#god we all knew this was coming but goddammit why did it happen

[constantvariations]

V9C5

Got that post-workout bliss and a plate of pizza rolls, so I’m raring to go!

Post Ep: whoever decided the rusted knight “twist” should step on a lego every five minutes for the rest of their lives

Wait why is Ruby running? The last episode ended with the caterpillar being dropped through the floor by the cat, so are they running from the cat? Was the growth yogurt ready, and if so did they grab it ($50 on no)

“I’m so glad the four of you are still the four of you.” Is this excluding Little because they didn’t get hit with the Character Arc tm dust? (Now that I think about it, why didn’t Little have a vision? Did we just not see it or are they immune somehow?)

“You’re the one who ditched us in the first place” okay, Weiss, firstly Ruby stopped following the cat so that’s mostly on her. Secondly, why are you being antagonistic to the one creature you can’t afford to offend because it’s the one creature who can get you to the tree?

“...someone return to the Ever After.” How can you return to a place you’re already in? Is there a reprogramming center or something? If you veer too far off from your role you get reset? Reminds me of the re-educators of the Dragon Age Qun

They’re really laying on thick the whole “Everything is what it isn’t, and what it is, it wouldn’t be” (shout out to that one Shinedown song from the live action Alice in Wonderland)

All this talk of what happened to the caterpillar just sounds like a shitty mishmash of the Ship of Theseus, Schrodinger’s cat, and a reset button

So the Red King underwent the Ever Again program (I’m just gonna call it that, roll with it) and came out a kid? Was that by design or does everyone basically get reborn? Does that mean the racoon hasn’t been Agained since Alyx?

Oh they call it Ascension? How Devil May Cry of you. Also I ain’t calling it that. I like my Agained verbage

“Nose hair from a leprechaun.” I am half expecting a Rocket Racoon bit here

Straight up ditching someone you know is acting off because ~ew nose hair~ is... something else. And there goes Blake trailing after Yang’s coattails again because we! need! that! bee! bait!

This cat is far too lenient with these assholes. They just straight up jumped on his head without asking because who needs to respect people’s autonomy amiright fellas?

Goddammit bring the cat back right now I can’t stand Little’s voice and cOmEdY

Okay all the lights going out one by one is hella creepy gg

“I thought this was lost forEVER” why does Ruby sound like a highschool girl complaining about drama this deadass made me burst out laughing Also, is that the same sword from the Red Kingdom or a different one?

Okay the android is cool as shit I will admit that. The chain as hair is absolutely fantastic

Was that Summer in the axe blade? An axe is not what I would have expected of a Ruby clone. Those are hard-hitting and slow, usually used by the tanks, while Summer and Ruby’s figures suggest more agile approaches. If it were more of a hatchet size, I could see that, especially as a dual-wield

Pocket dimension blacksmith shop? Sign me the fuck up please

I think I’m going to strangle Weiss. You literally just saw her standing in the middle of the road, staring at and talking to nobody, and you fucking whine? I hope someone stabs her with her own tiara jfc

“It contains a mother’s promise” BITCH WHEN WAS THIS ESTABLISHED AND WHY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF TO GIVE AWAY I’M GONNA BURN A FIRE HYDRANT

“We do not ascend” oh you mean die? That thing you said didn’t happen here? Dying? Was there even a second reading of the script or did yall just smoke with the originals?

Yes Ruby go right past the hostile creature instead of literally any other direction. Yall deserve whatever hell you make

Why is Ruby carrying everyone constantly? Their legs aint broke girl. Go be a distraction while they go for the yogurt goddamn

The giant jackrabbit’s cool ngl

Like how one scoop only grew them to doll sized but whatever was left after it was splattered grew them all to the right size

The jackrabbit’s name is Juniper. Both cute and cringe

GODDAMMIT IT HAD TO BE JAUNE

WHY

HE FELL LAST

THAT SHOULDVE BEEN YANG

FUCK YOU CRWBY

[krasytoonz]

Speech Examples!

King Wally

“What’s a Peasant like YOU doing here! Goodness, you STINK!”

“No, I don’t like this. I don’t like this one either. You are supposed to READ my MIND! Can’t you already figure out what I like and don’t like?”

“I was a bit rude. I know that. But I will not apologize for it. Because I am King.”

“AHHH!! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?! GUARDS! SOMEONE! SAVE ME!!! THIS FOUL LOOKING THING IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!”

Jester Barnaby

“What do you call Tea that doesn’t have (T)ea?… Just Ea.”

“Hey, don’t go about and hang your head down like that! You did great, buddy. What matters is the effort you put in!”

“I know a place where we can go and relax. Maybe daydream or take a nap! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“I actually got some tricks up my sleeves!… Well, I don’t got any sleeves. But you get it!”

Castle’s Greatest Knight

“Do you think that maybe he might like me back?”

“Being a Knight doesn’t mean you have to just ‘be’. You’ve got to act and look like one too!”

“Stand STRAIGHT! What are you even worthy of if you can’t even do one simple thing!!”

“I may be merciful, but do not take me for a Fool. So do not treat me like one.”

The Advisor

“That is so funny, because the last time I remember you was… Never. I don’t think you are even good enough to be in the storage of my memories.”

“You see, because ‘pie’ is a consumable good, but ‘pi’ is a maths symbolism that equals to 3.14, it is the reason why you are DUMB. Those are NOT THE SAME THINGS.”

“This is NOT how ECONOMY WORKS, Your Majesty. The people are starving and YOU KNOW THAT!”

“For the love of God I will literally burn you ALIVE if you say one more thing out of that stupid mouth of yours!”

Castle’s Maid

“GAWK!! THE voices.. The noises.. Oh, they’re SPEAKING to me again!”

“No, no no, it isn’t the Castle this time, I know it! Please, believe me! There are things wrong with this Kingdom — HORRIBLY WRONG!”

“It’s a CURSE!! I knew that because I went to this Fortune-Teller and she told me that THIS WILL HAPPEN! GAWK!!”

“Breathe in.. Breathe out.. No, this wouldn’t work! This is silly! Let’s get out of here and run away elsewhere while we still can!”

The Anarchist

“Boasting will do you no good. I don’t like ‘mysteries’ or ‘surprises’ either. Show it to me and I’ll believe you.”

“Somebody who only talks big, but not ‘walk the talk’, is not to be respected. I hope you understand what that means.”

“WHAT IN THE- Julie! SALLY! STOP POKING THAT THING! IT’S GOING TO CRUMBLE DOWN!! GODDAMMIT YOU TWO!”

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone in the Alleyway?! Are you out of your mind?!! Stick beside me, I know a shortcut.”

Julie Joyful (in Disguise Name: King-Queen-Royal Julien the III)

“Wow, that was.. SUPER DUPER AWESOMESAUCESNESS!! CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?!”

“AAHHHH!! I AM SO SO SO EXCITED! Let’s go and look for more Mushrooms. Did you KNOW that Sally can cook really good Mushroom soup?”

“Uhhh… Uhhhhheeeerrrrmmmm… I forgot. I’m sorry, but, I’ll try my best to remember. I promise! PINKIE PROMISE!”

“If you want a hug, just know that I am always here. Don’t you waste your tears, my Friend!”

Bounty Hunter Sally

“So we got Buggy and Pinkie on the team. You in or you out?”

“HA! No one can EVER come between ME and Pinkie! You can try all you want but you CAN’T ever separate the two of us!”

“Determination is my greatest Skill! Test me if you like but I WON’T back down from a good ramble! Bring it on! Wahhahaa!!”

“These monsters aren’t actually monsters, but they are just sensitive to Fire and Light and all that stuff. Best you put it away.”

Royal Courtier Sunny

“Yes, very very informative…! Uh, so, when is the festival again?”

“Oooh! That looks DASHING on you! Totally cute and fashionable! Wear it!”

“Morals are very important! You see, without them, people will become violent!”

“Do not fear! I will sacrifice myself if needed! You can rely on me!”

Castle (speaks in onomatopoeia)

“CREEK! THUMP! CRRRRAAAACKKK!” (Fuck u and ur dad and ur mom and ur siblings)

“Thump. Thump. THUMP.” (Thump thump thump.)

“Creek!” (Flowers! I love flowers!)

[brineffxiv]

Still can't believe, the first Trial of Endwalker is freaking Zodiark. What is happening. Where the heck do we go from here!?

My brain keeps trying to figure out what the missing bit in the middle must look like for the top half to connect with the bottom half.

Gotta say though, great design.

Ahaha! Victory is mine! I have triumphed over the oldest and greatest of primals! Well, 8/14ths of Him, at least.

GTFO of here Zenos. Don't you dare steal my moment. (Aren't you glad you didn't become this god? It would have suuuucked, let me tell you.)

Goodbye Fandanny. Enjoy an eternity of imprisonment inside Zodiark. Let's hope it puts you mentally in stasis as well as physically, because otherwise that might be a tad crueler than even you deserve.

I'm sorry, what? Your plan was for me to defeat you? I thought you wanted to die. You'll note, you're still alive.

Oh what the fuck. He's tearing his own heart out.

Y'know. I wasn't surprised when Fandaniel betrayed Zenos and stole Zodiark for his own plans, surprised exactly what happened, yes, but not the betrayal. But this. Despite it all. I never did believe that what Fandaniel said he wanted was actually the truth. But it apparently is? He truly does only want to die and take everyone with him?

But, I feel like I'm missing something. I don't understand why execute this convoluted plan?? Does he have some personal, Ascian-related reason for wanting Zodiark to die??

How interesting. G'raha was right: you do retain attachment to your prior life as Amon. Why else would your soul retain this form?

What made you like this, then? What mysteries are you taking to the grave?

Goddammit Fandaniel. I swear. If you did all this because of Xande's existential crisis I'm gonna... kill... you?

...Little late for that, I guess.

Oooh that... Doesn't look good.

THE FU-

Wha- Oh fuck. What is happening?!

You mean to tell me.

That all this time.

The Final Days never ended?

That Zodiark was actively protecting us.

You mean to tell me, that the solution Hydaelyn's summoners thought was not enough, that solution, not only worked, but continued to work. For thousands of years. Even sundered.

*flails*

*speechless*

I... I don't even know what to say.

I... We...

We've been keeping, not just Zodiark, but the souls of those that died to summon him. We've been keeping them in a perpetual purgatory. For thousands of years. Because doing it was protecting us from disaster. And we did it. We did it intentionally. We did it knowingly. This isn't a surprise to the Watcher. Hydaelyn knew exactly what She was doing. If Fandaniel hadn't come along, we'd have done it forever. Because we killed the only people who were fighting to free them. The only other people who knew the truth. We never sought alternative solutions. We never looked into what could be the underlying cause of the problem of the Final Days. How could we, when Hydaelyn has done everything in Her power to obfuscate and hide the truth of our reality from us. From even Her chosen.

And if that wasn't enough, now the problem has returned to bite us in the ass. If we had known the truth. That this problem wasn't ever solved, only mitigated... We could have been working on this. We could have had centuries of our brightest minds working to solve this problem. Instead of... nothing. We have nothing. And the Final Days are upon us.

Zenos, I do not have the spoons required to fight you to the death right now; I am having a crisis of faith.

(Also, yo, game, let me get a good look at his monster form. I wanna seeee!)

No you don't. You might think that's what you want, but if there's no hope then there's no reason to fight you. I may as well lie down and die. You want me to come at you with everything I have? Then you want to be standing between me and everything I have a reason to fight for. Hope is the impetus for a good fight. Despair is the opposite of what you want.

This probably wasn't supposed to be funny. But I found it very much so. I'm just letting him casually walk away. The guy who destroyed an entire empire's worth of lives. Just. Walking away. Passing by close enough to touch. Off to find a new and unfathomable source of power. See you Zenos. Good luck on your villain quest.

