#fuck private sectors

[socialjusticeinamerica]

It’s been a scam since day one when “Dubya” Bush launched his phony No Child Left Behind criminal conspiracy.

#republican assholes #maga morons #never trump #fuck Betsy DeVos #fuck George W Bush #fuck Dick Cheney #traitor trump #crooked donald #republican hypocrisy #corporate greed #republican party #public dollars belong in public schools #charter schools are a scam to enrich private sector billionaires

[appalachianlich]

Every now and then i get the urge to babble about Marth over here, but i'm barely holding that brainrot back with a stick (and the stick is androids) so it doesn't Consume Every Waking Thought as it has shown itself to do in the past 3 years.

...that said...the androids – while adoptable and thus you can do whatever and put them in whatever universe you want – definitely have a basis in that universe as far as my approach to them goes. Which is so fun because i inadvertently end up doing micro-worldbuilding with each one's design.

#not art #Marth #it too needs a tag #things get so weird with that setting since it's mushing so many fucking things and i love it #you want space necromancers? we got that #hyper scifi tech? lo-fi vintage throwback aesthetics? #cyberpunk corps with their specialized militia and questionable private sector augmentations to the physical form? #weird demons who live in sewers and will eat you (both ways)?

[bibleofficial]

i held 1 of the 2 chinese flatmates (that ive actually met) hostage to Force him to Talk to Me & i had him smell weed for the first time & he started coughing 😭😭😭

#stream #ALSKALSKALKAALKSALKSLAK #i learned so much from him #like how u can still smoke inside in china ? legally ? 😭😭😭 ALSKALKSALKSALKSLA HE ASKED WHY THERE WERE SO MANY SMOKE ALARMS #‘why is the west so afraid of fire ?’ ALSKALSKLSKLAKSAL #IT MADE ME LAUGH SO FUCKING HARD #like bc like the homes in this city were built in the 1800s so if 1 goes up in flames the rest of the streets gone too 😭😭😭 #he’s so fucking funny #also about maotai so i’m going to find some of that #his name is [phonetically] ‘yen je’ ‘je’ pronounced like the french pronoun je (i) idk how it’s actually spelt in english but yea #& the other guys name is arthur - i mean he said he wants to go by arthur so i’m obliging him ALSKALSKALSLAL i asked ‘is that what u want me #to call u’ bc i did the same thing w yen je bc he wanted me to use his last name bc it’s easier - like i’m living w yall; i can learn how to #pronounce ur name like u do it w mine too ? it’s not hard ? 😭😭 #i STILL haven’t met the mexican or the other chinese guy 😭😭😭😭 #ALSKALSKALSKALKSLANA LIKE ARE YALL EVEN HERE I DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW #ALLEGEDYLY THEY ARE #THEY DONT HAVE A N Y T H I N G IN THE KITCHEN #LITERALLY ITS JUST ARTHUR YEN JE & I THAT HAVE EVEN BEEN IN THE KITCHEN IT LOOKS LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭 #like y’all …. these are sooo expensive idk how they’re just. not here - i mean it’s cheaper than private sector but still 😭😭😭 it pains me #having to put it on my credit cards 🥲 #like i’m tearing up rn bc i’ve to pay the next installment in like 2 weeks 😭😭😭😭😭

[wizardlyghost]

fuckin. i thought i was done with the "agonizing over career choices" part of job hunting when i submitted a resume, but out of goddamn nowhere another apprenticeship opportunity has fallen right into my lap. with applications closing tomorrow. so now on this day when i am so very exhausted i have been launched straight into the incredibly stressful business of asking myself what i want. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#like idfk man #on the one hand this new path offers a lot of opportunity for growth and learning in a lot of areas #as opposed to the government job i already applied for #and it's full time rather than part time #like a real career start job as opposed to a trade #but on the other hand something is telling me that private sector + engineering-adjacent work + salary = will 1000% be expected to work #outside of contracted hours to get projects done on time #which i am Not about #fuck crunch time all the homies hate crunch time i just wanna do good and constructive work for a certain number of hours and then leave #but also that may just be sleep deprived paranoia and it's not like i can ASK someone if this is the case #not expecting an honest and unbiased answer at any rate #aaaaaaa i'm so tired :(

[dougielombax]

Same energy!

