screams i am so done with this

My Favorite Fanfic, Ever

“You Know They’re Gonna Think You’re Lovers, Right?” Has ended and can I say, wow.

i’m kinda copying my comment but just This story was beautiful and heartbreaking happy, it made me laugh, cry, feel so many emotions all at once. I am in tears right now. I love how this story gave me closure, im sad to see it go but its done its finished I feel complete. I am so grateful that story like this for this ship, fandom, the world basically exists. it is painfully accurate when it goes over so many mental disorders and it doesn’t flat out copy the same feelings I felt for the actual show. I would describe it as the ending most of us needed/wanted.

If anybody from the Dear Evan Hansen fandom hasn’t read this, I beg you to. Even if Kleinsen isn’t your thing, it’s still a heartwarming/breaking piece of writing that the whole fandom should read. (fucking tumblr wont let me hyperlink)

And just 1000000x thanks to @neglectedrainbow for being an amazing writer.


Playing with a lazer and a cat – Voltron level

WELL, @klanced made me do this sketch ; and then @loveanimationfan came up with this idea and…

Here is the Lance & Blue comic I promised !
Omg I spent way too much time on this …
I really LOVE to draw Lance & Blue <3 My fav paladin & Lion.
(And yes, Paladins playing with their lions would be the cutest thing.)
(I will definitely draw more lion stuff.)

[ 00 - 01 - … - Halloween special - christmas special ]

Darkness Manipulation, Tactical Analysis, and one hella smooth voice.

Better late than never! Introducing Jumin, the team’s financial support and dark magic guy. His powers come from that little purple cloak (or so he claims, but he probably just wears it to look cool)! He can manipulate shadows easily, making him a formidable enemy at night, and has extensive knowledge over all sorts of malicious and deadly spells. He also has a cat, because no proper wizard is ever without one, right?

Also, bread shoes is an inside joke between me and @omelette-douche-fromage. I grew so frustrated drawing his loafers that I screamed “i hate bread shoes” right at her face hahah rip me. She laughed so hard I think she almost died. 

The day I apparently broke the internet! From Dallascon16

So I have come to learn that quite a lot of people have seen this photo and only about half know the amazing story behind it. So I thought I would finally tell it here on tumblr!

I had bought a mishalecki photo op ticket on the Thursday before the convention but had absolutely no clue what pose to do, until it hit me. I am a hug Misha fan, and every time I have gotten to talk to him I am usually sarcastic and try to match his wit. I also love Jared, he is like an actually giant puppy. Anyway way the whole fandom knows that Misha had bragged about how flexible he is, well I am quite flexible too. Just as flexible as Misha actually,lol! So then this pose came to mind. I knew it would crack Jared up and it would give me a chance to show off some skill. I didn’t want to many people knowing what pose I was going to do because I was afraid volunteers might not be keen on the idea or I just wanted it to be a surprise.

So I was third or so in line for the photo and Misha and Jared set the tone pretty quickly with their entrance that screamed fun and sexy. Half the people in the room knew what pose I was gonna do and the other half didn’t. When it came my turn I walked up to Jared and Misha, I had to repeat it twice but for the sake of just retyping the same things I will write once.

I stood between Jared and Misha, looking at Jared while I kept Misha in my sights. I said this, “ Hey guys so I am going to do a pose you have never done before. (They began to smile; I then gently put my hand on Misha’s chest to direct Jared’s attention) See I am more flexible than Misha is, (Jared chuckled, Misha looked curious) so I am going to do a reverse table top yoga pose and I want you two to arm wrestle on my stomach. Look as extreme as possible, got it!?” I had to repeat this twice, but both were smiling and went ok, I have a feeling they were still confused, that was until I hit the ground. I heard half the room gasp,slightly, and the other half sorta whispering. From above I heard Jared and Misha go at the same time, “OH”, they had finally understood. Jared actually signaled for Chris to do another picture because he realized they both were not ready when the photo was taken, I am so glad he did cause it turned out amazing.

