#sorry this is long i know no one cares anymore

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Want Some Help? | Jeon Jungkook One Shot

Summary: When your boyfriend can't seem to satisfy you anymore your roommate decides to lend a helping hand. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (crackhead roommate energy) Word Count: 4.7k (got a little carried away but when don't I 😂) Warnings: Explicit language, smut and cheating. He spits in her mouth at the end lol and hella pet names. Aight that's all you're getting lol gotta read the rest to find out. a/n: This is the last thing I'll be posting before I go on a little hiatus. I'll make a post in a couple of days to explain but I'll let this circulate a bit before I do. I hope you enjoy it! (barely edited lol) Requested by a lovely anon 💜

The sounds in my room are obscene to say the least, more from Brian's side than mine today though. I don't know what it is but something about him isn't doing it for me anymore. Is it the fact that I have a new Adonis for a roommate? Perhaps, but Brian's need to overcompensate for it makes situations like these even more awkward than they need to be. 

"You like that?" he asks, him being so close to cumming with me barely working my way up to it. "Yeah" I respond breathily, trying my best to play the part so this can hopefully be over sooner rather than later. "Fuck" he groans at the sight and sound of my little gasp when he just barely hits that spot but I know he won't be able to figure out how to do it again. 

Brian isn't a selfish lover but the dynamic between us has changed ever since Jungkook moved in... 

He hasn't been as focused on me which now that I think about it is pretty damn selfish. I'm just making excuses for him at this point. He's more focused on his ego and playing it up for my roommate than he is into loving his girlfriend. I don't know how much longer I can be in this relationship if he keeps acting like this. 

"Shit I'm close, are you?" he asks and I nod my head furiously, thanking whoever might've been listening to my plea and seconds later he's cumming inside the condom and I do my best to copy the moan that I let out when he's actually done a good job at satisfying me and it seems to be convincing enough since he's giving me that cocky grin before he kisses me again. 

"You wanna shower?" he asks and I shake my head, "You go ahead, I'll shower later. Plus, didn't you say you had work early tomorrow morning? I'll let you get cleaned up in peace so you can head out" I say and he nods his head before going to the bathroom and throwing me a towel before closing the door and turning on the shower. 

Luckily he didn't try to clean me up because there's definetly not much to clean since I didn't cum.

Once I'm finished and I've made myself somewhat presentable I put on my robe and head out into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. "Have fun?" my roommate says from the living room couch as I pass by on my way to the kitchen. "Shit Jungkook you scared me" I say, holding my hand to my chest. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Have a good time tonight?" he asks again, his eyes dragging up and down my form, lingering on my chest and when I look down I see that my nipples are very visible unbeknownst to me since I hadn't cared to think about the fact that Jungkook might've come home. 

I wrap my robe tighter around me and cross my arms as I head into the kitchen. "Yes I did thank you very much. Did you?" I spit out quickly, hoping to avoid talking about my sex life with him. "It was alright. I had a long week so I decided to turn in early but um..." he trails off as he watches Brian walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving Jungkook a stern look before coming over to talk to me. 

"You alright?" he asks before placing a way too intimate kiss on my lips in front of Jungkook who I see has turned his head back to the TV and isn't bothering to pay attention to the game Brian is trying to play with him. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you heading out?" I ask, very hopeful that this visit will come to an end and thankfully luck is on my side this time. 

"Yeah I gotta get going but I'll come over again soon" he says, looking over at Jungkook before giving me one last kiss and heading towards the door to put on his shoes. "Text me when you get home!" I say and he winks at me before walking out leaving me rolling my eyes once the door is shut. 

I slump against the counter, glad it's finally over and when I look back over at Jungkook he's not too interested in whatever he has playing on the TV anymore, his focus solely on me. 

"What?" I ask him, brows scrunched together and trying to figure out what his deal is. "Why'd you fake it?" he asks and I choke on my spit, caught off guard by the unfiltered question. "Excuse me?" I ask, scandalized that he had been listening enough to even catch onto something like that. 

"You probably wanted it to be over huh?" he asks, assuming what the answer was and unfortunately that was the case but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of being right. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, turning on the sink to fill up my cup again but before I can even pull it out from under the tap he's taking it out of my hand. 

"Hey!" I call out, trying to grab it but he holds it just out of reach. "Can't keep you satisfied anymore?" he asks raising a brow at me, a smug look on his face since it seems he can read me like a book based off of my body language alone. "He keeps me very satisfied thank you very much, not that it's any of your business" I say and reach for my cup which he thankfully relinquishes. 

"I know you're lying" he say and I cock a brow at him, not knowing how he could possibly know the truth. "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I press, placing the cup on the counter and crossing my arms over my chest, forgetting the fact that I'm completely naked under this and giving him a better view of my cleavage. 

"You're not very quiet when you do it by yourself you know. What do you use? A dildo? One of those little roses? Maybe both?" he questions leaning in closer to me and making my eyes bug out of my head. "How did yo-" "These walls are paper thin doll, so believe me when I say that I can hear every little thing you do to yourself in there. But please, don't stop. I would hate to be deprived of that pretty little voice of yours even though it is quite distracting sometimes" he says, grabbing my cup and holding it between us as a clear invitation to leave if I so desire. 

I take it and rush back to my room, slamming the door behind me and I can hear him chuckle from the kitchen. Fuck he really wasn't kidding when he said these walls are thin.

I flop down onto my bed facedown and scream into my pillow, utterly mortified that he's heard me ever since he got here. I need to wear a muzzle at this rate  since there's no way I'm stopping just for his sake. A girl's got needs and if Brian isn't going to fulfill them then I've gotta do it myself. 

I get up off my bed after I finish my little temper tantrum and change the sheets before taking my robe off and jumping in the shower to hopefully wash off all of Brian's scent. I can't stand to think about him anymore especially after what Jungkook said about him...

After finishing up my shower and drying off my hair I reach into my drawer to get my tried and true rose bud to help me out tonight. Yes he guessed right but I'll be damned if I ever let him see it.

I lay down and try to turn it on and after I've used it for a minute or two it just shuts off. "Fuck" I groan out, forgetting the fact that I had forgotten to grab new batteries for it. The TV remote has the same size batteries right? It's worth a shot to go check since I'm pretty sure he's gone to bed already. 

Walking out to the living room in my robe again I'm met with Jungkook still sitting on the couch watching the same thing he had been when I first came out here. 

I try to turn back around once I've seen him but he stops me by asking me if I needed something. "I just wanted to borrow the batteries from the remote but you're still using it so no worries" I say and try to leave but he stops me again. "I'm pretty sure I bought a new pack of batteries not too long ago" he says and I sheepishly admit I used the last of them. 

"Oh okay well here, I can just finish this up on my laptop" he says while taking the batteries out and putting them in my hand, giving me the source of my pleasure for tonight. "T-thanks" I stutter and close my finger around them as if they would disappear if I let them go. "Is everything okay?" he asks and I nod my head while walking down the hallway, not knowing that he's hot on my heels. 

"What do you need the batteries for?" he asks as we're a few feet away from my door making me jump. "Didn't know I was behind you?" he chuckles and I glare at him, hoping that'll make him back off but it does the exact opposite, causing him to smirk and glance around my room and soon notices the rosebud that I stupidly left in the middle of my bed. 

"I was right" he smirks leaving me groaning and rolling my eyes as I storm into my room, not bothering to close the door since I know he's not going to leave me alone anytime soon. 

"What? You know I'm just teasing you. You're free to do as you please doll, I'm not gonna stop you. I was even nice and paused my movie so you can have your fun too" he says, leaning against my doorframe and since he's being shameless I will too, deciding to switch the batteries out and turn it on to check but unfortunately it does the same thing and dies less than thirty seconds after I turn it on.

"Shit" I curse under my breath and he stifles his laughter by covering his mouth. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. You're just lucky all you need is your right hand to get off. Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, laying back down on my bed, exacerbated and ready to call it a night since the odds have flipped again. My good luck for the night being Brian's quick departure. 

I don't pay attention to how high my robe has ridden and it seems as though one of my legs has slipped through the gap giving him a full view of my upper thigh and hip, one wrong move leaving me exposed to him. 

He gulps but I don't bother to notice and only do when he clears his throat. "What do you want?" I say, throwing my arm over my face trying to hide the shame that all of this has caused me but fail miserably. "Want some help?" he asks and I sit up right away at his words, "What?" I ask, my reaction as dramatic as if he had grown two heads. 

"Do you want some help? I can get you off real quick if you'd like? It'll be like one roomie helping the other" he offers as causally as if he had asked to borrow five bucks. "You're joking, right?" I scoff but it seems as he very well is not as he take a step into my room and he watches for signs for protest but I give him none. 

"Not really no. I'm simply offering to help a friend in need. That's what we are right? Friends?" he questions as he takes a step closer. 

He calls out my name when I've stayed silent for a while, not being able to take my eyes off him even if I tried. As long as he stays in this room he's got my attention. "R-right, friends" I respond and he takes a seat on my bed, a respectful distance away but it feels as if he was already on top of me. 

"But Brian-" "Doesn't need to know" he says, cutting me off and making it harder and harder for me to say no. He scoots closer to me and takes the rosebud out of my hands, unbothered by what it's used for and simply places it on the nightstand next to me. "It's your move" he says, leaning closer to me, his breath fanning my face and I look at his eyes, mine going back and forth before his look down at my lips. 

"Tell me to stop" he says, making things easier for me but when he's mere millimeters away I lean in. 

It's soft and sweet at first, our lips connecting and breaking a few times, still giving me an opening to pull away and say stop but after a few more kisses like that he deepens the kiss. While keeping our lips locked for longer he angles his head a bit more, his tongue now in my mouth and soon he beckons me to do the same and I do which gives him even more of a green light. 

He places his hand on my cheek and angles me just right before he switches up and presses down on my shoulder a little and leans in closer as a silent plea for me to lay down. 

I crawl back on the bed instead and he follow as I lay down on the pillows with him hovering over me. "Fuck been thinking about this view for a long time" he admits and before I can say anything in response his lips are already on mine again.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the tie that is seconds from coming undone of it's own accord. "Yeah" I say, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of doing this, of cheating with my roommate who is someone I won't be able to run away from after this.

He pulls the belt and in one smooth motion it's undone.

The way he looks at me as he takes both sides of the robe off of my body is a sight that could make me cum untouched if given the chance. Watching his eyes darken up as they roam all over my body until he's tracing them back up to mine where it's as if a whole new man is hovering over me, one that looks so insatiable and ready to break me at any moment. 

"Fuck you're so pretty" he say, leaning back down to kiss me but soon trails his lips down my neck and to he valley between my breast. He settles on kissing one of them and slowly brings his lips closer to my nipple where he looks up at me for permission which I give right away. He smirks and puts his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth and places them on the opposite one twisting and toying with it before he places his mouth one the one in front of him. 

Once his lips make contact my fingers immediately lace through his hair, needing to ground myself with something and he hums around in in approval when I tug on it a bit. 

"You sensitive here doll?" he asks when he lets go of it, the cool air causing a chill when it hits my damp skin, him having made a mess of it from his clear desire to do this. I let out a whimper in response and he nips at it before switching to my other breast to give it the same time and attention he gave the first.

My hips start to buck up after a couple more seconds of him switching between my breasts and lips when he hears those pretty voices he had talked about before, wanting to taste them on his tongue this time. 

"Someone's eager" he says against lips but I turn my face to the side leaving him kissing the column of my neck until I'm squirming about leaving him smiling against my skin. 

"Does my doll want more?" he asks and I whimper in response, not being able to bring myself to utter words of confirmation when I have a man like him already causing me so much pleasure, but it's not enough. 

I need more.

"Jungkook please" I breathe out, done with this teasing and so worked up already from not gaining release earlier. "Please what?" he asks trailing his lips back up to mine and kissing them one last time before pulling back and waiting for my answer. "Please help me cum" I plead, wanting what he had promised me earlier. 

He chuckles dryly and places a kiss on the corner or my mouth before responding. "Here I am taking my time with you but you still only want one thing. Don't you like it when I play with you like this?" he asks, trailing middle finger down my torso until he's come in contact with my clit, sliding further down past it and checking to see what my true physical reactions have been to his ministrations. 

"Seems like you do" he says, circling around my entrance with that same finger when he feels how wet I am. "This all for me?" he asks and close my eyes once he's dipped one of his fingers in while using his thumb to draw circles around my clit but once my breathing picks up a bit everything stops. 

"What?" I pant, confused as to why he would stop. "I asked you a question. Is this all for me y/n?" he rasps, looking down at where his fingers had once been and cursing when he notices how wet they are. "Y-yes, all for you" I choke out and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops before I can even brush my lips against his. 

"Can you say my name princess?" he whispers, posed as a question but we both know the only way this continues is if I comply. "Jungkook" I whisper out, his name now tasting different on my tongue. It's almost if I have to put more effort into pronouncing each letter, my throat suddenly running dry. 

"Louder doll. It's the least you can do to help me forget how you've moaned his name in here time and time again. Probably another sad excuse of an act to fake your high" he says, going back to playing with my center, his finger going in and out at a faster rate now before easing his way into putting in a second one. 

"Fuck Jungkook" I groan, this time a little louder than before that grants me a kiss on my neck, his motives to stay away from my lips being to hear all of my reactions to what he's doing to me. Wanting to discover new sounds and reactions that sound more genuine and are ones that I can't even hope to hold back with the pleasure he's giving me.

"That's it, keep going. Want your voice to be the thing I remember most about this, hear it over and over again, ingrained in my memory. That way when I forget how you taste it'll be something that I'll still be able to come back to. Hearing how I make you feel, not yourself and definetly not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, me. Let me hear how I make you feel" he rasps in my ear making me shiver and arch my back off the mattress. 

"Jungkook please, please" I beg with my ego gone, the only thoughts in my head being him and how incredible it'll feel once he's made me cum. "Just like that doll, scream my name if you need to, I don't mind" his calm cool and collected tone of voice driving me mad. How can he be whispering these things in my ear and taunting me like this while I'm a complete mess under him, barely being able to breathe let alone think straight. 