Except the ones on the bottom are somehow even more incompetent!

What are they gonna do? Shoot an unarmed pedestrian and demand to see your TV license?

Get FUCKED!

“iT IsN’t eaSY BEing a CoP¡”

*speeder explodes violently*

#personal stuff #dougie rambles #andor #the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy #same energy #galactic police #premor enforcement #my poor attempt at a joke #this sounded funnier in my head #but still #mall cop #pmcs #fuck mercenaries #private security #fuck private security #fuck PMCs #corporate stooges #corporate sector #corporate sector authority #shooty #bang bang #Shooty and bang bang #magrathea #syril karn #linus mosk #Star Wars #ferrix #bootlickers #mediocrities #get fucked

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

before leaving this afternoon to see some friends i was gonna make a post on this morning's protest in madrid where more than 1 million people concentrated to fight for public health but then. i saw my friends and now i am too tired. should i do a post about it or not.

#i feel it's not very interesting #but anyways in a nutshell #the regional government in madrid is privatizing everything #specially the health sector #i have to go to the doctor's every few months and i'm seeing it perfectly #just as a point of reference: my town has 60k inhabitants and no (public) urgent care. lol. #anyways this morning this concentration happened supported by people such as rozalén and pedro almodóvar #but the madrid city hall didn't let anyone record footage from the protest #so news outlets couldn't report on the massive success of it #the only ones that are available to the public have been recorded without the city's consent #and they also made it so phones didn't work in the area the protest was happening #i believe there was no news of this concentration on tv (as far as i am aware) #so yeah. fun stuff #anyways that's the meat of it #if i were to make a post i'd do more research on it #but yeah #i fucking hate this #and i hate that this is only going to get worse. cause i know the right is gonna continue winning elections #at least ones in the near future

[bisexualpackrat]

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#Talking here because where else am I going to shout into the void about things I can't control? I'm just mad about capitalism lately. Like #I'm always mad about capitalism but these days I just see how it affects every corner of my life and it fucking enrages me. #I hate how working just sucks the energy out of you even if you like what you do because the 40-hour workweek isn't for humans #I hate how there's no flexibility in most jobs around what hours you work. #I hate how if you're working outside of the private sector that's basically an invitation to overwork you and underpay you #I hate how in pursuit of a terminal degree I'm not going to make more than $40k a year before the age of 30. #I hate how that even matters when all I really care about is the work I'm doing and the life I'm living not the money. #I don't care that my salary is shit--I hate how it affects my life. I can't take vacations or travel or visit loved ones or own a home. #And even if I could I'm so drained by the end of the day I can't really engage with other people #I look at my life and I see that everything is revolving around work and as much as I hate it I don't know how to change it #Life was never meant to be about labor. Life is supposed to be about community and growth and creation #but instead we do this all so some fuckwits I'll never meet can save two pennies. #just ignore me lol #jq speaks

[sapybara]

Anyway a national holiday is not gonna solve the sociopolitical and economic crisis peace and love

#this is a goddamned circus and the president is the biggest clown #bro your vice-president almost got shot HOW ON EARTH A NATIONAL HOLODAY AND A NATIONAL STRIKE IS GONNA SOLVE THIS #not to mention the fucking economic impact this is gonna have for the private sector YOU CANT JUST DECLARE NATIONAL HOLIDAY AT 2AM #PEOPLE ARE NOT GONNA SEE IT UNTIL 7AM WHEN THEYRE ALREADY AT THEIR JOBS #WORKING ON NATIONAL HOLIDAYS PAYS DOUBLE YOU CANT DECLARE THEM WHENEVER this is why we live in a constant crisis #and i wont even mention the public sector that is even worse #get me out of here #Iny rambles

[candypop-snowdrop]

Oh boy, paralyzed with fear rn bc job stuff

#candy talks #so here’s the dealio: I’ve got Job 1 and Job 2 that I’m trying to get #both are in the private sector and require security clearances to truly do a lot of work with them #job 1 hired me back in March and hasn’t contacted me since #job 2 is my first choice anyway but they closed all hiring for my experience level when I was looking for a position #I graduate with my masters a week from tomorrow so after that I’ll be able to begin working #so I reached out to job 2 bc I haven’t heard anything from job 1 and job 2 pays better and does more 3D printing stuff which is my jam #job 2 is now looking into opening a position jsut for me but there’s understandably a ton of paperwork involved with that #AND JOB 1 JUST REACHED OUT TODAY TO START THE PROCESS FOR DOING MY CLEARANCE #I’m so shaky rn and I don’t know what I don’t know abt this industry and I’m so nervous I’m gonna royally fuck this up #auuuuuggggghhh

