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lyjen · 8 months ago

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Ask for help

Evan Buckley x Sister reader

A request by: @shauna-carsley - the request

Summary: As (y/n) and her fiancé get hit by a drunk driver, she loses the love of her life. Her family and best friend are trying to help her whenever and where they possibly can. Until she shuts them out.

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“I’m so glad we get to do this again. I’ve missed you.” (Y/n) spoke as she braked for the light that jumped on red. She looked at her fiancé, who was sitting in the passenger seat and was smiling at her words.

“I’ve missed you too babe. It’s been a while since we’ve had a date night.” Jay said as he put down his hand onto her upper thigh.

Jay and (y/n) have been together since high school, junior year to be exact. They’ve reached their seventh year of being together. And in these seven years, a lot has happened. From Jay deciding to join the Navy seals, to a proposal from Jay before he went on his latest mission.

Meanwhile (y/n) chose to join the fire department and become a paramedic. He serves the country, while (y/n) serves the city.

Jay had just returned from his latest mission. And since their irregular schedules, they made an arrangement to have a date night every two weeks, well.. if Jay was not on a mission.

(Y/n) was driving through the LA streets, on their way to the restaurant they had chosen. She was so excited to be with her fiancé again. It has been six months since Jay went on his mission, he was lucky that it was only for six months. Worst case scenario, he would’ve been gone for twelve months. Which actually has happened once or twice, so (Y/n) was used to being without him now and then. Of course they texted, every single day. And when he had time, they would Facetime. There were so many stories to tell..

Laughs and smiles were sounding through the car, it felt good to have him back beside her.. It felt like he had never left.

“What the fuck..” (Y/n) mumbled under her breath as she was driving, and saw a car which was driving in the opposite direction, violently swerving to the left and making a sharp turn to the right on the other lane. This guy was driving like an imbecile. As if he had gotten his driver's license free with a box of cereal.

When suddenly the car on the lane next to her bumps into the side of her car. (Y/n) tries to keep her car under control as she starts steering the wheel like a mad person. But she couldn’t keep the car steady enough.

And the car sends them crashing into a tree. Her ears were ringing, and her vision was blurry. Her head was pounding, it felt like it was about to pop off of her head. “Fuck” she mumbled as she squeezed her eyes closed, trying to get rid of the headache and the blurry vision in her eyes. She let her right hand tighten on her left shoulder, which was hurting like a bitch. That was definitely a dislocated shoulder.

“Jay?” she says as she shook his shoulder, to try and get any reaction out of him.

“Jay! Baby please wake up!” she cries, as she gives him a push, but Jay’s unconscious body doesn't seem to move. Only the push she gave him got his head flopping down to his chest.

With a trembling hand, she reached out to her phone which was on the phone holder. Her hands were shaking so much, she almost wasn’t able to unlock her phone and press the numbers to call 9-1-1.

“T-..this is firefighter (Y/n) B-..buckley, station 118.. I..- I.. c- crashed my c-..car” she stumbled through the phone. “Can you see where you are ma’am?” The woman on the phone asks. “R-..rose.. Avenue”

“Hey.. have you heard anything from (Y/n) about Jay?” Evan asks Eddie as he puts on his turnout coat and steps into his turnout pants.

Eddie was (Y/n)’s best friend and they shared everything with each other. If Eddie and (Y/n) weren’t together, they would be texting each other. It was like they were glued to one another.

“Nope, haven’t heard from her. The only thing I know is that she went picking him up at the airport this morning.” Eddie answered as he stepped into the truck and put on his headphones with Buck following close behind him.

When the truck came to a stop on scene, adrenaline was streaming through Evan’s veins. He could see the windshield was broken into a thousand, maybe a million small pieces. And the front was sandwiched for a small part, with smoke coming from the engine.

But when Evan came closer to the car, his stomach turned and filled itself with anxiety when he realised the car which crashed into the tree looked suspiciously much like his little sister's car. He bit his lower lip as he approached the car with Eddie walking next to him.

Please don’t let it be (Y/n).

Don’t let it be his baby sister, and Eddie’s best friend.

But when his eyes fell onto the license plate, Evan knew enough and stopped Eddie in his tracks. “(y/n)” Evan spoke, as he pointed at the car. Eddie frowned at the random name drop of his best friend. “What?” Eddie asks, confused as he feels Evan’s hand still pressing on his chest. “The license plate... It’s (Y/n)’s car Eddie!” Evan said as he was still trying to process what was happening right in front of his eyes.

Eddie’s eyes shot towards the license plate. But as soon as he realised Buck was right they both started sprinting towards the car. “Fuck! (Y/n)!” Eddie’s voice screamed.

Sobs came out of (y/n)’s mouth as she grabbed at her left shoulder. “Hey, hey, hey! Oh my god, (y/n)..” Evan panted as he opened the driver's door and his eyes fell on his little sister. Her body was fully covered in bruises and cuts.

Meanwhile Hen and Chimney were working on Jay, trying to get his vitals and started to get him out of the car.

“Buck” she cries out as she hears his voice talking. “Yeah I’m here sis.. Let’s get you prepared to get out of this car, okay?” He tried to remain calm. Nothing hurts more than seeing your own sibling in distress.

Eddie gets in the back of the car, he puts the neck collar around her neck and secures it. “Jay..” she cried as she could see her boyfriend carefully getting lifted out of the car on a backboard. ”Is he okay?” she asked while a colleague handed her brother a backboard. Evan looked at Eddie with a concerned look in his eyes. “Buck?” she tried to get his attention. Evan didn’t know what to say. Eddie put a hand on (y/n)’s shoulder, “Let's just focus on you right now.” and he stepped out of the backseat from the car.

When put down the backboard they were lifting onto the gurney. (y/n) pulled at Eddie’s jacket. She felt like she was a kid wanting to ask her dad something. Eddie turned around looking at his best friend lying down on the gurney. He’d rather see her standing next to the gurney, helping people.

“Put my shoulder back in.” she demanded.

“(y/n)...” Eddie sighed. She tightened her grip on his jacket, and pulled him closer to her with all of her strength she had in her right arm. A dark look washed over her face, and her lips went into a thin line. “Put it back in damn’ it!” she spoke.

Eddie looked over at Evan, who was shaking his head lightly.

He sighed once more. He wanted to tell her to wait until she was in the hospital, that doctors would pop it back in its place. But he knew trying to go against it wouldn’t help. She would have that shoulder popped back in right now, one way or another. She didn’t care how much pain she would receive.

Her breathing starts to fasten as Eddie grabs her arm with both of his hands. He slowly extended the injured arm out to the side, raising the arm gently and bending the elbow so that the palm of her hands touched the top of her head.

She squeezed her eyes at the radiating pain that shot from her shoulder through her arm. (Y/n) took a deep breath as Eddie slowly moved her hand down towards the nape of her neck.

When he moved her hand to the opposite shoulder, (y/n) could feel the shoulder pop back in its place together with a flood of pain. She screamed all of the air out of her lungs as she felt the sharp pain leading from her shoulder all the way down to her hand.

Evan closed his eyes as he heard the scream of his little sister. He could feel it entering and leaving his body. Her scream went through marrow and bone. It sounded like she was being tortured.

Eddie carefully folded her arm back down over her abdomen in a ninety degree position. He couldn’t give her a sling, not when she was lying down on the stretcher with a collar around her neck.

“Is he okay?” (y/n) asked her brother when they wheeled her into the ambulance. Evan was so focussed on his sister, that he actually forgot about him. He didn’t know the status of her boyfriend. The ambulance with Jay in it had already left while they tried to pop (y/n)’s shoulder back in. “I am sure he is fine sis..” and gave her a slight smile.

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“Thank god” Maddie’s voice sounded through her eardrums as (y/n) opened her eyes. She rolled her head to her left, and her eyes connected with her sister standing up from a chair which was next to her bed. Maddie gave her sister's hand a soft squeeze when a tear left the corner of her eye. “Welcome back” Evan said while he laid a hand on the shoulder of his older sister, trying to give her some comfort.

“Where’s Jay?” is the first thing (Y/n) asks as she looks over at her brother and sister who are now both standing at the side of her bed.

Evan looks at Maddie, as if they could communicate by only looking at each other. A sigh left Evan’s mouth and scratched the back of his neck, which was a habit of him when he was nervous.

He couldn’t tell her. It broke his heart into a million tiny pieces only to see her like this. What would happen to her, or to himself when he would tell her the truth?

“Jay.. uhm..” he started, as he sat down on the edge of the hospital bed (y/n) was lying in. He placed his hand on her lower leg, which was covered by the blanket. “He didn’t make it.” he continued, with a trembling voice. He knew how much his sister loved her boyfriend, they were soulmates.

“W-what?” she stumbled as her eyebrows narrowed. “He died on scene (y/n).. I swear, we tried everything we could to get him back. But it was too late.” Evan tried to explain.

Her heart started pounding in her chest and the voice of her brother seemed to fade as she heard those four words. She shakes her head. “No.”

(y/n)’s breathing became more rapid by the second, it feels like she can’t take a proper breath. Tears start streaming down her cheeks. “Is this some kind of sick joke? Please.. tell me this is one of your sick jokes.” she cries as her eyes shoot at Maddie and back to Evan.

Maddie shook her head and bit her lower lip, trying to stay strong for her little sister. While Evan bit on the inside of his cheek.

(y/n) squeezed her eyes closed to try and collect herself. “It’s all my fault..”

Maddie’s free hand went up to (y/n)’s upper arm and she let it rub up and down over her arm. “No. Don’t say that.” Maddie spoke up. “I was the one driving. Of course I am the cause! I was the one who drove us into a fucking tree!” (y/n) spoke through her tears.

“No. Some drunk ass driver bumped into the side of your car and didn’t give you a choice.” Evan said as he stood up from the end of the bed.

(y/n) turned her head towards the side of the room, and just stared at it for a minute. “How did he die?” she asked softly.

When she didn’t receive an answer after a few counts, she looked at her brother. “Tell me the truth.. How did he die?” she asks again. Evan took a deep breath, there was nowhere to hide, and his little sister wanted answers. And she knew Evan had the answers to her questions.

“Internal bleedings” he answered eventually.

She didn’t answer. She wasn’t sure if she had to. (y/n) sighed, wiped the tears from underneath her eyes and put the palm of her hand against her temple. “I wish we never got in that car.” she mumbled at herself.

“(Y/n)..” her brother’s voice sounded through the room. “Don't try and talk this right Evan.” She said quietly. “You-“ Evan’s wanted to comfort her, but he gets cut off by his sister’s voice.

“Get out.” She hissed.

Evan’s eyes wandered from (y/n) to Maddie who was on his right. He knows his sister was high in her emotions at the moment. She had just lost the most important person in her life. Evan and Maddie were quiet, silently communicating with each other, not knowing whether they needed to give her space, or to stay.

“Didn’t you hear me?! Get the fuck out!” She yelled at her brother and sister, who flinched at her reaction. They didn’t say anything and left the room. As soon as (y/n) heard the door close, tears fell down. She wanted to tear down the room with her bare hands, the only problem was: her leg was in a cast. So the only thing within hand reach was the table on wheels next to the bed.

She grabbed the top of the table, and gave it a hard push. The table hit the wall as a scream sounded through the room. He was really gone. Her finance. The man she wanted to spend her life with. The love of her life, ripped out of her life just with a snap of a finger..

After one week, she got released from the hospital. Evan picked her up and drove her home, even though she screamed at him to get out, he still showed up every single day during visitor hour or when they had to bring a patient in. He understood. She was mourning. And he would let her, even if she would scream at him or fight him. He would be there for his little sister.

When (y/n) got home, every single thing was just another reminder of Jay. A reminder of the accident, of what she lost. (y/n) couldn’t even attend his funeral because she was in the hospital, another thing they took from her. She couldn’t even say goodbye.

After a few weeks, she chose to move out to another apartment, she couldn’t live in her own home. Not when everything reminded her of him. So she went apartment hunting, even while she was walking on crutches.

A moving company helped her with moving into this new apartment, they also packed for her. But in the contract it was noticed they wouldn’t unpack. By the time she moved, she didn’t have a cast anymore, and didn’t have to walk around on crutches. So (y/n) tried to unpack what she could. It was such a mess inside of her head, that she had to call reinforcements.

Evan was in the bedroom, trying to rebuild (y/n)’s bed, which the movers took apart. Meanwhile Maddie and (y/n) were in the living room, going through box after box. “This box doesn’t have a label” Maddie opens the box, a confused look spread all over (y/n)’s face. Maddie takes out a necklace which was right at the top of the box.

This was one of the boxes she didn’t want to open or see, ever again.

As soon as (y/n) realises which box Maddie was going through, she stopped and stared at the spare dog tag which was dangling through her sister's hands. She bit her lower lip and she simply continued taking out the plates out of the box. When she takes a plate out of the box, wanting to stack them on the other ones next to her on the table, the plate slips out of her hand falling to the ground into a hundred pieces.

“Fuck!” (y/n) yelled as soon as she realised what she had done. Her elbows were leaning on her thighs, as she let her face fall into her palms. She tried to remain calm as tears streamed over her cheeks, and soft sobs came out of her mouth. “Hey, it’s okay.. We can clean this up.” Maddie says as she kneeled next to her little sister, trying to comfort her by rubbing her upper arm.

“No..” she whispers, “None of this is okay!” she raised her voice. “Calm down, it was just a plate. We can replace that.” Maddie tries to calm her down. “While you’re at it, can you also replace my fiance with it?” she shot back at her sister.

“Wow, what’s going on?” Evan’s voice sounded as he walked into the room.

“And you... “ (Y/n) stood up from her chair and started walking towards him and pointing at Evan. “You told me he was fine. When you rolled me into that ambulance.” she cries, while a waterfall of tears fell over her cheeks.

“(y/n)..” Evan saw a fire in his sister's eyes which he had never seen before. “You knew he didn’t make it. And you lied to me about it.” She continued as she pushed both of her hands into his chest. Evan was confused, one second he was just putting her bed frame together and now his sister was screaming, crying and fighting him.

“That was for your own good.” Evan shot back at (y/n). “You. Should’ve told me.” She wanted to shove Evan one more time, but before she could do that Evan grabbed her wrists. “No. You know why I didn't tell you?” Evan started. “Because I can’t stand seeing you like this! Look at you. You’re a mess!” He said as he looked her over. She wriggled herself loose from his touch. He was still holding her wrists.

“How could I not be a mess?! I'm the one who killed him, Evan!” she turned her back towards him, and dragged her fingers through her hair as more tears started to roll down her face.

Evan went silent, he knew she was still mourning. It seemed like she completely forgot that the car crash was caused because of some drunk moron, and started to blame herself for trying to keep them safe. Maddie wanted to pitch in, try and calm down the conversation. But before she could say something. (Y/n) spoke up, “Get out.”

She was kicking them out again. Just like she did in the hospital room. She wasn’t facing him or Maddie. She was just looking outside of her window. “Please. Get out.”

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“Hey this is (y/n)…say somethi-“ Eddie groans at the voicemail which is ringing through his right eardrum. He clicks on the red button to end the conversation and tosses his phone into his duffle bag.

Why was his best friend ignoring him? He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? Every single day he checked in on (y/n), just to ask how she was doing, if he could do anything for her or maybe just listen to her ranting about how life’s unfair.

But she hasn’t replied to any of his texts for days, and she wasn’t picking up her phone either.

“Someone seems frustrated..” Evan spoke as he entered the locker room in his uniform, unbuttoning his shirt while he walked to his locker.

They were getting ready to leave. Their shift was over, Eddie could’ve been home already but instead, he’s in the locker room being concerned about his best friend.

“Your sister isn’t picking up her phone. I’ve tried calling her at least ten times today, but it goes straight to voicemail.” Eddie said, concerned while he put on his jacket. “Have you spoken to her?” Eddie asks Evan.

Evan shook his head, “I haven’t, I already asked around, no one has heard from her.” He grabs his duffle bag out of his locker and places it on the bench behind him.

When the 118 was in the neighbourhood, they went and tried to see how she was doing. But when they rang the doorbell multiple times, she didn’t answer.

“It seems like every conversation I’ve had with my sister turns into a fight. At this moment, I’m not sure if she’s really mad at me, the team or herself.” Evan shrugged off his shirt and threw it in his bag.

“I know she’s still mourning, processing her loss.. but it’s like I’m not talking to the same (y/n) anymore, you know? She needs help, but I don’t know what to do.. not when she won’t talk to me.”

Eddie nodded, it wasn’t like (y/n) to ignore her brother, or her best friend. She was always the one who couldn’t leave people on read on texts, because she would feel guilty. Eddie closes his locker “Hey, you got a spare key to her new home?”

“Yeah, why?” Evan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Eddie. “Well.. if she won’t open the door, I don’t have to kick it in.” Eddie pressed his lips into a thin line.

(Y/n) is lying in her bed, with a hoodie on and the hood resting on her head. Her covers were over her body. She was staring into the depth of her bedroom.

With every breath she took, she could hear his voice playing in the back of her mind. The car crash scene keeps playing on loop and she doesn’t know how to turn it off.

It was like she was stuck in her own mind. As if she wasn’t alive.

“Time to get up!” Eddie says as he grabs a handful of her covers.

A groan tumbled past (y/n)’s lips, but she didn’t bother to put the covers back over her body again. She continued staring into the depth of the room.

She was wearing an oversized hoodie, and her kitchen counter was fully overloaded with empty take out boxes and dirty dishes.

Since the fight (y/n) had with Evan and Maddie, but mostly Evan. She hasn’t spoken to them in days. She didn’t continue unpacking after that, everything was just precisely as they had left. She tried to avoid the living room at all costs, if she would even make it past the bedroom door. Jay’s stuff was still in there, the box was open, just how Maddie had left it.

Eddie took place on her bed, sitting on the side. “(Y/n).. Are you okay?”

He knew it was a stupid question to ask. Of course she wasn’t okay, but he wanted to hear her voice. He wanted her to tell him, she wasn’t okay.

“We didn’t have enough time.” she said barely above a whisper.

Eddie sighed as he heard her stumble those exact words. He placed his hand on her ankle, and rubbed his thumb on her ankle. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

He stood up, grabbed both her hands and pulled her towards him. “Why are you here Eds?” she asked him.

“Well, since you decided to ignore everyone who has been messaging and calling you, I decided to take matters into my own hands.” He explained.