I pulse around his fingers and he can tell that I'm close when I let out a moan after he hits a certain spot, hitting it over and over again, knowing that that's going to be the thing that'll make me come undone. 

He leans back and looks down at me, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make me insane, his calm and cool façade in my mind broken when I see the way he's watching me. Taking in every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name and it makes him want to try even harder to get me to that high, needing to see what I look like when I cum.

"Just like that doll, you're doing so well, sound so pretty" he murmurs and with a few more words of encouragement I'm coming undone. When I try to look away he grabs my chin and makes me keep eye contact making everything seem even more intense. 

Once the rising and falling of my chest has slowed down and his playful fingers inside me gain him whines of overstimulation he finally takes them out. 

I expect him to get up and wash his hands but instead places them in his mouth, moaning once my taste hits his tongue leaving me swallowing dryly, needing that glass of water now. 

"Open your mouth" he says after he takes his fingers out and I comply curiously, doing as he asks and the next moment I feel him spitting in my mouth before smashing his lips on mine one last time. 

After kissing me senseless and exhaustion flooding my system my kisses become sloppy and he laughs against my lips before finally pulling back. "Where are you going?" I ask and he laughs again at my groggy state. I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" he says and I sit up quickly, my mind slowly clearing up. 

"Wait, what about you?" I ask, taking note of the tent in his pants but he simply chuckles and brings back a warm towel just like he said. I had expected the same treatment Brian gave me today but when I try to reach for it he pulls back. "No you lay down, you're still out of it" he says, trying to be serious but also satisfied that he only had to use his fingers put me in this state. 

After he finishes cleaning me up he gets up and throws the towel in the laundry basket and comes back to sit on the bed next to me, cupping my face and studying my features. "You okay?" he asks, clearly sensing regret already. 

"Yeah I'm fine. I just never thought I would do something like this" I admit and he mouths a quiet 'Oh' and takes his hand off me but I grab it before he can get too far. "I'm sorry I'm just confused and clearly not thinking straight" I say, trying to backtrack knowing that I've hurt him by saying that. 

"Thank you for doing this for me" I say timidly and he laughs. "What?" I ask, clearly not understanding what about this situation is funny. 

"I'm sorry" he says, his laughing soon dying down and I wait in silence until he's finally composed himself. "I'm sorry it's just not everyday that your hot roommate thanks you for finger fucking them" he chuckles and my cheeks heat up, thoroughly embarrassed now that he's put it like that.

I reach behind me and grab a pillow and throw it at his face which makes him laugh even more. "Jungkook stop this isn't funny" I whine and he stops a couple minutes later. "Alright alright I'm sorry, you were just getting way too serious about it" he explains and wipes away a fake tear. 

"This is serious! I just cheated on my boyfriend with you" I exclaim and he shakes his head, placing the pillow I threw at him out of my reach and sighs before responding. "You and I both know that you've been ready to end that relationship for a while now" he says and I open my mouth but the words die in my throat.

"That's what I thought" he says and we sit there in silence for a moment while I pull the sheet over me. "Just break up with him already, I can clearly see that you're miserable" he points out and I hate that he's right. 

"Why do you care? Should I break up with him so I can mess around with you?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "We can do that if you want to, but from a friend's point of view I think your life is so much better without him" he says and I sigh, knowing again that he's right, telling me the things that I've thought about over and over again but just never did anything about. 

"I'll talk to him" I say and he nods his head. "Good because with the number I did on your neck he's definetly gonna know that something went down" he laughs and my eyes go wide, forgetting to tell him to not leave any marks but I know I'm fucked. 

"Here" he says, grabbing the hand mirror I have on my dresser and I know from one glance that hoodies and turtlenecks will be my new signature look until this all clears up.

"Jungkook" I growl and he giggles, never taking my scolding tone seriously. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it" he chuckles and I sit up, grabbing that pillow and throwing it at him again. "I hate you" I huff but he laughs again before placing a knee on my bed and making it dip under his weight. 

My breath hitches as he inches closer and I can't do anything but lay down, slowly trying to run away from his lips in my mind but falling back into that same position we had been in for who knows how long.

Once I'm flat on my back and he's hovering over me again I swallow as best as I can, making him let out a dry chuckle. "Wanna run that one by me again doll?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I press my thighs together, hating myself for doing it but needing some sort of something to keep me sane but it's of no uses when he leans in closer and I hold my breath, not knowing what he's doing or where this is going but when I close my eyes I granted with that same chuckle again. 

"Goodnight princess" he says against my lips, his weight gone off my bed seconds later leaving me sitting up in process. "Wha-" "My pretty doll needs to figure out who she wants to play with if she wants more" he taunts and I cross my arms and pout a little, hoping that'll get him to come back. 

"Aw don't be like that. After all the work I put in to help you feel good. I thought you would've been more grateful, not greedy" he taunts and I roll my eye before uttering a quiet 'Goodnight'. "Thanks for giving me memories to help me fix this" he says, looking down at the very clear outline of his hard on and I swallow again, intimidated from finally being able to see his full size. 

"I promise, if you make up your mind...I'll make it fit" he teases and winks at me granting him a scowl in response. He grabs the door handle at the same time I grab the pillow and throw it which he blocks by closing the door. "Goodnight doll" he says one last time and shuts it behind him. 

I spend the rest of my night willing myself to sleep and when I finally start to doze off I start hearing Jungkook's soft moans and grunts leaving me wide awake again. Now I really know he wasn't lying...

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[callofdudes]

So, uh, I was watching Bad Boys 2 with my dad and when the shootout scene happened and Marcus accidentally got shot in the ass I couldn’t help but wonder after I was done LMFAOing; how the COD boys (or the guys from 141 if you have a character limit) would react to and deal with having been shot in the ass? Especially if their S/O or best friend was there?

Ouchie ouchie. Here ya go anon! Sorry it took so long!

Getting shot in the ass.

Fucking humiliated.

First off, it hurt and oh boy he would not talk to anyone. If you're not in the immediate vicinity of medical attention he is going to have to be taken care of by one of you.

He'd probably trust either you or Price. He loves Johnny but not enough to touch his whole ass.

If you're his spouse you will 100% try to make jokes to calm him down, and it doesn't end up making it any better. Simon laying on his stomach writhing in pain while you've got him pantsed.

He's never speaking to any of you again. He'd rather be buried alive than have you bandaging his whole asscheek so he doesn't bleed everywhere.

"Are-fuck! Are you done yet!?" He growled, turning into a whine near the end because he's in pain. Come on man...

"Almost Simon, just hang in with me ok?"

He whines, and you continue to as gently as you can patch the wound. And like a meanie you're trying not to laugh the whole time.

When you're done you'll pat his butt gently and help him up. "Fuck you, and fuck that last 20 minutes of my life." He winces, attempting to stand.

"It's an occupational hazard y'know-"

"In my ass. MY BLOODY ARSE!"

"Well it's not bloody anymore...??"

Yeah he's never speaking to you. Or the others. He'll go back to that coffin where he was safe and his beautiful ass wasn't being threatened 24/7.

When you get back if you tell anyone he's suffocating you in your sleep. Not like the medical team will let him go. Surgery to get the bullet out of his arse and then was hurting for weeks.

Glaring constantly because now he has one of those butt pillows that you'd sit on after a BBL. And the recruits are bugging him because, "Got a lift Lt??" "Thought it was already big enough."

His arse is a point of contention for him and now he's being pointed out for the masses.

"You... You want me to help??"

"Nope." He dragged his leg, limping his way as blood spilled.

"You've uh, got a hole in your-"

"I'm very well aware!" He grimaced, trying to ease down on his side. "Other room." He demands.

"I can help-"

"OTHER ROOM."

"Yes sir."

You step away and let Price undo his belt and survey the damage himself. The last time he was bleeding from his arse his military dad was spanking him upside down and sideways.

By the time he realizes he's going to need a little help he's already regretting his life. He's nearly had his balls shot off before, this shouldn't be news to him, but also, why....

Begrudgingly he calls you back in after messing with it enough it hurts twice as much as before.

So you grab some bandages and get to work.

"Don't-"

"I'm very well aware of where my hands are going captain, you're fine."

"Gross."

"You're bleeding."

"Thank you for stating the obvious." He rubbed his forehead, sighing.

You feel less inclined to snicker at Price because the poor man is just trying to make a living fighting crime. He doesn't deserve this. His beautiful soft ass doesn't deserve this.

When you get back he is just wanting the bullet out by that point so he doesn't fight medical. They get the bullet out and he is taking painkillers like they're going out of style. (No, not in an unhealthy way)

Will probably stay between his room and his office. He wants to do work very badly and hasn't enjoyed sitting around doing nothing for long periods of time.

Can't wear his favorite pants now because they're tighter and the seam cuts right into the stitches. Sweatpants and butt pillow it is until he's out of this hell.

Most recruits know not to poke the bear, unlike you. Or Simon.

"Whew, that was close." You panted and looked at Johnny with relief. "No kidding." But as the adrenaline wore off, Johnny felt lightheaded, and fell to his side.

"Ow-" He winced, his leg feeling numb. You quickly rushed to him and looked him over. He wasn't shot anywhere... Oh. Oh, no never mind, yes he was.

"Johnny..."

"Yeah..?"

"You're shot."

Johnny followed your gaze and saw.

Surprisingly calm. Like, out of everyone he doesn't panic as much. Pulls up his shirt into his mouth and tells you to get it out.

You're hesitant because it's trying to pull a bullet out of someone's ass. And pulling a bullet out is never... Fun. But he trusts you, even if his cheeks are glaringly red from utter embarrassment.

But he doesn't want anyone else to do it for some reason, so you do your best.

Long story short, it did not go well. You ended up messing with the wound that his right ass cheek was so swollen. He looked like an idiot. Laying on his stomach in pain while waiting for Evac.

"I'm sorry..." You rubbed his shoulder.

You'd pulled his pants down further, while still being respectful. But man if he didn't look stupid, and it looked like it hurt. One cheek much bigger than the other, red and swollen.

Johnny promised to never get shot in the ass again. After he was put on bed rest because he had an infection. So uh... That was a fun adventure.

"Why the hell did you try to dig the bullet out of my ass??" He looked over at you when you visited him.

"You told me to do that! I told you it was a bad idea."

"Oh yeah..." He sniffled and crossed his arms, pouting his lip.

"Johnny.. come on, it'll get better."

"Well it can't get worse. Can it?"

"Ow!! Bloody- shit!" He slid down a wall and looked down at his side, expecting the stinging pain he felt to have hit his leg, he was dismayed to find the bullet had got him in the ass.

"Oh fucking of course!" He groaned and tried his best to hold something over the wound while still getting bullets pelted at him.

"How're we looking, sergeant??"

Kyle looked back briefly and then adjusted his gun. "Fine! But I've got a bloody hole in my arse!"

"Say again?"

Kyle groaned. Falling out of helicopters, getting shot in the ass, what was next huh?

"I've. Got. A. Bullet. In my ass!!"

Mortified when the others get to him and see he was not lying. Kyle must have just about the worst luck because what the hell is this?? They got him to medical and they did indeed confirm he had a bullet where the sun don't shine.

His perfect, pretty, unscarred butt was now about to be dug into to get a bullet out. How humiliating. He had bad stuff happen to him, but this he refused to talk about.

"How're... How're you feeling?" You asked after he came out of surgery. Still high on drugs, Kyle glared at you. "Don't even..."

"Don't what?" You snickered slightly.

"Oh fuck off..."

You smiled a little and sat down. "Hey, you'll recover. It sucks, but you've gotten through worse."

"Bullet in the ass."

"Had a bullet in the ass."

"It was still there at one point. That was my reality, y/n!"

You lovingly shushed him with a glass of water.

Kyle did not say a word about it. Even when he needed a pillow to help him sit after the surgery, he never pointed it out. And the others saw the look, if they said anything Kyle would drag them behind a shed and suffocate them with said pillow.

And therefore, for everyone's collective safety, it was never brought up.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghost x reader #call of duty headcanons #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick #john mactavish headcanons #john mactavish x reader #john price headcanons #captain john price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod headcanons

[changisworld]

Hii, I've got a request in mind, thinking about Hannie but ain't not sure if it fits Seungmin too (that "honey can you bring my towel" scene he acted at that tv show lives rent free in my mind), so it's a first time thing + shy reader + he puts her hand on his hard on (Idk I feel like they give such a sneaky vibe, in a moment you're laughing with him and the next you're underneath him). Steamy make out, dry humping, handjob, whatever you feel more fitting, just pls don't let poor bb with them blue balls 👀

Little note: can I be 🍦 anon? ❤

MY BABY 🍦im so sorry its taken almost 3 months to write this:( better late than never though! i hope it was semi worth the wait<3

i had no idea what you were referring to so i had to go on tiktok n find it n i THINK i know what youre talking about!

Word count;2,760

18+, MDNI SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

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SMUT WARNINGS: PIV, whiny hannie, handjob, fingering(f rec), spit, creampie, dry humping, teasing, hannie & y/n are both subby?, slightly nervous hannie, tit play, slight mommy kink

You're currently sitting on your new boyfriend, Han jisungs bed while he showers in his small bathroom connecting to his bedroom & you're just scrolling through tiktok as he belts out whatever song that's playing from his phone without a care in the world.

You've been dating Jisung for around 3 months but you both have agreed that you can both see it going long term, much to both of your happiness!

You've warmed up to Jisung a whole bunch, being a whole lot more shy before meeting him & he was just as much as a nervous person as you are, but you've both brought out the best in one another. But, because you're both a bit more reserved, you've been a bit too scared to make the first move. You've kissed countless times & he has slipped a finger in once or twice, but nothing else past that, him not wanting to push any more boundaries.

You're just watching some of those true crime tiktoks, sprawled out on top of the messy, unmade bedsheets, not realising the shower had turned off until you hearing Jisung kissing his own teeth & groaning.

