#If this thing didn't have that stupid middle elevator part and instead opened up like an actual garden gate

[screamingwiththewolves]

Ok, slight rant here.

See these;

Mattel, these locker designs are nice. Every compartment can have a use. The 4 lockers on the right make for good display shelves for the little knick-knacks, and can double as storage. They are pretty flat so they can be stored fairly easily, and the key function is helpful for kids who want to take their doll and her accessories on the go. The inside is well decorated as well. Furthermore the whole gameplay with the keys is really fun. Overall, 10 out of 10 skulls.

THIS THING HOWEVER-

IS AWFUL!

like it's kind of cute, but good lord its so useless otherwise. The shelves on either side are SO small and don't create for good displays. The flipping slidey thing in the middle takes up SO. MUCH. ROOM for no benefit. The whole "reveal the outfit you put on your doll!" gameplay is just silly. I would not have used that function even once as a kid. Sliding your doll up a little elevator to show off her outfit to your friends (whom saw you dress up the doll) isn't fun. It just isn't. And the little elevator isn't fun as a display either, cause if you do it that way, the locker DOUBLES THE LENGTH IT TAKES UP! Furthermore, you can't even use this thing for storage cause of all the little holes in it. The only two plus's of this thing is that it's kind of cute and I bet you could turn the little elevator button into a necklace.

2 out of 10 skulls.

[rinstars]

pool party

pairing: suna x reader

genre: smut

word count: 2k+

tags: fingering, penetration, public sex, dacryphilia, size kink, a tiny bit of praise, degradation/humiliation, mention of toys, strangers/neighbors sex, overstimulation, multiple use of different names, kind of dubcon

description: when you decided to go for a swim in the middle of the night on the private pool of your apartment complex to relax and things took a different turn.

after getting through a whole week filled with nothing but paperworks, meetings, and deadlines – you need a good swim. that's what you tell yourself as you shuffle around your room to search for your phone and towel, setting it on the bed as you pick out a good bathing suit to wear for your little relaxing swim on the pool of your building.

it's close to midnight. surely, you would be the only one in the space, giving you the alone time you've been praying for the whole week. speeding along the hallways and into the elevator with your robe wrapped around your body, you feel excitement bubble through your stomach at the thought of finally getting rest.

you wait patiently, tapping your foot on the marble until the elevator opened, presenting you with a sight you did not expect to see. standing shirtless in the pool, with half of his body submerged into the water, is your neighbor suna rintaro.

the gasp that escaped your lips was unavoidable as you looked at the hard muscle of his abdomen littered with water droplets, his wet long hair pushed back from his face with a bored, nonchalant look. wetness started pooling on the bikini you're wearing, making you curse yourself in the head. truthfully, you haven't been able to release your frustrations for a whole week, so one could only guess how much you're aching to be touched.

refusing to look like a fool in front of suna, you decided against hopping back in the elevator and dismissing the idea of a swim. your nimble fingers reach the knot of your robe, undoing it before shrugging it off your shoulders and onto the floor. you didn't miss the way he watches you shamelessly, following your every move with a sharp gaze.

when you eventually dipped in the pool, you stayed as far from him as possible, scared if you were within close proximity, you would do something regrettable.

barely any light illuminates the pool, your bodies below the water almost invisible to the eye. an idea pops into your head, admittedly a stupid idea, but you couldn't ignore the throb between your legs. turning your back against suna, you let your fingers run from your stomach to the band of your bikini, slipping your fingers in and parting your folds open. you let out an inaudible gasp at the cold water enveloping your twitching bud.

you didn't move for a while, just letting yourself feel the cold water wash away the heat of your warm cunt. lost in the mild feeling of euphoria, you didn't hear the movement of someone getting close to you, the ripples he created in the water unnoticed. it wasn't until you felt someone grip your wrist from behind did you jump at the realization that suna must have noticed what you were trying to do.

wordlessly, he pulled your fingers away from inside your panties, tugging on the wrist he caught earlier. you let him, face flushed from combined embarrassment and arousal. his hard chest is pressed on your back, making you almost want to throw your head back and lean to him. he shifted a little, causing a hard muscle to bump in the middle of your thighs, making you to let out a disgruntled groan.

in your head, you thought fuck it and started to slowly push your behind to him, so your ass is resting on his hardening cock. however, cold and wrinkled fingers suddenly pressed on your clit, making you scream out. he slapped a hand on your mouth, pulling you closer to him as his fingers circle your clit with such ferocity.

"even the water can't wash away how fucking wet you are." he growls in your ear, nibbling on the lobe as he continues his torture on your twitching clit. you spread your legs father, allowing him to slip his fingers further in you. the pads of his calloused fingers reached your slit, pushing two fingers in it with warning.

"s-suna." you throw your head back, clenching your walls around him as he assaults your pussy with the repeated, harsh pumps of his digits. his tongue is latched on your neck, sucking bruises on the skin with his teeth.

"if you wanted me that bad, you should've just said so from the beginning, baby." he whispered with a teasing smile before inserting a third finger in you and stretching you out with his scissoring. you feel your legs tremble, losing the strength to stay still and standing, but the way he's ramming his fingers upwards keep you upright.

"you didn't know the walls separating us our thin?" he spoke with a teasing tone but you weren't able to catch on, until he continued. "you think i don't hear you moaning my name out as you pump toys in and out of your cunt, you fucking slut?"

you gasp, both at shock from the statement and the way he's fingering you knuckles deep now, with the addition of his thumb rubbing digits on your sensitive clit. you didn't know what to say at the statement. there's no point in denying something that's real.

instead, you rock on his finger, almost as if you're riding his fingers to orgasm. his other hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to him. you were going to close the distance for a kiss when he denied you and instead pushed your mouth open before spitting on it.

"swallow it, bunny." he instructs, watching you with animalistic eyes. arousal spreads through you even more as you swallow, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. he turns you on so much. you've been imagining his fingers in you since the moment he moved next door, the feeling of his beautiful athlete fingers splitting you apart.

you were about to release a large moan when he shushed you again, turning the both of you around. shock replaced the confusion written on your face as you heard approaching voices, eyes widening at the possibility of being caught.