(Y/n) let out a cry and let herself drop into the mattress and pillow again. But Eddie pulls her up again.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” She raises her voice as she pushes Eddie's hands away from her.

“Okay fine.” Eddie starts, putting both of his hands in the air as a sign that he didn’t do anything wrong. “Push me away, like you did with the team, with your own siblings. Punch me, I don’t care. You can tell me to fuck off. But I’m staying right here, whether you want it or not.”

(Y/n) just sighs, completely annoyed with Eddie’s words. She knew he wouldn’t leave. He would stay there until he knew what was up.

“Really. Who’s it that you’re mad at right now? Are you mad at Jay for dying? Are you mad at the team because we couldn’t save him? Are you mad at Buck and Maddie because they tried to help you? Talk to me.”

Her hands were in her hair now, grabbing large pieces. It was one of her nervous habits, playing with her hair, or this.

“No it's not you that I’m mad at!” she snapped, as her hands left her scalp, she probably pulled some hair strands out.

“It’s me! Okay! It’s me who I am really mad about! I could’ve prevented all of this!” She yelled as her voice turned heavy and tears started rolling down her face against

She always cries when she’s mad, it was something she couldn’t stop.

“It was an awful, unlucky accident. Some drunk guy drove into the side of your car and you lost control over the wheel. You really think that if you steered another inch to the other side it would’ve made a difference? No. If you did that, it would’ve probably been worse.” Eddie spoke up.

(Y/n) went silent. She had nothing to say. Just for a few moments, the room which was just filled with loud voices, was now completely quiet. Eddie sat back down on the bed, while (y/n) crossed her legs.

“When you pushed us away, we let you. But we’ve given you days, weeks, even months to process this. But this is where I draw the line. I can’t handle seeing you falling into a deeper hole than you already are.” Eddie let his elbows rest on his knees.

“And don’t tell me that I don’t know how you feel. Because I do. I also lost someone I loved, and I don’t want to lose you too.” (Y/n) could tell Eddie was trying to keep himself together.

“How am I supposed to go on with my life, while a part of me died on scene with Jay?” She cries as she wipes the tears off her cheek with the sleeve of her hoodie.

Eddie pushed himself closer towards her, as he could hear her breathing starting to fasten. It almost looked like she was having a panic attack.

“Hey! Hey! I’m right here. Okay?” Eddie gently took her hand and placed it on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

“Breathe with me now, okay? Slow, deep breaths” (y/n) tries to copy him through her sobs.

“Good, good, you’re okay.”

“Help.. I need help Eddie.” She cries and pushes herself against Eddie, burying her face into the crook of his neck. As a wet spot was being created on his shoulder.

That was his advice. Ask for help.

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highonmarvel · 1 year ago

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Hiii cutie-spud!! I have a request...vampire!bucky? I saw you liked vampires, and this potato likes vampires, so maybe we need a good dick down of vampire!bucky, making sure we can never leave him. After all, he found us, loves us like no other can, shouldn't we give our all to him?

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Vampire!Bucky saves you from a car wreck. 18+

Dub/Non Con Warning!

more content warnings here!

You slowly peel your eyes open, and almost immediately regret doing so—even though it’s dark out, the little light there is adds to your headache, worsening the ringing sound in your ears, and a soft, rhythmic thump. You consider closing your eyes again, slumping forward and drifting back off to the sleep, but that beating becomes louder, and more coherent.

“Hey… Hey… Hey…” is all you can make out, a gentle coo lulling you back to sleep, until an arm shoots through glass and a hand grips on the door handle from the inside. You scream and sit up, noting a sharp but dull pain in your neck as you do so.

“I’m sorry,” a voice calls, still sounding far away and obstructed by the ringing in your ears, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You gasp as the door flies open and a man holds out his arms and coaxes you into them.

Unsure of what’s happening, you fall out of your seat, but he catches you with his strong arms and gentle chants, “It’s okay, I’ve got you, it’s okay…”

You look up at where you had stumbled out from: a car—your car—the front of it squashed against a tree and smoking from the hood.

“My- My car,” you manage to croak as you hold your arms out toward it.

“You had an accident, it’s okay, I’ll call someone, let me just take you back to my place, is that okay?”

You hesitate but even through your hazy mind you manage to remember your phone had died somewhere on the drive down from the mountains—you had been camping with your friends! in a remote area—before the accident. You left before them, and you were all taking the same route back to the city… how could they not have seen you? The ringing in your ears is dying down slightly and your surroundings are eerily quiet—just distant rustling and chirping. It’s dark, and it’s cold, so you must be outside, but you can’t see the moon—you can barely see anything. You look up and can make out just a few stars, the rest of them being covered by long, thin tendrils breaking into the night sky.

Branches. Trees! You’re in the woods.

“Is that okay?” he repeats.

You groggily look up at him and wince as you nod your head. He stands and effortlessly pulls you up with him; you squeal as he wraps a cold arm around your waist and raises you as he stands. Your feet are dangling off the ground for a moment until he gently sets you down, but keeps his hold on your waist. He brings his left arm over to your right and gently raises it to lay across his shoulders.

“There we go, good job,” he praises quietly as he takes a step forward, before asking if you’re able to walk. You take a step with him and sway slightly, head still spinning, but he catches you before you fall away from him and holds you slightly tighter against him.

“I can carry you,” he offers. You decline.

“You don’t seem like you have any major injuries—thank God—but you’re…” he slows down and drops the hand you have draped over his shoulders. He brings his fingers up to lightly touch your temple, to which you wince, “Sorry,” he mumbles, bringing his hand to his eyes, pale finger tips now stained with crimson, “You’re bleeding.”

You can barely make him out in the blackness of the forest and through your slightly blurred vision, but you swear his eyes flash with something… something you can’t name. But you can barely think about it; he swiftly picks your hand up again and starts walking.

It’s not possible to tell how long you were walking, but you can’t say it feels excruciating, your legs aren’t tired from the walk either; and you can’t tell the distance you’ve travelled, as you had just kind of zoned out, letting him do most of the work as you mindlessly pulled along.

But by the time you had reached a cabin, you were starting to regain a better form of comprehension, though your head was still aching.

You were grateful for the warmth of the cozy lodge, by size it was clear he lived alone.

“Thank you…” you say as he sets you down on a brown leather couch and hands you a blanket. You throw the warm cover over your shoulders and hold the corners together in the front as you settle a little more comfortably.

“Bucky,” he finishes for you with a smile.

“Bucky,” you complete your thanks, and give him your name in return.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks, calling over his shoulder as he ducks into a cupboard and begins rummaging around.

“My head’s killing me—apart from that, no,” you respond as he comes up, holding a small first aid kit in hand.

“Guess a concussion,” he says as he sits in a leather seat across from you, setting the bag down on the table next to it, “But here,” he lightly touches your left temple and you jerk away slightly. He pulls back to stare down at his fingers, “You’re bleeding… a lot. I think you need stitches.”

As he spoke he stared at his blood-painted fingers, for some reason making you uneasy. You shift uncomfortably and pull the blanket tighter around you. You lightly clear your throat and say, “I don’t need an ambulance or anything, but we should probably call someone to get my car, and, uhm, they can take me home.”

“I see a lot of you,” he says as he stands. Under the soft, yellow light of the cabin, you’re able to get a better look at him: he’s fair-skinned, tall, and strong with slightly wild hair, and even wilder eyes, fixated on you with a… hunger, like you’ve never seen; not just predatory, nearly inhuman altogether, “A lot of people come up and stay for no more than three days, and their biggest concern? Bears.”

He locks the door.

“When there’s much worse to fear out here.”

You’re unable to speak as he stalks towards you.

“And I’ve watched you, and I like you,” you shift up the couch, trying to put distance between you and him… or, you and… it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, you didn’t seem to be having too good a time,” he sits in the spot you just were and watches you squirm slightly, before he simply places his hand on your ankle and you still, paralysed, “Looked like you wanted to enjoy the scenery, and I kept thinking, ‘She should have come alone.’”

You had wanted to come alone; though you loved Natasha and Yelena, they weren’t much into exploring, preferring to stay at camp around the fire and stick to the set hiking trails, which, absolutely, you enjoyed, but they didn’t want to stray too far from the set paths—though the location was remote, it was by no means unpopular, and everyone pretty much knew the safe places to stay. One night you had taken a stroll, and could have sworn you felt eyes on you.

“Your friends… they seem nice, sweet, even. And they were.”

The way he annunciates sweet. And… they were sweet? You don’t get a chance at exactly comprehending him until he interrupts your thoughts in less than a moment,

“But I know you taste better.”

You gasp and push away further as cold fingers wrap around your ankle, but he’s pulled you down and is on you in a second, hovering above you with a smile; teeth impossibly white with… fangs.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your bleeding temple, pulling back to look at you with red lips. He flicks his tongue out and nearly moans at the taste, still grinning down at you.

Adrenaline coming from you don’t know where, you pull your knee in and punch up hard against his groin. He nearly falls on top to you with a grunt as he clutches his crotch, but you roll aside and tumble to the floor, hastily standing up as you dart for the door, manoeuvring around the coffee table and knocking stuff off the mantle of the fireplace in your rush to get to the exit. Of course he’s faster, blocking the exit and pushing you down.

You shriek as you fall backwards, actually nearly falling into the fireplace, and he lands over you, skilfully sticking out his arms on either side so he doesn’t crash into you. With really nowhere to go but into the fire, you try to shift down underneath him, but he painfully grips your neck and tugs you back up, holding your head just above the fire. You grasp at his grip on your throat with one hand and hold yourself from dropping into the flames with the other, your elbow dangerously close and heating up, and strands of hair coming loose—you wonder how your hair hasn’t caught fire.

“How many men have said they’ll love you forever… and how many really can?” he questions, to which you can barely even hear through your circulation cutting off and the imminent danger of being burnt alive, “You know what I am,” he continues, lowly, dropping his lips to your ear, “You know what I can do.”

When he pulls away, you notice the steel blue eyes you had not known well have turned to a red, and that you feel like you know all too well; eyes that have been watching you.

He swings you down underneath him and you fly through his legs, gasping for air. Your head hits the wooden floor hard and starts up that ringing again.

He lifts you up easily and holds you to his chest. You struggle in his hood as he tries to calm you; “I saved you, remember? I’m not gonna hurt you; I could have left you to die, but I didn’t, see? Because you’re special, so special…”

You’re not sure where he’s walking to until he tosses you onto a bed. You can’t even bounce against the mattress before he’s got a knee between your thighs and has gathered your wrists into one of his hands, holding them above your head. You struggle underneath him, but he still he continues in a gentle voice, “I saved you, you owe me—in fact, this benefits you; I can make you feel good, you need it, angel.”

“Bucky, no,” you say, firmly, but he might as well not have heard it.

He brings his other hand down to rub circles on your thigh.

“You’re warm,” he notes, though you assume just about anything is warmer than him—he’s so cold it burns, like dry ice.

You (nearly) regret wearing shorts when he runs his cold hands up your thighs; you shiver, and not because of the cold.

There’s something so… otherworldly about his touch; it’s foreign, yet so familiar it scares you. He shifts down and lightly grazes his teeth over your thigh. You whimper in anticipation, and he smiles against your skin.

“And you’re soft…”

He does it; his fangs pierce your thigh, and you wince at the sharp sting, but you just can not bring yourself to push him away, or even kick anymore, there’s some primal need to have him, that disgusts you, your body completely betraying you to give up to a man from fiction, old wives tales—that’s all vampires were supposed to be.

But you’ve got one between your legs.

He sucks, yet more gentle than you thought, and not for long, drawing blood from you in short intakes. After just a few seconds he pulls away and looks up at you with red eyes and a grin, exposed sharp teeth stained in a deep crimson.

This is quite literally the most danger you’ve ever been in; there’s no way in fucking hell you could escape a demon from there, from hell.

You press a hand to the thigh he bit, and bring your index and middle fingers up to stare at the two spots, watching as the red dots seep down to your palm with your mouth slightly open. You can not believe what’s happening, panic now really setting in.

It’s so odd, the juxtaposition between his soothing touches and dangerous nature. You’re near hyperventilating when he leans down to your neck. He pushes your hair away and brushes his lips against you, breathing steady, while you stare up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling so fast you’re afraid it may burst. You bring your left hand up to smack him away, but he catches your wrist and softly sets your palm against his cheek.

“Did I scare you?” he whispers, and you can feel him suppress a smile, “I do like my damsels in distress…” he drawls, bringing his lips up to your ear, “But you’ll be okay; I saved you. Remember, honey?”

You press your palm down harder, trying to hurt him, but that just pushes him to kiss your neck. You jerk away and turn over on the bed, but he’s there in a flash, elbow propped up on the pillow, holding his cheek in his propped up hand.

“How many men have told you they’d love you for eternity, and how many really can?”

He raises himself up over you, and now he’s looking ravenous; you’re afraid he will literally devour you. Never breaking eye contact, he rips your shorts straight off, and tosses the torn fabric. He brings a hand between your thighs and lightly drags a cold finger over your slit, wet, to your embarrassment.

You expect him to mock you as he raises an eyebrow, but he quickly drops it and brings his hand up to run down the side of your face.

“It’s okay,” he coos, “You know you need this.”

He’s naked before you realise it, fair skin complementing his six pack and strong arms—you don’t stand a chance. He rips your shirt off, and you gasp at the fabric sliding against your skin, leaving you exposed to the relatively warm air of the cozy cabin, but your nipples still perk.

You manage to look at him: he’s fucking huge.

As if reading your mind, “You can take it,” he assures as he slips your underwear off before lining up with you.

Slowly, he enters you with a low groan, and you gasp, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and grasping at his back, trying to gain some bearings at the intrusion, whimpering. He starts to move at a slow pace, almost like he’s trying to restrain himself, panting as you squeeze around him.

He drops his head to your shoulder, his breathing heavy on your neck as he praises you, “Fuck, you’re so warm… feel so good, you’re doing great for me, angel… doing great.”

He can barely speak through his groans, but either way you can barely hear him, his voice drowned out by your moans as he thrusts into you at a steady enough pace, but still you can hardly take it; this is a different kind of pleasure—as he hits you in just the right spot again, and again, and again—but you can’t figure out why, and you don’t even care, breathing hard as you dig your nails into his back.

He presses his lips back to your neck, and your nerves scale up for a second when he starts harshly sucking, but only to leave a hickey, for sure.

“Bucky,” it’s such a broken plea you wonder if you even got his name out coherently.

“Can you come for me? Can you do that?”

He brings a hand down to circle your clit as his breathing becomes ragged and thrusts harder.

“I- Fuck!” you cry as you convulse, back arching up as you clench down on him. Seconds later he reaches his high, cursing as he comes inside of you, trying to catch his breath with a smile on his face, admiring your wrecked state.

“Good girl,” he breathes, “You did so well, angel.”

You try to turn over, but he grips your hip and pushes it back down, forcing your body to face back up at him.

“I can last forever.”

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#dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #dark avengers #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark!avengers #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky x reader #vampire!bucky #marvel yandere #yandere bucky barnes #request

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yanderelinkeduniverse · 1 year ago

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Start of a Cycle | Part One

@gliphyartfan @imprisioned-in-the-hole @screaming-until-god-hears-me Here’s something I’ve been working on that I decided to post now before I spend another week working on the second half. (Mind the tags)

This is heavily inspired by @my-insanity-is-an-artform’s AMAZING “not zelda au,” just taken in a different direction.

Kokiri designs are heavily inspired from @earthnashes redesigns for them, specifically the ones in this post.

The sound of the wind blowing through the trees and birds chirping softly were the first things you heard when you came to. There was the feeling of warm sunlight on your skin and soft green grass under you and when you groggily opened your eyes, the you saw the sky that shade of blue you can only really see in the early morning.

A groan left you as you slowly sat up, an ear ringing headache pounding through your skull. What happened last night?

As you sat there, trying to figure out how you fell asleep in the woods of all places, all your memories of last nights events came flooding back to you.

The portal.

The dreams.

The shadow.

Your eyes widened as you realized that you had been kidnapped by a shadowy doppelgänger, literally taken in your sleep. The shock of the sudden realization has you shooting up and off of the grass, looking around frantically. To your dismay, nothing about these woods seemed familiar to you.

Okay, calm down, you thought, taking a deep breath. You tried to assess the situation calmly and look on the bright side.

For example, at least you were tied up in some dingy cabin out in the middle of nowhere!..Although that could just mean that you’re going to be hunted for sport-

Not helping!

“Alright..alright, I’m just going to walk out of these woods and find the nearest civilization,” you stated firmly, refusing to allow panic to settle in.

Setting off on foot, you headed in the direction that looked like it had the least amount of foliage, though that was hard since this forest was dense with plants. Plus, there was a thin layer of mist that seemed to cover everything like a blanket.

As you walked, you took note of how the trees were incredibly large, wide bases and trunks that grew high into the sky. You also noticed quite a few structures placed in odd places around the forest, ranging from small stone statues to wooden bridges leading to nowhere.

Is this like…a playground or something? you thought, continuing on and hoping that you were getting close to the forest’s edge.

It felt like you were working for a solid ten minutes until you ended up…exactly where you started.

“Oh come on!” you yelled up at the sky in frustration. All that time spent trecking through the foliage, getting leaves and the occasional twig stuck in your hair, and you had apparently walked in a complete circle like a dumbass!

Not a circle/You just got lost/Please don’t ever call yourself dumb

“Ugh, what do I do now?” you groaned to yourself, pacing back and forth as you contemplated going in a different direction.

A sudden giggle brought you out of your thoughts and you snapped your gaze over to the source.

Peaking out from behind a tree was what appeared to be a little girl with long green hair pulled into a long braid. You nearly yelped out of shock when you noticed the wooden antlers atop her head.

Oh my God, where did that stupid shadow drop me, you thought, eyes nearly bulging out of your head at the sight of the little girl. Well, at least you could ask her some questions.

Unfortunately, as soon as the girl noticed you noticing her, she darted off.

“H-Hey! Hold on just a minute!” you called out, immediately running after her.

You chased the young girl through a new part of the woods. There were the same large trees and statues and structures, but there were also hollowed out tree trunks that served to connect other areas.

Strangely enough, it seemed like the girl wasn’t really running from you, but rather leading you somewhere. Whenever you ran out of breath and were forced to stop, you’d always find her peaking out from the opening of another tree trunk, watching you with big open eyes.

But every time you called out to here, trying to explain how you were lost and needed help, she’d dart away as quick as lightning. And if you were pretty sure you heard her giggling more than a few times.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was incredibly fast, you’d think she was just playing a game with you.

