there's nothing i can do about this

Is that a flower crown?

So this is for my dearest @sammyisapuppy, for her Sammy fluff challenge.

Im not the best at this fluffy stuff but I tried and I hope y'all like it or at least tolerate it.

word count: lots 


You heard the bunker door close loudly, no matter how quietly Sam tried to close it it always seemed to echo off the tile walls and wake you, announcing that Sam was back from his run.

This time the door wasn’t what woke you, this morning the moment Sam left you were up and hurrying around the bunker to organise everything for Sam’s birthday. Sam’s birthday was your favourite time of year, you can spoil him recklessly and theres nothing he could do about it. Last year you took him to the aquarium, before that camping and hiking God knows where and before that to Powell’s city of books. This year you’d found the sweetest field of wildflowers and thought you could pack a picnic and just relax in a field all day reading and eating. You packed a little basket of sweet fruits, pastries, cupcakes and lemonade and hid it away in the back seat of your car with a few blankets.

Just as you came back into the library from the garage the door closed and you saw a sweaty Sam making his way down the bunkers metal steps. As he reached the bottom step his face lit up as he saw you, “oh hey… what are you doing up this early?” he said as he wrapped an arm around you and began walking you down the hall towards your room. “well I don’t know if you’ve forgotten but it just happens to be someones birthday” you beamed up at him before breaking away from him just to burst a party popper above his head to rain down on him. He convulsed with laughter as you began quickly kissing every little bit of skin on his face before he trapped your head between his hands and passionately kissed your lips, as you parted you whispered “happy birthday” before you kissed him again. “Go shower you stink” you laughed as you pushed him towards the door, he laughed in response kissing your forehead as he made his way to the bathroom. It constantly amazes you how someone so rough can be so gentle and soft, he deserves a rest, he needs to relax. You looked through the little shared library sam and you had created in your room, purely for fiction, no monsters, no research. You were looking for something Sam hasn’t read yet, but with how busy he’s been with ugly monster research he probably hasn’t had time to even look at good book. As the shower turned off you shoved a handful of books into your bag and sat cross legged on the bed waiting for Sam to come back. At this stage you think you’re more excited for Sams’ birthday than Sam was.

He strolled back into the room in a towel never failing to make you drool, he looked at you again with that sweet little dimpled smirk and pulled on the classic Winchester ensemble, jeans, black tee shirt and your favourite red flannel. He flopped down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down with him, cuddling into his side the soft flannel on your skin never failed to make you feel safe and at home. Before you both fell asleep you got up and pulled him with you “come on lets go out” you said before walking into the bathroom to shove your hair up into twin buns while he put on his shoes. You skipped out go the bathroom and grabbed both of Sams hands and lead him to your car “where are we going sweetheart?” he tried to whisper as you walked through the halls and into the garage, “oh you know thats not how this works” you chuckled as you both got into the car and started driving to the little field you found when you got lost on a case late last year. You gave Sam free reign over the radio, as you both began to talk about nothing and singing to your favourite songs.

The sun shined a gentle haze over the field and the wind swayed through the trees and the flowers as you stopped the car and began to pull the basket and blankets out of the car. As Sam stretched out, no longer cramped in the car he looked towards you and uttered “so whats your plan, kill me? rob me? were in the middle of nowhere” you laughed loudly without any ounce of emotion in your eyes at his little “joke”but this soon turned to genuine laughter as Sam began imitating you really exaggerating you “Ha Ha Ha’s”. You threw the blanket at him and he noticed the little picnic basket you had in your hand as you started walking into the field of wildflowers, but he was right behind you and before you knew it he had taken the picnic basket and wrapped his other hand around your waist as you both negotiated on where to settle down.

You’d settled down and not after long most of the food was gone and you both ended up reading, you where laying in the sun with your head resting on Sams stomach with both your noses stuck in a book. You hardly made it though a chapter before you caught yourself staring up at Sam he looked so relaxed and content in the afternoons sun “Sammy?” you asked quietly, he replied with a soft grunt  and you continued “you look like a prince” you could feel him laugh under you “thanks princess” he said with a smile, you sat up and kissed him once before packing up a little while sam went back to his book.