"oh, you like that?" he laughed in your ear as his fingers started moving even faster than before (if that was even possible). "clenching at the thought of being caught, huh? what a dumb little slut you are."

it was all just too much – his dirty talk and long fingers fuelling your desire. your hips bucked for the last time as you cum around his fingers, coating his hand with your slick.

he retracted his hands away from your pussy but remained his hold around your body, facing the two other boys now swimming in the very same pool you're both in. you felt him nod in greeting as the others smiled back at both of you, noticing the way one of them stares at your breast a little longer than necessary.

they both swim a little closer to you and suna, starting a small talk you couldn't care to join in. not when all of your strength has been reduced to nothing just a few minutes ago.

you were nodding along to the conversation when you felt your panties being pushed aside, making you gasp when you realize that it is, in fact, suna's throbbing cock.

the guys snapped their attention to you when they heard you make the noise, asking you if you're fine. with a hard nod and a tight smile, you assure them it's nothing. with much effort, you feel the tip of his cock slip inside your tightening cunt, making you bite your lip to prevent a sound from escaping. in your head, you curse at the boys in front of you for making it way too difficult to act, but then you knew that this is exactly what suna wanted.

your harsh glare on the duo never faltered, not once, until one of them noticed and hurriedly tried to pull the other way, whispering something about how they're taking up too much of your time. a flood of relief washes over you, and the moment they're a good distance away, suna once again turns your back to where the audience are.

"what a good girl." his fingers brush the damp hair falling on your face. he angled his hips better before slowly continuing to ease in your little cunny.

you have always imagined suna was a big guy, from the way he's built and how ridiculously tall he looks. but what you didn't expect is that he was this huge. you have never failed to accommodate something when you're being penetrated, but half way in with suna and you're already overstimulated. by the time he's all the way in, you gasp as your fingers fly to your lower abdomen, feeling his tip all the way there.

"fuck, you're so – ahh, s-so big." you grip his forearms as he began slowly pushing his length balls deep. the coil in your stomach tightening by the minute as he continuously tortures you with the lazy buckles of his hips.

"please move faster, suna, p-please please." you beg him, tears lining the edge of your eyes and a broken sob makes its way out of your throat.

suna felt his cock twitching and hardening at the sight of your face, tears moistening your eyes with a pout etched on your lips. "when you imagine me fucking you do i go slow like this or do i split you apart with my cock, hmm?"

humiliation fills you at the thought of him hearing you get off to his name every night but you certainly can't stop now, not with his cock wrapped in your tightness at a public pool where people are also swimming. with a choke, "y-you split me apart your cock."

he didn't even need to reply after that as he pulls his cock all the way back before slamming all of him into you again. his tip repeatedly kissing the opening of your cervix, making you let out a rather loud moan. he pinched your clit at that, the other hand wrapped around your throat.

"do you want a show? make a sound again, baby, and i'll show them what kind of slut you are." he threatens, kissing your cheeks and temples as tears keep falling – from the pain of having to keep your voice down to escape humiliation.

the water below you is moving so rapidly that it's creating ripples and bubbles to the surface, paired with the squelching sounds from where your bodies meet each other. he fucks your cunt deep and hard, making you feel every protruding vein along with every inch of his skin.

"does this compare? to the toys you stuff your cunt with?" he taunts you, groaning as he feels you clamp down on him even tighter. when you refuse to open your mouth in fear of making a sound, suna pulls your bra down from your breast, exposing your nipples to the harsh cold air. you immediately trembled at the feeling, head falling down as your face contorts in bliss. you were sure if suna wasn't holding you by the neck, you would have submerged into the water already.

with a strained sound, you managed to say. "nothing c-compares. your cock is so fat, so g-good — a-ahh suna.. 'm so stuffed."

when his fingers swirl your nipples, pinching both sides as he pumps himself into you along with his whispered degradation in your ear, it was all just too much. you feel your vision turning white as orgasm bubbles through your body.

suna curses a string of fuck as he feels you squeeze the seed out of him, almost as if you're telling him to cum with you but refusing to let him go at the same time. "want to be my little cumdump, bunny? want me painting your insides white?"

you nod at him with eagerness, chin touching the knuckles of the hand on your throat as you cream around him one last time, releasing your sticky juice into his cock. soon after, he fills you up too. you feel the sticky liquid gushing and dancing inside you, trailing down your thighs as it overflows.

"no no no no, clench, my angel. don't let a single drop out." he hums in your ear before pulling away from you and placing your panties back in place after your bra.

you nod, clenching your walls before eventually collapsing in his arms from exhaustion. he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, "are we taking this to your house or mine?"

[writteninkat]

v - you look pretty stupid

word count: 1,657

"today was a fairytale"

index

Bakugou lets you pull him to a carnival the just opened, something even his mom hasn't visited yet. He look around, clicking his tongue at all the extras screaming and laughing. He then looks at you beside him, features softening at how your eyes sparkled and how your smile grew even bigger as you took in the view of all the rides.

He feels this unfamiliar feeling of his chest clenching- he suddenly felt a little out of breath and his palms began sweating as well as his tummy doing what felt like flips.

"'Suki! I wanna try that one first!" You point at the teacups that soin ariund but Bakugou doesn't miss the name you call him. He pulls his hand back, oulling you along with him. "Suki?" He asks, raising a brow.

You mentally face palm yourself at your mistake, writing down a mental note to bang your head against the wall once you got home.

"Ah-" You avoid his gaze, "That slipped right out, I didn't know where it came from." You chuckled nervously. "Sorry for that, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again-"

You look down at your wrist when you feel his hand tighten around it as he listens to you talk. He looks to the side, glaring at nothing. "I didn't mean- You can just-"

When he stops talking, you see the tips of his ears turn the faintest red, making you smirk. You lean towards him, tilting your head to the side to get a better look at his face. "Do you want me to call you that nickname, Katsuki Bakugou?"

