#I LOVE THE ANGST

[zuppizup]

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Me, side eyeing In Absentia: ... could still happen 😬

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[panpanix]

Yoooo just started season 3 of fable

can’t wait for my favs to get even angstier

[aceofwhump]

Good Omens 2x06

[eh-33]

Something interesting about MotA - especially in these last few eps in the PoW camp - is that while Bucky is the one outwardly struggling, and Callum is doing a fantastic job showing that in his performance. Buck is looking worse every episode compared to Bucky - and maybe this is related to the make-up and just how much slimmer Austin is to Callum, but they’ve done a very good job of making Austin look really tired and off-colour.

So if you looked at a photo of Buck and Bucky next to each other with no context, you’d think Buck is the one falling apart, and I think this is a good way to contrast what you’d expect to be happening and subvert what’s going on. That the ‘loud’ Bucky is actually struggling more outwardly than the more reserved Buck is a good way to make things different and creates a cool narrative.

Now don’t get me wrong I’m a sucker for angst and for the fics about people noticing how pretty Buck is - because Austin is a beautiful human - or how Buck is johns weakness, and the angst and protective Bucky that comes from it. But I think it’s neat to have Austin looking more weak every episode but Callum be the character that is struggling more.

But please, any fic writers out there, I love protective Bucky, so keep going with that. Please and thank you.

[sserrafeim]

I love it when they’re brothers and they love each other dearly but their relationship is terrible

[inkedfictionista]

Some bittersweet moments ✨

[fujunfuren]

I’m sorry.  No. I’m sorry. Han Seong Ok. Be Well.

BETWEEN HIM AND HER (2023 -2024)

[rosemaroon]

okay so i'm reading a hannigram fic where hannibal after the fall has gone mute due to the trauma and will has to deal with, well, all of that, AND OH MY GOD MY HEART IS BREAKING, HANNIBAL IS SO VULNERABLE AND SENSITIVE IN THIS FIC, LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CRIES MULTIPLE TIMES??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CRIES BECAUSE SOMETIMES WILL'S A DICK AND SOMETIMES BECAUSE HE LOVES WILL SO MUCH??? My heart cannot deal with all of this

[makeoutstopcrime]

me when chenford angst

[general-dweebous]

I need more Miguel O’Hara fluff/angst that doesn’t get rid of his brooding, sarcastic, angry personality

Don’t get me wrong, I love it when big scary guys somehow have a soft side, but I like it best when it’s only for you. You know?

I still want him angry. I want him brooding. I want him big, scary, and intimidating. I want to fight, I want to bicker, I want to get on eachother’s nerves.

But I want it to be our thing. He looks for me in every room, but rolls his eyes when he sees me as if he wasn’t hoping I’d be there. When I don’t bicker back, he worries. When I’m not there, he’s bored. I want him to groan at me like he does with Lyla when she pushes his buttons, but in the same moment intimidate a man away from me because he’s possessive. Protective? Whatever he tries to play it off as.

I need more of it, more of him- but as himself

[ambeeuk]

@depraveddame hitting us where it hurts. No porn this time, just the bandstand, you know what that means people...

[panpanix]

Yoooo new hyperfixation just dropped, time for it to be the only thing I think about for months. Please talk to me about it, the little guys need to be talked about.

[uselessgay10101]

Here's to hoping Wife (Ava) forgives us

[guiltymepleasures]

So despite being hesitant to start an ongoing drama, I just watched the first four episodes of Lovely Runner and all I can say is...

Where are all the rest of the show? Give it to me now.

[mermaidxatxheart]

It’s Always You {4}

A/N: I know it’s been a while. I didn’t think I’d be looking at this story again, but the mood has struck. So here we are. If you guys like my work, please consider reblogging. It’s the best way to share my work with others who might also love it. Comments keep me motivated.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Ava

Warnings: swearing, sass, mentions of pain and Sam. I love that man. Yall get Sam in scrubs in the next chapter 👀

Summary per chapter: Ava is certain about what she saw in her dream vision. Immediately calling Steve, she explains and suddenly her accident may not have been just an accident. Also Steve is an old man and Sam finds it pretty amusing.

