trying hard not to lick screen

Making a Fat Piggy

Charlie licked his lips as he scanned the computer screen. He scrolled through the many pictures of his friend, Tom Nevin. Charlie had a crush on Tom. He loved Tom’s slightly chubby belly. Charlie come across a picture of Tom where he was on the floor with his belly showing. This really turnt Charlie on. He just wanted to fatten Tom up and play with his belly. Charlie smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do…

Tom was sat at his desk, trying real hard to ignore the fact that he had work to be done. He sighed and turnt to talk to his friends.
‘Im so bored’ moaned Tom.
'Same’ replied Jack, who was sat next to Tom. 'I dont understand anything on this sheet’
'You can say that again’ Groaned Charlie, who was sat behind the two. Suddenly, the bell rang. All the students started to pack up and leave.
'Make sure you finish the work at home. I will be checking next lesson’ said Mr Ford as the students started to leave the class. It was time. As Tom placed his backpack on, Charlie turnt to him.
'Hey Tom’ Charlie gulped 'Doing anything tonight?’
'No, probably going to play Fifa or something, why’ Replied Tom.
'Do you wanna come round mine?’ Asked Charlie.
'Sure, why not!’ Smiled Tom as he left with Charlie, unknowing of what is going to happen to him…

Charlie and Tom reached the house. Charlie opened the rusty gate and reached the door. He placed his key into the lock and pushed open the door.
'Cheers’ said Tom as he entered the house. He threw off his bag and Charlie shut the door.
'So, want something to eat?’ Asked Charlie, trying to hide his smirk.
'Yeah, go on’ Charlie gestured Tom into the living room.
'Just sit on the sofa while i go see what we got’ Said Charlie as Tom sat down.
'You sure your Mum and Dad wont mind?’ Asked Tom as Charlie stumbled into the kitchen.
'Nah. They dont care.’ Charlie smirked as he started to fill a wheelbarrow with cakes, pizza, cookies and other fatty foods. Tom glanced round the living room. He pulled out his phone to see a text from his girlfriend Becca:
-'Hey Babe. You up for meeting tonite? Xxx’-
Tom replied:
-'Sorry babe. At Charlies house. Text yah when im home. XX’-
Tom locked his phone when he saw Charlie enter with a wheelbarrow full of food.
'Isnt that going overboard Charlie’ Asked Tom, dazed by the sight.
'Nah. You’re going to eat it all though’ Smired Charlie as he stuffed a cupcake into Tom’s mouth. Tom tried hard to resist swallowing the food. He whacked Charlies hand which allowed Tom to spit out the food.
'What the fuck Charlie!’ Screeched Tom as he tried to sit up. Charlie quickly pounced on Tom, pinning him down onto the sofa by sitting on his legs.
'Oh calm down’ said Charlie as he started to unbutton Tom’s shirt. Tom tried to push Charlie off, but failed.
'What the actual fuck!’ Screamed Tom as Charlie ripped the shirt from Tom’s body to reveal a small plushy belly. Charlie squished the roll of fat.
'Oh im going to make you so fat!’ Laughed Charlie as he squished the small squishy belly.
'Charlie!? What the hell is wrong with you!’ Cried Tom as Charlie continued to run his hand across his tummy. Charlie shoved a cupcake into Tom’s mouth with a larger force than last time. Tom tried to hold back from swallowing the food, but failed. As soon as the cupcake was swallowed, another was shoved into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he continued to try and free from Charlies tight grip, but it was too hard. Charlie smiled as he continued to fill up Tom’s mouth with food.

