#but i might pay ten bucks for you to see this

[spookyweaselbones]

People keep calling Twitter the Titanic but the Titanic was never overrun with insufferable sycophants for the iceberg

[rotten-pomegranate]

Good morning 🌞, since requests are open, can I please get head cannon ask for how the adult trio with feitan, shalnark and phinks would react if reader successfully escaped them for years. Please I want reader to win just once 😭🙏🏾

Yes you can 💪🏻

I wasn’t sure if they were supposed to catch you in the end but I made like that

Warnings: mentions of torture, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of rape

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Feitan

Feitans gonna be pissed and offended that you have so little respect for him you escaped and when he finds you it’s hell

you should have killed yourself when you got away because the things he’s gonna do to you and Any friends you made along the way will make death seem like the better option by a lot

You don’t get any privileges your always chained up and you only get enough food and water to survive

He was being nice before, holding himself back, but not anymore now he does anything and everything he wants

Shalnark

He’s gonna be sad he knows he wasn’t the best but was he that bad?

He’s gonna track you down eventually, probably one of the quickest to find you, I’m talking three years or so

When he finds you he just mocks you, like you really thought he wouldn’t find you how cute

He’s gonna stick you with antenna a lot more often to make you do stuff you would never willingly do and he’s gonna make sure you remember every bit of it

Phinks

He’s heartbroken, you didn’t love him? Sure he kidnapped you but he was so nice, he got you gifts, fed you, never forced you to do anything and he let you do whatever you wanted in the fairly big house (he’s a but Delusional)

He’s a close second to shalnark when it comes to finding you in sense of time give or take about three and a half years

When he does find you he’s not gonna be as nice as he was before, your not gonna get sweet little gifts or the privilege to go around the house freely and he’s not gonna brush off your attitude anymore, from now on your getting locked away when you give him any sass

Chrollo

even though he tried his hardest to prevent it He knew it would happen eventually, he let his guard slip gave you to much freedom

It’s gonna take him about five years to find you because he has to focus on other stuff such as the troupe

When he gets you back your never gonna see the light of day again, your locked I and chained In his basement from now on and while it’s a nice basement with carpeted floors, a nice bathroom and a big bed with lots of fluffy blankets that he often joins you in your only there for his pleasure now

He regularly pins you down and forces you to do stuff that he didn’t make you do before whispering how it Could be different the whole time

Illumi

Illumi is savage, has every person in the zoldyck manor out looking for you and that intensity doesn’t go down if anything it gets worse the longer it takes to find you

It’ll take him about four years to find you and when he does your in for it

First he’s gonna beat you black and blue, he’s gonna break both you legs in the process and that’s the only thing you’ll be allowed to see a doctor about

He’s gonna try and get you pregnant as soon as he can and if you where kicking and screaming before he would have stopped but not anymore now your getting tied to the bed frame and having a gag in your mouth

Hisoka

He’s the calmest out of all of them, he knew it would happen, he’s not happy about it but he’s not a total mess like some of these guys

It’s not his top priority to find you but it is up there, so it’s gonna take him about seven years to find you

When he finds you your getting the beating of a life time, I’m talking broken ribs, and kicked out teeth, he will pay machi to come fix you up but he might do it again if you annoy him

He didn’t hit you before but he does now, oh you dropped a glass worth ten bucks? Your getting smacked up side the head

And lastly from now on when you sleep it’s on the cold ground with a chain leash attached to his bed frame around your neck no more comfortable pillows

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

[melodygatesauthor]

Goodnight, Princess

Yandere Dad's Best Friend - Santiago Garcia X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For @romana-after-dark's Dead Dove December event!

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.

This fic was written in first person from Santiago's perspective. I know that's not normally something I do, but if you give it a chance I think you'll like it hehe <3

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, non-con, dubious consent, rape, sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, masturbation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, non-consensual somnophilia, intoxication, implied murder, dad's best friend, age gap, voyeurism, hidden cameras. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 5.7k

I should’ve put a stop to it the second I realized it was you on the other side of that wall.

Don’t ask me how I knew. A good guess? A hunch? Maybe I’d known you so long that I could tell, based on some deep ingrained instinct, exactly what your lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. You sucked on it like you knew what you were doing, like it wasn’t a challenge for you to take something so big in that pretty little mouth.

I recognized the sound of your moans almost right away. The hum of your voice when you started sucking my dick was the same sound you made at dinner the other night when you popped a spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth. Does your dad know you’re doing this? Do you care? Do you ever worry about what he might say if he finds out?

Don’t worry princess, I'll keep your secret. 

Our secret.

I bet you never thought I would find out about your slutty little side job. To be entirely honest, I didn’t think I’d find you working at a place like this. If you know me at all, and I know for a fact that you do, then you’d know I’m a lonely man. Years of serving in the military and the endless night terrors have made it difficult to find any sort of real relationship, so I’ve given up. That doesn’t mean I don’t still have needs, sweetheart.

Everybody jerks off, and I’m no exception. I don’t even know how many nights I’ve been in my room, cock in hand while I watch some crappy porno to get myself off. Every once in a while though, I like to treat myself to a little something more. Most people treat themselves to some kind of dessert, or a nice bottle of wine, but I like to treat myself to a night at Club BJ where all the dirty men go to get their rocks off.

I never thought I’d find you there.

Not a chance in hell did I think for even a second that you would be sucking random cocks on the other side of a gloryhole to earn a few extra bucks. You’re so good at it though, princess. How did you learn to swirl your tongue like that? Hm? Was it all the boys at college who taught you how to do that? Did they tell you what a pretty little girl you are while your lips were stretched around them?

They better have. They better have said thank you when they finished all over that beautiful face too.

I couldn’t speak to you. I couldn’t let you know it was me on the other side of that wall, so I hope the $200 tip I left you gets the point across. 

When I got home tonight, you were running through my mind like a fucking hamster on a wheel. I’m not sure what to do now, but I can’t shake how bad I want to go back to the club for another round. I’d pay thousands, probably even tens of thousands, just to have more…

But I can’t do that. Not to you, and not to your dad.

That was the first and only time I’m going to know what it’s like to feel you sucking my cock.

—

There’s no possible way for you to know what you do to me, well, for you to know that it was me on the other side of the hole that you were making feel so fucking good. I’m coming back again, despite promising I wouldn’t. I’ve been trying so hard to let it go, but I fucking can’t. You’re like a goddamn siren luring me back to that shithole, and I can’t resist your call.

I’ll be back on Friday, because that’s the night they set the girls up with their asses sticking out through the wall. I would assume the club has you bent over some kind of table on the other side of that wall? I’m not sure, but Friday can’t come soon enough. I feel like I need you.

Maybe if you hadn’t looked at me the way you did when I saw you today at your dad’s for dinner. Were you looking at me like that on purpose, sweetheart? I mean, you must be…right? Or have I completely lost my shit?

I probably lost my shit, let’s be honest.

I’ve known your dad since high school. I even helped him beat up a guy that was hitting on your mom back when she and your dad had just started dating. I’m really not a bad guy, and I’ve never looked at you like this. I mean it. But how can I look at you any differently now? How can I look at you any differently after what you did to me? What you did for me.

