#they could never make me hate you joaquin

[cuban-cigars]

A few months ago I read this little story about Joaquin visiting his estranged mother and older sister and omg loved it because THE ANGST and now I can’t find itt 😭

Also this gif is lowk funny and how I feel currently

[mashmouths]

so i started this show and it just gets worse and worseeeee not only did it lift the romance subplot directly from twilight (and not well) but they also are trying to play the forbidden love angle hard in the fantasy racism vein except it's a "cross-species" relationship between the two whitest people i've ever seen in my life and there are three people of color in the whole (first season of the) show who aren't villains and it seems that every other episode (and sometimes ebery episode and sometimes twice an episode!) there is a man physically or magically subjugating a woman and i keep waiting for the big reveal at the end to be stolen from fucking rainbow rowell

[buckets-and-trees]

Test Play

Title: Test Play Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Game Designer!Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Sequel to Perfectionists. All hands on deck around the clock as SHIELD has to put in some extra work in order to get things ready for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East, especially if they want to beat out HYDRA's new pending release. What will that mean for the new development between Bucky and SHIELD's top tier tester when there doesn't seem to be time for sleep, let alone... whatever this is?

Content/Concept Warnings: gamer AU; strong language; SMUT: vaginal fingering, cock warming; beefy Bucky who is soft but a menace

Notes: THE FIRST OF MY PROMISED ANNIVERSARY SLEEPOVER FICS! Also crossing off:

Catching up on @buckybarnesevents WEEK FOUR of Hot Bucky Summer: Free Week: suggested cock warming

Seventh square of @buckybarnesbingo C3: FREE SPACE - seemed fitting to couple it with HBS Free Week

When I wrote Perfectionists, I really didn't think I had more story to tell or that these two would get as much love as they did...so this is something I'm very excited to share for part of my Anniversary Sleepover event!

A/N: AND THANKS to @rookthorne who helped me with a bit of gamer lingo and encouraging these two and literally @vonalyn’s expertise in knowledge of the gaming industry! Chi especially not only steered me in the right direction, but you were so generous and indulgent of my inquiries!

story divider by @sgt-seabass, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies

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Steve looked over from his desk to see Bucky’s fingers tapping anxiously across the way on the corner of his desk, chin propped on his other hand, staring – glaring, really – at the clock on the wall. As the leads on the new Avengers story release for SHIELD, he and Bucky were on hold until the feedback from the latest round of testing hit their inboxes.

“You good?” Steve asked. None of them were great right now, but Steve felt keenly the need to make sure as captain of this crew that everyone was at least good.

The glower turned to him. “I’m fine, just… hate waiting.”

The icy blue stare didn’t faze Steve – he knew it wasn’t for him. “Maybe there are some preliminary notes we could get a jump on. Do you want me to go check on her progr–?“

“No, I’ll go,” Bucky cut him off and stood abruptly in the same second. He was out of the engineering and design lab before Steve could even respond.

Steve frowned.

Nat and Sam had gone down to consult with the marketing department, but Joaquin was still in the lab with him. “You know he hates these spots where there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do even more than you, Cap,” he quipped.

Steve sighed. “I know. But he seems even more worked up than usual, he’s never liked having to talk with the testers before now, but I guess desperate times…”

Steve went back to refreshing his inbox because there definitely were more things he needed to communicate back to the other teams, even if the other part of his work was on hold, so he missed the slight smirk on Joaquin’s face.

Bucky was on a direct path, not to be deterred by anyone if they were trying to get his attention in any way. As he came around a corner, he nearly collided with T’Challah, lead writer on the story design team.

“Barnes! My apologies!”

“Oh, no!” Bucky’s face turned a bright red. Anyone else and Bucky with his broad chest and hulking frame would’ve probably bowled them over. “That was all me.”

Though they’d worked together from time to time over the last year, Bucky still didn’t know him very well, but T’Challah was one of the few others at SHIELD Bucky enjoyed working with outside of his own team and he had a fair bit of respect from the man.

“On your way to the test room?” T’Challah guessed.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Guilty.”

T’Challah smiled. “I just came from there. From our conversation, I expect we’re closer than we hoped on getting this mode online with the rest of the release. She’s not done yet, but I think you’ll like what she has to say.”

You glanced over your shoulder when you heard someone closing the door to the test room. “I can not go any faster, I promise.”

You did a double-take and paused the game when you saw the giant gaming engineer who had ruined you a week earlier crossing the room. “Hi,” you breathed and returned the soft smile you saw on his face. You were glad it was dim in the room so he couldn’t see every detail of your expression, feeling flushed at the sight of him, and biting the slight edge of your bottom lip.

“Hi,” he returned warmly. There was a slight twinkle in his eye as his gaze swept over you. “What is this?” he gestured up and down as he planted himself down next to you, body angled to you and not the gaming screen.

You were cocooned with only hands sticking out from one blanket draped over your head and your shoulders and another wrapped around your legs. “It is Women’s Winter! I’m trying not to freeze in the extremes of corporate American summer air conditioning temperatures!”

Bucky laughed. He laughed around the team, but rarely around anyone else. And this? With you? This was still so new, but it was nice.

“Here, I’ll help warm you up.” Bucky settled in on the couch directly next to you. His hulking frame made the couch dip slightly beneath him, and that brought your cocooned self partially into his lap. He wrapped one beefy arm around your back and the other rested over your legs.

“Hi,” you said again, a whisper this time.

“Hi.” The dimness of the room did not prevent you from seeing the heat that was building in his gaze.

That look made you want to squirm in the best way – to be writhing under him. He was so big you had to tilt up your head to look into each other’s eyes, but that was no problem. It meant a natural invitation for Bucky to lean down and capture your lips in a kiss.

Which he did.

The sweet greeting of the kiss, not having seen each other for a few days, melted away quickly into more. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth to him eagerly. It was hungry and demanding, and he pulled a moan from your throat.

And for some reason your brain switched back on, and you laughed breathlessly and pulled away.

“Buck, no.”

“Buck, yes.”  

He circled his arms around you completely now and burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, mouthing at the tender flesh there, a little nipping, kissing, and licking that had you moaning again.

The thud as the controller hit the floor reminded you again that you were supposed to be finishing the test play, not letting Bucky play with your body.

You jumped out of his arms and retrieved the controller.

“Buck, anyone could come in and see us! We’re lucky no one caught us the first time.”

The grin does not leave his devastatingly handsome face. “I specifically locked the door when I came in this time.”

You laughed but shook your head. “That was awfully presumptuous!”

His expression softened, and he reached for your hand. You let him pull you closer as he spoke. “It might have been presumptuous, but it wasn’t my only intention. I’ve been eager to see you, spend time with you. One night of fun last week and lunch the next day before the HYDRA shitstorm… that’s not all I wanted with you.”

He held your hand up and kissed your palm before pulling you even closer. You melted into him as he circled his arms around your waist, your blankets having pooled at your feet. One of your hands threaded into his hair, the other wrapped gently around his neck. He turned his head, resting his cheek against your front, and you felt and heard him take in a deep breath and then exhale slowly. You felt that energy mirror inside of you as well.

You didn’t think he had only used you for one hot night of pleasure – the hours spent wrapped up in each other on the couch after fucking, and then waking up in your own bed the next morning to a text already waiting asking if you wanted to get lunch had said a lot – but it had not been the week to jump into … whatever this was going to be. Ten days ago Barnes had only been the guy you had harbored a crush on and thought didn’t like you one bit since you had been professionally clashing for months as game engineer and game tester.

Literally while you had been at lunch, teasing him about his questionable choice of footwear, Bucky had received a flurry of Slack messages and then a call from Steve. They had intel on review notes from the beta release HYDRA had submitted to one of the first party platforms and Fury had decided to bring the Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval at the end of next week.

Meaning Bucky and the rest of his team had only by necessity taken any kind of breaks to sleep and refuel for the last seventy-two hours, you’d exchanged all of five texts, and had only seen him from across the main floor once in all that time.

So, this was nice.

Your Apple Watch buzzed at your wrist, and you groaned and pushed away from Bucky, hastily moving around to stand behind the couch.

“I’ve got to finish this test play!”

And you hit resume on the game, leaned forward, and planted your elbows on the back of the couch, getting back into the zone.

Bucky heaved himself over the back of the couch and closed in on you, caging you in on either side with his massive biceps, his big solid chest at your back.

“Bucky!” you tried to take a stern tone, but it was hard when you were relishing the measured weight of him against you.

“I’m not stopping you,” he murmured against the back of your neck.

“Bucky! Really!”

He shifted slightly and then you could feel the smirk of his lips on the side of your neck. He planted one hot kiss there, then said, “If you’re so damn good at what you do, keep playing.”

“Are you issuing me a challenge?”

“Just a chance to prove what a consummate professional you are.”

“Challenge accepted. You are an incorrigible menace,” you laughed.

“Actually, I’m cold.”

“You were judging me and my blankets not even five minutes ago,” you said, focused on the action on the screen.

While he remained hunched over your back, you felt him moving again, and you heard but didn’t register the sound of his belt unbuckling.

“Blankets? No,” he murmured in your ear, “I need you to warm me up.”

“Oh,” you moaned when his broad hand cupped your pussy.

“Think you can do that for me?”

He stroked firmly.

“Part of the testing is to see if we’ve got a game that captures the player’s attention, right? I’m just helping you test this aspect, see if a player can become easily distracted, lose interest – that’s the last thing we want.”

Slowly but purposefully Bucky undid your pants and you fought to keep your breathing even and your eyes open and where they were supposed to be as he pulled them down with your underwear. Then he nudged his right foot on the inside of yours to push your legs further apart while two of his fingers moved over your soft, slickening folds. Then he sunk his cock into you, and you both exhaled at the feel of him inside of you.

“How’s that?”

You let out a slight whimper.

“That good, huh? You’re never at a loss for words with that talented tongue.”

You elbowed him gently. “You really wanna play, Barnes? You tease that you just need some cock warming? You get me to break, and then you can fuck me however you like.”

“Oh, I can be patient. I’ll get you to beg for me to fuck you. We’ll see who gets desperate first.”

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Link to the List of Sleepover Games

[sydsaint]

A continuation of my last Santos fic

Summary: After over a month of avoiding Santos for what he did to Rey, the reader is forced to confront her former lover. Emotions run high as the pair air out their pent of feelings and frustrations.

It's been around a month since Santos made his shocking betrayal of Rey Mysterio and the rest of the LWO. And you've been adamantly avoiding him ever since. But when you have the same travel schedule and work the same nights/shows as the man you're trying like hell to avoid, things can get complicated. 

"Thanks for letting me borrow your curler, Zelina." You lean in the doorway of the LWO locker room holding Zelina's curler in your hand. 

"Of course!" Zelina nods. "Are you sure that you don't want to hang around?" She asks you. "You know that Joaquin and Cruz won't mind." She insists. 

