running with an injury

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I’m in Charlottesville at regionals for our high school team. And that means a couple of things. First, that I have to get my own runs in when I can, in this case after 10pm, in the hotel gym. Second, since I still have to do all my post injury knee maintenance, I make copious use of the floor’s ice machine.

In any case, I got 5.2 miles in tonight, progression-style. I started at a slow 6.0 mph jog (10 minute miles and gradually built up to 8.0 (7:30 pace) by the end. I definitely crossed the lactate threshold in those final minutes, something which shouldn’t quite happen at 7:30/mile. But that’s better than a few weeks ago when just barely getting under 8:00 felt hard.

As for day one of the meet, we only had one event to coach, the girls 4 x 800. They did well to get this far and were underdogs today. Unfortunately their season ended but they gave it a good effort on a chilly rainy day. The freshman distance runner that I coach ran anchor and unofficially PRed at 2:29. She was flying around the track even though we were well out of the running at that point. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ran the fastest anchor leg of the heat. She still has the open 800 tomorrow so this is a good sign. I’m so proud of her and happy to see her putting it together at the right time.

Big day tomorrow. A 7am wakeup so I can register for the Army Ten Miler, breakfast and probably a mid morning easy run before heading back over to UVA for Day 2 of the meet. Guess I better call it a night!

i got into my cozy, comfy bed and immediately started overthinking to the point where i couldn’t even keep my eyes closed despite my exhaustion.
things are so incredibly shitty these days and they seem to get worse in every way possible. i’m just so tired. i wish it would all go away, i want all this to stop.
words can’t accurately describe how much i hate living and how much i despise myself. it’s so draining. the urge to kill myself is high, and self destructive/self injurious thoughts are running rampant through my mind

It takes time to fall in love with running again. It takes runs in the pouring rain, excited conversations with your teammates, running new courses, running familiar ones just for comfort. sometimes falling in love means removing yourself from the science of it all and just feeling it. feeling the run, the pain, the high that comes after. sometimes it means leaving the watch at home and forgetting about pace. falling in love again means forgiveness. sometimes you need to take a step back and realize you are exactly where you need to be. you have been in the darkness before, and you have no reason to fear anything anymore. 

everything that’s marketed exclusively to women is restrictive and nonfunctional

our clothes are thin and form fitting, so that we are constantly on display. we are not given pockets, but expected to carry with us expensive decorative bags. we are made to wear skirts, because pants allow too much freedom of movement. fashion > function

we are expected to spend excessive time painting a second face over our natural one. there is no purpose for this other than reaping our excess time and money. with this artificial face we cannot lie down, we cannot eat freely, we cannot cry. fashion > function

our shoes are high heeled, open toed, preventing us from running freely or even walking comfortably. we suffer bone injuries and muscle deterioration. fashion > function.

we are expected to remove our body hair. much like makeup, the function of this is to occupy our excess time and reap our excess money. shaving cuts lead to infection. for some women, shaving results in painful rashes on the legs. fashion > function

our hair is meant to be long and decorative. easily tangled, easily grabbed in an altercation. black women especially are expected to heat damage their hair rather than allow it to grow naturally. fashion > function

a woman who defies any of these expectations, especially more than one at any given time, is subjected to ridicule, discrimination, and violence. femininity is a strict performance of subservience that is inaccessible to most women, but all are forcefully bound to it in a society dominated by men. this is because men fear what would happen if women began to realize just how severely they are being exploited.

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Runner AU

I’m so excited to finally get to share this AU with you guys!!

This au all happens in a world where the governtment is super corrupted. Everything is controlled by the most powerful corporations and the richest of people. Got money, then you have the power. 

Technology is rather advanced and nearly all info is stored as data. However, it’s nearly impossible for rebels to hack into the systems and gather information and proof to fight the system. That’s why there is runners. Runners use parkour to get all over the city, fast and unnoticed, and break into corporations to personally get to the data and information that can help the rebellion. 

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My rules of running (based on my experience)

1) eat at least 2 hours before running. If it’s something light and carby, it can be less but at least 45 minutes

2) stop drinking water 50-60 minutes before running. It causes cramps

3) 3+ liters of water daily

4) sleep is your BEST friend. Sleep is as/more important than the work you’re doing. You will stay where you are or get worse if you don’t sleep enough, it is the body’s opportunity to rebuild what you broke down during running/training

5) always eat *enough (*= however much until you feel full and satisfied. Try to stick to whole foods and fruit&veggies, but the world won’t end when you eat something processed. Treat yourself often, you deserve it girl!). Also note that your fitness is what’s inside of you and not entirely aesthetic

6) don’t spend too much energy on nutrition. The best athletes have a general guideline of what to eat during training, but you should never restrict yourself if you’re training at a high volume. Or even if you’re not. Just eat freely you’ll feel better while running, guaranteed

7) enjoy every single run. There will be times where you can’t pound the pavement due to injury or something else so never take any run for granted

8) trial of miles, miles of trials. There will be a daily grind that isn’t always glamorous but it’ll always be there and there’s comfort in that

9) workouts are the place to get better. In order to get better, you need to push your body into discomfort. Be honest about what that means to you

10) LEAVE YOUR NEGATIVITY AT THE DOOR. Being negative is a choice, no matter what. Don’t choose it!!!!!

11) trust that process. You’re doing everything you do for a reason. Trust that it WILL get you where you want to go.

12) shitting in the woods is okay and even encouraged!!!

sadinasaphrite  asked:

I understand you have a long list of these questions, but figured I'd get in line. I want to adopt a retired greyhound racer. What health problems do you see with them? I've also heard they are especially sensitive to anesthesia due to their low body fat. Do you have a protocol you find is particularly safe for them? The rescues have too many conflicting answers. One even claims they never should be put under anesthesia ever, even for dentals, because they "just die!" Which is ridiculous.

Anonymous said: Is it ok to request another breed? If so, greyhounds? Possibly rescue racing hounds if that specification has any problems that pet raised greyhounds dont

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Anonymous said: Hello! I was wondering if you could (or have already done) a post about greyhounds? Specifically racing-quality ones? I read something earlier that claimed they were a lot healthier than most dogs and I’m wondering if that’s true. Thanks!

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Anonymous said: Hey there! I noticed you said recently you’d like to see more ex-racing greyhounds as pets - I’m seriously considering adopting one in the future and I was wondering what health issues you see in them? I’ve heard that they can get painful corns on their feet and that you need to be careful about their temperature, but is there anything else you see that a future adopter should be watching for? Question tax: came for the the vet stories, stayed for the refreshingly sensible advice :)

Oh vetlings, I have a lot to say about Greyhounds.

I adore these dogs, and am glad to work with them, but don’t specifically condone organised greyhound racing. Most of these dogs like to run, I would have no problem with them running around a track casually for fun, but once prize-money is involved it becomes too tempting to push limits, to cheat, to cut corners, to overbreed, and this leads to poor welfare outcomes for too many dogs.

Please note the disclaimer that these posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice, i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life.

Also please note that this will be a Long Post.

Originally posted by thegypsycob

General conditions of Greyhounds

Whatever their history all greyhounds have a few things in common. Most of them struggle to sit, they tend to either stand or lie down. Their pain tolerance is interesting, walking in with a broken bone but screaming at a tiny needle prick. They like to feel someone touching their head. There are also a few conditions common to them, regardless of their lifestyle or upbringing. They are one of the very few breeds that I think it’s not an exaggeration to say you benefit from seeing a vet with experience in this breed. We have a lot to get through, so I’ll try to keep the basics fairly short.

Bloat, (Gastric Dilatation Volvulus) is more common in the big males, but can occur in any greyhound due to their deep chest. Delicate, picky eaters seem less at risk.

Greyhounds are generally very athletic, but they can and do develop Dilated Cardiomyopathy. While they have generally reached a reasonable age before developing this condition,

Pannus can affect any greyhound, and this chronic eye condition is generally made worse by UV light exposure. Once diagnosed it’s not too hard to control with medication but it is a long term condition. This is the most likely reason you would see a greyhound wearing doggy sunglasses or ‘Doggles’.

Greyhounds can also get Progressive Retinal Atrophy, which may manifest as ‘night blindness’ first, though this seems to be less common lately.

Greyhounds, perhaps surprisingly for all the raw food they seem to get when racing, have generally poor Dental Health. Despite being big dogs that are generally pretty tolerant, most of them don’t like to chew. They’re delicate chewers and won’t necessarily gnaw a bone.

