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[worlds-we-write]

Not So Funny Now, Huh?

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

summary: Patrol gets messy when a friend teases you about "your man" and Joel overhears. Back home, jealous and possessive Joel makes sure you remember exactly who you belong to.

tags: dom!Joel, jealous/possessive behavior, rough sex, heavy dirty talk, hair pulling, choking (light), marking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise/degradation mix, possessiveness, aftercare.

AN: jealous + filthy Joel is always the mood 🔥 thank you @/stankyedits27 on TikTok for inspiring this nasty little one. enjoy xoxo

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The patrol was supposed to be quiet.

Just routine—south perimeter check, little chit chat, nothing serious. But of course, Lila couldn’t help herself. She kept glancing between you and Joel like she was watching the start of some soap opera.

"So… how’s your man these days?" she asked with a knowing smirk, nudging your arm as you both walked a little ahead of Joel.

You laughed it off, waving her off quickly. “Shut up. He’s not my man.”

“Uh huh,” Lila singsonged. “You sure don’t sound like someone who isn’t head over heels. I see how you look at him.”

Your face flushed hot, but you couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at your lips. “Drop it. Seriously.”

But Joel was behind you. Joel was listening.

His boots scraped harshly against the gravel. His jaw ticked, heavy silence radiating off him like heat from the summer pavement. You didn’t realize he’d even been paying attention. You didn’t realize just how closely he’d been listening.

By the time patrol ended and the sun dipped low, Joel hadn’t said a word.

Not until you were back at your place. Alone.

You barely locked the door before he was right there, crowding into your space, hands braced on the wall beside your head. You blinked up at him in confusion.

“‘Your man,’ huh?” His voice was a low growl, soft and dangerous. “That who you were talkin’ about out there? Someone else?”

You swallowed. “Joel—what?”

“Answer me.” His palm wrapped around your throat, not tight, just firm enough to make you feel small and trapped against him. His eyes were wild with something dark and simmering.

“Of course I was talking about you,” you whispered, breath catching.

He huffed a sharp breath through his nose, like he wasn’t sure if that satisfied him or pissed him off more.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he muttered. “Laughin’ it up, blushin’ like a fuckin’ teenager. You like gettin’ people talkin’, baby? Like makin’ ‘em wonder who’s fuckin’ you?”

His words hit you like lightning. You felt them between your legs more than you should have.

“Joel, no—”

“No?” His free hand slid down, gripping your hips so tight it hurt. He hauled you against him, letting you feel the hard, thick press of him through his jeans. “Don’t lie. You want me like this, don’t you? All worked up. Jealous. You know what that does to me.”

Your knees went weak. You whimpered as he shoved you back toward the bedroom.

Once you hit the bed, he didn’t waste time. Pulled your pants down roughly, threw them somewhere across the room. Fingers dragged down your soaked panties like he expected you to deny how wet you were—but you couldn’t.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Joel hissed, running his fingers through your arousal. “You’re so fuckin’ wet already. From just me bein’ mad at you, huh? You like pokin’ the fuckin’ bear, girl. Like knowin’ you’re mine.”

“Yours,” you gasped, arching up as two fingers pushed deep inside you.

“Yeah,” he grunted, leaning down so his mouth was right by your ear, lips brushing your skin. “Say it again.”

“Yours. I’m yours.”

“That’s right. No more gigglin’ with your little friends. No more wonderin’.”

His fingers fucked into you relentlessly until you were crying out, hands scrambling for something—anything—to hold onto.

“Joel—oh my God—Joel—”

“Not good enough. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours, yours, it’s yours—please—”

He groaned, pulling his fingers free and shoving his pants down just enough to free himself. The head of his cock nudged against your soaked entrance and without waiting, he pushed in deep, all at once. You cried out, body jerking.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. So fuckin’ tight. Like you were made for me.”

He set a brutal pace, hips slamming into yours as his hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so you had no choice but to look at him.

“Look at me. You wanna act like I’m not your man? Huh? Then why’s your pussy squeezin’ me like this?”

You could barely breathe, the mixture of pain and pleasure making your head spin.

“I—Joel—can’t—”

“Yes you can. Gonna take every fuckin’ inch. Gonna let me ruin you.”

He was relentless. Filthy. Every word pouring from his mouth more possessive than the last. He owned you in every sense—his cock driving you toward oblivion, his hand gripping your throat again, his voice branding you.

When your orgasm hit, it shattered through you. You screamed his name as your body arched off the bed, clenching and fluttering around him.

Joel groaned deep in his chest, letting go and fucking you through it, chasing his own release.

“Mine,” he snarled as he spilled deep inside you, hips grinding down as if he could bury himself even deeper. “You’re fuckin’ mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” you sobbed, overwhelmed and trembling.

Joel collapsed over you, breath ragged. But even as he kissed your temple and whispered soft praises now, his hips still lazily rocked against you, keeping you filled, keeping you marked.

“You ever even think about sayin’ otherwise again, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week,” he murmured against your skin.

And somehow… that didn’t sound like a punishment at all.

Your legs were jelly by the time Joel finally let you go. He could see it too — the way you slumped back against the mattress, boneless and dazed.

“Shit, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Wore you out, huh?”

You could only nod weakly, eyes fluttering shut as his hands caressed your sides. The rough, jealous edge was long gone now. In its place was something far softer — careful, protective Joel, whose fingers traced the marks he’d left with visible regret.

“Didn’t mean to be that fuckin’ rough,” he whispered, voice thick with guilt. He kissed the faint red lines on your throat, then your collarbone. “You alright? Talk to me, honey.”

“M’okay,” you mumbled, sleepy but floating. “Was good. Really good, Joel.”

That seemed to ease something in him. He gave a low hum, kissed you again — this time slow and unhurried — and then stood.

“Stay right there,” he ordered gently. “Ain’t done takin’ care of you.”

You barely registered him moving around the room, but minutes later he was back with a warm, damp cloth. He cleaned you up with slow, tender strokes, murmuring sweet praises the whole time. Took me so good, baby… fuck, I love you like this.

When he was finished, he pulled you into his arms effortlessly, carrying you bridal style toward the small bathroom.

“Joel,” you mumbled, half-asleep against his shoulder.

“Shhh,” he soothed, “gonna run you a bath. Just relax.”

He didn’t let you lift a finger. He set you down carefully on the closed toilet seat as he filled the tub, making sure the water was just right before helping you in. His hands stayed on you the whole time — washing your hair, massaging your scalp, running soft cloths over your skin.

By the time he pulled you out, wrapped you up in his flannel, and carried you back to bed, you were nothing but pliant warmth in his hold.

Once tucked under the covers, he slid in behind you, pressing his chest to your back and hooking a heavy arm possessively around your waist.

“No more jokin’ about ‘your man,’” he murmured sleepily, voice rough but fond as his nose nuzzled into your hair. “Ain’t no fuckin’ joke. You’re mine. You hear me?”

You smiled, drowsy and warm and safe.

“Yours,” you whispered back.

Joel hummed, satisfied, pulling you closer as he drifted off with you in his arms — wrapped up in the sweetest kind of aftermath.

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Doing Time 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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Sunday mornings are usually those where you wake up restless. It’s the day you work on chores. Yet when you rouse, you only want to sink back into the bed. You could spend all day in the faded afterglow. 

You roll onto your side and squeak. Your thighs are tender. Every bit of you is sensitive to the point of twitching. Even just the touch of the duvet is too much. 

Yet the man who made you feel this way is gone. Your chest tweaks. Is he gone? Was this all just a twisted plot by him? That would make your life so much easier. If this could just be a fantasy, 

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s drawl makes you tense. 

You lift your head and look at the door. He fills the frame easily. He’s in a pair of grey boxers and nothing else. His muscle-forged shoulders are round and firm, his middle thick and padded too. You can see all the strength you felt the night before. 

You sit up and hug the top of the blanket. You look around. “What time is it?” 

“Take your time,” he assures. “I was just looking in on you.” 

“Oh,” you rub your neck. “I-- I should--” you search for anything to cover yourself. “Get up.” 

You turn your legs over the side of the bed and keep the duvet up. He hums. “You don’t gotta.” 

“I do. I have to get the laundry. The dishes. And groceries--” 

“Laundry’s folded, waiting in a basket. I did the dishes. And we can grab groceries later.” 

You blink at him, “huh? No, you didn’t--” 

“You know, being locked up, the little things, they’re almost fun these days. I don’t got some guard glaring at me or barking at me for standing the wrong way,” he chuckles and crosses the room. “Besides, you don’t need to worry about all that. We got a road trip.” 

“A road...trip?” You echo. 

He sits next to you and caresses your bare shoulder, “mhmm. As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day.” 

You squeeze the blanket tighter and blush. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Going to see your brother. Like mom said we should.” 

“What?” You wince. “No, I’ll go. You don’t have to--” 

“I don’t have to. I want to. We’re together now.” 

You gulp and lean away from him. You stand up and brush by him. You take your robe off the dresser and open it. Before you can pull it on, there’s a tug on the other end. 

“Why’re you running?” He yanks until you face him. 

“I’m not,” you angle it in front of your body as best as you can. 

“You’re hiding--” 

“I’m cold--” 

“You could’ve stayed under the blankets--” 

“Steve,” you tug until he lets go. You wrap yourself up. The robe smells like him too. “You shouldn’t... come yet. It’s just Vaughn, he can be...” 

“A brat. Oh I know it. It’s why you’re lucky I was there to watch over him. But what about now?” 

You search his face. “You don’t think...” 

“I’m just saying. I was in there. He wasn’t making any friends.” 

“Steve,” you gasp. 

“I can’t lie to you, baby.” He puts his hands on your arms. “Not ever. Your brother needs a heavy boot to keep him in place. I might not be inside but I still got connects on the inside. And he needs to see that I still got his back so he stays in line. Make sure he gets out one day. I’d like our kids to know their uncle--” 

You choke. Kids? That’s not an argument for today. Hopefully, it never truly comes to a head. 