TWO HOURS LATER

Tom groaned as Charlie squsihed Tom’s belly.
'Look at it! It’s getting bigger!’ Smirked Charlie as he poked Tom’s flabby belly. His belly was now bigger. It took on the size of a small soccer ball. It was flabby and started to hang over Tom’s tight trousers. Tom now started to grow moobs, which took the shape of small mounds. He also started to get large love handles. Charlie got off Tom’s lap and made Tom stand on all fours on the floor. Charlie placed a large chocolate cake infront of Tom. Charlie sat on Tom’s back.
'Eat all of it’ Said Charlie as he spanked Tom’s round butt. Tom groaned nd took a large bite out of the cake. The chocolate icing smudged around Tom’s face as the moist texture of the cake melted inside his mouth. Charlie rubbed Tom’s bubble butt which strained against the tight trousers. Suddenly the Trousers ripped down his backside. Tom groaned at the feeling, which caused cake crumbs to fall out his mouth.
'Oh my…’ Blushed Charlie. 'My piggies gone and ripped his trousers! You are getting so big piggy!’ Charlie spanked Tom’s bum, which caused a ripple across his body.
“Im getting so fat” thought Tom as he continued to demolish the cake “Why is Charlie doing this to me?”
After another ten minutes of Tom eating, the cake was completely consumed. Tom spluttered as he started to breathe heavilly.
'Well done my giant piggy!’ Smiled Charlie as he got off Tom’s back. 'Hope you up for more’ Charlie place another four large chocolate cakes infront of Tom.
'No. Please’ Spluttered Tom as he started to pant heavilly.
Charlie sat back on Tom’s back 'Eat them now piggy’
'Too. Full’ Groaned the bloated piggy.
'Eat them now or im going to call over your entire family to see what a fat pig you’ve become’ Charlie smirked. Tom sighed as he took a bite out of the first cake.
'Good piggy!’ Laughed Charlie as he ran his finger down the rip of Tom’s trousers.

-HALF HOUR LATER-

'Wow!’ Squealed Charlie as Tom’s trousers completely ripped from Tom’s body. Tom groaned as the trousers ripped from his body, leaving only his underwear as the last piece of clothing on his body. Tom turnt to see his large butt was on show which had a pair of boxers so tight on his body. They were so tight, his fat cheeks started to flow over them, looking like his ass was eating them.
'Damn piggy!’ Charlie blushed as he squished Tom’s butt 'They flew off! Looks like you’re boxers have become a thong! They look so tight on you Piggy!’ Charlie smacked Tom’s right butt cheek which caused Tom to moan. 'Continue eating your cakes piggy! Only one and a half left!’ Tom moaned as he continued to fill his mouth with cake.

-TWENTY MINUTES LATER-

Tom took the last bite of the cake in front of him. Crumbs fell from his mouth as he chewed the last bite.
'Well done piggy!’ Exclaimed Charlie as he sat on Tom’s back. 'I knew you could eat all them cakes!’ Charlie got off Tom’s back. 'Sit up piggy!’ Tom struggled, but managed to sit upright, leaning his back against the sofa. Tom’s belly hung over his underwear and his thighs. Hhe had a few rolls on his belly which rolled like a rolling pin. Tom’s moobs now took the appearance of a girls pair of boobs. His thighs nearly tripled in size, they were now soft and squished on the floor. Tom also had a number of chins which hung under his original.
'Look at you know piggy! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s love handles and shook, causing Tom’s whole belly to bounce. Tom moaned as Charlie continued to bounce. Then there was a knock at the door.
'Be back in a sec my piggy’ smiled Charlie as he stood up and left the room.

Two minutes later, Charlie returned with eight pizza’s, eight portions of fries and tons of burgers.
'You ready for more my piggy?’ Chuckled Charlie as he placed the food on the floor.
'No. Please’ Tom tried to get up, but struggled.
'No point trying to escape my piggy!’ Said Charlie as he sat infront of Tom. 'You are going to eat and thats it’
'Too. Fat’ Moaned Tom as he placed a hand on his tummy. 'Im so. Big’
'Thats it, touch you’re body. Look and feel how fat you’ve got. Look how big you’re belly is. Look at the way it sags down over your underwear. Look how big  you’re tits are, they are bigger than your girlfriends!’ Charlie moaned 'You are getting so fat! But not fat enough!’ Charlie picked up a slice of pizza and shoved it into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as the cheese flavour spread across his mouth.
“Im so fat” Thought Tom as Charlie placed another slice into his mouth. 'Ive gotten. So big. I cant even. Move. Im too. Big.“ Charlie continued to stuff food into Tom’s mouth. Tom was now helpless. He was too fat to move, being stuffed non stop and was being sat on the lap by his 'friend’. Tom moaned as Charlie smiled.