I enjoy the tension between us. It's clear there's a very deep and personal connection, even if I might not want it to be there. Maybe we really are friends.

Speaking of friends, mine meet me in the Watcher's Palace. Things in Garlemald are not exactly good, but they have been brought under control.

The Watcher and I fill in my friends on what has transpired on the moon, including Zodiark's demise and what the results of that will be. After a brief rest, the Watcher tells us what little he can of the Final Days. The information is much the same as what we already know, save few interesting details.

While ultimately unable to discern the source of the problem, the Convocation developed a method to predict where the outbreaks of destructive phenomena would next occur - where the celestial aether currents were weak and stagnant. Thus, to treat the symptom of the disease afflicting our star, they sought to harness the animating power of Darkness - activity and growth - and so invented and summoned Zodiark.

I understand that the accidental sundering of the world rather disrupted the plan that Hydaelyn's summoners had in mind. The part where they identified and addressed the cause of the Final Days. What I do not understand is why, in the thousands of years that followed, Hydaelyn did not bother to inform any of Her followers that we were living on borrowed time. Ask for help. Tell anybody about anything at all.

Perhaps it's not Her fault, though. Perhaps She is constrained by the limitations of Her summoning? After all, She is a primal. If Her purpose was to restrain Zodiark, perhaps this kind of forethought is beyond the scope of Her ability? Her power is, after all, stasis. It might go against Her fundamental nature to plan for future change.

UGH! And just like that I'm angry again. I had completely forgotten about Hydaelyn's original explanation via Minfilia in the aetherial sea. At the time, I lacked the context for what I was being told to really be able to understand it.

And I realize this is likely a retcon, and the writers' way of smoothing over a story that likely changed slightly in the years it took to tell it through this game.

But in the context of the game... Hydaelyn has lied to me. Deliberately and blatantly. Not just by omission. And the purpose of that lie was to make me believe I was on the righteous side. To make me not question why certain actions had to be taken. To make me not sympathize with those who opposed Her.

Hydaelyn's biggest flaw, the largest strike against Her in my eyes, is how she deals with control of information. She has been, historically, the only one able to tell the story of our star's history and what happened upon it. And time and again She refuses to tell the truth, instead selectively sharing the facts - and now blatant lies! - that paint the picture She would prefer.

It's all very well and good for Her to love us, but we need to know the truth in order to freely choose to love Her.

I should not have found out the truth about what She was and our history from Emet-Selch. I should not have been forced to fight Zodiark not knowing that if I killed him we'd all die. We should not be in this situation right now because we should have been working on a way to resolve this issue a LONG time ago.

In order to learn from history we need to remember it. The good and the bad. The tragedy of Amaurot and the ancients cannot be undone, but it could have been learned from. It could have saved us. If Hydaelyn had allowed us to know about it.

Look, I'm not saying Hydaelyn is the bad guy. Far from it. Clearly we owe our continued existence to Her. She is our champion and is on our side in this. I'm just saying... I don't like how She handles information. It feels like She's afraid we'll turn on Her if we know the truth, and so she's decided we don't need to know it. It's... infantilizing. Surely you can understand that, Y'shtola? You of all people must understand the frustration of having vital information withheld from you: you've never met a mystery you didn't want to solve.

Hydaelyn asks a lot from us. She asks her chosen to give their lives in service to her. I'm not comfortable writing Her that blank check, especially now that I know it's not just lies of omission She's been telling.

That... is a very good question, Thancred.

Well fuck me. We're in even more trouble than I realized.

The Watcher takes us outside to show us something; the strange building across the chasm has lit up. Hydaelyn feared what would happen in the event of Zodiark's demise, and so built a contingency plan (ah, how interesting, so she can plan for the future...) which has now been set into motion.

The moon is a spaceship. A spaceship designed to save the people of our star in the event of the Final Days.

The Watcher is going to take us to meet its pilots.

[hermit-called-he]

FINE

Everyone I tell about your rejection seems to pity me 

They always say “oh that’s a shame, you can’t get them all.”

I don’t need them to put it as kindly as can be 

Every part of me knew that this would be a painful fall 

I quietly assure them that I’m fine, that there’s no need to worry about me 

To be frank with you, I’m not even sure that is true 

I care about you more than I should, of that I’m aware 

I can’t wait until every time I see you I don’t stop and stare 

Because damn, boy you’re something else 

And my heart just can’t help itself 

I can’t help but feel like your perception of me will be colored by whatever happens next 

I know I’m going to make decisions that aren’t the best 

I wish there were more men like you, 

So eager to follow a feminist way of life,

Uncompromising in the belief that everyone deserves to be free 

Of course, we know there are flaws to you too, 

Not that you’d admit you instigate active group chat strife 

Although I appreciate your acknowledgement that you seldom let your emotions breathe 

Part of me is so fucking angry that you exist

Especially the part where you were thrown into my midst

Sometimes it feels like life dangles you in front of me like an ideal I just can’t reach, 

That fruit that grows at the very end of the branches of a giant tree

Knowing you, you’re probably a goddamn Georgia peach 

Every time I see you dangling there, it’s like a temptation to me 

Actually no, maybe you’re that apple from the Garden 

Goddamn toxic and leading me down a path that strays from my mission 

Oh how I’d love to watch you beg my pardon 

As you read some of the bitter words that leave my fingers as I type this admission 

Is it sick of me to want to watch you be repentant? 

You’re lucky only a small part of me is that cruel 

Mostly when I think of you now, tears come to my eyes 

God I’m such a pathetic lovesick fool 

It’s hard to feel smart when I feel anything but wise

God I hope there are other guys who I can prize 

Maybe one day I will actually be fine 

Perhaps I need to do everything I can to even attempt to give it a try 

I know I shouldn’t text you but the urge is growing too strong 

Plus it might give you some peace of mind to know I’m not dragging any hatred along 

I can’t help writing about you and the urge to write is strong 

I know writing stories about you would be highkey wrong 

So here I am writing poems about the rollercoaster of feelings you inspire in me 

Goddammit why did you have to be the only thing I could see?

One day, I will be fine 

One day, I will look back at these poems as a relic of time, 

A time when I was young and naive and couldn’t wait for life to finally take off 

It’ll probably seem silly to future me that I thought this time moved at the pace of a sloth 

One day,  I might yearn for these days when I could have fun without a care, 

Perhaps not turn down a dare 

Just know that I will look at you with fondness, 

A tendency towards over-sweetness 

You were once the sun to my planets 

Now you’re kinda just one of the comets 

I hope one day you look at someone the way I look at you and feel fine 

They better know that they’re one of a kind 

Because you deserve nothing less than that 

I’m trying to let you go, you tall awkward cat 

There’s still something in the great beyond for me 

And I have a feeling I won’t fear whatever it’ll be 

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

chicago pd 10x12

im not ready in the slightest

i do not want to see sean o’neal’s ass on my screen

this beginning is great

hailey sleeping in a bed by herself

OH MY GOD WAIT

HAILEY AND VANNESSA

MY BABIES

WE DESERVED MORE OF THEM

im going feral over a picture

these piCTURES

is that a picture of jay as a kid???

I WANTED TO SEE IT MORE CLOSELY

ALL OF JAYS STUFF

IS COFFEE MUG

good god

o’neal

back the fuck up

nobody likes you

god

hailey

my GOD

JAY PICK UP THE GODDAMN PHONE

COME ON HALSTEAD

SHE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER 

hailey excitedly looking at the phone only for it to be county jail???

im done

i can't

trudyyyyyy

trudy and hailey my mother-daughter duo

GOD SHES STILL WEARING THE RING

IM IN PAIN

oh fuck you

i hate you

so much

so so so so much

like

fuck off

ugh

‘you came’

SHUT YOUR ASS UP

NOW

oh my god

i hate him so much

and hes barely said anything

‘there is no you and me!’

HER VOICE BREAKING

THE TEARS IN HER EYES

attagirl hailey

as you fuckin should

‘things you could use’

i'll use your face to mop the fuckin floor with your blood

no

stop it

CHICAGO PD

LEAVE HER ALONE GODDAMMIT

i hope you die

genuinely

dammit this isn't gonna go well

hes telling the truth

i don't want him to be telling the truth

but he is

i can feel it

this is already scaring me and she hasn't gone inside yet

OH MY GOD BLOOD

hailey please be careful

what the fuck?

what's this

OH MY GOD

WHATS HAPPENING

no this poor child

noooooooo

im emotionally invested already

agh

why must this hurt me so much

hailey being a compassionate, lovely person

i love her

aW GOD

THIS POOR CHILD

he is scarred

truly

seeing voight interact with this child is truly heart-warming

i wanna see him interact with his grand

whatever happened with olive and little baby daniel anyways?

goddammit

im hurT

callum is gonna get hurt at some point during this episode, isn't he?

HIS HAND WAS SHAKING

THIS POOR KID

oh the hug

im too weak

stop

‘creepy clown masks’

i hate it

so much

this kid is a good actor

trudyyyy

i always love seeing trudy interact with kids

oh god

voight sending hailey back to sean

i don't like it

oh a lovely start

sean

shut the fucK UP

i hate him

so so so so so so much

i want to kill him

SEAN

LEAVE HER ALONE

no

don't trust him

fucker

ill murder you in your sleep

ugh

ew

‘to share them with me’

the look of disgust on everyone’s face

lovely

i despise all of this

the father of samantha’s here

yay

more pain

good god

lady

shut the fuck up about my wife

she did not ask for this

‘hes a psychopath’

and what are you exactly?

kim and adammmm

the look of murder on lim’s face is so true

i love it

‘i will get it all... for you’

SHUT THE FUCK UP

adam looks like he wants to punch him

id pay good money to see that

this isn't gonna end well

i do not like this conversation

not in the slightest

oh ew

no

no

no

disgusting

*gagging sounds*

im gonna throw up

actually

ugh

no

stop

stoP IT

E W

S T O P

no

im actually so repulsed

i will throw up

hailey

don't do something stupid

or rash

oh good

he stopped

my skin is still crawling

nope nvm

its still crawling

i wanna tear my hair out

father

tell the truth

please

oh god

god im actually gonna throw up

TELL THE TRUTH RICHARD

P L EA SE

TELL THE TR U T H

oh lovely

somethings gonna go wrong

and she won't be there

or she’ll be dead

please keep my babies safe

please

she isn't there

i fuckin knew it

so fuckin convenient

how do the becks fit?

richard beck prolly did something

tell the truth man

please

help t h e m

yea richard

why are you lying

tell the goddamn truth

hailey’s gonna come with some sort drop on richard

oh no nvm

its something else

something’s gonna go wrong here too

yay

shootout

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING TO GO WRONG

joy

one of them’s dead

this chase isn't gonna end well

something’s gonna happen

oh lovely

the van flipped

what're the chances both of them are dead?

oh gunshots

yay

oh samantha

my poor child

oh no

noooooo

samantha

god

i want an explanation to all of this

don't lie samantha

how convenient that both of them are dead

this is something else

i knew that there’s something wrong with the dad

‘you want us to keep an eye on him?’

‘you’re damn right’

lovely

can't wait to see where this goes

its gonna come up later, i can feel it

how come her HUSBANDs name in her phone is ‘jay halstead’

it should've been ‘hubby’

or ‘handsome’

or ‘baby’

or ‘detective hotstead’

dammit

hailey getting so excited with the phone ringing only to find out that its the county jail

‘my husband is jay halstead’

IM CRYING

her voice breaking and shaking

im not okay

no

shes about to cry

EXTENSION????

