#{I honestly feel like my muse so much since our lives seem to have been nothing but tragedy and heartache. Such fucking loneliness.}

[vxmpirehunterd]

UPDATE: A REASON FOR MY ABSENCE, A BRIEF SUMMARY Normally I don't make posts about my life but I think I need to give an update to all the peeps out there about my random absences. I don't talk about my life a lot due to the amount of dysfunction and heartache that goes on behind the scenes that drain my will to be creative, to interact with everyone, to even live. It's like every year that goes on, there was something in the background that disrupted my life and mental state further.

First and foremost I've grown up a parentified child taking on responsibilities not mine to bear with no say in the matter. Being forced to give up my own childhood for my own parent's selfish decisions. Then I moved away from my mother's to my father's. Which wasn't even better from 2014-2019 living with him was very terrifying due to his anger issues and violence whenever I didn't do things his way. He had this expectation for me to go to college full time while working full time and expected me to pay for my own college and pay him rent. When I stopped going to school to focus on working, he would verbally and sometimes physically hurt me. I had lost a severe amount of weight due to the stress and decided to move back in with my mother in 2019.

Fast forward 2021 my father died of cancer and my mom is in a custody battle with one of her many baby daddies and looked to me for financial support since she hadn't worked in nearly a decade. I had started a new job around that time but my mental health was drained at that point.

Now in 2024 my mother has decided to bring my elderly and sick grandmother into the household where we don't have a lot of resources and we really aren't equipped to give her proper care. But now the table has turned where she has finally got a new job a month ago and I am not working currently. She decided to dump the task of taking care of a confused, incontinent, elderly grandmother onto. Even though my own mother never had anything good to say about her own mother and I don't have great experiences with my grandma either. But we have to take care of her because "we're family." Gimme a break.

So right now I'm a bit pissed, sad, tired, and a myriad of other unpleasant emotions. If you ever want to know why Koji is gone all the time. Here is your answer. Family life bullshit.

But not to worry, I've been working on trying to get myself out of this hole I've seemed to find myself in again. Because I do want to interact with all my new followers and old ones. It's just that I've been recovering from deep wounds.

[solarwynd]

I had a sudden wave of "I miss BTS" today but not the BTS of today if that makes sense? I miss how they used to be. BTS were never perfect and I'm sure I'd find loads of things to be annoyed at today if I'm super involved in the fandom but still, their chemistry was amazing when they were together. I see people talking about how they can't wait for BTS to be back together and they'll reference clips of them but it's so rare for those clips to be from 2020 and later. I'm talking about their dynamic specifically - in terms of entertainment their newer content isn't terrible but there used to be an x factor to their dynamic that really set them apart in the past. Nowadays they seem like a regular group of friends which is fine too ig but that special sauce is missing.

I remember one anon said (I'm not sure if it's your blog or another) about how armys cling to old narratives and can't accept that the members have changed but that makes sense because it's easy to accept change when the new thing is better than the old but in our case that's not the situation. Whether it's music or relationships or personality, old BTS (after they'd matured some and gotten some media training to be sure) was better than their current incarnations imo. Of course Jimin is the only exception here for me which is probably my bias speaking? But he wasn't my initial bias or my only bias so perhaps me liking only him now seems like a side effect rather than having solo blinders.

Sorry for suddenly introducing this topic. I was watching some old edits and I realised how much new bangtan edits are just thirst traps nowadays. Even the fandom has kind of degraded in that sense - with respect to charting and honestly also how much entertainment they get from just being in fandom. Maybe I'm just feeling doomsdayish since they're all enlisted and the fandoms a bit inactive even though they've been churning out solo stuff nonstop.

Also missing Jimin is a big factor to my general despondence. I know his promo completely sucked during face but at least he tried to give us as much as he could from his side like dance performances or variety show appearances or infrequently coming on live and just talking or doing tiktoks. It wasn't anything major but it was nice going through face era side by side with Jimin and I'm really missing him during muse era. His absence is so much more conspicuous than I thought it would be.

For all the jikook show will cause every degenerate Jimin anti to come out of the woodwork next month, and as much as JK in general annoys me nowadays, if I can see Jimin for 8 x 30-60 minute episodes, then I'm looking forward to it. July 19 with muse and then aug 8 - sep 19 for the show. And then maybe I'll take a break from the whole BTS thing because without Jimin around, things feel a lil bleak I can't lie

I get you and I agree.

[themuse-if]

Another 20 (or so) Questions with Faye Winters

Interviewer: Welcome to another installment of our character interviews, where we dive deep into the lives and minds of our favorite cast members of The Muse. Today, we have Faye Winters with us, a contemporary dancer who can shape clay as fluidly as she shapes her body. Faye, thank you for joining us. Could you start by telling us what made you want to pursue dance and sculpting?

Faye: I've always felt a deep connection to movement and expression. Dance, especially contemporary dance, allows me to convey emotions and stories in a way that words cannot. And sculpting is a whole other thing! It allows me to create the human form in a single beautiful moment. It's so interesting to create something stationary that contains so much movement.

Interviewer: How do you want to be seen by others?

Faye: Honestly sometimes I wish that I could pick and choose when I'm actually perceived.

Interviewer: Ok...could you elaborate on that?

Faye: I'm naturally pretty extroverted and I really love being around friends, old and new. I've just been really struggling to navigate my relationships, peoples expectations, their assumptions about me. I don't like conflict but no matter what I do it seems to find me.

Interviewer: I see the more people you let in the more complicated life can become. How about your art, how do you want it to be seen by others?

Faye: Sometimes I really shy away from just letting my true emotions show, It's not that I'm not actually a cheerful person, I just don't know if people will like the other parts of me. When I dance...it's like I'm still me but since I'm performing I can put my whole self into it and not be afraid of being harshly judged for who I am. If someone feels the need to critique my work that's one thing, but when they judge my character then it actually hurts. *starts fiddling with her hair* Uh I'm not sure if that answers your question.

Interviewer: No, I understand. You want people to see all of you through your work even the parts your afraid for them to see. So what do you look for, what traits do you value most in a friend?

Faye: Authenticity. I value friends who are genuine, who accept me for who I am and who I can be myself around. I might have a really big social circle, but I've actually only got a few friends that truly understand me and make me feel safe.

Interviewer: Mhm that checks out. So, what is your latest obsession?

Faye: I've been baking even more recently. I'm trying to perfect some recipes before I start my blog. Mmm struggling to come up with a name for it though. Let me know I you think of something. *reveals the most charming smile*

Interviewer: *grins back* I'll start brainstorming ASAP! Ok could you describe your ideal partner?

Faye: *starts chewing on her bottom lip, lost in thought* I mean I don't have a type. I think that I just gravitate towards people that make me feel at ease. Chemistry should be natural, like I want them to be my best friend, but I also want to feel butterflies and be a bit nervous around them.

Interviewer: Alright, and what was your first kiss like?

Faye: *chuckles to herself* It was my eighth grade spring formal. I went with my friend Gabriella who I had a secret crush on. We were young and I was still figuring myself out, my sexuality my gender identity. She was so cool and I had a crush on her for a while but I wasn't sure if she liked girls. I wasn't even sure if I liked girls until we kissed. We were just going as friends, but the DJ (aka Mr. Harrison our English teacher) just kept playing slow songs and we still wanted to dance. So on the fifth slow song in a row we were swaying gently she was really locked in on my eyes. I suddenly felt brave and went in for a little peck. She didn't shy away, it was sweet. I didn't stop smiling for the rest of the night.

Interviewer: That's honestly too cute. It's nice that your first have left such a sweet memory. Ok next question. Have you ever been in love?

Faye: *lets out the deepest sigh* I think you already know the answer to that. *she closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose* Yes I have been in love.

Interviewer: *clears their throat* Sorry about that...I don't think you'll like this next question either. When was your last relationship, and why did it end?

Faye: *covers her face with her hands* Uh god I really hate this. Ok, ok fine. You already know that Karla and I were together until recently, but hey I might as well tell you the whole story. We had a class together fall semester freshman year, Art-107: 2D Fundamentals. It's one of the core classes for Studio Arts. Anyways along with the obvious drawing assignments we also spent a lot of time taking field trips to galleries and museums. I had already noticed Karla in class but, she really stood out to me on those days...usually she would walk around with her headphones on, she seemed to be in a world entirely her own. Anyway, one day we were looking at the same piece and next thing I know she says, "You know we've been standing here for the last twenty minutes, and I haven't thought about anything except that you smell like lavender, honey, and sunshine." And then she just smiled at me...it was the most soft and unassuming expression. It's like she didn't have up any walls, she had a thought and just said it without worrying about it. She drew me in instantly. I never told her this, but I fell for her right then and there. At first everything felt so easy between us. Karla has this quiet confidence that just made me feel so secure in her, in myself...in us. *she lets out a bitter laugh* Then as usual when life starts getting to good obstacles come out to play! Long story short one of our "friends" started trying to drive a wedge between us. At the time I didn't realize it or want to believe it, but I think he was interested in me so he was always around and acting a little more than friendly. I tried to just brush it off as a little innocent crush. One day we were hanging out together waiting on Karla and next thing I know he's kissing me. *the interviewer's eyes go wide already knowing where this is going* Yeah...Karla had just walked in. Even though she saw me push him away. Even though I told here it was completely one sided she just didn't want to deal with the drama. And that was that.

Interviewer: Well fuck. That's really shitty. I can't even imagine having someone I thought was my friend do that to me.

Faye: Yeah it was really messed up. Sorry for rambling...I just wanted to get it off my chest, I'm so tired of people asking me about it. Now I just want to try and move on. But of course I haven't stopped thinking about her, not even for a single day.

Interviewer: I can imagine...sorry this next question almost feels to light hearted in comparison.*Faye shrugs signaling them to continue* What’s your ideal Friday night?

Faye: *she cracks a smile* Your right this is a rather light transition. Ok so my ideal Friday night would start with a sunset picnic. Just eating some yummy snacks, listing to music and being out in nature. Maybe we'll dance in the grass or just lay around and talk.

Interviewer: That sounds like a fantastic evening. What’s the last song you listened to?

Faye: "If You Were Mine" by Minova.

Interviewer: I'll have to give it a listen. How do you behave in a relationship?

Faye: In one word giving. I really like doing things for my partner. Curating sweet little gifts and dates keeping in mind how well I know them, in my opinion, is the best way to show them how I feel.

Interviewer: Do you approach those you’re interested in or let them come to you?

Faye: I think it's definitely a bit of both. I'll definitely approach someone first if it seems like they're on the shy side. Until I turned fourteen...maybe fifteen I was pretty awkward, but then I just decided to start accepting myself and putting myself out there.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Faye: I really hate liars. Especially if you're lying about someone else. Like, why would you drag someone else's name through the mud.

Interviewer: What do you notice first about a person?

Faye: Their energy and presence. It's not that I believe in auras or anything, but people really do give off unique vibes.

Interviewer: What did you dream about last night?

Faye: Nothing that I can remember, thank god! I did watch a suspense movie right before bed, so I was sleeping with the lights on.

Interviewer: *lets out a light chuckle* Well Faye this has been an absolute pleasure, but I believe that’s all the time we have for today. Thank you so much for coming in and sharing more of your story with us!