She is/Children of the Forest/They love games

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of running, you managed to catch up with the strange little forest girl. Or rather, she had stopped running, allowing you to catch up with her.

“Geez, kid…I’m not..as fast as you…!” you panted out, hands resting on your knees as you desperately tried to catch your breath.

When you looked up, your eyes widened as you took in just how odd this girl’s appearance was.

Wooden bark matching that of her antlers crawled up the girls arms and faun-like legs and small flowers dotted her hair and the antlers atop her head. The only piece of clothing she wore was a small, dark green cloak with a golden clasp depicting a symbol you couldn’t recognize.

Holy crap she looks magic! you thought, mouth agape as you took in her appearance. There’s no way that’s cosplay, is it?

As you studied the girl, she seemed to be studying you too. She slowly circled around you, observing your clothes and eyeing the bulge in your pocket where your phone was. When she was done, she stood right in front of you and made direct eye contact, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“There have been visitors who come to the woods before, but I have never seen anyone like you..!” she explained, voice filled with wonder.

“Oh, uh, thanks?” you responded, wondering if that was supposed to be a compliment.

The girl smiled from ear to ear, bouncing in place a little as she squealed loudly like a kid on Christmas.

“That’s wonderful! We haven’t had anyone new come to the forest in such a long time!” The girl suddenly reached her hand out. “My name is Cyra, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”

Though a little surprised by her outburst, you politely shook the girl’s hand, giving her a smile of your own. “It’s nice to meet you too, my name’s (y/n). Could you, uh, actually tell me where I am?”

“Hm? Don’t you know if you came here?” Cyra inquired, blinking in surprise as she let go of your hand.

“Yeah I didn’t really come here as much as I was…kidnapped and dropped off here,” you stated bluntly, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

Cyra looked up at you like you were crazy and you couldn’t blame her, but it was hard to come up with a better story to explain your situation when you barely understood what was going on in the first place.

“Oh no, that’s horrible! We should go ask the Great Deku Tree for help, he’ll know what to do,”Cyra advised with a determined look.

The Great…Deku Tree…? Why did that name sound familiar?

Father/You know him/He knew you

As Cyra began to walk down the path leading deeper into the forest, you in tow, you continued to wonder why that name rings a bell. It was only when Cyra pulled aside the hanging vines that blocked your way that you realized where you heard that name before.

The Great Deku Tree…was a character from the Legend of Zelda series.

At the exact moment you came to this realization, eyes widening as it dawned on you just where you were, you were greeted with the warm sight of a forest village bustling with little children that looked similar to Cyra, except they lacked her cloak. Alongside them you spotted a multitude of little wood babies running around and playing with the bigger kids.

And not too far off distance, you finally saw the top branches of a truly humongous tree, the Great Deku Tree himself if your hunch was correct.

“Come on, let’s go!” Cyra chirped happily, not noticing your internal plight.

You swallowed thickly, a nervous sweat building up on your forehead, and nodded slightly.

Oh Christ, how did I get into this situation?

#words that have been crossed out are thoughts #not your own #yandere linked universe #acrylic writes #linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #not link au #oc: cyra #linked universe x reader

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magicfootballstuff · 2 years ago

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Sick Day (ona batlle x reader)

“You have to stay in bed.”

“But the match…”

“You’re too sick,” Ona insists, sweeping a few of the loose wisps of hair around your face out of the way. “No way Marc lets you play like this. He’ll see you and send you straight back home.”

You’ve woken up this morning with a fever and a thumping headache. It’s been coming on for the last couple of days, starting with a little tickle in your throat that you hoped you’d be able to get rid of by staying hydrated and going to bed earlier than normal. None of it seems to have worked, because you’ve woken up this morning aching everywhere and barely able to breathe through a stuffy nose.

“But it’s our first game of the new year and I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” you say, shooting Ona a pout, though you know you won’t be able to convince her to change her mind no matter how much you bat your eyelashes at her.

“I know, baby,” Ona says, with a sympathetic nod. “But you need to rest. The harder you push yourself, the longer it will take to recover.”

You concede, slumping back against your pillows.

“You talk so much sense and I hate it,” you tell Ona.

“Go back to sleep,” Ona says, getting up from where she has been sitting in her pre-match gear on the edge of your shared bed and leaning down to press a loving kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll bring you water and some flu tablets and ring Marc to tell him you’re too unwell to play today.”

“And the tv remote?” you ask, with a hopeful smile, pointing at the screen hanging on the wall opposite the bed. “If I can’t play then I want to watch the game later.”

“What’s that English phrase about little fingers?” Ona asks, though she does as you asked as she collects the tv remote from on top of the dresser and brings it over to you. “You’ve got your little finger on me, or something?”

“You’re wrapped around my little finger?” you correct her, grinning because it’s true.

The girls like to tease Ona about it at training - Millie even went through a phase of imitating a whip cracking whenever Ona offered to clean your boots or carry your stuff, which led to an awkward conversation where you had to explain to the Spaniard that being “whipped” wasn’t a sex thing, as she’d first thought.

But Ona likes doting on you and though you’re not normally one to take advantage of that, in your current state you’re definitely not going to complain if she wants to play nurse.

“Yes, that’s it,” Ona nods, humming in agreement. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, I think that’s all. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate you taking care of me.”

“It’s no problem,” Ona says. “I’ll go and ring Marc for you but I’ll come and say bye before I leave.”

Ona dials Marc and lifts her phone to her ear as she makes her way out of the bedroom.

“Hey Marc, it’s Ona. Yes, I’m good thanks. But…”

The bedroom door closes behind Ona as she explains the situation to Marc, leaving you alone. Feeling drowsy, you roll over in bed and pull the covers over your shoulders, your eyelids already starting to flutter shut.

———

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up, but it’s no longer light outside. You reach for the glass of water next to the bed to soothe your scratchy throat and pop one of the flu tablets that Ona has left out for you, then glance at the screen of your phone to check the time.

It’s nearly six thirty. You’ve been asleep all day.

“The match!”

You jolt upright, knocking your phone onto the floor with a clatter in the process, and your head goes woozy at the sudden movement. You hear footsteps down the hall and Ona appears in the doorway, changed out of her football gear and into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a hoodie you recognise as your own.

“Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“I didn’t watch your game! I’m so sorry!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ona reassures you, picking your phone up from where you knocked it over and sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you.

“What was the score?” you ask.

“We beat them six-nil,” Ona fights off a smile as she tells you the good news.

“Six? Who scored?”

“Lucia, Hayley… we scored so many I can’t remember them all. And I got two assists.”

As happy as you are that the team got the win without you, it sounds like a great game and you’re a little bit gutted that you didn’t even get to watch it, let alone be a part of such a big win.

“I can’t believe I missed it,” you say, reaching for Ona’s hand, which she takes and tangles your fingers together. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. You needed to rest. Are you hungry by the way? I’m making soup.”

You feel overcome with emotion for the girl beside you. You have a normal routine after a match day, which usually involves doing as little as possible, maybe ordering a takeaway and watching a movie. Ona must be tired from the game, and definitely needs to eat something more substantial than soup, yet her first priority is still to make sure that you’re well taken care of.

“I love you,” you blurt out. “Thank you for looking after me.”

“No problem. You’d do the same for me.”

And you do. Because two days later, when the worst has passed and you’re ready to return to light training, Ona ends up bed bound herself after catching your bug.

After all she’s done for you, you don’t mind repaying the favour and taking care of her too.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #established relationship

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svechnikovvv · 2 years ago

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not alone

pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader

warnings: profanity, trauma dumping?

summary: you’ve always felt like you’re the one to take care of people and you hated it. but what if there was someone to finally take care of you for a change?

a/n: a little self-indulging because yours truly has an ear infection & has been bed-ridden, so kind of a pick-me-up post. also, you’re all worthy of love, never forget that <3

masterlist: here

i’ve been in bed all day, sick with something. so what better way to make myself feel better than to watch sappy romcoms. the hating game happened to be said romcom for today. i got to the part where josh was taking care of a sick lucy when i started to sob.

“i want someone to take care of me when i’m sick.” i continue to sob as i watch the movie and i hear my bedroom door open. i peek my head out from the blanket cocoon i’ve made for myself and i see trevor standing in the doorway with a questioning look on his face. i then pause the movie and he makes his way to sit on the edge of the bed beside me.

he takes in my appearance and pouts. he sweeps the stray hairs out of my face and looks around the room.

“what’s going on? hm?”

“so much, trev”

“i’m all ears,” he moves to sit beside me

“i feel like i’m on death’s doorstep right now. and this movie i’m watching makes me realize how alone i am.”

“hey, you’re not alone”

“yes i am, trevor. whenever i’m sick like this, who’s there to take care of me? myself. i don’t have loving parents to ring up and ask for sick remedies. my dad & i have a rocky relationship. i mean, once i left for college, he pretty much stopped talking to me. i don’t have a mom, so that’s out of the equation.

“i’ve always had to just be there for myself and it’s so tiring after a while. for once i just want someone to take care of me. i always take care of everyone else. i’m so tired, trev. and i’ve been bed-ridden all day with a sore throat, headache and stuffy nose. so that makes it even better.”

trevor pulls me into his arms after i poured out my heart to him, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

“you said you want someone to take care of you? let me be that person, yeah?” i nod against his chest and after i’ve calmed down, he starts to get up.

“where are you going?”

“i’m gonna pick up all these tissues, then you’re gonna take a shower while i go to the store and pick up some medicine and stuff to make you some soup, and then we’re gonna watch a christmas movie and bake christmas cookies.” i nod and he flashes me a smile.

“i care about you, y/n. so much.” he starts to pick up the snotty tissues by my trash can that my awful aim missed, and gags at every single one. it feels almost domestic watching him swiftly move around cleaning up after me and taking care of me.

when he’s done, he places his hands on his hips and looks at my now clean floor. he nods then walks over to my dresser, grabbing a pair of sweats from the top drawer (he’s stayed over a lot, so he knows where they’re at), then opens another drawer and pulls out a random t-shirt, then he peels off the hoodie he’s wearing and adds it to the mix.

“alright missy, here’s your change of clothes. go shower and clean up and i’ll go to the store and try to be as quick as i can.” he places a kiss on my forehead, then placing the clothes on the edge of my bed and heading towards the door.

“trev?” he turns around and looks at me

“thank you. so much.” he nods

“don’t ever thank me for doing something i want to do.” and with that, he’s out the door. i grab the clothes he set out for me and take them with me to the bathroom.

once i finished showering, clad in the outfit trevor picked out, i head back to bed. although the steam from the shower did help to slightly clear my nose, i still felt absolutely awful.

about ten minutes later, i hear the front door open.

“y/n, i’m back!” i get out of bed, and walk to the kitchen. trevor is standing by the counter, back facing me, chopping up vegetables to put in the soup (i’m assuming it’s a soup of some sort). i walk behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, resting my head on his back. he puts the knife down and turns around, pulling me to his chest.

“you’re warm,” he softly laughs

“am i your personal heater now?” i nod against his chest and he rests his head on mine, rubbing a hand up and down my back.

“i hate that my girl’s not feeling well.” my heart rate picks up at him calling me his girl and i hope he can’t feel it.

“well, i’m in good hands now.”

“that you are. now, i have to get back to making your get-better soup.” he releases me from the hug and goes back to cutting the vegetables. i then hop up on the counter and trevor stops me.

“uh uh. go back to bed and relax.”

“but i wanna be with you, trev.”

“nope. told you i was taking care of you so go back to bed and put on a movie that ISN’T sad.” my heart warms at his words and i nod, heading back to bed. listening to trevor, i put on a happy movie—elf—and snuggle into the covers. fifteen minutes pass and trevor knocks on the door before coming in.

he has a tray with the bowl of soup on it and he places it on my desk. i sit up and he comes over to my side, fluffing the pillows behind me. he then grabs the tray and places it on my lap.

“this is mom’s recipe, so all compliments go to her.” i take a spoonful of the soup and gently blow on it, then eating it. i hum at the taste.

“oh my god, trevor. this is amazing. your mom needs a raise.”

“i told you it was good. she used to make this for griffin, ava and i whenever we came down with something and it never failed to make us feel better.” i continue to eat the soup while trevor and i watch elf. when i’m done though, he takes the tray and sets it back on the desk.

“now that you’ve eaten, medicine time.” i groan and hide under the covers while trevor laughs. he comes back as quick as he leaves and he pulls the covers off of me.

“come on, y/n. just a quick one two, down the hatch, and you’re done.” i huff out a sigh and take the measuring cup from him. i toss the liquid down my throat and gag at the taste.

“see, you did it. you lived”

“no i didn’t. you’re just talking to my ghost right now.” he nods

“i see. well, i guess since you’re a ghost, you don’t need me anymore.” he goes to get up but i grab his sleeve.

“no no, i take it back. stay. please” he pretends to think about it before he shrugs his shoulders.

“i guess i’ll stay” he sets the little measuring cup on the tray and slides his shoes off, making himself comfortable beside me. he then opens his arms.

“c’mere” i scoot closer to him to the point that i’m in his arms. we watch the movie as he runs one of his hands through my hair.

“i’m so sorry you’re feeling like this. if there was a way i could take it all away and make you feel better, i’d do it.”

“trev, it’s probably just some cold. i’m not dying. even though i do feel like it.” he chuckles

“i know, i know. but i hate seeing you sick,” he takes a pause. “y/n, can i tell you something?”

“of course”

“i like you. like, not in a friend way like you. but romantically.”

“why in the world would you like me?”

“why wouldn’t i? y/n, there’s so much to like about you. you always manage to cheer someone up whenever they’re not they’re best. you’re the sweetest person to walk the face of the earth. you’ve been through so much, yet you’re still here today. you make everyone laugh. the list just goes on,” he pauses. “will you be my girlfriend?”

“of course i will. i can’t imagine being with anyone else.” he smiles down at me and places a kiss on my head.

“now, what do you say in a few we make christmas cookies & listen to christmas music?”

“i would say that i love that idea and we should definitely do it… after this movie.”

“whatever you want, babe”

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @woodruff-edwards

a/n: hi, sorry this is short ): kinda a filler. i have better things coming soon though (;

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #nhl hockey #nhl #anaheim ducks

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captainlondonman · 2 years ago

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HI VIS

FIRST CLASS BIN MAN

‘Oh Christ, where am I? What time is it? Oh fuck I’ve pissed in my pants, look at the bloody stain all the way down my trousers. And fuck I’ve been sick all down my front. God what a bloody headache.’

Thomas was sat on the dirty wet ground back against a brick wall, , sitting in amongst what seemed like giant wheelie bins.

“Shit what a fucking awful smell.”

His nostrils were full not just of his own sick but the retching smell of fish bones and meat.

Slowly the picture stated coming back to him. He had just gone to Uni to get his results and what a shock, he had just got First Class honours. He had expected Upper second but shit man, a First. Totally amazing. He was on top of the world, any job would now be possible. He remembered hugging all his mates and like a gang they all went out to get smashed and celebrate. Smashed it was for Thomas as he must have been so out of his mind that he ended up down some back alley throwing up and passing out. While he was out cold he had pissed himself. One side of his trousers were totally stained with piss and he could smell it. With all he had had to drink he must have filled his chinos, once beige and now dark brown and still wet. Suddenly he saw that his cock had reacted to the warm wet piss and was erect stretching down his leg, a good meaty piece.

‘This is the last thing I need and how the fuck am I going to get home looking like this.’

So much for celebrating his degree when he ended up like this

As he started to get himself off the ground he heard the noise of a thundering truck backing up the alley with lights flashing, getting closer and closer.

God I’d better hide between these bins and hopefully no one will notice me . He sat back tight against the wall but the vehicle stopped and he heard both doors open.

‘Christ I’m done for’ he thought

Thomas heard the voices

‘Thank God its dry mate today. Another day just the same but it does me, and soon back to the depot and we can get a ciggie and a beer.

Too right, Joe. Make sure we don’t overdo it. Fucking shame that young geezer took off as we need another bloke on this round. A young cocky apprentice to show the ropes and giv us some relief, know what I mean.’

‘Forget the round mate I need my cock serviced by a young guy’ The other bloke said

‘Me too. Shit just saying this is giving me a knob on.’

‘What’s that noise between the bins?’

The two guys moved one of the wheelies aside and there was Thomas slumped trying to hide between the bins.

‘So what have we here?’

Standing in front of Thomas were two hulking bin men in full Hi Viz gear. Certainly 6’ 2”. One was around 50 with a good pot belly, his thick belt holding up his Hi viz trousers and allowing his belly to sit out over. He was wearing thick rubber wellies, a tight tee shirt and hi viz yellow waistcoat. All down his right area were tattoos He had a bull neck with double chin all unshaven, and hair erupting from the top of his T shirt. His head was totally shaved. The other guy was younger around 40 better build and had clearly done weights. His 6 pack showed through his T shirt but he wore a heavy Hiviz jacket on top, yellow Hi viz trousers and heavy worn rigger boots. Also a shaved head with a thick black beard and gold ring in his left ear. Not the guys to take any nonsense.

‘Er, I was out celebrating last night and have somehow ended up here, sorry’ said Thomas

‘Nae need to apologise but it must have been one fucking night judging by the sick down yer front and holy shit you have pissed herself as well. Some right ol mess mate

Right, lets help you up.’

The two bin men took Thomas by each arm and stood him up against the wall.

‘There you are. Christ you ain’t too bad, what’s that sticking out yer trousers. You’ve a bloody hard on mate and not a bad one at that.’

‘Er Sorry’ Thomas said trying to move his stiff cock so it was not so obvious.

‘Don’t mind us mate. Good viewing,’ the large one said giving himself a good rub between his groin.

‘You need to sort yerself out’

‘I’m not sure how I’m going to get home like this.’

‘Too right. Apart from the mess you stink mate’

The fatter guy gave his mate a side glance. ‘This could be what we are looking for’ his smile widening.

‘I reckon perfect.’

‘Sorry what are you saying?’

‘We are just finishing our round once we’ve loaded those wheelies and then back to the depot. Why don’t you get into the front between us and we’ll take you back with us to tidy up a bit and get you looking right.’

The two men had no difficulty is throwing the contents of the wheelie into the truck. The older guy got into the driver seat and the other said

‘Now young man get up and in between us.’

Thomas lifted himself into the long seat and the other guy pushed him along so his legs were touching the driver.

‘So what’s your name boy?’

