#dead men can’t catcall

[oh-shit-i-spilled-my-genderfluid]

This is the front of my jacket, I’ll probably add more buttons and stuff but the patchwork is pretty much done

#folk punk #diy punk #trans punk #punk jacket #the vast #the magnus archives #feminism #babe haven #dead kennedys #lgbtq #lesbian #demiromantic #des rocs #the bridge city sinners #barns courtney #dead men can’t catcall #nonbinary #gum disease #amigo the devil #smash the cis-tem #bikini kill #trans #chupakabra

[dognonsense]

Patch idea: “dead men can’t catcall”

oh ive heard that one before i really gotta make it!

if i made a knife linocut thatd be a good visual to go with it!

#punk #asks #punk patch

[tsukiyohanayome]

The Cursed Slave ch.1

an: I have no idea how long it's gonna be or whether or not I'm gonna ditch it, since I'm already upset with this fic as my proofreader shits on me and took more than 3 weeks and I didn't hear anything from them since. But I'm very invested in this fic. It's supposed to be a slowburn with eventual smut bc its Sukuna and my brain is rotten. wc: 1.6k tw: slavery??

Sukuna has always had a preference for the innocent ones.

It wasn’t because he wanted someone to take care of or because he liked to be gentle, no. It was rather the opposite. Innocence was fun. Fun to break. He delighted himself in how they always crumbled under his touch, succumbing to what they’d sworn their life to always run away from. It was amusing to play with his victims, play with their emotions, and make them addicted to his presence, his mere attention and physical contact. Addicted to the point of madness.

A slave. An empty shell of what formerly was a human. Why did this happen to me, you wondered, as one of them yanked you harshly by the chains connected to the collar around your neck and handcuffs on your wrists, causing you to fall. – "Pathetic maggot" – he scoffed, lifting your body and throwing you over his shoulder – "Can’t even walk, we probably won’t even make any money off selling you." – he said, carrying you over to the bidding area. 

You didn’t care. You didn’t care who is going to buy you or how much they were going to pay for you. It’s not like it matters. You don’t exist. Since that very day when the purge happened in your village, you were dead. They killed you with everyone else. Burned you down with all the houses, crops and memories. Except they didn’t. You and the group of other village girls and young women were spared and took prisoners to be sold. Were you really spared, then? They all were taken with different men, making it impossible to plan any way of escaping as you were completely alone. Where would you go, anyway? Every person you used to know was long gone. 

The room is cold and damp, circle shaped with a pedestal in a middle. Filled almost to the brim with monks buying slaves for their kings, as well as nasty drunkards, wanting a toy for their own sick pleasure. The moment you entered the room, sickening catcalling noises hit your ears and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. Your oppressor dragged you on the pedestal and then spun you around, like a little rag doll causing the group of those disgusting barbarians to whine even louder and the auctioneer hushed them to start his speech. – “Gentlemen, please! This one is our last for today, so calm down and we all can go home. Starting price is 1000 gold pieces!” – You hung your head. Your life was worth just a bit more than a couple loaves of bread now. Stinging tears started forming up in the corners of your eyes, as there was a brief silence in the room. Were you worth even less? Will they kill you, if no one buys you?

- “1500!” – shouted one. Strange relief, followed by terror when he continued – “she will make the cutest housewife for me and my men!” – a loud, repulsive smack of his lips filled your head and your stomach dropped. You’ve never been a religious person, but you found yourself praying to any possible god that was out there. Please, please, please NOT him. – "2000!" – Said another. Your body started shaking involuntarily as the bid went higher but you couldn’t dare to look, at who was going to be your next owner. You prayed for all of this to be just a sickening nightmare.

Your blood ran cold when you heard soft but a firm voice say “two million” and, as shocked as the rest of the attendees, you looked toward its source. It was a monk, dressed in a dark blue robe, with chin-length white hair. Your heart started racing, as maybe, just maybe the person you’ll be sold to, won’t be your death, judging by the stoic look of your bidder. 

Everyone was too shocked to proceed, the auctioneer sold you to the monk right away.

Grabbing your chains, the oppressor from before was about to drag you to the monk only to be stopped by their raised hand. – “Now, now. There’s no need to be this harsh.” – They spoke elegantly. The tiniest flick of fire lit in your heart, giving you a promise, you desperately tried to hold onto. Were you actually saved now?

The monk came up to you and you lowered your head, not daring to look at them. You’re just an object, after all. You’re not worthy to look at anyone without permission. A hand touched your chin lifting it and you yelped softly at a sudden, gentle contact. They looked into your eyes and smiled. – “Come on, we need to make you look appropriate before you can see the Master. My name is Uraume. Let’s go to your new home.” – Home. You wanted to both laugh and cry at that word. Your home. Flashbacks of the purge immediately hit you and you couldn’t hold the tears that rolled freely down your cheeks. 

Your village was your safety. You led a simple life of a young adult woman and helped your parents with daily errands, the farm and the crops. Sometimes you also would help other elderly neighbors as not many of them had kids on their own. The population structure in your village was rather an old one and you didn’t have any plans of changing that. You just weren’t interested in any village man you knew for your entire life. Every single day was the same, but you couldn’t care less. Of course, you longed for some thrill in your life, like from those tales your mom used to tell you. About a young village girl who met a prince and they lived happily ever after. Sometimes you even let yourself fantasize and think about “bad guys” coming to the village and a charming prince appearing out of nowhere, to save everyone and falling in love with you instantly. It certainly was something, that should only be a mere fantasy, right? 

Your village was a safe place, after all. Every full moon a sacrifice in the shape of a cow, pig or calf was taken away to the place you would rather not think about. But it kept your village safe. Something, certain someone was protecting your home and you never wanted to delve into details. 

You’ve heard a lot about neighboring villages being seized by brigands but nonetheless, the villagers weren’t scared. They said the sacrifices they’re giving suffice and so you were calm about your life as well. Until one day your fantasies became true. But partially. 

You woke up to the horrific screams of villagers and the smell of smoke. Looking out through the window you could see the fire, dangerously dancing on the rooftops of the houses you knew so well. You could hear voices you know, screaming, begging for help. Feeling the urge to stand up and do something, help them, fight! Fight? You are a common village girl who can’t even hold a bow properly. Cursing yourself mentally, you opened the window as silently as possible and you slid through. You had to hide, somewhere. But, to your misfortune, the second your feet touched the ground a pair of arms grabbed you, a hand covering your mouth to silence your cries, and you’ve been dragged somewhere. 

All the things they’ve done to you and everyone and everything…

Your prince never showed up…

- “Hello?” – a snap of fingers in front of your face brought you back to reality. Before you stand the same, white-haired monk that just bought you. Their dark-pink eyes looking intently at you – “I’ve asked you a question. What is your name?”

Your name? No one’s asked about it in so long, you almost forgot what it was. Did it even matter anyway? You whispered your name, barely audible though – “But I’ll answer to anything my new Master chooses to” – you add immediately. 

The monk smiled lightly and reached for a key, that the auctioneer must’ve given them when you were lost in your thoughts and unlocked your handcuffs and the collar, and started walking towards the direction of your soon-to-be-home. A hiss left your lips as you grabbed your wrist to massage the bruised skin. How long were you chained for? Weeks? Months? You don’t even know, time lost its meaning long ago. – “Are... Are you not worried that I might escape?” – you asked sheepishly. 

You could hear them chuckle shortly and they looked at you over their shoulder, without stopping – “I know you have nowhere to go, I know what happened to you. Besides, I’m taking you to the safest place you could ever be at. If you’re wanted there.”

The last bit leaves a dreadful chill running down your spine. But… How did they know what happened? You had so many questions forming up in your head and somehow, you felt like you can trust them. Uraume, was it? – “Ummm… U-Uraume…?” – you started, suddenly regretting using their name like this and all you wanted was to crumble into dust. You shut your eyes, waiting for a punishment that didn’t come and only heard a hum in response. Opening your eyes you saw the monk facing you now, their eyes tinted with concern – or so you imagined. – “I… What… Who… Who is going to be my new… New Master?” – you hate how this all sounds on your tongue. you knew you were going to hate them. You just wanted to be free. Not to be someone’s puppet, you wanted to live life again. “I know you have nowhere to go” the echo of Uraume’s words hit you instantly as if to mock your situation. 

They smiled at your question, turned away and started walking again. – “Your new Master? It’s Ryoumen Sukuna.”

Your stomach dropped. 