[phantomrose96]

YA Soulmate Romance novel where everyone, by the time they turn 16, becomes aware of their soulmate. A person tied to them by the soul, whose thoughts and actions are relayed vaguely over the binding and unbreakable connection they share.

Except, as best science can figure it, the connection is completely random and the other person is, with no greater significance, really just Some Guy.

Some people do marry their someguymate out of conviction that the connection must mean something, but those marriages statistically fare much worse than non someguymate marriages. As it turns out, marrying someone with no existing chemistry, who unfortunately is aware of all your emotions and actions, isn't a stable foundation for a marriage.

A highly profitable sector of technology blooming in the "someguymate-blocking" market, both for personal privacy and MORE than that, to silence all the annoying fucking updates you receive constantly from your someguymate. Endless pseudoscience and homeopathic remedies to dampen signals. White noise machines that advertise themselves as "sleep restorative" and "someguymate notification blocking"

Unfortunate person whose someguymate is in an opposite timezone, trying to sleep at 3am while being bombarded with "your someguymate is driving to work" "your someguymate is getting a coffee" "your someguymate is mad at this traffic" "your someguymate goes car horn honk honk honk honk". Statistically, you're actually lucky if your someguymate shares a timezone even close to yours

High profile terrorist with a tight and well-armed protective unit. Authorities don't try to go after him, and instead try to find his someguymate, who's a middle school teacher in Iowa who constantly hears car bombs.

Befuddled mother walking into a police department, unsure who to report this to, but her someguymate just killed someone. maybe. probably. It was unclear. There was gun fire and some driving into the woods. And maybe that was unrelated to the gun fire but the big heavy thing her someguymate pulled out of the truckbed was almost definitely related.

A lucrative, and highly expensive black market of private investigators and hitmen, paid in secret to set their mark to a rich and powerful man's someguymate, because their client just wants some peace and quiet. Just some peace and quiet. For once.

The someguymate of this rich and powerful man, receiving an inkling she doesn't fully understand, but knowing with icy certainty she is suddenly in danger.

[flourescencia]

this country is laughably fucked over. instead of cutting down the work week our politicians are approving a project to have people working 4 days a week BUT 12 hours a day and no extra hours paid ... I remember a conference I watched in which someone explained that we are belatedly experiencing a wave of pure neoliberalism that other Latinamerican countries had in the early 2000's and it's so hopeless to think of

#this country feels like a simmering pot that anytime now might blow up #trying to fuck agricultural workers trying to fuck public students #trying to fuck private sector workers #and even tried to fuck the police but they barked and bit back in 24 hours. I wish everyone else did the same #txt.me

[solemntitty]

my beauracratic ass watching any TV show that has a non-cop or non-governmental organization that does stuff for seemingly no profit: ok but how do they get funding for this

#im casually watching bnha and this is bothering me #jamie has made a statement #theres so many heroes how do they all get paid #bc it seems like theyre independent contractors #and maybe receive a bounty???? #or stipend or grant?? #i know im thinking too much abt it but it bothers me #working in public health u usually have a shoestring budget and are under a microscope so im like where the fuck is this all going #ik they explain that crime is a Big Problem bc everyone has super powers #but it seems to me that. the solution is to pay independent contractors to do what should be the govts job #at leasr chainsaw man went into some detail abt the difference bt private and public sector shenanigans #but like. is there any public sector hero squad???? #also the police in bnha seem to only serve an investigatory role #does that mean that potentially every other immefiate crime is up to heroes?????????? #seems like a wackass system #what abt the shit no one wants to handle huh

[yourtongzhihazel]

Just can't stop deep throating the western propaganda can you? Hong Kong is occupied? By who? The Chinese? Alright, winston churchill settle down.

Question: Is Hong Kong directly administered by Beijing like Shanghai or Shenzhen, or is it an SAR?

