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just-honey-dewd · 2 years

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Miraculous Ladybug Season 5: Episode 1 Tangent

So I felt a strong urge to get this out of my system. Usually most ML episodes just feel like noise to me. I’m not usually compelled to write whole posts about them, so this could just be a fluke. Heads up, these will be spoilers for this episode, and they’re mostly negative. Oh, and it’s long…

For whatever stakes Season 4 supposedly set up, I’m not surprised the very first episode required the contrived intelligence deprivation of all the characters involved.

For starters, of course Gabriel didn’t use the Rabbit miraculous with a given plan, he was already obsessively giggling about getting the jump on Ladybug and aimlessly targetting their miraculouses even though time travel is hella OP and we coulda seen an attempt at using one of the most dangerous miraculous in place of making a sacrificial wish.

Oh yeah, speaking of sacrificial wish, unless eng subs are failing, Sass outright states it as a life sacrifice. Nothing abstract like “emotional value” the recipient may hold towards an object, personality, or memories. It’s a life for a life. Not as cool or nuanced as Equivalent Exchange, but was there any expectation for that…?

Anyways, had to watch 22 minutes of the grand equivalent of a Scooby Doo chase sequence across doors and hallways. And the heroes had so many opportunities to get the other miraculous — specifically crucial that they should’ve prioritised the Rabbit and Dragon miraculouses, since Gabriel pulled Air Dragon on them twice. There were several instances where he was tied up and the heroes just circle him and talk.

I feel like with the early seasons, Ladybug and Chat Noir were a lot more effective at acting without needing to exchange any dialogue. Like the way they were able to speedrun the mini villains back in Kung Food. Also every instance Ladybug didn’t just use her yo-yo to pull the staggering, wheezing Gabriel back to them was secondhand cringe.

It’s really impressive how obnoxiously close everyone was to each other, yet everyone seemed to be in no hurry. If the heroes wanted to end Hawkmoth once and for all, I really feel like Ladybug could’ve gone harder and taken back all the miraculouses that Gabriel (who is now full on autopilot mode) fuckin wore on his person.

Also the new hero designs were atrocious, I’m sorry. You’d think Rabbit and Cat miraculous could look good, but that’d require creativity and/or decent attempts at creating colour palettes unique to the individual. But we’re stuck with light blue being the main colour influence to anyone who uses the Rabbit miraculous, as with all other miraculouses. So uglyass neon cyan with black, cuz everyone knows neon goes great with black. Not to mention the terrible looking bunny ears, but I’ll try and pull back from that. The bunny and dog combined didn’t even try to incoorporate the look of the dog it’s hilarious. Why is everyone who wears the dog fated to either look bad, or lame?

Gabriel for the majority of this episode is so infuriating, there’s no nuance to him since… season 1 maybe? But then again, his dignity was already put in question all the way back in Simon Says. Uptight, arrogant headass got himself almost committing suicide, yet the old man never learns.

Gabriel could’ve done something with that drive, and whatever it was, would’ve been more significant to the viewers if we were… idk… introduced to what the drive was??? I couldn’t give two shits about what it could’ve meant. I knew he wasn’t even questioning it, he was gonna go straight for Ladybug and Chat Noir even when going after them is the equivalent of throwing your head into a brick wall the umpteenth time and expecting different. He deserves no salvation. He chose to continue fighting a losing battle of wits with teenagers, over the potential higher chance of salvation for his wife, and Nathalie.

I’m glad Nathalie berated and basically abandoned him at the end, his path is not even an effectively evil one. It’s incompetent, hard-headed, and unsympathetic. He’s a sad dumb little manchild. He isn’t even fun to root for cuz he can’t outsmart or think critically for shit. Ladybug and Chat Noir aren’t doing any better in that department honestly.

Man, the moment Felix walked Gabriel through to an advantageous point, Gabriel tripped down a flight of stairs, and just kept tripping harder. The season finale was a “I’m ready to give everything I’ve got for this mission. I will risk it all” and Evolution being the byproduct of that, and he’s now just “Well, I didn’t think past this point. What now?”

He’s as directionless as a headless chicken. Felix please come back, the story can’t progress with the sluggish rate of the main characters… You need to wheelchair Old man Gabe into his own victory again.

#my posts #this isn’t art #ml s4 spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #evolution #time travel shenanigans #everyone should leave this toxic idiotic man #i’m concerned over the parallels i was able to draw from gabriel taking the same route that keeps failing him #with how adrien went about using second chance with the snake miraculous #i hope to god adrien doesn’t end up as dumb as bricks like his old man to pull that amount of bullshit on everyone and himself #anyways take care #miraculous ladybug #gabriel agreste

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mikuplushes · 2 years

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nick im dying to know your thoughts on elsewhere

completely unfiltered here i go!

first some praise

skeleton is the best song on the album and one of my favorite sio songs of all time

magic 8 fucks!!!!!!!!

playing with bad luck is one of their all time best songs. fucking visceral

i think people who don’t like why do i are just allergic to pop music and probably don’t like upside down. it’s so much fun!!!! serotonin machine sound-wise!!!! also cody’s strongest vocal moment in any sio song he’s fucking AWESOME

simply by the title, taste of the good life feels like it wouldnt be that good of a song but i REALLY like it, it’s so fun to listen to

i like it less than i thought i would but it has definitely grown on me since the release

who’s in control was a risk but it’s really cool to see them make a song that sounds like that!!! i like it

catch a break sounds different than i thought it would from that one thing cody posted and i liked it less than i thought i would but that hasnt stopped me from still becoming violently attached to the lyrics so i still REAAAALLY like the song

and now some criticisms

not a huge fan of the color scheme and the album cover is a little bit ugly fjjsd

i think they chose to do a multiple-color scheme instead of just one color as they previously had as like a symbolic theme and because everyone kept trying to guess which One color they’d want to do but they coulda chosen better colors 😔

i think aesthetically they tried to be unique and unintentionally ended up doing the opposite bc literally one time i walked into forever 21 and looked at the clothes went “wow welcome to elsewhere i guess”

maxx really could have come up with more of his own ideas but he did a bit of borrowing without crediting,,

the lore thing they’re trying to pull is not clearly organized and hard to follow unless you’re deep into it, which a lot of fans don’t have the energy to do. it’s hard for an average fan to consume like surface-level. plus the way they’ve been pulling it out so gradually it was quick for people to lose interest in the concept. the fact that three seemingly characters didn’t show up until the third music video was not a good decision. there wasn’t enough to hold a lot of people’s attention up to that point

loose cannon had the potential to be even better than it already is, it could have gone even harder! no i will not elaborate on this one but it is still one of my favorites on the album it gets me GOING

them + their label thought elsewhere would be more successful than this but also like. so did i! but they’ve been uh. making some interesting decisions lately and idk who’s influence it is but some fans are definitely feeling alienated by it, myself included

most sio ballads arent my personal cup of tea because im just generally not a fan of ballads and better than this is my least favorite thus far sorry not sorry

peekaboo needed more drums in the verses. more energy. vibe-wise it feels like the hourglass of the album and i have the same criticism for hourglass. i love the lyrics tho

not a fan of as good as it gets oops

ok i think thats just about everything. it sounds pretty harsh toward the end there huh gjdjskwk i still like the album though

#i have been too nervous to say a lot of this on twitter lol i have been thinking about it tho #twitter scares me and ive started distancing myself from sio fans #most of my twitter followers are sio fans tho #oh whale #i also quit being a mod recently

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 5 months

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Heart’s Choice - Chapter 19

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

John frowns at me and blinks and the glow in his eyes is gone so quickly he could easily convince me I imagined it if he wanted to.

The rest of what I saw is harder to explain.

"So, seriously, what is this?" Becky, the ex-wife asks. "Is he your roommate or something?"

"No," John says, still looking at me. "It's exactly what you thought the first time."

"Oh... Really? I didn't know you swung both ways."

She eyes me with sharpened curiosity.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me? And why does he look terrified?"

She takes a few steps closer and peers at me with a frown.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Becky, wait downstairs," John growls. "This doesn't concern you."

Becky shifts her attention to him and crosses her arms stubbornly.

I suppose I should take it as a good sign that she seems absolutely undaunted but then again, she could be even scarier than John, for all I know.

"Fine. But you better have a good explanation. I see too much shit like this in my job to turn a blind eye."

She turns on her heel and marches back downstairs.

John's shoulders slum, and when he looks at me again, his expression is guarded but softer than before.

Still, as he closes the gap between us and stands in front of me, so close I can feel the heat of his body, I turn my head aside and shut my eyes.

"Carlos. Look at me."

He rests his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

"What are you?"

Still clad in my towel, I shiver as much with suppressed emotion and adrenaline as with cold.

John takes my hand.

"Come here."

He tugs gently, leading me towards his room.

I resist briefly, fearful that I've been lured into some strange trap but his gentleness wins me over.

"Sit down." He points to his bed.

I obey.

He bends and opens a drawer built into the frame beneath it and pulls out a set of soft garments, checkered pajama bottoms, a t-shirt, socks and a sweater.