"Y/nnie? Can you go into my closet n gimme a towel, I've forgotten mine!" Han yells through the door, dragging out the last syllable & you just hum in response before dragging yourself to where he stores his clothes, towels & blankets & grabbing the first one you see.

"Open the door then Sungie!" you cheer, fingers fidgeting with the material. Jisung slowly opens the door & pokes his head out, not wanting to show anything non PG, he pinches the towel out of your hand but doesn't bother to fully close the door over again as he tries to tie it around his waist before awkwardly chuckling.

"Y/nnie, uh, I usually just.. air dry? after showering & I genuinely have no idea how to tie it like how girls do! If you... don't mind could you tie it for me? Or you can just bring me some sweatpants n I can change in here!" He splurges out, almost being able to hear his heartbeat through the door separating you both.

"You'll just stay damp in there since the steam is hitting me in the face, yeah I can.. I can tie it for you." you reply, trying to sound confident. You give him the time to hold the towel around him & you slowly push open the door, the smell of the shampoo & body wash he used still strong in the air.

You give him a smile & a small giggle, which he gladly mirrors & you take the top part of the towel & tightening it before tucking it in, making it stay put without the need to hold it with his hands anymore.

As you do this though, you realise the towel is a bit of an odd size, it being a bit small despite it being wrapped around his tiny waist, showing off his growing bulge through the tight DIY now skirt he is wearing & you can't help but blush.

"Oi! Don't look! I said I don't use towels I didn't realise they're a horrible size!" as he covers the growing tent under the towel, his chubby cheeks going red as his big eyes look at you & you just laugh but your eyes can't stop trailing down to his now fidgeting hands.

"You're so dramatic Sungie, It's hot in a way, you're so unaware it's funny." You giggle, your fingers pinching his cheeks & he blushes even more before his hands move from where they were perched to swat your fingers away, but as he does so, his towel of course begins to slip & you both realise at the same time, your hands & his hands racing to stop it from falling.

Your hands reach the towel first & you grab it & his hands cup over yours & you both realise instantly, you're cupping over his now even more hardening cock, his own hands keeping you there.

You both look up at your hands at the same time then back up at each other, both of your eyes wide open. He quickly removes his hands from yours, but to both of your surprise, you don't move your hands away.

"Y/nnie, you gonna move your hands or what?" he questions, his voice full of shock. You snap back into reality when he says this & your hands whip away from him, holding them up to your chest.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you wouldn't lik-" you rush out. "hey hey hey! I didn't not like it, I liked it as much as any other guy would! I just didn't think you would be so bold or ballsy I guess?!" he cuts you off, using one hand to hold the towel around his waist as he is waving the other hand around, trying to get his point across.

You blush at what he says & you pause for a moment, but when you can't really think of a verbal response, you give a physical one instead, & you move your hand to lightly cup him again which makes his hips twitch as he looks at you, his jaw slightly open.

You move your hand slightly, getting a bit of a better feel & he instantly gets harder under your touch & he stutters & you just giggle again at him, looking at his features, watching for the reaction he's giving.

"Is this alright, Sungie?" you ask as you take the extra mini step & lean in to his neck & give it a quick peck before looking into his eyes, smiling at his pretty face. "Y-yeah, can we not do this in the bathroom though? ruins the mood, unless you wanna get back in the shower with me?" he jokes, trying to sound confident despite him absolutely freaking out inside.

You nod your head & take his hand & you both walk back into the bedroom & you straddle him once the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, him flopping down. "Can I.. remove this? We don't need to though, Hannie." you murmur out, cupping his cheeks.

"Mhmm, please, please please." he pleads before he pushes on the back of your head & he kisses you, his tongue not taking long to begin poking into your own. At the same time, you raise your hips just enough so you can paw the towel away, now leaving him bare beneath you, which makes you think your heart is going to come out of your mouth.

You slowly grind over his cock with your covered core in a slow motion as you deepen the kiss, Jisung letting out a small groan at the contact & his hips buck up when you allow a shaky hand to wrap around his already somehow leaky cock & you begin jerking it at a good pace, his lips involuntarily breaking away from yours for a second, drool completely coating his lips & chin by this point.

"This okay f'you?" you tease, his reactions already giving away the fact that it's more than okay, he just lets out another small whine before moving his head up enough to kiss you again, his hips bucking up into your hand & his precum coating parts of your hand, his tip completely shiny.

You grind down on his upper thighs as you jerk him off, your own little pants swapping between your lips as you get a bit, but no way near enough friction for you to fully get off on.

Hans breathing begins to speed up & become slightly erratic & he moves his fingers from the back of your hair & he rests them on your hips, helping you grind, but not long after, he is fiddling with the waistband & you take the hint, you break your lips from his & take the few seconds to wiggle off your pants, leaving you in your plain cotton panties & Jisungs shirt you stole.

Hi big boba eyes, completely blown out, stare up at you in awe & he sits up, his face level with your covered tits. "Can I take this off too, y/nnie?" he asks & the second you give the okay, he gets rid of it before you have the time to blink, letting out a strained grunt at the fact you aren't wearing a bra.

Once you're left in just your underwear, Jisung flips you over so he is between your legs, leaning over you & he basically has his eyes glued to your now pebbled nipples & he has to bite his lip to avoid drooling all over them & you giggle at his reaction, your cheeks going red with a mix of nerves, slight embarrassment from his eyes burning into you & also love.

Jisung makes his way down slightly so he is level with your chest & he simply admires your tits as his left hand now rests on your inner thigh, thumb caressing it.

"Can I touch you, jagi? We don't need to go any further." he asks for reassurance. "Hannie, stop asking, I'm dying for it, please." you respond, your hips jerking up to convince him. He blushes more than he already is & he lets his fingers trail onto your covered core as he runs his finger up & down your slit, making you bite your lip, trying to not moan too loudly.

"Don't silence yourself jagi, don't be nervous, it's just me." he says in a sweet tone as his fingers move your underwear to the side, happy with himself with the wet spot he caused on the fabric.

His fingers begin spreading your wetness on your slit, making sure to prolong an extra few seconds of attention on your clit before he enters one finger into your dripping hole, a small squelch noise being made from it & your back slightly arching off the bed, Jisung not being able to hold back the smirk now spreading across his lips as he lets his lips latch onto your nipple.

"O-oh shit! Sungie, right there." you whimper, your fingers weaving into his hair as you spread your legs a bit more & wiggling your hips, trying to get his finger impossibly deeper.

He decides to add a second finger as he finds your G-spot & your breath hitches in your throat & your eyes scrunch shut, pulling his hair, him moaning into your tit along with you.

You feel your orgasm beginning to build up as you can both feel yourself clenching around his now two fingers. "Sungie, lie down, wanna cum with you." you whimper, trying your hardest to concentrate enough to speak an actual sentence.

Jisung unlatches himself from your tit & pulls his now soaked fingers out of your cunt, much to his displeasure. He crawls his way to the top of the bed & rests his head on the pillows & you are quick to follow behind him, straddling him again before leaning down to kiss him.

"Can I put it inside? Wanna feel you." He pleads, glossy eyes looking up at you as his hands are resting on your waist. "What's the magic word?" you decide to tease, your fingers reaching down to fondle his balls, making his eyebrows furrow & another bead of precum dripping down his cock.

"Pleaseee, mommy please, please let me." he begs, not being able to stop his ears going bright red as his fingers move their way to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands as his hips keep buck up into you.

You are caught slightly by surprise by the 'mommy' part of the sentence, but you also know it's exactly something he & now also you're into.

You decide to not let him wait any longer as you're also itching for him to fill you up, your wetness leaving a small slick patch of where you were straddling as you raise your hips & Jisung grabs his pretty dick & runs it over your folds, making you jolt, before aligning himself up with your hole & you begin to slide him inside.

You sink down until you can't anymore & you both hiss at the feeling, him already resting against your spongey spot & the warmth of you wrapped around him making his mind spill.

You raise your hips slightly & then sink back down, setting a slow but pleasurable pace as small moans begin escaping your lips, jisungs eyes completely stuck to you, simply admiring you.

Drool escapes his lips & dribbles down the side of his cheek, his tongue poking out his jaw dropped mouth ever so often as you both share moans.

"Yo-you're so tight jagi, mind is n-oh m, fuck." Jisung babbles, his hands helping your thrusts by moving your ass up & down as his hips jerk up to also meet you in the middle, making you squeal.

You place your hands on his shoulders as you begin to quicken your pace, trying your best to ignore the stinging pain in your thighs as you do so.

Jisung sits himself up against the headboard, making sure to not slip out of you as he settle you both in the similar but different position. You begin grinding on his cock & slowly bouncing as Jisung reaches to begin suckling on your nipple again as his fingers begin to fondle your other tit, making you moan.

"Y-you're filling me so well, Sungie" you whimper as your motions find the best spot where his cock can reach & picking up your speed.

Jisung lets out a loud 'uumph' as his tip hits into your soft spot, making your belly go hot inside, but he can feel your speed slowing. Jisung unlatches from your now spit covered nipple & blows some cold air on it before he repositions you both, helping you lay on your stomach & you lift your hips so your ass is in the air for him, which makes him groan.

"Sungie, put it back in, wanna make you cum." you implore, wiggling your ass in front of him to convince him, which works as he swallows a choked moan before lining himself back up with your sopping cunt & sliding back in.

You both let out a moan in unison as Jisung begins to pick up his pace, trying his best to not throw his head back from the new position & angle, looking down at the way your ass ripples every time his hips hit against it & he can feel his orgasm building up instantly.

You both keep babbling, mostly to yourselves, his pace just right so you can't stop clenching, your knuckles turning white from gripping the bedsheets, your cheek pressed against the bed.

"S-sung- I'm gonna c-cum." you yelp, eyes rolling to the back of your head, Jisungs cock got a white ring against the base of his cock, being able to quite literally hear the wetness coming from between your legs.

"S-me too, clenching t-too much, w-wher-" "Inside, inside Hannie." you are quick to cut him off, rushing the words out just in time before your orgasm bubbles over, your legs getting weak & if it wasn't for Jisung holding onto your hips. As soon as your cunt begins to spasm around him, his own release hits him & his cum paints the inside of your walls white, basically squealing as the pleasure washes over him, his bottom lip all puffy from how much he has been biting it.

He pulls out & slowly helps you lay down fully on your stomach before he lets himself flop down too, straddling your ass & his face level with yours.

You both stay like this, him turning his head slightly to kiss your earlobe, his fingers moving the hair out of your face.

"You wanna get back in the shower then?" you murmur, getting your breath back, chuckling.

"I wouldn't mind that, we are sticking to each other, but I wouldn't mind staying like this." he hums back, smiling to mostly himself as he shuts his eyes, inhaling the smell of your skin, your perfume still a bit faint on your skin after all this time.

"n a mommy kink, Sungie? Who woulda thought." you tease, giggling. "Hey! if you liked it then who cares, its hot." he replies, him trying to hide the slight fluster in his voice.

->Anon list is open!

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#skz smut #stray kids #han jisung #han jisung smut #jisung smut #han jisung x reader #kpop smut #smut #han jisung fluff #skz #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #straykids x reader #straykids #straykids imagines

[unpopularwriter25]

Shattered Silence

Summary: After a heated moment, Sanemi's harsh words leave the reader in a state of silent withdrawal. As the days pass, the silence weighs heavily on Sanemi, leading him to a breaking point where he pleads for forgiveness and a chance to make things right.

Warnings: None.

Note: This is what I'm doing instead of working lol. If anyone has any characters they would like just let me know! You can message me or send me an ask!

Sanemi Shinazugawa was pacing along the edge of the training field, the sun dipping low in the sky casting long shadows. The leaves rustled in the breeze, the evening air cool but heavy with unresolved tension. Sanemi's mind raced back to that moment earlier in the week—when frustration and anger had gotten the better of him.

"I can't believe you messed up again," he had snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Do you ever think before you act?"

He hadn't meant it. He was already upset, a combination of exhaustion and worry gnawing at his patience. But the look in your eyes, the way you had recoiled and gone silent, it haunted him.

Days had passed, each one more excruciating than the last as you withdrew further into yourself. You carried out your duties in complete silence, your eyes avoiding his. It was as if the light had dimmed, and the absence of your voice left a void that nothing could fill.

By the fifth day, Sanemi couldn't take it anymore. The suffocating silence was worse than any wound he had ever endured. He found you sitting by the edge of the training field, the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The sight of you, so close yet so distant, broke something inside him.

"Please," he began, his voice raw and desperate. "I need you to talk to me."

You didn't move, your eyes fixed on the horizon, expression unreadable. Sanemi dropped to his knees beside you, his hands clenched into fists.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean it. I was upset and I took it out on you, and I... I can't stand this silence."

Tears pricked at his eyes, his chest tightening with regret. "Please, just say something. Yell at me, hit me, anything. Just don't shut me out."

For a long moment, there was only the sound of the wind in the trees. Then, finally, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his. The pain and sadness in your gaze made his heart ache.

"You really hurt me, Sanemi," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I know," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm so, so sorry. Please give me a chance to make it right. I can't lose you."

You sighed, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "You have to understand, words hurt. Especially from someone I... care about."

Sanemi nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I promise, I'll be better. Just... don't leave me in the silence."

You reached out, your hand resting on his. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make his heart swell with hope. "Okay," you said softly. "Let's work through this together."

As the sun set, casting a gentle glow over the two of you, Sanemi felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew it would take time to heal the wounds, but he was determined to prove that his words, from now on, would be ones of care and love.

#anime #fandom #fanfic #writing #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer tanjiro #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer zenitsu #demon slayer inosuke #demon slayer anime #demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #anime writers #anime x reader #cute #fluff #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi headcanons

[sapphic-agent]

One last autistic rant from me and I'll be quiet, but the way Horikoshi treated Mic? My god! Brace yourself, because this will be long.

He's one of the few competent adults in the series but his opinions are always dismissed. Over and over again. And he used to be a prominent character in the series before being shoved into the background. I feel that was intentional because Mic was one of the characters that debunked some of Horikoshi's plot points.