As I started to come out of the pose Jared helped me up, which was basically pulling me 3ft into the air, I am 5′2! He went, “Damn girl that was kick ass!” and gave me a high five. I told both of them thank you and started to walk away when Misha decided he was not done with me yet. Misha gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He leaned in so close to my face I could feel his scruff and he whispered, “ Your not more flexible than me.” As I turned to look at him he gave me the Casifer grin and winked. And to put the cherry on top of me walking away I started smiling and wagging my finger going, “No no no no no”, and the damn music stopped. Misha and Jared chuckled and I left. Later that day I showed Jared the photo, he cracked up laughing and decided to sign it, even though I already had his auto. I was like Jared stop and he went, nope I am signing this. He also signed it with AKF.

There you have it, my crazy story!


okay now i know i’ve already giffed this scene like 3000 times and already done this exact rant but it’s come to my attention that maybe people aren’t aware of my feelings re: the greatest kiss of all time? This kiss changed my goddamn LIFE. My acne? gone. My crops? watered. My gpa? raised. My depression? cured. My suicide? postponed. this is my rant about this kiss from a year ago but here I am, still screaming about it!!! The tenderness?? The way they lean it???? That look of total bliss as they pull apart?????????? The soft hand in her hair??????? i am so upset okay okay okay anyway this is the most iconiquè kiss of all time. know this

Feels Like Coming Home

I can’t even quite put into words how excited I am to be sharing this with you. 

This story has been a while in the making, but really took off a couple of months ago, and has consumed me. I only hope I’ve done it justice.

There are so many people I have to thank. My writing group chat has been so supportive, screaming with me (and occasionally at me) as I churned this thing out, and it made all the difference. I have to thank a few people in particular: my darling @littlebabyruth for her ongoing support and enthusiasm, not to mention her psych-picking; my wonderful @annie-pie for her med picking and support and encouragement; the always-lovely @nottooldforthisship for her enthusiasm and the amazing edit she made. And the biggest most amazing thanks go to my sweetie @realitybetterthanfiction for her beta work and support. This also brought me a new friend, daysundercover and I am so thankful to have gotten to know her better, not to mention I’m so grateful for her impromptu beta work!! 

And without further ado:

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

Explicit - 60K

Read it here on AO3! (And please, check the tags carefully!)


A/N: Request from anon. A lot of depression and angst here but I’d say it’s fluffy too. It worked well with that idea I had in mind, so without further ado… enjoy!

Words: 1662
Warnings: angst, depression

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anonymous asked:

Oh my god im so dead after bellamy's scream. What do you think he thought/felt in the moment and what do you think he's going to do next?

short answer: he’s going to be dead inside my dude

long answer: oh man, i wasn’t even gonna publish this, i just quickly wrote it for @wellamyblake, but it holds all my Feelings about what bellamy is experiencing. SO, HERE, HAVE CLARKE COMFORTING BELLAMY.

Clarke finds him in the same room they made the list in. He’s sitting on the couch, bent over with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his face.

Every part of her is instantly relieved to have found him. “Bellamy,” she says quietly. He doesn’t lift his head. “I heard what happened.” Her voice breaks a little. She can’t believe it herself– Octavia, gone.

She expects him to tell her to go away. To shout at her, to do something. but he doesn’t. He just sits on that couch. He doesn’t look up. It’s like she’s not even here.

Heart-rate quickening, Clarke approaches him, sinking onto the couch next to him and putting her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Bellamy?”

He still doesn’t respond.

