#did i deliver?

[microwavedmetal]

Byler Modern AU where Will catfishes people on dating websites and scams them out of their money.

One day, he lands on Mike's profile. Will does the usual 'woo and ask for money' thing, and Mike falls for it once or twice before eventually noticing, except he doesn't appreciate being con'd out of his money and being lied to, so he asks Dustin and Suzie for help to find his identity and home address.

A week later, Mike shows up at Will's apartment to give him a piece of his mind.

Except Will suddently goes no-thought-head empty when faced with this one angrery pretty boy and offers him to pay him back with dinner.

(and Will now scrambles to impress this cute guy who just want his money back, thank you, and tries his best to redeem Mike's perception of him)

[haveihitanerve]

Well I asked and you all answered so here is your Sam and Bucky fic, as requested

Sam didn’t hate Bucky. Anymore. But the man certainly pushed his buttons, especially when he chose to rush in without backup or warning. “James I swear to God-“ Sam hissed as he caught up with the super soldier. “Shut up.” Bucky snapped back, quietly, quickly, his arm pressing Sam backwards into the wall behind him. Sam stayed silent, allowing Bucky's arm to keep him in place. “Safe?” He dared ask after a second. Bucky huffed a laugh, dropping his arm. “We’re infiltrating a Hydra base. Nothing about this is ‘safe’.” Sam sent him a look, well accustomed to Bucky's strange traumatic humor. “Hardy har har.” He muttered, peeking around the man, resting his chin on Bucky's shoulder. “Using me as a human shield are you?” Bucky drawled. “I’m not the one with a bullet proof arm.” Sam muttered. “No, you only have a whole suit.” Bucky countered, but there was rough amusement in his voice. “Let’s just get to the electrical room.” Sam muttered, slithering around Bucky to take the lead. The first few times he had let the Hydra trained soldier lead, but by this point Sam knew the layout of the hydra bases well enough that he could find the electrical room alone. Bucky trailed after him, almost relaxed, but not quite, a testament to how far he had come. Sam checked the hallway before crossing over to the room, popping open the door and letting Bucky in. They weren’t going to take down all the workers, that would take too much time and more people than just him and Bucky, though they made an impressive team. No, instead they were just gonna fuck with hydras electricity and files, and then blow up as much of the facility as they could. It was a simple plan, easy, one they could accomplish without too much hassle, time or resources. At least that’s how all other twenty of their missions had gone. “You’d think they’d learn.” Sam muttered to Bucky in quiet amusement as he stuck a S.H.I.E.L.D. Drive into the side of the nearest computer. “You would think.” Bucky agreed, taking his place at the large, old timey computers that they would use to aid the explosion. The door slammed shut. “Oh but, we did.” Purred a voice from above, then the lights shut off, the floor dropping out from under them.  

“Bucky?” Sam called into the darkness, fumbling around in his suit pockets to find the mini flashlight Tony had made for him. It was small and portable, but had the light of the sun. Sam switched it on, pointing the beam upwards to not blind his companion. The first thing Sam noticed was that the room was small, even tighter than the tony electrical room, with only barely enough space for him to stretch out his whole body if he needed, and not tall enough to stand up straight. “James! You good?” Bucky was curled against the wall, his back to Sam. “Buck?” A slight tremor was his only indication the man had heard him. Sam crawled closer, sitting next to him. “Buck!” Slowly, ever so slowly, Bucky pulled himself into a sitting position. His face was gaunt and haunted. “It’s a cell.” He managed hoarsely. “A cell? Oh shit Jay I’m sorry.” Sam scooted closer, pressing his thigh against the super soldiers. “Is it-?” Sam didn’t want to ask but he couldn’t not. Bucky shook his head. “No.” He rasped. “This is a cell for death row prisoners. I was never- they never locked me in here.” The words unspoken hung between them. The death row prisoners. How he was never locked in here but that he had come here. “I’m sorry.” Sam said quietly. Bucky shrugged. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine. Nothing was fine. “How do they-?” He couldn't bring himself to finish. Bucky shifted, but his leg stayed glued to Sam’s. “They knew we were coming. They’ve probably evacuated. It was a trap. Most likely poisonous gas or they’ll just leave us here until we die. Probably the second one.” He admitted grimly. Sam did not dwell on why. On how they both knew Sam would die first. And that Bucky would live at least a week longer. Having to deal with Sam’s dead body in the tight space, having to deal with not being dead himself, having to deal with what he would be willing to do to survive a little longer. Sam tugged out his phone. “We’ll, there’s no point in waiting.” He sighed, but frowned when his phone wouldn’t turn on. “Everything is blocked.” Bucky explained, explaining why he hadn’t even bothered to go for his. Sam muttered some not very nice words under his breath and pressed both volume buttons and counted to ten, before pressing it again and counting to five, and once more ten. “What are you doing?” Bucky asked in interest. “It’s a distress signal.” Sam explained. “This’ll send our location and SOS to tony.” Bucky snorted. “He won’t come.” Sam gave him a hard look. “Yes he will.” “I’m his parents' murderer, remember?” Bucky waved a hand at himself, as though Sam could forget. “I know. But Tony will come. He’s not willing to let us die over the past. Well, me at least.” Bucky snorted. “Well, I don’t believe it, but I hope he gets a chance to prove me wrong.” He leaned his head back against the stone, closing his eyes. “Me too.” Sam muttered. “Me too.” 

