goon of my life

Joker Imagine - ‘Do it’



Hey, I was just wondering if you could do an imagine of the joker raiding someplace and having the reader there and instead of dropping to the ground when he starts shooting she just stands there. Eventually he would walk up to her while raising a gun to her head and she says “Do it”. Please and thank you!

A/N: Here it is. I hope you like it boo :)

Originally posted by diablito666

Originally posted by benkotuyumyasen

Your P.O.V.

The main bank in Gotham seemed to busy all the time! I sighed impatiently and shifted my position on the dark blue seat. I had a bag on my legs with important papers I had to talk about, but I knew the wait would be long. There was at least 10 people ahead of me in the number line so I just had to sit and wait. It was friday so it was extra packed. People wanted their money, some had to discuss their issues and so on. I looked at the white marble floor and saw dozens of feet, heels and boots and sneakers. Gotham was full of people and everyone was different.

The clock started to get closer to 9 p.m. which meant that I had been waiting for half an hour. Wonderful.As I got up to go and use the washroom, I felt the ground shaking. A split second later a loud bang interrupted everything. I lost my balance and fell on the ground, landing on my bum. I grunted in pain as my tailbone got a hard impact.

What the fuck is going on?

The next thing I knew was that people were screaming in fear. I opened my eyes and saw people dressed up as clowns, pandas and all kinds of things running inside through a hole they created on the wall. Some were already stealing money and others guarded the hostages, us. One of the bad guys with a batman mask shot a man in his stomach and so I witnessed how he fell fell on the ground, crying out in pain. My eyes froze to look at the situation. The bad guy shot the man again, this time in his head. The innocent man died, just like that. I saw it all happen. His blood was pooling around his body and his head looked really fucked up. The sight made me feel sick.

This day had been the worst so I was too angry to let fear make me obey. I got up and looked around better. The furniture around the hole was set on fire and everything grew into a huge mess. A bad feeling was obvious in my gut. This was obviously a robbery. My body froze a little bit and then reality sunk in. We could all die.

‘’You’’ A raspy voice barked from behind me and then I heard a gun loading. A woman on the ground next to me whimpered and hid her head. I sighed shakily and turned around to face the guy holding me at gunpoint. Instead of facing someone with a silly mask, I saw the deepest reality of a criminal clown. Behind me was the one and only Joker.

My eyes widened as I met his blue ones. He looked at me angrily, making the black make-up around his eyes seem darker. His green hair was put back nicely and he had red lips. I was too scared to pay attention to his clothes, but I saw that he was wearing something black and dark red. Then I saw the gun he held, a personalized pistol aimed straight at me. My breath hitched in my throat. I was this fucking close to the Joker!

‘’Get down princess’’ He growled angrily and tried to scare me by raising the gun closer to my face. I gulped at looked at the hole of the gun that could shoot a bullet any second. Joker’s finger lied dangerously on the trigger, but he didn’t pull it yet. ‘’No’’ I answered sternly, slightly worried about doing so, but I didn’t want to surrender.

I saw confusion wash across Joker’s face. I bet I was one of the few people who told him that. ‘’If I were you, I’d listen to me’’ He warned me with a raspy voice. People around us were staring at me in disbelief. yes I was scared, my heart was pounding in my chest and I felt lightheaded, but I was too self assured to kneel down. They’d kill us anyway.

‘’Well clownface you’re not me’’ I spat at him angrily and then expected to get shot, but nothing happened. Joker looked at me wickedly, his eyes moving from my left eye to my right. He gritted his teeth and then squinted those crazy eyes of his. ‘’Don’t talk to me like that or I’ll shoot you!’’ Joker yelled at me and hit my stomach with the gun. I swallowed the pained cry and kept my eyes focused on his.

I didn’t expect my life to end like this..

 ‘’Do it’’ I whispered quietly, but I knew he heard me. I felt tears stinging my eyes. I was so close to crying, but I tried to hold my tears back. I stood there, completely in display for Joker to shoot me and that’s what I waited for. He waited as well. I grew a little impatient again. Maybe my life wouldn’t have to end like this. As he took good time to think, for some reason I didn’t know, I decided to attack him.

