like a man with no socks

Sleeping
  • Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad

Altaïr sleeps like a fucking rock. He won’t move at all, neither make a sound — except when he falls asleep cuddling with you, which means you’ll either have to spend the whole night at the same position with him or try to move away only to have him tightening his grasp around your body and groaning. Altaïr prefers to be the big spoon — and even when he’s not, he subtly starts to push you downwards to his chest. If he wakes up with you pulling away, he tends to moan lowly and mutter sleepily “not yet” while inching even closer to you and nuzzling at your neck to press a lazy kiss against your skin.  It can take a while for him to actually fall asleep, since his mind never stops working, so you’ll gladly spend hours lying awake and discussing things with him. He doesn’t sleep much, you see, sometimes you are obliged to drag him into bed with you — and some other times, he’s the one nuzzling into you in the privacy of your shared bedroom and that’s when you know he’s ran out of energy. Despite everything, Altaïr tends to be an early bird, even when finding excuses to stay a bit longer in bed with you — even though you’re not even awake yet. He just likes to listen to your breathing and savor the quiet moments he can beside you before starting the day.

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Do you know the dream, the one everyone has,
where you’re somewhere, like school or work or at the movies and you’re suddenly naked? No clothes, just miles of freckled, dotted skin?

I answered the door today, for the delivery man, with my shirt on backwards and inside out, right foot without a sock and it wasn’t until I’d already paid him before I noticed I wasn’t wearing pants.

It seems even in reality I only ever get half of my dreams right.

I ordered pizza. Extra large. Double cheese.

I hate pizza. I’m lactose intolerant.

But that’s what you do when you have a void so deep and vast, I suppose. You do anything you can to fill it.

I asked him to keep the change. No pants, no pockets. Just one sock on my left foot.

—  Oh, || p.d (via phi dean vulpe)
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 he’s all talk
he’s already spent like three slots bedazzling that biker jacket he hawked off kravitz

the signs as things my friends have said
  • aries: the fucking ama cockblocked me
  • taurus: what does a gluten free bitch gotta do to get a bagel around here
  • gemini: the noise that rubber ducks make is my sex noise
  • cancer: no no no. i can't wear mismatched socks, my feet will know
  • leo: shoes give me more pleasure than any man ever could
  • virgo: will you ever fuck me as hard as this biology paper is
  • libra: chivalry isn't dead, just passed out drunk in the corner
  • scorpio: chill out. dairy queen that shit
  • sagittarius: i feel like giving a handjob is like bop it
  • capricorn: my ocd just kicked you in the face
  • aquarius: i don't care that your dick is up, my feelings are down
  • pisces: *drunk* even i'm sober enough to know that ross and rachel don't work
A Punny Story

I had this girlfriend once where things were getting pretty serious. We wanted to move in together, so we went looking for an apartment. The second one our real estate agent took us to was perfect, we both loved it, so we made the decision to move in. Our neighbour was a really nice guy named Joseph. His wife had left him a few years prior, leaving him alone to take care of his eight-year old son. I always felt kinda bad for the guy. He had this weird accent that was really hard to place.

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for some platonic headcanons for Lance and Pidge? I just really love their friendship man. They're the gaming buddies who will drag each other (both into situations, and playfully insulting each other).

heck yeah you can!! i love lance + pidge interactions so much tbh (a bit of bonus keith and shiro in here for effect)

