#and is clearly getting more hurt in this situation...

[sotwk]

Stay With Me (Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader)

When Reader is caught in an active shooter situation, Bucky races to her rescue.

Word count: 1.9k Genre tags: action, romance, hurt/comfort, angst, realized feelings, knight in shining armor Rating: Teen Content Warnings: Gun violence, terrorism/terror, blood, injuries, active shooter event, mention of death, brief foul language To Read on AO3: LINK

Stay With Me

Bucky Barnes x FReader

“He's dead.”

Your whisper seemed as loud as a foghorn in the echo chamber of the deserted stairwell. You clamped a hand tightly over your mouth to mute a sob, letting your terror vent only through the hot tears streaming from your eyes. But beneath the rising tide of fear for your own life ran a current of fury. Anger that you couldn't save Richie, that you failed the wife and toddler waiting at home for him.

“You can leave him now.” Reception was spotty at the landing between the ninth and eighth floors, but you could make out enough of the speaker’s words over the phone. “I'm sorry, but you have to. Get out, just run--get yourself out of the building right now.”

“Bucky…” You staggered up from the floor, transferring your cell phone to your other ear. You swiped your sticky crimson palm against your hip and forced yourself away from the view of your coworker's lifeless body. I'm so sorry, Richie. 

The first step down sent a shockwave of pain from the bare sole of your foot up to your knee. You bit down on your lip to squelch a scream and grabbed onto the railing in time to prevent your collapse. Bucky’s garbled voice over the line rose in volume, but you caught none of whatever he said. 

“I'm…I'm heading down,” you managed to gasp, and, hooking one arm over the rail like a crutch, proceeded to stumble, one agonizing but determined step at a time, down the flight of stairs. It’s just a bad cut, it won't kill you. You had ditched your high heels so you could more easily bear Richie’s weight, and during the arduous crawl from the meeting room to the stairwell exit, you must have trod on a piece of sharp debris. The AK-wielding gunmen had left behind plenty of it when they demolished the glass-paneled display cases lining the main corridor, firing round after round down the halls to no seeming end or obvious target. 

None of those wild shots reached you in your hiding place under the conference table. But Richie, who had braced his weight against the lockless door to ensure no one could enter, collapsed when a bullet punched through wood to catch him right in the shoulder. By the time you attended to him and checked whether the coast was clear to flee, seemingly the entire floor, maybe even the entire building, had cleared out. The one saving grace was the shooters’ timing: by sundown, only a fraction of the building’s two thousand daytime occupants remained. You and Richie were the lucky ones in your department who had chosen that day to work overtime on your big presentation. 

When you refused to leave without him, the half-conscious Richie finally agreed to lean against you and hobble along as best as he could. Even when Bucky warned you against moving him, you didn't listen. Your foolish attempt at heroism just caused the true hero to die faster and in greater pain. 

“Bucky, are you--” A whimper flew from your throat, and you held the phone away from the pathetic sound. You stopped at the next landing and sucked in a couple of sharp breaths, willing yourself to regain composure. But your legs were shaking so badly, and the smell of blood suddenly made you feel like vomiting. “A-are you close?”

“I'm turning into Centre.” Cell reception had improved enough to make him fully audible. But somehow, hearing his voice clearly made your tears fall faster. “Less than a minute.” He didn't sound even the slightest out of breath, but you knew he was sprinting through the packed city sidewalks with all of his strength. “Just get as close as you can to the ground level. I'll find you.”

How? You wanted to believe him, but a single person inside one of the most massive buildings in Manhattan was a needle in a haystack. Your first instinct once the shooting began had been to call him. Not 911 or your parents or any of your siblings. The guy you've been casually dating for a few months, who's never even spent the night. Even though you'd known him longer than that, when a mutual friend introduced you soon after the rehabilitated and reformed Winter Soldier settled into Brooklyn post-Blip, labeling him “boyfriend” felt like a presumptuous stretch. 

Still. Finding yourself in danger, it seemed like common sense to call on the one superhuman you personally knew. And regardless of what you might mean to him, Bucky didn't waste a second in dropping everything to race across the bridge during rush hour, vowing repeatedly to get to you. 

“Stay with me.” Bucky said suddenly, making you realize you'd gone completely silent. “It's almost over. SWAT’s in and sweeping the building. They've taken down three guys so far, up on the 19th and 20th. I’m at the corner of Chambers. You���re going to be okay.”

“Really?!” You gasped, and every muscle you possessed seemed to go limp with relief. But that relief broke you, and you slumped down on the step in a puddle of exhaustion and chest-wracking sobs. 

You put the call on speaker and let the phone dangle loosely in your grip as you buried your face into your knees. Over the line you could hear the commotion in the street below, of sirens and megaphones as emergency responders barked instructions to each other and to the anxious crowd. And then all that uproar receded, and you knew Bucky had slipped past it all.

“Th-thank God. Thank you!” you choked out. “I… I screwed up so badly. I was stupid, and stubborn, and--”

“No. You did good,” he interjected. “You refused to leave a friend behind. You did everything you could for him. His dying is not on you.”

You glanced upward. “I should go back for him.”

“We’ll get him together, after you’re safe. You’re in the north-eastern wing, right?”

 “Yes.” You weren't sure how he already knew your office location. You’d mentioned your government desk job to him maybe once before, in passing, before moving off such a boring conversation topic. You forced yourself back up on your feet and checked the small square signage by the exit door. “I’m still in the stairwell, fourth floor. I can keep going down--”

“No, just stay put. I’m coming.”

Somewhere below you, a door banged open. Strings of loud curses bounced against the walls and heavy footsteps pounded on the metal staircase in a furious ascent.

Fear froze you onto the landing. He halted abruptly when he was just one set of steps away. His eyes were wild and huge on his red, sweaty face, and his look of deranged panic changed at the sight of you. He reached into a pocket of his camo tactical vest and you saw the flash of a knife blade right before he lunged forward. 

You crashed through the heavy fire door and stumbled into the fourth floor corridor, barely managing to stay upright on your cut-up feet. “BUCKY!!!” You screamed with all the breath in your lungs and started to run, calling upon adrenaline and whatever strength could be summoned from your depleted reserves.  “BU---”

Your head snapped back as a fist closed around a chunk of your hair and yanked so roughly, spots exploded in your vision. A thick arm wrapped tightly around your neck, shutting off your screams, and as it squeezed, threatened your oxygen as well. A wiry beard scratched against your cheek as an angry hiss filled your ear. 

“Fuck the cause! Fuck all of it, man! I ain’t dying for this, not today, and you're going to make sure of that.” The cold point of the knife pressed into the side of your belly. “So you do exactly as I tell you. ‘Cause if I go down, you'll bleed out with me, understand?”

As the gunman started to drag you along, in the direction of the nearby service elevator, a burst of rage ignited in you, triggering instincts that had been drilled into you by the diligently protective men in your family. Who always taught you to never take this kind of shit. And this coward, you realized, was banking on his knife because he knew he wasn’t that much bigger than you. 

You dropped your weight and planted your feet hard on the ground. Shoving your hands into the small gap between his forearm and your neck, you yanked down on his hold and pivoted away from his chest. Bellowing as you slid free, he slashed at you widely with his knife, throwing himself off balance. You lurched aside before rebounding at him, seizing the shoulders of his vest and raising your leg to ram your knee into his face. 

He recoiled and threw his hands over his nose, howling, but in the next second he charged blindly. You turned and ran, but made progress only a few yards before a weight plowed into the back of your legs. You crashed down, barely bracing yourself for the facedown impact, your chin connecting with the carpet and rattling your brain.

Still, you thrashed around and clawed with your hands and kicked and screamed. The gunman crawled on top of you and raised his fist over your head…and went flying far across the floor. He smashed into a row of cubicles with such force, the partition walls broke completely and buried him from view.

You might have blacked out for a second, maybe more, but the next thing your eyes beheld when they reopened was Bucky's face. The next thing you felt, his hand bearing down hard on the left side of your abdomen.

“What…” you mumbled, or at least tried to. Your throat was too dry, and you tasted blood, and you were just so tired and numb, except for the burning spot that Bucky was applying pressure to. The look in his eyes explained the rest.  

“I'm here.” His metal palm felt smooth against your cheek. Cold fingers traced lines along the base of your neck, keeping you from slipping into unconsciousness. “Stay with me. Stay with me.”

“What’s…” You wriggled against the weight of his hand, and clutched at his arm in a reflexive need to pull yourself up. “I’m…” He pressed you back down and in place, shaking his head vigorously. 

“No, no, no, not here. Not like this.” From his grimace sang an anguish you’d never seen before, that you didn’t think he was even capable of feeling. “I just need a chance. I won’t waste it again, not another second. I swear.” He leaned down close enough to touch his forehead against yours. His whisper was a plea against your skin. “I just…I  need another chance.”

You reached up and touched your fumbling fingers against his jaw. “All the chances you want,” you whispered back.

Bucky wrapped his hand tight around yours and held on. He would not let go. Not when the emergency responders arrived and converged around you and he lifted you onto the gurney himself. Not when he climbed into the back of the ambulance that would take you to the hospital. 

When the time finally came for you to be wheeled away to an area he couldn’t enter, the promise he made to you without words was already clear: as long as you agreed to stay, he would never again let you go.

