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#awwwww#i love a lil fucking squirrel#photography#nature#pond#water#plants#green#Squirrel#Squirrels#animals#wildlife#curators on tumblr
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goofy as hell
#lil goofy boy#he looks like he fucks squirrels in this pic LMFAO#im sorry jay i still love you#my little bf fr#hollywood undead#j dog#sorry for not posting much my cellular was being wonky
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do you have any other headcanons for any of the cod boys (ghost, soap, price, gaz) just curious!❤️
༉‧₊˚.GENERAL HC
most of these r taken from my tiktok, so pls don’t expect them to be very fancy :(
;;’GAZ
this guy is a football fanatic! supports manunited with his life(ick) suprisingly good at footie too!!
he’s really good at baking and cooking, his best(and really only) delicacy are his fucking BOMB omelettes. and scones. he’s really good at baking scones.
listens to uk drill and rave, stereotypical roadman, hip hop too
likes turtlenecks but they annoy him
skincare routine! it has almost 10 steps, spends so much on his care items
had/HAS his ear pierced, doesn’t admit it
first job was at a sports direct.
says innit unironically
could be an olympic swimmer
;;’PRICE
carries a worlds best teacher mug aroujd the lunchroom, doesn’t know why or how he got it
he really likes the airplane neck comforter things; the guys buy him some for christmas :)
sandals and socks are his goto summer combo! dresses like a dad ;p
if it’s not him driving, he’ll hang onto the lil handle things and complain they can’t drive
rlly good at making toast??? it’s never burned. always made perfectly.
favourite show is call the midwife (if he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll watch the office)
if you use a vape near him, he’ll loudly declare ‘that’s for wussies!’
listens to nickleback
maths nerd
;;’SOAP
punk teen phase
big rock nerd, likes punkrock and punk pop, sum41,dead kennedys, blink-182,good charlotte etc
lactose intolerant(punishes himself and eats dairy anyways)
had a bowlcut phase as a kid…
really good at linedancing for some reason??
had an eyebrow slit during his edgy phase, suits him
really good at tree climbing! is like a squirrel sometimes lol
often needs floortime, just holds your hand and lays on the carpet; letting you brush his hawk back
scared of golemn from LOTR
his laptop is covered in doggy stickers, will help and let you choose and pick new stickers out to cover the free spaces
love language is quality time, elaboration; he loves being around u, always holding your hand, going shopping?? bring him along! jog?? bring him along!! if HES going somewhere?? go along with him! it makes him feel giddy knowing that he has someone there with him
he really likes spicy food
has a bull terrier dog named setanta
;;’GHOST
checks behind the showercurtain when he goes into a bathroom, very paranoid
he complains that redbull tastes like piss, but will drink it anyways
i think that he has a buzzcut, easy to manage and doesn’t think it makes him look any less appealing, pretty intimidating look
isn’t buff, is athletic but beefy—keeps his weight and just bulks himself out
he’s really good at chess, he’s like young sheldon but for a bunch of figures on a board, very calculated
very superstitious, if you open an umbrella inside the house ur literally getting kicked out or scolded for a while
paranoid AAFFFFF, covers mirrors at night and has to keep his eyes open when he washes his face
has a black cat even though he’s superstitious
gets u socks for christmas.
METALLHEADDD but likes dad music too.cannibal corpse, goregasm, clittorape also oasis,ac/dc, wheatus
gives u a goodluck card for ur birthday with £10 inside :))
doesn’t wear his mask outside of work, he separates his home life and work life, wouldn’t like to bring work issues home
love language is acts of service, need to grab something? he’ll get it, can’t reach the cabinet? sure, he’ll do it. ohh, need ur shirt ironed?? consider it done!
everything for now, was gonna include nsfw but maybe next time 😜
#ghost x reader#soap mactavish x reader#spotify#ghost smut#dilf ghost#john soap mactavish x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost imagine#könig x reader#ghost is babygirl#kyle gaz garrick#gaz cod#kyle garrick#kyle gaz smut#captain price smut#john price#captain price#price smut#price cod
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OHOHOHO, I absolutely LOVE the idea of an unhinged, yandere omega. Who would ever suspect the 'soft little omega' as an actual danger? What can they do, cmon, you should be flattered~
Or even if it's someone like Miguel as an omega, despite him being Absolutely Huge and totally able to crush you like an empty soda can there's this... lingering /urge/ to protect and serve him that he takes full and absolute advantage of.
Like, say he decides he needs an assistant to help him keep track of his busy schedule and any objections you come up with straight up don't matter because He's An Omega and you Have To Help Him. Or just kind of plucks you up one day and informs you you are now on call for his upcoming heats- what're you gonna do, tell this 'clearly vulnerable and fragile' Omega you aren't interested?
You can be chatting to someone and have him come up and literally drag you off and EVERYONE dismisses it or blames you for setting off his fucking 'nesting' instincts like he's not a grown ass man capable of making his own damn decisions.
Or even him pheromone bombing you to make you all pliable and agreeable when he needs it. His Alpha is getting fussy? He just forces your face into his neck until you go all soft and dazed and fuzzy, letting him do whatever he wants because you're just absolutely punch-drunk.
Anon you are opening my mind's third eye right now, there's a post I think about from time to time and it was kinda about gender roles and like certain things being subjective and it was someone going "am I still butch if I have plushies all over my bed" and someone replied something like "dude that's butch as hell, you have all these cute tiny creatures you're being a guardian of and feel protective of"
You're just a female Alpha trying to mind your own business and one day you get a good WHIFF of those Certified Omega Miguel Pheromones and suddenly your stupid ass Hormone Brain is going "hey, hey, you know what would be very Alpha of you. If you took care of that Omega by getting pregnant and giving him a baby. Don't you want to give the Omega a cute little baby or two to take care of and give kisses to and buy little baby clothes for? Don't you want to see his big strong arms holding a lil teeny baby? He'd be SO HAPPY if you gave him a lil baby. Just one. Or a few. Provide for your Omega by taking a fat cream pie from that man. Dont you want the Omega to be happy" and from then on your coochie/instincts are like screaming out half the time you're around him
I guess it can kind of vary depending on how "all consuming" you prefer like heats and ruts and pheromones to be/have an effect on you
And like, yandere and not wanting anyone else besides you or not, I'm sure like he has plenty of fans right but he probably intimidates the fuck out of most people so, you know, he probably intimidates most Alphas too
You're helping him in his office and you can tell he's got a bad migraine from being light sensitive and suddenly you're overwhelmed with the urge to rub his back and ask if he needs anything. You're bringing the man food and drinks every so often and make sure to ask him when he's got enough sleep. One may think, "oh you're a submissive Omega serving and obeying your Alpha" nah son YOU'RE the Alpha and like yeah you are being just nice and compassionate but, you're PROVIDING for him
Fucking nesting ass Miguel. It depends on preference since with ABO sometimes you know, Things Are Different Downstairs, we all need a little girldick from time to time, but, him developing the nesting instincts not even for himself he's like preparing for YOU to be pregnant. Scurrying around making sure his home is well stocked and rationed up like he's a squirrel storing for the winter because, he doesn't want his Alpha to not be able to soothe all her cravings 🥺🥺🥺 that would make him a Bad Terrible Horrible Omega and also you need the utmost care for the baby/babies/pups/whatever word you prefer
The pheromone bombing, godddd. Even if you're still mad and upset I imagine from a biological standpoint that it would at least like, help your body stop like reacting to any negative stress, like how you can be anxious or you can be Anxious Anxious where you're literally having heart palpitations and your chest feels tighter, like, he doesn't want his Alpha to be too stressed 🥺 you want him to bake you some sopapillas or something?