The answer is: it's an SAR! Which means, Beijing has no direct administration thanks to its handover agreement signed in 1997. Beijing can only get administration after 2050. This is why billionaires run to HK to escape Beijing's mire! This is why HK housing is fucking terrible compared to literally everywhere else in China! This is why HK companies can get away with 996, whereas companies and billionaires who push for 996 on the mainland, like Alibaba and jack ma, are disciplined under threat of capital punishment!

Funny how you only believe us if we agree with you, otherwise we're "brainwashed propagandized buffoons". Look in a fucking mirror sometime, would ya? You've got propaganda flowing out of every orifice like a racist 长江. Not surprising, coming from a zionist.

Tank man climbed off the fucking tank. He did not get run over! Did you all forget this? You can also search for the Tiananmen incident on the Chinese internet and literally everyone under the sun knows about and talks about it. Maybe if you weren't looking for it with english terms, terms which Chinese people don't use, you'd have found them! And I FUCKING WISH talking about Tiananmen square would get you fucking arrested IM FUCKING SICK OF HEARING IT!!! My fucking libshit uncle has been going on and on and on about "184", "muh tiananmen", "muh CPC oppressions" and the motherfucker is still coming in my messages to drop translated pragerU videos. That's whose side you are on btw. A man who thinks all muslims are all "terrorist cockroaches [sic]". Though I reckon you do actually agree with him on that.

Tell you again how communism is so much better for the workers? Here you go you fascist shitlib:

Workplace democracy in the CPC. Chinese wages are rising. Mandatory annual pay raises for private sector (public sector is a given) and CPC control. 95% of Chinese people have insurance and an annual visit costs just 2 USD. Workplace safety is better than Australia.

#i fucking hate liberals #death to liberalism

[an-asuryampasya]

publicly funded higher education zindabad

#feeling this stronger than usual as i apply for MA programs #where I'm from the best unis are almost always centrally funded #which means they're SO much cheaper than private unis and usually much MUCH better in quality #of course exceptions exist but the top unis are all gov funded (at least in the engg and science sectors which I'm most familiar with) #but as I'm looking at unis to apply for masters programs I'm realising I can't find any uni in the arts sector that even comes close #to the quality and extent of facilities/research/opportunities/education that my undergrad uni offered #and that too at really low costs #and there are some private unis charging more for one year of a liberal arts program than my undergrad uni did for four years of engg+labs #which #hoooooo boyyyyyy #anyway and my current top choice for masters? #it is SO FUCKING CHEAP #my travel to the uni and back for the entrance test+interview cost more than the annual fees of the uni #and of course it's a central institution #(=funded by the government) #so yeah #one good thing about Indian unis is that usually if someone is academically brilliant and they get into a top uni #it's relatively accessible financially #the base fee is incredibly low + and then there's scholarships on top of that #at least in comparison to private unis and what i see of top unis internationally that are expensive as fuck #anyway publicly funded higher education my beloved #placeholder tag

[buckets-and-trees]

Desperate [Bucky x Reader]

Fandom: MCU Title: Desperate Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader Word Count: 3k 

Summary: Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Content Warnings: kidnapping, sex pollen ergo DUBIOUS CONSENT, sexual situations (named acts, non-explicit depictions of vaginal sex), medical elements (needles, IVs, experience of medical distress)

Thank You Notes: BIGGEST SHOUT OUTS to @sgt-seabass who beta loved this into what it is and @vonalyn who helped supply me with some of the vital energy I needed. This was SUPPOSED to be an answer to this little sleepover ask @povlvr had graced me with... but then it became this! Logistical Notes: Filling my eleventh square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - Y2 "Reluctant Teamwork" and @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer Week 9 which is technically a "FREE WEEK" but had sex pollen listed as one of the suggested things to play with, so... that's why we're here now.

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You were an old SHIELD contact that Steve knew before Project Insight. He didn't know you well then, but you had crossed paths a few times. You were an analyst sometimes assigned to Steve's missions. You went to work for the CIA after the Triskellion takedown, where you stayed for a couple of years, before eventually moving into the private sector.

When Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda were outlaws on the run, they bumped into you again, and you became an ally and valuable contact in your new area of the country - and ultimately a friend. And trusted enough that you knew about Bucky - and Bucky heard about you.