Word Count: 1618

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Previous chapter

My eyes flutter open and my whole chest hurts, but it’s not a physical pain-it’s something emotional. Something in my gut tells me Steve would want to know about this. I reach for my phone in the bedside table drawer.

“You’re awake.” Jonathan says from next to me.

I let out a small groan. This asshole again. He just can’t understand ‘stay away’. “Is there any water?” My throat is rough.

“I’ll have to go get some.”

“Please?”

He heaves a little sigh and I’m annoyed at him; it burns low in my belly. He gets up and heads to the door, the plastic pitcher in his hand. As soon as the door clicks shut, I scramble for the phone, every move making my body scream. I find Steve’s number and press send, calling him.

“Hello?” He mumbles after three rings, clearly, he had been asleep.

“Steve? Michael was getting married. We went ring shopping.”

There’s silence for a minute and I keep my eyes trained on the door.

“You remembered?”

“I remember us going ring shopping and I asked him if he gave something to his boss? I think. It’s fuzzy now, but he...” I let out a quiet, frustrated groan. “It was right there, on the tip of my tongue. I can’t remember now.”

“That’s okay. This helps.”

“Can we keep this a secret?” I ask and the door clicks open. I immediately hang up and open a game on my phone, turning it sideways while it loads, like I’ve been playing it the entire time. I turn the ringer off so that in case Steve calls back, Jonathan won’t know.

“I’ve got your water.” He says, coming back in.

“Thank you.”

“What are you playing?” He asks as he pours a small cup for me.

“Some sort of digging game?” I shrug. “It’s really addicting.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said when you downloaded it.” He smiles.

For some reason it makes me really uncomfortable when he keeps referring to the past I don’t remember. I turn the game off and set the phone in my lap. There’s a knock on my door and I look up, hoping to see Steve even though it would have been physically impossible since I literally just hung up on him, but instead it’s his friend, Wanda.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, setting flowers on my bedside table.

“Groggy. A lot sore. So, the usual.”

She’s holding a paper bag in her hand. “Have you been up long?” She asks, sitting on the other side of me.

“Not really. Did you bring me a present?”

She laughs. “I did.” She sets the bag on my bed and I pull out a stack of books.

“Italian.” I smile to myself and stack the books in front of me. “Thanks, Wanda.”

“I thought you might get bored when you’re not busy in rehab.”

“You’re learning Italian?” Jonathan asks, peering at the books.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Does he need minute to minute updates, or what? “Just curious.”

“I was hoping I could speak to you alone, Ava. I have some questions that you might be able to help me with.” She smiles apologetically at Jon and I can suddenly see why Steve keeps her around. She’s smart, and with her astounding good looks, she can get just about anyone to do what she wants.

“Oh. I guess. I’ll just be outside, baby.” He says and I bite back a groan. That fucking word again.

By this point, I get the feeling that Steve and Wanda might do some not so legal things, and I’m tempted to ask her to make Jonathan disappear completely. Not necessarily kill him, but I wouldn’t be sad if he got stranded on a deserted island any time soon. But that might be pushing this tenuous friendship I’m starting.

“What’s up?” I ask, looking at her.

She sits next to me and takes my hand, careful of all the IVs. “Steve called me while I was on my way here. He was worried when you just hung up on him.”

“Oh, someone—" I look pointedly to where Jonathan could be seen on the other side of the glass. “—was coming in, and I didn’t want him to overhear anything.”

“You don’t trust him?”

“At this point, Wanda, I’m not even sure I trust myself.”

“Then, and forgive me if this confuses you, but how do you know if you can trust me, and Steve?”

“Gut instinct? I don’t really know. You guys have been genuinely nice to me. When he’s nice, it feels fake--something forced. I don’t like it, I don’t buy it.”

“He asked me to bring the books since I was going to come by. I wanted to be here when you woke up. Steve’s really sorry he couldn’t come by, he didn’t want to... get you into trouble?” She says, but it’s more like a question, like she isn’t sure she has the phrasing right.

