You hated to admit it but there was one thing in the word that you loved more than anything. And that was the chocolate colored lab that was laying right beside you.
Technically, Marshall wasn’t yours but he still brought you a comfort on lonely days when Tyler was gone. Like now, he was laying on the left side of the bed while you were on the right so you could smell your boyfriend’s scent that he left along with his pillow.
This time it wasn’t supposed to be long, only a week so he left some things that he normally would bring on the road. In fact, Tyler’s supposed to be home today, so Marshall and you decided to just chill on the blue bed that you and Ty shared.
As you continued to think about the hockey player, your right hand ran through the labs fur and you couldn’t help but kiss his precious forehead. This made the doggy open his eyes and he barking showing his excitement before attacking you with kisses. “Marsh-” you giggled pushing him a little to slide up so you could sit against the headboard. With the dog sitting on your legs, you cupped his squishy face in your hands. “You’re such a good boy. Yes, you are.” Marshall barked while his tail was swinging side to side.
“Sometimes, I think you love him more.” The familiar voice made the lab jump off you to run towards the bedroom door where his daddy was standing. He was wearing a black athlete shirt with green shorts. “Hey, bud.” Tyler dropped his duffle bag to crouch down, letting the doggy lick his face. “Did you keep mama safe while I was gone?” Marshall barked in response. “Good boy.” You just watched the two with a smile on your face and waited patiently for your turn.
Once Ty looked your way his smiled matched yours before walking over to you. His hands moved to your hips before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Well, Marshall, doesn’t leave me for weeks to months a time.” He let out an aired laugh before saying.
“I missed you.”
You smiled. “I missed you, too.” Your hands when to the back of his neck to bring his lips down to yours.
Tyler moaned in response before pushing you down on the soft bed. As his hands went inside your shirt the both of you heard whining. “Marshall, go away.” The hockey player mumbled against your lips before slightly pushing the chocolate lab away with his leg.
Once the both of you didn’t hear the whining anymore, the kissed got more heated. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pulled him closer to add pressure were you needed him the most.
You’re hands played with the hem of his shirt, notifying your boyfriend that you wanted it off. Luckily, Tyler noticed this so he pulled away to take it off. You couldn’t help but stare at his nicely shaped chest down to his abs, plus that delicious v-line that made your mouth. However, what really drove you crazy would definitely have to be his tattooed covered biceps.
You finally looked away from his arms to look at his bearded face and that’s when you noticed the his signature smirk. “Like what you see?”
You didn’t say anything but sat up a little to remove your, well, his shirt revealing your lavender laced bra. “Like what you see?” A smirk was placed on your lips as his dropped into a snare.
Tyler pushed you back onto the bed then grind his hips onto yours making your mouth open to let out a mouthy groan. “That’s for mocking me, baby.” His lips moved to neck surely leaving a hickey then he moved back to your lips.
Suddenly, the bed dipped right beside the two of you and a wet feeling (other then in your underwear) appeared from your face to Tyler’s. The two of you pulled apart to see Marshall wagging his tail happily. “Aw, baby boy were you jealous?” The lab barked in response. You put a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder to push him away.
“What?” The hockey player was so confused when you moved from under him to play with his dog. “But I thought we were-”
“Ty,” you turned to him. “Marshall just wants some attention.”
A pout covered your boyfriend’s face. “But I do, too.” You moved over to your side of the bed and patted to the spot beside you. Tyler quickly moved over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. But Marshall started barking making you two pull away. You laughed while your hockey player groaned. “He’s such a clock block.”
"Oh, be quiet.” You said pushing him slightly making Ty laugh.
"No, seriously.” He commented while grabbing your hand. “Before we started dating, you know when I was a total douche.” You gave him a look. “Okay, more than I am now. I used to bring girls home and Marshall would bark at them like crazy. It scared them so bad that they would leave me all high and dry. If you know what I mean.”
You squinted your eyes. “Oh, I know what you mean.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
"Oh, come on babe. You know how I was before I met you.” Tyler wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you onto his lap so you would straddle him.
"I know,” a sigh escaped your month as you began to play with his hair. “But it doesn’t him I want to be reminded about it.”
"M'sorry.” He mumbled before pecking your lips. Marshall didn’t like the attention off him so he moved over to his father and started to lick his face.
"It’s funny.” You giggled while petting the sweet boy. “Because we wouldn’t have met, if Marsh didn’t tackle me in that park.”