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if you’re going to leave, that’s fine.
and I know you promised you wouldn’t
seven months ago while I was crying
into your neck but I also know that
sometimes it rains even when it’s not
supposed to and sometimes boys
kiss girls they shouldn’t and we tear
flowers out of the ground just to watch
them die and things change,
so I understand if you’re done,
but please, when you’re packing all your
old sweaters and books, don’t forget
to take all your three AM phone calls,
and photographs where we’re smiling
so wide it looks like we’ve never known
that feeling in the pit of your stomach
when someone screams “I don’t love you
Take back every kiss, every night you
fell asleep next to me, every poem I
wrote you, every song you sang to
me, every “I love you more fight,”
every shock I felt in my skin when
you brushed against me.
I was never scared of ghosts until you
left but now I see you everywhere and
god if you’re going to kill me please
just do it quickly because I see you
in everything and it’s making it hard
to breathe.“

Patater Week - Day 5

Feb. 10 - Social Media Shenanigans – Jeff kind of wishes that he didn’t know Kent and Alexei apparently sext each other through Snapchat pretty regularly. 1.3K

“What the hell are you doing?” Jeff asks, a towel over his head as he enters the locker room.

Kent doesn’t even look remotely embarrassed as he pulls his shirt down and pockets his phone. “Sexy snapchatting my boyfriend.”


Alexei Mashkov likes his men blond, shameless, and a little stupid, he supposes. There’s no helping taste.

He shouldn’t be that surprised when, that night while marathoning Game of Thrones by himself, he gets a notification that he’s received a snapchat from Kent. When he opens it, he nearly drops his phone and spills his cup noodles all over his crotch.

Miss you lots babe, when you coming to Vegas??? Providence is no fun, the caption says. The Kent in the photo is lying down on what seems to be super soft blankets, the picture taken from the up-down to showcase Kent’s exceptional abs all the way down to his low waistband. He has an actual finger in his mouth, like he’s trying to play coy. It’s clearly sent to the wrong person. 

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anonymous asked:

My sisters been sending your (amazingly) written metas, but I'm still confused as to what "Performance!Dean" is. Could you explain? ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Hi! Thank you!

Performing!Dean is a tag that many of us use to explain the way that Dean portrays himself to the outside world, suppressing parts of himself that he doesn’t think should be outwardly shown.

It’s a form of SUBLIMATION (a psychological term meaning to repress emotions / a part of oneself), a term which he actually uses in 12x05.

It’s a great example. The writers KNOW that we associate Dean’s love of pie with women / being comfortable / the home and family feeling, and cake with the repressed side of him (it is repeatedly used in this context, Dean really wanting it but never allowing himself to have it or just nibbling at the edges). It’s quite a famously known concept.

So… when Sam asks Dean if he wants pie and Dean says no, which basically never happens, when Sam then looks so DONE and starts talking about how Mary is gone and… (the implication being he is about to mention Cas being gone too)… then Dean says nope nope I am FINE and Sam FINALLY calls Dean out on it, saying “Dean, it’s called SUBLIMATION”.

Originally posted by castielamigos

And Dean finally relents and says “Yeah, its kinda my thing”. (And then later in the diner he is seen to have eaten a whole slice of cake in front of Sam and no-one makes a big deal out of it….)


Because THIS is Dabb again taking what has been IN THE SCRIPT and in the show for 12 years and building on it, making it BLATANT. Because we are building to endgame now, SPN isn’t likely to last past season 13-14, so the character arcs that were set up in season 1 (and 4 for Cas) need to be tied up, so we, the audience NEED it to be made obvious when it has just been in the subtext. THAT IS WHY SO MUCH IS SO BLATANT THIS SEASON. Ie Performing!Dean, Destiel, Sam and the MoL story, Mary being the catalyst for Dean’s self acceptance arc and Sam’s self forgiveness arc around Lucifer (which I think will be much more blatant next season re: Jack as his mirror).