Lyla all "heyyyyy call me crazy but I think judging by the way Reader is so antsy and stockin up on food lately that SOMEONE is about to have their rut ;) maybe you should pop on for a visit"
Miguel: I dunno if I should
Lyla: why, because its questionably ethical and she might sleep with you when she's not in the right state of mind?
Miguel: no because what if I can't please her in bed and she doesn't like me 🥺👉👈
This man sees you holding Mayday ONCE and suddenly he's got a mental catalogue with all the different ways your potential babies could look. Would you let him name any of them Gabriella after his daughter or Gabriel after his brother? Would they have your eyes or his? Hair color? What if you spit out an Alpha with his height? Or maybe you two would have cute Omega babies just like their mom. He's just sitting there mentally going 🥰🥰🥰 while Lyla is snapping her fingers in front of his face "Hey, Hey, Earth to Planet DILF, you've never even kissed her yet, buddy"
Your rut hits and you're isolated in your Nueva York cyberpunk apartment which or course he has the pass key for and, "oh gosh Reader are you ok-- oh no you're suddenly pushing me down and ripping my clothes off, oh noooOoooOoo I sure hope you don't get prrrrregante, I didn't bring any protection 👉👈 *wink wink*"
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Can you not...
18+ minors dni
Bucky x female reader
Your ex is trying to win you back, wonder what Bucky thinks about that? I LOVE THIS, tried to get the whole message but it got cut off :( For my very lovely @slutforsexyseabass .
Warnings: Fluff, Angst (mentions of cheating, swearing, lil violence), Mentions + illusions to smut, daddy kink
Word count: 3.9k
Part 2 here
the supply closet
You groaned looking at the flowers that were waiting for you at your desk as you plopped down in your chair. You opened the little note that sat on your keyboard, already knowing who the flowers were from.
Thought of you, hope you have a good day :)
- Mark
Mark. Your ex, who also happened to work in the same office as you. In fact that’s how you met; you joined the company 3 years ago and Mark was the first one to greet you and show you around. He brought you coffee in the mornings and soon enough he got your number and you’d started dating. Everything was fine until you caught him 6 months with his tongue down the secretary’s throat, hands shoved up her skirt, in the supply closet. I mean, at least have the decency to cheat at the office Christmas party like everyone else?
Safe to say the relationship ended immediately after but Mark was determined to win you back, blaming his slip up due to the stress of the job (as a fucking accountant? Ok Mark). He always circled around you, restocking your papers, pens, brining your coffee, which to this day, he still got wrong.
“Did you like the flowers?”
Mark sauntered over to your desk, after passing by at least 15 times hoping you’d talk to him first.
“Mhm, they’re nice. Thank you” You gave him a tight lipped smile as he stood there wanting to prolong the conversation.
“I remember you said you liked flowers and I saw some this morning, thought of you”
“Mark I-
“Y/n, seriously, nothing behind it, just thought of you, that’s all”
“That was nice of you” You nodded, excusing yourself to go to the restroom, hoping he’d be back in his cubicle by the time you got back.
Aside from the cheating, the other problem was Mark never actually did anything for you just because he thought of you. He’d never brought you flowers until you said you liked them. Then he told you that was lame and old fashioned but “fine I guess, I’ll get you some even if it’s corny”. He’d gotten you flowers maybe once after that and never bothered again until after the incident.
You returned to your desk, only to find something else on your desk waiting for you.
Thought you might like a snack!
- Mark
You glared at the slice of banana bread at your desk. You hated banana bread unless it was homemade and with chocolate chips. Which you’d told him plenty of times but he had the attention span of a squirrel. You poked at the slice, deciding to wrap it and stuff it in your bag for Sam instead; he never said no to food.
As soon as it was 4:00, you dashed from your desk to make your way home, pretending you didn’t hear your name being called from the elevator; you didn’t have the energy to tell him for the 100th time you didn’t want to rekindle things and you had a boyfriend. That could eat him as an afternoon snack. You speed walked back home, fiddling with the keys, gasping when the door swung open.
“Welcome home babydoll”
Bucky pulled you into his arms, kissing you all over, having returned from a month long mission that afternoon. You threw your things to the floor, wrapping your arms around him as he picked you up and jumped onto the couch.
“Welcome home to you too sergeant” All the stresses of the day washed away immediately as soon as you were in Bucky’s arms. Your skirt rode up as you shifted to straddle him, kissing him deeply. He started to unbutton your blouse, slipping his hands under to feel your warm skin, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
“I missed you so much baby”
“I missed you too James”
You stayed on the couch for a while, softly cuddling and kissing each other; something you loved doing when he came home from long missions.
“Oh! Here, I got you something”
Bucky got up from the couch, rummaging through his duffle bag, pulling out a small gift box. He grabbed the roses he’d left at the table, sitting back down again, pulling you onto his lap.
“Bubba, you didn’t need to-
“Shh, just open it”
You opened the small box, gasping at the ring that sat in the box. The gold band had a sun just like the one from your favourite movie Tangled, with a small sparkling diamond in the middle.
“Bucky…” You looked at him with glassy eyes, as he slipped the ring on your, kissing your temple.
“For my princess that I searched for my whole life”
“Baby, you didn’t have to get me roses too” You blinked back tears, looking at the flowers he brought you; he always came back with something for you and a bouquet of fresh flowers.
“I will always get you flowers baby doll, they’re pretty just like you”
2 years ago
Mark wasn’t prince charming, it definitely wasn’t a loss when you broke up with him but being cheated on still took a toll on you. You decided to swear off dating for a while until your friend introduced you to a very handsome super soldier.
“Look, you don’t have to come but Cass and AJ miss you. It’s not even a lot of people; it’s just Sam and his friend”
“The friend that Sam keeps saying is a pain in his ass?”
“All out of love, just come for dinner, you’ve been locked up in your house for long enough”
You rolled your eyes as Sarah laughed, knowing damn well you’d say yes to anything involving her kids.
***
“Aunty y/n!!” You were immediately tackled to the floor by the two boys, hugging you, and jumping with excitement before being effortlessly pulled up by a strong metal arm. You looked up, seeing the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen looking down at you, and perfect pink lips turned up into a playful smirk.
“Hi, I’m Bucky”
Oh, you were a goner.
On your first date, he showed up at your door with flowers, a gorgeous bouquet of red roses, not because you told him, but because he wanted to.
“I-sorry, I know it might seem cheesy but you’re the first girl I’ve gone out with in a really long time and I wanted to get you something nice and they’re pretty just like you so I-
You pulled him down for a long kiss, your heart already fluttering; that was the first time of many ways he made sure you knew how special you were to him.
Present
You cuddled with Bucky for a moment longer before putting the roses in some water and making your way over to change while he got started on dinner. You insisted on making it yourself but he refused, sending you off to shower and change. You piled your plate high with food, settling onto the couch with your comfort show playing in the background as you both ate. Another thing; he was amazing in the kitchen. After years of blandness and only eating enough for sustenance, he refused to eat anything that didn’t have flavour, especially after living with Sam and Sarah for a while.
You’d completely forgotten about the flowers Mark had brought you after you mindlessly left them on the coffee table. Bucky glanced at them, with a sneaking suspicion before turning to you.
“Flowers?”
“Ugh, yeah, from Mark” Suspicions confirmed.
“Isn’t that your ex?”
“Yup, that would be the one”
Bucky shook his head at the pathetic flowers; they weren’t even ones you liked. Not that he wanted Mark to try and win you back but c’mon. At least put in a little more effort into your pathetic grovelling.
“He’s still trying to win you back? Hasn’t it been almost more than 2 years?”
“Mhm, he goes all out with flowers, dry pastries and coffee with too much sugar”
“And he knows you’re dating someone?”
“He knows there’s someone; he doesn’t know I’m with the most gorgeous man on the planet, who also happens to be a super soldier”
Bucky smirked, the wheels in his head turning. He wasn’t jealous. I mean, there wasn’t anything to even be jealous of. Still…
***
“Y/n, you have a visitor at the front desk” You could hear Stacey giggle, her voice at least 3 octaves higher than usual, her flirting voice.
