#send me guac

[re-decorate]

happy chipotle birthday to me <3

#today's the fake birthday i give to every store. chipotle's the only one that sends me deals for it #too bad i don't live near a chipotle anymore :'( #anyone want my free guac lmao #txt

[spicyvampire]

The NFL draft continues tonight, so maybe they are football fans getting snacks too.

Even with completely different lives and goals, we were in the grocery store at 2pm, hunting for snacks, life is beautiful, I'm gonna eat a bunch of guac and chips about it, I hope they do too

#ask #[send a kiss to the cloud] for the football fans tonight making guac with me for their football related party

[dickbutt21]

How petty do you think Asra would be? I think everyone has different interpretations for his actions and it's very interesting. (That and I don't have any more keys and need to know this information to satiate my deep dark desire for accurate character conflicts)

#the arcana #asra #asra the arcana #i can see him being so mature in everything but the second it's someone he doesn't like and theres no consequences #bitch is out of control #he WILL send faust to find out your marital problems and he WILL use the little ticks you have against you #I have a bowl of rotting guacamole on the coffee table and it's only been 3 hours and this shit is browning wtf #forgive me I rarely get to eat guac #this turned into something else entirely #still #headcanons please #seriously though #give me your thoughts

[satoruhour]

Accidentally sending gojo a nude and before you can properly apologise he sends a video of his own which leads to..well🫣

BABY BLUE SWEETNESS

a/n: my clit grew hands and wrote this. combined this w/ a part 2 of being gojo’s roommate / tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @utahimeow @lov3rbody my gojo fuckers

wc: 3.7k (I HAVE GOT TO STOP WRITING SM ....)

warnings: mutual pining, roommate!gojo, dom!gojo, he gets rough but only bc he loves ur pussy sssoooo much, sending nudes by accident to gojo, semi-public m! masturbation, filming (on gojo’s end), pet names, praise, slight f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, nipple play, bit of dialogue during sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (twice!), multiple rounds, implied m! oral, n*sfw under the cut

the next week goes by uneventfully.

but you think there’s hardly anything worth happening when you hadn’t even said anything about that: standing outside satoru’s room, hearing his pleasured moans along with the slickness of his hand on his cock and watching him at his most vulnerable with whispers of your name.

gojo did have a few moments of weakness — brief bouts of failing to meet your eyes, stuttering, but he was still predominantly himself after, throwing laundry on the floor and leaving the toilet paper roll unfilled. by date, he was the messiest roommate you’ve roomed with, compared to sleeping over at shoko’s and geto’s places before; sure it was obvious enough being friends with him since high school, though you hadn’t thought that the rowdy, outgoing way that he spoke would translate into his living space, too.

and despite being the one who has the upper hand that very day you decided to stop and watch, he still manages to have some sort of hold on you, catching you off-guard at the worst times.

“any luck with the mods?” gojo peeks over at your laptop over at the small dining table, your leg propped up and a scowl on your face at how you were still on the waitlist. while mr. perfect beside you has gotten every module he’s bidded for, a course on philosophy, romantic and 20th century music as well as an online mod about ethics.

“i don’t even know why you got that last one! funny how the most annoying person who has anything but morals is entering an ethics course.” maybe it was the fact that you’ve already waited one and a half weeks. perhaps it was that one piece of clothing gojo loved to leave on the floor, or simply it was just because of the man himself — you were on your wit’s end with the week.

that fades away when you’re turning your head and gojo is right there, hovering over your computer screen with a sly smirk on his face and his stupid bright, blue eyes that you could spend hours staring at.

“you wound me, baby,” gojo whispers, like it was a secret between the two of you and he pulls away, both hearts beating an unnatural speed at the proximity. gojo swears to himself he’ll never call you anything close to that or be that close because it’s absolutely not good for his heaving chest and hardening dick — those pretty plump lips of yours and the innocent look on your face — he wanted to both kiss it and fuck it.

and yet, on dormitory movie nights where you’re sat on both ends of the couch with geto and shoko between the two of you, satoru wills himself to patiently wait until the end of the first movie to stretch his limbs and get more snacks; he knows you’ll follow, too, because it’s been like that for as long as he can remember.

“you know you have to stop eating all that candy, right?” you’re saying it mindlessly, pouring more chips into a bowl and getting the hummus and guac, “it’s not healthy.”

gojo’s leaning on the counter and doesn’t help whatsoever, both elbows on the wood and head tipped back to meet your height.

“aw, is my cute roomie worried about me?” you almost want to ignore him with that little compliment, not sure if he even meant it, but you’re leaning into him this time with a little glance down to his lips that he thinks he imagined it.

“no, just wondering how embarrassed i’ll be when i have to tell the paramedics that when you finally collapse on the floor, it was because my dumb roommate had consumed too much sugar.” you like this little game you play with satoru, yet you’ve never been this bold; maybe it’s because you know he finds you hot, too, but the two of you are too stubborn to stand your ground and admit the obvious.

gojo’s feigned pout spreads into a grin and simply blows a raspberry at your explanation. there’s a crinkle of yet another sweet packet, disregarding your chastise from earlier. “smart little thing, hm?”

“i become the brightest when you’re involved,” you swipe the sweet from his fingers and pop it into your mouth, “i have to when i need to insult you.” the two of you spend the rest of the movie night hip to hip on the couch, ignoring the fire in your connected limbs and the spark of your fingers when they brush against each other.

it’s a few months before you’re fully embracing that you might not just find your roommate hot, but that maybe you’d want to “wife” him up as the other has expressed jokingly. it didn’t help that gojo is cleaning up a little more often these days, learning how to cook and using his inside voice like you told him to (you didn’t think he’d remember). the last straw was possibly seeing him fuss over you when you fell sick, switching to remote classes just so he could be close to you — his main excuse was that he didn’t want his laundry to be infected.

“but you don’t even like to use shirts half the time you’re home!”

“you’re calling this home—” gojo giggles while simultaneously shoving cough mixture down your throat, “i didn’t know we were married!”

“shut your trap before i really make you regret this.”

but gojo thinks that maybe it wasn’t so bad to come home to you in one of his future days, he just had to get through this first.

it was meant to be a simple photo to show off your new set of lingerie, the ones that you had gotten with your girls at a half-off price just the other day. you couldn’t blame yourself when your hands naturally reached for one that mirrored gojo’s eyes alongside the white details that represent his hair. buy it, take a potential nude and laugh about it in the group chat, that’s all. you felt so damn sexy in it that you even went as far as to take a few photos with your bra unclasped and phone in hand hiding your chest, until the very last one where it was fully off.

you felt unlike yourself, in that stuffy, small dorm while satoru was out in a lecture—

before gojo texts you about groceries and his chat moves to the very top that same moment you’ve got all these lewd, unnatural pictures of you waiting to be sent. it happened all too fast: at least 10 being delivered and read on the spot that your panic is indescribable and you want to melt into mush on the floor.

while you’re scrambling to delete them, gojo stares at your figure in that last racy picture, hands skilfully covering your breasts just enough that he could still see the curve of them and then down to your figure interrupted by a pretty pair of blue lace undies. it’s like you planned this, looking so delectable in your little get-up until it all disappears and you’re sending multiple messages of “i’m so sorry”’s and “it was an accident”’s.

gojo thanked the heavens he was sat at the very back of the lecture theatre, immediately booking it out of there with the images of you seared into his brain. his cock is throbbing and so, so hard it almost hurts to walk to the restroom, and you’re still continuing your apologies. he wants to scream at you — how you do not need to say sorry for whatever you’ve just sent, because as he removes his dick from his tight pants, there’s a soft sigh of your name that falls from his lips.

satoru is reminded of the times you’d be sat in your stupid booty shorts in the dorm, basically showing your folds because he just knew you didn’t like to use underwear underneath. he’s reminded of the times you had to (unwillingly) use one of his shirts when the washing machine had broken down and the only thing on his mind at the time was what you’d look like bouncing on him — he thinks that maybe he just needs to spit it the fuck out, and so he opens the video feature on your private chat.

“this is what you do t’me, baby,” gojo’s tip is already leaking so much pre-cum, making sure he can be seen, expression and all, “you make me so— s-shit— fucking hard.”

he didn’t even care if he could be heard, pumping his cock to the thought of you in that baby blue set of lingerie. he thinks of ripping it all off of you and buying you more just so he could do the same thing again and again, eyes scrunching up in bliss as his hand continues to move up and down his length. his hand isn’t even close to what he wants to feel — your tight pussy sucking him in — but he settles for it, squeezing his palm around his shaft and thumbs his tip.

“ya see this, angel?” gojo chokes out a moan when he sees another notification of ‘i really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable’ and it was the exact opposite for him in this bathroom stall, really hoping this video would drive his point home, “s’all for you, f— fuck.”

the video is incoherent from then on, because it’s all too much for him, the strokes of his warm hand, the images of your body, the sensitivity of his cock. lewd noises of him jerking off and his whines echo throughout the restroom, cumming with a slack mouth and babbles of your name on his lips.

