BTS: After giving two years worth of paychecks to Namjoon, Taehyung gets a slot on Cypher pt.14. It becomes their lowest selling single, but BTS doesn’t notice as they are too busy trying to cover up the fact that Suga’s soul departed 8 years ago and they’ve been using his corpse as a puppet to still milk Army dry.
Exo: Kyungsoo quit to become an actor after getting tired of grinding canes. Suho left to go “find himself” in the Bahamas, and Baekhyun currently leads the remaining members as they perform the Chinese version of “Wolf” at Norwegian birthday parties for pay.
Got7: Currently only has 6 members. BamBam was kicked out in 2017 after pulling down his pants and playing “helicopter” at a fan meet. Currently tours with Jay Park while Got6 has 23 reality shows and 14 movies under their belts.
NCT: Johnny resigns to become a DJ after debuting only once. Haechan is jailed after it was discovered he had been slowly poisoning Mark for years. WinWin tries to leave SM, but is offered a solo career under Yixing’s company. Cracks immediately under the pressure of singing more than 2 words.
Day6: After pleading with JYP for years, finally get to have all of their social media accounts back. Jae immediately begins posting pics of Chihuahuas in taco costumes while Sungjin and Young K start a new petition to stop including the word “day” in all of their album titles.
Infinite: Sunggyu never came back from the war. Woohyun is pretty sure he’s actually just hiding in the basement. The fairies came to reclaim Sungjong to their magical kingdom, and Dongwoo asked them to give him a ride to Africa on their way.
Big Bang: Somehow GD has 5 kids by 6 different women. Taeyang opened a gym. Top moved into a museum. Seungri is a happily married soccer dad, and Daesung disappeared in Japan with 3 geishas and a bottle of soju 4 years ago.
Super Junior: Henry and Kyuhyun perform at Karaoke Taco Tuesdays every week, while Leeteuk and Siwon try to get everyone to come together for one last concert that Heechul refuses to attend, because that’s his dogs special grooming day.
Block B: Will leave Seven Seasons and start their own company with Zico as CEO. P.O. has been revealed to have had a secret wife and child in Brazil for the last 8 years and Taeil will have to resort to tattooing his eyeballs from lack of skin space.
Vixx: 4 of the members married fans while Hyuk and Hongbin enjoy the crazy bachelor life. Still continues to do deep concepts and just wrapped up their video where they portray vulnerable, voodoo veterans from Vermont.
Monsta X: banned from Korea after performing naked in hopes of a number 1. Comes back with cute concept through Youtube and gets an all kill. not allowed in Korea to accept award. Award goes to Seventeen instead.
Ikon: hasn’t made a comeback in 9 years. Everyone has had 4 solo projects. Bobby and B.I. moved into Seungri’s abandoned man cave and are refusing to come out until they get a clothing line and matching miniature poodles.
Astro: After a dramatic image change after all becoming adults, Rocky is now modeling for Calvin Klein, Sanha has his own line of hair products, and they all just released a sensual love album called “Baby Let Me Rocket All Night”.
Seventeen: After teasing Carats for 10 years, finally does a dark concept but 11 of the 13 members are in the military so it’s just Jun and Minghao tap dancing in leather jackets while whistling “Mansae” in a warehouse.
B.A.P: Jongup and Yongguk and Himchan promoting together as a hip-hop group called BangHimUp, while Daehyun and Youngjae make a living off of soundtrack singles. All decide on a whim to dye their hair straight blonde again and all of Zelo’s falls out in the first 5 minutes.
Knk: First male group to be the spokesperson for a stiletto company. Has 3 albums devoted to the best of their ballads. No longer allowed on ASC ever since the “incident” and Seungjun and Jihun being forced to live in separate cities after the rumors become far too great.
SHINee: Everyone has split up for their own solo careers, but still come together for dinner every night. Minho is currently homeless after betting his house in an intense Monopoly battle with Key. Planning a reunion tour where the truth will finally be revealed about Jongtae.
Up10tion: Rebel after their 53rd comeback in 10 years. Tie Andy up and hold him for ransom until he agrees to let them rest and never perm their poor hair again.
