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malum-forev · 10 months

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Secret relationship with Rogers!reader or famous!reader please🙏🏻

Hi hiii, thank you for your ask! I really really liked how this turned out, and I hope you do too!

It was no secret Bucky is a private person. He’d once pushed Torres off a plane for asking him what his plans for the weekend were, there was that time Bucky added 200 push-ups to the training routine after an agent asked him why he’d cancelled last week’s session, and finally, the day Bucky ran over Sam’s foot with his bike because he joked about it being Bucky’s turn to host Friday night dinner- they didn’t even have a Friday night dinner! Bucky is private private.

Whispers about him dating someone started when he put in time for a vacation. The man hadn’t missed work in years, decades!

“Where are you going?” Sam asked, nudging his friends shoulder as they watched the agents spar. Bucky only growled in response.

“You can’t expect me to not be curious!” Sam pressed on. “You’ve never even asked for a weekend off, and now suddenly you’re leaving for two weeks!”

Bucky crossed his arms. “I didn’t come into work that one time, two years ago.”

“You broke your leg!” Sam rolled his eyes. “Hospital visits don’t count as time off. And even then, you only missed a day!”

“It’s none of your business.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Can you at least bring me a souvenir?” Sam batted his eyelashes. “Please?”

An uncharacteristic- and honestly, terrifying- smirk appeared on Bucky’s mouth. “I know just the thing to bring you.”

Two weeks later, Bucky came back with a nice tan and a gallon sized bag of sand, which he dumped all over Sam’s desk.

“I’m back.” Bucky smiled.

Three months after his vacation, Bucky was met with the slam of a magazine on his desk.

“A ha!” Sam boomed. “I knew there was something fishy about you!”

Bucky glanced once at the gossip magazine, uninterested, sipping his coffee. “Am I supposed to care about this?”

Sam tapped on the small picture of Bucky on the cover, the headline read: Winter Soldier? More like Winter Cinephile? A source close to the Super Soldier tells us all about Bucky Barnes’ favorite movies.

Bucky was covering most of his face on the picture as he excited the back entrance of a movie theater. What caught his eye was the small sliver of leg that was cut from the photo. Someone walking behind him.

“Last time I checked, it’s not illegal to go to the movies.” Bucky eyed Sam from the ring of his coffee cup, hiding a smile.

“You’re being weird-“ Sam narrowed his eyes. “weirder than normal.”

But the thing that made Sam go insane was the fact that Bucky was wearing a suit. A suit! With a tie and everything! Sam’s eyes just about popped out of their sockets when he saw Bucky walk into the Stark Fundraiser.

“You’re here?” Sam’s eyebrows knit together.

Bucky ordered a single malt whiskey, trying to loosen his starched shirt’s collar. “I told you last week I was coming.”

The crease between Captain America’s eyebrows deepened. “I thought you were kidding, I thought it was a joke!”

“Well, I’m here.” Bucky said, leaning his back on the bar. His eyes scanning the room.

It was filled to the brim with A list people from all around the world. Hollywood’s finest actors, politicians, royalty, philanthropists. Tony Stark would be proud of the guest list.

Where are you, where are you? Bucky thought.

Suddenly, the large double doors opened and there you were. You waltzed in, your dress fit like a glove, highlighting all of your best features. All your features are your best features. You could hear Bucky say.

You floated through the room with your publicist on your left and your agent on your right. You craned your neck left and right, trying to find him- your eyes met his celeste orbs. A calm sea wanting to bring you in.

Bucky sent you a half nod, not wanting to bring attention to him and you responded by tapping the top of your thigh three times. A secret signal the two of you had made up.

Torres appeared next to Bucky and ordered a double shot of vodka neat. He huffed three times, trying to get all the nervousness out of his body.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Sam laughed.

Torres’ eyes were glued to your body. “This is my time to shine.”

Bucky’s eyebrows rose for a second, looking between you and his coworker.

“I’m going to ask her out.” Torres gulped.

“You are going to ask her out.” Sam laughed. “She’s an easy 10 and you’re a-“

“You’re a five, and that’s reaching.” Bucky patted Torres’ back, giving him a sympathetic smile.

