#we'll never have the numbers to win anything

[a-list-of-moods]

friendly reminder that liberal infighting is a big part of why we can't get shit done

#because if our base is broken and our votes are split between a bunch of third party candidates as well as the main one #we'll never have the numbers to win anything #and they know this #which is why i am convinced some of the infighting discourse is caused BY r*publicans to keep this shit happening #same thing with the 'who belongs at pride' nonsense. the answer is anyone who isn't there to cause trouble. #and i'm sure it was made up to keep lgbt people fighting amongst ourselves rather than banding together against the common enemy: bigots #it's the same principle is what I'm saying #tw politics

[ddejavvu]

could you write abt spencer & bau!reader (secret relationship) and spencer having flowers delivered to their work and the note is really sweet (clearly from a boyfriend) and the team trying to figure out who she's seeing? <3

"I never thought something as simple as a glance could make me giddy," Penelope reads, knees threatening to collapse with how hard she's swooning, "But a single look from you has me gasping for breath."

"Y/N," JJ croons, smoothing a hand over your shoulder, "You've got him hooked."

"I do not," You whine, swatting at her hand, "Guys, you really weren't supposed to see this. Can we please just pretend it never happened?"

"Are you kidding? We've gotta meet him now," Derek straightens from where he'd been leaning on your desk, "I'll intimidate him just in case he decides to try anything stupid. And Reid-" He pauses, glancing back at the noticeably uncomfortable agent behind him, "Uh, Reid'll give him the statistics of how many times I win a fight. Right, Reid?"

"Right," Spencer nods, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, "100% of the time."

Derek smirks at the complimentary number, nodding smugly. No one but Hotch notices that Spencer hurriedly tucks a book away into his desk, a sticky tab on the side denoting the page that he'd copied down the poem that was on the note in your flowers. Spencer had actually come into his office to ask Hotch if he thought that it was a nice poem, he just hadn't expected his answer of 'it's beautiful' to mean that you'd be reading it while ornate petals covered half of the words. Clearly, Spencer hadn't meant anyone to read the note out loud.

"You should bring him to Rossi's," Emily muses, then he can be judged on his pasta-eating form."

"I swear to god, if he holds his knife wrong," Dave starts, but Hotch cuts him off from where he's leaning against the doorway to his office.

"Alright, everyone stop meddling in Y/L/N's love life. You're probably making it less likely for you to ever meet him."

"We'll figure it out," Penelope huffs, storming back to her office, "I'll track down the flower shop and their business records if I have to!"

Once again, Hotch is the only one that notices' Spencer's eyes widen.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid one-shot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid hc #spencer reid hcs #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid dialogue #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader fanfiction #bau!reader #bau x reader

[d-targaryenshoe]

Muddy Games - Anthony Bridgerton

Word Count: 1728

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton and a game of Pall Mall, without winning it's never good enough it is.

As the sunlight met your skin, you felt the heat radiate from the So huge window shining into your bedroom, or perhaps it may been the warmth that radiated from your husband's body who still sounded pretty much asleep next to you. 

Staring at the ceiling, a smile appeared on your face. It may have been happiness even though adoration was also still a valuable option.

You pulled the covers from your body as you carefully took hold of Anthony's hand, trying to pull yourself from under his grip meanwhile, but the Lord was smarter than you knew.

"Dearest, it's almost half of the day, we must go downstairs to the family." You chuckled, feeling Anthony's arm tighten around your waist before he pulled you closer once more. "Anthony, we've arrived last night, we didn't even see them."

"We still have enough time to conversate with them, they'd understand me if I desired to lock myself in here with my newly wedded wife." He answered, placing his lips on your neck.

"They would, hm?" Running a hand through his brown hair, you smiled while raising an eyebrow at the man. "We really should sr-tart of this da-"

"Anthony? Y/n?" A young female's voice was sounded on the other side of your door after a knock was heard. "YOU MUST MAKE HASTE." 

Anthony sighed to himself, rubbing his forehead before getting up out of bed and opening the door for a small crack. hiding his uncovered body behind the door, meeting Eloise's eyes. "Sister? Nice to see you on this delightful morning, is it not?"

"No, it is not." She answered.

"The sun is shining to its greatest?"

"Sun? Ah, very hot, too hot." She fanned herself with her hand.

Eloise grinned sarcastically at her brother, giving him a toothy smile, trying to peek into the room but no one could do as Anthony positioned his hand on the doorframe. "Do you need assistance with anything, El?

"No, just hastening the two of you up with whatever you're accomplishing, everyone's downstairs, we're almost beginning a Pall Mall game." Eloise shrugged, before loudly speaking up. "DAPHNE WOULD LOVE TO SEE Y/N AGAIN AFTER SUCH A LONG TRAVEL." 

Anthony squinted at the younger girl, shaking his head before she waved him off and walked away, knowing how much of a strong connection you had with the other Bridgerton sister.

Anthony closed the door, walked back into the room, and started to relay Eloise's message, but you interrupted him with a chuckle. "I heard everything, dearest. Let's not keep your family waiting." 

You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before getting out of bed to get dressed. Anthony smiled at you, grateful for your understanding nature, and started to get ready as well. 

"Thank you for the concern, but I'm ready to face them. We'll handle it together." You replied with a smile as you walked down the staircase, holding hands. 

As you stepped outside, the first thing you saw was the family waiting on the grass field. They were all smiling and waving, and you could feel the love and warmth radiating from them. 

Despite the overwhelming feeling of being surrounded by so many people, you knew that you were very much ready to be a part of this family.

Eloise was standing next to Violet, who immediately embraced you and welcomed you to the family. 

"Oh, brother, I must say, you and the clothes on your body are a much more pleasant sight." Eloise smiled, but the smile quickly faded as she saw the look Colin gave her.

"Eloise, that's enough. Let's not embarrass the newlyweds," Violet said, giving her daughter a stern look. 

"I'll think of a number and the person to guess it, picks first?" Colin suggested.

"What? I do not accept. The oldest should pick first, Colin." Benedict snapped.

"The oldest? The youngest, much rather!" Eloise

"I just got married, I should be choosing." Anthony urged.

"Why am I afraid that this is how every Pall Mall game goes?" You asked Daphne as she chuckled. "Because it is, is it not?"

Daphne catches your eye and nods her head. "Very much so, excuse me for a moment."

"All of you, almost starting a contest on who shall pick first, when the only person who has not said one thing, is your wife, Anthony, maybe she is the one to pick first?" Daphne gave her brother a stern look, hearing Eloise laughing quietly.

As Anthony clears his throat, he agrees with Daphne's suggestion that you should be the one to pick first. "Yes, that's a great idea. Dearest, why don't you pick first?" he says, giving you a warm smile. 

You nod, picking the black mallet, and noticing Anthony's expression of shock. You can't help but laugh as Benedict teases his brother about the mallet of death. 

"So it is yours?" You ask, holding out the mallet towards him to take, but he shakes his head, kissing your temple.

"No, not at all, it's yours now." Anthony smiles.

"Is it? Because the last time I tried to do so, you almost beate-" Colin his words were stopped by the look his brother gave him. "What?"

"You exaggerate, dear brother." Anthony placed his chin on your shoulder, standing behind you and wrapping one arm around your waist. 

"I've had enough, shall I watch those two all day, or may I start this game?" Eloise sighed, swinging the mallet in her hand towards you and Anthony. "I much would like to do the second thought."

" I think we should indeed begin with the Pall Mall game, y/n, love, why don't you start? violet kindly smiled, placing her hand on yours before returning to her seat.

With a determined look on your face, you swung your mallet and successfully struck the round bowl through the high arch of iron.

"Well, well, well! It seems your mighty mallet has finally proven its worth." You teased your husband, making him place his lips on your neck, making you lean into him. 

" It was just a stroke of luck." He muttered against your neck, before releasing you and walking towards the spot to give it his best try. "Dear family, watch closely, Benedict, you indeed. I'm about to show you how it's done."

Anthony steps up to take his shot, his eyes focused on the target. He swings his mallet with confidence, but to his dismay, he misses the ball completely. His expression turns from determination to frustration.

"Well, well, Anthony. I must say, that was quite the swing!" Benedict laughed, throwing his arm around his brother's shoulder.

Anthony's face turns red with embarrassment as his siblings join in on the laughter.

"Oh Anthony, perhaps you need a bit more practice before challenging Benedict." Daphne tried to hide her smile behind her gloved hand. 

"I think I'll keep score. One point deducted for every missed shot, Anthony." Eloise adjusted the bow in her hair, smiling at the Bridgerton brother.

Anthony tries to maintain his composure, but the teasing continues to rattle him. "Enough! I'll show you all in the next round."

"Alright, here goes nothing!" Daphne sighs, taking Anthony's spot of position. Daphne takes a deep breath and focuses on the ball. With a swift motion, she strikes it with precision.

The ball hits the target dead center, causing a loud "clang" sound. 

"I did it! I did it!" She cheered, embracing you and Eloise with joy. 

"Okay, Daphne, we've heard, now it's my turn." Colin tries his best to concentrate. "Alright, here goes nothing!"

"Colin, that position? You really must work on your aim." Anthony spoke, having Eloise chuckle. "Don't chuckle, you too."

"Just you wait, Anthony. I'll get better with practice." Colin answered, striking the ball and scoring another point. 

"Everybody move, I get to try now." Benedict swings his mallet and hits the ball with a strong force, but unfortunately, it veers off course. "Damn it!"

"What happened, Benedict?" Anthony raised an eyebrow, leaning his hands on his mallet.

"It's your fault, Anthony! You distracted me!" Benedict pointed a finger at his brother. 

 "Me? How on earth did I distract you?" Anthony rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault you missed your shot."

"Okay, okay, my turn, go away," Eloise said, She hit the ball, but it flew through the air and landed in the mud. "Oh no! The ball went flying, there goes my shot!

Anthony let his eyes run over the field and remembers which direction it went. "Y/n, dearest, the ball went in that direction, care to join?"

"Of course, we must retrieve it." You smile, taking hold of your husband's hand and following him in the direction, trying not to ruin your gown.

" Look for anything round and shiny. It could be partially buried." Anthony said, doing his best not to slip away in the mud. 

Letting your eyes scan the ground they stopped at a particular point. "I see something over there! It's partially hidden under the mud."

The both of you carefully unearth the ball, covered in mud, but otherwise intact. "Thank goodness! Our family's legacy is safe."

the both of you find yourselves alone in the middle of the muddy mess. Your clothes are drenched and covered in dirt. The rain pours down, adding to the chaos.

"Well, my love, it seems we've found ourselves in quite a predicament, the desire that burns within me is too strong." Anthony softly spoke, removing the sleeve from your shoulder

"Oh, stop it, Anthony. You're just as disheveled as I am." You chuckled, as Anthony pulled your body closer to his. 

"But that's what makes this moment so perfect. No expectations, no inhibitions, just us, here in the mud." Anthony smiled at you, tightening his grip around you. 

 "Are you suggesting we make the most of this muddy situation?" You asked, removing the strand of hair that fell on his forehead.

"Absolutely, dearest, let's embrace the messiness and create a memory that will last a lifetime." You share a passionate kiss, your bodies intertwining as they revel in the spontaneity of the moment. 

The rain continues to pour, washing away your worries and leaving only their love behind. The mud still clings to your clothes, but you pay no mind.

 In this moment, nothing else matters except their love for each other.

#anthony bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton netflix #colin bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #anthony x reader #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x y/n #x reader

[5-spiders-in-a-trenchcoat]

So I was watching ATSV for the fifth time and I noticed a very interesting detail in the background of the panning shot when Miles is on the rooftop of Earth 42.

Right there in the top left, there's an incredibly prominent 8.

Now, I'm probably grasping at straws here, but I have a feeling that it wasn't placed there for no reason, since the reoccurrence of the number 42 ended up being important (it, for example, shows up as the lottery number that wins Miles a spot in Visions, on his shirt, and is also created by debris after Miles's 'failed' leap of faith in the first movie, where he breaks the goober).

So assuming I'm right and this number is, in fact, significant in some way, my next thought (obviously) was to wonder what it might just be. Initially I couldn't think of anything that significant (a spider has eight legs/eyes? The squad that's off to rescue Miles is composed of eight people?)

