#sayitsdrawkcab

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actual protective bestfriend content in 2021??

[seesgood]

Caroline is your OC, idk what you're on about Lia. She belongs everywhere and anywhere.

no it’s okay it’s fine i’ve come to terms with the fact that i’m just running a caroline forbes insert blog. tvd birthed her but i’m making her everyone else’s problem.

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@sayitsdrawkcab​ gets a plotted starter

          they were still waiting for some of their furniture to arrive.  so, for the time being there was a pile of blankets on the floor ( which was an upgrade from when he slept directly on the hardwood back at his old apartment ).  rigid enough to feel comfortable, for reasons he didn’t - couldn’t- sleep on a mattress.  he’d tried when he stayed at steve’s for a few days.  odd how something so soft could make him feel like he couldn’t breathe.

           bring back the magician.  words echo behind closed eyelids as if they were seconds fresh.  we’ll break her, put her back together, and see how everything works.  and, he’d tried.  somehow, hydra scouts had been able to guess where she’d land.  long, dark tendrils float on the air as her body falls from the heavens like a present dropped by the angels.  the asset fought; he’d fought much harder than he originally anticipated. 

          it’s much more vivid than he remembers.  dust floats all around them.  metal fingers grasp and clench, trying to shut down the apparent source of her power.  though he couldn’t feel skin, he could feel the shifts in pressure.  a little more to crush the wind pipe, but not enough to break the spine.  

          bucky, this isn’t you, faith and understanding smile back at him.  it’s enough for his fingers to loosen their grip, ever so slightly.  who was bucky?  bucky....

          when the soldier snaps awake it causes him to roll off the edge of the blanket.  sheets twist all around his ankles and knees.  panic sets in as he fights against the restraint, not fully comprehending he was on the floor of an apartment; locked safely in a safe space.  the sheet is pushed, yanked, and tossed away with little regard for the other body he’d pulled it off of.

                                zatanna.

          “ i’m sorry, “ fingers comb through the short strands on top of his head.  finding his way to his knees, bucky leans over far enough for his forehead to touch the edge of their makeshift nest.  he inhales deeply, filling his lungs until they burn, and then exhaling back out as slowly as he can manage.  he keeps trying to remind himself that he’s home and wearing the muzzle is nothing but a bad memory at this point.  “ i’m so sorry. “

[herrwagner]

"You're so fucking greedy for love, you really can't hide it. So many people spoonfeed it to you and it's never enough."

It truly and completely felt like an endless cycle. Not even a spiral, just a loop that refuse to stop pushing them along the already made lines. Something had either Zee or Daken snap, one of them ended up dead, and Kurt was alone with who remained standing this time for two days. And with Daken it was this; the loop of sex with the occasional screaming. Well they didn’t really scream, not always anyway. It was raised voices, as adults do. The kind of voices that left children flinching and emotionally traumatized even from hearing it three rooms away. 

On the plus side no children were involved. On the downside; it meant Kurt and Daken could throw around as much stuff as they like and no one would stop them.

Like now for example; with Kurt throwing the next best thing within reach which ended up being a bowl filled with fruit. The fruit fell out of it, naturally. But all in all it was a pretty good aim for someone not necessarily looking at their target. Still it missed Daken by a foot, maybe two actually. and cracked against the wall behind the other mutant.

It seemed, however. that the energy Kurt’s rage had brought him seemed to run dry. As if he had been emptied of it all. The anger was still there though. Clear as day as he glared over at Daken from across the room. Long hair fell down in his face, shielding his eyes slightly like a broken curtain. Tail whipped behind him showing just what mood he was in. “What does it matter to you?” The growl that wasn’t let lose just yet gave his voice a particular kind of vibration to it. The kind that stayed with you and clung to the air, and made the air feel heavier. “You can barely even recognize love to begin with, can you? It doesn’t matter how much someone love you, you will never feel it. Never experience it. You’re good at play pretend, I will give you that. Even when I know you lie, I almost believe you sometimes. But you will never know what it actually feels like. Why it matters. Why I want it. So who the hell are you to judge, Daken?”

