#feelmyroarrrr

[littlefreya]

Found a new Gus Phillips look a like

😁

Cannot unsee

[captainscanadian]

Welcome back

Why, thank you! It's so good to be back! How are you? <3

[sillyrabbit81]

I've told schauz this, but the mullet pic makes me believe I could tug on it whilst pegging him

So that’s two things to tug on, yeah?

❤️ Rabbit

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Going to the fair with frankie and him wanting to get a couple of strips of photos from the photo booth, the first set are all silly faces, the second set more serious and passionate

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

Warnings: None. Just a fun and flirty time with Frankie.

A/N: This is so fun and cute. Definitely something Frankie would love to do.

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

The crowd at the fair only seemed to grow the later you two were there. You had sat down to wait for Frankie who was ordering funnel cake for the both of you. You looked up at the sky, which had taken on that beautiful purple and pink hue from the setting sun, and smiled.

“I gotta take you up there again one day during the sunset. It’s even better up close,” Frankie said as he placed a funnel cake in front of you.

“I bet.” You smiled at him. He say beside you with his own funnel cake. “I thought we were gonna share,” you said.

“Babe, you never share yours...”

“What? Yes, I do.” You pouted.

“Okay, but you only leave me a corner and then cry to me about how you have a stomachache.” He broke a piece of funnel cake off and ate it, leaving a few spots of powdered sugar in his mustache and beard. You chuckled. “What?”

“Sugar.” You moved closer and he must have thought you were going to kiss him because he puckered his lips. “No, I mean you have sugar here...” You wiped his mustache, “...and here.” Then his beard. “This is a stubborn spot.” You rubbed at a spot in his beard until you realized. “Oh...those are grey hairs.” He frowned immediately and you cracked up.

“Very funny.” He ate quietly then looked at you. “Sugar,” he said but when he moved in, he kissed you. “Got it.”

“Smooth,” you said before feeding him some of your funnel cake. He sucked on your finger a bit and you looked around. “Frankie...behave.”

“Let’s hurry up and finish. I still have one more thing I wanna do,” he said excitedly.

“It’s not another game is it? We’ve already had to run back to the truck twice to put our prizes away. If you win any more stuffed animals our place will be overrun.”

“No, it’s not a game. Promise.” He smiled adorably and you poked his dimple.

Frankie held your hand and guided you through the crowd, looking around as though he was lost.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“You’ll see.” He walked you a bit further. “Ah ha! Found it. Come on.” He sprinted now and pulled you along. You finally saw where he was taking you.

“Photo booth? Frankie...I look a mess,” you complained.

“Impossible.” He pulled you into the booth and you both sat down. “Funny faces?” he asked and you nodded. You two posed in the silliest ways you could and at some point his hat ended up on your head. “Okay, next time we’ll be serious,” he said.

“Okay,” you giggled before clearing your throat and taking his hat off your head. He put more money in before turning to you and winking. You moved closer and before you knew it, you were kissing him. He was kissing you. The photo booth was catching it all--the small breaks in between kisses, the way you pressed your foreheads together and smiled at one another and, of course, the kisses. By the end of it, you were on his lap and his hands were under your shirt, warm against your back. You pulled away in a daze, blinking slowly.

“Wait...did it take the pictures?” you asked.

“I think so,” he murmured, still staring at your lips.

“We’re acting like two horny teenagers,” you joked.

“And now we have proof of it.” He chuckled as you slid off his lap and picked his hat up from the ground. You dusted it off then placed it on his head. “Thanks, babe.” He kissed you again and you moaned quietly before pulling away.

“Others could be waiting,” you said. Frankie whined as you stood up and walked out the booth. You grabbed the photo strips and smiled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Look at us.”

“Still the hottest couple ever, huh?” He kissed your cheek and moved away. You turned and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “Ready to go home?” he asked.

“Yeah but...can we get another funnel cake before we go?”

“Of course...sugar.” He gave you a quick kiss then led you through the crowd.