You nod and flash a small smile at the pair hanging out further in the room. "I know." You assure Zelina. "But all my other stuff is in my locker room. Plus I kind of need some alone time to get ready for this match against Bayley later. You understand, right, Zelina? I know It must seem like I've been avoiding you this past month since I came back." 

Zelina shakes her head and puts a hand on your shoulder to stop your rambling. "It's alright, Y/N." She smiles at you. "I get it. You need some time to figure stuff out after what Santos did to Rey. Just don't forget that we're here for you if you need us, okay?" She reminds you. 

"I know. Thanks, Zelina." You lean forward for a hug. 

Zelina hugs you tightly before you head back to your locker room to get ready for the show. 

You make your way through the backstage area and say a couple of quick hello's to friends as they pass. You run into Kevin Owens backstage and strike up a casual conversation with him for a moment. 

"Y/N, hey." Kevin greets you with a casual smile. 

"Hey, Kevin." You stop and smile back at him. "Did you win your match in the US tournament?" You ask him. 

Kevin nods, clearly pleased with his victory. "I did, yeah." He confirms. "Don't you have a match against Bayley later? A number one contenders match, right?" He asks. 

"Mhm." You nod. "I'm just headed back to my locker room to get ready for it." You raise the curler in your hand. 

"Nice! I'm sure that you'll do great, Y/N." Kevin grins and pats your shoulder gently. "Good luck out there tonight." He adds before dismissing himself. 

"Thanks, Kevin." You match his grin. "And good luck with the rest of the tournament." 

With Kevin now gone you begin heading back to your locker room again. You round the corner and are met with the one man you are trying to avoid. Santos Escobar. 

"Oh! Santos, hello." You stop cold in your tracks. 

"Y/N, cariño. So I finally managed to catch you." Santos blocks your way to the locker rooms. 

You stare up at the man who betrayed your uncle and put him in the hospital with a solemn expression. You want to hate him. To loath him with every fiber of your being. But you don't, As much as you want to hate his guts. To call him every foul name known to man. You can't bring yourself to do any of it. 

"Please let me pass, Santos." You ask him politely, swallowing hard as you do. 

"Not until we talk, Mi Amor," Santos replies. "I've been trying to get you to talk to me for a month now. And you've been avoiding me." He reminds you. 

You cross your arms over your chest in order to seem more angry and disinterested in whatever game Santos is playing. "You put my Tio in the hospital." You remind Santos right back. "He had to have surgery on his knee!" 

"And yet, he seems fine," Santos replies. "Now, are you going to come with me so we can talk?" He asks you. "Or do I have to drag you?" 

"Lay a hand on me and I'll scream." You take a step back from Santos. 

Santos huffs and shakes his head. You watch him step toward you with an outstretched hand. "Y/N, come on, amor." He insists. "You know that I could never hurt you." 

"I never thought that you could hurt Rey either." You reply coldly. 

You watch Santos' jaw clench in frustration. He retracts his hand and steps back to his original position. "Y/N, please." He starts to speak up again. "Do you really hate me that much, Mi Amor?" He asks you, hurt written in his expression. 

"Santos you hurt my family!" You snap at him. "You betrayed our friends! And for what? What did you gain from it?" You ask him. "You hurt me, Santos. Is it because I said that we couldn't see each other anymore? Did I make you so upset that you had to find a way to hurt the people I love?" 

Santos' eyes widen at your response. He never meant for you to blame yourself for all of this. He loves you! Taken aback by your statement, he falls silent under your hurt and frustrated gaze. 

"Well?" You put a hand on your hip. "You've seemed so sure of yourself this last month. Now you don't have anything to say for yourself?" You ask him. "I'm done here, Santos." You manage to shoulder past him. 

You hurry off to your locker room with tears brimming in your eyes. Your heart feels heavy in your chest as you slam the door and lock it behind you. You hate this feeling. Why do you have to get so emotional when it comes to Santos? The two of you weren't even officially dating. And yet, being his enemy seems like the worst thing in the world. 

You do your best to collect yourself and get ready for your match with Bayley. Santos weighs heavy on your mind even when you're heading out to the ring for the match. Bayley seems to pick up on your distracted state and uses it to her advantage. She picks up the win against you and gloats to the crowd until you are out of sight backstage in retreat. 

"Damnit!" You curse the air once you're backstage again. 

Frustrated, you head back to the locker room to stew in your feelings for the rest of the night. You manage to just make it to the door when Santos pops up again waiting for you. 

"Y/N." Santos calls out to you as you round the corner. 

"Are you kidding me!?" You go off when you spot Santos lingering outside the locker room. "You! I lost because of you!" You shout at him, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. 

Santos pushes off the wall and watches you stomp his way like a bat out of hell. You reach his side and raise a hand to smack him but he catches it with ease. Pinning your arm back to your side, Santos takes advantage of your shocked state and kisses you. 

You freeze up when Santos' lips touch yours. His kiss is just as sweet as it's always been. A sensation that you can never seem to get enough of. He steps away after a moment with his defenses completely down, ready to accept any punishment you deem necessary. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Santos gets a word in before you have time to decide how you want to react. 

"I don't hate you, Santos." You reply quietly. "As much as I'd like to. I just can't bring myself to do it." You let out a heavy sigh. 

Santos shakes his head. "I'm sorry." He apologizes again. "This is all my fault. I'm a selfish man. I'm selfish because I want my freedom, yes. But only if I get you as well. And I know I can't have both." He bites his lip in frustration. "I want you, Mi amore. I love you. But I can't make you leave your family for a bastardized man like myself. You don't deserve that." 

In a bold move that you are surprised yourself by, you lean forward and capture Santos in another kiss. "I want you too." You whisper against his lips. "And I'm tired of pretending I don't." 

In a mess of sloppy and desperate kisses, you back your way into your locker room door and fumble around for the handle. Too busy with getting yourself and Santos locked away in the privacy of your locked room, you don't notice a shocked Zelina standing at the other end of the hallway. 

[mapsareforbraindeads]

watching the lyric theatre dntm production right now and light is genuinely the funniest character in this show. “oh!!! i’ve written a really thought out scenario… haha.”

musical!light yagami they could never make me hate you 🫶🏻 light has been such a silly little teenage boy in this production and i love it. i owe joaquin pedro valdes my life

[jemgirl86]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

I’m late as hell lol. Thanks for the ask twin! ❤️

Hmm okay, my 5 favorite fics that I’ve written in no particular order:

Stolen Moments

Summary:

“No,” Sam said, chuckling. “I don’t cheat,” he swept his gaze up and down James’ body, “even with guys who look like you. But, I’m bored and a little pissed, so if you wanna sit here and shoot the shit ‘til my man shows back up, I’m game.”

Never one to back to back down from a challenge - especially a challenge who looked like Sam Wilson - Bucky took another swig from his bottle and replied, “Sure, doll. I’ve got nothing but time.”

Or: Steve has Sam. Bucky wants Sam. Sam wasn’t expecting any of this.

Language: English Words: 98,826 Chapters: 20/20

Your Secrets are Safe With Me

Summary:

Bucky didn’t plan this in advance.

It wasn’t some sinister scheme he had been hatching for months in an evil lair or something.

No, Bucky wasn’t really a bad guy. He was just a guy who saw an opportunity and took it.

Or: Bucky does Sam a favor, and ends up doing himself an even bigger favor in the process.

Language: English Words: 5,451 Chapters: 1/1

You’re Blowin’ My Mind (With the Things You Say to Me)

Summary:

“Now you know I hate to get all in your business,” Sarah said, in lieu of a greeting, as she walked into the kitchen.

Sam’s resulting scoff was so loud she almost threw the coffee cup she was holding at him.

“Yeah, since when?” Sam shot back, not even bothering to look up from the table where he was working on Redwing.

“But,” she continued sharply, choosing to ignore his remark. “I think you need to talk to your boyfriend.”

“My what?” He spat, his head snapping up to stare at her.

“You know, your boyfriend,” she repeated, smirking over at him as she leaned against the counter. “The non-aging former assassin who pops up at our house on a regular basis. The same guy who drove an hour out of his way to Long’s Bakery yesterday just to get that cake you like, so he could bring it to the party. Your boyfriend, Sam.”

Or: After getting an earful from Bucky at the cookout, Sarah suggests Sam and Bucky have a chat... and they do.

Language: English Words: 2,137 Chapters: 1/1

We Need A Resolution

Summary:

“All in all, Bucky had been on his best behavior. That is, until Joaquin had shown up and latched himself to Sam’s side… the way Bucky was planning on doing for the length of the party. Sticking close to Sam had been the one thing that was going to make the evening tolerable. But the new Falcon had been in Sam’s face all night, stealing the spot that was rightfully his.”

Or: Sam’s throwing a party. Bucky’s just trying not to throw hands.

Language: English Words: 2,449 Chapters: 1/1

Things Were Lookin’ Grim, But They’re Lookin’ Good Again

Summary:

“How couldn’t you have known that, when you knew about Isaiah, man?” Sam hissed. “Maybe you didn’t know he was jailed and tortured and experimented on, but you sure as hell knew there was a Black super soldier who saved countless lives, who put your cyborg ass outta commission, and you knew nobody talked about him. You knew there weren’t any parades or news appearances or Smithsonian exhibits dedicated to him, even though he deserved as much praise as Steve and way more praise than Walker’s crazy ass, and yet you still couldn’t figure out why I might have been hesitant to take up the Captain America mantle? So, yeah, you’re right, I am angry with you, and, more than anything else, I’m disappointed in you.”

Bucky blanched. He had been ashamed before, but now he felt about as small as a person could.

Bucky needs to apologize. Sam needs to get some stuff off his chest.