His eyes snap at you and the soft look he had on just now is immediately replaced by an annoyed and angry one. "Of course not! Why would I want you calling me that?! It sounds stupid and-"

"Alright, alright." You laugh it off, "Let's just go enjoy the rides, alright? Suki?" You wrap an arm around his, not giving him a chance to reply as you're pulling him to the booth where you get your tickets for the teacup ride.

The both of you sit down, and you couldn't stop smiling in excitement as your heart pounds against your chest. It was a feeling similar to a while ago before the activity started but you anticipated this more.

"Hey dumbass, stopping grinning like that you look horrifying." Bakugou- no, Katsuki says, smirking as he spreads his arms on the edges. "Well excuse me for being so excited!" You squeak the last part when the ride suddenly starts off roughly, your body flying to the nearest thing, more like person beside you.

"Shit!" You yell, placing a hand on Katsuki's chest to try and push yourself off of him but the ride is throwing you towards him, aoinning the two of you in the large teacup.

"Hey dumbass! Get off of me!" Katsuki growls and you can't help but laugh, finding the entire thing hilarious. You lose your strength, letting the ride throw you against Katsuki, your side pressing up against him as you laugh loudly.

Katsuki thanks whatever is up there that you couldn't see the mad blush across his face right now. He's furrowing his brows and glaring quite forcefully as his arm slowly wraps itself around your shoulders.

I'm just making sure the idiot won't fly off the damn teacup. Katsuki reasons with himself, getting even more irritated at the fact that he thought he had to reason with himself.

The ride comes to an end and you're still laughing your butt off, feeling quite lazy as you step out of the circular ride. When you misstep and start falling to your right, Katsuki quickly scoops you in his arms, saving you from any embarrassment or injury.

"Thanks Suki." You laugh, letting him lead you off the elevated place as he quietly grumbles to himself. You continue pulling him towards different rides, may it be short roller coasters, long roller coasters, high roller coasters or wet roller coasters where they spray you with water as you come down from the hill.

By the time you finish with the rides, your stomach is growling and Katsuki is pulling you towards a tokoyaki and karaage shop. He sits you on the bench beside it which gives you a beautiful view of the river as the colorful and pretty carnival lights reflect on the dark waters.

"Dumbass." He calls, handing you your serving as he takes a seat beside you. You pull your feet up, sitting cross-legged on the bench as you happily eat your food.

"Carnivals in Japan are much more fun." You say, smiling up at the sky full of stars. "They're also prettier."

"But aren't there more rides in the US?" Katsuki asks, munching on his own fold. You shrug your shoulders, "Then I guess tonight was more fun cause it was with you." Your eyes widen at your words and you feel your body physically stiffen at them. You blink a few times, trying to think of a good excuse.

"Did you just confess to me?" Katsuki smirks, looking at you sideways to which you narrow your eyes at. "Can't I have fun with a guy without him misunderstanding it?" You roll your eyes playfully as you continue eating your food, as you feel your heart about to punch your brain.

Katsuki eats his food aswell, but not after frowning at your words. Misunderstanding? Am I simply misunderstanding this?

"What kind of stuff can I buy here? You know, as a kind of souvenir?" You ask, standing up and extending an empty hand at the blond. He looks at your open palm with a raised brow before you motion your eyes to his now empty food carton. He stands up, huffing as he takes yours to throw both of your trash himself.

"My mom likes to buy fans. But I personally like getting keychains." He leads you to a booth where they sell multiple stuff; keychains, hairpins, fans, even kitsune masks just like the one with your costume.

"Hey Suki." You call him, pulling him out of him choosing a keychain for himself. He looks up at you, eyes widening as you tuck your hair behind your ear, showing him a pretty sakura themed hairpin you have on. "Does it look good in me?"

Katsuki's eyes are wide, his pupils dilated as a faint blush appears on his cheeks. There's that damn feeling again. His palms are sweating, his heart feeling like it's about to beat right out of his chest, his stomach is doing somersaults and his breathing is irregular.

"Pretty..." He mumbles, causing you to raise a brow?

"You think I look pretty?" You tease, laughing before you take it back. Your smirk disappears when you see him slowly nod a little. You raise your brows as you feel your heart pick up its pace.

He thinks I'm pretty-

"...stupid. You look pretty stupid." Katsuki covers himself, looking away. You roll your eyes at him, putting the hairpin back where you took it and taking a sakura themed keychain and fan instead.

"Ass wipe." You mutter at him before bringing your stuff to the counter, paying for it.

The two of you walk in silence together, you're busy looking up at the stars to notice the stone in front of you, causing you to trip. Before you fall to the ground, Katsuki pulls at your wrist, saving you from the fall. A thick feeling of deja vu goes through you as you jut your lower lip out into a pout, trying to recall when this happened last.

Ah, the teacups.

Without even realising it, the two of you reach your apartment building. You look up at it, the growing feeling of not wanting to leave the angry blond's side getting heavier by the second.

"Get in already, dumbass." He motions his head towards the building, usual glare in his eyes. You turn around, smiling at him. "Hey thanks for tonight. You really helped my homesickness." You say, turning back around to walk inside your apartment building.

Before you get in, you look back at Katsuki who's still standing there, making sure you got in the building safely. You wave a hand at him, earning a middle finger from him as you chuckle and enter the place.

The warmth of your apartment was nothing compared to the warmth of being with the blond tonight. You felt so at home, he felt so right and everything felt so nice this whole night.

As you stripped to wash up before going to bed, a paper bag falls off the pocket of your uniform's vest. You pick it up, pouting your lips as you open it. It's the sakura hairpin you tried on a while ago. How'd it get here? You don't remember buying it and you don't remember Katsuki giving it to you- no, he slipped it in your pocket when he saved you from the fall earlier.

Clever guy.