-TWO HOURS LATER-

'Last burger piggy!’ smirked Charlie as he placed the last burger into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he chewed and swallowed the meaty burger.
'Well done piggy! You ate everything!’ Smiled Charlie. Tom groaned. Tom was huge. Tom’s belly now pushed his legs apart and was touching the floor. His moobs were now the size of a large breasted woman. His moobs sat ontop of his flabby belly. His thighs were thick and huge and were squished against the floor. Huge love handles formed on Tom’s hips, followed by rolls up the side of his body.
'Damn Piggy. You are so big!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s belly.
'Ooh’ moaned Tom 'Stop. Please.’
'Look at you! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie moaned. Suddenly Charlie lunged ontop of Tom and kissed him. Tom pulled back and their lips disconnected.
'Whats wrong piggy? Dont want to be my piggy?’ Charlie leaned in to Tom’s face 'Kiss me back now, or else’
Tom sighed and leaned in towards Charlie. Their lips both connected as they kissed. Charlie’s tongue broke into Tom’s mouth and danced around. Tom moaned as he did the same with his tongue.
"Why is he doing this” Thought Tom “And why am i kissing him back?” They continued to kiss as Charlies hand squished and played with Tom’s fat, moving around his fat body. Charlie pulled away from the kiss and smirked. His cheeks were red and he was sweating 'Ive been wanting this for years Tom’ Tears started to fall slowly from Tom’s eyes. He is now Charlie’s piggy.

317.

The roof right over his bed was leaking, which was worrying him a bit about the structural integrity of the cook-outs. He kept meaning to call someone out - Clint’s to-do list was long and constantly evolving and full of cryptids - but there were missions and emergencies and vet appointments and shit, and he was fine sleeping on the couch. He’d get to it. 

Just like he’d get to replacing the couch, soon as he had a moment. He’d scrubbed the life outta the damned thing - more literally than he’d like to think about, thanks - after hauling it up off the curb, but it was mostly holding itself together with duct tape and fraying thread, and he was expecting catastrophic spring failure any day. 

When he found himself eyeing Lucky’s bed with covetous eyes, he figured maybe it was time to seek an alternative solution. 

First place he tried was the base’s common room/kitchenette/conference room area, but it was seriously way too big. Even curling up under the pool table didn’t limit the space enough, left him twitchy and restless, and he was starting to garner comment with the dark circles under his eyes. The next place he tried, the vents - turned out that he wasn’t so good with small places as he used to be. It was fine as a means of transportation, as a hiding place for ambushes, but he’d got a little too used to comfort and the ability to move his arms, so that was a wash. 

He was practically sleep-walking after a mission when he happened on a little room that didn’t seem to have any practical purpose. Maybe Steve had been behind it, ‘cos it tended towards the filing cabinets even though the Avengers was nothing if not digital. Tucked in the corner, though, screened between two sets of drawers, there was a faded gray beanbag that cradled him just perfectly when he gave into the urge to curl up. It was soft, and warm, and smelled faintly of washing powder and oil, and it was just about the most perfect place Clint had ever been. Even the time he woke up covered in a soft red throw, even in a base full of silent assassins, it was just exactly right. 

The long nights on the couch, though, they hadn’t done him much good. Something in his back kept tweaking, and he kept trying to roll his neck out when he was perched on the rooftop, the next mission, but he was having limited success. 

“You okay?” Barnes asked, which considering the usual stoicism of the guy was practically word vomit. Clint returned in kind, told him about his neck, the pain of sourcing trick arrows when Tony’s income wasn’t backing him up, the paucity of comfortable seating on base, and anything else that crossed his mind. He was braced, ready for the snapping insistence that he shut the hell up, but instead he found himself distracted by the tiny quirk at the edge of the guy’s mouth. 

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Aye look who wrote something

So this is based off of a few anons I sent to @barbabangme a while ago and I couldn’t help myself. Nevada + thigh riding??? Also I feel like I want to use the words “chuckle” and “smirk” way too much when I try to write about Nevada? 

PSA: PROBABLY NOT GOOD.

Originally posted by vadasultenfuss

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anonymous asked:

4 and 29 for mcpriceley?? Not sure how easy they are to work in together but I just thought they both sounded interesting

4. irresistible / 29. fading away

It’s blazing hot out, and he’s not even in Uganda anymore. Kevin thinks it might actually be hotter, but they still don’t turn the air conditioning on. There are some comforts that Kevin learned to live without. Connor still boils soup in a pan because he grew up without a microwave, and he says he thinks it might be kind of like that. The sound of the washing machine buzzes through the floor and makes Kevin agitated. There’s so many cars, and they’re so noisy at night that Kevin sleeps even worse than he did before. Sometimes, just sometimes, he lights a candle instead of leaving the lights on. It’s the guilt, he tells Connor one sleepless night. Who needs a microwave, or a washing machine, or air conditioning, when his kids are still in Uganda, still living with barely any home comforts? Some of them don’t even have a home in the first place. Nabulungi promised him that they would use the abandoned mission hut to home them, but that doesn’t really make him feel any better.