©tsukiyohanayome 2022 no next chapter date bc I have no idea and I'm just starting my new work, but I'll try my best to upload it next month or so

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #uraume #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryoumen #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #sukuna fanfic #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #the cursed slave

[anotherwvba]

Punchline pt. 1

Author’s Note: This is a side story taking place between parts 11 and 12 of “By Blood or By Choice.”

Thursday nights on Peachtree Street in Atlanta weren’t the most exciting nights of the week, but the Laughing Skull was usually packed out. This night was no exception. After some difficulty, a silver Toyota Corolla found a parking spot. Out of the car, a motley crew stepped out, led by the WVBA’s Director of Talent Relations, Gabby Jay.

Gabby straightened his tie and jacket as he turned to his compatriots. “Remember, mes amis, we are not here to cause a scene. If our gentleman is on stage, we’ll let him finish his set. We’ll see about speaking with him backstage afterwards, non?”

Disco Kid climbed out of the back seat with a quizzical look, “But why am I here, Gabby? I had to cancel a boxercise class for this!”

“Kid, have you looked at Gabby and Bull lately?” Jazzy Jamboree, the colorfully clad announcer, chuckled as he got out the rear passenger’s side. “The last club they saw was a sandwich Giovanni served up in the cafeteria. You and me, Kid, we got the ins at every club in A-Town.”

“I mean,” Disco nodded, “makes sense.”

Bald Bull, now leaning his massive arms on the top of the car, looked at Gabby, “Why me?”

Gabby kept his gentlemanly cool, “Things may take a turn, Champ. Since I’m not, how you say, as spry as I once was, we may need a… presence.”

Bull crossed his arms and nodded as Gabby and Disco rounded the car and they all moved toward the club, but Disco raised an eyebrow in offense. “Might need a presence? You sayin’ I can’t handle myself if things get rough? Man, that hurts, Gabby.”

“I’ve seen videos of this Polish guy.” Gabby sighs and shakes his head before looking at Disco. “Have you ever seen a man beaten half to death with a microphone cable?”

“Naw, man,” Disco chuckled, “You mean choked, right?”

“Oh yeah, I saw that on TikTok,” Jazzy interjected before turning Disco, as well. “He means beat. As in ‘where’s my money’ beat.”

Disco stopped dead in his tracks, gaze darting between the three men. Then, with a nervous laugh and an anxious look in his eyes, he looks at the Major Circuit Champ. “That’s all you, big man.”

Bull smirked and put a reassuring hand on Disco’s shoulder. “We be alright. You watch my back.”

As the quartet approached the lounge entrance, boos and catcalls from inside the club got clearer and clearer. Disco looked at a sign hung prominently in a window. “Heh, ‘open mic night.’ Explains the booing.”

Gabby moved to pay for their admittance, but Jazzy waved him off. “You really don’t know how this works.”

Jazzy walked over toward the doorman, “Yo, Ricky! My man!”

The sharp dressed and burly doorman, easily Bald Bull’s size, looked over and his eyes lit up when he saw Jazzy. “Hey, Jambo! Good to see ya’, buddy. These guys with you?”

“Yeah, man,” Jazzy answered with a handshake and a hug. “Anybody good on stage tonight?”

“Aw, hell,” Ricky answered, “whaddya you think? Y’all head on in.” The doorman spoke into a lapel mic, “You there, Bobby? Let Jazzy and his crew in. They're on me.”

Jazzy smiled, “Thanks, brother. Let me know the next time you, Paula, and the kids wanna come to The Omni.”

“Thanks, buddy. Bring it in!” Ricky shook hands with Jazzy and pulled him into another quick hug. “Y’all enjoy the show, gents! Jambo, don’t be a stranger.”

The four men walked into the club and Disco looked in awe at Jazzy, “Jazzy, respect.”

With a smile, Jazzy looked back at Disco, “You’ll get there one day, Kid.”

As they entered the dining area where the stage was located, a commotion caught their attention. A young man on stage, mic in hand, barely a hundred pounds, dove off the stage! He took down an apparent heckler and all hell broke loose.

Disco, eyes wide, quipped, "That guy’s not getting booked again!" Gabby, shaking his head, remarked dryly, "That guy’s who we’re looking for."

Jazzy Jamboree is an OC belonging to @sukipershipper and is used with permission.

Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!! #super punch-out!! #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #gabby jay #disco kid #bald bull #jazzy jamboree #jon adamski #friend tag!!

[sincerelyrki]

STAWWPPP DONT MAKE ME BLUSH ( i literally can’t because im black but it’s fine🤗🤗 ) LMFAO ANYWAYS

and i had no invite ??🤓 wow …. can’t believe this. i think as a side chick i should’ve been the flower girl🙄

JKK i’m just funny ik. ur dying on the floor of laughter. BUT HOW WAS UR DAY

i would’ve invited you but it was a very small wedding xx just me and my wife, we even have our certificate.

maybe i’ll convince her to get married again so that you can come, you’ll be the best maid of honour + flower girl. u can still be my side chick since my wife already has two other wives and a husband 😬😬 you’re the funniest, how’d you know i’m on the floor?

AND MY DAY WAS SOOO LONG😢😢 i just got home from my shift and im literally dead, it’s fine cuz my pay check will bring me back to life. but today i got CATCALLED and asked out 3 times, its so hard being me (men r so icky)

HOW WAS UR DAY MADDIE ??? good now that we’re talking, right 😁😁😁

#💋sincerelyasks! #🎧sincerelymoot! MADDIE #maddie ur so nice #i promise u were supposed to be invited #time is the biggest thief after all

[arosewithawrench]

I remember when she first started getting her confidence around the guys.

Someone wolf whistled at her and she immediately went, “Dead men can’t catcall.”

She was sitting on a cooler, filing a nail she’d broken. Never even looked up. Didn’t care who said it. Just four words to say I will gladly kick your ass for that comment.

In that moment I knew she was a queen. And also realized what she would punch me for doing.

-Barney

[qwert9825]

I need to get this shitty poetry out my notes app but want to keep documentation of my cringey high school poetry phase so here ya go:

You make me feel as if i am a desperate scapegoat for your internal toxicity

Like i am the last resort,

Because years of abuse make me believe that you mean no harm

That you are only a boy with an obligation to anything but his brain

They say “boys will be boys”

And i disagree with that statement

Because i will not be an ode in some

Masochistic serenade of “girls will be girls”

I will not be the one crying over the fact that i was a victim of boundaries being crossed

I will not be crying over the fact that I defended a child who intentionally touched another child in a way that is traumatizing

Nor will I acknowledge how you made me feel

I already couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without picking out things to obsess over

Wondering if my moms diet pills will make me more pretty and not an easy target to boys like you

I deserve better than to be treated like a child who can’t spot a rapist in a crowd

That is what i was raised to do

I was raised to lie down and take it like a dirty dog

I wish I would’ve known then that i am worth so much more than a case my abusers didn’t catch

I am worth more than the men that catcall a child and expect her to take it

I am worth more than the women who wouldn’t stand up for me

I am worth more than the boy who first taught me that being touched physically didn’t have to be uncomfortable but had me too wrapped around his finger to be emotionally available

I am worth more than some stupid boy that can’t use his brain for shit and can’t keep his fucking dick in his pants

————————————————————————

I feel nothing

I sit in my room at 3 AM

not afraid of the dark,

But of the hallucinations that lurk

Slowly slipping deeper and deeper into shock

Unnoticed and unspoken for

I am nothing to anyone

I feel nothing at all

————————————————————————

And that’s how it ended.

Ignored texts and blood scattered

Across my floor

As if it was easy for you

remembering the times when we would

laugh and joke and talk together

You’d say you’d never hurt me

And I trusted you.