‘Thomas.’

‘What a name, sounds fucking posh.’

The younger one said I’m Dave and the Big Un is Joe. Got that. You’ll know us well soon enough

‘So. What were you celebrating?’

‘I’d just got my Uni results’

‘Oh a clever boy then?’

‘Well yes, I got First Class honours so really pleased’

‘Christ knows what that is, Joe said, but suppose good enough to get you pissed’

‘Yes its great, makes it really easy to get a good job.’

‘Tell you what son you don’t have to look any further than us. You can join us, were looking for an apprentice kid to train on the bins, and keep Dave and I happy as well. You could be a first class binman.’ Joe said moving one of hands off the steering wheel and on to Thomas’s lap giving him a pat

‘I see myself in Finance actually.’

‘Oh do you actually? Tell you what Tam, you sound a right little stuck up shit telling me that. First class binman probably too good for you. I reckon a fucking ordinary binman more like.’

‘Sorry I don’t mean to be insulting but it is not what I have in mind.’

Thomas was sitting tightly between Dave and Joe each of his legs rubbing against theirs more with Joe very time he changed gear. He felt their shoulders up against him, felt their power, had the noise of the Hi Viz gear against his ears. He could smell their man smell and the stale smoke from their breathing. It was like nothing he had experienced before but he felt under their power and he liked it. Liked it so much that his cock started twitching again and lengthening down his trousers. The workies had seen his last stiff cock and he thought they seemed impressed, in fact the older one seemed to positively like and stare at.Thomas had seen him rubbing his own dick and a sly look had shown Thomas that his prick was in proportion to his size. Meaty and tenting in his HI Viz gear.

I daren’t let them see this, Thomas thought, and put his hands over his dick but he could not resist with the under hand gently stroking.

‘No way do I want to be a HI Viz working bin man’ thought Thomas but these men are really doing it for me even if Joe is overweight. They both seem thick but know what they want.

‘Ok Tam that’s us coming to the Depot’ Joe said

‘It’s Thomas really’ Thomas piped up

‘Too fucking posh for me that Tam. Tam it is and Tam it will stay’

‘I’m still a good walk away from home,’ Thomas said ‘and God knows what people will think of my clothes.’

‘You don’t need to worry about that Tam, come into the hut with us and we will sort you out. We have you looking decent in no time’

As he clambered down from the lorry he let is hands slip away and Dave got a good look at Thomas’s dick, not as hard still still poking out. Dave looked over at Joe with a wink

‘We’ve got a winner here Joe.’

Joe walked into the hut with Thomas behind and the first thing was the small of ciggies and general stench of body odour. He tried not to breathe but the more he resisted the more he wanted to smell and have his lungs full of the stench.

‘A bit of a smell Tam but you get used to it and it looks already as if your taking it in to your lungs. Right lets sort you out’

Joe opened a locker and took out some clothes throwing them down on a seat.

‘These are yours Tam perfect size, perfect fit and will makes you feel like a different bloke. Much better than all those stained clothes your’e wearing. You’ll be much more comfortable in these, just like a second skin.’

Thomas lifted the various items to inspect.

A pair of really dirty stained Hi Viz trousers in yellow with the reflective stripes, a T shirt that once had been white but now grey, frayed at the neck and ripped under the arms, A grey hoodie with what looked like tea stains down the front, a Hi Viz waistcoat and a jacket all dirty and well used. For foot wear a pair of thick cheesy looking socks and Doc Marten boots with yellow laces

‘I can’t wear these to walk home’ Thomas said looking in disgust at the Hi Viz gear. ‘They look worse than what Ive got on.’

‘Like Fuck’ Joe said ‘You think that piss stain all down your leg looks better. Trust me you’ll look a hell of a lot better is this stuff and feel better.

He picked up a bin bag and shouted ‘Now get out of these fucking clothes and get into the Hi Viz and just do as I say. Take all those bloody puked and piss stained clothes off including your boxers and get into this kit. And don’t worry bout us, we’ll go next door and make ourselves a brew while you change and I mean change and then well come back in to see the new you and you’ll find out what’s happens then.’

Feeling very self conscious and not understanding what the blokes meant Thomas stripped off and looked what to put on first. First try the socks. He looked at them and thought Christ these have been well used. He could not resist smelling them. God what cheesy feet the bloke must have had, it was as if they have never been washed but after his first reaction against them he found himself moving them up and down his nose breathing deeply , getting a kick. It gave him a headache and slightly blurry eyed as he slipped them on his feet. Next the Hi Viz trousers. As he looked inside them the guy had obviously always been. Commando and he could see some skid marks on the arse and piss stains at the front. The trousers were well used but still had a stiffness to them. They looked the right size as he pulled them up. His haziness was getting worse but he still knew what he was doing. Next the T shirt, Christ he could smell the BO. Thank God he could get home soon and get straight into the shower. As he pulled it over his head he felt his arms change. Suddenly they did not feel or even look as skinny as usual, there was good muscle which he had always wanted but through his hazy eyes his right arm started changing colour. There were tattoos in black red and blue. All the way down his arm totally covering all the way to his fingertips. He can’t be seeing right surely but as his mind became more boggled he thought yes my arm is covered in tattoos. Thomas slipped on the waistcoat and then the jacket. He was becoming more and more confused and was beginning to forget his name. What was it ?

Yeah Tam, I think . He went to put his hand up to his head to relieve the pain and saw that his hands were now grimy with dirty bitten nails, the fingers were yellow as if with nicotine. They were thick working hands. As he scratched his head where the hell had all his hair gone? He was bald totally shaven like a skinhead. He had strong wavy hair, so he vaguely. thought but he was scalped. As his hand moved around over his face he discovered he had rings in not just both ears but through his nose. How the hell had they got there. His head was throbbing and his confusion was even worse. A small part of him remembered him as the Uni graduate Thomas but more and more he was thinking of himself as Tam, beer and a night out with his skinhead friends getting into a brawl. He stepped into his 19 hole Doc. Martens, thick soles that had clearly kicked blokes on the ground in ne of his angry moments. As he tied the last boot up his head exploded and he thought his eyes were going. to pop out. He stood up quickly and looked into the mirror next to the locker.

‘Fucking hell, fucking great man’ Tam stood there looking at a Hi Viz clothed skinhead with a scar across one cheek and a spider’s web tattoo spreading up his neck. He looked bloody scary, takes no prisoners, rings in his ear and nose.

‘I’m a fucking skinhead working on the bins. Shit man who wants more? No need to fucking wok hard. Stcik with thosue stinking bins and the lads here and the getting out and having a punch up after a gutful of beers. Fucking perfect’

Tam was so pleased with himself that his cock had gone rigid and that meaty cock of Thomas’ was even bigger and thicker now and stood sticking straight out in his HI viz gear. ‘Shit man I’m so fucking horny’ he said rubbing his crotch.

The door opened and Joe and Dave walked in.

‘Well, it looks as if our new apprentice is getting off on his new look. So Dave we have our first class young bin man, Joe said starting to rub his own dick.

Tam could not take his eyes off the mirror seeing his image, his prick getting harder and harder and his hand rubbing up and down faster and faster.

‘Tom, quit the wanking now there’ll be time for that soon enough.’

‘So Joe what do you think.’ Dave said

‘Fucking amazing, shit he’s made me feel fucking horny. No way are we going back on the road until he’s been through his initiation with us.

‘I’m ready, Dave,’ Joe said unzipping his hi viz and pulling out his massive thick dick. He spat a big gob onto his hand and spread it up and down his cock. ‘That’s it getting it greased for a big fuck.’

‘I always love looking at that cock of yours Joe’ Dave said rubbing his own crotch.

‘Jesus,’ Tam said eyeing Joe’s prick. ‘That’s a fucking monster you have there. Are we all going to wank?’

‘No boy, this dick of mine is going up that arse of yours. All new boys get this and all of them want more after as you will.

‘So do as I say now and drop those hi viz trousers. Lets me see that cock of yours and I know you want a good look yourself. I promise you it’s a thicker dick that’s you had.’

‘I’m not fucking getting my gear off’ Tom shouted

Joe grabbed hold of Toms jacket and pressed his face against his.

‘You’ll fucking do as I say or do want me to force them down around your fucking knees. If that’s what you want then ye’ll get no spit and trust me you really feel my cock being pushed hard up that crack of yours’

Tam lowered his trousers

‘Now look at that cock of yours mate.. Not a bad bit of equipment and nice and hard. Don’t worry you’ll soon get your chance for that wank’ Joe said grabbing Tam’s cock and give it a mighty squeeze, Tam groaning with real pleasure

‘Now bend over facing Dave, that’s it my boy’

Tom bent forward and Joe let another big gob of spit drop on to his cock.

‘Shit that feels good’ as he rubbed his hand up and down his shaft

He took hold of Toms arse and spread his cheeks, bending down to let his wet tongue in to his crack.

‘Christ that arse of yours is high but get’s me more horny and ready for that fuck.’ With one finger he started moving into Tom’s crack moving it around and taking his second finger pushed that in too

‘Shit man.’ Tom moaned.

‘Shut up its only 2 bloody fingers. Just wait.’

Joe stood up and still with his hands parting Tam’s cheeks moved his hardened cock to the hole. Dave standing watching was by now rubbing his crotch.

‘Once you get that cock up his arse Joe then he can start giving me blow job. I love spunking down a new boy’s throat’

‘Don’t worry Dave his throat is all yours. For now I just want his arse’

Ok Tam get ready, this is what you want. It may hurt at first but once up you you’ll be moving up and down my rod begging me to cum insider you.

With his big arms around Tam’s waist he inched the head of his cock into Tams arse

‘Relax mate. The more relaxed you are the easier it will be’

‘Shit that’s one hell of a dick’ Tam said squirming in both agony and enjoyment

‘This is just the beginning. That arse of yours is begging for my big prick, I can tell the way your bum is reacting’

With his arms he started pulling Tom back slowly towards him, his cock nicely greased by his spit forcing its way up.

‘You see what I told you, relax, feels good don’t it?’

‘Shit it’s big, man but I fucking love it.’ Tom replied letting his arse move further up into Joe’s cock. With one shove from Tam Joe’s cock was up to the hilt and he could feel Joe’s beer belly rubbing against his arse.

‘Shit Joe. Let me feel that flabby belly of yours get right into my arse. Push it big man

‘Dave its time that cock of your got a bit of the action. Let our new boy see that cock of yours.’ Joe grunted loving the feel of his dick in Tam’s arse

Dave was ready and almost panting to get his dick out from his flies.

He stood in front of Tam with a raging erection and pulled his foreskin back.

‘See this cock, Tam, Dave said as he stood right in front of Tams face. You need to get this down that throat of yours. All part of your initiation.

‘Fuck that cock of yours Dave is rank. I can smell the piss’

‘Piss or no piss’ boy, its going down your throat’

Dave took hold of Tam’s head and inched his hard dick down the throat.

‘Stop fucking gagging boy and breathe it’ll be much easier. Let me see that spit of yours running down your face

Joe smirked. Now you’ve got both of us, me up that nice tight ares of yours and Dave’s cock down your throat.

Now Dave you know what you need to do next don’t you as you know I’m the boss

‘Sure boss, and with that Dave lent forward to took hold of Joe’s tits through his T shirt and started squeezing

‘Fuck that’s good Dave, you always know how to get me really worked up. Keep going and with my dick up Tams arse you can squeeze as much as you want.

‘Tam as for you, you can at last get your cock out and start wanking and all three of us are going to fucking erupt at the same time got it?’

Go on Dave move that cock of yours up and down in Tams throat’ Joe cried as he shoved his dick in and out of Ta’ms arse.

‘You love that boy don’t you?’ as he could hear Tam groaning, his hand down working his shaft

Joe said ‘You fucking loving that Joe I can see. Think this is our best apprentice yet. Go on let that belly of yours smack against his arse. I love seeing it’

‘Too bloody right. Shit man I’m going to come any minute he said as he gripped Tam, around the waist.

Go on Tam suck my dick as if your life depended on it. That’s some fucking throat you have. ‘Christ Joe I am about to come as well. What bout you Tam.?

A loud grunt from Tom and the way his hand was over his shaft said the same.

‘I’m fucking ready. I’m about to empty a fucking great wad of cum up yer arse boy. That’s it Dave really squeeze my tits.

Shit its coming arghhh I shooting now., With. That joe threw his head back and erupted his sack off cum up Tam’s arse

Dave seeing his mate in orgasm shot his spunk down Tams throat, moaning Fucking hell. Shot after shot of cum was too much for Tam as it ran down his chin on to his HViz jacket.

Feeling all this cum spurting into him from both ends was too much for Tam. This is what he always wanted. Real strong men, arse and face fucking him. With one almighty jerk he released jet after jet of young hot spunk all over the floor

‘Fuuuckin hell Tam shouted. I’ve never had a fuck or wank like that. Fucking terrific.’

The three men stood up and flicked off the drops of cum from their dicks looking at one another doing the same and pushed he cocks back into the hi viz trousers so that some cum would stick to the inside.

‘Well Tam that was your initiation to be a bin man.’

‘Joe you said sumthin about First class. I’ve never been first class in anything always fuckin dumb. Dina want to be anything else. Give me ciggies and beer that’s enough for me.

‘I tell you what Tam,’ Dave said ‘yer a bloody good fuck and as far as I’m concerned a first class bin man. Don’t you agree Dave?’

‘The best yet. I knew it as soon as we picked you up. Well done Joe you chose a right one. This time Lets make sure we keep him.’

‘Tell you what Joe, I ain’t going anywhere if you both can fuck and let me blow job you like that. So what say we get back out on the road and get the afternoon bins picked up and make sure we get back here for another session. I still have plenty of cum to get rid off.’

‘Good boy Tam. Dave and I have plenty to give you. ‘

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zecretsanta · 2 years ago

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To: @heypilot

From: @juricha-art

Notes on piece #1:

This one was possibly the hardest to work around, since there is a pretty small chronological window where they would be able to spend some quality time together, so I'm sorry if this isn't exactly "growing up". I knew I had to include Akane though, since she was such an influential figure in K(yle)'s life. I imagine that all three of them would enjoy spending the time in the Biotope Garden. Akane would teach them a lot of things, read aloud or tell stories about her life. She was probably telling them about the meaning of different flowers and of love, and that would inspire Luna to make those flower wreaths for everyone (that one she's making is for Sigma) while Akane would take a nap on K's shoulder - she's just an old woman, after all. Considering the calla lily's symbolism, I'd say it is rather fitting for the place - purity, faithfulness, death. I tried to make it sweet and a bit melancholic. Materials used: watercolors, watercolor pencils, Faber-Castell Pitt pens.

Notes on piece #2:

This one really stuck with me, because I love those two and that timeline still gives me the feels. At first, I'd wanted to make it into just a makeshift wedding. Then - bam! - I remembered the famous painting by Gustav Klimt, "The Kiss". Thus, this one artwork was born. The story is that Sigma wanted to make something to cheer Diana up after they find out that she is expecting, and to prove his love to her, so at least if something happens, they would be together. And so he secretly prepared all those elements and clothes and rings (he's so skilled on tech stuff - and most likely chemistry as well - that it wouldn't be a problem at all to do even with scarce supplies. My headcanon is that he would also be good at sewing and such, with his fine motor skills). The environment is the mix of the Healing Room elements and also that official artwork where Diana is holding a skull and a bouquet of daisies. You can tell that I've got just a little bit carried away, lol. I've specifically left it up to the viewer's interpretation, so it could be both happy and angsty at the same time. Remember: Memento mori if the nineth lion ate the sun. Materials used: gouache, Faber-Castell Pitt pens, Sakura Pen-Touch gold marker.

Notes on piece #3:

This was the first out of the three I'd finished actually. I didn't want to repeat myself, so I've made them don the traditional Japanese kimonos and make Carlos go and visit Kurashiki family in Japan instead. Uchikoshi did say that Akane is an ideal Japanese woman, after all, and she certainly lives up to the title here, hehe. Guess who got drunk and is about to get an earful from his sis because of photobombing: "It wasn't THAT finger!". Carlos is very excited to be celebrating the holidays with the crew (Maria is the one taking the photo), and Junpei is just very proud of his wife and children (Rei is holding a temari ball and Quark a kagami mochi. Nova is just there being cute) . I aimed for a very light-hearted vibe here. Materials used: alcohol markers, pigment liner, Uni Posca pen, Sakura Pen-Touch gold marker and several types of washi tape (which were a major headache to work with, and I had to use tracing paper to stick them on and then cut them out. I hope it was worth it).

#zero escape #virtue's last reward #zero time dilemma #9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors #vlr spoilers #ztd spoilers #999 spoilers #heypilot #juricha-art

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kolibri-herz · 10 months ago

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I've been playing a solo rpg called Anamnesis and I'm surprised by how much fun I have writing and playing. It's also emotional in a way I didn't expect. And I actually kinda like my writing, so I'll share the first act on here. Let me know if you wanna read more.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the splitting headache. The second? The distinct lack of light. As someone who grew up in a major city, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced darkness quite like this. I have no idea where I am, how I got here or even what my name is. And it’s hard concentrating with my left arm itching so much. As I reach over to scratch it, my hand touches something that feels like saran wrap clinging to my skin. At the same moment, I remember the sound of a tattoo machine, see it etching lines into my arm, see the skull of a raven holding a single iris inside its beak. Instinctively, I know not to scratch as not to destroy the black lines and shadows. I wonder if I have any more tattoos.

I need to distract myself from the encroaching panic about my situation, so I start patting myself down, looking for any clues of what might have happened. I search the pocket of my jeans and my fingers find a cold metal object. Feels like a ring. I don’t know why but suddenly there are tears in my eyes. Sad, yeah, but even more so, angry. The anger burns through my body, leaving devastation like a wildfire in a forest. And suddenly, I remember. I had a sense that it was coming, a whisper in my ear telling me that this was too good to be true, that I didn’t deserve to be lucky like that. But then I would look at her, her smile like the sun on a cloudy day, and as if she could read my mind, she reassured me that this was real, that she really loved me, that she wanted us to be forever. And I really believed her. Until that day I came home early… There are some things I would love not to remember.

I think it’s slowly getting less dark. Or maybe my eyes are just adjusting. I turn around, trying to make out anything. Then I hear a little pling. I feel the wooden floor for whatever fell down and when I find it after a little while I can’t help but letting out a triumphant “Ha!”. I can vaguely make out the shape of a cross, at least when I look very closely. An earring, maybe? Am I religious? Is this just a fashion statement? I try to tune inward, for a memory or even just a feeling but nothing. I have no clue.