NO

PLEASE NO

IM CRYING

STOP

STOP

STOP

NO THE RING

STOP IT

I HATE EVERYTHING

sean i despise you with everything that i have

i would like to kill you

god that scar on his head scares me

sean

shut the fuck up

idk how many times ive said that

but shut up

‘its a good speech but youre giving it to the wrong person’

IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A REFERENCE TO JAY??

CUZ ILL KILL HIM

chicago pd writers better sleep with one eye open

im coming for you

[violetswritingg]

Valkyrie

Mark Grayson x OFC!

Description: In which two superpowered teens meet and fall in love amongst blood, death, and betrayal

Rating: M (Canon typical violence, betrayal, mental health issues, abandonment issues, child neglect, angsttttt)

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3: Aftermath

~~*~~

Even when I'm fine

I can't tell

If I'm happy or I'm sad

'Cause no one ever talks about the aftermath

~~*~~

Stella sat, seeped in the blood of her friends, her family, a dead stare in the direction of one of the many blood stains on the wall amongst all of the carnage.

She could see the GDA operatives rush in, the medics working on the Guardians and Omni-man. Could feel hands on her shoulders as she was asked questions. But her brain couldn't process it.

Not until Cecil's scarred face was directly in her vision, wide eyes and warm hands on her face grounding her.

"Cecil..."

"Stella, Stella are you hurt! Are you okay?! Where's the blood coming from?!" It was the only time she had ever seen the man so rattled. So panicked.

"Not mine... It's not mine. It's not mine.." Stella found herself stuck in a loop, sobs ripping from her throat as she crumpled into the man. Shoulder's shaking violently as she cried. Cecil's arms wrapping around them to try and comfort her. But how do you fix something like this?

"The medics need to check you okay?" Cecil tried to pull away but her fingers tore into his suit jacket.

"No! Don't go, please Cecil." Cecil sighed and pushed back a stained red strand of her blonde hair, crunchy with blood.

"I'm not going anywhere, kid. I'm gonna be right here, okay?" He occupied her attention, her blue eyes bloodshot and threatening to bulge out of her head in panic. Occupying her attention just long enough for her to get stuck with a needle by a medic. Stella passing out due to the sedative, falling away from Cecil and into the arms of said medic. "Be gentle with her."

Standing, Cecil joined Donald, looking over the mess with a heavy sigh. "I've never seen anything like this..." He trailed off. Coming up to a console and looking over the room, looking down at his hands, specks of blood he had picked up from Stella, "Goddammit!"

~~*~~

"Someone murdered the Guardians of the Globe last night." Cecil dropped the bomb, Debbie and Mark gasping in shock. "Tore them limb from limb. We tried like hell to bring them back. But Nolan was the only survivor."

"But, Valkyrie..." Mark trailed off, shaking his head.

"Found them. She got there after whatever happened and wasn't hurt, thank God." Cecil took a second, letting the air fill his lungs.

"How is that even possible?" Mark questioned as his mother went back to her husband's side, hands shaking as she placed one gently on Nolan's forehead.

"We don't know yet. We also don't know why your dad was at Guardians HQ. Working theory is whoever killed the Guardians lured him there with the rest of them and tried to wipe them all out at once." Cecil informed, keeping to the facts to keep himself sane. His own guilt eating away at him knowing what Stella was going through in this moment, but it had to be done. He couldn't let people think it was her.

"Why?"

"Why? That's the easy part, there isn't a supervillain alive that doesn't want Omni-man and the Guardians six feet under." Cecil paced to the other side of the hospital bed, "Now, we're keeping this all hush-hush for now, but news will break. I wanted you and Mark to know first."

~~*~~

Stella was silent as she was led to a room down about six different hallways. Anger bubbling under the surface as she knew exactly where they were taking her and the accusation that underlined the pathway.

The operative silently stopped, scanning a key card to open the door next to him. The metal slid open silently as he motioned for her to enter. Her molars grinded together as she did what was silently asked of her. Not bothering to look back at the door as it closed. Instead, taking in the scientist in the corner of the room by a small rolling table and an open briefcase she couldn't see into, and the GDA member in a suit at the larger table in the middle of the room.

"Valkyrie, please, take a seat."

~~*~~

"I'm not leaving." Debbie stood her ground, nose to nose with Cecil, her eyes narrowed in a deadly glare. The malice lost in the water lining her lash line, but still held weight. Cecil nodded and looked at Donald. The man agreed with a quiet stutter.

"But Valkyrie, is she okay? You said she wasn't hurt but, where is she?" Mark's hands twisted in front of him, his eyes darting between both Cecil and Donald.

"She's being... Debriefed, we need all the information we can get and besides Nolan she's the only possible witness." Cecil answered, his grave tone not helping Mark's anxiety.

"I literally just saw her, this is crazy." Mark breathed, falling into a chair next to his dad.

"You're telling me." Cecil puffed, looking at Donald who had his hand to his ear.

"Sir, there is some kind of attack happening downtown, it seems."

~~*~~

The chair was cold against Stella's legs. Her hospital gown and loose pants, made out of what felt like heavy duty paper, did nothing to help her retain her body heat.

"Thank you for joining me, I know you must still be processing." The man spoke, leaning forward, his elbows on the edge of the table, "My name is Silas, I don't think we've had the honor of meeting before."

"You don't need to play nice. I know what this is- What are you doing?" Stella flinches away from the doctor coming towards her, needle in hand, poised to jab her in the neck.

"It's a requirement of this conversation unfortunately." Silas hissed in displeasure, wincing as Stella's face hardened. Her eyes lacking the spark of warmth the world was used to seeing. He couldn't blame her though.

She sat still and nodded. Silas motioned for the doctor to continue. Stella not even flinching as the large needle pierced her neck.

"Did my parents develop whatever that was?" Stella asked, shoulders rounded, arms around her stomach.

"Yes, they did." Silas breathed.

"That's cool, didn't know they were working on something new. What is it?" Stella did her best to seem unfazed but her acting skills needed work. It was already working.

"A truth drug."

"Oh wonderful. Really feel the trust. That's on brand for them." Stella scoffed, shaking her head. Locking eyes with Silas she grinned sarcastically, throwing her arms to the sides, "Ask me anything, I'm an open book."

"We are not trying to intrude too much-"

"I assume this is getting recorded." Stella interrupted, curling back into herself. And Silas nodded, "Great."

"We need to start with some baseline questions, just to make sure the serum is in effect." Silas prefaced, just getting a stare from Stella. Sighing, the man opened the file under his hands, "What is your name."

"Stella Zimmer."

"Your full name." Silas corrected, chancing a glance at the traumatized hero.

"Stelionia Faven Zinmenor." Stella answered, feeling like her voice was detached from her body. The world started to spin slightly and she shifted to try and shake it off.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." The answer was automatic and Stella huffed. Her discomfort clear.

"I'm sorry about what happened to the Guardians." Silas probed, but still sincere. He hadn't ever thought about how old she must be before, but with her in front of him now, she looked so young.

"Me too." Stella swallowed harshly, fingernails cutting into her biceps.

"How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen."

"How long have you been with the GDA and a part of the Guardians."

~~*~~

"Three years."

Cecil sighed as he watched the video playback, the digital screen projecting in perfect clarity every micro-expression on Stella's face onto his office wall. The man hating the stones in his stomach as he watched Stella's eyes go blank every time she was asked a question. It was far too much like when he found her at Guardians HQ.

"Good. What planet are you from."

"Earth." Stella answered with no hesitation. Silas paused.

"What planet were you born on?"

"Kasarus."

She wasn't well adjusted by any means; Stella had a lot of issues. But she coped with it all by being a Guardian, and Cecil will be the first to admit he didn't exactly jump at the idea of signing her up for therapy. She seemed happy, and she was, but there were things that he had overlooked that were being brought to light the more answers she gave.

"Where were you before getting to Guardians' HQ?"

"I was with a new hero, Invincible, he was making a mess of things and I had to step in for damage control."

Cecil let out a breath of relief, an alibi, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders and chest.

"And what happened?"

"He got cocky. Caused a lot more damage than necessary to take down Kill Canon. Left Civilians in the way of possibly getting hurt."

Cecil winced, cursing under his breath.

"What happened after?"

"I got the emergency alert but there were some injured Police officers, so I helped them before taking off. I flew as fast as I could-" Stella cut off, her jaw ticking as she tucked her chin into her chest.

Cecil felt Donald step up next to him. Silently watching the great, noble, and heroic Valkyrie; just fall to pieces.

"I flew as fast as I could but they were- They were gone by the time I got there. I tried to bring them back, transfer my energy, but nothing was working. There was so much blood-"

Cecil turned away from the screen, swiping his hand in the air to turn off the video. His hand came to rest over his mouth for a second. Just long enough for him to pull himself together.

"...Sir?" Donald hesitated. Shuffling a step closer to his boss.

Cecil held up his hand and Donald just nodded, stepping back to his original spot.

"I want a security detail on her at all times, priority Royal Blue." Donald nodded in complete seriousness, "Whatever happened to the rest of the Guardians does not happen to her, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir. Of-of course sir."

"Good. Now leave." Cecil fell into his desk chair, head falling into his hands. "Shit."

~~*~~

Shaky hands reached out in front of her, molding the blue energy around the larger pieces of rubble and moving them to the piles the excavators were working on. Loading up the debris into large dumpsters and trucks so that construction crews could get into the space and start repairs.

Stella could feel the toll all of this was taking on her. Her body was playing catch up with energy as she expelled it faster than she could replenish it. But guilt proved to be a strong motivator, because while she was sitting in a room and crying, people were dying. The world needed Valkyrie, and she wasn't there.

Seeing Cecil walking with Robot, Stella paused after the last piece was moved out of the spot she had been working on. Walking over when she saw the pair stop, Cecil's arms crossed over his chest. Which was never a good thing. Robot probably getting chewed out for something or another that Teen Team did or didn't do.

"Do you know how many people died here yesterday?" Stella heard Cecil ask Robot.

"Three hundred and thirty-eight." Stella answered, Cecil and Robot turning to her. The Guardian looked worse for wear with puffy eyes and dark bags weighing down her lash line. The muscles in her arms twitching with fatigue. Hair not as perfect as it usually was while she was in her suit.

"Exactly." Cecil continued after a moment, Stella not missing the concern in his gaze, "and it only stopped there because whoever the hell those assholes were, ran away."

"The flaxans."

"What?" Stella and Cecil's voices overlapped.

"They call themselves the flaxans." Robot repeated, looking forward at something Stella couldn't see, "I reverse engineered their language using recordings from the battle."

"Any idea why they left when they were kicking our asses?" Cecil questioned. Stella wondered the same thing.

"I have six ideas..." Just as Robot's voice echoed metallically was their attention drawn to the loud creaking a yard to their left. A crane tried to lift one of the Flaxans' versions of tanks, only for it to snap at the point it was being held and crash back to the ground in a rusted heap. "But I believe that narrows it down to one." Robot swerved around Cecil and Stella to get to the rust bucket.

Crouching down, Robot picked up a piece of metal that had snapped off the main structure, Stella doing the same. Her fingers came away red after she tossed it back to the ground.

"Oxidized and corroded."

"Aka rusty as shit." Stella chimed in, standing up and clapping the red dust off her hands.

"That's another way to put it, for an alloy like this, that should take years." Robot confirmed crushing his metal part into dust.

"Time runs faster wherever they come from." Cecil continued, starting to get it. "They ran because-"

"They were dying of old age." Stella finished, nodding to herself as her eyes swept over all the damage for the millionth time since she had gotten here.

"If they come back maybe I'll just evacuate the area, wait till they get cancer." Cecil tried to plan with the information he had.

"That's a thought." Stella muttered, crossing her shaky arms over her stomach.

"How'd the new kid do?" Cecil ignored Stella's comment, looking to Robot.