So that's where he keeps his clothes.

He sets the pile beside me.

"Put those on and wait for me here. I need to get rid of Becky. Then, we'll talk."

"Becky... Does she know... about that?" I nod towards the closet.

My voice is little more than a rough whisper but I don't dare speak louder just yet.

"No. No one knows. No one who isn't like me, anyway."

"Like you?"

He rubs a hand over his mouth.

"Carlos, I've no right to ask you to trust me and I won't. Trust has to be earned. All I can say is, I never intended to deceive you. All of this just... happened and I haven't had time to figure out what to do about it yet. Just give me a chance and I'll explain. You have my word."

Well, I did say he was a man of his word.

"What did Becky mean about seeing shit like this in her job?" I ask, my courage slightly restored.

"She works with the DA. Human trafficking, mostly. Someone bolting out of someone else's bedroom, naked and terrified, isn't a good look."

"I don't know about terrified," I say, my ego feeling a bit provoked.

"A little alarmed, maybe."

John's mouth quirks in a smile and the light returns to his eyes.

"Sure. We'll go with that."

He rises.

"Just give me a minute. Becky brought some papers for me. She coulda sent 'em by email but I think she misses the dogs. Relax and look around if you want. I've got nothing else to hide."

He leaves me and leaves the door open a crack, giving me the impression that I'm free to go if I want to.

I consider it for a moment, getting my stuff, sneaking out the back, calling an Uber and going to hide at Ian Foley's place.

Whatever John is, I'd have a bear and demon at my back and a whole pack of werewolves, if I asked.

'Whatever John is...'

As the thought replays in my head, a new one joins it, he could be a threat, not just to me but to my friends.

For their sakes, if for nothing else, I need to find out what's what.

Dressed in his warm clothes, which carry his strangely intoxicating scent, I sit at his desk and take my time looking through the file on my mother.

Most of it is incomprehensible to me, written in the format and language that law enforcement agencies use to talk among themselves but it's mostly the timeline that interests me.

They were following leads for years after I thought they'd given up.

The whole reason Aunt Toni moved us to Oregon was because that's where the trail went cold or so we'd thought.

This says otherwise.

After Oregon, there's a report from Washington state, then New Mexico, then Maine.

It makes no sense and it tells me that if my mother was or even is still alive, she didn't want to be found.

I lose track of time, staring at the puzzle before me but John knocks softly on the door when he returns so as not to startle me.

"Sorry. That took longer than I thought it would."

He keeps his distance and sits on the edge of the bed, while I spin his office chair to face him.

"Is she gone?" I ask, unsure if I should feel relieved that we're alone.

"Yeah," he smiles. "She knows me."

"You're still fond of her."

"Sure," he says easily. "Becky's my best friend."

I frown.

"Why'd you separate, then?"

"That's what you're leading with?"

He huffs a laugh.

"All right. I did say I'd explain everything."

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

"It was a... 'marriage of convenience.' Becky's parents are from China, and very traditional in their views. She has no interest in marriage but they wouldn't leave her alone about it. Meanwhile, the closer you fit to society's norms, the less you're scrutinized and I had an interest in blending in. It suited us both but over time, we realized it wouldn't work. We weren't in love and never would be and we were tired of pretending otherwise. So we split and when my brother died and left me this place, I asked to be reassigned."

"Reassigned... by the police?"

He shakes his head and nods at the closet door.

"You saw what's in there, didn't you?"

I nod.

He rises and crosses the room, opens the door and sweeps his gaze around the interior.

He steps through, then returns holding a battered shoe box, which he sets on the desk in front of me.

"I been digging through your past. Only fair I let you dig through mine."

He lifts the top off the box, revealing a small stack of papers, on top of which rests a photograph.

In it, a smiling family, a mother, father, an older boy and two younger children, stand in front of the castle at Disneyland.

Judging by the style of hair and clothes, I'd guess it was taken about thirty years ago.

"That's my parents, my older brother, my little sister and me," he says.

I study the picture.

"Okay, but why are you showing me your old vacation shots?"

"This is the last picture I have of us all together. A few weeks later, my brother left for college. A few months later, my father, mother and sister were dead."

"How?"

He sighs and picks up the picture.

"My dad traveled a lot for work, all over the world. Don't know where he got infected but by the time got home, it was too late. He killed my mom and my sister. He would have killed me, too, if David hadn't shown up and killed him first."

"David? Who's David?"

"A vampire hunter and a vampire himself... as he would say 'one of the lucky ones.'"

Wide-eyed with alarm, I touch the spot on my shoulder where he'd bitten me.

"Is that what you are?"

He shakes his head.

"I'm infected but not turned. David found a way to control it, to stop the infection from taking hold but it has to be caught early and it doesn't always work. He'd been tracking my dad, hoping to catch him in time. Instead, he found me as I bled out. My dad hadn't bitten me, you see, he'd just clawed my throat. David took a chance. He knew if he infected me, the infection would save my life. He also knew he might have to kill me anyway, on the other hand, if I survived, he'd have a very motivated protégé."

"That doesn't sound entirely altruistic," I venture.

John laughs softly.

"It was, and it wasn't. David isn't human, hasn't been for a long time and he doesn't see things from a human perspective. On the other hand, his entire purpose is to protect humans from 'our' kind and to protect our kind from humans."

"I thought you said he was a vampire hunter?"

John sets the picture back in the box.

"He is. He's never been able to isolate it but David's theory is that vampirism is caused by an elusive retrovirus, one that rewrites the host's DNA. Sometimes, the process results in someone like David, nine times out of ten, it results in a mindless monster, like my dad. David is part of a small, global organization of like-minded individuals who keep the monsters in check and the humans in the dark. You can imagine there wouldn't be much of a distinction between 'good and bad' if people learned vampires are real."

He glances at me.

"Speaking of, you don't seem as freaked out by that as you should."

I shrug and pick up the photo, holding it next to the one of me and my mom.

"I talk to ghosts and get possessed by demons, remember? I grew up with this shit."

He grunts noncommittally.

"I'm more freaked out by this."

I gesture at my mom's file.

"Why are you looking into it?"

"Vampires aren't all I hunt," he says, confirming my suspicion. "Rogue werewolves, feral shifters, the odd warlock or power-hungry sorcerer. We stay out of intra-community conflict, supernatural on supernatural violence isn't our concern but when humans are the target, we've got a case. Anything the human authorities aren't equipped to handle or the shit we don't want them messing in."

"What about demons?"

"Sometimes."

"What about my mom?"

He rubs the back of his neck.

"After you told me about the Feasts, I did some digging. The last documented case I could find, three murders that matched the description you'd given and occurred within the right time span, happened about twenty years ago, close to the town where you grew up. Your mother went missing about a week later."

"What?" I look up at him sharply. "No. There's no way Aunt Toni wouldn't know about something like that and she'd have mentioned it if she did."

"Are you sure about that?"

I frown up at him.

"Yeah. Why are you asking?"

He sighs, crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed again.

I rise and approach cautiously, standing in front of him.

"John? What aren't you telling me?"

"When you told me your aunt hadn't replied to your messages, I thought it was odd. Not unheard of for estranged family members not to speak but odd given how highly you speak of her otherwise. So, I asked the local sheriff to do a wellness check."

Heart in my mouth, I take a step closer almost involuntarily.

"And?"

"And she's gone. Her garage looks like it's been empty for weeks, if not months. The sheriff is investigating and has agreed to keep me informed of everything he finds. I'm sorry, Carlos but it appears that Antonia Martinez is missing."

"Whoa, whoa," I hold up my hands. "You think Toni has something to do with this?"

"No but I think it might have something to do with her. And with you."

I stare at him, no doubt with the wild, frightened look of a cornered animal and he rises and approaches me slowly.

As he does, his eyes shift color and glow with reflected light again, making me wonder how Becky never noticed there something a little different going on with him.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'll protect you if you let me and we'll do everything we can to find your aunt. In the meantime... there's one other thing we need to talk about."

