i have had this image saved

anonymous asked:

I have never in my life loved a show so much that my phone literally says to me "you can't save anymore picture of your otp because you have over 3k images and i don't have anymore memory"

I’ve had to unsync my camera roll from my iCloud because I used up all my storage space with YOI stuff!


this is what i did today instead of work on that little animatic or answer any ask blog questions: i drew the toons into images i have saved on my lampblack pinterest board… obviously not the humans though, because like… ya know. in my imagination, it’s how things would look. if i had a realistic art style lol. as always, bianca belongs to @majorpepperidge and betty belongs to @131-di  

in order:

  • A Király utca - Kinszki Imre (1929)
  • Montmartre Paris 1930’s by André Kertész
  • 1931. Airship Columbia over Empire State Building
  • Martin Munkácsi :: Dancers in Seville, Spain, 1930
  • Klösz György: A Reitter Kávéház az Operaháznál, Budapest, 1896
  • Art Déco staircase ‘Restaurant Prunier’, in Paris

he spent the past 6 years being mobbed everywhere he went, paps were everywhere every time and they followed him everywhere in every club with every person around him no matter what situation. even when he lost his mum and went to the xfactor final after party with steve, they push the entire family in front of paps to get pictures of how destroyed they were and sell his pain to dailymail. he has never lifted a finger on anyone and considering what they shouted at him or how they treated him in the past year he could have had all the time. suddenly he got himself arrested for fighting a pap and will go to court and his team instead of trying to save his image a bit despite the situation or calm fans, who now will think twice before approaching him cause he might hit them or do some crazy thing like he’s some justin bieber or kanye west, sell the details and everything to tmz (and i bet you whatever you want tmz will have the video too for the 10pm exclusive) and the sun for exclusive and ele*nor c*lder’s promo. i see. 

I was searching for a reaction image I saved long ago, and found this screenshot of an actual conversation I had with a “friend” who I thought cared about me and I just … am glad to have both him, and the people I was referring to in the chat, completely out of my life for good.

It's always awkward the first time

So I joined a campaign on Roll20, and it’s about our third session. We had gotten to level 4, and our Wizard picked the spell Enlarge/Reduce. He had forgotten to cast it during a battle with the undead, of which my Paladin (Akra, a red dragonborn) is great against. So later, he decides to cast it during a fight with orcs whom are trapped within a cave. Our wizard, casts the spell and our druid is forced to roll a dex save in order to not be crushed. He failed, and the 13’ 4" tall dragonborn (who’s trait is that she must protect her friends) accidentally crushes him a little bit. 


Me (OOC): Alright, Akra’s going to be careful and breathe fire into the hole.

DM: Roll a dex save.

Me: Alright (Rolls a 1) ….

DM: Well, Considious, Kithri, make dex checks, and Akra roll damage.

Considious: I have the most hilarious image in my mind.

DM: Alright, so Akra after you’re done, you get off the ground and realize you had crushed your two friends.

Considious: I’m going to roll for how angry my glare is.

Better off with you watching over me (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Okay so I finally finished this… at uni in the library. You’re all a bad influence on me. I had a hard time figuring out how graphic to go with this so hope this is what you were looking for? Anyway, here ya go anon ;) 

You were staring outside the window again. It was dark outside. Apart from some outlines and dim lighting you didn’t see anything, you just heard the rain ticking on the window and the warmth of a blanket around you. You gritted your teeth as you were trying very hard not to think of the million things that could be going wrong with Jason right now. After his death he had become more reckless… and you were scared you weren’t going to get him back again if something… happened. You shook your head as you tried your damn best to ban those ideas out of your head. They were no good now and they never would be. It was part of the deal to grid and bear it. You grabbed your laptop and dropped yourself in his couch. Not quite as luxurious as his room at Bruce’s place, but more… anonymous somehow. It felt good to be alone together but at moments like these the place just felt desolate.

You opened your laptop and glanced at the time. 2 am. Damnit, you were lucky you didn’t have anywhere to be the next morning. Not that you wouldn’t be there if you had. You had just had one of those days where you couldn’t get him off of your mind. You sensed something was off, usually when this happened he came back more torn up than usual. You glanced over at the bandages and the disinfectant you put ready. “Jason where the hell are you even at.” You murmured. You checked some texts online, they were interesting enough but not to the extent they banned the worry that clung to you like wet clothes. You decided laying down was an option and started to dose off when you heard someone enter the door and closing it behind him. You opened your eyes. Not sure what you expected to see.