[alex-turners-world]

Well here is my opinion on these things 🙊// I honestly don't think he will get carried away, he is almost 40 years old and that photo did not look very good on him, he will get wrinkles and, in my opinion (possibly delusional), on the car tour he will He looked very happy, I was surprised to see that people said the opposite because when I saw the whole tour he seemed much healthier than on the 2016/2018 tour, it seems that he is sober and he really seems happier. . 2018 seemed miserable, now not so much. I think she's just old and getting older // As for the Louise thing, I don't like it, but I don't think she's miserable being together. Sure it's a little... Weird... That they don't even live together after 6 years, but I think people look at random photos of them with bitch faces resting and see that he's miserable and hates her. And then pictures come out where they're smiling together and they're like, Oh my God, it's fake and he hates her! I don't know how I could, it's none of my business, but I think they just don't like dads harassing them on the streets haha. He can get whoever he wants, I don't think he'll stay with Louise for long if he hates her, even if it's her fault and he cheated on her, I don't think he'll have the willpower to stay. a relationship for a long time. 6 years if she is miserable. Since he is with her it seems like he is sober, now he also seems healthier, I think she is good for him. But I don't know haha ​​// Hahahahahaha 😂 I have the feeling that this Anonymous is Louise or Amanda Hahahahahaha 😂 The Car tour has been Alex decline in style, (and I am NOT referring to his Artistic level) (YES not to his level Personal), he looked so sad like he was working hard, he looked so angry at how people talked at his concerts while he sang, he looked so sickly (I know we shouldn't talk about other people's bodies, but Alex looks exaggeratedly thin and messy the whole fucking tour in the same clothes) (honestly, if you compare him to Matt, Jamie and Nick, he doesn't even look happy or healthy physically speaking) I know he's 38 but the poor men looks like he's 50. By far, Alex looked healthier and happier in 2016 with The Last Shadow Puppets on the Everything You've Come to Expect tour, literally speaking in every interview and concert video. Alex is pure happiness next to Miles Kane. On the Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino tour in 2018 we saw Alex proud of his work, in interviews he defended each song and the new musical concept that the band had adopted, while on The Car tour, in interviews Alex looks weak , maybe lazy for having to apologize for not making noise to the fans or lazy because some fans have not been able to understand that the man and his friends have evolved and matured, come on, they are men about to reach 40 years old. I don't know how much Louise has influenced Alex, but Alex definitely needs a true Muse to inspire him and clearly Louise didn't inspire anything at least in the 4 years of their relationship before The Car.

Well I don't think he looks 50, he looks his age or even younger than his age I would say. But he definitely looks sad and unhappy with his life. It was just the vibe he gave off this tour. He was very unenthusiastic this tour and it was boring to watch because he was so done. He looked like he didn't want to be there. And the interviews...such a shame he didn't say much about it, just half arsed answers and conversations about Matt's lame photo aka cover of the album (sorry, I'm really not a fan of Matt's photography, it's so boring). Alex did look happy and proud talking about tbhc album, I think it was his best work by far and it's a pity the album didn't get the recognition it deserves.

As for him looking happy during eycte tour, well...he was high and drunk for the most of it, so... But I agree that he looks happier, more enthusiastic and more open around Miles. Don't we all when we're around our best friends?

[blindedguilt]

Blindedguilt's 2nd Anniversary + Ask Game

//Hi there!! Today's this blog has turned 2 years old :3 Which is honestly insane when I really think about it, 2021 doesn't seem like two years ago but when looking at how different things were then (I was still living in Germany, for god's sake lmao) it really does seem remarkably different. Since then, to briefly sum it up, I've made a lot more bonds, lost some, and deepened some! //It's been in a bit of a lull, lately, but one I've been fighting to get back into. Even if I've been struggling with writing nowadays, Leonard is just one of those muses where if I'm not actively writing him, I'm thinking about writing him. Things have been quiet, lately, though (No thanks to Tumblr's complete bastardisation of itself and life simply moving on as it does). With that in mind, I'm really hoping to try expanding my horizons this next year coming by making new connections, possibly forming news verses (Though I have only a Dark Souls verse I'm chewing on at present), and of course being more active on this blog! Please wish me luck <3 As always, any help would be greatly appreciated! //It really blows my mind, though. Just looking back at my writing from when I started this blog, putting aside my cringing at it, it really does just blow me away how much I've been able to improve through my interactions with all of you! //That said, I'd really like to go back to these old posts and rewrite them - both as a sort of look back through old memories, and as a comparative project to give them a bit better writing than they originally had.

//So if you'd like, this will be open till the end of the week - Feel free to send in a 🔁 for a rewrite of our first interaction, or specify what you'd like rewritten if there's another you'd like to see redone in particular! Thanks so much for 2 years! :)

[what-the-stark]

👀

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

Oh, so you want a damn novel.

Fair, we've written one over the years. An entire series full of adventure, romance, tragedy, drama...it would definitely not pass the PG vibe check. And if that sounded sappy, well. It was meant to be. I don't even know where to start. I'd usually say the beginning's a good place, but I feel like I've never not wanted you.

That first party was something else though, huh? We started the evening with sarcasm and scotch and ended it naked and enthusiastically desecrating one of my worktables while Cap and every other hero-type of any note in town was up on the Party Deck rocking their collective asses off. I guess I didn't have much of an opportunity for fantasies about you before then, since you were generally threatening me every time we met up. But I sure did afterwards. Planning that party was the best call I ever made.

And then there's the time a year or so later you agreed to go to that gala with me. I still regard that whole situation as an incredible persuasive triumph, for the record. It took me months to convince you, but totally worth the effort. Getting you in formalwear was definitely a thing I needed in my life. And in the backseat of my limo, apparently...even though you refused to wear the tie. I couldn't wait to get you out of all that, and poor Happy was cooling his heels outside while we wrecked each other. And the limo. It was armored, but that didn't seem to matter much.

We never did make it to the gala.

I feel like our trip to Disney's sort of a fluffy dessert fantasy after all that. You didn't even push, just sort of side-eyed me when the park was empty that night. I'd been harassing you to go for actual years, and when we finally do make it there — however reluctantly on your part — we were alone. I'm sure that Star Wars ride was never the same (literally certain, I had to buy them a new ride car) but that was one entertaining check on my sexual bucket list, and honestly if the theme of the park was riding you, I'd visit way more often.

In hindsight, a lot of our lives together have involved me harassing you until you break down and humor me over one thing or another.

But I get it. Surrender is your love language. And you've always spoken mine.

[viciouslyrobotic]

Rambles

I recently read a cherp prompt that described one of their characters, who they have as a trans man, as having *my body type*, and yet I reacted with suspicion and disgust about it like it's a bad thing to rp that. Even though I'm in a position where I know I "pass" because my cis older brother has a wasp waist- a teacher we've known since elementary said that once, and I'll never get that out of my head. My cis little brother also has a similar body type to ours. We just have that cinch, and we look incredibly alike to the point I've been mistaken for them by people who know one of my brothers or our family. Which, yes, makes me very lucky as a trans man. I have two walking validations for my presentation as a man.

So it's part observation, part musing,

but there's this undercurrent of body policing in an attempt to weed out chasers/fetishists of trans people in rp that comes from a real place that I keep noticing. That same attempt to weed out overlaps with the "pass" phenomenon where we try to excise any hint of femininity to be perceived as men because the gender binary is weaponized against us. Thus, perceived femininity is tagged as a mark of a "fake" and that is going to bring feelings of shame.

Another anecdote; An ex of mine talked badly of his wider hips and I perceived that as him being ashamed of them, that he was less of a man because of it but he, like my brothers, is a living example of cis men with "feminine" hips.

That ex was also a fetishist and pos for other reasons, and part of his fetish *could* be the factor of feminine traits being taboo for men as masculine traits are taboo for women but I digress; we aren't all Marilyn Monroe Types But Trans and that goes for cis men, too, in a way. Cis men just don't have to fret as much about that comparison because it isn't as severe a condemnation of their gender as it is for trans men and it's honestly not a comparison they really ever have to worry let alone think about because male beauty standards are different.

At the same time though, these perceived "fake" trans men with wide hips in rp spaces could be played by real trans men seeking those who don't treat us like a fetish to safely rp a character *with their own body type* much like I do because representation matters to us as individuals. Assuming that because the body type is hourglass/wasp-waisted they're more likely to be a fetishicizer or faker is kind of fucked up and at least to me seems to be reinforcing that perceived feminine traits are bad/shameful and makes someone *less* of their gender. I also LIKE my hips and thighs by the way, but because of the way femininity is treated regarding trans men, it's Wrong for me to *Like* what should Invalidate Me and Worse for me to admit that. But I grew up with not one but two(2) validations, so maybe that's why I find my hips and thighs to be my most attractive quality and like about myself as a man because at least at home that was never treated as Wrong for my brothers to have.

I agree that there *should* be overall better body diversity in trans male representation because we aren't all That Shape- but this undercurrent of negativity I keep noticing that's specific to my body type keeps nagging at me. So I'm rambling to the void about it. This also isn't meant as an opposition to other body types because bulky, fat, rectangle, etc shaped trans men deserve representation- especially those of color. The Skinny White Trans Boy tends to be ppl's assumption and *not* being skinny, white, or both is weaponized against those who don't fit this narrative.

[willingblvm]

wanted plots & connections:

under the cut is a list of plots, as well as basic connections. none of these are set in stone and i’m always more than happy to change them to suit our muses! i’m also more than happy for people to take on multiple plots/connections. please note that travis currently lives in los angeles, california.

specific connections:

we dated when we were younger, but broke up due to growing apart and we haven’t seen each other since. that is until right now as you stand there in front of me at the same event. we haven’t seen each other in years and things are a little awkward between us. i still want to stay in contact, we have a lot to process and a lot to talk about. could we be friends after all of this?

we were best friends as kids, we were never a part and always promised to stay best friends forever. but then we both began to get famous in our own right, causing us to grow apart and we haven’t spoken properly in years. now we’re at the same place at the same time and things are a little awkward, it’s like we’re strangers.

life as a celebrity can be tough, something we both can relate too. sometimes the stress can get too much and we just need a break and to be treated like normal people. that’s why we hang out so much, to be there for the other when life gets too much, whether we sit on the couch and watch movies all night, or go on spontaneous trips out where we won’t get recognised and just have fun. ( this can either end up being the perfect friendship and solely platonic or they start hooking up with feelings getting involved.)

we’re so close as friends that people either think we’re siblings or we’re dating, when in reality you’re my ride or die and everything is completely platonic. i don’t know what i would do without you honestly, so we just ignore the rumors and carry on being our chaotic selves.

tw: alcohol: we’ve never met before, i know who you are but our paths have never crossed. that is until we meet at a party, where we’re both completely wasted and we start to hang out. one thing leads to another and we end up hooking up in the bathroom stall of the venue. now everytime we get together we can’t help but sleep together, despite telling each other it won’t happen again.

we’ve been best friends for years, you’re the ying to my yang, my partner in crime and we go to each other for everything. we know all of each other’s secrets and you’re the first person i call for help. however there’s one thing that i/you never told you/me and everything has just come to light, can our friendship survive this?

together we’re just pure chaos, whenever we’re together we always end up getting into trouble and going out. we are each other’s wing person and tell each other everything. we have the best times together though and whenever one just needs to let off some steam, the other is always more than willing to help out. everything between us is just purely platonic and i don’t know what i would do without our chaotic times together.

we used to date back when our careers were just taking off, the whole thing was a pr stunt though made up by our managers to try and make us the up and coming it couple. the world still has no idea that the whole relationship was a lie and that we actually never got along. i spent all this time not liking you, and i’m pretty sure you felt the same about me. however now that we’re adults and we’ve matured i think you’re not actually not that bad, could we be friends?

tw spiders/bugs: we live close to each other and you’re always calling me at ridiculous times to come and get rid of spiders or bugs out of your house. you’re always embarrassed and apologizing but i just laugh it off and say it’s fine and i mean it. it’s what friends are for right, but hey do you actually wanna hang out properly?

we’ve been talking on tinder for a couple of weeks now and things seem to be going well. now we’ve planned a date, i hope we have the same connection in person as we do through texts. (this can either lead to more dates or they just don’t click and end up being friends)

after a lot of persuasion, i’ve agreed to go on a blind date with someone my friend thinks would be good for me. i’m stubborn, constantly claiming that this is a bad idea and i’m only doing it to shut my friend up. however you’re beautiful, definitely my type and suddenly i’m eager to make this date work. but will it?

basic connections:  

—— romantic. ❜

partner: laura bailey.

flirtationship.

one night stand.

one sided romance.

friends with benefits.

rebound.

blind date.

possible match.

forbidden romance.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

tinder match.

first love.

love / hate.

unrequited crush.

celebrity crush.

previously friendzoned.

summer romance.

enemies with benefits.

childhood crush / lover.

one leads the other on.

publicity partner.

one night stand or fling that was regretted later.

—— platonic connections. ❜

best friends.

close friends.

confidants.

bromance.

role model.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends.

online friends.

secret friends.

enemies to friends.

wing(wo)men.

squad.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

friends over holiday.

unlikely friends.

positive influence.

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to friends.

new friends, aka friends who just met.

chaotic duo.