“Who?” You never got visitors. You heard shuffling in the background and another high pitched giggle.
“Um hang on – of course you can go up, let me know if I can get you anything handsome- I can send them up?”
“Sure? I guess?” There had to be some sort of mistake, the person must have gotten the wrong name, plus no one was even allowed onto your floor unless they were granted special access.
“Here ya go y/n, grabbed you one on the way to work” You turned around to see Mark placing a bran muffin on your desk while he bit into a chocolate chip one.
“Thanks” You stared blankly at the food you wouldn’t eat even if you were 70 years old and constipated.
“So…did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Some big guy just came to the office, uh, not sure who though but everyone’s talking about it, news travels fast” Mark shifted on his feet, irritated with the way the girls were all swooning over the mystery man that was at the front desk when he came in, only having seen the back a very tall and muscular brunette. The doors to your floor opened and you heard a bunch of hushed whispers and giggles around you.
“Oh my gosh it’s him”
“How the fuck is he even more hot in person”
“Duh he’s hot but who is he bringing those for?!”
You shifted your attention from your loser ex to the commotion behind you, gasping when you saw your boyfriend nearing your desk, a giant bouquet of flowers in his arm along with a cake box from a bakery you had been dying to go to.
“Hi babydoll” Bucky ignored Mark, who was gaping like a fish by your desk, immediately moving out of the super soldiers way, his eyes wide, sweating profusely.
“Bucky?!” You giggled as he pecked a kiss on your nose, setting the things down so he could pull you in his arms. “What are you doing here?!”
“Been away from my pretty angel for too long, wanted to see you” Bucky grinned, feeling Marks stink eye on the two of you, rooted in place.
“How’d you manage to get all the way up here?”
“Wasn’t too hard, Stacy was very happy to let me in” Bucky smirked, winking, cocky little shit.
“Ever the charmer, Barnes” You rolled your eyes, undoing the ribbon of the cake box, revealing a selection of mini cheesecakes with different toppings. “OH MY GOD, this is from the place down the street?!”
“Mhm, saw you looking at the place earlier, thought you could try each one and tell me which one you like best” Bucky picked up the strawberry cheesecake, letting you take a bite, his tongue swiping off the crumbs that fell onto your bottom lip.
“And then I saw these and thought of my beautiful girlfriend” Bucky handed you the giant bouquet and you giggled because it was almost comical in size. “I missed you”
“Bucky you didn’t have to; you just got me flowers yesterday”
“So? My baby deserves flowers everyday”
Most of the office was staring at the two of you with heart eyes, sighing at how sickeningly cute you both were. Except Mark, who coughed, hoping the two of you would break it up but Bucky pulled you in for a kiss that left you breathless before reluctantly letting you go.
“Uh- oh, sorry, James this is Mark, Mark this is my boyfriend James” You stuttered out, still reeling from the kiss, your face flushed, heart racing.
“Nice to meet you James” Mark plastered a fake smile on his face, turning on his heel and walking away without waiting for Bucky to respond. You giggled, burying your face in Bucky’s chest as he grinned, very proud of himself.
***
“Hey y/n” Mark placed a slice of banana bread in front of you, after monitoring the hallway to make sure it was free of super soldiers first.
“Uh, thanks Mark. Look, I have to be honest; I really don’t like banana bread, at all”
“Oh, no problem” Mark shifted closer to you, “Maybe I can take you out for lunch instead then?” He was going to take every opportunity he could to get you back (as long as Bucky wasn’t looking). You gave him an apologetic smile as he, continued to hang around your desk, fiddling with a pen, freezing when he saw Bucky enter the office.
“Hey babygirl”
You giggled hearing your boyfriend’s voice down the hall as he made his way over, this time with a small container in his hand and a cup of coffee.
“Hey Buck”
Bucky leaned against your desk, placing the coffee and container down, smirking as he saw Mark sheepishly putting the pen on back on your desk beside an untouched slice of banana bread.
“What did you bring me baby” You peered into the container, grinning when you saw a fresh loaf of banana bread inside. You broke off a piece, moaning when the chocolate chips melted onto your tongue, still warm from the oven.
“Sooo good Bucky”
“I made it myself babygirl, I know you only like it when its homemade, extra chocolate chips too. Here’s your coffee”
You kissed his cheek, feeding Bucky a piece while he held you close, staring at Mark as he slinked back to his cubicle.
Everyone around your office absolutely loved Bucky (except Mark), fawning over having the very handsome and sweet super soldier. He easily charmed his way into getting an all access pass and your boss was more than happy to let Bucky go and come as he pleased.
Over the next few weeks, Bucky became a regular at your office, making sure to visit at the exact times Mark would wander over to your desk. He’d whisk you away for lunch or coffee breaks, parading around with his arm around your waist, always walking you back to your desk before giving you a kiss good bye.
***
“Nice ring y/n” Mark leaned against your desk, trying to hold your hand under the guise of getting a better look at your ring. You flinched, yanking your hand away, taking a few steps back to create some distance between you both as he continued to step forward.
“Thank you, Bucky got it for me”
“Oh, you’re still together?, Didn’t see him around in a while”
“He’s on a mission, he’ll be back soon” You felt a lump forming in your throat, Bucky had been sent away for nearly 2 months and you missed him like crazy. Mark had been using Bucky’s absence to his advantage, trying to call you all the time and hovering around your desk even more.
“You know, I don’t understand how you can be with someone like that” Marks statement nearly came out as a sneer, his teeth gritting at he looked at the picture you had framed with Bucky on your desk, “The Winter Soldier, he’s never around for long”
“What did you just call him and what’s that supposed to mean?” Your eyes shot up as you glared daggers into him, making him shrink back.
“Yeah, what does that mean?” You both turned around to see Bucky stare at Mark, putting his arm around your waist protectively. Bucky had come straight to your office after his mission, metal arm on full display in his tight black t-shirt, his duffle bag was slung over his shoulder; his face was scruffy with stubble. His jaw clenched, daring your ex to answer, as he held you close to his chest.
“N-no-nothing, I- just, you’re away, and, um….” Mark swallowed thickly as Bucky pulled something from his pocket, ignoring Marks rambling as he stayed frozen place, too scared to move.
You wrapped your arms around him, while he smiled down at you, fastening a beautiful necklace around you; the dark chain had a small pendant made from black and gold vibrainum.
“You always said you missed me when I left for missions. Had it made for you after my arm was injured, polished a bit of the metal that came off”
“You got hurt?” You gasped, looking over his arm as he kissed you, shaking his head.
“I’m okay now baby, m’not going to be going on missions for a while though. Took some time off to be with my girl” Bucky’s metal arm whirred as his hand balled into a fist. Bucky glared at your ex as he slowly walked off. Giving you lousy gifts was one thing but trying to touch you? He crossed a very dangerous line.
***
“This is the address, you sure about going there alone?”
“He’s not gonna do anything”
“Yeah, it’s not you I’m worried about” Sam smirked, parking the car outside of Marks house “Just don’t get yourself arrested, maybe leave him with a pulse”
“Not promising anything”
Bucky got out of the car, taking large strides, banging on the door, his metal arm whirring as he clenched his fist, trying to control himself.
Mark opened the door, nearly squeaking in fear as the super soldier towered over him, his chest heaving.
“H-hi James, what brings you here?”
“We can talk inside” The look on Bucky’s face left no room for questions as he shoved his way in, locking the door behind him. Bucky grabbed him by the shirt, easily lifting him off the floor, throwing him against the wall.
“You. Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Girl”
“I-I don’t understand- Mark scrambled to his feet, pretending to be confused, shrinking back as Bucky stalked towards him.
