#worst cup I've ever drawn sorry

[capricioussun]

Some sort of bug

I was going to try to finish that mer-edge but then i saw this on twitter this morning and there really wasn't any choice

[suqqubus]

bortion story!!! dont read if u dont like medical stuff

took mifepristone two days ago, got some cramps/nausea overnight and felt kinda gross and tired when i woke up

took four misoprostol yesterday and within like 10 minutes i started feeling cramps and nausea. 20 mins in, cramps started getting worse and worse, i ran to the bathroom and couldnt keep my puke in on the way and just. vommed all over the floor

couldnt keep down water, kept puking it up. took like 1200mg ibuprofen (unheard of for me) and my cramps were still so bad i couldnt think/move. after enduring this for like 2 hours i called my sister and asked her to take me to the ER lol

ive had really bad periods before (i've had convulsions & passed out from pain lol) and this was that level of pain, but that always starts to subside eventually, this just kept going on and on and on with no relief.

i hadn't even started bleeding yet, just had crazy cramps/nausea, until i got to the ER when i started bleeding like crazy. and all i had was my period underwear and i knew i was just gonna bleed through that shit lol

so we wait like 2ish hours in the ER, im in the most pain ive ever been in my entire life, pacing around/curling up on the seats lookin fuckin insane bc i could not find any relief from the pain. they asked me to give a urine sample and i could NOT pee AT ALL due to dehydration!!! also when the nurse asked for my medical info i puked, it was truly so embarrassing

started getting the most insane chills that i literally couldnt control, got my blood drawn and then got an ultrasound. when i went to take off my shorts for the transvaginal part i bled all over the floor and i was like omggg im so sorry 😭

the whole time shes doing the ultrasound im shaking soooo bad from the chills and bleeding like a pig and the nurse was like "im going to see if they can get you a bed right away" prob bc i was so PATHETIC

once i got in the ER bed the pain was subsiding, i must have passed the embryo by that point bc when the doctor saw me he said that there was no baby in the ultrasound and it all looked clear, and i was like FUCKIN PHEWWWW

so they give me an IV and pain meds (i really couldve used stronger stuff tbh bc i still felt quite a bit of cramping for a while lol) and i just laid there breathing through everything and feeling so so so grateful that the worst pain was over

anyway i bled through my absorbent underwear and shorts and the hospital bed looked like someone fuckin died there when i got up and i had to sit on a bag in my sisters car lmao

but anyway i woke up today feeling soooo good, like the most energy i've had in forever and so motivated to get stuff done. im still bleeding a lot (i use a menstrual cup and filled it 3 times from the time i went to bed to when i woke up 🙃) but wow wow wow just feel so good today its crazy

all in all i think if i had prescription strength pain meds at home i would've probably been ok, but i cannot stress how little the ibuprofen did to help my pain lol

also idk if i needed to take four misoprostol??? i truly think i wouldve been ok w 2 because i felt the effects sooo soon after taking it (it was still dissolving under my tongue when i puked) and im notorious for not needing as high a dose of drugs as other people lol

[firefly-in-darkness]

Separation, Connection - [1/2]

Pairing →Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters → Marvel Characters

Summary → Your friendship with Bucky deterioates when you catch him in a compromising position with a fellow agent.

Word Count → 2.3k

SSB2021 Square Fill → “God I hate you” - @star-spangled-bingo

AFG Square Fill  → “What the fuck am I seeing?” @anyfandomgoesbingo

Warnings → 18+. Angst, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Swearing

Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → This one was sitting in my WIPs folder for ages, and after brainstorming with @writethelifeyouwant, this 2 parter was finished! Ps. I know I haven’t updated Worst Idea Ever in a while and I’m sorry - I’m just very stuck with it atm, the plot and majority of the story is planned out, I just can’t seem to fill in the blanks.

Firefly’s Masterlist

You and Bucky were close, and there was that little thin line between friendship and something more. Nothing had happened but, god, you had wanted it to. The secret crush you harboured for your teammate, your friend, had only grown over the years. Everyone thought you would be good together, commenting on how well you got along, that friendship was an important part of a relationship. Both of you rolling your eyes and laughing at their comments.

