#since i did play through all of it i couldn't just NOT make a sideblog for it what do you take me for

[navybrat817]

Feeling in a mood today. Would you consider some angst with Bucky? You can ignore!

I feel like angst isn't my forte, nonnie, but I'll try?

Stood Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you out on a date and doesn't show.

Word Count: Almost 1.2k

Warnings: Angst, sadness, insecurities, embarrassment

A/N: This may get a Part 2. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You chose a simple black dress for your first date with Bucky. It wasn't too dressy or over the top, but still nice enough that you hoped it caught his attention. If the sight of you could put a soft smile on his face and warmth in his stunning blue eyes you'd consider it a win. Maybe he'd even tell you how beautiful you looked.

But your date was supposed to start almost an hour ago, and he still hadn't arrived.

You perked up when you looked toward the door, only to feel disappointed yet again when it wasn't Bucky who walked in. Checking your phone, you scrolled back through the messages. You had texted him earlier in the week to be on the safe side and he confirmed all of the needed date information; date, time, restaurant. You arrived at the right place at the right time on the right date. It was all you looked forward to this week.

You thought Bucky was looking forward to it as well since his last message was, “Can't wait to see you, doll.”

The sergeant looked almost nervous when he asked you to grab dinner with him. You were pretty sure he ran a hand through his hair three times before he got the question out. But the way his eyes lit up when you said yes, it was a look you’d never forget.

“It’s a date,” he had smiled, your heart fluttering. “Maybe we can go dancing after? Or we can dance in one of our apartments? Or we can play it by ear.”

“I’ll wear my best dancing shoes.”

You were trying to stay optimistic that he would show, but the knots in your stomach tightened when you realized he still hadn't replied to your follow up messages since you got to the restaurant. Did he have to take a last minute mission and couldn't let you know? Was he just running late? Or did he simply change his mind about the date?

“Where are you, Bucky?” you whispered, praying he wasn't hurt or worse.

The server cautiously approached your table once you set your phone down. “Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you forcefully smiled, gesturing to the untouched glass of wine in front of you. “I’m still… waiting,” you added, your voice cracking on the last word.

A look of pity crossed the server’s face. Maybe you were imagining it, but you felt other eyes on you, too. You didn't want their sympathy or anything else for that matter. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

You managed a nod and nothing more, your eyes burning as you blankly stared at the menu. It didn't make sense. Bucky wasn't the kind of man to stand someone up. He wouldn't leave you in the middle of a restaurant by yourself without a good reason. Right?

Your hands shook when it went past the hour mark and you typed one more message to Bucky. “I’m still at the restaurant and worried since you aren't here. I hope you're okay.”

It took another fifteen minutes for it to finally sink in that Bucky wasn't coming. As much as you didn't want it to, it hurt. So much. Luck wasn't on your side when it came to relationships, but you thought this would be different because, well, Bucky was different. You should've known better though. You should've known him asking you on a date was too good to be true.

The server made eye contact with you across the room and quickly made her way over when you took out your wallet. “Oh, that glass is on the house. Unless there's anything else I can get for you?”

“Oh. Um. Thanks.” The gesture brought tears to your eyes, and you wished you could bury yourself in the ground then and there. “I don't need anything else, but I still owe you a tip for taking up the table for over an hour,” you said, leaving some cash on the table and giving her one last smile as you stood up on shaky legs. “Have a good night.”

“Ouch. Stood up. Been there before.”

“Oh, shit. I think she’s crying.”

“Poor thing. She was sitting down before we got here.”

The whispers from the patrons were practically screams in your ears as you left, and you had to steady yourself once you got outside. The cool air did nothing to soothe you, and wiping your cheeks didn't stop the tears from falling. Humiliation aside, your heart ached. Putting yourself out there wasn't easy, but this sort of rejection hurt more than a firm “no”.

Worry seeped in because you didn't want to believe Bucky would do this on purpose. What went wrong? Why didn't he show up? There had to be a reasonable explanation.

You dialed his number, your heart stopping when his voicemail popped up after a few seconds. “Hey, this is Bucky. Leave me a message.”

You cleared your throat to speak. “Hey. It’s me. I waited for you… at the restaurant, but I guess… I guess you just couldn't make it, so I'm heading home.” You paused to sniffle and prayed he wouldn't catch it if he listened. “Can you just… let me know you're okay? Please, Bucky?” you asked, hanging up before you could say more.