“Santi, can you pass the butter?” You asked, looking at me, probably no different than usual but I couldn’t think of anything other than those pouty lips wrapped around my dick again.

Did you notice the way my hand shook when I handed you the butter dish? Maybe not, but they were trembling and to be honest it was fucking annoying. I’m a man in his late thirties and I can’t get a grip on the feelings I’m developing for my best friend's goddamn kid. It’s wrong, disgusting, hell I’d kill someone if you were my kid.

But you’re not, and I can’t fucking help it, even though I tried.

Maybe someday, if you ever find out about any of this, I’ll tell you about how much I hated myself (hell, I still hate myself sometimes), when I came home with that post nut clarity. That might’ve been the best blowjob of my life, but I stood in front of my mirror for a good ten minutes trying to tell myself that I’d never go back to that hellhole, Club BJs. I meant it with all my heart when I said it over and over like a mantra.

Now I’m stuck though. I’m stuck thinking about you bent over with a wall separating the top half of your body from the bottom with countless men fucking you until you’re so full of cum you looked like a damn overstuffed pastry. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to have at least one of those men be someone that cares about you.

I guess I’ll have to be the one to do it. I guess this is how I’ll justify doing something I know I shouldn’t.

I’ll see you on Friday, princess.

—

It makes me feel a little bit better to know that every man in there is at least checked for STDs before he gets to fuck you. Surely you wouldn’t have signed up to work at a place like this if they weren’t. You’re smart, you’ve always been so smart. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.

Still not clever enough to know that I was one of those men who stood behind you that night. In fact, I was your last customer of the night. Your pussy was so puffy and swollen, those guys really stretched you out and fucked you good didn’t they? Don’t worry, princess, I took good care of you and gave your little hole a break. I won’t lie, it took everything in me not to use you the way they did, but I’ll do that another time.

Tonight I was on my knees for you, grabbing onto both of your asscheeks and spreading you out so I could clean up the mess those filthy men made of my little princess. You sounded so surprised, I heard you gasp, when I started eating you out. Did you like that? It sounded like you did. I could feel your thighs shaking and at some point you even started rocking back and forth like you wanted more.

Maybe you wanted me to fuck you. Were you hoping that the mystery man on the other side of the wall would clean you up and then fuck his own cum into you too? Or maybe you were happy to have the break. Either way, I licked your swollen clit until I could hear your pretty moans on the other side and feel your cunt throbbing against my tongue. Your slick tastes so good sweetheart, can’t believe you made something so delicious all by yourself.

“You’re not going to fuck me?” You asked me. I could almost hear the desperation in your voice, like you were begging me to come back and take you.

“No.” I said firmly, faking a deeper voice than my own.

Next time I will though, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t want anyone else.

—

The same night I ate you out I rushed home to jerk off. It sounds crude to say, but fuck I couldn’t help it. The taste of your pussy was still on my lips. I could still smell you soaked into the stubble on my chin and upper lip. I’m making a mental note to snag a pair of your panties when I come over for the barbecue at your dad’s tomorrow night. Maybe that will help get me through this mess I’m in. Maybe it will help me stop this shit.

I know I can’t keep doing this, but the feeling I get when I’m scrolling through your instagram photos from last summer in your bikini with my cock squeezed in my hand is incredible. I’m looking at those perfect tits hidden beneath such a thin layer of fabric, and your pretty rear is barely covered at all.

When I came it’s like I was possessed, blowing up a picture of your face just so I could imagine myself coating it in all of me. I don’t even really want to talk about how hard it was to clean that mess off my phone.

I feel like I’m losing myself in the depraved thoughts and fantasies I’m having of you. I woke up with soaked sheets and I thought I fucking pissed myself, but I didn’t, it was…something else. I’d dreamt of you. I can’t remember exactly what was happening in that dream, but it must’ve been good, and I’m annoyed that I still can’t remember what it was about.

—

A small part of me, the part of me that still had some morals left, was hoping you’d be working your day job. (honestly I can’t even remember what your day job is, aren’t you a housekeeper? Or a waitress or something?) At least if you were working I wouldn’t have to see you. I wouldn’t have to think about you more than I already was. Not to mention, I wouldn’t have had to sit there and watch you laugh with your ‘friend’ that you’d invited over.

You told your dad when you introduced him, “we’re just friends dad.”

You said it with such an attitude that both your dad and I knew better. You might’ve thought you were just friends, but that guy wanted more, and I knew you were going to give it to him. I could tell by the way you looked at him when you thought no one was paying attention.

I bet you didn’t think I’d hear you both making out in your room that night, but your moans call me now like a moth to a flame. The other barbecue guests had gone home, and your dad was drunk and passed out in his recliner, and I heard you faintly over the hum of the crappy reality show on tv. I didn’t pause the show, I didn’t want to wake up your dad, so I went upstairs silently, masked by the sound on the tv.

Initially, I wanted to walk in there and rip this kid off of you, giving him a few vicious but empty threats before sending him on his way with his tail between his legs. Your voice stopped me in my tracks though.

“Shh, I don’t want my dad to hear us,” you whispered, followed by a sweet giggle.

He won’t, princess. I thought, as though it were me you were talking to and not this loser.

You’d left your bedroom door open, per your dad’s request, such a good little girl. Despite being a grown woman, you still did what your daddy told you, and that’s the only reason I was able to hide in the bathroom and hear you get fucked while I jerked off and imagined I was with you instead of…whatever the fuck his name is.

“Oh god!” You whined, making my body shudder.

That guy doesn’t talk much, and that made it all the easier for me to imagine myself in his place.

When you said, “mm, harder, please…”

I was right there to say, “anything you want, sweetheart.”

I tried to move my hand in time with the light thump of your bed against the wall. It helped. What didn’t help was the fact that I could tell how little you were enjoying yourself. You were making the same sounds you made when you were ass out at the gloryhole. I knew I could do better, I knew I could make your body shake with pleasure like when I was kneeling down behind you with my tongue working overtime on your sensitive clit.

You were pretty good at faking it though, good enough that I was a leaking mess, precum dripping all down my shaft while I worked myself behind the wall your bedroom shared with the bathroom. I really wanted to go in there, tell that guy to get lost and give you the night of your life, but I didn’t. Instead I stood there, spilling a few globs of cum into some toilet paper and calling it good enough.

I was quick to head back downstairs before you even knew I was up there in the first place. That guy had the audacity to say goodnight to me in the kitchen on his way out the door. I let that go pretty quickly because then it was just you and me alone in the kitchen while your dad slept soundly in the living room.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to ask you for the pleasure of taking care of you, of making sure that you got off too, but I bit my tongue. Instead we made small talk about how your college was going and you asked me about Benny, Frankie and Will. 

For a moment I had forgotten about all the things that transpired between us, or that I’d done while thinking about you, and you were just my best friend’s kid again. We were just two people who had known each other for a long time, catching up and making small talk. Then you had to bend over in your shorts, and my cock ignored its usual refractory period to spring alive and nag for attention again.

“You okay, Santi?” You’d asked so innocently, as if I didn’t know what that mouth was capable of, or what that body could take.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.”

I’m not fucking fine, but that doesn’t matter.