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pinkseas · 11 months

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[parasocial bestie] I HAVE TO BE FRFRFR WITH U IT TAKES JUST AS MUCH PRACTISE. AS WRITING I THINK. altho with my current experience in Writing thats not walls of texts of Ramble and Self Indulgence i be thinking writers wud have it harder esp vocabulary.... like man how u words how do u get the pacing right YOU DID GOT IT SO RIGHT HAVE U ANY IDEA REREADING UR TWO SILLY FICS + VIOLENCE FIC STILL GETS ME IN TEARS or i am just that of a sucker to specific emotions in general SKDFJHSDKJFH LIKE IDKKKKK like holy facken shit it took u a decade and my first attempt at just Writing even 500 words it felt like forever...... turns out intense eyeballing on chunks of words in great fics do not work like i do to improve in art nods nods [takes notes] yes that is my only way of even Understanding how art works LMAO

"words of someone who would KILL to be able to accomplish this tone and such in So Many Fewer Words but who does Not Know How To Do That so ten hundred billion words it is" HAHRGKADFKSDJH I WONT STOP UUUU ALTHO ITS A BIG BEEG STRETCH I WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT YEW WITH MY LITTOL ANON HANDS SHIELD U WITH MY COOL ANON SHADES....... in these cases u shud not stop someone from burnout by blocking da way u shud JOIN THEM AND PUSH ON TOGETER AND DAS A MOTTO

NO BUT THAT SILLY GENUINELY MAKES ME A LIL SILLY A LIL UEUEUEUEUEUE i didnt expect that extra comment like srsly cus like UHUHUHUHU IM GLAD U THINK THAT WAY and i honestly think its either a natural response to me or not cus me with my own circle of close friends we'd always support each other in ways it's on equal respect depending on what need to be treated like yknow?? altho by default we're all nice to the other its always a main thing not to let another person's slip ups slide, bad moments carry them away or get our egos inflate so hard so that sort of morals we had tgt kinda ingrained on me to treat any other person like dat like its normal... im nawt gonna lie to u i used to be Way more insensitive and impulsive before and our exchanges coulda been wildly different if it werent for my own besties and it helps me gather!! more besties out of my safe space!!! LIKE YEAHGHHHHAHHHH KDSJFHSDKJH AND IT GOT ME TO U!! AND I WANNA BE GENUINELY NICE AND SUPPORTIVE TO U WHEN I CAN EVEN BEHIND THESE LIL ANON SHADES!!!!!!!!!!! cus its always been. a normal human thing 2 do. like yknow. and i am not gonna keep contradicting myself when dats something id want to influence on my stories and silly lil brainrots too anyways i also got a lil silly but idc ilysm <333333333333333 AND U DESERVE ALL DA KINDNESS FROM ME AND ALL UR BESTIES TOO :muscle_arm: x2743573495 cus i am sending this ask thru pc sob

vocabulary 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 my bestest friend my worstest enemy im so srs it is Everything to me and also i cannot stand it. horrible. awful. beautiful. perfect.

YOU CANT JSUT TELL ME YOU RTEREAD THEM ILL FUKINGCCG EXPLODE OH MY GODFDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD i need to write violence fic part 2 and maybe even a part 3 where its not the same little world and the violence is scaramouche himself hunting dottore down ohhhhh that'd be so lovely but also i dont think im good enough or creative enough with gore to do that thought justice im gonna be SO fr. YOU CANT JUST SAY THEY GET YOU IN TEARS I WILL FUKCVINFG EXPLOFDE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dies. dies. dies. anyways. i will never forget being like 11 or 12 years old and roleplaying warriors cats on my kindle <- genuinely my introduction to writing for fun outside of just school stuff. i wrote for YEARS and then i all but stopped writing for Also Years to the point where i genuinely thought i just. couldnt do it anymore. gone. i barely managed anything no matter what i tried and i got sooo frustrated and also just didnt really enjoy it? but thats bc my mental health was fucking horrific and the better i started doing the more i started really writing who would've thought LMAO no bc like 2?? years ago ??????? id basically given up !!!!!!! and then there were a couple tiny fics and then photosynthesis and i was like oh. i Can still write and i Do still have so much fun with it. and now i am unstoppable amen

writing is weird bc reading fics CAN help but i think reading books helps better? and its this constant state of like. ive heard with art that tracing genuinely helps, ofc you cant claim it for your own or anything but there's that sort of muscle memory and learned proportions and the practice of doing the same thing over and over again i think is a good thing? i think ??????? and in writing you rly cant copy anyone word for word and get anything out of it, it doesnt teach you anything it doesnt get you any further there's no sort of muscle memory connected with it. but what ive done a lot is looked at writing i rly loved and been like. okay so if i wanted to do this how would i accomplish it? i cant guess other writers thought processes but i can figure out how id reach a similar end goal ig ?? and in my own writing if im failing to accomplish what i want its a matter of ok, what DO i want, what if i change pov, what if i change the setting, what if i change the circumstance, etc etc which i think you could probably do the same thing in art if smth felt off or wasnt looking right ?? maybe ??? idk at this point my writing is a massive patchwork quilt of countless other authors and fic writers and a surprising amount of my own experience and ive noticed a lot of repeating elements in my own writing whether fics or original content and i dont really know How i got here but here i am. and ON TOP OF THAT actually seeing fanart ALSO helps my writing because ill see an expression or design or setting or anything that i really love and immediately start thinking of how to describe it in words yknow ???

im literally rambling so much today this is so fucking awful. awful day for the pinkseas community or at least pinkseas herself god help me

JOIN THEM AND PUSH ON TOGETHER............ UR LITTLE ANON SHADES............................. crying shaking sobbing bawling ily so fucking bad :((((((((((((( /pos we r pushign forward Togehter...

my rly close friends and i are the same way its SO so so lovely, having that constant respect and support and helping each other grow and learn its soooo. dsfmgndfmgfd. and trust me i also used to be a lot more insensitive and impulsive than i am now but ive learned sm and my own friends have helped sm and !!!!! we are soooooooo handshake emoji rn 10 million handshakes for us

UR SENDING IT ON PC AND IM ANSWERING ON PC </33333333 no bc organizing my thoughts on my phone is the worst ever but on my pc i dont have a bunch of heart emojis to spam at my fingertips its so sad....... sometimes when i rly wanna include them ill save as a draft and just put the emojis in and post it on my phone LMAO

#parasocial bestie tag #I WAS GONNA DELETE LIKE HALF OF THIS AND THEN REMEMBNERED WHAT U SAID ABT DELETING STUFF #and like this isnt rly writing thoughts or ideas or anything so idk if it coutns but #i am Strong i will Not delete my silly rambling i will simply press on

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brokeass-dumbass · 11 months

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I think we in the very online queer community missed out on an excellent opportunity to be insufferable trolls in a cathartic sense, by failing to get super annoying about hetero ships in the same way very vocal conservative or ignorant straight people can get super annoying about gay ships.

"Why can't they just be friends?"

"There just aren't enough platonic m/f friendships in media that don't get weird about it!"

"Do they have to fuck? That's ace erasure. "

Etc.

Yeah I know it was because we're mostly nice people who don't want to catch our bi friends in the crossfire.... but c'mon, they'd probably have been down for it too. Queer solidarity, right??? We coulda gone even harder with it, together--

"Why are they always monogamous?"

"I just see them both as unappologetic dirty sluts, is all."

And my personal thought on the majority of m/f ships: "If they aren't wearing eachothers clothes frequently and proudly, are they really a couple??"

BUT the biggest reason I think we've missed the boat on this is the rise in trans/nb headcanons, and I DON'T want to step on those. That's a far healthier response to incessant hetero shipping than cathartic trolling would've been.

But in the heyday of cishets bombarding us with nonstop "BWUH BUT MALE FRIENDSHIP," and "DURR THEY'RE JUST GOOD FRIENDS," and the evergreen "HHHHHH BUT THINK OF THE CHILDRENNNNNN!!!" I can't help but wish I'd seen more of us trolling back with impunity.... I guess, tho, that it's always been difficult for us to imagine doing anything with impunity.

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 50

Sin City

Soooooo, thought I had given myself the day off yesterday…was apparently supposed to watch Fear Her. Gonna have to figure out when to make that up (will probably happen during the week in April that I’ve given myself off from Supernatural, and that’ll be good because it’ll be a week of all Donna episodes when I need it/the distraction). In fairness, I’ve given myself time off for most federal holidays, sooo 🤷‍♀️ ANYWAY

“Sin City”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: when you haven’t been to church in years, it’s hard to die in one. Ayyyyyy. Oh. Well, also have no intentions to do that…so, guess I’m okay?

Bobby’s so over these boys and the colt. But in a loving way

Obsessed with this hunter. Sure, seems pretty scummy, pretty sleazy, but he’s another breath of…not fresh air, more like a breath of too much drakkar noir, ya know? Track suit and fedora type

Awwww, I liked him. He was funnnnnn. Why’d the demon bartender have to kill himmmm??

Ruby. You asked Bobby to shoot you. Well. Told. WELL. Taunted him into doing it. All I’m saying is that he could have shot worse than your tshirt. Coulda been your jeans or leather jacket. T-shirt’s nothin

I love it when they think the wrong person is a demon first. Yeah, splash holy water on just some guy right after you broke into his office and roughed up his employee. Then back away apologizing because he’s just some dude. Love it

Well, this didn’t go as planned, did it, DEAN???

Where’s Sam gone now??

It’s weird to argue (in universe) against the existence of god or at least SOMETHING close to it when you’re a demon who just said that your higher power IS Lucifer. I’m not saying we have concrete evidence either way (in or out of this fictional universe) up to this point in the series but it does seem strange. I am enjoying this philosophical tête-à-tête between Dean and this demon

Okay but now she’s just straight up admitted god exists in universe, but she wanted him to not believe?! Get your shit together, girl

The Dick Cheney quip is so dated. Don’t get me wrong, he still fucking sucks, but I almost wish he was the worst we had to deal with these days (but that might be the goggles of ‘I was not as into anything political when I was in high school’)

I looked up the actor who plays this town’s priest, and…he’s not Matthew McFadden but he’s giving a lot of season one Tom Wambsgams energy. Anyway, Sam trying to tell him that Dean and the bartender “um, left…together” is faaaaantastic. Yeahhhhh I was kind of getting those vibes. Thought he might also be possessed

Why? Why would you give away that secret now?? There’s no reason. Sam BARELY suspects you. But also where tf did Bobby come from???