  • they both know that sibling feel so they kinda fell into each other like that
    • act like bickering siblings
    • are also as close as siblings and will fite anyone who hurts the other in any way
    • lance: let me have the next turn on the game console or your alien sock collection gets it / pidge: YOU WOULDN’T DARE
    • *something happens that is obviously pidge’s fault* lance: i ain’t no snitch 
  • lance: pidge do u love me / pidge: id sell u to satan for one cornchip / lance: wow binch im worth at least two
  • BUT ALSO
  • lance: pidge do u love me / pidge: who hurt u who made u doubt my love for u who do i have to fite tell them to turn on their location
  • lance will literally sit on pidge to win a spar and shiro is just…so done…
    • shiro: lance…that won’t work against a galra soldier… / lance: it will if they’re tiny B^) / pidge: yOU’RE LUCKY I’M OUT OF BREATH, LANCE
  • TRANS BUDDIES
    • keith is also a trans buddy and anyone who says they all can’t be trans buddies is cordially invited to meet me in the pit
    • if either one of them references being trans in any way shape or form, the others just
    • “WE GET IT. YOU’RE TRANS.”
  • pidge can and will enlist lance to give her rides on his shoulders so she can reach things
  • meme teme
    • constantly making references
    • pidge: eat a healthy snack, rebecca / lance, staring longingly into space: i want chipotle / pidge: THATS NOT A HEALTHY SNACK REBECCA
    • an asteroid starts crumbling for some reason / lance and pidge in perfect sync: tag yourself im the asteroid
  • pidge steals everyone’s jackets/vests, and keith’s WOULD be her fav, but it’s a hacket (half jacket) so lance’s wins cause it’s a full jacket AND also is the only one with a warm hood. which she hides in.
  • if lance is wondering where his jacket went, he just has to look for pidge, or rather, his jacket in the shape of pidge since it covers like 90% of her
  • pidge absolutely kicks lance’s ass at 90% of video games
    • exceptions are FPS and minigames (like in mario party) he kicks ass at those get rekt pidge
    • mario kart is neutral ground its race or die in mario kart who knows who’ll get the next blue shell
    • spoiler: it’s pidge. it’s always pidge. she hacked the game.
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Man, look at that Doc Rick. It’s like he slowly went from a circle with no brows to an oval with a unibrow. Also look at that show color and socks. <3 At least the color palette for the rest of him is largely the same. 

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PSA about women walking alone at night

Hey, everyone! I was walking home late last night and I just felt like I needed to say some stuff. Yes, it is inspired by true events.

Dudes, let me give you some advice on how to interact with women walking alone late at night. This advice is intended to help you make them feel comfortable and safe from…yeah, you. And also for you to avoid getting your dick kicked into your chest cavity. My females, I’m putting out some tips that I learned from my daddy (who was a cop) that have helped make me feel safer while walking home. (Obviously subject to editing if people have some reliable source they’d like to share that contradicts what I’ve said. It’s about being safe, after all).

My dudes…

If you see a woman walking alone late at night, don’t walk behind her. If you’re going the same way as her, try crossing to the other side of the street, or making it really clear you are not paying any attention to her. If she looks back at you, politely say that you are keeping your distance and wish her a good night. If she stops to let you walk by her, it’s not an insult. It’s for her safety, because she has been trained not to trust men late at night. She is protecting her six, and if you’re a decent guy, you will let her. Don’t ask a woman you see walking late at night for a cigarette, a dollar, or to use her phone. Don’t say shit to her unless it’s to tell her to have a good night and be safe. If you see a woman being harassed, loudly offer to call the police, or just go ahead and do so. Don’t offer to walk her home, because that’s a familiar line and will put her instantly on the defensive. Instead, ask her if you can call her a taxi or contact a friend. If a woman gives you a dirty look when she’s walking home at 2 AM, please don’t call her a bitch. She’s protecting herself, and if you think she has that right, then just take it with an understanding nod, instead of acting like a fucking baby. If you’re a professional driver, don’t follow beside her slowly, like you’re casing her. If she needs a cab, she will make that obvious. If you’re a bouncer, and she is leaving your protection, give her advice on the safest ways to walk. If a woman asks for your help, and you consent to giving it to her, please be respectful of boundaries and make it clear you are not helping her for any reason other than to make sure she is safe.

Women…

Firstly, I know how fucking obnoxious it is to have to tailor your entire life to the sexual urges of predators. I know you just want to say “Screw this” sometimes and go out for a walk because why should you have to stay cooped up? I also know that sometimes, you can’t help it. Sometimes your ride ditches you and you don’t have cab fare. i am not going to lecture you, because you know what you’re doing.

So maybe instead I can give you some things you maybe haven’t thought of before.