...and then I remembered about earth-8.

In case you don't know what it is, it's a universe in the comics (which I have never read) where Miles and Gwen are married and have children, so obviously I instantly latched onto this interpretation because my brainrot is near-terminal.

If (and this is a big if) my interpretation is correct, this might be foreshadowing for the next movie: seeing as it's been confirmed that we'll be seeing Gwen variants in Beyond I don't think it's outside the realm of possibility that we'll be seeing Earth-8 next movie...

#ghostflower #gwiles #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #grasping at straws #theory

[t-r99]

Thank You

Oliver knows it can be hard to trust him. He would do anything to prove that he changed when he met you.

I spent way too long writing this stupid thing and now I think it’s crap. Bleh

It's because I posted this

Oliver Aiku x reader

wc: 1.3k

"What's going on with you? At this rate we'll be the laughingstock of Japan."

Aiku ignores Niou. For the first time in his life, he's distracted during a match. He's the captain of the team and their best defender, but he can hardly focus on anything other than you and your teary eyes and broken voice.

It's been two days.

It feels longer.

Aiku doesn't like being away from you for this long and that's what's fucking with him. He doesn't know when he got so attached.

He's Oliver Aiku, for goodness' sake. He doesn't do relationship issues, he usually is the issue itself, and he doesn't exactly do relationships either.

It's the first time he's ashamed of being a so called womanizer. Aiku's past antics have finally come back to bite him in the ass.

"You okay there?" Sendou asks.

Everyone is well aware of the fact that something is wrong. Aiku has been mostly quiet and keeping to himself for the past two days, having only practiced like crazy.

"'m fine." Oliver grunts.

"Get yourself together then." Niou says. "We need you out there."

The team needs him, but Aiku needs you. He feels so lost without you that it's nauseating.

Oliver thinks back to two days prior when several old flings suddenly showed up out of nowhere.

It's not like it was ever a secret that he used to get around, but it all changed when he met you. You're so much more than that, and now you think he's just a shameless cheater.

"Aiku," Niou speaks again. "get your shit together. We're going back out in ten minutes."

Oliver . . . doesn't care.

All he wants is to hold you right now. Aiku is sure you hate him, and why wouldn't you? Before you actually gave him a chance, you rejected him because of his past and reputation, then when you finally gave him a chance you ended up walking in on a bunch of girls all over him. How could anyone not think he was cheating?

If only you would talk to him. Oliver just wants to explain what happened.

He's looking down at his phone, screen black. While he wants to text you, he honestly has no idea what to type out anymore.

Aiku's mind drifts again and he thinks back to two days ago.

What do I say? I should . . . He sighs. Oliver really has no idea what to say. He's already called and texted numerous times but you haven’t answered or replied.

He sees your face in front of him again and he hears your voice echo in his mind, "I knew it. This is what I was scared would happen but you promised and now . . ." You didn't yell at him, but he honestly wishes you had. You just sounded defeated.

Aiku wants to bash his head into the nearest wall in an effort to erase the memory from his mind.

His phone vibrates, barely a minute before half time is over.

It's not from you. Of course it isn't. Oliver doesn't recognize the number, but the bottom of the text says that it's from one of your friends, reading, I was asked to text you that you're being pathetic. Come on, you're better than that.

Asked? Asked by whom? By you?

Aiku gulps. Does that mean you're watching the match from home? You've never actually been interested in sports, but if you're watching even when hurt and pissed at him then maybe . . .

Oliver puts his phone away.

He's still a bit distracted now that the second half has begun, but it's not as bad anymore. He now knows you watched the first half and Oliver hopes you're still watching.

You know a bit about the sport even though you're not a fan, and you've praised him for his skills plenty. It swells his ego like never before to have you tell him he did a great job on the field.

He's thinking about it now while facing the opposing team's striker. If everything between you two was okay right now, he would defend the goal and block the shot, make sure no one would score, his team would win, and he would get to go to you and get praised and smothered with kisses all over his face, he absolutely loves it.

God, he really wants to see you.

*

It was close, but they won.

The team celebrates but Oliver sits defeated, towel on his head with his hair covering his eyes.

He managed to get his shit together enough to block every shot from the opposing team but now that the match is over he's once again reminded of how you're not there to tell him he did well.

Aiku takes his gloves off and tosses them to the side.

The team notices, but no one says anything. They think he's mentally reprimanding himself for his performance in the first half.

Oliver only got himself together because he knew you were watching, not wanting to disappoint you. Now he wishes he could just hug you and annoy you with endless, "Did you see what I did? I was amazing, wasn't I?"

He grabs his phone, hoping he'll unlock it to find a message from you, but there's nothing.

Nothing, He thinks, locking it again.

Aiku gets up and showers. The team wants to go out for a celebratory dinner but he declines.

That finally makes everyone start to pester him. One is asking what his issue is, another asks if something happened, someone tells him he's acting weird, but Oliver ignores everything.

"I want to be alone." He says, picking his bag up.

What an idiot he is.

You're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you.

Aiku pushes the exit door open and looks up.

"Wha-. . ."

He's dreaming right?

The second your eyes meet you look down, brows furrowing. You look both hurt and anxious, hands balled into fists by your sides, shifting your weight on your feet, just uncomfortable.

Are you uncomfortable because you're finally in his presence again? The question crosses Aiku's mind and he swears he feels actual physical pain.

He drops his bag.

You're honestly caught off guard when he sprints up to you and engulfs you in a near suffocating hug.

Oliver clings to you desperately, pulling you into his chest with a relieved sigh. He nuzzles into your shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of holding you in his arms again, then turns his head to kiss your cheek and buries his face in the side of your neck. "I never wanted to hurt you." Aiku mumbles.

He sounds so defeated.

You don't do much, only putting a hand on the back of his head. "What happened the other day?" Your voice is small and quiet.

"I don't know." Oliver admits.

"You ever cheated on me?" You ask.

Deep down you know that the answer is no. Oliver dotes on you and never fails to show how much you mean to him. Sure, you had your doubts in the beginning, but he's never given you a reason to think he was fooling around with others.

Oliver gives a soft, "No." and hugs you tighter.

"Okay." You mumble, playing with his hair. "I believe you."

"Yeah?" Aiku sighs in relief. "Thank you."

"It's not easy, though."

"I know." Oliver is well aware of his reputation. He's never cared before, but he does now. He cares because it affects you. "I'm sorry."

"You were really pathetic in the first half." You suddenly say and he snorts, smiling. "Did my message help?"

"Why didn't you text me yourself?" He asks.

"I wanted to see you in person before talking over the phone."

Oliver pulls back enough to look down at you. You're looking away from him with a small pout on your face, a light blush on your cheeks. "Thank you." He kisses your temple.

#blue lock #bllk #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku x you #aiku x reader #blue lock oliver aiku

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Ambush

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Use of Google translate for one scentence.

Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, left untouched. I couldnt get past a few things, but it's finally done and passing in my standards 😅 Two more parts are left for the main story and then I'll be posting the 'memory lanes'. As a reminder, please be sure to follow @xxwritemeastoryxxlibrary and turn on notifications so you never miss a fic!

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Phantom Masterlist || MCU Masterlist || Taglist

Tony sighed as he looked over at Steve for a moment before looking back at Bucky. “That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Y/N won't be at either of them.” 

“Why wouldn't she be?” Bucky asked with a raised brow. 

“Unless this is another false lead, which doesn't seem likely, given how Natasha obtained the information, but Phantom has a new mission she's been tasked with.” When Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, Tony continued. “It's us.” 

“What do you mean ‘it's us’?” Steve asked. 

“We're in the way.” Both Bucky and Tony said at the same time. 

Of all of the scenarios Bucky’s mind had come up with on finding her, this one hadn't come up the most. He knew the chances of her being sent to take them out were high. And now that it was here, he hoped it didn't go to the worst scenario his mind came up with. 

“Take out the key players and they have a winning chance.” Tony added. 

“Did they say when this is supposed to happen?” Bucky asked. 

Bucky knew they needed to be ready. His mind was already going through everything they'd need to safely stop Y/N. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he was going to make sure everyone would do as needed. 

“Don't know.” Tony answered. “We don't know if this will be a hit all three at once situation or attempt to take us out and then get what they need.” 

“She could have been given that mission at any time.” Steve looked over at Bucky. “If she's coming, we're going to need a plan and fast.” 

“The only way to know for sure is if there were any attempts at getting our information.” Bucky noted. “We'll be able to come up with some kind of timeline we're working with. But I gotta say this now. It's gotta be non lethals only, or me going up against her.”

“Of course.” Steve nodded. He was sure if given the right amount of time, several plans could be put into place. The amount of non lethals they had wouldn't run out. “There is the option of Wanda. She could do something to stop her without any harm coming to her.” 

Bucky nodded. “We'll have to make sure Wanda is close by at all times.” Both Steve and Tony nodded. 

“Now the question is how long do we have to prepare before she drops in. FRIDAY, has there been anything flagged as suspicious activity in any of the systems?”

All three of them looked towards each other for a moment. FRIDAY normally answered seconds after anything was asked. But this time there was silence. A moment later, alarms were going off through the compound. 

“I'd say that's suspicious enough.” Tony said before the three of them began running out of the conference room. 

On the opposite end of the compound Hydra soldiers continued to spill onto the property. The moment Phantom disabled the security systems, they were making their way in. While the numbers weren't one of a strong army, they currently had a bit of an advantage. 

A quinjet flew overhead. One that had been in Hydra’s hold since the fall of SHIELD. Putting it to use today made it almost too easy to get close enough for Phantom to hack into the system and disarm it. 

Hovering over the roof of the compound, the ramp lowered. Several soldiers moved towards the end and made their way onto the roof. A moment later, Phantom was making her way towards the ramp. 

She wore black tactical gear from head to toe. The hood of her shirt had been up, casting a shadow on her face. A black fabric mask covers the bottom half of her face, adding to the illusion of her not being seen under the hood. 

Several tactical belts laid at her hips. Any weapon that would be needed for her was within reach. Straps that holstered guns and blades ran down the sides of her leg ensuring that once the back up bullets ran out, she'd have other weapons to use. 

Before she could put one foot on the ramp, a set of commands were thrown into the air. The words caused her to stop in her tracks and wait for either information or one last check. 

A soldier came to stand beside her. His attention was on the building just below them. Her temporary handler while on this mission. 

“Your mission?” He asked. 

“Take out the Avengers.” She responded instantly. 

“The priority?”

“The traitor to Hydra.” Phantom hadn't moved or looked his way.  “He's problematic to the mission. He feeds information to the Avengers. His death means Hydra can do as it needs to.” 

“Stark and Wilson are already working the perimeter.” Steve said as the group made their way towards the main floor. “We'll meet them in the middle. Take any you can for interrogating.  If you see Y/N, non lethals only or call for Bucky. Anyone see Maximoff?”

“Good. Ensure this mission is successful.” He nodded his head towards the opening. “Don't return until it is. Preferably with his head.” Without any acknowledgement, Phantom was making her way down the ramp. 

“We're down two. Her and Vision had plans.” Natasha added as she tightened the widow bites around her wrists. “Already sent a message to them and they're on their way.” 

“Keep your eyes scanning.” Bucky noted as they reached the end of the hall before the main floor door. “She can come out from anywhere. If she's got all the information she needs-” 

A hunter's knife blew past them before embedding itself in the door in front of them. The way the knife hit the door was a way to keep it from opening. A strategic move to keep someone from leaving. 

For a brief moment as Bucky’s eyes landed on the embedded knife, a quick flash of a memory played through his mind. One where he was throwing the blade to keep Y/N from leaving. And now he was on the receiving end of it. 

“No need to go looking for her.” Clint stated the obvious as they turned to look down the path they came from. “She found us.” 

In the dimly lit halls, the four of them found the silhouette of Phantom. Her face couldn't be seen from their position. And from what they could see, her hands rested at her side, almost as if she was waiting. Waiting for one of them to make their move. 

Bucky moved himself from his current position in the back to stand in front of the others. “Get going. I've got her.” 

There was a part of him that was relieved at seeing her. He hadn't physically seen her in two years and now she was standing in front of him. The other part knew this wasn't going to be the reunion he thought about for the past several months. At this very moment, she wasn't the woman he knew. She was an asset that was sent on a mission and wasn't going to stop until it was done. 

