#eein talks

[dddomenstarstwst]

I wanna have a cute little picnic date with arashi, her wearing a beautiful sundress that makes her look so so pretty.

The date proceeds as planned, you eat tasty snacks that she prepared for the both of you and have lighthearted conversations. Then at some point you lean to wipe something off the corner of her mouth, only to kiss her deeply. Your hand found its way to her knee, going up and under her dress, and there she was wearing nothing underneath, clearly hoping something like would happen.

You continue kissing her as your hand settles in between her legs, fingers slowly moving in and out. Arashi is on cloud nine when you hit her sweet spot, her elegant hands grabbing your shirt. She feels like she could cum just on spot, and the way you whispered to her how good she was for you didn't help at all.

[tinaslifeandpeople]

I seem like the type

To love him & leave him

Disappear right after this song

So tell me the way

To show you and hold you

Weren't you the one

Who never tried

You haven't made your mind mind mind

And still you saying

Time time time

I am not tryna rewind rewind wind

I wish for only moment you really loved me ?

Cause Tina is the eeine meenie monie mo lover

Tina is the eeine meenie monie mo lover

Now he takes more than 12 hrs to reply

It wasn't thing when we were new

And how can i be at peace

Cause he never said me love you

All he ever said was i like you so much

And he gets excited if i share poem and songs about him

Rather than that i am just girl who loves

He never prioritise me except last year

He never share his photos nor videos

He never talks to me now

And even if we talk we reach to bye early

Probably before it was just attraction and now i am nothing more than just a ....

I don't know if he misses that long talk we used to have or i am the only fool who is living in past

I think he will never dare

And i will also not take too much steps

Cause what if he never ever like me

But just because i wrote , sang

He had someday feelings

Which are gone like changing seasons

I really love him a lot

A lot than he ever can

[chelsfic]

Accident Forgiveness - Part 2 - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part One | Masterlist

A/N: Part two!! This is so very fun to write. I hope you enjoy! Thanks to @sabinemorans​ for listening to me talk about it! Reader gets a nickname in this one, because I can’t deal with Y/N.

Summary: Your wrist is finally healed after your run-in with a certain brooding freight train. You score a great deal on an adorable little motorbike and fix it up with your dad. All you want is a nice Sunday ride...what could go wrong?

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, automobile accidents...

---

The bike calls to you. It’s leaning up against a garage with a hand-written “For Sale” sign on it. It looks old, rusted, and well-used. Considering the low price scrawled on the sign you’re betting it needs some work.

You need it.

You pull out your phone and open your frequent contacts.

“Hey dad? How would you feel about coming down to the city with your pick-up this weekend?”

Your dad’s gruff voice rumbles over the line, “Sounds awful. When and where?”

---

You spend the weekend at your dad’s place in White Plains, fixing up the bike in the garage. Under the layers of rust and grime, it turns out to be a 2001 Honda Super Cub. Beyond a tune up and an oil change, the only thing really wrong with it is the body. Nothing a fresh coat of paint can’t fix. 

“This is a nice little bike, kiddo,” your dad congratulates you, wiping grease and sweat from his brow with an old rag. “You gonna keep it here or ride it around the city?”

You’re perched on a tall stool at your dad’s workbench, your short legs dangling as you consider, “It’d be fun to have it with me in the city on the weekends. I just gotta convince my landlord to let me keep it in his storage shed...I don’t want to leave it on the street…”

You hop off the stool to run your hand over the motorcycle’s refinished body. You’ve painted it in a sleek two-tone pattern: red and cream. Hawkguy is going to be so jealous.

“I don’t think it’ll be a problem.”

---

“Nah,” Clint waves you off as he unlocks the door to his apartment. You’ve been lurking out in the hallway waiting for him to get home. 

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” you whine, following him inside without asking. Pizza Dog jumps up to greet you, nearly knocking you down in his enthusiasm. You smile and give him a quick hug before starting again. “You still owe me, Barton!”

Clint’s head has disappeared into the refrigerator and he emerges with a Chinese food box and his mouth already stuffed with lo mein.