“ Jay… please tell me you’re still alive.”
“ Well, I’m technically undead.” You opened your eyes and saw him standing there in the doorway. Suprisingly, he didn’t seem too badly hurt. Some cuts and bruises at most. Nothing he wouldn’t have been able to easily fix himself. He flung his leather jacket in the general direction of a chair where It flung over the back support.
“ An ungodly hour for a booty call. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” He asked, sounding tired and utterly done with the world in and of itself.
“ I wanted to check up on you. What happened?”
“ You’re better off not knowing.” He grunted. He looked frustrated and something you could not define as easily.
“ Bad day at work, huh?”
“ Doesn’t begin to cover it.” He walked over to you and you noticed something was really, really wrong this time. “ Jason what happened.” He sighed and sat next to you, legs spread and taking up a lot of space in the couch.
“ I stopped some jackass from killing a woman. “
“ That seems like a good thing to me.”
“ Not the first victim. And she’s alive, but in a coma. Fuck, she looked like you. Same… hair and build.“ You arched your eyebrows.
“ Did you think she was me?”
“ Of course not, I’d recognize your ass anywhere.” He grinned but it wasn’t genuine.
“ Jay.” You were pleading with him not to joke about this for once. He always did this.
“ No. But it served as a reminder. Being with you puts you in the line of fire. I made a fair share of enemies, maybe she was supposed to remind me of you. They could have found out I’m not entirely on my own. Maybe you should… steer clear for a while.” He started to take off his clothes, revealing some cuts and bruises but once again nothing he couldn’t handle himself.

“ I know for a fact you’re not self-conscious about how you look so how exactly do you intend to persuade me if you’re gonna run around shirtless?”  That earned you a smile. You followed him into the bathroom as he ran some water of the shower already. He used with hot water, and it took some time for the thing to heat up. He got under the water but you knew he could still hear you and vice versa.

“ I’m serious, y/n.”
“ About the being without me for a while… Indefinitely you mean? You’re never gonna stop being who you are, doing what you do. I ain’t going anywhere. I know the risks and the code to the gun safe.” He looked at you proudly through strands of hair stuck to his face.
“ My little rascal. No, just until I know for sure he wasn’t working for someone or a copycat.”
“ Not a chance that I’m staying away from you Jason. If I’m not around you get even more trigger-happy out there.”
“ How’d you know?”
“ I just do.”

He didn’t even try to contend your statement. This wasn’t a first, but last time you had a massive fight over it. He seemed almost too calm now, concerned rather than pissed off because you wouldn’t listen to his suggestion of steering clear from him. Like he didn’t expect anything else from you at this point. You decided to just let him shower and looked at him. Damn, he looked good, almost unreal. The most attractive zombie you’d ever seen. When he was drying off he looked at you again, with the torn expression he had before.  
You walked over to him and noticed he kept his hands off of you, not even pulling you into a hug. Considering just how physical he usually was, you couldn’t see that as a good sign.
“ Jason, mind telling me why you’re not even touching me?” No response. “Hey, look at me. You’re not going to lose me. I’d crawl my way out of the grave to be with you too”
He looked at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes somehow. “ You might not get so lucky.”

You clung to him, head on his still on his bare chest, and felt his hands slip around you as well. He pulled you close, first carefully as if you’d break then the way you were used to. Old habits die hard.  

“ I’d lose my goddamn mind without you. “ he practically whispered against your hair.
“ I’m afraid you’re beyond that point anyway Jay. “ The fact that he didn’t come up with a quip to counter yours showed just how haunted he was by the thought of losing you. When you backed up a little you noticed the trail a tear left on his cheek. Jason didn’t do bawling, barely did crying, so that meant that it got to him. Damnit.