Language: English Words: 3,543 Chapters: 1/1

[jbcomic]

meeting arthur fleck in court trail as joker (dream)

i have been having these weird dreams since last year i kept thinking if i could share it on twitter but then i remember how i am judged for defending arthur and they also mock me for having a para social relationship with him but then i remember my tumblr joker moots would never laugh at me since everyone here cares about our beloved clown 🤡

i watched the trailers so far and also read the spoilers of folie a deux it's not easy to see our comfort character suffer so much pain 😢 the reason i have these dreams where i am trying to meet and comfort him i cried so much for months but i am going to be strong for arthur and i have started taking anxiety meds to improve my mental health 😶‍🌫️

let me start with the dream about the court trail 👩‍⚖️

i found myself in front of gotham city court wearing black frock with a pony tail confused to see all the chaos around me chanting arthur name and it was clear to me i was one of them in my dreams standing outside waiting to see my artie but i didn't know if he would recognise me and i could not wait any longer i decided to move the metal barrier 🚧 it's a dream so anything is possible it felt the way arthur had sneaked into the theatres to meet thomas wayne 

when i entered the court room people were talking so loud my ears hurt and since i am not a tall person it was difficult for me to push people to move inside but nobody noticed me i walked to the front row and saw joker wearing his beautiful clown makeup and pink suit he was smoking and staring at the walls he looked sad and i had to touch his shoulder to bring him out of his trance he saw me confused but few seconds later had a smirk on his face i knew this is the flirty clown hiding behind a mask trying not to show his sad emotions to a stranger like me 😔 

i asked him in a low voice artie do you recognise me and he smiled at me " i think i know u i don't remember how we met but i know u " i smiled at him he turned his face to see if anyone in the crowd noticed me i had to hold his finger since i was scared of hurting him i know he feels unsafe with strangers i called his real name joaquin this time and he looked confused i said "i know u are not safe here did they hurt u " his smile turned into a frown i felt so bad 😞 

joker threw his ciggarate on the ground i know this was a bit awkward for him and the fact i hate smoke it's my dream he was acting the way my mind interprets him and not the movie version 

joker said " don't worry about me i am fine" i wanted to hug him but was scared he saw the look of fear and misunderstood it as a threat and spoke in his broken voice " i promise i won't hurt you" and this time i laughed it was not the happy laugh it's arthur laugh and he felt the connection 🥺 

joker threw the legal papers on the table and folded his hands looked at me with the flirty smirk " u know me so well u think i could win this trail " i walked closer to him and said " yes joaquin i have faith in u and i have watched your life story on the big screen u deserve so much better i could help you if u want me to defend u here "

joker smiled at me and said " u are sweet no i can't ask you to defend me since u belong to another universe and nobody would believe you " i laughed again my typical joker " yes joaquin i am alien but i feel I lived in apartment 8j with u i have seen u watching murray franklin show with penny u take care of her cook food work so hard as a party clown at hahas bullied by those jealous co workers and that idiot randall started this problem "

joker laughed so loud the people sitting around the front row gave him a weird look and i stood more close to him to make him feel safe he didn't touch me but kept staring at my face with so much love and affection i really wanted to kiss him but i have never kissed anyone in reality and felt shy but i reached for his hand and touched his palm he sighed and said " why are u so nice to me" i felt a stab in my chest but pretended his words didn't affect me " i love you artie i could do anything to defend you and he shook his head u love me why would u love a sad clown 🤡 

i smiled in pain and started crying tears kept falling down my face how could i not love u 💕 u are the most precious human and beautiful clown in Gotham nobody is gentle kind and adorable like u trust me i could leave my reality to live with u 

joker smiled this time with a genuine happiness " i am so lucky i can't believe someone noticed me " but after few moments the people in the court room started speaking loudly and joker turned around to see if it was time for the judge and his lawyer arrival he checked his wrist watch and searched for his lighter and spoke in a serious tone " please u need to go back i am worried about u i could never let them hurt u the way they hurt me i would break the laws but u are a young girl and i know u are not strong enough to face them please go back safe to your world and trust me i am safe stop worrying about me"

i woke up with a headache everything felt so real arthur really spoke to me i hate the fact i was not brave enough to touch hug and kiss him my introvert self and the thought of making arthur uncomfortable scared me 

i wish i could stay in that dream for a long time watch joker win that court trial and go back to his apartment 8j 😥

[shamelesslyshippingocxcanon]

Bucky x reader: Missions

Missions are the death of him

If you go on a mission alone, he's already freaking out about:

"Y/n! How the hell-"

"Language"

"-Are you going to protect yourself without me!"

If you work at S.H.I.E.L.D:

You'd be decently stealthy about it, timing is great, and he'd rarely notice

If he asks you "Y/n/n...where on earth are you going this time?"

You'd probably go "Well, I never said it's on earth, and IT'S CONFIDENTIAL"

*cue the Bucky sigh*

If you go undercover, he's going to ruin it by coming over at random, kissing you, and walking off

Leaving you to explain to a now snickering Skye, Clint, Bobbi, or Phil

If HYDRA attacks you, and he's not there, you can manage fine much better than him

If he's there, he'll kick ass with you

"Some hell of a date Y/n"

"Shut up Barnes"

Most of the time, both of you keep it secret, cause you know how dangerous HYDRA is, and that HYDRA is so going to use you to get to the WS

If you work with the Avengers:

Man...Bucky HATES you going on missions alone

He's always glaring at Sam when he goes:

"Y/n, why don't you go with Shuri?"

"Y/n, you're going with Joaquin"

"Strange, take Y/n"

He's going to MuRdEr Sam

If Sam goes:

"Barnes...go with Mrs. Barnes"

It usually makes him hate Sam less

But Sam goes:

"Ooh! And Parker! You got babysitting duties!"

"W-w-What Mister Falcon?"

"You're babysitting Y/n and Bucky"

So that's why you basically could adopt Peter, he's usually on missions with you, Bucky acts like the weird ole man he is:

"SPIDER DON'T WEB UP THE OLD LADY"

"Kid! Stop singing 'Gold' from Imagine Dragons"

"Peter...If you won't stop with the Rogers: A Musical references-"

"OMG Y/N STOP PARKER FROM FANGIRLING OVER MY BOBBLEHEADS IT'S WEIRDING ME OUT"

It's priceless

And you seem to be babysitting them both

"Oh my god Mrs Y/n/l! It's the new lego Iron-"

"You told me"

"Look! THEY GOT Y/C/N BOBBLEHEADS!!!"

You end up buying your own bobble head, and Bucky insited it's cute

Shut him up after you got one of WW2 Bucky

He glares at it suspiciously

"Y/n...it's staring at me creepily"

"That's the bobblehead's job"

You aren't on team with him?

He throws hands

Glares at Sam a ton

And gets PoUtY

Yes...POUTY

Like a three-year-old who can't look at cartoons

He really likes 'saving' you in missions

"Hey Doll...on your left"

"*squealing* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE??"

"Saving you..."

It's weird

But cute

Like him in general

[bakersdaughter21]

hey so I have a lot of thoughts after watching that fucking teaser (THAT WAS ONLY A TEASER OH GOD) so excuse this bigass rant

First of all let me say no hate or blame to the actors in the movie. It’s a job, it’s how they get paid. I think Jack Black was an excellent choice for Bowser.

I also think Warner brothers also knew this, and hired Jack Black so the minecraft movie could ride the hype train of the Mario Movie/Jack Black. Which… sure, I get it, but if that was their only reason to hire Jack Black for Steve, then… doesn’t sit right with me? hire someone that maybe actually makes Steve’s character intriguing and impactful, rather than “hey look we hired the guy from the mario movie to play in this movie, this means it’s just as good right???”

look. i didn’t know what to expect from a Live Action Minecraft movie. that part kind of slipped under the radar while we were focused on the news of A MINECRAFT MOVIE, JASON MOMOA, JACK BLACK!! but, y’know, I had expectations. I had hopes. Part of me is still hoping this is somehow an april fools prank, in september. The last thing I was expecting is the most fugly, ai-looking hyper-realistic-in-the-worst-possible-way animation with the jarring clash of irl actors against said fugly, ai-looking hyper-realistic-in-the-worst-possible-way background.

And somehow that’s??? not even the worst part???

From the look of the trailer it really seems like Warner bros wanted to make a Jumanji 4, or 5, I don’t know how many there are now. The “people in the real world are transported into the video game world and wow there’s a person here that has been stuck in the game for a very very long time and is a pro!” plot that, in the first reboot/sequel to the og jumanji movie, worked! because it was new! but that only really worked for jumanji, because we had already established in the Robin Williams (forever the best Jumanji) movie that people can be sucked into the board game and trapped for decades.

So, we have abhorrent animation, pandering/hype hired actors (that are nonetheless talented but still), and possibly an overused, unoriginal plot

And this is just the teaser trailer

What the fuck is going on?!

And here’s another thing. If you want to go watch it, that’s fine! If you have the financial means to go watch it in theaters, enjoy it with friends, your kids, your friends and their kids, that is fantastic! i’m happy for you! But a lot of people don’t have money to spend frivolously! Including myself!

Going to the movie theater is an Event for me and my siblings. We get lunch before or dinner after, we sneak in snacks, we buy the overpriced popcorn for the experience, and we only go if the movie is one we are interested in and looks cool/promising. I am not going to spend $100+ on food and movie tickets to watch a movie that just makes me wish I was at home actually playing minecraft instead of watching this.

Going to the theater to watch the showing of a Big Movie is my way of showing support. If I believe I will like the movie a lot, I WANT TO SEE IT IN THEATERS

Here are some movies I have gone to theater to see in order to show my support and have the most fun experience instead of waiting or buying it at home (i also save my movie tickets as a souvenir so that’s another aspect i enjoy)

Deadpool & Wolverine

I took my friend to this movie! It was great! This was the first Deadpool movie I saw in theaters! I was genuinely so excited and I was SO hyped for the fight scenes

Napoleon

My mom wanted to see it so we did! And I enjoyed it! I like joaquin phoenix! he’s a great actor! I like historical movies/dramas! I actually didn’t know a lot about Napoleon so I learned stuff too!

FIVE NIGHTS A FREDDY’S

FUCK. YES. I WAS SO HYPED FOR THIS MOVIE!! My siblings and I made a day of it! We got ramen before hand from our favorite place! We took pictures! We loved the movie!! I had never been in a theater where people laughed, gasped, and clapped/cheered at the end! It was so fun! You could feel that everyone was so excited to see their childhood take the big screen!

The Super Mario Movie

I took my siblings to this for their birthday and they were so excited! They had been wanting to see it, and it was the perfect gift for the one birthday sibling and the other that just was excited for the movie

TMNT Mayhem

I was so so so excited for this movie and I dragged my siblings along!! I have been a fan of TMNT for most of my childhood and I loved the artstyle, the voice actors, everything! It was a fresh take that I really enjoyed and it reawakened my love for the franchise again!

Dune 2

We watched the first movie at home and I was so intrigued!! So when I found out the second one was soon coming to theaters I took my siblings! I loved it, I was so invested in every moment! I’m waiting for the next movie!!

Now getting into several years ago where my memory is more spotty—

Venom: Carnage

I loved the first Venom movie and I was so excited for this one!! I went with my friend and her husband + kid on a whim and we all had fun!

Spider-man: No Way Home

Actually forgot i went to see this in theaters, I only know bc I have the ticket (SEE) but I remember being so hyper/having to restrain myself when Tobey and Andrew came on screen!!

and in 2020 I went to the black widow PREMIER. My sister and I dressed up, had a black/red theme, makeup and everything!! The intro to that movie was chilling in the movie theater.

So to make a point to this rant, I, and I’m sure lots of people, don’t have the money to spend on a movie that ultimate disappoints or spits on a subject that is close to our hearts. The Minecraft movie appears to be a mockery, or a parody, 10+ years in the making? And they don’t have an excuse after the FNAF movie, which was also 10+ years in the making, did a soulful and loving interpretation of a game that has become wildly popular. This isn’t cool. This isn’t something I’m going to pay money to see.