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[pacofprunes]

my mom always told me,

warnings. — noncon, namgyus pov, incel namgyu, namgyu calls women females, baby trapping, mentions of gangbang and 3some, reader is called a slut and a whore, choking, victim blaming

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my mom always told me not to stare. but it’s hard not to when you got a bitch so hot sitting across from you. it’s even harder when your pupils almost cover your entire eye color from how big they were from the drugs. as a kid i listened, but now? psh, i’m starting to forget about that silly lesson. still staring right at you from across the bar.

my mom always told me not to point. but my mom didn’t understand. how am i supposed to show someone something without pointing? how could i show my friend the girl that i wanted by just speaking? nah. and maybe just maybe, i’ll point my finger lower, and lower, and then my friend will point as well, his finger also going lower and lower, tracing your pretty little ass. god i wish i could actually feel it.

my mom always told me to walk a lady home at night or to stay with her until someone else could arrive to pick her up. keep her safe from the people that may try to hurt her, weather i knew her or not. she said it was the right thing to do, and that’s what i’m doing! i was the one keeping you, my pretty slut, safe. i just have my own way of doing things. if it wasn’t me it’d be someone else, don’t kid yourself. thanos would jump at the chance to get between your legs. he’s probably going to do the same thing as me. i might let him or he might just help himself too.

my mom always told me to be kind to others. well, clearly your mom didn’t teach you that. over here pounding on my chest and kicking at me. that shit wasn’t very fucking kind. i’m just helping a women out. sex is normal, it’s healthy, it’s important. so when you think about it, i’m just trying to help you. i’m being kind. just like my mom told me to. couldn’t you show some gratitude? my mom always told me to say please and thank you, did yours? she clearly didn’t teach you to be kind, i don’t expect a thank you, but i sure as hell deserve one.

my mom always told me that women like a strong man. so why when my hands are squeezing your tiny throat and i flex my arms to show every muscle, you still don’t find me attractive? why when i move you so effortlessly, easily holding you down with one hand while you try to struggle, why don’t you find me attractive? shit, i could probably hold you down with one finger, i’m clearly strong, so could you quit your fucking whining bitch? i have the best dick you’ll ever get in your life.

my mom always told me that you females like when a man takes control of a situation. likes when a man takes care of all the problems, the bills, everything. so why when i take control of your pleasure, your pain, the breaths you take with my hand wrapped around your throat, why are you acting like you don’t like it? are you trying to be different from the average female? you’re all the same. you ask for a man to take care of you, to take control, but when he does it, when i do it, you act like a whiny fucking bitch and complain like you don’t want it. don’t bullshit me. i can see right through you.

my mom always told me that she wanted me to have grandkids, that she wanted me to start my own family. and she always told me that most women want a family too. so why when you feel my dick tense in you and start to twitch and feel my cum leaking down your legs, all the way to your toes, why are you screaming at me? why are you crying? quit fucking yelling at me bitch! i know you wanted a kid, i know you wanted a family, i just fucking gave it to you, so how about you quit being ungrateful and just fucking suck my cum back in you. don’t waste a single drop.

my mom always told me not to hit a women. she said, “namgyu, you should never hit a lady, okay? it’s wrong. you should protect the lady you love, not hurt her.” but mom, this wasn’t a lady. she, you, are a slut. a filthy fucking whore. you were begging for it so quit shaking your head no. the outfit you were wearing, the alcohol you were taking to make yourself more compliable for me so that you couldn’t back out or get away, you wanted me to do this. you wanted me to fuck you, wanted me to fuck a baby in you. there’s no need to act so indifferent now. mom. she’s not a lady, she’s a slut, okay? so don’t be mad at me. you said women like when you give them what they want so i gave her what she wanted and i gave you what you wanted mom! you wanted a grandchild? well i just got you one.

my mom always told me a lot of things. the only one i didn’t listen to was “namgyu, don’t get involved with those drugs that you see the other kids around you take. i don’t want you to go down that path.” but what did she know? she clearly knew nothing. you reacted like nothing how she told me. but then again, she told me women, like this that blah blah blah. she told me ladys like this that and the third. you weren’t a lady. you weren’t a women. you aren’t any of those things. you’re a slut, a whore, a cum dump. my slut.

my mom always told me to share. she said sharing is caring. so how about you open your legs for me instead of me having to pry them open, and share that dirty little cunt with me and then i’ll call thanos and i’ll share with him! maybe he’ll fuck a baby in you too. maybe he’ll call up a friend as well, did thanos mom teach him manors as well? did she tell him sharing is caring? your mom clearly did you wrong. how could you spread your legs open for a man you didn’t even know? come on, have some more dignity…i’ll teach you something.

i, namgyu, says that sharing is caring, okay? there’s a lesson for you. one your mom should’ve taught you. so how about you share your body with me, not that you already haven’t, but i took that from you. you didn’t share. i had to take it myself. so listen to me slut, spread your legs, lay still, and share with me, kay? be a good slut and i’ll ask thanos to share some pills with you when he gets down here. and you better not say no. don’t you know that if you’re offered something you should say yes and then thank you? so, do you want my dick in you? careful, there’s only one right answer. yes? now say thank you namgyu and shut your fucking whiny mouth.

[italiangirlcoresblog]

main masterlist \\ carlos masterlist

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 (𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭) 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝

✩ : an unplanned skiing accident got you a twisted ankle and a date with a certain handsome driver...

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. : carlos sainz

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : humor, fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1,2k

✍︎ : this is vaguely inspired by @harrysfolklore's "little bitch" blurb, though i'm starting to think i imagined it because i can't find it anywhere now 🥲

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You really needed a holiday.

What you didn’t need was getting quite literally run over by some idiot who had cut your way on the slopes, sending you both tumbling in the snow.

You tripped over your own skis and landed not so gracefully on your face, your wrists and elbows hurting from trying to cushion the fall. For a moment, you just lay there, too shaken from the crash to get up despite the cold starting to bite into your skin.

That’s when you heard it, a pained groan coming from beside you.

“Mierda.”

Slowly turning your head, you were met with a sight that immediately made you jump up in your place: a man sprawled on his back, his hair tousled from the helmet that was now discarded a few feet away from him, blood trickling down his cheek from an injury right under his left eye.

And, to top it off, that man was none other than Carlos Sainz Jr.

Great.

“Shit. Are you alright?” You crawled towards him, probably looking ridiculous, but that wasn’t exactly your main concern at the moment. Also, you weren’t so sure you’d be able to stand up even if you tried.

“I think you stabbed me.” He didn’t sound… angry. He didn’t sound happy either, but hey, at least he was smiling.

Then his words settled in.

“What!?” You shrieked, looking down at the ski pole you were still holding on to and finding it — much to your horror — dripping with blood as well.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” You dropped the “weapon” to the ground like it had burned your hand, then rushed to Carlos’ side and started wiping his face with your glove. “I didn’t mean to–”

“Hey,” he stopped you, his grip on your arm gentle yet firm. “I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.” His eyes drifted down to where your leg was splayed, your ankle twisted at a clearly unnatural angle, before adding: “Are you okay?”

“I– yeah? Listen, we need to call someone. And you need a bandage. Or stitches. Maybe both.”

“Oi, calm down,” he interrupted you once again, sitting up to take a closer look at your ankle. He took it in his hand, giving it a careful squeeze that made you wince in pain as a burning sensation spread from there through your whole leg.

“Sorry. I think you broke it,” he flashed you an apologetic smile, a trace of guilt lacing his voice.

“I’ll live,” you shrugged it off, sounding a lot more nonchalant than how you actually felt. “But you–”

“Can you stop worrying about me? It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? I almost blinded a Formula 1 driver!”

Carlos blinked a few times, taken aback by your sudden outburst, then an amused smirk lit up his wounded face.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, now starting to getting a little annoyed by the whole situation — and by how ridiculously hot he looked with messy hair and blood smeared all over his cheek.

No, stop it, you sick woman.

“Is that the problem? That I’m an F1 driver?”

“Yes! No– I don’t know! I mean, am I going to jail for this?” You didn’t like the way he was just staring at you like you were the funniest thing he’d ever seen, almost as if he was trying his best not to burst out laughing in your face.

“You could get a fine, actually…”

The handful of snow you’d taken hit him right on the nose, drawing a surprised and almost betrayed curse from him.

“Ay! You said you were sorry!”

“I am sorry. That was an early medication — ice heals everything, you know.”

“Right.” Carlos glanced at you with a half-smile before shaking his head like a wet dog to dust off all the snowflakes trapped in his brown locks, then jumped to his feet and leaned down towards you once more.

“What are you–” You didn’t get to finish as he scooped you up in his arms without hesitation, one hand hooked under your thighs while he sneaked the other one around your waist. You instinctively secured yours on the back of his neck for support, but mostly to have something to ground you to reality.

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening — Carlos Sainz, the Formula 1 driver, was carrying you bridal style down a ski slope.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just ask for help instead of… doing whatever this is?”

Not that you minded, of course. You could basically feel his muscles tensing with every step he took, his breath fanning over your face, tingling against your freezing skin as he panted softly from the effort.

“I prefer to do things fast,” he huffed, and you rolled your eyes at his attempted joke.

The walk to the ski patrol station felt almost surreal, your laughs echoing through the clear air together with the crisp crunch of the snow Carlos walked on.

It was like you’d known each other forever, and when you rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling closer into his chest — “It’s cold,” you’d muttered, more to yourself than to him — you realized just how right it felt.

Lying in his arms like this, holding on to his broad shoulders, the warmth of his body seeping through the layers between you despite the bitter cold. Now that his face was so close to yours, you let your gaze wander over his features: sharp jaw and strong nose, both a striking contrast to his sweet doe eyes. And those full lips– Okay, stop. No thirsting over your accidental victim.

Unfortunately, it was all over too soon. Once you reached the first-aid area, a bunch of rescuers immediately surrounded you and took care of your swollen — but luckily not broken — ankle, while others patched up Carlos’ wound with a few stitches.