When you finally gathered the courage to tell him how you felt, you saw him with someone else. They were at the back of the training facility; the team were in a simulation of a terrorist attack on Paris and once the time on the training session was called, you stumbled across them.

They were just out of sight, hidden in a dark corner. And it wasn’t just a casual embrace. They were having sex, he was fucking her, hard, up against a wall. You froze at the sight of his bare bottom clenching with each thrust and the blissed-out look on her face. What the fuck am I seeing?! Heart shattered, you fled from the room without a sound, not wanting to disturb them or for anyone to see you crying.

It hurt too much to be as close to him after that, you consciously decided to withdraw from the friendship. Not going straight to him when entering a room or staying in bed instead of heading to the rooftop where you’d usually wander at five in the morning to talk with Bucky, putting the world to right.

And of course, Bucky noticed. It had been a week since you had joined him for a midnight chat in the kitchen. He was missing his best friend. He wanted to share his life with her, and she was nowhere to be seen unless someone else was in the room. 

Bucky knew it was a bad sign when you chose to sit next to Wanda, not sandwiched between him and Nat, on movie night. He felt alone in a room full of friends, as they watched a film about a love triangle set in England. It was supposed to be funny, but Bucky didn’t hear the jokes, let alone the punchlines. 

Nat had realised something was wrong too. She saw the dark circles under your eyes when you drained the coffee from the cup in the morning and the puffy redness from crying in the middle of the day. She had detested the way you and Bucky were before, it was like a pair of magnets drawn together, a connected ribbon, a gravitational pull. But now? Well, you were repelling within a few meters of one another, and she hated that even more.

“What did you do, Barnes?” Nat whispered harshly, eyes still on the film.

“Nothing.” Bucky looked over to you, sleeping with your head resting on Wanda’s lap.

“So why is Wanda looking at you like that?” She raised an eyebrow.

Bucky lifted his gaze, saw the fiery red eyes staring back at him as she stroked your hair, a soft red mist falling over you. He frowned at the Sokovian and tried to talk telepathically but she shook her head and looked back at the television.

On autopilot, you ran from your room to his bedroom door, knocking until the screams died down. Long ago, you’d learnt to not enter the room until he’d settled down, had the bruises to your neck and dealt with the guilt-ridden expression on Bucky’s face for weeks.

Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear Bucky moving about and slowly pushed it open so as not to startle him. A soft glow from the lamp at his bedside welcomed you in, he'd stacked his pillows against the headboard with his knees drawn up and resting his head in his hands.

“Hi, Buck. It’s me.” You spoke softly, his head and eyes shot up to meet yours.

You walked over and sat at the end of the bed, averting your eyes to the floor and fingers fiddling with the edge of a blanket, waiting for him to respond.

“What did I do doll?” He croaked, fingers running through his hair, his knees dropping down.

Your heart raced and you were certain he could hear the harsh thumps, but your voice remained steady, “It's nothing, just need a little time to process some things.”

“You normally come to me. What's different?” His voice was strained, thick with distress.

Standing up, you walked towards the window, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you remained focused on the navy sky fading to blues and oranges with the sunrise.

“I can't this time Buck, I need space. I need space from you.” With each word, your heart fractured along the lines you’d attempted to piece together with being away from him.

“Get out then, just leave me alone.” His tone was now harsh, stronger than before.

“God, I hate you.” Without a final glance, you left the room. Your heart in tatters once more.

Once in the safety of your room, the sob heaved out of you. Bucky had disregarded you so easily, he let you go without a second thought. And you didn’t know what was worse; what you saw a week ago or what he just said.

Bucky finished his 76th lap when someone caught his eye. It was you. His best friend. The one he stupidly let go of. It had been three months since he'd told you to leave, and you hadn't gone back on his word.

Of course, Bucky was just as stubborn and hadn't approached you unless it was work-related. But there was something different about you. His eyes focused on the man you were standing with, and how you glowed, and Bucky just couldn't stand that you were feeling that way about a random recruit and not him.

“She used to look at you that way.” Wanda’s voice echoed in his head.

