“ love ” falls somewhere between “ecstasy” and “trust”

Peaches Part Three- Circuit

Part three is here!

As always, feedback is always welcome.

I had been showing Bucky and teaching him about the basics of texting and emojis. He had decided early on that the lady dancing in the red dress was his favorite. Said something about it reminding him of an easier time, his expression so thoughtful and soft, but never elaborated more than that.

Our food had been eaten, pie and all, the plates moved and long forgotten. Eventually vanishing from the table without my noticing.

We moved on from texting and emojis much earlier in the night and moved on to GIF's and how they worked and were commonly used. This resulted in us having a GIF war. Sending them back and forth trying to get the other to laugh harder than the other.

I hated to admit that he was easily the winner. He was so funny in such a quiet way.

I'd never been so determined to get someone to laugh. Bucky seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. When he laughed, it seemed to lift and lessen the load slightly. Plus watching his eyes shine with such carefree joy was another intoxicating matter.

My cheeks had started to hurt from all of our laughter. I hadn't realized how snuggled up we'd gotten throughout our time sitting together, until Olivia came over to break the news of her leaving for the night. My side was completely smashed against Bucky's, his arm thrown over the back of the booth behind me and we both huddled together with our phones clutched between us in our laps.

"Alright you two giggle worms, I'm out of here for the night."

I looked across Bucky at her to see a broad grin. I couldn't help the shy smirk that covered my face and the hint of a blush on my cheeks. I broke out of my embarrassment long enough to give her a quizzical look, "Already?" I turned my gaze back over to Bucky to see his eyes widen at the time displayed on his phone.

"It's after ten." He pursed his lips before surprised eyes met mine, "I'm so sorry I've kept you so late doll, especially with the day you've had." He gave me an apologetic smile while pocketing his phone.

We both made our way out of the booth and I started shrugging off Bucky's jacket, feeling the stiffness that had settled into my muscles. I glanced around the diner to see it was empty besides the three of us in the main dining area and the cook cleaning something in the back. Smiling as I gave his jacket it back to him.

"Liv!" I called out as she was about to leave through the backdoors of the kitchen, "We haven't paid our bills yet." I immediately started fumbling through my bag to find my wallet, when Olivia's twinkling laugh halted my search, my gaze lifting to meet hers.

"Baby, he paid for your meals

forever

ago." Her eyes met Bucky's, filled with humor before they both turned their gaze to me. Bucky gave me a halfhearted apologetic shrug, while Liv gaves me a wink and blew us both a kiss goodbye.

"See you next week, and please try and take it easy." She gave me a stern glare before turning and walking out of the doors into the kitchen.

My eyes met Bucky's as we walked to the door, I shouted a final goodbye and thank you to Teddy, the cook, before walking through the door Bucky, yet again, held open for me. I immediately turned to block Bucky's path with my arms folded. Trying, and I'm sure failing, to look intimidating.

"That's two meals in a row, Mr. Bucky." I gave him the best false scowl I was able to muster before continuing, "It was my turn to pay, especially with how I acted last week." My senses finally took notice of the rain that was still currently falling, creating dark speckles on my sweater.

I met his amused gaze as he studied me, "I owe you for teaching me about modern technology." He stepped closer to me lifting and wrapping his jacket around my shoulders as he spoke. I whispered a thank you as I held the gap of fabric closed, welcoming the warmth and smell that was now known as Bucky.

"No more apologizing for last week either, deal?" He questioned as his grasp lingered on my arms before lightly sliding down and dropping, sending tingles through my body.

I let my eyes wander all that was Bucky, bright eyes and raised waiting brows with a hidden smile at the corner of his lips. Dark chestnut hair that had somehow ended up getting pulled away from his face as we ate, he said something about cutting it soon since it was starting to drive him crazy, broad shoulders and pure muscle. Not in a beef head, gym rat kind of way. But well-kept healthy way. I could only hope he thought I was just thinking of the agreement and not shamelessly checking him out. That'd be quite embarrassing.

My eyes met his again, expression unchanged as he waited. I jokingly rolled my eyes, "Fine, deal." I extending my hand for him to shake.

A broad smile split his face, wrinkling the corner of his eyes as he grasped my hand, his swallowing mine. Giving it a single shake before releasing me again.

"How are you getting home doll?" Bucky's concerned gaze met mine before he searched the surrounding area around us.