Tony took his time. Seven hours later, they were still in the cell, growing increasingly more bored, running out of topics of conversation that didn't cover their current predicament. Somehow, they had moved to where they were sitting with their backs to each other, staring at their respective walls, the flashlight illuminating the ceiling. Bucky’s shoulderblades were sharp, digging into his back aggressively but Sam wasn't going to be the one to move, to put some distance between them, he couldn't. He needed this contact, as uncomfortable as it was. “I hate this fucking place.” Bucky muttered, his voice cutting through the silence. Sam remained quiet, letting him speak. “Its not just because of what happened here. To me. To all th- to everyone who was here. The walls just… they just ooze control and claustrophobia and.. I hate it.” “if its any consolation I agree.” Sam leaned back a little harder, knocking his head against Bucky’s. He rasped a laugh, fingers finding Sams on the floor next to him, curling around them. “I’m glad..” Bucky cut off, then started again. “Out of everyone in the world who I could have been stuck down here with,” He took a deep breath. “I’m glad its you.” Sam felt something hard lodge itself in his throat. “Jeez buck. You’re really making this feel hopeless.” The joke won another laugh, but Sam turned his hand, linking their fingers together. “Thank you. That- it means a lot. I know this place brings back bad memories for you. And I’m sorry. But thanks.” Bucky squeezed his hand. “Its just the truth.” He whispered. Sam squeezed his hand back. “Well aren't you two cute.” intoned a voice and suddenly there was light above them and Tony fucking Starks smug ass face was smirking down at them. 

“Too soon.” Sam groaned, raising a hand to ward off the light. “Too fucking soon to almost have died to see your face Stark.” Tony laughed, offering him a hand out. Sam released Buckys and let himself be hoisted out of the hole. “Sorry.” He forced out quietly when he had Sam beside him. “I- it took longer than I liked to come.” Sam gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Its alright. You came. Thats all that matters.” Shadows were in the billionaires eyes, but he nodded. Sam let go of his hand and stepped away. Tony was leaning back down, offering his hand to Bucky. The super soldier was looking at him in surprise, but Tony’s hand didn't falter, an offer. Sam took a tiny step closer, cocking his head at Bucky to see if he needed a different hand. But Bucky reached forward and grasped Tony's hand, allowing himself to be pulled out. “Damn Manchurian Candidate, you could throw Wilson.” Tony grunted, straining a bit more as he lifted Bucky out than he had with Sam. Sam could see the tenseness of the mans neck, waiting to see if the tease would end with him being thrown, but Bucky gave a roughish little grin, glancing at Sam. “We should test that sometime.” He mused. Sam took a step back, giving him a warning look. Tony chuckled. Bucky frowned, turning in a slow circle. “Um, wasn't there a building here when we went in?” He looked to Sam for confirmation. Sam looked around as well, taking in his surroundings for the first time. Bucky was right. Where there had previously been the electrical room and the entire base of Hydra was now just…rubble. Tony smiled sheepishly, but Sam could see the darkness in his eyes. “There might have been.” He shrugged. “Now, its been seven hours. The helicarrier is stocked with food and liquids of all flavors.” Sam and Bucky allowed the change in conversation, following the genius to said stocked helicarrier. “I love having a billionaire friend.” Bucky mumbled. Tony's lips curved. “Glad to be coined that Barnes.” He drawled sarcastically. “Alright alright, enough. Lets eat something, drink something, and Tony fly this ridiculously expensive thing the fuck out of here.” Sam interrupted before they could swap any more sardonic quips. Bucky grinned, throwing an arm around Sams shoulders. “I agree.” Tony glanced at them, Sam leaning against Bucky, Bucky tucking Sam closer, and smiled faintly. “Alright boys. But you’ve got one helluva story to tell.” Sam laughed, resting his head against Buckys. “Food first Tony. Food first.”

