#dont let this flop

[malertop]

Can you do Male!R having a moment of clarity while getting head from Steve Rogers/railing Steve Roger's ass. Like thinking "Oh my god, three months ago, I was working as WHATEVER-JOB. Now Captain fuckin' America is sucking my dick."

The Unexpected

Bottom Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader

Present:

“Fuck oh my god!” Y/N said rolling his head up “Four months ago I was just working as a cashier and now the one and only Captain America is giving me a blowjob” The male said as he thrust inside of Steve Rogers's mouth. Y/N has been dating Steve Rogers for almost seven now and he has always been the best boyfriend he could be for Steve, Steve knew that and he thought he didn't do enough but today was different.

one hour ago:

Y/N opened the door and got inside his cozy and comfortable apartment. After he locked the door he started to take off his shoes as he didn't wanna leave dirt on his house and clean it, putting them aside he took the bag with groceries and went into his kitchen. It took some time but he finally put everything he bought into the fridge and he was finally going to lie on his mattress, or so he thought “So you're finally home” he heard a voice behind him, the voice that could make him blush or go crazy, the voice that he loves hearing whimper or moan. Turning around he saw the one and only Steve Rogers “I-How did you-” Y/N asked as he was looking at his soaked boyfriend with nothing but a towel on his waist “I made a second key” Steve informed as Y/N was looking at him up and down studying him. He shook his head and looked at his boyfriend once again “And why are you here?” Y/N asked out of curiosity but as he thought about what he said, he just needed to add something “I mean not that I don't want you here!” he finished his sentence and reassured his boyfriend who was on the other side smiling at him “Dont worry about it, I know what you mean Y/N” he reassured as he started getting closer to the other shorter (or taller) male in front of him “I just wanted to you know..give you a gift for being such a good boyfriend and being my first boyfriend” Steve said with a smirk as he was looking at the other male, what he said was true though Y/N was his first ever boyfriend, he don't know how and when and why he got those feelings for him but he knows that has will never regret getting them.

“Stevey you didn't need to,” Y/N said as he smiled at the other male who was about to fold as he was being called something he never heard before. “Stevey?” he asked with a smile “I was just thinking about a new cute nickname for my cute boyfriend!” Steve scoffed as Y/N chuckled, “Anyways, you know, now I have a really big comfortable bed calling for me and I can't just ignore it so!..” Y/N said as he fell on his bed and closed his eyes for a second while Steve on the other hand was looking at the male in front of him and took the towel off his waist and slowly got on his knees as the other male was there laying on his bed with closed eyes. Steve now on his knees put his hands on Y/N’s thighs and slowly started getting them higher as Y/N noticed the feeling he just thought that his boyfriend was giving him some relaxing massage, but boy was wrong. Steve pulled Y/N’s pants down and started touching his cock which was hidden by the underwear he was wearing Y/N opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend who was currently on his knees in front of him on the floor “Ste-” As the male started speaking the other male in front of him stopped him from talking as he raised his hand “Shush” Steve said as he put his index finger on his mouth “Let me give you your well deserves gift” Steve said as he slowly put his hand down and looked at his boyfriend's underwear, he slowly started pulling it down so he could enjoy every second of it as he watched his boyfriends hard crouch slowly showing, he looked at the male in front of him who was red as a tomato, and then his eyes landed back on his boyfriend's pelvis area finding his hard cock in his hand. Slowly his hands were finding their rhythm, going up and down, masturbating the male's hard yet warm and soft-skinned cock. After some time the rhythms stopped as Steve was holding Y/N’s cock straight, making it point to the ceiling as his eyes were hungry and his mind ready for what he was about to do. The other male who was lying on the bed currently red and shy trying to be calm and relaxed but a big gasp left his mouth as he looked at Steve who was currently sucking his tip while looking at him with his eyes, teasing the male was an easy part for Steve while Y/N was trying his best now to grab Steve and shove his head till the end. But as Steve was looking at him with his eyes Y/N couldn't handle it anymore, Y/N grabbed his hair and shove his cock deep down Steve's throat until it was all taken, followed by gagging, Steve’s eyes watered as they rolled up, Y/N pulled his hair back, separating his mouth from his cock, Steve’s mouth was found gape opened as he was breathing for air as saliva followed. “I-I’m sorry babe I didn't mean to!” Y/N said looking at the other male “I just couldn't handle it when you look at me like that with your eyes” Y/N said which made Steve glance at him and smirk, Steve's hand started moving up and down Y/N’s cock which was currently covered in his saliva, the rhythm stopped and Steve spit on Y/N’s cock covering it in more saliva, making it wet and sloppy.