Romeo: Decided to change their name to something that would bring them up on Google. Now debuting as “Hamlet” they continue to do cute concepts even though they’re almost over the hill and have mortgages and light bills.
24K: Has found global fame after creating the world’s first rational storyline….realizes most of the fame came because everyone was googling Bruno Mars. Accepts fame anyway.
Winner: Reunites again with Namtae. Quits YG after leaving a steaming pile of dog poop on his desk. Produces music that heals and restores all of our broken souls.
It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot
It’ll Last Longer: After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Smut. Minor kink shaming. Minior humiliation. Come play. Camera kink. Extremely NSFW!
When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.
“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.
You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.
However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.
There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.
“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.
“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”
Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.
“Holy shit!” he gawked as he stared down at the camera.
“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.
The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.
He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.
As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team (with their permission of course.).
Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.
The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.
The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.
The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.
The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.
Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.
The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.
Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.
He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.
Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.
On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.
In the hidden box, there were various photos.
Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?
The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.
There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.
The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.
There was the downside of it all, though.
Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.
But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.
Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.
One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to explode in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.
You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.
After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.
No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.
Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.
After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.
For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.
“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”
Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…
“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”
You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.
“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.
“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”
The question catches you off guard.
You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.
“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him.
“Where do you want me?”
It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.
You were in the pool, floating around on Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.
“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.
“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”
He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.
After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.
“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.
“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.
You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated
to it. You had to see this for yourself.
Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.
The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.
You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.
But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.
And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.
It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.
Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-
Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.
“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.
Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.
“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”
“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”
“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”
You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.
You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands.
“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.
“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”
His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.
“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.
“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.
You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.
He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.
You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.
“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.
“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”
“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment.
Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.
Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”
Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.
“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.
You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.
“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.
“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.
Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.
“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.
Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.
“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.
He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.
“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”
You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.
Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.
“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.
The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.
“Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.
He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.
Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.
Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.
It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.
“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”
He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.
You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.
“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”
You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.
Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.
He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.
“FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.
You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.
You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.
Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.
He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.
“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.
“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.
“I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.
“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.”
So some folks in the chat are aware, that I am attempting to mod my sims game to allow for polyamory romances, because apparently after sims 2 someone at EA developed severe abandonment issues and made the “reputation addition” which means your sims will now fight over that one girl you held hands with back in college. (I wish I was kidding)
Anyway, most of the mods for it were broken, but I finally got one to work today after hours of tinkering with it, and I thought to myself great, I’ll do the Human AU trio from Hunger Pangs for a bit of a giggle, and it was fun cause it worked! They were all flirty and happy and all enthusing about each other to each other and it was super adorable. There was still the option of “confess to cheating” but I just ignored that, it wasn’t triggering autonomously so that was what I wanted.
And then Ursula gets a notification over her head which says “Try for A Baby” directed toward Vlad, and I’m like oh, okay neat that’s not canon but sure, I can totes build you guys a nursery in the basement for your weird demon spawn child, no problem. At which point I’m distracted by Nathan setting fire to the kitchen so have to jump down a level to manage that to keep everyone from dying, but while that is going on I hear the “baby jingle” meaning somebody got preggors from woohooing, so I flip back up to Vlad/Ursula to find she’s playing on the computer, but Vlad, where’s Vlad…oh he’s throwing up in the bathroom apparently, weird, he must have tried drinking from Ursula again (the vamps can’t drink from fairies in the supernatural exp but he keeps doing it and getting sick like wtf buddy come on, I know she’s pretty but keep it together) oh well…except he keeps throwing up. And his back hurts, and he’s emotional and crying and turns out the key phrasing up there is somebody got preggors.
Turns out this mod can allow anyone to get pregnant, but unfortunately the base game is not equipped for this and Vlad now no longer has a body. He’s just a floating pregnant head. Which, okay I can live with this, this is not how I had planned this but sure okay, what can possibly go wrong.
