before pulling Tony right back into another soul searing kiss. “M’real glad you’re here, baby doll. Was starting to worry you weren’t coming.”

“I’ll be real honest, if I would’a known your nipples would have been on full display I would have been here sooner.” Tony said decisively, and Bucky just laughed against his lips. “You taste good, what have you been eating?”

“Whiskey.” Bucky grabbed at Tony’s hand and shoved it down to the waist of his sweats. “And Steve’s making homemade pretzels and beer cheese or something? I dunno but he’s real proud of it. You want a drink? Or-- or a pretzel?”

“I’d like some of this.” Tony brushed his knuckles over the line of Bucky’s cock, smirking when he felt it already half hard and twitching beneath his fingers. “Where’s that bed?”

“STEVE!” Bucky started pulling Tony towards the bedroom. “M’gonna get my tongue real deep in this peach, you bring us snacks!”

“WHAT!?” There was a clatter in the kitchen and Steve came sliding around the corner wearing only socks and a full body apron. “No no no, first we eat and then we peach and then we--”

Tony burst out laughing and happily took a kiss from a thoroughly whiskey tasting blond. “Is this what we’re doing? Drinking and kissing and peaching?”

“We will be doing the peaching, sweetheart.” Steve assured him. “You’re gonna drink and get giggly and maybe show us some of those awesome dance moves and then Bucky’s gonna rail you and if you kiss me real sweet, I’ll let you rail me and--”

“Wait wait wait.” Tony held up his hands. “Steve-- you would bottom for me? Seriously?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Steve went back to stirring cheese sauce. “I bottom for Bucky.”

“Everybody bottoms for Bucky.” Bucky handed Tony a shot, then swiped his finger through the cheese and made an agreeable noise. “I think what Tony means is ‘why would beefcake bottom for babydoll’?”

“That’s exactly what I meant.”

“But c’mon Tony.” Bucky tugged Steve in for a slow, gorgeous kiss. “No one who gets on his knees as fast as Stevie does is a top.”

“Okay that’s fair.” Tony reached in to taste the cheese too. “But for the record, no one who makes noises like I do is a top either sooooo....”

“Here.” Steve handed Tony a bottle of ibuprofen and another shot of whiskey. “Get loose and easy for us, babe. Gonna be a good night.”

"Gonna be a good night.” Tony downed the shot and pretended he didn’t see the open affection in Bucky’s pale eyes or the way Steve’s smile softened at the edges as he came closer to hold Tony close. “Let’s get naked, boys.”

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Bucky woke up first the next morning and promptly reached across the bed to kiss Tony and then Steve good morning, but Tony was gone and Steve blinked sleepy eyes open in confusion when Bucky groaned out loud.

“Babe?”

“Tony’s gone.” Bucky gestured around the room. “Dunno what time we fell asleep but he must’ve gone right after. I know we talked about Cinderella but I didn’t expect that peach to turn into a pumpkin at midnight for real.”

“Tell me about it.” Steve scrubbed at his face wearily, and asked, “So um, are you gonna say it or am I gonna say it?”

“I’ll say it.” Bucky flopped back into the pillows and pulled Steve over into his arms, smooshing a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. “We. Are. Fucked.”

“So fucked. Head over heels and just outright fucked.”

“We are fucked, Stevie. Last night was amazing and now I dunno what the hell to do.”

“We invite Tony back for any reason possible.” Steve decided. “Move nights. Baking lessons. Literally anything that’s gonna get that sweet peach back through this door.”

“You pretty much love him right?”

“Bucky, the way he looked when he came last night--”

“Yep. We’re fucked.” Bucky felt around for his phone. “Gonna call the bakery and see if he’s in yet cos we gotta talk to him about all this not dating bullshit. This isn’t gonna-- oh ho holy shit, Tony put his number into my phone.”

“What!” Steve jerked upright. “His actual number? He’s gonna let us talk to him?”

“I’m calling him.” Bucky put the phone on speaker and kissed Steve real quick. “We’re gonna call him and tell him to get his ass back here so we can have a legit conversation and then I’m gonna tear that ass--”

“Hello?”

“Hey babydoll!” Steve said loudly, and Bucky grinned, “Get back here and let us double team your peach pit again! You walking funny yet, cos you will be here pretty soon!”

There was absolute silence on the other end of the phone, then the sound of a throat being cleared and the scariest voice either boys had ever heard--

“Son, this is Colonel James Rupert Rhodes of the United States Air Force, liason between the Department of Acquisitions and Stark Industries and Tony’s very best friend. Who. The Fuck. Is This.”

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh my god.”

“Sir we are so sorry--”

“We thought this was Tony’s number--”

“Oh my god, Colonel Rhodes I swear--”

“Seriously we never would have--”

“Boys, I in no way approve of you calling Tony and spouting this sort of filth.” If possible, the voice got deeper and scarier. “But I’ll let it go just this once because this is neither the first time Tony fake numbered some horny asshole and directed them to my phone, nor will it be the last time. Consider this your warning.”

“...uhhhhh yes sir?”

“Also, the next time you see Tony he will be in the hospital because I’m going TO BEAT HIS ASS FOR PULLING THIS CRAP AGAIN--!”

“RHODEY!” In the background somewhere Tony shrieked with laughter. “NO NO NO THIS WAS A FUNNY ONE! RHODEY NO! NOT THE MAPLE SYRUP!”

“I’M GONNA SYRUP THE HELL OUTTA YOU AND BURY YOU IN THE WOODS YOU FAKE NUMBERING PIECE OF SHIT STOP GIVING OUT MY NUMBER TO YOUR BOOTY CALLS I SWEAR TO GOD--!”

“Hello?” A new voice, cultured and smooth and sounding entirely exasperated. “Is this Bucky and Steve?”

“...yes?” They shared confused looks. “Who’s this?”

“This is Pepper Potts.” came the explanation. “Tony’s other best friend and Rhodey’s fiancee, we saw each other briefly across the room at the Sweet Peach happy hour. Now then, I’m sure you two shared a great night with Tony, he’s giggling and stupid and walking with a limp and that-- oh god, I hate that I know that means Tony had a great night. But don’t take any offense to the fake number, you just stumbled into an age old joke between my two favorite idiots. Would you like Tony’s real number?”

“...yes?”

“Alright then.” Pepper hesitated while there was a crash from somewhere behind her. “Welcome to the shenanigans, gentlemen. You’re in for a ride.”

“That’s alright.” Bucky finally found his voice, and elbowed Steve playfully. “You wanna know why they call me the Bronco, Ms. Potts?”

“Not even a little bit. I’ll text you Tony’s real number. Good bye.”

The phone clicked off and Steve covered his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh at loud. “Holy shit, we are fucked aren’t we?”

“I love him.” Bucky tossed his phone away and wrestled Steve back into the blankets. “We are fucked.”

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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Tough choice but may as well go in order. Guarnere, please. Thank you.

valentines day alphabet ( accepting! )

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Bill is very verbal about his affection. When he cares for someone, he’ll say it loud and proud. He’s always had a big mouth, but that just means he ain’t shy about telling people exactly how he feels --- and he’s liberal with praise, when it’s earned. He also shows affection by standing by people, having their backs through anything. If Bill will fight for someone, it means they’re worth it; if he fights with someone, it means he loves them.

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

*confused Guarnere noises* what the fuck is a flower Look. He’ll go to the florist, flirt with her a little bit, and pick up something nice. That’s the best he can do. He can look very handsome marching up with a bouquet in hand, but don’t ask him what the hell’s in it.

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not a fan of most chocolates. To be honest his nonna used to make her own --- she had a recipe for sweet chocolate that was to die for, and Little Billy was her favorite taste-tester. Compared to hers, store-bought chocolate just don’t cut it.

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Let him handle everything and he’ll be a happy man. Let him cook the dinner himself --- he’s got a special love for cooking, especially when his partner’s gonna be enjoying it --- let him arrange the table, let him choose the music, let him decide where they roll around at the end of the night. Bill likes being in charge. Granted, he’s drawn to partners who give him a run for his money in that department... but his ideal date would be an intimate night in, just the two of them, all planned out by yours truly.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Bill hugs like a football coach. Very enthusiastic, kinda rough, lots of back patting and “good job, son” energy. He’s... not good at tender hugs. If he’s trying to pump someone up, sure, he can manage that, but... hugging somebody to comfort them? He’s not so good at that. Bill has trouble being soft, but can be very supportive when needed.

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Shameless, and shamelessly dirty. He takes flirting to a new level. Bill loves to buy people drinks and chat them up, even if he doesn’t plan on going home with them at the end of the night; it’s fun to just see how far he can push, and who’s willing to play along with him. (Nothing’s sexier than someone with a smart mouth, who can sass him right back.)

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

No one would call him bad at it, but he doesn’t always... hit the nail on the head. He tries, and will absolutely go to four different stores just to find something he knows someone’s looking for. Left to his own devices, he’ll come up with weird gifts, though. A pack of very colorful socks, an apron for a friend who can barely cook, a build-your-own-bookshelf kit for someone with no damn time. He thinks his gifts are great... but it’s easier to just give him a list.

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s quick to give it away to the right people. Bill’s got great instincts, and is good at reading someone’s character --- it’s what draws him to the friends he ends up keeping for life. Bill only gives his heart to those who are able to hold their own, who are worthy of it. He ain’t got time for fairweather friends. Either you earn Bill’s love, or you don’t.

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Annoyingly easy. He’s not gushy about it, but he likes saying it, and it’s obvious in how often he drops it --- sometimes declared loudly to their assembled group of friends, but most often muttered in a low voice, for his partner’s ears alone. Why shouldn’t he love saying it? It’s true.