You put on the hairpin, snapping a photo of you winking at the camera with your head turned to the side a little to show off the adorable hairpin attached to your hair.

you: *image attached*

you: thanks for the hairpin suki ;)

you: thought you said i looked pretty stupid?

rubies: no i didnt

you furrow your brows.

you: nu uh. you said i looked pretty stupid a while ago

you: you think i look like an idiot with this hairpin on -_-

rubies: you forgot the comma

rubies: dumbass

You tilt your head to the side, feeling the wheels turn in your head before the lightbulb finally lights up. Now you got the message. You smile, widely, feeling your face heat up and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you recall him in that moment, just staring at you, completely awestruck.

"You look pretty, stupid."

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 27

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TWs/Summary: If you read carefully, you knew this; if you didn't: reader was drugged at the party. Hangover from Hell ft. boys being cute, Loki being best friend material and reader fully integrating him into the Gen-Z community via Monster energy drinks and depressive music whilst being sad. I live for Loki/reader friendship tbh.

So folks, this is the last big plot thing before the endgame. I reckon it's about 10-15 chapters left until out happy ending and the next bit is going to focus on developing reader's and Stephen's relationship. There will be smutty parts too - either chapters or interludes, idk, depending on how well they'll integrate into the story.

I love y'all.

Ow, was my first thought upon waking up. My head throbbed something fierce, the pressure behind my eyelids was unbearable and my mouth tasted like a bog on a sunny summer's day. I was warm, from both sides, and one of the bodies felt foreign in everything besides the smell - sandalwood leaked through the lead curtain of alcohol and sex.

Needless to say, I had trouble piecing together the fine details of last night but had enough coherence to remember our... Activities. I was sore and Strange's long arm was still possessively draped over both me and Tony. The luck was on my side as I carefully wiggled out of his grasp, padding to the bedroom on quiet feet. The sorcerer barely moved, only grumbling briefly at the loss of my warmth and immediately quieting, shamelessly snuggling into Tony.

I would have not exaggerated if I said it was the worst hangover of my life. It was baffling, really, because I'd gone way wilder and didn't suffer half as much after effects; my first attempt to brush my teeth ended with my face resting against the toilet bowl, my empty stomach rejecting what little liquid in it was left as the room spun on its axis. That was incredibly embarrassing and I hoped my boys wouldn't wake up to witness my best impression of a bum - and they didn't, both men still sound asleep and interwined like snakes when I put on the shirt closest to me and departed in search of coffee.

My mood only worsened. Steve and Bucky were already up, shoveling an impressive amount of eggs and bacon, as Bucky quietly teased Steve about his own hangover. The blonde man was slightly greenish, disheveled - we traded equally glum looks and nodded to each other in silence. The smell of food made my stomach churn and I retreated, one black coffee in hand, towards Bruce's lab, having been informed by Friday that neither Tony not Stephen planned on waking up.

"Morning, Princess," Bruce smiled kindly, pushing his glasses out of the way to hold me close and give me a sweet kiss. "Had fun? The boys still asleep?"

I giggled at Bruce calling Tony and Stephen boys. "Yeah. I wouldn't be wearing Stephen's shirt if he was up and about, I think." I pointed out the obvious.

Bruce chuckled, holding my face to give me a long, thoughtful look. I stared back, hoping convey my respect and adoration without having to say a word; like Tony, I wasn't particularly apt when it came to talking feelings. Whatever Bruce was looking for, he found it, and sealed it with another kiss, twice as long and twice as sweet. We stood like that, my head on his shoulder and my arms firmly holding him to myself, until the elevator dinged behind the glass wall, revealing a shirtless Stephen and Tony in his pajama pants, both men bickering animatedly.

"Aw shit, here we go again," I rolled my eyes, unhappy about the possibility of the magic being broken. I rather preferred all three men to be like yesterday: friendly, kind and relaxed.

"I will kick them out if I have to," Bruce shrugged, turning me around to face them.

Tony smiled, seeing me, stopping mid-conversation. "Princess, I am disappointed in your lack of manners. You left me with Merlin and he is mean." The engineer unceremoniously snatched me from Bruce and smooched me, hangover breath and all.

"Gross, Tony," I rolled my eyes, giving the man a light shove in the chest. "Morning, Steph," I addressed the third man who had gone back to his usual stoic expression. Just to see his resolve crack, because I loved pushing his buttons, I gave him a good morning kiss too, and was unexpectedly blown away by the eager response from his side. As I pulled back, I noticed his cheeks dusting a light pink.

"I came to get my shirt but I think you'd rather keep it," The sorcerer's fingers caressed my skin beneath the collar of his shirt, voice still low and scratchy from sleep and those magnetic eyes fixated on the exposed flesh of my chest, no trace of previous awkwardness.

"You sure 'bout that?" I pushed one of the sides off, exposing my shoulder, seeing Tony gulp the remainder of my coffee, one hand already messing with the screen that Bruce was focused on. "I think I look better without it," I would never miss an opportunity to tease the uptight man.

"Quite," He grinned, "It's a shame I didn't get to see much last night..." Two could play this game, okay.

"Oh, but you will," Tony piped up suddenly, a hint of smugness in his voice barely covered by Bruce's fond chuckle. I really didn't know what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with the attention, my emotions amplified by the hangover - party drugs tended to exaggerate my anxiety on the comedown.

And what a comedown it was. My social energy ran out very quickly so I complained about a nasty headache and retreated into my room, Bruce's gentle hands pressing a bottle of Ibuprofen into my own. Despite my attempts to tame my rioting body, it got worse before it got better and shortly before lunch, I had thrown up twice more. Pissed off, I ran a bath with cold water and sat in it until I felt somewhat human to prepare myself for a journey to Wanda's apartment - as a last resort, I was going to chug on of Pietro's Monster energy drinks that I knew he kept hidden there.

The retrieval was a success. Cans securely hidden in the kangaroo pocket of Tony's oversized hoodie I had thrown on, I had to make a haste detour to throw up once again - the closest bathroom was in Loki's apartment and I only managed to knock twice before throwing open the door and making a mad dash for the porcelain throne, a very confused Asgardian following my movements with raised eyebrows.

"Hangover from Hell," I croaked once the first wave subsided. Loki nodded in understanding, waved a hand to summon me a water bottle and shut the door behind himself.