“Wahhh doo eein?!” he chews his food, swallowing and trying again, “Whadya mean? I threw you an apology party, didn’t I? You know how long it’ll take me to clean out that shed to fit a motorcycle inside?”

“C’mon, Clint! If I leave it on the street it’ll get stolen. Or it’ll end up collateral damage in one of your little superhero battles,” you wheedle. You walk into the kitchenette and grab his arm, looking up at him with your biggest puppy dog eyes, “C’monnnn!”

Clint sighs dramatically and finally gives in.

“On one condition...”

---

The bike struggles to reach 30 miles per hour under your combined weight and Clint’s massive form looks ridiculous clinging to you on the back of the little motor bike. But you have to admit--this is pretty damn fun. 

“Weee!” Clint yells from behind you as you putter through the streets of Brooklyn with a giant smile on your face.

---

People are passing you and giving you dirty looks as you make your way over the Brooklyn Bridge. Well, futz them. You’re enjoying your Sunday afternoon ride. You feel like a real rebel without a cause in your worn leather jacket and the bulbous, cherry red helmet you bought to match your bike. Nobody needs to know the saddle bag strapped to the back is full of library books and a take-out container from your favorite bakery.

The sun is just getting low and it’s orange-red glow reflects on the surface of the East River as you chug along. The sounds of car engines and the occasional curse from an annoyed motorist are suddenly interrupted by a long, deafening screech. You glance over your shoulder and your eyes widen in alarm as a black SUV barrels through traffic, heedlessly colliding with other vehicles as it clears a path over the bridge. 

“HOLY SH--”

The SUV screams past and you barely have time to process what you’re seeing before you’re suddenly, brutally thrown from your bike. You tuck your limbs into your body and slam into the cement with enough force to knock the wind out of you. You roll several feet before skidding to a stop. The leather jacket mostly saves you from road rash but your hands are a bloody mess and it feels like your whole middle is one big bruise. What the fuck was that? It felt almost like someone pushed you off but that’s--

You look up just in time to see your bike zooming--well, doing it’s best to zoom--away with a dark figure riding it.

Oh, hell no!

---

The red-wigged impostor is in handcuffs and leaning against the side of the SUV with a surly expression. Bucky glares at the woman, clearly connected with the Red Room and attempting to frame Natasha for the string of murders she committed over the last week.

“Don’t feel like talking, huh?” he shrugs, removing a knife from his belt and flipping it expertly in his hand. “Don’t worry, mladshaya sestra...I’ll help you find the words.”

The woman refuses to meet his eyes, fixing her gaze in the middle distance instead. Only the faintest sneer curling her lips indicates that she’s heard him at all.

Sam lands gracefully a few feet away and is already talking into his ear piece to call in backup. 

“Lotta damage, here,” he states, glancing around at the crashed cars and the wrecked motorcycle. “You’re almost as bad as Banner, Buck. Think you can manage one mission without smashing something?”

“Hey, I captured the target, didn’t I?” Bucky rolls his eyes and slips the knife back into his belt holster. 

Clint finally arrives, huffing and puffing after trying to keep up with the super soldier. He’s bent almost double, catching his breath, when his eyes light on the familiar red and cream motor bike lying mangled on the ground. 

“Hey...isn’t that--?”

All three superhero’s heads snap up as you come limping up to the scene. You’re carrying your helmet at your side and your hair is an impressive tangle whipping around your head in the breeze. When you lay eyes on the wrecked Super Cub you let out a shriek.

“MY BIKE!!”

Bucky freezes in place, his eyes wide and every muscle tensed in anxiety.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” he mumbles under his breath. 

Clint eyes him accusingly. He is never going to hear the end of this…

You stand there looking down at your ruined bike and thinking about all the adventures you’d planned to have with her. You were going to take her to Coney Island...Rockaway beach...maybe even take a road trip to the Berkshires… Your poor sweet Cubby didn’t ask for this!

“You!” you snarl, marching up to Bucky with your hands on your hips. “Why is it always you!? Do you have it out for me or something?”

Clint snorts and mutters, “He’s got somethin’ for you…”

“SHUT UP!” you and Bucky both yell simultaneously.

You turn back to Bucky and arch your brow in expectation, “Well?”

