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Building Legos w/ Dagger Squad
Character(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw", Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Reuban "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Logan "Yale" Lee, Brigham "Harvard" Lennox x Reader
Summary: Just being all fluffy and building legos with your fav pilots
Author's Note: Including all the pilots because i think they all deserve love and not just the main ones also i need more halo content and if nobody is gonna give it to me imma do it myself
Masterlist
Hangman
Hangman gets you two a few of the botanicals sets. He originally was gonna make them all in his free time to gift to you but you walked in on him making the succulent set and just sat down and started to help him. Eventually it just became a weekend activity for the two of you to do while a movie played in the background. Eventually when you accumulate too many built sets you end up giving them to his nieces and nephews.
Rooster
Rooster loves legos. It's not something he talks about a lot but he really enjoys building the NASA sets with you and talking about all the facts he knows about space. One day while building a spaceship set with him you asked about it and he explained how when he was little him and his dad would build spaceships out of the stray legos he had and for a bit he wanted to be an astronaut.
Phoenix
Pheonix also gets you some of the botanical sets. She loves to give you little lego flowers from time to time. When you build them she mostly just watches you while you build each set. Between the two of you there is quite the collection of stray lego roses scattered across the apartment.
Bob
Bob had a decent lego collection as a kid already so into adult hood he just kept building them. His favorite to build with you are the architecture ones. He's a man that has a lot of knowledge about random things so as you build them he explains historical events or facts about whatever it is you are building. When you two built the New York said he kept mentioning places in the city he had visited and how he couldn't wait till the two of you traveled there together so he could show you all the things he liked in the city.
Fanboy
Y'all are building the Star Wars sets. No question about it. He definitely gets the expensive Millennium Falcon set and tries to hide if from you but one night at around 3am you woke up to go to the bathroom and saw him missing. He was sitting in the living room with a lamp on building the set. He tried to hide it but instead of saying anything you just sat down and began helping him. When you two finished building the set all you did was look at him and say "Can't believe you hid this from me." before walking back to bed.
Payback
Payback doesn't actually build legos. He'd much rather sit back with a cup of coffee or tea and just silently observe you. He'll gladly help you when you are confused or lost from the instructions of the larger sets but other than that he simply enjoys sitting in silence with you and observing you build each set. He likes to see the smile on your face once you finish each set.
Coyote
Coyote doesn't buy his own legos but sometimes Fanboy gives him a few sets so he likes to build them with you when he's got the free time. He honestly doesn't even really look at the sets when Fanboy gives them to him he just shows up and is like "Hey let's build this." and tosses it onto the table. He just likes to spend quality time with you and enjoys that there is a physical product to put on display to show the time you spent together.
Halo
Halo enjoys the art sets. She never really built any legos as a kid so you are the main reason she started building sets. She'll make you each a cup of tea and sit down at the table with you to build each set while singing along to whatever has been on your playlists recently. If it's a set that allows her to she will gladly hang them on the walls around your houese.
Fritz
Much like Payback, Fritz doesn't really build the sets and simply observes you building them. He does occasionally help you build some like the Batman set you got he helped build since he really enjoys Batman. Most of the time he'll have a movie on in the background while he is watching you build each set.
Omaha
Omaha is another big fan of Star Wars and him and Fanboy definitely send each other photos of all their lego sets. He only got into legos when he met Fanboy so he has always built them with someone and never alone. He actually doesn't like building alone because he is so used to having someone with him. Even if he is super excited about a set, if you are busy, he will wait specifically till you have free time to even open the box and look inside. He loves to be wrapped up in a blanket with you and sitting on the living room floor together building the different sets.
Yale
Yale likes the Harry Potter sets. He has a lot of memories associated with the movies from when he was a bit younger so those sets always stood out to him. He doesn't have many sets but one time you got him the Hogwarts castle set and he insisted you two build it together while watching the movies. Since then, he always builds the sets he gets with you while watching Harry Potter.
Harvard
Harvard LOVES to help you build the superhero sets. Similar to Fanboy, he probably bought one of the super expensive sets to build but rather than hiding it he proudly walked up to you with the biggest smile on his face asking if you wanted to build it with him over the weekend. He has an entire shelf to display all the sets he has and he puts all the ones the two of you built together in the middle to proudly show them off.
#top gun#top gun fic#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#robert bob floyd#mickey fanboy garcia#reuben payback fitch#callie halo bassett#billy fritz avalone#neil omaha vikander#logan yale lee#brigham harvard lennox#top gun x reader
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Checking in on my 2023 goals!
23 things for 2023
1. buy 1 horse
Done!! Bought Luna!!!
2. Knit a pair of socks
I knit a sock, that I finished today. But I mostly decided I wanted to knit other things instead so this is fine
3. Three camping trips
went to mt of the holy cross, and New Mexico for two camping nights, plus a day hike in winter park. So technically no but pretty close!
4. Plant four pumpkins
…..no. I bought seeds and did nothing and I don’t feel that bad about it
5. Handstand (five fingers) press
Lol no. Did nothing for it. Never made a plan and so did not achieve
6. Kill side yard weeds (because weeds are the devil 666)
Success? I paid a Gardner to pull them all so yes! Feels like a failure because I didn’t really deal with them or the yard in general, but they are all gone now.
7. Go to Loyola social justice meeting (7th heaven)
I went to a meeting! And baked cookies for an event. (And then never went back oops)
8. Mail 8 letters to mates - birthday cards probably
Success! (Rebecca birthday, Sarah birthday, Clare get well card, Callie birthday, Alison birthday, clare birthday, Callie wedding, clare kt recipe card)
9. Research 9 hours of getting a cat (9 lives)
Decided a horse was enough so stopped researching 🤷♀️[ read complete guide to adopting a cat 3 hours]
10. Do ten full pull ups
Total yes, in a row like intended absolutely not. I can do like 2.5 in a row. Made haphazard progress, but now I have a pull up bar so hoping for better next year!
11. Buy 11 things off of my to buy eventually list
Success! This was easy and I did it! (air fryer, air mattress, nice soap dispensers, office mat, thermometer, fire extinguisher, white tank top, little plates, shower cleaner, plastic drain pipes, sheet pan organizer, bonus: back door light bulb, rainbow flag and holder, more bras)
12. Go on 12 dates
Success! I thought this would be really hard but then I just got my boyfriend by like February and it ended up being the easiest ny resolution ever. He even asked me out to start.
13. Run a half marathon 13.1 miles
Success! (Okay this was a gimme because I signed up for it and had a training plan in 2022 but still)
14. Hike a fourteener
Success! mt of the holy cross and it was terrifying and very long but we did it!
15. Read 30 (15x2) books
I read 27 and have three in various states of completion. I kind of wanted to power this one thru but it wouldn’t have been fun and then what’s the point. This one is hard because I abandoned so so many books this year. Like I made it at least one chapter into like 40 and a couple half way thru. So close but no cigar but I refuse to read things that aren’t fun just to hit a goal so I feel fine about it.
16. Host 8 things
Hosted 3, organized a couple others so partial credit. I would like to do better in the future. ( galentines, whimsy brunch, birthday, organized brunch at watercourse, organized lake day)
17. Go out dancing (must be more dancing than drinking, dance class counts.)(dancing queen only 17)
Nope. But also that’s fine.
18. Upgrade phone and deal with all photos. Upload belize to fb and save others. Data management
Mostly. I got an external storage for Christmas so I can finish when I get home. So solid partial credit. (uploaded some. Upgraded phone plus new battery, still need to get data off of it) [email protected] [email protected]
19. General contractor for house cracks plus install air conditioner
Success. Installed ac. Got the cracks looked at once and they were fine and then they got worse and now I’m getting foundation work done. So success I guess.
20. Get 20 layout ds
… I did not count. I def got some but probably not 20 so partial credit. (4 from leiout)
21. Go to frisbee Masters regionals
Success! Another bit of gimme but we went and qualified to nationals!)
22. Buy purple navel jewelry (I’m feeling 22)
Success! (And I love it)
23. volunteer for 23 hours
No and I feel bad about it. I need to find something to volunteer with. I feel like I should have the time/be able to make time but it also feels like I never have time and also never want to. But I think it’s important.
So overall full success on 11 of the goals, happy partial on 5, annoyed partial on 2, abandoned 4 and failed my last one and feel bad about it.
But overall pretty good success!
#New Years goals#23 things for 2023#new years resolutions#recaps#I did my best#and it was fine#but also they didn’t really drive any behavior#well they did help me knit my one sock#and helped motivate the camping trips and hosting I did do#and that’s good#and the mailing letters#so overall it did help with some good things I wanted to more of#so pretty good success
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Little Lukey
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Summary: Luke relieves some stress in an unexpected way
Pairing: caregiver!Calum x little!Luke
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1160
A/N: Age regression is different from age play. Age regression is always 100% SFW. This will be the ONLY time I state this as I do not write age play works. If you don't have anything nice to say, please keep scrolling.
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Luke had always been the baby. The baby of his family and the baby of the band. Not that he minded. If anything, he found the feeling of having someone take care of him quite comforting. As the band grew, the anxiety and stress of leaving home at sixteen and moving to a brand new country far away from his parents began to wear on the boy.
The small signs went unnoticed at first. How he found coloring in a coloring book with crayons to be quite fun, how he didn't mind watching cartoons and how his absolute favorite meal was mac n cheese with a side of strawberries. It wasn't until he woke up one morning with his stuffed penguin, Pengy's, flipper in his mouth that he began to question things.
After much research and quite a few tears, Luke determined that he was interested in something called age regression. The idea of being taken care of and getting to engage in fun and stress-free activities amidst the band's busy schedule sounded like music to his ears. The only thing that held the blond back from jumping with joy was how to tell his boyfriend.
Sure, Calum was the perfect boyfriend. He was kind and understanding and loved everything about Luke, but being told his eighteen-year-old boyfriend enjoyed regressing to a baby's mental state was a big step in their relationship. And so, Luke hid it. During their stops at various stores on the tour, he would always make it a point to slip away from the rest of the band and go into Walmart or Target and buy a paci and other "baby gear".