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Bill Guarnere don’t get jealous, cause he knows exactly who he is, and exactly who the other guy’s not. His partner might play around to get him riled up --- and hell, he’ll do the same thing --- but he trusts they’d never look at anyone else seriously. Trust is a major element in Bill’s relationships, and he’d never really fall in love with someone he couldn’t have faith in.

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Bill’s exactly the sort of overconfident bastard who sees a kiss as a door to something more. He doesn’t have Prince Charming instincts, but his kisses are a team effort; he’s under no illusion about calling the shots, taking his cues from his partner how far they’ll go. If they don’t want his mouth somewhere, it’s not going there. His kisses are pure fire, electric, all teeth and tongue and shameless nips. He’s not afraid of anything. He’s also a mutterer, which depending on the partner is hot or annoying as hell. He’ll grit out words of praise or curses in between kisses, pressing them against the dark marks left on his partner’s skin, until they flush an even deeper red.

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

He loves his people. Bill considers a select group of folks his --- and once you’re in, there’s no easy way out, ‘cept for proving yourself a total jackass. Bill’s ride-or-die for his whole (massive) family, and his extensive friend group. Yeah, he’s got some he’d do more for than others --- Babe’s the only one he’d hide a body for, and he’s still got that thing Lip asked him to hold onto in his closet --- but Bill loves fiercely, and would risk it all for any one of ‘em.

M : MOONLIGHT. is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Bold of you to assume there’s a difference between morning sex and night sex to this man. Bill’s ready to go at any time.

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

Extremely confident, to the point that it seems like he’s compensating for something. He’s not --- that’s the best part. Bill gets riled up very quickly, and in bed he is heated, driven, and very physical. He loves lifting his partner up by their thighs and moving them around the room, loves pressing them against walls and leaving deep red marks on their neck... vocally expressive partners really get him going. He’s not shy about dirty talk, and even less shy about letting his partner take the lead. Bill’s very much of the “work together” mindset in bed. He can go multiple rounds at a time before getting worn out, but sometimes he’ll get a cramp in the middle, and then it all goes to hell (ft. the Not Sexy kind of cursing).

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

Bill has a commanding way of speaking; he doesn’t make a big deal outta being eloquent, but he captures people’s attention. He knows how to be listened to. Sometimes this can make it hard, in quieter moments, to express what’s really in his heart, when he’s so used to speaking only the boldest words, but... Bill Guarnere always manages.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Bill needs someone who gives as good as they get. He’d never be happy with a shrinking violet; they’ve gotta have punch to them, a good sense of humor and firm head on their shoulders. He needs somebody loyal, a partner who’ll be by his side through thick and thin --- ‘cause even he’ll admit, he’s downright exhausting sometimes. A person with a temper, probably; someone with confidence, who says what the hell they think. Great curves are a plus, especially a nice set of boobs. Bill’s always gonna fall for someone with fire, who can keep him on his toes, and hold him up even if he’s only got one leg to stand on.

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh, he’s gonna ask. Ain’t no question, as soon as he’s got the ring, Bill Guarnere’s not wasting a second. It’s just a matter of when (as soon as he’s 95% sure he’s gonna get a good answer) and how (out to dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant, or maybe afterwards, taking a walk through the park. He wouldn’t want many eyes on them, but he’d want to do it somewhere special --- a place he and his partner could take the kids to years down the line, to boast about how it all started here.

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s no fuckin’ tights-wearing, wishing-well-singing, ‘someday my prince will come’ asshole, but sure, he’s a romantic. Bill’s got a flair for romance; he knows how to show his partner a good time, and loves doing it, just to see the warm gleam in their eyes. Dancing all by themselves, eating a candlelight dinner he made, taking a romantic bath together... all in the Bill Guarnere playbook, sweets.

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not really? Look, Bill had a lot going on as a kid. He was everywhere at once; all the neighbors knew him as a holy terror, and the ones with any sense told their daughters not to get near him. Romance wasn’t first on his mind.

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

Absolutely. Point blank. Love is love, and some people are meant to be together forever. Anger can fuel a hell of a lot in you, but love’s more powerful than all of it. Anger can move mountains, but love can build them outta thin air.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

Nope. He’s a resilient bastard. Sure, he’s had his share of rejection (and smacks in the mouth), but Bill’s not the type to take it personally.

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Well, he’s definitely never sat on the couch in his boxers eating a box of chocolate alone, and that definitely hasn’t given him a complex about giving his partner the best damn Valentine’s Day every goddamn year. (No Bill, cancel the hot air ballon, you don’t need it ---)

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. Just give him the right person --- and he’ll find ‘em, don’t worry about that --- and Bill’s hopping on that one-way train straight to domestic bliss. He’s not in a big hurry about it, so long as his partner knows what’s what --- if he’s in a serious relationship with someone he really cares for, it’s a foregone conclusion to Bill that they’re gonna get married eventually. (He wouldn’t even think his partner might have a different viewpoint; if they did, it’d shock him to his core.)

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Definitely. Some are sweet, some are perverted, and some are a little bit of both. He uses them liberally.

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Protective could be his middle name. Bill is an incredible guy to have on your side in a rough spot; sure, he swings before he thinks, but he thinks while he’s swinging. Excellent man in a fight. No one steps in on Bill Guarnere’s loved ones and gets away scott-free, and he goes especially berserk if it’s his partner being threatened.

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

Not... a number he’d be proud to admit to his Mamma, but he’s no virgin. Bill got up to more mischief overseas than he could ever find in Philly. Probably about... 8 - 9 partners? And no, he’s not careful where he sleeps. He’s gotten used to the taste of penicillin, and Doc Roe’s left a few brochures under his pillow.

#headcanons #bill guarnere

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years

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you know I’m an annoying dumbass but I can tend to be quiet at times😌 I like doing artsy stuff like embroidery or something musical, my biggest pet peeve is when someone mansplains. My favourite colour is purple, my ideal date is cinema/bowling and a meal. If I’ve fallen hard for a guy, I simp hard😌 you know I have a thing for “right dickheads”👀 but I would love someone who loves cuddles and being fluffy. Do your worst Nat, I’m thirsty and I need some nsfw please 😚😚

Match-ups open!

I hope you enjoy this bb!! I am so nervous for you to read this aaaaaah I hope you like it idk if not please take my left leg as a sacrifice

I ship you with

Tanaka!!!!

First off hear me out you two are both goofy and serious but also super caring for your friends and passionate about the things you are interested in and he gives back the sass that you dish out so please hear me out

The two of you are literally is perfect for each other like it is simp city between the two of you and you can’t help but spoil each other all the time, if not with little gifts or presents than through words and actions like you both take such good care of each other

If you ever bake him anything he is going to cherish it so much and is going to show it off to everyone around him and brag about you and you, of course, request a ton of kisses as payment from him and he will literally tackle you onto the couch and kiss you until you are begging him to stop

In public, he always looks like such a badass, like he is going to keep an arm around you and death glare every single boy who even crosses paths with you but at home, he is so soft for you like he is going to make sure that you are comfy all the time and is going to take such good care of you like he will make you tea and bring you snacks al the time

If you embroider the two of you little matching logos of your initials onto a jacket or something he will never ever ever take it off like it will be his prized possession because it is so cute and then you made it and he cherishes it and if he leaves it anywhere (even at work) he goes back right away for it because he always likes to know where it is

He is a horrible chef when you first meet but he really wants to impress your family and so he learns to cook so that you guys can all have a home-cooked meal by him, he even offers to help out with almost every family meal and at your family take away like one night it was short-staffed and he got his ass in there and cooked for hours because he wants to see it do well and he knows it’s the right thing to do and uggh it was perfect

The two of you will go back and forth about who is cuter and he is always going to win, unfortunately for you but he is so stubborn and makes sure that you know that he thinks you are the prettiest girl to have ever walked this planet

He hypes you up like no one else like you will be painting and drawing and he gets the tiniest glance of it before you try and hide it from him and he takes it from you and just admires it so much like if it is even halfway done he starts looking for places that you can hang it up

He is horrible at bowling but absolutely loves going with you like he either gets a strike or a gutter ball and there is no in-between and so you either get pummeled or you win with no competition

He has no idea how a period works buttt he is going to spoil you rotten like he will get you chocolates and curl up in bed with you giving oyu tons of kisses while you watch animes and movies in bed and he asks a lot if you are feeling okay because he is worried about you and if you ask him to get you tampons he just knows that you need something called “regular” even though you are super….he about makes an ass of himself but then watches a youtube video of some guy explaining it and then it all falls in place and then he is in shock like you really keep that up there for what

He literally could never mansplain anything to you because he is never like that but one time you were struggling with your bra and he was like just hook it together, duh and you made him do it and he was cheeky and smiling the whole time because that was his whole plan

Oh my gosh Tanaka cannot sing but he absolutely loves to try in the car with you, he cranks up the music and tries to sing along even though his voice is terrible and hie has no idea what the words are, it is always super sweet though like he is going to smile at you and belt the words to the song

If you ever forget sunglasses he will have you wear his over your glasses and cause he doesn’t want you to go blind because then you couldn’t see his face

He loves giving you his sweatshirts like his whole wardrobe practically becomes yours and if he wants something he will ask you first and just smile at you because “you look hot’

Oh my gosh cuddles with him are the absolute best like he is down any time and will let you cuddle him however you want like if you want to be completely smothering him then you can, or if you want to lay in his lap, cool

He loves laying in your lap after a long day like he will lay on top of you and let you pet his fuzzy head

Oh my gosh walking down the street with him everyone stares at the two of you like you are both so pretty and radiate such cool energy that you make people jealous and Tanaka always smiles and tells you that it’s because you are so smoking hot that people can’t stay away