“Yes the fuck you do. The flowers, the coffee, all the shit she doesn’t ask for. I let all that go for her sake, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But the second you touched her, you made it my problem too, you don’t fucking touch her”
“Well if she didn’t want it she should have said something” Marks voice wavered as his legs shook, trying to puff his chest out, looking something like a blow up penguin. If this had nothing to do with you, Bucky would have called Sam over to laugh. He almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.
Bucky grabbed his arm, twisting it around, pinning him to the wall as he spoke directly in his ear, his voice dropping a few octaves.
“Listen to me. If you ever. Touch her again. I will kill you. You know exactly who I am. I don’t hurt people any more but I will break that rule in a heartbeat when it comes to y/n. Leave. Her. Alone”
***
You sat at your desk smiling as you played with the dog tags around Bucky’s neck. He had come over during your lunch break, feeding you chocolate covered strawberries as you sat on his lap.
“How do they taste baby?”
“Like it should be illegal for anything to taste this good, I love them”
“Really? Last time you said that was when you had your mouth around my co-
“Bucky!” You slapped your hand over his mouth as he chuckled, removing his tags, putting them around your neck instead.
“You look sexy wearing my tags baby” His lips brushed against your ear as he held your waist, his grip tightening as he saw Mark approach you, walking with purpose. He flinched for a second, seeing the silver tags hanging around your neck. He straightened his shoulders, after all it was still his work place, he could get Bucky thrown out if he wanted to, right?
“He-He’s not what you think y/n, he’s a monster”
“Excuse me?” You cocked an eyebrow, as Mark pointed an accusatory finger to a bored looking Bucky who was picking at his finger nails.
“He-he threatened me, at my house. Threatened to kill me just because we’re friends” Mark made a show of pointing to the bruises on his wrists, not even close to the ones you always had on your ass when Bucky was pounding you against the – “How can you date someone like that!? How dare he come to my house and tell me he we can’t talk, he’s just jealous, I bet- I bet he didn’t even tell you!”
Mark smirked in satisfaction as you looked up at Bucky in surprise.
“Bucky? Did you…?”
Bucky nodded wordlessly, his heart racing. He never wanted to disappoint you but he couldn’t stand seeing you get harassed on a daily basis. You grabbed Bucky’s face, pulling him down for a heated kiss, your tongue slipping between his lips, as he groaned, wrapping his arms around you, only pulling away for air.
“That is by far the sexiest thing anyone has ever done baby” You gripped Bucky’s shirt, if it wasn’t for being at work you could take pulled his cock out right then at there. “You protecting me is the hottest thing ever” You lowered your voice to a whisper just loud enough for Bucky and Mark to hear “If we were somewhere else, I’d be begging for your babies right now”
“You want that baby?” Bucky smirked, his cock stirring as your hand trailed down to his belt, teasing him.
“Mhm, you take care of me so well baby, I think I should take care of you tonight daddy ”
Bucky groaned, his hand giving your ass a squeeze, his lips brushing by your ear.
“Yeah? You gonna be a good little slut for daddy tonight? Let him do whatever he wants?”
“Anything you want daddy”
Mark stood wide eyed, stuttering. Plan B, he could still get him thrown out. His eyes lit up as the CEO made his way through the office, nearing your table.
“I- he- well he doesn’t even work here! we’ll see what Mr. Hanson has to say about this”
“God, he’s throwing a tantrum, he’s like a toddler” Bucky snorted, straightening up as the CEO approached your desk.
“My favourite couple, hey James! How are you, how’s our new cap?” Mr. Hanson pulled Bucky into a friendly hug before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.
“Hey George, I’m great, Sam’s finally getting the hang of the shield”
Mr. Hanson, laughed, before continuing to his office, turning back for a moment. “Both of you remember, this weekend, my wife is making jerk chicken with rice and beans”
Mark swallowed thickly, he didn’t really have a plan C. Bucky snickered, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
“He-
You grabbed Mark by his tie, tightening it just enough for him to wheeze a little, while Bucky watched you with pride.
“He defended and protected me when you couldn’t take a hint. I didn’t report your pent up creepy ass to HR because I wanted to keep things civil between us but come here again with those stupid weeds you call flowers and I’ll kick your ass myself”
Mark gulped, scurrying off to his desk, grumbling when his text message to the secretary failed to send.
Bucky looked at you, his eyes darkened with lust as he licked his lips.
“So. About that offer?”
“Let me pack my things”
Part 2 here
The supply closet
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ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)
warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)
They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.
"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.
"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.
"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!
I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,
*Back home late. (1 the latest)
*Left leftovers in the fridge.
*Be in bed by 10.
Love, Mom.
okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.
"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.
My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.
"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,
"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.
"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.
Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,
"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.
He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.
I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.
"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.
"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.
"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.
It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.
a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...
#ambcassspeaks#ambcasswrites#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x fem!reader#batfamily#batman#red hood#red hood outlaws#robin jason todd#red hood x reader#red hood x y/n#red hood x you#red hood x fem!reader#angstfic#angst fic#jason todd angst#fluff#friends to lovers#curran walters#curran walters x readers#titans#dc titans#teen titans#dc#dc fic#fake friends#drama
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Nightlife 9
Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.
Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.
Part of The Club AU
You can barely look at Lee as shame nips at your wits. Your body is still tingly with the aftermath of what happened. Even an hour later. It replays in your mind, over and over, even as you try not to think about it. You can’t believe you did what you did and you just can’t believe how much you enjoyed it.
He did too. You could tell by the way he twitched. How after he held you against him, reluctant to let you go as his large belly rose and fell slowly beneath you.
The world feels far away until you come in sight of your building. You blink through the window, refusing to look at Lee. Every time you do, you’re reminded of what you’ve done. Worse, that quest splits your head; was it okay? Was it wrong?
“Gimme a kiss, sweetheart,” Lee demands as he puts on the parking brake, “‘fore ya go.”
You look down at your lap then slowly turn your head. He grabs your chin, startling you, and pulls you close. He crushes his mouth to yours sloppily as you squeak. Finally, he parts but his hand remains locked on your jaw.
“I gotta go get some sleep but you go on to class. Don’t forget to pack a bag for tonight, darlin’.”
“Tonight?” You pout.
“Yeah, you’re not gonna leave lil Hickory all alone, are ya?”
You suck in your lip and think. You almost forgot. You feel worse for that. The thought of the kitten being all alone for so long. You can’t do that.
“Oh, yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, I’ll bring a bag.”
“Just give a call when you’re ready. I’ll be awake ‘round three or four,” he explains, his hand brushing down your throat. He lets out a hum as he feels how you swallow nervously. “I’ll pick ya up and all that.”
“Um, okay,” you acquiesce, “yes, sir.”
“Be good,” he winks and gives a firm squeeze to your chest, “don’t think of me too much.”
You look down as he finally retracts his touch. You resist the urge to cover your chest, instead pulling on the handle and letting yourself out of the car. You snatch up your bag and give a tight-lipped smile before spinning away. The door snaps shut in your stead and you scurry away.
It can’t be that bad. Not if he’s acting like that. Not if you enjoyed it so much.
💮
The day draws on. As the hours roll by, you get more and more nervous about what comes next. The quiz for Social Psychology doesn’t seem as intimidating in comparison to Lee. And you don’t think you did too bad.
You go back to the dorm. Raquel isn’t there. She might be at class but more likely she’s with her friends.
You shove some pajamas and a fresh set of clothes in a bag and toss it with your knapsack. You don’t want to call Lee just yet. You need a little bit of time to yourself; without professors or coeds or anyone around.
He messages you first. You swipe up the conversation and are greeted by a picture of Hickory. Beneath him, you see a glimpse of Lee’s chest, covered only by a thin ribbed tank top. The cat is so cute, you don’t really think about the man under him.