You sat at his feet picking flowers and weaving them together into a chain. You’d just finished the final flower as Sam sat up behind you and looked over your shoulder “is that a flower crown?” he asked. You turned with a smile and  carefully placed the flowers on his head “for you my prince” you said as you kissed his nose. He smiled in awe and pulled you into is lap as he took a deep breath and began to babble about how how lovely the day had been but then he looked straight in your eyes and said “really Y/N thank you, this has been perfect. I really do love you honey” before you could reply the rest of your plan came into action as the familiar rumble of Deans baby rolled up next to the field. “whats Dean doing here?” Sam asked almost disappointed that you now had company, “don’t worry, I’ll be right back, stay here” you got up and almost ran towards Dean. You got to baby and Dean was more than eager to unload the present that you’d both agreed that Sam deserved. You reached into the car for your hands to be attacked by the tongue of the golden retriever puppy you’d adopted.  Dean waved across the field to his brother laughing at his flower crown before getting back into the impala and driving away again.

Sam was standing when you got back to the blanket and his expression almost mimicked that of the puppy, it was a pure innocent excitement “oh god you didn’t” he said in disbelief as you sat down with Sam and the puppy. “its a girl and she’s all yours, whats her name?” you asked him, you played with the un named little puppy as sam thought of a name. He smiled and looked up while scratching the little dogs tummy “honey”, “yeah” you replied “no honey” he said a little more insistently “what?” you responded he chuckled a little before clarifying “the puppy, we should call her honey”. Deep down you loved the name but you couldn’t help saying “I thought I was your honey” with a fake little pout “aw no you’re my princess” he said in response kissing your forehead again, you laughed a little and whispered “happy birthday, my love”.

since trans day of visibility is coming up in a few days (march 31st), i figured i’d make a list of advice for cis people commenting on/reblogging people’s posts/selfies?

  • do definitley like and reblog and tag and comment on our posts!! its what TDOV is for! show your support for the community by showing us some love
  • dont post any selfies if ur cis. today is not about u
  • if ur gonna comment about how great someone looks, great!!
  • just make sure u use the right pronouns/descriptors. most people put their pronouns on their selfies, but if they dont its easy to check their bio to see if they have them! 
  • also dont say stuff like “wow ur prettier than I am!!” bc that implies that u think cis ppl are more attractive as a default, so its insulting and patronising
  • if the post is one with pics from multiple stages throughout someones transition, pls dont say “its not fair u get to be hot in both genders!” because thats cissexist n transphobic and adheres to the “used to be a X” rhetoric and erases people with fluid genders and implies that cis ppl inherently deserve to be hotter/better 
  • go thru the tdov tags!! spread some love to all of us (not just conventionally attractive and/or passing people)
  • its not only selfies either. lots of ppl post some really cool content so dont miss out on that either

thats all i can think of rn. feel free to add on if u want

EDIT: okay so lots of people have said things along the lines of “im going to post selfies and theres nothing you can do about it” or “i want to post selfies anyway” and like. cool. whatever. im all for celebrating urself with selfies. just,, dont make this day about you okay? like keep out of the tags and dont make it an ally thing. and to the people who want to post selfies just because its a trans ppl day and for no other reason: fuck u

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Do everything by hand, even when using the computer. If [hand-drawn animation] is a dying craft, we can’t do anything about it. Civilization moves on. Where are all the fresco painters now? Where are the landscape artists? What are they doing now? The world is changing. I have been very fortunate to be able to do the same job for 40 years. That’s rare in any era. —  Hayao Miyazaki 

Please don’t be stupid writers. Please don’t be stupid writers. Please don’t be stupid writers.
—  Me, as I watch and speculate about every TV show ever
Genuinely caring about somebody a lot, does not guarantee they care about you equally (or at all) in return. Some people will never care about you regardless of what you do or say. So don't assume somebody appreciates you just because you do nice things for them.