You felt a pang of guilt every time he flinched because of the needle, but the way he looked at you whenever he noticed you staring, with a mix of reassurance and concern for your own condition, was enough to make you forget about everything else.

When they finally left you alone, the Spaniard slipped into the seat beside you, a conspiring grin plastered on his face.

“I was thinking…”

“I’m scared,” you chuckled, trying your best to ignore his hand brushing lightly against yours.

God, get a grip.

“I’m really sorry, and I want to make it up to you.”

Neither of you said anything as your gaze got lost in chocolate one, mesmerized by his — unfairly — long lashes and the golden flecks scattered around his pupils.

Before your eyes could fall to his lips, because you knew they were about to, you cleared your throat and pulled slightly back to prevent from giving in to any sort of temptation.

“And?”

“Maybe I can buy you dinner tonight. Sounds good, no?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, not a single sound coming out as you processed his words.

Then, flashing him an amused smirk in a poor attempt to mask the blush that quickly painted your cheeks, you teased him.

“Are you asking me out?”

“I’m apologizing,” he insisted, leaning in closer with an intensity that made your head spin and your heart flutter. “So, what do you say?”

You jolted as his hand grazed yours again, definitely not by accident this time. You glanced down at where your fingers lay intertwined, then back up at his questioning eyes, your face probably redder than his old Ferrari as you smiled shyly.

“Smooth.”

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[meanbossart]

You know what I'm really curious about? When Astarion mentions how he was kept in a crypt/mausoleum for 1 year, how did the Drow react? Responding to someone sharing their traumatic experiences will forever be the most difficult thing for me. I deeply feel for the people telling me about their trauma, but I am always so lost in these situations. So, learning how real and fictional people navigate through these situations is really interesting to me. Maybe even more with fictional characters because their reactions to someone else's trauma are usually less obscure (at least to me, which makes sense since in fiction, everything gets described more or less clearly in a scene).

Hello! I did not encounter that dialogue during DU drow's campaign. If I recall correctly, I believe that's because it is triggered by a specific dialogue choice during Astarion's attempted kidnapping that DU drow wouldn't pick (I think the one where you press him about lacking any empathy for his siblings). So he didn't really hear about it, and I'm not sure when Astarion would share that information with him - if ever.

However, this IS a really interesting question!

The way DU drow responds to things like those is... Surprisingly sincere, if not always appropriate. He never scrambles after words of comfort if it feels redundant, nor is he the type to just affirm that something terrible Is Terrible, or apologize for the awful thing that happened to you if he had no part in it. He tends to let things be and just be physically present, and if it seems adequate, move on with a little more levity while still acknowledging it.

I think this happens to gel really well for Astarion, who seems to be someone who wants their suffering to be seen, but not pitied or coddled.

Here's a pretty good example of what I mean from a scene in A Novel Experience, where Astarion reminisces about his experiences bringing people home for Cazador. Slight spoilers for the fic ahead.

His biggest fault it trying to move on too quickly, but it's less of an attempt to run away from the vulnerability of these types of conversations and more so a line of questioning that he tends to get stuck on ("Why do old wounds hurt?", asks the amnesiac).

In truth, he really appreciates when Astarion opens up to him, especially when he shares a memory previously thought to be lost, as it occasionally happens during ANE - he just hates seeing his partner suffer.

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Chapter 1- Malign

Pairing: Bucky x F!reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of angst (sorry but not sorry), very toxic behaviours from both Bucky and Reader, 18+ MDNI

Length: 1.2k

Summary: You and Bucky are going through a rough patch. Is it something worth fixing?

A/N: Ok, so this has been an idea that I’ve been playing with for a few days so I decided to try it out. This is completely different from what I normally do. I plan to make this a mini-series, about 3-5 parts. I’d like to think this is Bucky after trying to acclimate back into a more “normal” life because let’s be honest, he’s a man with PTSD and lost a good chunk of his life. I was listening to The Black Dog and The Prophecy while writing this so it’s more angsty than I imagined.

You wake up cold, noticing an absence beside you. Part of you wants to stay in bed, not wanting to look for him. But the other part, the part that chooses to ignore the past few months, wants to. After about thirty seconds of debating, the latter wins.

You get out of bed and leave your bedroom. You find Bucky in the living room nursing a bottle of whiskey and Asgardian liquor, blankly staring at the wall. You let out a frustrated sigh and he looks up at you.

“Hey,” You say softly, trying to hide your true emotions.

He rolls his eyes and puts the bottle down on the coffee table. “What do you want?

You frown. “Never mind.”

Bucky rolls his eyes again. “Why are you giving me this ‘never mind’ bullshit?”

“You clearly don’t want to be bothered right now, so I’m going back to bed.”

You turn around and start to walk back to your shared bedroom. “Doll, wait.”

You pause and he gets up from the couch, moving in front of you. You both sit in silence before you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yes?”

“Why do you think you’re bothering me?”

You let out a scoff and shake your head. “I don’t know, maybe because you rolled your eyes and asked me, ‘what do you want’?”

Bucky lets out a frustrated groan. “You’re taking it the wrong way.”

“How am I supposed to take it, Bucky? Because to me, it sounds like you’re already pissed at me.”

Bucky looks down at you with a grumpy expression. “I’m already pissed at other stuff, it’s not you.”

“Well I’m still going to bed, I don’t want to be around you when you’re like this.”

“Why are you like this?” He mutters and rolls his eyes once more.

“Why do I have to be like this? That’s really funny coming from you.” 

“You always take things the wrong way.”

“You wanted space, I’m giving you space.” You finally decided to walk around him.

“I never said I wanted space!” He calls after you before deciding to follow you to your bedroom.

“Well you clearly are not in the mood to be around me so I’m removing myself from the situation.” You feel your throat tighten.

The past few months have been like this. It started off with small arguments like leaving a dish in the sink for a while, to making everything a fight. You don’t know what’s changed between the two of you. You both were like a well oiled machine, you both knowing what the other needed. But recently, you both were out of sync.

“Why do you always do this? Don’t walk away while we’re talking.” Bucky grabs your arm.

His grip is firm but not hard enough to hurt you. You jump and turn around, your eyes watering so much that a tear slips out.

“Let go.” Bucky immediately drops your arm.

“Why are you crying?” He asks gently.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because my boyfriend is in one of his moods?” You wipe your tears.

“This is so you,” Bucky lets out a scoff. “I told you it’s not about you. Not everything is about you.”

You feel a searing heat in your chest. “If that’s how you feel.”

You turn around and close the door, locking it behind you. Bucky stares at the door for a minute with his eyes widened. He pounds on the door.

He calls your name. “Open the door.”

You pull out a bag. “No.”

He calls your name again. “Open the damn door!”

“I’m not staying in the same room as you.” You pack some clothes and continue to wipe your tears.

“Just open the door!” You finally listen to him.

“You have two options, you either find somewhere else to sleep or I leave.”

“You can’t kick me out of our apartment.” He furrows his eyebrows.

You bring the bag over your shoulder. “Fine, I’m leaving then.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, noticing the bag finally. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I don’t know, maybe with Wanda or Natasha.”

Bucky steps in front of you. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here, in our room.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Then where are you going?”

“Why do I have to go somewhere? I didn’t do anything.”

“If you can’t see this clearly, then I can’t sleep under the same roof as you. Whether you like it or not, I’m not staying here tonight.”

“Please, don’t go Doll.” Bucky pleads as a last attempt.

“I can’t be in the same room as you right now.” You walk around him.

“Why are you being so damn difficult? You don’t need to run to Wanda or Natasha.”

“We can talk about this tomorrow. Once you’re not drunk.” You leave the room and head down the hall to the front door.

Bucky follows you out, going back to his spot on the couch. He takes a swig of the whiskey.

“Go, see if I care.” He scowls.

You falter in your steps for a moment. “Go to bed Bucky.”

You walk out of the front door, feeling Bucky’s glare. Bucky stares at the door for a moment before throwing the empty whiskey glass at the wall.

You hear the crash and turn to open the door. You stand there for a moment, your hand on the door knob debating on going back inside. You know Bucky, this isn’t who he is. But you can’t go back in. You turn around and make your way to Natasha’s.

Natasha’s apartment isn’t far from your apartment that you share with Bucky. You get there within 5 minutes and knock on her door.

Natasha opens the door, her eyebrows pulled together. “What are you doing here?”

You let yourself cry. “Can I stay here tonight?”

Natasha opens the door wider, ushering you in. “Of course, Babe.”

A few minutes later, you’re crying on the couch with a hot cup of cocoa. “I just don’t know where it all went wrong. It felt as if everything was going well, and now all we do is fight. I didn’t even want to look for him when I woke up.”

Natasha rubs your arm soothingly. “I understand. Bucky has a lot of baggage.”

“I don’t care about that.”

And it’s true. You know his past, his current nightmares, how he became who he is. It didn’t bother you because Bucky seemed to be improving.

“It feels like he’s going backwards. And…” You take a deep breath. “I don’t know if I want to stay around for that.”

Natasha nods her head. “No one would blame you if you wanted to take some time for yourself. Whether it’s a short break or a permanent one. But before you decide, maybe you need to sleep on it too.”

You nod. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

Natasha takes the almost empty mug from your hands and places it on her coffee table. “You know you can stay here as long as you want, right?”

You nod again. “Yes, thank you Nat. Really, for everything.”

Natasha hugs you. “No need to thank me. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

You follow Natasha to the guest room. You get into bed, thinking about everything. Do you want to break up with Bucky?

Temporarily?

Permanently?

[inthefoxholes]

Yes to everything you say.

