#bouqueue

[lostsouldier]

@bouqueue​   :    David is snoring. And drooling a little. And mashed up against his back. Out cold. Do not disturb or you'll get pushed off the bed.  / big spoon david uwu

Bucky comes to quietly, with a quiet inhale and the slow opening of his eyelids, meeting nothing but the darkness of the room. He’s not sure what had woken him. There were no nightmares chasing him, and no dire need to shift position. No busting urge to go to the toilet. He was . . . comfortable. David is warm against him; he can feel hot breath fanning over his shoulder, and all the places where David isn’t . . . which isn’t a lot of surface area. He dully registers a weight on his waist, assumes it’s an arm, and confirms it when he moves his own arm down to rest over it. Then closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.  

[lostsouldierbye]

@bouqueue​ :  "We have to keep running into each other like this, people are going to talk." She's working her way into dibs now. Let her call dibs, Bucky. The sex is great and she has all kinds of toys.

‘ You’re not exactly helping me to keep a low profile. ’ He’s sure --- if she hasn’t found reason to tell someone about him already --- his presence is being rippled around town. Sooner or later, the news would reach the ears of the people he’s trying to run recon on. Maybe he’s getting tired of recon anyway, waiting for leads to fall into place. Fujiko was an unexpected variable that he had not accounted for --- and he has no real read on her, doesn’t know whether she’s harmless or more trouble than it’s worth playing along with her games for. ‘ Shouldn’t you have bodyguards, or something ? ’ It doesn’t feel right to leave her defenceless like this. 

[avernss]

Here are some floral arrangements I have made

[drawwithgaser]

[chiimaera]

“ i came out here to attack people and i'm honestly having such a good time right now, ” the demon smirked, glancing over the top of his black circular sunglasses at the woman. 

@bouqueue​ liked !  for fujiko

[life-spire]

@anastasia3385437

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[withoutawar]

She's got her chin in her hands, and a look in her eyes that's a little dangerous as she leans into the table - and closer to him. "You're staring." sent by @bouqueue .

His eyes immediately dart up to her face, and not far behind, his cheeks flush red the same as the tips of his ears. His gaze had slipped for a second, but it was a second too long and she was quick to call him out. Her . . . figure . . . was there in his periphery, contrast of skin against the darker clothes she wore making it relatively easy for him to know how much was exposed, in case his first glance upon arrival slipped his memory. 

‘ Sorry, ’ he says, meek and more ashamed than embarrassed. ‘ They’re --- I mean you’re --- sorry, you were saying ? ’

[whsprhouse]

@bouqueue​     /     starter call

            "I WOULDN’T ORDER that if i were you.” izzy’s hoarse voice cuts through the chatter in the bar as he turns to the man next to him who’s eyeing a goblet of deep read something that’s just been slid down the counter to a man at the other end. “rumor has it, it’s mostly blood. not sure you wanna know what kind jackie uses.”                

[burnrite]

Plops his chin on Fujiko’s shoulder. // @bouqueue​

[lostsouldierbye]

@bouqueue   :   It's summer. It's hot and humid. The kind of weather that makes you feel sticky immediately. It's not great weather to be working in, especially when your primary form of hydration is beer and coffee. David makes it work though. And by 'makes it work' I mean, he's shirtless, covered in grease and sweat, and - I mean, he's working. But he's also shirtless, again. Have fun James.

      Bucky’s at the shop. Where else would he be ? Occasionally, he makes himself useful. He’s good for heavy lifting. He’s not bad with the machines either, if David talks him through it. He knows how moving parts work and he’s had to be resourceful over the years. Today, he’s got his custom Škorpion with him, in need of a clean and lubrication. He keeps to the back of the shop because he knows David doesn’t deal anymore and probably doesn’t need the kind of attention a guy messing around with restricted use guns in broad daylight would bring. 

      When he wanders out front to grab himself a bottle of water from the fridge is the first time he notices David. Sun looks good on him. Dirt and sweat and hard work looks good on him. Bucky pushes the fridge door closed slowly, then leans against it, still taking in the scene of David working steadily beneath the hood of an 80s Ford. Attraction wasn’t the first thing that happened between them, but it sure as hell had crept up on him over the months, starting pretty early on without rhyme or reason. Before the first time they’d fallen asleep next to each other, before the first time they’d made it to a bed. Not like that. He sighs. It’s never like that, is it ?    

      For the most part, Bucky keeps his hands to himself. He’s been punched in the face for showing an incremental ounce of affection, so he plays it more carefully now. It’s not really a problem either --- he has a well controlled dick, or just a lazy one. But even he’s not lazy or immune enough to turn away from a sight like this. So he downs the entire bottle of cold water to quench his thirst, crunches up the bottle and pits it into the trash, then heads into the back to find something that needed to be torn apart or banged back together because finessing the innards of his gun was not going to keep his mind off of wanting to lick the sweat clean off of David’s neck. 

[arcitraditore]

@bouqueue said: "Hey, hey, hey, you game, Italian gun man? You should try that new pirates one - Sea of Thieves nuts fit in your mouth." //i want in on dick jokes :( unprompted.

oh, that one almost coaxes a reaction out of him. buccellati's drag on the cigar doesn't skip, hand dropping loosely over the railing, and a smooth line of smoke blowing out between his lips before he responds.

       "I admit, I didn’t see that one coming. your composure didn’t crack for a moment... good work," he acknowledges, praise deadpan in a way wrench might find familiar. he taps the ash into a tray. "you would get along well with my crew. maybe I'll introduce you one day."

[onusanbu]

@bouqueue (Fujiko) | short lyrical starter

Kakashi can feel the bruise forming across his skin, the tinge of copper on his tongue from his cut lip, grateful for his mask covering up most of the contusions. A poor excuse for coffee sitting in his to-go cup, held delicately in both hands. When he gets stares, he tries for bashful, a small shrug, “I don’t mind at all. All is well.”

[urfutureuwu]

If You Were A Deity, What Would Be Your Domain?

  Trickery and Darkness

You are the divine incarnation of darkness, trickery, and deceit, and of all things concealed and impermissible. You lurk in those deep-delved and far-flung places beyond the reach of inquisitive minds and prying eyes, and you shelter outsiders and empower those forced to dwell in the shadows. Mortals often spurn you or brand you as an evil deity due to your association with criminals and plotters; however, it would be more truthful to say you represent a natural antithesis to the status quo. Those who most revere you—thieves, revolutionaries, forbidden cults, and secret societies—merely seek to challenge the established order and reveal its cruel imperfections. Your mythological equivalents are Greece’s Nyx and Hermes, Scandinavia’s Loki, Eurasia’s Veles, and the Navajo’s Coyote.

tagged by:  @empyrcal​ tagging:  idk do it

[camelotinflames]

Manon, Skam France s2e1

[withoutawar]

No head scratches from David, just a deadpan look. And maybe a very awkward head pat.

' You don't have to do this. '

[b1-blog3]

:) i have made a new blog for bouqueue. link to be dropped probably tomorrow.