#cbs doesn’t care

[nacrella]

CSI: Vegas News

The finale edited and cut.

According to TVLine ; in the last scene of the unexpected finale, there was a hint of the big arc of season 4 if it had been renewed, but that scene was edited out. The scene teased ‘a new killer who preys on the unhoused with a hand scythe/sickle…’

So there actually was a cliffhanger, but it wasn’t about a character. It was about a whole new arc. I think we all expected the finale to leave us with a cliffhanger, and we were right.

Paula Newsome talked about the finale.

Paula Newsome gave an interview to TV Insider. She talked about the finale, Max's relationship with Josh, Josh’s possible romance with Allie, how Max would take it and playing Max again. Here are some excerpts of the interview.👇🏻

-> On her reaction to the unexpected cancellation:

First of all, it was a surprise. I’m not going to lie. We had such amazing ratings and people were really in love with the show. Business is what business is sometimes, and sometimes, the ball doesn’t bounce your way.

-> On Max and Josh’s relationship:

Trust is a weird word. He did some stuff to the man who was responsible for his mother’s death, right? That’s a lot. We are used to investigating those people. So yeah, trust was a big part of it. Not knowing whether he’s going to go off again. It’s like that family member that you love, but that you’ve got stuff that comes up with him.

-> On how Max would take Josh and Allie’s relationship:

She wouldn’t like it. [Laughs] I mean, truly, how do you do that? You know what I’m saying? They always talk about a lawyer who represents himself has a dummy for a client. So how do you separate your heart and your head? But that’s just more grease for the mill in the land of CSI: Vegas.

-> On whether she’d like to play Max again:

Hell yeah. I love this woman and it’s not gone yet. Gotta hold out hope. But I would return back to Max anytime.

She talked about many other things. You can read the full interview from the link above.

As she said, we gotta hold out hope. 🥲

Mandeep Dhillon talked about Allie’s development.

Mandeep Dhillon gave an interview to CBR. She talked about Allie’s character development and her potential romance with Josh. Here are some excerpts of the interview.👇🏻

-> On her thoughts about Allie’s promotion:

It was really fun. I mean, I loved seeing a different side of the character, and having to step into that role, I think it really suited her. I think that she was always made to step up and do that role.

-> On Season 3, Episode 4:

Out of all the episodes so far, that was my favorite, because I was able to really go there. Being by myself, I didn't mind. What was quite nice was, because [Allie] is just down in a basement by herself and there's not so much science or having to be expositional, I was able to really get into her mind and into that space.

The actor who they hired to play the cannibal was amazing, so we had so much fun being able to play off each other. But what was really fun as well was speaking to the director [Stephanie Marquardt], and her allowing me to choose where I wanted to be or what did I want to do. Being able to collaborate with her to say, "I think that she'd be sitting here," or "I think that she'd be there," or "I think this is where she'd be at right now." It was really a fun, collaborative experience.

-> On the relationship between Allie and Josh:

It did change a bit. I think when Allie gets promoted, it's tricky for her with Josh. Obviously, they've got that great bond and they're really good friends, and she wants him to do well in life. But she's very aware that she is his boss now, so the power dynamic sort of shifts a little bit. It's completely different to how we ended Season 2 -- but beneath it all, she's got his back and she'll always have his back.

I know what we filmed for Episode 10, but I also don't know what's made the edit... There's one scene that I think the fans will be a little bit satisfied with if they ship them, but I also don't know if they would've kept that in or not. Me and Matt [Lauria], on the day, were just improvising this little scene between us, which was quite fun.

If the scene she's talking about isn't the one where Allie rests her hand on Josh's shoulder and they're lost in each other's gaze and Serena sees them, you know what it means. We were deprived of a good Ransom scene. Whatever it was, we The Ransom Nation deserved that scene.

She also talked about what she’s brought to Allie. You can read the full interview from the link above.

CSI: Vegas scored its 2nd highest rating with its unexpected finale.

“With its unplanned series finale on Sunday night, the procedural rose 16% in audience to deliver a 4.8 million total viewers, its second-largest audience ever.” —TVLine

CBS, which attributed the show's cancellation to low ratings and to make room for new productions, has debunked its own thesis. The show's ratings had been steadily increasing over the last few weeks and peaked in the finale, although it was unplanned and there were scenes that were edited out.

We proved to CBS that they made a big mistake, but I don't know if they'll wise up.

[karaspal]

every time someone calls kara “a golden retriever”, an actual golden retriever dies.

[cb-writes-stuff]

So. I’ve said before. When someone likes a post and immediately after starts following me, I assume they followed me because of that post.

I am concerned all of a sudden. Why is that the post that made you follow me? It’s not even happening. There will be no maid dress.

[publicenemycb]

I’m still shocked that the host has been waiting on a referral to a cardiologist for two months and has heard NOTHING about it. Hope he gets a reply back soon cause that’s pretty important!!! Especially given that the body has gotten a lot worse as of recent!

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 23: You Needed The Bear

GIF by: @hotch-girl

Bearblr Promptober Day 23: Dacryphilia

Summary: Carmy's has learned he likes seeing his girlfriend (who he calls Darling) cry when he makes her feel good enough. Smut.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, fem reader who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns, finger sucking, oral sex (m receiving), Darling wants to choke on him, sir kink, Dom!Carmy, hair pulling (2203 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.