As I sat there, desperately trying to understand why was I feeling like utter shit... It clicked. Bile rose to my throat once again, and I just dry heaving, mulling my revelation over and over again.

I didn't take any drugs. I had been drugged. My memories became hazy and dream-like shortly after someone had given me the drink... Someone, who? It was a split-second moment; Sam, even in his drunk state, didn't keep his eyes off me for too long. Maybe it had been someone the team knew? Possibilities began playing out in my head. Cursed was my overactive brain - the anxiety from the leftover drugs was making me panic.

"Fuck, FUCK," My hands shook - I only noticed it because I had spilled water on myself, adding cold and wet to the unpleasant sensations I was already experiencing. "Why am I such a fucking fuck-up." Taking a drink from a stranger seemed downright idiotic now. Middle school bullshit.

"Are you alright?" Loki's worried voice interrupted my inner monologue.

"Yes," I replied, voice cracking. "No. I don't fucking know."

The door all but flew open, the Asgardian taking several long strides to take a good long look at me. The frown on his face tells me all I needed to know about my physical and mental state.

A slender hand tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "What happened?"

I laughed tersely, feeling tears to begin welling in the corners of my eyes. "I'm an idiot," Seeing his face get annoyed briefly, I conceded: "I got drugged yesterday. My drink."

The hand that he had slid between my shoulder blades froze. I felt his whole body go rigid and his nostrils flare, the smell of ozone and something foreign - magic - filling the small space. The air around us became charged with the power of his anger. "Pardon?" His voice was dangerously quiet.

I physically fought with the need to flinch away from him, settling for lowering my eyes and staring at the dark stain on my hoodie. "I got carried away dancing. Someone handed me a drink and my stupid ass just shotgunned it," I confessed, picking at the wet spot. "And I can't tell anybody because I had a threesome with Stephen and Tony," I suddenly realised, my voice raising in pitch. "They're gonna think I didn't want it and feel bad. You know how Tony blames himself for everything under the sun..." Another wave of dizziness and nausea hit me as I leaned against the wall closest to me.

"Alright," Loki conceded after a brief pause. "We absolutely are telling the others. I'll make sure they understand," The Asgardian stated firmly in a tone that bore no argument. Seeing me lift my head to protest, he interrupted me before I could say anything: "Did you... Did you want it?" He asked me, hooking a single finger under my chin to look me in the eye.

I nodded, feeling my face heat up.

"You're not lying. The team knows of my ability to detect lies. Nobody will blame anyone..." Loki trailed off, obviously already plotting something. I wished it were a prank both of us were conspiring on instead of... Trying to make sense of this cluster fuck of a shit show. The circus called, they seemed to have left their clowns behind. "Although I will have a word with Sam." The Asgardian muttered darkly.

"No, it's not his fault. I just got too relaxed, I need to pucker up and be responsible for myself," I protested, damn well knowing it wasn't the Bird's fault. Everyone was drunk and I should've known better.

"It's not yours either," Loki sneered, seeing right through my self-loathing. It took a deep, slow sigh for him to calm down. His expression softened and the hand that was on my back resumed the gentle stroking as he scooted closer to me to press my side against his chest. "Vile people of this kind aren't exclusive to Midgard. It could have happened to anyone."

I nodded, my logical part briefly taking over as the waves of nausea and dizziness waned. I stifled a giggle, coming to another sudden revelation. "You holding up my hair as I barf out my hangover? That makes you qualified for the position of my Best Friend," I stated with a snort.

Loki chuckled, relaxing bit by bit. "I accept the position," His voice was unusually soft and a little bit shaky; I chose to tactfully ignore it. "Shall I call for assembly in the war room?"

I sighed, the dread and anxiety creeping it's way back in. "Can we just... Wait a bit? I have something- hold on-" I rummaged around my pocket, taking out two cans of Monster. Loki eyed them curiously and I extended one to him. "It probably won't do much for you but for me it's a last-resort hangover cure." I popped open the metal cap, seeing him do the same. "Be warned though, it tastes kinda funky if you're not used to it," I announced the disclaimer but it simply egged Loki on.

The scrunched up face he made was pretty funny. "It's sour but sickeningly sweet at the same time? I can't tell," He briefly eyed the written ingredients on the can.

"There are a bunch of flavors. Pietro likes the plain one, I like the purple one better, it's not so tongue-burning." I paused to inhale loudly. "If this is what college life looks like, I don't want to go," Mustering up my courage and gathering my balls in a knot, with one broad motion I closed my nose and poured the carbonated acid down my throat until my eyes watered. "Gimme a minute," I hiccuped, trying to keep it down.

Wide-eyed, Loki took a chaste sip of his own drink, eyeing me warily. He looked part impressed part disgusted with the little stunt. "I am pretty certain that is counter-productive."

"Caffeine make brain and body go skrrt," I argued back. "Friday, play my "grant me the sweet release of death" playlist. I'm upset," I announced and the AI obliged silently, the first notes of Placebo's 'Exit Wounds' beginning to play. If I was going to mop in a stranger's bathroom, I was going to do it with style. Even if said style was just simply stealing in my own misery with emo background music.

Loki stared at me, I stared back, both of us lost in our respective minds. At one point, he began swaying to the music slightly, resting the cool tin of the can against his cheek; I followed suit, mouthing along to some of the lyrics. It took us about a dozen songs to finally finish the liquid acid that was Monster energy drink and my ass felt like the bathroom tile itself: flat and hard.

"Do you ever feel like the universe just hates you for no fucking reason?" I groused, taking Loki's outstretched hand and slowly feeling the blood rush back to my legs.

"You wouldn't believe," He rolled his eyes in solidarity, vanishing away the empty containers. "Norns, give me a Hel-damned break."

I laced his arm through mine as we exited his apartment, feeling considerably less upset than I was before. I couldn't protect myself, but one look at Loki's sullen, irritated expression was bound to scare off anyone who dared to interrupt our mission.