His voice rang with the emotions he tried to keep the reins on. Tried was the only word fitting, because each second you could see it slipping from him. Falling through his fingers, making the cracks in the façade all the more prominent. Few people ever got to see this side of Kurt. Even fewer got to see it repeatedly. Daken on the other hand had seen Kurt here, and further still. so man times by now that Kurt didn’t even want to consider it. It was embarrassing, in a way. and admitting to it even worse. 

“It’s not like you actually care so why are you here? Why bother? If it is such a chore why are you not leaving already?!” His voice pitched a bit higher, but it broke with it. Such a tone couldn’t carry the emotions that felt like it was breaking his ribcage from the inside, repeatedly. “No one is making you stay. No one is forcing you to be here. No one is frankly even telling you to be with me, so why are you complaining over something you are actively choosing? Do you honestly think I’m so dumb as to think you’re not here to gain something? Here for yourself.” He spat out the words with as much spite as he could muster, which frankly wasn’t nearly enough to fulfill the idea head in mind to begin with.

“Yes, I love you. Yes, I wish didn’t at this point, but I do.” Nothing he hadn’t said before. Nothing he still didn’t mean every time he said it. “So stop sounding like a bored teenager with nothing better to do and leave or get your ass over here, because I fucking need a hug and you will give it to me.”

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[hellblcze]

@sayitsdrawkcab​ said:“ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ”              morning after starters

“pity, luv. I was just gettin’ started.“ and he cracks a smile and a chuckle, shaking his head at her comment. “I should be the one bloody tired, sweetheart. I’m older, and smoke for days.“ and yet, here he is, ready to go again. whoever said that those who smoke tire easily didn’t knew him.  “need me to get some water for ya?”

[dreaminoflababy]

Siren's one of the most creative people on this site.

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FROM: @sayitsdrawkcab​ RE: While Zatanna would never trade what she had in this reality for the world, she found a happiness here that she could only dream of where she came from. But sometimes, just sometimes she felt some kind of way. Mostly about her father -- she missed him. Family had always been important to her and she had herself a nice little family here with Bucky and their cats. But everything she had to remember her dad was back where she came from.She felt bad about disturbing him, because she knew he was working on something but she kind of ducked under his arms as he was holding something so she wouldn't be too much in his way and she curled herself against his chest, face cuddled into the curve of his neck, lips against skin as she breathed him in and instantly some of that feeling disappeared and she felt better. He smelled like aftershave, his own brand of magic and just a bit of metal that she'd come to love. Zee didn't say anything, she just stayed as close to him as possible while he did whatever it was he had been working on. STATUS: always accepting random !

          helping sam or his team wasn’t official in any kind of capacity but it beat sitting on his hands and getting bored.  it was pretty easy for his mind to wander when he wasn’t doing something; easy for the nightmares to catch up.  mentally, bucky argued that there was no better person to be out there hunting down the bad guys since by almost everyone’s definition he’d been one, too.  that’s how people still knew him as.  that ghost.  the persona he tries very very hard to move past or even ignore ( not that having been the winter soldier is something that can be brushed off ).  it’s not dust.  it’s not lint stuck to his jacket.  that trauma was close to seven decades of his unnaturally long life.  as tired as bucky was, he wanted to make the best of it.

          he can hear the creak in the floor.  the solider is hyperaware of the movement in the shadows but does his best to keep typing.  a glance reveals both facial expression and body language, which helps his own to ease into the chair a little.

          zatanna’s much smaller form climbs into his lap.  bucky stills but makes no motion to help, partially to be playful and partially because he didn’t know what she was really trying to do.  once she’s settled, however, right hand slides easily behind the back of her head.  “ iubi, “ is whispered against her shoulder before a light kiss.  he had no immediate plans to leave.  they hadn’t fought ( that he knew of but that was a different matter entirely ).  “ i should’ve stood up to give you more of a climbing challenge, “ bucky smiles again.  fingers lightly scratch at the magician’s scalp.  his left hand drops from the laptop so he can wrap the arm around her waist.  “ what happened? “

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