[petersteeleslut]

he hurt me but it felt like true love

-Kai anderson x fem reader

CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.

summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.

You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.

He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.

Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.

Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.

“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.

“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”

You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin

“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.

“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.

“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”

“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”

“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.

“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.

“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.

“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.

You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.

“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”

“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.

“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.

“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.

“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.

“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”

“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.

“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.

“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”

He hurt you and it felt like true love.

I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain

[redwinesuperstan]

The other poets shipping Neil and Todd:

Just this entire scene, trying to be there for Todd while he’s grieving. Charlie saying “leave him be” is making me want to jump out of a window. Also, when Todd says “It’s so beautiful” idk why but I feel like he’s talking abt Neil OR he’s prob getting flash backs to that one deleted scene. I’m prob just being stupid tho.

Mr. Keating looking at Todd while Neil is giving his performance. He just knew tbh. Mr Keating Supremacy 🛐 Todd was also mouthing all the lines during this scene which just makes my heart explode every time.

Meeks looking over to these two while Knox was being a little simp for Chris. I keep seeing everyone make Charlie the #1 anderperry shipper, I personally do not agree w this 😭. Meeks would def the officiant at their wedding. (Neil didn’t die wtaf are you on.)

Not a shipping moment, but I just wanna say that no one in this fandom can tell me that Todd wasn’t making sure he looked good for Neil. HE WAS.

[bcksbarnes]

time's never been on our side - chapter three

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you and bucky happen to meet by chance one night, and it feels like there is a spark between the two of you - but he has to leave. was this destiny? or cruel fate?

word count: 5K

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There was no doubt in your mind that seeing Bucky that afternoon was not a coincidence. You normally didn’t believe in fate but he could have been anywhere in the world at that moment and yet he wasn’t, he was looking for you and he found you; it just so happened to be in the middle of the street on the same block where the bar you two met was on. 

Definitely not a coincidence. It had to mean something.

Of course you were a mix of excited and angered when you realized it was him, though you needed to play it cool when he said he wanted to see you again. All that was running through your brain at that moment was the vindication you were going to receive from playing hard to get; it was the least he could endure after not texting you for a month. 

You had just seen him an hour prior, finally making your way back into your apartment after running the errand you had originally set out to do when you had left that afternoon. Your keys had barely hit the counter before you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

INCOMING CALL … BUCKY (BAR)

His name pops up on your phone screen and a smirk plasters itself on your features. It might be a little cruel to let it go to voicemail, but you decide you were going to make him sweat it out a bit. Placing your phone on the kitchen counter next to your keys, you make your way over to the fridge to grab some leftovers from the night before, placing them on a plate and into the microwave.

The buzzing of the phone dies down after a while, a notification now on the screen that you had one missed call. Sure, you could have called him back once you were done having your fun, but he needed to earn this now.

The brief interaction you had earlier in the day is all you can think about when you move to sit at the kitchen table with your reheated leftovers. Had there really been any other time you could think of that someone had pulled you in so quickly? It’s not like the two of you were overtly flirty or looking for something more that night - it was only a casual, friendly conversation. But, something inside your gut told you that the loneliness you felt most nights now, was no stranger to Bucky either, and maybe that is why you two felt so drawn to each other. There was no better cure for loneliness than a friendly smile. Though in Bucky’s case, it was more like a flicker of amusement that never lasted more than a few seconds.

It felt like he had some sort of eye on you because the second you finished eating, fork moving to rest on the plate, your phone lights up again signaling his call.

INCOMING CALL … BUCKY (BAR)

You decide that your fun was over and after two long rings, you finally end his misery and pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice is soft, velvety almost, through the receiver as if he just breathed out the word, you can’t see it but he’s clenching his phone tightly. “It’s me.”

“Hey.” You find yourself whispering as you lean back in your chair.

“Screening my calls?” For someone with such a monotone and unemotional cadence when he spoke the teasing in his voice is unmistakable.

“Oh you know,” you say, the inflection in your voice drawing out your words a bit. “Just evening the playing field a bit.” 