This is such a strange way to watch movies, to need to have everything spelled out to you - i mean, the mcu is kinda responsible for this trend, trying to simplify everything to caricatures, *cough* Thanos *cough*.

I think Tony Stark is the most obvious candidate for this disconnect, because he is a selfish asshole billionaire, that got rich off of weapons manufacturing, who is shown, again and again, to not have functionining impulse control, to not be able see the bigger picture; he has anxiety and is up in his head a lot. None of this is inherently bad (except being a billionaire, of course, but even this could be reckoned with, narratively), but it makes for a complex character. But as you say, the narrative does not allow him to be one; he doesn't get to grow, he doesn't get to learn. From start to finish, he is the eccentric, abrasive guy with "secret" self-worth (daddy-)issues, which, yeah, make him martyr himself if need be, but never reconsider outside of these life and death situations. After every movie he starts again, only with more anxiety, more self-worth issues - no reflection, no growth.

In my opinion, this rather simplistic character-formula crashes horribly with the Cap franchise, which at least tries for more nuance, and, more importantly, does not tell their viewers so much. It shows, and you have to inference for yourself what it means/might mean/might imply. It never tells us, in so many words, that Bucky was too brainwashed to be culpable; we don't learn that POWs, even if they are not robbed of their whole agency as Bucky clearly was, cannot be held liable for their actions while in capitivity. It also never explains (in-movie, I mean), why exactly Howard transported the serum in his private car, with his wife present. (Infuriatingly, the movies keep teasing these things that never get explored. Like in Endgame, when it's shown that Howard knew Zola, worked kinda closely with him? When he must have known that it was Zola who tortured Bucky and what would later become the Howling Commandos, because Howard was shown to be obsessed with Captain America, so he would have known what happened on the mission that basically made his name. What is the connection here? What else did Howard know? We never find out, because Howard, too, gets redconned in the movies, from a complex, morally grey, shitty father to someone who always tried his best, he just didn't know any better! So like father like son, I guess, because Tony also never knows better.) But if you watch the movie, have watched CA:TWS, you know that Bucky is as much a victim as Howard, and cannot, in any sense, be held responsible for his actions. Which makes Tony, who hurts Bucky, sadistically, who is ready to seriously injure Steve to get to Bucky, unequivocally the villain. And the mcu does not like that or cannot deal with that, or maybe it doesn't fit their ten-year-multi-billion-dollar-plan, whatever, but it is a badly done, from a narrative standpoint, to have the Accords (the wrongness of them) be present in the following movies and series, but never ever reckon with what Tony did and what it shows him to be.

Also, to add to what you wrote (sorry this got so long, this has infuriated me for so long, i can never shut up about it. Apologies!), i mean, EVEN IF Bucky never helped anyone after getting away from Hydra after TWS, even if Bucky turned into a bitter, misanthropic asshole (which would be entirely justified, btw), it still would never be ok to murder someone. That, in-cannon, this gets treated like an "understandable" reaction, as if Tony were a child and not a goddamn grown man with every money-resources-information-agency available to him, that this gets treated as "just as bad as what Steve did, not telling Tony beforehand" boggles my fucking mind.

Like, I can't even tell who is (more) media illitarete here, the Tony stans or the makers of CW and everything after that, who just ignore this elephant in the room.

You can like Tony Stark, i don't mind, but at least be honest about who he keeps shown to be.

It is wild, as they say, that after 9 years, holding that Tony was morally wrong to try to murder Bucky in Civil War is still a controversial position.

Are Tony fans really such a morality void that they have to condone murder and revenge-killing.

[myz-wykkyd]

I'm making a new post because the person behind the @/simprocklies account deleted the reblogs off their post to silence those speaking out against them and supporting others who were harmed by their friend Sno4wy. I'd also like to state that evidence was pointed out to me of them tampering with evidence to try twist a situation to appear the way they wanted. There will also be an additional response to another account called @/WhatTheFuckMTAS whose similarly trying to defend Snowy, dismiss others as being part of a hate campaign, and trying to minimize the fact Snowy doxxed someone. I will not be silenced anymore o/ CONTEXT:

Link to the document addressing Snowy's Harmful behavior in the community: Link Link to the post I reblogged that was trying to dismiss those allegations: Link Screenshots of the above post just incase it's deleted.

My OG Response to this post:

The level of entitlement and hypocrisy in this post and the lengths your willing to go to cast malicious intent upon anyone who disagrees with you is alarming.

It's alarming that multiple people had a large document ready to go in a few days after being harassed for MONTHS? Then I'm sure that also means your just as alarmed by the 200+ page one that Snowy had.

Secondly, as sorry as I am that you were hurt by your removal from Simprock- your clearly letting that hurt cloud your judgment and are putting words in the mouths of the people who owned this server- there is nothing in that announcement that indicates their decision on who could stay or go had any reflection on whether a person was "Good enough"- on the contrary, they go out of their way to state the EXACT OPPOSITE and seem genuinely apologetic. But honestly, what gets me the most is that you act like you were entitled to have a place in there when that was never the case. The admins and mods of servers are volunteers who take time out of their own, busy lives to run these communities for us- and if they decided that their server had grown to large to manage and wanted to scale back it's size to reduce the work load for themselves- that is a perfectly reasonable decision to make. Making a new server wouldn't have fixed that issue- it would have just prolonged and exacerbate it. AND It is their server! They do not have to hand it over to anyone.

THIRDLY- your posting screenshots of messages of people (uncensored, which you complained the document didn't do. More hypocrisy.) allegedly ""harassing" Snowy but these are literally just normal, everyday people asking important questions and/or voicing their displease/concern with their actions. Criticism is NOT harassment and in situations like this no one is above criticism. Especially when Snowy doesn't talk in only "Private" places- He literally has a whole section in their server dedicated to publicly shaming people who "harassed them" with no evidence aside from "Trust me bro". Sounds to me that you and Snowy just want people to blindly believe them.

Fourthy- Both you and Snowy's entire argument against all of these people relies in leaps of logic SO VAST that the grand canyon would be JEALOUS. A person said they didn't want to join EITHER ZINE and Robyn (who ones run of these Zines) liked the post- indicating more to me that they support this person's choice. Instead, you look at this and decide with no further evidence this must mean they asked this person not to join? Yeah no- pics or didn't happen.

EDIT: to the above point. This was pointed out to me by someone else. My deepest apologies to Pebbles, I should have noticed this myself considering that the tweet these likes belong to wasn't shown. but I went to look at the message you claimed Robyn liked with malicious intent to just to see for myself, AND THERE WERE NO LIKES. The likes were on the parent post, not the comment you highlighted, so did you seriously just try and fabricate evidence?

Lastly--- I understand your worry for yourself and your friends! Mostly because I've been subjected to the same fear these last few months ever since I found out that Snowy, a person whom I've never spoken to, was talking shit about me and my server and trying to convince people I'm cliquey, problematic, and worse.

SCREENSHOTS OF MY EMPTY CHATLOGS WIITH SNOW, PROOVING WE'VE NEVER SPOKEN. (Note I joined EO shortly after it opened and am no longer there.)

SCREENSHOTS OF SNOWY ENGAGING IN HARMFUL BEHAVIOR TOWARDS ME, AGAIN, A PERSON HE DOES NOT KNOW.

SCREENSHOTS OF SNOWY'S FRIEND CLAIMING THAT MY CHOICE TO CUT TIES WITH SNOWY AND HIS FRIENDS AFTER SEEING THESE MESSAGES MAKES ME "COMPLECET TO HARASSMENT"

(Funny note here, they complained about someone else vauging them in their post simply asking to be left alone, but did the exact same thing to me and others.)

I've been living in fear of Snowy for MONTHS because I committed the unforgivable crime of "existing", and the fact that you have the audacity to defend as if their innocent after what they did to me/others is sickening.

Snowy made their bed by dragging innocent people through the mud. Everything that has followed has been a consequence of his and his friends own actions (Snowy being a jerk, Friends asking for proof, ect). Snowy can made their bed, now they can lay in it. To Whatthefuckmtas:

Here's a screenie going around of Snowy admitting in his public discord server that he doxed people.

Snowy doxxed people. Since you obviously don't seem to care about how severe that is I don't really expect you to understand anything else. I'd tell you the door is over there but then you just had to keep going, didn't you?

As you can read above- this person is just like Snowy. Speaking out against someone you don't know who tried to ruin your reputation because they just felt like it? Booooo your a meangirl bully! Hate campaign! Everyone who supports you is just as bad! //ignores Snowy doing the same thing How about you and your friend fuck off and get a life instead? I mean all this started in the first place because your friend couldn't handle the fact someone else was shipping with the same character as them. But you could also go further and stop, ya know, judging people off "vibes" and trying to ruin ppls reputation over it.

