#but i wanna believe if he absolutely needed to; he could secrete a more potent version of it and coat his weapon w it

[cerealmonster15]

[Wakes up in a cold sweat] wh o would dañarte and char choose in the brother/island question

FJKSLJFKLDS WH- HUH- 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 HMMMMMM

ok we are going w/the timeline where dañarte gets BANISHED from RSA and is in scarabia so per THE RULES he cant pick jamil or kalim.... and char uhhhhh well for funsies i also want to pick nrc students so 😌 [otherwise he'd probs pick che'nya his beloved bestie] [unless theyre in the same rsa dorm??? idk how their dorms work!!!] [and dañarte would not pick any of the currently known rsa characters anyway LOL i think he Hates Them All so far]

so HMMMMMmmmMMMmmm i think it might differ for the island vs brother question actually! i think for char at least, for the island question he'd want someone reliable and trustworthy, and for that i think he'd pick someone like vil or maybe lilia! he sees them both as people who are very strong and dependable and have a lot of life experience, and are more than what one might initially think about them at first glance. i think char has a lot of respect for them! my first choice was gonna be vil but then i remembered lilia and tbh i cant choose lol!!!

and for char's brother question i think he'd pick a first year bc he wants to be a good big brother 😭 tbh i think he'd like to care for any of the first years BUT i think he might actually pick someone like jack or sebek fjkslfjsdl because theyre the most like. tsundere Feelings Resistant, and he sees that they have a lot of hidden love in their heart and wants to help them EMBRACE IT and LEARN NOT TO FEAR THE FEELINGS!!! and maybe their grouchiness reminds him of a young dañarte, and he wants to help them out before they're too far gone 🥺

now. speaking of dañarte. bitch boy himself lol. tbh if he wasnt in scarabia i feel like for the island question he might have similar line of thinking as leona and idia here lol, that kalim would get him rescued faster by Being Important and that jamil would be the most Useful and Tolerable, but sucks to suck buddy thats against the RULES!!! oh actually maybe he would pick leona. i think he wants someone who is not going to Annoy Him and who can get shit done... hmmm but would dañarte be able to see past leona's lazy exterior and even be aware that hes like, really smart and capable fklsjeklf i cant believe the day has come where im making a case for leona but alas, it's true 😔 my other thought was malleus LOL like someone he'd know is strong and important and can pull his own weight. he doesnt wanna babysit a first year otherwise he mightve picked jack but i think he sees too much immaturity in the baby squad. man this is so hard when dañarte doesnt like anyone LOL i need to put this beast in more situations WHO DO YOU TALK TO, DUDE!!!!

brother question. hmmm.... damn i couldnt pick just one for any of these bc im torn between ruggie and azul LOL Hear Me Out,

ruggie - independent and fellow shitty schemer. maybe their interests dont align much, but he likes that ruggie's willing to play dirty and for easy incentives like money or food lol. would probs want to use that to his advantage to get ruggie to back him up on SCHEMES and maybe learn some sneaky secrets from him lol.

now azul jskfldksjjel listen LISTEN- half of dañarte's potental story existance is to stress azul out via jamil bc i love drama. yes. so in this timeline i think Azul Does Not Like Him and dañarte is well aware of that klfsjkelfe BUT he thinks it's funny. he's doing it on purpose. i was saying to myself "yeah hed absolutely not touch the fish, no fish club fuck the tweels fuck azu- wait actually-" i think if he picked azul it would be for psychological warfare purposes 😔 he could Bully Him More and learn his secrets and coerce him into schemes, something something useful contracts magic. theyre fellow schemers but dañarte doesnt like to play nice about it LOL

[johnkrrasinski]

Daylight; 

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader 

Word count: 1,721

Warning: FLUFF!!!! just two people being in love!!! but a little angst on bucky’s part though. (dont worry it’s got a happy ending) 

Summary: bucky has his own unhealthy ways to deal with his demons but your love heals and changes him. 

a/n: this one was inspired by @promptlywritingideas‘s prompts and i just immediately thought of bucky because i’m a soft ass bitch when it comes to bucky barnes. also! yes, i did use a lyric from daylight by taylor swift bc this song is literally everything alright, please listen to it if you haven’t. it’s the most reviving song ever. also, credit to @seedaylight​ for this lovely picture! 