#personal #anamnesis #solo rpg #journaling rpg

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wrienne · 2 years ago

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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 12: More Trouble

You gaped. You couldn’t believe your eyes or ears - frankly the whole situation was inconceivable. It was still as clear as the sky that day, that one, natural lean Jungkook had made to allow Park Yi-Jae to kiss him. You had even hinted, if not straight up told him, that she was someone he had loved very dearly before the accident. In fact, you had tried to make the ring - your ring - appear as if though he had chosen it for Yi-Jae prior to his amnesia. You had practically told Jungkook she was his would-be fiancé, and she was still wearing the graduation present you had bought for him.

What was he doing?

Jungkook pulled away from Yi-Jae, ignoring her as he glanced up at the doctor’s. For a moment, Yi-Jae’s expression froze. She looked even more stunned than you. But her eyes soon brimmed with a new batch of tears when Jungkook muttered a harsh command.

“Get everyone but (Y/N) out,” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand. “They’re giving me a headache.”

The doctor’s lips barely parted before Park Yi-Jae stormed out of the room, almost knocking over the fried chicken you held firmly in your left hand. She was covering her face with both of her hands, yet somehow managed not to run into someone in the hallway, even though several somebodies yelped in surprise. Kim Sejin left morosely, giving you a weary nod as he passed you. He had just exited when you finally regained your senses.

“Really, Jungkook?” You placed the chicken on a countertop next to the sink in the room, then tossed your purse onto the second bed as you rushed out of the room. You didn’t know how or even if you could, but you knew you had to try and apologize to both Sejin and Yi-Jae on behalf of Jungkook. You were fine with him treating you poorly, since you had gotten used to it over the years, but he was not going to hurt other people - people he once held close to him.

You couldn’t let him sever the ties to his former self, the self he was before the accident.

“I’ll be back in a moment!” you called to the doctor, who didn’t seem to understand a thing of what had just happened. “Shove some chicken into him meanwhile, if you could!”

“(Y/N)!”

You ignored him. It wasn’t difficult to spot and apologize to Sejin - he had literally just walked out of the room when you shot out after him. And although he seemed a bit disturbed, probably after seeing the gone horribly awry conversation between Jungkook and Yi-Jae, he was old and mature enough to realize the idiot wasn’t being awful on purpose. Or well, technically he was, but he didn’t know better.

At least that’s what you hoped.

You were forced to run out of the building and scour the taxi area before you sighted Park Yi-Jae. Standing in the yellow light of a street lamp, she talked frantically with someone on the phone. She was still crying, sniffling, her shoulders curving inwards as she almost stood hunched over, grasping her stomach. Her features stiffened when she saw you approaching her.

“I’ve got to go, er, the taxi’s here.” She turned her face slightly to the side and straightened. “Yes, I’ll be right there. No, it’s fine, I’m not hungry. Bye.”

Your opened your mouth when Yi-Jae raised a finger, silencing you. “(Y/F/N). That was embarrassing. Have you come out to make fun of me?”

Her voice was no longer soft and sugary sweet. It had turned into hard caramel, that type you had no choice but to suck on if you didn’t want your teeth to break.

“I came to make amends,” you told her tenderly. No matter what you thought of her, you would have never wished what Yi-Jae had just experienced on anyone. Not even Hye-Bin. “I thought you should know that Jungkook isn’t really himself right not. He… he’s frightened because he doesn’t recognize anyone. That’s all.”

“He does recognize some, though.” She frowned. “He recognizes you.”

“We’ve known each other practically since birth,” you explained. “There’s nothing else to it. He just happens to remember someone he despises.”

“He doesn’t despise you.”

You almost laughed. “That’s kind of you to say, but trust me. When I tell you there’s one person in this world Jeon Jungkook cannot stand, it’s me. It’s bad karma that he only remembers me. Though, hopefully, he’ll soon be able to remember you and the rest as well.”

“What are you trying to say?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’ll help him recuperate his lost memories,” you said simply. “He’ll be the Jungkook we all know and love before the end of May. I’ve promised I’ll make it happen.”

“No.”

Now it was your turn to frown. “What?”

Park Yi-Jae was smaller than you both height and weight-wise, yet despite this, you felt threatened by her intense glower. Not enough to back away, but enough to make you consider her next few words with extra concern.

“If you don’t stay away from Jeon Jungkook, I’ll make sure to make your life hell.”

“Excuse me?” you managed.

“Stay away from him.” She gestured widely with her hand, up toward one of the hospital floors Jungkook was in. The light from the street lamp caught on the chain necklace you had bought him. “I don’t want you around him.”

“You can’t be serious,” you said incredulously. When she didn’t immediately reply, you rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be that person, but I will now. Do you know who I am?”

“Jungkook’s family friend.”

“That I might be as well,” you said sharply, “though you forget the most vital. What’s my name?”

Yi-Jae’s gaze hardened. “(Y/F/N).”

“I don’t take well to threats,” you continued. “I get that you’re upset and sad or whatever, but don’t take it out on me. I’m merely trying to help you.”

She snorted. “Right, as if I can’t see how obviously you enjoy this situation. Admit it. Does it feel amazing, having the type of unfair power you currently have over Jungkook? Over one of the most handsome, talented and wanted guys in the business?”

“You’re twisted,” you said bluntly, even as her words struck a chord within you. You did have immense influence over Jungkook. But you had used it right, hadn’t you? You had told him he loved Yi-Jae and that your ring, in truth, was for her, because in ways it was. He loved her. Only, he had probably screwed everything up now.

“Oh please. As if you haven’t considered using him for whatever business you and your family conduct.”

“I knew there was something beneath that smile of yours,” you said instead. “You tricked me yesterday, didn’t you? When we met in the bathroom underneath the stadium. You tried to make Jungkook see us together. One could say, you even caused all this mess yourself.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said innocently.

“Oh well,” you said with a shrug, “karma is a bad bitch.”

Her eyes narrowed. “If Kim Sejin or anyone actually believe that you can help Jungkook, they must be crazy. That theory is ridiculous, firstly, and you’ve probably never had to fight or struggle for anything your whole life. Rich kids are about useful as decorative vases.”

“Ever considered that I might be recording this conversation?” you asked. “I think a lot of magazines or even news agencies might be interested in hot, hot stuff like this.”

“Yeah,” she said sarcastically. “I can already read the headlines: ‘Corporate Heiress breaks apart Park Yi-Jae, leader of ESSTAR and Jeon Jungkook, BTS’ Golden Maknae’. That would generate lovely publicity, wouldn’t it?”

“I thought you two hadn’t gone public,” you said, suddenly bewildered.

“Not yet.”

Yi-Jae waved over a cab and entered it before you had the chance to catch her. She waved once before the driver took off.

That sounded ominous.

You didn’t spot Kim Sejin on your way back to Jungkook’s room, though that might be as well. A headache was slowly settling, working its way up from the back of your skull. The last twenty-four hours had been way too eventful for you. Not only had you experienced infidelity, shock, then shock again, sleep deprivation, a school day filled with battle planning, a reluctant dinner with the Bangtan Boys which had resulted in another heart attack, an outrageously rude Jungkook and now, like the cherry on top, you had potentially but most likely made an enemy out of Park Yi-Jae, despite your best efforts.

Shoot.

Before stepping inside Jungkook’s room, you took a deep breath. It took every last bit of strength for you ignore the aching pain in your head and instead muster a smile.

“Sorry,” you told the doctor again, who was interrupted when you opened the door. “Do you have to be such a scumbag to your girlfriend and your manager?” you told Jungkook in a lighthearted, yet determined manner.

He sat where you had left him, though, to your relief, he was eating eagerly out of the box of chicken you had brought him. “I don’t know them,” he said simply, through mouthfuls of meat. “Do you expect me to just listen and believe everything they’re saying?”

You sighed. “Yes, yes, in fact I do.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow as you approached them, and you stopped. “Should I go out?” you asked her nervously. “Were you conducting some private examination?”

You had absolutely no interest in seeing Jungkook naked. He would have to suffer through something like that on his own.

“No,” she said curtly. “Sit.”

You obeyed, sinking down on the same chair Yi-Jae just until recently had occupied. You tried not to think what the doctor believed of you, Jungkook and the whole drama scene that had unfolded with Park Yi-Jae. You only prayed she didn’t recognize any of your faces or names, though that was about as likely as Jungkook finding all his memories spontaneously returned to him that exact moment.

Meaning, she probably knew and would have, if not for the doctor’s code of honor and law, had a lot to gossip with her friends or the media about.

“I’m Doctor Lee Ho-Young,” she said without any particular emotion. “You came at the right time, Miss. He doesn’t want to wear the hospital gown or eat or take any of the pills we’ve been trying to give him. He won’t even let nurses check on him, and has been trying to escape the hospital all day.”

“I was hungry,” said Jungkook as if that explained everything.

Doctor Lee turned over a page on her clip board, then bit her pen. “All the scans show he’s fine, and the tests show that he’s healthier than a horse. He didn’t even break his arm really, he merely fractured the ulna after the collision occurred, probably due to falling on it or something. Yet, he proves to be the most troublesome patient we’ve had for a while.”

“He’s proud,” you told her apologetically. “It’s the worst excuse I have, but also the only one. I don’t know why he’s acting like this. He has never been this hostile to strangers before.”

"It's not unheard of that people with memory-related diseases to suddenly adopt a more suspicious attitude." She paused, hesitated, then went on. “If you could come out and speak a little with me. There are some private matters I need to discuss.”

“Why can’t he hear them?” you asked.

“That’s a good question,” agreed Jungkook.

“It’s normal protocol,” she said casually. “Kin should hear the delicate details before the patient if the doctor in charge deems it necessary.”

“Which you do,” you noted.

“Obviously.” She twirled her pen between her fingers. “Follow.”

You rose and started after her when Jungkook stopped you. “You’re not going anywhere, (Y/N), are you?” he asked, fear briefly widening his familiar brown eyes. “You have to stay the night here, or I won’t be able to sleep.”

“I’ll be just outside,” you said softly. You found yourself almost reaching out to touch him, but caught yourself before you could move. “I’ve brought some new clothes for you, as well. You should take this opportunity to change, or do you want me in here for that as well?”

Jungkook snorted and the fear in his eyes dissipated like smoke. “In your dreams.”

You shook your head but couldn’t hide a smile. The doctor waited impatiently for you as you closed the door after you.

“I heard you’ve spoken with Doctor Kang,” she began sternly. “You should know that nobody in this hospital believes in his fairytale theory concerning memory loss. Amnesia can impossibly be corrected by some magic of old friendship or young love.”

“We’re not friends or lovers,” you said immediately. “And I only heard it second-hand, from Jungkook's manager. And since it’s the only available alternative, we cannot afford to cast it aside.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers, I get it.” She raised an eyebrow. “Still, do you believe in it? Despite its obvious lack of scientific proof?”

“Yes,” you said truthfully. “I can’t not believe it. Not when there’s so much on the line.”

Doctor Lee regarded you for a long while before she nodded. “Very well.” She handed you the clipboard. “Sign here, if you would.”

“For what?”

“We cannot seem to get a hold on his parents,” she answered. “And none of his other relatives can find the time to head to Seoul. You’re the closest thing he has to family here.”

“So the reason I have to sign this is because…?”

She snorted. “So he can be discharged and assigned to your care as soon as possible without some lawyer from his company making an attack on us.”

Though it was merely for juridical reasons, you couldn’t help but feel a bit warm. You were the closest thing Jungkook had for a family at the moment. How could you not help him? Worse, how could anybody question your motives? It's not as if though solving Jungkook's memory issue would be like a walk in the park.

“He should stay until morning. In the case of a head injury or a suspected head injury, the patient should be kept under some level of supervision in a safe environment for the next twenty-four hours. You and his manager have been very good at that, though unintentionally I presume?”

You nodded as you were writing. “I have no experience within the medical field, though his manager might since he’s probably been to the military.”

Doctor Lee snatched the clipboard from you the very instant you lifted the pen - yes, the very pen she had been chewing on - from the paper. She ripped the sheet away from the rest of the bundle, folded it and put it into her robe pocket, then handed you a few papers with text too much and tiny for you to bother reading. She left you promptly, without even a good evening, and hurried down the corridor.

Jungkook had changed into his fresh clothes by the time you entered, leaving a pile of dirty, bloody garment in the bin that probably wasn’t intended for clothing disposal. He wasn’t eating anymore of the chicken but was getting underneath the blanket of his bed, causing you to frown.

“I thought you would be starving by now,” you stated as you sank down on the second hospital bed in the room, the same you had slept on. Your body mercifully sighed in relief at finally being at rest. “Why leave anything? It will go bad overnight.”

He struggled with the blanket, since he couldn’t use his right arm, and you rose to help him. “I saved some for you,” he said.

You felt a jolt through your body. You couldn’t move.

“Besides…” Jungkook yawned, then blinked at you. “I’m too tired to eat. Thanks for buying me so much of it though, and my favorite brand at that. I’ll make sure to treat you next time, (Y/N).”

Next time?

He drove you insane. The realization rushed through your mind like lightning from a clear sky, but as soon as you had thought it, you knew it was true. Though whether he was doing it consciously, wittingly, you didn’t know.

But everything with, about or concerning Jeon Jungkook were driving you insane.

Mutely, you went out of the room to dispose of the remaining chicken. A cleaning lady was kind enough to take care of it for you, and you returned to your hospital bed after washing your hands, face and mouth. Fortunately, you had remembered that morning to bring your skin products and, most importantly, some toothpaste and toothbrushes. Glancing at the sink, you realized that Jungkook not only had taken the latter out but also that he had somehow managed to pick the fresh toothbrush you had chosen for him in particular. Now, there was the chance that he somehow had seen that the brush head of your toothbrush was used or he simply had won a fifty-fifty bet, but your instinct told you otherwise.

He had known.

You slept restlessly that night, barely getting enough sleep for the next day. It had been uncannily loud - especially from the outside - causing you to constantly stir and wake. When you had been awoken for the fifteenth time and you saw that the time was 5:31, with only a few precious more moments for you to sleep before you had to go to school, you decided that the idiots outside the window had to shut up or you would seriously get some punches in. But as you peered through the blinds, muttering to yourself, you felt all the color drain from your face.

A horde of journalists was crowding the hospital courtyard and parking lot.

#MCAF #Wrienne #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #ao3

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hi hello everyone, sorry this is so late AGAIN, but hi this is kip (they/them) and i bring you my third ABSOLUTE bean yumi. i was gonna wait to bring her but i was just way too excited. she’s a daddy’s girl and flora’s maknae and just so precious i’ve fallen so hard for her. under the cut has a lot of her background and a bit of her career not elaborated on in her profiles. you can find those ( here ) & ( here ), and her pinterest board (which i am OBSESSED with) ( here ). you can find me on discord ( ichigo kurosaki solo stan#5103 ) or message me on ( @thatsohkai ) for plotting or just give this a like and i’ll come to you.

—— look who’s joining the infinite tour! only SEO YUMI , who is the LEAD VOCALIST of FLORA. i’ve heard whispers that the 24 year old is pretty ENDEARING but lowkey CAUTIOUS. also, doesn’t she/they remind you of SON CHAEYOUNG?

she was born to high school sweethearts kangjeon changbin and maxine seo in the village of biei japan september 27th, 1998, her father at the time began as an french professor at university of tokyo. yumi was supposed to be born back in her mother’s home village of jeollnam-do, sk but she was a bit too early and ended up being born in biei where her parents were temporarily living for her father’s job.

her mother died in a burglary gone wrong right around the time she started working again after yumi’s birth

changbin was devastated by his wife’s passing but after a long time of court proceedings he decided it was time to move forward raising yumi

dad pretty much raised her like a boy but in a loving ,genderless way

her father had been loving and doting her whole life, he encouraged her to do everything she wanted ( within reason ), taught her to be tough as nails and not afraid to get down and dirty while still teaching her empathy and compassion.

teaming up with his love for the outdoors he packed one and a half year old yumi up and began his journey traveling the world and teaching a myriad of languages. his goal was to see every country at least once (even if it was the airport or through on the bus or some sort of transportation) before he died, a goal he’d originally set with her mother that they’d begin when yumi started uni.

they started furthest west, the us, in erie and blouder, coloardo. he got a short term job teaching korean at university of colorado boulder. this is where yumi began the first portions of her life, she started talking learning english, korean and japanese simultaneously.

then it was on to paraiso and changbin began teaching english at santa maria la antigua catholic school.

next was são caetano do sul , brazil where he taught english and spanish at university of sao paulo

it was here in sao paulo where yumi took quite the tumble down the side of a hill while hiking with her father. she’d gotten up with what they thought were only wounded pride and cuts and bruises even though she knocked into a few rocks on the way down. but after awhile the ringing in her ears never stopped and changbin was concerned at his daughters complaints of the dimming of sound in her left ear. after a trip to the hospital it was notated that her woozy stance, v*mitting and headaches weren’t just from being shaken up from the fall but the result of a nasty concussion. )

ct scans revealed that the fall resulted in damage to her inner ear which led to/would lead to sensorineural hearing loss. and sure enough yumi lost about 80% of her hearing in that ear after suffering from a wide range of hearing related issues (i.e. soft sounds suddenly becoming to quiet or loud/normally moderate sounds too loud)

after brazil he made his way to le cannet, france where he taught korean at skema. it was here she was fitted for her first hearing aid.

he went on to ship them across the pond to helsingor, denmark and taught english at the university of coppenhagen, then to nuremberg, germany where he taught spanish at university of munik. he took a small break for a few months and they settled in mariehamn, aland islands, finnland for some daddy daughter time and then off they were off to ipoh, malaysia for a stint at universati malaya.

it was in malaysia that yumi got into kpop fully, and pondered on the idea of becoming a trainee herself

when they arrived at for her father’s job at yonsei, she’d ultimately made the decision to join vibe productions at their global auditions and flew back to japan to do so.

during their time abroad yumi was home schooled or sent to a local school. the small times at those schools or in those smaller villages pushed yumi’s dad to teach her a stable amount of most of the languages. some she speaks conversational, other’s advanced or complete mastery.