How ironic these things turn out when

Someone builds you up to cut you down again

————————————————————————

Just because the thought of me sets

Sugar upon a tongue

Does not mean I cannot raise hell from it’s

Resting place

My bones are made of stars

And long dead warriors

My mind of dandelions

and once great philosophers

So do not think for one second that

I need any pieces of you to make me whole

[ichcrbledmoved-blog]

headcanon summary post for kyle coulson

she still refuses to believe coulson wanted her and was protecting her. people keep telling her but she’s been holding onto her anger for so long that she’s scared to let it go and forgive. since working with new shield, she has softened and in the averted timeline she made peace with him in the end.

learning coulson was dead hurt more than her mom dying. she’d known well in advance her mom was gonna die, she’d said her goodbyes, but with coulson she had still thought she had time to reconnect. she felt very robbed of closure with not being able to attend the funeral.

she can’t remember how she got the scar on her arm, she was so young she assumes she fell out of a tree because thats what her mom told her happened. in reality she was 3 and coulson had taken her out for the day. they didn’t lie to her at the time, about who she was, but she’d been hurt in the crossfire of someone trying to get him. he didn’t leave her side at the hospital and it’s what made them agree not to tell her who he was.

she acts out a lot. the moment she thinks she’s being abandoned or let down she lashes out at whoever’s closest. sometimes by ignoring everyone and sometimes by getting into trouble and sometimes just by being mean.

yes, she asked coulson not to visit anymore, but she didn’t expect him to stop. to her it was proving that he didn’t want her around and was just doing what he had to. he doesn’t tell her, later, that her surrogate parents had asked him to stay away so she could adjust and move on. 

she rEALLY wanted to get his attention as she got older. he called to lecture her when she was caught trying a fag when she was 12 in the school toilets with a friend. after that she started acting out more just to get his attention.

she planned to tell her dad she was an agent as soon as she graduated the academy. it was delayed a lil bc she couldn’t contact him but she had actually planned them all getting together to tell them she was an agent. she wanted him to be proud, she wanted him to know she could handle himself and she wanted mel to celebrate with her. then new york happens before she can and when fury tells her he’s alive she doesn’t want any even see him to tell him.

she has adhd. it doesn’t get diagnosed until she gets to the academy, because they’d always put her behaviour down to her moms illness and assumed she was just grieving. she has to work harder to prove she can be an agent, to be on par with others. 

she takes stimulants to help her focus, she has ten reminders on her phone to make sure she eats through the day and a lot of the time she ignores it. other days she eats everything in the kitchen. she doesn’t mention it to anyone, because she doesn’t think it’s any of their business, and no ones going to check her file to find out. her dad only finds out when mel catches her taking her stimulants, so when she’s on base after that they both check in on her to make sure she’s eaten.

she pretends she’s on her phone all the time because she’s disinterested and doesn’t care. in reality, she has apps to help her focus and it usually adapting her schedule according to where she is and what’s going on. before she admits she has adhd, she let people assume she was just pissed at them.

victoria hand was her mentor at the hub for a while, and their relationship was primarily work based, but she also helped kyle come to terms with the fact she was gay. she is very proud to say that hand was her wingman. she was....devastated by the deaths of hand and hartley because she spent a lot of time with them and very much looked up to them.

she’s....not loyal. loyalty to her is only for people she loves, not to organisations or jobs. she stuck with shield for fury, and then for may and coulson. she’s sold out allies to save herself and she’s not ashamed to admit it, because she’s always truthful about what she’s prepared to do. as of the end of season five, she would never betray the core shield team despite her mixed feelings on fitz.

kyle carries a few items on her person at all times. she makes sure she always has hot sauce because she loves spicy food, and she always has a knife and a pack of band aids somewhere. she prefers knives in combat but after hydras reveal, and literally being stabbed in the back, she never leaves home without one. they make her feel secure. it follows that she always needs band aids, because she likes to play with her knives when she’s bored so she ends up with cuts pretty often. they’re always kids band aids, usually scooby doo and hello kitty branded. she also keeps a glitter pen on her at all times. 

during and after season five, kyle gets cramps and sore muscles from the serum. she doesn’t tell anyone what hydra did to her until after they get coulson back from hale, when the pain gets so bad she passes out and panics mel. after that, they start checking what hale actually did to her and if there’s anyway to help with the pain. in the future, she never actually explained how she was still alive, always promising to explain later.

#ᵏʸˡᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡˢᵒⁿ ╲ dead men can’t catcall / headcanon. #honestly at any one time kyles hands are covered in hello kitty band aids

[carters-things]

I Trusted You

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: Matt promised he would stay home for the night, but you woke up to empty bed to find he broke that promise.

TW: Some violence, mentions of blood, fighting

Note: This is my first ever Fanfic! It went on longer than I expected and I feel like I kinda got lost in the plot line so I'm sorry for that... But here is a little piece I wrote at work one day when I wasn't busy. Let me know any feedback you guys have!

Masterlist

You are sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket trying to distract yourself from the ever building fear inside of you. You woke up about an hour ago only to find Matt had left, even though he said he would stay home tonight. Your mind is racing with thoughts of the worst possibilities of situations he could be in right now. Did he leave or was he taken? Is he unconscious somewhere? What if they captured him and he can’t get away? Your thoughts are interrupted by fumbling of the door handle. The door swings open to reveal a bleeding and limping man in a mask.

“You know most people’s boyfriend’s stumble home drunk. But not me- I’m lucky- mine comes in HALF DEAD!” You say getting up off the couch.

“I thought you’d be asleep” he groaned as he collapsed into the couch in pain.

“Oh so that makes this ok!?”

“No… No that’s not what I meant..” he says trying to ease your racing heart.

You scoffed at his response and walked towards the kitchen, avoiding his outstretched hand searching for your touch. “Honey..” he said softly “please-”

“Don’t” you snapped, cutting him off. You grabbed the ice pack from the freezer and threw it on the couch next to him. You grabbed your coat from the hook and started putting it on.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” He asked worriedly but without response you left his apartment.

__________________

You had been walking the streets for who knows how long just trying to simmer down. You decided it was time to go home and turned the corner onto your block. You saw two men drinking on the front steps of an apartment building, when they started catcalling you.

“What is such a precious treasure like you doing out so late sweetheart?” one uttered. “Why don’t we take you out of this cold and bring you into our place?'' the second chimed in. Paying no mind to them you kept walking, hands clenched in your pockets, rushing your steps without bursting into a full on sprint.

“Don’t act like you can’t hear us!” the first man said standing up to block your path. “Don’t you know it's rude to ignore people?”

“Listen, I'm not interested in your drunken invitation. Now get out of my way before I make you move”

“Easy now babygirl, we just wanna have some fun!” the second man said coming up behind you brushing your hair away to reveal your neck. Your body shuttered in disgust at his touch. “Don’t touch me!” you said elbowing his ribs behind you. He bent over in pain and you started to run but the first man grabbed you before getting away.

“Playing hard to get tonight I see. Don’t think you’re getting away after treating my boy like that.” he says, putting one of his arms around your neck and pinning yours behind your back with his other “An eye for an eye right?” he nods at his buddy who has caught his balance after your blow. “Right” he smirks back before giving you a hard and swift kick to the ribcage. You let out a yell in pain as the man restraining you drops his hold.

Scrambling to your feet out of breath you take a swing at one of them but miss. The first man strikes you across the face splitting your lip, causing you to fall into the swing of the second man hitting your eye. You fall to the ground bleeding when sirens sound nearby. Startled by the sound growing closer, the two men take off running leaving you on the sidewalk crying out in pain gasping for air. You crawl to the stairs and pull yourself up getting steady on your feet before you start moving as fast as you can back to Matt’s apartment.

Upon arriving you’re filled with rage, irrationally blaming Matt for being the reason you're hurt, but you know even with how mad you are and how hurt he is the safest place right now is inside with him..

“Where the hell have you been!?” Matt exclaims as you enter the room.

“Pilates- good for the abs you know?” you spit back at him.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Matt says, trying to stand up.

“Stay down devil boy, I'm fine, nothing happened.”

“I can taste the metallic in the air, you’re bleeding” he groans, finally getting to his feet, joining you in the kitchen. Matt opens the freezer and grabs the bag of peas. Turning and reaching to place it on your eye causes you to flinch. The thought of him helping you right now fuels the fire inside of you. Why on earth would you want his help when he is the reason you left.

“Get away from me.” tears start forming in your eyes. “I need to take a shower” you choke out rushing to the bathroom. From the living room Matt can hear your cries in the shower. Half of which are from pain and the other half is processing what happened as you come down from your adrenalin high. The hot water eases some pressure on your ribs as you watch the dried blood from your face wash down the drain. After getting out of the shower and wiping away the condensation from the mirror you see the damage up close. Bloodshot eyes from crying, left eye half swollen shut and a gash across your bottom lip. You slip on some loose fitting pajamas and make your way out of the bathroom. Matt is sitting on the couch with his head low in his hands hunched over. You sigh before walking over and finding a seat in the chair across from the couch. You sit down gingerly clutching your burning rib cage when you see a tear roll down Matt’s cheek.

“How bad are you hurt…” you say, breaking the silence.