"I only live about a mile or so East of here, I could use the exercise." I gave him a small sweep of my hand to show it wasn't a big deal. With a small smile, I started shrugging off his jacket, my heart ached at the loss of heat, and if I was honest with myself the familiarity of Bucky.

He quickly halted my actions with outstretched hands stopping his jacket from leaving my frame completely, accompanied by a look of disapproval. "I don't need that back, I'm not cold." He quickly readjusted the jacket before meeting my eyes with a look of nervous hesitation.

"Can I give you a ride? I don't like thinking about you walking around this time of night, especially after everything that's happened today." Bucky's shy gaze kept focused on the ground, his right hand coming to rest at the nape of his neck.

"Honestly, that would be amazing." I gave him a bright smile before pointing a finger at him, "You just have to promise not to kill me and throw my corpse in an alleyway."

Bucky's jaw dropped and had an expression of pure shock and worry filling his face. His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"It's a joke, relax!" I giggled and gave his upper arm a gentle pat.

A small embarrassed smile broke out on his face before he shook his head at me, pulling out a pair of keys causing a black Audi to flash its lights before purring to life.

My eyes widened at the vehicle, "Bucky my clothes are still damp, I don't want to get your car all dirty." I watched as Bucky opened the passenger door, waiting for me to enter.

I took a step away from the car. Like me just being near the expensive thing was catastrophic. He met my gaze with a quizzical smile before leaving the door open and walking towards me."There is no way you're going to do any harm to that car," He nodded his head in the direction of the thing in question. "Plus, if it makes you feel any better," he looked down at the keys in his hand before meeting my concerned eyes. "That's my," He hesitated for a moment as if searching for the right word, "Friends car. He lets me drive it when I can't ride my bike. The guy can be a complete ass at times, so if the car gets even a little dirty, it's well deserved."

I looked behind him at the car again before pursing my lips, he motioned his body towards the car, silently asking me to hop in, with a playful grin that only widened as I made my way towards the open door.

I gave Bucky a quiet thank you as I settled my body into the seat. He had his right hand on the top corner of the door, holding it in place as I got more comfortable. He quickly checked over me to make sure I was okay before gently closing the door for me. Giving me a small smile.

As I waited for Bucky to make his way around to the driver's side door, my ears picked up the soft and pained voice of Billie Holiday singing about some trees and fruit playing through the speakers in a low volume.

Bucky quickly opened his door and settled beside me, turning down the music while he closed the door before bringing his focus onto me.

"Alright, where to doll?" He asked as he watched me pull his jacket closer, he quickly moved to the temperature dial, turning it on full heat and the vents on full blast. "Sorry, I don't get cold too easily. This should heat up fast though."

I let out a stunned giggle as I looked at the pristine interior of the car. Confused blue eyes met my own, "Who the hell is this friend that lets you borrow a car that's worth more than my annual salary? Can he be my friend too?" I asked in a joking tone.

Bucky let out a laugh that was joined with an eye roll, "You can have him. He's a pain in my ass." He quickly lost the smile that had been on his face and pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression on his face. He blinked a few times, rapidly, before he put the car in reverse. "You said East, right?" He looked over at me in question before looking in the rearview mirror, backing out slowly.

"Yeah, you just turn left at the second light." I glanced over at him while starting to buckle my seatbelt, noticing he had yet to do the same. "Aren't you going to put on your seatbelt?" I asked, giving him a look of concern. "It's the law ya know." I said, humor evident in my voice.

He looked over at me with a sheepish look and shy smile, before reaching to pull at the seatbelt. "I keep forgetting these things exist."

I let out a chuckle before turning my gaze out the windshield. I watched as the rain slowly dropped and decorated the glass, creating mini constellations before vanishing with the swipe of the wipers.

As we approached the second light, I gave Bucky some directions and watched as he glanced over his shoulder to switch lanes to turn, slowly coming to a stop as the light was red.

"Thank you by the way." Bucky turned his head towards me, a look of confusion displayed on his face. Brows scrunched and lips pursed at my comment, left hand resting on the steering wheel and the right holding the gearshift between us, waiting on me to elaborate.

I gestured towards the dashboard, "For the ride." Bucky turned from me to face the road, accelerating as the light changed green.