“I didn’t... I don’t have an appointment,” you say. 

“I do. Special request for a family meeting. The two of us.” 

“What? He’s not—He's not going to like that.” 

“He’s going to like what I’m tell him too,” Steve’s voice deepens and he brings a hand to your chin. “He should like whatever makes his sister happy. Especially after all you’ve done for him. And if he isn’t, well, then, I guess he’s on his own.” 

“It’s just—he's—he's just very--” 

“He needs to grow up. You go out there and see him and he doesn’t appreciate that. Well he’s going to start or he’s not going to see you anymore. You got a life to live here. With me.” He pets your cheek with his knuckles. “And I spent enough of mine behind bars. I’m not waiting any longer.” 

He steps closer and leans it, drawing you to him. You don’t stop him. You know better. He kisses you as you close your eyes, hiding the anxiety brewing in your heart. You have a bad feeling about this. 

💙

You’ve only ever gone to the prison alone. Being with Steve feels strange for several reasons. He keeps your hand in his as you step inside the visitors’ entrance and approach the front desk with its thick plexiglass windows. 

He lets you go to take out his wallet. You glance around as you sense the gazes of several guards. Even out of his prison garb, they must recognise him. As ever, his blond and silver hair is tidily combed and parted. He wears a blue-grey short-sleeve button up and a pair of grey slacks. The sleeves are tight around his biceps and a gold watch flashes on his wrist. 

You take out your ID and hand it over with his. You swelter in the judgment of the errant eyes around you. What must they think? You show up here with a former inmate... He might have been acquitted on appeal but how much do they know about that? 

“Step over on the x’s,” the woman directs. “Officers will search you and escort you in.” 

You follow her instructions. The officers sweep over you quickly but you notice the extra attention they give to Steve. He chuckles. 

“Miss me?” He asks. 

One of the officers clucks. 

“Outside’s treating you well,” the one feeling him up turns his wrist to admire the watch. 

“Well, you know, I got a good bag for the settlement. False convictions are a cash grab,” Steve scoff, “low pay for time done, though.” 

The officer huffs with a hint of doubt. 

“Alright, go in,” he points down the hall. “They’ll get you seated.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Steve salutes him and reaches for you. “Come on, sweetheart.” 

You let him drag you down the hall to the visitors’ room. Another officer greets you and checks his clipboard. He takes you to a spot at the desk with two seats and two receivers. The chair on the other side of the transparent barrier is empty. 

You fidget as you wait, staring at the white seat across from you. What will Vaughn think? What will he do? The last question worries you most. 

“Damn, I’m just thinking about the days it was me over there,” Steve chuckles and puts his hand on the back of your chair. “We’re you this nervous then? I could never tell.” 

You shrug. 

“I can tell you now. I counted down the days. I’d be on my cell bed, sat all pretty and patient for you, ‘til they sent one of these bozos to get me,” he sighs and slaps his thigh. “I can’t hardly believe I’m sitting right next to you now.” 

He plays with your sleeve. He leans over and kisses your other shoulder. You shiver and twine your fingers together tightly in your lap. 

You wince as a door shuts with a muffled thunk. You sit up as you sense the approach on the other side. Vaughn drags his feet between two guards and stops behind the chair. He snorts. 

You can’t hear through the glass as his face twists. He tenses and the guards struggle with him. You stare at him as his eyes scour you venomously, then flick over Steve. His lip curls and he tries to shake off the guards. They finally get him to sit. 

Steve clicks his tongue and sits forward, bend one arm over the table. He chuckles as he picks up the receiver. Vaughn crosses his arms and squares his jaw defiantly. You hesitate but lift your receiver too. 

Steve points through the glass. Vaughn sneers. Steve leans forward and taps the glass. Your brother rolls his eyes then reaches for the phone. The guards cautiously back off. 

“What the fuck is this--” 

“You watch your mouth,” Steve warns. “We came all this way. The first thing you can start with is thanking your sister for being here and telling her how much you love her.” 

“Fuck off, pal.” 

Steve laughs. A dark rumble that unsettles you. You’ve never heard that from him. He gets an edge now and again, the kind that makes you nervous, but this is something more dangerous. 

“I’m giving you another chance to show some respect,” Steve warns. “So clean up the language and thank your sister.” 

“You fucking him?” Vaughn sets his sight on you. 

“Vaughn, please, settle down.” You plead 

“Huh? Is that it? How the fuck did that happen? I mean--” He snarls against the phone. “I love you, sis, but I got nothing but this for a slut.” 

He swallows and spits at the glass. Steve bristles and squeezes the receiver tight. You look over as his knuckles turn white. He leans forward. 

“Last fucking chance. Apologise--” 

“Fuck you, dude. You’re out. You got nothing in here. You run shit. So I’ma say what I want to my sister and you’re going to sit there like an old decrepit man and choke--” 

“You’re walking the line,” Steve is terrifying calm. 

“Me? Me?! You’re fucking my sister--” 

“I’m gonna marry your sister. I’m a man. Unlike you.” Steve insists. 

“Marry?!” Vaughn erupts.  

He stands and gnashes his teeth. He slams the receiver against the glass. You drop yours and sit back as he hammers at the barrier until the phone breaks in his hands. The guards grab him and drag him off away from the table. 

Steve is unfazed. He watches the tantrum. You stare at the pieces of the broken receiver as the cable hangs limply. Vaughn kicks and writhes as he’s wrestled to the door. 

Steve hangs up the phone. “Ungrateful.” 

“Steve, you should’ve let me speak--” 

“And what? Let him call you a slut?” 

“I could’ve talked to him. You didn’t let me--” 

“I’m not letting anyone disrespect my woman,” he stands up. “Not even your brother. You understand me?” 

“Steve, I understand, but he’s my family--” 

“You don’t get it sweetheart,” he takes your hand and tugs you up. “You need me. You don’t take care of yourself like you should. You let them walk right over you. Well, that’s not happening anymore.” 

You get up and sniff. “I’ll come back on my own. I’ll talk to him--” 

“You’re not coming back. He can deal with consequences.” 

“Steve.” 

He squeezes your hand. You quiet. He doesn’t let up as he drags you from the room. You pass the guards with your head down. He doesn’t stop at the front desk as he marches you out. 

Finally, he stops. Right by his car. He puts his hand on the passenger door and faces you. 

“Get one more thing, doll. You don’t argue with me like that. Especially in front of other men.” 

Your mouth falls open, “I wasn’t--” 

“You were,” he puts his other hand on his hip. “I’d do anything for you but I need you to meet me halfway, got it? We’re a unit so you stand by me. Your brother wants to act like a child, so let him mope like one. He spit in your face and you’re going to take it? Nah. Not my woman.” 

“He’s upset--” 

“You’re too soft. I love that about you but it’s no good,” he tuts. He stands straight and opens the passenger door. “Come on. We got business to take care of.” 

You get in, hiding your confusion and chagrin. You knew it would go about as well as it did. So did Steve. He's not stupid. And he’s not telling you everything, not like he said he would. This business... what exactly is that? 

You would ask but you’re not sure you’d get an answer. Knowing won’t do anything to change whatever he has planned. Just like you can’t do much to stop all those big dreams of his; wife, kids... you’re caught in the whirlwind of his lost years. 

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ENHYPEN Series

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chapter thirteen

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

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Your eyes stings from crying too much. What happened last night kept lingering back in your mind. How Sunghoon just shot that poor man dead with no mercy. You couldn’t help but to blame yourself. It was you who asked for his help.

Sunghoon was inside your room while you pretend to be asleep. It was mid night when you heard the faint sound of the room’s door opening. Fear instantly took over you and decided to just act like as if you are fast asleep.

He was silent. It was pretty hard to tell if he’s still inside the room since his movements are very quiet. It took him a few minutes before he approach your bed and pull your sheets up to your shoulder. He didn’t do anything else, just that.

After he left, the terrifying scene haunted you 'til morning. It was impossible to fall asleep as it only takes you back to what happened back at the restaurant. The face of that poor man breaks your heart. The way his eyes flashes fear and slowly drains out of life.

You shut your eyes and rests your head on your knees, tears once again streaming down your face.

The door then suddenly bursted open making you jump on your place, pulling you back to reality. You scooted closer to the bed’s headboard when you realize that it was Sunghoon. He’s wearing his white polo, eyes looking dead cold.

“G-Get out!” you screamed right at him.

He’s not surprised. Sunghoon expected this type of behavior from you. He knew that what you just witnessed was probably too much for you. His sweet angel... You’re surely ain’t prepared for that one.

He’ll be honest, he felt a pinch of regret from what he did. Not because he felt bad for killing that man, but because it terrified you. He can’t help but to blame that old man for being too nosy and laying his hands on you. How dare him?

He kept silent, doesn’t really want to make the situation worst of to terrify you even more. He sighs and signalled something to his men.

Your eyes looked wary, attented on what’s about to happen.

A maid then entered holding a tray of food. Your eyes trailed back to Sunghoon and he’s still staring right at you. He doesn’t seem bothered or even regretful of anything. It makes you wonder how evil this guy is. To actually not feel anything after just ending someone’s life is alarming.

“Eat your breakfast. I’ll be leaving for work.” he says. You remained silent and just kept your shooting glares at him.

“Don’t even think of trying to escape since this mansion is full of security.” he warned.

Your jaw clenched, “Or else what? You’re going to kill me too?” your sarcasm filled every words.

Sunghoon kept his stares and then tilted his head over to the side. He scoffed with no humor that sent instant chills down your spine.

“You know I’ll never hurt you.”

He said it with so much sincerity, but after what you just witnessed last night, the fear for your life is your main concern.

Sunghoon wanted to approach and kiss you, but he thought it may be too much for now so he just left the room.

The moment he stepped out from the same room you finally started breathing properly. Whenever he’s around, your chest feels heavy and fear just takes the most of you.