"Yeah.” You boyfriend smiled. “I guess, at that time he had better taste than me.”
A huge smile covered your face. “Guess so.” You kissed the lab’s forehead then Tyler’s lips. “You know,” you started. “Maybe he’s just lonely.” The both of you watched as the dog moved to the end of the bed to lay down in his original spot.
"Yeah.” You turned back to your man and noticed the gears in his head moving.
"Hey.” You called out getting his attention. “You can still feel me up if you’ll like.”
You watched as a big smile covered his face. “Have I ever told you how much I love you.”
You smirked a little. “Maybe a little.”
"Well, I love you.” Tyler kissed your cheek.
"Love you, too my little douche.”
The next morning Tyler left you a note saying he’ll be home by noon, he had something to do with practice so you started to cook some fried pork chops with string beans and mashed potatoes. Yes, that may seem like a lot for lunch but Tyler is always very hungry after practice.
Anyway, Marshall was standing at your feet ready for anything you accidentally drop. As you stirred the mashed potatoes a text appeared on your phone.
Ty🖤: come outside
You squinted your eyes before rolling them. You turned off the stove then walked out the kitchen. “Come, Marshall.” The lab followed after you as you made your way through the house to the front door. “Ty.” You called out while walking down the steps. Suddenly, a small black thing ran up to you, nearly causing you to fall. “Oh my goodness.” You squealed as you picked up the little black lab. “You’re the cutest.”
"So you like him? I think his name will be Midnight or Cash?”
"I love him.” You turned away from your boyfriend to carry to new pup into the house. “You hungry?” The puppy started to lick your face. “Yes, I’m sure you are.”
"Um, Y/n.” You paid Tyler no attention as you put the little thing on the floor near Marshall who was trying to figure the black lab out.
You went over to the pork chops and started to cut up some pieces. “Here you go my babies.” You gave them some to which they very much appreciated it.
"What about me?” You looked at the hockey player and smiled.
"Come over here, daddy.” You giggled at the new puppy who started to paw at Marshall.
Arms wrapped around your waist. “You know better then to call me that.” You picked up a piece of pork and turned around to put it in your boyfriend’s mouth.
"Later.” You kissed his cheek. “But now, you eat.” He smiled before the both of you watched as the dogs played together. “I like Cash. It sounds more human.” Tyler looked at you. “Since Marshall is a human name. It would be crazy to name him Midnight.”
He smiled before replying. “Cash it is then.” You hopped on the counter so Tyler could stand in between your legs.
"Oh, and once the babies go to sleep-” you slid a finger down his white shirt to stop at his belt buckle. “Mama and daddy are gonna have some grown-up time.”
A smirk appeared on his face. “I’ll like that.” Once his lips crashed onto yours, a pair of whines were heard. “Oh, come on!”
A/N: Soz about not getting this up right away and I apologize even more in advance if this was shite. This is my second draft and a repost (due to errors) so I hope it’s alright.
Y/N = your name.
One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist meant you got to take cool candids for your blog. One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist in Gotham, meant you got to take cool candids of the city’s very own vigilantes in action for your very dedicated blog.
People often asked you why you didn’t work with any of the news agencies like Gotham Gazette or GNN but you had, as an intern and you hated the working conditions. You were on call 24/7 and your deadlines were tight and sometimes you were out for hours following the action. Instead, you ended up selling some of your photos to them whenever they need material.
Now you worked on your own terms and your blog was decently successful. People from all over read your articles and shared your work, even though it was mostly just you gushing professionally about Batman and his group of birds and bats.
You had gotten a cold from lack of sleep and a stakeout at the docks from last week so you hadn’t been keeping up your blog, but the feeling of drowsiness and constant hacking of your lungs had lessened over the past few days so you decided it was time to get back into the kick of things.
Talk on social media said Nightwing was apparently back in town so you wanted to try and get some good shots of him before he went back into hiding. With your gear bag, you headed out for your hunt.
Two hours had passed on your stakeout and so far, all you had were a couple shots of the Pioneer’s bridge from your spot. You looked around through your camera and noticed someone sitting on the ledge of the clock tower a few blocks from you. You couldn’t tell who it was but you were hoping it was Nightwing.
You drove over and located the back door, instantly regretting your decisions when you noticed how many flights of stairs you had between you and your destination.
“The things I do for my blog…” You sighed as you tried to quicken up your pace before you missed Nightwing. The door to rooftop was alright slightly ajar so you quietly pushed it open to see if someone was still out there and to your surprise, they were.