—

You slept like a rock that night, not even stirring in the slightest when I grabbed your panties out of your hamper by the closet. They didn’t look particularly fancy, so I assume you won’t miss them, will you? Doesn’t matter anyway, you’d never expect that I’m the one who took them.

I can’t even begin to tell you how disgusting I felt when I got home the next morning and I had placed your panties on my bed in front of me like a prize I’d won. I think I stared at them for at least a full ten minutes before I picked them up again and put them in my nightstand. I’ve never been a “panty sniffer” and I tried to convince myself that just knowing I had them in my possession was enough.

Have you ever read The Tell-Tale Heart? I remember when I was in high school I had to, and it stuck with me for some reason. Your underwear in my nightstand reminded me of that story in some ways. It’s like all I could hear were your moans in my ears and no matter where I went in the house the temptation to smell the remnants of your cunt on that fabric was following me.

So finally, here I am, two weeks after you first sucked my cock, and I can shamefully admit that I did it. I smelled them, and sweetheart, you smell so much better without all that cum inside of you. Of course the panties can’t compare to the real thing, which I don’t know if I’ll ever smell without six loads of spend inside, but god I hope I get the privilege one day.

Or maybe I hope I don’t.

I’m still so torn between the fact that you’re my best friend’s kid, and the way I want to bury my dick so far in that pretty little cunt that you’re seeing stars.

—

I was first in line tonight. It’s Friday night so your ass was out again and untouched this time. You weren’t wet yet which excited me for some reason. It meant I got to have the honors of making you nice and slick.

My hand looks so big against your ass, princess. I wish I could show you. That was me who rubbed your clit, making you shake and whine for more on the other side of the wall. I’m the one who slipped my thick middle finger in that greedy little hole, and then my index finger, and then the ring finger.

I’m guessing you liked it based on how slippery you got, and how much you moaned on the other side. Do you know how dedicated your customers are? One of them got pissed at me for taking too long with you. I can’t say I blame them, your pussy is perfect sweetheart.

God the feeling of sliding my dick between those pretty pussy lips is like nothing I’ve ever felt. As I bottomed out, I felt your walls were squeezing around me like you wanted me deeper, so of course I pushed in more, all the way until I couldn’t go further. You gasped like you hadn’t felt a hundred dicks inside you before mine. 

I slid back again and slammed into you. I heard you begging me to keeping going, and saying, “fuck you’re good, holy shit!”

It was so hard not to say all the filthy things I wanted to when I fucked you, princess. I wanted to tell you how good you looked like that, pussy lips split around my cock like it wanted to swallow me whole. I wanted to ask you if you would like me to stick my thumb in your ass but decided to just try it anyway and see how you reacted.

You liked it.

At least it seemed like you did, your cunt clamped down around my dick like a damn vice grip the moment my thumb popped through your tight little hole. Did you like having something in your ass sweetheart? It’s shocking how tight you are, given how often I know you’re getting fucked. Some of the guys coming in behind me were big, some even bigger than me, but you don’t like them as much as you do when I fuck you, right? Of course not, because you don’t sound like that when you’re with them.

I caught a small glimpse of your eye through the hole. There was a small gap between the wall and your hips and you were looking at the same time I was. Did you see me? Did you have time to realize who I was? Did you come right then and there because you liked the idea of your dad’s best friend fucking you until you were too spent for anyone else?

Your orgasm forced me to come at the same time you did. I can’t even begin to tell you what it felt like to spill my load inside of you like I’d wanted to for so long. I remember so clearly being pushed up against your ass, pulling my thumb out of your hole so I could squeeze your hips and pull you over my dick further. It’s like I was willing every ounce of it to fill you up so full that no one else could. It’s like I was trying to make sure that when you look in the mirror a few months from now, you’ll remember the feeling of the man who fucked a baby into you.

I’m not an idiot. Well, I am, but I know that you’re on birth control. I know that no matter how many times I fuck you, the chances of you actually getting pregant are slim, not that I’d want to get you pregnant anyway. That would be too much, and I don’t want to go too far.

I’m not going to go too far.

—

I went to your house today.

I already had an excuse planned if I somehow got caught while you and your dad were out. If you or your father saw me, I’d say I came back for my hat. It’s not a total lie, I did leave my hat behind, but neither of you needed to know it was on purpose.

Do you realize how much dust has collected on the little stuffed bear you have on the shelf facing directly across from your bed, sweetheart? I doubt it, but it does make for the perfect place to put the small camera I bought.

I feel so fucking gross I can hardly stand to look at myself. But I can’t stand not to watch you touch yourself either. The glory hole is great, but I want to see that pretty face when you’re coming so hard you can’t breathe right, and I can’t do that when I’m on the other side of a fucking wall can I?

Seeing you later that night while I was at my own house, fist closed around my cock and watching you play with yourself is worth all the self loathing in the world. I had the camera feed pulled up on my laptop, and I could see you walking over to your dresser. God, what an array of toys you have. Do you have all those toys because you like them? Or is it because you haven’t found someone who knows their way around your body yet?

If it’s the latter, I promise you won’t need those things once I’m done with you.

Fuck, princess. The one you picked out is so damn big. I’ve seen you fit some pretty big cocks in that little hole, but I was shocked to see you squeezing lube around the head of that thing and gliding it over your pussy lips. You took a deep breath. Does it hurt to take such a fat silicone dick like that? 

Fuck, I’m glad I put the camera where I did. Who had you so wet like that? Hm? Were you thinking about anyone in particular? Can you even get that entire dildo in there? I hated to admit how much I liked watching you struggle. My cock leaked so fucking much I thought I was going to come too fast, but I kept it together.

You finally pushed it in, and I’m so damn proud of you princess. You had a really hard time going all the way though, didn’t you? That tight little pussy of yours was stretched to its limit and you were only halfway in there. Why do you even have a dildo that size if you can’t get it all the way in your cunt? Are you trying to stretch yourself out for someone? You don’t have to stretch yourself for me, I’d be happy to take care of that for you myself.

I watched you push it in even more, I was so focused on the furrow of your turned up brow and the way you bit your lip while I stared. We both exhaled the moment you managed to fit the entire thing in. Your eyes rolled back like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. You really do enjoy being stuffed full, don’t you, sweetheart?

You started fucking yourself with it, the sounds of your wet cunt hit my ears like the sweetest music I’d ever heard. I stroked myself in time with your movements, my eyes focused right on your face, and my cock throbbed every time you moaned. Wasn’t your dad home tonight? Shouldn’t you be a bit quieter when you’re doing stuff like that? Maybe you just don’t care if he hears you.

You started fucking yourself faster so of course I was jerking myself harder, trying to keep up with you without losing it too quickly. It didn’t take long for you to come though. Did you like the feeling of that toy that much? You gushed around it, you choked back some moans but several other soft whimpers escaped, filling your room and hitting my ears through the camera feed. I came too, coating my knuckles and my stomach with so much cum I didn’t know I was even capable of producing that much.

Why’d you have to ruin it? Huh?

It was such a good fucking orgasm for both of us, and then I heard you say a name. It wasn’t my name though, was it, princess? I don’t know why that bothers me so fucking much. Maybe it’s because in some twisted way I’ve managed to convince myself that you were putting on that private show just for me. So if you did do it for me, then I don’t want to hear you saying some other guy’s name while you’re fucking your self like that sweetheart. 