Of course Vlad is now doing the whole “goal: buy a crib” like oh joy my broody vampire is quite literally feeling broody and trying to nest, and while I can do some of the things he wants, like buying terrifying stuffed toys for the nursery and going to the spa because apparently his non existent back is killing him, he has other desires, like, read a “pregnancy book” so he’ll know what to expect but EA is/was (I’ve heard sims4 is better, alas I have 3) such a piece of gendered shit, (EDIT: the mod was causing this, not the base game) male sims literally cannot read books about being pregnant, but Ursula, the non pregnant one can. Meanwhile she’s really excited about becoming a mother without actually being pregnant, Vlad is torn between crying all the time and enthusing to her about their impending unholy vampiric/fairy offspring and Nathan is…Nathan is not doing too well…in fact he’s downright unhappy, and the first I notice it is when he storms up to a now very heavily pregnant Vlad, slaps him and accuses him of cheating, despite the fact that the mod I have installed makes it IMPOSSIBLE for him to do that autonomously and also they are supposed to have ZERO jealously issues because I literally disabled it as a function and YET, there he is being an utter dick to a my poor pregnant vampire who just started bawling his eyes out cause one of his two love interests just threatened to expose him as a vampire and is demanding to fight. Well Ursula is having none of it, she might have fallen for Nathan first but when she sees Vlad being picked on she straight up throws an elixir at Nathan which makes him fall asleep, but then Vlad is upset cause he still technically loves Nathan, and Ursula just attacked him, and now she’s trying to apologize and Vlad is in the bathtub doing the equivalent of NO ONE TOUCH ME, NO ONE EVEN LOOK AT ME, which breaks Ursula’s heart, so then she goes off to apologize to Nathan who has woken up, turned into a werewolf, and is shredding everything in the house.
Meanwhile I’ve got the in game mod screen up, desperately trying to check why this is happening, making sure I have the polyamorous jealousy set to the right function, and according to the mod it’s all working just peachy keen, so I hit reset, thinking I can just re-enable all of it and fix it. But what that does is it makes everyone INSTANTLY HATE EACH OTHER IRREVERSIBLY so now my house has a fairy and a werewolf who want to kill each other on sight, and a vampire who just went into labor but doesn’t want to go outside to go to the hospital because the sun is up and he’ll literally burn so he’s just hiding in the basement crying.
So basically my game went full mpreg trope catastrophe and I’m going back to Skyrim where mods only ever cause occasional bouts of surprise nudity and accidental bardic regicide.
you know, on june 21st of last year, most things in isak’s life didn’t feel right. the home he grew up in wasn’t a place he could go back to, and while still a kid, he had given up on the idea of being in a loving home, had given up on the idea of being on the receiving end of his parents’ support and affection. eskild had taken him under his wing, but he was hiding still, pretending he hadn’t been living in his basement. he hadn’t come to terms with his sexuality. he felt ashamed of what he had done to eva, of what he did to their friendship. he felt ashamed of who he was. he kept everything bottled up and felt like he had to maintain a façade even in front of his friends. he had never been in love with someone who loved him back. and you know, he had a hard time making a wish on his birthday, because there were too many things to wish for, and a single granted wish couldn’t have been enough to make it all okay
but you see, on june 21st of this year, isak was surrounded by all his friends and his boyfriend. he came to terms with his sexuality. he came out to his parents and they accepted him, and his mother told him she would always love him, no matter what. he now lives in a lovely little home with the person he considers to be the best thing in his life. eva forgave him and they’re on good terms now, and she was at his party, celebrating with him. he came out to his friends and every single one of them accepted him, and they all love him, and the façade is gone, and he can finally be open, and real. he fell in love with a boy, and this boy loves him right back, this boy calls him mannen i mitt liv, this boy made the most beautiful movie for him
and you see, when they brought out isak’s cake and sung him happy birthday, and it was time to make a wish, isak hesitated. and magnus had to remind him that “dude, the candles are melting on cake!” he still had a hard time deciding what to do with that wish. but the difference was that it was now because it felt superfluous, when he had all he could hope for. and so he took a look at everyone who was there with him for his birthday, and before he blew out his candles, he thought to himself i hope things stay like this
I have tried to build homes in other people’s
mouths often enough to know it’s never safe.