You had been hoping it was Nightwing, but it wasn’t. It was the Red Hood in all his glory, sitting next to the gargoyle. He was dressed in his usual leather jacket and red helmet. He looked to almost be, pondering about something. You quickly uncapped your camera and got your angle right but what you had forgotten to do was turn off your flash.
You should have been more careful but it was too late to fix your mistake because the bright light had caught the vigilante’s attention and before you knew it, you were being held at gun point. The Red Hood stood against the ledge he was previously occupying with a gun aimed directly at you.
You let out a yelp of surprise as your camera fell against your abdomen and your hands came up in surrender.
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?” The Red Hood shouted as you tried to take a step back. That was your second mistake because he clicked off the safety lock of his gun and you knew if you dared to move another muscle, the next click wouldn’t be the safety lock returning to place.
You had heard the stories of the Red Hood and although it seemed less terrifying over your computer screen, you were nearly wetting your pants at the sheer thought of what he could do. “I-I don’t work for anyone! I’m a freelance journalist!”
“A what?” He asked and you trembled in your spot.
“A freelance journalist, I take photos of Gotham’s vigilantes and write articles about you guys on my blog.” You replied as you tried to sound brave but that wall came tumbling down as the masked vigilante walked up to you, gun still pointed. You whimpered as you closed your eyes.
Is this how you were going to die? Is this what they call “death on the job” because you’re not sure whether this is how you wanted to go.
You were sure he was going to blow your brain to mush with a click of the trigger but instead, you heard a slight snort and the gun being put back into his holster.
You opened your eyes slowly and looked up at the man in front you. You only ever got shots of him from far away but wow, was he ever tall and bulky…
“So you’re a fan? I didn’t know I had those.” He crossed his arms across his chest, adorned in with the red bat symbol.
“Y-yeah?” You wanted to tell him how he was quite well-liked within the community of readers on your blog but your voice faded out before you had the chance. You stood up a little straighter and gave a tiny cough. “My readers quite like you. They question your ethics but I might have accidentally swayed their opinions from that…”
“You’ve written articles about me?”
You were a bit taken back by the question but you nodded anyway, “Well, you are a vigilante, are you not?”
He thought about it for a second before chuckling, “I think I’m more of the anti-hero.”
You cocked your head to the side, capping your camera as you waited for an answer.
“I kill people and last I checked, everyone else sort of just injures them or knocks ‘em out for the cops to deal with.”
“But you’re still doing for the city, even if it’s not ethical… per say, you still get rid of the bad guys.” Red Hood shrugged in response.
The two of you stood in awkward silence for a couple seconds before he spoke up. “Do you have any cool candids of me to share?” You looked up in surprise and all though you couldn’t see his face, it sounded like he was smiling.
The two of you walked over to the ledge and you went through your camera, showing him the photos you had of him on your memory card. He took the time to admire them and ask about your job. It didn’t come as a surprise that he was a nice guy, but his funny personality kind of did. He joked around with you and even shared a few laughs and by the end of the night, you had long forgotten about why you even came up here in the first place.
He didn’t talk much about himself except how he died once and this was one of his favourite places to come when he wanted time alone to think or take up the view of the city, although he was very adamant you did not disclose that information to anyone. You zipped your lip and threw the invisible key, to which he laughed at.
Depicting body language came with the job as a writer and from the way he moved when he talked about himself, you could take from that the life of being an “anti-hero” was pretty lonely. You wanted to ask him for his opinion about relationships as a vigilante but thought better than to impede on his personal life.
He also took the time to apologize for holding you at gun point but you just brushed him off telling him you should be the one apologizing for trying to sneak up on him like that.
The two of you just hung out side by side as you took some quick photos of the view. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see Red Hood trying to take subtle glances at you, but you pretended not to notice. He was probably looking at something else or still tense from you sneaking up on him. After all, he was trained to be wary and vigilant of people and surroundings.
“Uh, I should probably head home to write my article… Plus you have a city to protect and all.” You smiled awkwardly as you packed up your stuff.
“Yeah, thank you for keeping me company.” Red Hood nodded along before looking around. “Do you have a safe way home?”
“I got my car downstairs.” You pointed your thumb at the door and started walking backward. “I guess I’ll see you around, don’t die again!”