23 Oct 2024

She tears up when she gets worked up enough.

It’s not even that hard to do. It’s funny how I didn’t even notice how easily I fucked her up; I was so wrapped up in my own head that the smallest amount of relief from that tangle of shorted cords meant that the world shifted abruptly. I liked finding the little things that were different. The things I didn’t notice before. Felt like I was in a new world.

Anyway, she’s not that hard to fuck up.

She’s not that hard to fuck up to tears.

And I’d say it’s a little unfortunate that I’m addicted to watching her get so wound up that she bursts into tears, but it’s a power trip knowing I’ve made her feel so good that the only way her body can respond is by making her cry.

She’s also a slightly different person now. Relaxed. Less careful. Fuck me, she was so fucking careful with me for so long, it must’ve been exhausting. I was determined to make her patience worthwhile in every way possible. And if that meant being the rock while she melted from having to hold it together at the hospital all day on her bad evenings, then I’d do everything in my power to be just that.

So, she sat in my lap, straddling my waist, hunting for kisses along my throat and jaw until finally planting a small one at the corner of my mouth.

“Carmy?” she whispered.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you make me feel good? Work was awful, I just… I just wanna feel good.”

We are supposed to talk about these kinds of things. It’s an unspoken rule between us, that we talk when either of us are neck-deep; she wears her stress more gracefully than I do, but it doesn’t mean she’s bulletproof. She is just as prone to burying shit under keeping herself busy—crochet, sewing with her friends, busying herself in deciphering me. Caring for me. If I am going to talk to her, then she is going to talk to me.

She drummed her fingers on my chest to get my attention. “Please? Please, sweetheart?”

I squeezed her thighs, also to get her attention. “You don’t wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head, whined her next sentence. “Later? Can we talk later?” She slid a hand up and tugged on my hair, a gesture more out of impatience than anything else. “Please?”

It takes a few seconds for the switch to flip. For me to go from the usual wreck of a person that I am to the one who destroys her in minutes, tops. Being mentally prepared for it ahead of time helps a lot, but I can manage a quick switch every once in a while, as the situation demands. So, I was my usual self when I finger-combed through her hair, swept it out of her face. But when I tensioned a fistful of it and traced her lips with my fingertip, I was the other one.

“Open,” I murmured.

She obeyed immediately. Her eyes fluttered closed and a moan escaped her throat when I pressed two fingers to her tongue.

“Suck.”

She enclosed her lips around my fingers and hollowed her cheeks, tracing her tongue over the digits. She held my wrist and forearm while she bobbed her head up and down their length, traced her thumb along the tendons, the scars, the tattoos that she memorized. She made a discontented noise when I adjusted for my back, holding my arm tighter so I couldn’t pull away. It was cute.

“I’m not taking ‘em away, cutie,” I reassured her. “Look at me, hm?”

She squeezed her eyes closed tighter.

I tightened my grip in her hair and repeated, firmer, “Look at me.”

She met my gaze for a few seconds, then looked away.

Oh? “You wanna keep feeling good, princess?”

She held tighter and sucked my fingers deeper into her mouth. That’d be a yes.

“Then you better listen. Look at me.”

She did, and within seconds, her face started flooding fuchsia. Her cheeks, the tip of her nose, the tips of her ears, her neck—all started going pink. Her movements lost their fluidity. Her thumb trembled as it traced the pulse in my wrist.

“Good girl. Keep looking at me. I wanna see your pretty eyes.” Her blush deepened further. Breathing quickened. “Want more?”

She whimpered a pathetic sort of sound in the back of her throat.

“That’s not an answer.”

She gave me a jerky nod. I added my ring finger, and her eyes threatened to flutter closed again.

“Keep looking at me, baby girl.” She did. And now her face and neck were red and hot to the touch. “Good girl.”

Her eyes went glassy, and tears pooled at her eyelashes. Her grip on my arm was bruising, trembling, causing these shooting pains up into my elbow, but fuck if I wasn’t enthralled by those gorgeous eyes, by her being so ruined by just looking at me that she’d begun to cry. I gently pressed down on her tongue, and her eyes snapped shut, sending black-tinted tears down her cheeks. She immediately blinked them back open, hooked her hand in my shirt neckline in a wordless effort to both apologize and beg me to continue.

“Aw, that’s okay sweetheart. It’s just too much for you, huh?”

She hesitated, but then gave me the tiniest nod.

“What do you say to something a bit bigger, hm?”

She grabbed my shirt now and pulled. Yes, Carmen, please.

I slowly removed my fingers from her mouth. “Go ahead. Good girl.”

She slid off my lap onto the floor and fumbled with my jeans. I had to help her get my dick free, but the instant I did, she took the head into her mouth, and I fucking swear to God, she almost fucking ruined me. Her mouth was so hot, so wet, she was so eager to flick her tongue over the slit and hum and dig her nails into my thighs.

“Fucking hell, baby girl… you really need me, huh?”

She nodded, pulled off just enough to whisper, “I wanna choke on you,” and then took me back into her mouth.