My petition is, on April 4th, instead of going to see the minecraft movie, we turn to YT where there are HUNDREDS of AMAZING minecraft animations, and even short movies!! 10+ years old but still amazing!!

I put forth The Mincraftian and the sequel, the Last Minecraftian, totaling in around 56 minutes, from the channel Joshua Mutter. Also Slamacow and their many minecraft shorts/oneshots! (the witch dance-off is my favorite)

If you have any others, feel free to put them in the tags/comment/reblog!

[anonymityisfunwriter]

The Twin Flame - Chapter 18: "The Story of Us"

"I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now..."

John looks up from the screen, facing the security guard, "You said that Sam and Bucky were here on the day this happened?"

The guard quickly nods. "Yes. Along with a woman."

"Do you have the woman's name?"

The guard frantically nods again, looking back at his screen to the visitor's log. "Regina Phalange."

Lemar covers his mouth, attempting to stifle the chuckle that leaves his mouth. John grimaces, his gaze hardening at the guard. "Regina Phalange? Like from Friends?"

The guard winces, stammering, "She said it was french. You don't think they had anything to do with this, do you?"

"Let's go," John mutters, tapping the counter as he pushes his weight off the desk. John turns back offering a halfhearted smile, "Thank you, sir." 

John and Lemar walk down the prison hall, away from the guard's station in search of anything else they could find about Zemo's escape from prison.

And the mysterious woman that they couldn't stop hearing about. 

"What?" Lemar questions, trying to break the pensive expression on John's face. "Come on, John. You don't seriously think that Sam and Bucky would've broken a guy like Zemo out of prison. Last we checked, they hated the guy as much as the next person."

"And an unknown female," John hisses. "It's not like they aren't hiding things from us already."

"Not wanting to work with us is not the same as hiding things, John. You can't let that get to you."

"Lemar," John imploringly states. "I think that's exactly what they did. They were as desperate for leads as we were. It makes perfect sense."

"You know as well as I do that you can't accuse them of something like that with out a hell of a lot of evidence to back it up." 

"And what about the woman? That just happened to be here too? There's a reason we've never met this lady, Lemar," John doubles down. "They're hiding something.They're hiding her."

"Maybe she's shy," Lemar offers, desperate to talk John off of the ledge he just kept wanting to leap off of.  

"Or maybe she's exactly the person we've been looking for. Think about it, there's a reason they used an alias."

"Regina Phalange is hardly an alias, John. Anyone with access to Google could figure that one out. And if they were really trying to hide her, why would they bring her here?"

"I don't know," John admits, his voice pensive and detached as he mulls over their next move. "Which is why you and I are just gonna run with this for a minute." 

"John," Lemar implores. "Think about this. Really think about this."

"Do you trust me?"

Lemar sighs, his shoulders reluctantly slumping in defeat. "You know I do."

"She's dangerous, Lemar," John states. "And look at what happened here, it's already chaos."

"You're right," Lemar agrees. "So I guess what happens next isn't a strictly on the books type thing, is it?"

John rests a comforting hand on Lemar's shoulder. "If we get this done, you really think they're going to sweat us on the how?"

"Guess not."

John smirks, a calculating glint in his eye. "Then, I think we've got some digging to do." 

-

"Donya Madani," Sam enunciates into the phone. "She's a refugee, yeah."

"Okay, I'm on it," you hear on the other end of the line.

"Okay. Call me if you get a hit."

"Hey, Sam?" you hear Joaquin interrupt before Sam hangs up. "Does this mean I'm not Reckless Idiot Number 2 anymore?"

"Let me know what you find and I'll let you know."

"You okay?" Bucky asks Sam, though Bucky keeps one eye on your pensive expression.

"Yeah. Just thinking about all the shit Sharon had to go through. And Nagel referring to her as 'the SHIELD asset'," Sam replies, nudging his head towards you. You barely hear their conversation, too lost in your own thoughts about what Dr. Nagel said about them still keeping you in the dark. About Karli Morgenthau and a million other questions that no one seems to want to answer. Questions you're not even sure if you can gather the strength to even ask, much less the strength to hear the devastating answers. "Like she's not even a real person. Just makes me wonder how many people have to get steamrolled to make way for The Avengers, for SHIELD, for that hunk of metal."

"Well, depending on who you ask, all those things saved a lot of lives."

"Yeah, I get that, all right. But maybe I made a mistake."

"You did," Bucky easily replies.

"Maybe I shouldn't have put the shield in a museum," Sam continues. "Maybe I should've had her destroy it."

"Look, that shield represents a lot of things to a lot of people, including me. The world is upside down, and we need a new Cap and it ain't gonna be Walker, so before anyone destroys it I'll take it from him myself."

Just as you're about to say your first words of the entire flight, Sam's phone starts vibrating. He picks it up instantly, "Hey. Yeah, okay. Got it."

When Sam hangs up the phone, a solemn expression remains on his face. "They found Madani. Dead. She died near Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea."

"I have a place we can go," Zemo offers. "I, for one, am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli."

Your eyes shut for a moment of the name again. You'd never heard it until today, and now you couldn't stop hearing it.

Bucky eyes you for another moment as Zemo calls to the front of the plane, "Oeznik, we're changing the course."

"Who's Karli Morgenthau?" you whisper, forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat.

Bucky's blood runs cold, hearing the whisper of a question before Sam can make out your words.

"What?" Sam questions. 

"Who's Karli Morgenthau?" you repeat, your tone uncharacteristically quiet and cold. 

"She's-"

"And I suggest you tell me the truth this time," you interject before Sam can finish his response.

Sam deeply sighs, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach because he knows you're not going to let this go. "Karli Morgenthau is the leader of a rebel organization in Central and Eastern Europe." 

"And what did Dr. Nagel mean when he said that you were still keeping me in the dark?" you finally ask, voicing the question that had plagued you since you first heard Karli's name. Your eyes flicker back and forth between Sam and Bucky, neither of whom seem all that keen on answering your question. Their silence is your answer. "What did Karli Morgenthau do with the vials?"

Sam takes a deep breath, his eyes shutting because just from your cold, detached tone, he knows you know. 

Once again, you take his silence as your answer. You clench the armrest beside you as indignant anger courses through you. Maybe it was hypocritical, but it hurts that they both kept something of this magnitude from you. "How many of them are there?"

"Seven," Bucky finally responds. "There's seven of them."

"There are seven of them," you slowly repeat, enunciating each syllable because it doesn't sound real.

None of it feels real. It doesn't feel real that there are people just like you running around without you even knowing about it. It doesn't feel real that the person your trusted most in this world kept that from you. 

It just...doesn't feel real. 

It feels like a convoluted dream based on one of your greatest fears. Like some great illusion of smoke and mirrors designed to flood your entire being with a paralyzing mix of adrenaline and fear.

At this point, your voice is barely above a whisper, your throat closing with so many overwhelming emotions that you're not even sure how you're still upright. "How long have you both known?"

“It’s comp-” Sam starts.

The lights flicker above you as you desperately try to maintain control over yourself. But even now, it's clear that you're fighting a hopeless battle. “How long have you both known?” 

“Since John Walker was made the new Captain America,” Sam reluctantly replies.

"That was weeks ago, Sam," you seethe through gritted teeth, holding onto the armrest like it's your life preserver in this blindsiding storm. 

Strangely enough, grasping the armrest does bring you back, if only a little, if only because it reminds you of the searing pain traveling up and down your arm.

Sam nods, trying to remain calm as the plane starts to sway a bit too much in the night time sky, "We- I didn't want to drag you into this unless we had to."

"Whose idea was it?"

“What?” Bucky responds, carefully watching your reaction.

It's impossible to miss this time, the way your chest heaves as you try to regulate your breathing. The way you grip the chair like if you let go, you'll fall apart. And he certainly doesn't miss the hurt and angry expressions that keep alternating across on your face. 

You sharply inhale, only to jaggedly exhale, “Whose idea was it to lie to me?”

“The both-” Bucky starts.

Sam cuts him off before Bucky can finish a new lie, “It was mine. I told Bucky and Torres not to say anything.”

You wince, even more hurt flashing across your face. In this moment, you feel so incredibly stupid. It was gut-wrenching that everyone around you already knew, you were just the last to know. Again. Like always. The last to know. The one no one ever truly trusted, always on the outside looking in. “Joaquin knew too?”

“Yes.”

You lick your lips, your face furrowing as you settle on anger. It's a common theme these days, settling on anger because it's so much easier to dissect and process than the feelings of hurt and betrayal.  "So let me get this straight, you've been on my back about lying to you the entire time I've been here, when you've been doing the exact same thing the whole time?"

“It’s not the same thing!" Sam vehemently defends. 

"You're such a hypocrite, Sam," you snap, the plane violently rattling as you stand up out of your seat. 

"You ran away - I was trying to protect you!" Sam frustratedly exclaims, rising out of his seat to maintain eye level with you. "That is not the same thing!"

You shake your head, and though Bucky can tell your royally pissed off, your words are contained yet laced with so much hurt-filled anger. Once again, your words are quiet, but he knows they cut Sam deep, “You’re such a bad friend.”

"I-" Sam starts again.

"Okay, maybe we stop airing our dirty laundry while we're flying thousands of feet in a giant metal tube," Bucky interrupts, stepping in between the two of you.

"Good idea," you scoff, eyes narrowed at the two of them. "And I would storm out, but we're in an enclosed space so I'm going to sit next to Zemo!" 

Sam throws his hands up as you walk away from your seat in front of him to the seat in front of Zemo, "That's great. Really great." 

"Please," Zemo offers, as you sink down in the seat in front of him. "I happen to enjoy your company."

"Thanks," you half-heartedly reply, staring out the window at the cloudy night sky. 

Sam's mouth opens again, closing it when he realizes that there's nothing he's going to say that's going to change the sight before him. He's in complete and utter disbelief. 

When did this become the story of the two of you? When did it become a dramatic tragedy plagued by unending plot twists and more trials and tribulations than any person could possibly know what to do with?

That story had always been complicated. It had always been a difficult road. He just couldn't tell when you both decided you were better off facing that road alone. 

He had regrets, plenty of them. He knew you had your own too.

And it didn't matter what anyone else might've thought, even what you thought, he never regretted the moment you'd burst into his life. He never regretted involving himself with Nick Fury, with SHIELD, none of it. He couldn't deny that it made his life a hell of a lot more complicated, he still wouldn't have changed how any of it went down.

There'd been an instant friendship when he met you, like fate had brought him to a missing piece of his family. He never had that sense that he needed to worry about you taking too much for him or him taking too much from you. You both gave and seldom took.

He'd crossed the line for you so many times. You'd crossed just as many for him. But time marched on, lines turned into trenches. Crossing wasn't just crossing a line anymore, wars were waged, lives lost, backs stabbed. 

And there was nothing either one of you could've done to change that:

- 

"How's Rhodes?" Sam asks, feeling Tony's gaze on the back of his head from across the glass barrier.

"Flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow so... Fingers crossed." Tony stops speaking, taking a moment to choose his next words very carefully, "What do you need? They feed you yet?"

Donning a full prisoner's uniform, Sam turns around with an incredulous chuckle,"You're the good cop now?"

"I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went."

Sam angrily crosses his arms. "Well, you're gonna have to go get a bad cop because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get anything out of me. Or, you know, just shoot me down, you're good at that."

“I knew it wouldn’t,” Tony stops, even as the words leave his mouth he hears how vile they sound. He still says them anyway, “I knew it wouldn’t actually kill her.”

Clint loudly guffaws from across the room, "You hear that? He didn't think it would kill her when he shot her point blank. Stark friendship at its kindest!"

Sam bitterly snorts, shaking his head at Tony, “Do you hear yourself? You shot a supposed friend down. You shot her. And now she’s somewhere in this God forsaken prison.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you kept dragging her into your fights!" Tony seethes. "Can't fight your own battles so she’ll do it for you, right, Sam? You talk about SHIELD, about Ross when you’re no better, you’ll exploit her without a second thought. She trusts you without a second thought and you take advantage at every turn. Don’t blame me. Blame yourselves.”

"Anything to not blame yourself, right?" Sam counters, schooling his expression to hide the sting of Tony's words.

Tony's words hit him in his most vulnerable spot, so hard that it feels like he can't breathe. Because no matter how much Sam doesn't want the words to ring true, he can't shake off the sense that Tony is right, that you're only on the Raft, chained up and alone, because of him.

"I just knocked the A out of AV. We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment. I was wrong, Sam. That's clear to me." Tony flashes him a small holographic screen, an image of an unconscious man in a suit strewn on the ground, "Just look, because that is the guy that was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly I made a mistake, Sam. I was wrong. Now tell me where Steve is."

Sam scoffs, shaking his head. "No."

"She's all alone right now, if you didn't already know that. Might do some good to have a visitor, can't be that hard to convince Ross to let me see her."

The thing was Sam already knew you were somewhere in this prison. All alone. He could still see the panic in your eyes when they separated you and Wanda from the rest of them. He tried to hold onto the foolish hope that maybe they decided to have an iota of humanity and not separate the two of you.

He also knew that it wouldn't really matter. They could've thrown you in the cell right beside him, but still there was nothing anyone could have said, could have done to prepare you for the feeling of being locked up all over again.

Even worse, because the guards paid them no mind, he had no way to find out anything about your whereabouts, if you were okay or not, he knew nothing.

Sam tried a diplomatic approach at first, simply asking the guard if you were alright, how you were holding up.

Then, Clint tried demands. Threatening to kill the guards the second they got out of here unless they told them how you and Wanda were doing.

Scott tried to appease, to joke and appeal to their sense of humanity.

None of it worked.

A snort of disbelief leaves Sam's mouth. "You're gonna bargain with my friend's life? That's a new low for you, Tony."

Tony grits his teeth, sneering, "She was my friend too." 

"Was, operative word."

"Did she say that or do you speak for her now, Sam?"

"No, you do a good enough job of that on your own," Sam counters, though he has more than half a mind to tell Tony where Steve is just to find out if you were okay.

"15 seconds, Sam. Choose."

Sam just can't stop picturing it. You in a cell, all alone. God knows they weren't kind to you before, now there was nothing stopping General Ross from laying all the pressure he possibly could to force you back into line. He almost can't believe the words as they leave his mouth, "You go, you go alone and as a friend."

"Done," Tony agrees.

-

And this was what was going to tear the two of you apart, a futile war of pride after endless amounts of miscommunication, mistakes, and missteps.

Was it killing you like it was killing him?

Right now, you were both faced with the reason that honesty had always been your rule number one, why trust had always been so cherished in your friendship. And you were both learning that lesson in the harshest, most cruel of ways. Watching as everything you'd built crumbled to nothing, while you were both pretending it meant nothing. 

Sitting in the deafening silence, all alone, watching as you sat only a few feet away from him and still so far out of reach, all he knew was that he liked it a whole lot better when you were on his side. 

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[zootplayz]

Rollin on a River

The very day we started I discovered Dahlia had to age up. I had no idea her birthday was already upon us.

This led Zoot to take a more proactive approach to Dahlias love life. Instead of waiting for that boyfriend want it was thrust upon her.

It's for the best sweetie you guys are destined to be you'll see. I didn't want to rush anything else and planned on letting them lead the way from here on out on their slow and steady course. Dahlias tied up at home most of the time with Sergio's twins that I never properly introduced last time. Gwendolyn and Thomas.

I don't usually take a lot of toddler pictures but there's just something about berries.

Gwendolyn is the more tame of the two, her brother Tommy tends to throw tantrums pretty regularly and for no discernable reason. Like I didn't know a perfectly happy toddler with no negative moodlets could act like this.

As twins go they're very close which is always a plus meaning mom doesn't have to constantly entertain them.

Though with her family aspiration, she does love to read to them and they seem to really enjoy storytime.

When not on baby patrol Dahlia makes sure to get some painting done in her brand-new green house!

Because yes she has finally saved up enough to start renovating the old family trailer.

And I just had to have an all-window room full of plants and painting stuff for our gal. Turns out we renovated just in time for a visit from the new neighbors, Duchess Savii and the excess townies.

Surprisingly for such a sensitive kid Thomas really took a shine to Kylo.

Now remember how I said I was going for slow with Dahlia and Joaquin's future? Well, risky had other ideas.

So that settled it, Jo has got to move in, a pregnant Dahlia is going to need all the help she can get.

With Jo came another dog, sadly I cannot remember his name right now but he gets along really well with Dahlias Misty which is fantastic.

Jo was as helpful as I was hoping, helping out with Dahlia's twins.

And with a kid this troublesome an extra pair of hands is just what the family needed.

With two young kids, two dogs a pregnant lady, and cop hours the two don't get a whole heck of a lot of time together. But one Sunday Joaquin insisted they hire a babysitter and spend some quality time together so he could ask her something special.

And with Dahlia heavy with their child, Jo took it upon himself to help the babies come birthday time

Just when the house was free of babies it was off to the hospital for more.

I love this picture because he looks so panicked and annoyed that she's stopping like let's go! Unfortunately risky hates me and it was another set of twins. But at least the first set can help out now and walk the dogs at least.

They're both very social, good kids though so I'm hopeful the future will be easy.

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[stuckonjbbarnes]

sleepover with the oc's (& the boys crash it 👀) pls 🖤

The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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RULES: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

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Ria St. Romain (The Huntress)

[After accomplishing a feat] “Just doing what I do best.”

“Listen, I’m never falling in love again. You can count on that.” (This is a lie.)

“Everyone hated me.” (This is also a lie.)

“If I hadn’t been chosen, I wonder what I could have been. A lawyer? A mother? A baker? It’s best not to think about it.”

“Anyway, I just heard of this new spot…”

“Well, look at this. It’s just you, me, and the romantic ambience of the cemetery.”

“I know. I know.”

“Come onnnnnnnnnnnnn.”

“Greatest to ever do it. Residential goddess or whatever. My friends call me ‘Ria’. You can call me ‘Huntress’.”

“And does anyone else know this? Or am I just the lucky one burdened with that disgusting information?”

[Nudges demon with foot] “Is it dead? Can I kick it?”

“I don’t need to cut back on caffeine. I don’t need sleep.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“I’m here as a punishment. Basically a ‘probation’ or whatever with the guild. Really just feels like they put me in time out to feel like they have the control.”

“I’m your friend. We’re together. Promise.”

Joaquin Figueroa (Werewolf Cowboy)

“You sure? It’s getting late. Nah. I’m driving you home.”

[Said as nonchalantly as humanly possible] “Is she (Emery) coming?”

“She’s just a friend.”

“Thinking ‘bout doing my favorite things: smoking and drinking.”

[Said with visible disgust] “This town has changed.”

“Cállate.”

“You know, I’m no good.”

[Furiously writing in a notebook] “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t do this right now.”

“You hungry? Let me make you something.”

“Em, do you know what you’re doin’ to me?”

“I can’t control my shifting.”

“Perfect Armando (his brother). Effortless as always.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

[Said with complete malice] “What of it?”

[footballerimaginess]

birthday prompt list breakdown

please note that people have been sending in a scenario and dialogue together, that’s why there is probably alot of names in comparison to the scenario.  SCENARIO 1. Giving handmade gifts Kepa  2. Surprising them with their favourite flowers Pierre Emile Hojbjerg  3. Making sure everyone know’s it is your special day Joaquin Correa  4. Birthday breakfast in bed Jan Oblak  5. Long distance birthday Neymar  6. Spending the day doing your favourite things Ben Chilwell  7. Surprise party Kevin Trapp / Mason Mount  8. Baking a cake for you Pedri  9. Baby Cake Smash Matt Doherty  10. Taking you on a spa break Ruben Loftus Cheek  11. Celebrating with all your loved ones Kylian Mbappe  12. Themed birthday party Ben Chilwell  13. Family day Ruben Dias  14. Cute message video for your birthday Richarlison / Kylian Mbappe / Eric Dier  15. Active birthday day Son Heung Min  16. Spending the day at a theme park Pablo Gavi / Kylian Mbappe  17. Dinner 18. Giving you all his attention Pablo Gavi / Kylian Mbappe  19. A weekend away Christian Eriksen / Mason Mount / Richarlison  20. Proposing to you Mason Mount  21. Girls trip for the weekend 22. Surprising you at work - Kepa/ Antoine Griezmann / Ruben Dias  23. Announcing you are together on your birthday Rodrigo De Paul  24. Thinking they’d forgotten your birthday Rodrigo De Paul / Pablo Gavi  25. They had planned out the entire day with your favourite things (e,g, food) Julian Alvarez  26. Acting fake surprised for your birthday because you had overheard Sonny  27. Getting free drinks all day 28. Making a cute instagram post about you Son Heung Min / Christian Pulisic  29. being sad because you are getting all old 30. Feeling so incredibly loved Mason Mount  31. Any idea - (you send me an idea)

DIALOGUE 1. “I thought you had forgotten” Eric Dier  2. “Giving birth on my birthday wasn’t what I had planned, but this is the best present I could ever ask for” Christian Pulisic  3. “You did all this for me” Kepa / Pablo Gavi  4. “You got this for me, I can’t believe it” 5. “Give Mummy her present” Kylian Mbappe  6. “Thank you for making my day so special” Richarlison  7. “Happy birthday beautiful” 8. “You have really thought of everything today” Neymar  9. “I’m surrounded by all of my favourite people” Sonny  10. “The best day ever” Rodrigo De Paul  11. “I hate my birthday” 12. “Getting older makes me sad” Pedri  13. “You got me a puppy, no way” 14. “That was one crazy party, we are going to suffer tomorrow” Jude Bellingham  15. “I couldn’t have asked for a better day” Julian Alvarez  16. “Mummy I made you a present” Mats Hummels  17. “I hope you like it” “why wouldn’t I?” Pedri  18. “You really thought I would forget, shh never” Christian Eriksen  19. “Someone is hungover for their birthday” Richarlison  20. “This is my favourite place, I love it here”

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paint the town red - part eight

OPERADOR SUAVE ES VICTORIOSO!