Oooo is Ruby gonna do some more demon slaying?

Wait. Wtf?? Between whatever they did to the colt to make it kill demons again and Sam’s cold bloodedness…I don’t like it

Ooooh don’t go lying to yourselves…

Well, at least Sam RECOGNIZES what he did was cold.

“Been On My Mind…”: nu uh

Ruby. You told Bobby to shoot you, he could have done done worse than the tshirt. Would be harder/more expensive to replace your jeans or leather jacket

I love when they think the wrong people are demons, so they splash them with holy water and….the confusion

Well, this didn’t go as planned, DEAN.

“Been On My Mind…”:

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #I had to overcome a lot (dinner and tumblr) to get this out

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Summer Break(down)

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, weed, breeding/forced pregnancy.

This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request: Lee + interrogation + breeding/forced pregnancy + “you think your father would still love you if he knew?”+ Reader is mayor's daughter and get caught by Lee) smoking weed , so she is forced to give her purity to him + Reader is a sweet innocent girl that refuses Bodecker's advances, which makes him very angry so he forcefully gets her pregnant in a fucked up revenge plot to ruin her life and leave her as the scarlet letter in town. Requested by anon and @jaceyneedsabetterusername

You puffed the smoke and coughed it up in a painful cloud. Your throat burned as the acrid taste stained your tongue. You held out the burning joint to Darla and she chuckled as she watched you struggle. She took a log drag and blew rings in the air and handed it off to Mia.

“A whole year at college and you ain’t never tried it,” Darla teased, “what are ya doin’ up there?”

“Studying,” you rubbed your throat and refused another hit as your eyes watered, “you know how my daddy is.”

“Your daddy ain’t livin’ on campus, is he?” Mia trilled, “perfect little mayor’s daughter with her purity ring.”

“Shut up,” you growled, “if I got caught I’d be expelled, okay? I’m here now tryin’ it, aren’t I?”

“Ain’t ya?” Darla mocked, “is that how you talk now? So proper.”

“Christ, what’s gotten into you?” you waved away the smoke as she blew it in your face, “you miss me that much?”

“Nah,” she gave the stubby joint to Mia, “you just actin’ like you’re too good for us now.”

“How so? I’ve been nothing but nice--”

“Nice and sweet and perfect,” Darla muttered, “you running back to your dorm in the fall and I gotta wipe tables down as the eat-in.”

You were quite as her resent bit deep into you. It wasn’t like you made the decision yourself, your daddy would have skinned you if you hadn’t gone up to the all-girls academy. He held a prestigious office, he often reminded you, and you were just another merit on his record. You needed uphold his reputation as if it were your own.

Mia snorted dryly and offered you the joint again. Her face dropped as an arm reached around you, her reddened eyes glossy as the dwindling smoke was taken from her. You turned and backed away as the sheriff waved the joint in front of him and sniffed the air.

“I knew I smelled contraband,” his jaw ticked and his brow lifted as he eyed the three of you, “and you,” he pointed at you, “of all the girls in town, it had to be you?”

You looked at Darla and Mia as they blinked at the cop. Lee Boedecker was known for his cruel-streak and no-nonsense tolerance. You knew him as the pudgy, old man who tried to buy you a drink as you still wore your graduation cap. You remembered that day and the odd episode, how he scowled and stomped away, shaking your father’s hand on the way out of the diner.

“All this shit you’re bringin’ down from the city, huh?” he flicked the joint to the ground and blotted it out with his sole.

“N-no, I--” you looked back and forth between Mia and Darla.

“You two,” he pointed at them, “you go on.”

“What?” Mia quivered, “but--”

“You let me deal with her,” he waved her off as he gripped his gun belt, “just lookin’ out for the mayor’s daughter.”

The other girls peeked at you and slowly backed away. You watched them fearfully and as they disappeared around the front of the building, you turned back to the sheriff. He tutted as he shook his head and came closer.

“Won’t that be a scene? Tellin’ your daddy what I found you doin’,” he snickered.

“I… I wasn’t, I only--”

“I don’t care what you was only doin’,” he snorted, “I don’t… have to tell him but you’re gonna have to convince me not to.”

You blinked at him and frowned. You weren’t sure of his meaning and you surely didn’t want to find out. You backed away and he caught your arm.

“Now where’d you get that stuff?” he looked down at the crushed joint.

“It’s not mine,” you quavered, “I swear--”

“No?” he swung you against the wall and knocked the air out of you, “you sure you don’t know, now?”

You shook your head fearfully. You wouldn’t say it Darla who rolled it and lit it but you weren’t going to sell yourself down the river either. He slammed his hand above your shoulder and rested his other on his pistol as he loomed over you.

“Which one was it then? Pretty little college girl…” he purred, “a good girl, tell me which one of ‘em had it.”

You shook your head and pressed yourself to the wall, “I don’t know. Please, sheriff--”

“Please, sheriff,” he unholstered his gun and raised the muzzle. He steadied it against your chin and pushed your head up, “it was just a drink, sweetheart.”

“Sheriff, I--”

“You think you too good for me ‘cause your daddy,” he dragged the gun down your chest and along your stomach, “‘cause he sendin’ you away to read books?”

“No, no, what are you--”

He shushed you as he pushed the gun lower and hooked it under your skirt. He shoved his hand under your skirt and poked your vee with the metal nosebarrel

“I’d hate to ruin ya like that,” he sneered, “but I s’pose up at that fancy college, you got some good use.”

You shook your head and trembled as tears pricked and your nose tingled. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss your forehead. He wiggled the pistol between your thighs.

“No? You think your little act works on me?”

“I-- sheriff, please, I never--”

“Hmmm,” he hummed and inhaled the scent of your hair, “you ain’t no good girl.”

You sniffed as the tears rolled down your cheeks, your heart beating wildly as you waited for him to pull the trigger. He prodded more firmly and lowered his voice.

“How about I drive you back to your daddy’s and discuss this with him?”

Your eyes rounded as his blue ones caught them with a vicious gleam. You sobbed and shivered.

“If-- If you gotta--”

“Come on,” he pulled his gun away and yanked you off the wall.

He marched you down the alley and pushed you into his cruiser. He slammed the door and dropped into the front seat. He leaned to one side as he holstered his gun and clapped his hand over the wheel. He looked at you in the mirror.

“You sure you don’t wanna tell me the truth?” he asked.

“I did--”

“No,” he interrupted you, “you shut up if you ain’t gonna tell me straight.”

He started the car and rolled down the street. You shrunk into the seat afraid that someone might spot you through the window. He steered through the town and headed up the hill to your daddy’s house. You watched the trees around you as his thick breaths were laced with heated mutters.

He pulled off halfway up and idled between a pair of elms, “you can still keep my mouth shut, sweetheart.” You blinked at the mirror and he turned and stretched his arm over the back of the seat. He grinned at you and licked his lips. “What d’ya think your daddy will do?”

You hung your head. Your daddy would be so mad he’d lock you up for the rest of the summer, or worse, pull out his old switch. Your lip quivered and you sniffed as you wiped your cheeks with your cuffs.

“You want me to tell him?” Lee asked.

You peered up through your lashes at him and shook your head. He nodded and killed the engine. The car jolted as he got out and slammed his door. He opened the back and bent to look in on your with his hand on the roof.

“Right then, on your back,” he ordered.

“What--”

“If you don’t want me to tell him, you gotta keep me quiet, now lay down, sweetheart,” he reached to his belt and unbuckled it with one hand, “it’ll be quick, promise, then you can go back to bein’ a good girl.”

“Sheriff,” you kicked yourself across the seat and lunged for the other door.

He caught your ankle and dragged you back. He flipped you onto your back and crawled over you, his weight suffocating as he posted his knees between your legs.

“That’s the thing, you can keep me quiet or I can make you scream and tell your daddy anyway,” he warned as he fought with your flailing hands, “it all goes the same way, got it?”

You stilled and stared up at him. It was as if he’d slapped you. Your eyes overflowed and he brought his hand up to trace the streaks with his thumb.

“You’re so sweet,” he ran his hand down to your dress and groped your through the fabric, “mmm, so sweet.”

You tensed as he pushed his hand between your bodies and lifted himself as he pressed his fingers to your cunt. He tugged your skirt up impatiently and rubbed along the front of your underwear. You turned your head and swallowed a sob.

“I woulda been nice, taken you out proper,” he pushed his fingers under the cotton and you gasped as he caressed your folds, “you coulda been a sheriff’s wife, you coulda made your daddy proud.”

He poked his fingers inside you so roughly you whimpered. He pulled them in and out even as your body resisted. He sank to his knuckles and squeezed until you cried out.

“Now you can take my bastard home to him,” he snarled and tore his hand out of your knickers.