[i-aint-nothin-but-a-nasty-dog]

gimme your worst elliott

That's a dangerous thing to say bestie amanda 😈

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[dirtytransmasc]

I'm just imagining Sevika charging into battle not knowing where her girls are. she hears whispers from the battlefield that Isha is dead and that Jinx is gone. taken. captured. surrendered. she doesn't want to accept either. she almost refuses. and it's in the back of her mind that she has to live so she can find her girls, and at the very least, remember them.

and she almost dies. she thinks that there might not be anyone to remember them. to find them.

and then she doesn't. she doesn't die. and one thing leads to another, and she's on the council. and....

she still doesn't know what happened to them.

and then Vi, the girl who, justifiably, hates her guts, comes back. and the look on her face all She needs to know Jinx is gone. but she can't accept it. she can't.

she demands to know what happened, in a clipped, gruff manner, not displaying much care, but her eyes are teary and her gut is churning.... and Vi just says they're gone.

and all Sevika can do is whisper "... both?"

and she doesn't wait for an answer. the face is enough. "how?".

the answer kills her.

she walks away. murmurs an apology over her shoulder.

she doesn't know what to do with the feeling in her chest. her fingers trace over the carving in her arm.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dead beat down

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[hawberries]

I have added: yet more ships to the MXTX bookmark catalogue :)

[wishfulsketching]

Most unexpected yet perfect dynamic

[astrhae]

After a very long time, something's coming back.

[sandushengshou]

to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w

(requested by @highwarlockkareena for my 1 follower celebration)

[sunfolaursa]

Discovered like two weeks ago that today is my 10 year anniversary liking Law, so here's a drawing I chipped at~!

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

I’ll be the sweetest thing ever to scare you~

Pomni does her best to be as gentle as possible with her favorite chew toy, but sometimes she gets carried away. Ragatha doesn’t seem to mind tho.

Shout out to @sockatoo-rob for compelling me to finish this sketch. As a Top Pomni subscriber I felt obligated to spread the propaganda.

[naturecalls111]

[mynnub-blog]

I can't stop thinking about FNAF: The Movie

[grinsgrimmy]

Ａ Ｇ Ａ Ｉ Ｎ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖢𝖨𝖤𝖫 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO REJECT MY OBSESSIVE EX-HUSBAND

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 oneshot . (2064 words)

sum. ciel, haunted by the regret of his past life where he failed to love you, he showered you with affection in the second life, wanting you back.

ㅤㅤ like ciel? check out ciel/reader/jace drabble .

note : spoilers to the novel if you squint

ㅤ⪩⪨ m.list

“wife.”

ciel purred. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, a serene and affectionate smile gracing his often cold face.

his nose pressed against the crook of your neck, you could feel him planting several kisses along your shoulder— as if he were worshipping you.

breathless his eyes gazed back at yours, sparkling with adoration. “talk to me, wife,” ciel pleaded gently, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek.

you could only remain silent, flustered. though a part of your being hated him to the core, you could not help but melt into his affections.

you refused to give him any ounce of reaction that could feed his excitement.

ciel was intentionally doing this. barging into your bedroom in the middle of the night, begging for your attention and guiding. when you refused, he opted to drown you in his affections, hoping to chop down that guard you put up.