“She won't hold back.” Natasha voiced his thoughts. 

“And I won't stop until I get through to her.” Bucky added. 

A heavy feeling of deja vu was played on the  group. They had been here once before, under different circumstances. If history was repeating itself, at least they knew the outcome would be in their favor. 

“If you need us…” Steve trailed off as he motioned for the other to began making their way down the adjacent hallway. He only received a nod from Bucky before he was following closely behind. 

When Bucky took one step forward, he watched her carefully. He watched for any of her movements that she'd make. He still couldn't see her face but he knew she was watching him like a hawk. 

“We don't have to do this.” His voice was loud and clear. 

He took several more steps closer to her but she remained still, just watching him. When he came to a stop a few steps away from her, her eyes finally became clear within the darkness that surrounded her face. It was as he took in her eyes, the eyes he once believed that he could get lost in them, he was met with a cold and empty look. 

Her mind registered different things about the man before her. His appearance was familiar to her from the several files she had read through the night before. Everything within the file had been accurate. The only difference was that his hair was several inches longer now than it was in the surveillance photos. 

The gun that he carried was down by his side, hanging from the strap on his shoulder. His posture was calm, as if he wasn't currently going up against someone who could take his life. 

But there was something about his eyes. How they moved over her the moment he was close enough to really examine her. The way there was concern in his eyes the whole time he walked towards her. It set off something within her she didn't understand. 

“‘This’ only ends one way.” Her voice was almost monotonous. The moment the words left her lips, she was unsheathing two of the combat knives at her hips and advancing forward. 

Even with it being longer than two years since the last time he had any training with her, he knew every movement she made before she had. Every strike she attempted he was blocking it. Even when she attempted to use the gun at his side, he had it out of her hands and the gun thrown down the hall. 

Her tactics hadn't changed. There were slight differences but a majority of it was the same. And for a brief moment it hadn't been them standing in a hall with her attempting to kill him. They were in the gym with a sparring session. It's why he couldn't stop the words from leaving his lips. 

“You're going to have to do better than that.” It was followed by a chuckle. 

The response had been a lift of her eyebrow before she manuevored herself to connect her elbow to his face, hard. Based on his stance stumbling slightly, the man before her hadn't been expecting it. She almost smirked as it gave her the opportunity to sweep her legs, knocking him down. 

I can't show you all my moves, then you wouldn't spar with me. 

Her own voice echoed within her brain that caused her to hesitate. A response to his remark that she hadn’t even thought about responding to. Yet the echo of her own voice told her that would have been the response. 

Bucky noticed the slight hesitation as he moved to get up off the ground. The shift in her eyes reminded him of his own moments when Steve was trying to break through to him. He knew he officially had one foot in the door. 

“You know me.” He tried, hoping to push further.  

He watched as she shook whatever was happening in her mind off before sending the blade in her hand his way. Bucky caught it by the hilt before tossing it off to the side. 

“You are the Mission.” She responded. A moment later Bucky was blocking more of her advances. Including one that almost had the blade of the second knife embedded in his thigh. “That's how I know you.” 

The words had stung Bucky’s heart as he managed to pull the blade out of her grasp and throw it, with the blade embedding itself into the wall. It was strange to be on this end of things. To be the one fighting to get through to someone within Hydra’s hold. He just needed to break her free from it. 

It didn't take long for Bucky to find himself in a favorable hold with her. One that he knew he could easily get her pinned on the ground. And with one more maneuver he had her on her back, with him following her. 

When her back hit the ground, a strange fuzzy memory quickly passed her mind. One where the man before her had a smirk on his face instead of the serious look he had now as he looked at her. The sound of a giggle echoed in her ears before the memory completely faded. 

Out of instinct, she was able to manipulate the hold he currently had on her, forcing him on to his back. A blade she had attached to her hip was released from its sheath and brought up to his neck. It had been too easy to draw the first drop of blood from his body flinching against the pressure. 

He raised his hands up by his head, practically surrendering to her. “I'm not going to continue to fight you. ” 

She watched as his eyes met hers and never looked away. There was something in his eyes she hadn't believed she had seen before. She watched many with fear in their eyes before they began pleading for their lives. He didn't have the same look in his eyes. 

There was understanding and acceptance. For a man that hardly fought her back during the last several minutes, it made her curious as to why he hadn't tried running like the others had. Or at least attempted to use his arm in defense. 

She had been expecting it. She had read the information before coming. She knew the man used it to his advantage in combat. So why not with her? It had been almost too easy to have him pinned as he was now. 

Her head tilted slightly as she studied him. The blade against his neck never loosened as she did. Deep within her, in a way she didn't understand, there was now a feeling of familiarity. But how could someone she did not recognize hold such familiarity. 

Bucky noticed the way she was hesitating. He should have taken that opportunity to get himself out of his current position, but he was watching her reactions.

He knew from experience what could possibly be happening within her mind. He knew there was a possibility that something was coming over her that she couldn't explain. He knew that the woman deep within the asset was attempting to break through the surface. 

"Do you know who this is?”

A picture was held in front of her, and all she could focus on was the man's eyes. The same one that was currently pinned down to the ground beneath her. The sadness that was in those eyes. An ache in her chest when she couldn't remember his name, but she knew him intimately.

“Now you know me.” He said softly. His eyes still never left hers. Even as her eyes flicked back to his, he couldn’t bring himself to move. “You can't place it, but you feel it.” He slowly brought his fleshed hand up to her wrist. He gauged her reaction as he did, but she didn't move to stop him. “That's what's stopping you.” 

His fingers moved in a pattern against her skin that his mind had once created one night while spending time with her. The very pattern he continued to do any time he was feeling overwhelmed in any way. His signal to her he needed an out from wherever they were at. 

Bucky watched as she didn't flinch away from his touch. It was as if she was just watching his movements, taking in the familiarity of something unlocking within her brain. As she did, he noticed another shift in her eyes. He was getting through to her. 

He just needed something else to help break through to her. To help give that final break through the wall. But a moment later he could hear the sound of someone speaking to her through her coms. 

The shift in her eyes disappeared and she was twisting his hand away from hers as the blade of the knife pressed deeper into his skin. All she had to do was slice and it'd be over. Her mission would be complete. 

“Ty zakonchil zdes’, Fantom.” You're done here, Phantom. The words had quickly left Bucky’s lips in one breath. 

He watched as she paused once more. He knew her programming was working its way through her. Her mind was trying to take in what the word meant. The blade against his skin eased up slightly. 

A part of her mind was screaming at her to stop and stand at attention to wait for the next command. That the punishment would be worse if she didn't obey. And for a brief moment her weight lifted off of him slightly. But the other part of her mind didn't register the command. In all the new conditioning she had over the last several months, that command didn't exist. 

There was no new command to stop. There wasn't a punishment waiting for her if she didn't respond to the command given. The main goal that was embedded this time around: complete the mission. 

When Bucky saw her grip tightened on the hilt, he knew it didn't work. He knew that whatever command he'd throw at her, there would be a possibility of it no longer working. He was out of options. 

When the blade of the knife began sliding across his skin, Bucky grabbed a hold of her wrist with his vibranium hand, halting her movements and pulling her hand away. He adjusted himself to flip her back on to her back as she continued to fight to free herself from his hold. 

With a hard hit of her knee, she had him flipped off of her and she rushed to stand. In the process, she pulled the hand gun strapped to her ankle out and aimed. Her finger pulled at the trigger easily. 

Bucky barely had a moment to steady himself before he was blocking bullets with vibranium. He moved closer to her with each pull of the trigger. Counting each until he knew for sure the clip would be empty. Before the final count, he noticed that she stopped. 

If he hadn't looked up at her eyes, he would have missed the way her eyes suddenly flashed red before returning to their normal color. He watched as the gun dropped to her side as something changed within her. Fear filled her eyes where there was emptiness moments ago. 

He watched as her eyes flicked to him before her eyes welled up, causing a tear to fall down her cheek. He could see that the wall he was trying to break through earlier had finally broken. In the next moment, Bucky was taking a few steps closer as she fainted forward. He caught her easily, pulling her up into his arms. 

“Thank you.” Bucky said as he looked over at Wanda the moment he had a hold of Y/N. 

It was easy enough for Wanda to work her way up behind Y/N. Her target had been keeping her busy and it had been easy for Wanda to give a small hand wave and Y/N was sent into the spell. 

Bucky gently brought her over to a padded bench against the wall and laid her down. His fleshed hand gently pulled down the fabric away from her face. It was a way to free her from Phantom. To separate the two entities as best as he could for her.  It wasn't long after that he was pulling the coms out of her ear and crushing it within vibranium. 

“I came as fast as I could.” Wanda said as she moved closer. “Though if I had come sooner you wouldn't have been shot.” She pointed towards Bucky’s right arm. 

Bucky looked down at his arm. His shirt had blood seeping through the fabric. He had been so focused on Y/N that his mind didn't register the fresh wound. From the looks of things, the bullet had grazed him. 

“It's superficial. I'll be fine.” He nodded. 

“And your neck?” She asked as her eyes began scanning for any possible threat. 

“Occupational hazard.” He shrugged slightly as he brushed his fingers along Y/N’s cheek. “I almost got through to her. But she got pulled back in.” He looked over to Wanda. “What did you make her see?” 

“Exactly what you might think I showed her.” She began. “Though what she is actually seeing, I'm not sure.” 

Bucky knew Wanda meant fears. He saw the look on Y/N's face before she passed out. He knew that if anything fear would be the thing to break through to her. That maybe once she'd wake up, the mind block would be gone. 

Bucky, what's your status? 

Steve's voice came over the coms. Bucky ’s hand went up to his coms as he looked over at Wanda. “We're clear. She's secured. “ 

The words almost made him cringe. He should have said she was safe. He should have said things were cleared there. He could have said a million other things, but out of habit he said what he did. 

Perimeter is clear. We're working our way in. Sam's voice came over the coms next. Stark got FRIDAY back up. 

The East Wing is cleared. Natasha added. 

Conversations continued through the coms but Bucky was barely listening. His attention was still on Y/N and he was sure it would stay that way for quite some time. 

She may have been unconscious but he could see the movement beneath her eyelids. He wondered what fears she was living through at that moment. What details she was reliving or what story her mind formed as the worst thing she could ever face. 

“The med bay may be more comfortable for her.” Wanda offered. The three of them were still in the walkway. Wanda knew that once the team had full control of the compound, a lot of people were going to be making their way through that walkway. 

“It can't be the med bay.” Bucky shook his head slightly before he moved to lift her up into his arms.  The possibility of Y/N waking up in the med bay and taking it out on the medical staff wasn't something they needed. She wouldn't know where she was let alone what they could possibly be doing to her. “I'll get her set up in one of the spare rooms for now. She'll need space.” 

As he began walking towards the living quarters, he felt the shift in her body. The tension she had from the spell began to ease up. Relaxing into his hold a little more with each passing second. 

“You're safe.” He promised her. “I'm never going to let you out of my sight.”

If he hadn't been holding her as he was, Bucky was sure he would have missed it. It had been soft as if she was sighing. And part of him deeply hoped he hadn't been just hearing things. 