"Bakugou is being a bit aggressive towards a girl I know is sweet and doing her best." Don't care. Get smacked in the face by Horikoshi's self insert, even though you were thoughtful enough to watch over him while he was in A FULL BODY CAST!!!

"Hey, this guy might be abusing his son. Shouldn't we do something?" No one asked. Just keep on commentating, commentator. So nosy.

"There might be a traitor in UA." That’s stupid. We will start losing trust in each other if we start pointing fingers, says the guy who is supposed to be a sharpshooter.

"You're obviously favoring this kid because of Oboro." Shut up, Mic. No one asked you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to neglect my actual students in favor of this self-victimizing kid.

"Our friend is a nomu and we found out who the culprit is." I'll only go if you do, but don't really want anything to do with it.

"Our other close friend died." Shut up, Mic, and tell me about the students that I've neglected up until this arc.

"I was right! There was a traitor!" Yeah, but he still can be a hero. See, even your friend who was negatively by the traitor is siding with him. You're just a jerk, Mic.

"I went to the hospital to save Oboro, who I've known longer than Aizawa, and he isn't there anymore." Shut up, Mic! You're just being negative.

"I'm sorry for crying. I'm supposed to be a man." I wasn't asking you, Mic. I was talking to our friend who is more so your friend because I only ever use him as an excuse for how I treat my students.

It's so frustrating that everyone, even his own 'friends', doesn't listen to Mic. And don’t get me started with how he's written in fanon most of the time. This is another thing that I rewrote for my AU. Sunny Day (Mic's counterpart) is based on Fanon!Mic, but I expanded more on her character and have her be more than just a blonde ditz. I gave her the support that Mic never really gets in canon, but she still supports others in turn. Sunny's arc even plays into Shoto's arc in my AU, where she helps him escape Endeavor's grasp.

Alrighty. That's all from me. I'll leave you be now. I just wanted share my one final tidbit.

It's funny because Fanon Dadzawa is actually Canon Mic. He's intelligent, attentive, and actually shows concern for the students. It's sad that he's just support for Aizawa's character, he really has potential as a standalone character.

Your asks have been great, please feel free to send more whenever!

#present mic #anti aizawa shota #mha critical #bnha critical #ask

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I feel like the fandom is overlooking Adam.

I mean his power, personality and role is heavily mistaken by most of the fandom.

Power: Alastor is not stronger than Adam, yet people still try to find excuses about this.

“Alastor has a deal with Lilith that limits his powers for the angels!“ (As if they have the script of season 2 or something)

“Alastor mocked/mistook Adam that’s why he lost!” (Mmhm as if Adam didn’t send him to direct death by one shot)

“Nifty took care of him!” (Really?)

These annoy me so much. For people to think that someone who destroyed the whole Hotel with a single shot, is less powerful than Alastor.

Most are Alastor glazers anyway.

Personality/The trauma he went through: Even though maybe the show is going to take a different turn, Vivzie can’t deny this plot anymore. Lucifer ruined Adam’s life. Lucifer is not a saint. Yet, the fandom views Adam as if he is just evil for evil’s sake.

And I’m just stating the things we saw in the actual show, I’m not even talking about the trauma Lilith, and Abel and Cain situation gave him.

Role: Adam has… Too much potential to only be left as a “Jackass season 1 antagonist” Yet most of the fandom wants to see him like this.

His redemption arc would be nice to see, since we know Vivzie is planning to have 5-6 seasons this could be a good plotline.

Sorry for the little rant.

I agree. Because he's the bad guy people dismiss his.

He almost KILLED Alastor in a fight that didn't last very long. And yeah Alastor selling his soul to Lilith for power is a good theory but until the second season comes out it's just that a theory.

Adam was the first human soul into heaven so he would be the strongest one they got. Ten thousand years is a long time to get good at using your powers. And yeah he cut the hotel in half like it was a slice of cake.

Nifty took care of him....... Bitch snuck up behind him and got lucky. I guarantee that if Adam knew she was there, she'd be the one to have died.

Yeah Lucifer did ruin Adam's life and doomed humanity in one fell swoop. You can't deny that. Adam in Eden was made with Innocence and purity, I doubt very much he was an asshole back then but the book of Hell is made to make it look that way.

The trauma from everything that came after the betrayal and the apple, yeah you'd probably become a bitter person too.

There is SO much potential for Adam to come back on later seasons to get redeemed and have an actual character arc but I think it's like I've said before he was a one and done villain his purpose is done, so long see you never.

It's a waste if they don't bring him back but they likely won't.

It would make a great plot line especially if he came to care for the people at the hotel like family and saw the error in his ways.

It's okay! I had a rant of my own lol

#hazbin hotel adam #ask #rant

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

can you do a hc about nash and alisa ans what happened between them?

what happened to alisa and nash head canons

of course! this one is going to be on the shorter side bc we don't really know much about either of them as characters. a little recap of what we do know for those reading this who forgot: alisa and nash broke up bc nash wanted to distance himself from his grandfather but alisa didn't want to bc she was too loyal to him. basically, they just wanted different things. hope you enjoy!

near the end of their relationship, nash started to resent alisa for choosing tobias over him. he was under the impression, for a while at least, that alisa didn't love him anymore bc he wasn't good enough for her. he was still in love with her, but, being with her reminded him of his insecurities and his grand father.

alisa honestly didn't really like working for tobias. she would've left him with nash, but she didn't know who she was if she wasn't one of tobias hawthorne's lawyers. she had been by his side (even before she was a lawyer) for so long she didn't know what she'd do without him.

alisa also felt guilty just thinking about leaving tobias behind bc he had been so helpful over the years. i mentioned in my sad alisa hcs post that she lost her mom at a young age and her father was always working. tobias was like a second father for her in a way. he was there for her when her own parents couldn't/didn't want to be.

their break up was sort of mutual. it was very friendly (so no screaming or anything). they sort of just realized at some point that things between them wouldn't work out

nash was the one who officially put an end to things though. one night, before bed, he just said 'hey, i think we should end things'. they talked it out, and that night they slept in different beds for the first time since they got together.

it was harder for alisa to come to terms with their break up. nash had already been thinking about it for a while whilst alisa was in denial.

they had been distancing themselves from one another for months before that. they were avoiding each other in hallways, purposefully making plans when they should be spending time with the other, etc.

i think that they broke up a few months (maybe even a year) before emily died. i don't think that nash would be the type of person to immediately move on from one person and get engaged to another (libby) in a year (this means they broke up 1 1/2 / 2 years before avery inherited)

officially putting an end to things didn't only hurt nash bc it was the end but also bc he thought she was his only chance at happiness/marriage. he was under the impression no one else would want him. he sort of mentioned this in tbh, but i think that for months after the break up, he hid all of these insecurities and feelings from his brothers (successfully) in order to take care of them bc its 'his responsibility as an older brother'.

alisa's father got really mad at her for breaking things off. he was sort of excited to become nash's father in law and becoming part of the hawthorne family (he was loyal to tobias and would never hurt him but he had always been a bit jealous). he blamed her for it and didn't speak to her for 2 months which made things even worse for her.

alisa started doing really bad at her job, the only reasons tobias didn't fire her is because 1. he felt sorry for her, 2. he had grown quite close to her over the years, and 3. he knew she would slowly heal and start working properly again.

tobias found out that the reason nash broke up with alisa is bc he didn't want anything to do with him anymore. they had already been on 'bad' terms for a while but this really ruined their relationship. they still loved each other of course (even though nash didn't want to, he was still family), but those years before his death were quite tough on them.

bc nash is famous, their relationship was quite public, meaning that, when they broke up, everyone was talking about it. there were whispers everywhere, rumors about the reason behind their break up, articles being written about them, etc. this made everything worse for them bc they constantly had to make public statements and had to avoid going outside. their break up was also very unexpected. nash and alisa were sort of like the tom and zendaya of tig.

the break up is actually what got nash into bartending. he was at a bar, drinking his feelings away, and chatting with the other bartenders and realized that this could be a thing he'd enjoy.

nash would disappear from the house even more to avoid alisa and his grandfather. this really hurt his younger brothers and it affected their relationship with him. they eventually fixed it, but it was rough for a while.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #libby grambs #alisanash #alisa ortega

[polaris-stuff]

Okay, this is the fourth time of me rewriting this comment.

And i am gonna try and keep it short ( I failed I am so sorry) . As this is about the Heart to Heart with earth.

Feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna talk about it anymore. If you said something about , I've been trying to put my feelings on this out for a while and it's just not working. (it's also now 4 am, )

I came away from the episode feeling like it was a good episode. Where the characters talked about why they were deciding not to help moon for different reasons.

I thought for most of them it was in character, even if I don't fully agree. I could see what the show was trying to do.

And then i see a lot of people agreeing and being really hurt by the episode. Because they feel like everyone is aboning moon. And leaving him in this vulnerable space.

I feel like i missed something. As to me. the celestial family isn't fully aware as to truly how bad Moon's mental state has gotten.

I have a feeling that (Sun and Lunar, more so then earth) Are taking moon's last words as face value ( wanting to bring solar back for ego/selfish reasons, and not because he truly breaking down)

(I also think monty still hasn't fully filled them in either that moon seems to be thinking he isn't real but I could be wrong!)

I think they'd be behaving otherwise if they know the true depts. they wouldn't wich is why this sucks so much. Moon is driving people away, actively sabotaging his own help.

I sit here wishing i would understand that hurt. I honestly truly do. Maybe because i have the feeling that they will help even if they say now they won't

maybe because i really hope sun isn't gonna make the same mistake as moon.

Maybe i am i giving sun, lunar and earth to much credit, and to many excuses.

I think...in the end. I don't think them refusing to help moon. Is them trying to hurt moon (even if that is the outcome) . But is taking care of themselves as they are all also still not in a good place?

And maybe because i genuinely can't see what they can do for moon to help him. As they offered him help but he refused or actively lied on how he was doing. So I don't get what help people want them to provide for moon at this moment. ( besides not leaving, but can you be there for someone that doesn't want you there?)

I dunno if i am making sense. trying to talk my feelings out is always hard. And I think for the first time I am on the other side of most of the people I usually agree with and respect a lot ( you being one of them ) . So I feel a bit lost and weird about it as to why my view is so different.

( I am honestly hoping Sun will see Moon having hallucinations, and at least will set something up so moon is never alone in that cell like he was. I feel like he thinks, he first needs to stop moon. And then when that is done. He can actively think on what to do next cause offering help first ain't gonna do it)

I am sorry for leaving this long ass comment in your inbox. I truly hope It didn't come off as attacking. AS it wasn't meant to be. Just a fellow TSAMS fan. who was in their own way very confused and hurt i guess and feels a bit alone in their reading of the story?

And trying to understand why people see this a an attack from the celestial family on moon. Or a active decision...instead of .. a series of what is gonna be a slew of bad decisions from everyone involved.

-Noffy.

Alright, I understand your point of view, don't worry about it, and actually, this is a YT series on VRchat so I shouldn't be so mad about this either yk JAJA

Ok, the thing is, the family doesn't know what's happening to Moon, that's right, they have no way of knowing what's happening to him because Moon pushed them all away and lied to them, now, the thing is that Earth knows. Monty told Earth that Moon had a psychosis episode and found him hitting the ground, that Moon could no longer tell what was real from what wasn't, so Earth knows that Moon is in a HORRIBLE mental state. And idk, but if you know that a person is in a state where they can no longer perceive reality correctly, I don't think the best response is not to help them.

Also, I'll highlight Lunar going from "I really don't care" (although he should care, we're talking about Moon, one of his brothers) to "fuck him" which is just weird?? The whole family was with Lunar and supported him when the thing with Eclipse happened but Lunar just does not care when something happens to another family member ??

I'm 100% sure that Sun will help Moon, it's more than obvious that Moon will get out of this situation, but the way the family is handling it is so strange to me. Lunar, Earth and Sun have every right to not want to continue dealing with problems but this is also partly their fault.

Since Solar died no one was with Moon because "Moon was busy", so Moon was alone in P&S with Ruin whispering in his ear and only Lunar went to see him a couple of times. Sun began to hang out more with Earth and Lunar, and Moon was left completely alone. "Oh, but Moon never said he wanted them to come with him! They can't read minds!" Yes, and that's true, but If everyone was aware that Moon and Solar were basically running around together every day, and everyone was aware that Moon was the one who had the worst reaction to Solar's death, the logical thing to do is to spend at least a couple of hours with him, right?

And yes, Moon lied about how he felt so this is also partly his fault for wanting to hide what was happening to him. But Monty is also to blame because he also hide it.

We are at a point where we have been shown that all the hallucinations that Moon has had are created by her consciousness out of guilt (in the same way as Sun when the BM thing happened), Moon regrets the things he said to Earth, Moon wants to stop, Moon wants to go home and apologize, but he can't. He thinks his whole family hates him, that no one wants him in daycare.

Also, I understand that Earth is hurt but she also isn't trying to understand Moon's feelings now that she knows everything Moon has been going through. Now she knows that Moon is going through the worst time of her life and she just decides not to do anything about it because "Moon said a couple of hurtful things to her." (things Sun warned Moon would say to push her away and things that worked).

I feel like of all the people, the only one who has a little more reason here is Sun, and, interestingly, Jack and the computer, who have done more than Earth and Lunar.

I think that now that he is locked up and unable to teleport it is a good opportunity for everyone to talk to him, a really serious and good intervention.

Sorry for the long text! And thanks for the ask and support! It really helped me let off some steam, hehe

#tsams #polaris stuffs #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #non art post #tysm for the ask! #and for the support! #💖💖💖!!! #ramblings #moon needs helps

[sturniolo-simp4life]

Hard to say- pt. 3

overview- you and the sturniolo’s have been best friends since you remember, but you’ve always had a thing for Matt. When a new girl, Abby, moves into town, things between you and Matt change.

warnings- crying and a little angst.

pt.2 pt.4

it’s been about a month since Abby came to the school. Somehow her and Matt have become closer.

thankfully Chris had been there to comfort you. He would say ‘he’ll come to his senses eventually,’ or ‘he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.’

but did he really?