He scanned the field and found her figure leaning against a tree, shading herself from the summer sun and a book in hand. Bucky grabbed the small towel and wiped away the sweat, swigging his water bottle, then joined her on the grass.

“What are you talking about? She’s never looked at me like that.” He gestured towards you and the agent.

Wanda chuckled and shook her head, “You're not blind, or stupid, Bucky, she adored you. Still does, even though I wish she would get over you.”

His brow creased. “She wanted space, ended our friendship.” 

Wanda’s eyes flashed red, “And you broke her heart.” 

“Show me.” Bucky held out his hand, pleading with her, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“I can’t Bucky. It's private, she would never forgive me.” Wanda shook her head and placed her book in her lap, “I've seen what she's done to you, I'm not going to lose her too.”

Bucky sprang to his feet and kicked at the grass. “Then just tell me what you know. Just something?” He turned to face you, hands on his hips as he tried to think of what he’d done.

“Paris terrorist simulation,” Wanda stated without emotion.

Bucky turned around, seeing nothing but a neutral expression on her face. The simulation had been a success, the whole team had done well but he hadn’t seen you at the debriefing. Steve said you were exhausted and needed to rest. 

“What about it?” asked Bucky.

“Don't deny it. I saw it, I felt it. She had no chance of blocking me from that pain.” Wanda stood up, eyes flickering red, “you and that agent. I thought you were better than that Bucky.”

“Shit.” 

Bucky knew exactly what Wanda had meant before she explained. Shame coursed through him; he'd broken your trust by not telling you about the agent he’d been hooking up with. Honestly, he didn't want you to know, didn't want you to judge him for the flings he had. Subconsciously, he knew that was what your distancing was about because he hadn't seen her again or hooked up with anyone since.

All he wanted was you back in his life; he was going to make it happen.

Wanda smirked, shaking her head before walking ahead of him, “Best get a move on Barnes, she’s not thinking of him in a platonic way.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he strutted towards you, determined to get you back.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder and he could only hope you still felt the same way.

You couldn’t believe Bucky dared to pull rank on you in front of another agent. That he had the gall to do such a thing after he told you to leave him alone, how he betrayed your trust as a friend and unknowingly broke your heart.

You stormed down the blurry corridors as anger took the form of tears. Your whole body tense and determined to get away from the assassin on your tail. People parted like the sea as they saw your strut and scowl, you scoffed at their reaction and thought, this must be what it’s like to be Bucky on a mission. Using it to your advantage, you managed to pull someone by the arm and into the path of the Winter Soldier.

While you sprinted away, you glanced back and spotted Bucky helping the woman to her feet, apologising profusely and then realising it was the agent you had caught him with. Your blood boiled as you pushed through the door to the stairwell, it slammed against the wall and probably damaged it, but you didn’t care anymore.

It wasn’t until the breeze hit your face that you realised where you were. You’d come to the rooftop, the exact spot that you’d air all your worries with Bucky. It was the place you’d first bonded outside of the team. 

A hand dragged down your face and your shoulders slumped. You spun on your heel, ready to escape when you stopped short. There he was, blocking the doorway. You groaned, of course, he knew exactly where you’d go even before you did.

“I just want to talk.” Bucky quietly spoke, a hint of a question in his tone but a statement all the same.

“I’ll scale down the side of this building if I have to.” You stepped back towards the edge.

Bucky growled and walked towards you, “would you quit being so stubborn and dramatic for one second?”

“Just leave me alone.” You threw his own words back at him, stopping him in his tracks.

At that moment, you could see that Bucky realised how hurtful those words were, but you weren’t going to console him anytime soon. He should suffer for how he spoke to you and for never attempting to speak to you until now.

Bucky slowly circled you towards the edge, his eyes focused on you while you turned in tandem following his moves. He reached the railing then settled down into a seated position, legs hanging over the side, his chest against the metal pole.

“Are you going to join me?” Bucky’s gaze now on the horizon.

With a roll of your eyes, you sat beside him, but at least a metre apart, you couldn’t get that close to him. He was too intoxicating, and your emotions were incredibly high, even if they were full of anger and hurt, and you didn’t trust yourself not to succumb to his charm.