Speaking of bones, these dogs get Osteosarcoma (Bone cancer) fairly readily. This cancer has a biphasic age pattern. Basically it usually occurs in dogs around 2 years of age, and dogs around 8-10 years of age. It’s all kinds of bad, every time and there’s not much else to say about it, other than the life expectancy is short. I’ve talked about it previously.

Of purely cosmetic concern, greyhounds also commonly develop pattern baldness. Typically the affected areas are the thighs and ventral neck, and there are a few possible reasons for this. It might be genetic, it might be nutritional or stress related, or it might be due to blood vessel compression under due to large muscle groups underneath the skin. This generally bothers the owners more than the dog.

Greyhounds often have thin skin, and while this doesn’t necessarily bother the dogs most of the time it certainly bothers me as the surgeon! Some of these poor dogs will seem to tear themselves open with any little scrape, so be careful of the suture materials you choose. They are prone to pressure sores with poor bandage care too.

And associated with their thin skin, some of these dogs develop “Happy Tail,” which is basically a chronic injury on the tail tip which wont heal because the blessed dog insists on wagging it against solid objects all the time, despite the pain and injury. They can’t help it. They’re too happy, hence the name of the wound. This takes creative bandaging or the occasional partial amputation to fix.

Originally posted by emiliotheexplorer

Conditions associated with Racing

Most greyhounds are reared for the race track and it’s not until later that they’re identified as being 'unsuitable’ for the track. Some greyhounds will be 'retired’ early, before they ever get to run, but many will be retired either with injuries or because they just don’t win. Greyhounds that have been retired due to injury are not necessarily lame, they may have healed well enough to do normal dog activities, just not enough to win races.

Track leg is probably the most common 'racetrack injury’ we see. It’s basically a swelling on the inside of the tibia below the knee, caused by the greyhound continually hitting its hind leg with a front leg as it runs around the track in the same direction all the time. They’re usually not painful, and generally go away when the greyhound is not restricted to always running in a very large circle.

Corns are hard thickenings in the bottom on a footpad, either secondary to trauma, foreign objects (grit) or papilomas. They start out small but grow with time, and are painful. It’s like having a stone in your shoe all the time and many greyhounds will become footsore because of it. Affected greyhounds are often reluctant to walk on harder surfaces, and anti-inflammatories doesn’t seem to make much difference. We treat them by paring them out and waiting patiently.

Grit in foot pads can cause corns, and can cause similar lameness to corns, but will show up on Xrays if you use high enough detail. These are fragments of sand or other foreign objects that have become embedded in the foot pads while running. Greyhounds are particularly lame with this injury and often don’t respond fully to anti-inflammatories. They need surgery to remove these pieces of grit, and the surgery can result in corns.

A Fractured hock, carpus or metacarpal/metatarsal might be a racing career ending injury, but not necessarily a life ending one. Depending on the extent of the fracture the greyhound may have no lameness with a walk or light run, or may end up with a completely fused joint. Generally these dogs are only retired to pet homes if they can still get themselves around pain free.

A Split Webbing is an injury to the web of skin between toes. When this skin tears it’s nearly impossible to get it to heal if both layers are torn, so the recommended technique is to split it all the way to the base of the toes and remove the webbing. This doesn’t seem to bother the dogs at all, and prevents it from re-tearing over and over again as it heals.

Maxillary Fractures are a rare injury of long-nosed dogs who are also klutzes and trip over, slamming their nose into a fence or the ground. This upwards force can fracture the upper jaw, just in front of the canine teeth. These fractures may be non displaced, causing little more than a blood nose and needing pain relief and soft food for a few weeks, or they may be loose and need wiring. They are fairly uncommon overall, but it seems to be greyhounds that get them most.

Associated with racing greyhound husbandry, Neospora infection from raw, infected beef consumption (and similar Toxoplasma from kangaroo or sheep) is more common in greyhounds due to their high prevalence of raw meat being fed. It may present as anything from back pain to blindness, and you can lose whole litters to these parasites.

There are a number of odd Assorted Sports therapy things that greyhounds might be subjected to, from particular lineaments being used, ultrasound therapy, chiropractic treatment or 'seeing the muscle men’, some of the 'treatments’ racing greyhounds are exposed to seem more like hope and witchcraft than medicine. These dogs may also have been supplemented with all sorts of things during their racing days, including iron and B12 as the most common supplements. You don’t necessarily know what a dog has or hasn’t been given in its racing days, but most will be little consequence, if any, after a few months.

Racing greyhounds are also known for a few particular metabolic weirdnesses. Exercise associated heart conditions, exercise associated epilepsy, water diabetes (like a temporary diabetes insipidus), rhabdomyolysis and acidosis are the most well known.

Anaesthesia

Now, this is an interesting difference. Greyhounds are a bit different when it comes to anaesthetics. Most vet students will easily recall that barbituate anaesthetics aren’t recommended in sighthounds due to their proportionally low body fat (and very young or very fat dogs for the same reasons), but greyhounds also seem to have a different liver metabolism that makes handling this class of drugs more difficult. Fortunately there are many other options these days.

The whole 'they die under anaesthesia’ thing is…sort of true. If you put them under anaesthetic when they’re under 24 hours off the race track then they tend to…well… die. But when these dog’s have been at rest for at least 24 hours there doesn’t seem to be a particular increase risk of death specifically.

These dogs are prone to both hypothermia and hyperthermia under anaesthetic, and in life in general.

They are prone to rapid wake ups from anaesthesia, which is not fun when you have a 30kg dog thrashing about and freaking out. For this reason higher premed doses seem to help if you’re using an alfaxalone protocol, medetomedine/butorphanol works well for sedation and we usually use xylazine/ketamine/atropine for orthopaedics. I will not be posting dose rates on this blog, but rest assured greyhounds are perfectly able to have an anaesthetic. They’ve got to get their dental disease treated somehow!

Compared to other breeds

Generally greyhounds are considered pretty healthy. They’re not free of problems, but their common problems are different to common problems in other breeds. Greyhounds have one of the lowest incidences of hip dysplasia in purebred dogs,  and rarely develop the same common structural issues we see in other breeds.

Their blood results are often a little different. A greyhound in racing condition will have a higher PCV, and a pet greyhound may keep this in their retired life. They often have a lower platelet count,  by around 20-25% or so, and may have a relatively low T4. A low T4 can be normal for a greyhound, and hypothyroidism shouldn’t be diagnosed without a TSH level.

They are, in general a little more prone to being clingy or developing separation anxiety. This is generally because most of these dogs are raised in big groups in a kennel situation, and may not get to be truly 'alone’ until they’re in a pet home. Some dogs just need a few weeks of being spoiled with TLC to adjust, some dogs need some pharmaceutical assistance for a while. Some dogs only really relax if they have a companion, but it depends on the individual.

So that is the greyhound breed from a veterinary viewpoint in a nutshell. Some of these points are brief because I only want to give you an overview, but I do recommend vet students spend some time in a greyhound practice, even if you don’t want to work with them or the racing industry, because the musculoskeletal exam of a greyhound is so much more thorough and I understood hocks and carpi much better in greyhounds than I ever did in horses.

Phew, that took a while to write. If you would like to support Dr Ferox’s writing time you can via Patreon for as little as $1 a month!

10 things I wish I knew about running before I started...

First and foremost… welcome, don’t be afraid of other runners, sure, it’s a solo sport, but it’s a big support community.
Secondly, don’t worry about how far & fast you go, we are all cheering for you to keep going.
3rd, starting is the hardest part, if that’s done, then keep going.
4th, goals are golden. Set as many small goals as you can and keep crushing them.
5th, drink more water.
6th, do post-run stretches.
7th, a couple weeks from now you will look back and see how much farther you can go now.
8th, if you’re injured then REST! Don’t power through a bad injury and make it worse. Running with pain is different than running injured.
9th, keep going. If you feel tired then take a break, but don’t stop.
10th, you’re awesome and every run will keep making you more awesome.

Anyone else have something to add? 🏃🏼

Requested by @keeganwj

Bewear the Ides of March!

Julius Caesar was stabbed by the Roman Senators, not hugged. Yet, if the ancient senators were actually Bewears, hugging Caesar would have been equally effective as a method of assassination. According to the Pokédex, Bewear has a habit of hugging its trainers…to death. So today, let’s figure out how this might happen.