Three weeks in, and Luke couldn't be happier. He had a small bin under his bed (thank goodness for bottom bunks!) that had various pacifiers, sippy cups, and small plush toys in it. He also had his blankie, which was unashamedly on his bed. Not that the other boys noticed anything different about that. Luke had carried that blanket everywhere with him until Year Nine and still slept with it.
The only thing was, Luke's heart longed to tell Calum. He wanted the older male to be his caregiver. So, he devised the perfect plan for the two to have the bus to themselves so Luke could ask him. Asking such a big question was scary enough, he didn't need Michael and Ashton around if he got rejected.
As the boys began to prepare to grab dinner, Luke set his plan in place. "I think I'm gonna hang back...my tummy hurts." he mumbled, already feeling himself start to slip at the thought of finally having a daddy.
"You're not feeling good? Do you have a fever?" Ashton asked, raising a brow.
Luke shook his head quickly. "Don't think so. I just wanna rest."
"Want me to hang back with you?" Calum smiled, sitting down beside him and running his fingers through Luke's blond quiff as the blond curled up on the couch, wrapping his arms around his belly to really sell the act and prevent him from accidentally sucking his thumb while the others were around.
The blond smiled softly and nodded his head, trying not to show too much emotion. "Please...".
Once he was sure Michael and Ashton were completely off the bus, Luke turned his face up to look at Calum, pleading with his baby blue eyes. "Cally?"
Calum noticed the change in Luke's speech and looked over at him curiously. The blond boy has always had a bit of a lisp, but Calum figured the prominence of it and the name were most likely related to "not feeling good". "What's up, babe?"
"Gotta tell you something..." Luke trailed off, twisting the hem of his shirt anxiously.
"Of course, Lukey Boy. What's up?" Calum rubbed his lover's side gently.
"I-um...I've been stressed and anxious lately and so I started doing this thing called age regression to help me cope and I was wondering if you'd be my caregiver.” Luke blushed, his cheeks turning a bright cherry red.
The blond turned his head into the bus' couch cushions, refusing to look at Calum's face. He didn't want to see the reaction if his boyfriend thought he was a freak.
Calum cocked his head curiously. "What does that mean?"
"Caregiver or age regression?" Luke asked, face still smushed in the cushions.
"Both."
Luke blushed. "Well, age regression is basically, um...I like being in a baby's headspace..."
"So it's a coping mechanism?" Calum's head was spinning with new knowledge.
Luke nodded eagerly. Despite his red cheeks and embarrassment, he had scooted closer to Calum and was cuddling into his side. The blond rubbed his eyes sleepily. He could feel himself slipping, but was determined to stay big until Calum told him yes or no.
The couple stayed silent for a few minutes. Calum was trying to figure out what to say, until he eventually decided he understood what Luke was saying. Tour was hard and Luke had always been rather childlike. Besides, it was completely innocent. No harm in that.
The raven-hair boy pulled Luke closer into his side. "Cutie," he cooed, stroking the younger boy's golden-blond curls. "Thank you for telling me. I'll do whatever you need to stay happy."
"And a caregiver is basically like, well, like a mom or dad?" Luke stuttered, trying not to get too nervous.
"You want me to act like your dad?" Calum didn't ask it in a mean way; he was just curious.
Luke nodded, his eyes filling with tears. He immediately began to slip into headspace without even thinking about it. "Sow-sorry..."
"Hey. Look at me, baby. I'll do it if that's what makes you happy, 'kay?" Calum took Luke's chin in his hand. "Does it make you happy?"
Luke nodded and wrapped his hand around Calum's index finger. "Daddy."
Calum nodded, trying to disguise how much getting used to that would take. Luke needed him right now and that was all that mattered. "Do you have baby things, honey?"
The blond nodded and ran off towards his bunk, coming back with his box of little gear. "Haves lots of stuff!"
Calum let out a small coo. This was simply adorable. "Would you like a pacifier, sweetie?"
Luke nodded eagerly. This is all he had ever wanted. To have a daddy that would love and adore him and understand that he wasn't weird or a freak; he was simply a soft soul with a gentle heart who chose to cope in a different way.
Calum picked a blue paci with a penguin on it out of the box and handed it to Luke. "Here ya go, sweetheart." he smiled fondly.
The blond boy popped it into his mouth eagerly and curled up on Calum's chest, sucking the plastic. "Wuv you, Daddy Cally. Wuv you lots."
Calum smiled and held his baby closer to him. "I love you too, baby. Daddy's perfect little angel."
#luke hemmings#calum hood#cake hoodings#calum x luke#5sos#5 seconds of summer#5sos fanfic#5sos fic#pride#gay#bisexual#fandom agere#age regression#agere#agere community#sfw age dreamer#luke 5sos#calum 5sos#age dreaming#sfw little post#5sos imagine
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i finished blake's 7 two days ago, here are my totally unsolicited thoughts on 'blake'
god i think killing blake really and utterly broke avon. if only blake had stuck around for rumours of death, then he’d KNOW about avon’s trust issues and wouldn’t have tried to test him (or maybe he would because it seems he ALSO has trust issues at this point. love these fucked up little guys)
is it morbid to say that while i sorta got avon/blake it didn’t really click for me until that moment where avon shot him? avon's taste in women AND men works out terribly for him. it's equality
jenna’s death didn’t happen onscreen, therefore it didn’t happen <3 i pretend i do not see
i love the way gareth thomas delivers that line about her taking out the ships when she blew herself up tho. like blake doesn’t even have space to mourn one of his closest allies anymore, he just gets the grim satisfaction of knowing at least she did something against the federation with her death
vila fighting back and disarming his opponent only after dayna got shot is like,,,BRUTAL especially considering he’s the one who brings up cally in this episode. i truly do believe he cares about all his crew mates so much under that veneer of cowardice and being the clown, and while i don't think he was ever seriously going to betray them in that moment, i can't help but read into how immediately his attack follows on from dayna getting hurt
speaking of brutal moments. slave says tarrant’s name and it’s so sweet but it’s also what blake at least claims gave tarrant away to him...can’t have any nice moments in this series
soolin my darling underdeveloped queen...you can see all throughout that she’s really not happy about returning ‘home’ and then she gets shot? on the planet she lost her childhood to? for a cause I’m not sure she ever really believed in?
(i do like that dayna is the one who asks her more when she’s talking about her past. they seem very close by this point and that’s a nice illustration of that)
the gunshots continuing in place of the credits music until the names of all the main characters have appeared...yeah. like i know there was a Plan in place should there have been a series 5 but i’m honestly happy things ended here, tragic though it may have been.
blake’s 7 is often a show that’s so good i wish it was better - such great characters who don’t always get utilised to their full potential (the NUMBER of cally possession episodes...get a new plot!), moments of drama that don’t always get their full consequences followed through on, an entire series where the main characters frequently seemed to lack any sense of urgency or drive but which also had my beloved rumours of death in it, ben steed episodes which frankly have nothing much to redeem them - but my god, what an ending. and i really do love this wretched, tragic little show with all my heart even with all of its irritations. time to buy the box set and watch it five billion times!
#blake's 7#spoilers#blake's 7 spoilers#don't usually do that for forty y/o shows but ya know. it's That ending
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I miss North California so when the funny education sets you free for a minute maybe Christmas headcanons for them??
the funny education is slowly losing its grasp on me so here is north california first christmas hcs <3
Nori didn't know what christmas was before escaping the military, so Callie has to sit down and talk to her about all the traditions and things that go on around christmas time
pov Callie wanted to tell nori that Santa was real but Marie convinced her not to
They try to do as many christmas things as physically possible, likely doing one thing per day leading up to christmas so they can cover more. One day is ice skating, another is gingerbread house building, another is gift shopping, etc.
Nori finds that she likes the cold, meanwhile Callie is always freezing so she clings onto Nori for warmth whenever they're outside
The first time Nori sees snow she's like "... what is falling from the sky? ash? a volcano erupt???" and Callie is like "No silly it's just snowing! Its like frozen rain!"
Callie goes to stick her tongue out to catch a snowflake and Nori is like "Callie! Do not eat sky ash!! It is dangerous for your heath!"
(It will likely take a while until nori finally understands snow...)
Nori buys presents for all her friends <3 of course she gets Marina some tech thing she wanted, Pearl gets a new chain, Marie gets a box set of her favorite book series, and Callie gets literally whatever she wants
If Callie says something like "Oh that's a cute sweater!" when they're in a store, Nori will go back and buy it for her so on christmas she has like 30 presents
where does Nori get her money? the world may never know bc i sure as hell don't
on christmas eve Callie pulls Nori along to an archway that has mistletoe hanging from the top of it and Callie is like "Omg look there's some mistletoe hanging above us..." and Nori is like "that is a plant. not a missile or a toe"
Callie explains the meaning of mistletoe and the tradition of kissing whoever is under it with you and Nori just leans in, kisses her and says, "you can ask for a kiss, the plant does not need to help you."
of course Callie just laughs and kisses her again bc the memory is one she'll remember every year when she sees mistletoe hanging somewhere <3
#splatoon#splatoon 2#splatoon 3#callie#callie cuttlefish#callie splatoon#callie x nori#north california#norcal#norcali#noricali#octoling gf#nori octo gf#splatoon ask#splatoon oc#splatoon headcanons
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I had a pretty excellent day I thought I am pretty tired of my feet hurt. It was a long day it continues to be a long dive but it was good.
I didn't sleep great last night. I woke up and I was just very sad that it was time to go to the museum but I also love the museum. So it wasn't the worst thing in the world.
James drove us to the museum and stopped for breakfast. My coworkers at the market giggled at me because I said a Pop-Tart and my stomach hurt but I can eat McDonald's multiple times a week. Little do they know McDonald's also makes my stomach hurt.
And it was a really nice day. I took over for Ann at 8:30 I got my market stuff all set up and it wasn't my most profitable day but I was pretty close. Two little girls saved all their quarters this weeks they could use my discount machine and they both won a little commission piece. Which was so cute. And they sat down with me and we drew it together and it was super fun. And they were amazed that I could print it right there.