This is something that I unfortunately didn’t learn until well into adulthood - It may sound obvious when its spelled out, but when you’re in the actual situation its not always so clear. Most of my life I thought if I really cared about somebody a lot, then they must care about me to some degree in return. It always felt like that connection was so strong it had to be mutual, even if the obvious signs showed otherwise. Despite certain people treating me like dirt and rarely reciprocating, I would do everything I could to make them happy. I would go out of my way to help them, say & do nice things for them, encourage them, etc..with the assumption they’d eventually show their appreciation for me being in their lives. I’d think “how could they not care about me when I make it so obvious how much I care about them? If I just keep trying they’ll come around”. This was especially true for people who maybe showed signs they cared at some point in the past, but weren’t anymore.

What I’ve learned over the years is that a lot of times that reciprocal connection is imagined. The amount you love somebody does not always affect how much they love you back. People can and will use you and your emotions. And just because somebody may have once cared about you in the past, doesn’t mean they still do now or ever will again in the future…theres often nothing you can do to change their feelings through any good deeds or kind words.

I’m not talking about classic “nice guy” syndrome. Not the crush who friend-zoned you that you’re desperately trying to win over by being nice when there should have never been any expectation of feelings to begin with…I’m talking about people who you genuinely feel a meaningful connection with. Whether that be friends, family, or romantic partners.

I wasted a lot of time on people expecting them to suddenly start reciprocating my feelings and actions. I’d be convinced I could win people over (or back over)…including bad friends and former relationships…if I was just nice enough to them and let my feelings be known. Looking back I should have cut my loses far sooner. I should have focused more on finding people who not only cared about me, but wanted to make me happy in return.

Its important not to assume somebody appreciates you just because you love them and do good things for them.You can waste a lot of time and energy focusing on people who will never really care no matter what you do.

anonymous asked:

like.. a lot of thedailypayne's posts about last night got thrice the amount of notes they usually get when they're about liam's solo career so yeah... Also, I saw a lot of people saying they love him SO MUCH, but if you scroll down their blog you see nothing about him, like not a single time, and then you see them claiming theselves fans and insulting him. There's a lot of bitch ass people in this fandom smh I just hope liam will get a better fanbase once he releases his music

how

could

you

not

love

him

even

a

little

bit

????

his vocal range and the things he can do with his voice alone shows how much of an impressive singer he is

he cares so much for his family and friends while constantly thanking and appreciating the 1d fans for all the support the boys have had for years

Liam James Payne is a Godsend

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HIRUNAKA NO RYUUSEI LIVE ACTION MAZUME CLIP 3 - “LOVE TRIANGLE, DECELERATION OF WAR!”

Mamura: What are you doing?

Suzume: Nothing, it’s fine. Let’s go!

Mamura: You don’t need to worry about her now, we’re dating after all. 


  • mazume clips: 1/2/3/4
  • shizume clips: 1/2/3/4

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  • Translations: beaux-mont

Please credit if re-translating or taking out from source.

goodbye (kind of)

Don’t get me wrong I’ve been fed up with the phandom since I joined this god awful place. I’m sure people have wanted me to leave anyway, so here you go.

I wonder what dan and phil really think of you all. Surely they must know all the dumb and disrespectful shit that goes on if they lurk as much as they say they do. Then again, i wonder… if they know how bad it is here, why haven’t they said anything? Why can’t they put their audience in check? I know everything is mostly light hearted and fun but it’s not fun for me anymore. The only people who think the phandom is a peaceful utopia are the ones causing the problems. Some people are too blind to see it and some people might even try to argue with me on this post. Go ahead, I’ll leave the phandom with a fight. One last round for all the wonderful times.

You don’t ship phan? You’re homophobic and you don’t belong here. Also you just want dan to yourself and youre labeling him as straight and (if you’re lgbt+) you’re faking your own sexuality to prove a point.