A hearty, but quick, laugh is heard from the other side of the phone line and you can feel your lips twitch into a smile. He’s trying hard not to match with his own smile on his end, running his hand down his face as he tries his best to think carefully of what he wants to say. When the two of you had seen each other earlier in the day, you had told him to call and ask you again, so he was just going for it.

“I meant what I said before.”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Bucky.”

A chuckle passes through his lips and it shoots right through you, a shiver running its course up your spine. You were quickly reminded of why you felt that pull towards him that night at the bar. The two of you had laughed for what seemed like hours, quickly going from complete strangers to acquaintances who seemed to have stepped into a rhythm. There was a chance that you weren’t going to feel like that again after not seeing him, but hearing his chuckle and feeling the shiver run down your spine only confirmed what you already knew, which was that absolutely nothing had changed in those four weeks.

“I’d like to see you again.” He reiterates exactly what he told you before when the two of you had bumped into each other.

Was it that easy for him to waltz back into your life and pretend like no time had passed? Or were you being too hard on him? He owed you nothing and he was here now. That’s all that mattered, right?

You stand from your seat at the table and walk towards the window that faces the street, the city below you bustling. The sound of cars honking and police sirens are muffled by the glass, but you can clearly see the neon signs of the shops below now that the sun was starting to set, turning the sky a pinkish purple. This is what you loved about the city, every building, every apartment, they all had their own lives, their own stories. Bucky just happened to belong to yours.

“Did I lose you?” Bucky asks quietly when you don’t respond right away.

“No, I’m still here.” Your voice is grounded, though your stomach is churning at the thought of seeing him again. Anxious butterflies fill your insides as you contemplate exactly what you want to say. You’re about to open your mouth to speak when you feel your cat, Alpine, digging her claws into your shin causing you to curse. You didn’t even hear her come up to you.

“Ow! Al, stop it.” You say to her, using your hand to shoo her from your leg.

“Al?” Bucky asks, and you can hear there’s a hint of curiosity in his tone.

You place the phone between your shoulder and ear to hold it as you kneel down to assess your scratches.

“Alpine.” You clarify, your fingers running over the luckily not bleeding scratch. “My cat. Who just decided that I didn’t feed her quick enough and wanted to remind me.”

He hums softly into the phone, he feels slightly relieved that it was only just a cat.

“Are you going to make me ask again?” He continues, trying to get the conversation back on track. He suddenly feels antsy about all of this, an itching sensation of wanting to see you again. Of course it’s selfish, he’s the reason that the two of you didn’t communicate in the first place but he wants to move past it and while he still has the time to see you, he wants to make the most of it.

Bucky runs his fingers through his long brown locks, they’re a little on the wavy side today from travelling and sleeping on the plane. Once he stepped out of the airport that morning he didn’t care about anything, but was trying to figure out how to find you. It’s still a mystery to him how he did end up running into you. From what he could recall from your conversation, you lived close to the bar, but close enough that you’d passed at that exact time? On this exact day? It all seemed too well planned, like something right out of a novel. He wasn’t a religious person, but he swears some higher power had something to do with it. 

There was no point in questioning it now.

“You didn’t really ask.” You pick up the phone from your shoulder, holding it in your hand as you stand up again. “You kind of just made the same declarative statement twice.” You say, a smirk forming on your features as you correct him.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sits down at the edge of his hotel bed, hearing it make a soft creak under his weight. A breathy laugh leaves his lips as he holds the phone close to his ear, your words ringing through his head. You’re not wrong, and he hates that. He says your name softly, his lips curling into a smile as he gears up to continue talking.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” Bucky asks.

A smile breaks out on your features as you take a step away from the window, starting to pace in your living room. It was something you did when you were nervous or excited, feeling like you needed to get the jitters out as soon as possible.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to check my calendar.”

Bucky groans and you can hear the thud through the speaker as his back hits his bed. He’s staring up at the ceiling. You’re torturing him now and he understands it’s totally justified, but as he looks up at the off-white paint above him, all he wants to do is beg you; beg you to let him see you again, beg you to let him make the most of his time off, and Bucky Barnes was not a begging man.

“When?” You ask, finally relieving him of this torment.

“Are you free tomorrow?” 