Two little boys who had made friends with last year had brought an entire box of change that they could buy something from me and so I just let them have two stickers for a dollar because you know it doesn't really matter. And they were so excited. The one little boy bought the one that is a stereotypical gamer because he likes swords and I don't think he got the joke because he was four but it was still funny. And I'm glad he liked it.
Again stickers sold great. While I was doing the commission for the two little girls another person came up and I wish I would have gotten more of a chance to talk to them but they bought one of my stickers and put it directly on their skateboard and I felt so cool that my work is now on their skateboard! They also bought one of my plushies. I love when people buy my plushies when they're adults. Makes me so happy.
Halfway through the morning Callie came in hung out with me. I was so excited to see her and we haven't been able to connect because we're both too busy so it was so nice that she was able to come and I gave her the souvenirs and she gave me our house keys that she still had. And I was able to introduce her to Helen because Helen is looking for someone to hire a staff at the market and Callie needs money so it ended up possibly working out really really well and then I'll get to see her more often and I love that. It would basically be doing the job that Ellen used to do and seems pretty simple all in all. So that's really really cool.
I did have a really really nice time out there and I got to meet a couple of the new vendors that weren't there last week and well it's hard for me to do my walk arounds because I don't like leaving my table alone it was still a really good time. We had hula hoops for the kids and coloring sheets and the music wasn't too bad today and everyone just seemed like they were in a great mood. I wasn't a great mood. And I had my friend there and that's always really fun for me.
When the market closed at 1:00 I packed everything up. Callie was still talking to Helen and I got everything in my boxes and then she helped me carry everything to the car. And then we went inside to say hello to James. She hadn't seen them yet and it was really nice. And then we went over to the print shop so that I could talk to Gordon about the prince that I was commissioned to do tonight. He did the poster and I'm doing the half sheets. And he was nice enough to stay with me until 3:00 while I made the prints.
But Kelly stayed for a little bit longer. We talked and walked around the museum. But eventually I had to get changed and get to work. So around 2:00 I had a few of thr strawberries I got at the market and went to go change my dress.
Originally I was wearing a yellow dress. I'm going to try to wear yellow every weekend for the market because I think that's funny. But I do not want to wear yellow dress while I'm printmaking. So I went and got changed into my nice sturdy black dress and then got to work setting up this chase.
I was a little nervous doing it in front of Gordon because he like literally did this job as a career. And he giggles at me when I'm lazy about stuff. But he was really helpful and he taught me a lot today. Specifically about how to measure fonts and the tools to use to do that and just a couple like little tips and tricks to make it easier. It still took about an hour to set the whole Chase but I'm really happy with it. I decided to do this funky thing where it's using repeating text in different fonts and I just think it looks great. I hope the couple likes it. They seem really eclectic and cool because the wedding is beautiful. It looks so good. I really love the curtains they put up but the flowers and everything look great. Excellent job.
Once I got the chase set and I made my first half of the commission I went to go find the wedding planner. She is very very pregnant. And she liked the print though she I think was confused at first and thought that I was asking her to pick a font. But then when she got it I think she liked it. And she said to hold off on doing the rest until the guests are here so they can watch and I think that is exactly what I wouldn't really do so that's perfectly fine with me. And then I told Angie I was going to go get something to eat.
I drove out to the shopping center and got a sandwich. I brought it back here and I sat on the water and ate. A nice German man came over asking where the stop is for the water taxi and while I wasn't positive I turned out knew exactly where it was because when I asked Angie later she told me exactly the same place that I told him. Lucky yes. I wish it was still at the museum but they moved it a while ago. It's on the other side of the general ship repair yard now. Which I don't think is as convenient but whatever.
after I finished eating I came back inside and I started pulling shapes and just playing around with the different text and pictures we have. I wanted to make one that was just like things I like. And then I made one that is just all jobs and things from Baltimore because I think that would be a really good handout for our free area. And I just think it's fun to show off all the shapes. We show off all the text all the time but we don't always show off pictures. So I thought that would be a lot of fun. And now it's about 6:00 in the wedding should be starting soon. And I'm going to go walk around and see what's happening. The couple did not have a first look so I'm curious what's happening over there.
James want to a baseball game. After kissing my face many many times and touching my face with their very cold hands. I started running out of space for all of my prints so I'm glad they told me I could stop. But I will have to start again soon.
Wish me luck everybody. I hope you all have a great night and you have a lot of fun doing whatever you're doing. I am going to my parents tomorrow. I'll probably get there before lunch time and then I'm spending the night so on Monday I can hang out with Jess. I hope it is just a wonderful way to spend my weekend. And my memorial day.
Good night everybody. Wash your hands!!
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"sorry for all the shit you had to blur out or not air because of me on day one, my bad.”
HOW WAS THE CHALLENGE ? WHAT WAS THE MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT FROM IT FOR YOU ?
”The challenge was interesting. I think we get some surprises at every single challenge. We didn’t have, like, the best day I think as a villa and it reflected in our loss. I know that I should say kissing Jude was the most memorable moment but it was definitely Charlene sucking Naomi’s toe. Then they didn’t even sleep together which makes you wonder about how clean Naomi’s feet actually are.”
IS THERE ANYONE YOU HAVE CHEMISTRY WITH OR SEE YOURSELF WANTING TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ?
”Jude, obviously. The physical attraction is absolutely there and that was made clear the moment we met but I also think we have a lot in common regarding our interests and future goals. He’s the first person I’ve met here that I can picture myself going after in the “real world” without needing to come on the show. It’s been one day but I’m feeling hopeful and, I don’t know, I know I kind of had that little freak-out moment but it’s mostly because everything here is catching up to me. I definitely don’t have it in me to deal with any more drama, at that point I’d just let y’all buy me a plane ticket home. I do still want to keep getting to know Dante even if it isn’t romantic, I think he’s a cool guy.”
DO YOU SEE YOUR FELLOW ISLANDERS HITTING IT OFF WITH ANYONE ?
”Well, speaking of Dante, I think Jenny and him seem to be hitting it off. I know that she and I aren’t, like, friends by any means but she seems to be the type that wants someone to give her the world and if we’re being serious Dante is the only guy here, including other og’s, that seems like the type to deliver. I don’t think anyone else is hitting it off which is strange, like, absolutely no one else is in that serious of a relationship so it feels stupid to not even try. I mean, to each their own but literally all of them were bombshells at some point who only got to stay because someone was willing to give them a chance, it’s comical to act like these new bombshells are demanding something crazy from them instead of the same damn thing they asked of others first.”
DID YOU SHARE A BED WITH ANYONE ? HOW DID THAT GO ? DO YOU THINK YOU’LL SHARE WITH THEM AGAIN ?
”I finally decided to share a bed with Jude, yes. I know Callie and all of you are probably rolling your eyes at me right now but whatever. I do think we’ll share again, I mean, I hope we will.”
WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING ON AT THE OTHER VILLA ?
”I think Josh has absolutely already fucked someone. Maybe multiple people. Dylan is probably trying to stay loyal and be a good sport to everyone else, making them drinks and all that. I hope Marcus is having a great time, he deserves it.”
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Growing Up
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Summary: Alex and George talk about adopting.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption and mentions of sexual activities
Word Count: 1,042
Ship(s): Alex Karev/George O'Malley
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George watched his husband walking around their new house. They had finished buying it from their friend and coworker earlier in the day, and had officially moved back in. Alex turned and grabbed two glasses from one of the unpacked boxes sitting on top of the counter and then placed it down on George's end table. He then returned to the kitchen for just a moment as he grabbed a bottle of champagne.
"Congrats to us, we're officially grown ups now," Alex chuckled as he opened the bottle and poured them both a serving.
"We are," George nodded as he took the drink that was being offered to him. He was sitting on one of the boxes full of old medical textbooks that they had left in the room. After being married for three years they had accumulated a lot of things, but not a lot of furniture. "How does it feel to be a homeowner?"
"Weird," Alex chuckled, leaning over and giving his husband a soft kiss on the lips before he sipped his champagne.
George kissed him back before he drained half of his own glass. "I think that we should break the house in," he smirked a little.
"George…" the other man snorted into his glass.
"I was on my feet all day, that doesn't mean I can't suck you off. Just means that I'm going to hate having to sleep on our stupid air mattress," he joked.
Alex leaned in and pressed their lips together to get his husband to shut up long enough to collect his own thoughts. "I know that this is out of character for me, but I'm not feeling sex tonight. I want to talk to you about something."
"Uh oh," George whispered. So many bad things had happened to them over the years that the idea that they needed to have a serious talk freaked him out more than he would care to admit. "You're not going to try and divorce me or convince me to quit, are you?"
Alex let out a small bark of laughter, "I just bought a house with you. Why would you think that I wanted to divorce you?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "It was the worst thing that I could think of."
The peds surgeon felt his heart melt in his chest. He leaned over again, pressing a hand to the back of George's neck to kiss him adoringly. "I'm not divorcing you. This is a serious talk but hopefully it's a good thing."
He giggled a little and then shifted so that his legs were spread over his husband's lap and his arm was around his shoulders. "Okay… so what do you want to talk to me about?" George asked.
"Well, I've been thinking a lot recently. We've been married for a long time and we just bought a house, so I think we're ready. Mer's already got Zola, and Callie and Arizona have Sofia. I was thinking that maybe we could start having kids too," Alex rambled awkwardly.
George opened his mouth and then closed it again. Finally, he found the words he had been looking for. "Really?"
"Yeah, really," his cheeks flushed a little bit.
The trauma surgeon moved forward and kissed his husband again. When the kiss broke apart, it was because he was smiling so hard that his old scars ached. "I just never thought that you would want to have kids, given your job and your past."
Alex gave him an odd look. "When I married you, I was fully aware that you wanted kids. Back when you and Callie were married you were trying to have kids right before the whole Izzie debacle. And I fertilized eggs for Izzie when she went through chemo. Also, I work with kids every day because I like kids. Why wouldn't I want one of my own?" he asked.
"I don't know, I just assumed you wouldn't want any. And trying to have kids with Callie was a complete disaster. I'm glad that I didn't, even if we're friends now. I'm much happier thinking about raising a family with you," he gave Alex another peck on the lips.