“Miss, you should have your breakfast.” the lady that entered holding your food caught your attention.

The tension from a while ago is too much to bear that you even forgot that she’s still here. You glanced at the food and can’t find the appetite to eat.

“I don’t want to.” you glanced away and just stared blankly outside the big windows of the room. The weather looked fine and if its normal days, you would’ve want to be outside and walk around. But your heart felt heavy, eyes starting to burn once again.

—

“You what?!” Jake’s frantic voice filled the room after hearing what just happened.

“So it was you last night...” Heeseung’s smirking while reaching for the cup of coffee that Sunghoon’s secretary just prepared for them.

“Last night? What’s up last night?” some of their eyes darted at the door when Jay entered. As usual, he was running late.

“Sunghoon hyung went crazy and shoot someone dead.” Sunoo says and sighs. He’s not totally surprised about it, just a little disappointed.

Jay scoffs as he takes his sit, “What’s new with Sunghoon going crazy?”

Jungwon shakes his head with a small smirk on his lips, “How is she? I’m sure she didn’t took that well.”

Sunghoon sighs and throws his head back before shutting his eyes close. He already knew that, but now that his friends are rubbing it to his face makes him feel a bit dumb for his actions.

“Dude, Aelia’s life is very different from ours. Its not normal for her to see guns and all these. You have to take it easy.” Jake says, trying to lecture his friend.

“Jake’s right, Sunghoon. It took a while before Bri even got used to it.” Heeseung added.

“Wait wait wait...” Jay stood beside the chair he was suppose to occupy. He glanced over his friends then continued talking.

“You mean Sunghoon did all that in front of that girl?” he asks, trying to confirm the issue.

Jake rolls his eyes. “That’s what you get for being late.” he commented silently that Jay ignored.

“She has a name and its Aelia.” Sunghoon spat like its the most important thing that needs to be addressed.

Jay chuckles, a little bit amused. He’s the only one who seemed to be enjoying what he just heard.

“You just found her and already scaring the shit out of her? Man, that sucks.” Jay commented that made Sunghoon glare at him.

“I know I fucked up. What do I have to do?” he asks clicking his tongue.

Jake can’t help but to purse his lip and take time to sink in what he just heard from his friend. Is he really asking for advice? That’s not so him.

Usually Sunghoon will not even give a damn for an adivise. He will just carry on to what he thinks is best to do at the situation.

“Give her time, hyung.” Jungwon.

“You know I’m impatient.” Sunghoon throws right away, fingers tapping nonstop on the table.

“You managed to wait for her for years without being sure that she actually exist. It won’t hurt to wait for her now.” Jake.

The other guys agrees with him and even tells Sunghoon to calm down. They know their friend too well. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he gets reckless. That’s the last thing he will want to do at this situation.

He remains silent, but his breathing were heavy. Heeseung smiles and rest his cup on the table. “I know you’re probably feeling so excited now that you’ve found her, Hoon. Don’t let this overwhelming feelings be the reason for you to lose her.” his words strung deep inside Sunghoon.

He was silent. Just letting his friends advices sink deep to his system. He’s not really the type to listen from other people, but they are his friends. If there are people who knew him the best, it would be them.

Also this is the first time he will deal with someone he actually wants to keep in his life other than his friends so he really needs their help. All he’s good at is scaring people out and getting rid of them, but he doesn’t want to do any of that with you.

He nods his head as an answer and to let them know he understands. Jake smiles then clap his shoulder once before diverting the topic into something else. Despite the start of another conversation, Sunghoon’s thoughts are all filled with you.

—

“Miss...” your eyes drifted over the two maids that walked inside your room.

The look of concern over their faces are evident. Its been a whole day and you’ve declined eating any food. They are worried and at the same time scared of what the consequences may be, not for you but for them.

“You have to eat. Mr. Park strictly told us not to starve you.” desperation leaks through her tone. One familiar emotion flashes through her eyes. Fear. Is that how everyone around Sunghoon looked? Scared?

“Do you want anything? Any food you want perhaps?” one even encourages.

You pursed your lips. “I w-want to go home.” you mumbled so lowly, enough for them to hear.

The two maids exchanged glances. They do feel bad. Looking at your state, they feel bad. They wanted to help, but what can they do? They cannot risk their own life to save yours.

“I’m afraid w-we can’t grant that, Miss.”

Of course they can’t. You gulped and teared your gaze off of them. Why did you even say those words? Obviously these people are in no position to help you in any way. Well, they can try but that will cost them their life.

You should’ve learned already. What happened last night should not happen ever again. It was so cruel and traumatizing. You can’t afford having somebody else' life gone because of you.

An alarm blaze from outside the mansion and spending a few days here already familiarize you of what it means. Their heads whipped at the direction of your window faced in front of the mansion.

The color on their faces drained as you hear the faint sound of the main gate opening.

“It’s the boss.” one mumbles while her fingers visibly shaking.

Your heart swells, feeling totally guilty that they will be punished because of you.

“Just tell him that I’m the one who refused to eat.” was what you blurted, making them look at your direction.

They don’t seem amused or relaxed of what they heard from you. Its like it won’t solve anything. Who are you fooling? You are as powerless as them.

“W-What will we do? We’re in big trouble.” she panics, the younger one. Her eyes shakes and visibly tremble.

Her eyes darted at you and for a split second you saw how it glared at you. You gulped, feeling so bad now that they will definitely shoulder your stubborness.

“I’m s-sorry.”

The older one pursed her lips and remained silent, though you can still see that she’s as scared as her. The one beside her clenched her fists and opens her mouth, about to say something when the door bursts open.

You jolted and hugged your knees in a balled position once again. Eyes fixed at the entrance waiting for him to walk inside. Two men entered first and then Sunghoon.

The two maids bows their heads looking very terrified. Despite the fear from this gorgeous man, you’ve had the urge to stand up for them. It was you who refused to eat so there’s no reason for another person to shoulder it once again.

His eyes are darted at you, cold and hard to read. No words came out from his mouth, but instead his eyes moved over to the tray of untouched foods.

Terror flickers through the maid’s eyes.

“W-We tried to make her eat, Mr. Park.” the younger one already said it even before he can ask something.

His eyes moved towards her and they were terrifying for her. Colour drains off of her face as she grew paler, head lowering while fidgeting over her trembling hands.

“I’m t-the one who refused to eat! Don’t take it against them.”

You are afraid of him. That’s not even enough to describe what you feel towards the gorgeous man in front of your bed. Great. He’s so evil and yet you still manage to call him gorgeous. You’re really going insane because of him.

Sunghoon glanced at you and contemplates. His friends' words of advice flashing through his mind for a moment before he tries his best to calm down. They are all right. He should take it slow. If he wanted you to keep you, he needs you to slowly absorb this lifestyle. Its a lot, but he won’t give you any other choice.

“Alright.” he says shortly.

The two maids raised their heads in surprise. Did they really heard their boss obey somebody?

On the other hand, even if you’re caught off guard that he really did listened to you, it didn’t made you fear him less. He’s still the man who just randomly gunned someone down last night.

Sunghoon then instruct them to leave and give you two some privacy. As they disappear one by one, you panicked. The last thing you want is to be left alone with him.

Words didn’t come out from your lips. They were sealed shut as you try to stop them from shaking. Your eyes left the door after the last bodyguard closes it and then your gaze diverted towards Sunghoon.

His intimidating eyes are watching you already.

“Why didn’t you eat your food?” he asks, tone sounding strict.

You refused to talk and felt your eyes slowly watering.

Realizing that you ain’t going to respond to him, he strains a heavy sigh.

“Its useless to be stubborn, Aelia. You are stuck here with me.” his eyes pierced right through you, letting you know that nothing will ever change that.

“So you either start accepting your fate or test my patience and see where things can go.” it was surely a threat. He said it so calmly, but you felt threatened.

“I don’t w-want any of these! I want you to let me go! I want to go back to my family! I want to see my parents! I want to go back to my normal life! I want to go home!” you screamed at him, tears streaming down your face.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw. The fact that you’re rejecting him and thinking that you can get away from him pisses the hell out of him. Why would you think he will ever let you go? Never.

Regardless, he pulls his shit together and decided that he needs to leave you be for tonight. He doesn’t want to lose his patience and cause you more damage.

“This is your home.” he says with a stern and cold voice.

He stared at you for a while before he turns his back to leave you be for tonight. You burst into tears as you hugged yourself that night.

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Muse

Summary : Paul starts to get a little jealous that you're not drawing him but you didn't want to intrude on his personal space. He becomes your muse

Pairing/s: Paul Aron x Reader

Word Count : 1k

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You’d always been into crafts from painting to crocheting to photography. Any kind of crafts had drawn you in. When you met Paul you were going through your drawing and painting phase again. 

You’d wanted to draw Paul of course you did but you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, you subtly included things about Paul in your art. From using only his colours to hiding his number in them as well. You thought he had noticed until one night when you were sitting on the couch sketching your little pup.

Paul was silent for a while almost as if someone had stolen his golden retriever energy and now he was sitting with a little pout on his face watching the TV. You were so engrossed in your sketch of your pup that you didn’t notice.