He unzipped his pants and wriggled as he shimmied them down. Still trapped beneath his weight, you stared at the back of the leather seat as your tears hovered on your lashes. He grunted as he ripped your panties down to your knees. He stretched the cotton between your legs as he bent them and rested on the fabric.

Bent beneath him, you closed your eyes as he felt around your cunt. He pushed his knees against your ass and lined up with your entrance. You clenched as he prodded and struggled to get his tip inside of you. He swore and leaned heavily on the elbow planted beside your head.

“Now, don’t make this harder than--” He bucked into you so hard you hollered. He smothered it with his hand and held himself deep inside of you, “you weren’t lyin’ about the boys, were you?”

You squeezed your eyes tight and he wiggled until you squirmed. He pulled back and rammed back into you roughly, groaning as he did. He waited and did it again, each thrust reverberated up your spine.

“You think your father would still love you if he knew?” he rasped, “huh, what you think everyone will say? That whore went up to the city and got a child on her.”

“P-p-please,” you whispered as you pushed on his chest, “it… hurts.”

“Oh, it gon’ hurt, sweetheart,” he growled, “but it didn’t have to.” He hissed as he kept his hips moving, “you made it this way.”

“I can’t-- don’t-- I can’t have a ba--”

“You gonna have my baby,” he sneered and hooked his arm under you, “you gonna carry me with you the rest of your life,” the car shook with his movement, “it was only a drink, sweetheart… one drink.”

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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— WOKE UP IN VEGAS WITH A STRANGER: PART TEN

❝ HONEY BROWN ❞

“Atsumu, quit fucking moving,” You hiss at the man as he once again dodges your hands, causing you to miss: again. “If you keep doing this I won’t be able to take your measurements properly!”

“Well then good!” He hissed back, angrily rubbing at the spots you had poked him. “Maybe then they’ll send in someone that actually knows what they’re doing! How many times have ya poked me anyways? M’startin to think maybe yer doin it on purpose,” He glared at you.

You glared back, angrily pinching the needle in between your fingers. “Of course I know what I’m doing. I didn’t get hired for nothing!”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“What was that?”

“Nothin- OW! Goddammit woman!”

“How’s everything going in here?”

Both you and Atsumu freeze as the President sticks his head in the room, smiling brightly at his designer and his top player.

Clearing his throat, Atsumu forced a fake smile on his face and no-so-gently nudged you to do the same. “We’re doin’ fine, Mr. President. Y/N was actually just about to finish up.”

You grit your teeth. “Yeah, almost finished. We’ll be ready for photoshoots in no time!” You tell him, referring to the seemingly endless photographers and set-ups that were waiting just outside.

He grinned. “Well that’s great! Bokuto, Sakusa and Hinata are already done. Just waiting on you son,” He told Atsumu, and the latter nodded before turning to you and glaring the minute the man was gone.

“Hear that? Yer holdin me up!”

“If you don’t- it’s your fault for not standing still!” You curse.

Atsumu rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Just finish up so I can get out of here.”

“Gladly.”

You try your best to ignore him as you work around his frame, ignoring his lean muscles too and focusing on your work. Above you, Atsumu watches you and pretty much complains about every move you make. But he can’t deny- he’s actually impressed at how good you are at this, and a little intrigued about your work.

He wants to ask how exactly you’re so good at this -even when he knows he’s being difficult- but something is holding him back. He’s biting his tongue and he doesn’t know why, choosing to annoy you than to ask genuine questions.

It gets harder though, when you have to stand on a stool in order to get around his neck. Now, you’re practically eye-to-eye and you accidentally make the mistake of glancing at Atsumu’s.

They’re hazel, or honey brown, you can’t really tell in the light. Either way, you can’t deny that they’re captivating and you can see how drunk you would be enticed by him. However, you try to ignore that thought as you hesitantly look away, pushing away the pounding feeling in your chest.

Atsumu though, notices.

“Quit starin at me like a creep,” He comments softly, an odd sensation flowing through his veins. It was almost like...he was nervous under your gaze. But that was ridiculous, right? It was you after all.

Just you.

“Nobody’s looking at you. Get over yourself,” You roll eyes and lean away.

Atsumu almost smiles.

Yeah, it’s just you alright.

He doesn’t know what it is, but for the rest of the measuring both of you are oddly quiet. No insults, no bickering. You just...work in silence and Atsumu let’s you, standing still perfectly and allowing you to finish without any trouble.

“There. All done,” You move away when the last measurement is done, hiding your face by turning your back. You do it because you’ve just been caught staring for the fifth time- but so has Atsumu.

He clears his throat as he loosens up and slips on his new jersey.

“Uh...t-thanks,” The words come out stuttered, not like Atsumu at all. He avoids your gaze even though you’re not looking at him, and hastily makes his way to the door.

“You’re welcome,” You whisper quietly, just as he exits the door. Not at all like yourself.

And you have to remind yourself to start acting like it as you slowly pack up your stuff, wondering if his eyes really were honey brown- or was it just your imagination.

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Y/N learned to sew at age 4

She used to get together with Kita’s grandmother on Sunday’s to have tea and sew :)

Atsumu’s eyes are in fact honey brown

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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years

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Pirate au pt 3

gwyn watched as the shadowsinger pulled into the harbor next to her own ship.

she had two thoughts as she stared at the ship. 1. it was ugly as fuck. the whole dark thing was so overrated and overdone. the ship was black as a raven. and it was all black. gwyn scoffed in disgust, their captain had terrible taste. her second thought was she was going to slit every single throat on that ship.

it seemed nesta had the same thought. not only had she pulled out her katanas but she was sharpening her dagger and had a pistol in front of her. gwyn’s saber was in her hand and she slipped her own dagger from her sleeve.

emerie appeared from the shadows and stopped them in their tracks.

“get the fuck out of my way or I will use this on you.”

“I am going to ignore that.” emerie responded “Look I want to destroy them as much as you but remember your ship rules.”

gwyn took a breath a repeated them to her “1. money 2. revenge 3. loyalty”

“and money..” she said waiting for gwyn to finish

“overrules revenge” she said begrudgingly. gwyn was a lot of things but she was not a hypocrite. “and to get to the money we need their help.”

“exactly” said emerie. what would gwyn do without her emotional rock.

“well good luck trying to get nesta to put those swords.”

“already on it.”

gwyn made her crew stay to their dismay as she walked onto the dock.

the captain of the shadowsinger wasn’t there. so she stood against a cart and waited impatiently. not even a moment had a passed when she was turned around and pressed up against the wall with a dagger against her throat.

gwyn smirked. so it was that kind of day.

she hated to admit it but he was beautiful. she bet his hazel eyes and dark hair made people weak in the knees. gwyn would know, she tended to have the same affect on men and women.

even in the dark she saw the scar that cut across his sharp jawline.

“what’s stopping me,” he pressed the knife harder against her throat “from dragging this blade across your pretty little neck and leaving you bleeding out in an alley” gwyn laughed, oh this was going to be so much more fun then she orginally had thought. “you’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble and now.” he whispered “now you’re going to burn”

gwyn let the dark haired pirate talk. if she was being honest, she was slightly turned on, but he would never know that. gwyn yawned finally tired of this charade

she waited until his grip loosened a fraction and then headbutted him. the pirate was stunned so she twisted the knife from his hands slipped her own knife out and shoved him against the wall, pressing one against his throat and the other right in the soft spot between his ribs. “you would like my first mates sister, she also has a flair for the dramatics.”

“now would you like to be civil or am I going to. what was it you said?” she winked “oh right drag this blade across your pretty little neck and leave you bleeding out in an alley?”

he said nothing instead he kicked one foot behind the other releasing yet another blade and held it to her heart.

gwyn smiled “good now were even.” they both retracted their respective blades at the exact same time.

“now explain to me why I am refraining from killing you at this moment, majesty”

“oh yes very classy, make fun of my ships name while yours looks like a damn sewer.” he looked slightly offended so she kept going “what is it with men and black? did your mommy not give you enough attention so you turned all dark and sad” she mock pouted at him

“can it your ship is the equivalent of a my little pony”

“at least we are original. I earned my reputation, when others see the lilac sails they either cower in fear or they get cocky” she smiled fondly at the memories “and boy do I love when they get cocky” she shot him a look “well you should know since I had you with your tail between your legs within seconds”

“good to know I can now check off two of the rumors as correct”

“you’ve heard of me, I’m flattered”

the captain ignored her “that you arrogant as fuck and” he paused and gave her a once over that was rude beyond all measure “and you are absolutely insane”

“I coulda told you that” she winked at him “all you had to do was ask.”

“I am this close to sewing your mouth shut and dumbing you in the harbor”

“but what would be the fun of that?” gwyn was seriously enjoying playing with him, serves him right for shoving a dagger to her throat as a greeting. “and besides, don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“if you don’t get to the fucking point soon your crew is going to be following a trail of your guts across all 7 courts”

she waved him off “threats here daggers there. blah blah blah you truly do lack any creativity. my quartermaster could help you out with that you know.” he was starring daggers and she could tell he was getting impatient to a point where he might actually follow through on one of his threats “ok ok relax. have you heard of the huge hall?”