You will come home and Tanaka got a puppy and is holding it with big eyes asking if you can keep it, so now you two have a dog together and it’s the most adorable thing ever like he will constantly fall asleep with the dog on his lap and gets it one of those badass collars so that it looks cool but coos at it every time it does something cute

He will literally take the cutest pictures of you and with you, like he is just so good at it somehow like even on bleh days he just makes pictures shine so you guys have the most Instagram-able pictures together and it is so sweet like his whole camera roll is just of you and occasionally your dog

He surprises you with vacations randomly, like he is going to find something he wants to see and just books the whole thing for the two of you and will take you everywhere and loves to see the world with you even though he may be really far off with things sometimes he really likes to try and impress you

NSFW:

Anything even remotely kinky you have ever thought of, so has Tanaka like the two of you are going to have a lot of sex and try a lot of different things all the time and it is going to never get old, Tanaka could have sex every single night and then again when you wake in the morning so if you are ever down then he is down

I haven’t said this before but we all know that Tanaka doesn’t get his confidence from nothing like the man is completely packing and he knows it

Casual sex is going to be super common between the two of oyu like you will be watching a movie on the couch and Tanaka gets bored and starts to play with the hem of your pants before sliding his hands down your pants and slowly fingering you, sometimes he will allow this to escalate to full-on sex, but other times he makes you sit there and enjoy it When the two of you are watching a movie on the couch and Tanaka gets bored with whatever it is he starts messing with the Hem of your shorts and slips a few fingers down in your panties and will start fingering you, some days this leads to fill out sex, some days he makes you sit there squirming as he fingers you until you orgasm several times then sometimes that leads to more sex depending on the mood he's in

If you flip the cards on him and start messing with the Hem of his pants 20% of the time you actually end up getting you are way, the other 80 percent he's going to flip you to over on the couch

If you flip the cards on him and start messing with the Hem of his pants 20% of the time you actually end up getting you are way, the other 80 percent he's going to flip you to over on the couch and tease you until you are begging for him and then he will fuck you and make you moan out his name and go for at least two rounds on the couch as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and pounds into you as his lips attach to your breasts and leave tons of little red marks to claim you as his, the other position on the couch will be him flipping you over with your face down and ass up as he thrusts harshly into you and he will have one hand stabilizing your hip and the other hand pulling your hair or wrapped around your neck and then when he is done with you for the first couple of rounds he will pick you up and carry you to bed for another round

If you actually get your way and you get to start messing with him and the hem of his pants then he is going to let you do your thing, he knows that he is big and would never ever force you all the way down him but if you can do that then he is going to lose his mind almost instantly because holy shit that is the hottest thing that he has ever seen and he is super sensitive on his underside so if you lick up the bottom he is going to be groaning and moaning at you

If you wear lingerie around Tanaka you better now have any plans for the rest of the night and for the next day as well like he is going to take you to the bed and will fuck you all night then wake you up again in the morning by kissing your neck for another few sessions before he takes you to breakfast and at breakfast, he is unable to keep his eyes off of you and keeps telling you how sexy you are and how pretty you are

Oh my gosh send his man nudes, he is going to be so supportive of them like he is going to hype you like nothing else and you will find them framed once or twice and have to convince him to take it down but if you ever draw him nudes he is going to show them off to everyone like no shame this is one thing that he can’t get over, he would never show people you naked but that’s a picture so it’s different

He also absolutely loves coming up behind you and kissing your neck with his hands on your waists as he sways with you all the time like he is going to do it all the time and it always is super sweet and sexy

He is also going to be so into shower sex like you look so hot like that, naked and wet already, he can’t help but push you up against the shower wall and fuck you

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puckngrind · 4 years

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Skating Lessons part 21

Summary: Christmas prep with Mason.

Warnings: Swearing, foreplay, the usual...

Word count: 2131

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“Where are we going so early?” You almost whine as Josh loads Mason in the car. Knowing he has to be tired from his game the night before.

“Its a surprise.” Josh smirks at you as he leans over Mason to buckle him up. He jumps in the driver seat and hands you your coffee that seems to have appeared from nowhere. “Drink me!” He jokes as he starts to drive. He heads out of Columbus and towards the country.

“Josh?” You draw out his name with the question of where your drive was taking you.

“Look familiar yet?” He runs his hands down to yours like always.

“I know. I know.” Mason chimes in. Your eyes dart back towards your son who has his noses pressed into the window and his hand in the air.

“Really?” Your eyebrow goes up.

“Let’s see if Momma can figure it out, kay?” Josh chuckles and squeezes your hand.

Your eyes move back and forth as Josh’s watch gives directions that you cannot see. You finally get to the exit and it looks familiar.

“Are we going to our Christmas tree farm?” Your voice raises at the realization. This was the tree farm you’ve grown up going to. Since Mason you have always gone with your parents and clearly never paid attention to the route.

“Yeah Babe. I asked your dad where to go. With my long road trip coming up I wanted to make sure we got a tree up.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses lightly.

“So Jingles can come back!” Mason’s voice was excited.

“Who is Jingles?” Josh questions in the sweetest tone.

“My elf. He comes to help Santa! Jingles comes when we are ready for Christmas.” Mason’s excitement for the season oozing out of every word. You look at Josh’s face and smile taking a mental note to explain the whole Elf on the shelf concept to him when little ears aren’t listening. “How’s Momma going to walk around the tree farm?” Mason turned his attention to the winding country road Josh turned on.

“I already thought of that.” Josh eyes Mason for a split second in the mirror and shoots a look at you.

“Of course you have. Perfect example.” You whisper while Josh shrugs his shoulders and turns into the farm.

Opening your door you inhale the smells of evergreen and cinnamon that dance in the air. The family owned farm has always been your favorite and the bonfire they throw scraps of tree on with cinnamon sticks makes every memory of cutting down a tree come rushing to your brain. “That’s smell is heaven.” Josh breaks your trance and pulls you toward him for a hug.

“Smells like Christmas.” You breathe in deeply.

“So Mace, can you handle the wagon and I got Momma?” Josh turns to Mason and he nods in agreement. Josh dressed Mason this morning and you realize as they stood there that the two have on the same buffalo plaid shirt that coordinates with your green one. The warmer Ohio day meant forgoing the heavy coats which your ice loving boys seemed to enjoy. “Ready?” Josh looks at you with that part sinister part loving look you are all too familiar with. He turns around and dips down so you can get on his back.

“Are you giving me a piggy back ride?” You question and Mason laughs.

“At least until we get out to the trees.” Josh looks back and smiles at you. “Come on Babe! There is a tree to find!” You shake your head and do as your told. As promised, Josh puts you down in the Canaan fir section of the field and disappears like Mason. “How tall is your celling?” Josh pokes his head from around a 10 foot tree.

“We normally get an 8 foot.” You hobble over to where your boys were standing behind this tree.

“Not what I asked (y/n).” He raises his hand up to see how tall it was compared to him. “This one will fit.” Josh looks down at Mason and then you.

“True. Plus it has a nice shape.” You eye your boys excitement and pure joy that matches.

“So can we get this one Momma?” Mason runs around the tree and collides into your side. Josh puts up a hand to steady you.

“It does look like the perfect tree.” Your smile reaches your eyes as you look down at Mason and up to Josh.

“Well let’s document this shi...stuff.” Josh pulls out his phone and props it in the limbs of the tree next to where you were standing. Kneeling down he pulls you to his knee and Mason stands in front of him. Using his watch he clicks the camera mode. “Okay, on three.” Mason counts and you all three smile.

“And this is why we are matching eh?” You look at Josh as Mason runs towards the wagon. Josh just kisses you while you remain on his leg. Your hand reaches up to cup his face. “Thank you.” You breathe out while standing up.

“For?” Josh stands and pulls you into his side.

“You know...being perfect.” You nudge him and he laughs.

Josh takes the saw and blanket Mason retrieved from the wagon and gets down to cut the tree. Mason lays right next to him and you couldn’t resist taking too many pictures of the cuteness.

“Timber!” Mason yells from under the tree as it falls to the ground.

The whole process was a turn on. Josh looking like a lumberjack and easily cutting down the tree. His attention to details like dressing all three of you the same and having Mason help in the tree finding process. You quickly came back to reality when Josh and Mason placed the tree on the wagon and Josh picked you back up. Mason’s little muscles pulled the tree back to the front and you took the distance to kiss Josh’s neck and whisper in his ear.

“Can we talk about how hot you look right now?” You kiss his neck again and Josh squeezes your legs.

“Oh really.” You cannot see his face but you know his smirk is plastered on.

“Oh yeah. Cutting down our tree. Making sure to take a picture of the three of us. Letting Mason help. Looking the way you do. Anderson, you make me weak.” You pop up from his back and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Noted.” Josh chuckles as you reach the tree shaking and roping area. Josh carries you back to the car while the tree is being prepped. He and Mason head back to pay for and retrieve the tree. You see them coming back. Mason with two hot chocolates in hand and Josh with the tree on his shoulder. You press your thighs together at the sight. He was so damn sexy in his plaid carrying a giant tree with ease.

The drive back was filled with Christmas songs and Josh playfully running his hands up and down your leg while singing loudly.

You have never put a tree up so easily in your life. You remember your parents did not argue much but the putting the tree in the tree stand was maybe the one thing that stressed everyone out. Josh placed you on the couch, had Mason hold the door, put the tree in the stand and with one hand steadying it with Mason’s help he tightened the eye hooks with ease.

“Did that just happen?” You sipped your coffee and looked up at Josh. “What?” Josh’s puzzled look was adorable.