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5x12 The Diamond of the Day pt 1

Final two episodes! Big finale! Why am I making myself cry in the middle of the afternoon! Both eps in this post.

I do love that they made Arthur a sore loser

Enter treacherous white woman #2. Srsly it was lazy writing when they did it for Mordred, it's worse now with Gwaine.

I do love the actual Round Table war room discussion but a) why isn't Merlin seated at the round table and b) why does Leon have so much goddamn faith in Camelot's walls? Like??? You literally said the same thing last year and yet Camelot *did* fall when Agravaine brought an army through the tunnels!

Poor Aithusa. Kid's had a rough life.

I do love Arthur responding to Merlin presenting him with all his supplies ready - which he prepared without his magic mind you - with suspicion 😂

But then he calls Merlin a coward and it's sad

Katie has such a great voice. That entire thing in the cave from her taunting to her laughter to the spell, it just just beautifully played.

Whole ass battle to prepare for and Arthur is just walking around moping cuz Merlin isn't there

So, Merlin's father-vision telling him he's magic itself and he just needs to believe in himself to get his magic going again, does this mean he *didn't* need to go to the cave to get it back? Cuz it seems like he needed to recharge in the cave itself, his injuries were healed when he woke up. That seems like magic cave stuff to me.

Also that "always have been and always will be" - I'm taking to mean 'always have been' in the sense that since he's 'magic itself' even before he was born, his magic existed in other, intangible forms, like we are all stardust etc. But now that he is, he will always be, aka he will not die.

Arthur waking up with his wife in his arms and Merlin's name on his lips, jumping out of bed to act on dream-info.

Balinor telling Merlin to trust in what will be.... like bitch that is literally not how this ends.

5x13 The Diamond of the day pt 2

You know that gif of the cat knocking everything off the table? That's literally Merlin shooting lightning at everyone from his perch on the ridge.

I have a lot of snarky things to say about Merlin coming out of the cave in full Dragoon gear and riding a horse instead of teleporting like the other witches but I'ma keep that to myself.

Mordred is a bitch and Aithusa has terrible aim. At least Aithusa's loyalty to Morgana makes sense.

Arthur said oh shit I'm magic - oh wait no it's that old man again

He also straight up "No! Bad dragon!"-ed Aithusa

Y'know, for all I've watched this episode and screamed about Arthur's death, I don't think I've ever focused on the exact moment he gets stabbed before.

Mordred catches him from behind and he meets it, no fault there. But as soon as he realizes his assailant is the knight who turned on him and joined Morgana, what does he do? HE LOWERS HIS FUCKING SWORD

He leaves himself wide fucking open and vulnerable and Mordred seizes the opportunity. I understand wanting the moment of recognition for Arthur, but on what planet is a trained warrior going to drop his sword mid-attack because he recognizes his attacker as a dude who only just recently decided to forsake him? It's soooooo dumb

There was a whole sequence a few episodes back where Mordred and Arthur are sparring, the point of it was to show that Mordred has become a skilled swordsman. So what exactly was the point in having Mordred run Arthur through as soon as Arthur idiotically lets his guard down? This should've been a meticulously choreographed sword fight, with Mordred getting the upper hand and sticking Arthur properly. Not this nonsense. Look at Arthur's FACE! Oh, Mordred... 👉👈 do you maybe wanna be friends again- STAB ... guess not

Uther's been rolling in his grave but he's taking an extra tumble watching Arthur forget all his skills and training in that moment.

I do appreciate Arthur getting Mordred back though. Like that moment of merciless anger followed by the hurt and regret playing on Arthur's face, warring with surety and responsibility. It was good.

I've rewatched the big confession scene about 16 times just now.

I don't quite understand why Merlin took Arthur to the woods to begin with. Instead of bringing him to the med tent in the battlefield or back to Camelot. What was the reason?

Merlin saying it feels strange (to use magic freely in front of Arthur) and him just going 'yeah' completely deadpan makes me laugh every time.

I really feel like Arthur's head should be elevated at a further incline if he's going to be fed.

Gaius refusing to outright expose Merlin as the sorcerer but nonetheless letting Gwen figure it out on her own warms my heart.

My God Arthur is sitting there dying, feeling betrayed about his best friend 'lying' to him, and still he can't stop himself from looking at Merlin's mouth.

Percival summoned MUSCLE POWER

Hey um random but why does Gwaine even know where Merlin and Arthur are headed? Why would Gaius tell him?

Arthur looks at Merlin so lovingly after he's killed Morgana 😭😭

And now he's literally grabbing at the man's hand 😭 "just hold me, please"

That's gotta be the gayest death scene in television history. If you can watch that without thinking Arthur puts his hand on the back of Merlin's head because some part of him wants to bring him down for a kiss, or that "just hold me, please" is in any way shape or form a 'bros' thing, and certainly not at all an intentional mirror/callback to Isolde dying in Tristan's arms, then I'm afraid you are what we professionals refer to as a dumb-as-nails fucknugget, more commonly phrased as 'willfully ignorant'.

"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass" yeah except for the whole, y'know, magic still being illegal thing.

I've said this before, but, while I'm sure there was a determined intention to have Arthur die in his armor, probably in some kind of attempt to make sure the audience knows he's died a warrior's death, I *really* think it was kinda stupid that Merlin never removed it, despite Arthur being weak, despite the fact that there was something like five days between him getting stabbed and him actually dying, despite that for the duration of that time they were traveling or hiding out. Merlin managed to produce a cloak to put on Arthur, why did he need the full armor on that whole time? Like even if they left the chainmail on, those plates on his shoulder were just getting in the way, and it looked quite uncomfortable.

Also not for nothing but Lancelot got like, every flower in the forest surrounding lush verdant greens in his death boat, Arthur gets a bunch of sticks.

It suddenly occurs to me, watching this now, that the reason Leon/Percival is such a common side pairing in Merthur fics, is because these two motherfuckers are the only original Knights of the Round Table to survive the series. 🤦‍♀️ I dunno how I failed to notice that before now. My stupidity amazes me.