He looked back towards me as he got the car settled on the new road, meeting my eyes, his lips slightly upturned at the corners. "Course doll. It's the least I could do." He gave me a full grin before turning his attention back to the road. "I couldn't consider myself a gentleman if I left a sweet dame like yourself to get herself home in weather like this, at this time of night." I smiled down at my hands at his comment and use of vocabulary, murmuring a soft thanks to him.

"In another three lights ahead." I squinted my eyes in thought, "I believe the streets called Monroe Way or something like that, you'll turn left again." I reached in my bag as I finished talking to search for my keys and planner that had all my notes for the new puppy page that I needed to start for Rachael to get a jump start on trying to find forever homes for the new litter of puppies.

"This is farther than a mile." Bucky scolded me and looked at me from the corner of his eye.

I glanced up at Bucky while fumbling through my bag, "I may have fibbed slightly. I felt bad and knew you'd worry." I let out a quiet laugh before I realized I was missing a very large and very important notebook, "Dammit, no!" I sighed heavily, dropping my shoulders in defeat.

"Everything okay over there?" Bucky asked, quickly glancing at me from the road.

I fumbled through my bag one last time before settling with the fact that I was an idiot who forgot the one thing that mattered most in my day to day life. "I think I left my planner at work." I brought a hand to my head gently massaging at the self-served irritation, before bringing my head back to rest against the seat. I closed eyes and let a slow breath out to try and calm my agitation.

That book contained everything about all the animals, what picture the staff decided on posting, dates of what to get done and how.

Literally everything.

I had hoped I could try and stay home tomorrow to just lay in bed and work from my laptop, but now I'd need to go in just because I was an absolute idiot and forgot the one thing I depended on the most. Tomorrow was going to be hell.

"Do you want me to stop by the shelter before I drop you at your house?" He looked towards me, meeting my eyes and caught my hesitation, "I don't mind."

He held my gaze before continuing, "Cross my heart." He gave me a coy smile before looking back at the road.

A small smile broke out on my face before I started directing him towards the shelter.

As Bucky pulled into the lot and found a place to park, I looked around at the night staff's cars. I hoped I could avoid them and the questions that were bound to arise due to me showing up with a guy, late at night.

I quickly searched through my bag to grab the keys to the shelter. As I went to reach for the handle to open the door, the door started opening. At first, I thought the car was so fancy that it opened itself, but that theory was quickly squashed as I caught Bucky's gaze, him holding the door awaiting my exit.

My shocked and wide eyes met his as he finished pulling open my door. "I didn't even hear you get out of the car." I turned my head to check his empty seat, "How did you get over to my side so quickly, Mr. Stealth?" I let out a small chuckle as I scooted and stretched out of my seat. Watching as he closed the door after me, "Thank you for getting my door, but I could have gotten it." I gave him a small grin while starting to head in the direction of the main doors before restarting the constant reoccurring struggle that is finding keys in a messy bag.

"I know you can get a door, I was just raised to get it for you out of respect." I looked up at him as I finally found the metal jerks that were the hide and seek champions in my bag. He gave me a shy smile before glancing ahead of us and checking the surrounding area, a habit I was sure he had gotten from being overseas.

"Well then thank you, kind sir." I gave him a small, joking curtsy before moving to unlock the doors, pulling them open quickly and holding it open for Bucky so we could get out of the light sprinkle of rain. He gave me a small laugh as I swept my hand in front of me in an "after you" gesture.

After he was in, he turned to face me, awaiting my guidance, stuffing both hands in the pockets of his jeans. I watched as he examined our main lobby area.

It wasn't much, white tile floors that resembled a hospital but made for an easy clean up that usually came with the messes of different animals. Walls a light almost white grey. We didn't have much furniture, just a small black plastic rollie chair for people to sit while filling out paperwork when adopting a lucky little lad or lass at our adoption desk in the back corner and an all-white half-circle giant desk in the center of the room that we used to greet and assist anyone that entered.

I went to ask him if he was okay with coming to the back offices with me but was stopped by a confused shout of my name.

I turned my body towards the sound to be met by Amber making her way towards us from down the hall, near our kitten room.

"What are you doing here? Rachael said you weren't going to be coming in for a couple days because of something coming up?" Amber was one of our younger staff members who doubled as a caretaker and vet tech. She could be a model if she wanted to, with her long auburn hair, that still was stunning even in the ponytail she was sporting, porcelain skin with a splatter of freckles across her nose and the most beautiful honey-toned brown eyes I'd ever seen. Her features were flooded with concern as she approached.