“Are you going to talk then?” You sassed back at him.

“I’m sorry for what you saw. You shouldn’t have seen that.” Bucky didn’t hold back, “I was going to tell you, I just thought you’d judge me.”

“I’d judge you. For sleeping with a colleague. In the middle of a training simulation?” You scoffed, “You didn’t tell me about her. Or anyone else for that matter. Natasha filled me in on all your little late night rendezvous when I was on missions.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Bucky knew he’d not win this conversation and scrambled to bring it back onto his side, “you were away, and I needed something, someone.”

“So, you used them and used me too?” You glared at him.

“That’s not what I said,” Bucky seethed, annoyed at the way you were twisting his words but not surprised with the pain you felt. 

You continued, ignoring his comment, unable to stop the words falling from your lips, “I gave you emotional support. Watched you cry yourself to sleep after a nightmare, held your hand when you had a panic attack during a mission.” You shook your head at him, “I just wasn’t good enough for the sex part.”

Bucky held your chin and pulled your face to look at him, “You mean more to me than that. I just didn’t know how you felt. If I’d had known-”

You jerked away from his touch, it felt too nice, it felt like home, but you weren’t ready to fall back into this friendship. He knew how you felt, and you weren’t ready for his rejection. You still needed your space.

Swiftly, you returned to your feet, brushing down your trousers and hands, “Thank you for your apology, but I can’t forgive you.”

Bucky stood up and watched you begin to leave, “I’ll do my best to make you see how much you mean to me.”

You paused in the doorway, but you had to be strong, to carry on walking away, you couldn’t let him hurt you again. It was time to move on.

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[simonxriley]

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜ + dealer's choice xoxo

Thank you! 💜 Sorry this took forever life has been rough the past few months. I've been dying to write this once I figured the perfect couple to do it for. Harley and Johan!

Words: 600

Warnings: None

Watching the world go up in flames from the bottom of a few thousand feet of ocean should’ve been the worst thing to possibly happen. Losing everything you cared about in one fatal swoop while you sat safely on Pathos II. Her only safe haven, or so it should have been. 

Harley sighed as she looked out the window into the dark abyss, hands wrapped around a white mug. It’s been seven months since the impact event and not a day goes by where she doesn’t think about it. It was hard not to; everyone on Pathos II lost everyone they ever cared about. That’s something you don’t just get over. Now the WAU was making things more difficult. 

She turned to the doorway to see Johan standing in it. “How are you feeling?” 

“Still shakin’ up.” She gave him a weak smile. “You?” 

He took a seat across from her at the table, reaching out his hand for hers. “Better now. Give it some time, you’ll calm down.” 

“I know. So what now?” 

With the evacuation attempt to Omicron thwarted by murderous wildlife created by the WAU, they were now stuck on Tau with limited food and water. If they can’t reach Omicron on the radio they’ll be left for dead. No one will come for them. 

“Glasser is trying to get Omicron on the radio to see if they can mount a rescue. After that, for once I have no idea. I can’t change what the WAU is doing, it’s a machine programmed to preserve human life.” 

And it was, just at the cost of everyone still alive on Pathos. The WAU was reaching out to every machine, every life form, to manipulate, to control. It’s trying to help, save its creators from all of this, just like the protocol demands. But really, what is good enough? Where is the line drawn for what is human and what is not? Would walking corpses do? Would a group of machines thinking they’re human be acceptable? We can’t trust a machine to know, to understand what it means to be. 

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this, Johan.” She sighed and placed the cup on the table and leaned back in her chair. “All of it! The comet, the WAU, you think you have all the time in the world and it’s snapped away from you.” 

Johan couldn’t find the words to make her feel better, because he knew it would be a lie and he couldn’t give her that false hope. Things weren’t going to get better, quite the opposite actually; things were going to get worse. A lot worse. If they can’t reach Omicron and they presume everyone at site Tau is dead, no supplies will be coming down. No more food, no more water, they’ll all be dead within a few months. Unless they can find a way up to Omicron without getting torn apart  by the mutated fish. 

“I wish I could say something that would help, but you know just as well as I do it would be a lie.” 

“I guess it's better to know when your time is up than not.” 