“fuck, fuck, fuckkk…” satoru can hardly care as his cum stains his shirt, leaving his cock in needy spurts that dribble down his hand as well, wishing he could see it against your skin instead of his own. the end of the video is messy and hasty that he doesn’t even think much as he sends it, but it’s not even halfway through the video before you’re sending a simple “please come back, now.” and his heart jumps in his chest.

gojo simply shoots a quick text to geto, asking him to help him pack his things because he will definitely not be returning.

you’re so glad you don’t have any more classes for the day, too, because all you can think about now is satoru and his cock, blessed again with the sight of him losing himself in pleasure except now, he knew. your hands aren’t hesitant in reaching down to your core, lingerie already soaked through as you watch the short two minute video over and over as you lazily play with your clit with your eyes trained on his hand. it’s so hypnotising you don’t realise gojo’s already home, standing at your room door with his bulge showing through his pants and sweat lining his brow.

“did you run here?” you sit up, hands covering your chest instinctively. he shakes his head and you remove them.

“you know the bus will take too long, baby.”

you ignore the flutter of your heart and pussy when you know he says the pet name with intent, now, not in a joking or teasing manner. you want to hear it more.

“was that really an accident?”

you’re kneeling on your bed now, and gojo just wants to shut you up and make you take back all your apologies.

“it was!” you counter, not minding how your roommate slips his hand around your waist and is just inches from you, “but…”

gojo never truly loses his personality even when he’s hot and bothered, “but what, princess?”

that’s new.

you grin at his chivalry even when you’ve got your chest all vulnerable like this: he’s trying to break you with his eyes, the one thing that led you to choose baby blue in the first place. you win when his eyes flit down to your tits.

“but you still ended up sending me a video of you jerking off — hardly any decorum, huh, satoru?”

gojo rolls his eyes, hands trailing up your body and coming to rest at your boobs, “yeah. but you love it.”

that’s all he says before he dips down and takes a nipple into his mouth, leaving your hands to tangle in his hair as your back arches to give him more space. he’s so hungry, swirling his tongue around your hardened bud as he kneads the other, eyes occasionally meeting yours from your chest.

“d’you like the vid?” his speech is muffled.

“like it? i loved it—” a soft moan leaves you, “didn’t know you were such a sub, though.”

gojo laughs into your skin and you’re obsessed with the feeling, challenging him when he reaches your eyes again with a glint in his eyes.

“oh, you’re in for it, baby.” gojo grins, capturing your lips and feeling so free now that everything’s out in the open. he’s finally able to feel your lips on his, so soft and slow, making him go crazy from such a simple gesture. gojo pushes you gently onto your bed, kissing down your exposed body before coming to your pelvis, playing with the hem of the underwear.

“gotta thank this little guy for solving our problems.”

“please do not call my lingerie ‘little guy’,” you giggle, letting him remove the garment and you preen at the praise he gives your pussy.

“s’wet… is this all for me?” gojo shamelessly inhales your essence, the sight of him between your legs enough to make anyone cum.

“yeah…” it’s a whisper when you say it, breathless and impatient yet loving the way he treats you. “i get wet only for you, ‘toru.”

gojo moans at that, eyes rolling back momentarily before his mouth descends on your pussy and you think you can hear a brief hymn of hallelujah. he savours your cunt slowly, licking lazy stripes up and down your pussy and your moans match them — soft, drawn out — hands playing seamlessly with his hair. gojo’s startling baby blues meet you for a second and he smiles softly before he places a kiss to your clit.

a twitch, and satoru fully shows his expertise in the next second, eating you out like he was a starved man and you were the last meal on earth. your roommate sucks on your clit, groaning into your core as he feels your thighs close in around his head and your heels dig into his back. he switches easily to your hole, driving his tongue into the leaking entrance and his nose starts to nudge at your nub.

“satoru— s-shit!” your moans increase in volume, hands pulling harshly at his locks. “feel s’good—”

“yeah?” he speaks into your cunt, slurping up your juices time and time again until his jaw aches. your pussy just tastes so sweet that it’s got him grinding into the bed, too, relieving his cock with desperation. “was made just to eat you out, sweetness.”

“doing so well— are you close?” it was difficult to hold on when satoru was talking to you like that and devouring you so good, thumb now playing with your folds while his tongue focuses primarily on your clit again. he flicks at it and his eyes look at you for your answer, merely nodding pathetically as his abuse on your cunt is relentless. gojo would love to memorise the way you clench around his thumb, but he’s too fixated on your whines before you cum with a cry of his name.

“o—oh fuck— ‘t-toru! oh my goddd…” his mouth never stops moving even when your thighs tremble around his head and your body convulses, clit throbbing in his mouth and your mewls reaching the highest heavens.

gojo grins into your cunt, making sure you watch him as he collects all your juices onto his tongue, giving your pussy one last satisfied lick before he sits up, making quick work of his pants and he shows you how to not have one ounce of decorum like you commented on earlier—

because as he pumps the cock you saw just minutes ago, you tongue darts out to lick your lips unknowingly. as he drags the tip along your folds, you’re spreading your legs wider for him. as he slaps his cock along your cunt, your hips are moving on their own accord to feel more of him.

“filthy girl,” gojo leans in to your face, “talkin’ bout me having decorum. you should see yourself.”

you laugh, bringing him in for a brief kiss. you liked that you still could banter in times like this.

“i’ll admit i never had it, so it would b-be—” gojo slips just the tip in and you’re cut off, a choked whimper leaving you, “hypocritical to criticise you.”

“ya think?” gojo wiggles his hips gently, sinking into you and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock is too perfect, too tight. his own whines leave him as he eases inch by inch into you before you’re confessing.

“y’know after seeing you jerk off that day— f-fuck, in your room,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his middle that causes him to moan, “i wanted nothing more than to help you clean up, cum and all.”

gojo chuckles breathlessly, you two have been pining for months? but he recovers just as quickly, bottoming out with a loud sigh. he lets your hands travel over his face, holding it in your palms.

“y-yeah? why didn’t you?”

“wasn’t sure if you liked me—” a whine cuts through your words as he takes the first slam into you.

“i’ll make sure you know how much i like you, baby, ‘kay?” gojo manages to get out before his hips moves into you, no longer able to hold conversation with the way your cunt sucks him in. he’s determined now, to show you how someone like you had a hold on him so strong that he was willing to pick up dirty clothes and take time out of his day to collect groceries. it’s not long before your roommate is able to pick up a pace, loving the way you trap him with your legs as his hips piston in and out of you.

the room is so much more stuffy, now, filled with the scent of sweat and sex as his pelvis meets your ass in timed thrusts. it was so filthy, too, cum from your previous orgasm aiding him as lube and sticking to his pubes from how much you were dripping.

“y-yeah— fuck me like how you’ve been wanting to, ‘toru—” you mumble out softly, already drunk on his cock. you swear you can feel the veins and his cockhead twitch at that, the sounds of the other filling your ears.

“you take me so, so well, baby,” gojo praises, face buried in your neck as he gives you kisses there, mind blank except for how you’re so wet that your arousal is spurting everywhere each time he comes up to the hilt in you, “taking my cock and squeezing me s’good.”

little pants leave you at the affirmations, and like always, gojo is a fast learner, already knowing your sweet spots when a hand sneaks down to rub at your clit. the circles go in time with his thrusts, and before then, you’re jerking in his arms, nails scratching at his back as your pussy spasms on his cock. gojo groans into your skin, hips still ramming into you before the clench of your cunt prompts him to cum as well.

“right there— s-shit!” you’re moaning when you can feel his cum seeping into you, the exact thing you’re imagining feeling even better as he loads you up, but you don’t have time to react when gojo flips you over. a quick glance to his face tells you he’s intoxicated on your pussy, pressing down on your arch.

“can you handle— another load— baby?” it comes out in between his thrusts, the way he begs to cum in you again and you’re never one to deny when you’ve wanted this for the longest time. you let satoru use you, face buried in the sheets below you while his thrusts start to turn sloppy. he’s not giving one fuck that he’s cummed the fastest he’s ever done before and how he’s going to do it again, but it’s inevitable when he’s got your cunt wrapped around him.

“y— yes, satoru— want you to fill me up, p-please—” it all overloads him: the way his cock disappears into your hole, the residual cum from earlier sticking to your ass and his pelvis, that white ring of semen around the base of his dick, your desperate pleas and cries.

it only takes one stroke of his hand on your clit before you’re cumming so fast again together with him, fingers grasping at the sheets as your pussy flutters around his length and you get his second load in return. it’s so viscous and hot, spilling into your hole. it’s so much, body going limp against satoru’s messy thrusts as he continues to rut into you, stilling finally when he starts to cramp in his thighs.

“attagirl, that’s it, sweetness,” gojo gasps out from behind you, staying locked in you as his cock spurts out the last bits of his cum. he presses a small kiss to your shoulder, asking softly into your skin if you were okay.

“more than okay—” a small mewl is heard when gojo pulls out slowly, sighing to himself upon seeing the way your cunt push out his cum naturally. there’s so much of it, spilling onto the sheets, but before he can take it upon himself to plug two fingers into your entrance, you’re dragging him to lie properly on the bed—

“not done?” your roommate laughs, a hand playing with your neck and the hickeys he’s left there.

you shake your head, noting how satoru’s cock is still sensitive when your hand closes around it, and you finally can see gojo in all of his glory when your tongue kitten licks at his tip and a shiver travels through his body. his hooded eyes and the buck of his hips are all you need to continue.

“i haven’t told you how much i like you, ‘toru. should i show you now?”

somewhere on your dresser, there’s several messages from your girls, but you’re too preoccupied with satoru’s cock in your mouth to notice — ah, well, you’d update them later.