I leaped towards the crazy man in front of me and legit jumped on his chest. Joker nearly stumbled, but he caught his balance with his leg. Then he turned us over so I was the one falling. I hit the ground with my back, but it didn’t stop me from getting up again. Tears ruined my makeup and I cried silently, yet I kept trying. I tried to slap Joker, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it around so it hurt a little bit.Then he put the gun in front of my face again. 

Oh fuck. I thought quickly and kneed him, but I hit his leg which didn’t even hurt that much. ‘’You’re a naughty naughty girl’’ Joker hissed and then pushed me against the floor. He put his foot on my hips so i couldn’t get up. Then he pointed his gun towards me. ‘’Too bad I’ll have to kill you’’ He sighed and I watched his his pale finger hugged the trigger. ‘’Then do it’’ I encouraged this crazed criminal, facing the fact that I would die. It’s not like many people would miss me anyway.

I didn’t even bother to wipe away my tears. I just stared into Joker’s eyes and ignored the screams and gunshots in the background. What was he waiting for?  ‘’Do it!’’ I screamed at him, hating this feeling. I was scared and angry at the same time. Just lying on the ground and waiting for my painful death was disgustingly awful. But the bullet didn’t seem to come.

Joker leaned down and grabbed my black jacket so he could pull me up to my feet. I grunted in pain because his touch was harsh. Then he pulled my back close to his chest and put the cold gun against my head, holding his other arm around my waist. All of this was so confusing!

But it didn’t take long for me to know why he did this. In front of us stood Batman, in his dark knight suit. I was the hostage that Joker would kill if Batman would come closer. I could feel my heartbeat all the way in throat as I stood there. I had never been this scared in my life. There was nothing I could do.

Joker’s goons were gone. Some were lying on the ground in pain, but most of them had escaped already. So it was Joker vs Batman with me in the middle. Yay. This felt like some kind of nightmare. ‘’Let her go Joker’’ Batman spoke with his deep voice. He could probably see my quivering body. ‘’Why would I? You don’t think I’m that fucking stupid do you?’’ Joker laughed darkly and caressed my cheek with the cold metal. Batman didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be in deep thoughts.

‘’She doesn’t have anything to do with this’’ Batman tried again. He stepped closer, but Joker didn’t approve that. The next thing I knew was the Joker shot the ceiling and then put the gun back towards my head. Batman froze and didn’t come closer. The shot was a clear warning that I’d be next.

‘’Just go away Batsy. You can’t save her, just like you couldn’t save Rachel’’ Joker spoke darkly. Everyone knew about Rachel. Joker had set up a trap a few years ago which led Harvey Dent to lose his mind and half of his face. Then Rachel had died. Not that I liked what happened, but Rachel was my former co-worker and we never got along. When she died, I wasn’t that sad about it. But what Joker did was still wrong. Even tho he kinda did me a favour, I couldn’t say I wished for her death.

I noticed how Batman got angry by Joker’s rude comment.   ‘’Now pretty how about we go out of here together and leave Batsy alone,hm?’’ Joker purred into my ear and tried to walk sideways to the entrance. A car had pulled over and a goon was driving. Batman hadn’t noticed, but I could tell him. Did I want to? This was all messing with my mind and I was way too confused to think straight.

Batman leaped closer to us. I startled so bad that I screamed and kicked the dark knight. Why? I didn’t want to get shot. ‘’Leave me alone!’’ I sobbed out loud to Batman, partly feeling guilty for kicking him. Batman seemed surprised and he stepped a few steps back. He tried to grab one of his weapons, but Joker was quicker. The next thing I knew was that he pushed me inside the car. Joker’s goons shot at Batman who had to seek shield. That gave Joker plenty of time to get in the car and so we escaped the scene.

‘’You did so well kitten’’ Joker laughed evilly and sat next to me. I was on my back and I was too scared to sit up straight. I had kicked the only person who could have saved me and now I was heading to ..who knows where with fucking Joker! I really fucked up.

‘’I didn’t mean to do that’’ I whimpered with a small voice. I was letting reality replace my shock and I got really scared. But a part of me found Joker really interesting. I knew I should hate him, but after thinking about the crazy clown prince of crime for a few years, my thoughts had formed a big mess. I had mixed feelings about this man. 