a little on her music career

yumi joined vibe productions in 2011

she was snatched up immediately bc of her visuals

even after years of practicing dances at home to counter the minor issue with her balance she still fell behind the other trainees in the dance department

vibe often told her she made up for it with her visuals and her voice

even then as they pumped out girl group after girl group and soloist after soloist they still hadn’t picked yumi, and she trained for 2.5 years with them only to not debut

she was frustrated but determined to be an idol even with her disability as her dad taught her if she wanted something the only option was to go all the way.

taking matters into her own hands she prematurely terminated her trainee contract with vibe after being stopped by a new star entertainment scout while out at coffee with some friends in japan.

shortly after joining new star they told her she was set to debut in their upcoming girl group which started GRUELING 8 month training period as she had to catch up to the other four girls

vibe convinced her to use her mother’s surname instead of her father’s upon her reveal to debut. she doesn’t mind it all and her dad feels like its a good way to honor her mother even though she didn’t really know her.

at the head of her debut she was completely bashed by kmedia bc they believed another new start trainee was booted for her to take their spot simply because she was prettier.

she often still gets ridiculed for her dance abilities

as the public got to know her she was given the “nation’s girlfriend” title in 2017 as they had grown to love her boyish charms ( think ryujin of itzy ) while still meeting what netz say is 90+% of the korean beauty standards even though she was a foreign idol. ( similar to tzuyu? )

even with her boyish charms she began to really come into her femininity with flora given their concepts and has grown more comfortable balancing both sides of her though she still considers her self a tomboy.

silver’s absence was very hard on her, but in a weird way pushed her to work harder, there was a stark difference in how she performed and carried herself during the queendom era, versus before ( think shuhua in nxde ). fans think it’s her fave bc of its in reality she hates it (think nayeon and i’m gonna be a star)

has gone viral multiple times for teaching her fans dead languages or history on live or helping with homework fans send in during them

tidbits of her personality

seems like the cute maknae but is actually super wise and a bit on the serious side but she loves a good laugh

literally showed up to the flora dorm her first day like this shag cut and all.

pretty quiet and introverted but not to the extent that she’s closed off

very whimsical and go with the flow

LOVES to get down and dirty

the type to go lay out in the rain or be found hiding in a corner outside reading a book

‘dad’ of the dorm she fixes things and does a lot of the heavy lifting and often teased the other members saying bc they’re too old in reality she just likes tinkering

she also will be the first to hop out to change a tire, change the oil , help a hurt animal on the side of the road etc.

her guilty pleasure is cozy games on switch

likes sculpting and clay work bc they’re messy

tries to at least hike, rock climb, kayak, or surf in every country they visit

globally acclaimed tomboy and is loved by most of not all sapphic fans of the industry (very moonbyul, ryujin, chaeyoung etc)

sweet and whimsical, very cottage core in mindset with a boho y2k grunge edge. she'd root for the under dog, is down for vigilante justice and is loyal as fuck. but doesn't like a lot of friends. she's quiet and loves literature, language and travel, pretty on the serious side but loves to laugh. her child really comes through sometimes and she tends to like "childish" things (plushies, pastels, cozy games, etc). everything has a place even if her room is messy. and she's feminine with an outdoorsy tomboy underneath (bc raised by dad)

find her with a book curled in a corner if she doesn’t want to be bothered

has a slight temper will scrap for flora

calico cat energy. ( iykyk )

moving around like she did made it really hard for her to make connections so she didn’t bother. her first friend was a kpop friend in japan that she went to the global audition with. and even when she became a trainee she only had one friend even in her long couple of years. it because of the short period of time it took her a good bit to warm up to flora.

the girls of flora pretty much got yumi to where she is today in terms of her femininity and fashion. for awhile she tried to be hyper feminine, growing her dark hair out etc etc, but after cutting it for a comeback she found herself desperately looking for a medium. cue her y2k grunge hippie/hobo aesthetic now.

knows asl, ksl, and jsl and often teaches fans on live as well for the fun of it.

extras

has a brown poodle named klaus and a white rat named mortimer and and black one named wednesday

had kaiso custom paint her long board that she brought on tour with her

quiet girl

but an adrenaline junkie

true crime enthusiast

would love to climb a famous mountain with her dad

her dad sends her a magnet, sticker or post card from whatever country he’s in and she always collects one thing ( often antiques ) from the countries they visited on tour

can be v reckless when comfortable

she likes idle skin ship so like absent minded touching while doing something else

iq of 148 ( thanks joonie )

has an online masters degree from colombia university double majoring in history and literature and art & archeology, got her bachelors at SU in linguistics

knows asl taught herself jsl and ksl

serial blonde rip her scalp she’ll go black at some point to give her hair a break

extensive plushie collection but gomez was the only one who made the trip

her dad is still traveling and he ships her something from every country he visits

super green, clean energy hug the earth girly, the only reason she isnt vegetarian is kbbq

and i think thats all im literally in love with her so please love her back i’m gonna add plots when my term paper isn’t looming over my head.

#infinite:intro #this is so long but i had to explain her background #vomit mention tw #injury tw

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Whumptober 2022

Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2022 Prompt List

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE

Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint

No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

No. 13 CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

Desperate Measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”

No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

Lies | New Scars | Breathing through the Pain

No. 16 NO WAY OUT

Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | “No one’s coming.”

No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT

Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

"Just get it over with." | Treading Water | "Take my Coat"

No. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

Coughing up Blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

No. 23 AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.”

No. 24 FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

Blood Covered Hands | Catatonic | “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

No. 25 SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking.”

No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND

Separated | Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

No. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME…

Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED

Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

Alternative Prompts List

No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Ringing Ears

Whimpering

Dazed and Confused

Touch Starved

Ambushed

Sensory Overload

Protective

Made to Watch

Quicksand

Adrenaline Crash

Stabbed

Carried to Safety

Crutches

Emergency Blanket

Tears

Event Info & Rules

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WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “bee”, you can create something about bees, about yellow and black striped baseball bats or bees on bandaids. It’s up to you.

Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

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Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

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When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

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Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.14, #underpressure). If you post works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

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Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

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Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

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denial-permanente · 3 years ago

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My Own Chastity Story

I’ve mentioned that a few years ago my wife and I tried some chastity play for a while. It started off as “just for a couple of weeks,” and when a couple of weeks went by, we (and yes, it was a “we” decision, we’re not into any serious D/s) thought we’d go for a month. The month turned into two, then three and then six, and it ended up being almost 8 ½ months of 24/7 wear in my CB3000. Although I was unlocked for sex periodically, I was not allowed to have an orgasm during that entire time. Since it was mostly her idea in the first place – we had been looking for a kink to experiment with and that seemed to grab her fancy – I went along with any decision she made about it, just so she could get comfortable with the idea.

At first, she unlocked me a couple of times a week to have sex, and then I would clean up and we would replace the cage. After a month or so, we invested in a good strap-on harness and a good silicone dildo, and my unlockings became less frequent, several times it being four, five, or six weeks running. She prefers penetration over oral, so the harness really worked well for her. When the time came for our agreement to end, we were in the middle of some marital differences, so we put away the toys for a bit. We thought about playing once in a while, but frankly, after 8 months, going for a couple of weeks just didn’t seem quite as exciting, so we didn’t bother with it for a while.

Anyway, about seven or eight months after we had ended the last session, my wife left for a trip to visit some family for a week. I stayed home because of work (and because I enjoy my alone time anyway). So after spending the first day masturbating a few times out of boredom, I dug out the CB3k, cleaned it off and locked it on myself. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for me to get used to it again, so I left it on for the rest of the week. When it came time to head to the airport to pick her up, I was going to remove it, but at the last minute decided to leave it on. I got the bags, we had dinner, and she didn’t discover it until we got home. She felt it against her leg, but didn’t say anything until later on when we went to bed. She then asked why I had put it on and how long I’d worn it (just for the hell of it, and all week). We talked and then made out for a few minutes, and that’s when I discovered something: she was wet. No, I don’t mean the moistness that women get when they’re aroused; I mean literally dripping down her legs with excitement.

I made love to her with my fingers and my mouth for a while, maybe 20 or 30 minutes, and then she asked me to put on the harness. I entered her, slowly at first, resting my weight on her and remembering how to angle myself for her pleasure. By this time I was rock-hard inside my cage, my balls were tight against the ring, everything straining to be free. I found my rhythm, and brought her to a tremendous climax literally within a minute. I slowed to give her time to breathe, and she indicated that I should keep going. As I continued my slow, deep thrusts, she began talking to me – something she rarely does during lovemaking – asking me how it felt to be locked up again, telling me that she missed me inside the device, and telling me how hot it made her to feel the dildo deep inside her with my hard cock inside the cage bumping into her ass. In no time at all she was coming again. And again. And again. It seemed that each time was more powerful than the last. Finally, I whispered in her ear that I didn’t want her to allow me to come that night, that I would stay locked up because it was obviously making her so hot, and she came so suddenly and so hard that she gave herself a headache. We relaxed for a few minutes and then went to sleep. Well, at least she did – I was awake for a while longer, trying to calm down.

We had things to do during the week, so we didn’t even get a chance to talk, let alone have a repeat of that first night. But finally the weekend came, and Friday night found us freshly showered and in bed, our bodies hot against each other. I reminded her that I hadn’t come in over two weeks, and in response, she placed my hand on her mound so I could again feel how wet she had become just thinking about my frustration that week. No oral tonight, she asked me to put the harness on right away, and we spent the next hour in some more serious lovemaking. Again, I noted how turned on she seemed to be, and she kept repeating that she was getting off more and more on the idea of having me locked up. And that’s when it started to come out; she whispered that she wanted to keep me locked up even longer than the last time, to not even let me out for a moment. Each time she mentioned it brought her to another climax, and by the end of the evening she was as worn out as I’d ever seen her. She went right to sleep from sheer exhaustion, while I lay awake for a while, not just from my own frustrated arousal, but also from this new development on her part. Was she really serious?

A few days later I began to get an idea of just how serious she was. We went to bed early one night, and began kissing and fondling each other, and she said that because she was tired, she only wanted me to take her with the dildo for five or ten minutes. So during our lovemaking, I asked her how serious she was about not letting me out and about going for longer than last time. Nine months? Ten? Perhaps a year? She started to respond that the idea of my agreeing to go for a year was so hot… and she climaxed right in the middle of her sentence! Oh yes, she was serious; she’d love to see me frustrated, to know that I’d be aroused and excited all the time just for her. Our “five or ten minutes” soon turned into 45, and again she fell asleep out of exhaustion. Needless to say, I was awake – again – for quite some time.

Fortunately, we managed to make time for each other a couple of days later, and I tried to keep our lovemaking slow and paced. I asked her how serious she was, and each time she kept responding that she wanted me to stay locked up for a long time. Then she asked the tough question: Did I want to know how long? I thought about it, and told her no, I didn’t want to know – I was willing to leave it completely at her discretion. Oh, how that sent her into a series of short, fast orgasms; and when she was done, she asked me to tell her again, to beg her to keep me locked up. Each time I told her that I didn’t want to come sent waves of pleasure through her like I’d never seen. She even suggested that we make a replica of my own cock, so that she’d never have a reason to allow me to be out, and I told her that we could check blowfish.com for something, since they had several that were very natural looking. She wondered how I’d feel about being “replaced”, and of course, I told her that as long as I was keeping her satisfied, it was good enough for me. Ah yes, that was the right answer, and she soon finished, exhausted and happy.

Needless to say, by the end of the week we had checked the Blowfish site and had decided on the Bent Realistic (medium) because it seemed to be the closest thing to my own natural shape and size. I spent the money for the expedited shipping, and soon found just how closely it resembled me – close enough to make her very excited and me very nervous. We couldn’t wait to try it out, though, and soon I was half proud and half jealous of this new addition. The large head stimulated her better than the dildo we had been using, and best – or maybe worst – of all, she kept saying how much it felt just like my own cock. I found that I could position it just a little lower on my hips, and before long my wife was whispering in my ear thoughts and fantasies of keeping me locked in the device for longer and longer periods, of not ever allowing me to come, of forever feeling my cage pressed against her ass while I filled her with my new silicone “friend”. And each time she whispered a new fantasy brought her another wave of pleasure, another climax, and another satisfied sigh.

We finished with her asking me to lay on my back so she could ride me. This is my favorite position because I enjoy watching her. As she pressed herself onto me, I felt the stirrings of a “release”, what I call it when my body is about to release its semen without an orgasm. I told her what was happening, and she paused and asked me to stop. It was very difficult because I’d gotten so completely turned on from pleasuring her, but I managed to hold on. When I was back in control, she told me that she didn’t even want me to release unless she gave me permission, perhaps once a month or so. She continued to move her hips on me, slowly, just enough to keep herself aroused, but not quite enough to come. She told me that she found herself even more excited this time around than the previous session, and while she couldn’t explain what the attraction was to her, it became obvious that she had developed a serious kink, perhaps even a fetish for this. As she worked herself into the last climax of the night, she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her. She said that she was serious about not allowing me to come, and in fact, about not even allowing me out of the cage for at least six months and probably for a year, to a year and a half – right up until the summer. Could I handle it?

I don’t know.

Could I?

Could you?

#chastity question

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to-star-lake · 3 years ago

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in the early days when you joined bonten as their new advisor, you spent a lot of time with koko; drawing up business plans, managing the books, overseeing construction on new clubs and buildings.

koko had the nicest office of all of the bonten leaders. it was on the top floor of a highrise in the middle of the shibuya business district. complete with high-end leather and mahogany furniture, and a gorgeous city view.

you'd spent time with each of the bonten executives when you joined and koko was probably your favorite to work with. you found takeomi too serious, kakucho boorish, mochi too macho, the haitani's were exhausting, and sanzu..well..

koko was like you; blunt and efficient with work, a little impatient, maybe a little condescending. you enjoyed your daily work with him in his office. it was always quiet, productive, and his assistants always served the best sencha.

except today.

today when you walked in through the mahogany double doors that led to his office, you were almost decked in the face by a toy rubber basketball.

"he shoots! he scores? no! he misses!" you heard a voice yell, followed by a maniacal cackling.

what...the hell is this? the floor of koko's office, which was normally clean, surgically clean, was littered with teddy bears, squeak toys, board games with their pieces strewn about haphazardly, a jump rope, a putting green, and a trash bin overflowing with crumpled candy wrappers.

the rubber basketball that almost hit your head rolled towards the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on one end of the room and you saw a kiddie basketball hoop attached to one of the shelves. and below that, sanzu, flopped on his stomach on the floor, a different flavored ring pop on each of his fingers.

"koko..i'm really bad at basketball," he grumbled, picking himself up and walked over to koko's desk, slamming his hands down on the surface, the sudden gust of wind almost blowing the stack of papers in front of koko away.

"oh no, well, why don't you go try the putt putt?" koko sighed, not even looking up from his work, waving his hand in the air like he was shooing away a fly. "ah, y/n! finally, someone sane. please, get over here, i need you to look at something," koko waved you over when he noticed you standing in the doorway.

you made your way across the minefield of toys on the floor and greeted sanzu as he walked past you. "good morning," you smiled cordially.

he sauntered past you, looking down at you through bloodshot, half-shut eyes, his usual sinister smile plastered wide across his face. he'd opened his mouth to say, "good morning, little prin-" but then stepped on a pile of toy soldiers and tripped, tumbling to the floor, his long limbs getting all tangled up in themselves.

"uh... hey, koko?" you took a seat in the armchair beside the desk, setting your laptop down on the tabletop. "what's going on here? where's mikey?"

koko let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes. "sometimes mikey goes off on his own, and when he does, the rest of us have to take turns...babysitting," he nodded at the gangly man with bubblegum colored hair with a plastic toy putter in his hands. "i pulled the short straw today," he sighed, pushing the large binder of documents he was looking at over to you.

"koko!!"

"jesus, what now?" koko looked up, so annoyed you could almost see the steam coming out his ears.

"there's no balls," sanzu pointed at the putting green on the floor.

"well, who decided to ambush people by pelting them with the balls outside the bathroom last time?"

sanzu stared back at koko blankly.

"ugh, nevermind. could you play with something else? y/n and i have work to do." koko scooted his seat closer to you, and began circling a few line items on the page in front of you. "got this today from the guys over at the club in akasaka. these totals look off to you?"

you glanced over the document, and flipped back a few pages and reviewed the itemized lists also included in the binder. "damn," you said, looking up at koko. "these assholes are skimming."

koko opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sudden loud popping noise. both of you turned to see sanzu on the floor, pulling the heads off of a pile of barbie and ken dolls.

koko raised his hands to his temples, the frown lines between his eyebrows deepening by the second. "jesus christ, this psychotic clown, if he wasn't the number 2 I swear to god-” he muttered under his breath.

"hey, sanzu?" you called out and sanzu's head jerked up to look at you, his eyes suddenly bright and attentive, like a child amongst the sea of toys on the floor.

"yes, princess?" he called back.

"could you go on a coffee run for us?"

sanzu tilted his head a little, confused. "a coffee...run?"

"yeah...you know, to buy coffee?"

he blinked, still confused.

"to buy...starbucks?"

"ah! you want me to buy you starbucks," he suddenly shot up.

"yes! yes, please, for me and koko, that would be great," you smiled, thinking you were finally getting somewhere with him.

he walked over to the desk. "anything for you, princess. and you can call me haru," he hummed, taking a bright pink ring pop off his finger and sliding it onto your ring finger, and a blue one onto koko's ring finger. "be back in a flash."

he turned to walk out of the office, whistling and not bothering to avoid the toys scattered on the floor, simply stepping on them as he went.

the doors closed behind him and you turned to koko, "now we can get some work done."

"let's hope he takes his time," koko rolled his eyes, sliding the ring pop off his finger, holding onto only the plastic part as gingerly as possible, a disgusted look on his face because he could tell sanzu had definitely licked the candy already.

"is it always like this when mikey's away?"

"sanzu? yeah, pretty much. but mikey tolerates him cus he's been with him longer than any of us, he's his loyal mad dog," koko sighed. "but that bastard's insane. apparently back in the day he got moved back and forth between all of mikey's captains cus nobody could handle him."

"wow. yeah, i guess i can see that," you glanced over at all the toys scattered on the floor. "seems pretty tough for you too."

"oh, i've actually done the best with him," koko scoffed. "last time, he was the haitani brothers' responsibility, they decided to take him to a hostess club. thought it'd be a good distraction for him. crazy maniac decided to pay for all the women there."