I just don’t.

—

I lost it today.

I really fucking lost it today, princess.

I found that guy. You know the one who fucked you the other night while I jerked off in the bathroom? That ‘friend’ of yours? The one whose name you called out instead of mine?

I found him.

I…

—

Did you miss me, sweetheart? I’m sorry, but I had to leave for a while, at least until things quieted down, and until you weren’t sad anymore. I know I should feel bad, but I don’t. I would probably do it again a thousand times if I had to.

You seemed fine during dinner at your dad’s tonight. I don’t really think you were that upset over the guy anyway, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to hear his name come out of that pretty mouth again. Ever.

After too much wine during (and after) dinner, I carried you upstairs. You never could handle your liquor. Remember when you were only eighteen and I would let you sneak a few shots under your old man’s nose when he wasn’t looking? Your dad was sleeping when I put you down gently in your bed. Your skin is so fucking soft it killed me to step away from you.

Your eyes opened for a moment meeting with mine. I felt my gut stir at the sight of you biting your lip. Why were you doing that to me? Didn’t you know how that would affect me? I couldn’t resist the way you looked at me that night. No one would’ve been able to. It’s not fair for you to put me in that position and expect that I’m just going to walk away. When I think back to it, this was all your fault, princess.

“Santi,” you said sweetly.

I almost climbed on top of you right then when you grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. I almost grabbed your throat and fucked you through your shorts, but I held back.

“What, princess?” I asked you, putting a caring hand on your shoulder, trying to fight back my more primal urges screaming in my head.

You shivered, “I-mm-need something towearto mm-bed,” you slurred out.

I could see the curve of your hip disappear into your too-short shorts. I really don’t want you going out in public wearing things like that. I gave you my shirt to keep you warm. I hope it’s comfortable, sweetheart, I can’t let you go cold, can I? When I leaned down to put it over your head, I felt such a fucking ache in my chest when your face appeared again through the hole. Such a pretty babygirl.

“Thank you,” you smiled contentedly and snuggled into your pillows.

I gulped, “princess,” I whispered, slowly creeping my fingers toward the hem of your shorts where they rested on your waist.

“Hm?” You hummed, but you weren’t really awake anymore, from what I could tell.

When I touched your soft, exposed hip you didn’t stir at all, and when I slipped my fingers underneath your panties, then your shorts, you didn’t make a sound. When I pushed both down to your ankles and dropped them on the floor, you didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t have any fucking clue what I was going to do to you, did you?

Did you feel my fingers when I slipped them between your thighs and felt your little wet cunt? I bet you did, even if you didn’t realize you were feeling it. I thought I would wake you up for sure when I pushed you onto your back and climbed over you. And when that didn’t wake you up, I thought, without a doubt, that when I pulled my cock out and touched it against your slick pussy lips your eyes would shoot open and you’d catch me in the act.

You didn’t though, you stayed deep in your drunken sleep, and I could get away with doing anything I wanted to you.

I’m still wondering what I would’ve done if you’d caught me. What would I say? How would I justify this feeling I craved that only you could satisfy? Would I even need to say anything? Surely you would recognize the feeling of the cock that made you come so good in that glory hole. Surely you’d be desperate for me to keep going.

Being able to look at your face, even if you were asleep, while I slid my dick into your wet heat made my brain stop fucking working. I couldn’t even think. It was like my body just took over, hips rocking into you over and over without a care in the world for how loud the bed was creaking.

You still didn’t feel anything when I dipped down and kissed you, my hips still thrusting slowly against you. This isn’t a Disney movie, and I’m no prince charming, but you’re still my little princess, aren’t you? You’re like my personal sleeping beauty, except my soft kisses didn’t wake you from your drunken slumber.

Thank god.

I kissed all the way down your jawbone until I got to your neck. You’re so soft, and you smell so nice. I kinda wish you’d been awake so I could’ve heard you whimper and whine in my ear. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels to have my cock slamming into your pussy, sweetheart. I want to feel your lips on my neck, my chest, all over my body.

“You take me so well, princess.” I whispered in your ear, hoping that somewhere deep in your dreams you’d hear my words and know I was inside you. “You feel so good, I can’t stop. Never felt anything-so-fucking-g-good-I-f-fuck…”

I came so much that when I pulled back my cum poured out of you as if my cock was a dam holding back a river. I still wonder if I should’ve cleaned you up, but I didn’t. Maybe you’d remember that I was the one who brought you upstairs and you’d put the pieces together.

I can imagine it now, you waking up in the morning with a dried up substance between your thighs. You might not know what it is right away, but I’m sure when you go to the bathroom and notice the hickeys peppered all over your neck, you’ll know that something must’ve happened to you the night before.

I’m not sure what to do now.

I need to have you for myself, that much is clear. The thought of someone else touching you ever again is killing me, so I have to take you. I’ll take you away from all this shit, and I’ll take good care of you. You won’t have to work at that nasty place anymore, I’ll be sure of that. And please don’t worry, princess. When your dad is looking for you, and he needs a friend to help him through the tough times, and the times he’s missing you, I’ll be that friend. He will only be sad for a little while. 

If things go wrong, and someone finds this…well I guess it’s a journal isn’t it? I won’t be able to deny the things I’ve done. I should burn it, but I can’t bring myself to do that. When I read it back, it’s almost like I can relive our time together. Someday I might show you this so you can understand why I did what I had to do, why I have to keep you.

Until then, I hope you sleep well tonight, your final night in your childhood home. I hope you enjoy your last breakfast with your loving dad, and that the two of you don’t argue before he leaves for work. Make sure you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him you love him, because I’ll be over before he gets home from work.

Goodnight, princess.

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I know Sevika has her way with cards in a gambling sense but how about being a tarot card reader. It’s a shady business ofc but she’s just genuinely super good at reading people and bulshitting her way into people’s heads. She’d definitely pull the lovers card to get reader to go out with them. Oh and she’s HELLA charming, instead of scamming reader to buy some shit she’s “scamming” reader into going on a date with her.

this is SO cutelas;djf;laskdjf

men and minors dni

the markets of zaun are a wild place. whether you need a mercenary, exotic fruit, poisonous animals, or supernatural powers: you can find it all in the filthy, crowded, markets.

sevika learned at a young age that the key to surviving zaun was all about marketability. nobody in the under-city gives a fuck if someone;s fat or skinny, but they'd take interest in hearing that someone'd make a good bouncer or could fit in the tight spaces in the mine shafts.

nobody's going to pay an artist to paint-- but they might pay them to tattoo their skull or draw a caricature of them.

sevika's always known she's good at reading people: she just never knew how she could sell that to someone.

and then she discovered tarot cards.

within a month of her getting her first deck, she'd made enough money scamming people to buy her own storefront in the markets.

and now, she's running an incredibly lucrative business.

despite the fact that her store is decorated with various silky fabrics and crystal columns, despite the astrology posters on the walls and the candles and insence always burning: sevika uses no psychic powers in her readings.

it's mostly bullshit. occasionally, the 'official meanings' of the cards will line up with what she says, but she mostly just says what she knows her customers want to hear. (and sometimes what they need to hear.)

it's easy. the customer comes in, sevika takes one hard, good look at them, and nine times out of ten, she's able to figure out what they're hoping to hear.

then, once she gets them talking and gets the details out-- she's able to bullshit some pretty accurate guesses about their lives, just to convince them they're in the presence of a 'true psychic.'

some people need encouragement-- to quit their jobs or to ask someone out. some people need a 'sign'-- that their deceased love one is protecting them, that things will be okay. some people just want an answer, stuck on a pointless question and unable to move on until they get closure. sevika's happy to supply. especially for how much they're paying her.

you work at the exotic pet store a few shops down from sevika's.

you're the only one who can see through her bullshit.

she's in love with you.

each day, around one in the afternoon, she takes a smoke break at the little table in front of her shop, waiting for you to walk by on your way to lunch.

each time, you smile at her, roll your eyes, and ask, "scammed anymore innocent believers today sev?"