I'm *really* glad they decided to do this scene with Gwen wearing the Pendragon red dress instead of the black mourning dress. Yes she looks fabulous in it but it's more the symbolism than the 'reality' - with Gwen wearing her house's colors it represents a continuation rather than a finality. Camelot will go on, Gwen will undoubtedly end the war on magic and with Morgana dead (and frankly, I think by now she already brought about the death of all the angry incel type rulers in Albion) there stands to reason her reign will begin with a period of peace, possibly longer than Arthur's. We kind of have to assume that the 'time the poets speak of' is, inevitably, Gwen's reign - which only came about through Arthur's death. It's a little bit toooo subtle in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand the need for the focus on Merlin and Arthur - after all, this show was their journey - not leaving much time to focus on Gwen and Camelot in the aftermath of Arthur's death.

I will just say, the first time I watched this that fucking truck scared the ever living shit out of me. I also just immediately, viscerally hated that scene and declared it invalid - but I think it was because the truck made me jump out of my skin. It has since grown on me, particularly once I started reading 'Arthur Returns' fic.

Everything beyond this point is post-series spec and headcanon, so if that's not your jam you can exit safe in the knowledge that as usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the S5 extras, I will create a separate post!

For those interested, my go-to post-series fic is We Begin Again by katherynefromphilly I fully headcanon this series as the continuation of the series.

I have a lot of thoughts about Gwen and Merlin post-Camlann.

For one, poor fucking Gwen. She's lost her father, her brother, and her husband, all by what, age 30? That's rough. And who knows what happened to her mom, that was pre-series and I don't think it was ever mentioned.

Merlin, dear god poor Merlin. First of all, I just wanna say straight off that my instinctive headcanon about Merlin was that he never returned to Camelot. I couldn't really say why exactly. I just don't think he could stand being there after Arthur's death. But practically speaking, Merlin's still got Aithusa to deal with, that dragon needs some godsdamned house training asap. He's still the last Dragonlord, it's reasonable to assume he'd immediately take that on considering Aithusa is partially responsible for Arthur's death (the sword Mordred killed Arthur with, only succeeded in killing Arthur because it had been forged in Aithusa's fire-breath) so he's either going to attempt to train the bad behaviors out of Aithusa, or...well...

The only thing is, I do not believe Merlin would abandon Gwen, or Gaius. So my hc is inherently flawed. I do think Merlin probably spend a couple months with his mum, and I do think he ultimately settled near lake Avalon waiting for Arthur's return.

But I do wonder, what must their relationship have been like? Gwen, surely, would've sought his guidance in establishing laws governing the use of magic. And surely, peace cannot last indefinitely, so Merlin absolutely would've defended Camelot and protected Gwen. There's just no way he could've completely turned his back on them, but I doubt he could bear living in Camelot. And Gwen is both strong and practical enough to get on without him there 24/7, even though I'm sure she'd miss him.

I also think she would've found love again. Whether with Leon, as many people hc, or someone else not in the series.

ANYWAY.

Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I will post comments on the extras if I have anything worth saying - and I think I'll do a master post linking all these episode posts after I clean them up once I get time to sit at a computer and do so. Until then! 💙💚

(Gif source) (h/t @shut-up-merlin)

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SECRETS (part V/?)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James’ past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angst

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Warnings: language, makeout??? Not really.

A/N: previous parts are on my Masterlist under the name of "Secrets".

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

I saw my phone starting to ring due to the alarm that Bucky had begged me to set up after we had called Steve, and I quickly reached for it to turn it off.

The reason why I had been able to observe the alarm go off before it had actually done, was because I hadn't sleep again. I couldn't sleep after the fit Dot had thrown in my living room just a couple of hours ago.

Well, 'throwing a fit' was a goddamn understatement, considering Barnes, even asleep, was still gripping my hand like his life depended on it.

"Hey, it's time" my words, even if they were softly spoken, made him instantly retreat from his initial position. "chill, we got time" I reminded him, when he started to change his clothes.

"I know" he replied dryly while he was buckling his belt. "I just wanna leave already."

"fuck okay" I yielded through clenched teeth, sitting up to change my shirt and pants to outdoor clothes. "Did you sleep?"

"yeah" his eyes were everywhere but me while he grabbed his jacket and phone. "c'mon, we're already late"

I held back the scoff, and I held back the sarcastic comment, because I stole a glance at him to see that he was now completely composed, as if nothing had happened.

As if there wasn't now a bullet hole in my wall, as if Dot hadn't come all the way to my house, just for him.

He was completely composed, and that made me wonder how many times he had to put himself together that quick after his so-called wife had done something like this, or even worse, to him.

"c'mon Y/l/n, we're already-"

"I heard you the first time for fucks sake" I got up and picked up my things before following him to the entrance of the apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I guided the way when we entered in the precinct, but as soon as Y/n spotted Steve coming our way, she took the lead to reach him first.

"Thanks for covering us" Steve replied with a dismissive but concerned nod at Y/n's low voice.

"what happened?"

I took a peek at Y/n who was already staring at me, silently asking if it will be okay, to which I replied with a nod. "I'm gonna leave you guys alone."

When she left, Steve took a step towards me and I pulled him aside, away from any nosy ears. "she came to Y/n's"

The blond man needed a moment to process what I had just said "wait what?"

"she came in" before he questioned how she had, I answered. "I opened the door. I didn't know who was it and then she was inside and- I don't know."

"Did she hurt you?" Steve inquired concerned.

"I... I don't think so"

"what do you mean?" another question, this time quieter. "you don't remember or she... She insulted you or--?"

"Kinda. I don't know" I took a deep breath, passing one of my hands over my face. "I remember, but at the same time I don't."

"fight or flight" I nodded at Steve affirmation. "and then? Y/n-"

"she was yelling something at me and I shut my eyes and when I opened them-" I looked at the girl that had stood up for me a few hours ago, the same girl that had been helping me to actually put myself together, and not just the facade.

The same girl that was now eating a sandwich from the vending machine with her feet crossed over her desk while she went over the files of the case like this morning hadn't happened.