“Alright” He huffed pausing the TV causing you to look over at him 

“You okay baby?” You asked tilting your head a little to look at him. Paul let out a breath turning his body to look at you a little more as he fiddled with his fingers. You’d never seen him look so nervous. Not when he was racing at such high speeds or when he was doing something else that could be classified as dangerously stupid

“What’s wrong?” You questioned with a frown moving one of your hands to hold his own 

“You know that I love your art don’t you?” He started to which you nodded 

“Of course I do. You get so excited with every piece I finish or start to be honest” You replied to which he nodded looking down at your hands 

“I erm. I guess you could say I’m a little jealous of our pup” You frowned moving closer to him 

“You want a little more affection? You know I’m always up for a cuddle or sex or literally anything to do with touch” You hummed wrapping your arms around his torso. Paul nodded with a smile 

“I know you’re always up for affection however that’s not exactly what I meant. You’re always drawing our pup or flowers or actually anything really cute and you make it look even cuter because you’re drawing it” He explained and you smiled 

“Baby? Would you like me to draw you?” You asked and he nodded shyly lifting his head to look at you “I never asked because I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. I wanted to give you that little bit of space away from those kinds of things” You explained and he squeezed your hand 

“I’d always love to be your muse even if it includes more photography or drawing but because it’s from you I think I can handle it” He smiled 

“You know all my drawings and paintings have a little bit of you hidden in them” You smiled and he frowned sitting up slightly as you grabbed your notebook 

“Yeah?” He asked and you nodded flipping through the sketchbook. Pointing out each of his team colours throughout his career, his number hidden within drawings or drawings based around his number 

“I can’t believe I never noticed these” He frowned and you smiled 

“I thought you had noticed them. It was my way of having you as my muse without wanting you to feel uncomfortable” You clarified and he smiled 

“Armastus (Love) I love them even more now!” He exclaimed taking your sketchbook and placing it on the table to turn you around so that you were underneath him. His hands were on either side of your head as he leaned down and pressed kisses to your lips. You hummed into the kisses chasing his lips once he pulled away. 

“Please never be scared to ask to be my muse again” You hummed and he nodded with a smile 

“I think your first picture of me should be me shirtless” He joked with a laugh and you smiled placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him up as you sat up. Paul leaned down pressing his lips to your own again. 

“Hey wait a moment I was enjoying this” He whined a little with a pout and you chuckled 

“But you’ve inspired me” You pouted and he shrugged getting up and picking you up 

“You’ve got plenty of shirtless pictures of me. You’ve got a whole album! You can use one of them!” He exclaimed walking to the bedroom. 

When Paul finally fell asleep you snuck out of bed and walked towards the spare bedroom that you’d turned into a little art studio considering no one ever stayed with you both and there was no need for it to be another bedroom. 

Plugging your phone into your charger and setting it up on the tripod before opening up a new canvas and ensuring it is prepared for your drawing. You took your favourite picture of Paul – He was standing on the edge of a boat on a day trip looking away from you – and set it up so that you were able to copy it onto your canvas. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting on your stool drawing Paul before moving on to painting him. 

“Armastus” Paul whispered groggily his voice horse from sleep as he walked over wrapping his arms around your waist his head resting between your jaw and shoulder. A hand moved to rest on his head running your fingers through his hair. “Come back to bed. Please” He whispered and you nodded setting everything back to where it lived 

“Come on then baby. Let’s get you some sleep” You smiled and he nodded standing back up to allow you to get up and walk back to the bedroom with him. You cuddled into him his head resting between your shoulder and jaw. His arms wrapped around your torso as you played with his hair. 

From that day on most of your art became Paul. Whether it was pictures of Paul or drawings of his car. Anything to do with Paul you drew and he loved it. Posing more often so you could take pictures and in the end draw them. 

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would anyone like dealer dani angst/fluff...

like i keep thinking about dani having a bad high from all of the stress with being in jail and having to start all over so ofc she's going to smoke weed to feel more relaxed but sadly it doesn't go well and having to help her through her high ☹️

my shayla ☹️ this is so ☹️☹️

— troubled waters

warnings/tags: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, f!reader, dealer!dani au, language, drug usage (marijuana), arguments, happy ending yay

part of the substance series

in the nearly three years you've been dating daniela, there were only a few times where she would have a bad high. she would usually just get paranoid about random things which left you picking up the pieces to ensure that she doesn't do something stupid or maybe say the wrong thing.

then there was this time.

barely a month after everything went down, and things were starting to feel a little normal now. it was going to be a slow process, you knew that. it would take time for things to be fully back to normal. but this was the last thing you expected to happen.

you made dani lay low for the month, not doing any deals or anything related to the sort while everything dies down, and you could tell she wasn't happy about it. she tried to argue with you, but you gave her a look that told her how serious you were and she reluctantly agreed to it. which meant she was stuck in the house even more than she normally would be. you thought it would be fine considering she rarely leaves the place anyways. apparently you were wrong.

you texted dani that you were on your way home from work, asking if she needed anything while you were driving, and you received no response. while this wasn't exactly odd, it wasn't normal either. if she was asleep she would wake up because you're notifications sounds were different than everyone else's. you tried not to think too much on it, just driving home and unconsciously preparing for what you might walk into.

you should've been more prepared.

the second you walk through the front door you're met with the smell of smoke, which would be normal if it weren't for the burning smell along with it. you walk past the living room straight to the bedroom, opening the door and seeing her.

"dani," you say, but she doesn't look up. you can see the beer bottles along with half smoked blunts across the bedding, and you have to bite your tongue to keep you from instantly snapping at ruining the bedding. you take a step closer, then spotting the actually lit blunt burning into the sheet. "daniela!" you say more sternly, grabbing her hand and taking the blunt from her, quickly putting it out in the ashtray.

daniela finally looks at you now. and when you look into her eyes, your breath hitches. red and glossy, but filled with more emotion than she could explain.

"dani?" you let out softly.

"am i a bad person?" is the first words that leave her mouth.

"what?" you question.

"i'm not." she shakes her head. "i'm not a good person."

"dani, what are you talking about?" your hands reach for her face but she grabs them and moves them away, a pang of hurt going through you at the action.

"you don't deserve me," she mumbles. "i don't deserve you."

"daniela, what are you saying?" you ask, trying to remain calm and collected.

"why didn't you leave me in there?" her eyes meet yours, and you swear your heart stops for a second. "why?"

"because i love you," you immediately respond. "i wouldn't do that for just anybody."

"not megan?"

"dani." your voice lowers an octave, already seeing where she was going with this. "don't start that."

"start what?" daniela suddenly gets off the bed, standing in front of you. "start saying the shit i want to say?"

taking a deep breath, you manage to keep yourself from snapping. "you're drunk and probably higher than you should be. you don't know what you're say–"

"i know what i'm saying!" daniela interrupts you. "i know what i am saying!" you subconsciously flinch when her voice raises, but she doesn't seem to notice. "i don't deserve someone like you. you shouldn't be with me of all people. i-i'm not a good person. i-i don't do anything good. you should've left me. you should've stayed with sophia or someone else just not me."

your body tenses up when she mentions sophia. you know sober she knows better than to speak of her, but with the alcohol and weed mixed in her system she's spilling it all out. "you know sophia wasn't good to me, dani," you say to her. "you're a good person, daniela."

"what do i do for a living, yn?" she looks at you expectantly. "i sell people weed. that's my lame fuckass job! yo-you have a real job! you work in an office! you have people under you! you have people who respect you! you can call out and still get money that day! meanwhile i haven't done shit for a month and now we're barely making rent money!"

"i am doing my best and you know that," you tell her, pointing at her. "i worked my ass off to get this job. i'm working my ass off keeping our house while you lay low like i told you to. you can go back to it in a few weeks, that's what i told you. i didn't say you had to."

"obviously i have to!" daniela throws her hands around in the air. "if i don't listen to you god knows what will happen!"

"what is that supposed to mean?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"it means i'm not your fucking puppy like you treat megan," daniela tells you.

"excuse me?" you let out surprised.

"i mean–"

"think very carefully before you say your next words, daniela," you cut her off sternly, losing your patience by the second. "don't say something stupid."

"you think you can tell me everything. what i can do, what i can't do, what i shouldn't do, what i have to do. everything!" she exclaims. "i'm done listening to you!"

you take another deep breath, your fingers twitching showing you were close to snapping. "look, daniela. i never said you had to listen to me, you just did. you always have. do not put that on me when i have never once told you to do anything and made you do it. you–"

"just listen and do! i know!" daniela yells. "i do because i'm scared you'll leave if i don't!"

a moment of silence passes before she continues. "i fucked up so fucking bad that i ended up in jail and you ended up traumatized because i didn't even hear you out! i listen because i'm too stupid to figure out anything myself! i-i can't remember the last time i did my own taxes, or even the last time i double checked the income because you help me. you help me with everything and i appreciate that so much but fuck i feel so useless." her voice cracks and she balls her hands into fists, covering her eyes that were furiously tearing up. "i-i feel like i can't do anything anymore, or i fuck it up when i try. and i don't want to fuck up what i have with you. i love y-you so fucking much a-and i'm fucking terrified of screwing up again and you l-leave." the tears start rolling down her cheeks, her breaths coming out shallow and short. "i don't know wh-what i'd do without you."

your gaze softens when she starts rambling, and you uncross your arms and take a few steps towards her. hesitantly, you reach out and grab her arm, pulling her into your arms and holding her tightly. she tries to push you away, murmuring "let go" under her breath, but your arms tighten around her, keeping her close to you.

"it's okay, you're okay," you mumble as she cries into your chest. "everything's okay, i promise. nothing's going to happen. i'm not going anywhere." you press a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "i love you so much, i'm staying right here. i promise."

daniela's body trembles with the sobs wracking through her, her arms finally wrapping around you and allowing herself to feel vulnerable for once in her life. "i'm s-sorry for ev-everything."

"don't do that." you shake your head. "you don't have to apologize, i'm not mad. i promise." you kiss her head again. "everything is okay."

she still mumbles incoherent words that you can't understand past her cries, but you can get a gist of what she's saying through the sobs. you keep her close to you, feeling your shirt getting progressively more damp with her tears, but you didn't mind.

you were unsure how long it had been of her crying before she went quiet, her head still pressing against your chest trying to calm her breathing back down. her fingers were curled around the material of your shirt, loosening slightly as she finally calms down.

"are you okay?" you ask softly, running your hand through her hair.

"yeah," she mumbles with a nod, pulling her head away and looking at you. "i'm sorry. i didn't think–"

"it's okay," you interject, shaking your head. "everyone has bad highs once in a while, and you drinking doesn't help. but it's okay."