"So you want to do it?" Alex placed his champagne flute down onto the ground and held George's free hand.
"Of course I want to do it! My amazing, handsome, talented husband who I just bought a house with has just asked me to have kids with him," he laughed. "How're we going to do it?"
"Huh?"
George gave him a slightly-unamused look. "I thought that you'd already have an idea of how you wanted to have kids with me since you had been thinking about it for a while. Do you want to go through with adoption or do you want to surrogate?"
"One of them is a lot less messy than the other," Alex winced. "I want to adopt. I've wanted to adopt since I had to go through the system and then watched my siblings be dragged through it as well."
"What age do we want to go for? A toddler or a baby? Or maybe an older kid?" George asked, finishing off the last of his alcohol and then placed the flute down on the ground next to the box they were sitting on.
Alex leaned forward and caught his lips in a kiss while he thought, causing his husband to giggle a little. "We should wait until we can talk with a social worker. I want a baby but I know they're hard to get. We don't have enough time to actually help a teenager that's been in the system for any amount of time. They deserve someone that would be there for them whenever they needed, not always rushing away to a surgery."
The other man nodded in agreement. "So we'll look for a younger kid. But we should probably unpack and finish getting furniture for our new house," George chuckled as he glanced around their living room which was basically a half dozen boxes piled around the walls.
"We're really growing up, aren't we?" Alex asked as he snagged another kiss.
"Yeah, we are. Small steps, but we're becoming real adults," he smiled and then returned the kiss.
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Dark Blue Chat Log: 4
Ampth: It nice to see more Octolings, makes all that fighting pointless when you think back to it.
Cell: Do you think the one who hosted the news back at the square knew about the whole cloning thing.
Ampth: You're referring to Marina? Unlikely, that old grandpa of mine may have let her be close. But doesn't mean he shared everything with her. Plus theres the issues of ethics.
Cell: Thats good, tho I worry they'll clone Pearl...
Mercury: I still remember when Callie and Marie found out about Cell and me.
Ampth: This was before you met Len and me, how'd that go?
Cell: Callie lite up brighter then the great Zapfish and nearly broke my back with a hug. Still feels off when she calls me "Sis" and she still yells "You're a clone me!!" when I do something she doesn't like.
Mercury: Marie and I had the mother of sass offs followed by the snipe off of the century. Loser had to buy the winner's favorite food. It was a draw so no food was brought, its sucks cause the look on her face having to buy Chili would've have been hilarious!!!
Ampth: Isn't Marie's favorite food REALLY expensive, I'd say you dodged a bullet there Mercury.
Len: ........
Cell: Still recovering from that hug Callie gave you the other day Len?
Len: ....How does she sneak up on others like that? I was in a bus stop yet she got the drop on me.....
Mercury: I wish I knew, I would totally use the same method to snipe squid baggers.
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harmless (additional scene #3)
Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)
Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, mention of violence, alcohol, obnoxious flirting, and feels lol
Word count: 6.8k
A/N: hello hi hello! we back! how are we all doing? thank you to @notsochillnerd for the inator and theme for this chapter!
Also Harmless Mini Drabbles are a thing now so you can head on over there for more nonsense :))
Previous Part || Series Masterlist
“Steve.”
“No.”
“Steve,” Bucky is on the verge of pleading. “C’mon, man.”
“I can’t take you off the mission, Buck.”
“Just next week, I swear.” Bucky puts his hand up in an oath. “I’ll make up for it.”
“There’s no one who can do it next week,” Steve maintains, even though he sounds mildly apologetic.
“Clint can.”
“Clint’s had two concussions and broke his arm”
“That sounds like a personal problem.”
Steve just arches his brows, unimpressed. Bucky sighs, shooting off a quick ‘sorry’ under his breath.
Was he really, though?
The elevator sounds off a ding on their floor, doors opening. FRIDAY greets the both of them as usual, receiving one back in unison.
“You’ve never bailed like this before.” Steve presses the button for the basement. “What’s going on?”
“She’s got this evil convention happening in town next week that she’s been dying to go to,” Bucky explains, chin tilted up to watch the numbers flashing on the little monitor as the elevator descended. “I said I’d be there.”
“An evil convention,” Steve repeats, although it’s not too far-fetched of an idea.
“She’s barely evil, who cares.” He waves it off quickly. “Just let her buy some merch.”
“Why are you going?”
The truth was that it sounded like fun. What you read off the pamphlet managed to excite the little nerd who lived in the corner of his mind.
But as a superhero and chosen good-doer, he couldn’t exactly say that, so-
“Assessing potential threats. I said I’d go undercover,” he bullshits, but not entirely untruthful. “Also those weirdos who kidnapped her might be there, so it’s technically SHIELD business too.”
The elevator comes to a stop at the common room floor.
Bucky rolls his eyes instinctively when the doors open to a cast-wearing, dark bruise around one eye-having Clint. He grins toothily at them through a busted lip.
No one had any idea how he got them. He wasn’t even on a mission; just showed up one day with unexplained injuries and a bottle of tequila.
“Look, it’s fuckin’ Blackeye,” Bucky quips, making space for him.
“It’s still Hawkeye, you dickhead.” Clint purposely takes another step back, forcing Bucky into the corner.
“No one cares.”
“Bet I’m still a better shot than you, Jim.”
“Lotta talk for someone who can’t even hold a gun straight.” Bucky’s eyes dart towards his cast. Dark squiggles decorated it. Clint called them drawings. Bucky called them ugly.
Clint struggles against the plaster, clamping down on his lip in concentration. It takes a while before Bucky realises he’s trying to flip him the middle finger. He fails and Bucky’s smugness makes a return.
“Today’s Valentine's Day,” Steve points out, shifting the conversation before one of them ended up getting thrown down the elevator shaft.
“Yeah, the six thousand flowers in the living room gave that away,” Clint wasn’t wrong. Bucky could smell the hydrangeas for at least three floors.
“At least Tony’s doing something. What are your plans for today?”
“Thought I’d take Tasha out. There’s this new underground fighting ring that opened downtown, she’d love it.”
No one comments. It’s all blank stares and dead silence.
Clint scoffs. “Like you two have never done anything illegal in your lives.”
“What about you?” Steve turns to his best friend, hoping he had a saner, less criminal idea.
“World saving.” Bucky’s eyes dart up to the ceiling again, body now set against the railing.
“What about after that?”
Greasy pizza and the Terminator movies because the stupid team wouldn’t stop calling him that.
Bucky just raises his shoulders and drops it carelessly.
“Now that’s just sad,” Clint states and Bucky’s jaw grinds. “You haven’t been on a date since what, the Cold War?”
“I’m a little rusty on which year it was,” he says dryly. “Guess I’ll just have to ask your mom-”
“Alright,” Steve interrupts.
Clint stifles a laugh. Bucky does the same with a smile.
The eighty or so floors are a disadvantage when you’re stuck in a metal box with an idiot who didn't care much for his safety, and Clint.
“How come you ain’t asked her out yet?” The latter asks.
“Who?” Bucky peers up from the floor.
“You’re about as dumb as you look if you need me to explain who I’m talkin’ about, Barnes.”
“Heard you only got two concussions, Barton. We can make it three.”
Steve sighs.
“Ask her out,” Clint continues relentlessly like it was his business in the first place.
“No.” Maybe he would have thought of doing it, but now that someone was telling him to do it, he wasn't going to. Out of spite.
“You’ve been seeing her every week for nearly a year,” he rattles on without any regard for his life. “You have no other friends, you don’t have anything resembling a social life.”
“I have friends.”
“Oh, yeah? Who?”
“The team,” Bucky says, a tick in his voice.
“That’s funny.” Clint snickers. “We’re bein’ serious, Barnes, quit playing around.”
Asshole.
“Whose floor is this?” Steve is grateful when it opens to the common room and its newly established flower garden.
“Mine, Cap.” Clint takes a step forward. “I’ll let you know if you have to come bail us out at any point tonight.”
“You’re on your own, Barton.” The corner of Steve’s mouth curls upwards in amusement.
Clint lifts one shoulder in a half shrug before the door closes on him.
“He’s not wrong, you know.” Steve shoots a glance at Bucky.
“He literally always is,” Bucky deadpans. “There is not one situation in which he is even remotely correct.”
Steve pauses. “Fair.”
Bucky hooks his thumbs into the pocket of his jeans, choosing to remain in the corner even though there was ample space to move around. “Where are you taking T?”
“I have no idea,” Steve admits, glancing up. “She planned this one out.”
“Ah.”
Bucky had lost track of the number of times Steve had met with her in the last two months. Every second day he’d creep out of the tower, bashful when he came back to questions and relentless teasing about the newest pictures circulating Twitter. Turns out you were right. T kept him on his toes and somehow, it was exactly the guy needed.
“How was your date last week?” Steve pulls out of memory instead. Bucky had hoped it had withered and died, but no such luck.
“T’was okay.” For the most part, whenever the guy managed to tear his eyes away from his phone to even look at him. “I don’t think I’ll be seein’ him again.”
“Didn’t you go on a second date with the other one? Jem?”
“In love with her best friend.” She was nice, though. “Kicked my ass at bowling too.”
Steve gives a small exhale in exchange for a laugh. “You’re clearly not interested, so why do you keep going?”
Bucky doesn’t know. He established long ago that dates weren’t his thing, the idea of meeting a stranger and just hitting it off wouldn’t work with someone as heavy a background as him. His trust just didn’t function that way.
“Ask her out,” Steve says again when he doesn’t answer.
“Steve.”
“Don’t bother lying to me. You’re fuckin’ terrible at it.”
Maybe it was time to get new friends. A hundred-odd years and counting seemed too long to have someone around.
“She’s evil,” he protests weakly.
The captain snorts. “Convenient.”
“Hold on.” Bucky has a revelation at the same time the elevator doors open with the same ding. “You can replace me.”
He’s got him there.
“I’m busy.”
“No, you’re not. You have nothing scheduled.” Bucky narrows his eyes. “You willin’ to let your best friend walk into the jaws of death with a bunch of people who don’t care about him?”