"Invincible?" Robot asked rhetorically, picking up another piece of rusted metal, "He has promise but he seems unprepared for the more realistic aspect of super-herodom." The metal fell apart as he finished his sentence, tumbling through his copper fingers.

"I would say that's being generous." Stella scoffed, sinking into her hip as she met Cecil's raised eyebrow.

"Well, he'd better toughen up. We're gonna need his help." Cecil muttered as Robot stood up. Stella felt dread fill her stomach.

"Why?" Robot asked but Cecil had already been transported away.

"I hate it when he does that." Stella sighed and lifted off the ground, hovering to another large pile of debris. Setting her sites on one of their tanks, as the cranes have proven to be ineffective against the decay. Stepping onto the ground she shook her hands by her side, blinking harshly as she lifted her hands to mold the blue energy streaming from her skin.

A wave of nausea passed over her as she solidified the orb and began lifting it, the blue energy flickering for a moment before Stella grit her teeth and put more effort into it. Pushing herself harder than she should, droplets of sweat gathered on her brow under the metal of her winged diadem, and she could feel her muscles start to cramp.

"Just a little more." She pushed out and dropped the tank into one of the trucks. Hunching over, hands on her knees, Stella tried to take deep breaths as the world spun.

"Valkyrie, are you okay?" Robots tinny voice rang in her ears as Stella lost the battle. The girl clapped a hand over her mouth, rushing over to a trash can, and emptying her stomach into the metal bin. Pulling away, she wiped the back of her gloved hand over her mouth. Spitting off to the side and turning to the sound of metal clinking against concrete. "You don't need to keep going, most of the heavy lifting is done."

"No. I'm staying till it's all gone." She scoffed, sitting down on the curb of the sidewalk. Narrowly missing droplets of blood that were missed by the cleaning crews. Stella's eyes locked on the stains for a moment before she cleared her throat and looked up to the Robot towering over her position, "The world needs to see at least one of the Guardians right now. Keep me updated on the Flaxan problem, okay?"

"Of course. But what of the rest of the Guardians? Why are you the only one here?" Robot's head tilted as he asked.

"They're... Off world. Left me to hold down the fort." Stella hesitated, wrapping her shaky arms around her knees. The lie she was told to say tasting sour on her lips.

"Understood. I will contact you should we need you." Robot nodded and Stella did her best to grin up at the machine.

"Thanks Robot. It was good meeting you." With that Robot walked over to the Teen teams flying motorcycle-like ship and was off. Leaving her, the construction workers, and the reports hanging around the edge of the area. Stopped from getting any closer by the caution tape.

A GDA operative appeared beside her, handing her a protein bar and a bottle of specialized electrolyte water, which she took without looking at the man in all black gear. Sighing as she tore into the bar and ripped off the cap of the water. Stella watched out of her peripheral vision as the operative disappeared.

"Fuck."

~~*~~ 

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 194

Rock and a Hard Place/The Rings of Akhaten

“Rock and a Hard Place”

Plot Description: Sheriff Mills calls the brothers to help solve the murder of a church chastity group’s members. They infiltrate the group, then Dean disappears

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: asexuality 👏and👏chastity 👏aren’t👏the👏same👏thing👏 though $20 says she “broke her chastity vow and is being punished” which is already bullshit but anyway, I’m safe

I appreciate the reminder that Kevin exists

Well, I wasn’t gonna mention that whatever abducted that girl had………..some kind of blue fire power but I guess if the one witness mentions it, I should too

They said it can’t be an angel because it wasn’t a white light but the one who exploded those people a couple episodes ago didn’t use white light either

Oh wow. This church is messed up. And I don’t trust this last one bit. She’s TOO sweet. It’s almost sickly

I’m dying at Dean being…kind of a virgin for the third time in his life: original time, after coming back from hell, and now that he’s taken this vow of purity at the church. Talk about it being a construct

Fascinating (and somewhat unsurprising but in a very disappointing way) that everyone in this group besides Sam and Dean is a woman……..

Uh, Dean…….you cannot just write a spicy romance novel scene (poorly) in front of all these extremely repressed women

God this feels like a season two episode. Dean trying to hook up with some woman (this time the chastity counselor) while Sam actually does the work they’re there to do

I knew it was………….oh Jody, she’s still finding out all the things that exist. It’s gonna be a long couple days for her. She just found out angels and dragons are real

I really hope he gets hella shot down. I’m not saying that I like the idea of the chastity group but to INTENTIONALLY go after a woman who has dedicated so much of her time and energy into this. If this is her choice, I gotta respect that. AND SO SHOULD YOU, DEAN

I hope she’s absolutely playing him…goddammit. Talk about a lame fade to black would be sex scene that only serves to get Dean kidnapped by whatever this is

I just…like everything happening topside is buddy comedy shit, and everything happening in this not a virgin cellar is a REAL horror movie

Omg one…Sammy I love you but your blood is not going to count as virgin’s blood here. Don’t like Jody using her position as a sheriff to be able to punch this poor woman in the face to get her blood for the weapon

How many of these people are going to stay with their evangelical church when they find out their being held captive by a Roman goddess

I KNEW SHE WASN’T TO BE TRUSTED. That said…….she’s delightfully evil

Jody just did to Vesta what Horikoshi did to my boyyyyy

It’s GOOD that Sam is starting to piece together that there’s something wrong with him. BAD that Dean keeps lying to him. I DO NOT TRUST ZEKE

“The Rings of Akhaten”

Plot Description: the Doctor takes Clara to the Festival of Offerings, but the Old God demands a sacrifice!

Sarah Stop Watching Doctor Who at Eleven PM Challenge Difficulty: impossible

Noooooooooo is the Doctor watching all of Clara’s childhood?? No. Why? That’s so weird. Like…were you also somehow outside her parents’ house the night she was conceived?? YOU’RE BEING WEIRD AND GROSS, DOC

There she goessssss acting like a NORMAL companion, not knowing what’s going on and running around an alien planet without the Doctor’s knowledge but trying to help someone in need

Just a thought: maybe we shouldn’t be holding festivals where children get sacrificed. I dunno

It’s a VAMPIRE???

No. It’s not. The old god is this FUCKING SUN

It’s not the quantity, it’s the quality of the sacrifice. The Doctor can offer all the memories he wants to be rid of, but all of the hopes and dreams Clara’s mom had? That got passed on to her? There are so many. Too many

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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SAGE AND RIME???? 😭😭😭😭😭

>oh my God i am SO glad you asked get ready for my 10k essay (which isn’t what you asked for probably but hear me out. HEAR ME OUT!!) i have been waiting for a chance to do this i've been preaching about this to the server for AGES

>this is also for the anon who did ask JDJDJS maybe I'll answer your ask with Sage's pov 😳😳 when I get the motivation

rime mentions in sage's route that he's always hated him, even back in their starsworn days, but he never mentions why. so let's start with pre death rime: a child of nobility, captain of the starsworn, and role model to all. he's their leader and their healer, and he worked so hard to get here, to get his relic, and he will make sure you know that. he probably prided himself upon being the perfect golden child, but God do you think how stressful that must have been? ch12 rime says something along the lines of how only after death he could truly be himself. how sad is that? he feels that only after he lost everyone and everything that mattered to him, he can be the truest version of himself.

and quite frankly, i doubt that that is indeed who he truly is, but everyone used to look up to him and he probably felt pressured to quell every negative emotion or inappropriate desire. he never had a chance to acknowledge these emotions as something normal because he’s supposed to be a good person. isn’t that what we all desire? to be good people, or at least be seen as such? how ever could he let anyone see him as otherwise? he is Rime Varela Solano goddammit; he couldn’t afford to lose his image and everything he worked so hard for in the name of self-indulgence. if not for himself, then at least for the people who counted on him to be the best of the starsworn. (and it's all coming back to bite him in the ass now)

then comes sage; self-indulgence personified: messy, sloppy, loud, promiscuous, vulgar, with unclear loyalties. he doesn't belong to the starsworn; he didn't even work hard for it, not like rime did. and rime sees them, when gramme keeps pulling sage aside to talk about heavens know what. he could never find out what it was they talked about; sage's ears always perked up whenever rime got too close, and the pair would slip deeper into the shadows.

he wonders what this embarrassing excuse of a man did to deserve his place here, on gramme's side where rime should be; to deserve an ancient holy relic, of all things

he hates him for it; and he envies him too. how nice it must be, to be so unapologetically yourself without a worry what others think of you. he can't let sage know he feels that way, or anyone for that matter, but he can't help being more snappy with sage, more unforgiving in their spar sessions, and his magic burns hotter when healing sage than it does with anyone else.

you can’t keep bottling these feelings for so long, however, especially when you have to see this man on a daily basis. you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Porrima's Harlot and Repressed Choir Boy couldn't have gotten into a spar that lead to something that shouldn’t have happened on the training grounds. what started as a petty criticism of sage’s technique slowly evolved into a criticism of everything that is sage. and before he knew it, rime's heart was spilling all over the place with every jab of his spear: jealousy and bitterness and every emotion that made him feel filthy, all made bare for the man he hated the most to see. and then one of them is pinned to the ground, and one thing leads to another and well...

if rime taught felix everything that he knows, then sage was the one who taught rime.

(our current rime drips confidence and charisma that I find myself enjoying the idea of a once prudish, rather awkward rime who's very frustrated as he tries to find his footing when it comes to the Deed. doesn't help that he's learning from the biggest tease in porrima,, but also it makes so much sense)

and rime doesn't love sage, but he gets to be a version of himself that he doesn't get to be with anyone else: angry, bitter, aggressive, bratty, messy, rude, selfish. these adjectives are nowhere near the worst that sage has seen of the people of porrima—and he's well acquainted with its darkest alleys and the scum that lurk within—so he never judges rime for any of it. he'd tease rime for sure, but he knows when to keep his lips sealed around other people. that's one thing rime is grateful for.

in conclusion: they give me resentful fwb who understand each other on a level they never anticipated. one night they drunkenly signed a marriage certificate, divorced like maybe a year later (impressive). now they're exes who hate each other, which is what others would've believed too if the pair's arguments didn't constantly create uncomfortable sexual tension. it's 6am rn thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[enhypia]

JS ; exes

exes answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: angst, mild fluff

words: roughly 1.7k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jay speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jay speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing, neglect, breaking up

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hello, i'm (y/n)

and i'm jay

we're (awkward eye contact)

uhh we're exes

[you guys were invited here today as exes for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

yup

*interviewer shuffles awkwardly

sorry it's just, our friends were the ones who signed up for us

yeah, we just found out about it three days ago

[but are you guys still okay with doing this?]

we're okay

just give us a few minutes to get used to environment

*(y/n) chuckles

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. are you guys ready? should we start?]

*jay nods

ready as i'll ever be

[how long were you guys together?]

we were together for almost 3 years

[how long have you guys been broken up?]

about a year and a half now

[who broke up with who?]

i did they did

[why did you break up with him?]

so this was all a year and a half ago okay? no coming for jay, he's grown, we've grown

thanks?

you're welcome

*jay laughs

uhh.. it just really reached a point where i felt neglected in a way? and it was just tiring? i kept thinking 'do i deserve this treatment?' and i hated that i was doubting everything, including his feelings. so i just said let's talk about it and then yeah we split up

*jay drinks and (y/n) laughs

sorry sorry

nah i just needed that

[okay, how about we officially start the q&a portion between the of you now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jay wins

*he picks up a card and facepalms after seeing the question

goddamn

should i be scared?

not sure, but you might opt to drink though

[do you blame me for what happened to us?]

oh my god *(y/n) laughs

i know right

so we're unpacking emotions today? okay noted

you can just drink if you're not comfortable with it

i'll drink but i'll still answer, might ease your mind no?