there was an incredibly good reason why you refused to open up to him. even ciel respected that choice you made because he was aware of it himself.

in your previous lives, he never did love you the way he did in your second life. before, he was reserved, stern, and cold. he was flawed in many ways. he was restricted from loving you due to his circumstances.

though he loved you all the same and more when he lost you.

life really showed him how much he took you for granted when you were killed by a monster that one day. ciel could remember it clearly, haunted by it that memory.

ciel was not a part of that mission when you had profusely asked him to. he reluctantly had to refuse you since he was busy with other matters, unfortunately.

but how much he regretted refusing you that day.

everyone in your team returned safe. except you.

you, who was killed brutally by a monster after recklessly deciding to risk your life for another guide. the team came home with the devastating news that soon reached his ears.

the team did not bother to recover your body. they gave an excuse that your body was not recoverable. ciel refused to believe that.

he burnt down the entire building into ashes that day, out of grief and terror, killing himself and everyone in it.

when he woke up, he returned to his world. his original world. and in the past too.

regardless, he vowed to love you again if he found you in his second life. he thought he needed to go back to the other world to find you.

to his luck, you reincarnated into his world. it did not take him long to trace you.

how did he know?

ciel remembered you, you every being. from your expressions to the way you move, to your preferences, to your scent, the way your guiding feels— everything.

he is obsessed with everything about you.

at first, the reincarnated you gave tiny signs. you had expressions and a pattern of speaking similar to the past you, ciel noticed. then, it went to your talents and skills. eerily similar to you.

then, he was blessed to receive your guiding.

your guiding.

one of the reasons why he felt incredibly blessed to have met you, to have you as his only guide. undenying pleasure and comfort. that was what your guide did to him.

you became his home. his home that he took for granted. his home that he should have shown love despite his restrictions.

when ciel felt your reincarnated self's guiding, he knew it was you. his wife. his dearest wife.

as if the hollow soul of his was resorted, your guiding washed over him like the gentlest of waves.

he clung onto you ever since then, following you like a lost puppy. you never gave any confirmation that you were his wife from his former life, but he does not need any vocal confirmation from you.

your guiding proved everything to him. you two are still linked, even after death.

you refused to open up to him. he understood why. he was never a good partner, or a good husband to you.

ciel was utmost cold to you, to everyone.

though no words could excuse his actions, but his coldness stemmed from the fact that he was taken from his real home and was forced to become a lab experiment and soldier due to how strong he was as an esper.

he could not show his emotions.

you could be in danger because of it.

you were, in every way, his weakness. his only weakness.

you died before he could even show you an ounce of his true feelings.

regardless, that was his regret. his only regret. never loving you the way you deserved.

therefore, he wishes to love you properly then. with you in this world with him. no one to force him around, no city to save— he could focus on you and solely you.

but you refused him. for months.

ciel refused to give up.

you were guarded, only to him. the unspoken pain clung onto you, the one that was haunted by the past. the one that made you incredibly wary of him, unable to trust him.

since in two of yours' first lives, you gave him the world.

ciel did not return it back then. he could not either way.

but he wished to give you the world now.

he longed for you.

with your every denial, rejection, and refusal, it only deepened his longing. it stirred the fierce and fiery need within him to protect you and to make amends for all those moments he had failed and disappointed you.

even if it takes years. or the next life.

he wishes to love you just as you loved him back then.

ciel began to grow desperate— obsessed. he used any means within his power to string you back to him.

he is a duke in his world. he had every power to create a lot of obstacles within your life that could end you back to him.

was he crazy for this? absolutely.

but ciel never saw it as something incredibly wrong when all he wanted to do was worship the ground you walked on.

he showered you with gifts—anything your heart desires, he could send it to your front door in a matter of seconds if he could.

anything.

but ciel never got mad over your wary heart. only hurt. disappointed, but he respected it. wholeheartedly.

in a way, he knew he deserved it.

ciel should have, at least, shown you how much he truly loved you back then. but he was a coward, until the end.

he was not going to give up on the opportunity anymore. even if he was going to be called insane, obsessed, and crazy by you. he would not stop.

ciel knew your heart beat the same speed as his whenever you two were together.

he knew, deep down, you still loved him despite everything.

because it is you. the sweet person that you are. a woman he never deserved, but his lives were blessed for him to meet you. to have you.