[6:23pm, operation get (y/n) a partner]: photo attached (4)

@(y/n) girl where is your pic !!!! show us that cute baby blue lingerie pleaseee!!

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[nyoomfruits]

got tagged by @ocontraire to post a snippet from a current wip, so here's a snippet from the landoscar fake married au (yeah no you didn't misread that they do actually pretend to be married in this fic. by actually getting married. its a long story)

tagging @eisenberg @charlescoded @fueledbyremembering @celientjeee :)))

A clattering noise from somewhere in the apartment shakes Lando out of his thoughts and he lifts himself out of his chair, putters towards the kitchen, where Oscar is putting the last of the groceries away.

He’s taken off his suit jacket and tie, and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He’s run a hand through his hair so it’s not sticking in every which direction anymore, and he’s taking off his dress shoes, moving through the kitchen in a pair of race car patterned socks Lando got him for his birthday this year.

“Hey,” he says, when Lando appears in the doorway. “Did you think about what you wanted for dinner yet? I have chicken, so I can make you that pasta dish you like, or maybe some kind of wrap? I think I have an avocado in here somewhere, I can make some Guac.” Oscar riffles through the bag as he talks, and emerges holding an avocado, sending Lando a triumphant smile.

Lando raises an eyebrow at him. The smile turns into a frown. “Absolutely not,” Oscar says. “Lando. I got all these groceries!” Lando wiggles his eyebrows at him. “No. Come on. Pick a dish.” Oscar brandishes the avocado at him like that’s somehow going to change his mind.

It isn’t. Lando pouts at him. “Please?” He says, because he’s not above playing dirty to get what he wants.

There’s a stalemate, a moment of silence where Oscar just glares at him, avocado still in hand. Then he sighs, very deeply, and puts the avocado in the fruit bowl on the corner of the counter. “Fine. But I get to pick the restaurant. And we’re eating an actual home cooked meal tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says, waving vaguely in Oscar’s direction as he takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the UberEats app. “Okay, pick. No fish.”

Oscar rolls his eyes as he starts packing the rest of his groceries away. “Don’t worry, way ahead of you. I was thinking that Italian place? With the breadsticks.”

Lando, who was only a little nervous about Oscar’s restaurant choice, perks up. “I love breadsticks,” he says, scrolling through the app.

“I know,” Oscar says, moving past Lando to put some stuff in the fridge. “How was your mum, by the way?”

Lando groans as he drops down at their little kitchen table, sprawling himself over the surface. “Ever since cousin Cecilia’s wedding she’s gotten it in her head that I need to get married to live like, a happy satisfied life. So she keeps pestering me about it, about how I need to find a nice boy to settle down with.”

Oscar makes a ‘hm’ noise. “But you don’t want to,” he says, head mostly buried in their snacks cupboard as he tries to make everything fit.

“It’s just annoying, that she can’t see I’m happy the way I am right now, you know? I have enough money to do whatever I want, I have the apartment, I have you,” he snorts. “Maybe I should just marry you. That would surely get my mom of my back.”

There’s a clattering noise as a packet of Oreo’s tries to make a break for it and hits Oscar square in the nose, making him stagger back a little with a strangled noise. Lando laughs, and picks his phone back up, scrolling through the options of the restaurant.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, when he’s retrieved the packet of Oreo’s from the floor. He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe, but Lando interrupts him, waving his phone around. “Let me guess,” he says. “You want the Chicken parm?”

“Hm, yeah, sure,” Oscar says, but he seems distracted, deep in thought. He does that sometimes, where he gets so entangled in his own brain that he barely registers what’s going on around him. Usually it’s right before he makes a breakthrough on something for work. Lando decides to leave him to it and orders the chicken parm.

And extra breadsticks.

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #misc #already home #good news i started yesterday and i'm already 3k deep #of an estimated.... 25k (yeah this is going to take a while) #ANYWAY the summary of this is that theyre idiots

[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back: His Story (7)

Sequel to Take It Back

Previous Chapter

Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him. Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.

WARNING:

This story will contain sex; oral, m/f penetration, anal sex, dry sex, rough sex, shower sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, porn watching, and soft sex. Very strong language, strong adult content, use of drugs/alcohol, sensitive topics like marriage trouble, illnesses (both terminal and mental), one incident of almost non-con, college frat parties shenanigans, and emotional angst.

Rating: Rated R.  18+ ONLY. 🔞 no minors.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterpage for Take It Back: His Story

POV: Third Person

There were two things Bucky didn't like.

When Chipotle would forget to give him his extra guac and when Steve wouldn't shut up about work.

He was doing it more than usual, too.

When they were walking across the street? Work.

When Bucky was driving? Work.

When Bucky was trying to finish his chipotle bowl? Work.

Steve was starting to piss him off.

Suppressing a roll of his eyes, Bucky swallows a mouthful of food. He was just about to yell at Steve to please change the subject when a lady yelling after a kid catches Bucky's attention.

He grimaces as the little boy runs around the restaurant ignoring his mother. Bucky was always on the fence about how he felt about kids.

"And maybe you can try to like it..." Steve's voice is a low rumble in the distance as Bucky looks at the scene across the Chipotle. Bucky is ignoring Steve completely.

Sure, Bucky thought kids were cute and could be fun, but they were also a hassle. Just watching that mother yell after that kid made him cringe.

"...Even if you don't it won't hurt..."

A camel-colored coat catches his eye.

The glimpse of the girl's hair and neck sends him into a weird deja-vu stance and he finds himself not being able to look away.

Everything stops and everything tilts. He narrows his eyes, trying to remember where he saw the familiar figure before.

"Buck. Are you even listening to me?" Steve asks.

Bucky happens to finally get a good look at the girl's face when she turns to walk towards the door to leave.

"I'll be right back," Bucky says.

He pulls back immediately, noticing his mistake.

He pulls back immediately, noticing his mistake.

He can't deny the look of confusion and surprise on her face.

Something was happening in the air around him, or maybe it was in his chest when he finally sees the face behind that hair.

He can't seem to shake whatever it was that was nagging at him.

Familiarity? Had he met her before and didn't realize it?

Standing in front of him for the first time in her life suddenly didn't feel like it was the first time at all.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"Hey, sorry 'bout that." For some reason, his voice sounds disconnected from his body. It comes out on a will of its own as if his mind was elsewhere.

He knew where it was. Rewinding through his brain. Digging through memories. But they all came up blank.

He was losing his mind. He was sure of it.

He shakes whatever is nagging at him away and finally addresses the reason he stopped her in the first place.

"Are you Ashlyn's sister?"

She let out a sigh and after a roll of her eyes, a small smile clouds her face.

"You must be Bucky."

She knew who he was just by that and the conversation unraveled naturally. Ashlyn's little sister, Y/N was her name, was very sweet.

She seemed shy, a bit reserved and guarded, but kind and friendly. He invites her to come to Montauk with Ashlyn, his friends, and him. She accepts it, a bit reluctantly at first, but she does.

He watches her for an extra second as she walks out of the restaurant. He furrows his eyes, his brain still trying to search for something he wasn't sure was even really there.

"Who was that?" Steve asks.

"Y/N. Ashlyn's sister." Bucky answers, picking up his fork and going back in for some white rice.

"I didn't know she had a sister."

"Yeah, she's younger. I invited her to Montauk with us, if that's okay."

Steve nods.

"That's fine." Bucky nods and goes back to eating silently. He's thankful Steve doesn't bring up work anymore, "You have a weird look on your face."

Bucky chuckles.

"It's nothing. I just feel like I've seen her in person before."

"Where?"

"No idea. I'm probably just losing my mind."

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Barnes Enterprises was usually the busiest around three in the afternoon.

Especially on the top floor. People were constantly walking back and forth trying to finish their day earlier so that the last hour before five was more relaxing than anything.

He and his right-hand men, on the other hand, worked twenty-four-seven. It was expected. They were dedicated by blood to his business. That's why he needed someone just as capable and dedicated to taking this place the moment he was no longer around.

He didn't trust Ben Harper, and Tony Stark buying them out was no damn option. Aside from settling for his son, he did have one other person in mind.

The handsome blonde walks towards the top floor's check-in desk. He takes a moment to look around, realizing he's only ever been up here once before.

He tries to hold in the smile as he remembers Harvard's Sophomore year.

Finally, he clears his throat.

Hilary, a black-haired girl, looks up from her computer. There's a bright smile on her face and her green eyes are a piercing combination.

"Steve." Her voice was sweet.

Hilary was always nice. She had been hired around the same time Bucky and Steve started at the company. The three had practically grown up together in the building.

Steve smiles politely at her.

"Hi, Hilary." He clears his throat again and shoves his hands in his pockets. He sways back and forth, "Uhm. George said he wanted to see me?" He can't shake the apprehension in his voice.

She doesn't realize she's staring at his sharp jaw until she finally looks away, her dazed smile slightly falling off her face.

"Oh, right. Let me take a look." She types some things away on her keyboard, "He just finished up another meeting, so the door is probably closed. You can knock and he should let you right in."

Steve nods.

"Thanks." He rolls his neck twice on the walk toward the large dark and sleek doors at the end of the hall.

He had the normal fear one has towards any boss. Sure, George was his best friend's father and he had technically known him since he was a little kid. Hell, George had once walked in on Steve practicing "kissing" with a four-by-four when he was eleven. They weren't close, but they were close enough to almost be considered family. Steve's father was absent a lot in his life, and George was always there for him.