A searing wave of arousal washed over me.

Excuse the fuck outta me?

“You wanna what?”

She hummed. The fuck did that mean?

I gripped a fistful of her hair to get her to look up at me. “I asked you a question.”

Her cheeks flushed red again. Eyes went glassy. She was still just mouthing at the head, running her tongue maddeningly over and around it. She seemed reluctant to pull off or repeat what she’d said, but the heat in my core burned hotter. If she wasn’t about to clarify, I was going to make her choke on me anyway.

She let my dick fall from her mouth when I tightened my grip even further.

“I-I wanna ch-choke on your dick, sir,” she whimpered. “Please? Please fuck my throat? I’ll-I’ll tap three times if I need you to stop.” She did the motion on my thigh.

Something otherworldly possessed me then. I’m not a rough lover—at least, I wasn’t, not until I met Darling. It’s not that I didn’t want to be—I wanted, pretty much from the jump for what I can remember of being a hormonal teenager, to be rough with someone. I wanted to pull hair, bite, scratch, choke, I wanted to feel powerful and in control of something, be allowed to act on the barely contained insanity, that beast that festered just under the terrified, stuttering kid. Half of the reason I was called Bear was because of the last name—Berzatto. The other half?

The other half is why I ended up in wrestling to begin with. Just somewhere to put violent energy that was structured and safe enough not to land me a prison sentence. Or at least, that was my experience. I was very much two sides of the same coin, but the only time I saw that other side represented was in horrible circumstances—so I learned to associate the need to be rough with something bad, vile, despicable, wrong. Darling was safe. She showed me ways to remain safe while still being able to act on those deep-seated impulses tattooed on my bones. She didn’t quite flip a switch in me so much as give me access to a switch I could flip myself. She was safe. She is safe.

Darling took me back into her mouth, but this time all the way to the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she kept at it, going slowly, giving me time to think. She wanted to choke on my dick, huh? You wanna choke on me? Need to feel so powerless and used like a fucktoy, do you? Need that cute little brain to take a backseat to raw, unadulterated pleasure for a little while the only way I know how to give you? Okay. Okay, baby girl.

I wove both hands in her hair and started fucking deeper into her throat. Her eyes rolled back. Tears spilled down her cheeks when she squeezed them shut.

“Like that, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl.

Didn’t plan it. Came out of nowhere. But both of us clearly liked it based on how it imprinted on my gray matter and the unrestrained, half-muffled, half-strangled, high-pitched whine she let out. She squeezed a fistful of my jeans with one hand, held my wrist loosely with the other.

Pretty girl. This is just what you needed huh? Me fucking your throat relentlessly while your eyes roll back, and you forget everything else that exists on this planet.

You needed The Bear tonight.

She snuck her hands under my shirt, traced the lines of my abdomen. It was as if she couldn’t gather enough coherence to do anything meaningful, but she wanted to get her hands on me. I moved her further off, almost all the way off, to give her jaw a bit of a break, but she quickly gripped at my hips, dug her fingernails into me, and whined loud enough that the corner neighbor definitely would’ve heard.

“Shhh, easy pretty girl.” I pet her face, brought her back down on my dick.

She hummed. Went right back to hollowing her cheeks and made another whiny sound until I started fucking her throat again. Then she settled down, eyes closed, bliss on her face despite the streaks of gray.

I couldn’t resist chuckling. “Oh, is it that good, pretty girl?”

She nodded.

“Just need to be fucked like a toy, do you?” What was I saying? Did I really just say that? “Used up like the pretty thing you are, huh?”

“Mmhm.” She nodded more emphatically this time, planted a hand on my sternum, turned those gorgeous, glassy eyes up to me. The sight seared into my memory. Fuck me, pretty girl. A look like that oughtta be illegal. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you forget all your worries, all the bad things that happened today.

I’ll fucking destroy you, and you will just come crawling back for more. You’re going to work with some fucking marks tomorrow; I’ll trade you a lipstick print, how about that, hm? How about Monique learn that you’re getting taken care of, and I’ll tell Richie to fuck off when he learns the same about me? Fuck this world, Darling, baby girl, pretty girl, I got shit to say to it about how it treated me, and I’ll start with showing it that you’re mine and I’m yours.

“Now be a good girl and choke on me.”

She obeyed, taking me further into her throat. Her throat spasmed around my dick—this fucking delirious tightness that pushed me abruptly over the edge of the orgasm I was teetering on. Heat exploded through my chest and up into my face, I couldn’t get air in fast enough, my head spun and swam and buzzed, my abdomen stung with the force of my core contracting. She gripped fistfuls of my jeans, then pushed against my hip, then pulled back just enough to let her swallow. Then the wave of cold set in. The merciful, blissful, benevolent wave of cold that started at my shoulders and washed down me like a Fall rain, taking with it all the tension I didn’t realize I’d been carrying up until then. My head dropped against the back of the couch. Hands went limp in her hair. Eyes refused to stay open.

Darling pulled off me slowly. Nuzzled my hand, kissed my palm.

“Come’ere,” I mumbled.