Bucky didn't love that you were an element in Steve's life. He hadn't met you, hadn't been able to get his own read on you. 

He'd been wary initially about Nat, Sam, and Wanda, but he'd been able to meet them and build his own trust - and they'd all ultimately put their lives and reputations on the line for him. 

It wasn't that he was distrustful of everyone anymore and needed people to put their lives on the line to prove themselves. Those who had sided with Steve over Tony in the Zemo affair aside, he'd also learned to trust others again in Wakanda with so many of the royal family and the royal guard building relationships with him. 

But with you he didn’t know you, and so he didn't like it.

What Bucky loathed even more? 

You didn't blip out. For five years, you were there for Steve when he couldn't be. You were apparently there so much that when Steve left, he fucking said to watch out for you. The punk.

Bucky didn’t know Steve dropped in on you, too, and asked you to keep an eye out for Bucky the day he gave Sam the shield. You promised you would.

You reached out. Not immediately, but in the weeks after.

Bucky was... less than kind.

Frankly, he was surly, ungrateful, short, and rude. 

Pieces were moving and with Bucky's reappearance in the United States, the question of his future was an immediate concern. Public and government representatives were demanding trials, pardons, and all the rest.

You told him you had found an excellent contact for a lawyer.

"No, thanks, I can find my own," the words were polite, but the tone was clipped, flat, low - almost a growl. 

Being so abruptly shut down, you decided to cut the phone call first and on your terms, so you wished him luck - managing to be more polite than him, making it sound genuine - and hung up.

You called Matt Murdock yourself, and told him about Bucky's case.

You did it only because of your promise to Steve.

And a little bit because you knew you were fucking right and that Bucky needed your lawyer contact. 

Matt chuckled, told you he knew about stubbornness, and that he'd go about approaching the Winter Soldier diplomatically and professionally.

Matt pulled off the best possible pardon deal, even if not everything about it was ideal.

When Pepper decided to get back into some of the Avenger support again - after the Flag Smashers business - so she could provide some more trustworthy resources for Sam and Bucky and the old crowd, you were one of the people she ended up scouting and recruiting to come work on the direct home support team with research and tactical support. Sometimes you went into the field with the team, but usually you stayed at home base and relayed with the agents over comms. 

This was not because you weren't outstanding, but because it was clear the less time you and Bucky spent in proximity to each other, the less awkward it was for everyone else on the team. You were both professional enough to keep the animosity out of things during a mission over comms, and that was about it. 

Otherwise, it was silent treatment and resentment.

Neither of you extended the woes of your dislike for each other actively to anyone else on the team, keeping your mouths shut about your feelings, and engaging in only occasional and minimal eye-rolling when either of you was mentioned. Bucky made a point of giving you electrolyte-enhanced waters first whenever you did go into the field on a mission with them, as if you were a toddler who couldn’t take care of yourself. 

Sitting by you at a holiday dinner at Sam’s you almost thought there was a moment of thaw between you and the Winter Soldier, but you didn’t push the almost comfortable silence between you to anything more - knowing it had been long-established he only tolerated you. It was clearly only a temporary pause, meaning very little as Bucky continued to push for you not being put into the field with them. You didn’t need to be around his close scrutiny. He made getting over any initial crush you might have had on him very easy. 

Things were fine like that for a little over a year. 

And then you were abducted on your way back from a mission outside of Paris where you had been part of the local ground team, taken and smuggled out of the airport. It was not HYDRA this time, just leftover cretins who blipped away but now were back, stirring up their own operation which hoped to double down on being even more nefarious. They were interested in testing some of their new methods and resources while also trying to extract some sensitive information.

Why not kill two birds with one stone by snatching up a well-connected and informed analyst at the heart of the neo-Avengers operation?

They recovered files from debunked HYDRA facilities (hard drives were wiped, but motivated hackers knew how to dig beneath what had been wiped to recover remnants - in hindsight, SHIELD should have taken the tech to a secure location) and developed an even more concentrated and powerful form of sex pollen. They were interested in how it would be absorbed in both the aerosol and liquid forms they had developed. Why not try out both forms on you? 

The aerosol was potent enough, but not in a way that would break you for their line of inquiries.