“I don’t buy it”

“so you’re a skeptic good to know, well anyway have you heard of elain archeron?”

“the witch? sister of that assasin who is a giant pain in my ass?”

“seer but that would be the one yes. well I know her from a while back and she owes me one.”

“a favor from a witch, definitely would like to shoot you in the head but I gotta admit that’s impressive.”

“well It helps when you’ve fucked her.” the shadowsinger’s captain cheeks turned slightly pink, hardly noticeable to the average eye but gwyn caught it and smirked. “now that we are on the same page may I continue with my proposal or are you going to start drooling again.”

he didn’t respond so she took it as a yes. “well I have it confirmed by the seer that if I want any chance of getting the huge hall I need your help. so I have a blank map.” gwyn was taking a risk by offering up this information. “and a crew who lives on blood sweat and money ready to become rich”

“I’m saying we help each other out. split it 50/50 and then when all is said and done I’ll kill you for ruining the vallahan job” she said simply

“what’s stopping you from betraying me once you have what you need?”

“I’ll tell you what,” gwyn paused in suspense “I will make you a bargain” she saw the subtle signs of shock on his face. his pupils dilated, his breath hitched and his mouth opened slightly before he fell back into his stone cold demeanor

“a bargain” he repeated and waited thinking it over before saying “state your terms”

“I nor any of my crew will betray you nor your crew. we will each share our resources and work together to find the huge hall. when we do find it we shall split it halfway between us and separate and will be allowed to harm each other to our hearts content.”

“you didn’t say anything about harm coming to my ship”

“well obviously, when I burn it, it will be a great service to us all” gwyn thought it was hilarious and only slightly true but the captain did not seem to think so. “alright and no harm of your vessel will come by the silver majesty’s hand and vice versa. do we agree?”

He held out his hand and she took it and they shook. she could have sworn she felt sparks but blamed it on the bargain as a flash of light erupted where their hands met. and when the light was gone she had a new tattoo on her wrist.

“by the way I’d like to know the names of the people I work with especially those I’ve bargains with.”

“gwyneth, gwyneth berdara, you?”

“azriel.”

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devinetheory-2 · 2 years

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Theories of the Devine

When you were gone

I thought about you often...

I never thought my resolve

For you

would ever soften

Living in our unforgiven sins

Dreaming bout

the woulda coulda shoulda been

Forgetting to do the work

And us

is what it cost us...

And we're not one

to fuck with caution

Staying up all night

Trying to get right

Plus false pride

is how we lost us

No red tape

Ready to fall in

Had me convinced

That we were all in

Really don't want to "life" today

Is there any way

We can just call in

Then wondering why

there's no options

And there's nothing

in my wallet

We gotta eat

Starving aint how I envisioned

Me to end this life of mine

So we turned to a life of crime

after so much time

I guess you had forgotten

That he dont give up

he dont let nothing stop him

even tho his demons

keep him boxed in

used to get high

to keep from falling

Closer to God

unconvinced he hears me scream

But when we scream

we cant hear him calling

I thought that drugs

would make me forget

The times you lied to me

Then I thought sobriety

would solve

All my problems

So much work to do on me

Why even bother

Learned behaviors

Mentally unstable

Love is a fairies fable

Fucking movie prop dust

Not many learn to survive

When its do or die

When it was the world against

Just you and I

I dont need you to show me

I know the unholy

lies that hide behind

the mind of these

blue-eyed wanna be Sinatra's

So He broke you

But

I'm obnoxious?

I only confide and trust

in raw ones

we ride towards the Lost Son

yeah they might win some

but they might have just lost one

thinking one of my Offspring

already off sprung

inhale the sativa

prepare to cough lung

No use crying over lost funds

Don't believe the hype

It all comes back

And I always fall for their type

I always choose the wrong ones

Lately been Inconsistant with it

When it comes to my direction

With my career and these bitches

I'm on and I'm off one

This ship is not sunk

At least I can withdraw funds

getting high as the sky does

While I ride with my guns

I know acting out like this

Might lose its appeal

But I didn't get to brace myself

Before the truth was revaled

I Needed time to process

The prospect to heal

Witness indifferent to stop it

There is no logic in fear

You looking for me

I'm probably not here

Probably wishing on a star

For the words you'll never hear

You told me

you'd be my one

And I thought that

was awesome

I believed now I'm done

And I knew from day one

We had problems

But i thought together

We could solve them

Lately our talks

been getting darker

And our days been getting harder

All them other motherfuckers

are impostors

The context of our relationship

Probably decomposing in my locker

She wanna leave i can't stop her

She wanna cheat i cant stop her

Pointing out her wrongs only

Creates another monster

The real you confined in an outline of chalk dust

Nobody teach a lesson quite

Like the law does

We let it off the leash

Should probably call a doctor

Prolly need a shock collar

Prolly need another shot of vodka

Prolly should have kept me locked up

Probably should have called the cops up probably should accept the fact that I'm stuck

But being stuck with her

Is most times fun

Regardless of it all

Not too many out there like me

When I'm all in

Its for the long run....

-Devine Theory

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Surveillance Sucks

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Smut, fluff - NSFW 18+ Only!

Prompt: Oct 3 - Oral Sex

A/N: This is for HBC’s Kinktober! @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Surveillance sucked. Six days in and you still hadn’t gleaned the information needed. Luckily, your quarry was out for the day and it was Sam’s turn to follow them. Unfortunately, you were stuck in a tiny apartment with the biggest jackass you had ever met, Bucky Barnes.

Bucky had gone to check on the equipment and add a few more mics to the apartment across the alley that the two men you were surveilling stayed. Having the apartment to yourself you decided to indulge in one of the only luxuries of the place, a long, hot shower. You took your time washing, shaving, and just enjoying the pounding of the heated water against your body. After all, it was the only pounding you were likely to get any time soon. Sam having a girlfriend and Bucky being a jackass. Not that you’d mind banging Bucky. He was gorgeous, hot, sexy, and a lot of other words you could think of, but the first one that usually came to mind in regards to him was asshole.

You weren’t sure what it was about you that seemed to set him off every time you were nearby, but he clearly could not stand you from the beginning of your time with them. In the three months since, you’d learned to reciprocate his acerbic personality and sassed him regularly setting his teeth on edge each time.

You finish your shower, cover yourself in your favorite lotion, and wrap a towel around you. Opening the door, you see Bucky had returned.

“About fucking time.” Bucky mutters.

“Eat me, Barnes.” You sass as you walk to the bedroom. You are rummaging through your pack when the door swings open.

“What did you say to me?” Bucky glares at you.

“Eat me, jackass.” You flip him off before turning back to your pack.

“You shouldn’t make offers you won’t follow through with.” Bucky crosses his arms and leans on the jamb.

Reining in a smirk you say, “I don’t, Barnes.”

“You really gonna tempt me like that?” Bucky growls.

Slowly, you turn and eye him, “Yeah, I am.” Staring into his eyes, you drop your towel and put your hands on your hips.

Bucky is to you in a stride, grabs you by the waist, and throws you on the bed. His hands push your legs apart roughly and his mouth goes straight to your core.

“Fuck Bucky!” You shout as he runs his tongue over your clit. You grab his hair and pull him more firmly against you. He eats like a starving man, licking, sucking, tongue fucking, and occasionally nipping at you. You are dripping within minutes and Bucky slips two fingers in causing your back to arch. ”Oh, fuck, it’s good, Bucky.”

Bucky growls against you as he licks over your clit while fucking in and out of you with his fingers curled. The coil in you tightens as each sensation overwhelms your senses. You pull your knees up, spreading yourself wider for him. Bucky’s metal hand squeezes your ass as he laves over your clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” Your entire body jerks as the coil in you snaps and your orgasm washes over you.

When you come down from your high, Bucky is standing beside the bed staring down at you. Leaning up on your elbows, you look at him curiously. Realizing he’s waiting for you to make a move you sit up on your knees and look up at him. Grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, you say, “Strip. I want to see you.”

Bucky’s eyes stay on yours as he pulls his shirt off. You make quick work of his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. He pushes them off his hips and steps out of them. Your eyes rove over him. He’s even more beautiful than you imagined and his well-endowed cock is standing at attention only inches from you. Wrapping your hand around him, you bring your lips to his tip and run your tongue over it. He inhales a sharp breath and you lick the underside of his cock as you work him in and out of your mouth.

Bucky’s breathing is ragged, but he hasn’t touched you or said anything. It was time to break him. Relaxing your jaw you take his cock fully in and down into your throat. Your nose grazes him and it’s then he lets out a moan. You rock back and forth slowly, dragging out the pleasure.

“Jesus, fuck, Doll.” He grabs your hair and holds you against him. “Fuck, is that what you want? Want me to fuck your throat?”

You garble an indiscernible answer against his thick length. Pulling back, Bucky slides out of your mouth. “Wanna try that answer again?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck my throat. Keep giving me orgasms like that and you’re welcome to fuck me any way you want, Barnes.”