With Performing!Dean it started to be made a bit more obvious since Sam told Dean that he was ‘kind of butch’ and people probably thought he was ‘overcompensating’ in season 2 but it still stayed subtext, Dean checking out a few guys here and there, only really getting with women when he was having his ‘I’m going to go to Hell and need comfort’ or ‘Sam is dead, Cas left’ moments or since he met Cas, whenever Cas had left, making Dean feel crappy and rejected or had just DIED, using it as a coping mechanism, even blatantly role playing in season 9 after he feels so bad about kicking Cas out of the bunker etc to the point that in 12x18 it is so blatant that this is what it is about, they even have Dean saying outloud that he is settling for Sam’s omelette mere seconds after clearly having settled for the waitress because she wasn’t what he really wanted on top of all the other give aways…

Anyway, it’s not just about his sexuality or feelings for Cas, there are many other aspects too, and those are the ones that are cemented in seasons 1-3. Most of these seem all to stem from John and if you see snippets from John’s journal it makes sense.

John says he is proud of Dean when he kills monsters, womanises, drinks etc etc. So guess what a young impressionable Dean learned was the best way to act in life?

Now, over the years bits have come out here and there. Every time we see Dean with a sexual partner he has been the submissive one, he is clearly an extremely giving lover and very caring. He is not a dude bro womaniser at heart, he cares for all the women he sleeps with enough to be kind and gentle with them, even the waitress in 12x18 who really he doesn’t REALLY CARE about, she’s just a coping mechanism, but he is still extremely sweet with her.

He drinks for years of course, he is a functioning alcoholic for most of the show, but lately he has switched to coffee… unless something really bad is going down. Like when we saw the empty bottle in his room in 12x19…

He listens to old rock music because it reminds him of his mom and dad, not because he is a real metal head. Yeah absolutely he loves it too I’m sure, but really it’s the emotional pull. And we haven’t heard him do so since 12x07. Just saying. He also admits to liking Taylor Swift in season 10, after firstly saying HELL NO, same with the cucumber water in 12x07. It’s not the music or the water or whatever as such, that is absolutely NOT what we are saying is making us feel Dean is bisexual or has a hidden side to himself, its the fact that he HIDES it first then admits to it afterwards, that is the essence of Performing!Dean.

When Sam drinks the cucumber water, no-one batted an eyelid, that means nothing to us, because Sam is super comfortable with who he is in THIS respect, even though he carries guilt etc, but that is another subject. But because Dean made a huge deal about how uncool and basically unmanly it was, after all we know of him over the years, THEN went and drank it anyway, saying “shut up” when Sam is like “seriously?!” THAT is where the Performing!Dean meta comes from. And Sam is the same as us, he doesn’t care if Dean is bi, or if he likes Taylor Swift or cucumber water or WHATEVER, what he DOES care about is the fact that Dean feels the need to hide it from him.

There are so many small points along the series that point to a lot of Dean’s persona being fake or exaggerated and how sometimes Sam knows and sometimes he doesn’t, it would be funny if it wasn’t tragic.

Deep down Dean Winchester is a soft, kind and generous soul who just wants to be loved and to help people.


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So yeah, the fact of the matter is that Performing!Dean has been there all along, since the PILOT, over the years it has been showed to us that it exists then some of the walls have started coming down. If anyone dares to tell me that Performing!Dean isn’t a thing (which I was told earlier this season, lmao) then I will kindly point them towards 12x11 and 12x22.

Also, let us not forget that even though 12x11 was mostly an exposition for Performing!Dean when he lost his memories, again harking back to the HEART is the person, NOT their memories theme of the season, we also were given the golden snippet that DEAN RODE LARRY BEFORE HE GOT WACKED WITH MAGIC. This is to show us that Dean’s walls are coming down this season. When Sam called him up on it in a way that seemed to be taking the piss, Dean, rather than attempt to deny or tell him to shut up actually embraced it and gloated about how GOOD he was at it. ATTA BOY DEAN!

With the resurrection of Mary and Dean’s near - complete death experience it seems that Dean got to the point in season 12 where he just didn’t want to hide from himself anymore and so let these walls down further, there were small snippets of this in nearly EVERY episode. 