He reached his hand out once again, giving hers a small squeeze. “Good thing you still have a lot of time left.” 

Harley laughed and shook her head. He was right of course, she did have time left, but knowing her end was coming was a comforting thought. She didn’t have to worry or be afraid of what might happen, her conscience was clear.

[angelofthenightposts]

Broken Heart.// Ch.6

Bill is ready for the next stage of his life after reaching the happy life he can be with the people he loves and the successful career he has always dreamed of. Marrying his fiancé, Alida. But it all takes an unexpected turn when he asks his wedding planner friend, Y/N, to help plan their wedding.

Series Masterlist || My Masterlist.

6 years later, in New York.

“Alex then ran down the slide, chasing me all over the place. You should have seen how fast I flew away from him, Uncle. Like Flash... Hey, you’re not paying attention to what I'm saying!” Bill pulls to a stop at a red light and returns his gaze to the child in the backseat in the rearview mirror. Felix's brows furrow into a deep frown, and his backpack is on the seat next to his jacket. And Bill resents himself for letting him believe he was the worst uncle ever.

His sister, Eija, needed to run some errands, so he had to drop his nephew off at kindergarten. He doesn't mind waking up early or driving in this crowded neighborhood. However, Felix can talk 30,000 thousand words every day, which is a lot for someone like Bill.

Of course, he continues to spend time with his family and hang out with his siblings, but it is well known that Bill has become more reserved, and this new persona has an effect on others around him. People criticized him at first, believing that his best days were behind him. He is happy with the fact that he does not appear on the front pages of magazines.

As he presses the gas pedal and clears his throat, he adds, "No, buddy.  Tell me about what happened after that.” 

“It's all right.”

He wants to tell Felix how tiring the last film he worked on was, but he knows his nephew won't comprehend how hard his profession can be. “I am sorry, Felix. I couldn't get a good night's sleep."

“Did the monsters frighten you, too?”

“No, buddy, I just had the worst nightmare of my life. Wait, did you mention the monsters were bothering you?" Bill is amused by his vivid imagination. The tiny child brings up the monsters the next day after they watch a science fiction film together. Bill lost count of the number of times he had to check under his bed to see if there is any monster.

"Yes, but Mommy said the tooth fairy would speak with them and they wouldn't annoy me any longer." He takes a sip from his portable coffee mug, which is already warming him up.

“Your mother is a wise lady.”

“Yes, but she also called you a fool for leaving her. Last night, I heard her saying it to my father."  Bill groans in his seat and turns on the music. He's completely aware of who Eija was referring to. It's been six years and h e's surprised that his family hasn't forgotten about it.

"Don't even think about it right now. So, do you have a girlfriend?"

For a brief moment, Bill feels like an elderly lady; every time he sees his grandmother in Sweden, she asks the same question. When are you going to get married?  He is now thirty-two years old, and the members of his family are still hopeful that he will marry one day. Bill, contrary to what his family believes, is fully justified. He has been able to advance his profession to a point where he is receiving more and more movie offers on a daily basis. He's also fine with his family. When he realized he couldn't live in LA any longer, he moved to New York. Eija and her husband, Sam, married a few months after Bill moved in, and they currently live in the same city as Bill. Other Skarsgard siblings frequently visit the city, and a weekend stay is a great way to catch up. 

"Yes. Her name is Aria. Her hair is black, and she has huge green eyes. Uncle Bill, my heart beats harder every time she looks at me." He chuckles and casts a glance behind him at his nephew. Felix's desire for green eyes is so ironic. Isn't he the one who, a few weeks earlier, despised his own green eyes and desired blue eyes like Captain America's?

"Oh, does she like you back?" Felix bounces around in his seat, a broad smile on his face.

"She gives me the half of her lunch and I give her some of my fruits.. Alex always asks for it, too but she doesn't share with him.” Bill pulls his car to the left and joins the line of people waiting to drop off the children. Teachers stand on the sidewalk, one by one assisting the kids in exiting their vehicles.  When he notices the lengthy row, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns his body to the backseat.

"I think Alex likes Aria as well, buddy.”