‘Cute!’ You text back.
‘Ready to go? Kitty’s waiting.’
He’s straight to the point as always. It’s past five. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.
‘Sure,’ you reply. You’re not really ready but you don’t think you ever will be.
You grab your bags, knapsack on your shoulder, tote in hand, and you go down to wait on the steps. You play a matching game on your phone as students walk by, to and from their respective abodes.
A toot breaks your attention from a nearby squirrel. It flits away and you look up as Lee’s car putters at the curb. You stand and he gets out. As you come down the walk, he opens the passenger door for you.
“Hey, darlin’,” he grins and bends to kiss you. Taken by surprise, you let him, trying not to care about the passerbys.
“Hi, Lee,” you say breathless as he pulls away.
“God, I love it when you say my name,” he winks, “come on then, let’s get going.”
You get in and he shuts the door. You place your bags on the floor by your feet. You buckle in as he goes around to the driver’s side and gets in. He pulls down the seatbelt and clicks it into place. He clears his throat, searching around as if he’s lost something.
“I went out and got some toys for lil Hick,” he says, “uh…” he reaches behind your seat, “so you can keep him entertained.” He sits up and holds a small black bag, “bought you something to play with too.”
He hands over the bag and you take it in surprise. You feel the shape of a box through the plastic. You chew your lip and glance back at him.
“Oh, thank you,” you smile and clasp it in your hands.
“Ain’t nothing,” he says as he shifts into gear. He steps on the pedal, pulling out onto the street patiently. “Well, you gonna see what’s inside?”
You look down and turn over the bag. It rustles as you examine it and reach inside. You slide it out little by little, the hot pink cardboard a surprise. It’s so bright. You flip it over to read the front; ‘Three speed bullet vibe.’ Your mouth falls open at the sight of the small vibrator visible through the transparent plastic.
“What… I… Lee, I don’t– I can’t–” You quickly hide the toy.
“Thinking you should explore a little,” he drawls, “since ya said you never done much before. It’s always good to get to know yourself, isn’t it?”
“Well, um, I guess, but… I don’t know.”
“If you need help, I don’t mind, I could show you how it works,” he says, “I only thought you might feel more comfortable figuring it out… then you could show me.”
“Ummmmmm,” your voice floats from you. You’re speechless.
“You’ll be all alone and I hate that I can’t be there with ya, so I only thought you would have lots of time to… you know.”
“It’s very nice of you, Lee, but I think maybe, um, well, I’m okay. I’m fine.”
“Don’t you be lying,” he warns, his timbre gritting, “I felt ya this morning. Shaking like a leaf. You don’t know what you’re feeling. Trust me, it’ll be easier once you know what you like.”
You sniff and squeeze the bag in your hands. You’re burning in horror.
“Er, okay, I’ll… okay.”
He’s quiet as he follows the flow of traffic. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. He looks over at you quickly and a purr rises from his chest.
“Why don’t you open it up and give it a try now?”
“What?”
“It’s fine, just slip it on out.”
“Lee, maybe… later.”
“Darlin’, I got you a gift, don’t be rude.”
You stare at your hands. They’re shaking. You can’t say no. Not now. He’s bought this for you. He’s come all this way. And it’s just a toy. Just sex, right? Everyone else is having it so it can’t be that bad.
You slowly pull the box out of the bag again. You open the lid and slide out the plastic insert. It crinkles as you pop out the toy, feeling the silicon between your fingers. You clumsily free the battery and examine the toy, twisting the end as you figure out how to load it. You put it back together and hold it in your palm.
“Go on, turn it on,” he rasps.
You grip the toy and press the button with your thumb. You angle your hand over your lap as the vibrations rattle through you.
“Spread your legs wide,” he orders.
You obey.
“Now put it right up against yourself.”
You hold your breath as you do as he says. The toy quakes against you and the sensation makes your whine. The intensity has your legs snapping shut around your hand.
“Now, don’t you stop,” he demands, “not til you cum.”
“Lee,” you babble.
“Hush, sweet thing, I hear it in your voice, feels good, don’t it?”
#lee bodecker#dark lee bodecker#dark!lee bodecker#lee bodecker x reader#the devil all the time#au#drabble#series#nightlife
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Dating Gareth Emerson Headcanons
I love this man. So. Much. SO HERE!
Gareth is a bean
A bean with anger issues but anyways--
He has ADHD but nothing can distract him from you
Except for squirrels
He's like a puppy!
He curls up on your lap like a cat tho
Is touching you constantly
Holding your hand, kissing your cheek, hugging you from behind, playing with your hair
Gareth really, really loves when you ask him to teach you to play his drums?
He'll sit you on his lap
Or on the side of the stool (cough cough, Heartstopper--)
And he'll direct your hands
It's the softest thing ever
One time you got really mad and he let you take it out on his drums
You may have busted through one--
It sounded absolutely terrible but it helped you a lot
Gareth was watching in awe the whole time
"How did I get so lucky to get you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You just look so beautiful."
He doesn't really like those typical pet names like babe or baby
He hates them, actually (or he claims to, he thinks they'll make him seem less tough, so he calls you babe and baby and sweetheart when none of the Hellfire guys are around)
So he'll call you something like fruit loop or chick flick
It doesn't make any sense to anyone but you guys
It's so stupid
Specifically loves calling you the one thing that makes you blush in front of the Hellfire Club
Because they'll ask you about it and tease you about it for the rest of lunch/the campaign
He's always telling them to shut up but he loves it because it means you'll sit on his lap and bury your face in his neck
"Gareth, make them stop," You'll whine.
"I don't think I will," Gareth will whisper in your ear and rub up and down your back.
Gareth will either pay 100% attetion to you or the campaign there is no in between
He gets super invested and won't take his eyes off the dice or his character sheet
But when you're at his house, he will not take his eyes off you for a second
Unless you're in the bathroom
He's respectful
And random kisses?
Hard kisses, too
It's stupid, he knows, but he sees those couples making out against lockers and wishes it was you and him
And you've done it once or twice
Not in a crowded hallway though
Gareth likes showing you off but your kisses are private
Well, not all of them
Just like... the rough ones
Which is 90% of them
(I'm not even half done, hang on to your butts, brochacos)
Gareth gets jealous so easily
If he sees you talking to Eddie or Jeff or Mike or Dustin or Lucas or (Freak 1, as he's known--)
He will freak the fuck out
Hugging you from behind, tugging on your hair, pulling you away, distracting you
"Gareth, babe, stop it!"
"Yeah, but we're gonna be late!"
"... late for what?"
"EXACTLY! LET'S GO!"
Gareth Emerson cannot lie for shit
So you always know when he's just jealous and wants you all to himself
But like... you have a life.
He likes to smell your hair...
Don't take that the wrong way he just really loves the way it smells
The coconut or strawberry or whatever
And he likes running his hands through your hair
Short or long, he doesn't give a flying fuck as long as you like it
He kind of likes it long though because you taught him how to braid
He's not good at it but he likes doing it because it's rythmic and gives him something to do
"Gareth!"
"I didn't do it!"
"Yes, you did!"
He acts like a toddler and has the anger issues of one
Which is super adorable but you also hate it--
It's like babysitting for free
But you love him so it doesn't matter
He's so sweet, too
Gareth will do anything for you
Jump off a bridge? Of course! Stick his drumsticks in his ears and make stupid faces? Sure! Kiss you in the rain? ~Chick flick~ Put on heels and take a polaroid photo? ...*questioning your relationship* Yes.
He's a lil stupid but it's okay
"Gareth, can we go home now? I just wanna spend time with you."
"Oh, come on, we just got here! What's the rush?"
"Babe. Can we go, please?"
"Y/n, can we please stay here?"
"I want you."
"I want you, too, you're my girl/boy/theyfriend."
"You're an idiot."