Torres looked at the two men angrily. “Chicks dig the soldier look, I’m rugged!”

“Sorry man, not happening.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

Torres snorted. “Like you’d have a chance with her.”

“You’ve got a mysterious vibe but, she’s an A list actor.” Sam threw his head back with laughter. “She’d never look your way.”

A pride filled smile sneaked its way onto Bucky’s face as he saw you chatting away with other famous people in the room. “Let’s make this interesting. If I get a date out of her, you two bozos pick my lunch up every day for a month.”

Sam and Torres looked at each other once and doubled over, howling with laughter.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Better yet, if I get a kiss out of her you will do my laundry and file all of my paperwork for a month.”

“Deal.” Both men laughed.

“Can’t wait to see you get slapped around.” Sam yelled as Bucky walked towards you.

Sam and Torres waited eagerly, they watched as Bucky came up to you and tapped your shoulder. You turned around with a smile. Bucky nestled his head in your shoulder, his mouth close to your ear. They watched as you push him away playfully, giggling nervously with a flushed face, only to pull him closer. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles before lowering his hand to the small of your back. Bucky tipped you backwards holding your knee close to his hip and lowered his head. Smashing your lips together.

The ballroom became quiet around the two of you, low murmurs here and there. When you came back up, Bucky cleaned up the side of your mouth where your lipstick had smudged. He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek and turned back towards the bar.

“Close your mouths, you’ll catch flies.” Bucky said smiling.

“You-how-why?” Torres stuttered.

“We’re dating.” Bucky shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “Coming on a year and a half now.”

“You’re dating her?” Sam asked, his eyes pingponging from your face and your body to his friend. “How? you’re so- you and she’s-“

“She’s amazing.” Bucky sighed, looking back at you.

You tried to concentrate on the person in front of you but Bucky’s never-ending stare made you nervous. When you finally turned to him, he tapped his thigh three times. I love you.

“You mean-“ Torres tried to get words out but he was too stunned.

“I mean,” Bucky said. “That purple mark just below her ear she’s trying to cover with makeup, is my work of art.”

“She’s mine.” Bucky growled, his eyes like bullets as he looked at Sam and Torres. “Understood?”

The two men nodded furiously.

“A month of not doing laundry or paperwork.” Bucky sighed with a smile. “A dream come true.”

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ashintheairlikesnow · 11 months

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I’m having a thought! So we all want to see Antoni smut cause we’re thirsty, but of course respectfully understand that he is Ace. But Artyom ….👀 OR Antoni remembers those things…. Endless possibilities there Ash

CW: At first NSFW for like... Four paragraphs, some initial consensual spice, more or less whumper POV in a way, death threats/murder, creepy whumper

Antoni allows no direct smut, Anon. This is as close as he will let me get.

Sweat trickles down the back of Artyom's neck, and his breath is hot and damp against hers. Her little cries are right against his ear, high-pitched. Her fingernails drag down his back, a little further with each rock of his hips.

He couldn't begin to describe how this feels. Hot, tight, wet - all the usual words come to mind but none of them are good enough.

Carly Riggs digs her nails so deep into his back he's sure he'll find blood later, whispering oh god oh god oh god as she comes. The way she goes tighter than ever around him, the prickle of pain near his shoulder blades, even just the way her voice sounds all overwhelms him and he follows her, eyes tightly closed as pleasure takes him.

The leather of her car's backseat sticks to his arms, his head nearly knocking into the door, but finally they slow and then stop, both of them breathing hard.

"Eto bylo khorosho," He groans. "Tak khorosho, tak korosho..."

Carly reaches one hand up to wipe the back of her hand across her forehead, smiling at him. It's a dopey expression, sweet and sated. He likes that look on her. "What?"

"Sorry. I mean... Very good. It was good." His accent is rougher just after sex, voice slightly breathless and rasping. He pulls back reluctantly, dropping a hand to dig around for his boxers and jeans. "We should do again sometime, see if I can be even better."