The super-spy ex-assassin Avenger stumbles over his words, “I--uh, well...I didn’t mean...I didn’t know it was--”

“Didn’t know it was ME?” you finish for him with renewed fury. “Bucky! You can’t just go around shoving people off their motorcycles!”

“‘S hardly a motorcycle…,” he mumbles angrily. “More of a scooter if anything.”

“You! You...ugh!” you fall on him in a flurry of practically useless punches aimed at his chest. Bucky stands there looking bemused as you rain down fury with your tiny fists on his solid, immovable muscles.

“Hey!” Clint shouts in an excellent approximation of a frustrated dad voice. “Enough! Don’t do a hit on Bucky! That’s not nice.”

He puts his arms around you from behind and drags you away from the super soldier who looks--infuriatingly--unscathed. 

“But he stole my bike and wrecked it!” you whine, finally going limp and dropping from Clint’s hold.

Clint rolls his eyes to the sky like a martyr. 

“And do two wrongs make a right, young lady?”

“Pshh,” you scoff, shaking your head and leaning over your bike to check the saddle bag. You flip it open to find that the box containing your cherry pie has been pulverized and…

“MY LIBRARY BOOKS!!!”

---

The next morning you’re awoken by the cacophony of sounds coming from the alleyway behind the building. It sounds like Monty Python building the frickin’ Trojan Rabbit. You growl and roll out of bed, falling to the floor and catching yourself on your bandaged hands, cursing at the stinging pain.

“Stupid…’vengers...think they can do whatever they want...just cuz they save the world sometimes…” you’re muttering under your breath as you stagger to your feet and pull the cord on your blinds to look out your bedroom window. 

The door to the supply shed is open and two guys are bent over your wrecked bike. You throw the window open in an instant and climb out onto the fire escape.

“Hey!” you bellow. “Uh--stop! That’s my bike! I know the Avengers, buds! And I can have them down here so fast--”

The two men crane their necks to look up at you. One of them is wearing a welding mask but the other one is definitely--

“Bucky?”

He looks up at you with a sheepish smile and gives a little wave with his metal hand.

“Hey, Kit Kat…” he greets and you frown in confusion until you look down and realize you’re wearing a baggy nightshirt you’d got at Hershey Park. It’s emblazoned with the Kit Kat logo. Even from two stories up you can see the gleam of humor in his eyes. You can also see...a lot more. He’s wearing a black tank top that shows off his impossibly toned shoulders and back. Your brain short circuits momentarily as you rake your eyes down his form. 

The man beside him flips up the mask and you see he’s an older guy with a sharp goatee. 

“Are we taking a social break or are we getting to work, Barnes? You know I gave up brunch to do this for you. Brunch,” the man voice drips with sarcasm.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, Tony,” Bucky shakes his head and turns back to the bike. 

Wait, Tony as in--?

“Hey!” you call down and Bucky lifts his head up to lock eyes with you. How can those blue eyes still have so much power from so far away?? “You still owe me for the library books!”

Bucky laughs and turns back to the bike.

“I mean it! I have a clean library record, Bucky! I’m gonna have fines!”

“Don’t push it, doll!” he calls as Tony ignites the blow torch.

---

A week later you scoot up to the curb on a side street near the Bedford Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library. Cubby has been restored to her former glory thanks to Bucky and Tony’s loving care and you give her an affectionate pat as you dismount and walk down the street toward the squat, brick library building. There may be grander libraries in New York but this is your neighborhood branch and it feels like home. You mutter and shake your head at the prospect of having to pay replacement fines for the books that Bucky ruined.

The librarian behind the desk is about your age with dyed bright red hair and a sleeve of tattoos that look like children’s book illustrations. Cool. 

“Hey--um,” you roll your eyes in irritation at yourself. “I have to pay some replacement fees? I kind of...got cherry pie all over some books.”

The librarian laughs good-naturedly and pulls up your account on her computer. She asks you for the titles and frowns at her screen. 

“Looks like...yeah--they’ve already been paid for,” she tells you with a shrug. “Guess you have a mysterious benefactor.”

You smile faintly and shake your head. Mysterious, my ass. You thank her and you’re about to leave when she stops you. 