“ You’d save or avenge me.” He cringed at the word avenge, thinking of what that implied.
“ I love you. I’d rather not have to avenge you.” He said, in a surprisingly clear voice.
“ I know. But I’m dating you of all people. They’d only come after me if they had a death wish.”
“ Some of ‘em do. Hell, most of them do. What have I got to fucking offer you anyway? You’ve got a life, I’m spending my nights hunting monsters down. And I can’t get the damn image of that woman out of my head, but then as you. “
“ Then we have to replace it with another image. Of a very, very alive and safe me.”
You grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed while unzipping your cardigan.  At first he seemed frozen in place but he caved quickly when he saw the look in your eyes, that you weren’t just doing this in an attempt to make him feel less like shit.

Before you knew it he had helped you out of the rest of your clothes as well and you ended up underneath the sheets. His touch, his body felt warm against your skin, that hadn’t changed since the Lazarus pit. He was still hot-blooded in personality and sheer body heat. And you still reveled in both. His kisses were greedy, desperate, like this was the last chance he’d ever get to be with you. You pushed him away but he started kissing your neck.
“ Jay, not that I’m complaining but…” “ Shhh, unless you’re about to tell me what you want just stop thinking.”  He found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
“ Fuck you’re good at this.”
“ You’re still looking at me as if you’re saying goodbye somehow. Like you’re trying to get the image of me in your head.” By now you could read the man like a book.
He wanted to get back to your neck but you shoved him off of you and got on top of him.
“ Jay, I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna be in more harm’s way if I try to track you down after you decided to move. And we both know I’ll do it. I won’t deal with you being stripped from my life again.” He sighed, still staring at you. He felt his way up from your tighs to your side to your breasts where he lingered before moving to your arms and shoulders when you leaned forward a little, supporting on your arms. You couldn’t help but lean in to his touch. Didn’t help your resistance that he looked at you with a look of amazement in his eyes. As if he couldn’t believe you were even real.
“ You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. “

“ Flattery isn’t gonna get you off the hook, Jason. Promise me you won’t leave.”
He gritted his teeth, looking you in the eyes again. He pushed your arms from under you, landing your upper body on top of him. “ You really gotta learn to shut up from time to time.” He knotted his fingers in your hair and and kissed you, deepening the kiss and making you get lost in it again. He gently put you on your back again and caressed your body and traced butterfly kisses from your collar bone down to your stomach where he lingered for a little while.
When he wasn’t kissing you somewhere the sense of panic of him leaving crept up on you again.
“ ‘C mon Jason. I’m better off with you watching over me.”
He tried to get lower but you put stopped him with your knees, he looked at you with amusement.
“ Babe, we both know you can’t stop me.”
“ We both you know you wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t want you to.” He sighed.
“ I’m just trying to keep you alive.”
“ Then stay. Promise me. “ He got off of you and rolled over to his side of the bed.
“ Can’t.”
You sighed. “You get a week, I’ll work from here for the time being. This place is surprisingly well secured and I got taught how to use a gun by you. I’ll wear a bulletproof vest whenever you’re away. And then we drop this. Deal?” He ran his hand through his still wet hair, seeming to convince himself to go. You put your hand on his abdomen and kissed him, up his body, properly, not lightly.
“ Besides…” You got to his lips and pressed your body against his as well as you could. “ How long can you really go without this? ”
“ Fucking hell, fine.” He grabbed you from the back of your head and kissed you greedily again, this time just with the familiar fire that seemed to be running through his veins. He grabbed a condom and got on top of you again. “ If you want me to I can first…”
“ No. I’ve waited long enough.” He grinned and placed the palm of his hand on your chest while he went down on you. After he had you gasping for air almost making you come, you managed to bring out “ You’re fucking evil Jason.”
“ No, but I am about to…” He got in you. “ fuck you though.”
“ Always.” He kissed you again, hard, and as you felt him moving with you. After you came together, he whispered in your ear. “ I love you. So much it hurts to know how much danger it puts you in.”
You kissed his shoulder.
“ Imagine what it’s like being me then. At least I’m not hunting down the scum of the earth.”
“ Just Gotham.”
“ Cause that’s reassuring.”
He laughed, and you could tell he wasn’t faking it. “ You’re glorious. In every way. Looks, personality,.. what the fuck did I ever do to get you?”
“ Come back from the dead? I mean, I seem to have a thing for zombies? “
“ Really, got a history do you?”
“ Nooo… just one. But hey, when you got your hands on the hot one.” He brushed some hair out of your face.
“ I adore you.”
“ Likewise. “
He seemed happy again, demons driven away. At least for a while. But regardless of whether he wanted you to or not; you would be there to do so whenever he needed you to.
Because you needed nights like these at least as much.