She climbed back into my lap and hunted for kisses again. I gave them willingly, now boneless, powerless to resist her in any capacity. The Bear’s been sated, princess, do what you want to me. I’m yours. I belong to you.

“What does my pretty girl want, hm?”

She kissed my neck just under the hinge of my jaw. Her voice was hoarse, more a crackly whisper than her normal speaking tone. “Eat me out? Three fingers?”

Anything, my love.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Michael (cb/t, b*llbusting, ) (((wip, likely won’t be finished))))

-

To be scolded over the slightest things was annoying, hair ruffled by the wind? You’re getting yelled at. Clothes slightly as-cue? You’re getting chewed out for this. Micheal genuinely doesn’t care if his ‘Lord’ has a reason to look frazzled. He wants you to look perfect at all times.

He’d manually fix everything on your person so you looked picture perfect whenever roaming the streets..

Even with his admiration and affection you had to draw the line with his constant need to be in control.

Today was the day you had enough, with Gabriel feeling the need to interrupt you while you were showering once again. You hated the lack of privacy, you had shoved him away and before you could respond he has a hand on your thigh. “Let me take care of you, I’ll get it done faster and I’m more thorough.” He said in an almost proud tone as he reached for the soap, it slipped out of your hand and onto the ground.

You try to shove him back but he stands his ground. You think for a second, deciding to do what would make any man lose his ground. You hit him between his legs, a surprised yelp escapes him as he steps (or tries to) back but loses his footing, making him slip on the soap on the ground.

He lands on his knees legs spread, you bite your lip at the thoughts crossing your mind. You want to stomp on him, you want to tell him to go fuck himself for invading your privacy no matter how many times you tell him to stop.

He gives you a surprised glance. “Why are you looking at me like that? I just…slipped.” He fixes his soaked clothes as he adjust to sit up. You stop him by stomping on his clothed groin. He flinches and jumps a little. This time you get more of a reaction, he visibly winced his legs close around yours, he hugs your thigh for support. “Master…please, your weights…”

He half whimpered out, he was noticeably breathless as he tried to move back. “Does it hurt?” You hiss out, twisting your foot and making the angel writhe under you. You were grateful that the shower left you soaked, as you could feel yourself getting wet at the visual of the angel. “I hope it does.”

You growled the last part as you bounce your foot and Michael lurched forwards and almost knocks you over.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Sam and Colby Masterlist:

remember, all of my work is smut 18+

Sam Golbach:

affection || part two || the finale

—> the one where sam is looking for affection in all the wrong places

paradise

—> the one where you’re colby’s little sister, but sam can’t ignore his addiction to you

summer of sam

—> the one where Sam wants to be your submissive

worthy || sg || blurb

—> the one where sam can’t keep his hands off of you during a video

big bad wolf

—> the one where sam’s a drug lord and you’re a drug dealer attempting to get product. what could go wrong?

easy silence

—> the one where in a world full of chaos, sam finds refuge in you <3

get him back!

—> the one where sam helps you get back at your shitty ex

Colby Brock:

if looks could kill

—> the one where colby can’t get enough of his toxic ex

mr.right || part two ||

—> the one where your husband doesn’t satisfy you, but colby can

breath away || the finale || ft Chris Sturniolo

—> the one where you’re claustrophobic & stuck in an elevator & there’s only one way to calm you down

nectar of the gods || cb || blurb / full fic

—> the one where you ask your best friend to teach you how to touch yourself

head about us || blurb

—> the one where everyone has heard about you and colby

Bonus Features:

more than friends || part two ||

—> the one where your best friends catch you pleasuring yourself to the thought of them

sharp fangs || part two || part three || the finale

—> the one where your blood is intoxicating to your cities local vampires

super rich kids

—> the one where in a world full of money and drugs, you only really care about your boyfriends

[afrsconp]

So this account was only going to be used to reply/comment to other people's posts, but then CBS released new Nissac pics and this happened, instead.

Inspired by the photos from S04E07, and especially this one:

“– you don’t even like dinosaurs, you’ve never cared for them, and you know that I myself love dinosaurs dearly – just as much as you love your ants! So you see–”

“Take it.”

“I–you–what?” Isaac exclaims, unsure if he’d heard correctly.

Nigel sits very still and keeps staring straight ahead, not even glancing at Isaac beside him on the bench. 

“Just take the bed,” he repeats.

“What are you– After all the arguments and fights and squabbling, now you’re just letting me take it?” Isaac stares at Nigel’s profile, more than a little disbelieving. “Just like that?”

Nigel takes a deep breath. “Do you know why I even wanted it in the first place?”

Isaac frowns. “Petty revenge?” he guesses.

Nigel smiles thinly. 

“Perhaps,” he acknowledges. “Partly, at least. But no. That wasn’t the real reason.” 

He's silent for some time, and when he speaks again, his voice is so quiet that Isaac has to lean a little closer to hear him.

“When we were engaged,” Nigel begins, “we were unable to exchange rings. We had no tangible, physical evidence that we were – that what we had was –”

He cuts himself off there, pressing his lips together, as though forcing the words to remain inside his throat, unspoken and unheard.

“And I thought,” he continues eventually, “I thought the bed could become that for me. One that came too late, I know, but still. A keepsake, if you will, of… what we once had.”