Like, Abby was looked like a goddess in human form. You couldn’t blame Matt if he did like her.

still, the thought of the two of them together made your stomach clench.

-

You were at the triplets house right now. You and Chris were supposed to have a ‘study session.’

you knocked on the door and Matt answered. “Oh hey y/n.”

“hey,” you said. “Is Chris home?”

Matt tensed a bit at Chris’s name but you didn’t notice. “Yeah he is. Come in.”

“Chris y/n is here!” Matt yelled. You sat on the couch. “Why don’t we study together anymore?” He asked.

You shrugged. “These days you’re always with Abby. Whenever we make plans you always just blow me off.”

Matt felt bad after hearing this. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. You shrugged again. “I’ve gotten used to it.”

“So… you’ve been hanging out with Chris a lot lately.” You smiled at his name.

“I mean yeah. He is one of my best friends after all.” Matt’s heart sank a little. Did you even still consider him as a close friend anymore?

“Hey y/n/n!” You looked up to see Chris grinning at you. “Hey Chris. You ready?” “Yeah let’s go to my room.”

you got up. “Nice talking to you Matt.”

you sighed as you entered Chris’s room. “I’m not sure if I can do this anymore Chris. At this point he doesn’t even know he’s avoiding me. It’s like Abby has him on an invisible chokehold.”

Chris gave you a sad look. “I’m sorry y/n. I wish he would open his eyes and see the amazing person you are.”

you sighed and shrugged. “There not much that can be done now. Now, where is your science notebook?”

-

when you got back to your apartment, you saw your mom sleeping on the couch.

after your dad died, she had made sure to work extra hard to provide for both of you. She was your true best friend.

she would always listen to your problems and help you solve them. She deserved a break.

you kissed her forehead and walked to your room.

-

when you walked into English the next day, you already saw Matt and Abby laughing about something.

you decided to expand your social boundaries and sit with someone new today.

you scanned the classroom until your eyes landed on a boy looking at his computer with an EarPod in.

you walked over to the desk and sat down next to him. He glanced up at you, a little confused.

“um, I’m just gonna sit here today. Is that okay?” You asked. “He just shrugged. “Do want you want, I don’t care.” He went back to watching his screen.

you couldn’t help but look at it. “Are you watching bridgerton? I love that show.”

He looked up at you and smiled. “Really? I just started watching it recently.”

“oh,” you said. “What season are you on?” “Season one. Episode 4 to be exact.”

“oooh. You have a long way to go.” He chuckled in response. “Y’know, I haven’t seen that many guys watch bridgerton.”

he shrugged. “I don’t know. I like it.” You laughed. “What’s your name?” “Logan. Yours?” “Y/n.” “Y/n..” he repeated. “I like that name.”

“thanks.”

you and Logan continued to laugh the rest of class period, gaining attention from Matt. He felt jealously bubble in his stomach.

You didn’t laugh that way around him anymore.

he shook the thought from his head. Why was he thinking about you so much all of a sudden?

“I feel like we have other classes together,” Logan said. “Yeah me too.. I think we have this class, history and science together?”

“yeah that’s it.” The bell rang. “I’ll see in our other classes, yeah?” You smiled at him. “Yeah.”

-

in Math, you were sitting with ally. Abby and Matt were sitting at another table.

“Matt, I have something to tell you,” Abby said. “What?” He asked curiously.

“it’s about y/n.”

his eyes widened slightly. “What is it.” She hesitated a little before speaking. “I’ve heard her talking to a guy in the hallway the other day… apparently she pays guys for sex.”

Matt’s eyes widened. “W-what?” “It’s true,” she continued. “That day she was practically begging the guy to fuck her. Apparently she’s done it with a lot of guys in this grade.”

Matt was still in shock. Y/n wouldn’t do that. Would she? “I mean, she has been acting kind of distant lately..” he trailed off.

Abby shrugged and glanced at you. “I just wanted you to know.”

-

“hey guys,” you said as you approached your usual lunch table. You were met with hi’s and waves.

you sat down across from Matt. “Hey Matt did you get the notes in math?”

he didn’t even look up to acknowledge you. “Matt?”

“what,” he snapped. The blinked at him. “Are you okay?”

he huffed. “Can we talk in private please?” “Okay…” you said a little unsure.

you followed him into an empty hallway.

“Matt what’s wrong?”

he sighed and shook his head. “Abby told me that you pay guys for sex. How long y/n? How long have you been doing this?”

your eyes widened. “I would never do that Matt! You should know this.”

“Should I?” He asked. “It makes sense- you have been pretty distant lately.”

you laughed in shock. “I’ve been distant? You’re the one who spends every second of your time with Abby.”

Matt just rolled his eyes. “You know that I’ll only have sex with the person i love. I’ve told you this!”

Matt just scoffed. “are you saying that Abby is lying?” “Yes I’m saying that. Who are you gonna believe? Someone you’ve known all your life or some girl you meant less than 2 months?”

Matt paused for a second. He had only known Abby for a short while, but he should believe her, right?

“I don’t think we should be friends anymore y/n.”

that was enough to crack your heart. Tears started rolling down your cheeks before you could even comprehend it.

Matt looked hurt for a second, but he just walked away from you, leaving you to slide down the wall, holding in your sobs.

-

the rest of the day was blur.

when you got back to your apartment, your mom was on the couch watching something.

“Hey sweetie!” she said. “How was your day?”

that was enough for you to start crying again. A look of concern washed over her face as she got up and hugged you.

She led you to the couch where you cried on her should. “Don’t cry sweetie.” She hushed you and patted your hair.

she waited for you to calm down a bit before talking. “Let me guess- it has something to do with Matt and Abby?”

you sniffed and nodded your head. She cursed under her breath.

“that bitch,” she mumbled. “Mom!” You laughed. “Don’t tell her I said that. Anyways, wanna tell me what happened?”

you sighed. “Abby made some rumor about me and she told Matt. Apparently he’d rather believe her than someone he’s known his whole life.” Your mom frowned.

“listen y/n. If he can’t see the amazing person in front of him then he’s not worth it. Trust me, he’s going to see it one day.”

“thanks mom,” you said. She kissed your forehead. “Any day. Anyways, legally blonde and popcorn?”

you grinned. “Always.”

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[ohtobealady]

For the one-word prompt: America (Cobert related)

Oh, Anonny! What a fun prompt! Thank you. I'm afraid this is more cobert adjacent, but I still hope you like it.

(play some 1920's jazz in the background for this one)

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America

“Eh, I’d say you earned some fun.” 

Robert forced a huff of a laugh at Martha before he replaced his empty tumbler on the table. For the thousandth time, his eyes went to the portrait hanging to the left of the mantelpiece. The painted image of his wife, thirty years younger, stared back at him. 

“But you’ll keep him away from Frank’s, won’t you?” she spoke to Harold now who had begun to stand. “We all know how he’s managed to steer clear of charges.” Robert watched her rub her fingertips together, quirking one of her brows. "I've had enough of you in the papers, but I don't believe in bribes. At least not anymore."

“No, Mother. We aren’t going to Frank’s. Oscar Dupuis is hosting.” 

“Oh, well then.” Martha chuckled, and the ice in her glass tinkled when she brought it to her lips. “I’m sorry I have to miss out.”

He didn’t understand why Harold laughed, rolling his eyes, and Robert didn’t care to inquire. Instead he stood and followed his brother-in-law. 

Harold didn’t speak again until they were in the dark backseat of the car. 

“They’ll have drinks, though I can’t promise they’re as good as ours,” he adjusted his coat and tossed a glance in Robert’s direction. “But it’s best not to ask too many questions.” 

“Seems to be a slogan of yours,” Robert muttered under his breath. He was tired. He was homesick. He didn’t want to go to this party, but Harold had insisted, as a thank you. “Will there be many guests?”

Harold shrugged. “Hard to say. Not really one of those sorts of parties.” 

“I see. I did think it rather late for a dinner,” he found himself admitting. Harold, to his surprise, laughed aloud. 

“Oh. It’s not a dinner.”

The car stopped, and even before the chauffeur opened the door, the sounds of laughter and light jaunty music filtered through the night. 

Somewhere beyond Robert’s attention, as he climbed from the car, he could hear Harold’s voice saying, “Come at two, Morris.” But he was much too distracted to worry about having to make small talk into the wee hours. The facade was grand: marble pillars, pink roses climbing high, electric chandeliers sparkling through the eight-foot tall windows. Behind him, beyond the crunch of the gravel beneath car tires, he could hear the sea crashing against the rocks below. The ocean breeze was sticky and sweet.

“C’mon.” 

He snapped his head to Harold. 

“We’ll say hello to Oscar.”

Inside felt even more foreign. Everyone spoke too loudly. The little jazz band the hosts had hired bounced as they plucked their strings and blew their horns. People all turned and smiled and greeted Harold, parting before him and fawning over him, perplexing Robert to no end. A too-blonde woman with diamonds on every finger waved in their direction, calling out, “Harry! You’ve made it!” 

Robert shrank back. Beside him, Harold was shaking hands with four men who, to Robert’s surprise, guffawed when Harold gestured back toward him. He felt uncomfortable.

The woman’s smile was broad and white as she came between him and Harold, kissing the air beside Harold’s cheeks. 

“Where’ve you been Harry? I haven’t seen you in ages!” 

“New York,” he took a short glass from a serving tray a waiter passed by with. “We’ve been wiggling our way out of a few tight places. But I shouldn’t have to explain that to you.” 

Robert lifted his chin at Harold’s eye contact, even if he didn’t understand the wink he gave him, but the blonde woman squealed. “Oh! You’re terrible, Harold Levinson!” 

“And who’s this?”

He hadn’t noticed the other woman who spoke, her long pearl necklace looped once, tightly, around her long neck. Her dark hair was cropped and curled close to her ears. 

“Oh, right. Everyone”—the group of men and women now formed a semicircle around him, and Robert nodded politely—-“this is my brother-in-law, Robert Crawley. It’s his first time in Newport. So behave, won’t you?” 

Robert shook his head. He hadn’t been introduced to anyone by his Christian name in all his life.

“Welcome,” the woman in pearls said quietly. Robert had to strain to hear. “I’m Mrs Dupuis. The man just over there, the one speaking with the waiter, is my husband, Oscar. You’ll let us know if you need anything, alright?” 

“Yes, thank you,” he felt he had to shout over the din. 

“Brother-in-law?” Robert turned at the words. A man his own height was smiling at Harold, and then to him. “You’re Cora’s husband?”

Robert blinked at his wife’s name in the stranger’s mouth. “Pardon me—-“

The man’s brow was pinched in concentration, “Lord Donn—Oh, sorry. I can’t remember…”

“Grantham.” The man turned to Harold who had answered. 

“Grantham?” 

“Yeah. He was Downton when they married, Stu.” 

“Oh. That’s right,” the man smiled again when he looked back at Robert at last. “You aren’t what I imagined.”

Robert, in the middle of this over-crowded, exceedingly loud, and oddly bright room, blinked in confusion. “I—“

“You’re a lord?” The blonde woman’s high voice was too near his left ear, and Robert, surprised, stepped backward. 

“He’s an earl, Claudia,” the smiling man, the man who had said Cora with a familiarity that Robert couldn’t quite place, lifted a dark brow. “Is this really your first time here, Lord Grantham?”

Robert swallowed, uneasy. “Yes. That is, it’s my first visit to Newport,” he felt the need to clarify. “But, of course, not to America. My wife and I came over to New York in 1891, and again in 1895.”

“‘96,” Harold carelessly corrected. He’d somehow obtained cigars in the interim, and offered one to Robert. “But they didn’t bring my nieces,” he frowned melodramatically to the group around them. The women chorused a plaintive “aw.” 

“They were still quite young,” Robert needlessly explained, as the others now either spoke or laughed.

The blonde woman looked at Mrs Dupuis, and Robert could just make out the word “princesses” above the noise before he looked elsewhere. 

“Three daughters, yes?” 

Robert blinked. Again perplexed. “Forgive me,” he began as he narrowed his gaze at the smiling man. “And you are?”

“Stuart Hearst.” He stuck out his hand, shoving Harold aside who’d gotten closer for some reason, and Robert took it. “Surprised Cora’s never mentioned me.” 

Robert, still shaking his hand, frowned thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. Perhaps she has.” 

"And she hasn't come because...?"

How could Robert say he was only here to bail his wife's silly brother out of legal trouble? He couldn't. "And how do you know her?"

“The old Newport crowd. I remember the summer she went off to make her match.” Stuart lifted a corner of his mouth in a sort of smirk. “It didn’t take long. But then again, none of us thought it would. She was always a little more refined than the rest of us. But good at getting a laugh—”

“Stu had a crush on her.” 

Robert looked at Harold, who puffed away on his cigar. Robert hadn’t even lit his. 

“Now wait a minute, Harold—”

“Oh! Who has the crush? Is it you, Harry?”

Robert’s head was beginning to hurt, and though it was rude, he was grateful the other two men ignored the young blonde who had obviously had too much illicit liquor. 

“We all did."

“Well, not me, but I’m guessing you’ll say that doesn’t count,” Harold grimaced at his drink. “What is this?”

But Stuart had elbowed the man next to him, a portly fellow who hadn’t said two words, to garner support. “You remember Cora, don’t you, Louis?”

He blinked lazily. “Mm.” He hummed slowly. “I remember she was prettier than you, Harold.”

Harold tipped his head in mock contemplation. “Eh.”

Stuart, however, brought his eyes to Robert. “None of us were permitted to consider her, of course. So it wasn’t a surprise when she went over.”

“No.” Harold blew a ring of smoke. “She did well.” And then, he turned. “Say, where’s Oscar? I did need to speak with him.” 

And at last, Robert raised his voice over the clamor. “You say, you weren’t permitted?”

Harold, Stuart, and even Louis now, looked at him. Stared.

Robert swallowed down his irritation, and tried again. “How do you mean?” 