—— family connections. ❜

baby mama: laura bailey.

family friends.

siblings.

cousins.

long lost half sibling.

step siblings.

divorced partners.

in laws.

—— negative connections. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

fell for the same person & fought over them.

lifelong enemies.

frenemies.

share a secret.

rivals, direct opposition.

negative influence.

mutual jealousy.

competition.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

—— miscellaneous. ❜

neighbors on good terms.

neighbors on bad terms.

have mutual friends.

an artist’s muse.

ex roommates.

professional relations.

project partners/co-workers.

band members.

fitness buddies.

game together online.

babysitter and parent.

best friend’s family.

friends of a sibling.

[thllxnd]

WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS:

Under the cut is a list of plots, as well as basic connections. None of these are set in stone and I’m always more than happy to change them to suit our muses! I’m also more than happy for people to take on multiple plots/connections. Please note that Tom currently lives in South West London.

SPECIFIC CONNECTIONS:

We dated when we were younger, but broke up due to growing apart and we haven’t seen each other since. That is until right now as you stand there in front of me at the same event. We haven’t seen each other in years and things are a little awkward between us. I still want to stay in contact, we have a lot to process and a lot to talk about. Could we be friends after all of this?

We were best friends as kids, we were never a part and always promised to stay best friends forever. But then we both began to get famous in our own right, causing us to grow apart and we haven’t spoken properly in years. Now we’re at the same place at the same time and things are a little awkward, it’s like we’re strangers.

Life as a celebrity can be tough, something we both can relate too. Sometimes the stress can get too much and we just need a break and to be treated like normal people. That’s why we hang out so much, to be there for the other when life gets too much, whether we sit on the couch and watch movies all night, or go on spontaneous trips out where we won’t get recognised and just have fun. ( this can either end up being the perfect friendship and solely platonic or they start hooking up with feelings getting involved.)

We’re so close as friends that people either think we’re siblings or we’re dating, when in reality you’re my ride or die and everything is completely platonic. I don’t know what I would do without you honestly, so we just ignore the rumors and carry on being our chaotic selves. - HAILEE STEINFELD.

TW: ALCOHOL: We’ve never met before, I know who you are but our paths have never crossed. That is until we meet at a party, where we’re both completely wasted and we start to hang out. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up in the bathroom stall of the venue. Now everytime we get together we can’t help but sleep together, despite telling each other it won’t happen again.

We’ve been best friends for years, you’re the ying to my yang, my partner in crime and we go to each other for everything. We know all of each other’s secrets and you’re the first person I call for help. However there’s one thing that I/you never told you/me and everything has just come to light, can our friendship survive this?

Together we’re just pure chaos, whenever we’re together we always end up getting into trouble and going out. We are each other’s wing person and tell each other everything. We have the best times together though and whenever one just needs to let off some steam, the other is always more than willing to help out. Everything between us is just purely platonic and I don’t know what I would do without our chaotic times together.

We used to date back when our careers were just taking off, the whole thing was a PR stunt though made up by our managers to try and make us the up and coming IT couple. The world still has no idea that the whole relationship was a lie and that we actually never got along. I spent all this time not liking you, and I’m pretty sure you felt the same about me. However now that we’re adults and we’ve matured I think you’re not actually not that bad, could we be friends?

TW SPIDERS/BUGS: We live close to each other and you’re always calling me at ridiculous times to come and get rid of spiders or bugs out of your house. You’re always embarrassed and apologizing but I just laugh it off and say it’s fine and I mean it. It’s what friends are for right, but hey do you actually wanna hang out properly?

We’ve been talking on tinder for a couple of weeks now and things seem to be going well. Now we’ve planned a date, I hope we have the same connection in person as we do through texts. (this can either lead to more dates or they just don’t click and end up being friends) - GIGI HADID.

After a lot of persuasion, I’ve agreed to go on a blind date with someone my friend thinks would be good for me. I’m stubborn, constantly claiming that this is a bad idea and I’m only doing it to shut my friend up. However you’re beautiful, definitely my type and suddenly I’m eager to make this date work. But will it?

BASIC CONNECTIONS:  

—— ROMANTIC. ❜

partner.

flirtationship.

one night stand.

one sided romance.

friends with benefits.

rebound.

blind date.

possible match.

forbidden romance.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

tinder match.

first love.

love / hate.

unrequited crush.

celebrity crush: ELIZABETH OLSEN.

previously friendzoned.

summer romance.

enemies with benefits.

childhood crush / lover.

one leads the other on.

publicity partner: ZENDAYA.

one night stand or fling that was regretted later.

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

close friends.

confidants.

bromance.

role model.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends.

online friends.

secret friends.

enemies to friends.

wing(wo)men.

squad.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

friends over holiday.

unlikely friends.

positive influence.

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to friends.

new friends, aka friends who just met.

—— FAMILY CONNECTIONS. ❜

baby mama.

family friends.

siblings.

cousins.

long lost half sibling.

step siblings.

divorced partners.

in laws.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

fell for the same person & fought over them.

lifelong enemies.

frenemies.

share a secret.

rivals, direct opposition.

negative influence.

mutual jealousy.

competition.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

neighbors on good terms.

neighbors on bad terms.

have mutual friends.

an artist’s muse.

ex roommates.

professional relations.

project partners/co-workers.

band members.

fitness buddies.

game together online.

babysitter and parent.

best friend’s family.

friends of a sibling.

[hcvill]

WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS:

Under the cut is a list of plots, as well as basic connections. None of these are set in stone and I’m always more than happy to change them to suit our muses! I’m also more than happy for people to take on multiple plots/connections. Please note that Henry currently lives in South Kensington, London.

SPECIFIC CONNECTIONS:

We dated when we were younger, but broke up due to growing apart and we haven’t seen each other since. That is until right now as you stand there in front of me at the same event. We haven’t seen each other in years and things are a little awkward between us. I still want to stay in contact, we have a lot to process and a lot to talk about. Could we be friends after all of this?

We were best friends as kids, we were never a part and always promised to stay best friends forever. But then we both began to get famous in our own right, causing us to grow apart and we haven’t spoken properly in years. Now we’re at the same place at the same time and things are a little awkward, it’s like we’re strangers.

Life as a celebrity can be tough, something we both can relate too. Sometimes the stress can get too much and we just need a break and to be treated like normal people. That’s why we hang out so much, to be there for the other when life gets too much, whether we sit on the couch and watch movies all night, or go on spontaneous trips out where we won’t get recognised and just have fun. ( this can either end up being the perfect friendship and solely platonic or they start hooking up with feelings getting involved.) - JUSTIN BIEBER.

We’re so close as friends that people either think we’re siblings or we’re dating, when in reality you’re my ride or die and everything is completely platonic. I don’t know what I would do without you honestly, so we just ignore the rumors and carry on being our chaotic selves.

TW: ALCOHOL: We’ve never met before, I know who you are but our paths have never crossed. That is until we meet at a party, where we’re both completely wasted and we start to hang out. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up in the bathroom stall of the venue. Now everytime we get together we can’t help but sleep together, despite telling each other it won’t happen again.

We’ve been best friends for years, you’re the ying to my yang, my partner in crime and we go to each other for everything. We know all of each other’s secrets and you’re the first person I call for help. However there’s one thing that I/you never told you/me and everything has just come to light, can our friendship survive this?

Together we’re just pure chaos, whenever we’re together we always end up getting into trouble and going out. We are each other’s wing person and tell each other everything. We have the best times together though and whenever one just needs to let off some steam, the other is always more than willing to help out. Everything between us is just purely platonic and I don’t know what I would do without our chaotic times together.

We used to date back when our careers were just taking off, the whole thing was a PR stunt though made up by our managers to try and make us the up and coming IT couple. The world still has no idea that the whole relationship was a lie and that we actually never got along. I spent all this time not liking you, and I’m pretty sure you felt the same about me. However now that we’re adults and we’ve matured I think you’re not actually not that bad, could we be friends?

TW SPIDERS/BUGS: We live close to each other and you’re always calling me at ridiculous times to come and get rid of spiders or bugs out of your house. You’re always embarrassed and apologizing but I just laugh it off and say it’s fine and I mean it. It’s what friends are for right, but hey do you actually wanna hang out properly?

We’ve been talking on tinder for a couple of weeks now and things seem to be going well. Now we’ve planned a date, I hope we have the same connection in person as we do through texts. (this can either lead to more dates or they just don’t click and end up being friends)

After a lot of persuasion, I’ve agreed to go on a blind date with someone my friend thinks would be good for me. I’m stubborn, constantly claiming that this is a bad idea and I’m only doing it to shut my friend up. However you’re beautiful, definitely my type and suddenly I’m eager to make this date work. But will it?

BASIC CONNECTIONS:  

—— ROMANTIC. ❜

partner.

flirtationship.

one night stand.

one sided romance.

friends with benefits.

rebound.

blind date.

possible match.

forbidden romance.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

tinder match.

first love.

love / hate.

unrequited crush.

celebrity crush: DEMI LOVATO.

previously friendzoned.

summer romance.

enemies with benefits.

childhood crush / lover.

one leads the other on.

publicity partner.

one night stand or fling that was regretted later.

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

close friends.

confidants.

bromance.

role model.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends.

online friends.

secret friends.

enemies to friends.

wing(wo)men.

squad.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

friends over holiday.

unlikely friends.

positive influence.

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to friends.

new friends, aka friends who just met.

—— FAMILY CONNECTIONS. ❜

baby mama.

family friends.

siblings.

cousins.

long lost half sibling.

step siblings.

divorced partners.

in laws.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

fell for the same person & fought over them.

lifelong enemies.

frenemies.

share a secret.

rivals, direct opposition.

negative influence.

mutual jealousy.

competition.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

neighbors on good terms.

neighbors on bad terms.

have mutual friends.

an artist’s muse.

ex roommates.

professional relations.

project partners/co-workers.

band members.

fitness buddies.

game together online.

babysitter and parent.

best friend’s family.

friends of a sibling.

[chmswxrth]

WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS:

Under the cut is a list of plots, as well as basic connections. None of these are set in stone and I’m always more than happy to change them to suit our muses! I’m also more than happy for people to take on multiple plots/connections. Please note that Chris currently lives in Los Angeles, California.

SPECIFIC CONNECTIONS:

We dated when we were younger, but broke up due to growing apart and we haven’t seen each other since. That is until right now as you stand there in front of me at the same event. We haven’t seen each other in years and things are a little awkward between us. I still want to stay in contact, we have a lot to process and a lot to talk about. Could we be friends after all of this?

We were best friends as kids, we were never a part and always promised to stay best friends forever. But then we both began to get famous in our own right, causing us to grow apart and we haven’t spoken properly in years. Now we’re at the same place at the same time and things are a little awkward, it’s like we’re strangers.

Life as a celebrity can be tough, something we both can relate too. Sometimes the stress can get too much and we just need a break and to be treated like normal people. That’s why we hang out so much, to be there for the other when life gets too much, whether we sit on the couch and watch movies all night, or go on spontaneous trips out where we won’t get recognised and just have fun. ( this can either end up being the perfect friendship and solely platonic or they start hooking up with feelings getting involved.) - ELIZABETH OLSEN.

We’re so close as friends that people either think we’re siblings or we’re dating, when in reality you’re my ride or die and everything is completely platonic. I don’t know what I would do without you honestly, so we just ignore the rumors and carry on being our chaotic selves.

TW: ALCOHOL: We’ve never met before, I know who you are but our paths have never crossed. That is until we meet at a party, where we’re both completely wasted and we start to hang out. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up in the bathroom stall of the venue. Now everytime we get together we can’t help but sleep together, despite telling each other it won’t happen again.

We’ve been best friends for years, you’re the ying to my yang, my partner in crime and we go to each other for everything. We know all of each other’s secrets and you’re the first person I call for help. However there’s one thing that I/you never told you/me and everything has just come to light, can our friendship survive this?

Together we’re just pure chaos, whenever we’re together we always end up getting into trouble and going out. We are each other’s wing person and tell each other everything. We have the best times together though and whenever one just needs to let off some steam, the other is always more than willing to help out. Everything between us is just purely platonic and I don’t know what I would do without our chaotic times together. - KENDALL JENNER.