“That was...impressive. Now let’s see this tree!” You wink at him feeling the heat in your cheeks as he grabs scissors and cuts the tree free.

Mason and Josh retrieved your Christmas boxes and the three of you started to decorate the tree.

“Josh, does your house need a tree?” Mason yawned out after placing his favorite Stinger ornament at his eye level.

“Nope. I’m not there much these days and I only had a small fake one the last few years that sat on my counter.” Josh leaned down to Mason’s level. “I’m glad I can help with a real tree this year. It’s what I grew up with.” “In Canada is Christmas different since you are closer to the North Pole?” Mason yawns again and both you and Josh laugh a little.

“Well I grew up near Toronto which is super close to the US but my parents always made sure we got to bed early since Santa was so close to us.” Josh stands up and holds out his hand. “Let’s get you to bed so Jingle can come.”

“Jingles, but we aren’t ready for Christmas!” Mason whined.

“Baby, Josh and I will finish. Promise. Jingles will be here in the morning.” You kiss him and Josh takes Mason to bed.

Grabbing your favorite ornament from when Mason was born you try to reach up to get it higher on the tree when Josh’s hands grabbed your hips.

“Fuck you look gorgeous standing in front of this tree.” He whispers and lifts you up to place the ornament. Spinning you around he looks deep into your eyes. “Christmas looks good on you (y/n).” Josh holds your face and kisses you deeply.

“Same babe but can we finish the tree first and get the elf out?” You say breathlessly.

“Yeah, but I’m not promising to behave since the little dude is in bed.” Josh kisses down your neck and your breath catches in your throat.

He lived up to his lack of promise. Josh’s hands were up your shirt, his lips on your neck and lips, and picking you up to spin you around while singing Baby it’s cold outside. You did get the tree finished and Josh hoisted you onto his shoulder to place the angel at the top. Sliding you down his body you feel the electricity between the two of you. He stops and holds you so your faces are parallel. Wrapping your legs around him careful not to get your boot in the way.

“This road trip is gonna kill me.” He groaned and kisses your lips.

“You and me both but at least this damn boot should be off by the time you return.” You knock it into his ass.

“That’s going to be amazing as hell. Plus there is always phone sex.” Josh chuckles and attacks your neck.

“Joshua!” You playfully act offended. “It’s five days right?”

“Yup. For the 12 day roadie in March you might just have to sneak in my luggage.” He pulls back to look at you.

“Babe.” You move your hand to his face and he drops you slowly down to the ground. “it’s your job.”

“Yeah, and it won’t last forever then I’ll be retired in my 30s and bugging the hell out of you.” He laughs and pulls your body into his. Josh always eluded to the future but never quite so directly. It made your stomach flip with anticipation.

“Josh.” You aren’t sure what to say but he kisses you where the words fell.

“Now let’s talk about this elf?” His eyebrows move up. “Where exactly to you keep this said Jingles?” he laughs and you two make your way to the secret closet that Mason never gets into. You place Jingles in a coffee cup with three packets of hot chocolate, a candy cane and sprinkle marshmallows over the counter. “So let me get this straight...the elf is to check in on you for Santa but he’s a naughty elf?” Josh watches from his lean on the counter.

“Sounds about right...all the other parents do it...peer pressure.” You laugh.

“Now can we go to bed?” Josh whines and makes his way to you. “Because I’m gonna need some motivation to head out in the morning. And you’re sexy ass has been hard not to pin to every wall I can find.” He growls loudly and lifts you up.

“Shhhh...” you giggle. “You aren’t getting anything if you wake up Mace. Plus, you were the tease today with your lumberjack-ness. I had to control myself all damn day.”

Josh has a look on his face that you know well and quickly makes his way to your bedroom to toss you gently on the bed.

“Sure you aren’t too tired from all your heavy lifting today? Tree, me, tree, me...” You bite your lip and Josh crowds your space.

“Fuck no. Want me to show you?” He grabs your ass and you know you are in for it. “Why would my baby want a lumber fucking jack when you can have this?” Presses his body into you and you feel yourself melt under him.

#josh anderson #my andy man 77 #skating lessons fic #j anderson

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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Special Delivery

Warnings: Language, because well, Colton Ritter’s mouth.

Summary: Colton Ritter hates birthdays. Always has, and was determined he always would. His wife, however, cheeky with her newlywed bright ideas, makes it her mission to change his mind with a special birthday delivery.

A/N: I swear to you, the second part of The Grind-A Wedding is coming! But, sense it doesn't seem to be falling into place as quickly as I would like, I wanted to try and spread a little reward for my readers and their patience!

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Colton Ritter was a bear about birthdays.

Was it the bitter swallow of becoming another year older? The fear that with age, would come the fizzle of his talents and abilities inside the cage? Was his ego simply weak to the thoughts of balding?

The reason a mystery, the fact a definitive reality regardless.

He wouldn’t eat cake because of a convenient ‘intermittent fasting’ that I wasn’t aware of until there was suddenly birthday cake involved. I tempted him with ice cream, his favorite, from the grocery store on 5th, and nothing broke his resisting stance.

This year, with a wedding, and a current pregnant under my belt, I was inflexibly determined make him appreciate the joys of a birthday. Knowing going after his sweet tooth was a bust, I let my brain storm, and mull over other ways to get him to finally smile on the 8th of September.

His belly may have been a dead end, but I knew one thirst that Colton could never truly quench.

Me.

One avenue of enjoyment that Colt always enjoyed exploring lie between my hips, and there was no amount of fight he could put up, and win, against it.

The day arrived, and I tested the waters at breakfast with a muffin and a candle for the occasion, only for it to be disregarded altogether when he strolled straight to kiss my neck as I poured his coffee. His pouty, gorilla grunts concluded his still present resentment towards the particular day of the year. I made a call-in to the bakery near the Pilot office before he woke, asking them to wait on standby with my order for a chocolate layered cake had things turned out different at this morning.

He trucked through the front door, gym clothes and a birthday card tucked away inside his duffle, not forgetting our routine morning game of ‘grab-ass’ before he left me to ready for heading into the office.

We could argue about the singing hallmark surprise over dinner tonight. While he nagged and grumbled about the balloon I planned to pick up on my way home.

I ended the call to the delivery service as I stepped into a hot shower, reiterating that his special birthday gift would be distributed today at 11:00 sharp, right before Colton was due to begin his kickboxing class. I was feeling less than desirable these with the stretches of our baby girl spanning over my belly, and swelling my tender breasts. Newlyweds, we were. And instead of leather garter-belts, and edible underwear, poor Colt was sleeping next to an oversized, less than new t-shirt I refused to let him throw out. He’d never go a day without asserting in every way possible that no matter what condition, my body only furthermore secured my goddess-status in his opinion. The lovemaking was, is, it’s, well clearly, there aren’t enough inappropriate words to illustrate what he does to me beneath the sheets of our bed. But, if a woman doesn’t see it, feel it herself that she’s marvelous, no amount of fervent praises can suffice.

So, this year, I’d give a gift to my newly crowned husband, with every intent to reinvent a love for birthdays, and maybe remind myself that I was fierce. The fiercest in all the land, and the fiend starring Colton Ritter’s wet dreams for the next 75 years.

I twiddled through the copy of an office memo brought to my desk this morning at least 32 times, never absorbing a single line of its contents. Rattling with the clock on my desk, I fiddled with the big hand, checking that it wasn’t indeed frozen in time for the last hour of work. I couldn’t get anything done, eager and dizzy with the apprehensive exhilaration for 11 o’clock to arrive, and Colton’s gift fall into his hands. I reminded the lady from my call this morning repeatedly that only Colton Ritter be responsible, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Colton

I hated these fuckin’ birthdays, damn it. I didn’t have a reason. It wasn’t about some suppressed scarring from my childhood because my parents never threw parties, or got me presents. As a matter of fact, Ma went all out with the stupid streamers, and the singing middle-aged men dressed in superhero costumes smelling like vodka. Something in me just hated the reminder that my life was drawing closer to an end. Especially now, since I actually liked the one I had. The one with Livvy, and little my Livvy, due in a few months.

And of course, the evil little minx had to go and remind everyone down at 21 Punches what today was, including Mac who led the stupid birthday song before the door had even shut behind me this morning.

Liv had been a little deflated this morning when I brushed off her subtle hints that she wanted to celebrate the day for me, and the more I stewed on it, the bigger my head grew into a dick. Maybe with her at my side, now as my wife, I should give this whole thing I try? I never want to be the reason her sideways smile fades again.

Just as I was about to tuck my phone into my desk drawer after sending her an apology text for the less-than-grateful behavior earlier, someone rapped a knock on my unlatched office door. I pulled the handle to, confused at the sight of a post-man standing in waiting, and even more confused at the large package tucked under his arm.

“Hey man. You could’ve left that at the front desk, no need for you to carry this shit across the building,” I signed his chipped clipboard.

“Special orders that this be delivered solely into your possession, Mr. Ritter. Have a good one, sir.”

I felt along the hard edges of the package, gently molding my hand around its shape to make sure it wasn’t some gag from one of the fighters on roster for my birthday. There was a tag dangling off the red bow, and I pulled the paper loose, careful to close the door behind me before I opened what was inside.

Happy Birthday, old man.

You only get better with age, my love!

Just a little something for you to look at….

Liv

Beautiful, stubborn, and persistent, she was.

I smiled, the way I always do when Liv wrangles me by the balls and just does whatever she damn well pleases whether I like it or not. The crisp paper was neatly creased at the four corners, secured with too much scotch tape for my patience, or lack thereof. So, I simply tore through the middle, short on time, and short on amusement with whatever Liv was playing at.