“Well, our mothers wouldn’t…it wasn’t,” Stuart began, glancing awkwardly at Harold, but then laughed. “But then it has been thirty or so years, hasn’t it? Can’t recall. And, uh, turned out alright for you, eh, Lord Grantham?”

He smiled again at Robert, again at Harold. And then, haltingly, Stuart took in a breath and turned away, calling, “Claudia? Come and tell me about that dress of yours.”

Robert stood quietly, staring after him, looking at the crowd of people who were laughing and chatting, and his chest began to ache. He looked over at Harold. 

Harold grinned up at him, wryly. “England’s not the only place with social classes, you know.” He nodded in the direction toward the man he wanted to see, Oscar, standing in a small crowd on the opposite side of the room. He stuck his cigar in his mouth and grumbled, “America’s got plenty of ‘em.”  

#cobert drabbles #robert crawley #harold levinson

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have some kind of a heart to heart conversation. Also you found out something truly important for the case.

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of su!c!dal thoughts, kinda Bucky’s pov in the beginning (it’s a flashback), mention of the loss of his family, finding a d3ad body, being stalked, implied kidnapping and I think that’s all? -> 18+!!

Other: English isn’t my first language. Also I have mixed feelings about this chapter, I kind of hate it but at the same time I don’t??? + sorry for not posting sooner

-> Masterlist

-> Part nine ; Part eleven

-> The Fast Getaway (10)

His memories began resurfacing not long ago, he remembered word by word Pierce’s conversation about taking down Captain America before it was too late. His headache started there; whenever he tried to put a face on the name he heard, memories started to emerge. Initially, he thought it was just some man he killed as the memory of him was so distant that it felt like a lifetime ago. But as soon as he heard that conversation, confusion set in. Who was Steve Rogers? Why did his name sound so familiar, almost as if he was someone he used to care about? The Winter Soldier never cared for anyone or anything except his job, that was for sure.

But days passed by, and he couldn’t help but overthink whenever he was left alone in his room - or in his cell, as the others said. He noticed that every time he tried to recall a life before Hydra, if he ever had one, his thoughts became clearer each time he did. Perhaps, there was more to his past that the years of murders - what if he used to have a family? Friends? A lover, even.

Why couldn’t he remember? Why was he so confused?

He never dared to ask Pierce about it. Some instinct warned him not to, as if digging into a past life he didn’t remember would only cause pain. Not mental pain, physical pain. But why? Bucky didn’t remember ever being hurt before if not for some times when he deserved it. Other that that, Hydra was home.; they cared about him. They would never do anything to hurt him, he was important there. He mattered, and he had missions to fulfill.

So why did guilt start creeping in? Every time he was sent on a mission, Bucky questioned his actions. He wasn’t supposed to, he was taught that. But were all those murders really necessary? And with each one, the disappointed face of a woman haunted his thoughts. A woman whom he used to love unconditionally and who loved him back the same way if not more, months later he realized that woman was his own mother. A face, a name he forgot a long time ago. A woman who didn’t have a meaning for him anymore, and that he had left behind without a goodbye.

But he started to remember her, and then came his father, his sister, Steve, even Dot. As the realization that he was nothing more than just a killer hit him, Bucky longed for himself to be his next mission. Perhaps then he could reunite with his family - family who died thinking he was buried six feet underground God knows where. He felt ashamed of who he was, of what he had become. What would his sweet mother think of him? His sister? If he got back to them in the afterlife, maybe he could find a way to earn forgiveness. He could even apologize for not fighting back when they wiped the only memories he had dear, but he soon understood that nothing could ever change his past. Even if he took himself out, his actions would still be there.

So Bucky was determined to change at least his future and make up for what he had done. The first step was breaking free from Hydra, then finding Steve and fight alongside him once again. Even if a small part of him, a little voice in his head, told him Steve would see him as a monster. He saw himself as one, so what prevented Steve to do the same? He needed to try, and if Steve decided that Bucky wasn’t worth saving then the soldier wouldn’t argue. He was tired of fighting.

He seized the chance when he was assigned to assassinate the rebellious Black Widow, the woman he had loved for some time when they met in the Red Room. Not that he was supposed to remember that, but thankfully he did. She was supposed to be his last mission before they froze him back for a few more years, and he succeeded. Of course he did.

He didn’t eliminate Natasha, he didn’t even debated that for a moment. The further she was, the better. At the time, he liked to think she got reunited with Yelena, as she used to talk about her younger sister a lot with him during the few moments alone they had.

Bucky Barnes simply never returned to the Hydra base he worked at, and he left no trace behind. His intention was to not be found and be brought back there, even as strong as he was, he was sure he couldn’t take it.

He did well for a while. He flied low, not leaving the States - he couldn’t even if he wanted to. All he wanted was to find Steve, he was the only piece of his old life he could have back and so, for the next few months, he jumped from one place to another. He felt like he had been catapulted from the 40s to that moment in a heartbeat, and he took his time to get used to modern life.

However, he should have known that waiting would cost him everything.

He was certain he had escaped Hydra’s grasp, convinced he wouldn’t make any mistakes. Always walking with something covering both his face - as much as he despised the feeling - and his metal arm, especially that piece of metal he wanted to rip off his body. The only reason why he didn’t do that was because, in his opinion, his scars were ugly enough and there was no reason of causing himself other ones. He avoided engaging in conversations with anyone, by that time he wasn’t even sure if he remembered the sound of his own voice anymore.

And yet, she found him.

You found him.

≈

“I found you?” You asked in disbelief. His revelation seemed almost unbelievable, not because he was prone to lying to people but because you had absolutely no memory of it.

You don’t recall ever meeting him before joining the Avengers, not even briefly or you would have clearly remembered. He was a legend amongst Hydra agents, and of course you did know who he was ever since you were a kid - you did see him around the facility a couple of times but never a word was exchanged. He was their golden weapon, everyone within those walls knew him but he was rarely out of Pierce’s sight, and for a time you even thought he was just a made up story.

“Emma.” He said in a warning tone. “Don’t piss me off.”

“I’m just trying to understand what’s happening, James.” You answered, not knowing how to proceed. “How did I even find you? When did this happen?”

Bucky frowned at your words, and there was a minute of stunned silence between the two of you. He studied you, attempting to understand if whether your obliviousness was genuine or you just wanted to avoid confrontation. “You don’t remember?”

“No.” You admitted, your voice barely more than a trembling breath. The guilt you felt for the things you did for Hydra wasn’t comparable to what you were feeling in that moment. You knew how being used like a puppet felt like, and you knew he had been through that for more than seventy years which was worse than death. And when he finally escaped hell, you brought him back there.

“It happened about six months after I escaped.” Bucky began, his voice low as he avoided looking at you. “I was purposely wasting time because I was afraid to see Steve again after so many years, and I spent days at the museum trying to remember better who I was. I did remember most things about my family and my closest friends but not about myself. I didn’t know what I liked or what I was good at, I barely remembered my first name.” He cleared his throat.

“This happened before Steve found you in Bucharest?” You asked, trying to grasp the timeline of events. You brain was still processing everything he said earlier, forcing to remember even the smallest detail about that time.

“Yes.” He confirmed with a nod. “About one or two years before the whole mess with Zemo happened. You know, I’ll admit that I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched at the time. I thought it was just my paranoid ass, because I knew Hydra wouldn’t let me go without a fight and I was sure they’d try to find me. Still, for some reason, I wanted to convince myself I was truly free.”

“How did I find you?” You pressed.

“I have no idea.” He admitted with a shrug, as he glanced over at you. “All I know is that when I walked into the house I was staying in for the night, you were already inside… and then you said the trigger words. I tried to fight you, but it was in vain.”

“What trigger words?” Your confusion deepened. Why didn’t you remember?

“The ones they created to make me turn into the Winter Soldier.” He explained. “You really don’t remember? Or was I just another forgettable mission to you?”

“James.” You sighed, rising from the couch unable to stay still any longer. You didn’t even dare to meet his gaze, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. “I truly don’t remember any of it, not even the smallest detail. The first time I remember meeting you was back at the Compound, I swear it.”

He watched you intently from his seat, a wave of realization washing over him. For the first time ever, he found himself actually trusting your words and he silently cursed himself for not discussing this with you sooner. If Hydra could erase his memories, why would they not do the same to you? Because at this point, that was the only explainable reason and it was a very credible one.

Standing up, he reached out and gently grabbed your arm, halting your apology-rambling. “Hey, hey.” He murmured, his voice soft yet firm. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?!” You echoed, disbelief coloring your tone. “How can you even - all this time, I thought you had some irrational grudge against me. I mean, not really irrational but I thought that you were just being a prick when in reality you had a valid reason. And I’m sorry, James, I really am.”

He looked into your eyes for a moment before speaking again. “I still need to apologize myself.” He insisted. “When Tony said we’d be having a new addition to the team rescued from Hydra, I was actually fine with it. After all Wanda and Pietro came from there too. The problem arrived when I saw it was you; I felt like bad memories I tried to bury resurfaced all of a sudden, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were there to force me to go back. I stayed away from you and watched you from afar because for one year straight, I thought you were playing with all of us. The fact that you never apologized or spoke about what you did- what they made you do was proving my point. Now I realize I was acting like a child.”

You shook your head. “You were not.” You protested immediately. “If I were in your position, I would have done the same.”

“It still doesn’t make it any better.” He sighed.

“Believe me, now that I know I regret shit-talking you with Natasha.” You murmured in all seriousness.

“Yeah, it’s- you what?!”

“Nothing.” You cleared your throat. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” You apologized once again. Thousands of apologies wouldn’t cancel what you did, but you owed it to him.

“It’s… fine. Now let’s cut the sentimentalism, it’s getting awkward.” He said jokingly.

“So we’re good? No more snarky comments?” You raised a brow.

“We’ll see about that.” He inhaled deeply before answering. “Call me Bucky from now on, we can start from here.”

You smiled at that; it was his way of saying yes. As he was about to say something else, his hand on your arm still firm and gentle, the door swung open.

“Guys!” Dean bursted into the house in a rush, and his expression completely changed as soon as he saw both of you. “Look at the lovebirds. I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re ready to mingle?” He grinned, chuckling.

“We weren’t.” You quickly clarified, stepping back from Bucky as if to emphasize your point - not that you needed to, because that was the truth. Still. “Where’s Sam?”

“In the shed.” Dean replied, gesturing towards the door. “We found an hidden entrance but it’s stuck. We could use four extra hands… if you don’t mind me cockblocking you.” He added in a snort looking at Bucky, gaining a glare from the Super Soldier.

“We weren’t about to do anything.” He rolled his eyes. “And she isn’t coming. She might get sick again and you know why.”

“I’m not a child, that was just a moment. I’m fine now.” You retorted, shooting Bucky a pointed look. “And besides, we’re finally getting along so please don’t be a dick just yet.”

“If I may…” Dean interjected, stopping any further argument between the two of you. “We removed the symbols, so she should be fine. Now let’s stop the useless squabbling and let’s get that door open.” Dean walked out leaving the door open for both of you to follow him, and so you did.

“What symbols?” You frowned.

“I’ll explain later.”

As you stepped outside, a rush of cold air greeted you, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Bucky walked alongside you, keeping silently an eye on you in case you fell unconscious again, glancing at you from time to time without even being subtle about it.

You were feeling good, what you said earlier wasn’t a lie, but as you were descending the porch steps, you couldn’t help but feel slightly weaker and sick again as if there was something outside causing you that. Maybe it had something to do with those symbols Dean was talking about, but then again no one told you anything about it.

Following Dean’s lead, you made your way to the back of the house. With each step towards the shed, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the grass where you knew some women had been buried by that man.

Silently, you finally arrived inside the smelly, almost decaying shed. The lights were already on, revealing nothing more than empty stables and scattered straw all over the floor. Except for the fact that deep inside you, you could sense that something was off, there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

“Down here.” Dean said, gesturing for both you and Bucky to walk down another set of stairs with him.

The lights flickered above your heads as you walked right behind the hunter, each step cracking under your weight. You gripped onto the wall for support since a few steps weren’t steady at all, mindful not to scrape yourself against it since the space was so small that you barely fit in.

At the bottom of the stairs stood Sam, both hands on his hips and a frustrated look on his face as he stared at the three of you. “I give up, I tried everything and it still won’t open.” He sighed, tossing the axe aside.

“Let me give it a shot.” Bucky offered, and at his words you and Dean shifted aside to make room for him. Bucky removed his usual black glove from his metal hand before pushing against the door with all his strength. Despite the efforts, the door remained shut.

“Can’t break it.” Bucky grumbled, stepping back to examine it all. Maybe he could punch it until he eventually created a hole big enough for them to peep inside, but as his eyes fell on the lock he quickly scoffed. “Of course I can’t, look at it.”

You leaned over Dean’s shoulder, squinting to see better from where you stood. At the view you rolled your eyes, of course the damn lock had to have Hydra’s symbol etched into the metal. It’s not like you were chasing idiots.

“What? It’s just a lock.” Dean raised a skeptical, not understanding fully.

“Made by Hydra.” You clarified, connecting some dots in the meantime. “So Malcom is involved too. I mean, this is his house, he lives alone so he must be part of the organization, right? These locks aren’t on the market for obvious reasons, and if he got his hands on one…” You trailed off.

“There must be something important in there.” Bucky deduced, nodding at your words. “Does anyone have a lighter?”

“A lighter? Why?” Sam asked with a frown.

“This isn’t a normal lock, without a key the only way to break it is using heat.” Bucky briefly explained. “So do we have one or not?”

“No need for it.” You stepped in, taking the lock in your hand.

“What are you doing?” Bucky’s puzzled expression mirrored those of the other two men.

You didn’t answer, as you held the lock tight in the palm of your hand. With a firm grip, you started doing your trick; soon enough, Bucky and the others watched in astonishment as the metal began to glow orange, and they quickly realized you were heating it up… with your bare hand.

You couldn’t help but smile as the melted metal fell to the floor with a squishy sound, and with a swift kick your swung the heavy door open.