The human spine, also known as the vertebral column, is a vital part of our skeleton and nervous system. It is made up of 33 different bones called vertebrae, separated from each other with intervertebral discs. The first seven (colored in red) are called cervical vertebrae and are located in your neck. The middle twelve bones in your back (in blue) are called the thoracic vertebrae. The lower back (in yellow) consists of the lumbar vertebrae. The last 9 vertebrae (5 in green / 4 in pink) are fused together and form the sacrum and the coccyx, or your tailbone.

It’s not easy to break a spine; the discs between each vertebrae are made of squishy cartilage that is specifically designed to absorb shock and prevent your back from breaking. The segmented nature of the vertebrae allows the back to bend in several directions, also to avoid breaking by being flexible. Not to mention the walls of muscle that surround it. 

For death to occur, the individual vertebrae need to shift dramatically so they damage the nerve that runs through the middle of them. Typically, spinal-injury deaths are related to the phrenic nerve, which connects your brain to your lungs and allows breathing to happen. Several arteries also run through the vertebral column, and if they are pinched or crushed it can result in a stroke.

Of course, how much force needed to break a spine depends on whose spine you are crushing: children have more delicate spines than adults, and so on. However, it also depends on where on the spine you are crushing. The neck (cervical spine), for example, requires a force of 3,000 Newtons (roughly 700 pounds) to fracture. But Bewear doesn’t strangle its victims, it hugs them – so Bewear is attacking the thoracic and lumbar vertebrae. Various studies find the absolute limit for lumbar vertebrae to be about 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) of force.

This is surprisingly reasonable. Boxers and professional martial artists’ punches have been documented over 4,000 Newtons (900 pounds), and kicks can exceed 9,000 Newtons (2,000 pounds). Squeezing is a little different, since it is pure muscle work instead of a forward thrust, and human grip strength at its strongest is about 150 pounds. So you might not be able to crush a spine with your bare hands, but can Bewear crush a spine with its bear hands?

Probably. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but most animals are stronger than humans in terms of muscle exertion. Some chimpanzees have been shown to be eight times stronger than humans. This is mostly because of the way we use our muscles: humans have developed a lot of control. We can finely tune our muscles, precisely control our finger movements, only using certain muscle fibers at one time. This saves us energy in many ways: you don’t have to use your entire bicep to lift up a pencil, like you might when you’re lifting weights. Other animals don’t have this control: It’s all or nothing for them. Physically, the way their muscles activate prevents them from having the fine control that we have. In other words, Bewear is incapable of giving a small hug. It can only give big, spine crushing squeezes.

Bewear’s hugs must deliver a force of 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) in order to break a trainer’s vertebral column.

Super Junior's Hardship: Just because they are from a big company doesn't mean they had it easy.

This is just some of Super Junior’s Hardship
This is like a semi-long history of SJ. Basically SJ has been through a WHOLE TON of shit in their careers. They started as a 12-member project group in 2005 by their label that intended to rotate out members. They originally included a Chinese member named Han Geng and didn’t include Kyuhyun who joined in 2006. They were actually just a collection of leftover trainees from the group that didn’t make it into the original 5-member lineup of DBSK/TVXQ.

SM decided against their original plans and the members were finalized. Against all odds, they started becoming popular in 2006 and in 2009 they released Sorry, Sorry, which among others is considered one of the most well-known KPOP songs. Unfortunately, at this point Han Geng had been having a very difficult time and sued their label for a variety of violations including (unfair contract length, poor profit distribution, not giving him a single day off in 2 years which led to severe illness, and poor handling of his visas-which meant he performed covering his face for a good while and poor individual promotion, etc.). His last appearance in an MV is the Sorry, Sorry Answer video. Another member, Kim Kibum went on hiatus in 2009 to focus on his acting career and never returned; his last MV was It’s You.

In between this period of time we have several other horrible things. In 2006, Donghae’s father succumbed to his battle with cancer-there is an emotional video somewhere on YT where he dedicates their first music show win to his dad. On their way home from the funeral, Heechul was in a car accident and he broke his leg in 5 places and had rods in it for about two years. It’s unfortunate but in some of their live performances you see that he can’t really run and there are some dance moves he just can’t complete from that injury.

In 2007, our poor maknae Kyuhyun was in a horrible car accident with Leeteuk, Eunhyuk, and Shindong. He was pretty much almost dead and in a coma, and the other three members were injured fairly badly as well (Leeteuk got over 100 stitches for glass in his back and eye, etc.). There is a whole long story about that incident as well and if you want to hear about it react to “Strong Heart Kyuhyun talks about accident” (just search it up and get the one with English subs).

Also in 2007, SM created a Mandarin subunit SJ-M with two other members-Henry (Canadian-Taiwanese) and Zhoumi (Chinese). Some fans were terrified that these two new members would ‘replace’ some of the original members (remember the original idea of SJ being a rotational project group?), so these ONLY13 fans protested and basically made Zhoumi and Henry’s lives a living hell (some still do). Fortunately, most ELFs (SJ fans) now consider them to be full members of the group (#Forever15) even though SM prevents them from performing anything except their solos and SJ-M activities at concerts.

In 2009, Kangin got a DUI and an assault charge (that one was later proven to be self-defense), so he became the first member to do his 2-year mandatory military service. In 2014, Leeteuk (the leader) had a pretty horrible thing happen. His father, who was struggling with depression and was under enormous financial burden to take care of his parents, Leeteuk’s grandparents, who both had dementia, killed the grandparents and himself in a murder-suicide.

And all of these awful things happened to them while they were under the stress of just regular idol activities like being overworked, having little sleep, trying to maintain their figures with dieting, and having various members do their military service, and constantly being scrutinized and criticized for being celebrities in the public eye.

Anyway, it’s a miracle that they are still around despite all of the challenge and are still producing and performing great music. They are considered one of the foremost groups in KPOP and are credited with leading the wave of K-pop style music into the western hemisphere.

xxtheavengerxxx  asked:

I was reading one the questions you answered awhile back about gunshot wounds. Sometimes people can still keep fighting. I believe you mentioned that the adrenaline rush could dull the pain. Is it possible that the same can happen if someone was shot in the leg with an arrow? Would they be able to run?

No. A bullet will pass through the victim (usually) damaging organs and tearing tissue in its path. This can limit mobility, particularly if it breaks a bone, or if it tears tendons and ligaments. But, the tissue itself can still move, to an extent.

With an arrow, you’re pinning the muscles together in specific configurations, and those cannot move. Your muscles slide over one another as a normal function of movement. With an arrow run through them, you cannot move the affected area. Walking, with an arrow through your leg, to say nothing of fighting with one through your torso or arm is, basically, impossible.

This is also why the advice if someone’s been stabbed or run through is to keep the victim from moving. If they try to adjust their position, they’ll do far more damage to themselves than if they lay still. At the same time, you don’t want to remove it, because the foreign object (that is to say, whatever stabbed them) will obstruct the flow of blood. Removing it will cause them to bleed out faster. That’s the tradeoff with bullets, and part of why they’re so vicious as a weapon.

If you get shot, there’s nothing left to obstruct the flow of blood, meaning you’ll bleed faster than if someone had shanked you with a knife (and didn’t retrieve it), or shot you with an arrow. Because it’s entirely possible you won’t even realize you’ve been shot, you won’t know to slow down, and if you remain physically active (because you’re in a fight), you’re very likely to wear yourself out, only to realize after the fact that you’re not winded, but bleeding to death. And, yes, this does happen in the real world.

If you’re hit with an arrow or run through, the blood loss (from a similar injury) will be slower or partially obstructed, and you’ll have immediate feedback telling you to slow down, but actually bleeding to death will take longer. (Potentially not much longer, and there is a greater risk of an arrow or blade severing something immediately lethal, like an artery, but, as a general concept the idea holds.)

So, no, an arrow will stop you.

-Starke

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The Boy Next Door

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Summary: Reader wakes up one morning to find her uninvited neighbor in her kitchen…

Pairing: Neighbor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: Love angsty neighbor Dean. Quote for this one was, “Uhmm… it’s not what it looks like…”…


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Liberty Pt.7


Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, surprise character!

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Hungover!Reader, kisses and tickling (fluff), violence (slight gore) sexual harassment, implied necrophilia (shit gets real guys im sorry) death, family issues, guns, daggers, threats.

Word Count: 3217

A/N: enjoy, put a lot of thought into this chapter, my head is spinning! I’m also taking the heading out of new chapters now to keep it tidier.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Y/N… Did your father ever tell you where that lullaby is from?” Bucky asked, he could feel the unwanted tears pool in his eyes.

“Mmm, he ne’er told me, why’d y’ask Buck?” You mumbled in your relaxed state.