12x11 was the exposition for casual viewers to see this side of him more clearly (in the same way that 12x19 was for Dean and Cas’s clearly more than platonic relationship, which will not be built on with HUGE LEGO BRICKS since Cas died), and now with the grenade launcher as a metaphor, Dean literally blew down his walls in 12x22. The culmination of this story was his confrontation with Mary where he explains WHY he always had this facade, because he had a shitty childhood, had to be a parent to Sam and that it wasn’t FAIR and he didn’t cope with it well at all.

So. There we have it. Performing!Dean is REAL, it was there ALL ALONG, we were RIGHT in seeing it because it is confirmed in 12x11 and then addressed and to some extent dismantled in 12x22, and the meta idea that the grenade launcher is associated with Performing!Dean was ALSO used.

Just… wowzers.

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

I don’t expect Dean to suddenly act completely differently now, he won’t, there are just some aspects of him that will be slightly more obvious or he won’t hide certain parts of himself. He still isn’t completely done with this, as Jensen himself said that there will be more of this to come in season 13…

I expect him to perhaps once or twice order a slice of cake or an ice cream sundae, to listen to the radio and not turn it over if a pop song comes on, to be more open with his feelings towards his family (and yeah, Destiel is a part of this for sure), a nice turn around but also not jarring, because it’s just a PART of Dean, not his whole self, a lot of what we see is really fully him, so it’s not that he is going to completely radically change!

Anyway, its all very exciting as the metaphorical death of Performing!Dean is just a part of what most of us see as a positive endgame for TFW and it is all looking pretty good so far :D

“I done told y'all about talking to me when you see I’m on the phone”

“Sleep over who’s house? Have I met they parents?”

“You better be wrapping it up! Don’t bring home no baby, cause I ain’t raising no more kids!”

“Do you have McDonald’s money?”

“Why y'all keep screaming in my house!?”

“Child I know you see me watching this show…whatchu want now!?”

“So why am I getting calls from your teacher while I’m at work…go get me a switch…”

Lol add more if y'all think of any!

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 4 A/B/O

A/N: WOOHOO! Part 4 is here! I will be posting part 5 in a couple hours when I get off of school today! This chapter was supposed to be part 4 and 5 together, but I had to cut in in half cuz Tumblr was like “lol nope!” 😭☹️ I hope y'all like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Warnings: Smut. Swearing. Fem/Fem.


The scream you let out echoed throughout the entire tower and it was driving Bucky insane.

“Damn,” Sam laughed as he poured himself another cup of coffee. “Nat’s really putting in work, huh?”

Bucky cringed. He was having a difficult enough time already trying to block out your screams of pleasure and he really, really didn’t want to talk about it. But being the condescending little shit Sam was, he made sure to bring it up every time he entered a room. If it weren’t for Steve, he would’ve strangled the man by now.

“Are they still at it?” Bruce gawked as another scream echoed throughout the halls. Everyone at the table groaned. It was seven in the morning and they really didn’t favor hearing sex sounds at breakfast. It was gross.

Steve rested his chin on his hand, his eyes dropping closed. Bucky honestly felt so bad for his best friend. His room was right next to Y/N’s, which meant he probably got only a few minutes of sleep before he was woken by the screams. He ended up coming to Bucky’s room and hogging all the covers just like back in the day.

“I am so done with my life,” Tony sighed dramatically as he bit into his toast. He looked like hell –well they all did, but he looked by far the most drained. “How long do heats usually last?”

“Three days.” Wanda yawned, resting her head on Vision’s shoulder. She blinked rapidly to fight the exhaustion that crept onto her. Even Vision was falling asleep against the chair.

Three entire days Bucky would have to put up with this. That is if he can. He didn’t want to say it, but realistically, he was dangerous. They all were, but not like him. Bucky was a much older alpha, which meant his ruts were twice as strong. There’s a reason most older alphas are too old to uh…engage in any sexual activities. They’re body is supposed to age, meaning their testosterone would go down as well. No testosterone, no ruts.

But unfortunately for James Barnes, he was a hundred years old trapped in a twenty nine year old body and his testosterone levels were twice what they should have been. Bruce really had no idea how to explain it to him, so he just flat out said it was Hydra’s fault –which wasn’t entirely untrue.