‘’But you did it’’ Joker answered me and then took a deep breath. He wasn’t holding me at gunpoint anymore. ‘’There’s bad in you and I’ll promise to get it through baby’’ He added mysteriously. My eyes widened. Bad in me? ‘’I’m nothing like you’’ I hissed and then sat up a little better. So I’d either die or become like him? I knew I could try to escape, but we were in a car that drove so fast I bet the driver broke all the laws he could.If I’d jump out, I’d die.

‘’Don’t be so negative. You’re feisty, I like that’’ Joker admitted and seemed like a whole new person. Earlier he was more scary, now he was just plain crazy and a little flirty. I kept an angry glare on my face. ‘’Hey, drive us to the X4 hideout!’’ Joker growled angrily at the driver. His tone was really scary, something you wouldn’t want to make worse.

Then he turned to face me again. That’s when I paid attention to details. He had ‘damaged’ ‘J’ and a star tattooed on his white face. He had some scars from heists and his blue eyes were actually pretty. I felt like I could study his features and tattoos for ages, but I was too scared to. Also he was a bad guy. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I should be more scared and more angry.

‘’I can see through your anger’’ Joker giggled and then grabbed something from his pocket. I followed his moves silently and then saw a cigar that he lit up and put the thick stick on his lips. He inhaled the toxins and after a few seconds breathed the smoke out. I tried to show him that I was disgusted, just because I wanted to go away. I put my hand on my nose and squinted my eyes.

‘’Want some?’’ He looked at me and offered me the cigar. I looked at it, then at Joker who seemed more relaxed around me and then I looked out of the window. We drove so fast that I couldn’t focus on anything. All I knew was that I was stuck with the Joker and it stressed me out. So I grabbed the cigar and inhaled it deeply. The smoke entered my body and made me feel both disgusted but relaxed. I breathed it out in the car and then gave it back to Joker. 

‘’You didn’t mean it when you told me to do it didn’t you?’’ Joker asked me with a raspy voice. I felt a little numb, because this all happened so suddenly. I wasn’t sure what I should feel. Fear? Anger? Sadness? I was too baffled to know. I looked at Joker who had a smirk plastered on his face. ‘’You’ll find out’’ I replied shortly and then shut my eyes.

How could this be real?


Gang of bikers AU:

Louis is the leader of a Gang of Bikers driving across country from LA to New-York. Harry is just a regular guy working the bar of “Lucky 78″  in one of the cities Louis happens to drive through with his crew.

Louis wasn’t supposed to stay this long in Vegas. He wasn’t. The guys are becoming restless and creating chaos in their wake every chance they get. And Harry is not pleased to have them around to say the least.

“Why don’t you take your gang of goons elsewhere? You’re making my life a living hell.” Harry asks Louis outside the bar.

“I just like it here, Curly.” Louis answers, putting his cigarette out with the heal of his boot. “It’s cosy. I’m just not ready to leave yet.”

Harry just eyes him then, silent, eyebrows knitted together.

“I saw your bike in the back. Nice ride.” Louis comments conversationnally.

“And now you’re mocking me.”

“I’m not. Just always found it odd how people could just ride a bike alone. It’s so– Lonely.”

Harry laughs, unbelieving.

“It’s just a means of transportation from point A to point B. From my appartment to my workplace that’s it.”

“Ah. A man of little faith. It’s sad.” Louis shrugs

Harry is stunned silent yet again. 

“If you ever change your mind, there’s always a place in my crew for lonely boys in need of an adventure.” Louis taps Harry’s pec. 

And if he swings his hips on his way back in the bar, well, it’s no one else’s business than his own.

This is for my groupchat who puts up with my late night rambling, enjoy! @nottooldforthisship, @miniboyfriendloueh, @sassmestyles, @mllelilhappy, @onecaramelise, @hellnrocksstuff @maybeasalways @myinnersixteen and for my better half @stylinscripts

  • Cain: My wife Colette, who has dark hair and whose name starts with a hard-C, got me to stop killing everything through the power of love. She knew everything about me and loved me unconditionally and it saved my soul.
  • Cain: *kills Abel* *then kills Colette* *then kills a buttload of demon goons* You're living my life in reverse, Dean. First you'll kill Crowley, then Cas, then Sam. It's called a narrative parallel.
  • Dean: There are people and feelings I want to experience differently. Maybe even for the first time.
  • Jared: Cas/Colette was a deliberate parallel. The writers really like parallels.
  • Me: Just fuck me up.