The little optimism you had left faded completely when you checked your messages one last time. The messages had gone from delivered to read. He got them and didn't respond. Not one single word. He just… ignored you.

Maybe everything was fine with him after all and he realized you weren't good enough to go on a date with.

Choking on a small sob, you tucked your phone away. You didn't bother with a cab. The walk could help clear your head. You didn't care if the distance would ruin your shoes. It wasn't like you had anyone to dance with tonight or any other night.

“I’ll be fine,” you whispered to yourself, curling in on yourself as you walked. It hurt, but you’d be fine. You'd suck it up, put a smile on your face, and convince everyone that all was well because that was the way it had to be.

But how would you face Bucky come Monday? You still cared about him, but how would you be able to look him in the eye and hide the hurt you felt from being left all alone in that restaurant? How would you move forward together if he didn't want you?

No, not together. There was no togetherness at the moment since Bucky stood you up. He clearly didn't want you. Maybe he never did and he only asked you out as a fluke or some obligation so people would stop trying to set him up.

You wiped at your cheeks again. The unknown was going to keep your mind racing until he told you why he didn't show. He owed you some sort of explanation.

But tonight, you'd walk home alone with a heavy heart and hoped that whatever Bucky was doing that he was okay.

I need a happy ending for them immediately. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[whumpsday]

Annie's Prisoners

Writing Masterlist | G/t writing tag

g/t sideblog here! @smallsday

content: g/t, whump, tiny whump, fairy whumpee, begging, rescue, captivity, wing whump, magical exhaustion, bullying

Whumpmas in July Day 21: "Please" GT July Day 21: Secret

here's the last of the GT July "crossovers" i'm doing during WIJ! it was fun to write more tiny whump :)

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"Okay, but you don't tell anyone."

Annie got down on the floor, pulling a pink plastic hamster cage out from under her bed.

Parisa could hardly believe what she was seeing. Inside the cage was what looked like a fairy, no more than four inches tall, cowering in the corner. He had wings, but they stopped abruptly about halfway through, leaving him with uneven little trapezoids.

The fairy didn't look pleased to see either of them, hiding himself as well as he could inside the plastic tube running up one wall of the cage- which wasn't very well at all, considering the tube was transparent.

Parisa knelt down on the carpet to see closer, star-struck. "What is this?"

"My fairy!" Annie boasted. "I caught him myself, he was drinking from the birdbath in the backyard! I just shot him with Calvin's Nerf gun and grabbed him while he was all dazed and stuff. Don't act surprised, it's not like you haven't insisted fairies were real since preschool."

Annie was right, Parisa had always been obsessed with fairies. Her notebooks were covered with fairy stickers, she'd spent her whole childhood playing Pixie Hollow, and she'd read book after book on faery mythology. A part of her had always believed that with so many different stories and accounts of them, fairies had to exist in some form, somewhere. Even as she got older and felt more and more that she was being silly, a small part of her always knew.

And she was right.

She would normally be jumping for joy, but... the fairy was obviously not as enamored with Annie's recollection of his capture. He teared up a little, hugging himself as he cringed as far away from them as possible, his severed wings tucked behind him.

Parisa frowned. "He looks kind of sad."

Annie waved away her concern. "He's always pouting. But I haven't even shown you the cool part. He can do magic and stuff!"

The fairy's head snapped up at that, a look of horror dawning on his face.

"But I already did a spell for you today!" Though it seemed like he was attempting to shout, his voice came out tinny and quiet, just as small as he was.

"You can do another for Rissie," Annie said firmly. "But yeah, seriously, you can't tell anyone. Can you imagine? Some government prick would totally take him away from me to experiment on him or whatever, like in the movies."

"Do your parents know?" Parisa asked.

"Oh god no. But I'm taking him to college with me in September, so I won't have to worry about that anymore." Annie sat cross-legged, picking the cage up and moving it into her lap to rest her arms on. The fairy grimaced as she began drumming her fingers absentmindedly on the lid.

"I've had him for almost two months now. I would've shown you sooner, but I wanted to wait until after graduation so you couldn't tell anyone at school. It's not like you talk to anyone besides me anyway, but can't be too careful. But Ciel can change that!"