Steve claps him on his back. “Absolutely.”
A few years ago that would have worked.
“Punk,” Bucky mumbles.
“Jerk,” Steve replies on instinct. Bucky smirks. “If it wasn’t next week, I’d have done it, but I got a dinner reservation.”
“Can’t you have dinner once you’re back?” At the entrance of the garage, he can see the silhouette of a bike and its owner straddling it. “‘S not like the restaurant’s going anywhere.”
“I can’t cancel this one, Buck. Sorta important,” his friend doesn’t explain more but Bucky doesn’t bother asking either since T soon comes into view.
“Hey, Bucky.” She hands Steve a helmet.
“Hey T.” Bucky comes to a stop a few feet away. “How’s it going?”
“Pretty good.” T waits for Steve to climb on behind her. He does so, but not before giving her a small kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for lending me your nunchucks. Absolutely killed at the party.”
“Don’t mention it.” He sends her a smile. “Make sure he’s home early, he starts feelin’ drowsy at six. Old people problems.”
“We’re the same age, asshole,” Steve states and T just chuckles.
“Duly noted.” She starts the engine. “See you around.”
“Think about what I said,” Steve calls out, pulling his helmet over his head and buckling it.
Bucky presses his lips together. “No.”
He doesn’t have time to see Steve react when T pulls out of the garage.
The lair’s lit up in pink. As it should be.
If he looks closely, the giant glass pillars have heart-shaped bubbles floating through them, which physically should be impossible but he stopped questioning all this months ago. If you wanted heart shaped bubbles, you were going to get heart shaped bubbles.
“Y/N,” he says simply, hand holding onto his backpack. There was a stop he had to make before he landed up here, making him a little later than usual. “How long have you been up there?”
“Irrelevant,” you shout from atop the rising circular stage in the centre of the room. “Did you wear red on purpose today?”
He looks down at his henley and jeans. “Sure.”
“I can’t believe you’re in costume and I’m not.” Your jaw drops.
He’s about to comment on how this isn’t a costume but you clap twice and the lights go off. A spotlight shines down on you. Even your outfit’s different- a bright sequin jacket and ruffles and things he doesn’t even know the names of.
You look like a whole Elton John concert.
“Mr Barnes.” There’s a small head mic near your mouth. “Pick a number from 1 to 3.”
“For what?” He halts near the base of the stage so you can hear him better.
You grin, arms spread wide. “I’m about to serenade you.”
“Please don’t.” He likes the bright pink glasses you’ve got on. He kind of wants a pair.
“It’s imperative that I do,” you insist. “I found this great song by Outkast that you’d fuckin’ hate.”
“I’m sure you did.” He holds out his hand. “But if you sing to me, I’m leaving.”
“Bore.” You give in rather quickly, using his grip as balance to hop off the stage. “Won’t even let me seduce you on the most romantic day of the year.”
You clap twice and all the lights return back to normal, the spotlight disappearing.
“You sure ‘bout that?” He raises an eyebrow. “All this glitter’s really working for you.”
“You got a sparkle fetish, Barnes?” Still, you shrug off the waistcoat lined with rhinestones. “All this flirting and you still won’t make out with me behind the church.”
“I was raised properly.”
“Bullshit.” You pull the top hat off your head. “I’ll get you there someday.”
“You can try.”
You applaud two more times. This time when the lights turn off and on again, you’re back in your civilian clothes, a notably substantial lack of feathers and sequins.
“Also, spill it,” Bucky adds as an afterthought, trailing behind you as you take the steps up to the platform where the cabinets and TV screens were.
“Spill what?”
“Where T’s taking Steve.”
“Bucky Barnes, you are a gossip.” You chortle and he just smiles. “What’s next on the old man schedule, Bingo Night?”
“Show some respect, you’re talkin’ to the three time district champ here,” he bites back.
“The ladies at the retirement home must throw themselves at you.”
“Yeah, got a date lined up with one of ‘em right after this.”
“When’s it gonna be my turn, huh?” you huff playfully. “T’s taking him white water rafting, and then they’re getting ice cream.”
Cute.
“Did y’know they aren’t official yet?” You lean against the table for a casual conversation in the middle of evil-doing.
“He hasn’t asked already?” Hypocrite. Every single piece of advice and learning Bucky had given Steve 80 years ago was useless. The man had no game.
What a loser.
“No, not yet.” You pull out a box by its handles. “She isn’t making a move because she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so it’s really in his court now.”
It suddenly occurs to him why next week’s dinner may be such a huge, un-cancellable thing. Interesting.
Bucky lifts his head towards you instead. “What’s the plan for today?”
You hit the table lightly, pushing yourself off it. “You know Fury, right?”
“No.”
“Okay, so Fury’s not authorising one of my plans-” You put aside his sarcasm “-and so I can’t build my inator.”
“I don’t remember that ever stopping you in the past.” The incident with the giant raccoons drunk on crab apples is one that pops up in his mind.
“True, but I miss him. He’s been ignoring my calls,” you whine. “I even tweeted at the SHIELD Twitter handle and they blocked me.”
Bucky’s not surprised.
“So, I’m going to convince him.” You spin around to yank open a drawer, announcing loudly, “Behold!”
There’s a series of arrows, at least ten, in a box. Shades of pink, red and orange, with feathery ends and shafts engraved with small little swirls.
“You're gonna hunt him,” he says casually.
“No, Jesus Christ.” You scoff, reeling back. “Cupid’s Arrows. I’m gonna get him to fall in love with me for three minutes so he’ll authorise my plan to make a Disintegrator-inator.”
“These make someone fall in love with you?” He watches you pick up one of the obnoxious little buggers.
“More like an intense crush, not love,” you elucidate, jutting your lip out in thought, “and it doesn’t hurt, just kinda dissolves the minute it makes contact with skin. Point is, he’ll be so enamoured that he’ll let me build whatever I want.”
“Right.” He gives a short nod. “I could break ‘em right now and make sure you don’t.”
“You always say this, but you never do.” You hold an arrow out like a sword. “Some might say you secretly like these plans.”
He plucks it out of your hand and snaps it in half like a twig. “Some might be morons.”
You gasp, pulling the box away from him. He pulls it back.
There’s a glaring match incoming, he can feel it. Memories of the last time he argued with you over a box resurfaces, so he promptly puts an end to it before it even begins, retracting his hand.
“Ain’t really your thing, though,” he comments. “Is it?”
You click your tongue. “You know me too well. I’m asking for a replacement.”
Like you’d be able to live with that decision for even a day.
“I wasn’t actually going to use it. Isn’t really ethical.” You look at them. “But they’re pretty.”
He gives a small sound in agreement, picking one up to examine it. “They’re working models?”
“I’d never bring you fakes, baby. They’re as real as my love for you.” You grin when he rolls his eyes at you. He flicks his wrist back and forth slowly, testing the stiffness. “They’re very strong, Bucky, don’t.”
“You’re the only person here.” They were actually pretty well made, from what knowledge he had of archery.
“Yeah, and if that hits me then I’ll be in love with myself,” you say like it’s obvious. “What are you gonna do once you have to compete for my love?”
“Given how fucking obsessed you are with me, I don’t think it’ll be too much of a fight.” He pricks the tip of his finger, ignoring your yelp.
You were right, the second it touches his skin it wastes away into a pile of glitter that vanishes before it reaches the ground.
You grimace, watching him through one open eye for a reaction.
He raises an eyebrow, flipping his hand back and forth. The world still turns but nothing feels out of the ordinary.
Bucky looks at you. “I don’t think it works.”
“Idiot.” You let out a breath, dragging the box away from him again but this time he doesn’t contest it. He was a workplace hazard if you had ever seen one. “That just confirms my other theory.”
“What theory?” His eyebrows pull together as another thought crosses his mind swiftly.
“That you-” you poke his chest. Rock hard pecs are more of a strain on your finger than any part of him. “-don’t have a heart.”
“Thanks.” It comes out a bit distant, more focused on the fact that he has a different theory altogether.
“Moving on,” you announce, halting when he looks at you questioningly. “What, you think I was going to stop there?”
He didn’t.
“Go on.”
“You know that bar downtown-” You gesture with your finger in its general direction “-the one that’s whole shtick is being rude to your face?”
“No?” He tries jogging his memory to see if anything comes up.
“Yeah, well, you enter the premises and they call you a bitch,” you say. “So that’s that.”
Great.
“The world’s gotten nicer,” he grunts. “What about it?”
“They have this Valentine’s Day deal going. If they think you’re cute, they’ll give you free drinks for the evening.” It's endearing, he thinks, how excited you look. “They’re known for turning everyone down for the past few years, it’s supposed to be a real humbling experience.”
“You could use a few of those.” Bucky nods in approval.
“Anyway,” you ignore his comment, speaking loudly. “I thought of the most brilliant plan.”
He presumes the glow that emanates from the next box you pull out from the drawer has something to do with it.
“So I did my research.” You have one hand paused on the rim for suspense. “Really dug into the whole ‘Love is blind’ concept.”
Bucky waits for you to continue.
“Yeah, so blah, blah, science stuff. Essentially, they’ll only have a vague idea of what we look like, but they’re gonna love it.” This seems like too much effort for some stupid bar. “And then we get free drinks.”
“What’s that, a glowstick?” He makes a mention to the light.
“Behold,” you exclaim for the second time that day, “a halo-disguise-inator.”
It’s a large ring, just slightly bigger than your hand. It isn’t as bright as he expected it to be, but you toss it up into the air and almost instantly it fixes itself a few inches above your head, seemingly just floating.
“I’m not wearin’ that,” he remarks instantly. Maybe if it were the sunglasses he’d have a different opinion.
“Why not?” You pout. “I made you one in pink.”
“Feel like I’m in Vegas. You look like a neon sign.”
Your eyebrows scrunch together. “You have no sense of drama.”
“Maybe a billboard.” He tilts his head. “Do you think you’ll attract moths?”
“I hate you so much,” you groan. “It doesn’t attract insects, you motherfucker.”
“You got wings to go with this?” he puts forth seriously. “How about a bow?”