The two of you shared a nod and you left. A hand came up to your chest as you bent over to breathe once the door was closed. Really? Don’t die again? Who the hell says that to a guy who once died? You couldn’t be more mortified at your choice of words, and before you could think anymore, you ran down the steps of the creepy stairs and got in your car to leave.
You spent the remainder of the night writing your article in your dimly lit apartment about how lonely the crime-fighting life can get. You could only assume how hard it was to find love and keep up relationships when you had bad guys going after you and your job consisted of putting yourself on the cusp of death every night. You wrote your thoughts down and checked it for errors before attaching the slightly edited photo of the Red Hood sitting next to his favourite gargoyle, Francis as he called it, before publishing it.
Over the course of the next few days, reads and comments poured in on your post, some agreeing with you and others asking where you got your “source” from. Many were amazed at how close and personal the photo was, stopping in the comments to ask if you knew him personally. You couldn’t address the last two so you just left them as it was and carried on with your other stuff.
The next time you saw him, you were catching Red Hood taking down a few thugs in Crime Alley. The photos worked out beautifully and you were just about to leave your spot in the alley across when he noticed your camera peeking out. The two of you stared at each other for a split second before you ran out the other side of your alley and drove off. The time after that, he was fighting alongside Arsenal to stop a drug shipment down at the docks. That one was a difficult scene to capture and just when you thought you had a good photo, you realized he had caught you once again and this time gave you a thumbs up in your photo. The fight was getting bad and the sound of more men coming scared you off.
You were still a little embarrassed about your awkward departure so you tried to make sure you always left before the fight was over, to avoid contact with him.
Tonight was a stakeout night so you were back at the rooftop a few blocks from the clock tower. The one that gave you a good view of his gargoyle. It was around two in the morning when you thought you had seen him perched in his usual spot tonight, but when you brought your camera up to your face, the figure was gone.
You were slightly disappointed. You took quite a liking to the red helmet wearing vigilante, but of course, you couldn’t come forth with that kind of confession to someone you didn’t really know and after your awkward departure, you really couldn’t work up the guts to face him again.
You were scoping out the rooftops through your camera, panning over for any signs of the bright red helmet when you turned to the side and yelped as the familiar red bat symbol had come into a close-up view. You let your camera fall against you as you bent over to catch your breath and calm your heartbeat. “Now I know how that feels.”
A chuckle came from him, slightly muffled from his mask but nonetheless loud enough for you to catch. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of you. “Have you been avoiding me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, I told you I kept a safe distance from the action. I don’t want to get involved.” You defended yourself as you packed up.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, I would protect you if someone else caught you.” The cocky attitude was laced in his words and you couldn’t help but blush.
“Why waste your time?”
“Because who else is going to take sexy candids of me during my fights if Gotham lost their best photojournalist?” He leaned up against the ledge of the building as you stopped for a moment. “I read your article by the way. The one with me and the gargoyle.”
Your eyes widened as you blushed furiously, “And?”
“It was really well-written. You hit the nail right on the head.” He praised you and your heart swelled at his compliment. The Red Hood just complimented your work. The Red Hood read your work. “But to be honest, I wasn’t feeling all that lonely that night. I had you to talk to, and I quite enjoyed our time so it was a shame you never came back to visit. I was expecting you to when you said you would see me around.”
Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you looked up to meet his masked eyes. “It looks like you’re closing shop for the night but if you get the chance next time, come visit Francis and I. If not, I’ll look for you myself.” And with that, he was gone. You heard him grapple away but you were still in shock from what he said to move.
THIS BLOG IS MAJORITY PLOT BASED. as my time is limited ( i work 6 days a week ), i find it easier to write when i’ve discussed plots beforehand. i’m also a big fan of developing characters ooc, as that helps give a more natural foundation for the relationships discussed.
SO, LIKE THIS POST if you’d be interested in plotting something with hop, & i’ll jump into your im’s !
A note was carved in a strong tree, by a knife made out of love, of two hands happily moving as one, a place where they swear to meet again.
They are trying to hold the time, caress it with their undying love, tick for the man who suddenly disappeared, tock for the lady who keeps on waiting.
Every sob that came out of her mouth, pulls the words he softly said out loud, there are songs continuously playing on background, a stunning rhythm and two hearts swaying as one.
He walks through the path no one else can see, she holds onto the feelings even if the days forbid, he promised that someday he will return, with his love for her unchanging and growing even more.
Seconds are effortlessly running, she pushes her way through an invisible wall, minutes turn hours and end up in weeks, he turned his back away as her heart starts shattering.