"i didn't mean it," her voice cracks, and you can see the tears building again at her realizing what she said. "i'm so sorry."

"hey, hey." you move your hands to cup her face, wiping away the few stray tears with your thumbs. "it's okay. i know you're–we're still going through everything, but we're together in this, okay? the two of us, like it's always been. it's still us. nothing else matters. i love you so much, and i don't want to lose you if this happens again. you are a good person, daniela. even if you don't think it, i do. i love you, and only you. forever."

daniela's bottom lip trembles as you speak, a choked sob escaping her mouth and she nods. "i love you too," she whispers. "i love you so much."

"i know." you smile softly at her. "but you're gonna have to pay for the new bedding, okay? i spent too much on this last one."

"okay." she nods again. "you'll help me pick it out, right?"

"of course," you respond. "i know you wouldn't pick a good color."

"rude," she laughs.

"you love me." your smile grows bigger.

"i do." she smiles back.

[promise-of-soup]

Hiiiii :3, I want to say first of all you WRITE BEAUTIFULLY WTF, I KISS YOUR HANDS FOR CREATING SOMETHING AMAZING. The HC's of Jiro???? THE OS????? Bruh, I love you, I fucking love you.

So, if you don't mind... Could you make out of the same Affection HC's with Yuri??? 🥺💕 Do it and I'll give you my soul and fidelity for the rest of my life, thankyou.

–🍄(or fungi)

AAAAAAAAA yooooo thank you so much 🍄anon! I'm so glad you liked it xD!! also can i just say; you sound like a fun guy (sorry i have chronic "needs to make a pun" syndrome)

Yuri is such a loser (affectionate), I love him so much :( so...

♫Yuri Isami Affection Headcanons♫

♬Synopsis: how does Yuri Isami show and receive affection? Is it true that he likes being called 'sweet'? find out here :3

♬Tags: Yuri Isami, kind of romantic but not inherently, MC with no description, cringe :3, fluff, a bit suggestive for one second, hehehe

♬Notes: I formatted this the same as the Jiro ones, lemme know if you want more characters :3 I'll eventually make like a masterlist thing if we have more than 4 lolol

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Yuri Isami has a bit of a reputation around campus... Sure, pretty much everyone knows he's really smart and that he's already published a bunch of academic papers before he even graduated, but he also gets bullied, a lot, for being kind of an oddball, so when it comes to affection, he is a bit cautious... So that no one thinks he's distracted or anything, not because he gets bullied.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ Showing ꕥ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

He has a modus operandi that is extremly obvious in canon with other things, so I assume it carries out to him showing affection... THIS MAN IS A TSUNDARE.

Alright, so, the very fact he has allowed you to be around him in the first place is a privilege that you should cherish and be thankful for, ignore the fact that he was the one who demanded your company.

When he wants to show affection he begins by finding a way to make you give him affection and then acts like he's doing you a massive favour that you literally begged him for.

In his head, he did that very confidently and slyly, and you can never pick up on it; he tricked you!

In reality he is a stuttering, blushing mess and asked for whatever it was while fidgeting with his hands and looking away -- you'd be evil not to agree ngl

He thinks he's confident with everything else when it comes to affection; in his head he's like "ha-ah! I had embraced MC with a great passion!" and in reality he is shaking and about to cry because the hug is comfortable and you're so close to him.

His favourite form of affection is letting you sit around him while he works, so long as you're not bothering him.

He will text you to come over urgently for a really important thing and then blank realizing he has nothing real to ask you to do, so he'll tell you to sit somewhere and then proceed to stare at you every once in a while as he works lolol, you can tell he's looking at you because he's suddenly sweating a bit and he always clears his throat.

Once more, in his own head he's like "MC has not noticed, in fact, MC is staring at me"

He LOVES holding hands, but is the kind to do it as a designated activity, ie. he would grab your hand, and then stand there holding it for a few minutes, growing more and more sweaty and red, and then he'll be like "Yes, that is sufficent" and let it go lmfao.

When he gets more comfortable and realize you're not going to bully him, his favourite physical affection will transition to hugging.

To him it's sudden, unplanned hugs, but to you, Yuri is approaching slowly with shaken arms and then very cautiously holds you against him for a bit.

He's really sweet, like really really sweet, but he's gone through a lot of mean name calling and dishonest interactions with people, so it takes him a while to feel safe.

Yuri isn't the best at figuring out his own signals, like he feels as though he wants to hug you, but doesn't realize it's because he's sad or anxious, so when you do hug, he suddenly crumbles :((

His highest form of affection is allowing you to see him cry.

Beyond the physical aspect of affection, which as I established, he's a bit slow with, Yuri shows most of his affection from a safe distance using his words.

"Your attire suits you well!" or "You're a competent helper!"

He has enough confidence to say things that are a bit impersonal, but when he gets more comfortable these become, "I enjoy your company" and "You look good" But those are stuttered while he looks away.

Hear me out; hand kisses. IT'S SAFE ENOUGH, so he can do it quite well. He'll grab your hand and slowly raise it to his face, giving you a gentle, barely noticeable kiss on your knuckles, and then look up at you hoping you get the hint and do something further.

That's his way to initiate more contact, he'll do it, and then when you don't move away or call him gross or anything awful like that (because of course you won't), he'll start kissing up your arm until he reaches your face and stops there for even more confirmation that you're alright with it. If you pull him in and kiss him on the lips he will fidget for a second and then kiss you back really intensely.

Guess what? he will still act like you're the one that seduced him into it, of course you did, asdjasskdafhadf

He wants to be affectionate, but it takes him a while to get there, so please be nice to him, but also be patient with the poor guy, he's trying.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ Receiving ꕥ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

Because of what we've established, Yuri needs you to be more straight-forward with him. Trust he loves everything you do, but he will attempt to push you away at every single turn.

He loves when you show up for him:

Come to the lab and put a jacket over his shoulders, massage his shoulders a little bit, sit beside him quietly and let him put his head on your shoulder, caress his head a bit.

If he falls asleep you better let him sleep and not move, also you're lucky because that's him lowering his guard to the extreme.

He looks so cute when he sleeps, you just wanna kiss his forehead and play with his hair gently, he's literally so so cute.

TELL HIM WHEN HE WAKES UP.

Okay look, praise the f out of this guy.

"You're so sweet, Yuri." , "You've done so well today." , "You're so smart" , "So pretty" , "Good job"

Especially if you give him a quick peck on the head after you say it, or like wrap your hands around him. Depending on his mood that day he might be on the verge of tears, but he'll always mummble a little "okay..." or something and melt into you.

Yuri not only loves praise, he really needs it, so on days he feels better; as I said, he's a tsundare so he'll be like "of course I am" or "ah! your praise will get you nowhere.... good try though." but he's invented a new shade of red in the meantime and is avoiding your gaze.

LOVES when you text him that you miss him or ask when you can come visit, because it saves him time making up a reason, and also he can use it against you because you're the one who begged him to visit.

For proper kisses, you need to give him a clear, verbal warning, otherwise he freaks out and goes "wHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he likes being prepared for it so he can hype himself up mentally before it happens.

You know how I mentioned he'll kiss up your arm? yeah, the little hand kiss he does is how you know he wants more of you, if you cut to the chase and immediately pull him in for a kiss, he'll be soooo happy, because you really really need him, don't you?

Anything that boosts his ego, truly his ego is a front, he's not confident at all, so if you make him feel like he is confident, he will be really pleased.

Pepper. him. with. kisses. he will giggle at this by the way, and he will like it.

Hold his hand, smooth your fingers over his.

Will die if you call him "my", like, he is yours, but you don't have to mention it, it's too much for him to handle :(

"Aww my sweet baby" and he's jumping so high he shoots through the ceiling and then starts walking in circles until you grab him and hug him tightly.

Y'know what you should do? Tell him he's the best and that people who speak badly about him are all losers, make sure everyone sees you hold him, praise him behind his back (he can still hear you and you know this) when defending him in front of other people, deliberately make sure Jin knows you like Yuri, really rub it in his face too lmfao

Basically he is baby.

[thatacotargirl]

Dazelroot Daze: Reawakening the Bond

Thank you to all of your for your love and support on Dazelroot Daze! It has blown me away!

I hope you enjoy this follow-up instalment to the Reader's story, as kindly requested by @maryssong23

Tagging @a-courtof-azriel

An Azriel x Reader Imagine

Y/N's POV

It had been four years since everything had changed. Four years since the poisoning, since the amnesia, and since your life had been upended, reshaped, and ultimately, healed.

At first, it had felt like you were living in a fog, surrounded by the faces of your family but not quite able to connect with them fully. You could remember the fragments - the love you had for them, the pain of what had happened - but the deeper details remained buried, locked away in the dark cornera of your mind.

But time had a way of unraveling things, like a thread pulled loose from an old sweater. The memories, the good and the bad, began to surface slowly, one by one. They came to you in pieces - an image, a smell, a sound - and it was like piecing together a puzzle of a life you’d once known. It was disorienting at first, but with each passing day, you became more attuned to the ebb and flow of your memories.

Azriel had been there every step of the way. His patience and understanding was a constant anchor for you. He quietly supported you, giving you space when needed and offering comfort when the weight of the past became too much.

The rest of the Inner Circle had done the same. Feyre, Nesta, Elain, and Mor were all there, in their own ways, helping you rebuild what had been lost. They had all seen you at your worst and your most vulnerable. And now, as your memories began to return, they were there to help you sift through them.

One of the hardest parts had been learning to accept the pieces of yourself that were still broken. The version of you before the Dazelroot Daze, before the silence, the forgetting, was gone, and in her place stood someone different. Not lesser, not damaged, just…different. There were days the memories came back in gentle pieces, and days they slammed into you like a wave you hadn’t braced for. But you learned to breathe through them. You learned to meet your reflection without flinching, to sit with your struggles without shame. And in that stillness, you began to recognise your own strength.