“Bucky.” He growls pulling your hair to force you up closer to his face. “Say it.”

“I said it earlier.”

“Say it again. Now.” His lips hover over yours.

“Bucky.”

He crashes his lips into yours and you readily open for his tongue. He dominates the kiss and you submit to him. Surprising him and yourself a bit. When you separate he looks you full in the face, “As much as I’d love to fuck your throat right now, I’d rather fuck you and watch this pretty face when you come all over my cock.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask wide-eyed.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous.” Bucky says, pushing you down on the bed. “So fucking gorgeous. Wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” Bucky grabs your hips and slides himself up and down your slit before stilling. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, I’m on the pill. Please.” You’re so worked up at Bucky’s confession that you can hardly contain yourself. Bucky smiles down at you and begins to push in slowly. “Bucky, please! It’s been too long. Please, I need it. Harder.”

“Are you begging me, Doll?” Bucky teases.

“Yes, fuck. Please!” You whine.

Bucky grabs your legs and drapes them over his arms before slamming into you.

“Yes!” You cry. Bucky’s thrusts are relentless and exactly what you needed after the dry spell you’d been in. Your hand snakes down to your clit, eager to hurry your orgasm along.

“So impatient.” Bucky chuckles batting your hand away and replacing it with his own. He wanted your orgasm to come from him and only him. It takes no time for you to near the edge and your moans increase as you do.“You gonna come for me, Doll?” Come all over my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes. Fuck, fuck!” You fall over that edge; your entire body going taunt as the pleasure jolts through you. Your walls clench around Bucky milking him of his own release but his eyes never stray from your face as he watches you break apart.

Wrapped in each other as you both recover, you can’t help yourself from asking, “So, why do you dislike me so much?”

“I don’t dislike you.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“New person. New situation, You flirted with Sam first.” Bucky shrugs as he admits his feelings quietly.

“Are you...are you kidding? I flirted with Sam first?” You giggle and roll on top of him. “Whoever I flirted with first, you were always my top choice.”

“Really?” A little insecurity showing through.

“Really. Maybe we can be a little friendlier to each other now?” You smirk.

“Maybe we can be a little more?” Bucky asks.

“I can work with that.” You smile as you lean in to kiss him. “Mmm, now I need another shower.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

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What Could’ve Been; Broken Hearts & Whiskey Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky finally starts trying to get his shit together but when you show up with another man it throws everyone for a loop.

Warnings: Angst! Overprotective Bucky, Pissed reader, Threats, womanizing character who gets what he deserves, Talk of the breakup, Cursing that Steve would be ashamed of, Tiniest bit of fluff but not really.

Word Count: 3,331

A/N: I’m finally backkk!!! I’ve been wanting to work on this series for some time now and I’m finally getting a bit of motivation to do so! I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2: Entire paragraphs of italics are flashbacks, single sentences of italics are internal thoughts, Bold italics are song lyrics. I used lyrics from the song What Could’ve Been by Gone West for this story.

Masterlist of Masterlists || Marvel Masterlist || Series Masterlist || Part 1

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**2 Months After Breakup**

Waltzing into the living room of the Avengers tower, you're met with a chorus of greetings from your adopted family. Despite you and Bucky being over you still spend time with everyone else- just when he isn’t around.

You haven’t seen him since you broke up and you’d like to keep it that way. Seeing him would just be more than you could handle; you already lost him so why remind yourself of it more often than you already do? But at the same time his absence from movie night is just as painful of a reminder- like a puzzle with a lost piece.

Snapping back to reality you give a halfhearted smile, joining Steve and Sam on the couch as Natasha hits play on ‘John Wick’.

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2 hours later you’re standing in the kitchen making snacks with Sam before the next movie starts. “That’s ridiculous, Sammy!” You giggle, watching the microwave timer count down until the popcorn is ready. “Bacon does not belong in ice cream.”

You hear him chuckle behind you as he empties M&M’s into bowls. “Bacon belongs in everything, sweetheart. You're gonna try it sometime or else...”

“Or else what, Sa-” You cut off as you turn around, frozen on the spot as you peer over

Sam’s shoulder.

“Hey, y/n,” Bucky whispers. Your gaze travels up and down the man you used to know, but he’s different. His eyes have bags beneath them from lack of sleep, his hair longer and more unruly than it was the last time you saw him. The stubborn jawline you remembered was replaced by a nervous clenched jaw. His eyes once so bright were now timid and dull; no longer holding the same sparkle that used to make you smile.

In an instant your expression went from a carefree woman with her friends to the girl who’s heart was shattered by the stranger before you whose face you used to know so well.

“Can we talk?” Bucky asks gently, his expression hopeful yet dreading.

“What are you doing here, James?” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself as Sam looks between you both carefully.

“I live here,” Bucky nearly scoffs.

“Barnes,” Sam warns, his shoulders tense as he glances at you worriedly.

“I don’t want to talk to you, James. I have nothing to say.”

“All you have to do is listen. Please, doll.��

Despite your best efforts to appear unbothered, the nickname shatters your false bravado. “Don’t call me that,” your voice breaks as tears cloud your vision.

“Excuse me,” you whisper, rushing past both men, ignoring Bucky’s call of your name and attempt to stop you.

“Let her go, man. You’ve done enough,” you hear Sam say as you flee down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door behind you.

Locking the door you turn on the faucet as the tears begin to fall and the suppressed memories rush back:

**2 Months Before Breakup* Flashbacks*

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?” You yelled, tears pricking your eyes.

Bucky sighed in defeat, his expression resigned and cold. “Can we do this in the morning?” His tone more of an order than a request as he turns his back on you and begins to walk down the hallway of your apartment.

“No, we can’t do it in the morning. You owe me an explanation. You were supposed to be here when my parents got here. You promised.” You sniffled as Bucky’s shoulders stiffened. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a good enough reason,” he mumbles before walking away.

I haven't stopped thinking about you

Has it really been this long?

Two years and an ocean between us

And I don't know where it all went wrong

I know I coulda kissed you harder

And yeah, you coulda followed through

Shoulda talked a little bit softer

But we meant every "I love you"

**1 Month Before Breakup**

Glancing around the restaurant you see no sign of Bucky. Checking your phone for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes, you sigh. Where is he? You’ve been here for an hour; waiting in your new dress for the man who hadn’t bothered to show. You’re getting tired of the pitiful looks the waitress and the other customers are shooting you. Polishing off your second glass of wine you open your phone: no new messages.

You’ve already sent Bucky 5 texts and called him 4 times; you're done.

Paying for the wine quickly you all but flee the restaurant, trying to hold back your tears. If you weren’t so upset you would probably laugh; laugh at yourself for being so naive to think he would keep his word. But you can’t bring yourself to laugh, not while your heart slowly shatters at the hands of the man who swore never to hurt you.

I don't know what this is or what it isn't

But it feels like we've got unfinished business

**2 Months Ago; AKA Week of Breakup**

“Hey this is y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now cuz I’m out livin my life! Leave it at the beep.” He hears your all too familiar voicemail through the speaker. He had helped you come up with it, you hadn’t known what to put on it. He kicks himself, knowing you weren’t actually out living your life, just dodging his calls. Not that he blamed you- He deserved it and he knew it. Calling again, he’s not surprised when he hears your voicemail again.

“Hey… Um, listen, I know I was supposed to be at your place after the mission… I just wanted to unwind with the guys and- Shit. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think you would mind that much, I’ll be over in a bit to make it up to you, okay?” He leaves the message and ends the call before starting his car and driving towards your apartment, guilt heavy in his stomach.

You listen to his voicemail over and over, a strange mix of rage and sorrow weighing on your heart.

Tears roll slowly down your cheeks silently as you lay curled up in a defensive ball on your bed, trying to block out the unmistakable sound of Bucky begging you to open the front door; “Babe, please open the door,” He says, fist resting gently against the frame. “I’m sorry- really, really sorry. Please let me in and we can talk about it,” He sighs, resting his head against the door in defeat. He could break the lock and go in. You both know that. But he wouldn’t do that to you- All that would do is make you fear him and that’s the last thing he wants. He slides his back down the wall til he’s sitting on the floor next to your door, his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair; Tears gathering in his lashes. He really messed up this time.

The next day you drag yourself out of bed, trying to forget last night and all the tears you shed. After a shower and breakfast, you head out the door for a coffee run before work. You stop in your tracks when you see Bucky still sitting there, eyes red from lack of sleep and regret written all over his face. He jumps up when you walk out, keys in hand, the door closing behind you. “What are you doing here?”

“I- I came to apologize,” he murmurs, looking in your eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you bite, moving to step around him but stopping when he steps to block your path.

“Bucky, I’m going to be late for work,” you say coldly, glaring at him. “Move out of the way.”

“Please doll, just let me explain-”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I understand perfectly, James.” You watch as he flinches a little at the use of his first name. You only use it when you're really mad or really happy, and it isn’t the latter right now. “You were too busy with your beer buddies to come see your girlfriend after being gone for three weeks, but what’s new? It’s been like this for months. I guess it was naive of me to expect something else this time.”