He eventually gets used to watching TV again, but he doesn’t necessarily enjoy it. All he can think about is how Nabulungi would love laying down on the couch with her head in Kevin’s lap watching cartoons (he just knows she would love the bright colours. She would probably touch the screen, reverently, and then proceed to not shut up about it for days). He has to turn it off when he sees an advert about starving children in Africa, and he definitely doesn’t cry in the bathroom for the rest of the ad break, as he insists to Connor’s half concerned, half amused face.

“I thought it would be the little things I missed,” Kevin tells Connor when he forces Kevin out for ice cream. Connor’s double-chocolate affair has melted all down his fingers and he has to try really, really hard not to watch him lick it off, childishly. “But I didn’t really miss any of it.”

“Do you want to go back?” says Connor, with chocolate all around his mouth. He grins when he catches Kevin staring.

“No,” Kevin shakes his head. “But isn’t that selfish?”

“Not really,” says Connor. “You used to be selfish. Then you did a complete one-eighty and became the most egotisical altruistic person in the world.”

“Is that when you started to like me?”

“I started to like you when you started to buy me things,” says Connor, happily, biting into the cone. “Look, you bought me this ice cream. Not selfish.”

“That’s not really what I’m talking about,” says Kevin.

“Your tongue has turned blue,” says Connor, instead of answering. Kevin sticks it out and tries to look at over the end of his nose, going cross eyed. Connor laughs, hits him, and finishes his ice cream. “I forgot which way taps turn, if that makes you feel any better.”

It does.

“I don’t know which way a switch is on or off.”

“The first time I used shampoo again, I used way too much and it was in my hair for days.”

“I remember that,” says Kevin. Connor slips his arm into the crook of Kevin’s elbow. “You looked ridiculous.”

“It’ll get easier,” Connor tells him. “But you really have to stop washing your clothes in the bathtub.”

“Anything for you,” says Kevin, and Connor beams at him.

“Likewise,” he says.

At least he doesn’t have to miss Connor, he thinks. If Connor was just another memory in Uganda – well, Kevin would have a much harder time with that than he does with the washing machine.

( finn balor ) - ( skype show )


Summary:
A conversation with Finn while on Skype turns a little x rated.. You haven’t seen each other in almost 3 weeks and there’s only one more day until he’s home.. Neither of you can wait another day and so you decide to try something new.
Character:
Finn Balor
Rating:
Mature
Other:
This was a challenge for me to write because it all happens over Skype as opposed to actual smut. The following warning will apply as a result..
Masturbation
Dirty talk

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A Fragile Heart

Part 3/3 Finale

Namjoon x Reader (Angst/Smut)  <Part 1> <Part 2> <Part 3> <Epilouge>

As my heart races, Yoongi pulls away from me. I struggle to catch my breath pushing him further away from me. I rest my hands on his chest, hanging my head low. One of his hands grabs my wrist softly, the other one moves a strand of hair behind my ear. My face starts to feel warm. He lifts my head again, this time when our eyes meet he smiles.

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Red Thread II

Paring: Hanzo/fem!Reader

A/N: so sleeping a lot is a thing. Sorry the story is slow, this is my first. I have no beta, so all spelling error’s are my own. Constructive criticism is always welcome. If you guys want let me know what parings you want to see. Next update might be Monday.


….

You were aware.

That you could tell.

You were aware that you were awake.

But you could not feel your limbs.

Breathing through your nose, that you can feel. You felt your chest rise then fall. But still, you couldn’t feel your arms and legs. You tried to open your eyes however, it felt impossible. As you slowly pulled them apart it felt like a dune a licked your eyes making it hard to open and painful to try.

Still, you attempted to open them. it was dark when you opened them.

“Co-…” you winced at the dryness of your throat. It hurt unbelievably, worse than anything you had felt even when you had the flu when you were younger.

Suddenly, the pod jostled and soft light filled the pod. You squinted at the words that re-apperad on the hatch’s screen.

“Threat level: High”

“Scanning neat by threats

“Threat: non-organic”

You scoffed at it, or made a noise that sounded one.

“Unsafe to open; Brief hibernation activated

“N-..” sleepiness treated you like an old friend and greeted you to the darkness with open arms.