The Arrangement

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, general rudeness (from Dean), mild angst?

A/N: so this is my new idea for a series! It’s all my brain will do right now. It’s a little rough right now, but I’m hoping you guys like it. Also the title is terrible but it’s all I could come up with.

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For 7 years I was blessed to have him as my best friend, despite many arguments and periods of not talking, he never spoke a bad word about me, always rooted for me, bragged about my accomplishments, and remained so loyal to me. He called me looking for a DD that night, however I was drinking at a party & when I answered all he could here was a guy in the background refusing to leave me alone and yelling at me, being the hero that he was, he jumped in his car in an attempt to come find me, even though I wouldn’t tell him where I was and repeatedly told him to stay put. He sent me this text while driving, according the police report he wrecked going 70mph into a pole only minutes after. His car was engulfed in flames and his body so badly burned that we weren’t sure we would even have anything to cremate. I was woken up the next morning to a phone call that truly didn’t sink in until I hung up the phone and my mom came to hug me because she had already heard the news. I can’t get the images out of my head, I blame myself every day, while the “what if’s” invade all of my thoughts. He said so many times that he would lay down and die for me, and he did. He has always been my angel on earth, and now he’s my angel in heaven. It isn’t fair how many times he saved my life, and I couldn’t even save his once.

Quick Colored Sketch Tutorial

So, I get asked quite a bit about how I color these traditional sketches. I’m going to give a quick step-by-step process for anyone who wants to give it a shot. It’s actually fairly easy. Also, for this tutorial, I won’t be doing shading / highlighting. This is just a simple tutorial on flat colors.

Step #1: Upload the image:

I use Photoshop to color these sketches, but I think any image program that allows for layers will do the trick. So, first I upload my sketch. Usually I set the image to black and white because I like the results, but playing around with colored/textured paper is fun too; it’s up to you and what you prefer. First thing I do is create a duplicate layer of the sketch and set it as the top layer. I then change that layer setting to mulitply. It will make your sketch appear darker, but don’t worry, that’s normal. You can set a white background if you prefer not to have the sketch so dark.

Step #2: Add colors:

Now for the fun part: adding colors. As you can see in my image, I use a lot of color layers. If you’re comfortable using only one or two color layers, then go for it! :) I take the original brush tool (one of the default brushes on Photoshop) and color on each layer. I typically use a mouse to color these, but you can use a tablet too. I prefer my tablet when I have it. Make sure you set the color layers underneath the top sketch layer! Feel free to experiment with the layers, brushes, opacity and colors. Whatever suits you best.

Step #3: Final touches:

The last thing I do is go over the top sketch layer with the burn tool. This darkens the sketch and helps it stand out among the colors. (I had already used the burn tool on the previous picture, so you won’t see any difference between the two images.) You can use the burn tool at any time, so you don’t have to save it for the end. That’s just how I go about it. I typically have the brush tool set on Shadows with a 50% Exposure:

Also, if there are areas that are too dark, try using the dodge tool (connected to the burn tool). Just be careful not to overdo it and wash out or over expose the sketch. And that’s it! Pretty straight forawrd and easy, I think. I hope this was helpful. Good luck, everyone! Keep on drawing.

Unruhe (post-episode)

Title: Howler
Author: @chileananderson

Post episode fic for @txf-fic-chicks 
For @dangerscully, who asked.

She always knew princess stories were bullshit, but as she re-reads her report and tries to ignore the blurring computer screen, she tries to separate the emotions into meticulously cultivated samples. Be precise, she thinks and blinks back tears, why are you crying

Because I am grateful to be alive, she thinks, and remembers the fleeting moment while tied to the dentist chair in which she had conjured her mother’s gentle face and had apologised to her– for making her live through the loss of yet another child, another family member. The litany had ripped through her as she had stumbled over her rusted German like a woman losing a race. And she was. Losing. Despite all hope.