You write dan/phil x reader? You’re a cringey laughing stock. You’re also homophobic. You’re also a straight white girl.

It doesn’t help that dan and phil subtly use Phan™ to make their income. There’s nothing wrong with that, but i feel like it’s driven some people in the phandom to be entitled and rude and put them on a high horse. It just normalises their invasive behavior. It feeds their fantasies to the point where they become tinhats instead of shippers. To be honest, im fucking tired of it. Not of dan and phil per se, of their audience for being so dimwitted they can’t see the obvious fan service. Look on the bright side: two already successful, rich men are being more successful and rich.

Never have I met an audience more entitled and more bratty than this one. I can’t help but feel like dan and phil did have something to do with this, seeing as they never addressed the problems within their community. (I mean, dan tried to in 2012, but that year doesn’t exist!1!!1 meanwhile 2009 is hard hitting proof. seriously get over yourself.) It’s hard work, and I’m sure in Dan’s cynical eyes theres nothing that can be done about it, but it is possible. Look at jacksepticeye’s community. When do you ever hear about drama going on there? Do you see any type of hierarchy going on there? Now look at that phandom. I mean, throwing a fit because they slept on separate floors on tour?? Get over yourself. Accusing them of queerbaiting because they act like actual friends and roommates on camera?? Come ON. Sending hate to their friends? Are you really going to stoop that low, all in the name of a fictional ship? Even worse, when popular blogs send their followers on rampages when someone goes against the norm (the norm being shipping phan and constantly overanalyzing their every move.) It’s ridiculous.

Anyway, I could go on forever about the bad stuff in this place. I’d like to mention some of the good as well. I’ve come across plenty of wonderful people who have complimented me on my writing, people who have backed me up in the ‘not-shipping-phan’ thing. I technically got in my first relationship through this fandom. I have internet friends that I never want to let go of. I’ll always remember the people who sent me kind words when I went on hiatus.

Dan and Phil are a significant part of my life. They’ve gotten me through some tough shit, they’ve made me smile. I looked at their first book on the day it was released and was glad i didn’t kill myself. Dan made me feel less alone and more comfortable with my cynicism. Phil has calmed me and made me smile when i felt like the crying would never end.

But at the same time, they’re so aggravating! Why can’t they tell their audience to cool it? Sure, people will send sarcastically rude things to Dan and everyone will laugh and have a good time. But what about when people stalk their personal lives? What if either of them has a significant other and the phandom goes into a frenzy?

That’s honestly what’s kept me here for this long. There has always been a part of me that just hopes that they’ll acknowledge phan, or come forward with a significant other. I wanted to stick around to see that. But I’ve taken the phandom’s shit for a bit too long, and I’ve seen the phandom tear my friends to pieces. I cant take it anymore.

Sidenote: this blog isn’t going to deactivate. I’ll leave it up solely for the people who read my writing (if y'all are still out there lmao.) And I’ll probably talk about me and my girlfriend here, should i find the need. I probably won’t reblog Dan and Phil anymore. Not that it matters, I’ve been losing followers anyway. If anyone cares here are my main, jse, and aesthetic blogs. You can find me there.

Anyway congratu-fucking-lations, phannies. You win.

anonymous asked:

Cashier at an office supply store. Customer had me count out the 200 box of folders because she "wasn't sure there were really 200 in there" Also, why do customers complain about prices? Like, I can't mark down items for you just because you want to pay less? "But it's soooo expensive, there's nothing you can do about it? Not an employee discount or anything?" No. Fuck off.

Some blushy Pittoos for you fantastic followers (I’m not too sure how many of you also like Pit) just to say thanks for sticking with me till now! I’ve gotten some new followers too, and I really appreciate those who go through my entire blog to give a like to everything… it.. it really means a lot that you like my stuff!