Felix thinks for a moment, resting his chin in his palm and tapping his smooth cheek with his finger. “However, I don't believe Aria likes him. He's rude and mean. I am following Uncle Valter's advice. Every morning I tell her that she looks nice.  She laughs and hands me one of her sweets. Oh, and her birthday is this Sunday, and I'm invited.  Uncle Bill, do you mind if we go to the mall and buy a present together?"

How can he refuse his adorable tiny face? Plus, he doesn't have anything better to do because no one is expecting him at his home. So he gives Felix a nod and sits there watching a young teacher open the back door of a black car in front of them. The teacher takes up a young child in the backseat and assists her in exiting the vehicle. The strawberry-dressed girl waves her hand at the driver, most likely to her parent.

The little girl blows a kiss and walks away. Felix exclaims in his seat, his nose pressed against the left-hand window, pointing at her. “Look, that's her! Aria."

But before Bill can respond, Felix's teacher returns and opens the back door, greeting him, "Good morning, Mr Skarsgard.  Hello, Felix. How are you today?"

"“Good morning and Eija has a few things on her to-do list for today."Bill frowns and casts a glance at his nephew, as he can clearly see something disturbs her,   ”Is there an issue?” 

“It is nothing to worry about; she just has to sign paperwork for a class trip this Friday. But she informed me that you can sign it instead. ”

“Of course, I'll park my car and meet you in your office.”

//xxx//

Bill checks his watch as he drives his car to the address his sister gave him on a Sunday afternoon. The celebration has already begun; if Felix had not insisted so strongly, he would not have attended. But he recalls the small man pleading with him to come over for even an hour, and he believes it has something to do with him being Pennywise and his famous uncle. Bill parks his car next to other cars and looks outside when the GPS confirms that he has arrived at the destination. He expected the party to be held at the house, but Aria's parents clearly believe that being outside in the warm weather is preferable. He reaches for the gift he bought for the birthday girl in the backseat and exits his car.

He can understand why the park is a good option; it is full of children who are playing and laughing. His gaze is drawn to his sister, who is sitting and speaking with a group of people. She leaps to her feet and walks up to him, meeting in the middle. “Bill, I didn't expect you'd show up. Thank you; Felix will be thrilled to see you. Come in, and I'll introduce you to the others.”

“Actually, the birthday girl herself invited me. On her special day, I didn't want to upset her.” Bill walks with his sister to the other parents and fills himself a fresh cup of lemonade. He extends greetings to all and shakes the hands of some of the parents. He looks around and frowns when he can’t find Aria in nowhere. “Where is she?”

" Who? Aria? Poor thing lost a necklace that her mother had given her as a gift. Everyone was terrified, and I believe she is looking for it with her mother. Look, she's right there." Bill moves his head in the direction of Eija's pointing finger. 

“I'm going to say hello to her.” Eija nods, and Bill walks away from the gathering to join the birthday girl. "Aria, hello.”

She doesn't even acknowledge Bill's presence, let alone greet her back. Bill notices her tears on her face, and his heart sinks. He pulls Aria back and holds her in his arms the instant she walks into the scratchy bushes. "What are you doing? It's too risky; you could have been hurt.”

"I'm looking for my necklace," she says but her tone of voice is the clearest indication that she could cry at any moment. He stares at her as she continues to play with the fabric of his sweater. “It was a birthday gift from my mom. She told me I could have it if I behaved properly. But I've lost it now."

Bill gives her a warm smile and gently strokes her cheek with his thumb. “Don't worry about it, okay? I'll help you in finding it.”

“Bill, it's a very special necklace for me. My father had given it to my mother as a present."

“All right, if it's that important,” Bill says as he holds her and goes alongside the shrubs Aria was eyeing; he takes great care not to drop her. His eyes scan the ground, but the necklace is nowhere to be found.

“Aria!”

When he hears a voice he hasn't heard in years, he holds his breath and slowly turns his head to the left. You're standing just a few feet away from him. When your eyes contact his, they widen. The small child in his arms stares at you and makes an attempt to get away. Fortunately, Bill's stunned body let Aria's feet get on the ground effortlessly and she runs into your arms, saying, "Mommy, I can't find my necklace."