“I’ve lived through worse.." He is still in his black suit that is now soaked in blood. the silence continues for a few moments as you try and find a position that doesn't cause seering pain in your ribs.

"Please let me help you..” he says with a shaking tone.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt.”

“If your heart beat wasn’t enough to give it away, the grinding of your rib is. I have to set it in place or it's going to cause a lot more problems.” he says as he stands over you. He places his hand on your ribcage before giving it a swift force of pressure causing it to pop into place.

“OW! SCREW YOU MURDOCK!” You cry out in pain doubling over yourself.

“I’m so so sorry sweetheart… this is all my fault..” Matt says holding back tears. He sits as far away from you as he can. Seeing him broken like this is worse than any physical pain though. Swallowing your own pride you make your way over to him. “No Matty it isn’t… I never should have left. I know better than to go out alone in Hell’s Kitchen at 3am.” you sit next to him wrapping his hands in yours.

“You left because of me though” he says interlocking his fingers with yours.

“Matthew, I left because I was scared. I woke up and you were gone. I didn’t know if you had been taken or if you were ever coming back. You could have been dead somewhere and I would have had no way of knowing. You told me you were staying home tonight and I trusted you. I was angry and hurt that you broke that part of me. The part of me that tries to trust you even knowing what you do.”

“I can’t stop being the man in the mask… you know that..” he says rubbing his thumbs over your hands.

“And I’m not asking you to stop. But if I can’t trust you- then what are we doing here?” you sigh.. “Listen.. I don’t want there to be a next time, but I know there will be. Just give me a warning, ok? Tell me you’re leaving. Let me kiss you goodbye, let me see you before you go because god forbid it be the last time I see you…”

“I think I can do that” Matt assures you. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my corner?”

“Let’s be real pretty boy... You’ll never deserve me.” you smirk, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Now it’s my turn to patch you up.”

"You're going to make this hurt aren't you.." he says nervously.

"Only a little" you laugh back getting the first aid kit

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #matt murdock x yn #carteranne

[theepisceswriter]

Jealous AOT men (Levi, Porco, Zeke, Eren, Erwin)

A/N: Shout out to the bestie in my inbox that requested this and I’m sorry for taking forever to finally do it, but I hope you enjoy !

Synopsis: Do y’all fr need one? Basically just AOT men getting jealous in situations and how they handle it

TW: none really apply, GN!reader, fighting (kinda) for Porco cause he’s about that life like that, violence for Levi because he’s an angry short man, and mean douchebag rich boy Eren content

LEVI 

If there’s one thing Levi doesn’t tolerate when it comes to his partner it’s disrespect. He holds you on such a high pedestal and at a status that no one else can touch for loving him the way that you do, so for someone to disrespect the relationship you two have or you in general with some catcalling remark is like the greatest offense to him.

It doesn’t even have to be anything too serious. It can be something stupid like “I bet you’re hitting that fine piece of meat every night” and he’d have them on the ground in seconds with a knife pressed against their throat demanding that they apologize to you immediately.

“I recommend you apologize to them right now formally and watch what you say around me from now on or I’ll cut your tongue from your mouth with this very blade.”

Yeah, he doesn’t play when it comes to you at all. He has to set an example to let everybody know what to expect if they try either of you again because you would do the same too if the situation was reserved.

He lets the perpetrator go with no bruises besides the ones he got from Levi’s manhandling, probably per your request, and what do the two of you do afterwards? You just go on about your day like nothing even happened, like Levi wasn’t ready to cut someone’s tongue out over you in road daylight. It’s a norm for your relationship honestly because the two of you are both crazy.

PORCO

Aggressive! Aggressive! Aggressive! Porco is not afraid to get aggressive when it comes to other people trying to flirt with you and risk that possibility of fighting with them.

Especially when it comes to the creepy kind that don’t know how to respect your boundaries or get the hint that you don’t want to be messed with after turning them down numerous times. He was already on edge just seeing them come up to you and flash you that smile like they were genuinely charming or something, but once he saw them place their hands on your forearm and you brush it away with a scowl, he was lit up with anger!

There was no warning given to them to hurry up and go away before he gets mad or him coming up to you and wrapping a protective arm around your waist; he came running over and before you even knew he was making his way to where you were, he was throwing a punch dead smack in the middle of the perpetrator’s face.

“Don’t you know no means fucking no!?” “How dare you put your hands on my boyfriend/girlfriend!?” Told y’all he was really with the shits like that.

But because he doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene or get arrested or banned from wherever the two of you were at, that one punch (which is a really fucking hard punch that definitely going to have some impact on them whether it’s a bruise or some wooziness) is all he does before he’s yanking them by their collar and removing them out of the place his damn self. Did he overreact just a little? No! Because they touched you without your consent even after you expressed you didn’t want them to.

He’s a gentleman immediately after dealing with them and is by your side in an instant giving you a quick checkup with his eyes genuinely concerned for your well-being.

“Are you all right, babe?” “I hope your iight isn’t ruined but if you don’t want to be out anymore we can totally go home.” “They didn’t hurt you did they? Because I don’t mind going back out there to find them if they did.” So attentive and gentle with you. The complete opposite of what he was only minutes ago.

ZEKE 

It takes a lot to make Zeke jealous in a relationship because just the fact that he’s in a relationship with you is enough to make him feel secure in his place as your significant other. People can flirt with you and steal glances all they want because he honestly doesn’t care that much. It actually makes him feel smug and proud knowing that others are thirsting over HIS significant other like that, but can’t act on any of their thoughts because you’re his.

But....let the two of you be freshly broken up, or on a “break”, and he catches you out and about in public with some other jawn then it’s a whole other story. Now he’s feeling some type of way since he no longer has that guaranteed security from your relationship anymore. He’s hurt, but he’s not going to show that too much. Instead, he’s going to be smug and cocky with the way he approaches you two.

“So this is my replacement? He’s not even the great value version of me. You could do a hell of a lot better than someone like him and you know it, y/n.” God, he’s such a menace to society that deserves to be locked up. He wouldn’t stop at after the insults you send his way calling him pathetic and embarrassing nor at your request for him to leave. Matter of fact, he’s going to pull up a chair at your table just to sit there and mess with your poor date and eventually after backhanded compliment after not so backhanded insults, they get up a storm away.

“Are you really going to date someone who can’t take a little bit of heat from someone like me out of all people? Didn’t even have any worry remarks to come back at me with like I did for him. How sad.” He still just keeps going on and on even after the poor guy leaves, comparing himself to him and talking about how he’s so much better in not so subtle ways.

So much for getting hoes when you have an ex like Zeke, but you do like the fact that he’s trying so hard to get you back even if he won’t explicitly say it out loud; his actions speak everything

EREN 

Eren is such a douche bag he really is. Especially modern day rich boy Eren.

Let him catch someone trying to flirt with you while he’s in close proximity of you and watch him cause a whole scene at the country club or whatever rich place the two of you are at.

“Who the hell do you think you are flirting with my boyfriend/girlfriend? You can’t even compare to me so I don’t know what thought in your head made you think you can enough for you to try and get at what’s mine, but you better get rid of it right now. I can buy like three of you if I wanted to right now and it wouldn’t even put a dent in my bank account. You really think they’d go for somebody like you?” He’s such a meanie when it comes to you, he really is.

The poor perpetrator doesn’t even bother to fight for his name or pursue an argument with Eren because he knows it’ll get him nowhere but embarrassed even further, so he goes running off with blush on his cheeks from embarrassment because everyone within like 50 feet surely heard the scene that Eren just put on.

You’re just as embarrassed as the poor boy who was flirting with you, nagging at Eren about how he did entirely too much and how he should go apologize to him, but he just looks over at you with a smug smile and replies, “I gotta set an example for other people babe so they know not to mess with what’s mine.”

Best believe he’s going to be showing an overwhelming amount of PDA the rest of your outing and even go the extra mile to do something like rest his hand on your bottom or make out with you without warning.

ERWIN

This man is so powerful and holds so much authority in other people, even those who hardly even know him, that he doesn’t even have to do much when he catches someone trying to flirt with you while he’s on the other side of the room at some company event.

Like Zeke, it’s extremely difficult to make Erwin jealous because he knows you like the back of his hand and knows if a flirty interaction is happening with someone who isn’t him then it’s completely one sided and you’re just keeping yourself in the conversation because you’re a nice person like that. So, he’ll continue on with his conversation while you continue on with yours, but every now and then he’ll peak out of the corner of his eyes in your direction to make sure you’re okay.