The image seemed abstract, or obscured initially, but I thought somewhere hidden in the black and white mess I saw long, blonde hair… Shifting the canvas, and tossing the paper in the can of trash beside my desk, my teeth gnawed suddenly.

My eyes instantly alert, and aware at the image before me, and my cock seeming to bust up in and all out hard-on without warning. The slight haze from sunshine beating through the window she looked to, made her glow. White light snuck into every curve of her body, except for the round, need-to-be-bitten curve of her perfect backside, barely covered by the taut lace of her bodysuit lingerie. Her veil grazed the silken, flushed flesh of her arms, and her hair at perfect length hid her angelic face. I touched the picture, wishing I could brush it back and see the soft look of slight, bashful pink on her cheeks, and that heart-shaped gap between her swollen lips. She was an angel caught in front of a lens, with every intention to drag me to the sinful, tight darkness between her thighs.

This, is how I want to always remember her. Draped in white, goosebumps mounting across her rose-smelling skin, bare. The image captured the essence of where every light in my life came from.

I was moved by the innocence of her sweet, almost timid, oblivious sexiness in front of me. But, the way she was mounted on both of her knees, eyes down like she was waiting to be taken by a dangerous, lethal storm like myself, motivated my insides to painfully pump. Refusing to turn loose of the picture, I searched blindly inside my desk for my cell.

“Hey, birthday boy…” She impishly chided. As if her intent to drive me off the fucking wall with this little delivery of hers wasn’t already clear, the way I could hear her biting her lip as she fiddled with her keyboard secured my assumptions.

“Hey yourself, you little troublemaker.”

Fuck. The giggles… Her laugh was connected with every muscle of control over my dick.

“Troublemaker? I have no absolute idea what you could possibly be referring to, husband of mine.”

“No? So, some other delicious blonde in Pittsburgh with ass for days sent over this glorious fuckin’ photo sitting on my desk right now?”

I heard her gasp as if someone could eavesdrop on the awful things I said to her.

“Okay. Maybe I had a little something to do with that.”

“Oh, I know that for certain, baby. I’ve seen those hands wrapped around me enough to recognize ‘em.”

“Colton Ritter! You know, they say the baby can hear inside the womb. Your poor daughter...” Liv squealed, words on the cusp of a whisper.

“Then I suggest we buy some ear buffs to put over your little belly tonight. I wouldn’t want our girl to hear all the awful things I’m going to have her mommy screamin’.”

“Happy birthday, you sex-crazed pig.”

“I can’t help it my wife is smokin’. And Livvy?” I questioned to her.

“Yes?”

“Thank you. This birthday thing may not be so bad after all now that you’re around.”

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bowtomypointlesswords · 5 years

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Skelomorphs Snippet: The Auction

She swallowed hard as the music began to thrum over the catwalk, the beat of it like a hammer in her skull. It was all so loud and bright and flashy. People bustled around, morphs moved to positions and she followed them. She gripped the sheer fabric of her dress tightly, held the chiffon layers in sweat covered palms. Everything felt hot and loud and her heart hammered against her ribs in a way that made her chest ache.

“We’re getting close to our grand finale ladies and gentlemen. I hope you saved up for this one.” The ripple of laughter barely could be heard backstage and several people came over to her, fussing over every little detail. Every inch forced into perfection, into effort heavy effortless grace. She squirmed as stray hairs were plucked, as they forced her to let go of the fabric of her dress, as they added what had to be a fourth layer of mascara to her already stinging eyes. Every fiber of her wanted to go and hide, but instead, she was shoved to the entrance to the catwalk.

“Walk out, pose, sexy. Like we practiced.” The manager reminded.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you’ve all waited so patiently for! Please welcome, our latest, most advanced Morph to date! The first of our third generation Skelomorphs!”

MG3-1 stepped out onto the catwalk, keeping her eyes ahead as the lights flashed around her. Cameras, the lights above the catwalk, the spotlights, the flashes blinded her as she walked, down to the end of the runway. Pose, pose, make sure it’s sexy, make sure it’s perfect. Flawless, effortless grace. No one can know the hours of work put into perfection. She turned, posed again and then started back up the walk. Sway the hips, one foot in front of the otherl, head high, chin up, shoulders back. A billion rules to looking her best. A billion rules to produce perfection.

Cheers and clapping echoed, dull compared to the thrumming music and her pounding heart. She stopped beside the podium where Dr. Mako stood and fell into another pose, watching numbers fly as the bidding started. She barely even heard Dr. Mako calling out numbers, her eyes focused on the bid counter on the back wall as it climbed, and climbed into numbers she barely had an understanding of.

“Sold! To Mr. Masterson! Congratulations, she’s all yours.” Dr. Mako called as the bidding ended. MG3-1 turned and walked backstage as she’d been instructed the previous day, and she was quickly swept up in the chaos of people again. Men and women undressed her and redressed her in one of the bodysuits she usually wore, her hair was released from the intricate details of the braids and curls, allowing it to fall down to her shoulders again as it usually did. Several people ushered her towards the side exit, where she was met by a woman in a suit.

“Excellent, Mr. Masterson would like her and the other one he purchased brought to the front entrance where his car is waiting immediately.” She said, starting down the hall with barely a glance at MG3-1 or the handlers. The handlers took her down the hall to a small room where they gathered up Tomsen before leading them both through the winding corridors to the front entrance.

The woman stood waiting for them, alongside an older man in a suit who was casually leaning on a cane. “Ah! Bellissimo! Look at them, they’re perfect.” The man said, walking over and tilting Tomsen’s head to the side. "Good facial structure on this one, handsome. He'll breed well." Tomsen flinched, a barely perceptible shift in her body language and expression as Masterson pulled away to look at MG3-1. "And this one... Mako outdid herself this time. Look at her." She watched him with curiosity as he tilted her head to the side and ran his hand over the short fur on her cheek."What a beautiful specimen. She'll be perfect for my collection. Anna, take them to the car, I'll be along shortly."

The woman nodded and stepped up, snapping her fingers and drawing the two morphs attention. "Come." Her tone held authority, held command and MG3-1 moved without thinking to follow her, instinct taking over as they exited the building.

MG3-1 had never set foot outside the tower. At least, she did not remember doing so. She had of course seen the outside world through the windows and watched as cars and people passed, but she could not remember ever setting foot outside. Her eyes darted, trying to take everything in at once. The sound of birds singing, of cars and their horns and their engines, of people talking and shouting, of wind as it danced through the street. The sensation of lingering warmth on the pavement and the way the wind brushed past her. The smells, chlorinated water from the fountains, grass and trees and birds, people and cars and things she didn't recognize or know. It was almost overwhelming. And just as quickly as she'd taken it all in she had ducked into the hover car that was waiting for them and was met with a whole new set of smells and sensations.

Leather. Rich and earthy, that groaned as her weight settled on it and was smooth and warm. Alcohol in glass bottles. Bitter and acrid and clinking gently against each other as the car shifted. A cigar. Smokey with a hint of coffee and chocolate, and a the sharp smell of nicotine that burned her nose. The hum of the engine and the way it sent vibrations through the car. She settled, looking around the interior of the car with wide, unblinking eyes.

The car idled for several minutes before Masterson stepped in and nodded to Anna. "Back to the mansion." He said, and the car lurched into motion.

I may have gotten a little too into purple prose there but new experiences I think warrant that.

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healerking · 6 years

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painting, waterfalls, freckles, clouds, black nail polish

painting: in what ways are you creative?

i write! whether it’s stories, poetry, a gratitude journal, or (trying to) planning for d&d. i also occasionally sing or study music—all by ear, not trained. I like understanding why I like certain chords or sounds. i don’t really draw or sketch…

waterfalls: describe your perfect date.

netflix and chill? lol.

but i want something hella casual. we make dinner together. watch a movie or a show together. we build a blanket fort, drink some hot chocolate or tea and just snuggle and talk until the dawn. i want to spend time with the person.

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head.

i thought of jeongguk’s smile and his eyes. wow.

i thought of laying on his arm; he has one hand in his curly hair. i’m explaining something, hands up and grazing the fairy lights inside our fort. his smile is gentle and his eyes get crinkly. i touch his face or his hand. the heat of being near him and the lights and the heat in my chest of my love—it’s too much and exactly what i wanted.

clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel

ooooh. okay, this is just gonna be k-pop.

House of Cards — BTSthis is a sexy song and it makes me feel a certain way.

Press Your Number — Taeminit’s so upbeat and sexy cause it’s taemin.

Fortune Cookie — Jonghyunlisten, i know the song is about eating fortune cookies, but jonghyun-nim was SERVING.

TOUCH — NCT 127the aesthetics for this video are on point. that color grading? name someone who did it better. also! the layer of the song? it’s ridic!

Jealousy — Monsta Xgod the hook of this is wonderful. kihyun is fucking delivering in terms of vocals.

i literally picked sexy songs. i hate taurus season, omg,

other mentions: DNA, War of Hormone, Dimple by BTS; Moon, White T-Shirt, Shinin’ by Jonghyun; Blooming Days, Sweet Dream! Horololo by EXO-CBX, Lose Control by Lay.

black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself?

take a long ass shower and shave my whole body. eat a steak. watch a long video of BTS [or EXO if they would fucking do shit] like Bon Voyage or Summer Packages. open the windows and enjoy the summer breeze.