Nigel turns to look at him, finally, but the expression on his face is utterly blank: the kind of look one would give a featureless wall, or an empty canvas, or a – a complete stranger, Isaac thinks, as he tries and fails to read something of Nigel’s thoughts there, and finds nothing at all.

“But it’s becoming clear to me now,” Nigel adds, “that what I thought we had... was not what we actually had, and so–” He stops suddenly, swallowing whatever it was that he was going to say. “What’s the point of a keepsake that signifies nothing?” he asks instead.

He smiles again, but it's an awful expression, one that reminds Isaac of the way Nigel looked at him right after the aborted wedding, when he'd tried to explain why he called it off and Nigel told him, eventually, that it was all right and he understood.

"Besides," Nigel adds now, still smiling that awful smile, "it's the perfect replacement for the new daybed you always wanted. Symbolic of something you love... and only sleeping one."

Isaac jerks back slightly, the unexpected reminder only sharpening the sting.

“So take the bed, Isaac," Nigel says. "Take whatever you want.”

Then he stands and walks away, and though his shoulders are visibly tense his steps don’t falter and he doesn’t look back, not even once. 

Isaac watches him go, until his figure disappears into the woods in the distance, and all at once he's struck by a strange sense of inevitability. That now, that hard-won bed will no longer remind him of fun little dinosaur facts or an afterlife-changing lapdance, but that it will forever remind him of this, instead: the sight of Nigel's red coat vanishing into the trees; Nigel never saying the actual word but the last thing he said still sounding very much like goodbye.

Isaac glances at the bed's box nearby, then looks back at the woods again. He's won the battle; the bed is his now. But for some reason, this doesn’t feel like a victory at all.

[toallthingscinderellaboy]

Head canons for CB

Damn I JUST saw this and I have no idea how old it is sorry @lapileaf T-T

ANYWAY MY CINDERELLA BOY HEAD CANONS!

Chase: Chase is the type of person who is definitely comes off an air head, but when he wants info, ooooh can he can ALL of the deets. Because people view him as an airhead he uses this to his advantage. He’ll play dumb and ask subtle questions. He gets along with most people so he’s going around and hearing ALL sides of the drama. He knows why Josh and Becky broke things off, he knows Barbra is secretly cheating in bio class, he knows that Jesse and Claire have been skipping classes the past seven weeks. He is very intuitive and socially adept, so he is able to pick up on even the most subtle things. I think more often than not he doesn’t care enough to cause a scene or pry more than necessary lmao.

Deacon: I’m so gonna get killed for this, but Deacon has ZERO dating experience. This man hasn’t been kissed, hasn’t held hands, hell he’s never been on a date. Despite the fact he’s totally a dork who gets so anxious he can’t say anything other than “I…um…I..I” while blushing like a red hot tomato when talking to a girl a lot of it also has to do with his mom who is a complete control freak and never let him date anyone. Ever. Cause “your studies come first.” So in all of Deacon’s twenty years of life he’s never been able to have any sort of swoon worthy, romantic encounter. Sorry Deacon, maybe next time…

Buddy: Despite the in-depth character analysis I have for Buddy in my head that I will have to share another time, I definitely think Buddy is 1000% that guy. I know there are loads of different theories as to how Buddy knows the entirety of the plot of every book they enter but my crack headcanon is Buddy is just that guy. Everyone knows that one person who somehow always guesses the plot twist, always knows who the murderer is, always knows who is going to die, is able to predict the entire plot within the first three pages. Buddy isn’t using any kind of dark Ex-Libris magic he has been doing this for so long and he’s so intuitive that he already knows what the plot is. No fancy notes, no magic, no key telling him what’s about to happen. None of that. He does the books based on pure intuition and previous experience.

I can totally do more if you want, but this is all I have for now 💕

[delicatebarness]

I’d loveeeeeee to see some more Cry Baby x Brotherly Stevie 🥺

Maybe Cry Baby tore her ACL or had some sort of major surgery and Steve spends literally all his time making sure she’s okay? Like sleeping on the hardwood floor outside her bedroom door, renting a car so he can drive her around and not worry about the bike, making sure she’s taking her pain meds, doing her physical therapy with her until she’s finally able to walk by herself again.

We know Bucky will spend a lot of time with them too, he’s way too protective of CB to trust that her own brother is enough to care for her. But they’d just dot on her constantly, taking turns making her dinner and repositioning her leg so her knee doesn’t swell too much.

I have next to no relationship with my own brother and I’d love to just be healllled by our protective Steve and imagine what it’s like to have a sibling you’re close to…

-dream

cry baby | brotherly love 

Summary: ^^ Requested.

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of accidents, surgery, and physical therapy.

Word Count: 733

Series Masterlist

A/N: This request wasn't anywhere near the top of the list but when I got it last night, I knew I needed to give it a try.

Cry Baby: @buckys0whore | @thezombieprostitute | @lanabuckybarnes | @mishkatelwarriorgoddess | @softieekayy | @noonespecial90 | @hello-therree | @randomawesomeperson102 | @whoreforbarnes | @thejutvtsupport | @somnorvos | @cjand10 | @plasticbottleholder | @birdenthusiastez

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes

The accident happened during a hike you took over the weekend. It only took one small misstep on a loose rock before you tumbled down a small embankment. Your knee twisted awkwardly beneath you, and immediate and intense pain coursed through you as Steve rushed to your side. His face was pale with worry. 