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4 with john stones please

use your words / john stones

prompt 4 (“use your words.”) from the smut prompt list.

warnings: fingering (f receiving)

wc: 0.8k words

john is everywhere.

you can't say you weren't wishing for this. and in a way, you kinda asked for it when you sent him a picture in just your underwear and his number five manchester city jersey after the goal he scored against arsenal. john had sent a quick "we'll talk about this at home" before locking his phone, and rushing to gather up his things to leave. rúben noticed his weird behavior, knowing that something must have happened for him not to be the last one to leave, like he normally was. but by the way his blue eyes had darkened, he decided not to question him about it.

the second john has made it through the door, he doesn't care to put his things away neatly like he usually does. he's quick in finding you in the couch, the same outfit you wore on the picture you decided to send him, but seemingly too engrossed watching the television to even hear him coming in.

your boyfriend thinks it's funny that the repetition of his goal is playing in the living room, and that's when he decided to make his presence known. "it was a good one, no?". your hand flies to your heart, trying to stop it from beating out of your chest due to his sudden presence startling you, but you don't mention anything about it. "thought you'd be out there celebrating the win with the guys," you innocently say, while pulling the blanket up to invite him in to lay down with you.

he obeys gladly, hovering over you instead of by your side. "i'd probably be if a little someone hadn't sent that pic," john says, slipping his cold hand due to the weather under the jersey with the 'stones 5' engraved he loved to see you wear. his experienced fingers travel to your middle back, hoping to find the hooks to get you off your bra, but he finds instead that the undergarment isn't there.

he hums contently against your lips, without kissing you, and you grow impatient. your hand flies towards his hair and you pull him in forcefully, mouths meeting in a harsh kiss. your other hand wanders, from the scruff filling his cheeks to his neck, feeling his abdomen until you reach for the elastic of his city joggers. he breaks the kiss, focusing his attention on your neck and sucking a hard kiss there that'll surely make your skin purple before muttering. "gonna have to wait for that, darling. need to punish you first".

and he delivers.

john has you wriggling under his touch from the second his digits find your entrance. his other arm is busy caging you down to avoid your hips from bucking so much, but it only makes your moans more desperate. you're soaked, been thinking about him ever since the game ended, so it's no surprise that he, with his skilled fingers, has you reaching ecstasy quickly.

but even then, when your legs shake so much after your orgasm, john doesn't stop.

you're coming undone under him, with your second release feeling every second closer to snap due to the overstimulation he provided. still, your brain is not capable of forming a sentence, and you beg him to stop by holding onto his wrist. "j-john," you try to warn, but your voice is rough after the chains of moans he pulled from you. his wicked smile is the sight that greets you back, after having closed your eyes long minutes ago to try to avoid cumming so fast, which proved to be a futile attempt. john eases his attack on your pussy, slowing down his fingers and letting you think straight for the first time since he arrived. "what's that, baby? use your words" john teases, and you almost come undone by how his voice sounds when he purrs directly in your ear.

"please, i want you inside of me," you beg, and he smiles, the little devil, while nuzzling his nose in your neck, taking you in. his right hand never stops moving, making the wave of your pleasure to never quieten, but at the same time, not doing enough for it to crash your second release. "do you deserve it, though? you've been bad today" he reminds you, not forgetting about the whole stunt you pulled by sending the provocative picture. you knew what it would do to him; you knew he'd arrive sooner by it; you knew he'd want to punish you for it. you wanted all of it.

"i just wanted to reward you," you justify, and with how close you two are, you can start kissing his neck, leaving wet kisses all over his skin. "you were so good," you purr, and john grunts, feeling the control leaving his body slowly. you can feel his boner, painfully hard against the leg he trapped under his body, and you know he won't be able to say no to your reasoning. "you're right," he mumbles, "i think i deserve to get my reward".

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baby, it's you - ot7 x reader

chapter one

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summary: you get kidnapped while on a school trip to korea and get sold into south korea's luxury littles market. the most famous idol group wins your auction.

tags/warnings: forced infantilism, little!reader, diapers, noncon drug use, kidnapping, minor ed behaviors, attempted sa (cocsa?), spanking, diapers, caregivers!bts, force-feeding, language barriers,

Namdaemun market seemed never ending. So many vendors lined the streets with delicious street food and handmade clothing and accessories. You and your three friends walked the market together under the buddy system, a mandatory requirement put in place by your teacher. It was made very clear that when left to your own devices, be in a group of at least three people, and less than six. Although there were a manageable number within your group, you still found yourself doing a headcount every other minute. 

"Oh my gosh, y/n, this would be so cute on your baby sister!" Marissa exclaimed, making a beeline to a small stand selling child-size hanboks. You and the rest of your group quickly followed behind, shaking your heads at Marissa's actions. The entire time you were in the market, she was constantly running off to various vendors. 

The hanboks were obviously all handmade by the older woman running the stand- you admired the intricate design of a pale pink piece in particular. 

"They all look too big- Lainey is only 2 years old..." your words trailed off as you looked amongst the various color options. All of the hanboks were much too big for your sister, being mostly toddler sized. 

The more you and your friends stood at the stand, the more weird you felt. Perhaps it was just your imagination, or paranoia, but you couldn't help but feel someone watching you. The fact that every time you glanced at the old shopkeeper she would immediately dart her eyes away from you was not helping anything. Finally, the woman spoke up as you began to walk away. 

"I have smaller sizes in the back, if you'd like to look," she said, making your group all look over in her direction. The four of you were silent for a minute, exchanging questioning glances, before Marissa spoke up. 

"You go find Lainey's size; we'll wait for you out here."

The woman ushered you inside rather enthusiastically. She followed you into the building, and closed the door behind her. The rather loud 'thud' made you jump and turn to face her, curious as to why she would suddenly close the previously open door. Before any words could be exchanged, you felt arms wrap around you, pulling you into a back room of the shop. 

You tried to scream out for help, but the hand around your mouth muffled any attempt to cry out. Quickly you felt yourself go into full panic mode, hyperventilating and squirming to try and escape the grip on your body. There had to be at least two men holding you, as you felt arms around your waist and arms, as well as various hands all over. What you could only assume was a pillowcase was slipped over your head, making the already dark room even darker. At some point the hand over your mouth was removed, now holding your wrists together behind your back. 

"Calm down, calm down," they kept repeating, but you had no idea what they were saying due to the language difference. You could, however, hear the desperation in their voices. All you could do was cry, letting out sobs and pleas to be let go. 

You could feel the tightness and tackiness of duct tape being wrapped around your wrists, leaving you unable to move them beyond maybe half an inch. Your mouth was soon covered as well, leaving your lips tightly shut from the tape. 

Hands gripped you under your armpits, lifting you up onto a platform of sorts. With the freedom you still had, you kicked your dangling legs wildly, making it harder for the men to tape your ankles as well. A sudden stinging and tingling in your cheek made you freeze out of concern. The sound of the slap did not register in your head from the pure adrenaline in the moment. Only the pain broke through your focused senses. 

The men used your stunned stillness to tape your ankles. Once they were sure the tape would hold, they jumped onto the platform next to you. You felt the shakes and bounces from their jump- you were in a truck trailer. And there were easily four men pulling your body further into the trailer. 

You were pushed down onto your stomach with a boot resting on top of your back. Nevertheless, you continued to squirm to the best of your abilities, desperately trying to do something. What that something was, you weren't entirely sure. All you could think about was getting free and running far, far away. 

As you squirmed in pain and whimpered, the men above you were having a casual conversation in Korean, even having the audacity to laugh and joke around. 

The foot was removed from your back as the engine started up. The men all sat down along the walls of the trailer, watching and laughing as you were forced to slide and roll with every jerk and turn along the road. One particularly harsh stop caused you to tumble your way into two of the men. You cried and squirmed harder, not wanting to knowingly be so close to your abductors. 

A sharp pain shot down your arm as you were stabbed with a needle in your upper arm. You panicked more, not liking being injected with some unknown drug. Another jab was made in your lower back, and soon you felt your body go numb. Your sobs and squirms soon died down as the drugs took full effect.

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The sound of feet shuffling on the floor and people talking greeted you as you slowly came to. You groaned, not appreciating being awoken from a comfortable slumber. It took you a moment to open your eyes due to your exhaustion and the brightness of the room you resided in. Everything was a blinding white- the lights, the walls, everything.

With half lidded eyes, you turned your head to look at the two other people in the room. Neither of them paid you much attention, failing to notice that you had awoken. Your body had been drained of all energy, allowing you to only release a small, pitiful moan instead of the loud scream you wanted to make. 

Two pairs of eyes turned to face you- the man was rather shocked to see you awake, while the woman looked pleased. All you wanted to do was jump off the exam table and run as far as you could, but the fact that you couldn't feel your fingers or toes ruined that plot. 

"y/n, it's so nice to see you alert and awake!" The woman said, walking towards you. She bent down to be eye level with you, running her hand through your hair. Although she was speaking English, you still had a hard time processing her words. 

"Doctor Park is going to be examining you to make sure you're all good and healthy, is that okay?" 

You desperately tried to shake your head and let out a 'no'. Out of every possible situation in the world, having to be examined by a strange man had to be one of the worst. Especially when you are unable to move or speak. 

The man, Dr. Park, said very little to you. He sat down in his chair and rolled his way over to you, quickly taking your vitals. He spoke in Korean, mainly addressing the woman from what you could tell. Everything was just overwhelming- the finger heart monitor, the blood pressure cuff, and the ear thermometer all happening at once made your head spin out of fear and confusion. 

"y/n, you need to stop shaking your head, dear." You hadn't even realized you were moving anything, better yet your head. Ultimately you listened to the woman, fearful of what would happen if you didn't cooperate. 

As the examination went on, you felt your stomach ache more and more. Closing your eyes and turning your head away from the doctor helped slightly, but the urge to vomit still remained. 

The door to the exam room opened, allowing a nurse pushing a cart into the room. You strained your eyes to try to see what was on the cart. Various small bottles and needles were scattered across the cart, with what appeared to be a pacifier inside a clear plastic container. 

You quickly made the connections to what was going to happened. Not liking it, you began to whine and whimper more, violently shaking your head and trying your best to move the rest of your body. No one paid you any mind, however, and continued on with the procedures. 

The nurse picked up the pacifier box, and took out the pale pink pacifier. Despite your best efforts, she easily popped the soother into your mouth. You tried your best to spit it out, but your tongue felt too heavy to properly push the pacifier out with it. 

You watched as the doctor began to prepare the syringes, not entirely sure what was inside of each bottle. Not wanting to watch the needle enter you, you tightly closed your eyes until you saw random colors. Surprisingly, you didn't feel a single poke of the needles. You slowly relaxed your eyelids as you felt a comforting warmth fill your body. Your breathing began even and calmer, and soon you felt yourself fall back asleep.

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Freak // Eddie Munson x Y/N

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Wheeler!reader

Word count: 1,09k

Summary: Being tired with the way you're boyfriend is treated force you to take action.

WARNINGS: some swear words, minor spoilers

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Some people are like open books, but not Eddie Munson, no. His heart was wrapped with a thick chain secured with a padlock, and only a few individuals had a key to it. You, obviously, were one of them - Y/N Wheeler, this year's graduate and a dear girlfriend of his. 

Eddie never liked to brag about his personal life, so not many actually knew you two were in a relationship. You were his greatest secret that he promised himself to take to the grave with him. Well... Maybe not that dramatic, but he persistently tried to keep nosy students away from your love. Number one of the reasons was his not-so-saint reputation, and he didn't want you to become a target of snarky remarks. Though he'd managed to succeed for quite a time, it all collapsed in a blink of an eye. But that wasn't his fault...

*

"Enjoy your meal, dear." 

You've heard the kind voice of a cafeteria worker as you got your last piece of lunch placed on your tray. You thanked her with a smile and immediately headed down to the table you'd sat at from the first day of school. Your friends were already there, gossiping about the last basketball match. 

"Y/N, what do you think?" Vickie asked you as soon as you squeezed between her and Robin.

"About what?"

"Yesterday's Jason speech."

"And his gooey love confession? Or using a tragedy to encourage the team to win a game? Because the first one made me want to vomit, and the second made me almost rip my ears out. Fucked up." You poked a hole in a juice with a straw. 

"So you share our views." They laughed.

"The devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned." A familiar voice reached your ears and caught your attention as you were about to take a mouthful of a bun. Like magic, a broader but still subtle smile appeared on your face. You completely zoned out from conversation by your table. Instead, you focused on an article that your boyfriend read aloud to Hellfire Club's members.

"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even... murder!" 

Eddie's laugh was enough to turn your head towards his group. You noticed your brother sitting by the table with Dustin. He gave you a look that said, "get lost, sis.". We'll see who'll give you a ride to the arcade next time you ask. You thought to yourself and stuck your tongue out. You'd probably make some faces to each other if not your boyfriend, who suddenly got on the table and distracted you from the teasing.

"We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But as long as you're into band... or science... or parties... or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets-" 

"You want something, freak?" Jason instantly stood up, taking a few steps toward Eddie. Oh boy, the troubles begin.

Now everyone was watching the two of them. As you predicted, Munson didn't give any shit. He raised his hands to make devil horns on his head, spluttering with his tongue stuck out from his mouth.