[polyamorousmood]

I feel like I'm inclined toward, not fully open relationships per se, but closed small group poly if that makes sense. But the thing is I'm still a virign in terms of penetrative sex and I can't see how someone in my situation can be with multiple people at once because how would I even choose which one to let fuck me first. Also, I'm a bi woman and have internalized the idea that my first time with a man has to happen before my first time with a woman because if it happened the other way around I'd be betraying the Sapphic community by straying for men. And on top of that I can't do no strings attached sex (on some level I'd argue no such thing truly exists, that the act itself comes with strings by design) or one night stands. I've tried, and it's never ended well even though I want to be able to be fun enough to be worth being with in a world where refusing early sexual contact gets me written off as incompatible by the vast majority of people outside who align with my core political and social values. So that brings another problem I need, if not a relationship, at least a very strong friendship and basis of trust and comfort to sleep with someone, which is also antithetical to the way things work in the real world past high school. And I can't fathom the thought of being penetrated by a circumcised penis due to past attempts being really awful and failing and being blamed for that failure and me not being willing to risk that ever happening again. In theory I'd blow a guy who was circumcised but I'm too afraid of being forced to go further than that so I'd rather not even be in any kind of sexual situation with them. And like I want to believe that there's some circumcised guy out there who would be willing to prove me wrong but I can't see that happening so despite living in a state where like 85% of the male population is circumcised and the majority that aren't being notably younger I find myself trying to look for a man with whom I a share core values, shared interests and mutual romantic and sexual attraction and who is uncircumcised and not so big that I can't imagine it not hurting and who is okay with not having sexual intercourse right away and who will provide a comfortable and good experience for my first time (setting aside the inherent awkwardness of a first time) and who will stick with me allowing me to learn from practice together rather than abandoning me for not being perfect in the bedroom from the get go as is so often expected once your past a certain age (I'm at an age where it's assumed you've had sex before so nobody bothers asking and I'm never sure when to bring it up) so that I can share that with him and then I plan to eventually ask to open things up. Initially just to pursue my feelings toward other women but after some time I would consider asking if it'd be okay for me to add other men to our polycule as well but the trouble is I can't seem to find the right first man. Any advice?

Yeah, so uh. Basically?

You made up most of those rules. You don't have to follow them.

I am sympathetic to the nature of trauma, and of anxieties. It is because of my sympathy that I think it is a bad idea to default to capitulating to them.

Put more plainly, you complicate your life unnecessarily by letting your worst thoughts dictate your actions.

Any one of these considerations would be reasonable enough. We all do this on ocassion, and we are right to do so! Not everything is worth the mental struggle of untangling. Having said that. You clearly have so many untangled thought patterns and habits that it's interfering significantly with your life which means it's time to roll up your sleeves and sit down with at least one of these wads of Christmas lights🎄🧶, metaphorically speaking.

I don't care which one you start with, but it seems to me the easiest would be your point about *checks notes📝* dating a man first so you aren't betraying saphics? Did I get that right?

If you'll allow me to be blunt, you already characterized this thought as a stupid one. So why are you still planning on following it❓️❓️ Sweetheart. You know this. You know that's a thought we think and go "well the medallion says that's stupid so we're not gonna do that" [<-reference you don't need to get]. But here you are, planning your whole life around it? What the fuck are we doing here, lady? Leave that shit on the side of the road where it belongs! Your honorable sanitation worker will dispose of that trash if you just leave it outside and ignore it long enough, my good bitch (affectionate).

You could work on the other stuff too. Trauma is a mess, and I respect due caution⚠️ with the dating world. But it is... just sad to me you're willing to write off 70% of men for a feature they cannot change. That's probably a lot more to unpack, and I am not qualified to give that intensive mental health advise. But, man, I would understand if a fella were a little hurt. 🫤

Massive pivot incoming

But I think you were posting asking for advice on how to get into relationship(s) like what you specified. And like, if you're not going to put some work into the above, then I suppose my advice would be to try to 🦄Unicorn🦄? If you're not in the know, that means (roughly) that you become the "third" for an established couple👫. I'm given to understand bisexuality women are very popular in this niche. It has its own pitfalls, but you wouldn't have to worry about the order if you were dating them both, for one. It also might help some of your anxiety around men to have a woman that's vouching for him. And like. Those that are seeking a relationship (and not just a casual sex) would, I assume, be willing to wait a bit without a whole lot of hullabaloo since they can still fuck each other in the meanwhile. 🤷‍♀️ It's good practice during these to discuss what sex would look like ahead of time anyway, so that would be a natural time to bring up... all of what you wrote. [EDIT: I don't think the matter of who to fuck first would be an issue. Sleep with the man first since you said that's what you want. They're not going to take offense, and if they are, they will be very upfront about it]

Aside from that, I think your only option would be to befriend a lot of men🧍‍♂️👨‍🦱👨🧍‍♂️👨‍🦳👨‍🍼, ask weirdly specific questions about their genitals🤔 until you find one that seems suitable, and start angling for a friends-to-lovers situation.

Or, oh here's a novel one, get you a guy who's into bandage🪢➰️ and tease/denial! Then you'll control everything sexually and he won't be bothered! Win-win! Have you tried FetLife? (Light-hearted... but only half joking)

Also, everyone's mileage will vary, but I have found men wanting a relationship with you are willing to sort through sexual stuff with you. I'd take the time to get to know someone first, make sure you're both a little invested. The ones who care about sexual stuff so much they'd "abandon" you... probably wasn't serious about the relationship (not to say a guy's never gotten serious after getting invested at least partially through sex).

whatever you decide to do, good luck out there, friend.🍀🍀

[theallianceofcelestials]

instead of Eclipse turning into a baby for a little bit, what if KC (and maybe the uncles) turned into babies? :)

I'm sorry, I won't format this as well as I did before :(

Chaos. Utter, complete, chaos. No matter if they kept their mental capacities, it's chaos all around!

Eclipse as the newly titled eldest would just panic, trying his best to keep the children contained, even if the children were adults in a child's body. His daycare attendant programming would kick in fully, and he'd have to catch himself multiple times when he slips into the Mr Eclipse sona. Which'd amuse the babs, but terrify the adults in kid bodies. So depending on which of the two scenarios you chose, Eclipse would be slipping into a mental space he doesn't like all that much, and if it's the scenario where it's just the baby bodies the 'adults' would feel uncomfortable too

Bloodmoon would be lost. Occasionally holding the childified dad and uncles with disbelief. They don't know what to do, because the people they look to to fix these sorts of situations are the ones in peril. Doesn't matter if they still have the adult minds or not. They're panicking, and they'd run off into the woods, hoping when they came back it'd all be fixed

Solar Flare would take one look at them, and if they still have their adult minds would just act as usual, if slightly more awkward as it feels like it might hurt them any second, but if they're actual children it'd act a bit stilted as it tried figuring out what was acceptable but also not weird. It'd cave to actual children ordering it around so fast. It'd also freak out because Bloodmoon ran off, and they're worried about them, and they're worried about Eclipse too who's clearly spiraling, and they're the first line of defence now, because they're down some of their best.

Lunar would assume it's a joke at first, and laugh. If they're adults in children's bodies he'd get scolded, which'd make him act very self-conscious for a bit so he doesn't get into trouble and doesn't get grounded. If they turned into actual children, both mentally and physically, he'd freak out, and try calling for Moon until he realises uncle Moonie is currently a baby. He'd have a couple mental cirises, trying to stop his father and uncles from eating crayons and stuff, and it'd be him who takes over caring for them when Eclipse has had enough and excuses himself to look for a solution without any distractions.

[wonubby]

fell in luv - itoshi rin

CHAPTER 02: HOMEWORK SUCKS!

SYPNOSIS Rin Itoshi thought life was all about football—until Y/N L/N and their chaotic group of friends proved otherwise. Now, he’s stuck navigating late-night hangouts, dumb arguments, and way too much teasing—all while somehow being hopelessly in love. It’s a story of laughter, love, and Rin just trying (and failing) to keep his cool.

a/n: HI GUYS please ignore the "prankshit" watermark.. im on laptop so making these are pretty hard

written part after all the pics!

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as the door to rin itoshi's room burst open, four teens stood frozen, mouths agape in shock.

there, in the dim light, was rin—shirtless—locked in a kiss with a fully clothed y/n. at the sudden intrusion, the love-struck pair jolted apart, scrambling in a flustered mess to compose themselves.

eita let out an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms. "and what did i fucking say, riya?" he muttered, clearly salty that no one had listened to him.

riya side-eyed the boy beside her. "okay, eita, congrats. you were right this one time and, for once, not thinking with your dick—no one cares." she turned to y/n. "you promised to help me with my homework, which is why we're here. get up."

without hesitation, riya shoved rin off y/n, earning herself a sharp glare from the irritated striker.

"i thought i told you we were busy," rin grumbled, clearly annoyed that their date had been so rudely interrupted.

y/n, ever the peacemaker, gave him a reassuring smile. "it's fine, rin. i really did promise to help her. once we're done, they'll leave, and we can pick up where we left off."

naomi scratched her neck, glancing awkwardly to the side. "about that... your mom insisted we stay over since it's pretty late. we tried to say no, but she wouldn't let up."

a pillow smacked her straight in the face.

"rin, what the fuck!" naomi screamed, ready to lunge at him if she wasn’t being held back.

"deserved," rin muttered.

eita, watching the chaos unfold, grinned from ear to ear. "this is more entertaining than a movie."

"yeah, and we're the ones stuck in the middle of it," riya shot back, clearly unimpressed by the situation. "thanks, rin."

naomi, now fuming, rubbed her cheek where the pillow had hit. "you guys are unbelievable."

"you were the one who knocked on my door," rin retorted, leaning back on the couch.

"right, and you couldn't just act normal for once?" naomi grumbled.

yukimiya kenyu, who had been quietly observing the drama from the corner, finally spoke up, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "this is why i don't do sleepovers. too much drama."

y/n rolled her eyes from where she was sitting, barely looking up. "yeah, because we all love being dragged into this shitshow," she muttered, taking a swig from her drink. "honestly, i just want to go to sleep."

riya shot her a glare but didn't respond.

"well, we're here now, might as well make it fun, right?" kenyu suggested with a grin, flopping down beside y/n.

y/n shot him a deadpan look. "fun? really? because this feels more like a disaster waiting to happen."

"you're such a buzzkill," eita laughed.

"i'm just being honest," y/n shrugged, clearly uninterested in the idea of any fun.

"so... not even a little fun?" naomi pushed, trying to lighten the mood.

y/n raised an eyebrow. "fun for you guys, maybe."