So here he was, a genetically modified alpha in rut in the same building as a delta in heat. That was a giant recipe for disaster or unplanned pregnancy.

As much as he used to want it, Bucky wasn’t exactly in any shape to be around kids. He could barely take care of himself right now, he didn’t need a little mini Winter Soldier running around here as well. Not to mention, you probably didn’t even want kids. He’d never be able to live with himself if he did that to you.

Bucky just wasn’t worth all the hassle.

With an annoyed sigh, he planted his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands. Even though it pained him, he hoped that Nat would take care of you. You didn’t deserve to lose your virtue over this.

He should have never came here.


Natasha thrusted her hips faster, creating the most delicious sensation as her core rubbed against yours. She threw her head back, savoring the feeling of your heat against hers. Her nails raked down your breasts, creating angry red streak marks. But you loved every minute of it. In fact, you craved it.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she asked, her voice trembling as she reached her own orgasm.
You nodded your head furiously, your mouth open in a silent scream. She peered down at your blissed out self with pride. She loved watching you orgasm, her name coming from your mouth in nothing but a scream for everyone to hear.

“Oh my god, Natasha!” you cried out, pulling harshly on the sheets that you grasped onto.

After your orgasm subsided once again, she collapsed on top of you with exhaustion.

It had been a solid three hours since the two of you started going at it. As soon as the door closed behind her, she wasted no time ripping the sheets from your body and sucking orgasm after orgasm from your body. You had no idea how many positions she pulled and put you into, all you knew was that your heat still hadn’t died down.

In fact, you felt even hotter now.

Natasha craned her neck to look at you, a hopeful smile on her face. But when she felt you rutting against her thigh, desperately trying to chase another orgasm, she frowned. To be honest, she was growing worried for you. You should’ve been okay by now, all her omegas never lasted this long. Yet here you were, completely unaffected by her attempts at satisfying you.

“Are you a robot or something?” she groaned, resting her head on your shoulder. Her blue eyes stared into yours.

She was disappointed, but not with you. It was a giant blow to an alpha’s self-esteem if they couldn’t satisfy their partner, and honestly, she was feeling a bit insecure right now. She’d never let you know, but it was eating away at her.

What did Bucky Barnes have that she didn’t?

She was twice as dominant as he was. Even more so when it came to sex. She was known for giving her complete attention to her omegas. She was pretty darn good at this, but for some reason it wasn’t enough when it came to you.

And it kind of hurt.

You stared up at the ceiling, completely unresponsive and it scared Natasha a bit.
Your hair stuck up in different places, giving you the perfect sex hair, but you weren’t in post mating bliss like you should’ve been. You looked so miserable. The sheets had been shredded in the process of your love making, your body was covered with little love marks that she left –especially between your thighs. You looked thoroughly fucked out, yet you weren’t.
The sound of the door creaking open pulled the read head from her thoughts.

“I’m coming in,” Pepper called out, shielding her eyes with her free hand. “Please cover yourselves, ladies. I don’t want to have to bleach my memory out after this.”

Natasha let out a snort before gathering the ripped sheets from the floor and spreading them out onto your bodies, making sure all your lady bits were covered before giving Pepper the okay. Pepper entered the room, holding a tray of food in her hand. Food sounded so great to Nat right now. You hadn’t eaten in an entire day, which was a bad sign for someone in heat.

“How is she?” she asked, setting the tray down on the night stand. Nat let out a sigh and dropped her face into the pillow. She murmured a response, which came out in a small inaudible sentence. Pepper raised an eyebrow. Nat turned her face to the side and peered up at her.

“It didn’t work. She’s gonna need Barnes.”

The older woman peered down at you, running the back of her hand along your forehead, wiping away the sweat. You were burning up now, way more that you were yesterday. Your eyes stayed on the ceiling, completely unaware of everything going on around you.