“Do you want to pick up your hold?”

You don’t remember putting anything on hold...but you’ve had occasional bouts of late-night enthusiasm that resulted in excessive library catalog searches, maybe you forgot...

“Uh...sure,” you say and watch as she disappears into an office behind the circulation desk.

She returns a few minutes later with a slim paperback volume in her hands. She scans the barcode and slips the receipt into the book.

“Enjoy!” she says with a smile and you thank her once again. 

You glance down at the cover as you’re walking out and you let out a bark of laughter even as irritation spikes behind your eyes. 

“Motorcycle Safety: Basics for Beginners”

Bucky Frickin’ Barnes...

Tags: @watsonwise​ 

A/N: “Don’t do a hit on Bucky”-- yes that was a McElroy reference. 

[highqualityblog]

late night thoughts\ by me, who is drunk

long self post under the 8r8k ((((((((its me rambling abt myself and life ))))))))

dear future me u should 100% delete this dear everyone else dont read this unless u want to  in which case read it its chill

NEGATIEVES\

even doin s\omethin i os\tens\ibly enjoy for work, in the world were in, or als\o thru brain problems\ and s\hit is\ like.... s\till pretty alienating and hard a lot of the time and s\omtimes\ i dont even want to do this\ thing that i care about

s\ome of that is\ jus\t the lates\t s\et of work and workin for caus\es\ that while like, s\eem like the bes\t outcome of a s\ituation and pay the bills\..... are not like s\hit i care about

not having buy-in, from mys\elf is\ frus\trating

im s\till fundamentally workin for money and for people operatin on a greater s\cale than me s\o its\ like.... s\till work

i feel lkie a mercenary altho tbo  be clear im not workin fundamentlay agains\t my own interes\ts\ its\ jus\t like... goddamnitd be  nice ttoo  fight a  fight i want but i gotttta pay the bills i guess

i probably s\houldnt be alone this\ much its\ never good for me ive been workin from hotels\ and not s\eein other humans\ very much and its\ like even if i talk to friends\ online and on the phone and s\tuff its\ lonely as\ hell

genders\ fuckin crazy and its\ s\omethin ive been like actualllly wres\tlin w for a while even tho i gotta deal w the fact that mos\t of the people i now deal w arent like trans\ or queer or nothin and its\ like...                         come on.            i need that in my life.  i mis\s\ home, and i mis\s\ bein around people that were like als\o workin with that and you dont really know that till yr gone i dont even think i could go back to like, old life, whatever but s\till

at leas\t i feel comfortable now openly bein like “yeah i us\e s\he/they pronouns\” in my online friend group and im probably gonna put it on my s\lack at work or whatever but that took time and s\elf reflection and s\hit and its\ nice

i gotta s\tp dirnkin alone at night lmao and cut back on the nicotine bc damn it\s gettin s\illy like come on tara 

ON THE FLIP S\IDE :

work is\ pretty good when i can think s\traight and focus\ liek it aint as\ fullfillin as\ id like but its\ pretty good and im gettin better and goddamnit im gonna be a good organis\er even if im not as\ good as\ i want to be yet. im gonna fight

can a job even be totally fulfillin???? probably not lmao so thats a wild expectation  2 even have

bein on the sidleines for now is a bit of a bummer but some recent experiences say: i still got it, and im    better than i have been in the past so :)))) gonna be the fckin best whatever the hell that means, im not 100% sure i know this path is still unclear 

i got a good things goin w my current place w gender i got shit to do still dont get me wrong and shit to think about and prob always will but like.. its pretty nice and i also feel very comfrotable w my current aeshethics or whatever

im not as “Whoops wanna diE” as i used 2 be which is kinda nice???? its still there dont get me wrong but its easier 2 manage these days

im not a great person dont get me wrong but im workin 2 get better abd i guess thats all u can do

i got some good friends who i care a lot abt and that helps a lot and is good 

hawaiian shirts is workin out pretty good for me overall getting som b4 comin to florida was the CORRECT decision bc im lovin this

also geuss my keyboard stopped adding the \ after sss at the end not gonna fix that because thats way 2 much effort

notes 4 future tara:   chill out on drinking and nic, read some  fuckignnn  books, do some other shit idc also fistbomp Yr great and i love u ; )