Come college years, George became his boss, and there was a different kind of respect there.

Steve knows he got into Barnes Enterprises almost through literal nepotism if the Barnes family were to even be blood-related. But that doesn't mean he ever took his job here for granted. He loved working here. He progressed here and his friends were here. It was his second home.

Close or not, Steve's palms were sweating as he approached George's office.

He doesn't know why he's here. There are only two things it could be. One, he either is getting an extra assignment of some sort. Or two, he's fired. Either being a possibility makes his stomach twist into knots.

Steve takes in a deep breath and knocks on the door. It takes a few seconds for it to swing wide open.

George stands there in a silver suit and white tie, an equally bright smile occupying his face.

Steve takes in a deep breath.

"Mr. Barnes." Steve greets him.

"Come in, Steve." He lets Steve walk through, and then closes the door right behind him, "You can take a seat." He motions outward with his hand towards the center of the room.

Steve eyes one of the several black chairs and then the couch, not knowing which approach George wanted.

Was he overthinking this?

Steve finds himself walking over to one of the chairs in front of George's desk and takes a seat. George eventually finds his way to his chair and sits directly in front of him.

He gives Steve a small smirk before he folds his hands out in front of him and on the desk.

He can't help but chuckle at the tense and apprehensive look on Rogers' face. He had seen this look one too many times to know what it was. Mr. Barnes sighs.

"Don't worry, you're not being let go," George says.

A heavy weight is immediately lifted off Steve's shoulders and he finds them almost sagging.

He lets out a humorless laugh.

George gives him another look that Steve can't necessarily pinpoint, and then he sits back in his chair.

George nips on the corner of his bottom lip, bouncing his pen up and down, still eyeing up Steve thoughtfully.

"Quite the opposite." He adds.

Steve raises a brow at this.

"Opposite?" Steve asks.

George gets a pensive look on his face before he lets out a long but nearly silent sigh.

"You're one of our best lawyers, Steve. If not the best. You know that, right?"

Steve doesn't know what to say right away.

"I mean we have a lot of people here. You think I'm one of the best?" Steve chuckles and then licks his lips. He looks out the window, "I don't know about that."

"Well, you should know, because you are."

Steve turns to face George again, a serious look on his face.

"You're young, and you are better than most of the guys here who have thirty-plus years under their belt. But not just that," George lowers his voice dramatically and waves a finger in Steve's face, "You have great leadership qualities and great worth ethics. You're good at business. And you know what we do. You know what we believe here and you've only continued to prove that and follow that oath faithfully. You're good. Take the compliment." Steve's face relaxes. George sits back in his chair and sways, "You actually remind me of myself when I first started my position," George examines Steve's face for his reaction that will follow the end of his sentence, "as CEO."

Steve's in shock for just a minute before what his boss is saying starts to sink in.

He knows his eyes are almost wide, and his chest is blooming with equal pride as it is shocked.

He looks down at his lap, trying to find the right words to say.

It takes him a moment because while he feels pride and he is flattered, he also feels a pang of huge guilt.

"You don't have to give me an answer now," George says more quietly and in less of that professional tone.

Steve finds himself shaking his head slowly back and forth.

He licks his bottom lip.

"I—I don't understand. Bucky isn't next in line?" George's face falls just slightly, almost solemnly, "The way I always understood it is it would be him who would be next."

George bites at his bottom lip before he responds. He looks out the window and continues softly.

"You and James have always been best friends. And you being a great man with the loyalty you hold for our employees and also your friends doesn't shock me at all. It also doesn't shock me that that's your first concern. I expected it." Steve looks at him, waiting for him to continue, for him to at least address his question. George looks him dead in the eye, "Bucky doesn't want to be CEO. He doesn't want any of this," Mr. Barnes motions around the room, "He's never liked this kind of responsibility or lifestyle, let alone this career path. Yes, it would be very logical for him to be next, but he doesn't want it. And he's not good at it. He's said so himself. Doesn't it hurt that my son can't continue this? Of course. That's something that I've grown to see in my son for many years. He's a sweet boy who wants to be a lawyer and live in the city and that's it. I don't hate him for it. I also don't want to force it on him. Especially when there's someone better fit, and more capable. Someone who wants it. You're a very close second to my son. I practically raised you."

Steve is at a loss for words as he ponders everything George just told him.

He wasn't entirely wrong. Bucky never wanted to be CEO. But he couldn't do that to his best friend. But if it wasn't Steve who accepted it, who was the second runner after him?

"Can I give you an answer a week from now?"

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MONTAUK

Caught in his thoughts from earlier, Bucky zips up his suitcase.

He looks over at Ashlyn and he feels like this is right. Picking her up at the train station felt symbolic to him. Like he would always be there to pick her up. He hadn't meant to offend Y/N when he had asked that question about her in the car.

He didn't. Most of all, he's worried he offended her with his little thing comment, and he knows how it sounded. But the thing is, he didn't mean it that way. It had nothing to do with her appearance that way.

He wasn't sure exactly why he kept teasing her that way. If maybe it was because in comparison to him, her personality reminded him of a kitten and he was a lion.

He couldn't describe it. Come to think of it, the more he racks his brain trying to trace the first time he said it and justify and explain it, it just kept sounding worst.

It was some kind of buried sentiment and feeling that he had yet to discover since that chipotle encounter.

His concern, though, was offending Ashlyn.

They had a great day at the pool but she had seemed a bit quiet.

He looks at her as she's pulling out clothes from her luggage and setting them up on the dresser in their guest bedroom.

Despite Steve's father always working and hardly ever being in town, he was always kind enough to open his home to Steve and his friends whenever they needed a break from city life.

Not many of the girls Bucky had dated had appreciated it that much, but Ashlyn did.

Her hair was in two braids and there was a tint of extra color on her cheeks from being out in the sun rays all day.

"You look beautiful." He tells her. His voice cuts through the room like a hot and searing steak knife.

She looks up and smiles at him.

"Stop." She says, looking away. A dark hue taints her cheeks.

Bucky chuckles.

"I'm serious." He looks down and rolls his suitcase into the closet. The wheel catches the edge of the wall and he curses under his breath, "Don't tell Steve I scuffed up the wall." He says under his breath.

Ashlyn continues to organize her clothes.

"It was nice of him to show her around the house. He seems very kind." Ashlyn says.

"Steve's the best." Once Bucky's suitcase is put away he makes his way over to Ashlyn and gently puts his hand in the nook of her elbow, stopping her movements, "hey, come here." He says.

There's a heat in his voice and a sparkly in his eye that he feels. She was so damn pretty.

Ashlyn drops the red bikini she was holding and turns around to face Bucky. He gently grabs the side sides of her face and he leans down and kisses her. Eventually, his kisses slow down to pecks and he pulls away.

She narrows her eyes as she watches a pensive look drift over his face.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing," his eyes watch his fingers as they brush over her cheeks, "Nothing."

Not pulling her eyes away from his, she swallows hard.

It was already night time and the only light was not the one from the ceiling, but it didn't seem light enough right now. Bucky gulps as his eyes drift to the hills of her breasts. His right hand goes to her left one and then up onto her shoulder and then into the corner of the warm skin of her neck.

There's a dimple there.

He promised then he would always be protective of her. He'd never let anything hurt her and he would never hurt her.

"I love you." He whispers. He can feel her throat move under his thumb as she wallows.

He knows it feels a bit too soon to say it, but something compelled him to. It also brought them to this moment right here. This felt like the epitome of greatness in their relationship, despite them knowing there was more to come. This moment was inconceivable, it was beautiful. So while it did feel too soon, he couldn't have thought of a better time to say it.

He did love her.

She was precious in his eyes and he knew the troubles she was going through. Both from her past, her parent's death, helping take care of her little sister, and also how delicately emotional she was. He would protect her. He cared about her. What he felt, as he felt her body under his hand, and as he felt her body under his that night, was nothing short of love.

They try not to be too loud, and honestly, he doesn't even think they make a sound.

The only plausible one was the whimper that left her lips when a small tear leaked from her eye towards the end. He had wiped it away, promising he'd always wipe all her tears and pain away.

It takes a few minutes for Ashlyn to doze off. Bucky leans over her as she's faced down and he gently kisses her bare shoulder.

He pulls the comforter up a little higher up her back to keep her warm.

"I'll be back." He says quietly, knowing she most likely didn't even hear him.

He pulls on a clean pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt.

He makes sure not to close the door too loudly as he's leaving the room. He even keeps his footsteps light as he tiptoes through the hallways to not awaken anyone else either.

It's dark as the floor manages to creek a little under his feet. Walking down the steps and making a turn into the kitchen, he quickly halts.

"Oh shit. Sorry." It comes out before he even knows he's said anything.

It was late.

Worry fills him.

Y/N is standing there, crying.

He's frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do at this point. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.

She turns around to face him and the look on her face breaks his heart.

He knows how he looks, with hair disarray and the obvious evidence of what he had been doing all over his body.

But her, here crying and looking devastatingly heartbroken, felt more important of concern.

He asks you what's wrong and you tell him to leave the lights off. Eventually, you open up to him and you share a glass of beer.

It's talking to her about love and about being hopeful that she will one day find true love so that he realizes that Ashlyn isn't the only one who needs protecting.