Okay so I was looking through tumblr’s “best of tumblr” tag, and, like, four of the compilations were about periods

And now I have a story

So one day during lunch at school, one of my friends was just chillin, eating lunch. And then they just kinda straightened, frowned, and then stood up, and with a completely blank face, said, “BRB gotta go put on a pad apparently”

And so they left, leaving their boyfriend looking VERY confused. Someone else at the table had to inform him that, yes, his significant other just started their period at the table, and was going to go deal with it

And he looked SO FUCKING ASTOUNDED, and said, “They start that suddenly? Like, no warning?”

And I just looked at him with the blankest face I have ever made in my entire life, and said, “Yes you goon did you think we get announcement letters in the mail the week before”

Tl;dr version, my friend had no idea that girls don’t know the exact hour their period starts, and there needs to be a better sex ed curriculum

(Image note mine but writing is)

Watching the day go by - Part 2

To read part 1 click here

You were right, the factory was very easy to take over. Unfortunately for its previous inhabitants, the Joker was not merciful and didn’t hire any of them. The factory was finally his and that caused for celebration. He often threw little informal parties when he extended his territory. It was kind of a way of breaking the new place in. You guess it was also his way of saying thank you to everyone for their hard work. You thought that you’d wear something different from the usual flowery dress, so you wore a lilac blouse and a black skirt.

The main workroom in the factory was huge. Furniture had started to be moved in and there were a few bottles of wine and beer on the table for people to help themselves. Alcohol was always limited at these events. Strong and sometimes violent goons drinking large amounts of alcohol was not a good mix. You poured a glass of water and left all the alcohol for the men.

You sipped your glass of water and wondered around. Due to its size, it would be easy to turn the building into anything your boss desired. You saw the Joker sat at a desk looking at several different architectural drawings. It looked like each design would give the building a different use. Each use looking more illegal than the last. You stared for a moment at the Joker, who had a look of concentration on his face. You didn’t want to ask what his plans were. You knew what his plans would be. Sometimes you didn’t want to think about the horrible things the people you worked with did.

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“Well guys today’s the day.” one goon said to the rest. “What do you mean Pete?” replied another goon. “It’s my last day with you guys. I am finally going to tell the Boss that I can’t do this anymore.” The goons looked at each other in disbelief. Pete had been working for the Joker the longest and everyone knew that he loved his job. He had a lot of aggression and this line of work meant that he could act on it. “What? No way! Why the sudden change?” asked another goon.

“As much as I love this job, it screwed my life up! My wife left me a year ago because of it and she has taken my kids. I’m now going to be on the straight and narrow. Though I kind of wanted to go out with a bang and taking this dump over was child’s play.” said Pete, his words were slurring as he spoke. His fists started to clench in frustration. “Come on man, you’re not thinking straight. You’ve drunk a whole bottle of wine. Think it over tomorrow.” replied another goon. As Pete’s anger was growing, the other goons were trying to calm him down. “No! The Boss has ruined my life and I need to go and get it back. It’s the last hurrah fellas.” Pete stopped talking as his eyes fixed on you who was standing on the other side of the room. “Damn (y/n) is looking fine today. I think I am going to say my goodbyes to her.” The rest of the goons could see that Pete was clearly drunk and that what ever he was planning to do, it probably wasn’t going to end well. Despite their efforts to get him to stay with them, it was no use.
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You were wandering around the room near to the Joker, occasionally peering over the architectural drawings. Thinking about how much the renovations would cost and how long they would take. Despite that this was meant to be a social occasion, you couldn’t stop thinking about work. The Joker smiled as he caught a glimpse of you glancing at the plans. He admired your dedication to your work.

“Hey (y/n), can I talk to you for a minute?” said Pete, who wasn’t really asking as he grabbed and pulled on your arm. You placed your cup on a table as he dragged you closer to the corner of the room. The whole action caught you by surprise. Pete was usually really kind to you and you didn’t like how forceful he was being with you. Your back was close to the wall and Pete stood in front of you. His breath stank of alcohol. He drunkenly swayed and he placed a hand on the wall above your shoulder to steady himself. Making it difficult for you to move away from him.