"Prick," Carver said before heading to his seat.

And before you could even think about anything, words shot out from you like your lips were the rifle aimed at your biggest enemy. "Oh, fuck off!" All eyes were on you now, whether you liked it or not. There was no way out, so instead of running away like a coward, you got up from the chair you'd been sitting on and faced Jason.

"What did you say?" The team captain looked at you.

"Don't act like you didn't understand. Stop saying shit about Eddie." 

"Or what?" Jason got closer to you. Sudden chairs' movements were heard, and all the Hellfire Club got up like they were about to have your back. A loud thud meant Munson jumped off the table.

"Y/N-" Eddie tried to catch your attention, but you waved at him to make him stop.

"What "or what"? Do you think I'm threatening you? I'm not that stupid. Don't be a dick and fuck off from Eddie, that's all."

"I think you actually are dumb, Wheeler." You extended your arm to stop your boyfriend and brother from rushing to Jason. "He IS crazy."

You glanced at Eddie, who looked angry, ready to fight for the woman he loved. For a moment, you thought he acted foolishly. Not him wanting to protect you but being willing to throw hands, knowing well that the whole basketball team would beat the shit out of him. That's when you realized...

"You know what?" Your eyes went back to Jason. "You're right. He is crazy... But in a good way. This is what makes him so attractive. Not that you can relate. You, Jason Carver, are like a poorly written character that is so perfectly boring. A golden boy without any flaw that thinks of himself as the best. In fact, your personality is dull, blank... And, honestly? Listening to you makes everyone want to puke their guts out." Students burst into laughter. "Without further due, leave my boyfriend alone and get lost because now my lunch is cold because of you."

The word boyfriend traveled from mouth to mouth like a ping pong ball bouncing back to back during an intense match. To be frank, you couldn't care less. You were finally free. There was no need to hide anymore. Whether Eddie liked that or not, it doesn't matter to you. 

You kept your eyes on Jason, not letting him win this fight. You were done with the way he treated someone so important to you, someone, you loved so dearly. 

"Y/N." A quiet whisper rang into your ear when the arms wrapped around your waist. Munson pulled you away because he knew you. You wouldn't back down so easily. "For someone who doesn't like to make scenes, that was quite a spectacular one." You could feel Eddie's lips brushing your ear.

"I told you, there was no need to hide our relationship. I can protect us both." 

Your boyfriend chuckled. "You're right. I was stupid."

"No, I'd say you were crazy." A broad grin crept onto your face.

"Crazily in love with you." Eddie winked, trying to sound as cute as he could.

"Ew, Munson. That's gross."

"Ew, Wheeler. You're right."

tag: @eddie-munsons-sweetheart @eddieemunson @beauty-in-the-brkdwn @dragon-ash13 @notafinalgirl

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader

[2af-afterdark]

Say My Name

Content: Bael x GN!MC, mostly making out, a little heavy petting

A/N: Bael is winning my heart. Oh my gods, I love him. He makes me want to cry. I am going to kick Beelzebub straight to Avisos' door and tie him up inside a plexiglass box so he can never escape again. Then I'm taking Bael on vacation 

Word Count: 402

“Bael,” they whisper against his lips, hot and heavy, breathy in that way that says they are struggling to maintain their composure. “Bael.”

He listens with a shiver down his spine, trying to engrave the sound of their voice calling his name into every part of himself. Just his name. Not a title or an honorific. Nothing but his name. Nothing but him.

He cups their cheek, kissing the other before trailing a greater number down their neck then their shoulder. He listens closely to the quiet pleading of his name interspersed with demands born of their arousal to do more than kiss and tease them.

He's hard and he knows he can't hide it. He doesn't want to. He wants them to understand what they are doing to him, how they are making him crave them with only a few words. He grabs their hand, bringing it between his legs where he is straining against the material of his bodysuit. They give him a squeeze and he gasps, shocked by how much his body needs them; how much he needs them.

"Would you like to go to bed?" He asks between kisses laid on their shoulder. There is a small spark of pleasure in how it's a question rather than a command. He's not playing the part of a faux king but of a man asking the person he wants if they want him just as much.

"I don’t think we'll make it there," they reply, free hand tangling into his hair while the other continues to rub the shapely bulge he led them to. 

They can't focus long enough to summon their own space. His ministrations are commanding their full attention and their body is too focused on its own ache to conjure up anything but the thought of getting him naked and letting him put that ache to rest.

"This place will have to do," they say with a wicked grin as they trace the line of his bulge through the tight fabric. They can feel how he longs to escape his clothing's confines and be free, can follow the curve of him, rub its thickness. "Is that okay, Bael?"

His kisses against their shoulder cease as he crashes his lips against theirs, desperate and hungry, devouring those same heavy breaths and swallowing up his name each time they call out for him.

He can't wait for them either.

#2af writes #what in hell is bad #whb bael #whb mc #gender neutral fic

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 17

"What are you thinking about?" "How being a total creeper got me the girl of my dreams."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin @mayathepsychic1999

MONDAY, 10PM

Clyde laid completely naked next to Y/n, wrapped up in her bed sheets as she rested her hand in the center of his chest. The feeling of their naked skin pressed against each other felt shockingly normal. He had never been so comfortable in his life and he's tripped BALLS on shrooms before.

"If you keep thinking that hard, you're going to melt your brain...well more than it already is." She teased tilting her head up from the bend in his shoulder to look at him. He smiled still staring at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" She ran her fingertips over his nipple giving him the chills.

"How being a total creeper got me the girl of my dreams." Clyde said honestly. Y/n let out a chuckle that she couldn't control, only making Clyde laugh with her.

"Seriously? I don't know that I want that to be our how we met story." Y/n teased making Clyde laugh.

"We'll tell people that I spotted you across the bar and you thought I was blind and needed help." Clyde teased.

"How about you started choking and I saved your life." Y/n tried making Clyde shake his head.

"How about you saved my life and then threatened to taser me all in one night." Y/n sat up and leaned over Clyde letting her breasts graze his chest.

"You know what would make this night even more perfect?" Y/n leaned across Clyde opening the nightstand and pulling out a rolled up joint and a lighter.

"You are absolutely my dream girl." Clyde said watching her light it up and pass it to him before snuggling back into his side. Clyde takes two hits letting the weed wash over him, wanting to comment on how good it was but decided not to kill the mood with exchanging weed dealers numbers.

"So what's your brain saying now? Anything about cute dates we can go on?" Clyde's eyebrows went up.

"Cute dates? Now I'm intrigued. What kind of cute dates are we talking? You want to do dinner and a movie? Picnic in a park...one that's not full of sweaty skateboarders preferably. Maybe some mini golf?" Clyde asked looking like a kid on vacation. Y/n took a long hit and kissed his lips sweetly.

"I will kick your ass in mini golf." She whispered against his lips letting him taste the sticky sweet of the weed on her lips.

"I mean you're probably right but I'm gonna talk a lot of shit until you actually get the win." Clyde joked.

"Have you ever heard of a cat cafe? I feel like that's something we should check out." Y/n's jaw dropped.

"You like cats? I would have never have guessed that about you." She looked genuinely surprised.

"What? Hell yeah I like cats. I don't mind dogs either. I love animals. Johnny and I would dog walk at shelters all the time before the band got serious." Clyde explained adjusting his arm so Y/n could rest her chin on his chest.

"That's literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard." Y/n could see Clyde just sitting in a pile of shelter dogs giving them all the pets and snuggles.

"I love all of those cute date ideas. I honestly don't think I've ever been on a date before. I definitely haven't had an actual boyfriend." Clyde paused staring at at her.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated making her blush. She was worried maybe she jumped the gun but Clyde smiled brightly.

"Partner? I don't know what to call us-"

"You're my girlfriend. I like that. That sounds..."

"Perfect." Y/n cut him off.

"Yeah, perfect." Clyde leaned up to kiss her, gripping the back of her head with his hand and letting his tongue roam around inside her mouth to tangle with her tongue. Y/n could taste herself and the weed on his tongue and it was insanely intoxicating.

"I'm not going to have to ask Johnny for his blessing am I? I'd hate to upset my boyfriends boyfriend." Y/n poked as she moved her body to lay on top of his, placing what was left of the joint in an ashtray.

"You know I think he'll be fine with it but I'll have to let him down easy." Clyde playfully frowned. When she smiled at him, Clyde felt his heart beat a little faster. He couldn't believe he was in this incredible girls bed, making a commitment, smoking a really decent joint and having insanely good sex.

"Do you have any idea how much I like you?" Clyde asked pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"You know what? I think I do. You want to know how I know?" Y/n moved up to kiss him once again.

"You eat pussy like you're in love." She whispered biting his bottom lip sending goosebumps over his chest.

"Yeah...I guess I do." Clyde didn't care that the implication was that he was in love with her. He knew he was. He also knew it could freak her out but she hadn't run away from him yet.

"That's good to know because I too suck dick like I'm in love." Y/n kissed a trail of kisses down his chest, pausing to suckle little hickies near his nipple, grazing his sides with her fingernails. Clyde's head lifted off the pillow watching her move down his body.

"Oh fuck." Clyde's breath was shaky as she reached his already hard cock. She kept her eyes locked to his as she peppered kisses on the tip, teasing the slit with her tongue. Clyde's head fell back against the pillow. He knew that if he kept watching, he would cum in 45 seconds flat so he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as she took him into her mouth sucking softly. Her hand reached down to squeeze his balls carefully making his thighs jump.

"Fuck Y/n." Clyde whined. She moved her mouth further down his cock, taking him in as far as she could and Clyde's shoulders came off the pillows.

"D-don't. If you keep..if you do that, I will cum so fast." Clyde pleaded. He could feel her mouth turn up in a grin as she rose back to the tip sucking until there was a pop.

"The faster you cum, the more we can fuck." She reached up and laced her fingers into Clyde's who dared a glance at her. He saw her smile and gave her a nod to continue. She returned her lips around his cock sucking like her life depending on it. Clyde's moans and whimpers grew louder and he squeeze her hands as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft as fast as she could, moaning around him.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Clyde's voice was almost hoarse as he pleaded and before she could pull off, Clyde was cumming down her throat in ropes. She swallowed at least twice as he practically cried out the remainder of his orgasm and when she pulled off of him, he was trying to catch his breath. She moved back up his body to adjust the sweaty hair from around his face. He swallow trying to coat his throat which had gone dry.

"How..." Clyde tried but his throat was still too dry. He wasn't sure if it was the weed or if Y/n had sucked every bit of fluid from his body out of his cock but he swallowed a few more times.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked with a nervous smile.

"How do you feel...about camping on the beach?" Clyde finally opened his eyes meeting hers and she shook her head.

"I think I might love that too." She rested her hand on his chest and he brought her hand to his lips to kiss.

Clyde never had a girlfriend until today. Clyde knew he would never want another one either.

~END

#Electrick Children #Clyde #Clyde x Y/N #One Shot Series #One Long Weekend #One Long Weekend Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Series END #COMPLETED #17/18

[bonefall]

You mentioned that each Clan's dogwhistles sound and look a little different-- would you be willing to elaborate/give some examples?

WindClan

NEVER talks openly about their beliefs and is the best example of Thistle Law doublespeak. Tigerstar and Brokenstar are unpopular for obvious reasons, and the Clan as a whole leans towards Soft Traditionalism. On one side of their mouth, they'll talk about how they won Heatherstar's Campaign and how they rightfully conquered that land, but then turn around and frame the turn of the war as ShadowClan's underhanded snakery (in Clanmew it's literally "adderness").

"Fear" is a lot more common in their rhetoric. Fear of outsiders diluting their Clan, fear of wasting time and prey, fear of having things taken and stolen. The WindClan Massacre is invoked a LOT, because it's useful for making cats too emotional to think straight.

Here, we'll walk through BB!Mudclaw as an example. I'm going to mark every weasel word with an asterisk, let's see if you can figure out what's weird with it before the end.

Mudclaw speaks to Tallstar, claiming that the trading with BloodClan is opening up WindClan to being betrayed. "Scourge turned* on Tigerstar in the end, how can he be trusted now*? There was bounty for a while, but leafbare is coming* and we already* have so many mouths to feed. Snapper and Leo* arrived and now we're having troubles with the humans*. I'm just worried, I never want to lose so many Clanmates ever again*."