We used to date back when our careers were just taking off, the whole thing was a PR stunt though made up by our managers to try and make us the up and coming IT couple. The world still has no idea that the whole relationship was a lie and that we actually never got along. I spent all this time not liking you, and I’m pretty sure you felt the same about me. However now that we’re adults and we’ve matured I think you’re not actually not that bad, could we be friends?

TW SPIDERS/BUGS: We live close to each other and you’re always calling me at ridiculous times to come and get rid of spiders or bugs out of your house. You’re always embarrassed and apologizing but I just laugh it off and say it’s fine and I mean it. It’s what friends are for right, but hey do you actually wanna hang out properly?

We’ve been talking on tinder for a couple of weeks now and things seem to be going well. Now we’ve planned a date, I hope we have the same connection in person as we do through texts. (this can either lead to more dates or they just don’t click and end up being friends)

After a lot of persuasion, I’ve agreed to go on a blind date with someone my friend thinks would be good for me. I’m stubborn, constantly claiming that this is a bad idea and I’m only doing it to shut my friend up. However you’re beautiful, definitely my type and suddenly I’m eager to make this date work. But will it?

BASIC CONNECTIONS:  

—— ROMANTIC. ❜

partner.

flirtationship.

one night stand.

one sided romance.

friends with benefits.

rebound.

blind date.

possible match.

forbidden romance.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

tinder match.

first love.

love / hate.

unrequited crush.

celebrity crush.

previously friendzoned.

summer romance.

enemies with benefits.

childhood crush / lover.

one leads the other on.

publicity partner.

one night stand or fling that was regretted later.

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

close friends.

confidants.

bromance.

role model.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends.

online friends.

secret friends.

enemies to friends.

wing(wo)men.

squad.

sibling like friends: HAILEE STEINFELD.

platonic soulmates.

friends over holiday.

unlikely friends.

positive influence.

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to friends.

new friends, aka friends who just met.

—— FAMILY CONNECTIONS. ❜

baby mama: ELSA PATAKY.

family friends.

siblings.

cousins.

long lost half sibling.

step siblings.

divorced partners: ELSA PATAKY.

in laws.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

fell for the same person & fought over them.

lifelong enemies.

frenemies.

share a secret.

rivals, direct opposition.

negative influence.

mutual jealousy.

competition.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

neighbors on good terms.

neighbors on bad terms.

have mutual friends.

an artist’s muse.

ex roommates.

professional relations.

project partners/co-workers.

band members.

fitness buddies.

game together online.

babysitter and parent.

best friend’s family.

friends of a sibling.

[princeblack]

he almost doesn’t catch what she says because of the shape of her perfect lips, her voice so soft and rich. she sounds as perfect as she looks, as if she were created by some divine intelligence. she’s far too beautiful to have been an accident– he never even knew what the perfect face would look like until his eyes rested upon hers. not that he cared, before now. life was too difficult to think about such frivolous things, so for the first time regulus is vexed.

she doesn’t seem entirely convinced by his attempt at flirting, making him smile faintly, looking down. fair enough– it’s not like she knew him, and he was covered in dirt anyway. “no,” he answers honestly. “you’re the first one. unfortunately, i’m not usually graced with the presence of people who look like angels. our customers are usually old traders, pilots or gamblers. but even still, i’ve never seen anything so beautiful before. it’s mostly sand and junk out here.” he wants to fly away– leave this place forever. but his transmitter would ensure he was blown to pieces and killed instantly if he so much as tried. he needs to find the parts to finish building the scanner that can locate his so he can remove it himself, and then his mother’s. he wonders just how much that would scare this pretty girl; someone from a beautiful home world who looked so clean and well kept.

“regulus,” he says his name in return, green eyes drinking her figure in once more. she wears a dusty blue tunic, almost as if she’s trying to blend in with the people of mos espa. he wonders what her real wardrobe consists of and how much of it is more expensive than he is as a slave. perfect fabrics for the most beautiful girl in the galaxy– still a princess, even if she isn’t in title. although, he has a feeling she might be somehow.

“yes. i’ve lived here my entire life, even though my mother isn’t from here. she’s from a different planet in the outer rim, but she was captured by slavers when she was young. she gave birth to me after she was purchased by the hutts. we’ve been slaves here since…” he wonders what she thinks about slaves, or slavery for that matter. he meets her blue eyes curiously, noting the smile on her full lips. “is there any water on your planet? i bet it’s beautiful and blue like your eyes.” he smiles at her faintly, like he’s genuinely musing about it, picturing it in his mind’s eye. he’s always been able to sense traces on people and they’re usually right– images and thoughts surrounding a person, indicating different details about them. he can sense it on her; the lush nature of whatever world she’s from. it’s almost like it’s a part of her very soul.

bexley diggory was the youngest queen to be elected for the throne. the people of naboo trusted bexley due to her courage and dedication so at just the age of 13 she was the queen of her own kingdom, a protector of her people but with that power also came with a target on her back which is why her true identity was kept a secret, using her handmaids as decoys duing meetings with those outside of naboo and this is how bexley ends up on the planet tatoonie with an older jedi to replace their ship after it'd been damaged after it'd been damaged during their escape from naboo when on the way to coruscant as astoria would pose as queen for the time being.

with astoria in her place this would be the first time bee ever stepped foot outside of naboo and tatoonie was far different from what she was used to where naboo was covered in trees and greenery this planet was nothing but sand and huts, nothing like she'd ever seen in person before. "let's try one of the smaller dealers" the older jedi says as they make their way towards one of the shops in search for their missing parts. as slughorn is asking the ship owner is asking about his missing part the queens eyes looks around the place curiously, only half paying attention to everything going on around her as blue eyes are taken in by this new world.

slughorn and r2 leave with the shop owner to go find his missing part leaving bexley alone with what she assumes is one of his young employees as she's snapped away from her thoughts by his voice, saying something about moons and angels but his eyes are so green she almost doesn't catch it "that's quite a line...is that something this pilot taught you to say to all the girls who pass by?" she says light heartedly because she couldn't deny it was working just a little. he seemed a little younger than her, his hair was dark and eyes were green so beautiful and bright that they must've stood out in a place like this.

bexley watches him for a moment "I'm bexley and no, I'm not from any moons but my home is very beautiful indeed....what about you have you lived here very long??" she asks, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she had never left her home before and upon being elected queen a few years back she had barely even left the place walls.

[forever-rogue]

Obvious

Summary | It’s so obvious, isn’t it? Maybe not to Bucky. But you’re going to make his first Father’s Day something to remember.

Pairing | Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Warnings | slight language, pregnant!reader, references to sex

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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At first you were positive you’d eaten something off and were suffering from a mild case of food poisoning. With your luck, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But then it lasted for more than a few days...and then some more after that. After a couple of weeks of denying that it could be anything but a mild stomach bug, you came to the earth stopping conclusion that it was something different entirely. 

The signs were all there, and it wasn’t that you had been ignoring them but...you had been ignoring them. The idea that it could have possibly been anything but a stomach bug was terrifying. But there was only so much hiding you could do from Bucky before he came extremely concerned at the sight of you repeatedly hunched over the toilet. He insisted you go to the doctor and knowing him, if you didn’t comply, he’d throw you over his shoulder and take you himself. 

After a little white lie of saying you’d go right away, you’d sneaked off to the corner drug store in search of those dreaded pregnancy tests. Bucky was off doing whatever the hell it was he and Sam did half the time, so you had a few hours to yourself. You felt like a criminal as you bundled up in a hoodie of Bucky’s and looked around furtively as you grabbed one of each of the tests and took them to the counter to pay before practically running home. 

You felt so silly, so dumb as you had the six tests on the counter, while your phone slowly ticked down the time. All the signs were there - how could you have ignored them? The missed period - wait, was it two? You’d been so bad about tracking them, you honestly didn’t even know. The morning sickness, apparently not food poisoning, the extra sensitive breasts, the fatigue. It all seemed so obvious now. 

You sighed as your timer went off and looked at the various tests. 

They only confirmed what you had already accepted. Pregnant. 

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You felt like you were floating on air as you walked out of the doctor’s office with some of the grainiest photos you had ever seen. But the only thing that mattered was the small little bean that you could clearly make out in the middle of them. Your little bean - yours and Bucky’s. Your baby.

It’d been a week since you’d taken the tests and made your little discovery. After that it had become a little game of hiding it all from Bucky - you wanted to tell him and soon, but you wanted to surprise him at the perfect time. You knew he’d be over the moon about it all. You’d talked about children, and it had been decided, especially since you’d been together for a few years now, that if it happened it happened when it would happen. But you just knew he wanted this - and honestly, so did you. Despite the extreme nerves it had set upon you.

So, you decided to play a little game with Bucky to see if and when he finally realized you were pregnant. Hopefully it’d be before you were showing - he wasn’t that blind after all. But you were going to have fun with this.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey Buck,” you were sprawled on the couch, resting your head in his lap as the two of you watched a movie on Netflix. It had been a long day and there was nothing you wanted more than a quiet evening in - this was nothing short of pure bliss. He made a small sound of acknowledgment as he gently played with your hair, silently telling you to go on, “what do you think you’d want to name our baby? Boy or girl?”

Sure, it was anything but subtle, but the way you had been resting your hand on your belly wasn’t either. And he hadn’t caught onto that either. 

“Hmm, I’ve never really thought that much about it,” he mused as he looked down at you and offered you a soft smile. You grinned back at him as you grabbed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “I like...and don’t laugh at me - the idea of naming a son Steve. Maybe a daughter Rebecca or Sarah.”

“Bucky,” you could see that despite his seemingly disinterested attitude, he had actually given this a lot of thought. You knew they were so much more than just names,”those are lovely names. I think any one of those would be a lovely name for our baby.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost timidly as you reached up and touched his cheek, running your fingers over his stubble as you nodded. He practically keened into your warm, gentle touch as his eyes closed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, bub,” you whispered as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, “let’s get to bed, huh? It’s getting late and I’ve just been so incredibly tired lately.”

“Come on,” he slowly ushered you up and off his lap before standing and stretching. You couldn’t help but admire him as a rush of love overwhelmed you. You really loved him more than anything - well him and your small bean now. Bucky effortlessly leaned over and scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he walked towards the bedroom, “you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Sarge,” you grinned as you rested your head against his shoulder, “but I almost feel like I’ve just got this...glow lately ya know?”

“You always do,” he promised with a kiss to the top of your head as you almost burst out laughing. So many not-so-subtle-hints and he still didn’t catch on. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Bub? You in the kitchen?” you called from the bedroom, knowing damn well he was there, finishing up a big weekend breakfast for the two of you. You tip-toed out of the bedroom, pulling on your - his - shirt to indulge in a lazy Sunday. 

“I’m in here, sweetheart,” he looked up and smiled softly as soon as you came into view. He still looked at you as though you had personally hung the stars and moon, like he was still in the process of falling in love with you every single day, “hi.”

“Hi,” you walked over to him and motioned behind, “can you do me a huge favor and get me a glass of water and my vitamins? I left them on the counter.”

“So demanding,” you both were aware of the fact that he’d never say no to you. You took a seat at the bar, hopping onto your stool as you swung your legs back and forth and waited for him to either realize what was going on, or make some sort of joke. But instead he hummed some tune under his breath as he set a glass of water in front of you and grabbed your vitamins. 

The man, this silly, lovely man, picked up the bottle of prenatal vitamins, opened them, and handed two of them to you before following up with your other supplements. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him in awe - you’d literally put it all in front of his nose and he still didn’t catch on. 

Goodness Gracious.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he leaned over and kissed you gently before turning back to the stove. You watched him with a dumbfounded expression but slowly  grabbed your water and vitamins and downed them, “anything you want do today?”

Alright. You were willing to push a little further and see if he finally caught on.

“There’s a new store that opened up downtown,” you said noncommittally, “they umm...have a lot of baby and kid stuff and I wanted to go ahead and check it out.”

“Sure thing,” nope. Apparently you were going to have to hit over the head with a two by four, “sounds good. We’ll go after breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, shaking your head in amusement, “sounds good to me too, bub.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been almost a month of dropping hint after hint, and they had been becoming increasingly less subtle. You were pretty sure that you could have just straight up told him you were pregnant at this point and he still wouldn’t have gotten it. 

But you had one last little idea - Father’s Day had come around and you were going to make sure his first father’s day was special. Maybe it was silly to celebrate when the baby wasn’t even born yet, but you didn’t care - you just wanted to finally tell him. 