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[impala-dreamer]

[avengerscompound]

[kittenofdoomage]

Yeah I bet you would watch henry swing his "sword"

He could slap me round the face with it and I’d thank him

[winterhawkkisses]

13 "sleeping with you was the best sleep I've gotten in years" please

960.

“Obviously I slept with him,” Clint said, tucking the phone into the crook of his neck so he could refill the coffee machine. He shrugged when she sighed at him, knowing she’d be able to translate the hiss of his shirt right. “I don’t know what else you expected me to do.” 

“Can you blame me for worrying?” 

He couldn’t, that was the thing. He was fully and precisely aware of how much he had fucked up, last night. It was hard to regret, what with the easy warm lassitude that always came after really fucking good sex, but he knew - from plenty of past experience - exactly what was gonna come later. He’d considered getting one of those wall signs - it has been 398 days since Clint last broke his own heart - but Steve hung out at his every now and again and Clint knew he’d take it as a personal affront. As far as he was concerned, Bucky could do no wrong, and Clint was kinda in the same boat; that was most of the problem. 

Clint let out a long breath. 

“I’m sorry, Tasha,” he said. 

“I’m not the one you should be apologising to,” she said, and he huffed out a laugh. 

“Yeah, well, the bed was still warm when I woke up, he’s not been gone that long so I’m not sorry for myself just yet. Gimme twenty four hours and I’ll come cry on your couch, okay?” 

“Bring pizza,” she said, and hung up. 

Clint tossed his phone onto the counter and then leaned back against it, folding his arms across his chest. There were a couple mouth-bitten bruises - on the small of his back, on his left pec - that sparked some pain with the movement, and they’d still be a good reminder for a couple hours yet. 

He was gonna enjoy it while he could. He’d done this enough to be able to tell almost down to the minute when the ache was gonna turn hollow. But he didn’t bother telling himself it was the last time, this time, ‘cos his therapist thought lying to himself was unproductive, and Clint had fallen in love with Bucky Barnes thirteen years ago and hadn’t been able to stay away from him since. 

Bucky wasn’t a settling down type, and Clint had known that as soon as he’d met him, maybe even before. Steve told them all stories about his buddy the war photographer, although an IED and a pretty severe case of PTSD had turned war to wildlife not far in. He flew around the world for his job, just dropping back to New York every now and again to hang out with Steve and turn Clint’s world upside down. 

When Clint wanted to wallow he checked out Bucky’s Instagram, the parade of gorgeous men and women, the beautiful places and the beautiful sights and Bucky out there in the middle of it, grinning like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. 

Good to be home, it’d said two days ago, a selfie of grey streets and greasy New York pizza, and Clint had braced himself for the way Bucky would smile at him across the booth in their local bar. 

There was the scrabble of claws and Lucky let out a bark, racing to the door. Clint followed him over, tugging his sweatpants a little way up ‘cos his tenants had seen to much of him already, and opened the door. 

His mouth dropped open. 

He wasn’t used to Bucky in person, in daylight, and it was devastating in a whole new way. 

Bucky’s hair was a little mussed, and his grin was a little crooked, and he had a bakery bag squashed under his arm and a coffee takeout tray balanced carefully on his prosthetic. 

“You gonna let me in?” he said, and Clint stepped back automatically, off-balance and entirely off his guard. 

Bucky crossed to the counter and carefully set down the breakfast he’d brought, Clint watching him like he was some kinda dream. He still leaned down into it, though, when Bucky crossed back over to kiss him, softer and slower than they usually managed, lighting up everything inside Clint’s chest. 

“I don’t think I understand,” he said, and Bucky bit his lip and ducked his head, and Clint reached out to tuck his hair behind his ear so he could have some hope of understanding the look on his face. 

“Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years,” he said, “except for the last times I was here.” He looked up to meet Clint’s eyes, and his looked different in the daylight. Paler and more vulnerable maybe, less deliberate and less planned. “I’m gonna be around a little while,” he said, and offered a little smile that was tied directly to something in Clint’s gut. “I was hoping maybe I could stay.”