*jay couldn't stop his head from nodding

*(y/n) drinks

i admit that i blamed you at first, but then i got to thinking that it wasn't just you, i was also at fault too since i never really vocalized what i felt? i just let it build up until it reached the point where you couldn't do anything about it anymore, and i couldn't too.

yeah but it's more of my fault since i felt something was wrong but i just brushed it off, i brushed you off.

....

shot?

*jay smiles slightly and both raised their glasses to cheers before drinking

we were both at fault and i don't blame you, jay. i hope you stop blaming yourself

*(y/n) smiles softly then picks up a card to stop any reply they might get from jay

god why are these questions so heavy? it wasn't like this from other episodes

*jay and crew laugh

okay, hit me

[what's your biggest regret about our relationship?]

what the fuck

SEE ?!

*both laugh and jay drinks

okay, next question

no, i'm answering

[we won't stop you but just reminding you both that it's okay not to answer if you drink]

the alcohol releases the unhinged-ness

in other words, this is really just us using the alcohol to actually say what we feel

i think you already the answer, and it's that i didn't do anything about us even if i felt something was wrong. i just kept on focusing on my career that i reached a point where i brushed everything off as nothing. and in the end, while i got the success i wanted, somehow i also feel like i'm on the losing end really.

*(y/n) drinks making jay laugh

what? it's my first time hearing all this !

it was a rough break so

omg is this our closure ???

*jay's eyes widened

and it's filmed ?!?!

*everyone laughs

couple goals *(y/n) does a hashtag

oh wait *(y/n) looks at jay

exes goals *both do a hashtag pose

*they laugh, ignoring the sting in their hearts

okay, okay moving on

*jay laughs again

is it a heavy one again?

nope

[do your friends hate me?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

please 😭

we have the same friends

we share a lot of mutual friends

that's why there was like tension for a month in the friend group because no one knew what to do

i'm sorry you had to endure all that friends

remember when they literally made an organized schedule to hang out where we wouldn't see each since the break up was still fresh?

yeah like i got heeseung on tuesdays

and i got him on thursdays

😭😭😭

we love them though, they did their best to console us both

thanks guys <33

*(y/n) picks up a card

goddammit

[do you think we could've actually worked out our problems?]

i think it's unfair that i get a lot of heavy questions

i have the power of god and anime on my side today

i think we could've, if i just had taken the actual time to reflect and sit down and talk, we could've worked it out.

*(y/n) slaps jay's arm

i told you, stop blaming yourself

k

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

*jay picks up a card and

oh

what?

*he is stuttering guys, he is fidgeting

[do you wish we were still together?]

oh

yeah

.....

*both drink

i mean-

*jay has been paralyzed, he did not expect (y/n) to answer

i'm happy where i am right now, maybe there are moments of weakness that the thought crosses my mind but i don't dwell on it too much. i think we're both still learning and growing.

*jay doesn't want to think about the fact that (y/n) never said a clear yes or no

*(y/n) picks up a card and groans

please just drink to this

why?

[what do you think of me now?]

....

drink.

no?

why?

because-

why?

i'm answering

why?

i want to?

no.

right now i'm just really proud of you.

*WORLD PAUSE, (y/n) is malfunctioning

it's a little sad that i didn't get to witness a lot of it but i promise i watched from afar and i'm so proud of you. like it makes me feel lighter in a way? knowing that you're still going and pursuing your dreams. it just made me at ease that -

*(y/n) drinks, looking very much like snow white's apples

are you blushing?

jay i will kick you

*he laughs and pinches (y/n) cheeks making them redder, (y/n) slaps his hands away

i won't hesitate bitch

how about you huh?

[what do you think of me now?]

*jay you should know not to tease too much or else it'll bite you back

i think you're absolutely amazing.

*jay could only blame himself

i am in constant awe and there's this pride that i have in me whenever i see you thriving. it's weird because i thought i'd be bitter about it, but since i knew of your goals and how passionate you were, all i felt was pride. it did hurt a little that i couldn't go "that's my baby!" anymore.

*alert! jay's ears are red and it's spreading to his cheeks and neck

okay next question!

*he quickly picks up a card making (y/n) burst out laughing

everything i said was true though.

hajima. stop. pause. i'm not listening

*(y/n) laughs at flustered jay

this is the last one.

[question for both: if you could tell me anything, what would you say?]

sheesh

same

rock paper scissors? loser goes first

*jay wins

*(y/n) drinks

can you turn around for this one, like don't look at me.

*jay followed

i want to say that,,,, that it's not your fault for putting your future first. it kind of stung since you made me feel like i wasn't a part of it but i know that wasn't your intention. i understand your actions and i don't blame you. if i was in your position i probably would've been the same. i'm sorry that i didn't try harder, like you said we could've made it work but i just got so tired, i hope you can forgive me for that as well.

okay i'm turning around as well, your turn

*(y/n)'s eyes are glassy, but jay doesn't need to see that

i want to say that i'm sorry for neglecting you. i feel like you're tired of me saying sorry but that's really all i could do. i forgive you by the way even if i don't get why you're apologizing to me. i also want to say that, it wasn't you. it sounds cliche but you weren't the reason i became like that, it was me. it was never you. so please don't blame yourself for anything. please don't question your worth because you were more than enough.

yah i didn't want to unpack that

well i still know you and i was given the chance to say it now so

*(y/n) turns around wiping tears, jay is sniffling

i need a drink damn

*(y/n) pours a shot and jay as well, both drink after clinking their glasses

[you guys good?]

*both looks at each other and chuckles

we're good

i can't believe we have to thank our friends for setting this up

*jay groans

[care to answer one last question that is in everyone's minds' right now?]

oh god

is it what i think it is

[will we see you guys be featured again? maybe exes to couples again?]

let's drink!

*both take one last shot and waves to the camera

*(y/n) shrugs and jay winks

bye~

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a/n: i was planning to post this sooner but my pharma prof suddenly dropped a 6-page activity lmao rip, im scheduling the timestamps i forgot to post last update sorry sorry. my angst skills are subpar forgive me but i tried my best. i hope you like this one too !! jake's will be uploaded next ! please look forward to it <33

[ober-affen-geil]

Apparently Legends of Tomorrow is destined to Rise Up and Eat My Brain every once in a while so y’all are gonna suffer because of it. Who me becoming randomly Obsessed with cheesy CW shows what no never happened before.

Anyway I’m just like everyone else who watched season 7 and as SOON as I saw Dr. Gwyn Davies on my screen I adopted him because I am a HUGE sucker for 20th century repressed gays (no this is NOT the meta where we talk about how he immediately knew Alun wasn’t real because he got what he wanted and it was easy for once in his life but also HNGGGG) and Dr. Gwyn Davies is nothing if not a 20th century repressed gay so we’re gonna talk about that.

Specifically we’re gonna talk about the scene in 7x06 when he actually confirms to Zari that he loved his childhood best friend *in a gay way* and why it was perfectly written (and perfectly acted).

Gwyn is a man who is, without question, odd. In a lot of ways and in every sense of the word, but that will not stop him because he is on a Divine Mission goddammit. So honestly…meeting Sara Lance is a shock, but not for the “normal” reasons it would be?

It is not necessarily surprising to him that she professes to be a time traveler, that is after all his goal. Her strength of personality, physicality, and actions do not shock him (other than the quite understandable surprise of her pulling a knife on him) because frankly, he’s Welsh and he lived through WWI. He has unquestionably seen women of equal strength and desperation in his lifetime.

No, what’s shocking about Sara Lance to him is two things: 1) she did not view him as weak or insane for having a panic attack, and in fact helped calm him down and apologized for causing it. I seriously doubt that anyone in this man’s life had ever done that for him before. And 2) she candidly confesses to being married to a woman when she barely knows him. Shocking to him both in how easily she comes out to him, and the fact that “wife” implies a legal “marriage” recognized in a court of law.

This is. Something he needs to process. So while we do get the hint at that moment that Gwyn has Someone he loved that he is inventing time travel to save, he doesn’t actually say anything to Sara about who it was.

The thing is. The thing is, see, Gwyn lives with, and deals with, a lot. Has for most of if not all his life. He lived with quietly loving a friend that he never, NEVER expected to love him back the same way, he lives with his queerness, he lives with the fact that his own faith condemns him for it, he lives with his trauma of losing both his unit and the man he loved in the same battle, and he lives with his PTSD symptoms. And he lives with all of that alone. This man is just not able to compute having ANYONE who might understand or sympathize with any of the things he’s been living with, alone, for about a decade.

(Side note, yes, A Decade as in 10 years because we meet him in 1925 and the battle that killed Alun was in 1916 so my man got a doctorate and invented time travel and built a working machine in 10 years. Helluva Divine Mission imo.)

Ok so. He needs to process all this for a minute. Where I’m going with this is, the conversation with Zari, where he effectively comes out, is AFTER he’s absorbed this information from Sara. After he’s seen her and Ava together, expressing open romantic and physical affection without any shame. After he’s seen the team “react” as if it were a non-issue. And most importantly, after Zari has shown the same kindness and understanding to him about his PTSD that Sara did.

This was not a random one-off occasion of Sara putting up with him because she needed something from him; these people actually seem to MEAN it. By the time Zari asks him “you loved him, didn’t you”, he has had time to process and accept that by god these people really care and he might actually really be safe with them.

So that’s the perfection of the timing. The perfection of the acting in the moment is just as *chef’s kiss*. (Here is a link to a gifset of the part I’m talking about if you want a visual reference.)

Zari asks him directly and he KNOWS, he KNOWS what she’s asking. He knows the meaning of what she’s questioning him about and even though he’s seen these people with Sara and Ava by god he has been hiding this all his life. This is not easy for him. It’s not until she says “hey, it’s ok” with a gentle hand on his shoulder and a sincere look of understanding written all over her face that he can let go.

And not to go all “Love, Simon” over here but he LITERALLY exhales his answer. The first “yeah” is more breath than word, and his shoulders drop minutely as he just. Physically lets go of this weight that he’s been carrying all his life and lets someone share it with him. And he’s still tense, he’s recovering from a panic attack of course he’s tense, and he has to kind of work his jaw around the words he’s saying because I seriously doubt he’s ever said them out loud before, ever.

But they come easier the more he talks, and he calms the more he talks, and the tragedy here is that he settles from the anxiety of a panic attack and coming out into the well-worn grief of knowing Alun is dead and even if he wasn’t he was never something that Gwyn would get to HAVE.

I just. This is such a gorgeous moment of Antique Repressed Gay and it frankly makes me want to fling myself into the sun I love it *so much*.

[rebeccccccaaa]

IᑎᖴᗩTᑌᗩTIOᑎ

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv

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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.

“Who!” Steve said angrily. 

“Buck!” Sam growled. 

“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.

“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed. 

Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.

Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning. 

Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on. 

He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.

“Buck,” you breathed out. 

Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…

“Holy shit.”

ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ

“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.

“So worth it,” he smirked. 

“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.

“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him. 

“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy. 

Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.

“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”

“Will do.” 

You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.

Goddammit, Bucky. 

Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!

Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined. 

The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed. 

“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt. 

“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle. 

“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt. 

Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile. 

Speaking of ruined panties.

You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash. 

You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear. 

Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building. 

You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was. 

You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him. 

“Buck,” you finally moaned out. 

“Y/n?”

“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.

“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes. 

“Why are you in here?” you asked him.

“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.

“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled. 

Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze. 

“Don’t be, we all do it.”

“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.

“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down. 

“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.

“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs. 

“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”

Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again. 

“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”

“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.

“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained. 

Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub. 

Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died. 

He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”

“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.

“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to. 

“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh. 

“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.

“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish. 

“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.

“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.

“Please,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper. 

His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy. 

He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss. 