[cdc1345711]

Pobre Pucho Scene-The Date

(Pucho and Pituka were on their way to the most fanciest restaurant the ‘Shine Fine Lagoon-a place Pervy suggested but on their way there they had no clue they were being followed)

Pervy”Hurry up or we won’t catch up to them”

Nelly”Us hurry up? you’re the slowest one out of all of us Hoss”

Pervy”Well not all of us are fit to perfection my sweet sweet Nelly”

Nelly”Ugh”

(They all 3 get snatched up by Astrid)

Astrid”I thought our plan was to follow the Mistress and her Lover while not making them aware of our presence so will you my compatriots please be silent”

(They all 3 say okay while continue following the 2 daters)

Putika”Hey Pucho-feel like somebody is following us?”

Pucho”Not really-I think it’s just out hunger getting to us”

Putika”Yeah that could be it-oh here it is”

(They enter the ‘Shine Dine Lagoon to see all the glow worms and beautiful fish swimming above them-Pucho is especially entranced by the beauty)

Pucho”Pretty lights and fishies”

(He is immediately snapped out of it when Putika tells him to follow their waiter to there table-not realizing the gang are at the table about a few steps behind theirs-they look at the menus)

Pituka”What are you gonna get Pucho?-I’m thinking the Ocean blue cheese salad”

Pucho”Don’t know-I can’t even pronounce some of this stuff-what’s Crew-stay-eein’ Play-ter?”

Pituka”(Giggling)That’s the crustacean platter-has crab,lobsters and other shellfish on it”

Pucho”Oh(he says in a ‘just got it’voice)I think i’ll get that”

(They order their food and some soda to drink-and the night seems to be going well)

Pervy”Looks like their date is going great”

(A waiter stops by)

Waiter”Excuse me monsieur Hoss but you and your companions have been here for the last hour and have not ordered a thing so i’m going to ask you all to-”

Lucy”(Whose using her succubus charm to persuade the waiter)We just haven’t found the right order yet,hope you don’t mind if we talk a little longer”

Waiter”(Sweating his toupee off)of course Mademoiselle(leaves)”

Astrid”I wanted to order the shrimp”

(After Pucho paid for their dinner-loving the food mind you-they decided to take a midnight walk)

Pucho”Stars are pretty tonight-not as pretty as the fishes and glow worms but still”

Putika”Yeah I agree-although I like to think of the stars as the universes glow worms”

Pucho”That’s(thinking about it)actually makes sense”

(They both laugh and watch the Moon over the lake-heads together with Pucho wrapping an arm around Pituka’s shoulder)

Pucho”(Looking into her eyes)I had a nice time on out on our date Putika”

Pituka”(Looking back at him)I did too Pucho”

(A few feet away the gang is spying on them from a bush)

Nelly”Are they about to-”

Lucy”(Eyes all big and bulgy)YESSSSS(she says in a quiet tone)”

(As Pucho and Pituka lean in closer-----)

Pucho”Pituka-”

Pituka”Yes-”

Pucho”(Wiping her left cheek)You had some olive oil on your cheek but I got it”

Lucy”OH COME OOOOOOOOON(the gang hides her quickly)”

Pucho and Pituka”What was that?”

(After their walk they head home and open the door to see their friends already there a breathing heavily)

Pituka”Hey guys why’re you all breathing so much”

Pervy”We were(thinking of a valid excuse)did some exercises with Nelly-you know how she is with her evening routines(Nelly gives him the death stare)”

PItuka”Boy do I (remembering the last time she and Nelly ‘exercised)well i’m off to bed(gives Pucho a cheek kiss)good night Pucho”

Pucho”(Flustered by the kiss)Nighty night”

Pervy”So did the date go well?”

Pucho”Why do you ask-you guys were there following us?”