Scourge was acting in self defense

The trading is part of filling the deal that Tigerstar did not intend to honor

Starvation rhetoric

Sudden pivot to exclusionary language, Us vs Them

Refusal to use new names

Implying it's their fault

Massacre allusion

ShadowClan

Much more openly violent. A LOT of talk of glory, you could use these guys as a social case study. Crusades, winning the war with WindClan, the beauty of TigerClan, re-framing Ripplestar not as someone who wanted to help SkyClan but as a simple conqueror. They have lots of moments to invoke from their Great History.

The cost of that violence is downplayed. Like the Snowtuft example, they won't bring up the mother and children he slaughtered, just boast about their glorious ancestors fighting in the Crusades. They won't mention how they ripped kittens out of their nests, just how they bolstered ShadowClan's numbers. They'll frame the WindClan massacre as a final battle they triumphed over, leaving out how they ambushed and poisoned elders and apprentices.

RiverClan

"Glory talk" is downplayed in RiverClan, probably because they didn't actually take part in the Crusades. Instead, they focus on negative traits of mixed-blood cats (which they made up), accuse other Clans of being underhanded, and demand to be "heard."

And what THAT means is that they want to be able to derail any conversation they want. Interruptions of clanwide discussions, dismissing critique of Tigerstar and co, intentionally saying things that are divisive to cause fighting. They will prevent ANYTHING from being done unless it's the thing THEY want to happen.

I actually write Thistle Law supporters in RiverClan to be like... incredibly annoying. They don't say what they mean, they bring the Clan to a screeching halt, they literally dismiss the lesson of TigerClan. You cannot pin them down, they never admit to anything, you will only waste your time talking to them.

They also act on their bigotry in ways that are 'deniable'. Reedwhisker fell into the water? Must have been his thick ThunderClan blood pooling in his paws. A RiverClan cat should be able to pull themselves out. Of course you're listened to, Mistyfoot, you're deputy after all, what more do you want? Gaslighting. Making you doubt your own senses towards your unfair treatment.

ThunderClan

A sort of 'mix' of ShadowClan and WindClan tactics. ThunderClan is THE Fire Alone Clan, you could count the Thistle Law supporters and the Hard Traditionalists on one hand, but has a battle-centric history they tend to tap into.

Listen for "glory," talk about 'avoiding humiliation,' starvation rhetoric. ThunderClan has an absolute bounty with their forested territory, that last one is almost always code for wanting to exclude or eliminate people like Daisy and Purdy.

When Thornclaw became deputy under Bramblestar, he was very, very careful about his escalations, and mostly focused on manipulating Bramble himself. He was VERY aware that the Clan wouldn't take another Mixed Clan Meeting like the stunt he pulled in TNP.

Even the impostor in TBC overplayed his hand, the rebellion was born out of ThunderClan itself.

#Thistle Law #Better bones au

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

Rohan: Do you have a minute? The boss wants to see us in his office.

Supriya: Sure- I'll be right there.

Rohan was already waiting for Supriya in front of the closed office door as she quickly walked towards him. He knocked three times on the door before opening it.

Suraj: Ah! Come on in, come on in. I have something I want to discuss with the two of you.

Suraj: As you know, the city's elections are coming up and even though we have enough time, I want you two to start taking on the task of being more on the forefront to promote our political party-which means actively securing votes, and attending all public speeches when needed.

Rohan: Why? Isn't it more important that you are mainly on the forefront as lead of our party?

Suraj: Yes, it would be if I still wanted to run for the city's election.

Rohan: ...Wait, are you saying that you-

Suraj: Want to slowly take a step back? Yes. As you know, I've been thinking about retiring for a while, and I've decided that now is the right time for me to put everything in place to ensure a smooth transition before the next elections. It would be more difficult for me to resign in case we win the elections- which there is a good possibility of happening considereing how well we're doing in the polls- because then I'm obliged to our voters to stay.

Supriya's first thoughts went immediately to the opportunity that had just became available: having a shot at becoming the next leader of the party. "OF COURSE we'll do it! It would be crazy to let an opportunity like this go."

Suraj: Excellent! I didn't expect anything different from you Supriya. You are a great asset in our party and I'm sure you'll make it very far in this career with your attitude.

Supriya: Thank you. We will not dissapoint you.

Suraj: I know that the both of you have all the necessary skills needed for this. If not more. If the two of you work together, the amount of votes in our favor will increase to numbers we have never seen before as we enter a new era for our political party-

-As for you son, I'm sure you still have some things you would like to discuss with me, but I suggest that we do this over the weekend since it's already past 5pm on a Friday.

SON?!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims #sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #7sinslegacy #gen4 pride #supriya #rohan #suraj

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 32

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,853

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: GET LOW

You have to keep your priorities straight. There's a group of terrorist super soldiers running around while the serum to create them is apparently being created in the worst possible place for it, Madripoor. You only agreed to this mission to solve that problem; nothing else should be on your mind nor of your concern. The sooner you fix things, the sooner you can return home where you somewhat wish you would've stayed to begin with.

Despite your bitter and anxious mood, you keep strictly to your assigned character during negotiations. Standing behind Zemo with hands kept clasped in front of yourself, you pay close attention to every word said not because you care for the conversation itself, but so that you can be prepared if anything goes wrong.

As scripted, you only move when Zemo offers to 'trade' the Winter Soldier to Selby in exchange for information, at which point you briefly hold up a book for her to see containing the supposed code words (none that are accurate, as you made sure to confirm before even entering Madripoor).

Earlier when this part of the plan had been explained to you, you were hesitant, yet now you find yourself caring a little less, a petty side of you almost wanting to actually leave him here with this lunatic crime-lord since she seems perfectly willing to take him off your hands. It's not like you plan to ever come back to Madripoor anyway, so he'd never have to worry about seeing you again; a total win for him.

The good news is you get a lead from Selby: a man named Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the one making super soldier serum. The bad news? She refuses to say where you can find him, not even willingly to mention if he's in Madripoor. The worst news? Sam forgot one of the biggest rules to undercover missions: turning off your damn phone.

It's at this point that your facades begin to unravel like a cat's favorite ball of yarn. Based on the way Sam looks around the room nervously, you can tell it isn't a scam call or wrong number, yet there's nothing any of you can do for him once Selby demands he answer it on speaker phone. Despite his desperate attempts to maintain his role as Smiling Tiger, the woman on the other end doesn't get the hint, stubbornly remaining on line until delivering the final blow by referring to him by name.

"'Sam'? Who's 'Sam'?" Selby becomes enraged immediately, "Kill them -!"

Almost as soon as those words left her mouth, a bullet came crashing through the window, hitting Selby from behind and causing her to fall limp onto the ground. From there, you're only allowed a brief moment of surprise before a fight ensues.

Thankfully unlike the bar downstairs where there would've been a gun pointing at you from every direction, there are only two armed guards in this private room who are slow to react. Bucky and Sam easily knock them out while taking their guns for themselves which is enough of a threat for everyone else to flee without causing any further trouble, although that doesn't necessarily save any of you from this new situation you've landed yourselves in.

"We have a real problem now," Zemo complains, yet his behavior comes across as being no more inconvenienced than he would be if someone spit in his tea, "Leave your weapons and follow my lead."

You wish you could be as calm, too - which is the first and only time you'll be jealous of Zemo for something. Sure, you can act calm, but to truly be it is another talent. It doesn't matter how straight your expression is nor how casual you try to walk while still being swift on your feet; you feel like a deer walking through a shooting range the second you step onto the streets, senses heightened as you wait for any sign of danger directed your way.

You don't have to wait long. The lights of the street suddenly flash off, leaving you blinded by darkness soon disrupted by a flurry of gunshots aimed at your group. It's complete chaos after that. There’s no uniformed or planned attack like what you're used to. It's a city of criminals governed by no leadership or morals, only their own selfish interests in mind.

There's gunshots to your left and gunshots to your right. People screaming as they run for cover, people shouting as they chase after you through the many streets and allies. Now, you haven't been to the gym in months - Alright, maybe years, but practiced exercise is nothing compared to pure adrenaline. The mere thought of your life being on the line as motorcycles roar somewhere close by serves as the perfect motivator for your legs to keep moving, chasing directly behind Bucky who likely has no idea where he's going, but anywhere is better than stopping to ask for directions.

Your pace only slows when coming around another corner, at which point you foolishly duck upon hearing two more gunshots fired from somewhere ahead. When you don't feel the force of any bullets ripping through your body, you turn around to see the motorcycle drivers both hunched over lifeless.

“Well, this is too perfect,” A voice comes as a woman steps out of the foggy darkness, only removing a hand from her gun briefly to pull down her hood which reveals her face to the rest of you. If it weren’t for your excellent memory, you likely would’ve had a harder time recognizing her as Sharon Carter, someone you’ve only met once and under far different circumstances, but she’s an ally nonetheless.

This would be the point where you sigh if not for still trying to catch your breath and steady your nerves.

You're grateful for the opportunity to finally switch out of this stupid disguise you've been forced to wear all night and pleased to see Sharon has offered quite the selection of new outfits to choose from, although most look far too fancy for your taste, particularly the ones drenched in glitter. Not wanting to look like a walking disco ball, you pick something comfortable yet pretty and, most importantly, suitable for action since you highly doubt your game of dodging bullets is over just yet.

Glancing around to check on everyone else, you notice they all seem to be doing their own thing. Sam's trying to find his own change of clothes from the rack, Zemo's currently helping himself to Sharon's alcohol collection, and Bucky has simply plopped down on the couch with back turned to the rest of you (brooding, as you would assume).

"Is there someplace I can change?" You ask Sharon once she returns. She tosses her coat onto the couch next to Bucky and spares you a quick look as she passes by.

"What? Can't change here?" While her tone may have been teasing, that smirk on her face makes you question if she's truly joking, however you certainly aren't.

You'll confess that you've changed in the same room as Bucky before, however you'd also argue that the circumstances were very different then. To him, you had been roommates for so long that it didn't seem like a big deal to switch shirts or sleep in only boxers in your presence. To you...Well, you've always known that you had both done a little more than simply 'change' in front of each other in the 40s, so why be embarrassed about your roommate-once--fiancé catching a sneak peek?

The point is, while you're comfortable around Bucky, that doesn't apply to anyone else in this room. Sam's a friend you barely know, Sharon's a person you don't know, and Zemo's a liability you'd have to strangle if he so much as thought of saying anything remotely inappropriate.

"I'd rather have privacy."

Sharon rolls her eyes with a scoffed laugh, "Sorry, I didn't think you'd mind. You've never seemed that shy around men before."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Your voice alone warns her to answer carefully as does your irked expression, yet she still turns away from you with a careless shrug.

"It's just that you come across as someone who likes attention, that's all. What, with you going from Rogers, Barnes, Stark then Barnes again; you sure get around, but hey, props to you for having fun with your life, I guess."

"You know there's this thing called 'friends', right?" Sam interjects, unable to himself. He knows you all desperately need Sharon's help in finding Dr. Nagel, but he has trouble biting back the offense he takes on your behalf from her unwarranted comments.

For better or for worse, she isn't fazed by Sam's disapproval, instead responding sarcastically to it, "Really? Never heard of it."

"Like that isn't obvious," You roll your eyes then land them on Bucky who unlike Sam doesn't bother to show an ounce of concern for how Sharon's treating you, his back remaining completely turned to the problem.

Although his silence has been bothering you this whole time, you must say it especially stings right now. You understand that he's mad, but so much so that he isn't even willingly to say a single word in your defense? That he's just going to sit there and let her basically call you a whore? He knows the truth, all he has to do is say it. Who cares if it actually shuts Sharon up? At least he'd look like a decent gentleman by attempting to protect your honor instead of a total asshole wordlessly supporting her point!

Looking back at Sharon, you match her crossed arms and pair them with a disinterested stare, "I know you're bitter and shit about Steve leaving you for your aunt, but that doesn't involve me, so if you're that desperate to lift your ego, I suggest picking up a hobby or - better yet - moving on instead of pissing me off which I will only warn you once is a dangerous game to play.