“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined. 

“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin. 

Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy. 

“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair. 

“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air. 

“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed. 

“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.

“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily. 

He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.

“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face. 

“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear. 

He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.

“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck. 

“Bucky,” you breathed out.

“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.

You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised. 

You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.

“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered. 

“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic. 

“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin. 

He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up. 

“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.

“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.

“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock. 

“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.

“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.

“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.

“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”

You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”

“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.

“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand. 

“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him. 

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.

“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused. 

“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.

“You don’t want to suck my dick?”

“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.

“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.

“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.

“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”

---

“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.

“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back. 

“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.

“Call her,” Tony said.

Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.

“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.

“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly. 

“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.

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@mathletemadison​

@buckybarnes101​

@l-sofiamia-l

[draco-and-tom]

Whose name?- George Weasley

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, Dom!George, slight dry humping, Public sex, Unprotected sex, teasing, jealousy, slight hickey kink, possessive kink

A/N: barely edited on 3/29/21 for accuracy.

You were so excited for the summer this year. Normally you hate going home, but this year you get to spend it with your boyfriend. Your parents aren't normally nice to you, so when George told you that you could stay all summer you were ecstatic. All five of you walked inside the cozy home and set your trunks down. “I know it’s not much and you're going to have to sleep with me an-” you walk over to George quickly and hug him tightly “thank you,” you say into his chest. When you pull away you see a big smile on his face and can't help but smile back. He was the sweetest person you’ve ever known. “Come on then,” he said, grabbing your hand to hold in one of his, the other holding both of you’s trunks. You wave to the rest of the group as you walk up the stairs to Fred and George’s room. As room as the door opens you look at him, not able to help the huge smile that comes across your face. “I love it here,” you say “which bed is yours?”. George points to a bed and smiles. You walk over to your boyfriend’s bed and lay down, “Everything is so cozy”. George chuckled “glad you like it, love,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I don't know why you thought I wouldn't like sleeping with yall. I mean come on….. I get to snuggle with George Weasley” you laugh and he lays down with you. “You would like that huh?” he asked, wrapping you in his arms, you humming in response. “Love you” you mumbled, “love you too darling”.

You wake up to an owl squawking at your window. George could sleep through almost anything, not that he had a choice with how many siblings he has.  You get up and walk over to the window opening it for the bird. You recognized the owl, it was Oliver's. You take the letter from the bird’s beak and read who it’s for.                                 To: Fred & George. From: Oliver Wood You walk over to where your boyfriend is sleeping and smile at how peaceful he looked. You pepper George’s face with kisses, not being able to help yourself. George starts to wiggle in his sleep before he smirks with his eyes closed. You noticed, but keep on kissing him. “Nice way to wake up might I say” George opens his eyes to look at you when you stop kissing him. You rolled your eyes “Sorry” you said, trying not to blush, but feeling your cheeks burn. He chuckled “no please don't be sorry. It’s adorable honestly.” He leaned in and gave you a soft meaning full kiss before pulling away. “What’s that?” he said pointing to the letter. “Oliver wrote to you and Fred” George closed his eyes and put his hands over his face mumbling something like “goddammit Fred, fucking ass-” you pulled his hands away and could tell he was frustrated “What’s wrong?”. George looked up at you and rolled his eyes “Fred invited Oliver to play quidditch. I told him not to invite him” he groaned “It’s hard not to punch him in the face when he’s looking at you like he would take you up against the wall”. You blushed “George...he doesn’t like me like that. And even if he did I love you and only you. I'm all yours.” George nods. “Promise?” he asked “I promise”. George leaned up and kissed you softly and kissed you passionately. You kissed back, loving the feeling of his lips touching yours. You could always tell how much he cared when he kissed you. George flipped you over to where he was on top and started to kiss down your neck. You began to whimper as he sucked a mark on your skin until his hands started to tickle your sides. “AH GEORGE STOP THAT YOU T-TWAT” you screamed through your laughter. George stopped and you both laughed. “Thanks, George I was kinda getting into that before you ruined it!” he smiled “I know. I mean you should’ve seen it. You were whimpering and I could see your lip quivering, I even heard my name a couple of times,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and you. You blushed and rolled your eyes. You look over to see Fred in the doorway with an almost scared look on his face. “Bloody hell you two, get a room”

When Oliver arrives

You and George are cuddling on the couch and watching some muggle movie when Oliver opens the door he walks in and looks you up and down. “Hello there Y/N,” he said “Hey” you responded before looking at your boyfriend to find he was already looking at you and tightening his grip on your body. “Hey y/n” Oliver tried to get your attention. You gave George a reassuring peck on the lips before looking at Oliver “Yeah?” you asked. “What's that bruise on your neck?” he asked, leaning closer to get a better look at it. “Well if you must know wood, it’s a hickey” Oliver backed up to his original spot and made a surprised face “hmm… kinda weird looking don't you think. It’s got a weird blob shape to it eh’? “. You rolled your eyes, starting to see what your boyfriend was talking about. You could feel George stiffen at his words. He tended to be confident in the moment, but self-conscious afterward. “Actually I  like them,” you say looking at Oliver “you know sometimes I wish he would do it more often to be honest with you”. Oliver looked at you like he didn’t know what to say, so you turned your attention to someone more important, your boyfriend. George leaned over to whisper in your ear “Is that true love? Cause if so… I'm sure I can make some arrangements”. George pulled back to watch your reaction. You felt your cheeks get hot and look at your hands in your lap, biting your lip “Mhm” you mumble.  George chuckles and kisses your cheek and you hear Oliver walk out of the room. “You know…” he whispered “I can't tell if seeing you flustered makes me want to fuck you into my mattress or cuddle with you, but I'm debating doing both,” he said, causing you to whimper. George kissed you on the cheeks and got up from his spot on the couch. “Well, I should go get the others so that we can plan out the whole quidditch thing,” he said. Once everyone was in the living room George and Fred spoke up “what are the teams?”. Ginny smiled “Well, I was thinking we could change our plans” she smirked. “Mom and Dad left a little while ago, so I thought we should play truth or dare”. Ron rolled his eyes “Really ginny, we aren't little kids anymore”. Ginny scoffed “Actually Ronald, you didn’t let me finish” you fought to keep in your laugh. Ron really does have a problem with cutting people off. “I was going to tell you that I have some  veritaserum,” she said grabbing a glass bottle out of her pocket, “thought we’d make the steaks higher. If you refuse a dare, or pick truth, then you have to take some” she smirked. “Oh, I'm so in,” you and George said at the same time.  George and you looked at each other and started laughing, making Oliver roll his eyes. The six of you all began to walk outside to the fire that Fred made for the game, before sitting in a circle beside it, Ginny set the bottle in the middle. “y/n” she asked “truth or dare”. You rolled your eyes and chuckled “truth”. She nodded her head and people around the circle laughed “okay. Take a drop” she gestured to the potion. You reach for the veritaserum and put a drop on your tongue. “Okay y/n” she giggles “Have you and George had sex, and if you have how good was he”. You can't stop the words from coming out of your mouth and immediately respond. “Oh yeah, a few times actually.” people around the circle laughed. “And for the second question… god yes. Don't even get me started on how good he feels,” you said “okay y/n that’s enough” but you continued “I mean god, I would be down to let him fuck me right now if you all weren't here.” Everyone in the circle starts to laugh except for Oliver and George. Oliver looked pissed and George was well smirking proudly.  “I mean he knows a lot more than he’ll tell you I ca-” Ginny cuts you off, giggling “Okay y/n, we get it,” she said, trying to catch her breath “it’s another turn,” she said and turned to George. “Truth or dare?” she asked. “Do you even know me?!” he asked, pretending to be offended. Ginny rolled her eyes “I dare you to go have 40 minutes in heaven with y/n”. George smirked and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him back into the burrow. Once you were inside George kissed you “Did the potion wear off yet?”. You nodded your head, “I think so.”. He hums “Do you touch yourself thinking about me?” he asked. You looked down at the ground and blushed. “Yep. It’s worn off,” he said and pulled you over to the couch. He lightly pushed you onto the couch and climbed on top of you. George kissed you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how hard he was. He took his lips off of yours and started trailing them down your neck, leaving marks along the way. “You’re already s-so hard” you whimpered “How could I not be? A few minutes ago you were bragging about how good I make you feel. As soon as you started talking I knew that I was going to have to take care of you later. Ginny’s a good wingman” he said, moving back up to your jawline. You whimpered at his words and the feel of his lips on your skin. “George I want you so bad. Please make me feel good” you said through your whimpers, causing his hips to buck against yours on accident. You moaned loud at the friction you’ve been needing. George smirks at your reaction, this time rolling his hips against yours on purpose. You moan louder “George! Please”. George moves his mouth up to your ear “Did you want something darling?” he asked. “Please fuck me George. I need you, all yours” you whine out. George groans “Damn right you are”. He gets off of you and starts to take off his clothes as quickly as possible, you soon follow his reactions. George moves over to the couch “come here beautiful” he said and you oblige. You get on top of him, unable to hold in your whines. You knew what was about to happen, George has fucked you like this before, It’s probably your favorite position.  Your boyfriend helped you lift your hips and aligned himself with your throbbing pussy before slowly pushing your hips down. “Fuck you’ve got such a tight little hole” he grunts. George’s grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you off of his cock and slid you back down. George got faster with every thrust. He was fucking up into you and you lived for it. “George” you moaned loudly, making the boy fuck harder and deeper into you. You writhed above him, taking everything he gave you. You started feeling yourself clench around George’s cock. “I'm so close George'' you whined “Me too,” he said between uneven breaths. George’s movements stop for a moment, hearing the front door squeak. George looked to the door frame and saw Oliver looking at them, deciding to let him hear you. He was going to make it clear that when you moan, you moan for him and him only. You didn’t know that Oliver was there, you were feeling too good to pay attention to your surroundings. George pounded roughly into you. You cried out broken moans of his name with every thrust. George kept eye contact with Oliver. George could tell that Oliver was pissed and didn’t give a fuck, he wanted George's girl. “Who do you belong to again?” he growled “You!” you moaned out and tucked your head to suck marks on his skin. “I'm sorry darling. I didn’t catch their name” he groaned “who makes you feel this good?” you moaned louder for him “George Weasley!”. George smirked at Oliver and knew how close you were, you get louder and -if possible- tighter. You cum hard, tightening around George’s cock and whimpering his name. George couldn't handle going much longer after hearing your pretty little whimpers and came inside of you. You lift your head and look to see what George was staring at “oh, hey Oliver”

TAGLIST: @georgeswh0re

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

10x14 of chicago pd

TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABUSE IS A THEME THROUGHOUT THIS EPISODE BUT IT IS NOT MENTIONED THROUGHOUT THIS CRACK REVIEW. ALSO MENTIONS OF PTSD AND PANICK ATTACKS. READ ONLY IF COMFORTABLE.

aww domestic burzek

makayla!!!

aw shes so cute

FUCK NO

COME ON

im not even kidding

it hasn't even been a full minute since the episode started

and its already pain

poor kim

my poor girl

aw adam taking charge

nO STOP

IM CRYING

stop it

please

god

this is too much

oh mY GOD SHES IN THERAPY

YES

THANK YOU LORD

THANK YOU

THANK YOU

god no these flashbacks

‘ive dealt with it. ive been fine.’

that's a fuckin lie

such a fuckin lie

dont lie kim

god this is so much pain

awww

kim referring to makayla as her daughter is just amazing

i love to hear it

god this therapist is just BRICKING all of the symptoms

wow

so nice to hear

kim be honest

please

this will help you

adammmm

please i want them back together

OH GOD GUNSHOT

god my heart is racing

somethings gonna go wrong

something is so gonna go wrong

oh no

he gon die

he so gon die

lady

try to help

i fuckin knew something would happen

we can't have ONE episode

not one

OH KIM

NO

nope

he dead

great

lights out

lovely

just great

oh this lovely man.