“Doll… That’s a lullaby only pirates know.”

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You were fast asleep before you could hear the words, the hangover hitting you prematurely. Bucky shifted you off of his lap to lay on your side on the king size bed. He admired your sleeping form; hair mussed and fanned against the pillow behind you, lips parted ever so slightly, a light snore coming from your mouth. He chuckled before draping the covers over you and kissing your temple.

As Bucky shifted out of the bedchamber, he made his way to the main deck to Steve, Peggy, Sam and Wanda. Both couples were dancing merrily as Bucky approached them. Judging by his scrunched features, they knew something was amiss.

Psst, guys, I need to to tell you something, like, right now.

They all gathered to the galley, ushering the two men that were situated in there outside.

What’s happened? Is everything alright, James?” Peggy pushed, worried for the man in front of her.

I-I’ve just put Y/N to bed and, er,” Bucky stuttered, not knowing how to wrap his head around the subject, “she requested if she could sing me a lullaby, albeit it was actually her going to sleep, and… the one she sang, it… it was a pirate’s lullaby, thought some of the words were missing I recognized them perfectly. Her father is a governor, she told me herself- she told me her father used to sing it to her when she was a babe, her mother had died during childbirth.”  

It took a while for the group to adjust to Bucky’s confession, the thought of you knowing such a rare poem, known only to pirates, shook them.

Steve cleared his throat, “Surely there must be some coincidence? Maybe… Maybe her father heard it from someone whom he was traveling the seas with?” He pondered, and Peggy wrapped her hands around his arm, squeezing him with a smile.

Steve, always the man who had faith in the most unlikely people, even if he didn’t know them.

N-No, I wouldn’t think so. We all know Pirates sing those lullabies to their own kin, they don’t sing them when they’re wandering or in enemy territory, or anywhere off their ships, for that matter. There must be some sort of connection?” Bucky was pacing now, making conspiracies throughout his head and Wanda cleared her throat.

Oh, merciful God… Bucky, you do know who’s been missing for nineteen years, right? He hasn’t been seen by a living soul, he was only known by his pirate name. The Trading Company never caught him because they could never locate him, therefore they never knew what he looked like. My…My father told me-

Oh, don’t say his name. I beg of you.” Bucky cried, everyone’s eyes were on him. The realization and fear was written on all of their faces.

We have to think of a plan, Bucky,” Sam mumbled.

Bucky kicked a lone stool before rubbing his face. “You’re correct, Sam. We need to make a plan tonight, Steve, Peggy,” Bucky looked up at the tall blonde and short brunette, earning two small nods, “what are your thoughts on accompanying us to Singapore?

~

The Governor stood by the large grandfather clock, the time was 8:46 pm and he was holding his daughter’s pale blue dress in his withering hands. He made his way to the main deck of his ship, where Peter awaited.

Sir, I swear. I haven’t seen her or two weeks. She didn’t say a word to me - like she would have - she would have left a note or a letter or a secret sort of hint. I’ve only just found her dress underneath my bed, a pair of pants and a blouse of mine have gone missing too. She only mentioned once - and this was months ago - that she wanted to go away and never come back. I’m sorry, Sir.” Peter stuttered, his fingers tapping against one another as the crease between his brows deepened. The young man was upset, worried, all the negative emotions rushing towards him full throttle like a tidal wave. He felt heartbroken because you were his best friend- his only friend apart from the mule that shifted the grinds and gears in the blacksmiths.

It’s okay, Peter, you didn’t know,” The man reassured him, patting him on the back. “Why don’t you eat something, boy? I’m sure you’re famished after all the interrogation, help yourself to some fruit and water.

Peter muttered thanks as he plucked an apple from the fruit crate.

I’d like you to accompany me, Peter, I want you to help me find my daughter.

It’d be an honour, Sir.

Let’s hoist the sails then, Mr. Parker.

~

The sun had risen, the blinding rays blinding your awakening form. You looked at the small clock hung against the wall of the bedchamber and gasped; it was half nine in the morning, you were normally awake by eight.

You looked beside you to find Bucky’s side of the bed empty, the memories of last night’s rendezvous flowing through your head, the dancing the alcohol, the shooting the throwing up, all of it. But there was something missing, you felt, something important.

As you scrambled to get up, a throbbing pain occurred between your eyes.

Hangover.

So this is what it feels like? The effects of the rum from the party had definitely turned your brain into a whirlwind of blood, sending you straight to your knees with a small cry.

You suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the bedchamber, you looked up to see Bucky coming to crouch by your side.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky asked, his warm hands coming to lift you up and plop you down on the bed gently.

I-I don’t know, Buck. I just need some water…” You looked up at him. His eyes were surrounded by purple again, a dark shadow. Judging by his clothes, he hadn’t even come to bed last night.

I know that look, doll, what’s wrong?” The tall brunette kneeled in front of you, his hands gently rubbing at your bare thighs.

You didn’t sleep last night, why, Bucky? You know it makes you feel unwell.

I…

Come on, my love, spit it out. Tell me how you’re feeling and what’s on your mind.” You urged, your eyes still squinting because of the harsh rays of sunlight pouring through the small windows. You brought your small hands to run through his dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

You’re going to have to take this in… carefully. Well, last night, you were absolutely smashed, no doubt about it,” You groaned at the words, scared that you did anything embarrassing. “you… You were resting your head on my lap as you were drifting off. You asked if you could sing me a lullaby,” You turned beet-red in embarrassment. “What you sang…fuck…” He rested his forehead on your stomach and breathed deeply.

Oh, someday this chair may be a boat for another pair and you and your baby will sail the sea.” He mumbled the words, the octaves of his voice slightly deeper.

Within this same rocking chair, and as we rock and hum and sing so you will go sailing too,” You continued.

And pirate dreams, with sweep and with swing, will take baby and boat and you.” Bucky looked up at you then, meeting your bright eyes. You felt the tears prick at the corners; your father had always sung that to you when you were small, and at times when you couldn’t sleep as a young adult and the realisation hit you. “Y/N… it’s a pirate’s lullaby.

I-I gathered that from the…the…” Your chest started heaving as the panic hit you. Was your father a pirate? Was he a wanted man? Was his name even his actual name?

Darling, shh, shh, it’s going to be okay. Now, I need you to listen to me, please, Y/N?” Bucky gently grabbed your face in his calloused hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the salty tears smearing your cheeks. “We’ll figure this out, but I’m going to have to ask you some questions- that’s if you don’t mind?” You shook your head.

Bucky crawled onto the bed and ushered you to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands pulled at your waist, egging you into coming closer to him, you obliged and shuffled up, your smooth thighs rubbing against the cord-like fabric of his trousers. You felt one of Bucky’s large hands rub up and down soothingly on your back and you relaxed in his touch.

Now, my love, I’ll probably only have to ask you about three questions.” You hummed in response, tears still slipping from your eyes. “Could you tell me what your father looks like?

You described him as a man with slightly tan skin, wrinkles upon his face, and when he didn’t wear the grey Governor’s wig, he donned a head full of jet black hair which was usually ties back. He sported a dark grey to almost black beard, always trimmed neatly. As you finished your description, Bucky inhaled shakily.

Did he ever mention to you about a ship called ‘The Queen Anne’s Revenge?’”

No, I don’t think he did.” You whispered, playing with the ruffled edge of the collar of his blouse.

There was once a pirate named Blackbeard. 19 years ago…He disappeared off the face of the earth, no one knew where he went, where he is at this very moment.” You furrowed your brow, trying to string things together in your mind. “Rumours spread amongst pirates that the notorious captain had found love in a woman of good fortune, she was a Lady, born not to royalty but to wealth. He wasn’t attracted to her money, but to her soul.” Bucky took a deep breath and continued his explanation. “His ship was the Queen Anne’s Revenge and when he disappeared, she disappeared with him, maybe she lies at the bottom of the ocean, who knows. But I must ask you this, Y/N. What is your father’s name?

Edward. Edward Teach.” You replied.

~

Bucky felt as if his whole world had jolted to a stop, he felt the colour drain from his face as he heard the name fall from your lips.

Blackbeard, also known as Edward Teach (amongst pirates) was the thing all men feared aside the gallows. Bucky had never met the man, but his father used to tell him stories about the wickedness; how he could use his sword to steer his ship and maim mutineers with a flick of his fingers.

If it wasn’t coincidental, and Blackbeard was your father, everyone surrounding you would be in mortal danger. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

Bucky gently squeezed your hip, “Your father is Blackbeard.