The evening before Father’s Day, you’d let Bucky go to bed first, telling him you were just going to be a little longer, needing to finish up some work. He believed it hook, line, and sinker, and told you to join him soon. Once he was snoring soundly, asleep on his back with the gold and black vibranium arm splayed over your side of bed, you pulled out all the supplies you’d gotten. 

You made quick - and quiet - work of blowing up multicolored balloons and throwing some confetti around. You’d regret it later but the surprise would be worth it. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed the newest sonograms you’d gotten at the doctor the day before and tucked them into the envelope along with the card you’d picked out. After writing on the card, you sealed the envelope and on the front side simply wrote Happy Father’s Day. 

On the back, knowing how Bucky was, you scrolled one more little note. You left it all on the counter, along with the box of cupcakes you’d snagged from his favorite bakery, ready for him to discover in the morning. He’d be up before, and he’d have the little surprise to wake up to. 

Hopefully this time the message was loud and clear.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky stifled a yawn as he slowly crawled out of the bed, stretching his stiff limbs. You were still all bundled up and lightly snoring with a little smile on your face. He reached down and gently brushed a lock of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

Slowly making his way down the hall, a confused expression crossed his features as he noticed the glittering confetti on the floor. How strange.

But as he walked into the living room and saw the ballrooms all over the place he was visibly confused. What on earth was going on? He picked one that was close to his foot up and played with it for a moment before lightly smacking it across the room. He perked up when he saw the colorful box on the counter, a clear giveaway that it was from his favorite place.

Shuffling across the room, he was ready to throw open the box and indulge in an early morning sweet treat when he was stopped by the card on top. He picked it up and instantly recognized your handwriting. Happy Father’s Day!

It must have been for your father...maybe this all was for him and your parents were coming over and he’d somehow managed to forget about it all. He would definitely hear about that later on from you. Shit. 

No...he surely would have remembered that. He was old but his memory was still sharp. He felt the envelope beneath his fingers, noting that it was slightly thicker than a normal card. Curious. He flipped it over and his heart almost stopped when he saw what you had written on the flap.

Yes. This is really for you, James.

James. That’s how you knew you were being serious. 

His heart felt like it was almost bursting out of his chest as he slowly slid a vibranium finger underneath the seal, careful to prevent any rips or tears. After what seemed like a millennia, he opened the thing and pulled out the card, along with the sheet of photos. 

Bucky’s mouth fell open and formed a small o as he looked as he read over your sweet message in the card. Once he studied the grainy photos and realized that holy shit, this was your baby - his baby. You were having a baby! He inhaled - a shaky broken little thing as he fought back a few tears. After all this time, he was getting something he thought would only be a dream. 

“Surprise,” you whispered so you wouldn’t completely scare him. You’d woken up a few moments after him, already missing his body and warmth as soon as he had left. You had tip-toed after him and watched him finally realize what you had been dropping hints about for almost a month. His reaction had been everything, priceless. 

“Sweetheart…” he looked between you and grainy photos in his hand, his blue eyes gentle and glossy as you walked over to him, “we’re having a baby?”

“Yeah, bub, we are,” you promised, feeling tears well up in your own eyes as you carded a hand through his soft hair, “I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. But you, sir, do not pick up on anything. Baby names? Prenatals...the baby store? The continued morning sickness. For a moment I thought I’d have to have the baby before you realized what was going on. I wasn’t being subtle anymore.”

“Oh...oh,” he said as a dark pink blush crept into his cheeks, “okay now it all seems so clear. I guess I...man, I’m blind.”

“Yeah, old man,” you teased softly, “turns out that food poisoning was never food poisoning at all. It was morning sickness.”

“Shit,” he was incredulous, “a baby. I can’t believe it...how far along are you?”

“Almost twelve weeks at this point,” you laughed, “I was wondering if you’d realize before I started to show.”

His hands found your hips as he played with the hem of your sweater before slowly pushing it up. A warm, gentle touch found your belly as he leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, offering you the sweetest kiss, “thank you.”

“For what?” you eagerly accepted his kiss and offered him a few more. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into his body and holding you close to him. Soon it would be a very different type of closeness. 

“For you,” he whispered, “for this...us - our family. I...it’s just that I never thought I would be good enough for all of this.”

“Of course you are, Bucky,” you promised softly, reaching up and touching his cheek, “you are a good man. You are. I love you so much, more than anything in this world. You are worthy of this, you have always been worthy. I will gladly spend every day of my life showing you that if I have to.”

“I love you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “I still can’t believe this is real.”

“I love you too,” you beamed, “now, how about you eat a cupcake and I’ll start breakfast. Then we can start telling everyone that you knocked me up!”

“It sounds so dirty when you put it like that - I like it. I’m sure we had fun doing it too,” he snorted as he opened the box of cupcakes, grinning when he saw that they too proclaimed Happy Father’s Day. 

“What makes you think that, old man?” you bumped his hips with yours as you opened the fridge to get the ingredients for some omelets.

“Because we always have fun.”

“Cheeky!”

“Well, it’s not like it’s a lie,” He grabbed one and took a bite before offering you a taste, but you shook your head, “no?”

“It’s not me,” you insisted, pointing at the tiny swell that was slowly becoming evident, “the bean doesn’t seem to like sweets very much. At least not right now.”

“More for me,” he grinned as he pumped his fist in victory, causing you to dramatically roll your eyes before laughing, “hopefully the bean will be nice soon and let you partake. Oh…”

“Oh?”

“We have so much to do,” reality suddenly hit as his eyes widened and you laughed, “we’ll have to set up the spare room as the nursery. Your doctor’s visits - I want to come of course, and then all the stuff we’ll need when the they come-”

“James,” you put a finger to his lips as you quietly shushed him, “relax, bub. Breathe - we have plenty of time. There’s no reason to panic...today we’ll be lazy and relax, tomorrow we can figure everything out. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he visibly calmed down as you grounded him - just like you always did, “we’ll figure it out. We can do this.”

“Yeah, we can,” you agreed softly as he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before kissing it. Gods, you really loved him more than anything, “Happy Father’s Day, Bucky.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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In a Mirror Image (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

🌸 In a Mirror Image

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: blood, language, cheating (both physical but it's not like, in your face, and emotional)]

Part 1

The flowers that grow like weeds in your lungs bloom thicker and thicker every day. Your vision clouds with blue more often than not, and you can’t think about anything but the blossoms and blood that paint the bathroom with a hue you’re already much too used to. It’s a painful existence, and it’s getting worse. One of the most wretched parts? You’re deteriorating so fast that your vision no longer services you. You are blind, unrendered to see. You still choose to live in a delusion, and you are amongst the only who choose not to acknowledge it.

By now, everyone knows but only one other than you refuses to acknowledge it.

You hear Hoodie arguing with Jack more often than not. It seems the blond haired proxy is angry over what Jack has done to you and because he knows what Hanahaki does to those it takes root in.

“You’ll fucking kill her,” Hoodie seethes as he gets in Jack’s face for the fourth time this weekend. “Look at her-”

“I am!” Jack shot back, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. “Who are you to come in here and speculate on something that you’re not a part of?” He growls. Normally, Jack likes talking to Hoodie, but not when Hoodie’s on a mission to prove Jack a sinner.

“I wasn’t even aware you still had one,” Hoodie retorts through grit teeth. “I can’t believe you. Look at the flowers Ja-” and before he can continue tearing into Jack, he hears your bedroom door open.

While you still share the room with Jack, neither of you are in it at the same time. You’ve taken residence up on the living room couch with Kate and Jack more often than not stays with Leia. The room you share is usually empty, much like your heart.

“Hey there, buttercup,” Hoodie suddenly greets you as you tiredly walk into the kitchen where the two men had previously been in a standoff. “Did you sleep okay?” He asks, voice so much softer and gentler with you than what he had just been using.

You shake your head as you take a seat at the table. “I can’t sleep,” you say.

Hoodie’s brows furrow in sympathy before they knit in frustration when Jack sits next to you. He watches as Jack snakes his arm around you before he presses an empty kiss to the side of your head.

“No?” Jack says in a sickly saccharine tone. “I’ll see what I can do about that. Does that sound good to you?”

You nod slightly, the ghost of a smile on your lips. “That sounds good,” you murmur back.

“Anything for you,” he hums as he pulls you in closer to his side.

“You disgust me,” Hoodie hisses to Jack as he gets up and pushes in his chair roughly, making the table bounce. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Jack for a second as he leaves, roughly slamming the front door behind him.

“What was that about?” You ask, feigning innocence. You refuse to open your eyes to the situation you are in.

“He’s having a bad day,” Jack answers. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he hums as he presses another kiss to the side of your head.

The butterflies in your stomach are dead, but the flowers blood evermore.

“You’re still sleeping out here?” Kate hums as she takes a seat next to you on the couch. She looks exhausted and she’s covered in blood. Her mask is cracked too.

“I guess,” you yawn as you shift slightly from your not so comfortable position. “How has your day been?” You ask as you reach for a glass of water only to see it’s not there.

“Let me,” Kate says as she gets up once more. She knows you’re getting worse. After getting you a bottle of water from the fridge, she comes back to your side. “I’ve had a busy day. Met with an independent named Nyein. They remind me of a big cat,” she finally answers as she opens the water bottle for you.

You take it and begin to slowly sip from it - it stops the flowers from blooming ever so slightly. Your airway opens just a little bit. “Do they now?”

Kate nods as she flips mindlessly through the channels. “They said they’re falling in love with a human. Bad business,” Kate winces, her dark eyes watching you carefully. “I hope they don’t…”

“It’s bad business,” you suddenly say as you feel petals fill your mouth. You cough slightly and the small little forget-me-nots fall into your lap, thankfully free of blood this time. You take one of the flowers into your fingertips and observe it gently. “I hope they’re okay.”

Kate puts her hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing before finally settling on the early evening news. “You wanna burn these blue fuckers?” She asks as the flowers in your lap remain stagnant save for the buds that unfurl at an alarmingly fast pace.

You feel the corners of your lips curl into a smile. “Yes.”

Morbid, your flowers have been springing up everywhere. They’ve infested the temporary house. So, you and Kate went around the place, plucking every single one before starting a bonfire in the backyard.

Toby, who considers himself a bit of a pyromaniac, was immediately summoned by the fire the two of you had cast in the backyard. He’d been out on a grocery run, and honestly, he had wanted to get out of the house.

The dynamics of the house had become uncomfortable to him. What with Leia and Jack sneaking off together and you coughing up a full greenhouse, he has been stressed. Toby can’t stand Jack and Hoodie arguing all the time as it reminds him of the life he tried to escape, and Masky can offer so much but ever since he renounced his love for Jay by force… It’s been hard. Toby knows it’s been hard for everyone involved.

He crosses through the house, sneers at Leia’s room, and then exits through the back to the scent of fire. He sees Kate’s arm around you as the fire blazes slightly blue.

“W-What are you g-gals up to?” He asks, coming to your other side so you remain in the middle.

“Burning stuff,” Kate nonchalantly replies. “You care to chuck anything in?”

Toby glances at you as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. “If I d-d-did, I’d be u-under c-charge for killing a-a-another under the O-Operator’s care,” he muses. He’s referring to Jack, of course. He takes in the scent of burning plant matter and blood and frowns when he remembers it’s yours. His hand reaches yours and squeezes gently.

You squeeze back.

Your experiences with Leia are lukewarm at best, and cold at worst. She’s something, she really is something. There’s moments when no one is in the temp house with you except for her alongside you, and those moments are tense, sharp, like a knife and burn colder than the depths of the sea.

The most memorable conversation you’ve ever had was the one that triggered a domino effect that would lead to a black hole in your chest.

“You’re still up?” Leia’s honeyed voice questions softly as she takes a seat across from you on the back porch at the glass table.

You find it more stifling inside so you choose to spend your time out. The weather is warm, afterall. The sun shines and fluffy clouds the size of whales swim overhead. You have a glass of pink lemonade made from a pouch Hoodie and Kate had picked up earlier. You find that the tang is enough to keep the flowers down.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” You say in passing before you sip from the glass. You enjoy watching the rabbits in the backyard. They hop around without a care in the world.