He knew it wasn't his place, he barely knew Y/N, but he was a human being.

He'd work to be your friend, and being his girlfriend's sister, he was dedicated to keep going the extra mile to help you any way he could.

And, fuck, he means. Means it with all his heart when he tells her because he experienced it firsthand himself.

"I'm not just saying this because you're my girlfriend's little sister, but trust me. Some day, someone will love you for you."

It's when she looks down at her glass, running her finger around the rim, that Bucky catches the back of her head again, and that deja-vu comes crawling back. There's something about your voice that sets him on edge when you ask the next question.

"And did that happen for you?"

___

SAME DAY

New York City's clear skies were a rarity this early in May. Usually, there would be more thunderstorms lingering from the April showers.

Mr. Barnes was standing on his penthouse balcony, sipping his Macallan scotch when he hears a knock on his front door.

He takes one last look at the beautiful scenery with a deep sigh. Wiping a lonely tear off his cheek, he turns around, places his glass on a nearby table, and walks to his door.

Still tasting the heavy liquor on his tongue, he opens the door.

George smiles.

"Connor."

The pretty blue-eyed boy smiles back at him.

"How are you feeling?"

George gives him an added weak smile and a tilt of his head.

"Not the best. But it'll do."

Connor nods. George lets him inside, and he closes the door behind him. Already knowing his way, Connor walks over to the couch and sits down.

They sit there quietly for a few extra seconds. George leans his elbows on his knees and runs his hands through his hair.

"You decided to opt out of treatments?" Connor asks carefully.

There are a few extra minutes before George responds. Between then he looks outside again, then at the floor, and occasionally at his hands.

"Yeah."

"How've you been, regardless?"

Mr. Barnes clears his throat.

"I'm fine," George grabs an extra glass and pours the liquid amber inside of it. Connor thanks him when he's handed the glass, "Thanks for coming on such short notice. I wanted to make you an offer."

Connor raises one eyebrow.

"Offer?"

George nods and sits on the arm of the couch. He takes another sip of his drink and looks down into the glass, watching his reflection. He swirls it around as if doing that would make the liquid speak to him.

"I spoke to Steve," George says.

"He turned it down?"

"As expected. Such a shame."

"But Bucky doesn't want the job," Connor says.

George looks up at him.

"Exactly," George says with finality.

Connor knows that look. Pleading. Asking.

"George."

"I want him to want it," George says through clenched teeth, "I wish he did because he's my son, and he's the one I want to give it to. He's the one that should be up there once I'm gone," his voice breaks slightly, "It should be him. I would tell him straight up if I had to, but you know I don't want to keep forcing it onto him. But I'm going to have to speak to him. I'll do it kindly. Make him not so afraid. I'll train him." Connor nods, but knowing that wasn't the end of George's deep thoughts, "and if I still don't find him fit for it, you're going to take it from him. And if I'm not around to make that choice, you will do it."

He drinks the last of his scotch and puts the glass down in the middle of the obnoxiously large coffee table. Connor was across from him but it felt like miles away.

Connor's jaw twitches.

"I haven't spoken to him in so long, but he will always be my friend."

"This isn't about niceness. This is about business. You know you're a better fit and you know your own family is on the line too. It's in everyone's best interest, including Bucky. He won't take offense to it. I'm sure. He's a nice kid. But I get worried about him. I don't think he'll be able to handle it, and I want him to, because I want the best for him, and as much as he denies it, he knows deep down it is, too. That's why I want it so passionately for him." George can feel his teeth clenching so hard it practically burns his jawbone. It hurts Connor to see the desperation on his face. He was worried about Bucky, "He's my son. After his mother died, he's all I have."

Connor blinks quickly and looks away from him.

He feels a nagging in his head that tells him he needs to just say it. He knew it wasn't his place, but he had to know.

"There's something you should know." Connor eventually says. He can't look up to see George's reaction, but he'd bet his money that George was more than hesitant to want to hear what he had to say. "About four years ago, when Bucky had first found out about his mother, I was with him," Now he looks up and George's eyes are dark, "I was with him when he was told over the phone. All the details. Everything."

George swallows thickly and looks away.

"I can't imagine how hard that must've been for him."

Connor looks at his hands and nods.

"Yeah, it was. He took it very hard, as expected. Who wouldn't," Connor's voice is distant as he remembers that day, "It's not my place to say this, but you're his father, and I know you want only what is best for him. You should know."

"What is it?"

"When he found out," Connor clears his throat and leans his arms on his knees in front of him. He picks at his fingers as he remembers pulling the pill bottles out of Bucky's hands, "Bucky tried to kill himself."

Something happens to George at that moment. Something that shatters him, breaks him and makes him angry.

"What?" George's voice sounds foreign. Misplaced. Disassociated. 

"If I hadn't been there, I don't know what would've..." Connor's voice trails off but both know he doesn't need to finish the sentence, "I'm sorry. I still think he can be very fit for what you want him to be, but you deserved to know as his father who loves him. He needs you. He needs us."

George's face is burning hot and his throat feels like pin needles.

"Thank you, Connor." His voice is hoarse, "Please consider what I said. I still would like to consider you." He reaches over and takes the drink out of Connor's hands, "I think you should go."

Connor nods and stands up.

Once he's out the door. George continues to stare at the golden amber in his hands.

How could he? How could he be that low and never tell him? How could he want to do that to himself? Did you want to die? Did he think that would fix anything? That nobody would've missed him? Including him, his father? Was that his only attempt?

Memories roll over him. Yankee games and visits to the circus and the aquarium. Kindergarten drawings and the smell of play-doh.

He doesn't realize he threw the glass across the room in an emotional rage until he sees the amber that was in his hands now splashed across his wall, dripping onto the floor.

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"You know I had your mother work for me when we were dating. It brought us closer."

Mr. Barnes says as he tightens his son's tie around his neck. It was the night of the gala and the first night when Mr. Barnes felt that betrayal consume him.

"You think I should ask Ash to work for me?" Bucky asks deep in thought.

He wasn't too sure about that. Not only did Ashlyn not seem like the type to enjoy this kind of work environment, but Bucky also wanted to keep her away, too. After seeing what it had done to his mother, the cons side of course, and how George treated a majority of the females who worked here.

But maybe Bucky could keep her at arm's length from that experience?

George's eye twitches as he examines Bucky's reaction to his suggestion.

"Yeah. What do you think?"

___

"Like I said, if you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to do this. It's okay to say no." Bucky tells her, his hand squeezing hers.

"I want to be around you more, but it's really up to you, Bucky. If you don't want me here and there's a specific reason you feel I shouldn't do this, please tell me and I'll turn around right now." Ashlyn tells him.

Bucky is pensive as he watches her. He doesn't know what to say. Or maybe he does but doesn't know how. Or maybe there's no point in saying it because maybe he's being dramatic.

Bucky lets out a sigh and leans his forehead onto hers.

"There's nothing." He opens his eyes and looks into hers, "It's fine. Go ahead."

Ashlyn's nerves are at an all-time high the moment she walks into Mr. Barnes' office.

Maybe it's knowing how much power he has, or maybe it's the way his eyes are glued to her ass the second she steps into the room.

She feels bile running up her throat as she turns around the close the door and she hopes that she's imagining it.

Thankfully, the second she turns around to face him, he's looking at something on his computer.

He clicks a few things and finally stands. He buttons his suit blazer and makes his way closer to her.

She's thankful when she looks down to see him just extending a hand out to her.

There was something about his personality that was extremely domineering.

"You must be Ashlyn." He greets her.

She smiles back nervously.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

He only hums a response, his eyes going straight to her breasts and then back to her face.

"Pleasure is all mine," he spins around and points his hand out to one of the two chairs facing directly his desk, "Please take a seat, sweetheart."

Ashlyn feels a strange feeling once more in her chest.

She was uncomfortable.

Maybe Mr. Barnes was just really nice? She needed to stop being so negative. She's had it hard for so long now and things in her life were finally clicking into place. She was not going to let some bad feelings distract her from that.

She takes a seat and they go over her resume.

Mr. Barnes folds his hands on the desk and leans forward.

"You don't have much experience, but that's something we can train you on." He tells her. Ashlyn finds herself smiling at this. George clears his throat, "There is one more thing I'd like to discuss with you."

He walks to the corner of the room and pulls out a piece of paper, and on it is a doctor's name.

Ashlyn's stomach drops.

Why would this be an issue? What she went through was something many people through every day. It didn't define her character and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing either, it just became a part of her and something she learned to best control and deal with.

What was he getting at with this?

Her biggest fear was that he was about to make it seem like having depression or bipolar depression was something unnatural. Her biggest pet peeve, biggest fear, and biggest weakness. It wasn't true, but the second someone treats you like you're weaker because of it, it's so easy to be affected by words. Emotions.

It wasn't fair, no matter how strong she knew she was.

"You didn't have to keep this from us. Not me, especially my son, as I'm assuming he doesn't know. Is there a reason why you chose to not mention this?"

Maybe because half the population deals with it too? She wants to say.

He makes a sound that she can't tell what it means.

"Why," he taps the papers against his legs and walks around to sit in his big chair behind his desk, "did you keep your medical records a secret?"

Ashlyn swallowed nervously, her mouth opening but no sound coming out.