“Is that… a bad thing?

Many people have fallen to his blade, he had no mercy, killed innocent men and women. Some say he was full of dark magic- that his sword was cursed. He attempted to take command of the sea, but failed, that’s when he went missing. Most pirates assumed he had been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker- but they were obviously wrong.” You took a sharp inhale of breath, pulling back to look Bucky dead in the eyes.

He’ll come for us, he’ll find us. My father didn’t really pay much attention to me after I turned 18- he arranged for me to be married to Commodore Zemo but-

Zemo?” Bucky choked, his turquoise eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape.

Yes, Baron Zemo… A weird man, really, do you know him, Bucky?” You questioned, hands still resting lightly on his neck.

Not personally, but we’ve had a few spats during my years sailing the sea. He tried to send me to the gallows once, I’m surprised you never heard.” You winced at the thought of Bucky being hanged. He looked at you then, a hand creeping its way to your face, a soft thumb rubbing your jaw.

He pulled you a bit closer as he placed a soft kiss to your nose. You blushed and giggled as he began to pepper kisses all over your face, the tickling feeling making you forget about the life threatening circumstances for just a few fleeting moments.

I must admit, waking up how I did wasn’t the best way to wake up, neither was the whole ‘your father is blackbeard!’ but, right now, with you? I can get through my day.” You murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Bucky’s lips. Your Bucky.

I’m sorry you had to wake up like that. Y’know, if I could rewind to the day you boarded my ship I wouldn’t have grabbed you by the neck and scared the shit out of you- if I heard what had been going on I would have been way easier on you than I was at the beginning.” Bucky admitted.

My sweet, I wouldn’t have it any different. I’m here now, I’m happier than I was back at Port Royal, I wouldn’t trade it for the most rarest gold on this earth.

Are you sweet talking me, princess?” You chuckled and then your smile faltered.

Er, have Peggy and Steve left?

No, actually, with all the whole… y’know, they’re accompanying us to Singapore.” He grinned as he saw your face light up. You done a double fist to the air and yelped when Bucky’s slender fingers tickled your soft sides, you were a laughing, fidgeting mess and he looked at you with the amount of admiration a smitten husband gives his wife.

You are truly beautiful, Y/N, are you sure you’re not a mermaid?” Bucky chuckled.

I’m not as beautiful as a mermaid, Bucky.

True, you’re way more beautiful.” Bucky began to tickle you again, making you fall backwards onto the large with a thump. Bucky laid by your side and held your hand in his whilst you both stared up at the ceiling.

So… what’s the master plan for today?” You mumbled.

Well, Peggy and Sam are going to teach you how to shoot properly until you can get the hang of it yourself. Steve, Wanda and I are going to inform the crews what is going to happen, or what could happen, hopefully there won’t be any backlash or mass suicide as soon as they hear the word ‘Blackbeard’

~

The fuck do you mean Y/N’s father is Blackbeard?!” You heard Brock scream. You were on the quarterdeck of the ship with Peggy and Sam, firing a few rounds for practice. You turned back to Sam and he looked at you with a face and he mumbled ‘ignore him, he’s an arrogant piece of shit

Men! Listen to me!” Bucky yelled, clearly irritated at the hustling and bustling of worried and angered voices. “This has all happened so suddenly. Y/N didn’t know until I had to confirm it for her. She is just as shaken as we are!

The rest of what he said was white noise as you tried to focus on shooting. The small blasts in front of you the only thing you could really hear.

~

Later that night, you had a small moment of despair and anxiety. Your father was Blackbeard. Your father was a murderer, a fugitive.

As you leaned against the railing of Bucky’s ship, you looked up at the stars. As a little girl, your father told you that your mother was up there somewhere, always looking down on you. But now you didn’t know what to believe, first your father not informing you about who and what he was, what if your mother was still alive?

You felt a stray tear slip down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as you heard heavy footsteps approach you.

No need for tears.” The voice was gruff, and you instantly recognized it from earlier; Brock Rumlow.

B-Brock, er, what are you doing out here? I thought you’d be sleeping…

No time to sleep when Blackbeard has resurfaced.” He snapped, and you suddenly saw him flinch. You felt a cold blade being held against your neck as he pressed his front onto your back, squishing you between his tall body and the hard wood of the ship.

W-What are you-” You stopped speaking as the blade was pressed harder against your neck.

Now you listen to me, princess. I don’t care if you’re the Captain’s little slut, I will slice your fucking throat open, let you drain and then dump your body in the ocean for your dear father to find, after me and my friend Alexander have had a little bit of fun with you,” You could feel the pulsing behind your eyes and the burning in your throat as you struggled to keep the pained cries from slipping out. The words coming from his mouth were vile like nothing you heard before, you were disgusted and felt the familiar sensation of vomit rise in your throat. “I’m not risking Blackbeard’s blade again,Again? So this is a grudge. “and I know for a fact he will find all of us, probably massacre us all just to get his precious little daughter back.

By then you were shaking like a leaf, you weren’t going to get out of this.

Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot your fuckin’ nasty piece of shit head off your neck right now.” Sam’s thick accent growled. Thank goodness, you were saved. You were stupid enough to come out here unarmed.

As Brock turned his head, holding you still underneath his bulging arm, he heard a whirring surrounding his ears and red wisps of light swirled around his head and neck.

You move that blade one inch and I will crush the bones in your neck to dust, then I will gladly watch you suffer.” Wanda. It was two against one, but you were still at a disadvantage; unarmed with the sharp metal still held against the soft skin of your neck, right on top of the hard cartilage. Your life was in this bastard’s hands, literally.

Before you could think, a loud bang came from behind you, the sound of curdling blood strong in your ears and you felt the sticky texture of it and human tissue splatter against your skin. You felt the burly man’s body fall limp, the blade falling from his then clenched fist.

You whipped around on your heel to see Bucky holding a rifle, the face he held was murderous and his eyes looked almost black in the dim light, it was almost as if he didn’t look like himself.

Sam, fetch me Pierce, please.” Bucky’s voice was deeper than usual, yes, his voice would drop a few octaves when he was angry, but this was a whole other level.

Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.

~

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I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.

***

You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

anonymous asked:

Kaz and inej beauty and the beast au, is that a thing? If not you should consider writing it haha