Realistically, he wanted to see you again that night but the exhaustion of the day was seeping into his bones and he realized he probably needed some sleep - actual, restful sleep, if that was even possible for him anymore. Bucky was prone to nightmares, there was a lot you didn’t know about him and right now he wanted to keep it that way. He hoped that the adrenaline from seeing you, the time change from Budapest and having been on a long flight that morning would knock him out; even if it was only like 6pm.

“You’re lucky,” you tease. “I am available tomorrow.”

“Good.” He grins. He tries his best to suppress a yawn as the room darkens, the sun finally setting for the day. “I’ll text you in the morning and we can figure out what we want to do.” Bucky takes a moment before he quickly adds. “I’ll actually text you.” He beats you to the punch, knowing that you were probably just going to riff on him about that.

“Sounds good.” You let a beat pass, neither of you saying anything else. “Night, Bucky.”

“Night.”

The line drops and the two of you are left to your own devices, the remainder of your nights looking completely different. You spend the night taking care of Alpine, watching a rerun of one of your favorite movies and taking a scalding hot shower. Bucky spends his night out cold on his hotel bed, not even bothering to get out of his clothes from the day or under the covers. One thing is the same though, the two of you are riddled with anxiety about seeing the other.

Bucky wasn’t sure exactly what the pull towards you was. He hadn’t dated since the 40s, before the accident and before his time with Hydra. Is that what this was though? Was this a date? He spent his entire next morning thinking about it. Did you also think this was a date? Or was this a friendly get together? It made him sick to his stomach to even think about.

He was a quiet man, but never really nervous about anything, it never served him in his job to be nervous. To be fair, he never had the time to sit down and digest his feelings either. He was always so on the go between plane rides, mission briefs, securing locations, checking in with Steve, add some food here and there and maybe night of sleep (maybe) and that was his life. Feelings, and the time to think through them, were never at the forefront of his mind or his priority list. 

Don’t overthink it, he says to himself as he sits in a coffee shop around the corner from the hotel, his fingers hovering over his phone screen as he thinks of something to text you. 

Hey there.

That sounds so fucking stupid. He fervently erases the message

Wanted to check in ��

Wanted to check in? What is this? A business meeting? Strike two.

Morning.

That sounded good, appropriate and not over the top; Bucky would settle for it. He sends the message and waits, his eyes locked with the phone screen. 

It was still early in the morning and the coffee shop was just starting to see its first wave of customers, besides Bucky who had gotten there right when they opened. He wasn’t someone who slept in. He had come to the same shop when he was here last, it was down the street from his hotel and offered a simple black coffee at a reasonable price. 

The shop was small, not bigger than the bar he had met you in, but had a lot of heart and character. Giant windows illuminated the place with natural lighting that ran throughout. The coffee bar was long and filled with sounds of the baristas calling out orders and scrambling for ingredients. There were about 4 wooden tables that filled the place, Bucky liked to get the one in the corner that faced the door - he never kept his back to the door. 

He also liked that they had small TVs that played reruns of some classic movies: Casablanca , And Then There Were None , and his personal favorite, Random Harvest . A story of a man who leaves to fight in a war and comes back with no memories of his prior life.

He wishes he was kidding. 

Though, when he saw it in theaters all those years ago he didn’t think it would have applied to his life. He only went because there was a cute girl who wanted to go and see it and he was trying his best to live his life before the war got worse, trying to forget all the impending doom, though he never realized how bad it actually was going to get.

The sound of his phone buzzing snaps him back into reality and he looks down to see your name on the screen. 

Morning :)

You had texted back to him; it wasn’t like you to be up so early on a day that didn’t involve going to work, but here you were with Bucky on your brain and butterflies in your stomach. Was this a date? Did he think it was a date? Those were the questions that you had asked yourself over and over again the night before. You decided it was best to just go into whatever this was thinking that it was just two people trying to get to know each other so that you didn’t explode with nerves.

You and Bucky text for a while, going back and forth about your mornings. Apparently you both were enjoying a cup of coffee, Bucky in a coffee shop a few blocks down, and you standing in your kitchen wearing your favorite robe. You imagine him sitting there by himself, just like you did when you met him at the bar. His sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and his demeanor which was not entirely friendly from just looking at him, but there was something about him that made you talk to him that night. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter and effectively snaps you out of your thoughts for a moment. 

I can pick you up at 7. Does that work?

Sounds good. You text back quickly, your fingers hovering for a moment before you respond again. What’s the plan?