Your diagnosis came quickly: a torn ACL requiring surgery and a long recovery process. Steve took it upon himself to be your primary caregiver, even borrowing a car from Stark to ensure you didn’t have to worry about getting around. He didn’t want you riding on the bikes. His protective instincts were in overdrive, and he refused to leave your side. 

After your surgery, the days were a blur of pain and medication. Your brother was relentless in his care, by your side constantly. He wanted to ensure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. He brought blankets and pillows into the living room, setting them up on your favorite spot on the couch. 

He insisted on staying at your apartment each night, ready to help if you needed anything. Of course, you protested but he was adamant. “Just in case,” he’d brush you off. 

One evening, you were propped up in bed with your leg elevated. Steve’s face was etched with concern as he walked into your room with a dinner tray. “How are you feeling?” he asked, setting the tray beside you. 

“I’m okay, Stevie,” you replied and offered him a reassuring smile. “A bit sore, but it’s manageable.”

Adjusting the pillows under your leg, he responded. “Good. Let me know if the pain gets worse, okay?” 

You nodded, touched by his concern. “Thank you, Stevie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

He ruffled your hair. “You’d do the same for me,” he gestured toward the food on the tray. “Come on, eat up.” 

~

Another constant presence was Bucky, he was often at your apartment more than his own. They took turns, ensuring you weren’t alone. 

Bucky walked in with a bag of groceries one afternoon, while you were sitting on the couch doing physical therapy exercises. His eyes scanned the room, and they immediately landed on you and the male nurse. His hands were on your legs as he guided you through the exercises. Bucky’s jaw tightened, but he masked it quickly with a smile. 

“Howlett’s sent a case of cola over,” Bucky announced, heading to the kitchen. 

The nurse finished the last of your exercises, his hands gentle but firm as he helped you. “You’re doing great,” he said with an encouraging smile. “I’ll be back tomorrow for another session.” 

“Thank you,” you nodded, smiling at him as he packed his things and left. “See you tomorrow.” 

Bucky emerged from the kitchen, you couldn’t quite place the expression on his face. “How’s the therapy going?” he asked, sitting by you on the couch.

“I’m getting there,” you replied, wincing as you adjusted your leg. Bucky gently lifted over his lap. “He’s been a big help.”

His eyes flickered toward the door where the nurse had just exited. “Yeah, he seems… attentive.”

~

Bucky’s unease toward the nurse persisted, yet he didn’t say anything about it. He instead focused his attention on helping you settle in for the evening. He stayed for a while, chatting with you and telling you stories until your eyelids grew heavy. Eventually, he kissed your forehead and promised to check in with you tomorrow as Steve began to open your apartment door. 

Steve walked in with his usual determination, carrying a pizza box. “Hey, how’s my favorite patient doing?”

You managed a tired smile. “Same as always,” 

Setting the pizza down, Steve began to unpack it. “I thought you deserved a treat,” he said, handing you a slice. “You’ve been doing great with your exercises.” 

Bucky lingered for a second longer, watching you and Steve with a smile. He knew you were in safe hands with your brother. Yet, his protective instincts made it hard for him to leave. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” he smiled after one last reassuring look.

With your brother and Bucky by your side, the recovery felt less daunting. Their support was unwavering and their care gave you the strength to push through the pain. Each day ended a little better than the last, and their presence made it all bearable. 

---

Series Masterlist

[nacrella]

Being a girl’s girl is to gift your friend a hot water bag 🎀 Could a gift BE sweeter?? 🩷

[taehyungfirst]

i don't think what tae posted was fanservice, its a sweet moment between friends and its nice of tae that he shared this with us.

However, i don't like his timing. The trip was over year ago, why post it now? Its just not very sensitive of him.

Members went to media training, they are professionals and some even admitted to keep a Low Profile to respect the comeback time of others.

Nobody wants everyone of them to be totally silent, but i think its insulting to taes intelligent to say that he didnt know that he would rile up the taekook shippers with his post.

Also its not the first time that tae failed to mention jm's cb, while beeing active and feeding the shippers.

I love tae, but i believe we should still speak up, If somebody does sth that one dislikes.

I should’ve ignored you but this discourse is pissing me off beyond remedy.

He posted that NOW because Type 1 JUST dropped and he ALWAYS posted vcuts, and since Jungkook was there WITH him, he added Jk in his posts because he was reminiscing a cute moment and -again- he was there. If he didn’t post Jk face y’all wouldn’t be here complaining about it I can assure that to you.

“It’s not the first time he failed to mention jm cb” literally this is the first time he didn’t mention Jm, he has been showing support since forever and mostly, he doesn’t OWE you anything. You don’t get to speak and to dictate about someone’s friendship because you don’t know them, and friendship isn’t measured by social media posts. Actually, you always talk about Tae posting for Jimin, but did Jimin post about Tae projects? Where is his post about Wherever u r? Where is his post about Fri(end)s? Where is his post about LWA? Have you ever seen one of tae biased people complaining about that? No, because we don’t care. And you don’t care either you’re just upset Taehyung posted a picture with Jungkook and you don’t know how to cope with that.