BANG

Your eyes shot open looking around in the darkness. Yelling, you were pretty sure you it was yelling, with.. gun-fire maybe. Wait, why were you hearing gun fire?

You tried to move your fingers but they wouldn’t move, it felt like forever since you last moved them. Then it dawned on you.

How long have you been asleep.

How long..have you been in this pod.

Your heart clenched…

As soon as the gun fire started it stopped, you heard mumbling, it was probably talking but your ears were strained with how long you had been out.

“He-…” you tried to grunt out.

The mumbling stopped and faded. You were going to cry, you just wanted out.

Then, a knock, it was loud enough to know it was a knock as well as being loud enough to hear.

Knock

Knock

You let out a startled noise. That wasn’t something hitting against it, someone was knocking.

‘Please arm, please’

You felt like you were moving a dead weight. You let out a pain filled grunt as you try to move your arm. Slowly but surely you were pulling up your hand. Shaking like a leaf as it rose. You grunted at you attempted to practically throw your knuckles at the side of the hatch.

Knock

‘Please!’

Instantly, the pod whirled to live. The screen and the table lit up cause you to shut your eyes while letting out a scream. Your eyes felt like they had been set on fire.

The hatch hissed open after it opened, you heard a gasp.

“Mein gott!” a feminine voice yelled.

You squinted enough to let your self see a woman with blonde hair stare at you with complete and utter shock.

You tried to lift your hand towards her, shaking as you reached for her.

“Ple-.. hel-..” the woman moved over too you grabbing your hand and held it. She looked over her shoulder yelling orders to her left far out of your vision.

“Ho-.. -ong..” you managed out. She looked back at you with a questioning look. She then lowered her head to hear you.

“Ho-… -ong” you asked again in the same hoarse tone. She rose her head back looked at you with a broken-hearted expression. She placed her hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb against the side of your eye.

“Too long.. mein dear..Too long…” your vision faded out into nothing.

..-ep 

..-eep 

Beep

The chirping noise was calming, because it wasn’t just a noise, it was a sign letting you know that you were out of the pod. Your eyes opened easier this time looking around the room that was washed in a dim light. It look like a large hospital room, the one were they could tend to more than one patients at once.

You realized that you were in a bed; it was warm and soft; the pillow supporting your back was fluffy. Fluffy enough to put you in a reclining position with enough support to look around with your head.

“Ugh..” You grunted as you turned your head left, then the right slowly. it felt like you slept funny on it. You moved your head back and forth trying to relax the muscle and get some blood flowing; you took the chance to look at your arm.

You blanched at how thin it was it was. It wasn’t to the point that you could see the bone however it was enough to know that you hadn’t eaten in sometime. Not only that, you were sure even though the room was dimmed you were much more paler maybe even sickly.

You froze, you could still feel your thread. It was then that the sudden hyper realization that something was different with it. You were terrified too even look at your finger for fear it was short and black. The color of a lost soulmate.

You sat your head back and closed your eyes, tears streaming down your face. You knew you needed to look but the thought of what it looked like after so long scared. So, with a small pep talk you decided that starting with the top of your left arm would make it easier to bear.

Your eyes scanned your bicep, you could see the colored veins now unlike before.

‘need some sun..”

You slowly got to the joint of your arm and saw a needle taped to your vein. Bringing what you assumed was a saline solution.

Your eyes dragged down to your wrist, the bone was slightly protruding via weight loss, but that was expected.

‘need a piece of pizza…” You slightly drooled at the thought.

You ripped your eyes from your wrist to your hand. You started at your thumb noticing that the nail had grown quite a bit compared to its normal nail bitten shape, from there you moved on. 

‘Index’

‘Middle’

‘Ring’

‘Pinky’

Your jaw dropped, more tears  fell down your face at the sight. It wasn’t the red that it once was. It was a sickly looking color of red with a few tangles, none the less that wasn’t what nearly floored you. 

It was almost complete.

You let out a choked sob.

“Ho-..”

“I have never seen anything like it either.” A soft voice spoke to the right of you. You whipped your head to look over, grunting loudly at the sudden movement of your head turning. You looked at her with a pained look, she just smiled warmly at you.

“All the threads I’ve seen from people in Cryo, that were alone have turned black or had disappeared completely.” she spoke as she checked the machine with bags of medicine. 

You just noticed that it was floating.

‘That thing is freaking floating…” You stared wide eyed at it.