It’s a surprise. Bucky responds. Call it my apology for “ghosting” you.

You find it odd that he writes ghosting in quotations but you quickly gloss over it in favor of sending him your address so that he could pick you up later.

Here was where the real fun began: stressing until 7pm. 

You had no idea what you were going to wear and Bucky, not helpful at all, refused to tell you where you were even going, so this was a complete shot in the dark. Bucky, on the other hand, had it relatively easy. He packed light. A pair of jeans, and a black long sleeve shirt. All done.

It was a few minutes before 7 when you heard the buzzer in your intercom go off.

BZZ BZZ BZZ

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” you say to no one in particular as you make your way over. You push the button to talk down to him. “Hey, I’ll be down in a minute.”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair is fixed and your outfit looks good. You had decided on your usual pair of jeans and a shirt that always seemed to make you feel the most confident. A winning duo.

Locking up behind you, and yelling a small ‘love you’ to Alpine as you walk out, you find yourself hustling down the stairs of your walkup building quickly, pushing open the door and into the cool night.

Bucky stands leaning against your building, anxiously awaiting for you to join him, so when he finally sees the door open and you step out he feels a wave of relief rush over him. He thinks back to his mission and those long nights wondering what you were up to and now here you were, hanging out with him, your night would be spent by his side.

“Hey.” He says, getting your attention, his eyes raking over your appearance. “You look nice.” 

You smile softly as you reach his side, taking in his own figure which was very minimalist and to the point tonight; just like Bucky. 

“Thanks, so do you.”

If only you could hear the way his heart beat sped up. 

It only takes the two of you a few minutes to get to the closest subway station, making your way uptown to a spot that Bucky swears that you’d enjoy. It’s not lost on either of you how close the two of you stand on the train car. Your hand was holding one of the poles while he leaned against the set of doors, both of you talking and catching up like old friends. If this was a movie, it’d be the snippets of b-rolls they filmed to get the story moving along. For you and Bucky, these were memories you could both fall asleep thinking about.

“Here we are.” He finally says a little while later when you pull up to an inconspicuous building. Actually, inconspicuous was the wrong word, run down was more appropriate. It looked like this place hadn’t been fixed up in years, the brown bricks of the building made it feel like it was from a different time, and the busted up windows on the floors above seriously didn’t give it a welcoming vibe.

Where the hell was he bringing you?

“Uh …” You start to say but he’s already walking towards the front door, opening it.

There’s a bit of hesitation from you for a moment, every sign in your head is telling you that going into a dilapidated building with a man you barely knew was the biggest red flag known in existence, but you find yourself taking a step forward anyway. Great.

“Come on.” He eggs you on, noticing your hesitation, his gaze on you softening a bit.

You take a deep breath, mumbling to yourself something about if this is the end then hopefully it was worth it (you could be a bit dramatic at times), and make your way into the building.

The two of you are immediately greeted with what seems to be a coat closet, a small empty-ish room that feels strangely disorientating for such a large building. In the room there’s a light bulb suspended by a string and a chair with a jacket thrown over it in one of the corners, absolutely empty. But, on the wall adjacent to where you and Bucky are standing hung a world map that covered most of the wall. It wasn’t like the vibrant ones that you had seen during your years at school, ones that hung in a classroom, this one was colorful but faded, like it had been around for decades, maybe centuries.

“Do you know where we are?” Bucky’s voice makes you jump, you were so lost in trying to figure out what was going on that you forgot he was behind you for a moment.

“Honestly? It looks like a place you would take someone to kill them.” 

Bucky lets out a breath of air that resembles a laugh as he takes a step towards you, both of your shoulders brushing together for a moment as he settles next to you, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.

“I meant on the map.”

“Oh.” You say, clearing your throat as you take a few steps forward towards the map, your arms crossed over your chest as you try to examine it. 

The single lightbulb in the room does nothing to help you see as you try to focus on what’s in front of you. And even with how dim it was the map was so old that New York, as you know it, didn’t exist yet, so you narrowed your eyes trying to figure out your best guess.

“Probably …” your finger circles around where you think you are before it settles on a point, pressing it up against paper. “Here.”

“Hm…” Bucky hums, taking a step behind you. The heat of his body is radiating off him and you can feel it on the back of your arm. His chest is a mere few inches from your back. He feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest and he’s not entirely sure what’s come over him. Why did he suddenly approach you so closely? Why did his hand move up to where yours is? Why did he grab your wrist? A shiver runs down your spine and Bucky can feel his own body on fire at the touch, but neither of you move away.