Words are the most dangerous kind of natural
disaster. There are never any warning signs,
no flashing weather alerts. One minute I am
around the kitchen table and the next the fine
china on the top shelf is broken. I have learned
my way around broken glass, spent too many
days filling my lungs with smoke from the
house fires. My home always ends up over
run with fault lines. All the could haves,
should haves, would haves, what ifs,
maybes. I am always ducking for cover.
Clutching at door frames. Learning that
hiding out in basements can’t save you
from another person telling you it’s over,
it’s over, it’s over. And there are flashing
lights in your mind. Sirens spilling from
their mouth. The weather alert comes
blaring across the television, but it’s
too late. I’m already drowning.
KEYS & OTHER THINGS WE SHOULDN’T SWALLOW, angelea l.
What's one of the carziest, but most fun, things you've ever done?
Ok, here’s the story of the first (and only) true prank I’ve ever pulled on anyone.
When I was 7, I really, really, really didn’t get along with my middle sister (she was 11). I hated her, actually. She played the Miss Perfect role when my parents were around and she was the greatest bitch ever to me when we were alone. One day, we got into a fight that went so far that she threatened to throw my plushie out of a window (it was a big deal for me, I was a kid).
Of course, I told her I would tell the parents about this if she went all the way with her threat so she backed down. But I knew. I knew this lil bitch would have thrown my plushie away.
So of course, OF COURSE, I needed to get revenge.
So I waited for her to get out of her room and try to watch the French equivalent of American Idol and I went into her room. What. could I. possibly. steal from her? Something valuable, but not too much, something she couldn’t live without though. Something no one would think I would steal.
I stole her mattress.
Now, I don’t know if you know about this, but I’m short. Really short. And at the time, I was even shorter. Super short. And I weighted, what, 50lb tops? I was just a little shrimp.
Only fuelled by resentment and loathing towards my sister, I lifted her huge mattress. It weighted more than me. I didn’t care. I dragged it across the house until finally I got the idea to hide it in the basement, in a little room no one ever went to.
Innocent like an angel, I got back to my room and waited.
No more than 10 minutes later, I hear my sister scream “WHERE IS MY BED”, and then a few seconds later “ADRIEN”. Everything was going just as planned.
I got out of my room and innocently asked her “What is it, @?” “My mattress is missing, and I know you’re responsible for this!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Pissed off, she went to see my parents. “ADRIEN STOLE MY MATTRESS!” They laughed her off. “I’M SERIOUS, MY BED IS MISSING AND HE’S THE ONE WHO DID IT!”
My father, completely exasperated because he was trying to focus on our American Idol show, finally decided to check her room. Indeed, the bed was missing. “See? Adrien took it! - Oh, don’t be silly, @, look at him, he’s too little to lift that huge thing. Stop accusing him” At the same moment, I was behind my dad, sticking out my tongue to my sister. She was losing her mind.
My dad went to get my mother so she could as well note that my sister’s mattress was missing. “Maybe a thief really did steal it? -Don’t be absurd, who would steal a mattress? Plus, this is the second floor. No one can get here anyway else than by the stairs.”
I was gloating. As my parents were debating of the supposed fate of the mattress, my sister desperately wanted to sleep and she knew I stole her mattress. She couldn’t do anything about it. Eventually, she ended up sleeping in a sleeping bag, on the floor of her room. I couldn’t be happier.
The day after that, my mother suggested we look in the house to find the mattress if it was still here.
But no one suspected me.
So, in the middle of the next night, I went down to the basement, lifted the mattress again and dragged it to our court, where there was a lot of building stuff. In a dark corner, I hid the mattress under a blue tarpaulin where we had put things under before.
They looked for the mattress for 3 days then gave up and bought a new one 3 other days later. My sister hated me more than ever. I was a tiny evil genius.
They found the mattress 4 months later, and it was full of mould. I was never suspected and my sister got grounded for not taking care of her things.
Anonymous Asked: “Prompts for a serial killer who is friends with a cop and is hiding his “hobby”?