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CANADA 2024

joaquin torres hear me out, bianca's seeing a driver

sam wilson this guy fancies himself a detective!

kate bishop now that makes sense!

natasha romanoff that's insane, she would never date a driver.

peter parker i still think it's isaiah.

peter parker i don't doubt she wouldn't stoop that low.

harley keener now why would you think she's dating a driver?

scott lang the better question here is which driver?

bucky barnes wanda! this is an emergency!

wanda maximoff what makes you think i'm going to tell anyone who it is? tony stark because i could fire you? wanda maximoff i'm on sabbatical, besides you can't fire me, only nick can.

joaquin torres it's gotta be charles.

sam wilson boo! i think it's like lando or logan. one of the younger guys. clint barton or what if it's like fernando or something

bianca stark-potts you people do realize i'm also in this group chat? 1. it's not isaiah 2. it's not a driver. 3. it's not charles. 4. i would never date lando or logan. 5. fernando is old enough to be father, no.

hope van dyne so it's an engineer.

bianca stark-potts i'm not saying another word. that being said, they do say a picture is worth a thousand words.

sam wilson OH COME ON THIS GUY'S IN CANADA TOO?

bucky barnes IS HE YOUR SUGAR BABY OR SOMETHING?

america chavez i can, with good faith say, he is not a sugar baby

queen shuri no one has figured it out yet? not even barnes?

bianca stark-potts shuri, don't you dare say a another word

queen shuri wouldn't dream of it, i happen to like chaos. but, one of you was right, i won't say who. bianca stark-potts SHURI! queen shuri oh, would you look at that, i have a country to run.

clint barton i like to think i was right.

peter parker NOW WHY WOULD YOU BLOCK ME??

ollie bearman it's what you deserve

isaiah atkins you were sending me one too many avengers tweets, i didn't want to see anymore.

harley keener he called you a fucker on twitter

tony stark WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS KNOWS WHO MY DAUGHTER IS SEEING?

carlos sainz i know nothing isaiah atkins tony this isn't professional charles leclerc why would we know? bianca stark-potts dad, please stop. ollie bearman she's seeing someone? arthur leclerc is she supposed to tell me those kind of things? didn't know we were supposed to be that close.

sebastian vettel tony, she's a grown woman. she's allowed to date.

tony stark listen vettel, that's my daughter, i can and will threaten any potential boyfriends she may have. the same goes for morgan

bianca stark-potts have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, that's why i don't want to tell you who it is?

tony stark i am your father, i deserve to know. does pepper know? bianca stark-potts she does. she's the first one i talked to.

harley keener wow, the mom already knows. is he in her good books?

bianca stark-potts harley, shut the fuck up. please.

tony stark spill keener, now.

harley keener oh look at that, carlos and i have to go over stats for quali.

carlos sainz we do? harley keener we do now.

charles leclerc and i have an appointment so no more questions for me

peter parker those three definitely know something

tony stark i'll get it out of them, one way or another. isaiah atkins please don't threaten your employees, that is a lawsuit waiting to happen.

sebastian vettel i should've stayed in retirement.

scuderiaferrari posted new stories

once again, it's pole position for track terror leclerc!

smooth operator sainz places 2nd! front row lockout baby!

tony stark pepper, my love, light of my life, the reason i have two beautiful daughters, i have a question

bianca stark-potts oh you have got to be kidding me

pepper potts what is your question tony?

happy hogan i hate to be the bearer of bad news tony, but bianca isn't biologically pepper's daughter.

peter parker wow the rest of us are chopped liver. i'm telling nebula.

james rhodes is this still about the bianca thing?

pepper potts i'm not telling you who our daughter is seeing tony.

tony stark OH COME ON! WHY NOT? I DESERVE TO KNOW.

pepper potts because i know you anthony. the moment you find out you’re going to threaten that you’re going to pull out the iron man suit.

tony stark i wouldn’t do that!

harley keener oh you totally would.

may parker bianca’s seeing someone? oh how great!

tony stark this is not great may! not great at all! may parker were you not the one encouraging her to date someone already? tony stark I DIDN'T THINK SHE'D ACTUALLY DO IT! AND IF SHE DID I EXPECTED IT TO BE SOMEONE I KNEW!

harley keener to be fair, you do technically know him.

bianca stark-potts HARLEY!

pepper potts oh, this is great, now he's going to speculate it's everyone she knows.

tony stark i can be normal about this pep!

bianca stark-potts can you please just trust me for once? i'll tell you when i'm ready.

bianca stark-potts besides, i'm still getting to know him, who knows if it'll become something serious.

tony stark i expect to meet him at the first opportunity possible.

harley keener i think you know him pretty good already. like really good.

bianca stark-potts dad, i think you should start looking for someone to replace harley as carlos' engineer, because i'm about to kill harley.

peter parker i feel like i'm missing something here

tony stark me too james rhodes you've got to be kidding me. two geniuses can't figure out what harley was implying but i can? pepper potts huh, didn't know that.

may parker well, who is she seeing?

happy hogan i, too, would like to know.

pepper potts not my secret to tell

the ferrari team found themselves in a meeting, and isaiah prayed no one had a surprise announcement they wanted to make, he would not be prepared for the day that happened.

"no surprise announcements," charles reassured isaiah first. isaiah laughed, a testament of how close the team had grown in a matter of months. anytime someone called a meeting that was the first thing on his mind.

"so, what is it?" sebastian questioned the monegasque. charles smiled at carlos and carlos looked confused, "i'm defending this weekend."

"what?" carlos asked, slightly confused, "that is not what we agreed. i defend, you win. that was the deal."

"it is your home race," charles argued, "and being the person who just won his home race a few weeks ago, there is no better feeling than that."

"maybe one," sebastian imputed. his team turned to look at him, "becoming world champion?"

"yes, that," charles said, "if you do not wish for me to defend i won't but you've defended all season long for me, you deserve this win carlos."

"and pete sort of promised you would be winning your home race," bianca pointed out.

"there is that too," charles added.

"i-" carlos was taken aback, "you would do that?"

charles smiled, "carlos, you have defended for me the entire season, without complaints, we are both in the top two spots for the championship. i would like to help you win your home race."

the pressure was back on the scuderia, yet another home race where they felt like they had to deliver. poor harley was nervous he would fail carlos and cost him his first ever home race win.

bianca smiled at the younger boy, “you got this harls. just trust carlos.”

“i trust him,” harley told her, “i just don’t trust myself to make the right calls.”

“are we talking about the same kid who made a potato gun for fun?”

“i was a child.”

“harley,” bianca said, grabbing his hand, squeezing it reassuringly, “you’ll make the right calls. trust me.”

“okay,” harley agreed, taking a deep breath, “let’s get our chili his first win of the season.”

“atta boy,” bianca smiled. harley flashed her a bright smile and bianca had no doubt that carlos would emerge victorious today. she had been right because of course she was, something she would never let harley forget.

"and it's another 1-2 for the scuderia in spain! its history in the making for them and carlos sainz, carlos sainz wins the spanish grand prix!"

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scuderiaferrari IT'S A SMOOTH OPERATION IN SPAIN FOR CHILI SAINZ! HE WINS THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX!!! CONGRATS TO MR. SWIFT ON THE P3 HERE IN SPAIN!!

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[sopebubbles]

Chapter Ten

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n (from sopebubbles): Starting with this chapter, Fighter has officially become a collaboration between sopebubbles and beastie. We all owe her a debt of gratitude for repeatedly rescuing this story from the garbage on the many occasions that I decided I completely hated it. Without her we would have stopped at chapter 4. From here on out the chapters will be written by both of us or her alone. You're in great hands because she's much smarter, funnier and more creative than me, with an EQ that is frankly off the charts. So please be nice to my emotional support beastie. And thank you for sticking with this story. I promise from her on out things will get better for our girl. 🧼

Warnings: blood, some angst, but honestly the fluffiest chapter we've had so far!

Word count: 5.2K

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You wished you could say the happy bubble from the dinner you had with the guys made you feel safe, but you woke up with the full weight of your reality on you. Namjoon may have said you could stay as long as you wanted, and you may have shared a few lighthearted moments, but if you weren't going to outstay your welcome or if you were ever going to know any peace, you'd have to get rid of Joaquin. And you weren't going to be able to do that sitting on your ass and feeling sorry for yourself anymore. You dragged yourself out of bed to find some work out clothes before going out in search of Jungkook. 

You found him, as one normally would at this hour, by the pool, practically falling asleep in the warm morning sun. You cleared your throat to get his attention. 

"Morning, Val," he greeted you without opening his eyes.

You nudged him with your bare foot. "Let's get back to training."

Jungkook opened his eyes the smallest amount to squint up at you. "You can't train."

"Yes, I can. I'm ready, and there's no time to waste."

"No, Val. You got like thirty stitches yesterday, and I'm not going to get yelled at by Yoongi for you ripping them. Forget it. Take a few days of rest," he told you and closed his eyes again, angling his face away from you. 

Jungkook didn't understand your urgency. In his mind, you had all the time in the world to accomplish your goal of taking out your enemy. And Jungkook agreed he needed to die. In fact, he was more than willing to take care of the issue himself. Namjoon had already declared that the man would die before your safety would be jeopardized again, so it was only a matter of time, practically a done deal. In the meantime, you needed to heal and get strong. It seemed obvious to him. But he didn't know how stubborn you could be. 

You tried to hide your sigh of frustration as you marched back into the house. You passed through the kitchen, having no interest in food. Yoongi was still asleep. You weren't sure what Namjoon's sleeping habits were, but there didn't seem to be any sign of him in the house. He could be in the gym, but you decided to risk it anyway. You crept down the stairs only to find it dark and quiet. Evidently Jimin didn't rise early either. Satisfied that you would go unnoticed, you continued down to the gym and closed the door behind you. 

You took your time to stretch and release the tension stored in your muscles. You did some leg exercises to get into a calm state, skipping over your ab work out for the time being. When you were finally feeling steady, you stepped up to the heavy bag and began practicing combinations. Jab, cross. Jab, jab, cross. A steady rhythm as you worked up a sweat. You tried not to picture his face, you really did, but as you put more force into your movements, you couldn't help imagining fighting your tormentor. His voice began to play in your head and before long you could feel his hands on your body. In the last week he had shown you just how much more powerful he was than you now. There was a time that you could really fight him off of you, but not now. You wouldn't be okay until you were stronger, and you wouldn't be stronger unless you worked harder. Why didn't Jungkook—or anyone—seem to understand that.