It’s when he notices you getting uncomfortable and the other person getting a little too comfortable that he decides to step in; excusing himself from his conversation like the gentleman he is and coming over to you. You wouldn’t even know that he was there until you felt a broad hand on your waist pulling you into a chiseled chest that you’re aware of his presence.

���Can I help you with something?”

When I tell you his voice goes deeper than normal when he switches to an authoritative mode and it’s the most attractive thing ever that has you feeling butterflies in your stomach and the person who was trying to flirt with you shook to their core.

They don’t even answer his question or even look him directly in the eyes because the energy he excludes is just such big dick energy and from the way he came up and pressed you against him with no hesitation already let them know that you were his without either of you having to say it.

You stayed glued to his side for the rest of the night, one of his arms always wither wrapped around your waist or dangling over your torso holding you close.

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[subwaysurf45]

Winter Makes Ice (Ep. 4)

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

Words: 4123

Episode: Four

Warning: violence, gore, description of violence, fighting

Masterlist! Winter Makes Ice Episode: Three

Time: 3:20am

Date: October 3rd 2024

Wakanda was always calm when Steve went, the people who lived there just seemed to understand the ways of life. There was never a catcall or fight in an alley, people greeted each other with kindness and a soft bow, Steve always copied but felt like he was too stiff when he did so. He found he walked with his back a little straighter and his chin a little higher, he felt unstoppable in the warm climate, filled with power and generosity. 

Natasha on the other hand hated Wakanda, not because of the people but for the same reason as Steve; it was too peaceful. She’d always get the dirtiest looks when trying to explain her case, no one seemed to understand the concept of ‘too much comfort is uncomfortable’. She ran to Bucky once after a moment and asked him why he liked it so much, she thought he off all people would hate comfort, he’d always be one to sleep on the floor because the mattress would feel like it was swallowing him. He just shook his head and shrugged, he’d never tell anyone why; Nat found out he never even told you. 

Natasha had been trained to trust no one other than yourself, but after escaping the Red Room she questioned the one in the mirror all too often. People would smile and while Steve smiled and waved Natasha thought of ulterior motives, why were they smiling to them and not the people slightly behind them? but then they’d smile to the people behind Natasha and she’d question if it was to cover themselves. The welcoming's to almost everywhere felt weird, she wanted to break in or have to fake her way to what she wanted, having doors opened for her felt like a slap in the face for all the things she’s done for those years before. 

“God, gives me the creeps,” Natasha faked a shiver, Steve just rolled his eyes. They were walking in the palace now, T’Challa would be waiting for them in Shuri’s tech room. 

Apparently Shuri had been wanting to try a new type of cuff, one made of- obviously -vibranium that tightens at a lie. There were little needles that poke into the culprit's nervous system, it picks up on someone’s sign that they are lying and tightens when the little pins are triggered. If someone's breath picked up or heart rate doubled, it would squeeze a little bit more until their hands were blue. Nat thought it was amazing when she heard it over the phone, her mind was picturing it the entire flight over. 

Steve had been thinking about Bucky, Steve was well aware of Bucky’s deep connection to you. You’d been dating for over a year and it was love at first sight (then Bucky quietly loving you from the other side of the room), Bucky was never one to fall for someone, he’d never have the confidence in himself that he’d be here for too long. But it was the little things Bucky began to do that made Steve appreciate you even more. He’d watch from his spot on the kitchen counter, quietly sipping coffee and reading the paper, which wasn’t actually paper because it was on his phone, while glancing over every so often to see you and Bucky in your own little world, both giggling at something. There's this moment for Bucky when he’d just look at you, Steve had seen it happen so often, like Bucky was taking a step back and realizing he had someone who loved him unconditionally. The laugh would die down and Bucky would whisper something, it would alway be along the lines of ‘thank you’ but it could change. He’d sometimes do it with Steve as well, both you and Steve would say the same thing, ‘no need to thank me, but you’re welcome’ because that’s what Bucky liked best. 

You were just an agent when you arrived, nothing more. Slowly you had gotten to know who everyone was by going out of your way to give out cookies to everyone who walked by you, it was a little thing Bucky seemed to really enjoy. After your talents were discovered from past jobs you were moved to a spy, you’d used to work for a private firm where they’d track down people who launder money, you’d have to get so much evidence it often led you to get jobs at mattress stores or random shops. With that and a lifeguard certification- that you got when you were a teen- under your belt you were perfect to be an agent, Fury introduced you to Bucky for combat training because Bucky needed to learn how to work with others; Steve actually told Fury to give Bucky the assignment. 

You’d spar everyday and the both of you would get into it. There would be times where you wouldn’t talk to each other for the rest of the day because the other cheated. Everyone would laugh but you’d take it very seriously, Bucky would always say you weren’t strong enough to go out into the field, so you lifted weights. He’d say you weren’t fast enough, then he’d see you sprinting on the treadmill a day later. 

Steve knew you were good for Bucky when you were about to start dating, it was at that part where you were going on dates but you weren’t dating. With all the things Bucky had criticized you on, you flipped it on him with one simple task: keep your fiddle-leaf fig plant alive. It would’ve taken Bucky one google search to find out that 61% of people can’t keep this house plant alive, it’s the hardest one to take care of. It was a metaphor of sorts, for you and for your relationship. 

It wasn’t a surprise to find it dead when you got home, Steve came to you with his shoulders slumped. Apparently Bucky had been crying for three days straight because he killed your plant and he thought you’d dump him because of it. It was the weird feelings when Steve saw you start to laugh, this was his best friend who was crying of guilt and you were laughing, he’d wanted to punch you square in the jaw. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked way too harshly. 

“Oh nothing…” you wiped the tear that had fallen. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry!” Bucky had left his room and came running to you, his face was red and his eyes were barely open from how puffy they were. He quickly pulled you in for a hug, “I messed up your plant, I’m sorry.”

Steve was getting redder and redder the more you laughed, “what’s so fucking funny, huh?” Steve boomed, he was getting protective. 

You had dropped the act then, both of them were very emotional at the moment and laughing wouldn’t be the best choice of action. “Don’t worry, Bucky,” you soothed him, “you weren’t supposed to keep alive.” 

“What?” he pulled away and sniffled, “but you asked me to-”

“To try,” you paused with emphasis, “and keep one of the hardest plants to keep alive, alive.” you smiled, “I was proud that I had kept it alive for as long as I did, but I needed to see what you would do with something like this.” 

“Why?” Steve asked for Bucky, still very protective. 

“Did you buy a new one and hope I didn’t notice?” You asked, Bucky shook his head no. “did you get mad at me because I gave you a stupid chore?” He also said no to that. “Did you make Wanda keep it alive with her powers?” all these options ran through Bucky’s head and he didn’t even think of them, “you put so much effort into this, and even if you did fail you still cared a lot, that’s all I ever want. I want this relationship to work and if you run at the first sign of adversity then this won’t work, but you buckle down and keep pushing, and if it doesn’t work? Then I know you actually cared, and you tried. That’s all.” 

“You’re a keeper.,” Steve said before walking away and giving them space to catch up. 

Nat waved a hand in front of Steve’s face, and it turns out he’d been staring at T’Challa for a while while he was talking. They had walked the entire way and Steve just stared at the ground with a blank expression, he needed to look out for you in order to keep Bucky sane. 

“S-sorry, I zoned out.” Steve straightened his posture a bit, hands on hips and shoulders rolled back.

“No worries, captain Rogers.” T’Challa spoke calm as ever, “I have the criminals in the room, they have the new tech that’s already set up, my sister wanted to set it up.” T’Challa opened one arm and guided them to the secret room where two men sat with their hands cuffed and on their laps. “Neither of them have any record of being born, probably a fake identity.” The king linked arms with Shuri and walked out of the small room. 

Seeing how grand and futuristic Shuri’s lab was made it shocking to be in a normal interrogation cell, two rusty chairs that were occupied and no table. Steve looked to see the single light that hung from the ceiling, it wasn’t a soft yellow like the one’s at the Avenger building but purple, vibranium always casted a purple/blue hue. 

“Where are you from?” Steve asked. 

“Iceland.” the one on Steve’s left answered. 

“Is Hydra now stationed in Iceland?” Nat cut in and asked. 

“One station, there’s many.” The same man on the left kept talking, the other one had his head all the way down with his forehead touching his knees. 

Steve leaned up against the wall, “you attacked Princes Shuri, why?”