Gareth loves when you play with his hair
Carding your fingers through it, fiddling with the ends of it, braiding it a lil bit because it looks so cute--
He's easily overwhelmed, probably
Only at like parties and shit, not that you go to a lot of those
But the few you do go to?
He's begging to get the fuck out of there
"Y/n, can we just go, I don't like this, there's too many people here--"
"Just a few more minutes, okay? Then I promise we can leave, baby."
Melts like butter under your fingers if you call him baby
Gareth absolutely adores being called baby
But not around his friends
He has a reputation to keep up!
Gareth will be tough around them and again, like a puppy with you
I present to you...
✨Gareth Emerson✨, the most underrated side character in Stranger Things
#gareth stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things 4 volume 2#stranger things x reader#st4#stranger things imagine#st4 volume 2#gwydion lashlee walton#gareth emerson x reader#gareth emerson#Caden's sCribbles
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GUYS. GUYS.
As some of us warriors fans know, BrambleClaw nor GrayStripe deserved to be deputy (maybe Bramble but he became a bitchy leader) so I GOT AN IDEA!!!
In the fight of bloodClan, where WhiteStorm dies and FireStar announces GrayStripe deputy. Well, what if he chose LongTail to be the new deputy instead??
LongTail then chooses to retire (fuck forced retirement because he got blinded. blind cats are actually really good hunters so he and JayFeather could be like the hunters of the clan alongside SandStorm) and instead of FireStar choosing bramble to be deputy, he chooses CloudTail?? (BrakenFur would be a good choice as well.)
Then, when FireStar dies, CloudTail becomes leader insteaddddd???
AND, what if this is the same au where FeatherTail gets saved by Squirrel and the same au where BrightHeart dies instead of SwiftPaw??
BrambleStar’s nine lives included FeatherTail so imma switch it up a lil bit.
CLOUDSTAR’S NINE LIVES:
1. FireStar, a life of courage to make the hardest decisions.
2. BrindleFace, a life of understanding the love of a mother. ( this life was originally given to BrambleStar by GoldenFlower but golden isn’t cloud’s mother )
3. BlueStar, A life of clear judgement of character.
4. MouseFur, a life of listening to your elders.
5. LionHeart, a life of having the greatest pride in your clan.
6. FernCloud, a life of honoring queens.
7. CinderPelt, a life of offering second chances.
8. BrightPaw, a life of exploring the borders beyond your clan. ( this life was originally given to BrambleStar by FeatherTail: But this is the same au where Feather and Swift survive so BRIGHT IT IS)
9. RavenPaw, a life of speaking out against injustice.
Thank you for your time <333
( @featherfrond and @espressopaw what do we think??)
#warrior cats#cats#wcue#warriors#warriors au#warrior cats au#I just might make fanart of this#just MIGHT#firestar wc#BrambleClaw wc#GrayStripe wc#cloudtail wc#BrindleFace wc#bluestar wc#mousefur wc#LionHeart wc#ferncloud wc#CinderPelt wc#BrightPaw wc#BrightHeart wc#RavenPaw wc#I love the idea of cloud becoming lead instead of Brambloser <33#all lives where stolen directly form the book except life 2 and 8#:>#Than cloud retires and BAM SquirrelStar#SquirrelStar wc#SquirrelFlight wc
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ATEEZ — most to least likely to push you off the swing
gn!reader , crack & a lil fluff , cw: swearing
— could technically be read as a stand alone but is a bonus to this mtl
wooyoung: you guessed it! does it on purpose, and laughs really fuckin hard, deal with it. (promise he’s careful about it secretly, he doesn’t actually wanna hurt you, you’re his lovely baby and he loves you so much i hate him give me one)
mingi: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT he underestimated his strength and he FREAKS OUT when you fall off. won’t stop apologizing or asking if you’re okay and only stops when you agree to push him off the swing too
yeosang: tells you it was an accident and that he underestimated his strength i mean look at his arms that’s pretty plausible no? no. because he can’t hide the smirk that’s fighting it’s way onto his face and he bursts out laughing so loud when you start chasing him angrily. finally apologizes when you have your arm wrapped around his neck (:
jongho: listen, he just was a little nervous, you actually asked to go the playground, then an old lady called you a cute couple, and you asked him if he could push you really high. he just kinda forgot that he’s strong as fuck and you just faceplant into the sand. p a n i c s, then definitely laughs when he’s sure you’re okay
yunho: honestly it only happens when he gets distracted and a little overexcited at the same time. like you told him it was fine if he pushed harder, but then a cute little kid ran past and he looked away at the wrong time so his hand placement on your back was weird and flop down to the ground you go. legit picks you up, but is laughing as he apologizes
seonghwa: he’d never like push you off of the swing, but! if he’s pushing you on the swing and a child runs by or something and he thinks you might hit the kid, he yanks you off of the swing, no mercy. valid tho, don’t wanna bash a kid in the face with your feet or whatever. (totally is super sweet about it after, making sure you’re okay… not before he checks on the kid tho)
san: idk it just feels like it wouldn’t happen with him. there’d have to be some wild combination of both of you being distracted af, like you’re not holding on properly bc that squirrel is really cute, and san’s lookin behind himself at the sky and oOPS he missed the right spot and ya fell off. feels super bad tho and won’t let you stand up until he’s inspected every inch of you
hongjoong: you: *falls off of the swing* “hongjoong, what the fuck, why would you push me off?” hongjoong: *is sitting on the bench* nah mans doesn’t push you on the swings in the first place, in his mind, swings are there to sit on and have deep convos at night, if you fell off, it was on you :// but if you do fall, he does get up to check on you. laughs but still helps you get up
#not a crack thought but the concept of ateez pushing you on a swing is a lil too cute for me crying#ateez#ateez fluff#ateez crack#ateez headcanons#ateez mtl#ateez fic#ateez scenarios#ateez reactions#ateez oneshot#ateez angst#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#hongjoong fluff#seonghwa fluff#yunho fluff#yeosang fluff#san fluff#mingi fluff#wooyoung fluff#jongho fluff
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do you think when Kirk thinks he’s making a subtle expression, Spock is like BOY I SEE YOU! on account of coming from the face reading school of Vulcan? And in that case are Kirk’s bigger expressions clearer or more foreign? The way that one alien lady from ds9 smiles when she’s ready to kick off.
ack-shul-leeeee i kind of wondered for a sec if spock was like, total ass at reading human faces because vulcans only really do micro-expressions and that shit might look too exaggerated on him, but then i remember he has/had his mom to practice on. then i almost said "haha none of kirk's expressions are subtle" to dunk on william shatner but actually. they can be and are. he over-exaggerates the big ones like anger and affection (those heart-eyes he makes...........sir what the hell was all of that), but he's actually really reserved when it comes to Pain And Anguish™. hold on where's that one gifset hold on hold on i have to go find it. wait right here just one sec
okay i found it. that took like thirty minutes sorry for the wait. anyway as i was saying he's pretty buttoned up when he's sad i guess bc thats what Men Did in the 60s. and i bet thats when spock is like BOY I SEE YOU! because absolutely no way is spock oblivious to any expression kirk or bones makes ever. i hate those episodes that paint him like he doesn't get emotions...he certainly fucking does, he PRETENDS not to, because he thinks they make him lesser. DON'T get him mixed up with data, they are opposites not the same. like ok maybe he doesn't always get some of the "unreasonable" ones but that just puts him on the autism spectrum, he's not fucking stupid! galileo seven my enemy >:( sorry my point is he cares the most about those guys so he would be analyzing their microexpressions while also doing advanced calculus or whatever else he does. kirk doesn't analyze him back kirk probably just naturally get used to his lil microexpressions but i bet bones studies him like a bug on a slide so he can call out every twitch of every eyelash and shake him like a dog with a squirrel.
also, thanks for mentioning my best friend kira in this ask. i love her
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Hey hey hey.