“Y/N,” she said softly, running a hand through your hair. “I know you don’t want to, but you’ve gotta eat something. It’s not good for you to starve like this.”

She grabbed the metal fork and stabbed the piece of orange on the plate before bringing it to your mouth. You didn’t budge one bit.

She sighed again, setting the fork down on the tray. The last thing she wanted to do was force feed you or force anything on you, but you were malnourished, which was the worst thing to happen during a heat. If you didn’t eat anytime soon, you’d go into shock. As much as she hated the idea of bringing a strange man in here and mating you, it was the only option. You could die.

If only you were an omega.

By now, Nat had collected all of her clothes and redressed herself. It wasn’t obvious, but the hurt in her eyes was there. This was probably a first for her. Pepper felt so inadequate as well. You were her mentor, the closet thing she had to a daughter and she couldn’t provide you with a safe alternative. She literally exhausted all of her options.

Dr. Strange was currently in Australia on business and wouldn’t be reachable until he got back, which could take days. You couldn’t wait that long.

Pepper stood, covering you better with the sheets before walking towards the door. She gave Nat a small, apologetic smile as they left the room.

She prayed that you would forgive her for this. You and Tony.


Pepper was high, Bucky was a hundred percent sure of it.

Or at least on some other mind altering substance, he didn’t know for sure.

The main goal was to keep him and Y/N apart, but now she wanted them locked in the same room for an entire day. Not only was that a terrible idea, it would surely get him killed as well. Tony would probably behead him on sight if you somehow got knocked up.

Speaking of Tony, why wasn’t he here? Shouldn’t he have a say as well? You were his successor, so it was only reasonable.

He interrupted her rant, by putting down the weight in his hand rather loudly. She jumped, taking a step back from him.

“You don’t seem to understand,” he began, peering up at her. “I’m not doing anything without her consent. That’s the one rule.”

Pepper ran her hands through her hair in frustration.

“She’s going to die, Bucky!” she argued, her eyes wild with fear. “Do you not understand that?”

Steve stood silently beside his best friend. He promised to provide a completely objective insight with minimal subjective opinions, but he couldn’t help the fear that was eating away at him. Steve always had the utmost respect for a woman’s consent. Hell, he even refused to patch up Wanda’s broken rib that one time until she gave him the okay. But this was a life or death situation and completely preventable. If it was Peggy in there, he’d risk it all just to make sure she saw another day.

Pepper was right.

“Buck,” he chimed in. “She’s got a point.”

“You’re saying I should go in there and take advantage of her?”

“No,” Pepper countered. “We’re saying you should go in there and save her life.”


You couldn’t comprehend the slightest bit of information that Pepper was giving you. The only thing you could focus on was the burning arousal between your legs. You weren’t exactly all hot and bothered anymore, you just ached. And you ached for only one person, no matter how much you tried to take your mind off of him. He was there when you closed your eyes each time you tried to rest. You just hoped he at least shared the same problem.

“- going to help you out, okay?”

If you weren’t so exhausted, you would’ve asked her to repeat herself, but you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted this to end. Two entire days you’ve been in this room, delirious from your heat. It was torture, but you were just glad they found a solution.

The sound of the door creaking open and closed shook you from your thoughts.

You heard the footsteps growing closer to the bed before halting a few feet away. Pepper looked up at the mystery person and gave them a small reassuring smile before getting up from the bed.

“Make sure she eats something, okay?” she asked, patting them on the shoulder. And just like that, she was gone.

Immediately, you began to panic internally. Who the heck did she leave you with? If it was Sam, you’d legit scream your lungs out. Steve was a nice guy and all, but you were still sore from being hit by his shield. You still couldn’t believe he did that! Why didn’t he just pull you away like a normal person? Who even does that? You made a mental note to get him back for that.

Oh god, if it was Tony you’d literally kill him. Even if you ended up in jail. He was practically your dad when it came down to it. You loved him, but not like that!