hes great

I barely even know him

but hes great

adam

dont do something stupid

dont get hurt

please

i can't handle it

god

this guy is gonna die

before kim gets any info

and shes gonna feel guilty

he gon die

ik it

GOD NO

HER SHAKING HAND

COVERED IN BLOOD

GODDAMMIT

NO

THE GUNSHOTS

KIM

PLEASE

MY POOR GIRL

LEAVE HER ALONE DAMMIT

AND KEEP ADAM SAFE

god im too weak for this

i can't handle it

KIM

PLEASE

MY BABY

PLEASE

STOP IT

STOP

STOP

STOP

god

im dying

adammmmmmmm

save your girl

KIM

PLEASE

nooooooo

STOP

kim and adam

my babies

my loves

my BABIES

STOP IT

GOD FUCKIN DAMMIT

STOP

STOP THIS HURT

oh poor girl

my poor baby

god shes COVERED in blood

kim

please

just fuckin take care of yourself

please

dont do something stupid

TRUDYYYY

also

nobody believes you kim

nobody believes that youre okay

cuz youre not

no torres?

aw

dammit

kim why would you do this

why must you hurt yourself like this

HOW CAN YOU KEEP HURTING ME DAMMIT

chicago pd writers pay for my therapy challenge

please

yay dead body

im feeling sorry for the dead guy

oh joy

bloody clothes and the look on kim’s face

honey

why do you do this to yourself??

why

oop she found something

what is it??

ayyy the team’s here

jamie’s uncle???

bruh what???

where's the explanation

im scared

please let them be okay

‘chicago pd. get up.’

so nice of him

if someone were to wake me up in the middle of the night like that

id either slap them

or scream

lady

cmon

dont lie

kim looks close to crying

and im right along with her

ayyy minnesota

kim what did you find

oop

ineteresting

oh my god

this is so interesting

im very invested

something about the way kev says ‘no ma’am’ does something to me

THEY BOTH LOOK SO GOOD IN THEIR BLACKOUT GEAR

ayyy its the patrol buddies

kev and cruz just looking at Kim while shes moving the thing

peak comedy honestly

damn

kim’s just connecting all of the dots today

WHAT THE FUCK

oh lovely

this is fucking great

yknow what's funny to me?

in like, the first three seasons

voight didn't give a damn about whether someone asked for their lawyers or not

but season 10 voight

suddenly has a goddamn moral compass

and while its great character development

i also find it funny when he deems someone ‘immoral’

when he used to be

the fucking DEFINITION 

of immoral

moving on

hailey looks so good oh my god

oh poor jamie

burzek my loves

do they ever get their happy ending??

scary woods yay

they can't ever go investigating in a park??

or at like disneyland??

no

it has to be scary woords

but that view is actually really nice

so pretty

with the waterfalls and everything

i like it

kiM DONT DO SOMEThiNG STuPID??

DONT

I HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS

GODDAMMIT KIM

DONT

DONT INVESTIGATE BY YOURSELF

FUCKIN

KIM COME ON

NO

DONT

god this scene is causing me so much anxiety

thiS IS SUCH A BAD IDEA

SHUT UP

CMON

NO

WHAT WAS THAT SCREAM

NO

HOLY SHIT NO

STOP WAIT

NO

THiS POOR CHILD

WAIT KIM NO

BAD MEMORIES

PLEASE DONT

DONT

DONT

NOPE

CMON

this poor kid

this poor poor kid

goD SOMEONE IS GOING TO CLOSE IT

SHIT NOOO

NO

OH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

THAT WAS FUCKING TERRIFYING ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I FUCKING KNEW IT

HE CLOSED IT

GODDAMMIT

THIS POOR KID

COME ON

WHY DO YOU SCARE ME LIKE THIS

KIM

PLEASE

PLEASE

STOP HURTING ME

officer kim burgess telling the kid to breathe when she can't even breathe

stop hurting me dammit

coME ON

COME ON

PLEASE

IM IN SO MUCH PAIN

PLEASE

SOMEONE HELP HER

FUCKIN HELL

HOW CAN SHE TELL THE KID TO BREATHE

WHEN SHES NOT EVEN BREATHING PROPERLY

KIM

K I M

GOD

STOP IT

YOURE FUCKIN SCARING ME

K I M

WHY WOULD YOU CRAWL INTO THE WELL

WITHOUT BACK UP

ADAM

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

COME AND GET YOUR WIFE

CO M E O N

PLEASE

SOMEONE

HELP THEM

kinda irrelevant

but

kim is great with kids

WHAT

IS

HAPPENING

ADAM

WHERE ARE YOU

WHAT THE FUCK IS THiS

COMEON 

KIM

PleASE

PLEASE BE OKAY

ADAM

BRO

WHAT THE FUCK

AYY

THERES TWO ROCKS GONE

COME ON

COME ON

YES

THANK FUCKIN CHRIST

THAN K YOU JESUS

OH THANK FUCKING LORD

OH NOW

NOW HE SHOWS UP

LOVELY

ADAM

WHERE THE FUCKING HELL WERE YOU MAN

KIM

MY LOVE

BREATHE

PLEASE

STOP

IM CRYING

IM NOT OKAY

oh joy

therapy??

no wait

is it?

yes

its therapy

my poor girl

please

be patient

‘not for my daughter... not for adam’

chicago pd writers

wrITE A GODDAMN HAPPY ENDING FOR THEM ALREADY

oh my god wait

pls tell me she isn't leaving the show

marina

please

i love you so much

dont leave

i really hope youre not leaving

*screams*

KIM

marina is such a good fucking actress

shes amazing

y’know, i can't actually believe that chicago pd writers are actually ACKNOWLEDGING the trauma that kim went through

i dont believe that they are actually showing the consequences of what happened to kim

why do i feel like it won't last tho?

like for a few episodes

and then

*poof*

gone

[todomochi-uwu]

Of Unspoken Troubles & Sudden Worries (2/3)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Notes: Finally! The amount of time this took is stupid, but I hope you enjoy it :) Also I´m trying to cope with Jongdae leaving, so please stream “Hello” to understand my pain. 

“Hey Crybaby.”

Previous Part: First Next: Second&Half Third

The same eyes who found were now expecting an answer out of you, they were comforting, soothing but also serious and demanding; words simply didn´t come out of your mouth and you avoided looking at him, choosing to focus on the scratches on your hands and knees.

“Know I won’t tell anyone what just happened, I just want to be able to help you.” He said.

Your voice was trapped in your throat; how ridiculous would you sound if you told him your boyfriend was a piece of shit?

“Did anyone hurt? Is someone harassing you?” He tried again.

This time you shook your head.

“Okay, then did you fight with your team?” You stayed silent this team. “I see, maybe we could try talking to your captain? You are from Shiratorizawa, so your captain is Ushijima, right? Let me just…” When he turned around in an attempt to grab his phone you quickly held onto his jacket sleeve, preventing him from going any further.

To this, he gave you a confused look, “Okay now you need to tell me what´s going on.” He was firm, his tone had changed drastically and his tone was lower. 

Sigh, “I made something stupid, and now I can’t face them.”

“And what exactly is something “stupid”?” He air-quoted.

You knew you just had to tell him at this point.

…

Kuroo had his head in between his hands, trying to understand what you were trying to say. “Manager not girlfriend, what the fuck does that even mean?” He mumbled. 

“So you managed to catch Ushiwaka’s attention, and even though HE was the one to ask you out, he’s being a fucking asshole.” You simply nodded, “Okay, it’s good to know he’s bad at something, to be honest.”

“Wakatoshi is not the monster everyone makes him look, he’s just weird.” 

Kuroo giggled, “Well let me tell you he does have the kind of face that says ‘I’m going to punch if you so much look my way’ You know?” To this you giggled, “Would you like at that? Crybaby can actually smile.”

“Stop it, I’m not in the mood.”

“I know, just trying to cheer you up.” He sighed, before looking at you straight in the eyes, “Do you want my advice or were you just looking for someone to bent?”

“Apparently my rational thinking is not good, because I just keep going to back to him.”

“Because you are not being rational, you are just thinking about how much you love him and how much you wish for him to change, even though he´s not going to.” He was direct, no tenderness, making you flinch “Thinking rational would be to tell you to dump him, he’s not worth it. You are here trying to make it work while he´s just establishing rules as if it was a business contract.” Small tears threaten to come out of your eyes, another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach, “But… I completely understand what you are going through, so you are not letting him go that easily. So I’m going to do something that worked for me in the past, okay?”

You nodded.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Yes. “Did things change in some way?” No. “Okay. Has it been getting worse?” Yes. “Do you sometimes question his love?” Yes. “Are you genuinely happy?” No. “Is this what you thought it would be?” No. 

Kuroo sighed, before taking your face in between his hands “Is he’s not loving you the way he should; if he’s not cherishing you; if he’s not trying his best for you; if he´s not fulfilling the compromise he made to you. Then it’s not there. There´s no other way to put it.”

A loud sob escaped your lips, things you already knew were now coming out of someone else’s mouth, making it seem real, making it hurt even worse. 

“However, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say his intention is not that, he’s not trying to hurt you, he’s just… an idiot.” He looked away, “But everything and everyone has their limit, including you, no matter how much you love him.”

There was nothing much you could say, he was right, you love Ushijima, but it was becoming too much. 

“So tonight we are going to go sleep because my god am I tired from trying to block his fucking spikes, I know you say he´s not a monster, but he sure does spike-like one.” You giggled, “Tomorrow you will fulfil your duties as a manager, but nothing else. You will take notes, refill water bottles and give out towels, what you normally do as a manager. No cheering him, no lovey-dovey looks, no midnight escapades, no girlfriend stuff. If he wants you to act like a manager you will, but he will also experiment what losing someone who loves you feels like.”

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, you knew he didn´t have any malice intentions, but still, you were the crazy person who appeared crying in front of the gym at one a.m. 

“Because I know exactly what it feels like to give out love and receive absolutely nothing, and I’m not letting you continue this destructive cycle; it’s what I wish someone had done for me.”

You didn´t ask any further questions, believing every word he said. You turned around to leave, needing to catch some sleep.

“Hey, Crybaby. You forgot something.”

…

It was now morning, your eyes felt heavy and were swollen, fingers bleeding from all the biting and your body kept trembling from the anxiety, but you had to reaffirm yourself, put yourself first.

And so, you made your way into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare breakfast along with the others managers, who could only give you a sympathy smile and a pat in the back, clearly having heard you cry.

Before you even noticed, the teams were already making their way into the cafeteria, the noise filling the entire building. You started serving plates, placing them in the table for the boys to come and collect them.

“Hey, manager-chan.” A familiar voice said. Tendou. 

“Hey, Sato. Did you get a good sleep? You need to be prepared to be able to block some of those quick attacks from Karasuno” You smiled, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah… Um, I didn´t know you got along with Nekoma?” His eyes were looking straight into the piece of clothing in which you were currently drowning in. 

“Oh yeah, their captain was nice and gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” Shit, you completely forgot about that. Well, fake it ‘till you make it.

“Okay…” He said while returning to his table, Ushijima was already sitting there looking over the notes from yesterday’s practice. “Hey, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Yes, Tendou?”

“Have we ever had any other training camp with Nekoma?”

“Not that I remember.”

“Huh.” Tendou was confused but decided to keep his thoughts to himself. There was no need to worry just for a silly thing, right?

It wasn´t until he turned around to have another look at you did he notice your eyes were positioned on another table, another team, Nekoma. Then Tendou noticed their captain looking directly at you, intensely and without even blinking, before he gave you his signature smirk and a quick wink, then sitting down next to his libero. 