"I forgot my planner." I explained and her eyes immediately lit up with humor and she let out an airy laugh.

"You came all the way back here for your bible, I should have known." She laughed before she took notice of Bucky quietly standing behind me, her eyes squinting in what appeared to be recognition.

I took a step back so both could feel included within the conversation before Bucky spoke up, "Wait, I thought you left a planner?" Bucky looked over at me waiting for an answer, while Amber not so subtly checked him out before raising a brow at me.

"It's a nickname the staff here gave it. She follows that think and studies it more than most Christians follow the book of God." She extended her hand to Bucky, "I'm Amber, by the way, I work with the night time staff. You are?" Bucky took her hand in his, shaking it gently before dropping it and meeting her questioning stare.

"Bucky." He softly spoke, pocketing his hands again.

I watched as Amber's eyes widened in shock, looking between Bucky and me a few times before speaking up.

"I knew it! As in Barnes? The Winter Soldier, Captain America's 'best pal'?" I watched as he flinched at the title of Winter Soldier, taking a step back before his panicked gaze met mine. His body becoming tense and uncomfortable.

He watched me waiting for a reaction before speaking, "Uh, yeah that one." His eyes studied me for a moment before his ashamed gaze met the floor.

"Sorry, Amber but I'm kind of in a hurry, so we got to go. I'll Talk to you Sunday." I met Ambers still bulging eyes, her mouth struggling to find words to respond.

I gently took hold of the crook of Bucky's arm meeting his eyes with a warm comforting smile before dragging him away from her and to the safe haven of my secluded office.

As we made it into the hallway that leads to all the separate offices of the main team representatives, I quickly flipped on the lights for the closed off open space before running my gaze over Bucky to make sure he was alright.

I watched as he still struggled to maintain his nerves. Posture still tense and his left hand opened and closed rapidly, which I assumed was a nervous tick.

I tried lightening the mood and calm my nerves at the fact that I've been hanging out with a war hero from the 40's and current hero that works alongside the Avengers, mainly my home slice Hawkeye. But finally understanding his behavior and way of speaking.

"So, by old fashioned, you just meant you were actually born in the 1920s. Meaning you're just old." I chuckled and bumped my shoulder with his as we made our way to the final door in the hallway.

I watched as he studied and dissected my expression before deciding we were both okay, he let out a quiet huff before he chuckled. He relaxed his posture slightly, "1917 actually, which makes your statement worse since I'm older." He met my eyes, raising his eyebrows in mock shock. Before he gave me a bashful smile.

"Oh, my bad, I'm not much into history. The only reason I know anything about Captain America is because of the avengers and I only know his face, not his backstory." I grimaced at Bucky, "I'm more of a Hawkeye fan to be honest."  I quietly mumbled as I pulled open my office door. I was surprised when he let out an actual belly laugh.

I flipped on my lights and was immediately overcome with embarrassment at how filthy my desk and floor were. Papers stung all over, none of the fake wood could be seen underneath the chaos that was my flyers and spreadsheets. Not to mention the dog toys and bones littering all over my floor for when I bring my dog in with me or bring in one of the dogs from the adoption floor so they can get some interaction while I was in the office, or to just have a break from the chaos that could come with the adoption section.

"Sorry about the mess," I said as I made my way around some of the plush squeaky toys, "This past week has been," I paused looking for a word that fully encompassed the struggle it had been, but came up empty and let out a quiet huff, "it's just been a week." I shook my head as I moved some of the stacks of paper around on my desk in search of the well-worn back spiral notebook that was used as my planner.

I let out a celebratory shriek as my hands wrapped around my planner, bringing it to my chest much like a toddler would do with a teddy bear they had lost.

A deep chuckle broke me out of my little victory. I looked over at Bucky, still standing in the doorway. I met his bright eyes that were filled with humor and his lips accompanied by a small smile. His body was back to being as relaxed as before running into Amber.

His gaze moved back down to the floor as he gently kicked one of the many bones lying there, "What's made this week so hard?" His eyes glanced up, pools of blue showing nothing but concern.