“I do have a bow.” You glare at him. “I made it for the arrows but my aim is shit.”
“You got the whole ‘fit then.” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “But other than makin’ eyes bleed, this isn’t evil.”
“Ah.” You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, wagging a finger. “Trickery and illusion.”
He has to control the urge to equate you with Thor’s brother, but reminding you about Loki would just bring up the whole cape conversation and he just didn’t have the energy to argue with you about that again.
“You’re supposed to think I look great.” You sigh, tweaking the position of the lightbulb-substitute hanging over your head. “Bet your serum has something to do with this.”
He opens his mouth to awkwardly contest this, only to have you cut him off.
“C’mon, we gotta get there before rush hour,” you urge, gesturing for him to hurry up.
“Why do I have to come?” The idea of an overcrowded place with people being pricks to him is usually what he calls home.
“You think I’m going to be seen day-drinking alone?” You narrow your eyes at him. “Fuck no. We’re both going.”
“I can't get drunk.” You knew that, but he still reiterates it.
“You can have a Piña colada anyway.” That's an offer that sounds good enough not to refuse. “Apparently they make the best ones in town.”
Bucky swings his bag over his shoulder. “What if your plan doesn't work?”
“If worst comes to worst-” You point to the box of arrows “-we still have those.”
He reaches over and snaps another one.
You whack his arm. He grins.
The bar’s clearly one of the trendier ones on the block, its reputation preceding it. Regardless of the fact that it was one in the afternoon, a line was starting to form. Bucky had no doubt it would only grow further as the day went on.
“No one’s talkin’ to each other,” he observes, the line eerily devoid of life. Most of them were just peering into their phones.
“If they think you’re single, you have a better chance.” You count how many people are left in front of you. “People’ve been trying to cheat the system for years. Everyone’s got a strategy.”
“This is so stupid,” he mumbles. “Don’t tell me we’re doing the same thing.”
“I wouldn’t leave you unsupervised on your first visit, Bucko.” You link your arm with his and pull him to the back of the line. “Plus, someone has to avenge you if you get insulted.”
“Considerate.” He shifts his bag to the other shoulder to leave your hand around his elbow.
Within a minute there were already people lined up behind him. Some in large boisterous groups, following your example, but mostly unpaired.
“You gotta sell it,” you say, shielding your eyes from the sun. He’s not sure what use that has, considering that the stupid halo was shining directly above your head and just filled in whatever the sun couldn’t reach.
“Sell what?” Bucky looks at you.
“That you’re dying to get a free drink.”
“What, it’s not written on my face?” He stares ahead, emotionless.
“That plant looks more excited than you.” You point at the shrub.
He plasters a fake smile on and a thumbs up. “Please give us a drink.”
“You’re horrendous.”
“You’re annoying.” His gaze shifts beyond you. “Line’s moving.”
“If we don’t get one, it’s your fault.” You turn away with an air of indignation. His fake smile gives way to a genuine one.
“I’ll buy you a juice box.”
“Fuck your juice box,” you declare. “I want two.”
Bucky waits for the second your attention is away from him before doing a quick swipe for the halo on top of your head. He swiftly shoves it behind his back and into his pocket, away from your view.
“Let’s do this.” You smile sinisterly, rolling your neck and cracking your knuckles.
He snorts. “You gonna punch them?”
“Shut up and wish us luck.”
He does, all while biting back a laugh as you walk up to the desk out front.
“Hey there,” you greet the burly bouncer and the lady receptionist with a hard stare.
“Fuck you.”
“Alright.”
His face twists. Even though you’ve warned him of what to expect, it’s still jarring.
They took a long, hard look at him. He stares back, devoid of any apprehensions.
They shift their glare to you, and you, with all your experience thanks to the man next to you, glare right back.
They write down something on a piece of cardboard before tearing it out of the book and handing it to you, mentioning for you both to go in.
“Thanks.” You smile widely at them before yanking him towards the door in a hurry. “And fuck you too.”
He doesn’t even get a chance to say it back to them before he’s thrust into disco lights and the smell of booze.
“What the hell,” you state the minute the door closes behind you.
“What?” He has to blink to adjust to the change in his surroundings.
“They just-” you point to the stupid ticket that he hasn’t looked at yet. “How the hell?”
In the semi-dim lighting, he can make out a messily scribbled ‘One Free Drink’ on the torn piece of paper.
“Would you look at that,” he says. “Congratulations.”
“Congratulations to you. Fuckin’ pretty boy privilege.”
“Or Avenger,” he points out, “and they didn’t just look at me.”
“You’re obscenely beautiful, stop underselling yourself,” you mutter.
He has nothing to say to that, instead follows behind you till you pull up at the bar and hop on a stool.
“One Piña colada, please.” He slides the ticket to the bartender who quickly glances over it before doing a double-take.
“That’s a first,” the guy comments, eyebrows raising as he checks out the both of you before turning around to make the drink anyway.
���Good choice.” You spin in your barstool to face him.
“I was told that’s what I’d get.” He has to talk a little louder to make sure you can hear him over the remixes of 80s power ballads that were blasting.
“It’s what they’re known for.” Your fingers make a swipe above your head to get rid of the halo. Instead, you come up empty handed.
You frown, swatting around more widely, only glancing up when you hit nothing.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” Bucky suddenly remembers, stretching his legs and reaching into his back pocket to pull it out. “You dropped this.”
“Do you never take a break?” You gape at him, taking back the halo from him. “Even on Valentine’s Day?”
“Justice never sleeps,” he says, mock seriously and deeply.
“Will justice sleep with me?”
“Jesus Christ.” He can hear your laugh as he chooses to look anywhere else but your face.
A live band has their equipment out for soundcheck, their poster on a canvas beside them informing him that they were to begin in half an hour. He wonders if they're any good, considering that he can tell from a five mile radius that the bassist looks absolutely hammered out of his mind.
“Okay.” Bucky leans against his elbow, returning his attention to you. “Now what?”
“Well-” you look around at the half filled establishment“-I don’t know. That’s all I had planned.”
He wants to facepalm. You look at him sheepishly.
“Piña Colada.” The bartender drops it in front of Bucky, complete with a little umbrella and a twisty straw.
“Thanks.” He gives a tightlipped smile to the guy.
“Anythin’ else I can get ya?” He throws the towel over his shoulder, leaning forward on the counter.
“A beer,” Bucky adds before sliding the fancier glass over to you.
“Comin’ up.”
You finally catch Bucky’s eye even after he tries to vehemently avoid it. “Did you just buy me a drink?”
“It was free,” he denies, lifting his beer bottle to his mouth.
“Right.” You grin, twirling the umbrella around with your fingers. “No other reason.”
“None at all.”
In a completely preceded turn of events, Bucky was right. The band was utter trash and the set is abandoned midway after a loud, weed-induced confession of unrequited love to someone who apparently didn't even show up.
It’s painfully silent for a minute before the loud chatter of the patrons resumes and the bassist stumbles off stage, still muttering half-baked apologies to his fellow band members who just furiously follow suit.
There’s a game of darts Bucky has an unfair advantage at, but it quickly works itself out when people start drunkenly placing bets on him. He has to pull back a few shots before people get too suspicious, but it’s the most undefeated he’s felt in a while.
“Fucking come on,” his latest opponent yells loudly, the crowd around them erupting into laughter.
“Just pay up, man.” His friends each had had a turn at getting their ass kicked by Bucky. At this point, they were taking part for the hell of it.
The money charitably goes towards more wings and fries and drinks, even towards the ones who proudly challenged him and lost. It’s a pretty good time.
“Swear to God, Barnes, we should start a game of beer pong right now.” You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, a wild smile on your face and a gleam in your eyes. He loves it. “We’d make a fortune.”
“We’ll get thrown out.” He laughs, face red from all the claps on the backs and cheers he had received after defeating what was probably the tenth person that afternoon. “That bouncer’s been eyein’ us all afternoon.”
“We got nothing to lose,” you call out in return. There’s no way you're tipsy, he’s sure of it. You had stopped after the first drink, more interested in his sudden rise to fame at the joint and his subsequent reaction to it.
“Not a good look for Earth’s mightiest heroes.”
“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat at the bar again. You toss him a water bottle and he catches it with one hand. “Hydrate or die-drate, bar boy.”
He waves at a group that shouts their goodbyes at him at varying levels of noise, before turning back to you.
“Hi,” you say, giddiness expressing itself on your face.
“Hey.” He nods, twisting the cap back into place and placing it on the table. “You done profiting off me?”
“You loved it,” you retort, fingers tracing the bar in emphasis. “I always betted on you winning.”
“You were cheating.”
“You stole my halo.”
Touché.
“Say, ain’t it time for your hot date, Mr Barnes?”
“Actually, retirement home’s got their annual chess tournament going on.” He shrugs, dejection weighing down on his shoulders. “So no, she bailed on me.”
“Not the chess tournament. How could she?” You press a hand to your heart. “If it helps, in this game of chess, you’re the only king I care about.”
“It doesn’t, but thanks.” He declines the bartender’s offer for another beer. If it weren't for the serum flowing through his veins, he’d probably have alcohol poisoning by now. “Where’s your hot date?”
“Right here.” You wink at him obnoxiously and he rolls his eyes. “I don’t have one. Turns out Justin Baldoni wasn’t free.”
“Sucks to be him,” Bucky says.
“I’ll drink to that.” You lift your water bottle in cheers. He only bumps against it with his hand considering that he didn’t have one.
“D’you think they’re done with river rafting yet?” Bucky looks out at the bar that had only gotten more crowded since the both of you had arrived. Someone had thrown up on the pool table. Not ideal.
“Pretty sure.” You check your watch. “It’s evening, they should be.”
He knew he’d been there a few hours but the thought that it was evening hadn’t even occurred to him.
“You gotta go?” You lean your chin on your palm. “We only just got here, like, twenty hours ago.”
He breathes out a small laugh. “I think we’ve stayed too long.”
“I’m going to need you to stop being right.” You shake a finger at him.
Bucky notices the bouncer who had slowly inched closer and closer over the day. “Swear to God that guy’s gonna kick us to the curb.”