"made three hundred bucks since we opened." she boasts. "want me to take you to dinner with the earnings?" she asks. you laugh and flip her off, continuing your walk.

sometimes she'll come visit you when her days are slow. if you're not busy, she'll 'give you a reading' at the counter of the shop, whispering so neither of you alert your manager that you're not working.

she has to shuffle and organize them before she comes in, because each and every time she's 'giving you a reading' she pulls the lovers, and grins at you. "looks like you've got a blossoming love interest." she says. you snort and roll your eyes.

"oh, do i? pull another, tell me what they're like."

sevika grins, pulling three more cards. "oh. i'm seeing here that she's... tall... strong... hmm... definitely rich..." she says. you snort, and sevika peeks one eye open at you. "half ponytail... her name starts with an 's' sound... ssssarah?" she tries. "no... that's not right..." she blinks at you for help, and you burst into laughter.

"get out of here, my manager's gonna be back from lunch soon." you say. sevika blows a kiss at you on her way out.

you can't deny that she's charming. you understand why so many gullible customers trust her with their lives. you watch her walk back toward her shop through the window, biting your lip as you watch her ass sway.

she finally asks you out after a few months of you guys flirting.

all day, you have people coming into your shop, finding you, and handing you flowers. each time you ask them why, they shrug, simply saying that their psychic told them to give flowers to the 'closest beautiful woman' they could find.

most of them assume that you're going to fall in love with them the second they hand you the bundle of flowers-- not knowing that their psychic is using them and their desperation for love to secondhand hit on you. you just thank them, smiling sweetly before letting them down gently, encouraging them to try the next girl they see.

you're exhausted by the end of the night, and about ready to strangle sevika.

but as you leave you bump into her. at the sight of her, all your frustrations from the annoying little prank she pulled melt away.

she's in a fancy suit, her hair neatly combed behind her ears, her eyes nervous-- darting around and never quite meeting your eye. she holds no tarot cards, only a single red rose that she thrusts into your chest the second she sees you.

you stare sweetly down at the rose, sighing softly before speaking. "you're so fucking annoying." you say, warmly. sevika chuckles nervously.

"do you want to go on a date with me?" she asks. you smirk, looking up from the rose to admire her.

"well, i should probably ask my tarot reader-- i trust her with my life." you say. sevika grins, reaches behind her, then pulls the lovers card from somewhere behind her back. you burst into laughter.

"the cards say yes." she says. you roll your eyes, reaching out to smack her shoulder, melting a bit at the sweet smile she shoots you. "...so?" she asks.

"fine." you say, giggling. "i guess i can't go against the cards, huh?" you ask.

sevika just grins, swooping in to kiss you.

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"Twenty bucks that the blonde's gonna roll her eyes as soon as you get near her, bud."  

"No chance, I'm irresistible; she'll at least give me her number." Another guy confidently replied

"Nah, ain't happening, dude." 

I've been eavesdropping on these tourons for the last ten minutes, when slid onto the neighbor stool, they barely glanced my way, that gave me no choice if not listen on their douchey conversation.

From what I understood they’re betting on who could score numbers from the ladies at the bar. I honestly wish them good luck, especially since they're aiming for Kooks, which 1. they don't seem to realize that and 2. huge mistake. But it was damn entraining to watch. 

Two of them try to get the girls that are dancing but none of them succeed. I watched them toss cash into the counter as they lost their bet and that money had my name written all over it, now that’s when things get interesting.”

I set my glass on the counter and say, "Can I play?”

They turned to me, their faces sporting a strange mix of curiosity and skepticism.

“Pass. If you lose, you’re the one who has to pay us, and…I don’t think you can afford our little game,” one of them replied cockily.

"I mean, I can play for free just to school y'all on how it's done. Seems like y'all got plenty of time," I shot back, grinning.

“What’s your deal man, you’ve been listening to our conversation this whole time?.”

“You haven’t noticed? That’s why your odds with girls are so low.” I casually teased.

“Then go ahead, big boy. I’ll give you five if she even looks at you,”  They laughed contemptuously.

“C’mon Kyle, have more faith in the boy, I'll give you ten.” the other one said mocking me 

“All right, do y’all have anyone in mind?.” I asked, turning and examining the room.

“choose your victim, most of them don't even seem to be interested in men.” One of the dark-haired guys says, making the others laugh again.

“What about that one?” I proposed pointing to a girl sitting across the bar, her hair was loose and her pink dress was accentuating her curves, she was cute and wasn’t interacting with anyone, just sitting there with legs crossed observing everyone. Bingo

“Ha, Greg tried that one but she scoffed at him when he tried to open his mouth. Be our guest buddy.” the blonde-haired dude said

“Watch and learn whoever Greg is,” I said tapping the counter and heading in the direction of the girl.

With this body and this face, I’m impressed that just one of those shitheads tried. Lucky me I guess.

“G’night, can I get you a drink?.” I asked leaning my body into the counter slightly toward her.

"I'm good, thanks," she replied, lifting her drink. 

She had to tilt her head to glance up at me since she was seated, and I was towered over her. She flashed a brief smile my way before turning her attention elsewhere.

“The next one then?.” I pressed, trying to catch her gaze once more.

“Unfortunately this is my last one.”

“C’mon, the night just started.” I insisted

"I better not have another drink, or I might get tipsy, and you wouldn't want to see what happens when I do." She stated smirking

“Actually I do, I would love to see how bad you can be,” I said edging closer, her knee lightly brushing my hip. I swear I hear her breath hitch at the slight contact. 

“Alright, let me lay it out straight for ya.” I bring my lips closer to her ears “You see those dudes all together right behind me?” I asked, staring at her moving my body so she could see them.

She smoothly switched her gaze to the guys and nodded at me.

"They're placing bets on the ladies' numbers and they basically told me I don't stand a chance at catching your eye."

“Well, it seems they’ve already lost something, right?” She stated, looking into my eyes, her lips turned into a smirk.

“Yeah, but when I came here I already had zero interest in your number.” This time, I’m the one who tilts my head whilst I analyze her frame.

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh really? What's your game, then?"

"A kiss," I said casually, my gaze locked on her lips.

"So you can show off to your buddies and prove them wrong? Not happening," she retorted.

“Nah, I’m just testing my intuition and since I saw you, I knew you wanted me.” I casually whispered into her ear. Now I was sure, her breath faltered, I could tell her body was reacting to how close we were. 