"Well, the good, hard, thing is the litter of puppies that were born here the other day. Eight of em. Cute as hell, but resources and finances are already tight. The other not so great challenge, that has helped with my scatterbrain, is our location for Adoption Days dropped out. They double-booked and the other booking offered more than we could, so now I only have a couple of weeks to find a new pet-friendly location." I quickly tucked my planner into my bag so I wouldn't risk losing it again while meeting Bucky back at the doorway. "So, there is a massive time crunch and I refuse to cancel. Adoption Days is when we adopt out most of our animals here."

Before I was able to place my bag back on my shoulder, I quickly shimmied out of Bucky's jacket. "Thank you for letting me use this, sorry it's probably still damp." I winced as I placed it into Bucky's hand and reached for one of the spare jackets I kept on the rack behind my door in case of an emergency.

A tender expression covered his face as he met my gaze, "I think I'll survive." He let out a deep chuckle before continuing, a look of embarrassment taking over, "I know you're probably completely exhausted but, could I maybe meet those puppies before we head out?" He glanced away from my face and down at the floor, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck.

A warm smile lit up my face, "Of course. I could give you a full-blown tour too, give you some VIP treatment since it's only you and some staff." I went to loop my arm through his but abruptly stopped. He had let me grab his arm before, but I didn't want to cross any lines.

My knowledge with the best friend of the local and historical hero, Captain America, was extremely limited. What I did know was that Bucky had been through way more than any service member should ever have to go through. He was used as a war machine of Hydra, had the world against him and was having to cope with the crimes he didn't have any choice in committing. Granted that blame should fall on the organization that made him do it and had just recently rejoined society. There was a dumb back and forth debate about if he should be allowed freedom and trusted among the people. Just the everyday political bull.

Bucky silently watched my internal debate before an amused half-smile met his lips, he slowly offered out his arm, answering a question I hadn't asked, "Don't get shy on me now that you know who I am doll." His eyes were pleading, "Lead the way."

I grinned widely at him as I gently placed my had on his awaiting arm. "Get ready for the circuit to heartache and be prepared for cuteness overload. If you happen to see anyone that you want to adopt, I won't be upset in the slightest." I joked as I gave his arm a small pat.

Bucky let out a deep and free laugh as I guided him out the door and down the hallway back to the main lobby.