*rubs hands together* 

Disclaimer: no animal transformations written below

  • Kaz is an arrogant lord (because he’d rather drop dead than be a prince) who scams and manipulates the other lords for his own benefit and to expand his influence
  • until one night a wizened old woman comes to his manor and offers him a single geranium for his hospitality for one night 
  • Kaz instantly rejects the offer and belittles the woman, but his words suddenly die in his throat when the woman reveals her true self: Zoya, the ethereal and sublime sorceress who’s intent on teaching Kaz a lesson 
  • she dooms Kaz and the rest of his subjects - the Dregs - to live a cursed life until the person to instill love in Kaz’s heart arrives
  • meanwhile, in a nearby provincial town, Inej Ghafa just wants to read and be in peace (because she doesn’t want adventure, she’s perfectly content to be with her family lbr) 
  • especially with her wise and innovative acrobat father who she adores with all her heart
  • however, her little town thinks she’s strange and almost a ghost, and whisper she’s possessed by a vengeful spirit lying in wait to ensnare somebody, because they can never hear her - not her steps, not her until she speaks 
  • although the townspeople all grudgingly agree that she’s the most beautiful girl for miles 
  • Pekka, a well-known huntsman, thinks so and is set on making Inej his wife 
  • Inej when Pekka calls her beautiful: “That’s a lazy way to describe me.”
  • and when her father’s horse comes running back to her one morning without her father, Inej sets out to find him the dark depths of the forest
  • she comes across this wild, unkept estate that looms over her and finds her father trapped in a dungeon there 
  • and then she comes across a young man that walks stiffly with a cane and has a hat pulled over his eyes, who says that he’ll let her father go if she’ll take his place
  • Inej takes heart that her father is safe from harm and soon meets the other enchanted individuals in the manor 
  • Matthias as the grumpy Featherduster 
  • JESPER AS LUMIERE AND WYLAN AS COGSWORTH 
  • Nina as Mrs. Potts!!!
  • Kuwei as Chip
  • while Kaz casually freaks out over how to approach this new girl that might break his spell 
  • when Inej finds the dying, glowing geranium inside a bell jar in the west wing, Kaz panics and yells at her to get out 
  • after she flees and Kaz saves her from the wolves surrounding the forest, Inej tends to Kaz’s wounds and gets to really look at him for the first time 
  • his legs are mangled and torn, and a black substance is creeping under their skin up to his waist
  • and when Inej turns him over, she sees his eyes fully for the very first time, and they’re made out of glass, and a scrape on his arm reveals that part of him is cogs and springs 
  • “The one who cursed me poisoned my legs and said that I wasn’t fit to walk amongst any of the good men in Ketterdam. Then she said that wasn’t a good enough punishment, and so she made me half machine, because she said I didn’t belong with humans with such a cold heart.”
  • Inej oils his joints and mixes poultices to help Kaz heal and for the next few weeks, he notices how she exudes kindness and acceptance and everything that he doesn’t deserve
  • while Inej observes that Kaz, although he may feign indifference and aloofness, he’s actually not an evil presence and shows her nothing but truth instead of gilded lies (a privilege compared to what she got in town) 
  • Inej! in that iconic!! dress!!!!
  • Inej realizes - from the mirror Kaz gives her - that her father is in danger because the townspeople don’t believe his claims of his daughter being locked up by a monster
  • so Kaz lets her go, knowing the geranium’s petals will fall off before she returns
  • and Inej very faintly kisses him on the cheek before she leaves so he has to bite his lip to keep from screaming
  • Inej’s plan to drive away the crowd backfires when she shows them Kaz in the enchanted mirror and speaks of him with a fond and warm tone that makes Pekka Rollins’ eyes narrow and his fingers clench into fists 
  • Pekka grabs the mirror and gets the whole crowd in an uproar about the demon boy that’ll slip through the town and steal away babies, to how he’ll scrape their coffers bare, to how he’ll kidnap more girls like Inej to break his spell 
  • Inej and her father are trapped in the cellar of their home, but Kuwei, who slipped into Inej’s dress pocket when she wasn’t looking, gets them out 
  • Cue the townspeople fighting against the enchanted Dregs in Kaz’s manor
  • Pekka, armed with a musket, finds Kaz in the west wing, and Kaz doesn’t mope; he’s seen Inej and her father on horseback far off in his window, coming towards the manor, and he’ll be damned if he lets her see him die so easily 
  • the mirror from Pekka’s belt falls to the floor and shatters in their struggle
  • the two of them circle and weave around each other in a deadly dance, and both of them sustain serious injuries 
  • Inej runs up to the west wing to see Kaz hanging off the balcony, his legs now completely black and useless so he can’t stand up 
  • she sees a flash of lightning illuminating Pekka’s musket end raised high in the air, intent on smashing Kaz’s fingers to pieces so he’ll fall 
  • and she doesn’t think she moves 
  • she scoops up a jagged mirror shard from the ground and stabs Pekka hard in the stomach multiple times until he gasps and falls off the balcony
  • Inej hauls Kaz up and looks in horror at his cogs whirring slower and slower, his legs now twisted to odd angles and unable to move, how his glass eyes blink more slowly when he turns to look at her 
  • “You came back.” 
  • “I’d have come for you no matter what. I’d have crawled to you even if I couldn’t walk.” 
  • Kaz smiles faintly at this, closes his eyes, and the cogs in his body whir to a stop 
  • and Inej’s throat constricts, ready to let out a scream of anguish
  • but before the first shriek escapes her lips, she sees a beautiful black-haired woman appear out of nowhere and stoop low to Kaz’s pale face 
  • “Dramatic to the end.” she mutters, lowering a hand over Kaz’s forehead. “Cutting it a little close, don’t you think, Brekker?” 
  • Kaz opens his eyes and smirks weakly at the sorceress. “I’m always a lover of drama, all powerful Zoya. And I don’t see you trying to snatch my life away when you’ve just made me live again.” 
  • “You found love, but you can never learn manners, can you, boy?” 
  • “Trust me,” Inej says with a laugh, getting over her shock and helping Kaz stand by letting him lean on her. “That would take a miracle to happen.”
  • Kaz looks up at Inej and smiles crookedly. “You know, magic doesn’t solve everything.”

figuringoutme4me  asked:

There had to be more said between Maggie and Alex when they saw each other were okay or before Maggie went back out with essentially no protection. I would ask for a fix it of after the whole conflict, but there is no after, so I feel like I just have to wait. Thank you for being you!

Her stomach is in knots.

Her stomach is in knots, and not just from her flight out the window.

Not just from her terror, from the screams resonating through her head, even though the bar is quiet.

Her stomach is in knots, because the phone line disconnected, and Maggie, Maggie.

Maggie.

Maggie loves her. 

And they only just started this thing.

She can’t imagine what her sister’s going through.

She and Lena haven’t even started their thing at all.

She can’t let Kara be afraid she’s losing Clark, too.

“Maybe Superman’s out there right now, fighting on the streets.”

“If he is, I didn’t see him.”

It’s the only voice she’s ever wanted, the only voice she’s ever needed.

The only voice that’s ever coursed through her veins and woven into her skin and stitched up her heart.

“Maggie,” she breathes, and she runs.

Runs, and Maggie walks, and Maggie holds her hands up, holds her hands open, her face a map of pain, her face a map of ragged relief, her face a map of I love you, I love you, come here, let me hold you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Alex doesn’t wait – she can’t. She takes Maggie’s face between her hands and she kisses her, tasting ash and tasting metal and tasting war on love’s lips.

Maggie holds her by her elbows – Maggie always holds her by her elbows – and Alex fights not to swoon, fights not to break, because if this woman’s lips keep kissing hers, she’ll never be able to fight, to kill, to die.

Though not dying would be good. 

Her hands run over Maggie’s body and her eyes follow suit, checking for injuries, checking for breaks, checking for scars that will only grow on the inside.

She’s not armed, save for a gun that Alex can tell is out of bullets.

She must have run out of ammo.

She must have fought hand-to-hand to get here, at least some of the way.

She must have lived hell.

She must still be in hell, except Alex’s hands are on hers.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she exhales for the first time since the attack, because she knows that they’ll talk later, knows that Maggie will cry later, knows that they’ll both break later.

Because there has to be a later, dammit. There has to be.

“I’m so glad that when things look their worst, we both thought to run straight to a bar,” Maggie deflects, and no one else could get Alex to smile while the world is ending.

No one but this woman. God, god, this woman.

This woman who insists on heading back out with James – with Guardian – after keeping a close ear across the bar on Lilian’s conversation with Alex, while running over strategy with James, with Winn.

Running over who they saw die on the way over here. 

Running over which streets are likely to have the most children huddled in the rubble; running over which streets are likely to need them the most.

She keeps half an ear with Alex’s conversation, and the other half with a Pulitzer Prize-winning superhero and his genius IT support.

And she insists on leaving again. Without armor.

Without even her kevlar.

Alex didn’t have any weapons in that damn tank.

Alex held on.

And dammit, so will she.

Because there are other people who can’t.

And she’ll go save them. She has to.

And Alex knows.

Alex knows, just like Maggie had known there was no stopping Alex from storming the DEO by herself.

Alex knows, but god, does she hate it.

“Maggie – “

“Don’t argue, Danvers,” she interrupts, but it’s soft, and it’s intimate, and it’s resigned, and it’s loving, and it makes James look down at his shuffling feet and swallow bile.

“I’m not arguing, Maggie, I know you have to… I know, I just… we need that lifetime of firsts, you understand me? Take this – “ She slips her a radio to replace her fritzing phone. “And don’t you dare do anything but come back here in one piece. Gertrude’s going to need both her moms, alright? Both of us.”

“I’ll get her back safe, Alex,” James tells her, but they all know that there can be no promises.

“Please, Olsen, I’ll get you back safe,” Maggie jests, but there’s no laughter in her eyes.

“I love you, Alex Danvers,” she whispers, and she rises onto her tip toes to kiss her like she’ll never kiss her again. She kisses her with her entire body, with her entire mouth, with her entire being. 

And Alex kisses her back. 

Kisses her like she should have kissed her the night she told her not to wait up for her.

Because god, they never could tell when their worlds would end, could they?

“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” she breathes, and it’s a promise.

Because I love you?

I love you is a beginning, and this, she promises, will be theirs.

Liberty Pt.8

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Waking up disorientated, hella crying, sexual assault mention, bodily harm, flashbacks and nightmares, fluff, sam and wanda fluff. Interrogation, Pierce being an asshole.
Smut, not full blown tho, thigh riding, please tell me if i’ve forgotton anything

Word Count: 3861

A/N: I hope everyone likes this chapter, it’s taken me like a week, i hope its not too bad. though there are some sensitive subjects listen in the warnings. Just to say, if anyone has suffered any form of assault, people are willing to listen and my ask/message box is always open. Stay strong guys n dolls.
I’m also very effing tired so sorry if there are any mistakes

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7


Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.


