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not really an ask nut i wanted to say your jaxter posts give me life and your artwork is amazing

omg i hope you don’t mind me posting this but this LITERALLY means the world to me…. i fucking love jaxter so much and i have it to thank for meeting my wife too so it’s like ogmdfogdfkjg when other people like my own stuff it makes me really happy!!!!!

thank you so so so so so much omg!!!!! have a little jaxter doodle i sketched last night

An Owed Debt- Bucky x May (oc) Chapter 11

Authors Notes: So, I was feeling pretty down about my writing the other day and I decided to release the swarm and it left a trail of angst and violence. …Prepare yourselves.

Notes/Warnings: Omg, so many… I’m sorry.  Terror, angst, use of guns, needles, loss of senses, violence, rage, torture, blood (so much blood), death. If I’ve forgotten anything please let me know and I’ll add it.

Originally posted by nutmeg2080

  May was groggy and sore. Her whole body hurt, especially her head. Her bed jumped and her skull banged against the metal that she was strapped to. She opened her eyes to see feet and shins around her, at least 4 sets. And guns. Rifles, decked to the nines with lasers and attachments that did only who knows what. The barrels were pointed down inches from her head and body, easy to get on target should their handlers need them to be.

 May realized, at the next bump, that she wasn’t on a bed or even a table. She was on the floor of a van. Truck? Vehicle. There were no windows, no way to tell what time it was or to catch a glimpse of her surroundings. They were moving her, taking her somewhere else. Had she done something wrong? Where were they going? …How long had they been driving?

 May moaned from hitting another bump, or maybe a pot hole, and a guard poked her with his gun and shouted something in German that sounded threatening. Of course, to May, all of German sounded like a threat. Still, she tried to keep quiet.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.