Tendou´s eyes once again returned to you, and this time it shook him, the peachy pink in your cheeks and the shy look in your eyes incriminating you. 

…

Tendou didn´t like it one bit, not when you and Ushijima had something, but after last night´s events, he didn’t know what to think, were you two still together, or was that the final straw?

He saw it during breakfast, he saw during their practice match, he saw it during breaks, Kuroo and you, looking at each other, laughing, talking, a relationship he had never seen before. 

When in the fuck had you met Kuroo Tetsurou? And what in the fuck had happened for you to look at him that way?

…

“Wakatoshi-kun” He whispered, careful of not raising anyone´s attention. 

He hummed in response.

“Are you and Y/N still together?”

“Tendou, I already told you…”

“No, Ushijima. This time I´m serious, are you and her still together?

Ushijima´s eyebrows were furrowed, there was no point in denying it any more, he guessed. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because for one, she´s wearing Nekoma’s jacket, two she hasn´t even bother looking your way, which I don´t blame her after what you did last night, and third the looks Kuroo has been giving her aren´t exactly friendly.”

“What do you mean?”

Goddammit are you fucking blunt, Ushijima, “I mean, she disappears for the entire night, no one in the team knows where she is, and all of a sudden she is friends with Kuroo?”

“I don´t get your point.”

  “What I mean…” He raised his voice, clearly exasperated, he tries again calming himself. “What I mean is, this morning she was wearing his jacket, she has spent all of her breaks with him and she hasn´t even come to greet you.” He hoped this would wake up something in Ushijima, but he simply stared at him, clearly not connecting the dots.

Well, fuck.

This time, Tendou pointed your way, Ushijima was confused, what was so bad? And then, everything made sense. 

Kuroo had taken your phone away, keeping it at a height impossible for you to reach, you were jumping trying to get it back, it wasn´t long before his arm was around your waist hugging you while laughing, you pouting. 

And to this Ushijima couldn´t help but wonder.

What was this strange feeling? And why did he all of a sudden had the urge to punch Kuroo Tetsurou?

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[pinkja]

Found (Abby Anderson x Reader)

Chapter 2

In which you and Abby talk about Nora

—

Nora’s laugh has to be one of Abby’s favorite sounds. The realization startles Abby, because when exactly did she think of this? All of the years of friendship and now she starts thinking stupid shit like that? How fucking embarrassing, and stupid, and totally not true because of course Abby has other favorite sounds, and Nora’s laugh is not one of them. Come on, she snorts when she laughs, and her nose and mouth crinkles up at the same time, exposing the small gap in her teeth that she tries so hard to hide. And her shoulders hunch up near her ears when she laughs super hard, like now, and why was Nora laughing again?

Ah, they were watching a movie together, Abby remembers. An old black and white one from the 1930s, and Abby really didn’t know where she even got it. She didn’t even find it that funny, but Nora did, and if Nora was laughing then she’d keep watching it because Nora’s laugh was one of her favorite sounds, and there goes her subconscious, admitting things that she couldn’t and… speaking in the past tense, why… why exactly was she speaking in the past tense?

And why was she thinking of Nora’s laugh?

Because… because Nora is dead.

No, no, no, that’s wrong. Her subconscious is wrong because Nora was just here, Nora’s here she was just laughing, she was just wishing her good luck at Ground Zero she was just… she was just here, she was just alive so why is she crying?

The tears drop onto Abby’s hand, cold against her unusually hot skin.

“I thought,” oh, you’re here, and you spoke to her, you told her that Nora was dead. You knew before she did and that, that wasn’t right, cause Nora’s here and you must’ve been wrong, you’re lying to her, and Abby would never hear Nora’s laugh again, and goddammit she hates her subconscious. “I thought you knew. I was hoping that you could…” you’re crying too, tears steady rolling down your cheeks as you shook in place. “I was hoping that you could tell me what happened to her.” You didn’t know? You don’t know? You knew Nora was dead before her so why wouldn’t you know?

Because Nora wasn’t dead she was fine she’s fine she’s never going to laugh again and–

A baby’s cries interrupt her subconscious, bringing her back to reality.

You look startled now, blinking rapidly, and Abby thinks the baby’s cries brought you back to reality as well. Abby wonders what memory you were remembering.

But why is a baby crying? She doesn’t, she doesn’t understand. Why…

Your gaze switches from Abby to the stairs; trying to decide what to address first, she guesses. You finally stop your fidgeting, putting your hands into fist and placing your arms flat on the table. Your mouth forms a tight line, or tries to in spite of all your trembling.

“I,” you finally start again, and the baby’s cries grow louder, so much louder than the ringing still in Abby’s ears and you’re speaking again. “I-I’m sorry. We can… I’ll ask later.” The chair scrapes on the floor as you shoot up, leaving Abby alone once again, just like she left Nora alone and the feeling of utter dread and shame that fills Abby’s chests is enough to last a fucking lifetime because she left Nora to die.

Nora’s dead and it’s all her fault.

Abby never should’ve left she should’ve stayed she should’ve took Nora with her Nora should’ve lived and–

The sound that leaves Abby’s throat scares her; a choked, agitated sob that shakes her to the core because she failed. She failed at the one thing she had sworn she’d do, and that was to protect everyone she loved, but almost everyone she knew was dead and she was so shitty at this.

And now, with no one there to judge or pity her, Abby is full-on crying.

She had thought she ran out of tears a long time ago, thought that after the Rattlers and Isaac and Yara and Owen and Mel and Manny and her father, (god, how many loved ones did she lose? How many people did she fail?) she was dried up inside. She thought there was nothing left to let out because she had lost almost everything to cry over. But now Abby is crying again because she failed again. She failed her best friend and now Nora could never…

Another sob racks her body, shaking her cold and Abby wants to give up. She wants to let everything go and just stop. Stop thinking, stop breathing, stop living, stop crying, stop failing. She’s such a failure and she wants Nora! She wants her Nora back!

So Abby cries for her. Cries until she feels empty and cries until she gets a fucking dehydration headache.

It’s not fair, Abby tells herself. It’s not fair that Nora’s not here, not when you need her, not when Abby needs her. It’s not fair, it’s just not.

It’s only when Abby’s tears dry up that you appear again, bags under your red eyes and a deep frown on your face. Abby only now realizes the absence of a baby’s cries, and only now comes to the full realization that there’s a baby in the house.

You look down at your feet, shuffling in place for a second.

When you speak, it’s with a slight stammer, “I-I’m sorry, Abby. I shouldn’t have… I really shouldn’t have asked. Not when you just woke up, I’m sorry,” your voice cracks as you wrap your arms around yourself, hands squeezing your forearms. “We can talk about it when you’re feeling better–”

“No!” Abby surprises herself at the response, word leaving her mouth before she even had a chance to think about it. You flinch, blinking twice before nodding and sitting down in your previous position. Neither of you speak for up to one, maybe two minutes. Abby breaks the silence first. “Sorry,” the apology was too abrupt, not good enough for you, “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have shouted like that. ‘M sorry…”

“No, no, it’s ok, I…” you stop speaking, not looking Abby in the eyes. “I owe you some sort of explanation. You don’t deserve–” you wipe your eyes, “you don’t deserve to be left out in the dark like this, um…” you start to pick at the sleeves of your knitted sweater, a light blue one that you weren’t wearing before you went upstairs. It’s old and dingy and stretched out and Nora’s. Abby wonders if you could still smell Nora on it. “Where, um, where should we start? What do you want to- want to know?” You stutter when you’re really nervous, extremely nervous, and Abby feels bad for making you feel that way.

Her mouth moves on its own, and before long the question, “What happened?”, rings throughout the air. A simple question, but despite it all Abby isn’t ready to face the answer. She doesn’t want the answer, she wants Nora. She wants to hear her laugh, and see her smile, and she wants to hug her and tell her she loves her. Abby should’ve told Nora that she loved her.

“Nora,” don’t tell her. Please, Abby doesn’t want to hear it, “Nora, she, she left one morning. Isaac had called her in because of the Scar raid coming up,”

Seraphites, a little voice in Abby’s head corrects you. Abby shushes it.

You stop picking at your, (Nora’s, no, it was yours now, because Nora’s dead) sweater, clasping your hands together and tilting your head back. You still didn’t look Abby in the eyes. “And I was used to her being gone for a day, maybe two if it was that serious, but she had promised me that nothing was going to stop her from coming back to me that night,” your head lolled to the side. You open your mouth to speak again, but you close it, furrowing your eyebrows, “She didn’t come back.”

Did no one see where she went, Abby wants to ask you, scream to you and at you. She wants to scream and cry that there had to be something wrong, that you were wrong. But she stays silent.

You continue speaking, “I didn’t leave that apartment for hours, Abby. I-I thought that she would come back or send someone to let me know what happened, like she usually does.

“But then it was nine at night, then twelve in the morning, then it was one-thirty, then three A.M., and I had gotten so sick and tired of waiting, and…” you pause and tap your knuckles on the table, “She had planned this whole scavenger hunt thing in the apartment, and I was supposed to open the last clue when she came home. But she never did, and I got so sick of waiting. I thought it was some sick joke of hers, but when I read the note,” you’re crying again. You’re crying, and you’re finally looking Abby in the eyes, and Abby wishes you didn’t look at her with such sadness in your eyes. “She… she asked me to marry her. She was gonna ask me to marry her and, and–”

You put your head in your hands and wail, and Abby’s heart shatters in her chest. You and Nora were going to get married. You two were going to spend the rest of your lives together, were supposed to spend the rest of your lives together and, and Abby had left her there. She left Nora at–

“And when I had started asking around, no one would tell me a single thing, and it pissed me off so much, Abby, you just don’t understand. I hadn’t slept for almost an entire day at that point and no one bothered looking me in the fucking eyes. And then, and then when I finally found someone who was with her that day, he said she had been at Ground Zero, and then to top it off, she was held at gunpoint!” You slam your hand on the table, and Abby jumps, ears ringing. “And they just fucking left her there to die! Like she wasn’t important! Like she wasn’t worth saving or going after, and I wanted to ring his little neck in for that. How could they just leave her there?”

Just like she did.

But she can’t tell you that, she can’t possibly tell you that. No, no, no–

Abby feels the guilt ride up her veins, shame filling her thoughts.

As if sensing her thoughts, you turn to Abby, fury in your teary eyes and incredulous tone in your voice.

“And the most fucked up part is that no one even knows what happened after that! No one bothered to run after her or anything, couldn’t even bother to act like they cared, like Nora’s death was just another sacrifice of war or something. But Nora’s not a goddamn soldier! She’s my… my… she was my…” you break down once more, unable to finish, and Abby wills her body to move, to go to you and embrace you with all she has. She can’t tell you that she didn’t do it in hopes it comforts you, can’t tell you that, instead, she did it in hopes it pushes the guilt away. The guilt only rises, and she only holds you tighter. You don’t mind, she tells herself, she hopes you don’t mind.

Abby hates this guilt. She hates it so much, hates the fact that she’s worried about herself more than she’s worried about you. Hates the fact that she’s keeping things from you. Hates the fact that she didn’t cherish her last interaction with Nora as much as she should have. Hate the fact that, as she’s hugging you right now, she can only think about Nora hugging her instead, warm skin heating her up in the winter as she buries her face into Abby’s back.

Hates the fact that, if she looks down, she can see Nora’s arms wrap around her waist, just like before.

She hates it so much.

But she stays silent, choosing instead to hold you close as you cry into her chest.

She’ll stay silent about the guilt forever if it means you’ll never cry like this again.

Abby hopes you’ll never cry like this again. She closes her eyes and hopes.