1) Take off your high heels. If that grosses you out and you don’t want to carry spare shoes, carry a pair of socks in your purse (or your bra. Come on, they make great hoists) and wear them over your bare feet. I’ve seen those little rubber shoe things too, that look like flats…those are dope.

2) Avoid dark places. Even if it means you have to walk a little out of the way. You need to be able to see everything around your for at least a hundred feet, because a man can clear 100 feet at a dead run, very quickly.

3) Always look around, constantly. Predators want an easy mark, and if you’re paying attention, you cannot be an easy mark.

4) Pass by as many ATM’s as possible and look directly at them. They have continual activity on their cameras, so if you are snatched, the police can document your movements.

5) Only carry cards. If the place you’re going only takes cash, then have a specific amount and no more than that. The idea is to minimize incentives to rob you. If a man approaches you to rob you, and you have nothing to give him, he will likely leave at once, because he is usually nervous and doesn’t want to be identified, so be prepared to empty that bag out on the road and show him you have no valuables.

6) Should you have a weapon? Only if you know how to use them and are willing to do so, otherwise they end up being taken from you and used on you. Long range weapons like pepper spray are better.

7) Don’t talk on your cellphone in the standard way. I know you think that it’s a good idea, but the fact is, it distracts you and holding it can block your line of sight. A man can grab you and smash it and no one can track you. Instead, put it on speaker, tuck it in a pocket, and give constant location updates, if you feel threatened. Or prearrange a text appointment with someone who can call authorities if you don’t reply.

8) No music. Do not be that girl, walking in the dark, with her phone on a loud song to take her mind off the scariness of it. Music draws attention to you and distracts you. It can also mask noises of a confrontation.

9) If a man walks behind you, you have two options. You can put your back to a wall and allow him to pass by you, or you can cross the street. If he follows, find a public place immediately. If this isn’t possible, the fact is, he’s a threat. If it were me, I’d look him right in the eye and make sure he can see that I’m willing to kill. Don’t ignore a threat, and ladies, walking alone at 2 am means every man is a potential threat. Run, if you feel threatened. Who the fuck cares if he isn’t “actually a bad guy” or thinks it’s weird? Just ask yourself, “What if he is a bad guy?”

10) Be willing to drop everything in your hands. If there’s something you don’t want to leave in the street, shove it in your bra or your pocket.

11) There’s a lot of debate about how to deal with an attacker if it does happen. Some say to do what you’re told, and some say to fight like hell. I can’t make that decision for you, but you have to be aware, and try and understand the attacker. Ask questions. If you think they aren’t listening…it’s up to you. Personally, a guy better not try to put his dick in my mouth, because I will bite it the fuck off and see what happens, but thats me. Don’t go with him. If he has a weapon, then he is willing to kill you. So make the choice. If you go with him, you stand a much higher risk of never coming back, because in solitude, with no threat of discovery, he can do whatever he wants. If he wants you to leave where you are, it means that place is safer, so stay in that place.

12) Do learn self defense. If a man can hit you once, he can win. Learn how not to get hit. Learn how to get out of suppression holds. Learn what to do if grabbed from behind.

13) Minimize physical risk. Take off all jewelry, Ponytails are just convenient handles. (I had a friend get grabbed from behind by her ponytail and lifted off the ground, with a knife to her throat. She couldn’t get free because he had all her hair in one hand. Hair is VERY strong. So take your hair down, because if he can only get a handful, you can usually tear free, but if he has all of it, you can’t go anywhere.) Same with loose clothing or clothes with strings. Keys are weapons, rings are weapons. High heeled shoes can kill a man.

14) The cops will not be angry with you if you call them because you feel threatened, and it turns out nothing is wrong. They just won’t. In fact, I can think of at least ten famous cases where a woman called the cops because she was being followed and it turned out the guy was like some horrible rapist or murderer they finally caught.

15) You have the right to defend yourself. Better to be alive and dealing with assault charges than dead in a gutter.