"all of them? that's..that's a lot-"

"no, that's not the crazy part. he paid for all the women, and then made them line up against the wall with liquor bottles on top of their heads and he used them for target practice." koko ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "anyway, who knows when he's gonna be back so we should try to get as much done as possible while he's away."

you nodded. the two of you worked dilligently, reviewing the rest of the books collected from bonten's other clubs and businesses in town, making one stack for ones that pass, and one that required additional scrutiny.

after a while, you stretched your arms up over your head, noticing the sun hung high in the sky and glanced at the clock on the wall. it read 12:15.

"i wonder where he is," you said, realizing it'd been almost two and a half hours since he left.

"who knows what that lunatic gets up to," koko sighed, turning the page of the binder he was leafing through.

"i actually could've used some coffee though," you yawned.

"i can have my girls make some sencha-"

just then the doors to his office burst open, and sanzu staggered in, eyes blood red, a blue gift bag in one hand, the other dragging a giant 10-foot teddy bear behind him.

"and suddenly my headache's back," koko muttered and sanzu approached the two of you at the desk.

sanzu dragged the huge teddy bear over and plopped it beside you. "i got this for you, princess."

"hah..um...where'd you get this..giant thing?" you didn't even know where to begin.

"there's a carnival downtown. i got it playing a shooting game," he grinned from ear to ear. koko groaned, knowing sanzu, by 'shooting game' he probably meant he threatened to shoot the person manning the booth if he didn't give him the bear.

"hah..i see, thank you. but why is it missing its eyes?" you asked, looking at the bear's face and noticing the eyeballs had been ripped out, only some tattered threads remained in the sockets.

"they were ugly," sanzu shrugged. "koko, i got you something too," he dropped the gift bag down in front of koko.

"thanks.." koko reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny cross-stitched sweater which could've only been made for an infant. "uh...dude, what is this?"

"it's a sweater for your chihuahua," sanzu explained, yawning and plopping down onto a chair by the desk.

"i don't have a chihuahua?"

"i could've sworn you did," sanzu tilted his head, as though in deep thought. "oh, i guess it's just you that's always yapping. it's amazing y/n puts up with this every day," he laughed, but his tone was filled with hostility.

you saw koko's body tense in your periphery and you quickly spoke up to diffuse the sudden tension. "haru, did you get coffee?"

"coffee? oh! the starbucks. yes, i did."

you stared back at him. "that's great, uh...so where is it?"

"on the corner of harajuku square, by yoyogi station," he smiled.

"what?"

"oh my god," koko groaned, raising his palms to his eyes and rubbing them in circles.

you looked back and forth between koko and sanzu.

koko took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, turning to look at you. "he bought the starbucks."

#sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu fluff #sanzu x reader #despite being no.2 sanzu is bonten's baby you can't convince me otherwise #bontens murder baby #he just needs to be entertained ok #and he's just a *little* jealous of you and koko

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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The Unseen.

Hades!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Your father is forcing a profitable marriage proposal upon you. Unwilling to endure such a thing, you run away from home and deep into some unknown woods. Naturally, your father sends his people to find you and bring you home, but this causes you to run deeper into the woods to a point where it feels like you’re not even in the same world anymore. Though fatigued; mentally, emotionally and physically, you manage to find shelter. You stumble upon a mysterious, handsome stranger. The God of the Underworld is baffled upon seeing you because it has been millennia since a mortal entered his dark, forlorn kingdom. And it’s been even longer since he felt something for someone…

Themes: hades!bucky, fluff, angst, smut,

You staggered through the woods.

Holding on to whatever you could find to help you keep your balance, and not fall flat on your face. You had been on the run for days now; running from your tyrant father and his people, running from a marriage proposal which was being forced upon you, running from the only place you called home. You wondered, was it really home?

You were currently deep into the woods. Famished, dehydrated, sleep deprived, your body covered in small cuts, bruises, insect bites and scratches. Your clothes were soiled. You could barely hold yourself up, but you had to get as far away as possible.

This part of the woods was so dense that the sunlight barely got through. There was more fog around you than sunlight. Actually, you could no longer tell what time it was. Perhaps it was not daytime.

Your throat burned, your tears had dried, your stomach rumbled in hunger; you were miserable. Your heart hurt at the thought of your mother; you had to leave her behind as well. You missed her, terribly.

You walked on, and a while later you felt the ground beneath your feet get more soft and damp. Your senses were alert. There must be a water body close by, you thought. You rushed forward, and let out a raspy sigh of relief when you saw the cool, slow-moving river which snaked around the large trees. You could just tell by the sight of it that it’s water must be ice cold. The thick fog condensed and danced above it. It looked mystical. Too good to be true.

You rushed to the river, kneeling by the side of it and picking up handfuls of water and drinking to satiate your thirst. You cleaned yourself as best you could - getting rid of all the dirt and muck from your face, and limbs and clothes.

You felt at ease for the first time in the past days. You got up and sat back down at the river bank for a while, feeling light and almost comfortable even though you were all alone inside a dense and cold, and dark forest. You chuckled at how much safer you felt here compared to back at your father’s house.

A minute later, you tensed up when you heard distant animal sounds. You panicked and took off running; deeper into the woods. You found yourself running alongside the river. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to keep going. You couldn’t have your father finding you again and dragging you back home to marry whoever he chose for you just so he could profit off of it and expand his businesses; you refused to be a pawn in his games

You ran, stumbled, fell and stood up again. For hours. And just when you felt like you were about to pass out from fatigue again, you noticed a gate in front of you. It looked rusty and old, with dead vine all over it, surrounded in fog. You couldn’t see past it but something told you that once you’d get past it, everything would be alright.

So you did. You pushed open the gate and stepped into what seemed to be a poorly kept, dying garden. Though disorganized, and unkept; it felt almost familiar. It felt like coming home. You looked further and saw what seemed like an abandoned, dark manor, almost as grand as a castle. The whole thing looked like an old, forgotten private property.

“Help…” you called out with the little energy you had left. You doubted anyone lived here, but you called out anyways, just in case. “Help!” you called out again, falling to your knees on the rough ground.

And right before passing out, you heard something getting closer and closer. It sounded like it was galloping… several of them. Horses? In here?

Your eyes rolled back as you could no longer hold yourself up. You saw something approach you. Your blurry vision picked up on a tall, dark figure approaching. Whatever that was, it caught you right before your body fell to the ground.

It was a man. Even in your insensible state, you could feel the dominant, strong, virile aura surrounding him.

His low voice was the last thing you heard before you gave in to the darkness, “...I’ve got you, my love. You’re home now...”

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The god stood at the entry of the spacious bedroom, in the middle of which was a large bed, upon which you laid; comfortable, but still unconscious.

Hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe, he contemplated. Everything. He doesn’t remember the last time he had something so beautiful, and alive, inside the walls of his dark and dangerous kingdom.

He wondered where you come from. Who were you running from? Why did you cry for help? How did you find the Underworld? The moment he saw you first entering his kingdom, he thought that you might be a lost, wandering soul. But then when his hands touched you, he felt your warmth and realized that you were very much alive.

If you had made it through the entire woods to get here then you must be stronger and more courageous than you look, he thought.

He stepped closer so he could hear your soft breaths. So full of life… he thought. Whatever it was that you were running from, he made a decision to protect you from it. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around you and shelter you, keep you safe forever. Why so? He didn’t know. He had never been so attached to mortals before. He barely even met any of them.

But you… you walked right into his kingdom, and now you were making him feel things he had never felt before.

The god had always been alone. He never quite had company, and he stayed as far away as possible from his dysfunctional family. So having you here was new, but also something he didn’t know he needed so badly.

“Who are you, pretty human?” he whispered as he lovingly caressed your cheek while you slept. He had healed all your cuts and bruises the moment he picked you up in his arms, and placed you in his chariot. Now he was just waiting for you to wake up so he could talk to you.

He couldn’t wait to meet you.

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You woke up to loud, warm puffs of air fanning your face. You peeled your eyes open, expecting a headache but there wasn’t one, what you did find though was a fairly large, mean and dangerous looking three-headed dog with shiny black fur standing beside you, on the bed, looking down at you with tongues hanging out of each of its mouths and wagging its tail so hard that its body moved side to side along with it in excitement.

Your eyes widened even in the slightly hazy headspace, you almost took off running again but your body refused to get up from the comfy bed and then you saw the playful look in all three pairs of eyes and you immediately calmed down.

“Hello there...” You whispered as you squinted and reached out to pet it. You gave it soft scratches behind the ears and under the chins and it immediately tackled you with wet kisses. You squealed and chuckled as you sat up, trying to escape the adorable monster.

Maybe you had died? You thought to yourself as you kept petting the dog once it calmed down. Perhaps you were in some sort of after life, hallucinating about a three-headed while wearing a very vintage-y black gown with long, puffy sleeves; and sat in the middle of the softest bed ever inside what seemed to be a chamber fit for a Queen.

“Am I dead?” You asked the three-headed animal. It didn’t answer, obviously so you tried to dig your memory to find something which would explain how you ended up where you are right now. All three heads laid on your lap, as you lazily pet them while thinking; you remembered running… deep, deep into the forest… you remember being tired, so tired you felt like you were about to pass out… wait you did pass out! In the garden. The dark garden, with the horses and the tall man.

You gasped as you heard a voice, not far from you, answering your previously asked question. “No you’re not. Surprisingly.”

Upon hearing the voice, the dog got up from the bed and immediately ran to the man who had just spoken. You got up from the bed too confused and nervous, standing and watching him cautiously as you took in the man’s appearance. Your heart raced the more he stared into your eyes with his deep, stormy ocean blue ones.

He could easily be classified as one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Tall, dark and dangerous; dark hair, dark suit, dark shoes, dark rings on his fingers. He looked like dominance and power personified. A rugged, intimidating alpha male with sophisticated charm. Icy eyes with a fiery look in them.

He looked like a god.

When you finally got over the beautiful man, you realized what he had just said. “What do you mean, surprisingly?” you were aware that this was the same man who had answered to your cry for help earlier so you were trying your best to be polite.

The sound of your voice made his cold, frozen heart race. “You’re not dead. Just in the realm of it.” He spoke, confusing you even more. “You’re in the Underworld. My Kingdom.”

You frowned, thinking hard on what he had just said. Wait a minute… you looked down and saw the three-headed dog sitting obediently at his feet, very much well-behaved. You looked back up at the handsome stranger and stuttered while getting your words out. “You can’t… you can’t be real.” This wasn’t a dream?

He flashed you a lovely smile. “Really? Why not?”

You looked around, panicking again. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. “Because you’re a myth. You… you don’t exist. You’re not supposed to.”

He almost chuckled. “And yet, here I am. Forgotten by most mortals, yes. But still very much real.” He took small steps forward as he spoke. You found his voice to be calming, soothing.

“Hades?” you couldn’t believe it. You had heard stories about him at school, read about him in books but never in a million years would you have even for a moment considered that he could be real.

“The one and only.” He answered, looking down at his feet to find his beloved dog looking up at him. “You’ve met Cerberus already.”

Hades. God of the Underworld. That sitting at his feet was the Guardian, the ultimate Hellhound. How can this be real life? Anyone else would’ve freaked out upon finding all this out, but you remained surprisingly calm. “You look… I mean, aren’t you supposed to be… you know-,”

He finished your sentence with an amused look on his face. “Bearded? Crowned? Carrying a pitchfork? Riding in a chariot?”

You nodded.

“Well, you mortals aren’t the only ones who evolve every now and then. Us gods, although more or less forgotten, have to keep up as well, don’t we?”

You smiled faintly but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

You were still a little anxious, and you fidgeted with your fingers. He noticed and walked up to you. Without a word said, he reached out and gently held both your hands in his large ones. He spoke up again, “I know you’re a little nervous. I expect you to be, given the circumstances but I assure you, you’re safe here.” He said, softly.

You looked deep into his icy, sharp eyes which despite their intensity managed to provide you with a sense of comfort; effortlessly. Who would’ve known that the God of the Underworld could be so gentle?

“Thank you for helping me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard it alright given he was so close to you. He squeezed your hands a little, as if to say ‘You’re welcome.’ Your hands fit in his perfectly, you noticed. He stood just a feet away from you and you could feel the power radiating off of him.

He smiled gently. “If I may ask, how did you end up so deep into the woods that you stumbled upon my Kingdom? What are you running from?” He wanted to figure this out since the moment he saw you.

“My father.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why is that?”

“He wanted to marry me off to a business associate's son so he can profit off the alliance and expand his own businesses. I refused, repeatedly. But then I found out that he was planning to forcefully fly me out somewhere, to marry the same guy. So I took off. I ran from home, and didn't tell anyone where I was going.” You exhaled shakily. “And now I’m here.”

He nodded, slowly and calmly as he hid his utter disgust at the mention of you almost becoming someone else’s wife.

He noticed how you started tearing up while speaking of your cruel father, so he simply pulled you closer and tucked your head under his chin while running a soothing hand down your back. His arms wrapped around you in a safe embrace. You felt the cool material of his suit against your flushed face as he held you close. He smelt amazing. You wrapped your own arms around him, feeling his taut body beneath the material of his suit.

You hadn’t been hugged in a long time, so you started tearing up even more, until you began letting out little sobs. He tightened his grip around you, pressing you against his muscular torso. “Shh, my angel. It’s alright. I’m here now. You’re safe.”

You held back a sob, your voice cracking as you spoke, “But if… if he finds me, he will…”

The god pulled away a little, his hand reaching up to gently cup your face and tilt it back so he could look into your teary eyes. “He won’t find you here. I will keep you safe, don’t worry.” He wiped the fresh tears which escaped your eyes.

You were once again lost in his eyes, just now noticing the flares of grey in them. You were both caught in the moment, when you heard a low whine. It was the adorable monster who had managed to get in between your bodies. You looked down and cracked a little smile.

“Of course, Cerberus will keep you safe too.”

---

You and the god had quite a long conversation leading up to dinner. A conversation often interrupted by a certain three-headed dog’s constant need for attention from either one of you.

You learnt a lot about the one whose Kingdom you were in. You found out that he’s been here forever. Despite being dark, cold and barren you could tell he loved his realm more than anything.

You had to ask him about Persephone and he had you surprised when he told you that unfortunately their relationship didn’t last long and that she left him for good shortly after they got married.

You also found out that those closest to him call him ‘Bucky.’ And that his one true friend has always been the hell-hound and guardian of the Underworld, who also was currently asleep at your feet.

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” you asked, watching him from across the grand dinner table.

He took a sip of his wine, never breaking eye contact with you. “Not anymore.” he answered and you melted.

Over dinner, you spoke some more. Then he noticed you got all quiet. Damn it, he cursed. This was the moment he had been dreading all day.

“You miss your home.” He wasn’t asking, simply stating. He noticed how you pushed your food around on your plate. You weren’t as curious to know about his kingdom anymore, you weren’t chatty; just quiet all of a sudden. He missed the sound of your voice.

Home… “Not home, no. Just my mother. Sometimes I feel like she’s the only parent who’s ever truly loved me.”

He could feel the pain in your voice. But some of the rules of the Underworld were such that even he couldn’t bend them. “You know I cannot let you leave.”

You had that bit figured out the moment you found out who he was. “I know.”

He was surprised by how calm you were. “You… don’t ardently wish to go back home?”

You looked up from your plate and at his handsome face. “Going home would mean that I’d have to face my father. Now that I’ve been gone for so long, upon seeing me he’d either obliterate me or drag me down the aisle and marry me off against my will. I prefer none of those things. As for my mom, I do miss her but she’ll survive. She’s a strong woman.”

The god listened, leaning back in his seat; very much at ease in your company. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want?”

You cracked a little smile. Or perhaps it was a smirk. You mimicked his body language, leaning back in your seat as well. You twirled the wine around in your glass. “For now, I want to be away from my family. I feel safe here. I don’t want to leave.”

He found himself wanting that as well.

---

You woke up the next morning to a sight which made you chuckle. No, it wasn’t an overly excited Cerberus. It was breakfast, along with a generous serving of pomegranates.

You ate it all up. Then set out to find the god after you got dressed and ready for the day. Somehow, everything one could need could be found in the large closets found in the room you slept in. You had only been here for a little while but you settled in just right.

You walked along a shadowy corridor. Bucky had given you a tour yesterday, hence you knew that this path led to the throne room. And that’s where he was; manspreading on his throne, wine glass in one of his hands while the other lazily stroked his beloved three-headed guardian; who sat by the feet of his master and wagged his tail as soon as you came in sight.

“Your Majesty.” You spoke, walking further into the room and stopping at the stairs which led to his throne.

He smiled as he watched you standing there, dressed in a dark grey dress. Similar to the one you wore yesterday, just a different color. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You looked down at the dress, smoothing the soft fabric down as you spoke. “Also thank you for breakfast.”

He caught the smirk you had on your face. He knew the reason behind it. “I assure you I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

You took the liberty of walking up the stairs which led to his throne. “I didn’t say anything.” You whispered with a smirk and reached down to greet Cerberus. “So what do you do all day?”

He took a sip of his wine, watching you as you knelt to the ground beside him and gave the dog endless pets. “I’m a god.” He sounded cocky. “That’s plenty of work already.”

When you looked up at him and smirked, he could’ve sworn he felt tingles dance down his spine. There you were, a beautiful woman happily sharing space with him inside his dark kingdom like it was no big deal, with no intention of leaving anytime soon because you said it yourself that being here made you feel safe.

The more he looked at you, the more he saw the light radiating off you. The light he so desperately needed. The light which balanced out the darkness he carried with him. The light which showed him glimpses of possible futures with you, if you’d be willing. The god was content in your company. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt the need to protect something so fiercely.

“Come with me.” He stood up and set his glass aside, holding his hand out for you to take.

You took it and he helped you up. “Where are we going?” you asked, as he led you down the stairs and into the corridor again.

“There’s so much for you to see. My kingdom isn’t just full of darkness and death. There’s beauty here too, of course, none quite like your own but close.” He spoke as he led you somewhere, holding your hand carefully in his as though it were made of glass and would shatter if he let it go.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, pretending as if it didn’t make you all flustered. “Is it now?”

The god led you all the way to the place he was most fond of in his entire kingdom, other than his beloved throne. It was a vast garden, fit to be the backyard of a castle. There were more kinds of plants and flowers than you could count. Cobblestone walkways leading to what seemed to be a pond in the middle, surrounded by stones and moss.

The dark red roses caught your attention rather quickly. You reached out to touch the soft petals and you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He was so close that you could feel his warm breaths against your skin.

“It’s so pretty.” You whispered.