Now the lady in tears stopped and stiffly stands, staring blankly at the clock that blocks the road out, a soulmate and best friend once she truly believes in, became someone who left without even explaining.
She was lost and found herself peering at a tree, bending her knees and picking up a knife, alone yet she writes another promise, hoping one day time will finally be on their side.
A/N: I get this overwhelming constipation in my chest whenever I get requests and feedback from my lovely bean bops and I just wanted to say thank you for making me super happy and flustered and HELLA FORKIN’ EXCITED! YOU ASKED FOR BONUS SO HERE YOU GO!
That night, you went home with this constant tightness in your chest.
Did he really mean that?
You tossed and turned that whole night, your blog long forgotten after your newest article was posted. You were giddy about the fact he wanted to hang out more. So much so, you found yourself randomly squealing as you did your nightly routine.
He was just being friendly. Yeah, friendly…
Although his playful threat might have meant nothing, you low-key really wanted to know if he would put in the effort to look for you. So the first night or two, you purposely kept a low profile during your outings to stay hidden from Red Hood. I mean, it was hard to considering he ran on rooftops and it would be too hard to spot a lurking figure taking photos during the dead of night.
However, by night number three, you actually had a meeting with a couple members from the Gazette over a deal which included you getting paid a hefty amount if you went to Metropolis the next morning to take photos of an upcoming protest and rally. You were hoping to be able to sneak out but a friend who was visiting from out of town wanting to grab drinks.
The next morning, you had to take the train down to Metropolis in the morning for the protest that lasted until eight in evening and so you got home pretty late anyways.
By the time Wednesday rolled around, you kind of missed seeing the familiar red helmet head around so you decided enough with the hiding. You were surprised you even had enough willpower to not make your presence known on your usual building or to visit the clock tower, considering how antsy you had been the night of your guys’ confrontation.
You drove out to the clock tower and made your way up the creepy steps once more, this time you decided to knock on the door before opening it in case he was already there. You really didn’t want to have a gun pointed at you again…
The smell of cigarette smoke lingered on the rooftop so you could only assume he was smoking before he heard you.
A/N: Sorry for the lack of creativity in the title but it was the prompt that kind of inspired this fic so it seemed fitting. Requested by @little-broken-fire-cracker. I hope you like it! 💙 Also this is my first Bucky fic so I hope it’s okay
Key: Y/N - Your name, Y/N/N - Your nickname
Warnings: Some swearing and the reader throws up
Summary: The Avengers attend the monthly game night but things take a turn for the unexpected when Thor introduces his Asguardian liquor.
Being an Avenger was tough. From the early morning work-outs right up until the late night parties. Regardless, you wouldn’t change a things as you were right where you wanted to be. You had next to no family, those you once had you left behind to live a life where watching your back had to become second nature to you.
The Avengers are your crazy family now and you all looked out for one another. After the ‘small’ Civil War amongst the team was resolved you decided to move into the Avengers Compound with Tony, Rhodey, Steve, Sam, Vision, Thor (when he wasn’t in Asguard or with Jane) and your two best friends Natasha and Wanda. Of course not forgetting the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. God that man would be the death of you.
It all started when Bucky came to live at the Compound with the rest of you after having any remnants of Hydra erased from his mind. As soon as you caught sight of him one morning wearing just a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, you were done for. Nat, Wanda and even Steve knew that you had a little crush on the super soldier but there was no way you were going to admit the truth anytime soon. Or so you thought.
Little did you know that Bucky felt exactly the same way that you did. He had to physically control himself when you came sauntering into the gym day after day wearing booty shorts and a sports bra covering your physique that left little to the imagination. It didn’t really help that he was your sparring partner either.
So here you were on this seemingly uneventful afternoon dodging punch after punch that Bucky threw at you, desperately trying to pin him in any way you could to claim the title as victor. He managed to graze your stomach with his right hand but couldn’t land a single punch.
“Is that all you’ve got Barnes?” You taunted out of breath and your energy fading.
“You haven’t seen anything yet darlin’, let me show you what I’ve got.”
You both locked eyes for a moment until you noticed Bucky leaning towards you stealing subtle glances at your lips. You were only inches apart when Sam sauntered into the gym belting out a Marvin Gaye classic at the top of his lungs. You jumped back instantly and made as much space between you and Bucky as possible.