The bead of sweats rolled off Bucky’s forehead to his neck, his shirt and the floor, constructing small ponds of indignation that was left masked, unspoken and obliterated. At least that was what he had been aiming for as long as he could remember. The battered punching bag stayed robust and resilient despite the vigour of Bucky’s punches. The bleeding on his knuckles cracked through the split skin due to the brutal strikes.

But he couldn’t stop. The pain from the wounds still couldn’t compare to the demons haunting his mind. The ghosts in his dreams that refused to let him have his peaceful rest at night are the reasons why he was in the empty gym room at 3 am in the morning instead of being curled up in the warm sheets with the divine figure snoring next to him.

The silence of the solitude eased his mind, feeling like he was given the space and seclusion that he always yearned for. He was certainly grateful for what he had been given now; a lavish compound with excellent amenities and exceptional technologies, a ragtag group of people that had welcomed him with open arms and accepted him as part of their cluttered makeshift family, a much higher and noble purpose that allowed him to utilize his cursed, undesired superpowers for good and lastly, the foremost one out of all; you.

You, a blessing in his life that he never once imagined he’d ever get have in his long, agonizing life after all the wickedness he had committed. You, who loved him and believed in him anyway, even when he had lost faith in himself centuries ago. You, who permitted him to touch you in the most intimate manners and you, who were willing to be devoted to him even when he felt absolutely undeserving of your goodness and loyalty.

Bucky was a grateful man. He should’ve been. He was, it’s just- there was still a part of him that didn’t return and died in the ages of his Winter Soldier days. The days where he was merely a damaged soldier, a fractured puppet doll on a string, just waiting to be torn apart and stitched back together again just for the sake of more murders and more crimes.

He was slowly recovering though, each day, when he got a taste of your lips, when he watched you slowly wake up in the morning light, when your limbs were tangled within each other, that you couldn’t figure out where he began and you ended. But just because he was happy and he was grateful, doesn’t mean that all the sins of his past catching up to him would spontaneously combust in the blink of an eye.

He had his own baggage and he was going to deal with them. Most days, especially when he was surrounded by the love of his life and his makeshift family, he would pretend that all is well and healing was all there was. But at night, he’d slowly lift her arm that was circled around his waist off of him and quietly snuck out to his favourite place to be at midnight.

So that’s how he ended up in this sweaty state in the middle of the night. His mind recalled the fragments of memories during his Winter Soldier days that he fought to forget but they were stronger. It was faint and distant but, it still lingered in his mind like it was just yesterday.

The faces of his victims before he shot a bullet right through their skulls loomed. Their begs for mercy echoed in his ears. And the guilt consciously devoured his heart alive, like a cobra swallowing its feeble prey.

“Bucky…?” The delicate voice alerted him out of his tumultuous daze.

Bucky halted and turned his body around to the entrance, where you were standing in a plain white tank top and your bottom shorts with a wool cardigan hugging your form daintily. You looked so endearing in your half drowsy state, as you rubbed your eye, whilst trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. You always preferred being in the dark, after all. Beaming lights always hurt your sight.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”

“I was looking for you. I got cold and I wanted to cuddle.”

He approached you deliberately with his boxing gloves still on, “go back to bed, alright? I’ll be up with you in a minute.”

“No, I’m not going back to bed without you.”

“I can’t, y/n.”

“Why?” It was a futile rhetorical question. You knew better than anyone why he was here.

“Y/N, I-”

“Oh God, Bucky, I love you. But this has to stop.”

“Y/N, it’s not that- I’m sorry but… what?” He was uncertain whether he got the last part right.