“Wanda, I don’t want to be here anymore.” I say quietly.

“We’re working on it. Just hang tight.” She smiles apologetically. “I have to ask. What did you remember?” She whispers.

“It was a dream just before I woke up. But I know it was a memory. We were going ring shopping. He was going to propose to someone. Kept going on about how she was the one.” I sigh, realizing now how weak it sounds. “I’m sorry it’s not more help.”

“Anything you remember is helpful.” She assures me.

“It seems small but I know it was important.” I frown.

The door opens and another nurse comes in. “Time for PT.” She says brightly.

“I think I’d rather be shot.” I mutter. I seize Wanda’s hand. “Don’t let him follow.”

“I won’t.” She promises. “Jonathan, can I ask you some questions?” I hear her start as I’m led away.

Another hour of torture.

On the bright side, my pain tolerance is increasing.

Steve

“Okay, Shuri, the scans should be sending now.” I say, tapping on the computer screen.

“Captain, it’s not a touch screen.” Shuri’s voice comes over the telephone.

“Oh. I thought everything was these days.”

“Not quite everything.” She’s laughing at me, I know it.

I find the right button. “Okay, now they’re sending.”

“I have them.” She’s silent for a moment before a strange noise sounds—warbled, an animal in pain. It takes me a long second to realize that noise was the Wakandan Princess. “What have they done?! They butchered her!”

“Can you fix it?” I ask.

“She should have been brought to me as soon as the accident happened, Captain. Maybe then she could have been good as new. But this? I can’t undo this. It would do more harm than good.”

“I didn’t get to her as soon as it happened. I only found out about it two weeks after. That’s when Tony contacted me.”

“It would be best if you could get her out of there before they decide she’s better off without a limb.”

“I’ll see what I can do. They just replaced her knee yesterday.”

“They did what?” She shouts.

I flinch at the feedback on my end. “And she has therapy.”

“She can complete her physical therapy here in Wakanda under our supervision. We have better facilities.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Shuri hangs up and I turn to my friend, Sam. “That went well,” Sam says, bemused.

I roll my eyes. “I don’t know how I’m going to get her out of there. Or if it’s even a good idea to move her right now.” I scratch at the back of my head.

“I looked into the guy she mentioned this morning. Michael. Turns out she was right; he bought a ring the week before her accident. I think that before she went into the coma she was trying to tell you that he wouldn’t have killed himself. If that’s the case... maybe her accident wasn’t an accident?”

“In that case, they may come back.” I sigh.

“All the more reason to move her. And that princess sounds terrifying.”

“Shuri’s not...” I hesitate. “Yeah, yeah she is.” I admit. “Anyway, looks like we have a house to break into. We need more information.”

“Finally.” Sam says happily.

***

My phone rings and I yank it out of my pocket to see Shuri’s face on the screen. “This is a really bad time, Princess.” I answer quietly. Taking a phone call while in the middle of breaking and entering is a terrible idea.

“Is she still in the hospital, Steve?” She asks, bypassing all the small talk.

“Yes. I haven’t had time to think of a plan yet.”

“Well, you better think of it quickly. They’re poisoning her.”

I freeze and Sam stops a foot behind me. “What?”

“I’ve just finished looking over her medical charts. Someone has added a medicine that shouldn’t be there. Someone at the hospital is involved.”

“Sam, get Wanda on the phone. Make sure Ava doesn’t take anything they give her. We’re getting her out of there tonight.”

“Not sooner?” He questions.

“If we take her now, people will notice. Nighttime, there’s less people, easier to sneak her out.”

Sam nods and steps away to make the quick phone call. I can hear his rushed whispering behind me.

“We’ve got it covered, Shuri. See you soon.” I hang up at the same time Sam does.

“What is she going to do there? She’ll be bored.”

“She has recovery to think about first. And then it’s up to her; if she wants to train, she can train. I know the perfect person to put her with. But it’s still her decision.”

Chapter five

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