Bucky inwardly groaned at Sam’s extremely bad timing and vowed to himself that he would tell you how he felt about you soon. As luck would have it, tonight happened to be the Avengers monthly game night.
You quickly bolted from the gym because of the sexual tension that lingered between yourself and a certain Winter Soldier. You didn’t want Sam picking up the tension either as he was the biggest gossip you knew.
The remainder of your afternoon consisted of lounging on your comfy bed wandering what would have happened if it wasn’t for Sam and his major cock-blocking. Glancing at the clock you realised that it was almost time for the game night to commence. Changing into a low-key black dress and applying some make-up you made up your mind. You would tell Bucky how you felt.
Walking towards the elevator you could feel your nerves creeping up on you. If you were going to survive this night then you needed a drink. Before you could press the button to go to the ground floor someone joined you in the confined space.
“Hey Y/N, looking gorgeous as always” Sam quipped. You let out a small chuckle.
“Hey Sammy” you shot back knowing how much he hated the nickname you gave him. He simply gave you a smirk and proceeded to talk to you.
“You know Thor is here right? He’s brought some Asguardian liquor too.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and nudged you jokingly. He knew how drunk you got when you drank it.
“That’s great Sam” you responded in a monotone voice.
“Oh come on Y/N/N, I challenge you to shots.” You laughed and shook your head. Before he could try and convince you otherwise the ding alerted the both of you that you had reached your location. The nervousness had you on edge.
Walking with Sam towards the living area you caught sight of Bucky wearing black jeans and the red Henley that you loved on him. He obviously sensed you staring as he looked over at you and gave his signature smile. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight; looking away quickly you turned to Sam. “I accept your challenge.”
After quickly greeting your teammates you rushed over to the bar with Sam needing some much needed liquid courage. “C'mon then birdman, lets see if you can hold your booze.”
Thor was pouring shot after shot for you and Sam and after each one you felt a little more drowsy. After about 13 shots Sam gave up as the burning sensation was making him feel sick. You however thought that having a few more was a great idea. You were wrong.
You stood up to join everyone else in what was a very intense game of monopoly but you lost your balance. Luckily Thor was there to catch you before you face planted the floor.
Bucky was watching you throughout the course of your shots challenge with Sam growing more worried about how drunk you were getting. When he saw you nearly fall he got up to help you.
Thor offloaded you onto Bucky and your mind was far too clouded to register who was holding you. “How are you feeling doll?” Bucky asked with concern laced in his husky voice.
“I feel so fucking sick” you sobbed. Apparently you were a bit louder than you thought as you heard Tony yell “Language Y/N/N!”
You practically fainted in Buckys arms, only able to form a few incoherent mumbles. He sat you down on a bar stool and held your face in his hands. Without warning you felt a surge of sickness run through you.
“I’m gonna throw up.” Bucky immediately guided you to the bathroom and as soon as you saw the toilet, you puked. Bucky held your hair back for you while you proceeded to regurgitate the alcohol.
After a good 30 minutes in the bathroom with Bucky holding your hair back and just holding you in his arms between you being sick your mind started to clear. When it did you felt sick all over again. Panic rushed through you when you realised Bucky had just seen you throw up, multiple times.
“Oh God.” You cursed out loud. Bucky was rubbing soothing circles on your lower back when you turned to look at him.
“I’m sorry you had to see any of that, God I feel like such an idiot. I only drank so much because I was going to tell you how much I liked you and I got nervous and then you smiled and oh God, I’m just gonna stop talking now.”
When Bucky hadn’t said anything for short time you looked up to see him grinning. “What are you so happy about Barnes?” You quizzed, feeling slightly anxious about his answer.
“You’re cute when you get flustered doll but at least now I know you feel the same way I do. What do you say? Dinner tomorrow night?” Well that wasn’t the answer you were expecting. Now it was your turn to smile.
“Sounds perfect.” You both smiled lazily at each other feeling like two love crazed teenagers.
After a few moments Bucky spoke up. “C'mon baby girl, let me walk you back to your room.”
hey, you there, reading this — guess what ?you’re awesome & i hope your day is as stress-free as any day can be when work / school is involved ! just a friendly reminder in case you forget, but you’re incredible & talented — don’t let anyone tell you otherwise or destroy your self-worth, bc those people aren’t worth listening to. ♡
Because I’ve been seeing a lot of pussy assholes harassing people on anon I am making an FAQ of how to block such assholes from your ask box.