(Everyone looks at Pucho with surprised faces)

Pucho”Yeah I noticed you guys following-I may not be the sharpest tool in the kitchen but I’m not stupid,actually ‘yawn’ I might go to bed too-night guys”

(Pucho goes to bed with every looking dumbfounded at each other while collapsing from tiredness)

THE END

[yippee-ki-yay-mcclane]

Transatlanticism-Chapter 21-Eeine, Meenie, Miney, Mo

As soon as the elevator came to a halt down in the cargo bay, both Garrus and Wrex were on top of her. It seemed like both of them didn’t want to wait for her to come to them to discuss whatever it was that was so important.

“Woah, hold on you two. One at a time,” she said as she raised both of her hands in a defensive manner.

“I told Joker first that I needed to talk to you,” Wrex grunted at her.

“But mine is a matter of Citadel security, Wrex,” Garrus said in a defensive tone of voice. “I think yours can wait a day or two at most.”

more can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6445654/chapters/49395407

[yanceyrenee-blog]

Chapter 16 Self Defense

" Dear Lord, Bless this food. Bless this fellowship. Please heal those still in the hospital. Give rest to those here sleeping and heal any damage done by this evil attack. Bring Your peace here. Jesus name, amen." Erin prayed as we sat around the table a few minutes later. Alisha had prepared a light lunch of turkey sandwiches with sliced fruit and yogurt. We sit down and eat and talk. Alisha tells Erin about her military service. " I knew there was something about you." She then tells her about my bit of shock in Nellie's room. Erin insists on giving me a check-up right there in my kitchen. " Thanks Alisha." I say with sarcasm as Erin takes my blood pressure and pulse. " I promised your husband I would look after you." she reminds me. " Shhhh." Erin shushs her as she listens for my blood pressure. " 115/65 pulse 70. You are good." " Thanks Mrs Ables. It was just the shock of seeing Josiah's face on tv. The fear." " Don't think about that." Alisha advises. I am really trying not to. We clean up the kitchen. " Are we keeping you from something Alisha?" Eein asks her. " Well, I was going to deep clean my bathroom but I guess it can wait." she responds with a smile." But seriously no. Sarah and I were going to head to a Cancer Survivors group. That was all I had scheduled today. " Good. Because I feel safer with you here." I tell her. " I will be here as long as you need me." she assures me. " What do you do for a living?" Erin asks. " I teach self defense classes. In fact if you and Josiah don't mind, I would like to teach Sarah and Beth." " I sure wouldn't mind." Erin replies. " I am sure Josiah won't either. It would make him feel better about letting him out of his sight." I say. It is the first time anyone has seeked Josiah permission instead of daddy. It is strange to me. They get into a discussion about techniques and I slip off to rejoin my husband. I find daddy awake standing in the hall. I update him on the Powers and Alisha's background. " If we would have known that we would have felt better about y'all leaving." " Well go down and talk to her daddy." " You are anxious to go check on Josiah. I see." " Thanks daddy." I slip into our room and daddy heads downstairs. " You know if you had fully disclosed your background to us, we would have felt much better about you taking our ladies off." I say to Alisha as Eric and I sit eating lunch. " Sorry about that." " It is Okay. So you teach self defense?" " Yes, since leaving active duty except for the time I was battling cancer." " I would love for you to teach my daughter." Eric says. " As would I." I add. " Not a problem Eric. But sorry James. You are not who I have to ask. I look blankly at her. " Her husband." "Oh right. But I am sure he feels the same." She isn't my little girl anymore. She rushed off to see him And I am not the permission giver anymore. Josiah is a great guy. But the knowing the he will be the one she looks to from know on still stings. I wake up slowly, confused. I open my eyes and see my wife's face. " Hi Josiah. Did you sleep well." ." I did. Thanks for insisting. You and Alisha, the drill sergeant." She lays. " What's funny?" She tells me about Alisha's background, what she is doing now, and how the Powers are. " Wow. Y'all were sure in good hands." " Yes, and that was good because..." She then tells me all about what had happened in Nellie's room. " Thank God she was there. I hate to think what would have happened if she wasn't. What freaked you out?" " When I saw the fear on your face." " It is okay." " It is okay now." I turn on the tv in our room. I muted it and flip through it until I find the report the flipped my wife out. I pull her against my chest so she can't see. When I see my face I understand her shock. I feel a little bit of it myself.