Azriel had stayed through it all, unwavering, but he hadn’t been alone. Your family, the Inner Circle, had stood at your side, never rushing you, never letting go.

And you remembered the morning it all began, the moment they finally saw that you had come back to them.

-

The morning after, when you woke up, everything felt different. The world was brighter, but the edges were blurred, like the colours hadn’t quite settled in your mind yet.

On unsteady feet, with Azriel's scarred hand in yours, you made your way to the dining room where the Inner Circle - your family - was sat for breakfast.

Rhys had been the first to speak. “Y/n?” he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

You took a breath, your eyes flicking to Azriel, who gave you a soft, encouraging smile. “I remember,” you said softly, the words feeling like a weight being lifted from your chest. You looked at each of them, a quiet calm settling over you. “I remember.”

Feyre had gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she rushed to hug you. “Oh, Y/n, I’m so happy,” she whispered, holding you tightly.

But before anyone could say anything else, Cassian’s booming voice cut through the moment.

“Alright, alright, we get it! Y/n’s memories are back. Can someone tell me if breakfast is ready yet? I’m starving!”

Everyone turned to look at him, blinking in disbelief. Cassian only grinned back at them. “I’m just saying, we should really have a celebration breakfast, you know? Y/n’s back to remembering, and we need pancakes. Lots of pancakes.”

Azriel had raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to suppress a smile. “Cassian, really?” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Cassian only grinned wider. “Yes, really! You can’t celebrate a return of memories without food. It’s practically a rule.” He paused for effect. “Now, who’s making breakfast?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound a little shaky at first, but genuine. It was a moment of normality, something that had felt so far out of reach for so long. And you realised, as you sat there amongst your family’s laughter, that things were slowly returning to what they had been. Your memories, though difficult, were coming back. And with them, the love of your family - Cassian’s humor, Feyre’s quiet strength, Rhys’ protective care, Nesta’s fiery loyalty, Elain’s gentle presence, and Azriel’s unwavering support. With them, you would find your way back to yourself.

-

So yes. Four years later, you had come a long way. The past still surfaced in waves, but you were learning to live with it, to embrace it. It wasn’t easy, but you were getting there.

And you and Azriel? Well, you were simply finding each other again.

And this time, you would never let go.

[analog-autistic]

fake dash with various of my ocs. different “sets” of ocs will be separated with a — for my own sanity

previous oc fake dash (good lort that’s from October. oh my god)

also @fake-post-archive hope you don’t mind me tagging you!! ^^

“🔦 madmandelian” (and all other users in that section) are mandela catalogue ocs! everything else is my own stories)

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>be me

>member of the followers of the light

>im “not perfect” (intersex + autistic) so everyone is shitty

>under 20 so I can’t leave without my parents permission

>ask “too many” questions about things that don’t make sense to me

>they literally sew my mouth shut with magic

what do I do chat

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I have a suggestion

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#i mean????? #what other choices do I have yk. #but also. im scared

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invading children of the ab*ss territory on my own wish me luck

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HELP I FUCKED UP

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lmao

#another one bites the dust. i suppose #i should show this to beetle #the hypnotist’s yips #edit: beetle’s addition to this is “it’s not an invasion if you’re alone and also a dumbass”

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Anonymous asked: you really shouldn’t be using “M.A.D.” in such a cutesy and romanticized way, it’s a really serious epidemic :/ especially since I don’t really believe that you have it, because you’ve never posted about it.

breaking news: I don’t want to talk about my wildly debilitating trauma with random internet strangers

#what a shocking revelation #ashleyanswers

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one of my friends says she got a computer virusss!!! everyone place your bets on if it’s a normal virus or if it’s the alternates again

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you’ll never guess what fucking happened

#man in the tv needs to fuck offfffffffff #bitch you have done ENOUGH #computer viruses #mandela daily life #<< such a funny tag #tw alt mention #tw alternate mention

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i am normal and can be trusted with your home address

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okay! :)

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what does this mean

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hello?? it’s been like a week what do you mean by this

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HELLO??

#HI! HI! #IT LITERALLY JUST STARED AT ME FOR LIKE 5 HOURS TILL I PASSED OUT #AND THEN IT DISAPPEARED!!! #I DONT KNOW IF ITS STILL IN MY HOUSE OR NOT!! #tw alternates #tw alternate #cw alternates #cw alternate

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watching over my lil sister for a bit (simon) (god of chaos u kno her) and. zomg girl u r fucked UP /aff

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there is nothing wrong with playing touys . :(

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hoomans aren’t toyz

ur “simon says”-ing them to kill eachother in increasingly grotesque wayz

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can’t a girl have some whimsy around here

#i do still mean that affectionately. ur my lil sister i love you #<< awww thanks :3 #simon says: read my post

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quick question for older forest spirits: is there a way for me to get piercings??

if it helps, im a vulture skull ^^

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You should not get piercings AT ALL! It is blasphemy against The Great Forest Deity and worship of the Deities Of Rebellion!

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get off the internet grandpa

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#i am saying something

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help i wanna worship god of parties but my parents are the worst and won’t let me do anything what do

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dw bestie I’ll smite them fur u X3

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HUH

#hello??? god of partying themself reblogged my post?????? #sure ??? #rawring into the void

[amarguerite]

I think maybe my take away from this national nightmare is that American voters are on average trapped on the first level of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs l. and the price of groceries is literally the make or break issue for most, to the point where it doesn’t matter why the grocery bill is higher or who can control that or how it can be controlled

[my-life-is-falling-apart]

I'm guilty as charged for leading you on a lie that I know is easy to see

In which Grian believes his friends would hate him if they knew he was a Watcher.

In this fic everyone knows about The Watchers, but to everyone but Grian (because he knows more about them) their just god-like entities who make them do murder games

Title from Fine, great by Modern Baseball

Takes place after session 4, before session 5 (Wild Life)

AO3 version

Grian had stayed in the server after the others left, and was about to leave when he tripped over something but he caught himself before he fell.

"That was close...huh?!" Small wings covered his eyes, he felt feathers tickling his ears. Oh no. No no no! Grian tried peel the wings away from his eyes but they wouldn't budge.

He sighed before giving up and opening his new eyes that appeared on his wings. With the eye above his hair he looked at his wings, once bright and colorful were now a purple and black shade.

"That was a pathetic attempt." Grian turned towards the voice."You?! Of all you guys it could be..." He said annoyedly. "I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you." The Watcher said. Grian rolled his eyes, "What do you want? I'm kinda busy right now."

The Watcher sighed "Busy with what? Because look we'll forgive you running away if you just join us again already!" He glared at them, "Yeah that's a hard no. I'm busy because I'm going to my friends soon." They laughed at him.

"What" Grian said getting more annoyed. "You really think those mortals are your friends Oh please, tell me you don't actually believe that?!" They said with a cruel laugh. Grian sighed "Just shut up and go away!"

"Look I'm not here to fight, I'm here to make you see reason." The Watcher said. You, reason?! Ha! The Watcher's are the opposite of reason. He didn't dare to say it out loud though, because that would end badly and sometimes he knows when to shut up. "And just how are you gonna do that oh great one" he said sarcastically.

"Watch your tone!" They jabbed a wing at Grian, who jumped back with a glare. The Watcher toke a deep breath "Do you honestly think they'd still be friends with you if they, I dunno, found out you're a Watcher?" Grian froze "..." "That's what I thought." They said.

"They- they would! Because unlike you guys, they actually care about others and actually like me for who I am!" He shouted.

The Watcher sighed "That's exactly why they'd hate you. They care to much about each other to ever like you, so save yourself from that inevitable betrayal and just join." Grian shook his head "NO! JUST GO AWAY!" They glared at him.

"If you're sooooo convinced being a mortal is better, then you'll suffer the consequences." He backed away slowly "So can I just lea- AAAA!" The Watcher gave him a harsh shove, making him fall over.

Grian stumbled backwards, his extra eyes and wings disappearing, and fell. He sat up "You have got to be kidding me. YOU COULD'VE HAVE JUST OH I DON'T KNOW LET ME LEAVE!?"

He shouted in a random direction. Grian sighed quietly They have a point...Not that I would join them but they probably right that the others would hate me if the knew about... this.

Which is why it's a secret. No one has to know and everything will be fine.

[acoustic-crayons]

Poor Junior, all he wanted was to learn archery from his uncles, and now he's in the hospital with his dad

[Pic inspired by @renjaminnifer's post]

[freshiegayboi]

All the Sanses playing "never had I ever" and it getting steamy. Except Blue has drunk every single time for anything they could think of. Everyone has a conniption.

you. you get it /lh

went with the ever fun Blue and the Bad Sans Poly for this, just to keep it funky lol enjoy!!

(this one gets a little nsfw, so its under the cut for talk about kinks and suggestive stuff. please do not read if you are under 18!!)

~.~

Laughter filled the castle, and had been for a couple hours. The longer the drinks were brought out, the louder the gleeful sounds got, until Nightmare finally cut them off. Water only, but as a consolation he permitted them to play a few group games, without his supervision.

He knew they were less likely to try anything violent with how drunk they'd all gotten, but he was also fairly likely to come back to something less than innocent if he didn't give them something else to do.

It was Horror that had recommended Never Have I Ever, a simple game that while usually had alcoholic drinks accompanying it, was easily supplemented with weird sodas. Blue had agreed easily; surely it couldn't get too bad.

Now armed with ranch, bacon, bubblegum and other various flavored sodas, they started in almost immediately on the most hardcore things they could think of.

"Never have I ever kissed someone until they couldn't breathe!" Killer said, smirking as both Horror and Cross blinked, then took a drink, grimacing at the taste of synthetic bacon. All of them did a double take, however, when Blue also took a drink. He didn't seem to notice them all staring at him until he glanced up from his phone, his sockets widening.

"What?"

Killer shook himself out of his shock, waving a hand. "You're just a lot more kinky than we thought, Baby Blue, that's all! Your turn Dusty~"

Dust gave him a look, then signed a quick "Never have I ever spanked anyone."