[cb-writes-stuff]

Man. It’s awkward being romantic, but also having a platonic friend+ whom I love (/p) with absolutely everything.

‘Cause like, yeah, I like romantic stuff, but. I like that person more.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Ben Blanchet at HuffPost:

Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.) on Thursday shared a message to those surprised by the hostile response to the health insurance industry following the recent fatal shooting of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson. “This is not to say that an act of violence is justified but I think for anyone who is confused or shocked or appalled, they need to understand that people interpret and feel and experience denied claims as an act of violence against them,” the New York congresswoman told CBS News’ Jaala Brown.

Ocasio-Cortez, who noted that Americans’ collective “pain” is being “concentrated” on the shooting, said people go homeless as a result of “the financial devastation of a diagnosis that doesn’t get addressed or the amount they’re going to have to cover with a surprise bill.” “And when we kind of talk about how systems are violent in this country in this passive way, our privatized health care system is like that for a huge amount of Americans,” explained Ocasio-Cortez, who noted that she didn’t have health insurance until she was elected to Congress. She later continued, “Health care in this country has gotten to a such a depraved state that people are living with things they should never have to live with. And this is not to say and this is not to participate in that glorification but we need to understand that extreme levels of inequality in the United States yield high degrees of social instability.”

Her comments come as Americans have expressed hate and vitriol towards the health insurance industry and heroized Luigi Mangione — the 26-year-old charged with killing Thompson — via video edits, thirst posts and other forms of fanfare on social media. An alleged digital footprint left by Mangione points to years of debilitating back pain which led to a surgery last year while his reported “manifesto” questioned why the U.S. has the “most expensive” health care in the world while the country doesn’t have the top life expectancy among nations.

Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY) is saying what we all feel on the shooting of the UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson.

[m3-kk]

Sharing my TCF notes because sharing is caring 😬 ⬇️. (All of them… so far)

Ch. 086- sad time for Raon :(. REVENGE HAHAHA LETSGOOOO

Ch. 335- Eruhaben protect Roan & Cale from ugly WS 😆

Ch. 352- Cale’s greatest fear…😭

Ch. 378- Choi’s uncle (DS) left info book written in KOREAN?!?! 😵

Ch. 394- Letter from Death & shiz show😬

Ch. 395- CALE IS AFRAID?!?! 😱

Ch. 401- “Plavin was laughing on the outside but crying on the inside.”😌

Ch. 404- “And Miss Cage, please cuss out the God of Death for me.” -Cale 😇

Ch. 411- They were talking about the Lion King (person) and I thought they were talking about the movie 😭

Ch. 414- Choi Han woke up crying “Kim Rook Soo” 😰

Ch. 415- “What am I supposed to call the friend of my nephew once removed?” -Choi Han 😳

Ch. 423- “Oh, by the way, the original owner of your body is living well too. He said he is happy.” -Lee Soo Hyuk ☺️

Ch. 423- CALE CRIES! BABY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 😰

“It's a new record! You were unconscious for 20 days, 1 hour, 32 minutes, and 19 seconds!”- Roan Miru🤠

Ch. 431-

“You son of a bitch!” -Bear King

"Why am I your son? Such an idiot.”

-Whale Archie🫡

Ch. 434- Which Henituse sibling wants to become what?��👑⚔️

Ch. 435- Sworn brothers 🤞

Ch. 455- Ron says he has a cute young master (Cale) who he doesn’t want to disappoint.🥹

Also that Roan is cuter than Cale 😂

Ch. 457- “This is nice.” Beacrox commented before swinging his greatsword horizontally.🙂

Ch. 461- Cale’s merchant name is Bob XD

Ch. 465- The Sound of the Wind was a top underneath a boulder surrounded by whirlpools.

The Indestructible Shield was a pit under the tree.

The Scary Giant Cobblestone was a stone in the Super Rock villa.

The Fire of Destruction was a sculpture at the center of the magma.

The Vitality of the Heart was a stone pillar at the center of a whirlwind.

The Sky Eating Water was a chained spear.

Ch. 476- More Dragon Family Drama wtf

Ch. 481- To the Fake World Tree

Ch. 501- Illusion of Other World..RAMEN!

Ch. 504- Stick from World Tree (Cale’s blood is special?!)

Ch. 515- Vampire Duke Fredo (seems nice)

Ch. 516- Demonic Race, Rosalyn, White Star after cookie prince?! NOOO

Ch. 520- WEAKLING. Alberu is a mage swordsman badass dark elf

Ch. 526- These brothers are so cute OMEGALUL

Ch.555- Sealed god test, wtf this is so sad I’m crying I’ve never been so genuinely sad

Ch. 559- CHOI HAN OUR LOVE THANKS🙏

Ch. 581- AWW BESTIEEE

Ch. 584- Cale saying he could beat 3 strong peeps

Ch. 589- Alberu goes to Blood Boulder

Ch. 601- AHH CALE BDAY AHHH

Ch. 612- THEY GAVE ALBERU A GUN!!