She held the cage up triumphantly. "I knew you'd be totally helpless without me since we're going to different schools, so I wanted to make sure you were aaaaall set. He can't do like, big things, he's not a genie. But he can do little things. Like make you a little luckier for a while, stuff like that. I use it for studying, too. But I figured he could do a charisma spell on you or something, and it'd help you make new friends at your little state school!"

"I can't do another spell yet, please, I already did one! I don't have enough magic left," Ciel pleaded, looking up at Annie as his tears started to fall. "You said college isn't something that starts until autumn, there's time! It'll hurt too much if I do another now, please no more!"

Parisa's shock slowly gave way to horror as the fairy's deplorable conditions became more and more apparent. She wanted to say something, but she knew Annie would just get defensive and guilt her if she did.

"Yeah, it'd probably be more effective closer to September anyway," Parisa agreed quickly, unable to push down a feeling of hope that Ciel would like her for agreeing with him.

"Fine, whatever," Annie sighed, roughly shoving the cage back under the bed. Parisa got the feeling she was more interested in showing off than actually helping. "Then you can see him more then. He's my fairy, after all. Let's go back downstairs."

Parisa followed Annie, but didn't take her eyes off the dark space under the bed until the door was firmly shut behind them.

It was hard to go back to hanging out normally, and she couldn't keep herself from asking question after question about Ciel. Parisa really wanted to just see him again, but she knew he would hate that, so she didn't ask to.

But as Annie told story after story, it only solidified the fact that what was happening here was wrong. She was practically torturing the delicate little creature, draining him of magic to his absolute limit.

Parisa dreaded the answer, but she couldn't not ask. "What happened to his wings?"

"Don't be a baby about it, but I had to trim them after he tried to fly away one time," Annie said, like it was nothing.

"Wouldn't that hurt?" She tried to do what Annie said, to not be a baby about it, but it was getting ridiculously hard. She wanted to cry, hearing her best friend had done something like that.

"No, it was like getting a haircut, I think. Except permanent. He didn't like, scream or anything." Annie shoved her lightly on the arm. "I said don't be a baby."

"Right. Right." This was all wrong. This wasn't how discovering fairies were real was supposed to be. She had to get out of Annie's face. "I feel like I'm gonna be sick," she lied.

"Ew, go." Annie pointed upstairs. "God, you're so sensitive."

Parisa darted up to the bathroom, where she felt like she could breathe a little better. How was she supposed to live the rest of her life knowing Annie was torturing a fairy? They weren't even going to schools in the same state. She wouldn't be able to do anything to help. She might not ever get to see him again after whatever spell Annie wanted him to do.

Unless she took a peek right now.

Parisa snuck into Annie's room, hoping she wouldn't come to check on her, and carefully pulled the cage out from under the bed.

Ciel clung to the metal spout of the water bottle, like she'd interrupted him while he was drinking. He looked around wildly, relaxing a little bit when he realized Annie wasn't here. "Is she coming?" he asked, his voice so quiet Parisa could just barely hear him.

"No. I'm not supposed to be in here," she admitted. "I just wanted to see you again. And, um, check if you're alright."

"I'm not," he answered without hesitation, eyes still shining with tears. "I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. Please, I desperately need help, Miss." He tentatively stepped forward, though his little hands shook. "Rissie, she said your name was?"

"Parisa. You're Ciel?" she asked.

"I am. Please, I can- I'll come back and do a spell for you, once I've had a chance to rest. If you would just..."

He pointed toward the window with a trembling finger. "Please?"

Oh, Parisa wanted so badly to help. "But your wings? How will you get down?"

Ciel sobbed. "I don't know. I need to be away from here, she plans to keep me imprisoned for life. She's careless, she's going to kill me and I won't even get to die outdoors!"

Parisa had to do something, even if it meant she would lose her only friend. She was probably going to lose her either way anyway, once they left in September.

She unlatched the cage, holding a hand bigger than Ciel's whole body out to him. "I'll help. You just have to trust me."

It was obvious from his face that Ciel had a strong distaste for being grasped in human hands. But with no other options, he climbed readily into Parisa's palm. "Please be gentle," he begged.