Silvs’ Spicy Saucy Shitballs

5.30.14

happy summer 2014, errybody. wow i'm wasted. just read this shit will ye -sons --Silvs' Spicy 20-- ~Say Goodbye as we dance with the FrankerZ tonight. Don't you dare look at him in the eye~ 1.) If you somehow became a father in the middle of the summer, what would your first reaction be? And who would you hope for the mama to be? ;) ahh, my favorite position to put myself in. again. in all seriousness, everything depends. my reaction would differ depending on the situation but it under no circumstance would i be jumping for joy, to put it lightly. my initial reaction would be fuck my asshole with literally no lube, my second reaction would be alright how can we make this work. i'd want the mom to be chill (ew "mom") and responsible. so none of the girls i've fucked. 2.) You hear the sound of popcorn crackling, or so you think. Turns out, Baby has slipped a Zucchini flower over his dick and is drilling a girl in the ass. It turns out to be one of your ex’s. Who do you hope it is? blaze because she would enjoy that and she deserves some lovin'... and check your @ mentions, dumbass. 3.) Give me a no holds fantasy that could actually happen that demonstrates how you will get the most of every chance you get this summer. getting high as hell, speeding around the neighborhood with a car full of drunken hooligans and horny chicks looking for somewhere to terrorize at 4 in the morning. says it all. 4.) You meet an attractive Hermaphrodite in the Nights mood. Don't be shy, explain how you get your sexual groove on with all types of sexual organs at your disposal. ...wow, silvs. "don't be shy" LMAO. i don't think i could get my groove on. especially if their dick is bigger than mine. but i certainly appreciate the weird sexual androgynous people of the nights mood. 5.) An egg gives you a wet willy, but rather than using spit, fresh semen is used. How do you respond to this action? bitch go deff. my reaction would be to slaughter the egg with my barehands, but that might cause a whole gang to turn against me. so...maybe i'd just flush it out with water and soap. and cry. 6.) How do you want to be remembered after the wild events of this summer have unfolded? someone who literally never gave a fuck and was always down to have a good time. the life of the party. always found his way into a girl's pants. kept it fucking real, got the most out of life, and never stopped smiling. rest easy. 7.) Which of the following horror beasts would you want to meet your demise from? Slenderman, Smiledog, Wers (Outlast), Alien from Deep Down Dark, or Jeff the Killer? fuck, i love them all so much. maybe wers for obvious reasons. i hope he'd open the locker and kill me. can you imagine how terrifying. 8.) Who is the smallest / chibiest girl you would consider getting sexual with? should i give like, a specific name? for age, the lowest i'd go is probably ...15? no, 14. i've answered this before somewhere. dude age is just a number!!1 but really, who doesn't love jailbait. HAHA i'm not even kidding 9.) A mood where no matter how attractive the girl is, you would not mess with. i answered this before! i said sticks though, like what a shitty answer. hot girls from the stick mood?? lmfao i'm trippin. i'll say....mm. i don't know. i've befriended some bombers in my day, so i already crossed that line. i don't want to say the eggs, that's too obvious. OH i know, dbz. ## Mini – Mayham ## [Begin] 1.) A guy from your own mood- shads 2.) A guy from another mood- magikoopa 3.) A girl from your own mood- becky 4.) A girl from another mood- krystal 5.) A father figure from another mood- falcon 6.) A mother figure from another mood- peach 10.) If #4 and #3 (#2 and #1 if you’re a girl) started getting really sexual, would you be excited for the lez / gay fest about to begin? down boy. this is my fucking dream team. ...it's best we move on. 11.) #2 and #6 are gonna have a baby. Will you attend the wedding? in a heartbeat. but mars won't. or any of the mario mood. lmfao 12.) If #6 was breastfeeding #1, what would your thoughts be? MY NIGGA. 13.) #3 is enjoying a baseball game, until she gets clubbed in the face from #2 and then groped by #1 on the ground. Would you step in to challenge #1 and defend her? first of all, i'd kick rip mag's fucking head off. second, that's reeeally out of character for shads, but if he was shitfaced, it makes sense. i'd knock him the fuck out. gotta defend the boo 14.) #4 (#2 if you’re a girl) is willing to give you straight up sex in the bathroom, but #5 (#6 if you’re a girl) has to be watching you (and may potentially get involved). Accept or deny? accept in .2 seconds 15.) #6 vows to follow you around for a whole day and see your personal life. What would she learn by the end of the day about you? her pure eyes would be burned to a crisp by the end of the day. she'd know all about the lack of innocence. ## Mini – Mayham ## [End] 16.) In general, are people like Rayman, Lucario, Treecko, Toon Link worth the hassle to hate them? What are your true feelings on these people? none of those people are worth a millisecond of my time. ray ACTUALLY used to be cool, years ago, but then decided to be a dumbass bro for no reason. his life is a joke, but he's good comic relief. lucario is the definition of thinking he's tough shit. he's not even fucking real. again, good laughs. treecko is just scary. atleast i've bonded with all the others at one time or another. this kid literally just comes out of nowhere to make social networking sites for the sole purpose of stalking me and my mood. i'll seeya (peace emoji). and ofcourse, toon is a wonderful attribute to the human race and to the world as a whole. completely understandable, very intelligent, isn't an asshole, etc 17.) All Jokes aside, if some actual semen landed on your leg from Rhydon fucking someone in the bathroom, what would you do? I mean, would you just wash it off and continue with your day? Or would you run home screaming? Would you confront Rhydon? Maybe even steal his girl?? i'd rather not have rhydon's seconds, thanks. i'm assuming i'm really fucked up in order for this scenario to happen, so i'd probably just try to fight him right there and then. ye i just realized i'm a pretty aggressive drunk. it is what it is. if i was sober enough to have common sense, maybe i'd just wipe it on his face and walk away 18.) I know we’ve all been around the block a few times, but name a girl and a guy who scare you from another mood, people who you would never approach. broly for obvious reasons, and angelica from the eggs because she's totally the type to whip a pocket knife out of her tits and cut your dick off for literally no reason. 19.) Time to get the bad blood going! Name a girl who would look like SHIT without makeup, and a guy who look GREAT with makeup! tiny kong. silvs. everyone already knew these. 20.) Last but not least: give an example of the most extreme type of prank you would pull on someone. It could be as grabs a whoopee cushion, or something that could ruin someone’s life. maybe i could prank some chick i slept with that i have an std. that's honestly a good one. i may have to use that soon.