“You have one hell of an intuition.” She chuckles lightly grazing my arm. “Well, I can’t deny there’s something about you.”

I leaned in even closer, our faces inches apart. "So, you're saying there's a chance?"

Her eyes flickered down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. "Maybe a small one," she teased.

I gave in to the irresistible temptation. I lean in until our lips press together in a lingering kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of my neck as our hungry lips were locked. As we parted, she smirked, "What’s your intuition telling you now?."

“That I should take you off here.” 

“What would your girlfriend say about this?” She asked, biting her lips. I give her a dirty smile.

“She would say: “Please let me come JJ..” I teased her planting a wet kiss on her neck

I smile as I see the reaction on Y/N’s face. 

She jumps out of her stool and grabs my hand dragging me to the exit, I make sure to wink and snatch the money out of those douches hands before leaving. 

I guess this is my lucky night. Nope, I didn't trick those guys, my girlfriend was the one who suggested the little act at the bar, destiny put those dudes next to me with all that cash. I just so happen to be there and be good with my lady.

Which right now is very sex-starved, if she could she would rip her clothes into the bar’s bathroom and let me fuck her right there which honestly is not a problem to me. But she was painfully patient to get home and allowed me to give her a proper treatment.

“Baby, please…” She cries as I kiss her 

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I want you…now.” she drags the words with her moans “I want this.” Y/N palms cover my package and my erection nearly hammers its way out of my pants.

“My girlfriend will not like this.”

“I'm sure she will, she actually wants me to take you with my mouth.” 

That's it. Goodbye, roleplay. I might explode before taking my underwear.

I'm kissing Y/N before either of us can move an inch, My tongue slides through her parted lips in a greedy stroke. She gasps with delight and kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine for a few mind-melting seconds before she kisses her way toward my neck. The next second she's unzipping me and slowly sinking into her knees.

“Take your clothes off, baby.” She seductively demands

I kick my boots and pants off quickly. As I peel off my shirt, Y/N digs her nails into my abs, making me curse under my breath. I'm starting to worry that I won't last long.

Y/N leans forward kissing the tip of my dick, I rub my fingers into her lips, and she teases me with slow and gentle movements, I cup the back of her head and urge her closer. She looks up at me and opens her mouth on command, sliding half of my length inside.

As always, she drives me crazy alternating between deep wet sucks and gentle licks of her tongue. The noises…Man, these whimpers and breathy moans make me insane.

I rock my hips, slowly, trying to keep it under control, until her mouth is wrapped tightly around my base, then, I'm a goner. 

My brain is filled with pleasure, so much so that my body almost fails me. Buried in her throat, I go off without thinking. Y/N swallows all my liquid and gives me one final stroke before rising to her feet.

“You did so well, baby,” I said picking her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips met once again. I kiss her until we're breathless. I carry her to the bed and pull her off her dress just to find out that, fuck me, no bra, just a tiny pantie. 

Our lips were locked again when I advanced on her until she had no choice but to lay down completely. I get on my knees on the bed and bring my hand in between her legs, her hips jerks off the bed as I rub her clit.

“Barely touched you, baby girl,” I said teasing 

I make sure to give her the taste of her own medicine and slowly remove the underwear. I plant wet kisses on her tights and legs before sliding my fingers onto her. My girlfriend squirms against my finger. I add another one curling them both.

Groaning, I get on my knees, spread her legs with my free hand, and bury myself in between her legs. As soon my tongue touches her slit, Y/N moan so loud that was music to my ears. I pump my fingers a couple more times while kissing and sucking her wetness until my dick can’t take it anymore.

“Jay..get inside me.” She begs

“On it ma’am”

With a grin, I guide my cock inside her. Both of us groan when I slide deeper, she wraps her legs around my waist almost like it’s not enough for her. I resist the urge to go fast and keep my movements calm, but again,  Y/N is more needed than usual, her nails dig into my abs giving scratches.

“God, please…” She whines. 

“Someone is with no patience today.” I grow, adjusting my arms on her side, my thrusts are more frantic, she bulks her hips upwards deepening our contact. I grab her hips giving a firm squeeze as I pound onto her. I let go of one of my hands, to stroke her clit, her moans became more breathless and desperate. 

“I’m gonna come.” She cries, without thinking I take my hands out of clit. Remember what I said earlier? With a second she will be begging.

“Please let me come JJ.” Y/N moans just as I predicted.

I rub her clit again and keep my pace fast until I see her shake under me. It takes me a couple more thrusts to release feeling loopy and with my balls still tingling I collapse next to her.

“Holy shit.” She mumbles between her breath.

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t.” 

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be good for the next one, “ Y/N says chuckling

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Kinktober day 24

Tyler Durden and Jack “The Narrator” + masks and/or helmets

I’m sorry to anyone who was hoping for Jason Vorhees, but I’ve been watching my comfort movie (fight club) to destress from my assignments, so I got in the mood to write for these two.

Tyler is his own person in this, cuz I want both to go down on me at the same time, thats the only reason.

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Welding had never been your plan for a job, especially not where you found yourself now. Low ranked and forced to do all the shit work your jackass boss couldn’t be assed to do, leaving you alone in the construction yard in the middle of the night, the welding tool hot and dangerous in your gloved hands as it cast an almost evil glow upon your welding helmet, the light reflecting off the glass that covered your eyes.

Imagine your surprise some group of jackasses show up at your construction site. They seemed surprised to see you as you turned around and slid up the front of your helmet to look at them, but the bags under your eyes and the dead look in them seemed to make them see you as one of their own. One of them was even polite enough to ask if they could use the yard for some kind of weird orgy club they had going on, or at least you thought it was an orgy club.

You shrugged and told them if they gave you fifty bucks a night, they could kill a guy there and you wouldn’t give a shit. Hey, there were at least ten guys, they could cough up five dollars each if they wanted to start wailing on each other as you worked.

This continued, multiple nights a week, because of course your shithead boss had you working extremely late hours every day for shit pay, and because of your lack of education and shitty upbringing you couldn’t just drop the job. The fifty bucks a night did help quite a lot, and at some point you didn’t even need to do all that extra work, but you kinda enjoyed watching all these pathetic meatheads and self-proclaiming alpha-males trying to show off just how tough they were by beating on each other.

You never took part in it, but “the guy in the welder helmet runs the place” became some kind of rumour, just because they paid you to let them use the place. Apparently, you not doing any of the fighting made them think you were some kind of bigshot, a member of “project mayhem”, whatever that was.

It might also have been the muscle you had packed on from years of physical labour and your less then friendly attitude that made them think you were more then you were. But hey, you kept welding, but kept half an eye on the group of blood thirsty men, a group that only seemed to grow every night. So much for an “exclusive” group.

One day some guy with ugly spiked hair and a douchey red leather jacket swaggered his way over to you as you half-assed a weld between a couple of pipes. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips, like a real asshole, as he leaned against the pipe you were trying to weld, messing up your already shitty work. You could do a lot better, but you were in no way paid enough to care.

You could tell he was trying to antagonise you, as he would start showing up every night this so-called fight club happened, always trying to push your buttons, and even once putting out his cigarette against the one way glass protecting your eyes.