She begins to thread her fingers through her long silver hair, braiding it. “I just think you should be resting,” she says. “You look so tired these days-”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Touched a nerve,” she sighs. “You know you’re getting worse, right?”

You shoot her a glare, but you know she’s right. You’ve actually been holding out surprisingly longer than most people with Hanahaki Disease. Most people succumb to it within a few weeks of coughing, but you’ve managed to hold out for damn near an entire year. That’s almost unheard of. You’ve been hacking up flowers, their stems, roots and blood ever since Leia came into your life.

Everyone tells you that you’re getting worse, but you should have been dead months ago.

“Stop it,” you growl.

“You’re killing yourself,” she continues. “You could just… Let it all go, y’know?” She hums as she continues to fishtail her silver strands. “Renounce your feelings for him and save yourself.”

You grip your glass and set it back down roughly on the table. “That is literally none of your concern,” you repeat, eyes narrowing at the blue eyed beauty across from you. “Acting like you care-”

“I do, though,” she cuts you off. “I know that the Slender Man has big plans for you, but with you wasting away like this… You’ll never live long enough to see them through.” She flashes you a look of concern, but you can tell it’s fake. It shines like pyrite.

“What, so you can take my place just like that?” You bite back. “You can’t even wait until I’m fucking dead?”

Leia giggles and you hate to admit that it sounds pretty. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Daddy always did say I got what I wanted.” Her eyes drift off and you’re able to see she’s no longer thinking about you, but someone who once loved her. She finishes the braid. “Happy six years to you and Jack. Give him all my regards, won’t you?” She stands up, eyes the rabbits feasting on the clover in the grass, before she plucks your half empty glass from in front of you.

“Leia-!”

“It’s not like you need it,” she chuckles.

“It’s a special day,” you said to Masky, a small smile on your face. “It’s our six year anniversary.” Your posture changes to attention as he closes the door softly behind him. He still smells like cigarettes, but it’s a pleasant scent you’ve found comfort in where others find it a nuisance.

Masky put a smile on his face but it didn't reach his eyes. “You need me to draw a portal or something for you?” He holds his arms open to you as you fall into them, part because you’re so weak and secondly because he knows you need the affection - even if he can’t feel it.

You feel light come to your eyes as you nod after leaving a note for Jack in your shared room on his nightstand.

‘Dear Jack, happy six years! I’d wait for you to get back, but I have a surprise for you at the field you gifted to me for our first anniversary. I await you with happiness. Love, R.’

Masky drew the portal in the living room, a mess of swirling cloud-like silvers and blacks before he laid eyes upon the place you once shared only with Jack. “It’s super pretty,” he says, dark eyes scanning over all the wildflowers. There’s weeds on the path, like no one has cared for it in a while. ‘How poetic,’ he thinks. ‘It’s an allegory for your decayed relationship with Jack.’

“No it’s not,” you giggle as you bring Masky down one of the weed and chicory covered paths to the gazebo. “But it’s special to me,” you hum as you take a seat.

Masky follows beside you. He doesn’t take a seat, mostly feeling it wrong to impose on a space that is Jack’s despite his respect for him falling so far from what it used to be, but takes in the scent of dying flowers all the same. It’s summer, and instead of the sun warming the soft petals, it’s burning them. When you cough up more flowers while waiting for the man who still holds your heart (and refuses to return it) you’re less than pleased to see that they blend in with the untamed mosaic.

“Are you still tired?” Masky asks softly as he lights up a cigarette. “You can rest, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You glance over to Masky before you rest your head in your hands, wondering where your lover is. You listen to the wind as it blows through the leaves. You listen to Masky’s hum, and eventually, you fall asleep.

You wake back up sometime during the night in your bed and not in a position you normally sleep in. It looks like whoever delivered you back here was extra careful with handling you. You only wake up because Jack has accidentally turned on the light.

“Shit, my bad,” he apologizes, quickly plunging the room back into darkness. “Did I wake you?” He knows he did.

“No,” you lie. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.” That was the most rest you’ve had in months. “Where have you been?” You ask quietly, still choosing to remain buried in the sheets.

Jack slides into bed next to you and gets comfortable. He smells like perfume you don’t wear. Through the faint light of the hallway that peeks under your door, you can see he’s got dark marks on his neck and jaw. “Leia wanted to show me her childhood home. Place isn’t run by Zalgo anymore, so we took a trip out there.”

“Did you now?” You hum as you feel tears prick your eyes.

Jack can see you in the dark. His vision at night far surpasses a human’s. He just chooses not to acknowledge it. Jack knows that his relationship with you is gone, and that you’ve been coughing up flowers for the past year. He knows, and it hurts him. Hurts him deeply that he’s the one causing you such pain, but at the same time, he’s a coward. He chooses not to let you go cleanly because his relationship with Leia is so finite.

He knows she only wants him because at the time he was unattainable. Now that she has him, it is only a matter of time until she does to him what he’s done to you. He understands that fully, but he refuses to leave the safety net that is you because he is selfish. His feelings for you aren’t nonexistent, but it’s that kind of fondness one has after the deed has been done, a love based on past memory and sentiment rather than what will and can be. It has reached his threshold, and you both are too caught up in security rather than what is healthy.

“I did,” he says as his mind rushes a mile a minute. “What did you do today?”

You wonder if you should answer that honestly or not. Would he even care? “I stayed here today, nothing special.” You feel the flowers unfurling in your lungs.

Jack hums once more, his back now facing you as he slowly succumbs to sleep.

You met Masky in the bathroom again, hacking your lungs and more of those fucking flowers up into the bathrub and the sink. Hell, you even got some in the toilet. Your body is growing weaker and weaker by the day. The fact you’ve held out for a year is astronomical, but you know you’ll be being taken from it eventually. No one survives Hanahaki when their lover’s feelings aren’t returned. It either gets returned, or you lose them all entirely.

He almost lost you. You broke the mirror when your body went limp as the vines and flowers crawled out from your lungs, through your esophagus and out of your mouth. If it was an art installation piece, Masky might’ve thought it beautiful, but the fact you went cold and limp and the flowers were blooming at a rapid pace - one he thought he couldn’t keep up with.

Masky, despite not being able to really feel anything, panicked as he took you into his arms. Did he genuinely care for you? No, but he cared to whatever extent the surgery left him with. He fretted because you are under his direct care. He cared so deeply because he too had seen many good proxies and independents lost to it. He cared because a part of him remembered what it was like to have daisies and rhododendrons fill his lungs. Normally, you only have one type of flower to clutter your lungs. Science says “just because.” An old wives’ tale says “love truly lost.” In his case? Jay’s death. Nothing was the same after that.

Masky took no hesitation in scooping you up into his arms and running out of the house to the forest to be closer to his boss’s energy. The Operator could fix this should he will it. He didn’t care that the lights in the house went on from his concerned proxies - the ones who had been sick over what befell you since you came into their care. He didn’t dare let you go as he trampled through the brush in the dead of night, using only the moon.

“Sir!” He calls out frantically. “Sir! I need your help!” He can hear your heart get slower and slower.

And just like that, the devoted father came to his child’s cry.

“My child,” he greets, instantly swooping down to look at your pained, flowery visage. “Did I not tell you to handle this?” He chides softly as he takes you into his arms. The sound of static only grows louder and louder.

“I thought she could,” he says, his tone clearly apologetic. “Please, just… Just fix this for me.” He watches the Operator closely as the tall man holds you in his arms.

While you are not exactly his child directly, you are also still under his care. Leia did not lie that the Operator sees good things for you. Without any other words, the tall man is gone, giving you to gods know who to perform a surgery that should be considered the only humane way out.

He returns to the house where Hoodie, Kate and Toby eagerly awaited him, clamoring around him and pecking like hens wondering where you are. He says that you’re in the hands of a god.

You floated in the ether, your body a galaxy. You watched as your chest was torn open - looked like by the hands of an independent that had talons to rival an eagle.

‘There’s so much,’ she says, her mouth turning into a frown as she worked on carefully removing the clusters of flowers. ‘How is she not dead?’

The Slender Man continues to observe, not offering the doctor any words.

The spirals and swirls inside of you continue to swirl before the flowers get torn out, one by one. The roots that cling to your lungs are stubborn, but with every single one removed, the lights of a different universe go out. Snuffed. Lost. The cavity in your chest grows wider until it births a black hole.

‘How much longer?’ The Slender Man asks, watching as the independent calls in another to help her rid your body of weeds.

She shakes her head as she continues to root them out. They bloom under her touch. ‘I have no idea - she must’ve felt so strongly-’

‘They just keep coming up, Sir,’ the other interjects, her four eyes scanning you rapidly.

The black hole begins to suck up the stars and nebulas that comprise your system. It feasts on you, making every part of what made you you, disappear in its depths. It grows larger as it consumes you. It grows heavier. It grows more powerful.

‘We’re almost there,’ the taloned independent says, her wings fluttering softly to emphasize her point. ‘I’ve never seen it this bad before.’

‘Fix this,’ the Slender Man seethes, his patience wearing thin. He knows your body will not be able to handle this much longer.

The black hole reaches its mass, and slowly, it begins to consume you. It overtakes you, bathes you, and leaves nothing left when it has taken all that it can. Your body is empty. You are a shell. Glimpses of blue, grey and reddish brown flash in your mind’s eye and through the eye of the black hole, but you cannot place the feelings you used to associate with them. You remember, but you do not feel.

The last of the flowers are pulled. The taloned independent is exhausted, and her partner is just as tired. ‘Good fucking lord,’ she breathes out, exhausted from the late night gardening session. ‘In all my years I have never seen that awful disease take hold of an individual that bad,’ she notes. Her bird-like eyes watch over your open chest to make sure they’ve fully cleared it out.

A single forget-me-not sprouts, and the Slender Man is the one who plucks it. Just like that, the flowers, their roots, all evidence you’d ever had life inside of you, is gone. Withered and wilted away.

The black hole takes all that you have to offer, and you are back to consciousness, no longer floating, no longer a home to the vibrancy of the universe.

What came after was a bit of a blur. The Slender Man had brought you back to the safe house you had called your home for the past year surprised to see that some of his favored children were still away, waiting for you as the light of the sun rose over the grass. It was a new dawn.

“How is she?” Hoodie asked, immediately springing up.

“Fixed,” was all the Slender Man said, his gaze shifting from you to your group’s leader. “Masky, I’m entrusting you to watch over her as you have been through something similar.”

“Of course,” the dark eyed man says as he takes you gingerly into his arms. “I wouldn’t trust her with anyone else.”

“One last thing,” the tall man in a suit hums. “I am taking Eyeless Jack from this house. Leia will stay with him.”

“It’s probably for the best. We trust your judgment,” Masky replies.

The Slender Man’s head gently cups Masky’s cheek before he leaves them with the sound of static that dissipates as fast as it appeared.

You spent the first few days after your surgery under bed rest. The Slender Man had healed you but he still worried for the state of your lungs. You needed the rest, and you were pleased to have it. Other than that, you felt… nothing. You were numb. Fleeting feelings of happiness or thankfulness, maybe something melancholic would slip through but ultimately, you were nowhere near your old self.

Jack was not allowed anywhere near you. That was one of the first instructions given to him when the Slender Man had popped into his head. While he did not have an opinion on Jack’s unfaithful behavior, he was more displeased with the fact he’d kickstarted the disease in you. The Slender Man thought that if he started it in Leia, then perhaps everything would turn out alright.

So, he sent the two out with a different group - which mostly meant Jeff, someone the Slender Man knew detested behavior that Jack had committed.

It was not easy for Jack to share the same space with Jeff after word had gotten out about you.

“You’re my best friend,” Jeff had sighed one late afternoon, refusing to even acknowledge Leia in the room. “But that? That was fucked up.”

Jack hummed and kept his gaze on Leia, who looked at him with nothing short of adoration. “Sure.”

Jeff sighed once more and stood up. “You don’t feel an inch bad, do you?”

“No.”

“You’re a shitty guy but you’re an even shittier liar.” Jeff broke the door with how hard he’d slammed it on his way out.

Jack really wasn’t the same, that much was apparent. He’d slowly been becoming more withdrawn and quicker to agitation. Of course, he’d take it out on whoever was around to deal with it. Leia included - it just came in a different form. One in which she’d never complained. But when things were rough between them, things were rough.