“You’re not a witch, are you?” Dean asked after a moment of silence, watching as you walked into the dark room with absolutely nonchalance, fumbling for the light switch.

Before you could even catch a glimpse of the room you all were so curious about, you turned around to face them. “Not a witch, I was born with it.” You said proudly.

Bucky blinked a few times in disbelief, processing what he just witnessed. “You never mentioned anything about this with anyone, why?”

“Loki knows.” You shrugged. It wasn’t that you kept it hidden deliberately; you just never thought much of it. There were literal Gods and Sorcerers amongst the Avengers, and you never really thought your little trick was that important for them to know. After all, you couldn’t control fire - it was more of an innate ability than a skill you actively used. Or, at least, that’s what you always believed. Fire was a powerful weapon for you to just use it casually, it could cause more damages than not - and you had learnt your lesson with your experience with Hydra.

“Of course Loki knows.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “So that time you set the kitchen on fire…” He looked at you accusingly, the memory of the near catastrophe still fresh in his mind.

“Oh no, I really forgot the gas on that time.” You said clearing your throat at the memory, looking away from Bucky.

“All this trouble just for this? I expected some action.” Dean’s voice cut the silence as Bucky did not answer to your last statement, letting the previous conversation hanging - but he surely was going to ask a few questions later. He glanced one last time at the melted lock on the floor just to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. After that, he simply strode into the room.

The walls were bare, painted a dull gray and empty of any windows, but that was mainly because the room was built underground. In one corner sat a large, old trunk while a pretty modern desk with severals computers occupied the other area. The desk was quite the contrast to not only the rest of the room, but to the whole property too since the only thing you encountered were abandoned things. That looked brand new.

“Who was he? A gamer who killed women an in his free time when he was bored?” You ventured further into the room, your nose wrinkling at the sudden unpleasant smell.

“Which one of you pigs farted?” Dean asked immediately as the smell hit him too. “Because I sure as hell didn’t.”

“That was quite defensive, my man.” You grinned at him, enjoying his annoyed expression.

Sam grunted, stepping past you both. “For once he’s telling the truth. The smell is coming from here.” He knelt down beside the trunk, attempting to open it to no avail. It seemed like a key was required, and it started to feel more like an escape room than an investigation.

“Told you.” Dean shot you a smile, nudging your arm lightly as he joined his brother by the trunk.

You shook your head at him, a small smile playing on your lips too as you approached Bucky, who was struggling to turn on one of the computers. You knew he wasn’t exactly the type of man to know how to use modern technology, and understandably so. Sam Wilson did try to teach him how to at least take a selfie amongst other things, but it seemed that Bucky was content to remain ignorant of modern technology.

“Do you need assistance?” You offered with a grin, unfazed by the deadly glare he shot your way. His intimidation tactics had little effect on you, especially now that you and Bucky were finally finding some common ground to at least build some kind of friendship upon.

“No.” He grunted, stubbornly pushing buttons on the keyboard in a futile attempt to boot up the computer. It was clear he was getting nowhere, and he knew it. “Can you turn it on?” He asked, his defeated tone was music to your ears.

Suppressing a smirk, you pressed the button below the computer screen, and you both watched as the device came to life.

“You should really listen to Sam sometimes.” You teased, placing a hand on your hip as he shook his head.

“I’d rather die.”

You didn’t respond to Bucky’s remark, instead you focused on the gagging sound Dean let out. Turning to face the brothers, you saw them both recoiling from the trunk they managed to force open. A putrid stench filled the air, which was stronger than before, causing you to instinctively cover the lower part of your face with your hoodie to block out the smell.

“You don’t want to look inside.” Sam warned, stepping away from the trunk with a grim expression.

“Is it Malcom?” Bucky asked, his suspicion evident as he connected the smell to the possibility of a dead body.

But Dean shook his head in response. “I wish it was.” He muttered, following Sam’s steps. and putting some distance between him and the thing inside the object.

As per usual, curiosity got the best of you, and you approached the trunk and swung it open immediately agreeing with Sam’s assessment; you could have lived without seeing it.

Inside the trunk lay the corpse of the man you and Bucky had been searching for back at the cemetery. His body contorted in an unnatural position, all his bones were most likely broken and his red eyes were staring back lifelessly at you. It was a gruesome sight even for you, one that made you quickly shut the lid as soon as Bucky peered inside alongside you.

Turning back to face the brothers you spoke. “That’s the patient we were looking for. Red eyes, pointy teeth and pale skin are all the first symptoms of the transformation into a Wendigo - before it either kills you or not. His body was missing from the cemetery, and the night guard mentioned something about a stolen corpse.”

But Sam’s urgent tone drew all the attention away from the newfound hint. “Guys… I think we may have a problem.”

You watched as Sam moved aside to let you all see what he was so concerned about, and as you followed his gaze to the computer screen you immediately shared the same feelings. It was divided in two sections, one side displayed the house you and Bucky were using for the mission, while the other showed Sam’s and Dean’s house. The view offered a clear sight of both interiors, and as Sam turned up the volumes, you could hear your voices echoing through the speakers.

“The date is the day we arrived.” Bucky pointed out, indicating the timestamp. “So they must have known we were on the way, and nobody knew outside of the team and you two it.”

“Someone infiltrated SHIELD’s security.” You deduced, your eyes fixated on the screen as you watched yourself and Bucky enter your temporary home for the first time. “We need to trace Fury as soon as possible.”

Sam remained seated, focused on the tapes, while you and the two men remained in silence for a while, gathering your thoughts.

“Now we know for sure Malcom is involved.” Dean sighed. “Not that there was much to question before, but this is on a whole other level. I mean, of course we can’t find a proper lead; we talked about going to find some more clues to Mrs Miller’s house the other day and not even twenty-four hours later all evidence was taken from the house.”

“And Adam too.” You added quietly. “We talked about finding him… and now he’s gone.” You said, not denying that you felt guilty for it. There was no way you could have known, but you had been played and it had already cost a life. More than one, in reality.

“Fury doesn’t answer his calls, and we believe SHIELD’s security was compromised.” Bucky chimed in, a note of realization in his voice. “What if-”

“No.” You cut him off sharply, knowing what he was implying. “He’s not an idiot. He would have known something was wrong.” Despite your protest, deep down you knew Bucky was not wrong for thinking that.

“But you saw that.” Bucky persisted, gesturing to the videos. “The cameras were already there before we arrived, Emma.”

“Natasha would have called, or Steve, or Tony.” You said firmly.

Bucky nodded in agreement before releasing a resigned sigh. “But Fury also disappears sometimes without saying a word, so if this time he was taken for real they wouldn’t be alarmed.” He said. “We’ll give them a call as soon as we can, if Fury is in danger then so are them.”

“I found something else.” Sam interjected, once again capturing your full attention. “This one isn’t a recording, it’s live.” He declared.

You moved closer to him, with Dean and Bucky following suit, and you noticed the scenery on the screen had changed. Now it displayed Malcom’s yard, the same you and Bucky had entered from. Despite the darkness outside, the cameras were equipped with night vision which was quite expensive for someone who didn’t have a job that payed well, so you wondered how Malcom could have afforded it.

“Look at the recordings of today.” Dean suggested. “Maybe we can find out where the man is or something.”

Sam shook his head. “Already did, but they’ve been deleted. Everything’s wiped since Cassandra disappeared.” Sam revealed.

“This means Malcom was here just today, right? If today’s recordings are gone…” You suggested, before a question paved the way in your mind. “For how long has this been recording?”

Sam quickly checked the time, his frown deepening when he saw the timestamp. “Three hours.” He stated. “Me and Dean arrived four hours ago.”

“He was here the whole time.” Bucky realized, voicing what you all had been thinking. “He had the time to delete everything and run away while we were comfortably sitting on the couch inside like idiots.”

“There was a car parked outside, an orange one. If he used that to leave, we could catch him. I took a picture of the car tag.” Dean recalled, suddenly remembering a crucial detail.

“Then let’s go check.” You declared, already heading for the door. Not that you remembered any car except from the Impala when you arrived, but then again you fainted after five seconds.

“What about this stuff? There are a lot of recordings here. We might miss something important if we leave it behind.” Bucky pointed out, making you stop in your tracks.

“You two go see if the car is out there, it was parked on the right side of the house. We’re taking all this stuff back to my car.” Dean suggested, and both you and Bucky silently agreed.

The walk outside was silent, but for the first time ever empty of any tension you were used having between the two of you. This time, you were both sharing the same concerns about Fury. You weren’t sure if Bucky felt the same way about the boss, but Fury played an important role in your life, he helped you getting back on your feet after Hydra. The idea of him falling into the same hell he helped you out of angered you, to say the least.

As you approached the parked car, your frustration intensified; it was still right there, which only meant that Malcom had not used that as a getaway. This left you empty-handed once again.

“Great.” Bucky huffed, leaning against the car’s exterior as he peered inside. “We should check it, see if he left something.”

“You take the front, I’ll take the back.” You suggested.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded in agreement, and you had to suppress a damn smile for the little nickname he used - but you shoved it off your face as soon as it came. It wasn’t the right moment nor the right person for you to blush over the smallest shit, you didn’t even recognize yourself anymore. Goddamnit.

While Bucky sifted through papers in the front seat, his expression was nothing more than just a frown. You, on the other hand, found absolutely nothing except for a red dog collar and a leash strewn on the ground, likely belonging to Malcom’s dog. Nothing out of the ordinary, oddly enough.

“He used to go to the salon a lot.” You heard Bucky say, as you prepared yourself to check the trunk. The rush of the escape might have left him unable to grab anything significant - or at least you hoped so.

“Maybe that’s where he found the women?” You suggested, as you walked behind the vehicle.

“Probably.” He agreed, his eyes flickered to you for a moment.

With the car left unlocked, you easily lifted the trunk’s lid. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared you for what you found inside. Despite the night’s twists, from the empty casket at the cemetery to the discovery that for all this time you had been watched, finding Cassandra there was beyond anything you could have imagined.

She was scared, bruised, tied up - but she was alive.

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[annwrites]

a/n: just a scene that i wrote for my possible 80srockstar!billy au where the band manager tries to get rid of reader bc he's sick of the dramatic love triangle between her, billy, & the band’s lead guitarist.

i also fancasted timothy olyphant as rod reyes from daisy jones & the six for the band mananger in this fic. hence the names being the same.

There’s a sudden knock at the door and you groan. One night. That’s all you wanted—one night of peace. No Billy. No Scotty. Just quiet and solitude.

You have half-a-mind not to open the door. It was late. For all either of them knew—whichever of them it was that was darkening your room’s door—you were already asleep. Or, perhaps, not in at all.

More knocking—more forceful this time—and you sigh, stepping over, checking the peephole. Your brows furrow, unlocking it, turning the handle.

“Rod, what’re you-”

“Can I come in?”

Having the band’s tour manager in your room was a new one. Admittedly, he didn’t seem to much care for you, but you’d made it clear that the feeling was mutual through occasional dirty side-long glances, and ignoring him when you could.

You cross your arms. “I was just getting ready to go to bed.”

He leans an arm against the door frame. “With?”

“I’m sorry?”

He leans in toward you. “With?”

You understand what he’s asking then. God, would you love nothing more than to slap him. Perhaps throw him over the hotel balcony. Now, there was an idea.

“Myself,” you state flatly, unamused.

He pushes past you then, shutting the door behind him, glancing around the room, hands on his hips. He turns back to you then. “Have a seat, sweetheart. You and I are going to have a talk.”

He heads over to the u-shaped couch across the room, pulling his slacks up before sitting, arms positioned behind him, crossing an ankle over a knee. Fucking peacock.

You step closer, walking across the plush, cream-colored carpet, but remain standing.

He studies you for a moment. “How much is it going to take?”

Your heart begins to beat faster at his flippant tone. “Excuse me?”

“To make you go away. How much?”

He sits forward, retrieving a leather wallet from his back pocket, pulling out numerous bills. “A grand? Two?” He pulls out a few more then. “Five? Give me a number, and I’ll make it happen.”

It takes everything within you not to let your fuse run out, thus hitting dynamite. “I don’t know what you think you’re-”

He interrupts you. “You’re starting to become a problem. Billy and Scott fighting over you? I can’t let that slide. What happened this afternoon is just…we’re not in high school, anymore. Alright? Time to grow up. I mean, you have any idea how much that Fender is going to cost to replace?”

He sighs, putting the bills away, leaning back once more. “I get it, alright. I do. You’re young and ‘in love’.”

His tone becomes dramatic and mocking then. “You feel a way no one else ever has before. No one gets it—they could never understand.”

He grows serious again. “But I do. It isn’t real. And it sure as hell isn’t going to last. Do you think you’re special to them? Or, in general? I mean, really, do you? Because I can tell you right now that I’ve seen a hundred girls like you—come and gone. You know what they all have in common? Eventually, the boys get bored with them, and they’re sent packing. Back to their unremarkable lives after having gotten their fifteen minutes. Or, whatever they thought they were looking for before they finally settled down in suburbia with an alcoholic husband, a couple of kids, and a lawnmower.

“Just…you’re not what’s important here. The music is what’s important. And if you stick around? I have a feeling we might have some difficulties getting this next album out—hell, getting through the rest of this tour—with the two of them constantly at each other’s throats with you caught in the middle.”

Your face is hot, your body is shaking, and your breathing has become shallow. Putting up with Billy and Scotty was one thing. Tolerating Rod? An entirely different ballgame. The worst part? You weren’t sure—if you pushed your luck—who would win said ‘game’ if push-came-to-shove.

The boys practically worshiped the man. Saw him as their shepherd to the promised land of everlasting fame in the kingdom of rock ‘n’ roll.

Finally, you reply. “The money is what’s important to you, Rod. If you cared about them like you like to pretend you do, you wouldn’t sit back and watch them snorting themselves stupid every chance they get. But, so long as they keep bankrolling your lifestyle, whatever they do on the side doesn’t really matter, does it?”