#Aswa answers dying questions #user: aestheticcleric

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mistakemessenger-imagines · 7 years

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Hello! I love your blogs and your writing! Just want to say thanks for doing this! Anyway ifnits not too much trouble Can I ask a request for st.v day, rfa,v,and saeran on a beach date, like first time see them in a swimsuit. I dont care how you do it: make each one separate or an rfa outing, pure smut or pure and chaste as hell, just make it fluff galore, I need some fluff man. Much love <3 and have a beautiful day! @valancystirling48

Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine! Some will be fluff and some will be sin ;)

It was rare to get everybody in the rfa to get together with all having busy schedules to attend to. But rfa was a family, so even minor holidays were good enough reason to meet up–according to Seven atleast, whose idea it was to go to the beach for Valentine’s Day. With his amazing hacking skills, he managed to push back everyone’s schedules just so you all could hang out today. Now here you are at the beach with your partner, about to prepare to soak in some sun!

Yoosung:

He only needed to remove his shirt because he was already wearing his swim trunks, so it didn’t take any effort to get ready (he did have to mentally prep to expose his blindingly pale chest from staying inside all day playing LOLOL)

Being the gentleboy that he is, he waited until you finished in the changing booth to go have fun with the others

“Alright Yoosung, I’m done!” you hollered from the inside before the click of lock swung the door open

…Only to reveal you in a really…really nice bikini

A really nice bikini styled after that one really hot lolol character (ahri is a babe ok)

His face immediately flushed a bright crimson color, “M-m-m-mc!”

“Hm? You like it Yoosung? I had it custom made from a friend of mine!”

Poor boy didn’t know where to rest his hands when you cuddled up to him under the umbrella because everywhere he touched there was bare skin

Cute boi got jealous when he went to go get some water for the sandcastle you guys were making when a guy came over to hit on you and asked if you would play lolol with him

Yoosung ‘accidentally’ dumped his bucket of freezing sea water on him and the guy stormed off grumpy and embarrassed

“Oops :) I’ll go get some more water, Mc!”

Yandere Yoosung can be vv cute

Jaehee:

“Jaehee, will you untie the strings of my dress for me, I can’t reach them.”

Blushing babe nervously fumbled with the strings until they untied and the dress plopped right down onto the blanket

And oh my goodness

You just looked so beautiful

Jaehee feels blessed

Your swimsuit was a pretty beige one piece and it had a picture of a coffee cup on it and it was so cute omg the link i put doesn’t have a coffee pic but PRETEND OKAY

“Mc, you look…so pretty!”

She may have said that she isn’t innocent but gdi jAEHEE IS A PURE SOUL AND SHE ONLY THINKS YOU’RE GORGEOUS

No sinful thoughts will enter her mind!!

When you two were belly boarding she might as well have died and gone to heaven with the way the water and sun shone down on you

You both walked along the shore hand in hand to find some really cute seashells so you guys could use them to craft or decorate the cafe with

When night rolled around and the whole gang was huddled around the campfire and seven singing the campfire song song, you and Jaehee provided hot chocolates and brought the ingredients to make smores!

Jaehee loved being cuddled next to you in the same blanket <3

Zen:

“Babe, what’s taking so long? We’re gonna start the volleyball match soon!”

“Okay okay, I’m done, I’m done, sheesh,” you mumbled as you walked out of the changing room in a really sexy nice looking burgundy bikini

Zen’s face could almost compete with the color of your bikini because dAMN you looked so good

He’s trying so so so hard to restrain the beast from just taking you against the wall then and there

Halfway through the beach volleyball match, everyone decided to do piggyback pairs because why not it’s more fun? Naturally you had Zen piggyback you

But he could barely focus on the game because bare skin and boob was pressing up against his exposed back

Zen looked liked he was about to pass out from a heat stroke so you brought him into a bathroom stall so he could cool down

Well as soon as the door locked, you were pushed against the wall, lots of rough kissing, and the room suddenly felt very hot zen you might actually get a stroke calm down

As soon as you were all riled up, he pulled away and huskily whispered into your ear, “We’re finishing this when we get home, princess.”

This was going to be a long day for sure

Jumin:

You remember the cat lingerie? Well they make the same thing but in the swimsuit material and you got yourself a black set

The difference from Zen is that right when you opened the door to reveal what you were wearing, Jumin just pushed you back in, locking the door and immediately backed you against the wall because you!! looked!! so!! sexy!!

He propped and held you up against the wall, moved the bikini bottom to the side and thrust himself into you, pounding relentlessly, basking in the noises you tried to keep in

Jumin, to both of your dismays, had to make it a quickie–wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious now would we? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) still some good sex though

But he was definitely going to do a thorough job when you got home though :))

Anywho, after your little session, you had a lot of fun teaching Jumin the fun things commoners do at the beach!

He even tried drawing a blueprint in the sand for the castle you were building; “I guess old habits die hard,” V chuckled at his friend

After losing the beachball while playing with it in the ocean, everybody washed up and decided to walk around the boardwalk too see the cool stores

Jumin bought you a cute new dress to wear instead of your current sandy one

Afterwards he took everyone out to a restaurant there and covered the bill

But the real fun happened when you got back to the penthouse later that night ;))

707:

Were his eyes deceiving him?? Did he need a new prescription??

Because Mc just walked out with the most amazing sailor moon bikini holy pepperonis you were cute and h o t

Saeyoung’s glasses literally started fogging up and he is enjoying the view of your adorableness

He wishes you told him ahead of time so he could make a matching swimsuit!! But sadly his swimtrucks were the same design as his jacket

The whole day he pretended to be in danger just so his magical girl could save him (eg “IM DROWNING!!”, “SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTER!!” the crab)

All day, to the others, he seemed very behaved with keeping his hands off you but that my friend was not the case

In the water? He’s groping you all over. Sitting at a table? His hands are stroking teasingly up your thighs. No one’s looking? Smack! Right on your butt. The teasing lasted all day

The worst was when everybody was chilling around the campfire when night fell; you were on Saeyoung’s lap and a big blanket he brought was wrapped around the two of you

That’s when he slid his hand down and started to rub you through the fabric of the swimsuit while casually listening to the story Zen was telling

He loved that you had to hold your moans in and refrain from squirming

When he felt your moisture start to seep through, that’s when he moved his hand inside your swimsuit to put his fingers to good use

707 the sadist is merciless

V: (he’s not blind in this one because he deserves to have fun ok)

After taking some pictures of the ocean, Jihyun found you sitting on a rock, staring out at the ocean

He couldn’t resist snapping a candid of you; the soft ocean breeze moving your hair, the bright sunlight shining down on his angel, and your beautiful white swimsuit

Jihyun is a gentle sweetheart and he will not let any hand wander where it shouldn’t be; you want him to rub sunscreen on you? Well Jihyun is a well behaved man unlike SOMEBODY *cough*SAEYOUNG*cough*

Since he gets tired easily from sports and such, he’s mainly taking many photos of you playing with the others

He wasn’t going to join in the water balloon fight until surprisingly, Jumin pelted him with one (I don’t care who it is, best friends are always jerks to eachother LOL) He mainly used himself to shield you from being hit though

When you get tired, he already has a spot next to him for you under his umbrella and just hold you while running his fingers over the bare skin, as it is calming to him

When sunset was finally happening, this boy was rushing you to many different spots just to take pictures of you with the beautiful sky

Jihyun is so thoughtful because when it started getting cold and your normal clothes were all sandy, he knew to pack an extra set for you in a sealed bag bless his soul

Unknown:

Saeran’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets when you saw you in your bikini

It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black two-piece

But damn if the simplicity wasn’t hot, it was sexy

At first the thought of doing anything remotely sexual at the beach in public was a big no no so he didn’t do anything when he can just do it at home

Until he saw how other guys at the beach were staring you up and he did not like it, the possessive feeling now bubbling inside his chest

He was practically glued to your side like a guard, scaring away the guys with just his death glare

When he was escorting you to the bathroom he got into a stall with you, “S-saeran what’re you doing!?”

In an instant his lips where attached to your neck, “Leaving a reminder that you’re mine.”

It went no further than that, but the whole rfa was staring at your neck except v lol when you came back, but none dared to say anything

Except for Saeyoung, who told his brother congrats for getting some, which resulted with him getting beat up

No guys would come up to you anymore, even if they didn’t in the first place, but it made Saeran feel better so shhhhh

He did make up for it during the campfire by making your smores for you so your fingers don’t get sticky while his do

It’s the little things because now Saeran’s fingers are sticky and have sand all over them ew

He also made up for it with jealous sex that night too so no complaints

#mystic messenger #mysme #Yoosung Kim #zen #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #jumin han #707 #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #v #jihyun kim #saeran choi #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger unknown

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theworstbob · 6 years

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yellin’ at songs, week forty-two

10.25.1997 10.27.2007 10.28.2007

10.25.1997

81) "You're Not Alone," by Olive

Context matters. I react poorly to a lot of these European dance anthems. But real talk, if I heard this song in Eurovision, this would be extremely my shit. This song would finish fifth place in Eurovision and part of my shit is really loving the fifth place finisher in Eurovision. And this is at least somewhat subtle, it nicely builds to the moments of loud synthy garbage. I'm down with this! No, it's not good, but a song doesn't have to be good for you to like it.

95) "Sunshine," by Jay-Z ft./Babyface & Foxy Brown

How come there aren't any hip-hop love songs? Thre aren't any rap songs that begin by saying, "Yo, I'm takin' my best girl to the Japanese place downtown!" and THEN describe how big her ass is and how lovely her breasts are. There's been a long and steady devolution to this point where dudes are singing "I know you wanna love but I just wanna fuck" and all that, and I don't wanna seem like a prude, but songs about going out for sushi are way more interesting than breaking sex down into this animalistic transaction of pleasure from which no pleasure is ever actually derived because the singer is sad all the time and sex is meaningless.