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*request —> Anonymous said: Hello! :D Can I request love triangle between TY, Y/N, Jaehyun? …. I want it a bit angst please >< Thank you, sweetie :*

Originally posted by taeyounq

author’s note: 2,038 words. Part of the request was withheld because I didn’t want to spoil it in the very beginning.

You can call me biased as hell once you reach the ending, but sorry not sorry the anon had already picked who they wanted Y/N to be with, I don’t make the rules ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

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anonymous asked:

I need some spell advice. This fucking neighbour above makes a ton of noise and doesn't give a shit about people around. We've talked to him but it's useless and the police doesn't bother to come. He's snouty af and there's nothing I can do except magic. I don't want to randomly hex or harm him, I want it to be quiet. Do you happen to have a spell for this particular case?

Yeah, you gotta gum up his words. Not a particularly difficult thing to do, actually, and no need for a hex. 

When you walk by his door, discreetly put a little bit of molasses on it. Don’t let anyone see it, because you want it to stay. Just put a touch on. 

As you do, say “Confuto Vox” under your breath. 

And if that doesn’t do it. Write his name down and leave it in a jar of molasses using the same incantation. 

We’ll come back, and we’ll bring Hell with us.

Request:  ok so I’m pretty weird but could you do an imagine where Bucky and reader are dating and hydra capture her Bucky and Steve and to torture Bucky they tie him up and make him watch Steve fuck you (he has a mind control serum or something) and then you enjoy it because your senses are heightened and then right after you and Steve orgasm they let Bucky go and you collapse crying and you just hold each other because you’re both like broken emotionally sorry its so detailed I basically wrote a pic lol

Warnings: RAPE (IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED!) language.

A/N: I took out the enjoyed it part, because I believe it would hurt Bucky more to watch this, knowing theres nothing he can do to help you.

Originally posted by natpekis

Bucky and I have been together for about one year now, life is good. I love him more than anything, he loves me just as much. Steve usually forbids us from going on missions together, Bucky and I are very passionate about each other, and that transfers over to missions. Bucky would drop everything, mission included, put several other people in danger, JUST to save me. Steve learned that the hard way, so he forbade us from going on missions together.

However, this time we had to work together, as it’s just me, Buck, and Steve. It’s dangerous enough, we’re all needed this time.

To send the Winter Soldier and his girlfriend to a Hydra base, together, may not have been the smartest idea, I realize this now as I am captured and taken from my friend, and my boyfriend, they’ve sedated me so I can’t move, can’t talk, but I’m still awake. I can see everything. I can see Bucky drop everything, and sprint towards me. I can see the panic in his eyes. Then it disappears. A bomb goes off to my right, dropping the building in front of me, blocking Bucky from my view.

‘Fuck…this is it. This is how I’m gonna die.’ I can’t help but wonder if Steve and Bucky will be okay. I hope so…the drugs pull me under, and my vision fades to black.

-

When I come to, I’m tied to a bed by my hands and legs and my clothes are missing off my body. When I go on missions, I wear a g-string, as to avoid uncomfortable wedgies, and no bra. So, you can imagine my predicament.

“What the fuck..” tugging on the restraints, I find I am securely locked in place.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) are you okay??” I look to my right, seeing Bucky and Steve sitting on the ground, with their hands tied above their heads, still fully clothed.

I know my nakedness in front of Steve should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. My fear overpowers any feelings of humiliation or embarrassment I may feel.

“Fuck, (Y/N) say something, anything.”

“I-I’m okay, Bucky. W-Why am I naked?” He gulps, tugging on the restraints one more time, they’re so strong that even his metal arm can’t bust through it.

“I-I don’t know. They just told me that ‘this is gonna be a lot of fun.’”

Steve comes to at this moment, coughing.

“W-What, where are we? Buck?” I can’t help but wonder why, or how, they managed to get caught. Bucky probably risking everything, and Hydra probably expected him to do it, and was prepared for it.

When Steve realizes I’m basically naked, his face turns red and he turns his head. Still trying to reserve some dignity for me….whatever left I may have, at least. Before anyone of us can say anymore, an intercom comes on, a man’s voice speaking.