“Because she is the one that made us start from the very beginning, she's the one that erased the trigger words from your friend and our weapon.” He snarled, “She needed to pay for what she did, we should have known Wakanda was the hardest place to attack, we’d need a Winter Soldier for that.” A smirk grew from the right side of his mouth. 

“What are you smiling about?” Nat pressed, she walked closer.

“Oh, nothing- ow!” the handcuffs tightened, his breathing rate doubled as he tried to ride out the initial shock. 

“Tell us!” Steve smashed the wall, causing a dent to grow from it. 

“Fine…” the man adjusted, “once we found out we’d never get our Winter Soldier back we quickly moved on, no one can break Wakanda’s tech, it’s impossible.” The man sighed and looked off, “so we chose to start again, make a new way, create a new trial. It’s safe to say we did.” he took a deep breath and leaded back against his chair, his fingertips were beginning to turn purple, it was difficult to see with the purple hue of the room. “When we attacked your building we didn’t want Barnes, we wanted someone, anyone. This girl was the closest to us, and it seemed to be the closest to Barnes, am I right?” he quizzed, seemed to be genuinely wondering. “She’d wake up and forget where she is, normally she’d pat the ground beside her and call out for a man named Bucky, that’s Barnes. It was the perfect choice, completely on a whim.” He looked at Nat, “she got her confidence from you, the entire time we were slowly poisoning her she completely believed she was here for ransom, it was funny to see her face when he told her what we did to her, how we now control her. The look on her face when we asked who wiped Barnes’ trigger words… She spit them out but her face was full of fear, her voice and thoughts weren’t her own.” 

“Why would you tell us all of this?” Steve asked. 

“I know I will die,” the cuffs didn’t tighten, “and my friend is already dead, I’d like to go with a bullet and not torture.” He looked up to them. “I think my father has passed, he worked for Hydra and I’d like to see him, to ask for forgiveness.”

Natasha pushed back the other man who hadn’t spoken a word to find his hands blackened and completely dead, the tightness had cut off all circulation. Right near the edge of the cuff and on the man’s skin was starting to split, there was no blood to leak out of the cut because there wasn’t blood in the veins, it was slowly falling and peeling away. 

“You tortured my friend- two of them actually!” Steve screamed, “I hope to god you die slowly.” Steve lifted his gun to the man’s face, he closed his eyes. But Steve moved the aim to the thigh, you had told him that a shot to the femoral artery was fatel after ten seconds of bleeding, you had also told him that the femur- which was what the femoral artery is attached to -is the most painful break for bones. 

So Steve shot at the middle of the thigh, he and Nat watched without emotion as the man quickly bled out, the blood squirted in the air and rolled down his pants. Blood coming from an artery is bright red and tends to squirt, but from a vein makes the blood more slow and dark. When the final squirt of blood managed to hit the man’s face, Steve knew he hit right on target; and that you were right for all those things.

Time: 5:59am

Date: October 3rd 2024

Bucky and Wanda walked through the forest, most of the leaves had fallen off the trees due to the season so they could see further into the thick woods. Not a lot of talking was happening between the two of them, Bucky was way too focused on keeping his cool while Wanda used her powers to see if there was any form of life around. 

The wind blew softly and the leaves that held on for dear life were now getting pushed aside off the flimsy twigs, they would fall and join the other countless leaves that met the same fate. Wanda loved the fall, she’d jump into a pile of leaves any chance she got. Right now she was purposely stepping on the ones that looked the most dry which would give a good crunch. Her nose was a little red due to the cold but everywhere else she was yellow and happy, it seemed she gave off heat.

Bucky hated the fall, the sound of stepping on leaves sounded like someone was right behind him. If there was a Hydra agent out in these woods they would have heard them from a mile away with all of Wanda’s jumping and giggling. Bucky loved Wanda in a motherly kind of way, but sometimes she was just too...happy…

When everything seemed lost, Bucky and Wanda’s phones began to vibrate, Bucky was quick to pick up. Both Bucky and Wanda made their way to a tree stump to take a moment to listen. Wanda sat on the ground floor and picked at the tons of leaves that covered the ground, she’d pick and rip them apart one by one. 

“It’s Steve,” Bucky whispered before picking up, “Steve?”

“Buck, you have to listen to me,” his voice was shaken and distraught, “I’ve sent the coordinates, she’s there but I don’t know how much of her is left.” 

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked as he looked over to see Wanda looking at the coordinates on her phone. 

“I don’t know how much has happened to her, they’ve brainwashed her.” Steve took a deep breath, Bucky could hear Nat in the background, “we have to act fast, we’re on our way, do not wait for us.” he commanded and Bucky nodded but he knew Steve couldn't see, there was a type of mind reading between the two of them that really came in handy for times like these. 

“Roger that.” Bucky hung up and began to move again, Wanda had read the location and it turned out they weren’t that far away, at the final stretch they saw the building through the empty trees. 

The forest had been cleared around the building, the grass seems healthy but it was starting to brown with the changing weather. The building itself was very small for it to be the most dangerous Hydra facility, it was only one story. There were no windows and the outer wall was all one grey colour, no symbols or tanks ready to fire; there wasn’t even a guard around the building. It seemed too vacant for it to be true, the wind seemed to stop as they got closer into the open field, it was completely still and almost dead. 

Bucky or Wanda actually had a plan, everything had been so fast there wasn’t anything drawn out or spoken about at some meeting, this was all instinct. Though there were no windows and security cameras they both knew something had to be watching the outside, they were low to the ground in the open field but the grass was way too short to cover them. Bucky had his gun ready while Wanda’s hands were in a position to create a shield for the both of them, at the sound of a vibration Wanda checked her phone. 

“Steve and Nat have landed, they are five minuets out,” she whispered. 

“Copy.” was all Bucky could think to say. 

Both of their backs smashed against the wall, with their final moments of bliss before fighting a couple deep breaths were taken and eyes remained shut. Bucky’s finger fiddled on the trigger of the gun, Imagining what it would look like to blow the man who hurt you to oblivion. Bucky moved further and farther away from his Winter Soldier thoughts, the mass murder and robotic revenge. But when it came to someone hurting you, he’d even put the mask back on.

On the count of three the door was bursted open, and right away agents on the inside began to fire. Wanda and Bucky took them down their own way. 

One agent was still alive, Bucky ran up and gripped his throat. “Where is she!” he screamed. 

“You’ll never know-”

A gun was placed to his head. 

“-Alright! Alright!” The man shrieked, “third door on the left, please don’t kill me!” the man cried. 

“I won’t kill you,” Bucky lowered his gun but the grip on his neck tightened, “I’ll torture you slowly before.'' His left hand gripped so tight around the agent’s neck he could hear the bone shattering, clear fluid from the agent’s spine leaked from his eye and ear before blood followed. Bucky watched emotionlessly as the agent’s face turned blue and almost popped like a balloon. “Wanda, get them all outside.” 

“Yes, sergeant!” Wanda yelled, she was fighting off everyone else. 

Bucky blew by everyone as they ran to see the commotion, so ran right by Bucky without thinking he was the threat. Wanda was now outside and in a matter of seconds the eeriness of the outside matched the inside, the air was still and stuffy, it smelt like the beginning of decomposing. Bucky had his gun ready but it seemed no one was in here, his only threat was you. 

Bucky took note of the stone grey floors, and stone grey walls, and stone grey ceilings. HYDRA didn’t put much money into design like the Avenger’s did, all the funds they collected went straight into the tech they made and Bucky was sure that’s why they were still around, they had so much money saved that they could pay people to turn their cheek and walk the other way. 

As Bucky scanned for something to give away where all the scientists were, his eye met another door in the very corner of the room, it was exactly the same colour of the stone grey walls but the brass door knob caught his eye. All you could hear was the boot of Bucky’s combat boots on the floor, his breath was even scaring him. His hand reached out for the door and when he opened it he found what he was worrying about. 

A cell. More specifically: an empty cell. 

There were chains hanging from the ceiling, one large cuff, one for what seemed to be used for a neck and then four cuffs for wrists and ankles. Bucky completely forgot where he was, he didn’t remember there was an entire lab behind him, all his mind was throwing at his memories of a cell just like this. 

Bucky didn’t remember much about cells in the early days fighting against HYDRA in a cell, in the 40’s. He did, however, remember what it was like to come out of ice when he was needed. The concept of life didn’t exist when he was frozen, it felt like a long blink, it didn’t seem like he’d been asleep for years.