You were great at ignoring fools like him, so none of his actions got the reaction he seemed so starved for. The one that really caught your attention was this scrawnier guy, who looked like he hadn’t slept in months. It was like watching a corpse walking around, but something unleashed inside him when he fought. It was like a rabid dog with a piece of meat, it made your insides boil.

It was him that finally got you to join the fight, though you spat at their rules, keeping your welding helmet on, because why not, it looked sexy. You could definingly tell your years of labour had served you well from the way some of the guys around the place were looking at you, like they wanted to fight you or fuck you, maybe both.

The sleep deprived corpse, who you later learned was named Jack, tried his damn best to get the upper hand on you. But your uncle used to breed pitbulls and other types of large fighting dogs, so scruffing him and putting him in the ground was too damn easy. The erection on his pants wasn’t hard to see either, but you’d seen enough of this circle-jerk of a club to know it was normal, adrenaline, they always said.

You honestly had no idea how you found yourself in the situation you would find yourself in weeks later. You had finally started taking part in a couple of fights, but the helmet always stayed on no matter how much anyone complained, and you only really cared to fight Jack.

Even when the fucker in the red leather jacket whined and draped himself across you. You learned he was Tyler Durden, apparently him and Jack created this Fight Club junk. Tyler annoyed you though, always talking about society and changing it, you had clocked him once when he just wouldn’t shut up.

One day you found yourself packing down your gear, fight club had ended early today for some reason, you didn’t pay attention to that stuff, you were just there for a show. Tyler had been the first to pull up on you, Jack following not far behind, and when you had grunted what they wanted, Tyler had pounced like an overexcited puppy.

He had started licking the helmet you wore, his spit streaking across the glass of your mask, his breath leaving a foggy texture against it as you gripped onto his jaw, your work rough hands gripping hard enough to definitely leave a bruise.

Tyler was groaning like hed been shot, moaning something about how hot that stupid helmet was, and how sexy you were because you never took it off. You almost threw him across the yard when you felt hands undoing your belt. Snapping your head down you saw Jack on his knees in front of you, he had a busted lip and a black eye, but it somehow added to his charm.

His lips were soft, and his tongue was slightly hesitant as he started sucking you off, Tyler groaning and panting into the metal of your helmet, that was close to where your mouth would have been. You could feel him slobbering all over you, his tongue probably picking up all the grime the helmet had collected over the many weeks you’d gone without cleaning it.

Tylers slobbering was starting to get annoying, so with a grunt you gripped kicked his knees out from under him, making him crash to his knees with a painful crack against the pavement. His eyes seemed to lock on where Jack had been licking and almost worshipping your cock with his mouth, spit and drool dripping off of you and his mouth as he looked up at you with large blown pupils.

Tyler, the attention starved fool he was quickly butted in, his higher skilled tongue started to lap at the base of your length, even ducking in between your thighs to mouth as your sack. You couldn’t help but snort as you ran your gloved fingers through Jacks short hair in an almost loving manner, whilst also gripping and twisting in Tylers gelled hair with the other hand.

Something about seeing their reflection in the reflective glass of your welding helmet only seemed to excitement further, especially Tyler as he drooled, barely even seeming to make an inkling of an effort to keep spit in his mouth. Jack seemed at least a little shy about it, avoiding looking at himself but somehow always ending back at his reflection.

You didn’t tell them you were close, but they seemed to notice from how your hips twitching or your grunting grew rougher. Tyler almost shoved Jack aside to start tonguing at your tip right beside Jack, their tongues rubbing up against each other around your tip in some kind of French kiss.

Tyler had been moaning and groaning loudly the entire time, seemingly getting off at the volume of his noises, where Jack had been more subdued but still present. There was almost a battle of their tongues as you came, spurting white across wet wiggling muscles that tried to catch as much of it as possible.

Surprisingly, or maybe not to surprising, Tyler roughly grabbed Jack and started making out with him like he was trying to swallow him whole when you finished, swapping the mixture of spit and cum between them like a pair of starved animals. You scoffed a small laugh at the sight of them almost humping each other as they kept rubbing their tongues together obscenely, and here you thought Fight Club was a good show.

Tucking yourself back into your pants, you patted them both on the head to get their attention. When they finally pulled away from their sloppy sorry excuse of a kiss to look up at you, you pushed up the welders’ helmet and looked at them, quirking a questioning brow.

That seemed to be enough to get them going, the two almost skittering after you as you started trekking back to your bucket of a car to head home, your roommate would have to put up with the noises you knew you were gonna rip out of those two, so what if you had to keep the helmet on, they were right, it was kinda hot.

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Eddie hates it when his and Buck's shifts don't line up. It's a rare occurrence these days, but every now and then the scheduling gods frown upon them. And, look, Eddie knows he and Buck might be a little co-dependent, but that's not the reason he hates being separated from his partner on the job. He can get through his own Buck-less shifts fine. Sure, he'd prefer having Buck at his back, never wavering in his trust for the person at the other end of the line, never having to look over his shoulder in a burning building, never waiting for more than a few seconds for the right tool to be pressed into his hand. But he can handle a shift with people he knows at a professional level. It's when Buck is the one at the firehouse with an alien crew that Eddie can't handle being apart.

B-shift is a few people down after a pretty bad three-alarm fire downtown took three firefighters out with varying levels of severity—Santiago got a concussion from a falling beam, George broke a few ribs when she fell through the floor, Kent's ankle is fractured from an unfortunately timed crumbling wall—so there's a scramble to cover the absences. Normally, Eddie would volunteer immediately, needing the extra money to pay for Christopher's camp this summer. But camp is a week away, and he only has a few more days to soak up his son before he leaves him for two whole weeks. So, he lets himself be selfish.

Buck, of course, does no such thing. Eddie shouldn't have expected it, but he'd kind of thought Buck would decline the offer too—after all, he's spent the past month complaining about Christopher's impending departure too. So, Buck volunteers to cover along with Hen who takes any opportunity for more money with her new little girl at home and Chimney who has a wedding looming on the horizon. And Eddie feels a little better about Buck having two very capable and trustworthy people with him.

But the uneasiness doesn't fade completely. It never does. Ever since the lightning—and realising he's madly, deeply in love with Evan Buckley—Eddie has had a difficult time settling whenever he can't see Buck. It's wholly irrational, and he's working through it with Frank, but it doesn't stop him from turning nauseous with worry every time it takes Buck more than a few seconds to reply to his texts or pick up the phone. It's ten times worse when Buck is at the firehouse without him. Eddie spends the whole shift waiting for Bobby's name to light up his phone screen with some terribly life-altering news. But that doesn't happen. Instead, it's Buck's name flashing on his screen above a text containing a random fact, or a call about the ridiculous scene they'd just wrapped up or a FaceTime to prove that Eddie does in fact own an extensive collection of DVDs in this day and age.

(Each time he sees Buck's name, there's still the lingering fear that it will be a goodbye of some sort; a hastily typed text, a voice message, a shaky phone call.)

He's getting better at handling it, but he doesn't think he'll ever be able to stop worrying about Buck like this. It's just part of loving someone so much. So, he does his best to keep himself distracted until Buck texts him at the end of his shift to let him know he got back to the loft—not home—safe. Except today, when Christopher is actually asleep in bed and not playing Zelda under his blanket, there's a knock on the door that has Eddie's hackles rising instantly.