"oh, come on, y/n," eita whined, nudging her with his elbow. "you gotta admit, this is pretty hilarious."

"i'll admit that you are pretty annoying," y/n shot back, not missing a beat. "but hey, that's nothing new."

riya, now sitting cross-legged on the floor, rolled her eyes. "please don’t start with your crap, y/n. we already have enough chaos without you adding to it."

"chaos?" y/n snorted, raising her glass. "this is a disaster. i don’t know what you’re all on about."

"it's fun in its own way," yukimiya said, finally showing a hint of amusement. "no one's getting hurt. just... loudly inconvenienced."

rin, who had been watching the back-and-forth with mild annoyance, groaned. "i'm literally right here, and you're all treating this like some kind of sitcom."

"you're just mad 'cause we ruined your romantic evening," eita teased, flashing him a smirk. "shoulda locked the door, man."

"next time, maybe i will," rin muttered, sinking back into the couch.

y/n, still leaning back and sipping her drink, shot a look at riya. "so, homework? wanna get it over with so i can leave and pretend this nightmare never happened?"

riya nodded quickly, relief spreading across her face. "finally! thank you!"

the group had somehow made it through the night without any more major drama—though the tension still lingered in the air. the homework was finished (with plenty of y/n’s sarcastic commentary along the way), and now everyone was scattered around the room, occupying the floor or leaning against the walls.

y/n, sprawled out on rin's bed, shot a glance at him, who had finally relaxed. "well, that wasn’t so bad. you can go back to sulking now."

rin raised an eyebrow but said nothing, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

otoya, leaning against the wall, grinned. "i think we've survived the worst of it. unless rin decides to start throwing stuff again."

"i could. don’t tempt me," rin muttered, his eyes half-closed as he joined y/n on the bed.

naomi, sitting on the floor near the door, raised her head from her phone with a sigh. "so, is this how it’s gonna be now? just... awkward silence until someone explodes?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "because i’m already over this whole 'sleepover' vibe."

"you think we’re gonna explode? i think we’re already there," eita said, his voice dry as he kicked his feet up onto a nearby chair. "too many personalities in one room."

"you can always leave, naomi," yukimiya added lazily, glancing up from his phone, a bored look on his face. "not like you’re forced to stay."

naomi shot him a side-eye. "i tried to leave earlier, but someone’s mom insisted we stay over." she shot a look at rin, who only shrugged in response.

y/n let out a loud groan, slumping further into the bed. "this night is like a car crash that just keeps going. i can’t wait for it to end."

"tell me about it," naomi muttered, leaning back against the doorframe. "who knew spending time with you guys would be worse than studying for finals?"

rin sighed. "so this is how it’s gonna be, huh? a bunch of loud idiots trying to make something out of nothing." he shot a glance at y/n. "i mean, i’d prefer some peace too, but this isn’t really the vibe i was expecting."

"well, we’re here now, so suck it up," y/n shot back, not bothering to sit up.

naomi looked at rin, then at y/n, and shook her head. "you two are impossible. you know that, right?"

"impossible?" rin smirked. "you guys were the ones who walked in here uninvited. i wasn’t expecting anything but chaos."

"no kidding," eita chimed in, kicking back in the corner. "next time, let’s not follow y/n’s ‘invite,’ huh?"

yukimiya, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up, his voice bored but tinged with amusement. "honestly, i’m just waiting for someone to do something interesting. this is too much talking, not enough action."

otoya snickered. "you’re just waiting for a pillow fight, aren’t you?"

y/n snorted from the bed. "if anyone starts a pillow fight, i’m out. i’m not that desperate for entertainment."

"and there’s the real y/n," riya muttered with a roll of her eyes. "always a pain in the ass."

"thank you, i try," y/n replied sarcastically, finally propping herself up on one elbow.

rin gave her a smirk, clearly used to her attitude. "you really know how to kill the mood, huh?"

"someone’s got to do it," she muttered, smirking back at him. "besides, this whole ‘sleepover’ thing was never my idea of fun."

rin leaned closer, his voice softer, more affectionate. "but you’re stuck with me now."

y/n met his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "guess i’ll survive," she replied, her tone a mix of sarcasm and something a little sweeter.

rin’s smirk softened into a real smile as he nudged her gently. "you say that now, but i think you’re secretly enjoying it."

y/n rolled her eyes but leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder as the room fell back into a quiet, comfortable lull. despite the chaos, this was somehow the most peaceful moment of the night.

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[suzukiblu]

I'm sorry for asking but I need to know before I decide to keep reading the sex puzzle room(?) Wip bc rn it's a bit too dark for me.

I don't need too many spoiler or anything, but does it get better? Like, is this going to get a happier ending? Or any kind of healthier, emotional resolution? Bc I can't deal with hurt-no-comfort right now, but your writing is so good I don't wanna miss out unless absolutely necessary.

Thanks in advance 💜

Naw, that's a totally fair/understandable question, esp when a thing's not, like, a complete fic on AO3 with a full list of applicable tags attached. Like, absolutely makes sense to ask, imo.

Though just gonna pop the answer behind a cut for anyone who doesn't actually wanna know anything vibes-related about either the ending or the emotional path we go through to get there.

tl;dr: I am intending a "situation is improved" ending; worst-case scenario is "situation improved but bittersweetly". Like, we won't say full-on HAPPY given the circumstances of the fic setup and all, but emotionally in a better place, basically.

The current word count's like 10k-ish, and my current don't-quote-me-on-this-but-probably estimate is it'll be between another 5 and 10k before I finish it, so if you're really on the fence I might suggest waiting to read 'til the whole fic's done and posted on AO3? Since then you could, like, see all the tags all together to make your final decision and also would be able to just read it straight through as opposed to it being a dragged-out thing that might be more stressful to read.

There's still Kon's current level of emotional breakdown to get through, obviously--which just so you know def is gonna escalate to more upsetting territory in terms of his thoughts/feelings/things he says before it ends--but after that particular crescendo the fic should have a bit of wind-down and then wrap up. I'm not intending to end on an awful miserable downer or anything like that; the worst the ending vibe might end up is maybe a "painful but for the best" bittersweet, but my actual INTENTIONS for the ending emotions that I want the reader to walk away feeling are more, like, "the situation is not insta-fixed and is emotionally a Lot(tm) for EVERYONE in different ways, but there is clearly visible light at the end of the tunnel".

[photoniccyclone]

Crack Theory: Zym Will Be the One To Save Claudia

Sounds crazy right? But here me out, I may be huffing some major copium right now and it requires some other headcannons to come true but when you think about it... this could be a really cool thing for them to do.

Zym can talk now, which means he's gonna need to be a charatcer and do character things, what better way to do that then take a crack at saving Claudia and bringing a new perspective the others didn't? Picking up where they failed?

In order to be saved now, after all the damage that's been done to her, she's going to need two things in my eyes.

A lot of empathy. Those who try to save her need to have sympathy and empathy for her situation and while not agreeing with what she did, have the understanding of why she did them and what she's going through, and have the ability to be patient with her and help her when she's struggling. This is going to be hard for a lot of the cast. Rayla definitely can not do this because she just downright hates her (she spent the two year time jump trying to kill her) so she's out. The rest, their emphathy has been spent potentially after their failed attempts to save her, which were, not very successful for a variety of reasons i.e tricking her with a fake mom (diabolical) or straight up making her feel gaslit. (I'm referencing the "I think we have different bone feelings" it's important to note that I don't think Soren was gaslighting her because he truly believed in what he said, but to someone like her, it can come across as gaslighting.) Or not giving her the time of day, but that's not the point. The point is that the rest of the cast feels they've done all they can, even Soren feels that way, remember he begs Terry to let him kill her! While we don't know where Zym stands on this, we can start to sow some doubt in his mind about the dragaang's methods. This will not only help explain why Zym wants to try and take a crack at saving Claudia but also help develop him into his own character who isn't just Ezran 2.0. Maybe him and Ez can even have a disagreement over this at some point! Wouldn't it be cool to see an argument or a bit of a temporary falling out between these two? Zym has been shown to be extremely emphathetic so far, similar to Ezran and has a chance that he could feel like he could bring something new to the table that the gang hasn't tried before which I will get into later. (ANNNNDDDDD, if a certain headcannon holds true he might be perfect for the job)

A proper addressing of Xadia's crimes. Yes, she's definitely going to need this. What Xadia did in the past drives a lot of her character, maybe not as much as family but it's a huge motivator, and it must sting really hard when her own brother contradicts everything with "I don't have the same bone feelings". It could easily be going through her mind right now like "Are you crazy? after everything they did to us your just all lovey dovey with them? Like it just didn't happen?". Someone is going to need to acknowledge what happened, clearly and definitively and also apologize for it and deliver the promise that they will make sure it will never happen again. Now... who better to deliver this message to her than the literal King of The Dragons himself who literally has the power to make it never happen again? Could this cure her instantly? No, maybe not... Claudia is hurting badly and the scars run deep, but that could be the beginning to set off a chain reaction that Zym could help her through by instilling point 1.

Now, if a certain headcannon comes true which could make narrative sense, it would just make this all the more powerful. You know how Ezran is an empath with animals? Like he can basically talk to them to an extent and can also feel their pain (novelizations), what if Zym is the same, but for humans and elves. This is not entirely baseless either, other than providing cool symmetry it would also explain why Zym is able to communicate telepathically with Ezran to an extent. It's two empaths connecting to each other. If Zym has this power, he could potentially understand what Claudia feels on a deeper level then anyone else because he literally feels it too, and thus would easier be able to empathize with her making point 1 all the more plausible.