“You can charm him like you did with the lady at the front desk.”
“Solid plan.”
It takes another bottle of water and three more songs before it becomes truly pathetic. It hit only when you looked around and realised no one who had been there originally when you arrived still remained.
“Okay, Barnes.” You straighten up, shaking the laziness that had started to settle into your shoulders. “Any last words before we end Valentine’s Day sad and alone?”
He thinks for a second before resolutely saying, “Fuck chess.”
“Wise.” You hum in agreement. “And that conclu-”
“Wait,” he interrupts for a change, unzipping his backpack, “before I forget.”
You let out a noise in annoyance. “If you’re going to offer me batteries again for the stupid halo thing, I’m reminding you that it’s solar powered-”
He holds out a single rose and a tiny box. Your mouth shuts as quickly as it opened.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” There’s a small smile on his face that he can’t quite conceal.
“Oh,” you say dumbly, taking it from him at the pace of a snail. “But I didn’t get to serenade you.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Okay.”
The rose is sort of squished down from how much the bag’s been shifting around all day and there’s a few petals that were missing but it was still just as lovely. The box has a small ribbon on it, slightly loose and out of shape but who cares.
You pry open the lid slowly.
There’s an adorable little bracelet in there, with a charm attached. Even in the shitty lighting, with the disco ball shine hitting just right occasionally, you can make out it’s a tiny ray gun.
“Figured since you gave me this-” he trails off, shaking his wrist to jingle the solar system bracelet. How he still had it, you had no idea. Probably more important to ask why he still had it.
“It’s beautiful.” You look up at him, biting your lip. “Thank you.”
He gives you a half smile- tight, embarrassed and slightly lopsided but stupidly cute all the same. Maybe you wanna kiss him.
Stop staring at his face.
‘Well, then he should stop staring back,’ your inner monologue argues.
But he doesn’t, not for a while at least, so finally, you clear your throat and tear your eyes away.
Your gaze lands on the abandoned stage with all its instruments and equipment still lying there. Bucky can almost hear the gears in your head turning.
“Fuck no,” his reply is immediate, the minute you turn to him with mischief written all over your face.
“Fuck yes.” You hop off the barstool to make your way over to the stage, the flower and box placed gently on the counter in front of him for safekeeping.
“Y/N, no.”
“Y/N, yes.” You laugh loudly. It has him a little starstruck. “Evil will win today, Bucky Barnes.”
“Shit,” he swears under his breath when you jump on stage, grabbing hold of the mic. He buries his face in his hands.
Evil wins by singing Happy Valentine's Day by Outkast.
Evil also gets the both of you kicked out of there.
Bucky returns later that evening only to find Clint in the dining room with another concussion and Natasha with a sigh of exasperation in the form of an explanation. Still, her cheeks are dusted pink and Clint’s not dead, so he can imagine that whatever shit they got up to, they had a good day.
The hydrangeas are more or less shifted to Tony’s floor for him to deal with alone. The common room and the elevator ride up to his floor still smells of them, though. He has no doubt that the smell was going to persist for the next week at least.
Steve’s room is left slightly ajar. Bucky pauses in front of it for a second before knocking, head ducked as he waits for a response.
“Come in,” his best friend calls back.
“Hey.” Bucky pushes the door open but does not move past the doorway. “Got a minute?”
“Buck.” Steve sits up straight on his bed. “When’d you get back?”
“Just now.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You?”
“Half an hour ago.” Steve lowers the volume of whatever movie he was watching.
“Nerd.”
Steve’s face pulls into a smirk. “You said you didn’t have a date.”
“I didn’t.”
“We’re gonna need a new bar of soap for all the shit that comes out of your mouth.”
“Fuck right off, Rogers.” Bucky chuckles. “You’re one to talk.”
Steve presses his lips together in an admission of guilt.
“D’you have a good time?”
“Yeah.” The look on Steve’s face is soft. “I did.”
Bucky nods to himself, intending on leaving his friend to whatever daydream he was about to lose himself in as he had been doing rather frequently.
“You’re off next week’s mission, by the way.”
Bucky stops in his tracks. “Why?”
“I said I’d take it.” Steve raises the volume on the TV back to what it was. “Go hang out at your convention.”
“What about T?”
“I’ll meet her after that.” He shrugs. “Not a big deal.”
Bucky’s eyebrows knit together before he exhales slightly, pushing open the door and letting himself into the room without permission.
“Put me back on the roster, Steven.” Bucky takes a place on the bed, kicking off his shoes.
“What about your EvilCon?” Steve shuffles to make room for him.
“I can barely handle one of them, imagine a whole room.” Bucky blows out a breath, crossing his arms behind his head. “Don’t cancel your reservation.”
“You sure?” Steve looks unsure. “It’s just a dinner, I can reschedule.”
Bucky has a good idea of why the reservation next week was so important to Steve. Hell if he was going to get in the way of that.
Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re such a drama queen. Don’t. ”
“If you say so.”
There’s silence other than the TV playing what he realises is Notting Hill. Probably a lineup of iconic romcoms was going to follow.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Bucky pipes up after a moment.
Steve hides a sly smile.
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The latest instalment of arrow&calli write!
Part 1 (Calli) // Part 2 (Arrow)
“We do this together, or not at all,” he demanded. “So you gotta tell me what you want, too.”
Ian deflated a bit, his shoulders relaxing as he slumped back into his chair.
“It’s not bad here, I like the pool and the fact that everything’s clean and new but…”
Mickey raised his eyebrows, a silent request for Ian to continue.
“It doesn’t feel like a home.”
Mickey nodded, he understood that. No matter what they did to the apartment - buying their own furniture and adding their own pieces of decor, it didn’t feel truly comfortable. There was always that strange feeling that they didn’t quite fit. And it wasn’t just the apartment, it was the West Side in general - everything was different. And not in a way they could adapt too. It had been a year and they’d tried - making nice with the neighbours (very reluctantly on Mickey’s part) and trying the restaurants and bars nearby - but they just didn’t like it. Maybe that was ok? Mickey didn’t feel like a failure. They’d tried it and they didn’t like it, there was nothing wrong with that. Still, he knew what Ian meant. “I know. Feels like we’re never gonna settle…..like it’s temporary. Like it’s someone else’s place we’re crashing in.”
“Yes!” Ian agreed enthusiastically before his face fell, “I’m such an asshole though, I’m sorry, I made us come here and we don’t like it and -”
“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered, kicking Ian’s leg lightly under the table. They’d been over this before - trying their best to communicate and act like adults, it wasn’t easy but fuck….they had talked for hours, going over their feelings and listening to each other. It wasn’t as bad as Mickey had thought it would be, but it was still difficult. Afterwards, things were better but it seemed like Ian was still dealing with some lingering feelings of guilt. “You’ve apologised, we’ve moved past it or whatever. It’s….done. Ok?”
Ian paused, pursing his lips. “Ok.” He shrugged. “Just want you to know I wouldn’t ever do that-”
“I know. I know, ok?” Mickey grabbed another donut and started to eat, before setting half of it down on the table. “So, we’re gonna move, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ian seemed relieved and Mickey wondered exactly how long he’d not been happy here. That was probably a conversation for another time though.
“Guess we need to start searching listings and -”
“We should get a realtor.” Ian was picking at a donut, licking the sugar from his fingers. “It’s what people do.”
“Since when are we people who use realtors?”
“Since we have some savings and a joint bank account and we’re married and running a business together which won’t leave us much time to go and look ourselves.”
Mickey sighed, probably a bit too dramatically, but he realised Ian was right. “If they’re an asshole who judges us -”
“They won’t be. We’ll choose a nice, normal person.”
“Yeah, unlikely. Two gay, ex-cons running a weed security business. They’ll be lining up to turn us down.”
“Mick. Come on, let’s just look.” Ian was already getting up to fetch their laptop, which he placed in the middle of the table. Mickey couldn’t help but smiled at his eagerness. There was something so endearing about him wanting them to do everything together this time around. He was tapping away, his brow furrowed as he searched for realtors in the Chicago area.
They scrolled through various sites, with Mickey pointing out who looked like a judgemental asshole and Ian struggling to keep a straight face. Eventually, they found a company that didn’t, according to Mickey, have any assholes if the pictures of the realtors were accurate. The number was busy when they called so they went to fill out the contact form on the website, Ian dictating as he typed.
“My husband and I are looking for a - ….. one bedroom?” Ian looked at Mickey expectantly, waiting for his opinion.
Mickey leaned close to Ian, focusing on the laptop screen, suddenly feeling nervous. “Or two…maybe. Between your siblings and their kids staying round whenever they fuckin’ feel like it and….y’know, whatever else…..we’ll need space.”
He didn’t say it out loud but the implication was clear. ‘Whatever’ meant a kid. Their kid. It didn’t meant definitely, hell….Mickey might never be ready but the fact was, he wanted to think about it. He wanted them to have the option.
Ian tried his hardest to act natural, to stop himself from grinning and kissing Mickey’s cheek and reiterating just how great a dad he would be if he wanted to.
“Ok, two bedrooms. What else do we want?”
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OKAY blurb/fic request. Stealing Javis cigarettes. Not the whole pack but just one when you want one and you and Steve just watch as he tries to figure where they are going. Or something along the lines of that . Just some plain old goofy office pranks/ partner teasing
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Stress.
It was the least you could use to how you were currently feeling. Nothing but dead ends and dead bodies had been turning up over the couple of weeks. And you were on thin ice. Well - you, Javi, and Steve.
And while you had a moment alone, you remained in the silent office, letting your thoughts wash over you, laying your head on the desk and practicing your breathing for a few moments. It was then that you took a look at Javi’s desk and found his pack of cigarettes discarded and tossed onto the middle. Strange. He usually always had them tucked into his back back pocket for easy access. He must have forgotten them.
Drumming your fingers along the top of your desk, you contemplated taking one. Unlike your two partners, you were not a big smoker, only partaking socially or on the rare occasion when your will was comprised and you just couldn’t help yourself.
Like now.
One couldn’t hurt.
He probably wouldn’t even notice.