"Better than tonight?" Carly laughs, pushing herself up to seated, wriggle her jeans back up over her hips. "I might die."

"Only in little ways." He winks at her before pulling his shirt back on. "This is the idea, right?"

"Oh my god. Artyom, you are the weirdest." She's still grinning as he offers her a hand to scoot along the seat and finally stand. The breeze outside the car cools and dries the sweat on them both. Her hair is a rat's nest of tangles in the back, and they're both flushed and have a sheen of sweat. Not entirely subtle. "Are you sure you don't want to come to the party with me?"

"I am sure." He smiles, leaning back against the side of her car. She eases the door shut and follows suit, their elbows nearly touching. She yanks her tank top back down.

"Whenever somebody gets you to agree to a date, I bet you'll be an amazing boyfriend," Carly says, teasing and not-teasing.

"Maybe." He has no intention of dating anyone. Ever. But he doesn't say that to her. "Be safe at the party, eh?"

"Of course." She leans over to bump affectionately against him, as close as he allows to a goodnight kiss. "I'll see you at work on Tuesday, right? We both open that day."

"Da. You will see me then. Now I need to go inside. Keep off your lights until you are gone from my neighborhood, please."

"Just tell your mom to fuck off." Carly sighs, finger-combing her hair as best she can. "You're a fucking adult. Do what you want."

"Mmmn. Easier to say than to do."

It isn't his mother he is worried about getting a good look at Carly Riggs.

But he just gives her a hug, her perfume and the scent of them together a heady mix in the air, and opens her front door for her to settle inside and drive away, easing slowly down the road to make as little noise as she can.

His key in the lock makes only the slightest sound, and he oiled the hinges so the door never so much as squeaks. The house is dark and silent, the TV for once is off. He moves with perfect knowledge of every obstacle between him and his bedroom - avoiding the box of clothes for donating that has been sitting for three months now, his mother's little dog's pile of toys, even a kitchen chair out of place.

The vodka in the freezer pours easily into a shot glass, and he knocks it back to feel it freeze and burn, tasteless, down his throat.

Two more shots and the warmth spreads further than the cold, so he adds a little water to cover what he stole and puts it back, turning the bottle so the label is exactly the way it was when he came in..

He has long experience at this. His father will never know, never guess. The better for his health if his vodka turns more and more to simple water, anyway.

He showers, washing Carly off him as well as the smells of his job. When he checks the mirror after drying off and pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants, he sees - yes, scratches, with bright red spots where blood welled up, from just below his shoulder blades down nearly to his waist.

He smirks at the sight, but then realizes the bathroom door is open. His smile fades as his eyes raise.

Reflected in the mirror, Misha stares at him, expression somehow both empty and avid.

"... The bathroom is taken," He says, after a breath. His younger brother, head tipped against the doorframe and mop of hair falling over his eyes, smiles. It's thin, and it doesn't reach his eyes.

None of Misha's expressions ever reach his eyes.

"Got mauled by a tiger at work tonight?" Misha's voice is light. He makes a little claw gesture with one hand, fingers bent. "Rrrrow."

"Misha-"

"Which girl was it? The cute brown-haired one?"

Artyom turns away. "None of your business. Go back to bed." He wets a toothbrush and gets toothpaste, hoping to stave off the conversation long enough for Misha to lose interest.

At first, he thinks he might have succeeded. Misha disappears from the doorway, and Artyom makes his way to his bedroom in the dark. His father's snores are deafening, down the hall. His mother will be sleeping in the guest room, and even if she snores, too, it would be impossible to hear it over his father.

He pads barefoot over the hardwood floor until he heads into his room, letting the door close behind him and collapsing onto his twin-sized bed with his feet hanging off the end. He can hear Misha's television in his room going through their shared wall, low murmuring voices.

There's a beat of silence. Artyom takes a deep breath, holds it for a beat, slowly exhales. Outside, the breeze shivers the leaves into a soft rustle. His clock reads past midnight, but if both his parents are asleep already, they won't know to bother him about it.

Not that anyone ever minds when Misha misses curfew, but if Tyoma is late, oh, let hell rain down...