Time seems to slow for a moment, Bucky’s grounded in the feeling of his skin against yours. He’s standing so close to you that you can feel his breath right against your neck, the tension between you electrifying and palpable even if only for a moment. You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand, the only thing making your hand not shake is the firm grasp of his wrist.

“Actually,” his voice is low in your ear as he slowly moves your hand. “I think we're right … here.”

The second your finger hits the map again, now in the spot where he had directed you to, you could hear a small buzzing noise through the wall, almost as if it was a doorbell. You turn your head to the side to look at Bucky but before your gazes can catch you feel the wall move under your touch.

“Watch.” Bucky says. The hand that grabbed your wrist pulling you back against his chest. Even through his shirt you can feel his muscles, they were hard and unforgiving, but not uncomfortable. You willed your head to stop thinking about it immediately.

There’s a clicking sound and you watch as the map that you were once staring at was moving away from you, the wall was a decoy door opening towards you and Bucky.

“What the -...?” 

The warm light filters into the room, but the sound of the music is what hits you first, behind the dingey closet that you had thought you walked into was a bustling bar filled with tables of people sipping cocktails, enjoying nice dinners and very romantic first dates. It was stained in dark wood and red plush couches, the wall behind the bar was mirrored with gold accents. In the corner of the room was a four piece jazz band, softly playing their instruments that perfectly fit the ambiance. 

Bucky had brought you to a speakeasy, or well, one of those trendy bars masking to be a speakeasy. You chuckle to yourself as you look over at him, your gazes finally meeting. Well, he sure did know how to surprise you.

“Come on,” he says softly, his eyes flickering over your face. “I owe you a drink.”

The two of you find your way to the bar, and it feels very reminiscent of the night you met. 

“What’s good here?” You ask, nudging him with your elbow playfully.

Some time passes between when you order your drinks and when you and Bucky are a little bit buzzed. The lights in the room seem to have dimmed a bit more, the jazz music seems to slow down, and you and Bucky are facing each other, your knees touching as the two of you talk about everything and anything. 

He’s purposely vague about his past, trying to skirt around the things that could pose too many questions, it’s too early for that, too early to get into the details. His metal hand grasps his whiskey glass and he swirls it around a bit while he speaks, his voice low.

“I was surprised to see you yesterday. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”

“Then you can imagine how I must have been feeling.” You say to him before taking a sip of your drink. “Where did you end up? You said you were traveling, right?”

Bucky didn’t want to have to think about his mission, or the fact that every day that passes is one day closer to when this little break he was able to get was going to be over, but he didn’t want to be rude either.

“Budapest.”

“Budapest? I thought you said you were a soldier.” 

“I said I was a soldier of sorts .” He clarifies. “I used to be active in the military, now I work in a more … private sector.”

You can’t help but snort at that, shaking your head a bit.

“What? Like an Avenger?”

Bucky chuckles along with you to not give any inclination away, though his palm sweats a bit and he tries rubbing it off on his jeans discreetly.

“Yeah, like an Avenger.” His heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest but he does his best to ignore it as he takes a sip of his whiskey. “You know so much about me, I don’t think I’ve gotten the pleasure to hear about you.”

The redness on your cheeks, which have been permanently there since the two of you walked into the bar, deepens a bit. 

“What’s there to say?” You ask. “I work, I live with my cat.” 

Your life was definitely not as exciting as Bucky’s, and it reminds you of the feeling of loneliness you had been feeling so often lately. You shake your head, trying to brush it off.

“Your life has to be more exciting than that.” He says.

“I’m sad to report it is not.” You laugh, shrugging your shoulders. “I think you and I have opposite problems. You can’t seem to stay in one place and I can’t seem to leave my house.”

Neither of you know it, but the words hit you both in the gut at the same time. You wanted to be in the presence of company, to do things like find a speakeasy jazz bar that you could show someone, or be on a plane to Budapest without a care in the world. Bucky wanted a home life, he wanted time to slow down and to enjoy the simple things.

You both craved what the other had.

“You know, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” He says, his gaze averting from yours for a moment. “Being on the go all the time.”

“It can’t possibly be worse than being holed up in an office or an apartment all day.”