"I'm sure you'll be pleased to know Barnes and I - we're nothing; not even friends. The sole reason why I'm right now is because Sam, a friend, asked nicely and I, for one, don't want anyone dragging the name of super soldiers through the mud; personally, I don't think Steve's legacy deserves that. Now is there somewhere I can change or not?"

Despite the bite behind your words, Sharon appears more impressed than offended or sorry as she nods her head towards the hallway, "There's a bathroom down the hall, three doors to your right."

"...Thanks," You brush past her with your clothes in hand, more convinced than ever that you'll never step foot in Madripoor again after this even if the rest of the world were to be on fire.

Seconds after you disappear through the glass doors, Bucky turns to send a glare Sharon's way, "What the hell was that?"

"What? ...Oh, come on! Did I really hit that deep of a nerve? I thought for Avengers, you'd all have thicker skin," Sharon's attempt at innocence crumbles under Bucky and Sam's intense glares, yet she merely sighs in frustration before going to pour herself a glass of alcohol over where Zemo's been watching the whole scene unfold while sipping his brandy in amusement.

"I highly doubt I'm the only one who finds it a little suspicious that someone who stuck their neck out for the Winter Soldier and Captain America was entirely forgiven when rich boy Tony Stark cried out in their favor only to conveniently fall right back into their former lover's arms after his death. I mean, last I saw they were practically your little lap dog seven years ago and honestly, I can't say it seems much has changed once Stark got out of the way."

Sharon finishes her little rant by collapsing on the opposite side of the couch as Bucky who shakes his head in disbelief, "Wow, you're kind of awful now, aren't you?"

"Look, Sharon. I'm sorry for everything that happened. I'm sorry no one ever called -" Sam starts.

"- You make it sound like it was just a missed date or something -"

"- I know that it seems like (Y/n) got off easy compared to the crap you've had to put up with after helping us, but it's not their fault how things ended. Stark was there to stand up for them while no one was there for you, so don't blame them, blame me. I should've called, but after the Blip, it was chaos and I -"

"- Oh, save your breath," Sharon shakes her head, looking back at Sam from over the edge of the couch, "...You know all this hero stuff is just bullshit, right? Deep down, you know it's all hypocrisy and that's why you gave up the shield."

"He knows, just not that deep down," Zemo asserts from the corner of the room, however Sam himself can't seem to say anything, only able to remain quiet while wishing he had your talent for snapping back. He wants to say something to disprove Sharon's allegations, yet he instead hands her the win with his silence, allowing her to go back to finishing her drink just in time for you to return, clearly still irritated and too much so to question whether the dim energy of this room is from your past conversation or a new one.

"Alright, so what's the plan? How are we finding this Dr. Nagel, hmm?" You get right to business, not even bothering to act cheerful or excited as you normally would; your will to do so for everyone else's sake is officially run dry.

"Are you guys still sure you want to get involved in this?" For once, Sharon doesn't show much confidence, in fact you would even say she sounds genuinely concerned as she sets her empty glass on the table, "For your own safety, I'd recommend that you don't. Nagel works for the Power Broker who, might I remind you, you're already in deep shit against after what happened with Selby."

"Free range super soldiers being produced under the management of a criminal empire? Yeah, for the safety of the world, I'd say backing down isn't really an option here," You argue, half surprised Sharon doesn't have some smartass comment to swing back at you which proves that while she might be a pain to deal with, she at least isn't stupid.

"To do this we need your help, Sharon. We can get your name cleared -" Sam adds.

"- Heh. Haggling with my life now, are we?"

"Not like that -"

"- Mmm, I don't buy it - you pretending to clear my name as your bargaining chip?"

"I can try," Sam walks around the couch, standing in front of Sharon with a hand outstretched towards her, "It's not impossible, after all, they already cleared the name of a bionic staring machine after he killed almost everyone he met -"

"- I heard that -"

"- I don't trust charity."

"It's not really 'charity'," You sit on an armchair and shrug when Sharon's glances around Sam at you, "Charity is the act of voluntary giving. We're not just 'giving' you anything, we're offering an exchange. You help us find Nagel, Sam here gets your name cleared. Can't be that hard. The government's views change like a flip of a dime. Catch 'em at a desperate time of need and they'll be more willing to pardon you for your help in the cause."

"...Nice to see someone here admits to seeing the hypocrisy of it all," Sharon inhales and exhales deeply, her words causing you to raise an eyebrow in confusion after having missed the context to them earlier. Nevertheless, it doesn't matter as she finally shakes Sam's hand and stands to her feet, "I sell to some pretty connected people, so just lay low, stay out of trouble, and enjoy the party while I see what I can do."

You're not a fan of crowds, but at least this suffocating party beats being cornered in a bar full of hostile, armed patrons. Here everything is more laid back, similar to any noncriminal run club. The music is blaring, lights flashing, and ground vibrating as guests dance to their hearts' content. All you have to do now is just look like you're equally enjoying yourself for a few hours which is significantly easier than your previous role as 'silent assistant'.

Leaned against a wall, your laughter becomes comparable to the booming of the bass and is contagious within the group of party goers standing around you. You just gotta keep this up - keep engaging in a few more conversations, tell a couple of funny jokes while downing a drink or two along the way, and soon that annoying, nagging voice inside your head will finally go mute, allowing you to sink deeper and deeper into your game of intoxicating pretend.

"Hey -!" You're suddenly pulled away from your new group of friends when Bucky grabs your arm, quite literally tugging your attention from them to him. While he's technically successful, you're hardly amused, immediately ripping your arm away from him with a glare and another swig of your drink.

"- What?"

Bucky, who was going to say something else, becomes distracted when his eyes flicker down to your half-empty bottle, "...Don't you think you've had enough?"

You huff, bringing the bottle back up to your lips while maintaining your glare, "I'm not going to get drunk if that's what you're worried about. I'm able to handle my liquor quite well, thank you very much. It's in my blood, after all."

Bucky sighs, half tempted to rip that bottle away from your stubborn hand, however he refrains from the urge.

"...Have you heard anything from Sharon yet?" Your question echoes within the glass as you survey the active party around you both.

"No. Last I heard, she's still talking to her 'connections'."

"Well hopefullyshe starts speeding things up. It's been a long enough night already," You'd blame it on exhaustion fogging up your mind, but in truth, it's probably the relief from Bucky's finally talking to you which seems to take some weight off of your shoulders, allowing you to relax and speak more freely in his presences - to be more like yourself unlike how you've been behaving around those other party goers...however you shouldn't have been so trusting to this feeling.

"Then you should go rest."

"Not until we find Nagel."

Bucky pauses, not even looking at you as he just stares at some other far off place in the room, "...I think you should stay here while we go talk to Nagel ourselves."

"There's no point in that," You sigh, "I came here to help you guys, not stand on the sidelines."

"It wasn't a suggestion."

"What?" You return your glare to him once more.

"It's not necessary for all of us to go. We don't need five people -"

"- Does my presence add that much to the equation? Three people is fine, but four's a crowd? In that case, why not have Sharon stay behind? She's the tag-along...Or is it just me?"

"It...It has nothing to do with you, okay? I just think -" Bullshit. He acts as if your accusation is nothing short of ridiculous yet never looks directly at you longer than an impatient glance. It is you.

"- Here's an idea: how about you just pretend I'm not there, yeah?" You put your free hand on your hip, feeling your blood begin to boil the more his words sink into your skin, "I mean, that's what you've been doing this whole time and you seem to have gotten pretty damn good at it, I'd say, so I doubt it'll kill you to do for a few extra hours."

Bucky inhales deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose, "...Look, we've already run into trouble and barely got out of it just searching for Nagel. Actually talking to him is going to be dangerous."

"Alright? And your point is?"

"You're at the most risk out of all of us. You don't have any formal training, you don't have any powers. Just - Come on and be reasonable. You'll only get yourself hurt -!"

"'Be reasonable'?" You can't help but laugh with a shake of your head, "I am being reasonable! In case you've forgotten, I protected your ass for two whole years and helped the Avengers fight Thanos twice! That's not even mentioning the shit I went through against HYDRA, either! For fucks sake, I've been shot at before, so training or not, the fear of dying isn't new for me!"

Your fury falters and you immediately regret your choice of words once noticing Bucky's reaction to them. Almost as soon as they're said, his expression becomes shattered and mournful, and a part of you instantly feels terrible seeing that, yet at the same time, your lingering anger - still fueled by your inner, unresolved pain - prevents you from outright apologizing.

"...You're a liability if you go..."

You grip your bottle, almost wishing it would just shatter in your hands to emphasize what you're feeling right now. Maybe then you'd have an excuse to cry in front of so many people - people who would definitely raise eyebrows if you were to completely lash out right now and confront Bucky with every swirling thought that's been burning hotter on your tongue following each drop of alcohol: 'What am I doing wrong? Why are you treating me like this? How come you don't love me anymore? Can't you see that it's drowning me?

You take a deep breath, calming yourself down a little before opening your eyes to look back up at Bucky with a false smile, "...You know what? Suuure. I'll stay behind. Whatever makes you happy, you fucking asshole!"

After spitting those final venomous words, you shove pass him roughly and storm off into the crowd, no longer caring if anyone heard your little 'lover's quarrel', as they probably all see it as. You have no idea where you're going or what you'll even do in the meantime, but Sharon's house seems big enough, so you're sure you'll have no problem finding someplace quiet to soak in all your self-pity.

Bucky almost calls after you, requiring every ounce of willpower not to chase you and give an apology, but what would that actually accomplish if he did? 'Sorry I hurt your feelings, but I'm still not changing my mind because I stand by what I said'...As if that would fix anything.

Maybe this is for the best, at least that's what he tries to convince himself throughout each second that his guilt eats away at him. For the price of hurting you, you won't be in danger if things go south talking to Nagel. Perhaps you'll even want to go home after this and you'll never have to be at risk because of any of this stuff again. Sure, you'll hate him as you probably do now, but if that's what it takes for you to be alive, then it's worth it.

...It'll be worth this heartache, won't it?

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The Story 1 🤍💙❤️

Cody Rhodes x Eleven story.

First of all i wanna say congrats to Rhodes once again. And all Roman reigns fans are pathetic why are you crying. You know he couldn't be champion forever. Y'all can stay mad.

Meh he's leaving meh this meh that, can't he do something normal like you know , finally starting a tag team, you know winning the tag titles. Join a Battle royal emg Andrea the Giant. Can win Money in the bank idk.

Stuff like that , it's fun. But noooo no championship you just leave anyway it's giving petty vibes.

He's now as good as someone like Ricochet, or Kofi Kingston. The Underdog never had a problem. I LOOOOOVVVVED THE UNDERDOG. But ever since he became the tribal chief and had brown eyes.... Ugh.

Soo to the story....

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So in this story Cody is 28, Jey 25 and Seth 26.

Cody still has brown hair. And Seth black.

Ok umm

Me

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Hi my name is Eleven I'm 25 and i am one of the biggest WWE superstars yet. I live with my brother Jey Uso🙄. With his friends Cody and Seth. And also with my best friend Becky. In a real big house.

I have another brother named Jimmy you know his stage name. But we don't live with him, due to some "personal reasons". We've been going through alotta ups and downs in the Anoa'i family. We'll get into that later.

Jey is an annoying Wild Card , who could be bothering me for no reason. He just comes and takes my chips. He uses my equipment without asking and he is always yelling.

Seth is very toxic in a funny way. He is always making these offensive jokes in serious situations like at funerals. He is a real foodie, i stash up the whole pantry and fridge with food, next morning poof it's gone.

Then we have Cody...Coooodeeey ......CO-D

Umm yeah we don't talk at all I don't even think he likes me. I guess i can't tell because whenever we're in the same room. It's just an akward silence. I am kinda crushing on him especially when he walks in without a shirt. But i ignore my feelings and let it slide.

...

Today Jey and Seth were out running errands for this week's upcoming SmackDown. I was in the gym busting my ass off. Cody was with me, but he was like literally on the other side of the room. It was total akward silence from there.

All he said coming in was a quiet hi. Then he went to his business. What weirded me out the most is how I could feel eyes on me. I felt bright blue eyes on my skin and for some reason it stung. I decided to ignore it and lift some weights but i was failing.