And on top of everything... I just feel it would be really sweet. I love Zym, I love Claudia and seeing Zym be a character by performing something so monumental and helping someone who clearly needs help would just be... kinda heartwarming to me if done correctly. That's why it's a crack theory at the end of the day. There's not hard evidence and it relies on some assumptions, but do I want it to happen? Absolutely?

But hey, if you disagree, that's fine too! :)

"But Claudia is pure evil and I want her to burn."

I disagree on that but to each their own, fine If you want that too I guess lmao.

[kangshxrtie]

Fifteen | Crashing down

"She's her problem now Baby, and she'll stay with her" - Tummy Hurts, Reneé Rapp

you made eye contact with yunjin for a couple of seconds before shifting your full attention to nien, blocking the korean-american girl from your mind.

you delivered your line, and nien responded by kissing you, just like the script said.

"cut," yunjin called out.

but you and nien kept kissing.

"cut," yunjin repeated, her voice sharper this time.

still, you and nien didn't pull away.

"cut!" yunjin yelled, louder and more frustrated.

finally, you and nien broke apart, slightly breathless.

"was it a good take?" you asked casually, as nien wiped some of your lip gloss off her lips with the back of her hand.

"yeah, it should be; we're just gonna look over it," chaewon replied, glancing at the monitor.

you and nien exchanged an awkward glance before getting off the bed. you made your way over to where intak was standing, arms crossed and smirking.

"that kiss was a lil something-something," he teased, nudging you playfully.

"we just wanted to make it good for the film," you replied coolly.

"sure," he nodded, clearly unconvinced but letting it slide.

you were about to talk back when yunjin approached, her expression tight.

"y/n, let's talk," she said, gesturing toward the door, her tone leaving little room for argument.

"later. i'm a little busy talking with intak right now," you replied, barely sparing her a glance.

"it's important," yunjin pressed, her voice firmer.

intak looked between the two of you, sensing the tension thickening like fog. not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, he gave a polite nod and quickly excused himself. coward.

you sighed and followed yunjin outside. the cool air hit your face, but it did nothing to ease your feelings right now.

"so you wanna explain that?" yunjin snapped as soon as you were far enough from the door.

"explain what? i was just talking to intak," you replied, feigning innocence.

"you know that's not what i'm talking about," yunjin shot back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i really don't," you said, your voice dripping with mock confusion.

"okay, since you wanna act like this. why didn't you stop nien when she kept kissing you?" yunjin's eyes narrowed.

"why would i? she was just acting," you shrugged, nonchalant.

"we both know damn well that wasn't acting. she likes you," yunjin accused, her tone sharp.

"if she does, then what?" you countered, raising an eyebrow.

"i would hope my girlfriend would keep some distance from another girl that clearly likes her," yunjin said, her voice tight with frustration.

"well, i think chaewon likes you. will you keep your distance from her if i ask?" you shot back without missing a beat.

"that's different," yunjin sighed.

"tell me how it's any different. i'm in the same situation as you. nien's my main partner, chaewon's yours. what's different? 'cause i really need to know," you challenged, your patience wearing thin.

"you and nien kiss for this project," yunjin stated flatly. you couldn't lie—she had a point there.

"we're actors, though. it means nothing," you lied effortlessly.

"even if it means nothing to you, it clearly meant something to nien," yunjin shot back, her gaze sharp.

"at least she makes her feelings public," you muttered under your breath.

"i'm sorry, what was that?" yunjin asked, disbelief etched in her features.

before either of you could say more, soobin poked his head out. "are y'all done out here? we need to film the last scene."

"give us—" yunjin started, but you cut her off. "yeah, we're done talking," you said curtly, heading back inside with soobin. yunjin stood there for a few seconds, frozen, her jaw clenched before she finally followed.

she wasn't done talking to you. but that would have to wait.

eventually, filming wrapped up, the tension still lingering in the air.

"dinner on me to celebrate all the troubles and shit we went through to get this done," soobin said, stretching his arms with a satisfied grin.

"and drinks on me because we deserve to get fucked up," yeonjun added, already pulling out his phone to scout for bars nearby.

"i will not complain about that," chaewon chimed in, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

everyone began packing up but since you were only an actor, you didn't have much to carry, so you decided to help keeho tidy up his area.

"so... you and nien?" keeho asked casually, stacking some equipment.

"what about us?" you replied, helping him pack the cables.

"are you two... you know?" keeho pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"keeho, just ask what you wanna ask," you shot back, not missing a beat.

"are you two dating?" he finally blurted.

"no," you shook your head, stuffing some scripts into a bag.

"then what the fuck was that kiss earlier? i know you heard yunjin say cut," keeho said, narrowing his eyes.

"guess she couldn't get enough of me," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"so you two like each other," keeho smirked, clearly entertained.

"maybe," you replied, glancing over and catching yunjin eavesdropping, her gaze sharp as ever.

"we're leaving now," yunjin announced abruptly, her voice cutting through.

"let's go then," you said, brushing past her to walk out with keeho, pretending not to notice the glare she shot your way.

"are you riding with me?" keeho asked as you reached the parking lot.

"y/n can ride with me," yunjin interjected quickly, her tone firm. chaewon tilted her head slightly at that but kept her thoughts to herself.

just then, intak and nien emerged from the building, loading their stuff into keeho's car.

"actually, i'll ride with keeho," you decided, heading toward his car without another glance at yunjin.

"i hope there's still room for me," you said, standing behind nien as she shut the trunk.

she turned around, her smile softening. "of course. i can always make room for you."

"good." nien helped you toss your bag into the backseat, and the two of you climbed in together.

"i think i fucked up. don't make out in the back of my car!" keeho groaned as he settled into the driver's seat.

"we make no promises," you joked, buckling in with a grin.

"i will actually jump out of this car if y'all start that shit," intak muttered from the passenger seat, shaking his head.

meanwhile, yunjin, chaewon, soobin, and yeonjun stood near the front of the building, watching the scene unfold.

"i had a feeling the rumors were true," yeonjun remarked, his eyes following keeho's car as it pulled away.

"they're not," yunjin snapped, her jaw tight.

"then how do you explain that?" yeonjun countered.

"they're just playing their roles a little too well," yunjin said coolly, unlocking her car with a sharp click. "now let's go. we have to beat them there."

"but filming's literally over," yeonjun muttered, trailing behind as the group followed yunjin to her car.

the whole dinner was spent with you and nien hanging onto each other. obviously part of the plan, and tonight you were going all out. you didn’t make eye contact with yunjin even once, except during the group cheers at the beginning. you talked to everyone but her, even chaewon, just to really drive the point home: she was the problem.

once everyone finished eating, you all made your way to a bar right across the street.

you were busy taking shots with keeho and yeonjun when yunjin pulled nien off to the side while chaewon was outside putting something in the car.

"i didn’t know you and y/n were that close," yunjin said.

"oh, it’s recent. we’ve just been good company to each other lately," nien replied casually.

"do you like her?" yunjin asked, her tone sharp.

"well..." nien trailed off, letting the word hang in the air.

"you shouldn’t. i’m pretty sure she’s already dating somebody else," yunjin snapped.

"yeah, i know. i don’t really like who she’s dating, though," nien shot back, her glare unwavering, making it clear she knew exactly of the “relationship” that was going on between you and yunjin.

"don’t be a homewrecker," yunjin warned.

"you don’t have to worry about me," nien replied, raising her hands in mock defense. "what you should worry about is her." she nodded toward chaewon, who had just walked back through the door.

"you don’t know anything," yunjin retorted.

"okay~" nien dragged out the word with a smirk.

yunjin stared her down for a moment before turning on her heel and walking over to chaewon. nien just laughed to herself and made her way back to you.

"your girlfriend just threatened me," she announced with a grin.

"she did? how?" you asked, intrigued.

"i think she was trying to act like a wingman at first, but then she switched up when i admitted i was interested in you," nien said.

"oooh. you’re interested in me," you teased.

"oh, shit! you weren’t supposed to know," nien replied, feigning shock.

"sucks for you. i have a girlfriend right now," you shot back playfully.

"right now," nien repeated with a sly grin. "but maybe not in a couple of hours, hopefully."

"hopefully," you echoed, smirking.

you spent the rest of the night taking shots with the group, minus yunjin, who you continued to avoid. yunjin, on the other hand, couldn’t stop watching you. the way you laughed with nien, how close you seemed, the casual touches; it all annoyed her. sometimes nien would catch yunjin’s glare and respond with a smug smile, especially when you were leaning into the taiwanese-vietnamese girl, and that really set yunjin on edge. but she held back, knowing she couldn’t cause a scene in front of everyone.

luckily for her, you eventually slipped away to the bathroom. yunjin followed, waiting outside the one-person stall. as soon as you stepped out, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a nearby private room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“what the fuck, yunjin?” you yelled, but the korean-american girl quickly covered your mouth, dragging you into an empty room, meant for private sessions, and slamming the door shut.

“what the fuck is your problem?” yunjin snapped the moment the door clicked shut, her eyes blazing with frustration.

“what are you even talking about, yunjin?” you shot back, feigning confusion.

“what do you mean, what?” she lashed out, her hands gesturing wildly. “you and nien! whatever the fuck you two have going on.”

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” you replied flatly, crossing your arms defensively.

“are you serious? you and nien have been acting like girlfriends all night!” yunjin spat, her voice rising with each word.

“i mean, isn’t that good for us though? you didn’t want anybody to know about us,” you countered.

“that doesn’t mean i want people to think you’re with somebody else,” yunjin shot back, her frustration boiling over.

“as long as we know what’s happening between us, it’s fine. that’s what you said, right?” you retaliated.