“i love you,” ciel whispered lovingly into your ear. a giddish grin on his lips, his cheeks flushed red as he continued to plant kisses all over your neck, hoping you would react.

you did not budge. you refuse to.

but your heart skipped a beat when he proclaimed his love to you.

until he decided to whisper into your ear, “wife, i love you, truly,” he repeated again, kissing your jawline, reverring in your warmth.

you could feel his heartbeat pounding against your back, the rhythm mirroring the emotions he was expressing. each of his words was a thread woven with vulnerability, regret, and a depth of longing that surpassed lifetimes.

he held you close to himself. “i will love you now,” he muttered weakly, gritting his teeth. “as i now have a chance to love you freely without any shackles,” his saddened yet loving eyes slowly met yours.

“even if it takes another lifetime for you to forgive me, i will love you until the next,” a promise that transcends the universe.

he hoped to peel the layers of past misunderstandings, showing the aching remorse he harboured deep within since his first life.

your chest clenched. you knew what he said was genuine. his eyes said it all.

you had spent a few years since you got reincarnated to nurse the wounds of an unreturned love from your past life— only for the man who caused it to return to you, holding you like a lifeline amidst a storm.

the memories, the loneliness, and the betrayal lingered, holding you back like invisible chains. but yet, you ended up accepting his love.

he pressed desperate kisses onto your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, then your forehead, but he never leaned to your lips.

he knew that needed to be earned.

ciel wanted to earn it.

ciel let out a shaky sigh, resting his forehead on the back of your head. he was falling apart at the seams.

a part of him wished you never remembered your shared past life. he wanted to sweep you away and begin a fresh new start with you.

but that would be absolutely selfish of him.

he would have never redeemed himself if so.

“i'll never let you go again,” he vowed, kissing the top of your head. “i'll wait for you, i swear,” he left a sloppy kiss on your neck, desperate. he could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he gripped onto you.

you never gave him an answer; you could not.

your heart thundered painfully in your chest. you were torn between the past and present. you yearned to lean on him, to believe things could truly be different as he promised.

but your memories of your unreturned love held you back.

“i can't undo the past,” ciel muttered brokenly, grasping onto you as if you would disappear if he let go. “but i want to show you the love you deserved now and then,” he murmured quietly with honesty.

for the first time, it was you who looked at him, letting his words sink in. his eyes were shimmering, no longer cold and dead as you once knew. the sincerity, it was almost overwhelming.

ciel was different.

you could feel the weight of his regret, the depth of his untold love, and the weakness he had solely for you. all bare and vulnerable.

slowly but surely, your hand rested on top of his—

contact guiding.

you willingly gave it.

you willingly gave your guiding to him.

ciel gasped, his cheeks immediately flushed red as he choked up in pleasure at the overwhelming comfort of the feeling.

his heartbeat increased, and his hands moved from your waist to grip yours. his longing eyes, filled with love, met yours. “m, may i?” ciel choked out, his entire face decorated with a bright colour of red.

you knew what he meant.

despite the shackles of the past, you nodded. you allowed him.

because in the end, no matter what he did, you still love him so. you were a fool like that.

at your nod, ciel quickly grabbed you by your hips to turn you around. his hands gently yet urgently cup your cheeks.

his eyes scanned your face, as if searching for hesistance, any ounce of rejection— there were none.

he dived down to your lips, locking his with yours. the kiss was tender, as if ciel was pouring every lifetime's worth of regret and love into it.

his lips trembled against yours, fearing you would pull away out of regret. he held you close, his touch spreading a gentle warmth through you.

you tried pulling away from the kiss, but he dived back down to your lips. he intertwined your fingers with his.

the chains of the past, one by one, were beginning to lift, replacing that guarded heart of yours with hope of something new.

you could never forget the past, but maybe.

maybe he could be the partner you had dreamt of him to be.

that night, he whispered words of love and devotion into the quiet night that belonged to both of you.

you allowed yourself to love again. in his arms.

and for ciel, maybe one day you will say you life him again.

he awaits for that day.

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