He reached around you and plucked one of them, handing it to you. “Just like you.” He mumbled and you gave him a genuine smile as you accepted the gorgeous flower. Dark red, like blood and sin.

Amongst the numerous plants, trees and shrubs you managed to spot the one growing pomegranates. You cracked a little smile. Even though the garden was partly shadowy and foggy; the rays of sun which came through were golden and gentle. As you looked around, you spotted a yellowish weeping willow tree and walked towards it, the god followed you.

“You’re the first one to ever step in here, you know that?” he said while thinking about all the times he spent hours in here wondering if one day fate would ever allow him to find someone he could share the joy of being here with.

You reached out to touch the dangling leaves and looked back at him. “Well thank you for the privilege, Your Majesty.” You teased.

You walked a few steps forwards, standing under the willow tree and admiring his secret garden when you felt his arm snaking around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

Neither of you said anything. He was more than happy to have you here, he had been lonely for way too long. You said to yourself, ‘this isn’t so bad.’

He had told you about the rules of the Underworld before, you knew you couldn’t leave. You didn’t want to either. Sure, you missed your mom a lot. But going back out there would mean having to live in constant fear of what if your dad finds you. And what would he do if he does?

Being here meant that you’d be safe and wouldn’t have to worry about anyone catching you. You didn’t fear anything here. It was quiet and the handsome god was great company. You felt all warm and tingly as he held you close, yet it felt comfortable and natural - like you were meant to be here with him, as if you had known him all your life.

As of now, neither of you knew where this mutual attraction would go, or what it would end up being. But at the moment, just having the other one there was enough. He gave you the safety you had been searching for all your life and you provided him the warmth and light he had craved for millennia.

---

Days in the Underworld were surprisingly peaceful; filled with surprises, visits to the garden, learning more about the god and finding out why he stayed as far away from his family as possible, wandering his kingdom all day, reading… time just flew by. And before you knew it, you had lived in the Underworld for months.

Your bond with Bucky morphed into something more affectionate and sweet. Lingering touches and longing stares turned into deep, passionate kisses and always having to sleep in the same bed because otherwise nothing made sense. It wasn’t just love, it was tender adoration. It was warm, and light and safe.

You hadn’t been intimate yet, but the sparks flew around whenever your hands touched at night, or when your eyes met from across the table at dinner. You were both holding back from taking it a step further. It wasn’t like he wasn’t dying to have you in his bed, or that whenever he kissed you good morning you didn’t feel the need to get on top of him and ride him until the sun came up the next day - but you were both waiting for a sign from the other and it was driving both of you insane.

It got really, really heated one time. Bucky was on his throne, with you in his lap. His hands slipped under your dress and lazily caressed your thighs while he kissed the hell out of you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, while you gasped and moaned through the kiss.

But just then Cerberus barged in, barking and jumping around with nothing but chaos on his mind. Bucky let out a loud sigh while you hid your face into his neck and giggled. It was those moments which made you love the place all the more. Not just the place, but the god as well.

Winter came and when the weather was the coldest, and you spent all your time indoors is when the memories of your mother started tormenting you. She used to spend all her time baking in the winter, so you asked Bucky if you could too. He, of course, let you have anything you wanted whenever you wanted so naturally he let you.

You tried so hard to keep yourself busy and happy but you couldn’t help but miss your mom. Bucky noticed it. And it broke him. He gave you everything one could ever need. You had everything here, and yet he could see how your eyes weren’t so shiny and curious or filled with magic and light anymore. You were dimmer than when you first came here.

He began seeing you wandering around his home a lot less as you spent all your time either in bed or standing on one of the balconies, staring out at the woods longingly. No amount of books, or poetry or visits to the garden or your favorite food or kisses from Cerberus made you happy any longer. And Bucky’s worst fear was materializing in front of his eyes.

You were no longer happy in the Underworld it seemed.

One night, he found you curled up in bed earlier than usual. He stood at the door and watched you. You weren’t crying, you were just sad. He walked into the room and called out, “Angel, are you okay?”

You sat up immediately, not wanting him to see you like this but at the same time you couldn’t fake being happy either. So you gave him a faint smile. “Yes, just a headache. I’ll be fine by morning.”

He smiled faintly. His heart breaking at the sight of the sadness in your eyes. “Come with me, I have something to show you.”

You got out of the bed and took his hand. He led you to one of the libraries he had; the coziest one with the huge fireplace and the perfect window which allowed you to see the breathtaking view of the gentle snowfall.

You stepped further into the room and saw that he had the fire going already and the room was much warmer than anywhere else in his castle. You walked right over to the large window, pressing your palm against it as you watched the light snowfall; clean, dazzling white and calming. Your headache faded little by little.

You felt a soft, warm blanket being placed upon your shoulders and you immediately wrapped it around you. Turning your head to the side you found Bucky right behind you. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.

“Feeling better?” He asked and you nodded.

“Much better.”

You stood there, basking in the comfortable silence and the warmth of the room, just watching the snowfall and how it accumulated on the ground; a fresh, thick blanket of ice.

“You miss her.” Again, it wasn’t a question from him, just a statement.

“Who?” You pretended not to understand.

He kissed your cheek and whispered, “Your mother. Your home. You want to go back, don’t you?” He sounded almost heartbroken and bitter.

You remained quiet. You didn’t say anything. No… ?

He spoke up again. “Even if I let you go, you will never be willing to come back here. To me.” He pulled away from the hug and walked over to the fireplace, shifting the burning wood with a brass fire poker. “Why would you?” He sounded pensive. “Why would you come back to this dark, barren kingdom when you can be perfectly happy out there? You must feel like you’re being held captive here.”

He didn’t turn around to face you so he couldn’t see the silent tear which fell down your cheek. So he thought that if given the chance you would run away from here and never come back to him again? Did the past months mean nothing? Did he not see that he was all you wanted?

Your throat burned.

“Is that what you think of me?” The crack in your voice caught his attention. He turned around to face you with a worried look on his face. He couldn’t believe he made you cry. You weren’t sobbing, but you couldn’t contain the tears. “You really think I’m gonna be happy out there, without you?”

That broke him.

“Angel… I didn’t mean to…,” it was rare for the god to find himself at a loss of words but now he did.

You wiped your tears away. “Did you even notice that I haven’t cried in months? Not since I met you because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. This dark, barren kingdom you speak of feels more like home to me than when I lived with my family.”

He walked up to you and pulled you into his arms. “Baby… I’m sorry.”

You hugged him back. “I don’t feel like I’m being held captive. I don’t want to leave you. But I can’t help but miss my mom. I don’t want you to think I’m not happy with you anymore, I am. But I… It’s… I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, pulling away to look down into your eyes. “I need you here, with me. The thought of you leaving me forever and never seeing you again, it… it kills me.”

You held him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m not leaving.” You gave him a sweet kiss. “I love you.” You kissed him again and sensed his surprise as he kissed you back feverishly. You whined when his mouth left yours only to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He mumbled as he kissed along your throat, walking the two of you back until he plopped down on the soft, velvety couch with you on his lap. You looked at him with nothing but hunger in your eyes. He looked at you and smirked; burning desire, lust and sin in his icy blue eyes.

“Likewise.” you whispered.

His hands grabbed you at your butt, firmly as he pressed you further into him. You could feel him; big and hard under you. You moved your hips against him, grinding on him out of desperation and whining in need.

He chuckled against your lips. “You’ve had me by my heart ever since you walked into my life.” He spoke as he cupped your face gently. “I never knew I could feel so deeply for someone until I met you.”

You stared into his eyes, your heart overflowing with all that you felt for him and your body burning with desire at the same time. So much so that you could no longer sit still on his lap. You needed him so bad it almost hurt.

You leaned into his touch. “I feel the same way.” You leaned closer, gently caressing the back of his neck. “Falling for you was so easy.” You felt his body tense under you.

He groaned. “Come here…” he pulled your face closer and pressed his lips to yours immediately, kissing you passionately and making your body tingle; biting your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he’s famished and you’re the only thing which can satiate his profound hunger.

Next thing you knew, he pushed you down onto the couch and hovered above you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You moaned and whimpered, body squirming under his. You needed him, terribly.

Bucky’s mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, undressing you in the process. Your long, flowy dress found itself on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs. His handsome face just inches away from your dripping core.

He looked hungry, and feral – a man who wanted to do bad things to you, and you were more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted. “You’re mine.” He growled before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

Your body felt hotter and lighter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “So fucking sweet…” he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up with your elbows digging into the couch and you took in the sight of him in between your legs. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you. His touch was deliberately slow, pleasurably agonizing.

“Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging him to take you already.

Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His stormy blue eyes watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud until you came undone.

He kissed his way up your body again, then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his clothes. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again.

“If it were up to me, I’d keep you here…” he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, “just like this, forever.” He loved the sight of you; naked, hot and squirming under him. He desperately wanted to keep you there forever and never let you go.

You giggled. “Fiend.”

He smiled as he looked down at you. “Where have you been all this time?” He leaned in to kiss you again as his hands touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin.

His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery - much like himself.

You whimpered and squirmed under him, and he smirked through the kiss as he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. You moaned out loud as he pushed into you, your back arching off the surface of the couch. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, giving you a couple of seconds to adjust.

He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down above your head. He stared into your eyes, lips parted as he struggled to fit inside you. He had always wondered how he would feel inside you. How warm and how tight and snug you’d feel… but you felt better than he imagined.

You threw your head back, moaning. You were so full of him that even you couldn’t even form a proper thought. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to fit him inside of you.

“Come on, take all of me…” He mumbled breathlessly as he pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held on to as he pounded into you.

He bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. He stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you; fucking you like only a god could.

Your back arched off the couch as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from being too loud while he fucked you. He was relentless. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine and you were sure that his bite left a mark.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you. His hand travelled all the way to your neck and he gently squeezed the side of your throat. Hard enough to make you lose your mind while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

“Fuck…” you heard a barely audible moan leave his lips as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly.

You felt him quicken his pace. You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

His other hand toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again. You moaned, craving more and more of him. With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded.

You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling under his breath. His warm cum shot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance. You were a whimpering mess. And so was he.

He collapsed next to you. You were shaking just a little as he tucked your head under his chin and ran his soothing hand down your back; while kissing the side of your head.

“I love you too, angel.”

---

Bucky agreed on letting you go for a few days, so you could meet your mom. But he had one condition:

“My mom will freak out!” you exclaimed.

Bucky shook his head. “Mortals can’t see him as the guardian of the Underworld. Your mother will see him as just a regular dog.”

“Then how can I?”

“You’re special.” He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “You were meant to be here. To be mine.”

“Are you sure about this?” You bent down to give the excited three-headed little monster scratches.

“Absolutely.” He was sending Cerberus along with you for your safety.

You smiled at the dog and looked up at it’s master. “Alright then. When do I leave? And how?”

The god smiled. “Right now. I’ll take you.”

You smirked. “You know we can’t show up in a chariot being drawn by horses, right?”

He chuckled. “Trust me, angel. Come on, take my hand.”

You did. And the next thing you knew, all three of you were surrounded by black fog, and less than a few seconds later, you found yourself standing at the entrance of a beautiful, gated home you didn’t recognize. You looked beside you and there stood your beloved god and his trustee guardian. You realized it was night time.

“Where are we?” you looked around, not recognizing the neighborhood.

Bucky grabbed your hand in his and Cerberus’ leash in another. “Your mom’s place.” He led you to the front door and rang the bell. You were confused, but too excited to see your mom to ask any further questions.

Needless to say, your reunion with your mother was filled with tears and teary smiles and hugs. She then told you that her and your dad were no longer together and that this was her home now. She didn’t know where your dad was, and neither did she want to.

“Oh honey, who is this handsome young man?” Your mother asked, once she realized that Bucky was there too.

You went along with the story you and him had concocted before leaving the Underworld. You told your mother that Bucky was your long term boyfriend and that you ran away to him because you were in love with him and couldn’t agree to marry someone else.

“I’m gonna be away on a business trip for a couple of weeks, so I thought why not leave Y/N with you until I return. After all, she’s been wanting to see you.” Bucky spoke to your mom politely and won her over within a few minutes. The god was indeed very charming.

After leaving Cerberus in your care, Bucky parted from you at the doorstep with a long, deep kiss. “I’ll be back for you, angel. Miss me.”

You smiled, kissing him back. “I will wait. I love you.”

“I love you more. Take care.” he kissed your forehead, and left.

Leaving you behind to your mother whom you had missed, but who also had a thousand questions for you. You answered all of them, lied at most.

---

The first week went by almost too quickly. Mother-daughter quality time, gossip and all. Cerberus was a sweetheart and each morning when you woke up and saw him in the kitchen keeping your mom company, you’d freak out for a moment or two. Then you’d eventually remember that she couldn’t see him for what he truly is and you’d calm down.

By week two, the jittery feeling of being back with your mom had died down. Not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with her, but the fear of your father finding you caught you off-guard often.

It was someday during the third week of you being back with your mom that your fears hit you hard. You had a terrible nightmare where your dad was back and was trying to take you away again. It was spine-chilling to a point where even Cerberus picked up on it.

You woke up to him whining and licking your face. You sighed in relief upon seeing his heads looking down at you in worry and confusion.

“I’m okay,” you gave him some pets and he immediately curled up on the bed beside you. You snuggled beside him, caressing his fur which looked shiny thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window. “You miss your daddy, don’t you?” You saw his multiple ears perk up at that. You giggled. “I miss him too.” You give his paw a kiss.

“Well good thing daddy’s here.” You heard his voice coming from the dark shadow of your room. Cerberus jumped out of bed and was surprisingly quiet as he greeted his master with much excitement. “Hello,” Bucky greeted him, “how about you go home now? I know you’ve missed it.” One last scratch behind the ears and a snap of Bucky’s fingers later, Cerberus disappeared into black fog.

You sat up in the middle of your queen-sized bed and leaned over to light the soft, golden lamp shade by the side of your bed. You blinked in confusion. “Bucky?” You were pleasantly surprised. The soft golden light made him look almost angelic despite his signature, all black outfit.

He gave you his signature cocky smirk. “Were you expecting someone else at this odd hour, angel?”

You rushed out of bed and right into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and he kissed your hair. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too baby. You have no idea.” He pulled away and cupped your face so he could get a good look at you. He leaned down to kiss your lips, deeply. You felt warm all of a sudden.

You smiled through the kiss before pulling away, asking in a hushed tone, “How come you’re here at this time?”

“I sensed that something was wrong. You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?”

You nodded. “But I’m okay now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

You rubbed your nose against his. “Doesn’t matter, you’re here now.”

He grabbed your face and kissed you again; down your neck and along your shoulder. His stubble tickled your skin and you giggled as quietly as you could. You felt his hands caress your skin under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your breasts while he walked you back and eventually pushed you down onto your bed.

Your body tingled and burned under his warm touch, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him buried deep in you. Ever since that first night together, you craved him almost all the time. After all, he made love to you like a god.

“Do you know how hard it was, being away from you for so long?” He whispered, sounding gentle, but also demanding and hot.

Suddenly you felt all confident and sassy. “Why don’t you show me then?”

He smirked and grabbed your oversized t-shirt and tossed it over your head and somewhere behind him. The sight of your bare body underneath him made him growl. “Is this how you slept every night? Almost naked?” He whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body, mainly toying with your breasts. “Did you touch yourself, while thinking of me? Hmm?”

You gasped and moaned just at the sound of his voice, he was barely touching you.

He pressed his mouth to yours again, impatient to just have you already. His mouth didn’t leave yours as his hand slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. His touch caused a shiver to run down your spine as you moaned through the kiss.

“Shh,” he mumbled against your lips. “Can’t have your mom find out that her daughter is being a dirty, dirty little girl for me now, can we?” He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went.

He messed with you for a little bit; stroking your walls with his fingers and making you whine. You whimpered quietly under him as he nuzzled your neck and nibbled on the skin along your throat. “Please…” you pleaded. He chuckled.

“Please what, baby?” he teased you with his fingers, keeping you on the edge.

You whined under your breath. “I need you… please…”

His lips found yours again as the two of you hurried to unbuckle his pants and he pulled it down enough to free his erected cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. “I need you too baby,” he kissed you deeply, “but I’m gonna need you to be quiet for me, okay?”

He pulled away and waited for an answer. You nodded, breathless already.

“Good girl.” He pressed his forehead against yours while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned under your breath as he did. You whimpered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

“Shh, angel.” He whispered in your ear before pounding into you like his life depended on it. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, something which had become a habit of his, as he groaned under his breath at how your body welcomed him perfectly.

You failed to form proper thoughts as he rammed into you. The sounds he made were downright sinful and you loved it so much; knowing that you had the power to make him lose his mind.

“You’re all mine, you hear me?” He mumbled. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered right at the shell of your ear, and you moaned quietly at how he sped up into you.

You did as he asked. You told him again and again that you were his. And no one else’s. You couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.

Bucky held you like you were the most fragile thing ever even while he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. You were a tear-stained, whimpering mess as you came around his thick cock. He came right after you, grunting and groaning under his breath.

“I love you. So much.” He whispered, kissing the side of your face to calm you down.

You smiled, breathless still. “I love you too.”

He stayed with you, in your bed long after you two were done going at it for a second time that night. You snuggled into his side, your hand lazily across his torso. “Are you gonna stay for a little longer? Have breakfast with mom and I?”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, “Won’t your mother ask how I got here?”

“I’ll tell her that you got here quite early while she was still sleeping.”

He raised his eyebrows at you rather dramatically. “Look at you lying without any shame.”

You giggled and got on top of him, straddling his waist and placed both your palms against his toned chest. “Oh the things I do for love,” You leaned down and kissed his lips with your own swollen ones.

He smiled. “Does your mom like me? As your… boyfriend?” He asked, sounding a little worried and it made you laugh because he was… him - a god, a king, ruler of the Underworld and here he was worrying about if your mom approved of him or not.

You pulled away to look into his eyes. “Yes. She likes you quite a lot actually. Who wouldn’t? You’re perfect.”

He smiled, his heart exploding at your words, as his hands caressed your exposed thighs. “I like her too. We’ll visit her every now and then, don’t worry.” he spoke and then looked around at your bedroom. “I like it here.”

You kissed him again, pouring all your love out into the kiss. You pulled away again, “Also I was thinking maybe we could go back tomorrow.”

He knew perfectly what you meant but he was dying to hear you say it. “Where to, angel?” He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

You smiled down at him, your heart exploding with just how much love you had for him.

You answered, “Home.”

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