He groans and rolls onto his side, pulling the covers up. He can feel bitter tomorrow. Besides

"The blonde, then?"

Artyom shoots upright with his heart in his throat, eyes briefly wide. "Chto za khren', Misha!"

His brother is a shadow in the corner, leaning against the wall with his hands in his jeans pockets, shoulders hunched.

Smiling.

In the dark, he has only even deeper shadows for eyes.

"Tell me which girl it was, Tyoma."

"I... Why?" His heart pounds, and he scoots until his back hits the wall, watching as Misha pushes lazily away from the wall and takes the two or three strides he needs to drop into the computer chair Artyom keeps next to his desk. No computer, but maybe one day. If he can save up.

"Because I want to know, dumbass." Misha laughs, leaning over. There has always been something strange about his laugh. "I want to know who's out there stealing my brother's heart."

"No one is." It's an honest answer. "Not sure I even have one to steal, Mishka." Less honest. But his voice is still too airy, and he can tell Misha enjoys the idea that he has frightened him. "It's just... friends with benefits. Da?"

"Is it?" Misha scoots the chair closer, clicking over the boards on the floor. Artyom feels strangely trapped, even though he could push Misha back and run. But he doesn't. His brother won't hurt him.

Not yet.

"It is." He drops his voice even further. "I promise, Mishka. There is no one outside the family. No one."

"No one but me." Misha is inches from him, his knees touching the side of Artyom's bed. Now light from outside, dimly white, glimmers over his dark eyes. "Right? Right, Tyoma? Family first."

"Right." Tyoma meets his gaze. Misha's eyes are like dead things, empty marbles in a moving face. "Family first. No one is more important than family."

"Right. And I'm your family. Me. So you can't run off to screw people if it means not taking care of me, right? If you get some girlfriend-"

"I don't even want one." Artyom cuts him off. Misha leans even closer, somehow. And there's a glint, a sheen of moonlight off metal. His little brother is holding a knife. "Carly and I are just friends who, who fool around sometimes."

"Carly, then." Misha's smile widens, like a skull's rictus grin. "The blonde. I figured."

Artyom winces, internally. But all he does is swallow the lump in his throat and nod. "Da, Mishka. She has a boyfriend at college. This is just for fun."

"Khoroshiy, Tyoma."

The silence draws out, and then Misha moves in almost a lunge forward and upright. Artyom flinches back, but Misha only ruffles his hair, giggling like he used to do when they were kids and he would push other children down the slide before they were ready.

"Relax. You are my family, too, Tyoma." He pats the side of Artyom's face. The knife in his other hand disappears back into a pocket, closed up into harmlessness again. "Family first."

"Family first," Artyom whispers.

Misha turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Artyom doesn't fall asleep until it's nearly dawn.

A week later, Misha calls him for help, and he spends the night digging a grave in the woods, just deep enough to cover two bodies with pine needles and fallen leaves without it being obvious. It takes hours, and his arms burn, muscles screaming for him to stop. He ignores the pain.

Misha helps, which he doesn't usually do. He digs, too, his eyes locked on Artyom's face. The dead bodies mean nothing, now. They've served their purpose.

"They're both pretty," Misha says idly. "Good luck I found them, huh?"

Artyom grunts.

"Hey. Tyoma." Misha snaps his fingers and Artyom looks up. Misha is only a couple feet away. He has the same look on his face as he had in Artyom's room the other night.

"Don't see her again outside of work, Tyoma. Don't. You don't need friends. You have me."

"... Mishka-"

"Don't 'Mishka' me. I said don't hang out with Carly Riggs anymore unless I'm with you. Okay?"

"... Yeah."

"Say you won't. Say it out loud. I can finish this myself, you know."

Artyom thinks of the knife Misha keeps, one he never uses on anyone else. He knows that knife is for him.

Artyom's heart pounds all over again, exertion and a dim terror beneath. "... I will not hang out with Carly without you."

"Good. Let's finish this up."

He goes back to digging, and Artyom follows suit, trying not to look too hard at the bodies.