The image of Mulder bursting into the darkness, ripping into the gloom while wielding his gun like some kind of avenging angel was something she hadn’t pictured since catechism. It had made her reach for imaginary rosaries. It had made her turn her face skyward and say yet another “thank you” for his presence, this Azrael in Armani. It had made her want to hold his hands and count the bones there like prayer beads. It was an image that brought tears to her eyes.

I am crying because I am angry, she explains, and she is. Rightfully so. How often have women suffered at the hand of the men who want to “save” them? How many have been thought to be victims of evil forces, witchcraft, fucking Howlers, even, and have been rescued against their will? Lost? Lobotomised literally and metaphorically? The loss of agency, in herself and in other women has always made her howl with frustration. Having a man tie her down and inflict his disorder, his contamination on her makes her feel sick. 

He was human and so am I. She has empathised with a serial killer, opened her mind to him, understood him. It simultaneously softens and hardens her, and vulnerability always breaks her heart and makes her furious. Howlers are just a name, but there are other ways to see a mind poisoned, a life desecrated and made profane. 

She gingerly touches the spot between her eyes, where the howlers are meant to be inhabiting her and closes her eyes. She feels like she should continue, as if she had started crossing herself but stopped at the very first step. In the name of the father. How true for Gerry Schnauz. How true for her, for Mulder.

She presses harder against her brow, reminding herself with the same fingers that cut up the dead that she is still very much alive. She tries, unsuccessfully, to shake away the gnawing sensation that’s been bothering her since.

That something dismal and ominous is living there, a Howler of sorts, whispering darkness into her body.

Main Bitch Masterlist

Fair warning, “Red Lipstick” and “Beach Image” are some of the first smuts I’ve written and when my account got deleted they were the only ones I had saved and they’re pretty shit. 

***= Smut

always feel free to hmu with the requests in my inbox or public

Blog *** Summery: Michael finds Y/N’s old 5SOS Tumblr smut blog and she tries to find a way to get him to shut up about it.

Virgin ***  Summery: Bad boy Luke takes nerdy Y/N’s V card.

Prize *** Summery: Luke wins a bet and has sex with Y/N.

Red Lipstick *** Summery: Luke hooks up with Y/N after spotting her sexy red lipstick.

 Beach Image *** Summery: LeafyIsHere and Y/N have sex on a beach.


Buy Me Love: The reader is married to a man she doesn’t love and is having an affair with a male prostitute that makes her feel alive. 

Part One

Part Two

Just Best Friends: Elise is dating an abuser and she and her best friend are falling in love but he’s taken. 

Part One

Home Town: Lois must move back to her home town and face her ex and the reputation he left for her.

Part one

Part two

Part three


The SuperHeroines & SuperHeroes of the Women’s March on Washington!

The energy, passion, and activism of not just Americans but people worldwide has been so inspiring over the past few months, it’s been infectious. Watching citizens stand up and demand Certain People put their money with their mouth is when it comes to a promised handover of “The Power” from politicians to people has been extraordinary. So much so that I had to capture the magic of the rally that was the overture to this movement, and give it my own geeky spin! ;)

If you like my art, please consider the kindness of a reblog <3! you can totes save the images to use later with credit! I’ll be drawing more; I realized as I was finishing up how damn whitewashed this cast of characters is other than Gamora (fuck my privilege, srsly), so I’ll definitely be focusing on POCs in the next run. So hit me up if you have any superheroes or superheroines, or… (we need a gender-neutral one, kids) you hope to see included and I’ll try and make it work~!

[A chibi Captain America wearing a pussy hat with a shield and a sign saying “He for She”]

[A chibi Harley Quinn wearing a pussy hat with roses and a sign saying “This Pussy Grabs Back”]

[A chibi Hawkeye/Kate Bishop wearing a pussy hat with roses and arrows and a sign saying “I am a Nasty Woman”]

[A chibi Deadpool wearing a pussy hat with a variety of weapons with a sign reading “I’ve been told to keep all my protests peaceful”]

[A chibi Gamora wearing a pussy hat and a bunch of planets with a sign reading “Now you’ve gone and pissed off the Zen-Whoberis JSYK”]

[A chibi Supergirl wearing a pussy hat and a cape with a sign reading “Fight like a Girl”]

Simply using feminine imagery for God does not resolve all the problems of God language. The Bible speaks of God as King, Judge, Creator, and many other traditionally male roles that are not linked to fathering. Much of the feminine imagery is maternal, which suggests that women are most like God when they are mothers, while men are like God in most of their activities. Maternal language about God can also become stereotypical. God the Mother is safe, warm, and gentle. God the Father is tough and demanding, but very strong and protective. God the Father is still clearly the boss. If the divine feminine is always linked with love and nurture, while the divine masculine is always strong and rational, our stereotypes about male and female will be perpetuated rather than challenged.