Have you heard of Rainworld.
Have you heard of the Spearmaster.
It seems up your alley :)
Ohhhhh I have NOT heard of rainworld.
*one google search later*
OHHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOHO FUCK YEAH. LITTLE SEWING NEEDLE VAMPIRES I LOVE THAT FOR THEM!!! THE SILLY!!!
funky lil spiny squirrel dudes this is delightful thank you <3
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Now your turn to tell us your fav brazilian animals! >:3
LOVE YOU A LOT, JESS!!!
LEMME SEE!!!! because there is LOTS of fav ones but i'll do a top 10 i guess vamo ver
Ocelots aka Jaguatirica because it's cute but also scarry as fuck look at this beauty!!!!!
2. Harpy Eagle because they are so pretty AND HUGE like SO HUGE YOU NON BRAZILIANS HAVE NO IDEA OF HOW HUGE HARPIAS ARE IT'S SCARY, BREATHTAKING, AMAZING, HORRIFYNG, UNIQUE AND SPECIAL
3. Maned Wolf because majestic, stylish, cute, amazing!!!! these boots are made for walking idk I love them and I wish I could protect every and each one of those beautiful and precious creatures
4. Giant Anteater because also is so majestic, funny little fellow, kinda cute and scarry keep you in your toes
5. onça-pintada (jaguar is so lame come on) because another cute kitten pspspsps I LOVE ONÇAS SO MUCH
6. quero-quero the deadliest animal on the planet, not even kidding this mf will murder you and your family if you see one of these just run and pray
7. boto (married-woman-eater) no but really so funny and cute how can you not love boto???? look at this lil smile?????
8. jupará aka kinkajou because its so cute and adorable and I adore their little hands and I fear their little claws
9. ariranha aka giant otter because cute, deadly, moisturized, living the best life on the water and again look at those cute and harmful paws, just precious and evil
10. last but not least my beloved alma-de-gato aka squirrel cuckoo because it's so cute i love the tail feathers, their singing is so beautiful and they carry this special aura with them
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Camp trip! (Lambert X Aiden modern AU)
Gathering all the supplies, they headed off to a clearing in the woods. Their boots shuffled through the grass, and as they went, more sounds of nature could be heard. Aiden could make out squirrels chattering, leaves crunching, birds singing, insects churring, and the rustling of bushes. Ferns fanned out beautifully, accompanying the dense trees along the unpaved path. Aiden does his best not to get distracted while carrying the sizable cooler with Lambert. Lil' Bleater kept getting too close to Aiden, trying to nibble on his shirt while he wasn't looking. Eskel had to move her away often, but his shirt had little goat-teeth marks anyway.
"It's a tradition at this point," Lambert says with a sly expression.
"It was yours anyway," Aiden retorted. It was a lie, but Lambert still scrunched his face.
Once they reach the halfway point, the sun begins going down. Jaskier endeavored to find words that rhyme with silver with Ciri, but he accidentally put his rhyme scheme in a corner. Their freestyle song turned into an awkward pause, and Geralt did his best to repress his grin. All the white-haired brother could do was readjust the strap of Ciri's backpack to fit around his buff shoulder.
"Maybe liver? No, that doesn't sound right," Jaskier mused.
"Chilver!" Ciri beams.
"Oh, yes! Chilver," the musician continues with his song.
Eskel had to roll a fallen tree with Geralt out of the way of the merry crew. The blizzard that came this year killed the weaker trees in the forest.
They reached another stopping point to trade off duties. It was Lambert's turn to be on Ciri duty; Jaskier and Eskel carried over the cooler. Aiden lost track of what Jaskier was talking about at this point; it was like white noise now. Ciri watched birds hop around in a bush. Aiden had joined her in staring.
"Wanna freak out Uncle Lambert?" She spoke in a hushed tone.
"Yes." A wicked smile develops on Aiden's face.
Ciri reached out to the bushes, scaring away the birds. A Grand-Daddy Long-Legs was sheltered in the underbrush, using the leaves as a hiding spot. "You won't hurt them, right?" she says as she freezes.
"No, I swear," Aiden says, nodding.
"Here, they don't bite." She puts the spider in Aiden's hand. He let it travel the length of his lower arm, coaching it to the other hand when it tried to move too far up.
"What are you doing?" Lambert walked over to get a look. "Eck! Put that down, you fucker." Lambert shrinks away
Aiden watches the spider dance on his fingers. "I think it's neat."
"Ewww," groans the shorter man.
Aiden decides to put him in a bush free of birds, and it disappears into the woodland. Lambert leers at him from afar, barely concealed behind Geralt. "Wait till he learns Cat likes eating spiders."
"He fucking what?" Lambert makes a disgusted face.
They stop in their tracks as they leave the tree line. Finally, they reached the lake when the sun was almost gone. Geralt's hands felt along the rough tree bark, his fingers memorizing the texture.
The sun had gone down by now, causing a lovely warm gradient. The lake glimmered beautifully in the remaining light, its mass spanning from the muddy shore to a small island. Gentle sounds of nature keep them company; no wonder why Geralt liked this. The sun-kissed Aiden's skin felt fine in the heat, despite the uncomfortable sweat forming.
"I'll bring the packs over, then get you," Eskel said.
Eskel and Jaskier placed the cooler in the boat and rested on the shore. Lil' Bleater hopped in the boat without hesitation, a real ride-or-die goat. From what Lambert stated about how well Lil' Bleater is taken care of, it made sense.
Ciri was preoccupied with identifying the ducks on the lake's surface. Her dad waited patiently for her answer.
Ciri looked over to Geralt and then said, "Mallard?"
Geralt nods and says, "Good job, cub."
It's nice to see such a good father. Aiden leaned against a tree, observing the wholesome scene.
"Checking out my brother?" Lambert rolls his eyes.
"Jealous, hm?" Aiden pokes the tip of his nose. "Don't worry, you'll get my attention."
Lambert scrunches his nose, shooing his finger away.
"This place is beautiful, habibi," Aiden laughs, allowing Lambert to take up the free space beside him.
Lambert hums, tilting slightly toward him. "Yeah, hopefully, a boat doesn't tip over this year."
Geralt turned to look over at Lambert, giving him the driest look possible.
"It was an accident," Lambert huffed. Aiden wasn't sure what that meant, but there was definitely a story there.
Aiden bites his lip before saying, "Lamb, there's something I should tell you."
"What?"
"I can't swim."
"You can't swim."
"Nope." Aiden had an uneasy smile.
"No one taught you?"
"Nope."
"Well, you're in luck. Lambert was actually on the swim team in high school. He is damn good at it too," Geralt said, walking with Ciri from the shore.
Sweet gods, apparently he was dating a man with a million talents. "Oh~, I have a handsome lifeguard as my boyfriend," Aiden coos.
Jaskier snorts at that, breaking Geralt's composure.
Once Eskel returned with the other boat in tow, the others got a move on. Ciri was helped into the boat by Eskel. Aiden nervously looked at the boat he was expected to get in, he was sure Lambert wouldn't drown him on purpose.
"Relax, Kitten. You'll be fine," Lambert said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Geralt and Jaskier were boarding the other boat; Jaskier made a surprised expression at the nickname, then quickly went back to the task at hand.
"Don't be worried. I'm sure Lambert doesn't wanna lose you. Where would he find another free chef?" Eskel kids.
With impressive aim, Lambert hit Eskel square on the forehead with his reusable plastic water bottle. Eskel chuckles, taking it like a champ.
He'll have to challenge Lambert to knife throwing sometime, and possibly have competition aside from Gaetan.
"Maybe Lambert can teach you to swim?" Ciri added. She peeks over at the man in question.
Aiden sensed his embarrassment returning.