A couple Misha saw in a bar and wanted to destroy. So he did. And now Artyom buries them for him, as always. Because his mother's heart would shatter if her youngest son was caught doing such evil things.

Because he knows what he must do to protect the brother who has been the center of his life since his birth. The brother who will one day, he thinks, be the center of his death, too.

He feels Misha's eyes on him like a brand as he dumps shovels of dirt over the open dark, slightly feline eyes and messy dark hair of the man. The tangled blonde hair and bright blue eyes of the woman. She has a t-shirt on from the restaurant where Artyom's been working.

It isn't a coincidence. It's a message, and Artyom understands.

Family first.

Or else.

#whump #box boy universe #antoni sings lullabies #artyom #burying a body #murder #death #horror fiction #misha the serial killer #some consensual spice #death threats tw #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #obsessive whumper #whumpers #bbu #mmmmmn backstory whump #consensual spice tw

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tibby-art · 10 months

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Wow, you sure seem to like those Minecraft men! Have you ever considered writing fanfiction about them? Perhaps a danganrondkfjrodo;&(&(@vodke/&:&(@((@;&:&:(&;&~+<?¥%+#+>•>,€}?— [walked into electric fence]

^_^ lol *pulls lever to activate fence again*

#anon

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flowersforfrancis · 7 months

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Why th fuck am I drinking vodk a on an empty stomach??

#i feel fucking disgusting #randoms

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localskoomaaddict · 1 month

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Haaaiiiii beautiful whatcha drinkin? :3c

I"n drribking vodk and wwibe :3

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adamsvanrhijn · 2 months

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Love spiked lemonade. and vodks hucklebery lemonade

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ultravioletna · 1 year

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bice i para i polozenih ispita i ispijene vodke i izlazaka i klubova, daj da budemo srecni da srecni udjemo u sledeci ples kroz nas zivot https://www.instagram.com/p/CloQVTJt09r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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marylynaaartsblog · 5 months

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A COLLECTION OF ALL GINXVERMOUTH OFFICIAL MOMENTS - PART 1

This post is about all GinxVermouth official moments and info ~

This guide was originally posted on IG and made in collaboration with my friend @/sapphirebartholy_art (IG). Until December 15, you could also find the updated version of this guide posted on my IG profile but now guides are not available anymore.

Therefore, I decided to post this here, so everyone can read it. This post will be updated when new info will come out🍸

Vol. 24, File "A White World"

At the end of the case, Vermouth is in the Porsche along with Gin and Vodka. Gin and Vermouth talk about what has happened and Gin seems sorry for having involved her, an high ranked member, only to help a man like Pisco. This is a brief moment in which Gin shows to hold Vermouth in high esteem.

Vol. 29, File "Invisible Fear"

The quintessential GinxVermouth scene, the one that made this ship canon for the first time and for good. Vermouth asks Gin if he wants to make some Martini tonight.

(Martini is a mix of Gin and Vermouth)

Vol. 34, File "Time to pick the Apple"

In this scene, Vermouth sends an email to Gin and, at the end of it, she writes "XXX" (which stands for three kisses).

Vol. 42, File "Rotten Apple"

At the end of the case, Vermouth is badly injured and finds a shelter in a phone booth. She calls Gin and asks him if he could pick her up.

Eventhough Vermouth didn't inform him about nothing (and believing that he was not aware of what she has been plotting), she still decides to call him.

This shows that Vermouth relies on Gin when she is in a serious situtation. She could have called other lower ranked members but she didn't.

Vol. 48, File "A New Person in Black"

After having discussed about the plan, Vermouth openly asks to stay out of this. As soon as Chianti hears her voice, she gets out of her car and yells at her, blaming Vermouth for the death of Calvados. Gin immediately stops Chianti, hushing her with just few words.

Vol. 49, File "Black Organization vs F.B.I. - 1"

After having discussed about plan B, Vermouth says that she has a bad feeling about this and asks to be killed if something goes wrong. Gin immediately notices her words and plainly asks her if ther is something bothering her.

Eventhough she replies that it is nothing to worry about, Gin observes Vermouth departing, knowing that she lied to him.