My brother Jey usually gives me a spot. But now that he ain't here it's gonna be hard. I wasn't expecting anything from Cody at all.

"Y-You need help with that?"i heard his soft voice gently echoing from the other side of the room. I was in shock just thinking of what Cody said. "Umm yeah yeah" i answered back. He came over to me snd stood behind me, to help me lift. The idea of squatting Infront of him made me uncomfortable.

He made sure i didn't hurt myself. ".....25! Woof that was one work out!" I said. "Thanks" i said softly fluttering my eyes. He smirked at me , with sparkling eyes. "Don't mention it" with that he walked off into the distance.

Thursday....

Seth , Jey, Cody and i went ot waffle house to have breakfast. Once we were there we so a real fat guy tryna get through the doors. "HEY! WHY DON'T YOU LOSE SOME WEIGHT!!!" Seth yelled. "Seth!" Jey and i hissed. All Cody did was chuckle, and shake his head then went through the other side of the door.

I had to answer a call from an Unknown number

Hello?

Oh hi, Elé....

Who the fuck , is this?

Liv Morgan ofcourse

(Ugh bitch)

Why the living fuck do you want?

Nothing , nothing, just let Jey know his time is almost up.

Leave my brother alone.!!!!! Hello he-hello?

Ugh i put my phone in my pocket and entered.

Seth and Jey were sitting next to each other. Which left me with Cody... He looke at me with a small smile and bright eyes. I sat next to him knowing it was ok.

Seth and Jey went to order and now Cody and i were left alone. That fat giy came back and bardged through the doors , he had a cake, sadly the hit the floor him too.... "NOOOOOOO , I WAS GONNA EAT THAT" He said , i could bear Seth laughing from the counter.

"Well you don't see that every day"Cody finally said with a small smile. "Yeah"i added on."We don't talk much"Cody said softly. "Yeah , we really don't...." I responded.

"would you like to join me at SmackDown"he asked.I eas surprised. "Yes , id love too" i smiled. "I love you" he whispered."What?" I asked. "Umm i want stew" he said.

After that Jey n Seth came with our food.

I guess i wasn't meeting Bianca and Naomi on their segment. Oh well ...

Story continues...

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Say A Prayer (The Walking Dead x PlatonicGN!Reader)

You fulfill a reckless promise you had made to Glenn years ago, at a high cost. TW: descriptions of blood and a lot of gore, heavy angst

When you had saved Glenn and Maggie from Woodbury, the physical and psychological scars detailing their experiences, you made a vow. Glenn was your best friend, Maggie the closest thing you had ever had to a sister. You should have been there. You should have protected them. This had been one of the first real glimpses you had seen of the cruelty that festered amongst survivors.

You wanted it to be the last.

As you sat by Glenn's bunk, him whispering the details of what happened, his voice breaking. You only listened to his story, holding his hands tight within your own. With each hitch of his breath, your thumb brushed his skin. His tale was long and filled with such horrors your blood was boiling, all you wanted to do was sprint towards Woodbury and burn the whole community with the power of your rage.

But the damage had already been done.

"Glenn," you breathed, shaking your head. "This shouldn't have happened, I'm so sorry."

Glenn didn't utter a sound. His silence nearly broke you. You squeezed his hand, forcing him to look up at you. "People are dangerous. I hate it but I don't think this is the last time we'll be dealing with this kind of shit. Next time this happens, I'll buy you time to escape."

Glenn's brows furrowed, he spoke your name to try and stop your flow of speech but now that you had started, you couldn't stop.

"Look, if we're ever in some deep shit with bad people, I'll say a prayer. You get ready to grab Maggie and run, because when I sign the cross on my chest, that's the signal, okay?"

"I don't want you to -"

You silenced him immediately. "Glenn, this group needs you, Maggie needs you, I need you. Just, please, I hope we never have to use this but we need a plan."

"They could hurt you."

You shrugged. "I fought fires for a living. I'm sure I can take on some assholes."

Glenn sighed, wincing slightly. The sight of that wince solidified your resolve - Glenn must have sensed this, shaking his head in defeat. "Fine, but only in emergencies. Like end of the world emergencies."

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The moment you saw the saviours, you knew it was an end of world emergency. You knew it the moment they forced you out of the van, pushing you to your knees next to Abraham, and spotted the sheer number of soldiers circling you.

You were all royally fucked.

Your heart thundered in your chest. You tried to sneak a glance at Glenn across from you, his full attention on Maggie who looked to be growing paler by the second. This was bad, this was so fucking bad.

You searched your mind for a solution, for a way to escape. Your firefighter training never taught you how to deal with this kind of scenario, or anything remotely close. Sweat prickled on your palms, and you felt like a clock was counting down how many minutes you had left in this world.

You couldn't focus, couldn't hear anything. You barely registered a tall, ominous figure leaving the caravan, a bat slung on his shoulder. His mouth was moving, but all you heard was white noise. All you caught was his name, Negan.

If I can save Glenn and Maggie, I can save two people here... Maybe it will give others the chance to get the upper hand.

The blade you'd hidden in your jacket's inside pocket felt like a weight. When the goons had patted you down, a small decoy knife in the outside pocket to your hidden one had been confiscated. But not your hidden blade.

If you could just get a chance, the perfect opportunity. You could drive the blade deep into the man's chest, slice it across his neck, lodge it into his temple. His goons would surge forward to attack you, taking their attention from the group. Glenn and Maggie would already be moving, and the remainder of the group would scramble to get the upper hand.

They would win. They could take down these men and take Maggie to a doctor, to get to safety. They had defeated the Governor, they had survived the fall of the prison, they had survived Terminus, they could survive this.

They had to.

You saw Negan strolling towards you, tilting his head inquisitively. His bat dragged along the ground, drawing your attention to the barbed wire wrapped delicately around the wood. Impulsively, you gulped. That seemed to appease him. He wanted to see your fear.

Static crackled in your ears as he started to thrust Lucille around the circle, into the faces of your friends. It moved in a sort of dance, and you dreaded to see what the crescendo would bring.

The bare bones of a plan had formed in your head - you had to do this. For Glenn. For Maggie. For the group.

"Forgive me god, for I have sinned." You muttered loud enough for him to hear, forcing your head downwards in the closest thing to a prayer you could muster. You saw Negan's bat lull, frozen, as his attention spun to you.

"Give me mercy and show me-"

"What the fuck you muttering?" Negan stopped short, spinning towards you. He used Lucille to tilt your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes. What he didn't expect to see was stone.

"I was saying a prayer, sir." You looked up at Negan, tossing a glance to Glenn across the circle. His eyes widened slightly. He inclined his head to the left, and you could tell he was begging you to stop what you were doing.

"Don't worry," Negan laughed darkly, almost mocking you. "No god can save you now."

"I wasn't asking for my survival." You looked at him from under your lashes, the fury in your veins radiating from you. Your hands had tightened into fists, only to quell the shaking threatening to consume your body. "I was praying that they would strike you down."

Negan blinked. He unleashed a deep belly laugh, shaking his head. "Wow, this one's got some fire. You want to be careful, sweetheart, you don't want to burn."

You didn't respond, keeping your steely gaze on him. You could feel all the group holding their breath, waiting for Negan to react, to end your life. Negan paused for a beat, as if deliberating it, then flashed you a smile. It reminded you of a wolf, and you were a rabbit.

"Well damn, your bat shit rambling made me lose count. Let's start again." Negan turned his back to you, preparing to start his taunting.

You signed the cross on your chest, not for your salvation. But as your signal. As you completed your movement, you slowly crept your hand into the inside pocket of your jacket, pocketing the switchblade.

Your heart threatened to crash through your ribs - you pushed past it, tightening your grip on the handle. You threw yourself forwards, not having moved more than two footsteps before you were tackled to the ground. You collided harshly with the ground, grunting loudly. Pain spread across your cheek, gravel biting into your skin. Your hands were forced behind your back, a knee pinning you in place. They pried your fingers loose, stealing your only chance of escape out of your hand.

"Now what's this shit?" Negan knelt so he was at your level, tapping your shoulder with the bat. You still had to look up at him, you were certain it was to remind you who was in control. "You trying to be a massive noble pain in my ass?"

"Go!" You screamed, almost begging. No one had moved a single inch, all frozen in place watching the events unfold before them. You could hear the soft cries of Maggie and others.

"Run!" You begged again, desperation oozing out of your voice. You tried to roll out from the person holding you down, only to hiss in pain when their knee pressed down harder.

With a dawning horror, you realised you had signed your own death certificate. You couldn't even get in reach of the man. You let Glenn down, you broke the promise you had made. You couldn't provide a good enough distraction to save them all. Now the fear you had back then was becoming a reality.

"I'll be kind - I haven't explained the house rules, so I can let this slide." He turned to look at every member making up the circle, being sure to look them all in the eyes. "But the next time someone pulls this shit? You'll regret it. I don't know what kind of liars you've encountered, but I'm a man of my word."

At this range you could see the dried blood embedded into the wood of Lucille. Red flashed across your vision. This was the weapon of your group's destruction. You felt powerless, a gut punching defeat rushing over you.

You looked up at the man who held all the strings. If you thought the Governor was bad, or the Termites, you were wrong. You had encountered a new kind of evil. A steely resolve settled within you.

If you were going to die tonight, you were going to die defiant.

You showed him exactly what you thought of him as you spat at his face.

A deep satisfaction as the saliva reached its target.

Negan stilled. He cocked his head at you, wiping the spit from his cheek. He examined the wet, slowly dragging his gaze back to yours. You felt your stomach plummet. Determination could only do so much to quench fear.

"I pardon you, and you have the fucking audacity to disrespect me in front of my men?" Negan brought himself upright, indicating his men drag you up too. You were hauled harshly to your feet.

"I'm not in the mood to dirty up my girl so soon, so how about you get a taste of your own medicine?" One of Negan's men passed something to him, and your heart stopped in your chest.

It was your switchblade.

Negan flipped it open, the blade glistening. Subconsciously, you gulped. "You thought you could take down my empire, with this fucking needle?"

Pleas and cries overtook your senses. They all melded into one twisted harmony. This was your death song.

"Everyone watch - I want you to remember that your actions have some pretty big fucking consequences."

You braced yourself. You expected him to lodge the knife in your brain, swipe it across your neck and spin you around so your blood sprayed on your family. What you didn't expect was for him to jab it deep into your stomach. In a twisted way, it felt almost intimate, his hand on your shoulder, his face so close to yours, a demented smirk marking his lips.

Your mouth parted in surprise.

"See you in hell." You spat.

"We're already there, sweetheart." He pushed the blade in deeper, robbing you of breath. You tried not to focus on the sudden agony radiating from your stomach, or the gushing red.

You heard Glenn cry out, shouting your name. You couldn't look at him, you had failed, you couldn't save him again. Maggie was sobbing, getting sicker by the second. You hadn't even been able to help them get away.

A beat passed, then two. Negan's smirk became more demented as he dragged the blade through your stomach. This time you couldn't help but cry out as you felt yourself almost being split in two.

Screams hit your eardrums. You felt as if you were underwater, everything moving in slow motion.

You couldn't breathe, the agony stripping you of the ability. Blood instantly poured. You scrambled to staunch it, the saviours pulling your hands back. They wanted you to bleed out.

Negan retracted the blade, red up until the hilt.

You fell to your knees. You thudded to the floor.

"Make sure they have a good seat. I don't want them to miss the show."

The pinch of gravel didn't even register as the saviours dragged your limp body back to the line up, a stark streak of red following behind. Abraham watched with eyes wide as the saviours yanked you upright, ignorant to the outright shriek of agony that ripped from you, forcing you onto your knees.

You could feel yourself drooping forwards - until a saviour roughly grabbed the back of your neck, pulling your head up.

Everything after that passed in a blur. You weren't sure if it was the blood loss, the fact that you were certain your internal organs were threatening to slip through the slice deep in your stomach, or the sheer trauma of it all made you numb.

You barely flinched when Abraham's blood speckled your cheek.

You only released the smallest whimper upon seeing Glenn slumping forwards, his eye grotesquely popping out.

You didn't even look as Carl was at the mercy of Rick, an axe ghosting his arm.

You watched numbly, watching it all fall apart until eventually, you felt nothing at all.

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