“(Y/n) this is my last day. I’m quitting today.” Pete says as he leans in closer to you, making you nervous. “Really? Are you sure? That’s a shame. I think the Boss will be crushed.” you answer moving your head away from him. “You look good. You know that? Really, really good.” he said slurring his words. It was obvious to you that he was very drunk. You knew he had a wife and children and right now he wasn’t acting like himself. “Thank you. I’m just going to grab another drink. Maybe you should chat with the boys or talk to the Boss.” you say trying to be polite and attempting to move away from him.

“No” Pete laughed. “Why would I want to talk to them when I can talk to a pretty thing like you.” He placed his other hand on the wall pinning you. You didn’t like how he was acting towards you and you wanted out. You looked at the other goons who were unfortunately deep in conversation. There was no way of getting their attention. You didn’t notice that the Joker occasionally glanced in your direction. “Besides” Pete smiled “You are always so nice and kind to me. Why don’t I return the favour.” One of his hands moved off of the wall and started to creep up your thigh. You now fully realise what is on his mind. “Please, don’t.” you whispered as a tear ran down your cheek. “Shh” he replied. He grabbed your breast with his other hand. “I said no! Get off me!” you screamed. Pushing your hands firmly on his chest, forcing him to step backwards. You used as much force as you could. His hand that was on your chest pulled your blouse open, sending buttons flying.
Running away was useless. He wrapped a hand around your neck and pressed his body against yours. You trembled in fear. You forgot just how strong he was.

“What the hell is going on here?” the Joker yelled as he tapped Pete on the shoulder. You had never seen such a look of pure anger and disgust on his face before. He usually spoke quite softly but he was now growling in anger. “I just wanted to have some fun. I mean look at her she’s asking for it.” said Pete. He turned around when the Joker tapped on his shoulder a second time. The Joker punched him in the jaw, so hard that you could hear it crack. Pete fell to the floor. The other goons started to walk over in case the Joker needed any back up. Holding the collar of his shirt, the Joker pulled Pete up onto his feet. He grabbed Pete’s face tightly, his thumb on one cheek, his fingers on the other. Pulling it so he faced you. Pete’s eyes fell to the floor in embarrassment and guilt.

“Look at her!” the Joker shouted clenching onto Pete’s jaw tighter, forcing his eyes to rise. He could not stand insolence. You were still crying and shaking in shock. What was also scaring you now was the smile that the Joker had on his face. You could tell that he now knew what he was going to do to Pete and it wasn’t going to be pretty. “Look at her face, do you think that she’s asking for it? I distinctly don’t remember her begging for it. She never said ‘oh take me right here right now big Pete.’” he said mockingly in a higher pitched voice.

The Joker held out his other hand and a goon silently placed his cane in it. “Now you just look at her and think about what you have done.” the Joker growled. A grin started to grow in his face. Everyone knew what was coming, except for poor Pete. You stared into Pete’s eyes because you couldn’t watch what was going to happen. The Joker swung his cane high and quick. You heard Pete’s knee break followed by him screaming in pain and falling to the floor. He then swung his cane a couple more times. With a murderous glint in his eyes. “Please stop!” you cry, you couldn’t stand the noise anymore. The Joker surprisingly stopped on your command.

“Gentlemen, would you kindly lift this sorry excuse of a man to his feet?” asked the Joker. The goons lifted Pete so he could stand one legged but he had to lean on them for support. The Joker leaned towards him so Pete could hear every word of what he was going to say to him. “Now you have worked for me for a long time. We’ve been through the good and the bad times. Consider what you just attempted to do here as your worst time. Rumour has it that you were planning to leave today.” Pete nervously nodded. “I guess you wanted to go out with a bang?” the Joker was now grinning. Fear was now on Pete’s face. The Joker was relishing in his fear. “Well. You’re going to be going out with a bang, hit, kick, punch, the whole shebang. We’ll really spoil you.” the Joker laughed. “Guys take him outside and teach him some manners for me.” he told the goons who reluctantly dragged Pete to another part of the factory.

You found the whole situation overwhelming. Usually you felt most save at work because of the people you worked with and now you weren’t so sure. You just had to prevent a friend from getting beaten to death. The person who you thought was your friend was trying to touch you up. Thank goodness that the Joker was there to intervene.