“Ah, welcome home Winter Soldier. We have a wonderful surprise for you today!” Bucky growls, pulling on the restraints again. Knowing this has something to do with me, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.

“You see, we know that you don’t work for us anymore, in fact, we’re not going to do anything to you. As soon as this is over, we’ll let you all go. You’ll just have to deal with all the emotional trauma with what comes with what you’re about to witness.” The door snaps open, almost like it took a button in a main office to open it.

Someone walks in, dressed in all black and combat gear. I feel even more exposed.

He walks over to Steve, and for some reason I’m even more scared.

He takes out a big ass needle, and shoves it into his neck.

“FUCK!”

“STEVE!” Bucky and I yell at the same time. Steve groans, and passes out. I don’t know if it’s from the pain, or the stuff in the syringe.

“Oh my God, Bucky, Bucky is he okay?!” Hot, fat tears drip down the side of my face.

Bucky is looking over at him, breathing heavy.

“Fuck, I don’t know (Y/N).” The voice comes back over the intercom.

“The fun will commence when Captain Rogers regains consciousness.” It cuts out again.

Now all we can do it wait, wait in fear and confusion.

“B-Bucky, do you know what that was?”
“No, (Y/N).” We wait in silence for another hour before he stirs. He brings his head up, and his face is hard and unforgiving. This isn’t Steve. The door opens again, another man coming in and walking over to Steve. My heart rate is off the chart, I can’t contain the terror anymore, tears continue pouring out of my face.

‘Is Steve gonna kill me? Are they gonna make my boyfriends best friend kill me?’ No, why would that be the case when I’m almost completely naked. Oh no…Oh no please don’t tell me they’re going to make him do what I think he’s going to do.

Steve walks over to me, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Now, the fun can begin.” The man, who was obviously the voice over the intercom speaks, before leaving.

“S-Steve?” I whimper, he’s staring at me with hard, predatory eyes. I don’t know who this is, but Steve is not in control right now.

Bucky tugs on the chains once more.

“STEVE! Steve, please. Please don’t do this.” Bucky seems to remember what’s going on. He seems desperate to get his attention.

‘What’s about to happen to me?’

“STOP! STOP THIS! I’LL COME BACK TO HYDRA! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST PLEASE DON’T HURT HER!” Bucky is on the verge of tears, and I’ve never seen him so heartbroken. It makes me believe my chances for survival are slim. Bucky never loses his composure.

“We don’t want you anymore, Soldier. We just want to watch you suffer.” There’s that voice again.

Steve comes up to me, pulling out a pocket knife from his utility belt. I can almost feel my heart beating out of my chest, my eyes are hurting from focusing so hard. The only thing running through my mind is, he’s going to slice through my skin. He’s going to stab me, this is going to be a slow, torturous death. Was Bucky forced to do this?

However, the pain, that pain at least, doesn’t come. He slices through my G-string. The only piece of clothing protecting myself from being bared to the whole room.

“Oh God no, please Steve! Please don’t do this! I know you’re in there, Steve..you don’t want to do this…” Sobbing, I tug on the restraints one last time, obviously to no avail.
Bucky shouts, trying to get his attention elsewhere but me. It doesn’t work. Steve unzips the fly on his stealth suit, before pulling out his already stiff cock. I turn my head, I don’t want to see what’s about to happen. I look at Bucky, I’m about to be raped…by his best friend, while my boyfriend watches. This torture is meant for him…but I know Steve will hate himself for the rest of his life when he comes back. I just turn off all emotion. I’m not going to give these fuckers the satisfaction of watching me cry. They don’t deserve it.

“Don’t worry, Bucky….it’ll all be okay.” That’s all I can get out, before Steve shoves himself into me. My body wasn’t ready. My mind might have been, but it doesn’t mean it helped with any pain. I bite my lip, drawing blood. Squeezing my eyes shut, I don’t want Bucky to see me like this.