"Did you think this would stop me from hiring you?" Mr. Barnes wasn't yelling, but his voice was strong. Somehow, she felt controlled. When she doesn't say anything, he leans over his desk, drops the paper down, and with crossed hands continues, "look, you're a sweet girl. And I see a lot of potential in you. You have good qualities, you stick up for what you want regardless of if it's right or wrong-"

You barely know me.

She couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry, you got that from a fifteen-minute interview?"

Ashlyn chuckles nervously.

Mr. Barnes smiles.

"Trust me, I have good instinct. Anyway, am I wrong?" When Ashlyn doesn't respond, Mr. Barnes smirks, eyes drifting once more to her gorgeous legs, "bipolar, depression, anxiety, personality disorder, a manic episode-" Ashlyn flinches with each word thrown at her, she feels it eating away at her bones and most importantly - her dignity. He notices and his eyes soften, "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Many famous businessmen, celebrities, and big figures names—suffer from the same illnesses. It doesn't make you any less human or capable."

I never said I was ashamed of it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. She felt like words were being put in her mouth. She thinks that when she looks down and tries to think of a response that isn't too rude, it accidentally comes off looking like a nod.

George smirks.

"Come here, I want to show you something."

Something felt wrong about all of this to her.

She follows him out to the large window and stands next to her for a few minutes.

He knows she does this on purpose, because just like that she forgets his disgusting behavior and his insulting words. He almost seems nice again, and maybe he is coming from a good place but he has trouble putting it into words.

She looks at the New York City skyline and all she can think of at that moment is Bucky.

How can something so beautiful be so bad?

"You see this?" Ashlyn followed his gaze out into the city, the hundreds of people walking below in the streets, the famous buildings hanging high in the skies like goddamn trophies, "Barnes Enterprises owns about seventy-five percent of everything you're seeing. From the Hudson to the bay-" He turned slowly to Ashlyn and examined her face, "I see the way your eyes shine when you look at it."

She because of Bucky. Not you. She wants to say.

Ashlyn swallows as her eyes drift down, "It's all nice. Everything he's done for me so far, it's almost like he knows exactly what I need. It's like he's cured me."

She doesn't mean her struggles; she means her heart.

Because she's never felt so free and liberated as she did the last few months.

She trembled slightly under his heavy gaze and as his finger played with a strand of her that was on her shoulder.

It was unexpected and it made her blood run cold.

"And what is it that you need?"

Ashlyn thought about it- thought about it. The answer was simple, and it wasn't one that she had ever expected to be the answer to all her issues. She knew exactly what it was that she wanted.

"Everything."

If it included Bucky and all the love he had to offer, she would take the world for him.

Barnes bit his bottom lip and nodded, looking once more out the window.

"Perfect. Look I think you'll be perfect for this job more than you think. If anything I'm going to want your help, but it's something that can only stay between us. It will make you happy and it will help you."

He knew she'd break eventually, and so would his ungrateful son.

"Of course, anything."

Mr. Barnes sighed.

"Look, Bucky's a great kid, as I'm sure you know. But he's got some weaknesses. He thinks too much with his heart," this makes her frown, "I'm going to want you to work under my eye, and there are certain tasks you might have to do that at first won't make sense to you, but in the long run, you will see it pay off. That is if I choose you to stay."

She doesn't know exactly what he means.

"It will help me?" Her voice shook with uncertainty.

"Yes."

___

The flight was three hours delayed. They waited in the AMEX lounge, but still.

Ashlyn hated to fly, so an added three hours of stalling and having imaginary scenarios of the aircraft falling out of the sky did nothing to help soothe her.

She was excited about Paris. She had never been, but to add to her nerves about flying she had also been a bit worried about going alone with Mr. Barnes.

She still did not get the best of feelings from him. She was even more caught off guard when they finally began to board and a random guy came to sit next to them.

"You made it," George says.

Ashlyn looks up to meet a pair of pretty blue eyes. When they meet there's a slight pause on the guy's face, as if he was caught off guard.

"Ashlyn, this is Connor Taylor. Connor, Ashlyn."

"Nice to meet you, Ashlyn," Connor says with genuine kindness.

"Ashlyn here is new to the business, we're bringing her along to show her the ropes. She'll also work as my assistant." George says.

For a second there's a look of confusion on Connor's face, but then it quickly goes away and he nods.

"Understood. I just thought it would be us, but it's nice to have some added company. Makes the flight more fun, for sure." Connor says.

Ashlyn grimaces.

"I don't know about that."

"You don't like to fly?"

"I hate it."

"You'll be fine, I promise," Connor says.

"So we'll be meeting up with Hank and Stark, is what I hear?" Ashlyn asks, trying to get service on her phone for the umpteenth time. Something was happening to her wifi in this airport.

"Correct. They are our biggest partners, but we're trying to get a bigger share. Things aren't going to be looking too bright in the next few years, so we just want to be safe." Connor explains. Ashlyn nods.

"Well, we're about to board, you guys can chat more on the flight, huh? And guess what, your seats are right next to each other." George says, standing up and making his way to the gate.

Thankfully, after two drinks and a Benadryl, Ashlyn passes out. She ends up sleeping through the majority of the overnight flight, only waking up when the pilot finally announces their approaching descent.

"Looks like you made it, Ash." The sweet voice surprises her half-asleep state before she looks up to meet Connors' eyes. He's smiling at her, pulling his headphones out.

She looks away and sighs.

Made it, indeed.

__

She can't understand what he's doing or why he's doing it, but she's scared. She wants to run out of there and scream. She wants to grab her phone and call Bucky. She hates this. She hates how powerless she is against him because he's this prestigious figure, so they'd never believe her, let alone the shame.

She was shaking.

She should've gone with her gut. She knew something was going on, but she didn't listen to her gut.

The night started as the other two.

They went to meetings, then she'd come back and help return his emails or organize his schedule.

But this time when she had turned to go into her room, he had stopped her.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes. Was there something I missed?" She asked. There was something dark in his eyes when he looked away from her and shook his head. She watched as he slowly raised his hand and beckoned her with his finger.

She looks around the hallway to see it was empty. Even Connor had already gone to bed. She was unsure.

She hesitates as she feels his eyes take her in.

"You didn't miss anything, sweetheart. But I would like to speak to you for a bit," he walks a few more feet back until his hand is around the golden doorknob in his room. She gulps when he asks, "You coming in or what?"

Slowly, she meets him at his door. When they're inside, George is already making his way to the curtains at the far end. He closes them. She watches him unmoving, terrified.

He removes his suit jacket, tossing it on the bed, and then he unbuttons his shirt. Next, he goes to unbutton his pants.

She's never felt as powerless as she did right then.

She could simply turn around and run right now. But who would believe her? What if they didn't because she was just a girl and he was a world-famous lawyer/politician? What if Bucky left her? Hell, he'd leave her if she stayed, too. This was bad.

"I need you to come here," Mr. Barnes says sternly. He unzips his pants and looks her in the eye, "Now."

"Mr. Barnes. Please." Ashlyn could already feel the tears building in her throat.

"Lock the door." He says.

Her bottom lip trembles as she reaches her arm behind her to lock the door.

The hot tears that fill her eyes and the burning pain in her heartbreak tear her apart the second she sees him pull himself out.

Against her wishes and by the power of dominance and abuse of power, she was sexually assaulted that night for the first time by her millionaire boss. She would never tell anyone.

She sobbed when she ended up between his legs, his hands on her waist and how own hands in his hair.

They wouldn't listen to me. They wouldn't believe me.

She cried the entire time and George pretended like it wasn't even happening.

In the back of her head, she had that burning guilt of the remainder of her boyfriend whose heart she was indirectly breaking. He would never forgive her.

She ruined it.

When she couldn't breathe, she pushed George away.

"Mr. Barnes, this is wrong."

"Remember that test I was telling you about? This is it, Ashlyn. If you can do this, you can do anything. And you can have anything you want."

She wanted to be cured, she wanted to be okay again like when she was a child. She hated being sad, and despite this being terrible, absolutely horrible— she couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Bucky would never have to find out, and the only thing that seemed to make her better was what Mr. Barnes was offering her. Everything; because it reminded her of Bucky; her love.

He was right. Wasn't he?

She felt a heavy knot in her throat.

She loved him so much. This would break him.

"You can't tell Bucky."

"No. Never. That would ruin everything."

She took in his words and after a few more seconds succumbed to his 'test'.

To his fucking sexual assault.

"I can't do this. Please."

"Do it."

She'd gone down on him and she had felt disgusted with herself. When he was finished, she wanted to run out of that room and call Bucky, tell him she loved him. Because she did. She was filthy and disgusting for what she did but what the hell was she supposed to do?

The guilt ate away at her.

There was no turning back.

Her heart was shattered.

She turned away and wiped her mouth one more time on the back of her hand when that husky voice from behind her started again.

"Have you ever owned a five thousand dollar purse before?"

It was such an odd question to ask.

"No."

"It'd look good on you. I'll take you tomorrow to get one."

Her brows furrowed.

"I don't have five thousand dollars."

"Yes, yes you do."

The second he said it everything in her head finally clicked.

Anything she wanted really could be hers.

This man was slowly killing her, never had she thought she would be a victim of something like this, but at the same time, he was being so nice to her. Was this a trick? Was it a manipulation? Was this a way to make her think that what she was doing was okay?

It was wrong.

She could feel her stomach turning again and she looked away from him, sobbing silently.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't be that way."

"I need to go." She says quickly, running out of the room.