You lost all sense of how long you'd been down there or how much noise you were making as the volume of your grunts grew louder. It wasn't enough to wake up Jimin—or Taehyung, who was sleeping soundly in that Jimin's bed—but it was enough for Yoongi to find out where you were after he'd checked your bedroom and found it empty. Once he caught a whisper of it, he only had to follow your angry cries to the basement. He traced the sounds curiously down the hallway until he discovered them coming from the gym and rushed inside.

"Val, what the hell are you doing?" He shouted at you as you continued to punch the heavy bag, but you were so lost to fighting your invisible demons that you didn't hear him. At first, he was cautious about approaching you, not wanting to get caught on the wrong end of your fist, but as soon as he saw the blood staining your shirt, he didn't hesitate to act. He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around you, calling your name. Mistaking him for an enemy, you thrashed against him and tried to fight him off, but Yoongi didn't give up. He held you tighter against his chest and pressed his cheek against your head.

"Val, you have to stop. You're hurting yourself," he said calmly in your ear.

"No," you grunted, still trying to twist your body away from him. "Tengo que…tengo…" You struggled to get your words out as your mind tried to process Yoongi's arms holding you down and the scenario that had been playing in your mind. "Necesito…"

"I know," Yoongi said softly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "I know you do. Let me help you. Let me help." Your body started to relax against Yoongi's and go limp as he spoke gently to you. As your weight sank into him he felt your sob before he heard it. Your knees buckled and you went to the ground taking him with you as you began to cry, words falling from your mouth that no one would be able to understand, but he didn't need to in order to know how much pain you were in. 

"Shh. It's okay, sweetheart. I've got you," he soothed, rocking you back and forth. It took a couple of minutes for you to calm down, until your tears fell silently. Yoongi looked to the door where Taehyung and Jimin looked in, pulled from bed by the sound of your outburst. Yoongi made eye contact with Taehyung, exchanging a pained look, but you weren't aware of their presence and they figured it was best that way, so Taehyung took Jimin by the hand and led him back to his room. When they were gone, Yoongi turned you around in his arms and wiped your cheeks with his thumbs.

"It's okay. You're alright, now, hm?" You swallowed hard, feeling embarrassed looking at him, and nodded. "You tore your stitches, sweetheart. Let's go upstairs so I can fix it, okay?"

"I'm okay," you responded reflexively. You hadn't felt any pain, but it was only that you hadn't noticed. When you looked down you could see the red stain on your shirt. "Ay, chingada," you muttered.

"It's alright. I'm an expert at getting blood out of things. Let's just patch you up first, okay?" Yoongi got to his feet before helping you up and led you slowly down the hall and up the stairs to his clinic.

After he sat you down he moved quickly about his space to gather all the necessary supplies, and you removed your shirt. You were glad it was only Yoongi who found you—at least as far as you knew. Yoongi knew more about your broken parts than anyone else. What were a few more cracks at this point? He couldn't possibly think you any weaker than he already did, could he? 

You didn't realize that Yoongi thought just the opposite. That maybe you were just a bit too strong to know when to take care of yourself. He knew you were strong because you wouldn't have survived this long otherwise. But maybe what you needed wasn't strength, but gentleness. You needed healing and care and all the things you wouldn't or couldn't give yourself. If only you'd let him give them to you.

Yoongi pulled up a chair and sat to examine the damage you had done. Once he cleaned the blood away it wasn't too bad, but he would still have to restitch you. He sighed heavily to himself as he began to remove the old stitches. 

"You know, this would have healed very nicely and maybe not even left a scar if you had just been patient and let it heal," Yoongi told you softly as we worked, cutting and pulling the bits of thread from your skin. 

"What's another scar?" you mumbled, looking away from him. 

"It doesn't matter," he admitted. "None of them do."

You scoffed at the way he said that as if he believed it, as if the marks didn't disgust him. He looked up at you with serious eyes. His thumb stroked one of the ones on your side right where your waist was the smallest. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You had no idea how to respond to that or his touch or the way he was looking at you. You didn't know what to do with the warmth that spread through your chest at all of it. 

"They don't. They don't matter at all. What matters is that you're healthy and strong."

"I'm trying to get strong," you muttered as your eyes got watery again.

Yoongi shook his head as he took his hand away and focused on threading his needle. "This isn't the way, Val. You need serious rest. You need to spend at least a week recovering from all that you've been through. When you're truly healthy, then you can focus on building up your strength again. Your body can't work any other way."

"You don't know what my body can do, Doc," you muttered bitterly. "And I don't have time to sit around on my nalgas and wait for something else to happen."

"You're safe here, Val. Nothing is going to happen to you. You have as much time as it takes." 

"You don't understand!"

"No, you don't understand!" He snapped back. "You remember when you told us your story when you first asked for our help. You said you got to the point where you realized you had to heal and get strong before you'd be able to leave. That's this point. You have to give it time or it will never happen."

"Oppa," you said softly and he looked up into your eyes. "It never happened then either. I've never been able to leave. I've never been safe."

His eyes filled with sadness but he didn't look away from yours. "But you are now. Everyone in this house would do anything necessary to protect you. We'd each kill him ourselves just to keep you safe. What you have to do is rest and heal. We'll do everything else," he promised. 

"Why?" You asked in a small voice. 

That had Yoongi searching for words, not that he didn't know the answer, but he didn't know what to say. Confessing to you would be ridiculous right now, confessing for others, even more so. He was pretty sure you wouldn't believe him. 

"That's a silly question," he mumbled and went back to stitching.

"Oppa," you started without knowing where to go.

Yoongi shook his head again. "Just promise me you'll rest. That's the only thing for you to do. Watch some Netflix. Read a book. Do anything but work out for the next week and I promise it will be worth it."

"Okay," you agreed quietly and sat still while he finished your stitches. 

When he was done, Yoongi looked down at your hands and sighed. "Bare knuckles?" He asked, lifting one of your red hands. A few knuckles were bleeding, but not too much.

"If I get my hands on him it will be with my bare hands, oppa," you reasoned.

He couldn't tell you how much he hoped that would never happen; how he hoped one of the boys would take care of it for you; how he would even do it himself so you didn't have to. But you didn't need to hear that from him and you wouldn't. "I don't suppose you'd ice them."

You gave him a small smile and shook your head. "They're used to it, believe me."

Yoongi frowned and traced his thumb so lightly over one of your knuckles. "You know, just because you're used to living a certain way doesn't mean you have to keep living that way." He looked up into your eyes. "You can do more than just survive, Val."

Your smile flickered. You weren't sure if you believed him. "Maybe when all this is over."

He nodded. "Let me put a bandage on and I'll get you a shirt."

You stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "I actually really need a shower," you admitted shamefully. 

"Right. That's a good idea. I can give you a bandage if you think you can put it on yourself. Or you can come back down when you're done. Or text me and I'll come up," Yoongi rambled, trying not to think about you in the shower, even though you were already half naked in front of him. 

"Actually," you looked away from him, fixing your eyes on your feet. "I'm afraid I'll get a bit side tracked. It's just something that happens and today I'm feeling a little…" 

You let your words trail off, but Yoongi understood. Jimin had described the way he found you yesterday to him before you came down to dinner. 

"Sure. I'll come up in about thirty minutes and finish patching you up. Does that sound okay?" 

You nodded shyly. "Thanks, oppa. I don't deserve you."

Yoongi caught your hand as you slipped off the exam table. "Don't ever say that, Val. You do. I'd do anything for you, even if you didn't deserve it, but you do."

Your cheeks warmed as you turned away and slipped your bloody shirt on to make the journey upstairs. "I'll see you soon," you mumbled before you left in a hurry, avoiding his eyes. 

Yoongi had such a kind heart and pure soul it almost made you forget whose house you were in and who he worked for. Yoongi didn't belong here. You thought he must have seen you as so incredibly broken, like a wounded bird that needed healing before it could be expected to survive in nature again. You hated his pity as much as you loved the warm feeling you got when he treated you so tenderly. No one had ever handled you so gently or cared for you so openly in your whole life. You'd have to do what he asked and heal quickly, if only for him to see how strong you could be too.

You tried really hard to keep your promise to Yoongi to rest and heal. It wasn't easy though. You'd always had plenty of energy and enjoyed being physical. It wouldn't have been so bad except that they also insisted on keeping you inside the house, so that Joaquin couldn't get to you. Just twenty-four hours after Yoongi had fixed you up once again you were already climbing the walls. 

You crept down the stairs to the basement after casually checking to see if Yoongi was in his clinic, but he was absent. You were just going to take an innocent look into the gym. If Jungkook was there you could keep him company while he worked out. When you got to the bottom of the stairs though, you found Jimin watching a Korean show on the giant screen—at least you thought it sounded like Korean. You could see the back of Jimin's head over the large, L-shaped couch that dominated the room, and you assumed he was alone. You tried to quietly slip past the central space toward your destination.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yoongi's voice sounded accusatory from behind. You winced automatically. 

"I think I left something in the gym yesterday," you lied without turning to face him. 

"No, you didn't. I've checked," Yoongi smirked. He had been laying down on the soft, comfortable couch, but he sat up to look at you as you turned around. 

"Okay, then." You gave in easily, not wanting to look like you were planning to break your promise—which you weren't.  

"Why don't you come watch with us for a while," Yoongi offered, making a space for you between him and Jimin. You were going to decline, but you really didn't have anything better to do, so you went and sat between them. 

"I can put on subtitles," Jimin offered, already clicking a button on the remote to make the words appear on the screen. You chuckled and he looked at you curiously since it was a dramatic scene.

"I can't read English, Jimin," you admitted. His lips parted in surprise and a little embarrassment at his assumption, but he quickly clicked through to find Spanish subtitles. Truthfully that wasn't a great help either, but you really didn't care. You'd learned English mostly by watching TV since you were rarely allowed to go out except for training when you lived with Joaquin. You didn't think you were going to pay much attention to the show anyway, but the drama sucked you in quickly, with a little help from Jimin and Yoongi telling you bits about the characters and things you had missed already in the series. Luckily they weren't too far into it yet. Occasionally they would explain things about Korean culture that were relevant to things on screen so that you would understand better. But mostly you just watched, eyes never leaving the screen as you paid more attention to the actions and facial expressions of the characters than the words that went by too fast for you to read. 

You were so absorbed in watching, you didn't see the way Yoongi smiled at you, pleased to have found a way to distract you. He could get you to binge dozens of kdramas and escape into fantasies while your body rested and healed. He wondered if you would like anime? He could spend hours watching with you to make sure you didn't lift a finger. He didn't mind one bit watching your face while you focused intently on the story either. His eyes traced every feature, observing every slight shift in your expression as you did your best to work out what was happening.