1. “Hey, you never showed me your basement!”
“Oh, yeah, I’m remodeling, and it’s always a mess. Practically a safety hazard, really.”
2. “Do you have blood on your clothes?”
“Oh, this? Yeah, I saw a kid with a scraped knee on the way over, and I had to stop and help them.”
3. “Have you heard about the new serial killer on the news?”
“Yeah… They’ve given him an awful nickname.”
4. “I want to kill him.”
“Right. I knew that. You just seemed a little… Intense.”
5. “Hey, can I put my stuff in the trunk of your car?”
“Actually, it is completely full of groceries. It can’t hold anything else.”
6. “Hey, sorry I had to bail the other night. Another body dropped.”
“No worries! Rematch some other time?”
“You are literally the most understanding friend ever.”
7. “Can you carve the turkey? You’re just… scary good at it.”
“No problem! I’ve done that a lot. On other turkeys, I mean.”
Bonus Longer Prompt
8. “We need to talk.”
“I know, okay? I’ve always known. You’re a terrible liar.”
“Why haven’t you said anything sooner?”
“I have my reasons.”
“And why are you telling me now?”
“Because I need a favor. I need you to kill someone for me.”
~I don’t know if the longer prompt thing is going to happen often, but I was inspired and had to run with it. On another note, I had another serial killer ask, but Tumblr ate it. Hopefully this covers all of your murderous needs. :) ~
My problem is that Jimmy Urine looks like he spent the first 21 years of his life forcibly locked in someone’s basement playing video games and subsisting entirely off of diet coke until one day Steve was running from the cops, broke into the basement to hide, discovered Jimmy, hosed him off with a pressure washer, and then started a band with him, and despite all of this he is the most attractive man I have ever seen
I know, I know
If you could go back you
would walk with Jesus
You would march with King
Maybe assassinate Hitler
At least hide Jews in your basement
It would all be clear to you
But people then, just like you
were baffled, had bills
to pay and children they didn’t
understand and they too
were so desperate for normalcy
they made anything normal
Even turning everything inside out
Even killing, and killing, and it’s easy
for turning the other cheek
to be looking the other way, for walking
to be talking, and they hid
in their houses
and watched it on television, when they had television,
and wrung their hands
or didn’t, and your hands
are just like theirs. Lined, permeable,
small, and you
would follow Caesar, and quote McCarthy, and Hoover, and you would want
to make Germany great again
Because you are afraid, and your
parents are sick, and your
job pays shit and where’s your
dignity? Just a little dignity and those kids sitting down in the highway,
and chaining themselves to
buildings, what’s their fucking problem? And that kid
That’s King. And this is Selma. And Berlin. And Jerusalem. And now
is when they need you to be brave.
is when we need you to go back
and forget everything you know
and give up the things you’re chained to
and make it look so easy in your
grandkids’ history books (they should still have them, kinehora)
is when it will all be clear to them.
Summary: Moving to a new house turns out to be a better experience for Chloe Beale than she thought it would be. The house is nicer than her old one, with more floors, bigger rooms, and welcoming neighbors. But perhaps the best part about this new place is the friendly, little brunette Chloe finds hiding out in the basement one night. An unforeseen friendship instantly sparks between them, but when more complicated emotions start to arise, a shocking truth is revealed, and Chloe’s world gets thrown for an unexpected twist. (Bechloe AU)
★ Pasta always tastes like cupcakes for some reason???
Lance loved it though.
★ Taco Tuesdays only happens monthly.
★ Science lab blows up monthly, but always gets repaired the next day.
★ Most of the “”””good”””” food is in the vending machines. Some kid started a black market for said good food, resulting in three day suspension.
That kid was Matt Holt.
★ The breakfast is made up of oatmeal and depression. Nothing else, nothing more.
★ 6 am Cardio classes are available @ the garrison.
Lance goes weekly, he thinks it’s great for him.
★ Everyone is convinced Iverson is a cryptid.
Shiro came up with it while he was a student and it just kinda spread.