He’d wake up and for a second he was still normal. He’d think it’s cold because it was winter and his house back in the 40’s didn’t have any type of heating system except for a small fireplace, his boots and pants were still on because he got hammered the night before- also explaining the headache -and just fell into bed. All his convincing would go away when his brain would fog again, and he’d look down and catch the shine of his left arm, all at once he’d fall back into place. The dissociating happens after dreams but it came from waking up and not really knowing who he was, as he’d walk to whatever commander was in charge that year he’d ask himself what he was, all the memories and answers in his brain would seem to pull further away, like a word in the tip of his tongue. 

He was ripped from his thoughts manually, he thought of you. He thought he was hypnotizing himself when he looked in there at first, too triggered by what he saw to think straight, but he took another moment to look, he saw the chains swinging back and forth ever so slightly.

His stomach dropped, he knew you were still in the room. “Sweetheart?” he called like he always did, “it’s Bucky, we’re gonna get you out of here, come out, baby.” he tried to sound as soothing as possible, he looked under every lab table and every chair. 

He flipped through pages on his desk, reading the details of what they did to you. “What is I.C.E.?” Bucky asked himself. 

“Injected Complying Enhancement.” 

Bucky turned as fast as he could to see you behind him. You were completely naked, body covered in dirt and grime, your hair was hacked and it seemed to have been pulled. Bucky just looked at your body, words were carved into your skin, every single one of them were infected, puss bubbles around the angry red scars. As his eyes trailed up he saw blue on your finger tips, then he reached your face to see a sunken cheekbone and massive cut on your forehead, but nothing compared to a generous piece of your nose hanging on by a thread, the tip was black. 

“Baby, do you know me?” Bucky asked through heavy tears, this wasn’t what he was expecting. 

You scanned over him, ���Sergeant, James Buchanan Barnes, 32557038.” 

Right at that moment, he knew you were gone.

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#winter soldier fic #winter soldier oneshot #wintersoldier #winter soldier #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fluff #bucky barnes #bucky #barnes #bucky barns imagine #bucky series #bucky barnes series #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky angst #bucky love

[reddeaddamnation]

How they realized they have feelings for you: Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur: He fell for you when you had your first personal talk and shared more and more facts about yourselves. He fell in love with your laugh and the way you looked at him while he was talking. He anticipates when you go on missions together because he likes being close to you and to protect you. Husband material: 7/10 (he is actually scared of love because of Mary)

John: When you had a job together and had to go undercover and he presented you as his wife. He found himself liking the idea, especially after the previous evening when he found himself staring at you while you laughed with the gang around the campfire. Apart from that, you bring the calmness and harmony he longed for. Husband material: 5/10 (kinda irresponsible, disappears for weeks, can't handle any pressure)

Javier: He fell in love with the way you sung along and danced to his songs. He just generally loves watching you be happy and have fun. He will gradually start talking to you more and even throw in a playful flirt from time to time. Husband material: 6/10 (would probably leave you for Dutch sorry)

Charles: He fell for you when you cheered him up when he was in a bad mood one day. You took a long walk in the woods and he found out he liked your company, your voice, your smile. You bring him calmness and harmony and the appreciation he desires. Husband material: 10/10 (everything you would want in a husband - kind, caring, respectful, emotionally invested and serious about your relationship)

Sean: You can tell this smol bean is head over heels for you when he is constantly following you around and babbling about everything and anything because he wants your attention to be on him and him alone. And if you don't give him the needed attention, he will sulk and mope all day. Husband material: 6/10 (never shuts up and would probably run only at the mention of marriage)

Lenny: He actually keeps his cool and plays it sleek, charming you with words and actions. You remember that cowboy scene from Tom and Jerry where Tom was courting the white cat with smooth moves? That's our sweet boy Lenny right there. Husband material: 7/10 (he loves you but he wouldn't wanna get married any time soon. He'sjust not ready for that step)

Dutch: He fell for you when he got to know you intellectually. He could spend all day and night talking about the philosophy and plots in various books with you. He is a man who is attracted to someone who has class and intellectual baggage. Husband material: 4/10 (kinda manipulative, would drive you insane, would probably cheat as one of his many aliases and call it business)

Micah: He fell for you after flirting with you as a joke and it slowly turned into something more sincere. He found himself getting jealous when you talk to other men and would literally threaten anyone who catcalls you. He wouldn't leave you alone until you accept his proposals. Husband material: 2/10 (WHY) (Hunny you know he gonna cheat for fun)

Kieran: He fell in love with you when you stood up for him when Micah and Bill were bullying him again. He was literally bedazzled by the kindness you showed him and after that, he would talk to you at any given chance and never miss to say thank you. Stutters and blushes a lot but also thinks he isn't good enough for you. Husband material: 6-7/10 (you will definitely be the initiative one, he falls in love way too easily and will propose marriage as soon as possible but no shame if you're into that)

Sadie: She fell in love with you gradually after getting to know you better and found that your personalities are compatible after several jobs together. She actually takes a long time falling in love with someone or at least until she is sure of her feelings and ready to speak up about them. Wifey material: 10/10 (literally perfect)

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #charles smith x reader #sean mcguire x reader #lenny summers x reader #leonard lenny summers x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #micah bell x reader #sadie adler x reader #red dead redemption preference #kieran duffy x reader

[awed-frog]

Things I learned from WW84:

If you take off your glasses and your skirt and walk around half-blind in your undies, you’ll become beautiful

But you shouldn’t wish to be beautiful, or liked: that’s bad, and you will be punished for it

Remember: only Special People, who were born Like That, can be beautiful and liked

It’s okay to sleep with a possessed body if you’re a woman

One (1) subtextual reminder your main character is bi are enough

Women whose first love dies should never sleep with anyone else

Ever again

Your dead boyfriend of two weeks will say otherwise because he’s Good and Kind, but deep down you know you’ll never have sex again

If you’re not the main character, you can expect to randomly die and be replaced by Chris Pine

No one will miss you

Junk food that comes in a box is amazing and people from the past never knew food could be this good

But this isn’t product placement: [unnamed eldritch abomination] is genuinely good & worth your purchase  

(Please buy it)

Taking over the title of an anti-capitalistic novel for your money-making, pro-imperialistic box office extravaganza is okay & desirable

(There was literally no reason to set this in 1984, was there?)

There is no good way of writing a romance between an immortal character and someone who’s 9000 years younger

Especially if the mortal person is portrayed as a wide-eyed ‘virgin’ who doesn’t know anything about the world

Yeah, even if ‘not knowing anything about the world’ has an actual plot-relevant explanation

Still creepy af

Probably a me problem, but I can’t tell Kristen Wiig and Emily Blunt apart

Literally the same face

Every man in the world is an untrustworthy creep

Except for Chris Pine and that one homeless guy who stops righteous feminist rage from turning into murder

That could happen to anyone, people

One man catcalls you and you’re ready to kill

Women, amirite?

The missile thing is as bad as you’d expect

Unclear who [Middle Eastern kinglet living in the 1500s] was suposed to be, but if you want your land back, it will inevitably cause pain and misery for thousands of vulnerable people

So don’t

Also it will make Mubarak sad

And Mubarak is our friend

The Roman empire ‘collapsed catastrophically’ and ‘without a trace as to why’

So did Carthage

And the Mayans

Iraq only wanted to ‘defend itself’ during the war it started against Iran

Male Villain motivation: to overcome the trauma of an abusive childhood by making enough to provide for the son he adores 

Female Villain motivation: “Men don’t look at me and I can’t walk in high heels”

Male Villain arc end: “I’ll drop everything if it means my son is safe”

Female Villain arc end: “I have now turned into a BEAST because my demented desire to be walk through a park at night without being harassed turned my brain to jelly, but I won’t go back to the husk of a person I was before - a top scientist employed by the Smithsonian with a lovely apartment - even if it kills me + everybody else”

“The world is a beautiful place just as it is”

I mean, you could have a world where you’re not frightened and poor and oppressed, but what will that cost you?

Nuclear war, that’s what a

And everyone dying

You selfish commie

It’s normal & good for a President to wish for more nuclear weapons

The real villain is the immigrant kid who wanted to be like everybody else

And: homelessness is not that bad when it’s Christmas!

Bonus:

This “We had sex with you while you were in a coma and you don’t remember it but I know what your special meat stick looks like” smile.