She cried uncontrollably as she ran into her room and slammed the door closed behind her. She slides down against it.

She wouldn't do it again. A stupid purse would do nothing. That's not the kind of woman she was.

Accept that she had already done it.

Heavy sobs rack through her chest as she slams her head and back against the door.

"I'm so sorry." She whimpered, wiping her nose behind her hand. She doesn't know how many minutes of her just crying pass by until a knock startles her.

"Ash?"

Connor.

[Little would she know that sometime later, she did get used to it. Maybe she became numb or broken enough, or maybe she did genuinely believe that the material made everything okay. Her happiness soon became bigger than the pain she felt for cheating on Bucky. Even if it was his father.]

Next Chapter

A/N: Trust me. We're just getting started. Also, this story won't just be flashbacks as you can tell. We will be in the present soon enough once the other sides are fully told. Bucky x Reader ARE Endgame, still. That doesn't mean you aren't at liberty, though, to ship whoever you want. Go wild. Go free! But, yes, trust the process if you're having different feelings right now. It will connect. By the way, despite Bucky X Reader always being endgame, I do have a special place in my heart for Bucky and Ashlyn in a way I hope some will learn to understand.

@rebloggingmyrecs​ @kjdara​ @angstsebfan @lethallyprotected​ @lilfuturescars​ @ccmarvelxx​ @thesneakylittleminx​ @empress-of-riva @death-unbecomes-you​ @sonicisnotsober​ @sebsgirl71479 @prettywhenicry4​ @dhoruwolfie​

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #bucky x you #marvel fanfic #fanfiction

[pocket-deer-boy]

Sending anon hate

I fucking hate avocado. I don't get the appeal.

You though? You're neat c: honestly a great help in letting me love my body <3 thank you!

oh GOD i hate avocado. the worst kind of squishy texture and the flavor alone doesn't make up for it. Mostly good as guacamole though i do enjoy a little bit of guac with my nachos

[cloudymindddd]

Day 57 Food Log

breakfast:

skipped

lunch:

greek salad (350)

dinner:

2 shrimp tacos (300)

hand full of tortilla chips w guac (~230)

snacks:

sugar free caramel ice cream (200)

Total: 1080

Burned: -340

Net: 740

not a terrible day but I did get dinner at a restaurant which always sends me into a panic bc the calories are guesstimates and I’m always scared it’s actually higher. but I stuck to a healthy choice and didn’t finish my plate so 👏🏼 spent the whole morning doing yard work and then walked around the rest of the day so at least I was burning c@ls

#st4rv1ng #mealsp0 #starv1ng #⭐️vation goals #@tw edd #b0dii chexx #body ch3ck #anaprincess #light as a 🪶 #tw numbers

[wardenparker]

Dang girl I know so many of these because ilysm already BUT PLEASE POR FAVOR the weirdly specific asks: 12, 1, and 2, and a cowboy for your troubles.

JULES MY BELOVED. Okay, here goes...

12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

The fanciest face/skincare product I own is by Sunday Riley and it is soooooo luxurious. I feel like a classy lady in a black and white movie whenever I use it. But on a daily basis I use Sephora brand and it's super kind to my awful combination skin.

1. chipotle order?

Ooo, I rarely order from there but when I do it's always a burrito bowl. Combo chicken and pork, with fajita veggies, pico, and cheese. Guac and chips on the side. Mmmm now I want Tex Mex 😂

2. thoughts on veganism?

I've had enough health issues in my life to always respect someone else's dietary choices. Veganism takes dedication and discipline, and is often a healthy choice given processed alternatives. I enjoy vegan recipes, and cooking for my vegan/vegetarian friends from time to time. However, it isn't for me.

Send Me a Weirdly Specific Ask!

#friday night fun #inbox games

[littlemisslol-fic]

If you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn't matter, let's get to know the person behind the blog <3

:b

AHHHH THANK U okay okay okay uhhh

1. I know how to mig/tig weld because it's a big part of my day job; my welding helmet has a couple of cute kitty stickers on it to keep the big gruff manly-man types from stealing it

2. I have over 800 hours logged in stardew valley!! Split across PC and Ps4, but still

3. My favorite type of takeout is burritos, there's a local place in my city that makes the beeeeesssst guac and I could literally drown in it and be happy

This was fun!!! Thank you for sending it to me 🥰🥰🥰

#asks

[autisticempathydaemon]

hi!!! here’s my responses to the ask thing lol

have fun!! tyt <3

* ceilings- lizzie mcalpine: verse 2, the chorus and outro! because first of all, the second verse is so pretty and it reminds me of the listener of the verge accident; the chorus because it’s so relatable to me for personal reasons; the outro because it’s so beautiful and i love how it feels like a coming of age moment out of a movie

* type six- the loyal guardian

* kind of, i don’t know if these count but i love watching long documentaries on true crime or the life of artists who passed away

* i’m not sure if i had one tbh; i did. have a great imagination and played outside a lot as a kid, but i don’t remember having an imaginary friend

* i need some sort of sound and a little bit of light to fall asleep; i hate total silence and i don’t like being in complete darkness; as of over a year now i usually fall asleep to redacted sleep aids if i’m not tired enough

* interesting question; idk if i’d change my name now, but if i did it would probably be something unique like Aline (which is my lovely’s name actually!) fun fact when i was younger i did wanna change my name to Skylar for some reason

* THIS IS TOO HARD I HAVE SO MANY FAVORITES- ughhhh my top favorite is a tie between probably huxley’s confession audio, and the recent avior audio; huxley because the bridging and relationship is beautiful, and avior because i love the storyline and relationship too

* blake. like i see so many blake apologists and i’m like w h y ? i ofc listen to his audios because of the plot, and the sleep aid is actually good, but i just don’t understand the hype about a dude who kidnapped people, whether it was to save his friend or not.

* it’s a mix of the maze runner and the hunger games, i grew up with it so of course i know it. also all of the hsm movies and most og disney channel movies- i love them to this day.

* i would LOVE to be friends with asher, he just seems like the kind of guy you’d go to for ANYTHING, whether it’s to hang out or to rant about the bad stuff going on in you’re life; i’d love to have him as a friend!

* this is something i haven’t thought about- i think i rant about the kind of day i’m going to have tomorrow?

* coca-cola slurpee, a water and a sweet and salty combo, like a kit kat and these guac chips i love

* my fav playlist is one i made with all 5sos and 1D songs…

* tiktok, i gave into it in quarantine and now i’m addicted.

* well, i’m an aries, i’m 5’7, i love video games and musicals, and my love language is a mix of physical touch and quality time :)

Everything here- the enneagram type, the movie choices, the music taste, even the boys you don’t like- wants me to point you in the direction of our favorite best friend turned boyfriend, dreamwalker, Elliott.

I don’t know about you, but, for me, DCOMs and One Direction are so wonderfully nostalgic; they remind me of, like, youth and high school and all that comes with it. Elliott also gives me that vibe, of something slash someone that’s comfortable and joyful and timeless, that continues to brighten up your life. Your relationship would be so full of love and long car rides screaming What Makes You Beautiful and sending silly Tiktoks instead of good morning texts and outdated Cadet Kelly references only the two of you understand.

That’s also why I like him for you as a Type Six, as Sixes tend to desire support and security in life and a partner, someone they can rely on. Elliott, both as a friend and a partner, is immensely dependable and caring. He would always be looking out for you, and honestly? Man’s was- what, the top of his class at Dream Manipulation something or other? He’s a big shot. He could support you emotionally and financially, and that’s attractive.

Song:

Soft shock, put a spring in my step/ We touch and it's static/ This love's cinematic/ Where does dreaming end and waking begin?

I thought really hard about choosing a 1D song for this, but I wanted to pick something new. Also, I’ve been holding onto this song, just waiting for someone to get Elliott, and I will not let this opportunity pass me by. It’s a little lofi, a little pining and sweet… it even mentions dreaming. It was made for y’all!

Runner-Ups:

Huxley works really well with both your Ennegram type and love languages; I stick by him being a fantastic match for a Six, and I can’t imagine anyone better to receive Physical Touch from than him. Guy, I like for you because I one hundred percent believe that man genuinely, unironically loves a good boy band and isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Note: tiktok got us all during quarantine I feel that

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[awsugar]

ray’s gonna start sharing food recipes on instagram

THAT i would like to see....i need to compare guac recipes

send me your 2023 mcr predictions!

#anonymous #asks

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Part 5 I think.

Amanda: Gordon is sick. The DOCTOR is sick

Lawrence: it isn't unheard of.

John: do you need anything?

Lawrence: rest, fluids, Tylenol or anything to keep the fever down

Jill: I'll bring some by when I get off tonight

Lawrence: thank you Jill

Mark: it's oddly quiet. Where's Adam? Shouldn't he be screaming about how Gordon is dying or some shit?

Amanda: no clue. William?

William: I'm not even in town. How am I supposed to know?

Mark: idk aren't you like horse girlfriends are something

William: no

Logan: I saw him leave this morning around 8

John: it's 4:30. He's been gone 8 and a half hours without sending a message. I don’t like this.

Mark: last time that happened he was in Texas with Schenk

William: it was a fun few days. Horseback riding, watching Adam get scared by the lions roaring at the zoo.

Amanda: thank you for the videos of both incidents. They're hilarious to watch.

William: no problem.