“But most Cryo pods don’t come from the year 2016.” she said as she sat down in the chair next to the bed. Your eyes whipping from the floating pole to her.

You tilted your head at her. ‘what was that supposed to mean?’

“Oh! I didn’t properly introduce my self! I’m Dr.Angela Zigler.” she moved the chair closest to you.

“As I was saying, most pods don’t come the year 2016. Cryo pods didn’t go into use or manufacturing until 2506.” You openly gawked at this woman’s words.

‘What year is it!?’

‘How long were you asleep!?’

“I thought…” Angela licked her lips.

“I was going to be opening a cryo pod with a corpse. I should have thought better considering Talon had had the pod you were in.” You tried to sit up but Angela shot out of her seat pushing you back into the reclining position. 

“The Nano Tech I gave you wont be finished repairing for muscles to the point you can suddenly move like that. You were knocking on death’s door when we found you.” You looked at her with a questioning expression.

“we..?” you spoke softly at her. 

“Tomorrow Mein liebling, it will be a big day for you. Looking at the Nano Chart, its says you might be able to walk around for about 8 minutes at a time. It will give you enough time for you to bath. If you want I can show you some parts of the base; but for now rest, it is still early.” she said putting the chart down looking over you.

Without a thought, Angela started tucking you in the bed then fluffed your pillow. After she was done the blonde let out a satisfying huff. She then whispered a good night to you. she then walked out of the room leaving you with the thought that, that grown woman just tucked another grown woman in bed.

Even if it was strange, you couldn’t help but to smile and laugh softly to yourself. 

While drifting off to sleep, you took one last look at your nearly completed thread. The small comforts kept the looming questions along with the dark answers at bay, and for now that is what you needed.

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Watch me fool around in After Effects! (^_^) Many of you have noticed my mermaid manips running wild on the internet and it has been super exiting and I appreciate all the kind words and attention! <3<3<3 (Thank you everybody for you wonderful messages!! *throws cookies everywhere*)

I have made 11 mermaids now, and I am currently working on Nani and Lilo. ;)  But I kinda promised a tutorial, and I’m trying really really hard of doing that! It just takes a ton of time editing all the footage and don’t even get me started on the text! DX I will continue trying, but until then you can have this! I pretty much gave up on some things (the head’s positioning, the fingers, the bra’s coloring, etc) because AE is suuuuper sloooow when the screen recorder is on. I cut it out from here, but you cannot even imagine how often the whole thing just froze and lagged lick crazy. If it wasn’t for that then I would make more videos like this… O_Q But I hope that you guys enjoy! ;D

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He loves his girl.

That’s something you should know right off the bat because he really does, he loves her like crazy. Some days he thinks that he might freak her out from how much he loves her. Okay…that might be a little extreme but most days he thinks that it’s true.

There are days though when she drives him up the wall. Like the way she refuses to hang up wet towels after she takes a shower at his place or how she’ll leave the tiniest bit of milk in the carton and put it back in the fridge instead of just throwing it out.

It’s all part of being in a relationship and he doesn’t mind dealing with her little quirks because she sure as hell deals with his. If you were to ask her what his are he thinks the first thing on her list would be his obsession (her word, not his) with video games.

Not only does he have a room in his apartment dedicated to gaming but he has almost every game console ever released and more games than he could probably play in a lifetime. One wall of his game room is basically a giant bookshelf with rows and rows of games that he’s been collecting since he was a child. Three large flat screens sit on the opposite wall in front of two plush leather couches. He even has a standing popcorn machine in one corner that is always full of fresh popcorn.

Needless to say, it’s where everyone he knows hangs out on the weekends.

Clarke doesn’t get it though. She gives him shit all the time about wasting his time playing video games and why does he need all of that when he has her?

Like he said, he loves his girl. He loves being with her and being with her but sometimes you just wanna shoot zombies in the head for awhile, you know?

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Belum - Onew

I wonder if anyone noticed if these stories were connected? c;

This is something I’ve been planning for a very long time - the coffee shop universe. Short little drabble stories all centered around patchwork set-ups with one central pair making these meetings happen. This story explains it all. 

I hope you enjoy and re-read some of the older ones!

Promulgate / Kairos / Akrasia / Craic / Belum

In which it’s kind of your job to know things, but this time, you’ve failed.

Playing matchmaker for your stupid friends has to be the most tiring thing in the whole wide world.