Note - This FAQ is for desktop browser only, I do not know how to block from the mobile app or mobile browser.
Select said asshole from your inbox and press the 3 dots as higlighted.
Once you have clicked the three dots, the options ‘Block’ ‘Report’ and ‘Delete’ will appear on a drop down list. Because it’s a dickwad, we’re gonna press ‘Block’ as circled.
Once you click ‘Block’ this message will appear, you will clock the ‘Block’ button again and you can dance away from their bullshit permanently.
And that, my loves, is how to block anonymous pricks from your inbox permanently, peace out.
Side note, all saltiness is coming directly from recent harassment I’ve been seeing and it’s pissing me off, sorry guys, also, if you wanna complain about being permanently blocked from someones ask box, don’t send mean shit or harassment. Simple. Unless you know the person or they know you’re joking, don’t do it. It’s hurtful and damaging and anyone that does this is a total dick head.
So anyway, HUGE shout out to all of the guys and non-binary pals who like to read/write fanfiction and are interested in possible romantic subplots - your interests in no way shape or form make you a girl and anyone who says otherwise is a douchenozzle.
Author’s notes: Thank you guys for being patient and kind to me. Finishing this chapter took me a few days because I would run into writer’s block then school clocks me in the damn jaw. I am sad to see No Surrender come to a close but it’s been a great ride.
A chill goes down your spine as you enter the medcenter. You were never fond of the place but they saved you in more ways than one. The idea that so many of your fellow rebels have wound up here…death is always around the corner.
Your heart beats a little faster when K-2 stops at a closed door.
I went in on Tanisha way earlier, then I got too busy to make an explanation post (I had some errands to run and a birthday party to plan), but I’m home now so here it is.
This is less of a call-out, and more of a list of things she’s done for those concerned about interacting with her in your safe spaces. I don’t have another word to really encompass what I’m doing here, but for all intents and purposes, let’s just call it that. I’m not really a ‘call-out’ type of internet user but I was specifically called upon to make this post, so forgive me for being very 2014 tumblr for a bit.
Tanisha of @imaginethesedorks has been writing graphic smut involving minors, proudly, for about 2 years. When she first began writing, she was 17 at the time (which was totally different back then), but she is now 19 and continues to do so. Herein lies the problem.
I can’t @ her because she has me blocked after this morning’s clock session (BIG MOOD, BIG) but if any of you reblogging this who aren’t blocked want to tag her, feel free.
Tw#general creepiness towards minors under the cut. Tw# Age-play Tw#Mommy-kink Tw# Rape Mentions Tw# ‘Dubious Consent’ mentions.
Just in general lots of weird, potentially triggering content for anybody sensitive to age-gap talk, csa mentions, or minor adult relationship talk.
This will be long winded, but the most important bits are in the bullets. If you see this post and would like to add on to it with your experience with her, feel free.
y’all should make ic twitters / tell me ur twitter handles bc i’m having way too much fun over @ hawkinschief&@faberzhey + i are also having way too much fun writing tweets from hawkins pd @ hawkinsinpd!
anyway, since i’m designing some phone wallpapers, here’s some important advice when you’re making ‘em, be it for yourself or for others, and especially for others:
1. golden rule when it comes to designing anything, is asking yourself: would i use this? because if you won’t use your own thing, why the hell would - or should - anyone else?
2. size. of course, different mobiles have different sizes. however, think majority. the safest resolution will be 720x1280px, or if you have HD to work with, 1080x1920px. these will be resizable on most mobile devices.
3. colors. like, bro, you do realise that this image is gonna be the background of a lockscreen/homescreen? try not to have too much white or black, and especially not overly insane pastel if you still hope to see shit on your screen. the best way to test is to set the wallpaper on your own phone. remember tip #1? yeah.
4. positioning! this is mainly for lockscreens. for iphones, the clock is on the top, positioned in the middle. for android, it’s either the same as iphone or on the top left. and the color is in white, though on some mobiles i recall they can sense colors and change to black if needed.
take this into consideration when designing a lockscreen. you wouldn’t want too much white where the clock would be, or how the hell would the user see the goddamned time? for ocd people like myself, it also sucks if the main attraction of the lockscreen is blocked by the clock. so, yeah.
5. just. you know. try the thing out on your own phone if you’re not sure it’d work on others’.
6. remember, you’re designing something people will look at while using their phone. this isn’t a graphic. so please, don’t throw colors and text anywhere and call it a wallpaper, because that is a graphic.