Ch. 618- Cale explains to LeeSooHyuk the truth

Ch. 622- HOMEEEEEEEE AYYAYAAY

Ch. 627- @Capital w/ Dad y Alberu YAY

Ch. 628- BUBBLEGUM PINK DRAGON

Ch. 629- We are a big family!

Ch. 631- 5 FUCKIN DRAGONS AHHH-

[THE AUTHOR STARTS SAYING SHIT LIKE “IN THE FUTURE.. “ LIKE F U MAKIN ME ALL SAPPY N STUFF WTH UGHHH!!!]

Ch. 640- 2 Cats are Molan house’s future 🥹.. They can’t go berserk?..

Ch. 645- Roan & Cale Solo Fight letsgo!!

Ch. 646- Cale uses ‘instant’ to destroy 2 unranked monsters.. I’m crying actually..

Ch. 647- wtf I’m crying, goosebumps fr

Ch. 649- Roan has grown so much 🥹

Ch. 652- COM. WITH EARTH 2 AHHHH—

Ch. 655- Cale is healing❤️ OG Cale!KRS

Ch. 656- SOO much info from OG Cale!!

Ch. 658- CALE IS AWAKEEE YAYA

Ch. 662- OMG Cale’s BioMom was cooking

Ch. 663- WE KNOW HOW TO KILL HIM HA

Ch. 670- World Tree-nim

Ch. 677- Explaining ALOT lore dump!!

CB. 681- WOW the end of that chap tho

Ch. 682- I stan Cale’s hatred for the White Star. We love the PJs! Alberu is moon that’s so *legs in air kicking*

Ch. 683- So are we gonna kill WS or whatt?

Ch. 684- HAHAH OMG CALE’S BDR POWER IS SO SCARY EVERYONE THINKS ITS THE WS!! HAHAH ITS CALE’S THOOO

Ch. 685- omg.. DANGGG!! Our Cale is truly terrifying! New Pokémon acquired! White star!! 😏 wait we have a tiny WS in our pocket how cute! 🥰

Ch. 686- HAHA BOOM BOOM 💥

Ch. 688- Rashell says he wouldn’t be able to sleep if many humans died 🥰

Ch. 689- ROCK SHEILD LETSGOOO

Ch. 694- DEAFEATED! Alberu faints and thinks he’s like Cale now 😭

Ch. 695- NAHH WE LOVEEE

Ch. 699- ENTERED THE TEMPLE! We can’t leave…? CALE IS GHOST AND WATCHING OTHERS TESTS HUHHH?!! (DespairTest2)

Ch. 700- This chapter is just amazing, these people are so smart ughhh I’m screaming! In a happy way tho

Ch. 701- OK we have Choi Han, Clopeh, Rosalyn and Cale so far.. MARYYY

Ch. 702- +1(Roan) Cale can use the cintamani to contact other world. PEOPLE CAN SEE HIM YAY!

Ch. 705- Talking with Cale & others through the Cintamani :>

Ch. 706- Tonka! And Dark elf Tasha&Alberu

Ch. 707- My heart, Alberu was so sad and lonely back then…

Ch. 709- Eruhaben! WS is badddd

Ch. 710- Whyyyy I’m actually feeling despair it’s so complicated ugh and no ones receiving correct info ughhhhh

Ch. 713- Mary is #GIRLBOSS for not being tricked! ❤️❤️

Ch. 717- So glad that was settled 😮‍💨

Ch. 718- So the test Cale was in wasn’t the original one so now we are doing the actual sadness test ok 👍

Ch. 719- WOW NOT CALE ALREADY FINISHING BLUE TEST.. also someone else?

Ch. 721- Toonka left the test, Cale met Choi Jung Gun, I’m I’m scared 😶

Ch. 722- Rosalyn finally put the tests goals into words! She’s so smart. I love herrr

Ch. 726- Cale confronts CJG and he’s being used as bait bc a hunter is here oh no. Cale is going to cause chaos ialrk

Ch. 727- WOWW Cale was about to be isekaied lol. Good thing we have ancient powers! 2 Hunters?! 🫣

Ch. 730- Cale actually skipped a level bfr

Ch. 731- Cale has to observe past Roan (during the night) and Alberu (during the day)

Ch. 732- FLIPPING OVER THE FIRST PRINCES PALACE HAHAHAHAGA

Ch. 735- Freeing Roan! Again Again?

Ch. 739- Still loving how Choi’s test is taking care of tiny KRS. Alberu test completed!!

Ch. 740- I’m loving Clopeh during this test so far. He knows his goals and he sticks to them. He’s crazy!

Ch. 744- Damn Dodam Miru. I think DM’s world is not an illusion. Cale “tricking” the Wrath test is crazy I love that sly bastard!

Ch. 745- Cale hates when the children hate their side dishes ahah! The Wrath test is actually really difficult it surprised me frfr! Clopeh & Cale are angy

Ch. 749- How dare this low-life Dorph ever consider sacrificing the great and mighty Roan Miru. I pour all of my hatred and anger toward him. He needs to die. 😡

Ch. 750- Finally! Flipping every over heh!