This time Killer took a drink, gagging at the horrendous taste of fake bubblegum, as well as Cross. But they all stared as, once again, Blue took a drink with them.

"...Blue?" Horror asked, Blue startling as he realized they were all staring at him again with something only definable as total shock.

"What? I like impact play!"

Horror blinked, but shrugged. "Alright. My turn, I guess. Never have I ever... Used a knife on somebody."

Killer raised a brow, Horror huffing a laugh as he supplemented a "Sexually."

Dust took a drink. Killer took a drink. Blue took a drink.

And once again, they all stared. Blue stared back, perplexed through the state of being drunk off his ass, and finally said...

"...I've literally done all these things with you guys."

And well. There was truth to that, wasn't there?

[glittercakes]

Since it’s Halloween, how about we do a spooky (and also kind of sad) headcanons set, concerning the Portrait Ghosts of Luigi’s Mansion?

(TW for fire and death, including that of several children and a dog, as brief mentions of decapitation and a heart attack. Yeah, pretty morbid compared to my regular stuff, but that’s Luigi’s Mansion for you!)

The loud majority of them were friends and family of E Gadd, perishing when their mansion burned down during a party, after the house was struck by a mysterious bolt of lightning (which was strange, because there wasn’t even a storm). The only reason that E Gadd (who was about 20) survived was because he was away at the time. He built the Portraitficationizer in order to try to seal away their souls and let them rest.

Spoiler Alert: It did not work.

The mansion that Luigi would end up exploring was largely based on the original home of the Gadds (not an exact replica, but there’s still some similarities)

To go into more detail:

Neville Gadd: The husband of Lydia, the biological father of Henry, Orville, and Chauncey, and the adoptive father of Elvin, taking him in after his parents died in a car accident when he was ten. He died in an attempt to save his wife and unborn child.

Lydia Gadd (née van Gore): The wife of Neville, biological mother of Henry, Orville, and Chauncey, and the adoptive mother of E Gadd. She died while pregnant with her youngest son.

Chauncey Gadd: The unborn child of Neville and Lydia, and would-be younger brother to Elvin, Henry, and Orville. He wasn’t even alive yet when the fire happened, and was instead born as a ghost with help from Madame Clairvoya.

Albrecht and Giselle Whirlinda (née van Gore): Lydia’s younger sister and brother-in-law. They died in each other’s arms when the fire reached them.

Sebastian Shivers: The loyal butler of the Gadd family. He was at the direct epicenter of the fire, which is why he is so afraid of it.

Melody Pianissima: E Gadd’s friend and girlfriend of Biff Atlas. She accepted her fate and was able to play one last song, going out in a literal blaze of glory.

(Bonus: The song she played is actually the Luigi’s Mansion theme, and Luigi (thanks to his odd attunement to the supernatural) was able to hear it throughout the mansion and finds himself humming along to it)

Mr. Trevor Luggs: A neighbor of the Gadd family and brother of Miss Petunia. He knew he was about to die, so he decided to go out doing what he loved, eating and eating until his heart gave out.

(Bonus: In my version, he plays a large role in the reveal of E Gadd’s connection to the portrait ghosts. Instead of rice, he appears to be eating a strange dish. Later, when E Gadd says he’s making “pickled dandelions with barnacles in a diesel marmalade”, Luigi recognized that as what Mr. Luggs was eating, prompting him to press the issue and get E Gadd to reveal what’s going on)

Spooky: The beloved dog of the Gadd family. He stayed with his family right until the very end.

Bogmire: He was never alive to begin with, and was instead a being born from the fear and despair that all the victims felt the night of the fire. Of course, he’s not too sure what to fear or despair these days…

Biff Atlas: A friend of E Gadd’s and the boyfriend of Melody Pianissima. He sadly was not strong enough to escape from the flames.

Miss Petunia Luggs: The elder sister of Mr. Luggs and neighbor of the Gadd family. She was taking a shower during the incident, and she slipped and fell in the tub while trying to run away.

(Bonus: The reason she looks like a pig as a ghost is due to a curse placed on her by a jealous beauty pageant rival, making her soul a reflection of her greed. Petunia did not take her seriously until it was too late, and Clairvoya was unable to reverse it.)

Natasha “Nana” Gadd: The mother of Grimmly and Neville and grandmother to his four sons. The scarf she was knitting only served as kindling for the fire.

Slim Bankshot: A neighbor of the Gadd family. He was playing pool against himself when the incident happened.

Henry and Orville Gadd: The twin children of Neville and Lydia, brothers of Elvin and Chauncey. They picked too good of a hiding place and were trapped at the time of the fire.

Madame Clairvoya: A member of the Tribe of Ancients, who died of an illness long before the other ghosts, unable to warn them of their untimely demise. She watched over the house in the past and helped the recently deceased adjust to their new circumstances, even helping to create Chauncey.

Uncle Grimmly Gadd: The older brother of Neville and uncle of Elvin, Henry, Orville, and Chauncey. He was alone at the time of the fire, which suited him just fine.

Privates Redford, Greenley, and Blueson: They were never alive to begin with, instead being toy soldiers that belonged to a toy maker/dark magician before being purchased by Neville and Lydia as a gift for the twins.

(Bonus: Their creator is the father of the one who cursed Petunia, and they got their magic due to being descended from the Tribe of Darkness.)

Sue Pea Whirlinda: The daughter of Albrecht and Giselle and cousin to the Gadd boys. She was napping in the guest room, and she had a quick death of smoke inhalation.

Jarvis McJarvis: A ghost of a man who was decapitated long ago, whose head has taken to living in a jar. Nobody really knows what his deal is, not even Clairvoya.

Sir Weston Chilton: A neighbor of the Gadd family. He was so traumatized by his death in the fire that he took to staying in the cold storage, as it reminds him of the freezing mountains he used to explore.

Vincent Van Gore: The father of Lydia and Giselle, and grandfather to their respective children. He was driven mad as a ghost, and eventually unlocked the secret to giving his creations the life that was stolen from him.

And the culprit of all this? None other than King Boo. E Gadd managed to offend him and his Boos in some way, so he decided to take revenge by destroying his home and family. This is what prompted E Gadd to take such an interest in ghosts, to make sure nothing like this happens again (Although, considering that this is E Gadd, his methods are not necessarily the best…). When King Boo went to free Boolossus, he decided to also free the Portrait Ghosts to not only help with his scheme against the Mario Bros, but also to torment E Gadd some more.

After the events of the game, Luigi convinces E Gadd to release the ghosts from their paintings (except for Boolossus and King Boo, for obvious reasons) and uses the money he gathered from the adventure to build them a new mansion, allowing them to live the rest of their afterlives in peace.

And that’s it! Let me know what you think!

[orellazalonia]

The Silence Between Us

Summary: When a mission goes wrong and you resort to bad habits, one of the last teammates you expected finds you. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader)

Trigger Warnings: Descriptions and acts of SELF-HARM. Failed mission. Mentions of civilians death. Minors DNI. Angst. Sort of comfort at the end.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: I wanted angst and have had this idea for a bit. Reader & Bucky are not in a relationship in this. As always, please read the warnings. You are responsible for the media you consume. Let me know if I should add something else to the warnings, tags, or anything else.

You hadn’t meant for anyone to get hurt. It was supposed to be a routine mission: intel, extract, and get out. But something went wrong. Of course it did. The detonation happened too early and the blast wave swallowed a civilian transport before you could shield it. You watched the fire bloom, bright and furious, as the screams rung loud. Then the silence that followed.

You stood numbly while the team regrouped. They didn’t say anything, not really. Steve gave you a tight nod. Clint didn’t meet your eyes. Natasha’s mouth pressed into a thin line, the kind that said everything and nothing all at once. You could still feel the warmth of the explosion near your face, even hours later. You couldn’t stop seeing their faces.

So you slipped away.

The Tower was quiet, save for the hum of the lights and the occasional sound of Friday responding to someone else. You knew no one would come looking, not tonight. Not after what you did and what you failed to do. You made it to your room, but didn’t stay there. Instead, you found yourself in the bathroom with trembling hands and blurry vision. The guilt was like tar in your lungs, thick and suffocating. You tried breathing through it, tried telling yourself you didn’t mean to, but your voice cracked before you got past the first word.

And then you saw the blade.

It was instinct, not thought. You weren’t even sure why your fingers wrapped around it, why you sat down on the cold tile floor and rolled up your sleeve like it was some rehearsed choreography. You just needed something. Something sharp, something real, something that hurt more than your head and your heart. The sting was almost welcome. It focused the pain. Made it tangible and controlled.

You didn’t notice the blood until it had already patterned the grout like inkblots.

You didn’t move from the floor as the blade slipped from your fingers. It clattered against the tile, but the sound was too soft, too far away. You were somewhere else now, drifting in that space where everything is slowed down and sound becomes distant, muffled, like your ears were underwater. Your breath hitched and your chest tightened, but the tears still refused to fall. Part of you had already shut down.

You stared at your arm. At the red lines, thin but vivid, like cracks in porcelain. They weren’t deep enough, not fatal. You hadn’t meant to go that far. Or maybe you had, you didn’t know. You couldn’t tell what was intentional anymore. Everything felt heavy and hollow at the same time, resembling the feeling of a black hole that had opened inside you, pulling everything inward. Every ounce of guilt, every mistake, every scream you couldn’t stop echoing in your mind.

You didn’t want to think how you looked like.

You had caught your reflection earlier by accident. Your face was pale, jaw tight, eyes…empty. You certainly didn’t look like yourself. You wanted to punch the glass, to shatter it, to make the outside match the inside. But your body had been too tired. Too numb. The only thing you could feel now was the warm, sticky drag of blood as it crept down your skin.

You curled in on yourself, knees pulled tight to your chest, one arm wrapped around your ribs, the other held away like something foreign, something broken. You wished the floor would crack open and swallow you whole. You wished you could disappear.