Steve isn’t as long as Bucky, but he’s just as thick. He beings a rough, fast, unforgiving pace. My body begins to adjust. I still don’t enjoy it, but at least it doesn’t hurt anymore.

After 15 minutes, Steve finishes. He pulls out, tucks himself back into his suit and goes to sit back next to Bucky. Bucky can’t even look at him. He’s staring at me, a few stray tears had fallen from his eyes, and down his cheeks.

Steve falls back into unconsciousness.

“I-I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” He chokes on his own saliva. His heartache hurts me more than anything Hydra could ever do to me.

“Don’t be sorry, Bucky. It’s not your fault.” I force a smile at him. Bucky hangs his head, his body shaking with sobs.

-

Another two hours pass, and I’m starting to think the torture is not over.

My fears are thankfully not realized, as the restraints holding Bucky and Steve snap loose, releasing them. I sob, thankful that this nightmare is almost over, hopefully.

Bucky runs to me, yanking my hands loose from the restraints.

I fall limp into his arms, crying. He hold me, letting me cry into his shoulder.

He helps me dress, back into my catsuit.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry…” I sniffle a little more, wiping my eyes.

“I don’t blame you, Bucky. I love you, forever. But your best friend could use some help too…” Bucky holds no ill will towards Steve, he goes over to him and helps him up, as he’s still unconscious.

The doors open again, and we are released. I know what you must be thinking, why would Hydra let three of the Avengers go like that, when we are so weak? It would be so easy to kill us.

Well, nothing would be more victorious to them, then to watch us do the walk of shame. They won.

This time.

-

After we get to the tower, we’re all taken to the med bay, Steve will be fine. A full blown rape kit is done on me, to determine if I’ll have any injuries. I have vaginal tearing, and am given an antibiotic to prevent infection.

Bucky holds me, he’s never left my side the whole time since we’ve been back, and I can’t see him letting my out of his sight for quite some time.

Steve eventually comes to.

“W-What? Where am I?” He sits up quick, but the medic comes and rests her hand on his shoulder.

“Lay back, Mr. Rogers. Your brain went through a lot of mental trauma, you need nothing more than to rest.” He turns to look at his surroundings, realizing he’s in the tower, he relaxes a bit. Once he makes eye contact with us, his memories must have came back.

“N-No…no, (Y/N) Please tell me I didn’t…” I shake my head.

“Don’t Steve, please don’t do this to yourself.”

“B-Buck..” His eyes well up with unshed tears. Bucky lets me go and stands up to walk towards Steve, bringing him into a brotherly embrace.

“It’s okay, punk. We’ll get through this.” Steve rests his head in his hands.

“H-How can you forgive me?” Bucky runs his hand through his hair.

“B-Because I was forced to do this to women they interrogated too…only..they didn’t get to survive. I don’t have any room to be upset.” I’m shocked to hear his confession.

He had to rape women when he was the Winter Soldier? I don’t know why I’m shocked, it shouldn’t come as a surprise.

Steve and I don’t say anything, we just let it go.

We’re down, but we will get back up. And we’ll bring hell with us.

TAGS: @marvel-fanfiction

anonymous asked:

Fuck customers that continually complain about something that's out of your control, even when you repeatedly tell them that there's nothing you can do

Customer: “Your store is not located in a place that makes me happy!”

Employee: “Well then, let me put on my cape and tights so I can superman this bitch right on top of your house if that’ll make it more convenient for you.” -Abby

anonymous asked:

I've honestly been in such a good mood since dnp have been on vacation. it has nothing to do with me, but seeing them enjoy life, especially in Singapore, a place very special to me, just warms my heart. I usually have really bad anxiety, but it's been more controlled since they left and there's definitely a correlation

honestlea? mood. the time differences give me a reason to wake up in the morning and it gives me a reason to actually be excited about waking up so i can absorb whatever romantic stunts dan and phil pulled the night before