He’s unbothered by your heated tone, or the hard look in your eyes. He’s aware you have claws—has seen them—he just won’t let you sink them into his tough skin. He’s gone a round or two with young women like you before. And came out on top every time. The ‘tough girl’ act doesn’t phase him.

“So, you’re here to…what? Play mother hen? Save them from themselves? Fix them? How many other ignorant girls have tried the same and failed with numerous other broken men?”

He leans forward, feet both now planted firmly on the floor, forearms atop his thighs, fingers steepled. “Honey, they can’t be fixed. Especially if they don’t think there’s anything wrong with them. These guys…they see themselves as Gods of the music industry. And when you’re a God, well, you’re perfect—above reproach—aren’t you?”

He sighs. “You’re wasting your time. I’m here trying to help you save some of it. So, let me. I’ll write you a check and you can be back on your merry way to…wherever the hell it is that you came from.”

#billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader

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I know this is like, a grievance that’s waaaaay past the point of not mattering since AM did give Shouto encouragement during his fight, but man does it suck that there was no words to Shouto from AM afterward! He was such inspiration to him in his childhood (of course I know the origin trio boat is long gone and the recent chapter showing everything wrong their relationships with each other/themselves and the story) as he was abused constantly. I know the scene w/ Shouto showcases him (most likely) not being in the mood for any congratulations, but I guess it would be out of character for AM now to do that for someone who actually planned and executed saving a villain instead of killing him. ¯\_(ヅ)_/¯

Though Shouto did help Midoriya with his finishing move (just not as flashy as Bakugou), but did Shouto even know Midoriya wanted to save Tomu Tenko? (<- absolutely NO criticism to Shouto since he must have trusted Mido to know what he needed do and I don’t remember who Mido told). If he didn’t, how would you imagine Shouto’s reaction would be if Midoriya did and this was the final result?

Also, I think not being part of the “weirdo” convo w/ Uraraka and Midoriya actually makes Shouto’s win the best of the group since (as you pointed out) he was actually there seeing Touya as a kid (though only through a window) and still wanted to connect with him as an angry adult. He worked around Touya’s quirk (w/o any bs quirk power ups) and had a plan (though his family *not Endeavor helping Touya must have been a scary surprise) with a non lethal take down. There was some sort of connection between Toga and Uraraka, but there’s still a lot issues with Toga being saved (Twice (and now Tomura/Kurogiri’s) deaths being done by the heroes being one of them) that hasn’t been addressed and we all know what happened with Midoriya. Yeah, Endeavor took up a lot of the screen time and I wish he was handled differently in relation of being a father vs hero, but all we need is a good conclusion with hot udon (and some consequences for Endeavor for almost killing himself and Touya)! 🤞🤞

Sorry for such a long text and you might not agree with some of these, but what I wanted to get across was tldr:these last chapters suck but Shouto is still a silent star who deserves better credit than what he got (hopefully this next chapter won’t be a third strikeout)

To be honest, I don't really care about All Might praising Shouto anymore.

I expected him to support somehow Shouto post-PLF War when the Dabi reveal happened, but that just never took place. The Ch 386 talk was a decent alternative: he gave Shouto encouragement and a push to go to his family (I think without All Might, Shouto would have chosen to make a stand against AFO), which in the end allowed Shouto to save them (it would have been awful for him if his family and hundreds of strangers died from the move he made to save Touya and which Touya copied) and save a bunch of innocent by-standers and fellow heroes.

All Might's praise is only important if you buy into the propaganda - but that doesn't make someone "greatest"; their actions do. And I think what Shouto achieved with very little help during this arc is really amazing. I couldn't have seen him smiling in that room while his brother's fate is in limbo (plus Rei may also be in critical condition).

I'm more worried about whatever Todoroki family closure we get does good balance between Shouto, Touya and Endeavor (and not end up like this Bakugou, Deku, All Might scene which worked overwhelmingly as a Bakugou highlight - though i guess Deku will get plenty of scenes still).

I also don't think that Shouto is a pacifist per se and would pass judgement on Izuku for killing his villain. Shouto is plenty capable of murder to protect others. But he would be able to empathise with wanting to save someone and still not being "enough". While I doubt it would happen, so angsty tddk bonding would be brilliant.

#c1a asks #todoroki shouto #bnha manga leaks #bnha manga spoilers

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Ignore if you don’t want to read about me being stupid once again

#pls dont read if you cant handle venting and whining #once again i am here to say that i am the loneliest person alive and i feel like i can’t grasp the basic consept of friendship and do it lol #like idk how to be friends #i feel like i will forever be sad and lonely #and i know everyone will say you can talk to me and i know that but i’ve just been by myself for so long that i don’t remember how to have #actual conversations with people i feel like i am disconnected from reality #i feel like i am an extremely unlikeable person and that’s why i was all alone in highschool and idk i am oversharing on the internet again #because it’s the only place i kind of feel safe doing it #pls take care of yourselves first before comfoting me or anything im sorry i sound very pathetic #how do i start living again #how does one live anyway #im just in my head all the time #this was supposed to be hot girl summer but it’s once again summertime sadness #im so stupid!!! #im so anxious and depressed that i dont know what to do with myself #im so sorry for oversharing i have a therapist dont worry im kind of taking care of myself #but the eternal loneliness just wont let me go #idk how to be a person anymore #i’m just sad #thinking of going to a church and pretend to be a believer so i could have a community again lol

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The choice from Sunday is kinda weird cuz the options are build a cage in the house for the bird or build a nest where it fell and one leads to the bird growing up but dying once its set free and the other one probably leads to it dying much sooner. They both feel like the same option and even tho obviously the most kind, caring, morally right thing to do is keep it inside so at least it lives longer even if it's in a cage. But like to me both options suck and are basically nothing cuz I'm sorry if I look like a bad person for this, but I'm not sorry, but I'm not fuckin touching a wild animal. Even if I knew it was there even if I bothered to check out the sound to find a bird, which I wouldn't, I'm not touching it. I'm not even getting close enough to find out it's too young to fly yet. Whatever happens to it happens man and I'll never know what happens to it cuz I'm not even gonna look at it. Like, where's the 'you seem like an asshole but really it's quite a normal choice' in this whole trial thing??? That's usually an option you can pick. Sunday!!! Sunday, listen!!! There are more than two choices!!! You don't have to always do something!!!! You can just walk away!!! You don't have to try to do something for everyone all the time!!! Think about yourself sometimes!!! It's not selfish I promise!!! SUNDAY!!! OH MY GOD HIS WINGS ARE COVERING HIS EARS HE CANT HEAR US!!!!

#i genuinely dont wanna pick anything #like okay. i know they dont have animal control or a shelter in this setting. but irl genuinely just call some people and see if theyll take #it if you wanna do something about it. #you are not getting my ass to touch a wild animal of any kind. i dont care what the situation is #i was asked once if i could help take care of some baby mice a friend accidentally ruined the nest of and a shelter wouldnt take them #and i was like. im sorry but no cuz i know for a fact im not equipped to handle something like that and i dont wanna touch wild mice and #i KNOW at least some of them will die and i wanna now have to deal with dead mice. and you know what happened? #the friend couldnt keep up with how often they needed to be fed and they died. and now you have dead mice. #something could have happened where they survived outside like the mom came back and fixed it maybe or at least one fended for itself #like its a shame the nest accidentally got ruined but it was an accident and things like that happen all the time #yes its an accident you caused but in the case of something like that i really dont think its suddenly your responsibility now #and i know itll make you feel better to try to make up for it but now you have dead mice #and i know for some people at least trying to help makes them feel better but now we're at the point where i just dont understand #i just cant comprehend the feeling or the idea or the thought. #so its like. i get sunday feels like he HAS to do something for everyone all the time but its genuinely turning him into a monster and he #cant see that. like trying all the time despite getting nothing done will tear you apart. let yourself rest #do the small things you can do around you. dont put the weight of everything on you all the time otherwise you wont get anything done #and youll start thinking not doing anything isnt even an option anymore #i promise its okay. take a break. #im not even referring to sunday anymore. you 🫵 its okay. take a break. make yourself feel better #then come back to things with a clearer calmer mind and do the small things you know you can do #dont force yourself to do everything because you feel like you have to. itll be okay. i promise #hsr 2.2 spoilers #hsr spoilers #oh right this is a spoiler post ifnfjfnfk #long post

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Honestly, every single time the whole 'poppy playtime is a bendy rip-off' stuff ever shows up I find it all extremely unconvincing and silly.

For one thing, rip-off usually is meant to imply that it's a cheap lazy copy of a better more polished thing, and uh. Sorry but even from chapter 1? Poppy Playtime is a better game than Bendy, it has a simple but understandable story, the game manages to be thrilling, creepy, and very intense at times... I mean that Huggy chase in the vents ALONE puts it way above Batim for me.

I mean BATDR had the most slow stupid chase I've ever seen [and every other encounter with the ink demon is text telling u he's there and then a timer goes down and u get jumpscared] and batim's chases were either silly or just not nearly as theatric or terrifying as that.

When making the vent sequence I mean not only is it absolutely horrifying to realize how fast Huggy is in there but also it's so theatric and cool? The fact that you round a corner after thinking you escaped only to see a terrifying animation of that thing crawling toward you is awesome! I wish Bendy had stuff like that!

And all the stuff it shares with Bendy are generic things Bendy ripped from other horror games/media anyways. I'm not saying Poppy Playtime isn't inspired by Bendy I for sure think it is but Bendy is such a generic story that somehow fails to do tropes 100 other horror games have done any comparison only makes Poppy Playtime look better.

"It has employees being sacrificed for their company" That is not a concept Bendy invented, literally look at any of the sci-fi horror series Bendy is very inspired by. This is literally a twist in the original Alien.

"It has a scary woman forcing you to do tasks for her" Once again, not a concept Bendy invented, a scary mysterious person forcing you to do fetch-quests is a concept found in tons of horror media. And at least Poppy Playtime gave you a chase with her and let you defeat her, look at poor malice. She's barely on screen for more than 10 minutes before she gets stabbed.

"It has a cult worshipping the monster" This is something tons of horror games and media have done too. I mean In The Tall Grass has a guy who worships a giant magical rock in the middle of a grass maze, Bioshock [which Bendy has only been taking more and more direct inspiration from while failing to grab any of the compelling parts] also had a lot of themes of religion and cult-ish behavior, almost every horror media franchise has at one point done a cult thing.

Bendy couldn't even come up with a reason Sammy worships the ink demon, the best motivation we've ever gotten is just that 'he's crazzyyyy the ink made him insaneeee'. Who is the cheap rip-off here?

At least Poppy Playtime gave their cultist a motive for worshipping the monster + a proper boss fight that feels intense and looks awesome! Bendy didn't even let you kill Malice [she got stabbed in front of you and then just collapsed on the floor how thrilling] meanwhile you get to kill three of the villains in Poppy Playtime and the gameplay and action in those scenes have only gotten better as the game went on.

I mean Sammy walks into a room and goes "AAA SCARY I'M BEING MURDERED" then later shows up and for NO REASON sees a normal human man and assumes it's the ink demon before once again someone else kills him for you. In Poppy Playtime you defeat Catnap as he floods the world with this horrible nightmare-inducing gas that intensifies the color palette and his design. Fight off versions of him that are illusions that you need your flare gun for, then watch in a wonderful animation as he mistakes the monster for his savior before getting killed by it, in a brutal way I might add, which game are we accusing of being cheap, lazy garbage again?

I just find this argument to be people who Really Really need to find a reason to hate Poppy Playtime which I think is silly. The devs being weird, shady people is already enough reason to dislike the game, you don't need to invent reasons why secretly every part of the game is malicious or bad. But esp when I see Bendy fans saying they don't support Poppy Playtime or dislike it bc of its devs or even saying its cringe ummmm.

I have bad news about the fact Bendy's devs are worse and it took not one, but TWO over an hour long videos to cover it all. Plus the Bendy games are just the worse games in every aspect, if I could sell my batim copy for a copy of Poppy Playtime I wouldn't hesitate at all.

Saying this as a bendy fan, we have no right to be super judgy towards Poppy Playtime. If Poppy Playtime is embarrassing cringe, Bendy is too and is way more embarrassing of an interest. We shouldn't spread misinformation just because we all want to hate Poppy Playtime, you can dislike Poppy Playtime without making up a bunch of nonsense to justify it.

Honestly seeing people just blatantly be unfairly mean to Poppy Playtime only makes its critics look worse and makes it hard to take any backlash to the games seriously. Because surprise surprise if you spread misinformation to make a point people will quickly stop listening to Anything you have to say bc they won't trust you're telling the truth anymore.

#feel free to reblog but Im not gonna tag this its way too rambley at least for my taste to go in the main tags #ramblez #also man can I say I didnt want to make this post super long but theres so many other points I could make in poppys favor #the fact we got to see the hour of joy and it was terrifying we dont even know if joey actually killed anyone anymore #the gameplay itself is more diverse and fun then batim which is a walking simulator that pretends to have fighting n stealth mechanics #at least Poppy n Missys friendship gives u a reason to care for missys safety before shes put in danger #Missy can actually express unlike Boris who sits there looking cute with no proper expressions until he gets yoinked and ur supposed to car #bc he was uh adorable? And therefore you spend an entire chapter tryna get him and get an extremely bad boss fight in return- #also soundtrack wise I like poppys tracks more theyre unique and fun and you can tell which part of the game they come from #bendy has so many dramatic reveal stingers and tracks that are really hard to tell which part of the game they come from #bertrums boss fight has my favorite theme bc its so specifically crafted for him and unique and meanwhile Norman has one of the worst imo #a lot of Bendys soundtrack if I played it for you right now it would be hard to guess where its from bc it all kinda sounds the same #the reveal music for the machine for bendy land for heavenly toys for alices domain all sound the same x_x #its just so frustrating but yeah my point is can we all stop making up new reasons to shit on poppy playtime its just kinda dumb #it feels less like actual criticism and at this point just feels like elaborate justification for cringe culture which I hate #okay thats it bye sorry this is 10 pages long-