"Y/n was there." I turned to Steve again. "Dot lost it"

"Did she hurt Y/n?" this time he was louder than any of us would have wanted, and we saw Y/n directing us a warning glance.

"Y/n aimed her gun at Dot" I swallowed, suddenly remember vividly that instant of the morning, in which, for a second, I thought the woman that had been hurting me for so long was going to die. "Dot was convinced it was a bluff. Y/n gave her a warning shot and then kicked her out."

Steve stared at me for way too long with that look.

"what?"

He didn't answer instantly. Instead, he waited a couple of seconds to measure the words that would leave his mouth. "Today you sleep at my place." he whispered.

I scoffed so loud at his stupid solution that I made Y/n look up from the files. "what the hell?"

Steve looked down and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a second and I just knew he was trying not to lose it. "this was a bad idea in first place" my puzzled expression made him sighed exasperated "staying in the apartment of the girl you've been-" he checked on Y/n to make sure she wasn't paying attention. "crushing on for months- months Buck— was definitely not the best idea."

"it wasn't"

"And it's even worse if you consider that you two fucked while you were blackout drunk."

"You're walking on thin ice, Steve." I warned him when I started to feel an emotion I couldn't really describe, apart from the fact that it was bad.

"let's not forget that you stayed with her in first place" my fists clenched trying to hold back what I was feeling. "You're hiding from your mad wife."

It was anger.

"You're mad wife, who is dangerous."

No, not just anger. It was guilt, because I knew Y/n was now caught in the crossfire.

"Shut up"

"She's really dangerous, Buck."

"Steve, I swear to fucking God--"

And it was also shame, because why didn't I think it through? It was me who got Y/n in the middle of all of this, right? I shouldn't have explained my situation any further.

"Y/n had to shoot her gun for her to back off."

READER'S P. O. V.

I looked up to check on the two men I had left standing in the corner of the precinct, like I had been doing periodically since I heard the sentence 'you sleep at my place' coming from Steve.

This time, something happened that made me double check. Steve's voice started to raise gradually, which made Natasha and Sam take a peek at them.

Now Barnes' fists were clenched and his teeth gritted, as if he was planning on punching his bestfriend in front of all our colleagues.

That was a big no. I stood up as casual as I could and made my way to them, just in time to subtly tug the brunette back by his forearm.

"what the hell, guys?" my eyes went from Steve to Bucky, who was staring at me like he didn't know where I had come from, nor what had just happened. "you both get down to work. Now." Barnes glared at the blonde, which made me tug his arm again, this time to divert his attention from his friend. "Now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve, Bucky and I were the only ones left in our department.

I didn't want to make things uncomfortable for Bucky, so my plan was staying and working in the case until Steve left with him.

But Steve stared to pick up his things and Bucky didn't move. He was hesitant, observing me and from time to time, peaking at his bestfriend.

The blond man walked to the door and stopped for a second before leaving to look at Bucky intently. It seemed to me like they were having a silent argument only using their eyes.

After a few seconds of tension building up, Steve decided to give up. "g'night, Y/n." he spoke. "be careful, 'kay?"

I looked away from the whiteboard in front of me, and, turning my torso to Steve with my arms still crossed over my chest, I replied "sure. Don't worry," I glanced at Bucky, who was pretending to be immersed in the report he was writing. "I'll call you if something happens."

He nodded and, after I had mimicked him, he turned around and left.

"I thought you were leaving with him" I spoke the moment I heard the elevator door closing.

"I wasn't planning on it" he replied, quiet and absent.

"why?"

"I like your bed more than I like his couch"

I spun around to face him. "I'm serious"

"And Peggy doesn't like me one bit" he continued with what I supposed was another excuse. "I don't wanna cause any arguments." he kept typing in his computer carelessly.

"Barnes" he swallowed when I called his last name "I swear if you give me another lame excuse-"

"she knows where you live" even if he was using the same monotone voice, I could tell he was opening up now. "I don't want you to be alone." the typing stopped and one of his hands, the one that had previously been over the mouse, started to fidget with his ring. "And get hurt 'cause I got you caught in the crossfire."

'I can take care of myself' was the first reply that came to my mind, but considering the situation and context, it didn't seem appropriate.

Despite knowing that, for some reason, I wasn't able to find an appropriate response to my colleague's words.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his words sounded like an encrypted message, almost as if he was trying hard to tell me something that, at the same time, he wanted to keep to himself.

Unable to come up with the answer he wanted me to give him —or most likely the answer he needed me to give him— I opted for another way to communicate.

I made my way to his desk in silence and, once there, I sat on the table right besides his computer, and let my hand travel to his fidgeting one.

His eyes searched for mines, and when they found them, I gave him a smile. A tired one, though, because I was spent.

Spent because of the unsolvable case we were working in, spent because I had barely slept lately, and spent because I wanted Dot away from him and I had no idea of how I could accomplish that.

He was exhausted too, I saw it in his smile, which probably looked just like mine, just a little bit sadder.

"c'mon" I climbed off the desk and tugged his hand lightly for him to follow me. "we're going home."

We picked our things up without letting go, and made our way to the shitty, tiny elevator, where we let our fingers untangle, not before lingering on.

We both rested our backs against opposites walls while the elevator took us to the first floor.

His gaze was trained on me, and mine on his.

And for an instant, those words he hadn't told me before, those words that he had kept to himself no matter how hard he had wanted me to understand, were shown in the blue of his eyes.

And maybe, just maybe, the words that I hadn't said, those words that I didn't know I needed him to know until a couple of days ago, were shown in mine.

I wasn't sure who got close first, nor who closed the gap between us.

Maybe it was the both of us.

It didn't matter now that his left hand gripped my hip while the right one held my cheek.

It didn't matter now that my right hand's fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging it lightly, while my my left hand's fisted his shirt.

It didn't matter because it was an instant, a moment that would vanish in a couple of seconds, when the elevator gates opened.

But they opened and Bucky was still holding me still.

They opened and I was still gripping his shirt and tugging his hair.