One time I flipped a jogger upside down because he came up behind me really fast while I was walking home from work at midnight. He laid on his back looking up at me like “WTF DID I DO” and I just said to him, “Hey man, I am really sorry, but you scared the shit outta me.” And helped him up. 

And you know what? He was totally cool about it. Said he completely understood and asked me what martial art that was. I told him it was Aikido and then offered to pay his cleaning or medical later if he needed it. He shook his head and goes, “No, ma’am, we’re good.” and jogged on. 

I’m not telling you that so that you kick every man you see at night in the balls. Men have to walk home at night sometimes, same as us. I’m telling you that because women have been taught they have no right to be fierce. And they absolutely do. It’s better to defend yourself first and ask questions later, to run first and feel silly later, to strip down or button up first and let loose later.

Be safe. Women, be smart. And dudes…don’t take this personally. If you agree that women should be equals, then treat them with respect.

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There once was a girl & boy who lived in Charolette Lane
The woman was gracious as ever
As she embraces her beauty
Her greatness in her skin
Her knots in the locs of her hair
She rides alongside her man
Seeing him
&
Seeing his reflection
She begins to stare at his soul
All of the hurt and all the pain
The universe moves faster
The air pushes faster
Brushes her away
God willing she wants to glide with him
But can’t leave her daunting past
As time knocks on her door ever single damn time like an overfull sock drawer
She wants to move
She wants to run with him
But she can’t because he must love the two of her
He must decide if he wants two of her not half
Slice a peer in half and give her one
But finish both and you have ate the seed of life
We join together as one but we live separate in the temple
He loves her just the way she is but finds faults in everything she does even though he loves her effortlessly
Your hair Is like a BRAIDED antenna touching the universe.
Your hair is made to fly
The best way to speak to God
We were created
We are one
We are love
We are one but separate in the temple a poem by Africancreature

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MASTERLIST

🌟 = my personal favorites!

DISCLAIMER: Anything marked M for Mature has sexual, explicit content. I am not comfortable with you reading if you are under 18 years of age. 

GOT7:

Jaebum: Not That Biased (M) [Mini Masterlist] |  More (M) | Pillowtalk (Mini Masterlist) 🌟 | Binary Star | Eclipsed (M) | Sapphire

Jinyoung: Can I See You Again? (M) | Not That Biased (M) [Mini Masterlist] | Neighbors (M) | Bossy as Usual (M) [Mini Masterlist] | Prove It (Mini Masterlist) | Iron Crown (M) [Mini Masterlist] 🌟 |  Eclipsed (M)

Mark: Save Me (M) [Mini Masterlist] | Control (M) 🌟 | Binary Star | Fine Line (M) | Song of Shadow

Jackson: Perception | Angel (M) | Breaks

Youngjae:

Bambam:

Yugyeom:

GOT7: The 7th Prince  🌟

EXO:

Junmyeon: Leaky Pipes | Into It (M) [Mini Masterlist] 🌟 | Artificial Stars (M)

Baekhyun: So Unlike You (M) [Mini Masterlist] | Taking Control (M) |  Guardian [Mini Masterlist] 🌟 | Tell Me What You Like (M) | Enough (M) [Mini Masterlist] 🌟 | Fire (M) | Ascension [Mini Masterlist]

Jongdae: Guardian [Mini Masterlist] 🌟 | Ascension [Mini Masterlist]

Jongin: Christmas Socks (M) | Addewid  🌟 | Castaway (M)

Sehun: Sounds Messy (M) [Mini Masterlist] |

Chanyeol: Chanyeol in a Cafe (M) [Mini Masterlist] | Happy Birthday Chanyeo- | One Shot (M) [Mini Masterlist] 🌟 | Challenges (M)

Kyungsoo: Consider Me Yours (M) 🌟

Minseok:

Yixing: Wake Me Up (M)

EXO: The Cartel (M) [Mini Masterlist]

BTS:

Jungkook:

Taehyung: Obsidian (M) [Master List] | Entrancing | Voice Note (M)

Jimin: No Strings (M) [Master List]   🌟 | Firelight (M)

Hoseok: Very Hobi Anniversary (M) | Luckiest Man (M) | Dirty Dancing (M)