★ There’s a 9 pm curfew, that everyone ignores
★ Shiro was scheduled to teach after he came back from the Kerberos Mission.
He never made it.
★ Hunk actually does sneak into the Garrison’s kitchens occasionally. He usually prepares something for himself and Lance.
He made something for Pidge, but couldn’t find her, so he ate it himself.
★ “Friday” by Rebbecca Black plays every Friday. It was Matt’s senior prank, so that everyone could suffer even after he’s gone.
★ Keith was convinced the Garrison was hiding Mothman in their basement.
★ Most of the students are convinced that Keith Kogane wasn’t ‘kicked out’ but killed by the Galaxy Garrison and that his dead spirit now resides in the building.
In the fourth bathroom stall on the second floor, whispers can be heard. Students believe it to be the unfinished spirit of Keith, but the Garrison debunked it by saying it’s ‘rats’
★ There was a betting pool on whether Shiro and Matt were dating. Keith put in 10$. No one ever found out the truth. In the end, the Garrison confiscated the money. [They needed to stop the black market of food]
People speculate that Keith was killed after trying to take back his 10$.
The ‘Keith is dead’ conspiracy was huge for awhile tbh
★ Shiro actually liked the cafeteria food.
★ Literally everyone in the Galaxy Garrison hated the uniforms, even the teachers. No one ever had the guts to speak up about it though, so it stayed the same.
★ The ‘No Electronics’ rule was broken so much, they just got rid of it
★ Scholarships were given to the best of the best.
Keith would’ve gotten one if he wasn’t a butt.
★ The phrase “Dammit, Lance.” basically became the “Thanks, Obama.” of the Garrison.
★ Everyone was really depressed for awhile after they heard about the failure of the Kerberos Mission.
It even started up Keith’s bad behavior because there was no one to hold this mullet head back.
★ For awhile, people thought Pidge was actually Matt’s ghost// reincarnation and constantly pestered her about it.
Pidge is 100% tired, give her a break.
★ There were cliques everywhere. You can’t escape them.
“4 years ago, my now husband and I moved into a really old house. In Saskatoon, this area was the first in the whole city to be built. The house is approximately from 1910. The area itself is now quite ghetto. Crack houses down the street, break and enters happening constantly. So, being on edge, my husband and I bought a huge black lab. Dumb as a post, but super loyal and protective. We never got broken into after we got our dog because he had such a loud bark, people outside would cross the street.
Back to the house itself, the house had original vents (like Amityville Horror style) Downstairs there was cement walls, all except for one, which was dirt in behind a large piece of Styrofoam. So when there was a shift in the ground, you could literally hear the dirt crumbling. There was a terrifying room that no one would go into in the basement. It had old paint cans and a kitty litter box from, what I can assume, was years ago. Original furniture remained in the basement and throughout the house. (Ex. Old hide-a-bed, old curio cabinet, and fucking old armoire)
This story revolves around the armoire, which was huge. It had such fine wood detailing, but it was neglected. We never opened it because it was such a creepy antique. We just kind of left it in the hallway and walked by it daily.
One day, on my day off of course, I was waiting for my husband to get home. I started walking towards the door because I thought I heard his car. While walking, I was suddenly interrupted by a horrendous racket. Coming from inside the armoire was a horrible scratching noise. I thought Onyx, our dumb, lovable black lab, had somehow climbed in and was stuck. Frantically kicked and rolling and scratching to get out. It was so frantic, the armoire was literally moving across the floor. At first I was laughing, but the more frantic it got, the more my concern grew.
I ran and threw open the door, I heard a whimper. Rather than the whimper coming from the armoire, it came from behind me. I swirled around and saw Onyx behind me. He was whimpering and back away. I swung around and faced the armoire, completely shadowed on the inside. The scratching stopped. I ran for the porch door, passing the antique.
I didn’t get very far, I ran into a solid entity. My husband. Sobbing and fearful I sputtered what happened. My husband stared at me and then, being the awesome guy he is, checked it out.
Nothing was in the armoire. Literally. Nothing. No scratch marks, no smell but musty. It was terrifying. We moved out a couple months later.”