#strvckdumb

[whattheactualass]

   @strvckdumb

☺ ✖ – Lettuce falls to his sweatpants covered legs as he watches the other man babble, rant. The TV on in the background of his shitty apartment as Wade crumples up his taco wrapper, stuffing in another bite.  He doesn’t let many into his apartment, not really. There’s a line of trust there. One that came with the sight of messy, haphazardly tossed shoes. Messy laundry, and a mysterious trail of stains towards the bathroom.  But Scott’s moved up, been over a handful of times and never batted an eye at the state of Wade’s residence. Just settled in for what Wade has deemed “AntPool Sleepovers” with the occasional dash of Cassie that had Wade shoving his shit into the once-occupied-turned-storage-space spare room and the twist of a lock.  There’s a crunch as he stuffs the rest of his taco into his mouth, long legs lazily scrunched and stealing half of the couch as he watches the other speak, keeping his own mouth preoccupied as he shoves in the last half of his taco and dusts the droppings from his clothes and into the floor.  He’ll get to that later.  “I get it. Sucks that he’s dead, but doesn’t mean he should get away with treating you shitty,” it comes with half his food chewed. A roll of his shoulder. “No judgement here, buggy boy. Rant freely. Let your heart ascend or some shit.” He points a finger to the other man, gives a bunch of lips before he’s moving to grab another taco from the pile on the table. “Actually, I can pull up a chair. I got a notebook for this kind of shit. We can play therapist and patient, if you want, minus the sex bit. Unless you’re into that.”  

[mxndwitch]

❛   Knock It off that tickles ! ❜ - Scott

SHIPPY-ISH/FLUFF-ISH STARTERS

                “Oh really? What exactly? This -”, Wanda reached out to poke her finger into his side. “Or this?” She used the lettuce in her hand to tickle Scott under the chin. They were TRYING to cook, but it was turning into a full blown chaos, mostly because they were completely goofy and not taking things seriously.

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[demonwolfofhydra]

| continued from this ask | @strvckdumb | 

“Hurry up!” he giggles practically skipping down the stairs his small body vibrating with excitement. ‘Gingerbread cookies! The absolute best kind part of the holidays!’ He thought with a grin. The first thing the boy had done when he got up this morning was go wake up Brock needing his help to make the cookies as well as wanting to share the experience with his new friend. 

“Let’s go! We gots cookies to make!” He jumps off the last step and hurries to the kitchen, a look of determination on his face. ‘Butter and eggs. Sounds simple enough. He can do that!’ With a nod to himself he reaches into the fridge and pulls out the necessary items. 

The boy struggles for a moment with keeping his grip on the carton of eggs, the butter perched precariously on the top, and almost walks right into Brock’s elbow when the other reached into the fridge. He manages to not spill anything and grins up at Brock. 

“I gots it. I gots it.” he replies, reaching up to place the items on the counter, only to find that he’s too short, “Uh oh. I don’t gots it.”  

[regenticons]

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[demonwolfofhydra]

| closed starter for @strvckdumb |

"привет там, что делаю? вам не холодно? человек на телевидении говорит, что он должен снег. Вы хотите чашку какао? мой папа делает все возможное." ("hi there, whatcha doing? aren't you cold? the man on the tv says it's supposed to snow. do you want a cup of cocoa? my papa makes the best.") Sasha smiles warmly up at the older man. His mama told him not to talk to strangers but he was bored. His mama and papa were off doing grown-up stuff and he had no one to play with. Maybe the older man will play with him, but first the man needs to get warm. He looks really cold. His nose was red! Mama says that’s a sign of being cold. 

[demonwolfofhydra]

Brock normally calls Sasha “shit head” or “little shit” but when he’s feeling nice he’ll call em “Princess”

amazing. perfect. can definitely picture it. sasha pretends to hate it, but deep down ya know he loves it. and that he loves Brock. 

is it bad i can picture brock using the nickname ‘princess’ during sex? like calling sasha his ‘princess’ or ‘be a good princess’ idk

@strvckdumb

[archerdeafenedmoved]

“ stop messing with your IV. ” - Rumlow

        he didn’t hear the warning rumlow issues—hearing aids were gone. broken in the fight that put him there. not that he could remember much about it. must’ve hit his head pretty damn hard —and reached once more for the needle stuck in him. it itched. he wanted it out. he wanted it out right then. just before he got a good grip on the dressing holding it in place, he saw rumlow shake his head with a look of irritation(?) and speak, gesturing at the iv in his arm. the meaning was clear despite the silence, despite the fog in his head. don’t do that. 

      “what happened?”  he hoped that he was not slurring his words.  “why’re you here?”

@strvckdumb

[sparkveins-a]

strvckdumb replied to your photo “I found the worlds greates grandma”

“wHERE ARE MY ARMS”

         “i think they forgot to give you them, you can live without arms, right?”