The thoughts came in waves. You should have died instead of them. They didn’t sign up for this. You did. You promised to protect people. The words felt like knives. And you took them all, again and again, let them bury themselves in your spine until there was nothing left to do but breathe shallowly and wait. Wait for the blood to dry, for the guilt to rot you from the inside out.

Not caring how long you sat there with your head down, eyes closed. You didn’t even hear the door open.

Maybe it was unlocked. Maybe you’d forgotten to lock it in your haze. Or maybe he just picked it, quiet as death, like he’d been trained to be. You barely flinched when the soft creak of the hinges gave him away. But your eyes didn’t lift. You stayed there, folded up like paper, still bleeding, still silent. You didn’t have the energy to care or do anything else.

There was a pause. A breath.

“…Shit.”

His voice wasn’t loud. It was low, rough, somewhere between a curse and a sigh. You knew that voice though. It was the one that rarely spoke to you. Not out of cruelty. Just…distance. He was always at the edge of the group, a little like you. Watching more than participating. Following orders, fighting hard, and saying little. You never expected him to be the one standing in your bathroom doorway, taking in the sight of you broken on the floor.

But there he was.

Bucky didn’t rush. He didn’t bark your name or kneel with some dramatic flare. Instead, he stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The kind of silence that settles before a storm. You heard the faint clink of metal fingers curling into a fist, then loosening.

“You’re bleeding,” He said.

You let out a weak, joyless sound. It might’ve been a laugh. Might’ve been a sob. “Yeah. Noticed.”

You didn’t look up, knowing his eyes flickered to the bloody blade beside your broken form.

There was more silence. But it wasn’t empty this time, it was tense. A wire pulled too tight. Then the sound of fabric shifting. Movement. You felt the air change as he knelt beside you, just barely close enough to be felt but not touched.

“I saw what happened today,” Bucky murmured. “You think I don’t know what that does to someone?”

You turned your face away, more toward the tile. “I killed them.”

“No,” He said. “You didn’t.”

Your laugh came again, sharper this time. Bitter. “That’s not how it looked.”

Bucky didn’t argue. He didn’t feed you platitudes or repeat what Steve might’ve said. Instead, he shifted again, setting something down beside him. A towel? Maybe his jacket? You didn’t look. You couldn’t. But his voice stayed low, grounded.

“You freeze up when it happens,” He said, like he was talking to himself more than you. “The explosion. The screaming. It’s like your body remembers too much. You forget how to move. How to breathe.”

You said nothing.

“I’ve had days like that,” Bucky continued. “Too many. Days where I couldn’t even look at my hands without seeing the blood that wasn’t mine. That’s not something you can just… walk off.”

You blinked hard. Your vision blurred with tears that finally, finally started to fall. “I just wanted to save them.”

“I know,” He said, almost a whisper.

There was a long pause before you felt the faintest touch, metal fingers brushing yours. Not grabbing. Not pulling. Just… being there. Present. Steady. You didn’t pull away. Not this time.

You still hadn’t looked at him, but it didn’t matter.

“I’m not good at this,” He exhaled. “But I know what it’s like to be drowning in your own head. So don’t sit in it alone.”

Your voice cracked when you asked, “Why are you here?”

Bucky was quiet for a moment. Then he said something so quiet it nearly disappeared:

“Because I saw myself in you.”

He didn’t wait for your answer. Instead, he stood, the scrape of his boots on the tile echoing softly, and walked toward the small cabinet in the corner. You could hear the rustling of supplies: bandages, antiseptic, gauze, who knows what else. The faint sound of a drawer sliding open. He moved like someone who had done this before, not hurried, not hesitant, just deliberate.

You stayed still, frozen against the cold bathroom floor, not knowing what to do with the sudden tenderness in his actions. There was something surreal about it. The way he was treating you with a care that no one had given you for so long, maybe ever. The coldness of the tiles beneath your legs was starting to seep into your bones, but you didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

When he returned, it was with the first aid kit in his hands, but his expression was a bit softer, unguarded. He didn’t try to force you to look at him. Didn’t demand anything of you. He simply sat beside you again, pulling a disinfectant wipe from the kit and placing it in his lap.

He didn’t rush, didn’t say a word, as he took your arm gently, the metal of his prosthetic cool against your skin. His touch was careful, as if you were fragile in a way that didn’t show, like something beneath the surface was breaking, even though you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel it yet. His thumb brushed lightly over the cuts: too small, too shallow, but enough to leave marks.

"Let me clean them," He looked at you, his voice calm but firm.

You didn’t pull away. Not because you trusted him completely, but because you felt like you were too far gone to care about anything else.

He started with the first cut, swabbing at the wound with the antiseptic wipe, the sting of it sharp and biting. You flinched, but he was there, steady. His eyes were fixed on your arm, on the task at hand. You could feel his focus: no judgment, just intent to heal, to make the pain go away, if only for a moment.

You know you should have fought harder. Made sure to lock the door. Pushed him away. The man who had been through hell and back didn’t need to deal with this. But for some reason, he was. You didn’t know what it meant either and that scares you. Your thoughts were interrupted once more.

"You don’t have to talk," Bucky murmured after a beat, his voice low, just for you. "I know you’re not ready for that. But, know you don’t have to carry this alone. We all carry our own ghosts.”

You didn't say anything. His fingers worked efficiently, bandaging your wounds with gentle precision. The silence stretched on, but it wasn’t tense or suffocating this time. It was comforting in its quietness, like two people who didn’t need words to understand the weight of everything that had happened today. The first aid kit was closed, the sound of it calming, rhythmic.

When he finished, he looked at you, his metal hand hovering near your shoulder, as though waiting for permission. You didn’t pull away. You didn’t ask him to leave. You were still, lost in the feeling of someone caring for you in a way you hadn’t expected. Bucky didn’t press for anything. He simply let his hand rest on your shoulder.

“You’re not what happened today,” He stated quietly, his thumb brushing across the fabric of your sleeve, the touch almost tender. “You’re not what you think you are. You don’t need to punish yourself for the things out of your control.”

You didn’t know how to answer him, so you didn’t. The quietness in the room felt like a balm, the silence enveloping you like a weighted blanket. His presence was like the steady rhythm of a heartbeat, strong and unwavering. You didn’t feel the need to hide, not with him sitting beside you, patient and understanding.

Finally, he spoke again. “You need rest.” His voice was softer, quieter now, as though he knew it wasn’t just physical healing you needed. “Let me help you to your bed. Rest a little. I’ll stay if you want me to.”

You still didn’t respond or move. But this time, when his hand gently urged you to your feet, you let yourself follow his lead. You took another breath, closing your eyes just for a moment. For in that quiet space, you weren’t alone.

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Billy Lenz headcanons 2

Part two baby let's go

TW: child abuse, animal death again :( though I don't really get into the details of either of it

Grew up in a kind of suburban/rural like area, not totally isolated but definitely a bit remote, so a lot of things that happened in the Lenz household went unnoticed by the wider community

Lived close by to a pig farm as a child, hearing their grunts and squeals all day and all night. He quickly adopted the sounds, and now grunting and squealing and snorting are a stim to him. Though, because of this he often got compared to pigs by his family as a child :( he did sometimes sneak away to the pig farm to look at the pigs to get away from his house

Had a crooked broken nose. He either got it broken by one of his parents or Agnes broke it in self defense

As stated in the last part, he loves movies, and one of his absolute favorite ones is the shining. Jack Nicholson is one of his favorite actors, and he watched most of his filmography- exept one flew over the cuckoo's nest. He can't handle that one, it's too real for him

Likes those adult oriented animated movies that came out during the 70's-80's like Fritz the cat, Fantastic planet, Rock and rule, and so on. He also very much enjoys who framed Roger rabbit and cool world, though not really for their technical breakthroughs (perv)

I can see him also appreciating eastern block animated films if he ever got his hands on them, like Russian fairy tale animated films and early Hungarian folk tales, János vitéz etc.

Last unicorn enjoyer but prefers the book to the animated movie (though he enjoys both)

Doesn't really like Disney animated movies though (exept for Roger rabbit). The ones that came out during his adulthood were too "kiddie" for his tastes, and the ones from his childhood trigger him greatly

Has Italian heritage

Hates hippies, though likes a couple of bands that can be considered to make hippie/stoner music like Pink Floyd and the Doors

Yes he relates to Pink from the acclaimed concept album/rock opera movie Pink Floyd's The Wall why do you ask

Every weed is scary weed to him, don't let this man bake

Cat's are his favorite animal, aside from pigs, and he would feed the local stray cats as a child

Would honestly be catkin in a modern au

Garfield is his favorite mediocre but cute Saturday morning comic strip <3 he relates to Jon a lot

Doesn't like children, they freak him out, he would never want to have children and that's for the best

Has an appreciation for naive/amateur/outsider art, and he himself does make his own collages and drawings from time to time, whenever he's mentally stable enough to do that. His works are crude, both technically and thematically, and there is a very morbid quality to them. One of his great inspirations is Henry Darger

Has hoarder tendencies

Loves soft things, like blankets, pillows and plushies. His nest in the attic is like the most comfortable pillow fort there is

Yes the plushies are stolen directly from children

Honestly has his own collection of small, tinny , insignificant shinny things he found/stole. If he ever gets his own place his house would look like Howl Movingcastles room just more... Dirty and covered in cat hair

Liked to lay out all the things he stole from the girls in the sorority house on the attic floor, and admire his spoils from time to time

Yes he is a panty snatcher why do you ask

Doesn't like people staring/looking at him, though he himself has a staring problem

Is afraid of dogs, he got bitten by a stray dog one time when he ran away from home when he was just three years old. A stranger who just so happened to be passing by saw what was happening and defended him, killing the dog in the process. Then he took Billy right back to his family home, like any good Samaritan would. Sometimes Billy's nightmares have bloody, gaping black dogs in them.