Several hours into watching, while you had your attention fixed on the show, Yoongi hopped up the stairs to go to the kitchen for snacks. You still hadn't shown a clear preference for salty or sweet snacks, but when he thought about it, he hadn't really known you that long. Merely a week. He didn't really know your preferences on anything, but he desperately wanted to learn. He popped a bag of popcorn in the microwave and gathered a package of Oreos and his favorite chips from the pantry. He poured the steaming bag of popcorn into a bowl and grabbed a soda and a bottle of water from the fridge before he trapsed back down the stairs with his arms full. 

He plopped back down on the couch, leaving a foot or so between you, where he laid out the things he'd brought, seeing what you would choose. 

"Take whatever you want," he said quietly when you only looked at the items but were too hesitant to take anything. You considered a moment longer, your eyes flickering up to his once to see if there was a wrong answer before you grabbed the water bottle. He watched as you grabbed a handful of popcorn, lifting it to your mouth while you turned your attention back to the screen, completely ignoring the cookies. He settled back into the couch and opened the can of soda with a pop.

"Did you bring anything for me, hyung?" Jimin asked with a too-playful smile while Yoongi sipped his drink. 

"You have legs," the older responded.

"Yah! So does Val!" Jimin cried, indignant.

"Val is recuperating and shouldn't move too much." Yoongi got a great deal of satisfaction out of the smug smile you gave Jimin before sticking your tongue out at him childishly. Jimin rolled his eyes and leaned his body away from you. 

Jimin hadn’t exactly made his mind up about you. When you’d first started dating Taehyung he had apathetically failed to form much of an opinion of you. He thought you were attractive, but he found most people attractive. Jimin enjoyed having sex and could find something charming enough about anyone to fuck them at least once. But that was clearly not going to happen since Taehyung was insistent on keeping you to himself, and Jimin was quite sure that sooner or later his lover would lose interest in you, so there was no need to invest time into getting to know you. You were just a girl. 

“She could at least share,” Jimin mumbled in Korean, earning a side eye of disapproval from Yoongi. 

Considering his relationship with Taehyung, maybe he should have been jealous of you, but that wasn’t who Jimin was. Jimin wasn’t in love with anyone other than himself. Even as inseparable as he was with Taehyung, he couldn't say really say that was love. He liked Taehyung and had a sense of loyalty to him, but those things did not add up to love in Jimin’s mind. If Taehyung wanted to buckle down and make his life about some girl, that was his prerogative. It didn’t threaten Jimin one bit. And, of course, he cared about the well being of the members of Bangtan--they were like family to him. But love? Jimin has never been so sentimental. 

And you? Well, even with you and Taehyung unattached, it seemed you would be staying around in Jimin’s life for quite some time, but he still didn’t know what to think about you. He did care about Taehyung’s feelings enough to be upset when you first broke the man’s heart, but Jimin had the keen ability to be objective about nearly everything, so he knew you had meaningful reasons to push the man away, and he couldn’t blame you for them. Still, Jimin did care about Bangtan, and he did worry about the threat you posed to them and his own status. 

You grabbed the popcorn and scooted closer to Jimin, nudging him with your elbow, “Pobrecito, don’t worry, we can share.”

Yoongi whipped his head toward you in disbelief and then looked to see the smirk pull at Jimin’s lips. “Val, did you just–”

Jimin eyed you suspiciously as he grabbed a handful of popcorn. There’s no way you could have picked up Korean after binging a few episodes and you’ve only been with Bangtan for a week tops.

Jimin decided to test your Korean, keeping his eyes carefully to the screen so as not to alert you to his careful calculations. You had been around such a blend of languages lately, maybe you wouldn’t notice. “Do you like sweets?” he asked, slow and clear so you might understand.

“If they’re Mexican,” you said in English, apparently not registering the Korean. “Nothing can beat a good tres leches.”

“Aye, do you guys always talk this much when you watch TV?” You chastised. Yoongi laughed and settled comfortably on the couch. No matter how impressed he was with you already, you kept finding ways to endear him even more. And truth be told, no matter how many skills you possessed or languages you knew, the thing that warmed his heart most was listening to you happily munch on some popcorn and gasp when the villain turned out to be the hero’s brother.

After a few days of rest, Yoongi and Jimin had gotten you through several of their favorite shows. You had stayed up late with Yoongi to finish Sky Castle, which had made his normal late night much more enjoyable, but left you with nothing much to excite you for the next day. You had never been in the habit of sleeping late, usually woken up by the sun, especially in the summer, when it rose so early. You went out to the pool to see if you could bother Jungkook for a bit, but he was unusually absent. So you settled for wandering aimlessly around the first floor of the house, examining with your ignorant eyes every piece of art that Namjoon had meticulously curated. 

After a few minutes you were perfectly convinced you did not and never would understand art. Surely everything Namjoon collected was not only expensive but also of the highest quality—at least to the type of people who were able to judge those things—but whatever meaning they had appeared utterly lost on you. Standing in front of a large canvas painted with two broad strokes of differing tones of blue, all you could think of was the way the dark ocean met the clean blue sky at the distant horizon in your native Veracruz. Memories void of any faces or events but full of the sounds of children playing and waves lapping the sand, the warm sun on your bare, smooth back, salt water tacky on your skin and the rough sand between your toes.

"What do you think?" Namjoon asked from beside you, making you jump and throw your hand up in front of you defensively.

"I don't think anything. I don't know anything about this stuff," you mumbled, embarrassed by your ignorance. 

Namjoon tilted his head to the side and glanced down at you. "You don't have to know anything about art to have thoughts about it," he reasoned.

You smiled ironically at him. "I don't have any thoughts about anything, Namjoon."

"If only that were true, right?" He took a breath and stood firmly next you, as if he wouldn't move until you told him exactly what you thought. "Do you like it?"

You shrugged and frowned slightly. "The colors are pretty."

"Yes, they are. What were you thinking about while you were standing here?" 

You looked back at the painting briefly before looking down. 

"Nothing."

"You were standing here for at least three minutes, you must have thought of something."

You smirked at him and it almost made him smile. "You were watching me for three minutes?"

"At least."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to know what you were thinking."

"Don't you know I've had many blows to the head. Not many thoughts up here."

Namjoon sighed, somehow affectionately. "Come on, Val, humor me. Tell me you hate it. I won't care."

"It's stupid," you groaned. But Namjoon merely lifted his eyebrows patiently. "Fine. I was thinking about the ocean."

Namjoon hummed. "Which ocean?"

"The gulf, in my hometown." 

"In Veracruz?" You merely nodded. "That's not stupid," he told you with a shake of his head. His mouth opened as if he were about to ask another question, but his attention was diverted when the front door opened.

"We should have called," Hoseok said quietly as he gently closed the front door.

"Namjoon, is awake by now. He's probably in his office," Seokjin replied, not having noticed you in the hallway to the side. 

"I'm right here. You're early. Is everything okay?" Namjoon announced himself and you followed him into the foyer. Both men's eyes fell on you and you couldn't seem to help giving them a smile. 

"Everything is fine. I just wanted to discuss some changes to tonight's plan with you." Although Seokjin clearly addressed Namjoon, he hadn't stopped looking at you. "Good morning, Val," he added with a nod of his head and a smile.

You bowed to him more deeply. "Good morning, ahjussi," you smiled. When you looked back up at him, his smile was gone, Hoseok was laughing and Namjoon had clamped a hand over his mouth. The oldest man made a high, indignant sound and puffed his chest with a deep breath. Then he deflated a little. Squinting his eyes and pointing a finger at you, he lowly responded, "Jungkook taught you that, didn't he?"

You shrank in on yourself slightly and gulped. "Yes."

Hoseok continued to laugh. 

"What did I say?" You cried to him. You'd gathered that it was a term for a man older than you, which Jin was, but obviously Jungkook had left out some crucial nuance.

"You…called him…old," Hoseok replied between hiccupping laughs.

"No, I didn't!" You swore innocently. 

"That little brat." Seokjin's neck and ears had turned bright red.

"I didn't mean it!"

Namjoon found your chagrin endearing and took pity on you. His large, warm hand rested reassuringly on your shoulder as he told you, "he meant Jungkook, not you. Just…if Kook teaches you any words, you should probably check with Yoongi before you say them to anyone else."

"Okay," you pouted. "I didn't mean to call you old. I don't even know how old you are."

"And you don't need to know. Not that old. Sunbaenim is just fine," he told you irritably. You nodded at the familiar phrase.

"Got it, sunbaenim."

Hoseok, it appeared, hadn't gotten his giggles out.

"Let's go into my office," Namjoon told the elder as the last of the tension diffused around you. 

Hoseok looked between you, Namjoon and Jin for a moment before the leader settled his mind and gave him a nod. 

Seokjin seemed to agree. "I don't need you in here. Entertain the child," he teased.

It was your turn to make a squeak of protest, but you figured it was fair and said nothing as the two men walked toward Namjoon's office. Hoseok turned to you and smiled, but said nothing. The silence grew increasingly awkward the longer you stood there.

"Where have you been the last few days?" You asked finally. You hadn't seen him since the dinner you had several nights ago.

"I've been busy with business."

"And your business doesn't bring you here?"

Hoseok shook his head. "Not always."

"Oh." You frowned and scuffed your toe on the tile. 

"Why? Did you miss me?" 

"No!" You replied too quickly. "With everyone in this house? How could I?" You went quiet but he didn't answer. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me," you admitted to the floor.

"I'm not." But his voice wasn't convincing. You could hear the apology coming before the words left his mouth. "I'm sorry for the other day."

"It wasn't your fault."

Hoseok's breath caught in his throat when he realized you thought he was apologizing for you getting taken again. "I–it–I was apologizing for the kiss," he finally managed. 

"The…oh." In the fog of that day you'd almost forgotten about it. You just knew from others that Hoseok had been blaming himself for something that couldn't be his fault. The kiss almost didn't register for you, although now it seemed you could recall it perfectly and your cheeks showed it.

"I shouldn't have done that, without your permission, and I'm sorry."

"I think you already apologized and got yelled at by Namjoon." You tried to smile at the awkward moment. You didn't mind, even now thinking back on it, but it was as unexpected now in your memories as it was then.

"Namjoon is very big on consent, and that's right. I just…couldn't help myself."

"It's okay-"

"No. It isn't. And Namjoon said I can't come over unless it's for business until I learn my manners."

You smiled, and bumped your shoulder against Hoseok's, not saying anything but hopefully conveying that you two were really okay. The thing you wouldn't admit...couldn't admit, was that you had missed Hoseok. And Seokjin, too. And that didn't make any sense to you. It didn't make sense that all the members of Bangtan, all these relative strangers, despite their kindness and hospitality, gave you butterflies when you thought of them. Even Tae, in the way he wasn't around, was showing you kindness and respect that didn't make sense to you. For the first time, you were just existing, in a space, without expectation...and it just, it didn't make sense.

Before you got too lost in your thoughts, you turned to Hoseok, "Want to watch some dramas with me?"

His heart-shape smile gave you those butterflies again, "Absolutely."

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