You have to be so precise with everything. There’s timing to consider, habitual tendencies, personalities, the relationship status of the other person, and, of course, how to approach said person without appearing to be creepy, stalkery, or just plain embarrassing. It’s kind of a headache being all creative and stuff, though you haven’t really had to use much of that. 

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The Lab Geek

One shot

Summary-ever since Ultron, Fury has you, Banners lab assistant, check Tony’s computers once In a While. Making sure Starks ideas Don’t become threatening. However you’ve told Bucky, ( who often wondered where you tip toed to in the early mornings) so he wouldn’t worry to much when you couldn’t comfort him. But tonight, You and Bucky are left to your Own devices when everyone is called out for a mission.
Words:762
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x reader.
Warnings: none?
A/n- sorry for grammar mistakes.


You were tinkering with Starks computers in the Lab When he
Found you. Sitting in your tiny shorts, bunny slippers, tank top and French braid. He smirked, at your fingerless gloves, pulled half way up your arm as you type away.

“Hey beautiful!” Bucky chimed entering the lab, still in his sweats.

You nodded, ignoring the comment, signaling him over. Bucky was a true friend and a great ally to have of the field . You sighed heavily, thinking about your juvenile crush on the man. It didn’t matter, you felt the same about Steve too. Since you couldn’t make up your mind about either one, you decided it was Best to stay the Neutral party, atleast you’d try.

“What’s going on Jay?” Your eyes Still glued to the computer screen.

Bucky laughed to himself, making his way toward you. His feet padding gently on the tile floor, closing the distance between you.

You rubbed your temples, How can you stare at this for so long. “How long have you been up anyways?”

“Ughhh..” You groaned, squinting at the clock.

“I take it that means too long. Must you read everything Tony has?” Bucky signaled for you to get up.

“Hey. It’s just precautionary measure. Wha- what do you want?” You looked toward him as he grabbed your hands pulling you up.

He took your seat motioning you to sit on his lap. “ Jay, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides I think you’d be more of a distraction.” You smirked, crossing your arms.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep. You weren’t in your room so I figured we could .. I could keep you company till your done, so you can keep me company” Bucky finished smiling, pulling you to sit on top of him.

Face reddening, you sat between his legs on the chair, struggling to stay completely immersed in the SHIELD files.

“How long does this normally take?"Bucky asked resting one arm ever so closely to the keyboard, the other on your hip. You unconsciously grounded yourself back on him, trying to get comfortable. In fact it had the opposite reaction on Bucky, feeling his harden member graze against your bottom.

"Well- I don’t know about you
But I don’t want another ultron accident.” You stuttered, warmth traveling between your legs, you tried to keep you eyes solely on the screen. Was it you or is Buckys arm getting alittle too close?

“Right. Um, soo- what are you going to be Doing today?” Bucky spoke clearing his throat. His fingers brushed across your flesh where his hand was resting.

“Um. I’m free. What do you have in mind?” You questioned, your heartbeat quickened. You wouldn’t turn to face him, in doing so you’re afraid you’d loose it. Grinding back on him again, you heard a sharp breath leave him.

“Oh, well- I , I wanted to know if you wanted to- you do have ta- if you were interested in, going out with me, again?”
It was no secret, staying on nutral ground hasn’t panned as well as you thought it would. Occasionally you and buck would sneak off to a movie or Steve and you would disappear into a diner.

“Ofcourse. Why wouldn’t I be?” You paused your typing turning to Bucky, the first Mistake you made.
Upon turning around, his eyes- pupils blown- were fully focused on your ass, licking his lips while his hand continued to touch your skin, lifting up part of your shirt that was resting on your hips.

“Jay..” You whispered, “I. -”

“I know, you’ve hung out with Steve. I know you like both of us. ”

You faced the screen, embarrassed and ashamed. If Bucky could put two and two together so did Steve.

“ I - I am trying real hard, the last thing I want is to become between the both of you. ”
You’re completely distracted now.

“It’s not like that doll. I really like you and..I think Steve does too. In fact I’m sure of it.”

Crap.

“Oh that so? I. I can’t choose between you both, you know that right? I’d rather just stay as…friends.”

‘No matter how hard that will be.’ You thought, feeling your breath hitch as Bucky moved his metal hand to your
Other side, resting on your hip.

“If you’re willing, or interested I think we could come up with some sort of.. arrangement?” Bucky leaned into your ear, moving your face toward his.

“What do you have in mind?”