97) "Pushin' Inside You," by Sons of Funk

OK. OK, I wasn't saying music wasn't crass in 1997. Of course there was shit going on, but you at least had counter-points to the more explicit songs.

98) "When Love Starts Talkin'," by Wynonna

Hey, remember the LeAnn Rimes song for a few hours ago? That was a lovely up-tempo hoedown, and I said I wouldn't mind to encounter it again, and guess what! I encountered it again, and I didn't mind! I love that 1997 put a fast country track with a dope female vocalist in my path! Good work this week, 1997, even if I don't have much to say about anything you offered. A B can win you most of these weeks, though.

10.27.2007

74) "As If," Sara Evans

So this week, Garth Brooks becomes the 37th member of the Decade Dance Club and the twelfth country dude, and the ratio is 12 country dudes to 2 country gals, and it's kind of weird that Keith Urban has made a decade-long career making perfectly cromulent songs that sometimes have a fiddle, but I haven't seen Sara Evans on this chart this year! This song is at least as OK as "Everybody." I wonder why Sara Evans didn't last in the country culture for as long as Keith Urban has! Very weird that country radio would just discard a woman, usually they treat women with a ton of respect and also as equals, it must absolutely be something she said. I am not going to look up what she said because I'm convinced it's her fault she couldn't find enduring success in a genre with as much equality as country music.

89) "Stay," Sugarland

The last country song had the phrase "blue jeans" in the first line and this song has the phrase "praying, PRAYING" in the second line and OK while modern music is all same-y and one song is indiscernable from the next at least it doesn't feel like pandering. You can make the argument that Post Malone is making an effort at honestly portraying his life (his "mood," as it were), and while his music is absolutely garbage, he's chosen a style of music he believes is consistent with his state of affairs and not the style that will make him most rich. I would have respected this song so much more if it were just an acoustic guitar and the vocals the whole time. What's that in the background, an organ or something? It's bullshit. It's dumb that you put it there.

91) "Clumsy," Fergie

I have made the argument before that Fergie's songs are actually good and that we have trouble separating art from the artist, have trouble considering "Glamorous" independent of the Humpsy context. I am not making this argument here. This song is horrible on every level. It's like someone half-heard an Amy Winehouse song in a grocery store and was asked two days later to write their version of that song.

95) "Pictures of You," The Last Goodnight

Real talk: I own this album. I have no idea why I bought it. I have no idea what about this song made me want to buy an entire album by this band. I think I just related to a dude with a mohawk making shallow pop music about how nice it is to remember someone you like, because hey that's pretty much me. "Yeah, man, I'm punk as fuck, I think capitalism is a failed experiment and I post on Facebook about Pokemon Christmas Bash."

10.28.2017

20) "Almost Like Praying," by Lin-Manuel Miranda ft./Artists for Puerto Rico

Help how you can.

55) "Pray," by Sam Smith

A MID-tempo Sam Smith song?! My stars! I didn't know he had it in him! Someone must have tricked him into eating a candy bar, or gave him one of those things that come from the granola bar companies that is real talk just a candy bar. "This is covered in chocolate." "It's Nature Valley, Samuel, a brand you can trust." And while he was in his sugar rushed state, they got him to agree to perform a song that had drums in it. Sam Smith: I don't go to church. A choir: NOOOOOO this song is stupid

60) "How Long," by Charlie Puth

It seems redundant that Charlie Puth is a thing while Maroon 5 is still a thing. My theory is that, when Adam Levine said "I hate this country so much" on a hot mic when his The Voice children were in a bad situation, Maroon 5 was Not A Thing for long enough that a new Chosen One was allowed to activate, and now there's two Maroon 5s wandering the earth and fighting evil with absolute peak sexiness. Is Charlie Puth hot? I think he might be hot in the sense that he's a music celebrity and there's a team of people making sure he looks at least acceptable when performing even mundane tasks like getting a Coke from a gas station, but would you give him a second thought if he were just a dude? Like, Adam Levine, you'd fuck that dude even if he weren't famous. You wouldn't give Charlie Puth the time of day if you didn't know his name from his dumb songs.

72) "Heaven," by Kane Brown

I'm back to being OK with this dude. His voice is pleasant, and I appreciate a small dose of sacrilege in a country song. I want this dude not to try for pop/country stardom and try for that Chris Stapleton stuff. Like, if this dude could add a convincing growl, he'd be unstoppable. But this needs to be the last time he makes a song like this.

91) "Dear Hate," by Maren Morris ft./Vince Gill

listen, country music, you can't say "Dear hate, I saw you on the news today" and then not name names. you also can't say "Dear hate, you sure are colorblind" and expect me to think you stand for anything. draw a line. tell me what you believe so i know if i can fuck with you. if you're gonna make a song called "Dear Hate," it's gotta do more than say "it'd be nice if people liked love!" it's "FDT" or nothing, y'all.

95) "Lights Down Low," by MAX ft./gnash

I appreciate that two young men with such different approaches to the caps lock key were able to bring their perspectives together for this song. This song was fine! I like that it goes somewhere and that MAX actually did things with his voice beyond lazily whisper over some EDM nonsense. I'd like to hear more from this guy, though I'm probably not gonna seek it out! He seems to really have a handle on how to make decent pop songs, and I'd like to hear what he does with less slow-jamzy stuff. Congratulations, MAX! You made me forget you put gnash on the track!

97) "Too Hotty," by Quality Control ft./Quavo, Takeoff & Offset

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy is this not credited as a collaboration with migos? did we all just sort of agree that migos isn't a thing and the three members are now only solo artists? This was about as good as any other Migos song. And that's fine! Migos is good! I mostly like what they do, I just, I'm just typing words. At this point, y'all give me trap, I'm just gonna type until it looks like there's enough words and decide the content is substantive. Here you go. Hot content, fresh off the fingertips.

Who won the week?

Uh... Honestly, this week was more or less acceptable for everyone. No truly standout tracks, but nothing I’d be angry to ever hear again. I think 1997 takes it because light-hearted Jay-Z is such a rare and delightful version of Jay-Z we don’t really hear from that much, so yeah, ‘97.

Current standings: 1997: 16 2007: 12 2017: 14 Next time: we consider the Dawson’s Creek theme song, we listen to four songs people made in 2007 because they were out of ideas, and I get to find out what Russell Dickerson is. What a dumb name! I know he’s not a country dude because there’s no way you’re making it in country with a name like Russell Dickerson, too many syllables.

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hawkingbishop · 7 years

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OC questions:

I’m gonna answer these for my character Rebecca Tollingworth. Who I later changed to Persephone Rhodes. She’s from the story The Undeclared Life of Marilynn Baxter.

1. What’s their full name? If they’re an alien and their name is in their native planet’s language, have you thought about what it means? —// Rebecca Philippa Ann Tollingworth —// and then later on —// Persephone Alexandra Rhodes

2. Say your OC made a playlist on Spotify. What bands would be on that playlist? Any specific genres? —// I actually have writing playlists for different characters. —// https://open.spotify.com/user/hawkingbishop/playlist/4munDDgJ08wsBLwSXc0e73?si=3X6dnju1 —// That’s the one specific to Rebecca/Persephone, but I have a few more for Rebecca/Marilynn and one full playlist for the whole story. —// I’ll go back and add links for those. —// Brand New, The Wooden Birds, The New Amsterdams, The American Analog Set, Fiona Apple, Tegan and Sara, Jenny Owen Youngs, Uh Huh Her, Do Make Say Think, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Paramore, Daughter, Kate Nash, Kesha, No Doubt, Weezer, Feist, Metric, Bright Eyes. —// She likes a lot of music. She bonds with Marilynn over music. They share bands back and forth.

3. What kind of video games would they play? Any specific titles? —// LIFE IS STRANGE. —// She’d probably play Overwatch. Portal, Halo, Fallout 4. —// She’d probably be a Nintendo fan. Mario Kart, Pokémon, Zelda, etc…

4. What would their favorite cartoons be, and why? What would their favorite characters be? —// Sailor Moon, Hey Arnold!, The Powerpuff Girls, Totally Spies, Jem, Gargoyles, Doug, Scooby Doo, Aladdin, X-Men, Spider-Man, Batman, Recess, Captain Planet, Daria, Pepper Ann, Kim Possible, Gummi Bears, Care Bears, Futurama, Avatar, The Legend of Korra. —// She loved these because they showed her tough, strong, independent women. Also they were super cool with superheroes and adventurers. (Plus she had a crush on most of the girls.) —// Faves would be Korra/Asami, Katara and Toph, Elisa and Demona from Gargoyles, Daria and Jane, Sailor Uranus, Spinelli from Recess, Shego and Kim Possible, Rogue from X-Men, Patti Mayonaise from Doug, Leela from Futurama.

5. What’s their favorite type of weather? Do they like to do anything specific on days when the weather is how they like it? —// Autumn for sure. She likes wearing nice warm sweaters and going for a walk, watching the leaves rustle in the cool breeze, listening to music. She likes hot cocoa. She likes snuggling with Marilynn (both for gay reasons but also just friend reasons).

6. If they’re a fan of Hot Chocolate, Tea, or Coffee, how do they like either of those drinks prepared? —// All of the above! —// Hot Chocolate with mini marshmallows. —// Tea with sugar, milk, and honey. —// Coffee with sugar and milk. —// She likes chai lattes. Caramel Macchiato.

7. What kind of animals would they like as a pet? What names would they give their pets if they got any? If they already have pet’s what are their names? —// She’d love cats and/or dogs. —// I forget if she already had a pet. I tried looking back but couldn’t find anything… —// She’d have a cat named Lara Croft and a puppy named Hades. (Get it? Because she’s Persephone. I’m so lame…)

8. How does your OC keep track of time? Do they have a planner? A calendar? —// She has a journal she’s constantly writing in. So each page has the time and date. —// Other than that she has a wall calendar of Symmetra and she uses the calendar on her phone.