Jeff could hardly stand the two most days, so when he’d sneak out, it was with his dog to come pay a visit with you. And he hated how dull you had become.

“Masky used to be a lot more personable,” Jeff would say. “Life of the party when we could get him out of his pseudo-philosophical bullshit. Then he hurled flowers and we knew something was wrong.” Jeff’s hand rubs your back gently as a sign of friendship.

“And then?”

“Then he got that stupid surgery and now he’s just existing. No further purpose, just existing because some pale guy says so for his benefit.” Jeff huffed and looked up at the setting sun.

You found your gaze following his.

“What you’re doing right now,” he began. “It’s no way to live.”

“Would you have rather I’d succumbed to it?” You asked, not adding any inflection to whether you’re happy or sad, hurt or even offended.

“In all honesty?” Jeff tore his eyes from the pink and blue sky. “Yeah. This,” he gestured to you. “This isn’t you.”

Everything you’re supposed to feel feels dampened. Instead, you nodded. “Note taken.”

Jeff frowned.

The first time Jack was able to see you after your surgery was nearing halfway to what would have been seven months. It’d been a rough time without him seeing you, mostly because the guilt had been devouring every humanity he had left. Nothing could fill the void.

Like the first time you had met him, it was an accident when you crossed paths once again. You had been clearing out a house one fine winter’s evening, doing what had been asked of you before you got the faintest scent of something familiar and something you once recognized as comforting. You furrow your brows, weapon at your hip as you slowly and quietly come down the stairs.

Your lips are pressed into a thin line as you peer into the living room. Snow falls outside the window.

“Reader?” A male voice asks, turning around from the hallway. “Is that you?”

You tilt your head slightly as you register the mask you’re looking at. Eyeless Jack, mostly just known as ‘EJ’ or ‘Jack’. You’ve never really spent any time with him though outside of little jobs, so you have no idea who this is or why he sounds so happy to see you.

“Uh, hi, EJ?” You say as you walk at a leisurely pace down the stairs.

Jack freezes momentarily as he comes to greet you in the living room. He’d almost forgotten that when the flowers are removed, so too are the memories alongside feelings.”It’s… It’s good to see you,” he says as he looks down at you, wondering if he should touch you or not.

“I guess it’s nice to see you too,” you say. “What are you doing in this area?” You inquire. You vaguely remember the Slender Man not wanting you two to be in the same area.

“Just out and about,” he answers as he scratches at the back of his neck. “Leia wanted to uh, hunt down some of her sisters - I - it doesn’t matter,” he suddenly finishes, feeling much too awkward to even look at you. He knows you don’t remember, but he certainly does. Looking at you… He has a fresh slate.

“That’s nice,” you say in a tone that’s clearly disinterested. You walk towards the living room windows and look into what is now a cold winter’s night. You can see the snow still falling. If you want to make it back to Masky before he gets worried, you’ll need to head out almost immediately. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Jack slowly comes to your side and puts his attention on you, watching as the snow continues to fall. “Yeah, the prettiest,” he says softly, desperately trying in vain to hold back on scooping you into his arms. There’s something scratching at the back of his throat.

You nod once again and zip up your coat. “They’re expecting me,” you say, gearing up to brave the snow.

“Do you need any-”

“No,” you cut him off. You’re not sure why it comes out so harshly, but you figure it must be a remnant of a memory you no longer have access to. “I can manage on my own.” You brush past him and open the front door, eyes momentarily clamping shut at how cold it is before you step onto the porch. The sound of the crunching snow is satisfying.

“Stay safe out there,” Jack says softly, not moving from his place as he continues to gaze out the window at the falling snow.

You turn your head briefly over your shoulder, “and you as well.”

Jack hears the door close and you walk off into the night, back to a group he was barred from. That tickling in the back of his throat grows more and more prevalent until he clears his throat. Feels like there’s something on his tongue. He coughs a few more times before holding his hands in front of his mouth, displeased to see the small blue petals he knows will bloom to full flowers in a time frame that is too long to be considered fair.

[girls4keigo]

A Bird Whisperer’s Guide to Fighting Villains and Falling in Love | Hawks x Hero!Reader

Summary: Hawks needs help to defeat an upcoming hero attack in Tokyo. What better hero to ask than the one he’s been crushing on for months

Warnings: F!Reader, Hero!Reader, Fluff, Cursing

Reader plays hard to get. Reader has a nature quirk and can control natural elements and talk to animals. Reader is a popular hero

a/n: hi! this is my first post i hope you all enjoy! :)

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You sighed, trying to keep your composure while talking to a bunch of big name heroes. The fundraiser events that your agency made you go to were unbearable. Standing around for hours listening to the most mundane heroes try to impress you with their line of work. But hey, if it helps boost approval ratings I guess it’s not that bad.

For the past year you’ve slowly been climbing the ranks of the hero world. With a powerful quirk and unique fighting styles it was hard to go unnoticed. By now you were familiar with how the industry treated female heroes. It seemed as if the general public cared about anything but your hero duties.

It was all love, relationships, “Who are you dating?”, “What’s your skincare routine?”

You honestly didn’t expect any different but geez, it sure did piss you off. And now that you were in the top 3, you weren’t expecting any of it to die down. Might as well just get used to it.

You continued to chat when suddenly your ear twitched as you sensed a certain birdie approaching.

Oh God.

“Hey. Mind if I steal ya away for a little?” Hawks’ signature smirk appeared on his face as he approached you.

Hawks seemed to really be latching onto you for quite some time, well since the new hero rankings were announced. You were on your way to surpassing the number 2 hero and had gained a lot of notoriety in the past couple of months. 

He was clingy for sure, always play flirting, inviting you to lunch, showing up at your agency unannounced. It was obvious that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. You’d be surprised if he admitted to actually having feelings for you. Well, not that you cared anyways. Your job was to save civilians, defeat villains, and do things that any other normal hero would. Love was simply not on your agenda.

Holding back a heavy sigh, you complied and stepped off to the side with Hawks.

He seemed delighted by your decision, using his feathers to fetch you a glass of champagne off of one of the caterer’s trays as you two walked over to the bar area.

“So your agency makes you come to these lame things too, huh?”

You didn’t answer, not very interested in the direction that the conversation was going in.

“You look nice.” He bit his lower lip, dragging his eyes vertically across your figure.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of your champagne.

After you both had made your way over to the bar he instructed his order to the bartender, asking you if you wanted anything and keeping the same dumb smirk on his face when you denied.

“Rarely ever see you in a color other than green. I mean, I guess it’s your entire thing but I really dig this red look you’ve got goin’ on” He mused, as he watched the bartender carefully make his drink.

He wasn’t lying. He’s been eyeing you since you walked in, you look good.

“What do you want, Hawks?” You asked, visibly annoyed.

“Damn.” He chuckled, “Small talk isn’t your thing, noted.”

You side-eyed him, getting impatient with his overly relaxed demeanor.

Catching the hint, he got straight to the point. “There’s some trouble going on in Tokyo.”

Now you were intrigued. You took another sip of your champagne, “Petty villain attacks like always, isn’t it?”

You turned towards him, he got a good look at your face before he answered.

Fucking pretty, he thought to himself.

“That’s what I thought at first but it’s getting harder to believe that as I do more digging.” He looks around before inching closer to you, trying to keep his volume to a minimum. “The League is planning something big next week. The ‘Rain of Terror’, they’re callin’ it. They’re trying to ease the amount of big attacks in the city to let our gaurds down. And frankly, I think it’s working.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know all of this?”

“I’ve got connections,” Was all he said, with a shrug.

Ok, whatever. You’ll confront him about that later. “And this ‘Rain of Terror…’ what does it entail?”

“Bombs.”

“Shit,” You muttered.

“Big ones. Huge ones, actually. I don’t know how the fuckers did it but they found a way to make these huge, bioengineered clouds that ‘rain’ bombs.”

You grew uneasy. Raining bombs? Over the entirety of Tokyo? The amount of destruction it would do to the earth, to civilians, made you panic. Hawks sensed your uneasiness but continued anyways, “I want us to team up. Your quirk would be useful with the entire controlling nature n’ weather thing.”

He loosened up from his serious expression, talking a bit louder and showing a teethy smile, “Plus I think we’d make a pretty good team. I’ve already got a plan so we’ll meet up at yours tomorrow.”

“As in my house? Why not anywhere else?” You questioned.

“Well,” He grabbed his drink and used his free hand to rub the back of his heck, “This isn’t really the typa thing we can talk about in public. Mass hysteria, panic, that type of thing. And my living situation is pretty…complicated right now.”

You felt a small tap on your shoulder, followed by the voice of your high school aged sidekick. You turned to the younger hero. “Uh..Y/N? It’s time to go. I gotta be back by 11.”

You sighed before turning back to Hawks.

“Kids and their curfews, right?” He commented.

“Fine. I’ll have my agency send you my address. Don’t come during the day.” That was the last thing you said before finishing your drink all in one quick sip and making your way to the exit. You could feel his eyes on your backside until you left the venue. And the singular scarlet feather rushing in front of you to open the car door for you was really the cherry on top.

You rolled your eyes.

“Woah.” Your sidekick mused, “He seems to really like you. You should give him a chance, he’s hot.”

You giggled at her comment, “He doesn’t really like me, y’know? He flirts with every female hero.”

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You heard a slight tap on the window leading up to your balcony. You already sensed him flying towards you when he was about a mile away, but your bedroom? Reluctantly you walked over and opened the sliding door.

“Never heard of a front door?”

“Well that’s no fun, is it?” He said, displaying his signature smirk. You looked cute out of your hero clothes. Hair tied up and messy, and in big comfy clothes.

Adorable, he thought to himself. He walked in as if it was his own befroom, slipping off his shoes, gloves and jacket and placing them in the corner of your room.

“Make yourself comfortable I guess.” You deadpanned at him, “And we’re still going downstairs anyways.” He shrugged.

He couldn’t help but be taken aback by the layout of your room. There were plants in almost every corner, on every shelf. Vines growing on your walls, half read books strewn across your bedside table and dresser, your pet birds of all different shaped and sizes flew freely around your room, chirping every once in a while. “So you’re a bird whisperer, huh?” He said, looking around.

“I’m an animal whisperer.” You said, “That’s kind of like my entire thing.”

He let out a hearty laugh before making his way out of your room.

“Tea?” You asked, heading towards the kitchen as the winged hero made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Sure.” He picked up your remote with one his feathers, flicking through the channels.

He turned his attention to you a couple moments later as you took a seat across from him at your coffee table, setting down two mugs of green tea.

He explained his plan carefully, paying close attention to all details and pausing for any questions you might have. You had to admit, as much as an annoying asshole this guy could be, he knew what he was doing. You could tell he plans his strategies very carefully, as much as he likes to come off as lazy and laid back to the general public. He was a damn good hero. And you hated admitting it but he was right, utlizing his speed and your ability to control weather, it wouldn’t be all that hard to stop villain attacks.

Hawks also couldn’t help but admire you. You seemed attentive, always paying close attention to detail and asking a lot of questions. I mean he already knew you were good at your job, watching some of the viral videos of your fights with villains.

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When the day finally came, it went as smoothly as planned, of course with a little bumps along the way. Still, the few civilians that were hurt only had minor injuries, and you and hawks made it so only a couple bombs hit the ground.

You, Hawks, and some other minor heroes who had joined mid-battle regrouped to talk about how to resolve the collateral damage.

“It’s not too much to be honest, I’ll have it all repaired by midni-“

“Wow! What an incredible display of courage from Hawks and Mother Nature, currently sitting at number 2 and number 3 of Japan’s Hero BillBoard Chart!” A loud reporter exclaimed, accompanied by a camera crew.

Of course.

You tried your best to ignore and keep talking to fellow heroes until a microphone was shoved in your face. The face of the reporter gleamed as she talked to you. “Tell me Mother Nature, how does it feel working with number 2 hero Hawks?” You winced at the question, but answered nevertheless.

“Hawks is a  diligent hero with a lot of experience under his belt despite being so young. It was great working with him.” You answered, forcing a smile on your face.

“There’s speculation that you two planned this together..is this true? How were you able to predict this attack? More importantly, are you two dating?” Those questions hit you like a truck.

“Um..no comment.” Was all you could answer with.