Vol. 49, File "Black Organization vs F.B.I. - 2"

Gin has found the bug under Kir's shoe and all the Men in Black go to Kogoro's office in order to kill him. Vermouth doesn't agree with this and she openly says this multiple times. Gin orders Chianti and Korn to kill both Kogoro and Conan but, upon hearing another statement from Vermouth defending the detective, he reacts pointing his gun at her.

Gin asks if there is something between her and Kogoro but she just teases him. Gin decides to put away his gun because he understood that Vermouth was behaving in her usual way. He decides to let it all go and do further researches.

This really seems a jealousy scene, just as Vermouth's one at the beginning of the scene in Vol. 29, where she teases Gin for staring at the singer.

Vol. 49, File "Black Organization vs F.B.I. - 2"

After the their retreat, Vermouth once again intervenes in favour of Kogoro, explaining how things went according to her point of view.

Gin decides to believe her and lets Kogoro live, listening to Vermouth's request.

Vol. 78, File "All Aboard!"

At the beginning of the case, Gin and Vermouth are talking on the phone. Eventhough only to tell him not to interfere, Vermouth informs Gin about her plans.

Gin seems very happy about it and even teases her.

From now on, Vermouth decides to regain his trust little by little (eventually she will stop doing everything on her own by the end of The Scarlet Return and she will openly say it to Bourbon).

Vol. 78, File "Final Destination"

Gin and Vodka are waiting for Vermouth and Bourbon at the last stop in Nagoya. While the two are talking, Vodka reveals that Vermouth has asked him to give her more C4 if there was any spare.

Gin immediately reacts and he is even more concerned when Vodka states that she has provided no explanation for her request.

(End of part 1)

#detective conan #detco #ginxvermouth #official #case closed #gin #vermouth

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ideeperscrittori · 2 years

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AUDIO SHOCK?

I titoli: "Audio shock".

Per me "audio shock" è Berlusconi che non dice cazzate.

Per esempio: Berlusconi che confessa "lo ammetto: Emergency migliora il mondo mentre io sono un individuo viscido e corrotto che pensa solo ai suoi meschini interessi".

Questo per me è un audio sconvolgente.

Ma persino Berlusconi che dice una semplicemente 2+2=4 senza rovinare tutto con una barzelletta orribile: anche questo per me è un audio shock.

Invece cosa abbiamo ascoltato? Berlusconi completamente dalla parte di Putin. Strano eh? Ha solo detto pubblicamente la stessa cosa poco tempo fa. Si è solo vantato di aver ricevuto 20 vodke dal dittatore russo per sfoggiare la sua amicizia co lui.

E parlate di "audio shock"?

Non ditemi che avete pensato: "Incredibile! Non me lo sarei mai aspettato da una persona come lui, nota a livello planetario per il suo leggendario buon senso!". [L'Ideota]

#berlusconi #putin #satira

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doctorjohcoy · 8 months

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i am dissociating so hard rn. givme a vodke

#doctalk #brains outside my skull

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imsofuckintiredbruh · 11 months

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i want a drink and i already have the rum and vodk ain the cup but the fucking orange jiuce lid is like superglued shut!!!!!!!!!!! my poor hands are scraped up from trying to get it open helppppppppp

#why does god hate me #my hands hurt so bad dude whyyy

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f0restofsecrets · 11 months

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I hate it. I fucking hate it. I had to break my perfekt streak after 48h because we were at a stupid birthday. I've never been so far since last year and now i had two slices of pizza.. and a mixed drink (coke zero and vodk@). I feel so fat, so digustingly fat.

Today I stepped on the scale again. I haven't done that in a while and I fucking gained so much. So here we are again. Will be more active here again. I can't go back to where I was, I just can't.