9. How do they write? Do they write in cursive? How do they dot their i’s and j’s? Do they have specific ways that they write certain letters? —// She’s a neat writer. Print. The perfect mix of bubbly and square. Sometimes she put stars above the “i” and “j”. Most times it’s just a big dot. —// She writes “z” and “7” with a line through it. —// She sometimes mixes cursive and print.

10. What’s their favorite time of day? —// Evening. She loves the dark, cool, quiet of it.

11. What kinds of foods and drinks do they like? Do they like certain foods to be fried? Do they prefer certain foods to be prepared hot/cold? —// She tries to be a vegetarian. She’s mostly good at it. She still eats eggs. She prefers scrambled with cheese.

12. If they were an actual character in an animated film or TV series, who would they be voiced by? Do they have a certain accent that the person would need to perfect? —// I think Tessa Thompson would be good. Or maybe Kiersey Clemons.

13. If you are an artist, and if your OC can draw as well, could you replicate what their artstyle looks like? Or, if you can’t, could you describe it? —// Lots of rounded edges. Very fluid. Precise when she needs to be.

14. If your OC owned a Tumblr blog, what kind of content would they post? —// GAY STUFF™ —// She’d be complaining about Supercorp not being canon. She’d love Wynonna Earp. Van Helsing. Grey’s Anatomy. How to Get Away With Murder. Scandal. The Bold Type. Chasing Life. Sweet/Vicious. —// She’d reblog a lot of hot women. —// Poetry. Mostly others’ but she’d post her own sometimes too. She might even have a sideblog she uses to post her writings about Marilynn. —// Cool photography. Drawings. Art in general.

15. How do they type? Do they use emojis? Do abbreviate and shorten words? —// She’s a fast typist. She begrudgingly used emojis at first but then falls in love with them. 🤷🏼‍♀️ —// When texting Marilynn she’ll shorten things. But on her blog she’s mostly longhand everything. Usually just when she gets excited will she resort to things like “v sexy” or “btw” or something…?

16. If your OC was a film director, what kind of movies would they make? —// Gay ones. Lesbian indie romances. LGBTQ in general. —// She’d use lots of flowy imagery and close ups. Lingering scenery shots. —// She’d also want to direct sci-fi/fantasy.

17. If your OC was a musical artist, what genres would they do? —// She’d probably play bedroom pop? Indie? I can see her playing acoustic guitar and singing. Maybe ukulele, keyboard, drums?

18. What type of singing voice does your OC have? —// Sultry. Soft. A bit scratchy. She has trouble with really high notes, but she mostly sings in whispers anyway.

19. Does your OC like to collect things? What kind of things do they collect? —// She has tons of pictures of her and Marilynn from over the years. She has some on her vanity and the rest in a photo album. —// She also collects little things she finds when traveling somewhere with Marilynn. Seashells, rocks, twigs, leaves, feathers, coins, other miscellaneous stuff people dropped like playing cards or dice or something.

20. Was your OC inspired by anything? Another character? A person? —// Yeah, she was originally inspired by my friend (crush at the time) Molly. Rebecca was originally a tall blonde just like Molly. Wlw like Molly (she’s bi though). Vocal. Social-minded. Nice. Beautiful. Smart.

#becks writes #tulomb #ask game answers #I took it upon myself to answer all of them!

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thegirlthatlivesinsideofme · 7 years

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Welcome to the shit show.

Well Vegas was a fucking nightmare. Thomas was an emotion mess. I was an emotional mess and Chris was a shit show.

For starters before we even left Chris started telling me how terrible a club was and talking about how awful it’s going to be and told me to drop it when I was trying to explain that it’s really not as bad as he is making it. He was like that’s enough. You need to drop this now. We are done talking about it. Strike number one. Do not talk to me like that. We are a team not a dictatorship. So I was angry and I told thomas and he of course was really angry. So we get in the plane and it’s all fine. Thomas was clearly bothered by me being close to Chris so I started trying to back off and just be cool with out giving him physical attention. We went to Fiamma for dinner and it was amazing. Chris was negative. We got on the guest list for hakkasan and Chris actually didn’t say anything negative about it. We walked around for an bit I couldn’t walk very fast because it was raining and slippery and by the time we got to the Bellagio I think Chris was over it. He kinda just left me. And would look behind him occasionally to make sure no one took me. Strike 2.

We saw Janna and Rew come in and wanted to hang but Chris wanted to keep walking. We went back to get a different pair of shoes for me and Chris fell asleep. So we just called it a night.

Friday was cool for the first half. We went to egg slut then to the Hoover dam and that was good but I was taking pics of thomas and not completely attached to Chris it it was getting on his nerves. Anything I wanted to do for thomas he was annoyed by.

Chris decided to take the van back with andrew and thomas had to book the dinner reservations so we ended up having some time to ourselves. Highlight of my trip! We had to make it quick but it was worth it.

Friday night I was on cloud nine. I was so happy and excited to be out and having a good time and I felt good and looked good! Chris however trying too hard to have a good time. After dinner we decided to go to the tables and that’s when I noticed Chris checking out all the other women and i only got his eyes toward me when we were walking through a group of men and he wanted to make it clear they weren’t to look at me. Even though I was making sure I didn’t give anyone my attention. The tables were ok. Not my thing to lose money so I didn’t play but then we all made our way to Andrews place for cake and I got wired. Somehow Taylor came up and Luke wanted to see what she looked like and then he was calling her hot and telling thomas to get on that and then he said he already had that and then Luke told everyone that thomas said Taylor has a tight pussy and I was pissed. I was trying so hard to be chill but I was so angry so that put me in a funk. My husband is looking at every woman but me and my boyfriend is talking about Taylors pussy being tight. Ugh thomas eventually broke off from us and we went to secret pizza and enjoyed the rest of the night.

We stayed out entirely too late or early I guess and got Like 4 hours of sleep. The next day was the worst. We went to the avenue cafe and I was down. My eye had gotten something in it or torn and I had on no make up and was feeling so bloated and just not great for Vegas and having my husband and my boyfriend looking at other beautiful women. So I finally put in some make up and Chris literally gave zero shits about me not feeling 100%. He was seeming annoyed with me and snapping at me so I did what I do. I keep my quiet.

That afternoon Chris wanted to watch football thomas wanted to get out and I just wanted an emotional break. I wanted to go to the spa and I couldnt afford it so I decided to turn the bathroom into my spa. Chris (with the I distance from thomas) got me a glass of wine and I got some fancy chocolates did a facial and a steam room treatment and an amazing bubble bath. It was awesome. I was back to myself and then Chris and Thomas came back up and something was off. Idk what exactly it was but it was something. I think it was just Chris being weird which apparently he was weird the whole time him and Thomas were on the strip. He was normal while we face timed my parents but that was it. I got ready and thomas was upset and then I was worried about him. We ended up at a pizza place and Chris for super drunk. He wanted to be thomas’ wing man and get him to talk to the hostess. He would not give it up. He said he was living vicariously through thomas. And just trying wayyy too hard to get attention and make thomas make a move. I was starting to get mad at the comments he was making then it became clear that we were not going to hakkasan and that was a huge buzz kill for me and thomas. Then Chris started making super inappropriate comments on the street and thomas was Luke oh god guys don’t do this and we went to cvs thomas was super emotional and made some kind of comment to like he could keep doing this and that he was done with Chris and I walked away to keep from crying and then Chris walked up and literally put his hand up my dress and grabbed my pussy /ass I was furious!!!! I hit him and said are you fucking kidding me right now. He laughed and walked to the line and I walked back to thomas. I was considering going back to the hotel but knew it wouldn’t fly. We went to MGM and

he kept making comments. When I put my heals back on he was like look at her she's got to get sexy again. And I was like uh I was born sexy. Then we decided on top golf and walked all the way there. I was freezing and mad and upset. Then we played too golf and he tried to be nice. But thomas was like I don't give a fuck I want pics with you we are taking pics. So we did which I guess phased him off so as we left he kept giving me side eye and eat shit looks I was so tired of it I fianally said what is it? What do you have to say to me and he went on the tell me how I have given him no attention and I want to give my attention to everyone but him and I brought up the fact that I see him looking at other women and he made it like I was like how dare you and making life miserable but I was simply making a statement like you don't deserve my attention when you can't keep your eyes off all the other women and I'm not going to beg for your attention. Anyway he pulled out the past and how he has to keep his eye on me because he can't trust me and then told me old habits die hard and I guess he has a point there. I told him he can't hold on to that for the rest of his life and he said I can. You wanted to leave me for another man. And I said no I didn't I never wanted to leave you and he said well you enjoyed the company of another man over mine and I said ok that's a fair statement. I thought he had moved one like he struggled occasionally but was mostly ok but he isn't and it was a massive red flag to me. He basically sees the worst in me in every situation. He cannot stand for me to do anything that draws attention to myself Like dancing ever. 🙄 or singing I'm sure. But he wants to control me and I don't want to be controlled. I want someone to trust me. And love me. He says I was live and he wants respect. I respect him I just don't want him anymore. I'm tired of not feeling loved by him. And feeling like I'm not worthy of his love. Because I made a mistake. It was awful. We don't have fun together and I'm not sure where to go from here. Total fucking shit show. We ended the night and went back to the room broken. We ended the trip broken. The trip was ruined and came home with new clarity that our marriage was never truly fixed it just had a really cheap bandaid on it.

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