Lambert snorts, "That sounds like a wonderful idea."
The tanner man stopped him from shrinking into himself. Hopefully, Lambert won't try to get him back for the spider thing. The men were left on the dock to wait for Eskel. Lambert looked over at him before reaching out to hold Aiden's hand. Even at that dinner, Lambert was anxious about showing him love in front of his family. He knows by now that it's not because he's ashamed of being with a man. This was something he was trained to hide, much like Aiden himself.
The taller man locked his hand firmly around Lambert's, both staring into the lake.
"Thanks for coming here, Aiden."
Aiden brings him closer, kissing him. "Sorry about being late, work got in the way... And I was worried."
"Worried?"
"I want your family to like me, I know how much this means to you."
Lambert sets a hand on the back of his neck, dragging him down to kiss again. "Trust me, if they didn't like you, you would know already."
They lost track of time sitting on the dock edge, snuggling up to each other.
"Love birds, I'm back," Eskel called, rowing towards them.
Aiden practically fell on his side as Lambert moved off him.
"Fucking finally," Lambert huffed, still flushed.
"Yeah, yeah. Get on the boat!" Eskel rolled his eyes.
Aiden, with a large sigh, stepped onto the boat. Lambert sat where the oars were placed.
Aiden was sure he looked skittish as all hell right now.
As the boats started moving, he used all his willpower not to death-grip the side. All his suaveness left his body once he stepped aboard.
Lambert removed his sweaty shirt and tossed it into the space between them before beginning to row.
"Trying to distract me?" Aiden shakily jokes.
"Is it working?" Lambert grins.
Eskel ignores the sappiness, more interested in observing the current move. Lambert rows in a steady rhythm, trying to make the trip quick without terrorizing Aiden.
"Definitely makes it better," Aiden said, eyeing his biceps moving in rotations.
He wouldn't stop messing with his hair, and truth be told, he'd been nervous about this trip for two days now. Lambert keeps his focus on paddling. Why did Eskel have to say something about drowning?
"You like birds, do you?" Lambert broke the silence.
It was more of a weird fascination about them for Aiden. "Uh, yes?"
"Look beside you," Lambert says, pointing to the left side of the boat.
There was a flock of ducks on the lake, most of which weren't swimming. Aiden eyed them for a long time and asked, "Why aren't they moving?"
"They're asleep."
"They sleep on the water?"
"You have a whole book in your apartment about ornithology. How do you not know?"
Aiden huffed defensively, "I don't read half the books Coen gives me!"
"Then why do you keep accepting them?"
"I want to be polite!"
They continued their meaningless argument until Aiden let out a dramatic sigh. He went back to watching the ducks, a cheeky smile on his face. Lambert swallowed whatever he was going to say since he didn't have his boyfriend's full attention. Eskel silently chuckled at the ridiculousness of the two. Aiden's anxiety was still there, but it had eased a great deal. He didn't think babbling would be such a useful distraction.
They reached the dock soon, to Aiden's relief. He gripped onto Eskel a bit too hard when being helped out of the boat.
"See, you're alive, and you didn't piss yourself," Lambert snorts from the boat.
"You don't have your phone, do you?" Aiden says, twitching his lips.
"Nah, I gave it to Eskel." The paler man raised an eyebrow before realization crashed on him.
Aiden beams over at Eskel, who seems to be on board with him. The two grabbed the side of the boat facing them, lifting it as Lambert cursed.
Lambert wobbled off the boat into the lake. It takes a second for his head to pop out of the water with a scowl.
Aiden didn't account for how fast Lambert could swim or that they were a few feet from the shore.
Now a soaking wet Lambert was rushing toward land. Aiden turns on his feet, running in the direction of the cabin's backyard. His boyfriend may be one hell of a swimmer, but Aiden knows how to run like his life depends on it. Lambert ignored Eskel in favor of chasing him around the house. The others were staring at them as Aiden made his fourth lap around the house. He was so caught up in running forward that he didn't realize Lambert had turned to run the opposite way. He soon found himself staring right at Lambert as he hooked another corner.
"Got ya!" Lambert shouted. Aiden didn't have enough time to dodge being picked up by his waist. "Now, what to do with you?"
Aiden was amazed that he could lift him so easily, given how tall he was. "I have ideas," he hums, wrapping his legs around Lambert.
"You don't while Ciri is here," Geralt says from across the yard.
"Later, I guess." Aiden chooses before Lambert releases him.
After overseeing the two act like idiots, everyone went back to setting up camp for the night.
The night breeze hit Lambert's wet form, making him shiver. He marched to his suitcase, retrieving some clothes. "I'm going to shower and change," he says to the group, then captures Aiden's hand.
"No ideas," Geralt reminds him as he fishes his keys out of his pocket. Tossing the keys to Lambert, he drags the leaner man behind him.
They stepped through the front door, leading into the living room. Lambert hits the lights before marching any further. The place was simple, with neutral walls and no accent colors. Even with its lack of pigment, it was carefully made to be comfortable.
There was a rather cozy couch, and by looking at the blanket, you could tell it was soft.
Lambert pulled Aiden away from eyeing Geralt's home decorating skills to take him to the hall bathroom.
"Why didn't you ask your brothers to decorate your place?" Aiden wonders.
"I didn't care what it looked like until you showed up," Lambert retorts while using a towel to collect the water dripping on the floor.
Aiden made a contemplative sound before obtaining a rag to wipe the grime off himself.
He knew this could be nothing, but he couldn't help but think those words meant more. He didn't magically solve Lambert's problems; that was never his goal. He wanted to be there for him in the same way his family was there for him.
(author's note: Habibi means my love or my dear)
#the witcher#art#artists on tumblr#fanart#aiden the witcher#lambert#aiden x lambert#modern au#fanfic
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i already edited that other post to hell so here's a continued list of my favorite hivemind bits
- "NO ONE can do 1/16th of audio like quaDEYca..."
- quadeca's new hair
- "drake is more well received than kanye" "til he fucks YOUR kid"
- "i said yung lean" "i said drake."
- graydon's g spot / "we found it! high five brother"
- "happy by pharrell featuring kendrick lamar" "kendrick is on happy?" "isn't he?"
- quadeca putting commercial jingles on his album
- *singing like frank sinatra* "🎶he from the bronx so i know that he dirty🎶"
- graydon recognizing a bill evans sample but blanking out on lucid dreams by juice wrld
- dj grant using that one pic of drake
- "the worst he could've done was turn [a public school] into a private school" "yeah" "where people like you would've went"
- graydon stealing a tuba from his high school and selling it on ebay
- gabi belle discovering who yeat is
- the in depth conservation about lil waynes nudes / my name's graydon weaver and i speak for the perverts
- "who would you rather switch lives with, nav or bo burnham" "nav" "why?" "bo burnham is like, a little bit worse than me"
- "i put pierre bourne" "i put tupac shakur" "the answer is ed sheeran"
- quadeca singing the bulgarian national anthem
- rileys ash ketchum impression
- the notification high is wearing off
- chris stapleton cuban cigars
- "what if donald trump dropped his summer playlist and it was fucking gas"
- ice spice burping and spitting a little at the knicks name
- "we're tied up! you love being tied up!"
- british mr beast
- it's cuffing season daddy
- the holy smokes incident
- graydon and quad tying their hoodie strings together
- riley drawing the hollister logo from memory as an answer
- graydons mom massaging the dogs
- the top answer on the survey "what do you want to be remembered for?' being "my huge cock"
- "did u know if a praying mantis was the size of a chrysler sienna it could fucking murder you"
- "there comes a time in a man's life when you gotta stop rubbing chocolate all over your body every morning, and just put on a suit and go to work!"
- a squirrel tries to get into their office and graydon says "fuckin' fans..."
- the 9/11 reenactment
- don't break me heart
- the sexuality vortex
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