A sharp tingling in his fingers was all Bucky could feel as he made way from his spot on the quarterdeck.

Shit, shit, shit.” Bucky seethed. He scrambled towards your unconscious body. Wanda was shifting you into the safety position, gently moving your dead-weight limbs in the correct way.

As Bucky approached you, he took your tired body into his arms, carrying you bridal into his cabin, “Wanda, I’d like you to tend to Y/N, please, in case there’s anything wrong with her. I need to sort out Rumlow and Pierce.” His voice was gruff and worn.

‘Course, Captain.

After gently resting you on the bed, Bucky stormed out of the cabin in haste. As he approached Rumlow’s lifeless body, he gave it a swift kick in the head with his right foot, earning a sharp crack of the bones within.

That’s what you get for fucking with my patience, prick.

Bucky, what are we gonna do with Pierce?” Sam grumbled as he hid the dead body behind a crate, grimacing.

He’s going to clean up this mess.” Bucky scowled, pointing down at the blood and tissue slapped against the decking.

Sam scurried towards the hatch that opened to the bottom deck, holding his pistol in a white-knuckled fist.

Pierce, Captain Barnes wants you.” Sam earned a huff and a disheveled man approaching from the dark shadows of the decks below. “Now!


Is there something you need, Captain?” Alexander rolled his eyes.

Ah! Pierce! Just the man I needed, I need you to clean this mess up,” Bucky commented, his dramatic gesture towards the dark trail dripping with sarcasm.

As Alexander grabbed the mop and bucket from the side of the ship, he began to mop what he thought was vomit, but when the stench of iron filled his withering lungs, he wondered why Brock hadn’t come back from…

Where’s Rumlow?” Alexander asked shakily, not full of fear but anger.

If thou looks thou shalt find,” Bucky mumbled matter-of-factly whilst pretending to pick at his nails.

As the elder man followed the crimson trail he found the deceased body of Brock.

What on earth-

Tell me what he was planning.” Scowl, jaw clenching, brows furrowing.

I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alexander exclaimed, practically shaking in his worn leather boots as Sam held the barrel against his matted grey hair.

Bull-fucking-shit, Pierce, tell me what Brock was doing, what he was planning against Y/N, or even me for all I know, or I promise Sam will put a bullet in that thick skull of yours just like I did to your little partner in crime.” Bucky was full of wrath, but he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up his crew.

We targeted her because… She’s young a-and pretty and-

“Because you’re both disgusting pigs that objectify women and try to force them to satisfy your needs. Let me enlighten you, on your future journey aboard my ship,” Bucky sauntered closer to the disheveled man in front of him and continued in a low whisper, “now that your little friend has tried my patience and trust and I have had to waste a bullet, you will do as I say until I am done with you, you will not lay a finger on anyone, including myself and Y/N. I’m taking your firearms and weapons, henceforth taking your dignity. Consider yourself a man of the brig, Mr. Pierce.

Sam lowered his pistol and stuffed it into his belt, keeping a watchful eye on Pierce as he continued to clean up the bloody mess on the brown flooring.

I’ve got my eyes on you. Keep on cleanin’, white boy.

~

Who’s going to get rid of the body?” Wanda asked, biting her fingernails.

She had tucked you into bed once she finished cleaning the cut on your throat and the blood from your sweat sodden skin. She had the decency to change you out of your confinements too, the fabrics were chucked into a metal bucket full of hot water so the blood wouldn’t stain. Your limp body had made it hard for Wanda to dress you in a spare blouse, but the hard work had paid off.

I was the one to kill him and I think I should be the one to chuck him overboard. Sam, would you think strapping a pair of boons to his feet would make him sink?

I think it would, Buck.” Sam snorted.

Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

With that, Bucky made his way to the main deck. He never intended to kill anyone, but when someone threatens someone he cares about most dear, his simmering anger turns to an over-boiled rage that cannot be contained. Sometimes he could control it, sometimes he couldn’t. Not this time, anyway. Shooting Brock Rumlow’s brains out was a rational thing to do, seeing as he was holding a very sharp dagger to his lady’s throat.

What he didn’t understand was why. Why? Why did he target you? Was there something Pierce wasn’t confessing? Was it something else?

He would never know now unless Pierce spilled his guts, and that’s why unwanted guilt washed over him like cold water as he steadied the dead body over the edge of the ship.

May the gods have mercy on your soul Brock Rumlow, because I fucking won’t.


As you woke up, you realised it was far from dawn due to the faint white rays of moonlight pouring through the small windows. Through tired, cloudy eyes you looked at your surroundings. You were in yours and Bucky’s shared bedchamber, though he was nowhere in sight. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the large hand on the eleven and the smaller hand near the twelve.

How long had you been out for?

You looked down your body to find that you were dressed in one of Bucky’s worn blouses, who dressed you? Who cleaned you? Was Brock dead? Was everyone OK?

You had so many questions.

You carefully slipped from beneath the silk sheets of the warm bed and tiptoed towards the cabin.

Bucky?” You called, your vision was still foggy from sleep, and you felt a throbbing sensation on the side of your throat. You peered into a nearby mirror and discovered you had a small gash on the side of your neck from where Brock had fallen behind you, his dagger had obviously caught but you were lucky it was just a small cut and no a full slice across the front.

Y/N? How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

“I, er, I don’t know really,” You gulped, tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke, “Everything… Everything is just… Lord, I’m sorry Bucky-

Hey- no need for that, my love, none of this- NONE, of this is your fault. You’ve just been the victim of a very fucked up person, this was all HIS doing, not yours, don’t you even dare, for a second, think that you should blame yourself.” Bucky then tugged you to his chest as you let a few tears slip, you felt strong hands rub your back and stroke your hair as you breathed deep breaths.

He said… He said he would have slit my throat, d-drained me and t-then used my body as a toy or s-something,” you hiccuped then, wincing as the scene replayed in your head, “and he said Pierce would be in on it too- and he said something about not risking Blackbeard- my father’s blade again.

Listen, you’re safe now, I… You know what I’ve done to Rumlow, he’s long gone, probably eaten by a shark or stolen by a siren by now. Though, Pierce is being kept in the brig behind bars, away from everyone else.” You furrowed your brows then, but before you could speak Bucky finished his sentence.  “I’ll let you kick his ass soon, maybe shoot him in the foot.” You let out a watery giggle then, sniffling slightly. You saw the devotion in Bucky’s soft eyes then, along with his loving smile.

You realised then, that you loved this man, this big soft soul wrapped in steel skin, with silky brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean tides. You didn’t want to say it so soon- so you just tugged his head down to yours so you could press a tender kiss to his lips. It was a passionate kiss, but there was no tongue, or groans or moans. Sheer bliss and you pulled away only slightly, your lips ghosting over his.

May I ask who took care of me whilst you done whatever you did?

It was Wanda, I-I didn’t know whether you would have wanted I, a male, to touch you whilst unconscious, so I asked Wanda, a female, and your friend, to help you. Seeing as she’s uh… tended to your… womanly needs before-

Hush, James, I know what you mean. Thank you for respecting me.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, inwardly sighing at the warm contact as his hands cupped your jaw. “I’m hungry, but… I think I should get some clothes on first.


What do you think will happen?” Sam asked quietly as he stood behind his love, head resting his head on her shoulder.

I don’t know, Sam, just know, that whatever happens, we’ll find a way out of it, we always do.” Wanda murmured, her hands resting on the ones draped gently across her shoulders, stroking his knuckles softly.

Hey, look up, see that? Shooting star, better make a wish, darlin’.” Sam chuckled, his eyes stuck on the beautiful lass in front of him, she was his wish come true, so he didn’t have to ask for anything more.

I couldn’t wish for anything more than you, Sam.


You had spent the hour with Bucky in the main area of the cabin, you hadn’t exited the large room, therefore, you didn’t have to change. Bucky had kindly gone to the galley and fetched some bread, fruit and wine for you. You both sat by his desk, munching away.

As the clock chimed one, you and Bucky both bid goodnight to Wanda and Sam once they popped their heads through the door to do the same. As you both got comfortable in bed, you shuffled closer to one another, basking in each other's’ warmth and company. You felt Bucky yawn, his hard chest heaving against your cheek, causing you to yawn also.