“I’m sure it’s probably not.” He agrees with you, though he knows if you knew the specific circumstances around his job you might feel different. “But, just trust me on this.”

His eyes shift back over to you, locking on your face almost immediately. It feels like he’s memorizing your features, his thoughts quiet for a moment while he just takes you in. Is this what he had been missing? What an idiot.

He can hear his mind overworking already, thoughts of how bad this was. That there was a reason he didn’t get involved with the same person more than once. Bucky’s life was too involved and his past was way too complicated for someone else to be intertwined. It’s what he was truly most scared of; someone else getting hurt, someone else having to peel back the layers and expose the man underneath. 

“You’re something else, you know that?” You say to him finally, breaking the silence and snapping him back into reality. The bartender takes your empty glasses and puts down the check in between the both of you.

“How so?” Bucky asks, his hand already moving to grab it before you can think of paying for the drinks.

“I don’t know.” It’s an honest answer, maybe not the one he was looking for, but honest. “There’s just … something I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“I hope it’s at least something good.” He smirks, handing the bartender his credit card. He never even looks at the total, never takes his eyes off of you.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out together, won’t we?”

That scared Bucky right to his core, but oh boy was he ready to do whatever you wanted.

[bluetbluish]

Fun idea: reblog/comment which pov you're watching this season of the life series and why

I'll start, my goal is to watch someone from every group so grian, scar/jimmy, joel, etho, martyn, and pearl :)

[henryvair]

auuughh…

[royrot]

kinda old bc it was glitching and i couldnt find out how to fix it until now. sorry i hid this from chaylor nation

[ryotheraccoon]

Someone had to do it.

[amazingbananabread]

Idk, feeling a bit glittery today,,

(Some standing reference, idk what to call them but DO NOT STEAL.)

[ashthesalamipiece]

“Attack of the Morning Hair: Y/N vs. Gravity”

Or: The Day Her Hair Committed a War Crime

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It started like any other peaceful morning in the UA dorms. Birds were chirping. Kaminari was already screaming because he shocked himself trying to toast bread. The usual.

Then came her.

The common room door swung open with the force of divine judgment, and in stumbled Y/N — half-asleep, wearing oversized socks, a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers (possibly Aizawa’s??), and…

Her. Hair.

Complete chaos.

Her bangs were standing completely straight up, like they’d seen something horrifying and never recovered. The rest of her long hair was sticking out in every direction, defying physics like it had just fought off a tornado and won.

It wasn’t just messy.

It was sentient.

Sero spat out his cereal. “WHAT IN THE—are you okay?!”

Y/N blinked, bleary-eyed, gripping a mug with nothing in it.

“…No.”

Bakugo actually paused mid-toast-chewing. “The hell happened to you?”

“I slept wrong.”

“That’s not sleep. That’s a spiritual possession,” Jirou muttered, genuinely concerned.

Todoroki tilted his head. “Is it supposed to… be like that?”

Y/N scratched her head, making it worse. A piece of hair slapped her in the face. “I don’t know. It was normal last night. Then I woke up and looked in the mirror and it was like—”

She held up her mug like a Shakespearean actor.

“—I HAVE SEEN THINGS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH BATTLES.”

Mina was wheezing. “Girl, your bangs are standing straighter than Iida’s moral compass.”

“I thought it was a bird nest at first,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima. “I almost offered her sunflower seeds.”

Midoriya approached gently, like she might explode. “D-Do you want help detangling it?”

“I think it’s sentient now,” Y/N muttered. “If you touch it, it might bite.”

“I bet Present Mic’s hair bowed in respect when it saw yours,” Sero added.

Y/N slowly turned her head, her bangs refusing to move like a stiff wind couldn’t touch them. “They said if your hair touches the ceiling, it’s good luck.”

Momo was trying not to laugh but failed. “What ceiling? You’ve breached airspace. You’re legally an aircraft.”

Then—Midnight walked in.

She stopped in her tracks. Stared. Then, with the most serious voice she could manage:

“…You look like the final boss of a shampoo commercial gone wrong.”

Y/N raised one eyebrow. “Or the main character of an edgy anime where my quirk is just being really dramatic.”

“Name it,” Kaminari begged. “Name the anime.”

“‘Frizz: The Reckoning.’”

Bakugo started laughing so hard he had to turn around. “I take it back. You’re not a villain. You’re just unholy.”