“yeah, but we should at least not entertain other people,” she snapped, the hypocrisy in her words almost laughable.

you nearly rolled your eyes. “you act like you’re single. what’s the problem with me doing the same?”

“i’m sorry i don’t want people to make up rumors and shit about us,” yunjin said, her voice softer now, but the irritation still lingering.

“that’s literally the least of my worries about us,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head.

yunjin sighed, rubbing her face in frustration. “i don’t know what you want me to do to make this better.”

“i don’t want anything,” you shrugged, your indifference only fueling her annoyance.

yunjin’s jaw clenched. “so you want me to not hang out with anybody and devote all my attention to you, basically?”

“that’s literally not what i said at all. obviously, we don’t understand each other. maybe it’s best if we just end this,” you said, your voice steady but your heart pounding.

“wait, y/n, please don’t break up with me. we can settle our problems and be together. please,” she begged, her voice trembling slightly as her eyes pleaded with you.

you sighed, watching her crumble in front of you, her desperation evident in the way she clung to the last shred of hope.

“we can even become public if that’s what you want. just please don’t leave me,” she added quickly.

“then let’s go out there right now and announce our relationship,” you said without missing a beat, challenging her.

yunjin physically recoiled, her face betraying her hesitation before she quickly recovered. “well, maybe not right now, but like within a week, of course.”

“why not?” you pressed, crossing your arms.

“listen, just hear me out. i obviously want to be with you, but i just gotta handle some stuff first, and then we can—”

“so you can cut off all your hoes?” you scoffed, bitterness lacing your words.

“i have no hoes! just you,” yunjin exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation.

“can you please stop lying?” you snapped, rolling your eyes.

“baby, i swear i only want to be with you. you’re the love of my life,” yunjin said, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness.

you sighed deeply, walking toward her, watching her face light up with hope—only for it to drop when you spoke. “you should be saying that to chaewon.”

“what do you mean?” yunjin choked out, her face paling.

“you thought i wouldn’t know?” you asked, your voice calm but laced with fury.

“listen, i don’t know what nien told you, but nothing is going on between me and chaewon,” she stammered.

“nien didn’t tell me anything; i’m the one who told her,” you replied coldly.

“huh? what do you mean?” yunjin’s confusion only made her look guiltier.

“i literally saw you two, yunjin!” you yelled, your anger finally spilling over.

“baby, that’s a misunderstanding,” yunjin tried to explain, her words empty.

“so you remember our anniversary? when i suddenly couldn’t meet up? it was because i saw you laid up in bed with chaewon,” you said, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest.

“listen, baby, what i had with chaewon wasn’t serious,” yunjin said, stepping closer as if proximity could erase the betrayal.

“so we weren’t serious?” a new voice cut through, and both of you turned to see chaewon standing in the doorway.

“huh?” yunjin spun around, her face draining of color.

“you just told y/n we weren’t serious. she already found out, what’s the point of hiding it?” chaewon said, her expression unreadable.

“did you tell her?” yunjin asked, her voice sharp with accusation.

“i didn’t say anything,” chaewon replied coolly.

“i literally just found out on my own. nobody told me anything,” you told her.

“wait, y/n, can you just hear me out for a second—” yunjin pleaded, her voice desperate.

“what is there to hear you out about? i know everything,” you interrupted, your voice low but firm. “even your project that, for some reason, included you dating me.”

“i swear there’s context,” yunjin insisted, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“i don’t even care. i’m gonna make this easier for all of us and just break up with you now,” you said softly, the finality in your words hitting harder than any scream could.

“baby, please,” yunjin begged, her voice breaking.

“i hope you and chaewon are happy together,” you said quietly, turning on your heel and walking out of the room. 

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[aainiouu]

Mama I’m in love with a dude in my gym

After the fire truck accident and multiple let downs by his body, Maddie has to fight tooth and nail to get Buck go to physiotherapy.

She tries and tries to find one who Buck likes enough to stick to it. He knows Buck needs someone he can feel comfortable with. (She’s heard some murmurings about a therapist and it going horribly wrong, but she has not asked around too much and like Buck is clearly depressed about his current situation so it hasn’t been easy.) Then Maddie finds a miracle, Eddie, who himself is a former firefighter and someone who understands the demands of the job and Buck can relate to.

It’s not much but Buck promises to meet with Eddie and Maddie feels hopeful for the first time in weeks.

—

Buck isn’t really sure why Maddie thinks that this physiotherapist is going to be any different than the other ones. But he doesn’t want to disappoint Maddia so he packs himself to go to the gym, limps through the foyer and is greeted with a gym full of people. The only thing missing is his elusive trainer and the locker room. He feels stupid just standing there, balancing with his bag and his cane trying to find a place where he can change and get ready.

He almost gives up until he sees another gym goer go through a door with bags and he limps after this person figuring out that that is where the locker rooms must be.

He balances his stuff on his arm and reaches for the door, only to find it stuck. He pushes and pushes and when it finally budges he realizes he made a horrible mistake. The heavy door yanks all of his mass and frame after it and with his bad leg his balance is compromised so he falls after it, hits his head on the door and accidentally puts his weight on his bad leg. Tears spring into his eyes from the pain and when he lifts his gaze the view in front of him makes him sweat.

The door opened into a gym, another gym, a martial arts gym, currently full of people smacking, pummeling and kicking each other. Buck also realizes that he has gotten the attention of a pair of very nice amused and little concerned blue eyes with his fumbling.

Attached to a very gorgeous man standing closest to him. A VERY gorgeous man.

Buck blushes, mumbles, and limps away from the door, towards another one with big bold lettering “Locker room - Men” reading on it. He feels the eyes following him on the back of his neck. The humiliation is almost too much to bear, he didn’t want to come here in the first place and now his leg hurts more than it did when Buck left home. He promised Maddie he would try, but he’s never coming back here. He feels pathetic, he made an bumbling ass out of himself in front of everyone, as per usual.

—

After his session with Eddie Buck has to reluctantly admit that he might have to come back. Eddie didn’t coddle him or pity him and he made Buck do the work. But. But Buck might have to, the humiliation still fresh in his mind, ask Eddie if he would be okay on going to a gym nearer Buck’s apartment for their sessions.

But. But then he sees Eddie talking to that sweaty, gorgeous eyes (and ass) having beast of a man Buck humiliated himself in front of about a training session. And the man turns, looks at Buck, smiles and suddenly coming back to this gym doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. And his knee feels wobbly, the good knee.

[pain-is-forever]

Theo shouldn't have left.

He should never have left Argo in the woods- what if they hurt themself? Gods, what has he done? He shouldn't have walked away. He should have stayed with his friend and make sure he's okay. He feels so disgusting.

He let way too many things happen to Argo. He promised he'd keep him safe- and he failed. He's such a horrible person, an awful friend. He can't let anything else happen to Argo. Not when he's here. Not when he could stop it.

He doesn't even reach the halfway point to the palace when the guilt eating away at him from the inside out got too heavy to continue on. What if Argo does something bad- what if they hurt themself? Worried questions fill his mind, even tuning out the voices he usually hears. Even Andrea's.

The all-too-familiar pang in his chest is too much to bear once he finishes stripping a local pharmacy of bandages and other helpful things that could come in handy when a demigod walks for days, he blames himself for believing everything would be okay when it clearly wasn't. When Argo clearly needed him. Why did he leave his friend? Why would he do that? How could anyone just walk away from their hurting friend, a brother? He's a disgusting pig. He can't let anything happen to anyone ever again.

He walks, as fast as a malnourished teen with still healing heel injuries possibly can, right back to where he left Argo. Except when he gets there, it's empty. He gets even more worried. What happened? Where is he? Theo pulls at his hair and gets to looking. Calling out his friend's name, checking behind trees and such, he just wants to find them.

When he does, he audibly gasps. No... no, this isn't real. It's not- it can't be. He shouldn't have left. Look what happened to Argo. What he's done to himself. How could you let that happen, Theo? Why would you ever think it was okay to leave them alone in the state you found them in? You're so stupid.

He rushes up to Argo's side immediately, it's almost like he didn't hear what his friend said as the initial panic sets in. In one swift move, Theo grabs the dagger and puts it in the sheath on his leg, the same bloodied one from the Atticus situation. He's kept it, just in case something happens. And he's so glad he did.

Theo starts working. He pulls out wound sanitizers and gauzes and bandages- anything he thinks will help. "Hold still." He still doesn't seem to register Argo just said he has to kill him, his only concern being the way their legs look. He starts disinfecting the wounds, his hands shakey, but he persists. He can't let anything bad happen to Argo, oh, gods. "It'll be okay. I promise." He's panicking, both on the inside and the outside as he brings the gauzes to pat away the bits of sanitizer and grabs the bandages. He let too many things happen. He's a horrible friend, and an even worse brother.

Open Starter

TW: SELF HARM, attempted murder

I want to scream. I want to scream. She is in my head. Get her out. Get her out.

Argo refused to leave the forest, he's been there for a week. He can't hurt anyone in the woods- they can overpower him.

Argo has clearly been crying for.. hours. He looks like a ghost- he looks dead.

Argo is holding a dagger, the one his brother gave him. He's not really.. holding it. It's on the ground next to him- because he has stabbed and sliced into his own legs repeatedly- and is panicked; trying to stop the bleeding.

Make her leave. Make her stop talking. I thought she'd stop if I did this. Please- make her stop.

When you approach- Argo's eyes switch colors so fast you get dizzy.

"I-" He sputters. "I have to kill you."

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

(seriously I'm so bored. any blog (canon or non, epic or pjo blogs) I WANT INTERACTION!! :P (I swear I'm nicer than Argo is)

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[mar64ds]

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