So, they injected it right into your veins.

Compounding with what had already been ingested into your system, everything intensified, and you - much more quickly than they anticipated - moved past what may have been a state where they could've coaxed the information they wanted out of you. 

Quickly you progressed to the point where you were consumed by this toxin, your body raging and desperate for the physical activity that will get you to a sexual release and flush the toxin from your system. You were keening and moaning and crying, covered in sweat, straining painfully against your bonds, unable to focus on anything anyone said to you. 

You were incoherent and not far from feral. 

Having gone beyond the point you could be giving them intelligence, you were still useful to provide information as the test subject, and they kept you on it through an IV drip to see the limits of what an average female body could take before it was completely broken.

You had absolutely no sense of how long this went on, only that you were not even crying tears anymore, just dry sobbing and wailing, because everything in your throat, and in your veins, and in your chest, and in your vagina burned. 

It was an agony you'd never experienced in your life. 

You vaguely registered a cacophony of sound around you, but it was like it was coming to you through a long dark tunnel, distorted and distant, and you couldn’t open your eyes to see what is going on, not that you could even think to or were capable of caring about anything other than the desperate purgatory you were enduring until you finally passed out.

Bucky and Sam were nearly back to base ops in New York from the Paris mission when the news of your abduction came through, and they turned around immediately. Teams working at home and in Paris - and Bucky in the air while Sam piloted - narrowed your likely whereabouts down to two locations: somewhere near Versailles (because of course evil operations are drawn to the ideas of opulence) or a compound outside of Brussels. 

Time already against them, Sam and Bucky made the tough decision that they needed to split up so they could investigate both options as quickly as humanly possible. Sam dropped Bucky at the well-equipped safe house less than an hour away from the suspected Versailles compound and then headed to Brussels.

After arming himself to the teeth as quickly as he could, Bucky fired up the Ducati in the garage of the safehouse that had been equipped with a noise dampener by your tech engineers, punched in his navigational coordinates, and pushed to top speeds to get to there, stashing the bike half a kilometer away so he could make the rest of the approach in complete stealth.

The operation was much smaller than he anticipated, but because of its size it was almost immediately apparent to Bucky that this was where they had you, and he was also confident he would be able to drop this operation and get to you without as much trouble as he expected.

But in no way could he have predicted the state he would find you in.

He heard your agonizing cries and keening within moments of entering the facility, and he'd already dropped four agents at that point, but the excruciating pain he heard from you was its own form of torture in itself. 

He picked up the pace, tearing ruthlessly through everyone else that came between him and you.

He got the full view of the condition you were in only moments before you passed out. He quickly undid all the bindings and removed everything they had attached to monitor your vitals. He unhooked the IV drip but had the presence of mind to take the bag for testing later. It was inelegant, but he hefted you over his shoulder, and everyone else still conscious who got in his way of getting you out was incapacitated with a single kill shot.

It was close to midnight when he reached the safe house and carefully tucked you into one of the beds. He pulled a secure laptop and some of the base medical testing equipment into the bedroom and kept watch over your catatonic form while he started running tests on the substance you’d been hooked up to and sent the base data for his samples to the bioengineering team back at HQ.

Over the next hour your body experienced a few fits of violent shaking, but you didn’t rouse until almost 2am. When you did, it was with great heaving gasps, and your arms flailed, your hands grasping at the sheets, at your clothes, and then at Bucky when he appeared almost immediately at your side trying to soothe you. He had a theory he hoped wasn’t true – that he knew what was running through your veins – but it was confirmed when you clutched and pawed desperately at him. Then your eyes met his, there was a recognition but coupled with devastating desperation, and you started babbling his name and pleading, “Bucky, please, Bucky. Need. Bucky, help. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.”

He’d been in distress over you since he first heard your tortured cries hours before, and he knew you needed him.

He wouldn’t deny you. 

He knew the anguish of being a slave within one’s own mind. 

He worked both of you out of your clothes quickly, and then laid you back on the bed and crawled above you. “I gothcu, shh, I know what you need.” You cried, but with a glimmer of relief, when he sunk into your desperately wet cunt. He thrust diligently into you while you clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

The first orgasm was quick, and provided a glorious wave of relief that helped, but it was not enough. 

Not even close.