#wonder woman #wonder woman 1984 #ww84 #movie review #spoilers #so this was very bad #surprised no one is talking about the main message #which is 'wishing not to be poor will wreck the world' #like yeah #the stereotyping was bad #and the whole wall thing yikes #but as ever #the main thing here is about class #keep your head down #and a hero will save you #don't save yourselves people! #you'll only make a mess

[bas-writes]

Hi again Bas! Sorry about that but thank you for the Robin headcanon! It was very good!

As a different (and hopefully more original) request, may I please have Nami and her girlfriend who are constantly labeled as friends because they don't have the "look" of a wlw relationship? For example, if they are not kissing or wearing rainbow colors then they're not a "real" couple.

Also an added detail that you can totally ignore is them dealing with the male gaze and the sexualization of their relationship.

Thank you very much and have a great day! ^^

Ooh, this request is such a mood. (Happens frequently, when you're into women but not homosexual ghh.) Focused more on the "straight-passing" matter to not throw too much triggering stuff, hope you don't mind.

Being labelled as straight and other wlw struggles

Character: Nami Reader: female (trans inclusive) CW: mentioned catcalling, sexualisation, just men being gross

Nami is not a person who would care about labels and such. She was called plenty before, most of them really mean and hurtful, being confused as a straight is just nothing compared to what she had been through. Besides, she believes her sexuality is a matter between her and you, not between you two and some randos on the street. She doesn’t need to shout “I’m into women” to feel valid. Besides, being considered straight sometimes has its advantages - and she will use any advantage, if it brings her money or safety.

However, there are some things that piss her off. And the more it’s something that hurts you, the more she’s furious. Nami sees that you’re dead tired of being mistaken for her friend, of having to explain yourself, of you two being hit on by men while minding your business - or worse, when on a date. She sees how sometimes you struggle with yourself, when all those accusations make you doubt your sexuality. How you consider adjusting to expectations and change yourself to look ‘more wlw’.

Nami doesn’t care about herself - but does care about you and your happiness. And on top of that, she’s very possessive, so men having their dirty eyes on you or hitting on you in front of her… Oh, all the rage!

And the worst is that she can’t do much about it. She can comfort you and deal with your struggles, repeat you time after time that sexuality is your private sphere, that you don’t owe anyone explanations, that you don’t have to step out of your comfort zone to please others, that you don’t have to match expectations of straight - or other queer - people. That she loves you regardless of what they say. But well, she can’t do anything about people being stupid and ruining your mood.

We all know Nami is… choleric and can act on impulse. Provoked, she not only can but will explode and do something she’d not do otherwise. If people pressure you - or her, but especially you - too much, she’s more than ready to throw hands with them or make a cheeky demonstration with shit-eating grin all over her face. Possessive arm wrapped around your waist. Pet names explicitly stating your relationship status. Passionate kisses in the middle of a street. Snapping and reaming an idiot out. Zapping especially stubborn intruders. Or robbing them on top of that, since the opportunity can’t be missed.

Though, it can bring worse results. Male gaze. Comments, often disgusting. Catcalling. Whistling. Nami, well, is used to it. But it affects you as well, and if it was her action that triggered those reactions, she feels a bit guilty on top of that. Of course, it does not excuse those assholes, but she knows you’d not be exposed to this disgusting behavior, if she kept her mouth closed.

No wonder drama would roll. And since Nami has a secret weapon (Sanji) ready, it’s not hard for a full war to wreck everything.

Later on, she tries to make it up to you, pampering you with affection, luxury girls only time, hugs and kisses - and gifts (bought with money she stole from assholes who started everything). Even with asses kicked, idiots always ruin the mood; she understands and doesn’t want you to feel bad. Or guilty! If someone is at fault, then it’s only them and her inability to shut up, never you!

10/10 will slip a word to Robin and Sanji, to help her set a romantic date on a ship only for her and you. There no one (maybe except Luffy trying to sneak anyway and steal food) will interrupt you and you can enjoy some quality time away from shitty people.

#nami x reader #nami x you #nami imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x you #bas writes #nami #female reader #pride 2021

[violetnotez]

Hey! Awesome page, love!❤️ can i request hcs for characters of your choice with a s/o who is constantly being admired by other men? She gets catcalled, strangers offer to pay for her in public, gets gifts/chocolate from other men etc... lol this has all actually happened to me with my boyfriend before so it’d be interesting to see how these characters react when it happens to them😂 —HnM💕

Hello anon! Omg I love this idea-I am weak for the boys being protective and drinking their respect women juice 😂 anyways I picked Kiri, Izuku, Bakugo, and Kaminari, since their my most requested babies~I hope you like it!

(Also Bakugo’s gets kinda *spicy at the end, but not too bad hope that’s alright I just couldn’t help it!)❤️

Pairings: Kirishima x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Bakugo x Reader

(RULES  | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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Kirishima

Kay so Kirishima knows your pretty-your drop dead gorgeous to him!!

He honestly can’t believe your dating him and your his and his only

So he isn’t surprised other men find you attractive-he just doesn’t like it

This boy is the biggest bodyguard

He knows you so well that if any guy is making you uncomfortable, he immediately steps in

Will shield you with his body and sternly tell the dude to lay off

He knows he shouldn’t like it

butttt it is adorable that you take refuge with him-it reassures him he’s doing something right as a boyfriend

But it does make him feel insecure when other men are trying to get with you

Like is there something wrong with him? Is he not a good enough boyfriend?

This poor baby is gonna have a lot of insecurities about this-but he won’t ever tell you! He doesn’t want you worrying about him…

KIRISHIMA TALK ABOUT UR FEELINGS OR I WILL ATTACK U WITH MY LOVE

Once he does open up about it, reassure him that’s he’s the only one for you!!!

Lots of kisses and cuddles and he will feel much better!

Izuku

Baby boy is smol

But will protect you nevertheless!

He is usually a nervous wreck about relationships-a simple peck on the check causes him to blush and stutter for HOURS ON END

Basically has the biggest and most adorable sub energy

But the moment his girl is uncomfortable or in trouble~

INSTANT PERSONALITY CHANGE

He is taking charge, and sternly telling the dude to go away

You’ve seen Midoriya angry, but not like this-it’s like hes in some possessive angry state

He grabs your hand.....

(which shocks you because he rarely initiates touches, he’s just too nervous)

and leads you away

He’ll be fuming for a while, playing the scene over and over in his head, willing himself to calm down

He won’t be proud of how he acted, but you on the other hand found it kinda hot

He’ll apologize for how he acted, but just kiss him on the cheeck and tell him that it’s okay, your happy he protected you

Bonus points if you act flirty-poor boy will turn into a stuttering mess again

Bakugo

Oh god Bakugo is gonna kill someone

This boi is POSSESSIVE over you

You are his. Only his. And nobody else’s. If somebody can’t understand then he’ll teach him that.

He doesn’t understand why guys have to be so perverted around you

Yeah your fucking hot??? So why the hell they have to stare at what is his?

He has radar for that type of stuff-he can catch a guy staring at you from a mile away

He never wants to draw attention to it but he’ll stare at the guy with the deadliest glare until the guy looks away

But when it happens in front of him- oh oh ooh shit is going dowwwn

Lowkey will choke the dude if you don’t hold him back

Will kinda turn maniac-like

Like he’ll be smiling evilly and is hand will be smoking as he’s throwing every threat he can think of at the dude

Your gonna have to calm this boy down but that’ll be impossible after

Will lowkey be kinda horny after

Will want to show you that you are only his and what you'll be missing if you so much as think about leaving him for one of those extras

So, uh, get ready!

#bnha #bnha hc #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo x you #katsuki x reader #mha katsuki x reader #bnha katsuki hc #eijirou x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha eijirou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima x reader #kirishima #mha kirishima #kirishima imagine #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku hc #bnha izuku x reader #mha izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha izuku midoriya x reader

[genderfluid-and-confuzled]

which patch should i do first?

*Is an idea my friends gave me

Unionize.

I’m the queer they’re baiting

The moon is crumbling but that’s okay

Just leave me in this perfect town

*Bite the hand that refuses to feed

*Thembo

*Just existing ain’t enough

Everything we own(?)(have?) we always share

*the hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats

Can’t be straight when there is no opposite

The planet saturn

(ideas from jupiter) ty @sharkssocks

black lives matter

dead men can’t catcall

gender is a prison and i chewed through the bars

gender has failed us (trans anarchy symbol)

1312

the wrong amazon is burning

no human is illegal

support jewish people (but put a star of david)

you are not immune to propaganda

boycott the binary

ableism isn’t punk

queer without fear

not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you

abolish capitalism

the earth isn't dying, it’s being killed