With Pete and the goons gone, it was just you and the Joker. You wiped the tears from your eyes but continued to tremble. The Joker looked you over in concern to make sure that you weren’t hurt. As his eyes glanced over your body and they stopped at your ripped and open blouse, which now revealed part of your lace bra. You smiled slightly when you noticed his cheeks starting to go red. He took of the jacket he was wearing and placed it on you. You tried to do the buttons up but your hands were shaking too much. Seeing that you were struggling the Joker leaned forward to button the jacket for you.

“I’m so sorry Boss, I don’t know what had gotten into him. I never tried to lead him on. His hands started to wander and I didn’t want them too.” you say a bit hysterically. Your voice was getting higher and you were starting to talk more and more quickly. “I know, I know. You won’t have to worry about him anymore. I don’t like to keep people like that in my company.” said the Joker as he finished doing up the last button. He smiled at you reassuringly.

You felt overwhelmed by the whole experience. You then did something that surprised both of you. You suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. Immediately you felt his body tense up from your touch in surprise. “Thank you” you whispered to him. His body started to relax a little. He put his arms around you and rested his head on the top of yours. “Don’t worry about it.” he replied. You found his voice comforting and you stopped trembling and hugged onto him a bit tighter. You could feel a smile growing on his face. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and started to stroke you hair.

After you had stayed like that for a few more minutes you both pulled away from each other. Both of your faces looking a bit more red than they did before. “So… Er… I could really use your opinion on these architectural drawings. Fancy a look?” the Joker asked. “Would love to Boss.” you replied smiling.

Oh My God You Sleep With That? Pt. II {bucky x reader}

Plot: A loud noise at the base has you checking out the source of the ruckus in the middle of night. You clutch your stuffed toy cat Charlie (whom you’ve been sleeping with since you were young) for some moral support as you hunt down the intruder.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (it’s more friendly though, maybe flirty)

Wordcount: 1.2K+

Warnings: fluff!!

Tags: @matteblackvevo (to the reader who asked to be tagged and replied privately to, i’m so sorry i lost your url when that happened. drop me a message again please!)

Part One  | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (final)

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

Rushing into the pantry, you both found a red-caped, blonde-haired hunk of a demi-god, covered in fruit loops and cereal boxes, on the floor.

“THOR! Thank god it was just you!” you exclaimed as you rushed in for a hug. “That explains the awful thunderstorm. Was that really necessary?”

Thor chuckled. “Y/N, am I glad to see you!” He wrapped in strong arms around you, fruit loops falling off his shoulder pads and into your hair.

“Um, hey. We haven’t met yet b-“

“James! I know very well who you are, Steven has spoken well of you! Love the arm by the way, matches my armour.” Thor said with a wink.

“Thor, you’re great and all and we are so happy to see you. Really, we are. But um, what exactly is going on,” you asked gesturing to, well, everything.

Thor took a look around, his cheery grin turning serious, “my deepest apologies, I didn’t realise the mess I had made. I’ll clean all these sugary Midgardian treats in no time. I was just trying to find that delicious dark liquid amber beverage Jane gave me the first time I came to Midgard.”

“Coffee?” Bucky added helpfully.

“Yes! That is it! I was looking for coffee. Would you be so kind as to help me locate it, Y/N?”

With a slight smile, you lead Thor to the kitchen as Bucky trailed behind cautiously. “We have a machine for that, it’s right over there. I’ll make some for you.”

Settling your tripod against the bench and plopping Charlie on the counter top, you searched the cabinets for a level 12 Nespresso capsule for Thor. He deserved that much. As the coffee trickled into the mug, you had a full view of the living room for the kitchen. It truly was in a horrible state.

You continued, “the windows, Thor? Tony’s not gonna be happy about his trophies and awards by the way.”

“Ah, yes. Tony didn’t tell me about all the remodelling of this fine abode. I miscalculated by descent and landed through the windows. My sincerest apologies. I wanted my visit to be a surprise.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Thor was a thoughtful, gentle spirit, who was too massive and strong for his own good, especially here on Earth Midgard.

While taking cookies out of the jar for Thor, you noticed Bucky staring curiously at Charlie from the corner of your eye. He brushed his human arm over Charlie as discreetly as he could, wanting to get a feel of how soft and comforting Charlie truly was.