“Should I put it in a bun?” Y/N asked, attempting to gather the chaos.

“No,” Todoroki said immediately. “You should document this. Scientists need to study it.”

---

One Hour Later…

Her hair was finally tamed with the combined effort of Momo’s entire salon set, six clips, three bobby pins, and a prayer.

But the legend lived on.

A photo of “Morning Y/N” became the new meme in Class 1-A’s group chat, complete with captions like:

“Quirk: Bedhead Beast Mode”

“Power level: Over 9000 follicles of fury”

“Local teen scares away villains with sheer hair volume”

“Bakugo’s explosions fear HER now”

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The End…?

(Or is the hair still out there… waiting… rising again at the next 7AM wakeup call?)

[mostly-ghostly-art]

oh yeah i drew this today :⁠^⁠)

[damagecompilation]

[ I'M NOT GOING THERE TO DIE. I'M GOING THERE TO FIND OUT IF I'M REALLY ALIVE. ]

independent multifandom multimuse ft. spike spiegel. by mak / kai.

[wildmonkiekkd]

This is so random please help😞🙏🏽

[marihakuruwaya]

is the chinchikurin fandom still alive

[ian-bean-92]

Happy day of BIRTH to my friend Syn so i drew their Murder Drones sona with their 2 favs

I know I got everyone's heights wrong but shhhh I tried my best despite my kinda recent art block 😃 👍

[luvfy0dor]

first kisses with Sigma & cheek and hand kisses! plzzz

Sigma + First Kisses, Hand Kisses, and Cheek Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; light drinking, not proofread

Sigma and yourself had been together for about a month now, and at first he was a little hesitant and awkward towards affection. He still usually wasn't the first one to grab your hand, but he had warmed up to your touch. Sometimes when you held his hand in his office, he'd bring it to his lips to kiss your knuckles like you had once done for him. He also copied your cheek kisses. However, the thought of kissing your lips had almost never crossed his mind. Not until he saw couple kiss at the casino, atleast. One of them had won big on a slot machine just before they stood up ecstatically and pulled their partner in for a big ol' smooch. His eyes widened and he hummed thoughtfully before burying the idea away, saving it for when he saw you next, which happened to be the day after. You decided to visit the casino for a drink with him after a tiring shift at work, and he was happy to see you. He greeted you with a kiss to the cheek and a hug, taking in the faint and mostly worn-out scent of your cologne/perfume. He led you over to your favorite bar in the casino and sat with you on one of the stools, letting you tell him about your day at work. "It was just so annoying! Something must be in the air because all my coworkers have been acting stupid. They can't even do the easiest of tasks." You say exasperatedly. Sigma nods, with his head resting on his balled up fist. "I'm sorry, that sounds annoying, but at least your done for the day." He said, crossing his legs. "Yeah, then I get to do it all over again tomorrow." You say, recieving your regular drink from the bartender and thanking her with a smile.

"Still though...I'd say it's pretty celebratory." He says, inspecting his nails and glancing over at you. "I guess so." You sip on your drink while holding your straw in place. "Have you ever kissed anyone?" He asks you, turning to look directly at you quick enough to see you start to laugh, a little taken aback. "Yeah, I have. Why do you ask?" You question him, setting the glass down on the finished, wooden counter with a quiet 'clank' sound. "Why don't you kiss me? I'm your boyfriend." He expressed, his eyes big and round as always. "Oh, I didn't know if you wanted me to- do you?" You ask, your brows raised in amusement. He hesitantly nods. "I never have, though." He confesses. His hands are placed in his lap and he fiddles with the fabric of his jacket while maintaining eye contact. "I know, don't worry, you'll get used to it eventually." You giggle and take another sip while he stares at you expectantly. "Wh- you mean, here? Now?" He nods again. "Why not? People kiss here all the time!" He explains. You grin and lean over to peck his lips, but his hand holds your face closer for an extra second or two. When you both pull away, he hums in contentment. "Good?" You ask him playfully, to which he replies in the affirmative. Inside, his heart was beating and his cheeks were warming up. "Uh- next time should I close my eyes though? You looked kinda silly."

A/n; I hope you like it!!! I really focused on the first kiss, but I sprinkled in the other two as well!! I've just been SOOOOO down on motivation lately cause of testing and flopping, etc. Hope everyone enjoys and it gets more than 30 notes!!!