She was holding a real fairy. It was like a dream, but Parisa couldn't get caught up in that now, she had to focus on protecting him. She brought Ciel to the front pocket of her hoodie, carefully placing him inside. "Try not to make any noise or move around too much. I'll keep you safe, I promise."

Parisa could feel the fairy's little heartbeat thrumming away against her as she headed back downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm really not feeling good," she told Annie. "I think I'm just gonna go home."

"'Kay, whatever." Annie shrugged. "If you get over yourself by tomorrow, you can come watch him do a spell for me."

Annie would figure out it was her, Parisa knew. But what could she do? It wasn't like she could tell anyone she stole her fairy. And now that they'd graduated high school, she could just... never see Annie again, if she felt like it.

"Goodbye, Annie." Parisa walked out the door without another word.

She waited until she'd walked far enough away from Annie's house and she couldn't see anyone else around to stick her hand in her pocket, offering it to Ciel. "Coast is clear."

He crawled into her hand, and Parisa lifted him out. His eyes instantly went up toward the stars, and she saw him smile for the first time.

"Thank you," he breathed. "It's really over?"

"It's over. I won't let her take you back," Parisa assured him. "What do you want to do?"

"What I want...? I can't just fly off," Ciel lamented. "I'm not sure yet. I- I sort of just want to rest now. She keeps me so tired all the time."

"You can rest. Do you wanna go back in my pocket?" Parisa asked.

He nodded. "Yes, I think I do."

Parisa softly set him back down inside, both of them feeling freer than they'd ever been as she walked them home.

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tune in monday for some alien whump! 👽 and the following thursday for some kane & jim

this is ciel's cage btw. never put a living creature in this monstrosity

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[outofcontextplvpw]

hello ace attorney nation. are you desperate for content but have been putting off playing professor layton vs phoenix wright bc you really have no desire to? well you’ve come to the right place. this blog will give you the best parts of the game through screenshots delivered with no context. no need to play through it yourself. you’re welcome <3

[sweeterthanthis]

Well this was a lovely surprise!

Since is Mickey is on your list I need something with him (in more ways than one)

It has to be public sex, the man was made for it

Less Work, More Play

Pairing: Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Summary: Anytime, anyplace - your body is ready for Mickey.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, public sex, Mickey's dirty mouth, very mild anal play, vaginal sex, 18+.

Word Count: 576

A/N: A fairly obvious choice of setting, but fuck, I don't care. Rail me, Mickey.

You could barely keep your hands to yourself at the best of times - not when he was so fucking beautiful. All you wanted to do was feel those hands on you; anytime, anyplace.

Is it any wonder with the way they feel against your bare thighs, the chill of his rings cooling your heated flesh as you drag your fingers through his angel-soft hair.

"Really gotta stop bringin' you to work with me, Honey," Mickey whispers against your ear, his breath leaving your throat dewy and prickled with heat. "So needy, can't last five minutes without me inside of you."

You can't argue with him. It's all true. There's no better feeling than that cock stretching you out, your arousal heightened by the fact that anyone could stumble across the two of you; your legs wrapped around his waist, his fingernails biting into your skin to keep you steady.

"Need you. Need your cock. Always need you," you breathe, his mouth lavishing your throat in lazy kisses, tongue lapping at the tiny beads of sweat garnered from the passionate way he drives into you. "Fuck, please. More."

Your arms circle around his neck, clinging on for dear life, like he's the only one who can give you what you need. And he is. Nobody's ever fucked you like this. Nobody's ever enjoyed your body the way Mickey does.

"Feel so fuckin' hot. Drenchin' me, aren't you?" He teases, his filthy words audible to only you thanks to the thumping bass vibrating through the air around you.

The stretch of his girth each time he bottoms out makes your eyelids flutter closed; lost in bliss and contentment, your body pinned up against the back of the heavy duty speakers.

"God, yes. Keep fuckin' me. M'so close," you whine, your thighs trembling and your back arched; his teeth grazing the exposed flesh of your breast, suckling your nipple between them and humming at the way it pebbles against his tongue.

The way the tip of his shaft drags against that sweet spot has your head falling back, bass riddling your bones, back scraping against the rough surface with every eager thrust.