For nearly two hours he let you use him, pulling him into you, riding him, kneeling under him on all fours while he wrapped an arm around your waist and took you from behind. 

It was relentless fucking until you hit the point of being utterly depleted – mercifully coinciding with when the chemicals seemed to have finally been flushed from your system with enough of the endorphins released into your bloodstream from the numberless orgasms. 

If anyone but a super soldier had found you, Bucky genuinely worried they may not have been enough to help. Seeing you at the utter extreme of limits, in dangerous territory, had shaken something inside him he wasn’t prepared to discover. There had been no question in his mind that he had to get you through it. 

He smoothed your hair off your face and let your body gently sink back into the mattress, then got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He wiped your brow first, and you sighed in relief, eyes already closed in bone-tired weariness. Bucky gently wiped the sweat from your neck, continued moving down your body, and then with a second warm cloth he’d also brought, he gently wiped away the mess of slick that had seeped down your thighs. He carefully redressed your exhausted form, sliding you back into your discarded underwear and his t-shirt that was close enough to scoop up from the floor, and tucked you into the covers. You were asleep before he had finished taking care of you.

As you rested, he continued his vigilant watch from before. You stirred an hour or so later. It was still dark, but with almost a hint that sunrise would be creeping to the edges of the windows soon. He moved to your side again, this time with water, which he pressed to your lips, helping you to set up so you could drink. You began to gulp it down, but slowed when he tried to soothe you and urged you to slow your intake.

When you were nearly done downing the glass, your eyes opened briefly, but catching Bucky’s wary gaze on you, you shut them again. Not before Bucky saw the flash of anguish, however. You scooted away and turned your back, pulling your knees up and burying your head in your arms.

Bucky wanted to reach out and touch you, but settled for softly uttering your name, trying to coax you to look at him.

You refused, consumed with shame and horror.

Your throat was thick with a different kind of agony. 

That episode of pain and innate need had ended, but this? 

This was a new hell you would have to endure. 

“Bucky, I’m sorry, and I know I owe you my life and probably all of my sanity, but please, please go. Please leave me be and don’t put me through the humiliation right now of being here only because you were resigned to helping me despite hating me. I’ll have to bear that forever, but please, just… please at least leave me to myself until we get out of here.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Fuck, I don’t hate you – I never truly hated you,” he said. It was quiet, but perfectly audible in the silence of the pre-dawn.

You raised your head tentatively.

He took a deep breath and continued. “I only kept it up to save face since I drove you to despise me and was too proud to turn it around.”

You were truly overwhelmed. You wanted to say something but had no idea how to respond to that admission, especially when you were already wrung out to the very edges of your emotional state.

“I’ve respected you for a long time now.” Bucky broke the silence.

“You have?”

“Probably more than respected you, if I’m being honest.”

You were still exhausted despite having slept for the past few hours, but you pushed your mind to think… you started to reconsider the thaw from hostility to civility, that he argued with you in group settings less, how everything had become less grudging. But you knew you’d put up your own protective walls to shield you from his scrutiny because it had hurt too much to have been spurned by him when you’d reached out to try and forge that relationship with him after Steve left initially. 

And so much of tonight had been a feverish haze, but you had small pieces that were stained into your memory, some of which were him and things you couldn’t categorize as the actions of anything less than someone who cared. 

“How do you feel about me?” you ventured. 

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a few long moments.

“I don’t know that I can explain it all yet – I don’t think I know the words for it, but… let me show you? No chemicals, just us, see what’s really here?” He reached out a tentative hand to cover one of yours.

You nodded.

You let him move in.

You let him kiss you.

You let him lay you down beneath him again, and this time you sunk into each other. 

You cried again, but this time from the immense emotion. You could feel it rolling off of him and pouring into you, a balm starting to fill in the anguished pieces of your soul. Your spent bodies pushed through any tiredness and desperately moved together again, relentlessly motivated this time to slake the emotional hunger growing between you. Touches that explored, that carved into memory, that expressed. 

This time when you were both only finished by exhaustion, you curled into each other and slept, feeling the beginnings of solace and true peace, a turning of the tide, and maybe the acknowledgement that emotions that had run so deeply between you two were only felt so strongly because you truly valued the other even from the beginning.

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max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

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