'Cause we left blood the on the tracks

Sweat on the saddle

Fire in the hills

A bullet in the barrel

Words never said in a story that didn't end

Looks like you're on the mend and I'm on the bottle

We folded our hands with money on the table

**Present Day**

All the broken promises, nights alone and tears came rushing back as sobs racked your body. Sliding down the door you rest your head between your knees, eyes screwing shut tightly in a useless attempt to stop the bittersweet memories and tears.

Little do you know that outside the door sat a man with tears clouding his vision as he listened to your muffled sobs on the other side of the door. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to turn back time and undo all of the agony he caused you and hold you like he's been wishing he could for the past 2 months. You were just on the other side of the door, separated from him by a few inches of wood and yet you had never been farther away. What did he do?

Tried moving on, but I keep coming back again

To what could've been

What could've been

Oh, what could've been

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Stumbling into your apartment you all but throw your keys and purse down before shuffling into the bathroom and turning on the hot water for a shower before turning back to the mirror.

The person you see looking back at you in the mirror isn’t who you remember- or at least not who you thought you were. The person you remember was carefree and happy; living in a dream with the love of their life. You don’t recognize the girl in the mirror with swollen, bloodshot eyes and shoulders that hold the weight of the world. What happened to the girl you used to know?

A single tear rolled down your cheek, leaving a mournful trail in its wake. Bucky. Bucky happened to that girl.

There had always been doubt hidden in the back of your mind; doubt that your beautifully woven reality would become nothing more than a tangled web of what once was and could’ve been, but you never thought it would end like this. You had imagined it being another girl that came between you, or perhaps his self loathing or the inadequacy you felt. Never did you think it would be the unexplainable, cold, unfeeling resentment that had taken over the gentle, sweet man you thought you knew. Where did it go wrong?

A couple more simple, "I'm sorry's"

A little less tryna be right

I wonder how many good mornings we wasted

'Cause we didn't say goodnight

One touch before we fell asleep

Just before our love was out of reach

Coulda been enough, coulda saved us from this loneliness

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“Steve?” Bucky calls out as he strides into the training room, the door banging shut behind him. Whirling around Steve clutches a hand to his chest. “Jesus, Buck! You scared the hell out of me!”

“I need your help,” Bucky demands, jaw set in a firm line and his eyes glittering with determination.

Steve runs a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. “Is this about Y/N and the other night? Because if it is I am not apologizing to the poor girl for you, so you can just-”

“I want her back.”

“You what?!” Steve exclaimed, his jaw dropping.

“I want her back- I need her back. And I need you to help me.”

“Damn it, Bucky. It’s been 2 months and you saw how she still feels about what you did. How are we gonna fix that?”

“I don’t know yet, Steve… But I have to try. Please.”

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Strolling into Tony’s party happily, you smile up at your date, your arm linked with his.

You greet Tony with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek before turning towards the sound of Natasha calling your name. Sashaying towards her you give her a hug before turning to give Thor and Steve one as well.

“So, who’s this?” Nat asks, gesturing towards your date who’s eyeing her unabashedly, his gaze dropping to her neckline.

“Oh, sorry! This is Jordan!”

You roll your eyes as Thor begins lightly interrogating him, but he doesn’t pay much attention, his gaze fixed on Natasha’s retreating form.

“Can we talk?” Steve asks, his hand resting gently on your forearm. Following him into a nearby corridor you give him a puzzled look. “Is something wrong, Steve?”

“Um, not exactly…” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, what is it then?”

“It’s about Bucky.” Seeing your irritated expression he holds up his hands innocently. “Wait a minute. Just hear me out, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Look, he’s been spiraling since you guys broke up; not eating, always working and out on missions constantly, and his nightmares are getting worse again.”

“Why should I care?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you don’t still love hi- Actually, fine, Y/N. If you want to pretend that you don’t care then that’s your problem. Just know that seeing you the other night? Changed something. He’s trying again, and I don’t want to see him lose that. So even if you want to tell yourself that it doesn’t matter to you, at least think about it for me.” Steve turned away, pausing for a moment. “Oh, and by the way? Seeing you here tonight with someone else isn’t gonna be good for anyone… But why should you care, right?”

Taken aback by Steve’s lack of usual patience, you can only watch as he walks off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you with mixed emotions and a hard decision ahead of you; what were you gonna do?

No matter how hard you tried to block out thoughts of Bucky they always managed to slip back in between the cracks in your shattered heart. Steve was right; you did care. But what were you supposed to do about it tonight? Especially about Jordan. Were you supposed to walk up to him and say ‘oh, by the way you have to leave because my ex is here and he may or may not rip your arms off? No, that wouldn’t work.

Racking your brain for a solution, you snag a glass of champagne from one of the passing trays, downing it in the hopes of drowning your mixed emotions - it didn’t work. Taking a deep breath, you start weaving between the sea of bodies towards where you left Jordan.

Spotting Thor and Tony you make your way towards them, smirking when you hear Tony arguing with Thor over… something.

“Where’s Jordan?” you ask, joining their small circle and trying to shake off your conversation with Steve.

“He was here a minute ago… I’m not sure though, kiddo,” Tony says, giving you a puzzled glance. “Speak of the devil, here he is!” Tony exclaims as you look over your shoulder to see a slightly ruffled Jordan walking towards you, his eyes holding an unnatural hazy look.

“Where were you?” You ask lightly, gaze raking his bedraggled form; his shirt slightly untucked, hair mused and lips pink.

“Oh um, nowhere. Just the bathroom.”

Accepting another glass of champagne, you push down the fury in your chest. You’d just taken a sip when an all too familiar figure came to stand beside you; a scotch glass in his hand and clad in an unfairly attractive black suit. “Hey Y/N, who’s this?”

Nearly choking on your drink, your eyes widen. “Bucky! What are you doing here? You hate these parties!” You say before you can stop yourself. Stupid. The offhanded statement would seem innocent to most, but to you- to you it was a reminder that you still knew him better than anyone else did, a reminder that you remembered all the nights alone together instead of at the noisy parties, a reminder that you still cared enough to remember.

You could see that he was thinking the same thing. “This is Jordan. My…” you faded off, not quite sure what to call him.”

“Date,” Jordan finishes for you, wrapping his left arm around your waist lazily, his hand traveling slightly further than appropriate for the first date. “But we’re keeping things loose, isn’t that right?” Jordan asks, glancing at you but not waiting for an answer. “And who the hell are you?”

Your eyes widen in shock, glancing back and forth between the two men; taking in Jordan’s cocky smirk and Bucky’s knowing look.

Bucky extended his hand, a malicious smirk on his lips and dark glint in his eyes as he took in the unprofessional state of Jordan- including the lipstick stain on his white button down- and the uncomfortable shift of your weight, leaning away from your sorry excuse of a date.

Jordan accepted the outstretched hand, wincing visibly and paling at Bucky’s iron grip. “Bucky Barnes,” Bucky offered, enjoying as the other man wriggled uncomfortably in his grip, his arrogance forgotten. His gaze lighted on Bucky’s metal arm, his eyes lighting with recognition and terror.

“Holy- you're the Winter Soldier! God man, I’ve heard so much about you-”

“An honor, I’m sure,” Bucky drawls, looking bored, his voice dropping an octave in warning. “Now get lost.”

You sputter defiantly as Jordan scurries off, his tail between his legs.

“What was that for?!” you fume,a fire burning in your eyes as you turn on Bucky.

“Oh c’mon. The guys’ been eyeing every other woman in here! He’s a douche! What was I supposed to do? Just let him feel you up after sneaking off with who knows what girl?”

“Who ‘feels me up’ is none of your concern anymore!”

“Come off it, Y/N! You didn’t even want him touching you! I was protecting you, so your welcome,” he huffed.

“I don’t need protecting, and I sure as hell don’t need you to protect me. So you can go fuck yourself, James. You can’t treat me like shit for months and then get mad when someone else does the same thing!” you snarl, spinning on your heel and storming off as Bucky watches you.

Bucky stalks across the floor, the crowd parting before him; not willing to get in the way of the 6 foot man on a mission. Locating his target- dancing with another girl no less- he grabs him roughly by the collar before pushing him against a pillar.

“What the hell, dude?” Jordan fumes, eyes locking on Bucky’s before he goes slack, his eyes widening in horror when he recognizes the former assassin.

“Every single thing you’ve ever heard about me is true, so shut up and listen closely,” Bucky growls, his arm braced against Jordans chest forcefully, a murderous glint in his eyes. “I expect you to do exactly what I say, and if you don’t, I’ll know. First, you are going to get your sorry ass out of here, and then you are going to send Y/N an apology text, telling her what an asshole you are, and that you don’t deserve to even look at her. Then, you are not going to get within 1,000 feet of her, and you are not going to text, call, or even think about her ever again, or I swear to God I will hunt you down, cut your balls off and shove them down your goddamn throat, got it? Nod if you understand. Good. Now. Get. Out.”

Releasing Jordan, Bucky watches as he falls to the floor before scrambling towards the door with the fear of God instilled in him.

“What the hell did you just do, Bucky?”

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