You felt the bed sink in beside you and you reluctantly opened your eyes, expecting to see any one of the people you just imagined.

“How are you feeling, doll?”

-FIN! ❤️


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Try to Intimidate my disabled neighbor? I'll make sure you get dropped by your sponsors.

So this ended about four months ago, and still makes me happy whenever I think about it. This might be long sorry.

I’ve lived in this apartment complex about a year or so and it’s pretty nice I suppose. My next door neighbor is an older lady who happens to be disabled. While I don’t know the actual extent of her disabilities, I know she needs help from time to time and If I’m around I try to help. She’s really sweet and about once a week she’ll make me a plate of something homemade to eat since I work nights and really don’t cook. Her pork chops and fried cabbage are 🔥.

We both live upstairs and she uses a wheelchair but she can walk up and down the stairs slowly, and if I’m around I’ll carry her wheelchair down, but her daughter usually does it. Her daughter picks her up every morning on her way to work and takes her to this community center everyday so she can get out and socialize and such.

This is where this guy comes in, I like to call him Young Douche. YD is your typical piece of shit in that he is super obnoxious in everything. He drives a suped up Subaru that’s really loud and plays his music so loud I can hear the bass from upstairs. Also he likes to park in the one handicapped spot. Our apartments management is super shitty and they don’t get involved with anything and refused to get involved with this.

Now before he moved in my neighbors daughter used to park in the handicapped spot to pick up her mom, but since this dickhead started parking there she’s had to park in front of his car so she can get her mom. I tried to be nice and left a note on his car but nothing really changed but it was no big deal at first.

One morning I’m asleep and get woken up to this guy just holding down his horn non stop. My neighbors daughter had parked in front of him and he couldn’t get out. When I looked outside I could see him get out and start harassing both my neighbor and her daughter.

I could hear him talking shit so I put some pants on and walk outside and see dude all in the daughters face. She’s like 4'9 so he’s looking down on her like he’s gonna punch her, then my neighbor tried to calm him down and she put a hand on his elbow and he slapped her hand away hard.

I saw that and ran downstairs but as soon as I opened the gate and he saw me he backed off and got back in his car then started honking his horn again. I waited there until they​ left, then he left, not before he flipped me off while driving away.

So at that moment I knew I had to fuck with him. My other neighbor knows him and told me about dude. Apparently he’s big in the custom Subaru scene and he does shows and shit with his car all the time. He has sponsors that sometimes give him parts and they use his car in their ads I guess.

Anyway It took me awhile to come up with  some good revenges so I’d do simple stuff. I had expired milk in my fridge because I really don’t drink milk often but I like cereal occasionally and just had some, so I’d start putting a little bit all over his car when I got home. After awhile you can smell rancid milk all over it. But that wasn’t enough.

I needed a real big Fuck You so my other friend found out he had this big show coming up and dude had a photographer come and take pictures of him with his car. The night before the show​ I go to AutoZone and get the shittiest Decals and bumper stickers I can find and spent about an hour and a half putting these all around his vehicle. When I was done it looked horrible. I even did a swastika of Honda, Ford, Lamborghini and Fiat decals on his hood. While nothing I put wouldn’t permanently damage his vehicle, it would take hours to take it all off.

So about 6 am when I guess he was going to the show I hear screaming. He’s yelling so loud that some other neighbors go outside and see what’s up. When they see it’s him they laugh and go back inside.

He then called 911 and they show up but it’s not like there’s anything they can do. Then the cop actually gives him a ticket for parking in a handicap spot without tags then they left.

Apparently he had to make that show for his sponsors or else they were gonna drop him, supposedly he was hard to work with and it was the straw that broke the camels back.  

Now even after all that, dude STILL kept parking in the handicapped space. Eventually when I got home from work I’d just start throwing trash on his hood. I once threw a chocolate shake at his windshield.

Seeing this car in the handicapped space every night really pissed me off for some reason. Anyways he eventually moved out . Still hate that guy though.