The book of Hosea offers us a useful antidote to stereotypical feminine imagery by portraying God as a female figure who is both maternal and furious. God faithfully fed and cared for the Israelites; but instead of being grateful, they forgot God. That made God say angrily, ‘I will fall upon them like a bear robbed of her cubs, / and will tear open the covering of their heart’ (Hos 13:8). This maternal image invokes no romanticized piety, softness, or sentimentality. Mothers, and the Mother bear in Hosea, are fiercely protective. Elizabeth Johnson wrote of the paradox of angry love, 'The wrath of God is a symbol of holy mystery that we can ill afford to lose. For the wrath of God in the sense of righteous anger against injustice is not an opposite of mercy but its correlative. It is a mode of caring response in the face of evil.’

Another nonmaternal feminine image of God is as midwife, which occurs in Psalms 22 and 71. The psalmist described his feeling that God has abandoned him. His ancestors had trusted in God and were saved, but he felt God’s scorn. In the midst of despair he said to God, 'Yet it was you who took me from the womb; / you kept me safe on my mother’s breast. / On you I was cast from my birth, / and since my mother bore me you have been my God’ (Ps 22:9-10). He recognized that God has been present at the vulnerable time of birth, assuring his safety and comfort, and ever since. Comparing God to the one who helped deliver babies meant comparing God to a woman. It is an intriguing image, because midwives are active throughout a birth. They offer encouragement, they teach the mother how to work with the pains of labor; but they cannot do the laboring themselves, and they cannot take the pain away. The metaphor suggests that God encourages and supports human beings even when God cannot take their pain away.

—  Lynn Japinga, “Language about God”

the1directioner  asked:

How do you know / why do you think that Liam is gay and closeted? He seems so happy with Cheryl - much happier than Louis seems with Eleanor. I ship Ziam/Niam but not romantically because I don't see Liam, Zayn, or Niall as being gay. Larry, however, I believe is real.

First of all, I’m going to say that the way a celebrity “looks” is never a good indicator of anything.  Part of the job of a celebrity is to project a certain image, so anytime you see them in public, especially at work events or times when there are pap pictures or pictures with fans taken, you have to assume they may be projecting a certain image.

I intended to answer this privately like I usually do for asks that are off anon.  I hope you’re ok with me answering publicly instead.  I had to save a draft because it was so long and I forgot that takes away the option to answer privately.  I know it’s long, but do me the favor of reading the whole thing and looking at all the resources linked before you ask me any other questions about this topic.

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Hey everyone! My very good friend Kristen lost her beloved pet rabbit recently. He’s a friendly puff-ball named Leopard. If any of my followers from Long Island NY, specifically Massapequa or surrounding areas, have any information, please contact my buddy on Facebook! 

[Transcript: A picture of a facebook post by Kristen Schmelzle that reads, “Hey Facebook, I’ve lost my Rabbit Leopard on the 18th and was curious if anyone had seen him. He’s a grey and white Dutch and was last seen on the corner of Forest ave and Linden Street. He’s super friendly so its possible someone thought he was lost and scooped him from my yard. If you have any info please contact me through facebook!”] 

[Image description: Pictured are four images of a white and grey rabbit. His front half is white with grey around his eyes and on his ears. His rump and back legs are totally grey, save for little white socks on his back feet. He is a Dutch Rabbit and noticeably large.]  

Undercover Part 2: I’ll Always Be by Your Side

Summary: You sacrifice yourself to the Hydra agents that want Bucky.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some sexual assault (done by kidnapper), and then some smut (oral and penetration sex done by Bucky to reader)

A/N: People requested it, so I provided! 

(Part 1)

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