The truth is, Bucky knew he loved you since the first moment you courageously approached him like he wasn’t one of the deadliest assassins in history. He loved you the grace of your smile, he loved the way you mindlessly danced to your favourite song and the way you’d make silly jokes that he rarely understood to comfort your dearest teammates.

But within the six months you had been dating, you and Bucky hadn’t said the three special words yet to each other. You were taking it slow, knowing that you could trust and be honest with each other, and that you’d always have each other’s backs, whether it be on missions or in secret moments. So you didn’t feel the need to rush what you had, fearing that one might scare the other and destroy the precious plants that you both watered until they turn into an entire garden together.

“What?” You were just as puzzled as he was. You somnolent state of mind didn’t realize that you had just blatantly declared the most potent three words to him when all you intended was to break him off his deleterious habits.  

But the truth was, you really did love him. You had loved him before you even realized it. It took you a while to fall in love with him, but before you and Bucky finally stopped playing around and acting coy with your real emotions around each other, you had possessed this profound affection for him like a lifelong childhood best friend.

The way his kind baby blue eyes always nudged your soft spot… It always pulled you in like you were walking into a house and you just suddenly knew that you were home. Familiar and warm. That’s what you always felt with Bucky around you. Long before he was even yours.

So when you mindlessly uttered those words, it felt like second nature. Something that just felt so natural to your lips. Bucky walked into your life with such rare sincerity and your heart welcomed it with wide, open arms.

“Those three words… Say it again.”

“…Has to stop?” You shot him a questioning look. It took you a few seconds to realize what you just said. You were starting to panic despite your sluggish state. It’s like Bucky’s question was a wakeup call and it jolted you awake like icy water thrown right onto your face without a warning. You could not believe you were clumsy enough to let the three worlds roll out of your lips.

Oh God, alright, quick, think of something clever, something rational, something that could undo what you just recklessly spurted-

“No no, the words before that.” Bucky quizzically assessed your face.

“Pretty sure I said ‘this has’ before that. I mean, I don’t know,” you scratched your forehead like a kid lying to her teacher about forgetting her homework. “I don’t really remember much, it doesn’t matter anyway, I was half asleep and I was just babbl-”

And then, you felt silky plump lips slamming yours in the most jovial way. He deepened his kiss with his massive hands grabbing your face so delicately as if he was holding a fragile china doll. He caressed your cheek with his thumbs as if he was memorizing every feature on your seraphic face.

He retreated and stared lovingly into your widen eyes. It’s not like it was the first time he surprised you with a kiss, but it’s the unheralded reaction that you thought would’ve been the doom for the two of you. You thought you might’ve frightened him away but it was rather the exact opposite. From the smile on his face, he seemed rather fond. “I love you too.”

Your lips were slightly agape. “You do…?”

“Yes, I do. It took me a while to say that because I thought you weren’t ready to hear it or say it back and I don’t wanna scare you or make you feel guilty so I thought I should wait. But I guess, I don’t have to anymore, now.” His eyes sparkled.

“But we still need to address one thing though, you can’t keep doing this. Every night, you’d sneak into the gym and break your knuckles instead of talking to me. I want you to be honest with me. I want you to trust me. And if we don’t have those then, love is just an illusion.”

His face that was gleaming turned into a frown. There was that sealed off look and hesitation on his face again.

“I’m not asking you to cut yourself open and let me see everything. I just need you to try to let me comfort you instead of hiding in the dark and bleed yourself out every midnight when you should be in bed with me.”

“I’m a work in progress doll, but for you, I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

And you made a vow to your heart as well that you would walk with him in the murk, no matter how excruciating and dull the road to recovery is. And you would hold his hand and guide him every step of the way. Because there’s no one else you’d rather share the torturous nights and the mundane days with than him. You would rather share countless arguments and overflowing tears with him than to spend a single peaceful night with someone else.

Because that was the love of your life. And you didn’t wanna look at anything else now that you saw him.