He found you looking at him and realised he had been caught. The Winter Soldier. Copping a feel of this toy from the early 2000s.

“Do you need a placed to rest, we have a spare bedroom,” Bucky turned to Thor, trying to shirk off the awkwardness.

“Oh don’t be too concerned about me, you two should resume your slumber! I’ll be having a Skype call with Jane soon,” Thor replied, munching on his coffee-dipped double chocolate cookies.

Bucky raised his eyebrow, “..Skype?”

“I can’t believe he knows about Skype and you still don’t,” you laughed, slightly slapping Bucky’s human arm. “Well you enjoy your cookies Thor, and say hi to Jane for me! We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

You grabbed your tripod and tucked Charlie under your arm, making your way back to your rooms, with Bucky by your side.

“So.. Buck, nightmares again?”

“Yeah.” Bucky appreciated that you knew him this well. It was always difficult having to explain himself. “And, um Charlie, was it?”

You knew you had to explain yourself. “My mum bought it for me when I was 12. Probably too old for that but my other toys were getting too worn out. Charlie got me through all sorts of difficult nights… and the turmoil of puberty.”

Both of you chuckled.

“I can’t believe SHIELD’s best sniper, Y/N, the agent who covers our asses when we’re out in the field, with her arrows and all, saved my life several times from Hydra goons, still sleeps with a wittle kitty toy at night,” Bucky said as he took Charlie from you, swishing his tail at your face.

Grabbing Charlie back possessively, you snorted, “he keeps me well-rested so I can do my job. It’s thanks to Charlie too that you don’t have a bullet in your left butt-cheek, capiche?”

Bucky grabbed Charlie back and hugged him. “Well, thank you, Charlie, you’re the best,” he said mockingly, obviously making fun of you. You scoffed at this, but couldn’t help but find his whole response to your secret a little too endearing. The Winter Soldier was holding this kitty cat plush toy ever so gently with his metal arm. You would have snapped a picture of it and sent it to the team if not for the fact that you would also have to go through this grand explanation, with them

Reaching your rooms, with Bucky’s just two doors down from yours, you decided to play nice.

“Bucky, why don’t you have Charlie for the rest of the night? If you don’t mind the smell of my accumulated tears, sweat and snot, of course. You know, to ward off the nightmares. Besides, I think I feel safer with this tripod. It’ll pack more of a punch.” 

“Ugh, geez! I didn’t need to know that! But Charlie is really soft, I can see why you still use him. Thanks, Y/N, I’ll take you up on that offer,” Bucky cracked you a smile. It was a strange way for him to get closer to you, but he was grateful that he got to see this innocent side of you, a side that no one of the team knew about.

“And seriously, just keep the tripod. You won’t need that thing when you’ve got my metal arm,” he said with a wink while flexing it.

“Goodnight, Buck. I’ll see ya at breakfast.”

Taking one of Charlie’s paws and waving it, Bucky replied, “goodnight, Y/N, I won’t miss you because Bucky smells much better than you!”

You curled up in bed under your duvet once again. You felt safe and warm, despite not having Charlie with you. Imagining Bucky curled up in his own bed with Charlie snuggled in his muscular chest, you couldn’t help but smile. The Avengers were a bunch of quirky weirdos, but you were glad to call them your family.

You sent one last message on the group chat.

Y/N: it’s okay y’all we got it sorted! No biggie
Y/N: btw Tony, when you see it, just know that Bucky and I had nothing to do with it.

that’s it for this one, thanks for reading! i’ll do a part 3/epilogue when i think of something. i’m open to ideas and suggestions to, just hit me up :))

anonymous asked:

My friend just showed me pics of the price of alcohol in Melbourne. It was like 18$ for a six back of corona. How do you drink so much lol

yea alcohol is pretty expensive but i literally dont spend my money on anything other than alcohol and grilld haha thats how i drink so much but i havent been drunk in like a week and a half which is weird what the hell who am i turning into

but im starting to be able to handle goon again (i went htrough a stage for about 6 months where i couldnt even think about goon without wanting to throw up) and goon is 10 dollars for 4 litres of cheap wine so hopefully ill be able to get back into that because its cheap n gets u rly drunk 

the richest times of my life are when im drinkin goon lmao