#pro 4na #pr0 m1a #tw ed vent #ed #eating problems

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eudaimoniaseeking · 11 months

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Crw0wu-vODK/

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musiacon-moved · 1 year

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Pingmpmusical: A gender connected to the song Ping（MP） by VodKe, Kvks and HK

#✖ ringing in my ears: coining #pingmpmusical #musicagender #musicgender #songgender #songic #liom #liom coining #liom label #mogai #liom safe #mogai coining #mogai flag #mogai term #gender coining

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vodkaskys · 2 years

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FANFIC REC: holiday au

Candy cane eyes (It’s the Christmas season in New York City. There are far too many mistletoes hanging in Harry's apartment building and there is a pair of mischievous candy cane blue eyes who is responsible.) (10K)

Candy cane eyes(Traducción)

If you can wait till I get home, then I swear to you that we can make this last ( Harry is in the army and two weeks feels like a lifetime away) (28k)

Feels like christmas (Harry Styles has always loved Christmas - it’s his favourite holiday, but there’s always been something missing.Louis Tomlinson has been running from his pain, and is determined to ignore the holidays once more, choosing to spend them in solitude.When they meet - entirely by chance - it could be just what they both need this Christmas...) (49k)

No judgement ( louis hates scary things and harry holds his hand.) (6k)

Pining for You (Harry sells Christmas trees. Louis doesn't mean to buy so many of them.) (9k)

baby, it's cold outside (Louis goes into labor on his birthday/Christmas Eve.) (4K)

You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) ( Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.) (95K)

Yours In Fractions (Louis and Harry are strangers who, because of a mix up, share their mutual friend's apartment and bed over the holidays.) (23K)

six feet beneath the moon (AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.) (25K)

once bitten and twice shy ( in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. He plans to work his way through the trip, eat his mom's cooking, and avoid everyone from his past for as long as possible. The only problem is best laid plans hardly ever go as intended.) (19K)

Like Candy In My Veins ( Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.) (31K)

O' Christmas Tree ( Louis has a busy schedule to keep and a daughter to raise. He definitely isn't looking for a relationship. Enter Harry Styles, a local Christmas tree farmer that seems just a little too good to be true.1 (15K)

Single Bells Ring (A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.) (16K)

to the light ( Harry is a mermaid lost at sea and Louis is a boy determined to make his first Christmas a memorable one.) (13K)

every time i run, i keep on falling on you ( After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis' friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.) (12K)

We Will Find Our Way ( Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.) (9K)

candy in your mouth (i know you love me) ( Things have shifted since last Christmas.) (6K)

The End Should Be A Good One ( the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.) (43K)

And Touch Me Like You Never ( The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.) (35K)

I Think I’m Addicted to Your Light ( He indicates his legs with the hand clutching a pale pink phone, and Louis’ gaze drops. Speechless, Louis takes the phone, eyes locked on the guy’s legs. His gorgeous legs, clad only in a pair of black thigh-highs held up by a silky black garter belt.) (9K)

Faith, Trust, and a Little Pixie Dust ( Louis loves Halloween. Harry hates everything about it, but he loves Louis. And Niall loves vodka and glitter so there's that.) (7K)

precious little thing ( a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry's Daddy.) (21K)

The Games We Play (Lead to Gold) (Louis has been excited for ages about Boo-con, Boston's annual October celebration of all things... Well, Louis’s not actually sure what it’s for, actually. It’s an excuse to cosplay, to celebrate all things animated, all things spooky and it’s fun as shit, that’s for sure, and this year. This year, Louis has the best costume he’s ever come up with.) (6K)

love is divine (Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.)(25K)

The Section ( the one with "Name: Harry Styles, Date: me please") (11K)

just a flicker in the dark ( Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.) (57K)

like how your hands feel me up and down ( louis works in a halloween shop and harry needs a costume) (7K)

Bewitched ( "I want Louis," he answered because wasn't that much already obvious? Maybe Louis' family were just really thick.) (28K)

Down On the Farm ( “Down On the Farm” by Tim McGraw) (5K)

Veni, Vidi, Amavi (Harry remembers why he stayed now, why he’s always had that feeling of waiting. He was holding out for Louis, his soulmate. He was keeping his promise.) (10K)

it's all fun and games until ( “It’s the middle of the night and the ouija board just said we should fuck.”) (5K)

standing right in front of me (Louis hates Valentine's Day, but after finding a note from a secret admirer, he finds himself being more optimistic this year.) (4K)

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