Jumping out of your office chair, you darted across the room to his desk and snatched the box, popping it open and snatching out of the few remaining sticks. Shit. Maybe he would notice. Or hopefully he’d already have another pack at the ready.
It was already too late, you realized as you held the cigarette between your lips, bringing the lighter to it and inhaling deeply. Tossing the lighter back down, you sat on the edge of Javi’s desk and took a long, deep drag before exhaling heavily and wiping at your tired eyes. You were sure you looked as bad as you felt.
“Hey,” Steve’s gentle voice quickly pulled you of your thoughts as you turned to him with a sheepish expression. Ever the federal agent, it only took him a few moments to put two and two together, “don’t let Javi see. He’s already looking for any excuse to lose it.”
“I couldn’t help it,” you groaned as you walked back to your own desk, “one moment of weakness and he’s going to chew my ass off.”
“Not you,” Steve snorted lightly, “we both know that.”
“We’re not-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he cocked an eyebrow as you sat back and put your feet on your desk. Whatever you and Javier had was...something. Both simple and straight forward, but also incredibly complex, like the two of you were constantly walking on glass around each other, “we’re not dating, Steve.”
“You’re not not dating,” he insisted with a little smirk as you mouth his words back in a low, mocking tone. He only laughed as you sighed and looked at the ceiling, “whatever you guys want to call it, it’s something.”
“Sure, Steve,” you sighed softly, “just don’t tell him about this, yeah? I’m hoping he won’t even notice. If nothing else, I’ll go and buy him a new pack.”
“I saw nothing,” he gave you a small salute as you turned back to your paperwork, trying to quickly finish the cigarette before Javier returned it.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, Javier stormed back into the office, stopping at the door and glancing at the two of you. He huffed as the two of you only gave him small nods of acknowledgment but remained engrossed in your work. Your heart skipped a beat as you were sure he expected you to say something - anything - but you choose not to.
Slamming himself back down in his chair, he reached for the pack to grab his own cigarette. He paused for a moment as he appeared to do a quick inventory, brows furrowing when he appeared to notice something was off. But if his suspicions were raised, he made no comment and just started worked.
Crisis averted. For now.
Steve caught your eye for a fraction of a second, a little smirk tugging on his features as your eyes widened in a silent plea to remain inconspicuous. The room in the air was thick and tense, but no one said anything, luckily, as you all went back to work.
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The next several weeks weren’t much better. Each day was just as hectic and chaotic as the next, with barely a moment to breath. And although you hadn’t wanted to succumb to your primal needs, you caved and started to pick up a new smoking habit. Still nothing compared to Javier or Steve, still not enough to have your own pack on you. Instead, you took them from Javier. At first it was just one then, but then it almost turned into a little game with you and Steve, to see how long you could keep this going on.
Today? Today you were almost desperate for a quick smoke. Groaning, but quick on your feet, you sneaked over to Javi’s desk and reached into his desk drawer to pick up the pack you knew he had stashed there.
But it wasn’t there. Nothing was besides the usual mess.
Fuck.
“Looking for these?” Javi’s voice reached your ears and you immediately froze as you slowly looked up and met his eyes. A warm flush washed over you, as he displayed the box of cigarettes you had been looking for.
Caught red handed.
“Umm...” you gave him an innocent look as you he came closer and closer, effectively trapping you behind his desk.
“I was wondering where these were going,” he smirked as he tossed the new pack onto the desk, “but you didn’t make it very hard to figure out. Sneaky little thing.”
“It was an accident?” you tried as he sat on the edge of the desk, his dark eyes watching you like he was the hunter and you were the weak prey caught right in his grasp, “umm...a moment of indiscretion.”
“Many moments of indiscretion,” he raised an eyebrow before reaching up and grabbing your chin, a firm but still gentle gesture, as he forced you to look at him, “you could have just asked.”
“Wasn’t as fun,” you swallowed thickly, feeling heat pooling low in your belly as you could already see where this was going. And damn, if you didn’t like the thought of that. He chuckled darkly before letting you go and quickly darting his tongue out to wet his lips. It was a habit that you had picked up on a long time ago, but it still made you heart flutter every dam time, “maybe I wanted to get caught.”
“Did you want to get caught?” he asked as his hands found your waist and he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his body heat radiating onto you and it was enough to send shivers up and down your spine.
“I like when you get mad,” you confessed as you played with his tie, tugging on it gently and pulling him almost to your lips. It was just enough to where you could feel his ghost over yours, but you weren’t going to be the one to make the first mouth, “you always fuck me right when you’re mad.”
“If that’s what you wanted all you had to do was ask,” and then he closed the gap between the two of you and crashed his lips onto yours, his hands moving to your backside as he squeezed the soft flesh, causing you to groan into his mouth.
“Javier,” it was nothing more than a soft, reverent moan as you pressed yourself against him, “please.”
“Ahh, sorry baby, we’re in the office,” he let you go completely, causing you to huff in annoyance, “guess you’ll just have to wait until later.”
“You’re an asshole, Javier!”
“And you’re a sneaky little thief, so I guess that makes us even” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before moving you slightly out of the way to sit back down in his chair. You made a small sound of annoyance as you stared at him in disbelief, “did you need something, sweetheart? If you want a cigarette, help yourself.”
“That’s not what I want and we both know it.”
“Then I’m afraid you’re all out of luck,” he said casually, “until later.”
“I hate you,” you stuck your tongue out at him as you went back to your own desk.
“I love you too, baby,” he shot you a wink, “I’ll make it up to you later. Don’t you worry.”
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Welp James got hit by another vehicle. Thankfully this time they were just a bit banged up. But Jesus Christ. I am so upset. Their bike is a little bent up and the person didn't even say sorry. They doored them and knocked them down. And honestly it could have been so much worse!! I hate that this happened again. My heart hurts so much because I am so worried for my husband.
Today wasn't a bad day before this though. I was just tired. I got to sleep a little longer which helped me feel a little more out together.
I got dressed and had a bagel. I felt pretty positive for the day.
I left here and went to the museum. I got there a little early to load in the leftover boxes from from outreach yesterday. A man in the parking lot told me he liked my bird collection, referring to my molcars. And he laughed when I told him they were actually hamsters.
It was a good day though. I was training the new Jess. And we had a city builder program and a neighborhood tour. And we ended up with an excellent teacher who had a great handle on the kids.
So it made it really easy. And I really had fun with them. They were 2nd graders, which is the oldest that do these programs (and the youngest that will do a regular tour and cannery) so you never know where they are going to be at. But they were awesome. We did finish each program a little early but that was fine. We would look around the galleries and they were sweet kids.
They were just a little embarrassed to wear the costumes. But I think they got into it by the end. They loved buying things and spending tokens and getting paid at their little jobs. It was super cute.
The bank actually went super well. I didn't need the extra time I built in. So once I got everyone finished their bank books and collected their costumes I took them to the car to play and take pictures.
We had about 10 minutes there. So me and Jess went and reset the galleries and got the costumes. And by then it was time to go to lunch.
During lunch I had the dumplings I brought and reset the costumes. Got everything on hangers. I started getting a little lightheaded so I would sit down and take a break.
And then it was time to take them to the movies. I grabbed my crochet to take to the front desk, gave them a five minute warning and went to make sure the dvd was working.
Someone turned off the DVD player which was annoying but James fixed it and everything was fine.
I dropped them off at the theater and sat with James and crocheted. They went to heat up their lunch. I helped a few guests. Found out that our event person doesn't like when we answer any questions about events. Which is ridiculous because they aren't even in this building 80% of the time so what would you like us to do? It's the polite thing to try to help guests, and like yeah if I don't know I'll direct them to you but if you aren't answering your phone you don't get to be mad. Whatever. I honestly don't care if they are mad I just think it's wild that that is something they are mad about.
I enjoyed sitting with James though. And once the video was over I got the kids to their coats and on the bus. It was nice to be done.
I had to call my rheumatologist because they had called me. They had to reschedule my appointment to Thursday. Not shocking I thought it was weird they were making appointments for MLK day.
And I made plans with Callie to have a late lunch tomorrow. I was feeling good.
But I was very tired. I would reset the rest of the costumes that got used today. And then went to sit with James until I could leave.
I decided to go walk around the second chance, the big furniture thrift store.
And I had fun looking but man we're the prices outrageous. Some stuff was normal. $20 or $30 bookshelves. A few I considered but decided not to get in the end. But some stuff that didn't need to be was hundreds of dollars!! Like at one point I found a dirty bean bag chair for $200???? I was so confused.
There were a few things I was seriously considering. One was a beautiful painted dresser but if it was tomorrow it would be a reasonable price (because every few weeks the ticket price drops) and so I decided it wasn't meant to be. Maybe if I go back next week and it's still there.
I got very very tired all of a sudden. And I really wanted to be home.
So I did just that. I went home and I curled up on the couch. I worked on my crochet. I would finish 5 squares today. I read a little. I made an early dinner of oven fries and veggie chicken nuggets. Our oven was not working well and I was getting frustrated but it was fine in the end and eating made me feel better.
When James got home they were really angry and upset. Half way home a driver doored them. Knocked them down. Bent their handlebars. Broke their phone mount. And they didn't even say sorry. I wish they got their info but they were to shaken up. Worried about their collarbone. Which thankfully seems fine. They say their wrist and elbow and hip hurt. Their emotions probably hurt the most. It's scary and I am so frustrated that it has happened again.
James was really upset though and so they went for a walk to cool down. And I tried not to cry. When James got home I just held them on the couch for a long time.
We would hang out. Work on our own stuff. I got in bed. Watched videos. Tried to just be calm.
I just got a shower and me and James have been talking and trying to process. The scary feelings. I am just really worried for them you know?
But now we will sleep. Tomorrow James has the engineering event at the museum. They are going to try to see if the bike shop can help the bend in their bike handle and realign their tires. And I have my second workshop at the national guard. I am nervous but this project was super popular this summer so I have high hopes.
I am trying to not be super upset but it is hard. Send us some good vibes. Be safe and watch out for bikers.
Goodnight everyone. Sleep good.
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