William: he also accidentally propositions a trucker at Waffle House

Logan: I have questions

Jill: Lawrence was asleep when I came by. Someone tell him I put medicine in his cabinet.

Mark: he says thank you

Jill: no problem at all

William: guys it's been 12 hours with nothing from Adam.

Amanda: I hope he's okay

Mark: search party?

John: I'll stay with Lawrence. You all go out and give me updates.

Logan: he's not at the library

Mark: he doesn't read. Not at the arcade

Amanda: not at the diner

Mark: grocery store clear

Logan: bar clear

Amanda: lake clear

John: he's not answering his phone.

Amanda: ice cream shop clear

William: this is concerning

Logan: Mexican restaurant clear. Anybody want dinner?

Mark: I sent you the normal orders

Logan: I saw. Thank you.

Amanda: extra guac please

John: everyone come back. We can have dinner and then figure out what to do about Adam.

Logan: someone come help me with the food.

Jill: I called Adam's phone. An employee from Hot Topic at a mall 3 states over answered. They remember Adam. He dropped his phone and just kept going. They tried to find him. They said that if he doesn't come get it by closing tomorrow they can discuss sending it back with a manager.

John: thank you Jill

William: 3 states over? What the hell is he doing?

Mark: you're out of town. What the hell are you doing?

William: steak out with Zeke Banks

Amanda: I don't believe you.

*William Emmerson sent a photo*

Amanda: he looks bored

William: we are bored

Amanda: kiss him

William: that's unprofessional

Mark: you're a Jigsaw Killer apprentice. You kill your colleagues.

Mark: and you think kissing your coworker is unprofessional

Amanda: weak dude

Logan: don't listen to them. They're just jealous and horny

Mark: horny yes. Jealous no.

Amanda: horny yes. Jealous yes. Touch starved yes. Someone just hold me please.

John: 📯📯📯

Mark: I regret teaching you emojis

John: 😂😂🤣🤣

John: any word from Adam? 🚶‍♂️

Amanda: no

Lawrence: I'm worried about him. Should we file a missing persons report?

John: if he's not back by tomorrow morning ☀

William: I forgot my keys. Is anyone awake to let me in

Lawrence: I am

John: 24 hours nothing from Adam. I'm going to fill out a missing persons

Amanda: are you still sick Lawrence?

Lawrence: I feel much better thanks.

John: Adam just called. He's fine. He realized he lost his phone. Decided to stay at a hotel so he could go back to get it and got drunk and was hungover. He just got his phone back. He's driving back today. His phone is charging.

William: I'm glad he's okay

Lawrence: me too

Amanda: yay

Mark: oh joy he's back

Logan: I just talked to him. Work brought me out a little ways. So he's picking me up on his way in.

Adam: hey guys I live.

Mark: how disappointing

Adam: rude. I was out getting Christmas presents. I may have also spend waaaaaayyyy too much money at build a bear.

John: don't text and drive

Adam: stopped for lunch.

Adam: LAWRENCE IS DYING?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!??!!???

This series is fun and quick and easy to write. It doesn't take both of my brain cells as I suffer from writers block and brain rot. I'm enjoying writing this now crack fic. Hope yall enjoy it too.

#saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #leigh whannell #amanda young #john kramer #mark hoffman #saw fanfic #tobin bell

[potatoes-tomatoes]

Those questions are all so good, I can't pick!

1-30 pls? The ones you feel like doing 🫶

I have special interest in your thoughts on veganism tho

chipotle order?

carnitas bowl with pinto beans lettuce tomatoes crema guac and cheese

2. thoughts on veganism?

ain’t for me. I wasn’t born and raised to say no to meat as a hispanic texan. I feel it’s too self righteous a lifestyle, and somethin that’s very…hm… class restricted I’ll say. You gotta be able to afford sayin no to animal products. I understand in practice it’s so that one doesn’t partake in the loss of life or harm to an animal… but it’s like, why restrict that guilt to animals? Why restrict it to signals only we easily perceive? Trees and plants communicate to each other too, they also send their own signals of distress when in danger. They’re their own form of sentient. Whatever we eat, we are taking some or all the life of. (I guess except for eggs? bc that's just chicken period) That’s just something we must accept.

Also sometimes the marketing for it I find is funny. “vegan leather” you mean synthetic shit?? "yeah I'm sippin outta my vegan cup oh what brand is it you ask heh, Solo." like c'mon man. get outta here.

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

I believe all colors have the potential to be beautiful within the right palette

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

answered!

5. Favorite form of potato?

Frenchly Fried

6. do you use a watch?

nah just my phone

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

the seals

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

ya my pjs (old shirt and sweats)

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

wash my face with face cleanser, put on moisturizer. every other day or so I put on an innisfree mask.

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

I ask for a coffee with two creams and no sugar.

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

Oh many things, i got a bin full of em. sketchbooks, elementary yearbooks, diaries. My prized posession is my first stuffed bear, Clover. She’s stuck with me since I was 6 years old!

12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

;–; none of them they all did me dirty. and I get too overwhelmed to look into what brands are the cheapest and best for my skin/hair.

13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?

stealing money to pay off my goddamn loans. That or I'd like to know who directly could cancel my loans (like is there a. like a "cancel loan" button on a computer or what. who's in charge of that button. I'm so smart guys I know exactly how the banking system works) so I could spook them into getting it done for me. I wouldn't hurt anyone, but I'd look the part to get them to do what I want.

14. do you think you’re dehydrated?

nah i drink plenty water.

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

oof that’s tough. They all seem equal to me.

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

LOVE LOVE LOVE!!

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

I often check to see if my back is straight or if I’m not pursing my lips

18. your boba/tea order

matcha or taro, blended.

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

lima beans eughhh

20. favorite disney princess movie?

Tangled

21. a number that weirds you out?

my ex's (badum tsh)

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I am in possession of only one water bottle

23. do you wear jewelry?

no. I own some though for some reason.

24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

American, but I prefer using the british grey instead of american gray.

25. would you say you have good taste in music?

My taste in music is the only thing abt myself I’m confident in hgjkfd yes I would say so.

26. how’s your spice tolerance?

Take a look at my hispanic card you’ll see “güerita“ in bright bold lettering. 

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

jeans and a t-shirt with my chanclas 

28. last meal on earth?

Fettuccine Alfredo

29. preferred pasta noodle?

Bowties, they funky

30. ask me anything !

well gosh how am I supposed to answer this one y’aint sent me nothin on it pinsky XD 

#I do my best to research stuff I don't like so if i have any vegan followers who got choice words to say to me by all means come my way #cel speaks #cel answers

[cappurrccino]

juri this Twitter But Tumblr skin is too much for my fucking brain right now, anyway have some asks for that: chipotle order? rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning, first thing you’re doing in the purge? :)

isn't that theme purely monstrous??? i love it so much jskldjfksld

1. chipotle order?

burrito bowl, baybee! white rice, barbacoa, black beans, a bit of lettuce, salsa if i'm feelin' it, and as much guac as they'll give me!

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

hmm... i think freezing probably ranks higher than the other two bc while it would still suck, you can just go to sleep. burning and drowning i think are tied for The Worst™

13. first thing you’re doing in the purge?

raiding the FUCK out of a bookstore. will i have shelf space for all my pilfered goods? no! will it matter? absolutely not! i shall simply create a throne of books and reign supreme over my own pirate library

[ send me a weirdly specific ask! ]

#//juri answers #ask games #thanks!!! #i am hungry for chipotle now but my mouth wound will not allow it aiat...

[theharrowing]

hiiiiiiiiiii harrow my LOVE i am hungry so here are a bunch of food related asks from that absolutely delightful list: 1, 18, 16

happy jk’s bellybutton day!!!!!! 😂💛🥰💗

HELLOOOOO MG, MY LOVE!!!!!! 💓💜💖😻

JKS BELLY BUTTON DAY 💀💀💀 what a blessed day it is. 🙏

1. chipotle order?

i don't really go to chipotle, so let me look at the menu and see what i would get, please hold...........................ok this chicken al pastor burrito bowl looks good as hell, esp. if their chips are nice and salty lmao. with white rice, black beans, and every salsa??????? they all look good......green, red, corn, fuck it up. overpriced guac, let's go. AND THAT QUESO BLANCO i remember that. oh shit, watermelon limeade??????????? that sounds good.

i might have to go to chipotle this week. 👀👀👀

18. your boba/tea order?

my go-to if they have it is COFFEE JELLY and i like it with oolong or jasmine, with lavender or lychee. a lychee jelly and a coffee jelly are a nice sweet and semi-bitter flavor.

or i will check out the menu and see what they do in-house. i love peach, watermelon, jasmine...always 50% sweet or less, because i am not a huge fan of drinks being too sweet, (and i have an autoimmune thing that is triggered by sugar.) i'm not a huge fan of actual boba, because sometimes the texture is a little too squishy, but i love the ones that pop, and i am always excited for a nice thick layer of jelly and fruit bits.

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

I LOVE MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP. i love mint and chocolate as a combo, in general. even the really minty mint that tastes like toothpaste. 😋😋😋 i could go for a dish of mint choco ice cream.

THANK YOU FOR ASKING! 🍟🌯🌮🍨 I HOPE YOU GET SOME FOOD SOON!!!

send me some asks! 💝

#mgthecat #i love my moots #especially the lovely mg #ask game #getting to know me #you've got mail 💌