Yawning is as contagious as the black death, dare I say,” Bucky muttered tiredly, the vibrations of his voice relaxing you. His hands absentmindedly delved underneath the loose fabric of the baggy blouse that adorned your frame. His fingers traced light lines from your waist to your shoulder, slightly edging the blouse further and further up, the sound of even breathing and steady ocean waves lulled you to sleep.


During the early hours of the morning, you were jolted out of your sleep. Bucky had awoken too - having the ability to feel what you’re feeling - he felt the sweat roll down your temple, your erratic breathing and the tears burning in your eyes.

You were on high alert, you felt so panicked and scared. It hadn’t been a whole day and you were already having night terrors, Brock’s disfigured face haunted and tormented the insides of your eyelids, screaming into your dreaming ears, the feeling of cold steel still against your throat and sticky blood coating your skin like thick paint.

Bucky could feel you going into an erratic, panicked state and he shuffled closer to you to try and make you feel his gentle, calming touch. As his calloused hands made contact with yours, you looked at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t breathe and your head felt too heavy for your body like a siren out of the water.

Shh, Y/N, it’s okay, he’s not here, he can’t touch you anymore, he’s dead, he’s gone, long gone. Breathe with me, darling, breathe nice and deep, there we go,” You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck whilst your shoulders heaved with muscle-straining sobs. Bucky’s voice alone eased you to calmness again, and you slumped against him, tired and spent from the panic attack.

I hope God has no mercy on that wretched man because I certainly won’t.” You groaned. You felt your head throb with pain from a number of tears you had shed now and then.

I said the exact same thing, doll, I said the exact same thing. But just remember that I’m here for you, Wanda is here for you, so is Sam. You’re welcome to jump aboard Steve’s ship and talk to him or Peggy as well, they’re basically… only next door.” He finished his words with a firm kiss on your forehead. You snorted a little, rubbing your tired eyes.

You twisted your head to look at the large grandfather clock, it was only three in the morning and you still had time to rest but you were so, so petrified of the pictures flashing behind your eyelids again.

Then the reality of this whole situation combusted inside your chest, the realisation that your father, the most feared pirate in all continents, was probably out roaming the seas looking for you. What if he was angry? You shook the thought from your mind when you realized that you never owed him any explanation; he had tried courting you off with a strange man that was only interested in sex and breeding to keep his bloodline going, he paid barely any attention to you and he shrugged you off most of the time.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Peggy… They were your home now, not Port Royal. Your father could attempt to steal you away from the man you love and take you back to the island but there was a high chance of him being at the pointy end of everyone’s swords.

Most of the crew had taken a liking to you, apart from Pierce and the late Brock Rumlow, obviously, the thought made you shudder again.

Y/N, darling, please rest -” Bucky whispered, his fingers gently ghosting against the skin of your neck. His large hand gently cradled your head as his thumb soothed over your earlobe, making you relax into his touch. You peered down to see the covers tangled between both your legs, putting them on show.

Bucky- you never told me about that scar -” You ran your finger lightly over the thick scar on thigh, the tissue was painted in pinks and whites small tinges of red, the pattern almost resembled that of a map, like it was a guide to his soul. The thought made you smile a little and Bucky’s hand came to rest on yours as you traced the jagged edges of the memory etched upon his skin.

“I was a boy- probably about nine or ten years old, I had knocked over an oil lamp on my father’s ship and where the flame had caught my trousers the oil seeped straight through, I was running around like a lunatic, shouting for my father and the fire didn’t stop,” You peered up at Bucky to see him smiling, as if it was one of his fondest memories. “one jackass decided to pour rum on my leg, yeah, rum. The asshole thought it would extinguish the flames but alas, it did not. By then the mixed chemicals were already singing off my skin and I ended up with a third-degree burn, it was much bigger what it seems now, much bigger, it was so, so painful, as well.” Bucky grimaced as he looked down at the scarring.

Well, Bucky, it definitely isn’t ugly, I assure you that.” You smiled up at him, your fingers still dancing around the seams of his beautiful flaw, and you felt him shiver at the contact. You pressed a light kiss on his jawline, lingering a bit longer than usual.

Are you trying to give me a love bite, Miss L/N?” Bucky teased, his voice low and drawn out as his head tilted sideways, giving you access to the soft and stubble skin of his neck and jaw.

Hmm, maybe, Captain Barnes, though one does not know how to do such a thing.” Your comment didn’t surprise him, but he pulled back to look at you anyway.

Would you like me to show you, angel?” His blue eyes gazed down upon yours as he spoke his words, his tantalizing bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

You were unsure of what was to come, but you nodded your head anyway. You knew Bucky could sense your nervousness, as he pulled your face closer to his and took your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna kiss you here,” one short kiss to your jaw, “here,” a lingering kiss to the area underneath your ear, which made you sigh only slightly, “and all round here, angel.

Bucky began to lather your neck with kisses filled with lips teeth and tongue, Bucky worked his mouth over the soft flesh, earning a sharp moan to leave your throat as you felt a wonderful feeling between pain and pleasure envelope your mind. He nibbled softly, his tongue soothing over the spots almost instantly, but you moaned aloud when he blew cool onto the dampened spot, and you subconsciously hiked your thigh upwards and over his strong one.

Bucky shifted and grabbed a hand-mirror from the nightstand and pointed it at you, gently tilting your head. Your jaw went slack when you saw a pinky-purple splotch on the side of your neck, though you didn’t get a chance to react because Bucky had gone back to attacking your neck with more and more kisses.

He bit down a harder on the spot over your jugular as your cloth covered heat made contact with his thigh. Bucky’s large hands left your hips and neck to grasp your bum, making you straddle his thick thigh.

You wanna rock them pretty hips against my thigh, my love? Hmm?” Bucky’s gravelly voice sent shocks right through you. “Let me show you how useful this big ol’ scar can be sweetheart.” His words could be deceived as innocent if spoken in a different manner, but they were so erotic you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

Oh, Bucky, I- how does this feel so g-good?” You dropped your head to his broad shoulder as his hands found your bum, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading your cheeks so you ground down harder onto him and so he could feel almost all of your heat against the sensitive skin of his scarred thigh. He paid no attention to the erection that tented against the large blouse adorning his body, his focus was on you, your body, your facial expressions, and most of all, the feeling of your damp little pussy grinding against him through a barrier of thin cotton.

You felt the pressure on your clothed clit as it dragged against the rough skin of his thigh, the knot in your stomach tightened further and further, making your legs quiver over his and your hips stuttered so badly that Bucky had to guide you himself, pushing you down a little bit harder, making you splutter out a moan.

Bucky’s eyes met yours and he could see that there was no colour left - your pupil had blown so wide he could barely see any of the pretty Y/E/C that usually resided there.

Mhmm, keep rocking your hips my love - the contact of your pussy against me might just send me over the edge alone, God.” He pulled your neck down so he could press his mouth to yours again, your moans and gasps giving him access to explore your lips and tongue with his tongue.

One of his hands drifted over your loose blouse and cupped your breast, squeezing it gently and his thumb grazed over your nipple through the thin fabric.

Are you gonna cum, angel?” You hummed against his mouth, overridden with euphoria and pleasure. Bucky took a moment before using his hand that was on your breast to part your lips, his tongue brushed against yours and he sucked it slightly, making you grind your hips hard into him, resulting in that final tug in the knot of your stomach to release.

Unngh, Bucky- Fuck- Captain-” You groaned loudly, you swore the ship rocked again as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

That’s it, kitten, just ride it out. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Did it feel good, my love?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from arousal and it made the slick wetness of your heat coat the insides of your thighs.

Mmm, yes, B-Bucky it was… wow.

Do you feel a bit better now? A bit sleepy?” He shifted your legs so they were fully straddling his waist, you felt his hard erection press against your stomach and sighed. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you mumbled in thanks and pressed a lazy open-mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking slightly.

Bucky gasped at your bold movements, feeling your soft plump lips suck at his neck, then your teeth nipping gently and your tongue darting out to sooth the red skin in little strokes.

You raised your head to him, lids heavy with post-pleasure. “Mhmm, I just gave you a love-bite Captain Barnes, and it’s almost as pretty as you.

Your arms hooked around his broad shoulders again, trying to bring yourself closer to him, you kissed him slowly and softly, but your clumsiness got the better of you, making you fall down on top of him, your chest pushing against his firm one as you sat on his waist. With this angle, you felt his hardness completely against you, but you were so tired you hadn’t caught yourself falling asleep on top of him, your wild hair fanning behind you.

Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.


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