Namjoon: Secrets

Yoongi: Good For You  | Noticing Things | Wanderlust 🌟 | Be Quiet (M)

Seokjin:

BTS: Bangtan University (M) [Mini Masterlist] 🌟

VIXX:

Ken: Sexy and Dangerous

Leo: Not Fair (M)

Ravi:

N:

Hyuk:

Hongbin:

VIXX: Celestial

Crossovers:

Seven or Never (GOT7 x BTS)

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hey i wanna talk about erik klose

  • “i feel like he could hold me up forever” erik isn’t just emotional support he’s a soccer player and he is s t r o n g
    • he got them Midfielder Thighs™
  • he fuckin loves soccer movies ok 
    • nicky, already grinning, in response to erik’s parents asking how his day was: alles ist gut
    • erik, sliding into the room in his socks and running into a wall: soLANGE DU WILD BIST!!!!!
    • used Bend It Like Beckham and She’s The Man to practice his english
    • he definitely has a poster of jess bhamra in his room, she’s his hero
  • he is SUPER tall
    • (he’s actually taller than matt when his hair isn’t spiked)
  • him and nicky are low key competitive as fuck and they run together when nicky starts training for exy
  • nicky quickly learns that trying to outlast a midfielder on a run just. doesn’t work. they do the most running on the team and typically go whole games without getting subbed out.
    • 3 miles in nicky is wheezing and dying and erik is laughing like the absolute traitor he is
  • but!! it wasn’t all sunshine at first i mean come on,, this is the foxes
    • when nicky first got to the Klose’s he was reserved, quiet. 
    • erik was taking a year off to travel with friends during the first 6 months nicky was there
    • when both parents agreed nicky could stay for the summer for some extra classes so he could graduate on time (by american standards), he finally met erik
    • tall, athletic, kind erik, erik who came home with all kinds of candy from all kinds of countries to give to a boy he never met all to make a pun about what a “sweet deal” it was to have someone new in the house, he felt his heart race when nicky smiled at him for his ridiculous efforts
    • that’s the first time the klose’s saw a real smile come from nicky
  • erik convinced nicky to go to church after a while
    • it was hard at first, especially when nicky noticed erik was getting some weird looks from some of the older people in the congregation
    • when nicky asked why, erik told him about how when he came out his grandmother stopped speaking to him, and how some parents didn’t want to let erik come over to see his friends
    • but then erik told him how his parents told anyone who wasn’t okay with their son that they weren’t worth having around, that they loved erik and they wouldn’t allow anyone to try and make him feel bad for being himself
    • and how his cousins snuck out and took him to his first pride parade in hamburg
    • surrounded by people who actually care, nicky started to hope again
  • nicky starts to smile more and erik…he’s so smitten. his new mission in life is to make nicky smile
  • erik’s humor is usually really awful puns and dad jokes, but he also is really good at keeping a straight face while saying absolutely ridiculous things, leading people to question whether he’s really serious or not and nicky fighting super hard not to bust out laughing (because he’s the only one who can tell he’s joking)
  • nicky prides himself on being pretty fashionable so he’s not entirely sure how the hell he lets erik get away with wearing those awful toe shoes. the. the individual toe ones.
    • you know the ones
  • the first time they kiss, erik was climbing a tree and fell out, because all his grace stops the minute he steps off the field
    • it was a forehead kiss because, well, erik’s face was bleeding, but yea
    • they’re a bit of a mess, but they’re cute, ya know?
  • nicky and erik are the type of couple to go to the grocery store at 2am because they really want to make mac n cheese and accidentally end up buying 4 pounds of candy instead while serenading each other to the weird 90s music the store is playing
  • erik loves aldi’s and wants to live there. everything is so cheap, nicky. they have my favorite cheese, nicky. nicky. where are you going. nicky i live here don’t leave we haven’t bought any bread yet-
  • he owns crocs. he just. he does. he bought orange ones when nicky joined the foxes and fuckin little white fox paw insert thingies because he’s a supportive boyfriend, dammit
  • he draws smiley faces on everything. notes to nicky, his notes at school, on his meeting notes at work, and his favorite place: on nicky. 
  • he’s one of those people who can’t tan for shit, he just burns then freckles. nicky is constantly nagging him to wear sunscreen. he always forgets and sends nicky pictures of his bright red shoulders only to get pages of texts ranting about sunscreen and melanoma
  • he’s got scars everywhere but theyre all from like. the dumbest stuff. there’s a big one on his knee from sneezing while on a run and subsequently tripping on the sidewalk and wiping out. several are from falling out of trees. he broke his nose falling out of the shower because he freaked out when he saw a spider. again, all his grace is on the soccer field. everywhere else he’s a hazard.
  • he’s really, really clumsy. he loves fiercely because that’s how his parents taught him. he knows he’s lucky to have a family that stuck by him, he knows it’s the least they can do, but so many gay kids have shitty parents. kids like nicky. and erik may be gangly and clumsy. he may be competitive and he may not always understand how nicky feels because he hasn’t experienced what nicky has. but he has fallen out of more trees than anybody he knows, and falling in love with nicky is an ache he’s never been able to ice away, and would never want to anyway.

zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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Find a man who loves you like luke loves petunia

z-0013  asked:

Heyo! Can u do some fluffy V headcannons plz? The baby needs some love💙

~I’ve done so many and still it seems that it’s never enough, because we all need more V. 


[V/Jihyun Kim]

  • Has a floofy monogrammed robe and absolutely can not take a bath unless he can wear it afterwards 
  • Composed and played a song on the piano specifically dedicated to MC on their first anniversary and since then it’s become a tradition to play it every anniversary after 
  • Likes to go to karaoke with MC on the weekends 
  • WILL PICK FOOD OFF OF YOUR PLATE (BUT he always shares some of his in exchange) 
  • Carries really nice smelling hand moisturizer with him wherever he goes, he has soft hands 
  • Loves the smell of jasmine and lavender 
  • Ordered two wall calendars because he COULDN’T PICK, one is desert landscapes and the other is baby animals 
  • Emails jumin funny cat videos 
  • Also, him and Jumin email back and forth a lot and Jumin is like an old man and does those forwards (you know the ones) to V and V always just laughs 
  • Enjoys breakfast for dinner 
  • Can’t swim very well 
  • Collects old books just for the smell of them 
  • Him and MC go antiquing and they split up, making it a challenge for whoever can find the most interesting or odd thing. The loser has to buy it for the winner. Needless to say, their place is filled with some…..interesting stuff 
  • Wishes he could sell fruit at the farmers market, but he goes there often to take photos 
  • HE.LOVES.KITES. 
  • HAS worn mismatching shoes and socks before (thanks eyesight) 
  • Eats a lotta bread 
  • Love cotton candy and also afraid of carnival rides 
  • HAS THE MOST INTENSE MUSIC LIBRARY YOU’VE EVER SEEN 
  • HE HAS AN EXTENSIVE RECORDS COLLECTION 
  • HE’S GOT A RECORD PLAYER 
  • HE’S GOT GROUPS AND SINGERS AND MUSICIANS YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF THAT BLOW YOUR MIND 
  • Very sentimental and keep random trinkets that mean something to him 
  • Actually super funny and witty??? When he goes to a party or gathering he is always center stage and making everyone smile and laugh 
  • And Jumin just (every chance he gets cause he is so proud of V) 
His Ring On My Necklace (Bucky X Reader)

Title: His Ring On My Necklace

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky has gotten a little too into the idea of (Y/N) wearing his things. Sleuthy possessive Bucky at his best. 

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(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.

Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.

As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.


(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.

As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.

With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.

Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).

Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.

As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.

Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.


Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.

“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.

“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.

Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.

Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.


Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.

Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.

Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.

Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).


Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.

The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.

(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.

It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.

His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.

“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.

(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”

(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.

The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.

The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.

Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.

With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.

“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.

Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.

“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.

Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.

“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.

“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).

Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.

Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.

Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.

“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.

Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.

(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.

So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.


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