Nevertheless, the reporter persisted, “Well there has to be something going on. It’s just my opinion but you two seem perfect for each other.” She giggled at the camera, “Please! The public is dying to know!”

Before you could even muster up an answer to the reporter’s overwhelming question, a giant scarlet wing came between you and the reporter, blinding both her and the camera from your view.

“Hey. She said she doesn’t wanna talk about it. Let’s respect personal boundaries, yeah?” Hawks said in a nice but slightly defensive tone.

You blushed, looking up at him. As nice we he was trying to sound, he looked angry. And damn right he was. How dare they talk to you like you’re no more than just some D-list celebrity? You’re a fucking hero, who cares about dating speculation when you just saved Japan’s largest city? And how dare they ask questions about him when you were the one doing most of the work. He was enraged, and it was his natural instinct to protect the thing he cared for.

Before you knew it, he latched his arms around your waist, pushing you into his chest.

You were flustered. “What are you-“

“Let’s go.” Was all he said before flapping his wings, sending you guys soaring through the air.

You held on to him for dear life, damn was he fast.

Hawks smirked to himself, feeling your rapid heartbeat against his chest. You were trying your best to hide your blushing by burying your face in his neck, granted that probably made it worse because he could already tell by how hot your face was.

God, she’s adorable

As soon as you two landed on top of a building, you pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He chuckled, putting both of his hands up in defense, “You’re the one making this awkward y’know? Plus you owe me for saving your ass.”

You were angry. Was it because of the downright rude questions that the reporter asked you not too long ago, was it because you knew tabloids would be posting all about you and Hawks for the next couple of days, was it because you were..warming up to that damned bird?

And then you started. “Just so you know, this..us..is not a thing. It will never be a thing. I wish you’d just stop flirting with me all the damn time. Just move on to the next female hero. I actually don’t care what you do. Just leave me alone. I don’t understand why you have to be so clingy, it’s annoying.”

Hawks did nothing but smile, listening to you ramble.

“You know…I-“ He interjected, only to be interrupted by you.

“And geez, you’re so goddamn entitled. I owe you? I don’t owe you anything. I didn’t even need your help. You’re no different from any other guy, you’re fucking insuffer-“

Hawks shut you up with a gentle kiss on your lips.

Oh.

“You talk too much.” He said in a low whisper, before pulling on your chin to kiss you again. You kissed him back, resting your hands on his chest, completely indulging in the moment.

Fuck. Your knees were weak. As much as you wanted to keep going you pulled away, blushing furiously and refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Oh? So now you’re shy?” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. He tried to catch your gaze but you just moved your head away from him each time.

“Someone might see us. This is bad,” You were able to muster out.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He said, making you blush even more. He continued, “I don’t flirt with you for no reason, y’know? Sure, sometimes it’s just to tease..but I think you’re amazing.”

You felt like you were melting in his arms. Unable to find the right words, you panicked. You were gone in seconds, manipulating the wind so it could carry you back home, the same stupid blush unable to leave your face.

“Call me!” He yelled.

That damn bird.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

New Duties

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fuck machine, toys, tied up.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky’s wife is never around as much as the maid.

Based on these drabble requests:

Bucky Barnes + “If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought.” + Maid AU + Bucky is rich and married too, but his wife is never in the house so he decide have fun with the naive maid. 

Bucky Barnes + “You really think this is over?” + Fuck machine + honestly just the reader being tied up and left with a fuck machine and some overstimulation.

Both requested by anons.

The large house was often empty when you went there. You had a key on a tag and the alarm code written on it. You showed up in your black pants and matching shirt and let yourself in as you always did. You tied on your apron and looked around as you went over the work in your head. 

It was hard not to be envious of the grandiose abode. Hard not to feel bitter at all the money spent on the place and yet it seemed the resident never enjoyed it. They hired a maid, you, to clean the table they never ate at and make the bed which was the only lived-in part of the place.

You started on the lower floor as usual. Living room, dining room, kitchen, the office, the foyer, and the parlor dedicated to a carved pool table and shelves of expensive sculptures. You climbed the stairs and set off down the hall of unused rooms. There wasn’t much more to do than dust and check that the sheets didn’t smell musty.

As you approached the master bedroom, you stopped short as the door opened and you were met by one of the elusive owners of the mansion. You saw Bucky Barnes more than his wife but your run-ins were still rare. And you’d never seen him like this. You were embarrassed and off-centre as you were surprised to find him there.

He wore only a pair of silky pajama bottoms and his hair was amess, sticking out at all angles. His muscles moved under his skin as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at you. His voice was thick with drowsiness and he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “thought I heard someone.”

“I didn’t know you were here, sir,” you glanced around. It was late for him to be sleeping still.

“I took the red-eye home,” he shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuckled nervously, “I can come back when--”

“You sure?” he batted away the last of his tiredness with his lashes and leaned on the doorframe, “you almost jumped out of your shoes.”

“Uh, yeah,” you assured him and started to turn back.

“It’s fine, I’m up now,” he stopped you, “I’m gonna have a coffee…” he caught up to you and brushed by you, facing you as he blocked your path, “bedroom is all yours.”

You fidgeted as his eyes flicked away from your face for just and instant but you didn’t think much of it as the apron hid made your figure lumpy and vague. You nodded and gave another yes, sir. He watched you until you spun back and headed for the bedroom. You felt his gaze until you slipped inside and let out your breath at the rumpled blankets. 

You heard him descend the stairs and set down your bucket of supplies. You went to the bed and fixed his side of it. You could smell his sweat on the sheets still. Then you began to wipe down the edges of the tables and inspected for any inch of imperfection.

“Looks good in here,” his voice spooked you again. Bucky stepped inside and set his tall coffee mug on the polished table beside the door. “I’m glad I caught you, I did have a special request.”

“Oh?” you stilled the cloth and twisted it in your grip. You watched his metal arm as he he rubbed his middle finger with his thumb.

“Here,” he crossed the room and waved you over, “it’s a bit of a secret but… I haven’t had the time to take care of it myself.”

You watched as he went to the bookshelf on the far wall and he reached behind the gilded globe. He spun it slightly but you could see what exactly he was doing. There was a shift and the shelf lurched forward. He carefully pushed it over until the edge met the corner and a small doorway appeared.

Your eyes rounded in confusion and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, “our little secret,” he said, “I figured since you’re here…”

“I… yes, sir,” you neared as he waited, his hand on the shelf, and as you stepped by him, he quickly followed, so close you could feel his body heat.

You stopped short as he flipped on the light. A red haze cast over the hidden room. You were shocked, almost laughing in disbelief as your brain spun to process what you were seeing; leather cuffs hung from the wall on one side and a leather bench sat center with similar bounds, there was even a sex swing dangling from the ceiling. You never expected that but really, you tried not to think about your clients intimate habits.

The shelf shifted behind you and the room grew dimmer, only the scarlet shadows of the tinted bulb remained. You turned back to Bucky.

“My stuff,” you pointed to the wall behind him. There was no visible mechanism and that made you nervous.

“Oh, well, you see, I haven’t had a chance to use any of this,” he shrugged and stepped closer. You inch backwards and dropped the cloth as his hands settled on your upper arms, “Ilona’s never here, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Mr. Barnes,” you winced as his vibranium hand squeezed, “I should get back to my--”

“The house is spotless. I only pay you because my wife can’t be bothered to lift a finger herself or even be around,” he said.

“Please, I should go,” you gulped, “I think you, uh, you…”

“Fine, go,” he moved out of your way and smirked at the wall, “if you want to, go.”

You looked between him and the smooth wall. You neared it and shoved on it. It didn’t move. You felt all along it, searching for anything that might trigger a response. There was nothing there.

“Can you--” you began to ask but stopped as he pressed himself to your back.

He tugged at the knot of your apron and it fell loose. His hands crawled up your back and he lifted the strap over your head. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.

“Thought you were going,” he taunted.

“Let me out,” you tremored.

“I said go, so…” he gestured to the wall.

“I can’t--”

He snickered and pulled you with him as he walked backwards. “It’s just a little fun,” he purred, “for both of us.”

“No, I-- you’re married--”

“My wife, if you can call her that, hasn’t touched me in a year, probably more,” he pulled at the hem of your shirt, “so this is as much her decision as mine.”

“No, Mr. Barnes, I--”

“Listen,” he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you, “you can be a good little maid and do what you’re told or I can report you to the agency for stealing.”

“What, I never--”

“Maybe a few of Ilona’s necklaces go missing or a few bills out of my wallet,” he growled, “we’ll see who they believe.”

“Please--”

“It’s time you start earning that tip,” he turned and thrust you towards the low bench, “now get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”

“Mr--”

“I have a gag. I have several if you want to choose,” he warned, “even if I’d rather hear that sweet voice calling my name.”

“Why are you--”

“I won’t tell you again,” he barked as he crossed his arms and paced. 

You noticed how the front of his pants tented and you slowly neared the bench. It was all so jarring, you didn’t know what else to do but obey. You couldn’t leave and you were certain if you tried, he would lose all patience. You peeked over as his metal fist tightened and a chill went through you.

You pulled off your shirt and kept your eyes down. You rolled down your pants and took your time untying your sneakers. You hesitated to strip off your underwear but a gristly breath made you wince and you added them to the pile of clothes. 

You were cold but your flesh burned as you sensed his close attention to your every move. You got down on the bench, the leather icy against your chest, and stared at the floor. Bucky walked around behind you and framed your ass with his hands as he stood over you. He pushed your thighs apart until your legs bent over the side of the bench and the cool air tickled your cunt.

“Hmmm,” he mused as he flicked his finger along your folds, “I can’t decide what I want first.”

An overwhelming wave of panic shook you and you tried to push yourself up. His hand slapped down on the middle of your back and he held you down. He tutted and reached down to slip your wrist into a leather cuff and tightened it until you whined. He ignored your struggles as he did the same to your other arm and your ankles. You straddled the bench as he pushed himself up and groped your ass again.

“Why are you making this hard?” he asked, “you’re already spread for me.”

“Please…”

He sighed and you heard his bare feet on the floor as he marched away from you. He came back around you and knelt to force the ball gag into your mouth and buckled it behind your head. Your eyes glistened as you watched him desperately and breathed heavy through your nose.

“We have a lot to do,” he touched your chin, “you need the proper training.”

You tried to talk past the gag but it only came out as muffled gibberish and your saliva soaked the gag. 

“If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought,” he chuckled and stood, rubbing the front of his pants, “guess you’ll have to wait for it.”

He left your eye line again, even as you craned your neck around. He was quick to huff and stomp back to your. He took the collar that hung from the front of the bench and secured it around your neck so you could stare at your impossible escape.

You heard something rolling behind you and metal fasteners being loosened then tightened. His fingers scared you as he touched your cunt and felt around for your clit. He teased you until you tilted your pelvis in response. You moaned around the gag as your thighs quivered. Despite your fear, it felt wonderful.

He played with you until you were wet and then you heard the same wheels. You felt a prod at your entrance, a hard silicone tip slowly slid into you until you were full. You gasped and choked as he pulled away his hand entirely. You heard a soft click then a whir and the dildo began to move, your cunt sucking at it loudly as you grew wet around it. He reached under you and a new buzz began as he placed a vibrator against your bud.

He rounded you again, his pants were gone and his hand glied up and down his dick. He watched you with fiery eyes as you tried to hold back. The flames licked from your core and crawled along your thighs and back. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as your voice droned sloppily as the gag made you drool.

You came in defeat and hung your head. You gasped and gulped for air and your entire body tensed and released, but he didn’t stop it. The vibe kept buzzing on your clit and he only turned the machine up so that it fucked you harder and faster. You wined and rolled your head back and forth.

Another orgasm strangled you and your muscles ached from the tension as it snapped again. You lost count as the red light glared through your eyelids and a sheen of sweat coated your body. Breathless and battered, you could only twitched as you were rocked by climax after climax.

And then it all stopped. The machine shut off and the dildo was slid out of you, your thighs sticky and sore. The vibrator stilled and slipped from under you and you groaned. There was a moment of peace as your heart slowed and then a slap across your ass made you yipe.

“You really think this is over?” Bucky asked as he got behind you and bent over you. His tip pressed against your entrance and his hot breath bristled against your scalp, “I’ve only just begun.”

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