"Better come fast, Honey. Got about thirty seconds before this song finishes," he warns you, your heart pounding in your chest, head thrumming with hunger for that euphoric feeling he'd acquainted you with so well. "Wouldn't want someone to come lookin' for me. Wouldn't want 'em to see you like this, would you?"

You couldn't give a damn. Not a single one. He could spread you right out in front of them all and eat your pussy 'til you cry, and you still wouldn't have it in you to be ashamed.

"Maybe you would, huh? Always did put on such a good show for me," Mickey hums, his hands gripping the cheeks of your rear, spreading your cheeks apart, fingertips grazing the tight ring of muscle just an inch away from where his cock splits you open.

The mere suggestion that he wants you there has your head spinning, the walls of your cunt clamping down around him, toes curling in your heels, stomach tightening and fire engulfing your insides.

You lose all sense of awareness, grinding your hips down against his cock, milking every last bit of pleasure from him and revelling in the way he takes his own from your body in return.

"I take it back," he huffs in your ear in those heavy breaths, "comin' to work with me every night."

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

[whatthisfemsheplikes]

Hey, I am almost finished reading See Me (Chapter 34!) and was wondering if you could tell me what they look like so i could make some fan art of Tori and Wesley! i really love those two and id love to be able to draw them. Thanks!

Oh my gosh, this was such a nice surprise to see in my inbox! I'm so glad you've been enjoying See Me (oh man, Chapter 34 is where things are gonna get more intense so buckle up lol), and that you want to make some fan art! I'd love to see anything you make and I'm honored you want to make some art of my OCs!

Besides the basic level descriptions that I've included in See Me (hair color, eye color, etc.), I don't really have much description that I could give that I feel would be helpful. But then I remembered that, when I was posting See Me here on tumblr on my sideblog, I had made the whole cast of See Me in The Sims that I thought were helpful references! Then I could make things like nose size, jaw shape, and all those little details as accurate as possible to how I imagine them in my mind.

So I went through my files for those screenshots and... I couldn't find them. I did get a new computer since I made those years ago, so I guess I didn't save them. Never fear, though! I just went back into The Sims and played around with the character creator a bit so I could just make them again! Here are the most accurate representations I have for Tori, Wesley, and even the rest of the See Me cast in Sims form! I hope they help! For some of these, I just put the characters in outfits that I thought they would definitely wear in their world even if I haven't written them wearing that outfit. Others, I remade specific outfits from certain scenes, like Jackie's proposal outfit or Tori's going-out-dancing outfit. Just for some variety (and because I had fun making these)!

First up is Tori!

Again, I haven't written her wearing this exact outfit, but as soon as I saw the N7 Mass Effect shirt and the fact that she's usually wearing a t-shirt made me want to put her in it. The hair especially is almost exactly how I imagine her hair looking when I write her with her hair down.

Here's a recreation of her party outfit when she goes dancing with Adriana.

And some pajamas since there are plenty of scenes of her and Wesley settling in for the night.

Next up is Wesley!

Wesley's a lot paler since he's hardly ever seen the sun as a borrower. This is also after Jackie gave him a haircut. I imagined this being the shirt he was holding onto when Tori first gave him clothes. It's one of his favorites!

Since we got a Tori in pajamas reference, I knew I had to do one for Wesley too.

Next up is Carter:

He's a businessman almost all the time, and I feel like he'd always look like he wants to sell you something.

For fun, I also wanted to give him his "civilian" outfit from the cast's trip to the library, just to see him out of a suit for once.

Then, because I love imagining his hair getting all disheveled when he's winding down for the day, I gave him a pajama outfit too, mainly just to show off his fluffy locks.

Up next, Adriana!

Here's just another outfit I think she'd wear since there weren't a lot of options that I liked from the outfits I've described her wearing. She definitely would have a jacket like this in her closet though, especially for the pocket in the front for Jackie to travel in.

Here's her party outfit from her night out with Tori too!

Last, but certainly not least, is Jackie!

Jackie is super fun for me to write because she's just super positive, comforting, and she's so bright with her attitude and outfits!

Here's a slightly shorter version of the dress I'd imagine her wearing during her proposal dinner with Adriana.

Thanks again for the ask and for letting me geek out about my OCs for a bit! I hope these are helpful references! I hope you like the ending of See Me!