It's a trembling breath that carries him to the front door, a thousand reasonable scenarios of what could be waiting for him on the other side forming in his head. And then, he finds a haggard Bobby stood on his porch, Captain's truck parked just behind his truck, and all reason flies out the fucking window.

"Bobby, what—"

"I'm sorry, I know it's late," he sighs apologetically, a furrow to his brows as his eyes drift off somewhere to his side.

"Bobby," Eddie pleads, heart contorting in his chest. "Bobby, Buck, is he—"

"Oh, Eddie, no." Bobby's face turns a little sheepish as he reaches off to the side. "He's fine." Bobby drags an unsteady Buck into the doorway, and Eddie takes in a gasping breath of ice cold relief. 

(OR: buck head injury fic #1 where eddie spends his day off worrying about buck and buck doesn't think that best friends worry about each other the way they do)

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[captianbrnes]

Seasons

Summary: You want to prove to Bucky that you'll always be beside him

: Bucky Barnes x !reader

warnings: nothing really, just insecure Bucky kind of

word count: around 300

a/n: pls give me feedback on anything! I'm not really a writer I just do this for fun so any feedback is needed lol

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“Buck- Bucky you’re gonna choke me” you squeal out while he has his arms around your shoulders hugging you tight in the kitchen of the compound.

“Can’t help it, just too cute, '' Bucky says before snuggling closer to you, burying his head more into your neck if even possible. “Get a room would yah now-” “shut it bird brain”.

You can't see because of the strong arms blocking you but by the sound of it you can guess that Sam entered the room. Mustering all the strength in you, you’re able to break free from the arms of your boyfriend strolling out the kitchen back to your room but don't get too far before you feel someone walking right behind you.

“Going to your room baby? We can watch a movie if you want”, he says after catching up to you. After you agree, the both of you settle in your shared room choosing to turn on a cringe romance movie neither of you paying attention.

“Do I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Bucky says looking at you mesmerized. “Only once every ten minutes.” You giggle out while playing with his fluffy hair. “God and that laugh too… wanna’ hear it for the rest of my life if i could.”

“I mean you could if you want..” you faintly whisper out just loud enough for the super soldier to hear. Clearly surprised by your answer he quickly states back, “ Really? You'd really want to spend forever with me?” He genuinely was surprised anyone would reply positively.

“Of course Buck, I mean you’re literally perfect. Your smile and everything, I mean look at you!” You exclaim happy to see Bucky’s smile back on his face. “You know I love you right?” you tell him scared that he didn't realize.

“Yeah you only tell me one hundred times a day” he laughs out after you slap his shoulder. After the conversation you and Bucky spend the rest of the night snuggled up together watching cringe romance movies.

Even though you know it’ll take awhile, you wont stop trying to prove you'll be with Bucky forever, through all seasons.

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a/n: idk if my requests are open but if they are feel free to request anything since I'm not the most creative. I also might post at random times since I'm in school but I'll try to get out as much as possible.

[spunsugarmusings]

Freakazoid! Starter Sentences

Sentence starters taken from the 1995 animated superhero comedy "Freakazoid!". Some entries have been edited for clarity. Change pronouns and tenses as necessary, and please enjoy!

"If this were an afterschool special, you would pay a bittersweet price for your little deceit. Like getting big oily zits! Or eating off the same plate as David Lee Roth!"

"You want to see something strange and mystical?"

"SHEESH! YOU'RE A CREEP! GO AWAY! WE WERE HAVING A GOOD TIME UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP!"

"GO HAVE SOME COFFEE, WITH CREAM, OR SOMETHING! BECAUSE I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING: THIS IS A HAPPY PLACE!"

"The scariest thing in the world would be if all the air in the world turned to WOOD!"

"The scariest thing in the world would be if they gave Sinbad another TV show!"

"The broadcasting industry has all sorts of safeguards to prevent that sort of thing."

"I think there's a thumbtack under my fanny."

"Most people your age die. Why won't you?"

"If I wanna blitz myself into some papaya-induced hallucination that's MY business!"

"Can you make slow, overweight birds appear out of thin air?"

"This was only a test. If there had been an actual emergency, we would have gone like this: AAH! HELP! HELP US! NO! GET US OUT OF HERE! HELP ME! HELP EVERYONE! AAH!"

"Hey, so I'm picking up a few bucks. Don't tell the IRS."

"I'm not going down there. It smells like poo-gas!"

"A bowl! I found a bowl! GOOD FOR ME!"

"There's a door not ten feet away. A fine invention. You should try it."

"Don't let me fall into nothingness! I won't be happy there!"

"They called me mad! Insane! WENDELL!"

"You think I've got a clock in my head, don't you?!"

"That's what I just said! Can you hear me or is there a wee goblin in your head eating my words!?"

"This is frightening behavior in adults. I hope none of them touches me."

"When I again rule all, perhaps I'll keep you about as a jester, or a chimp, or something."

"Will you hug me? I'm needy."

"You're very popular in a number of state institutions."

"Get her something a girl would want, like banjo lessons or a new turban."

"Oh, yes, let ME get the tea! I'd hate to see you actually have to walk the three feet through this frightening and mysterious new world we call the kitchen. You might get lost or attacked by the dishwasher!"

"If not, we'll be unemployed!"

"That was shallow, cheap, and based solely on hormones. Works for me!"

"How come you have the IQ of a biscuit?"

"How would you like me to twist your body into funny balloon animal shapes?"

"Hey. Cut it out."

"I went to all the trouble to think up this brilliant plan, the least you can do is chase me around."

"Oh, is he going to get it! I'm very passive aggressive!"

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Outrun the Future - G.Cleven

New fic is here! Updates to come. Let me know what you think! Tag list and inbox are always open for you :)

Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

CH 1

Major John “Bucky” Egan was called into Col. Chick Harding’s office for a meeting that was being held far too early in the morning. It wasn’t news to anyone that if they didn’t have a mission to fly the next day the entire 100th bomb group was out drinking late into the night. Which is why Bucky was sporting a pretty nice hangover, trying his hardest to make it seem like he was paying attention.

“I don’t know if you are aware of the air raids that have been happening across England, but a few airfields have taken a hit.” Bucky heard the words coming out of his CO’s mouth but wasn’t understanding why he needed to hear them. Until he said, “One of the bases nearby was hit hard, forcing the fighter pilots to retreat and regroup. Our base is big enough to house some of them and their planes until that base or another is back up and running. I expect nothing but welcoming from you all when they get in this afternoon. We may fly different planes, but we all have the same goal. Am I understood?”

The Major nodded his head and was dismissed shortly after. With news like this he needed to let his boys know. It wasn’t every day that fighter pilots and bombers would be bunkmates. Looking at his watch, he knew most of the guys would be down at the mess hall eating breakfast, getting ready for whatever the day might bring.

He was soon proved right as he walked in and saw his best friend Major Gale “Buck” Cleven sitting with a group of pilots. “You will never guess what I was just told?” Bucky sat down in between Buck and Biddick, catching the attention from the table.

“The war is over, and we get to go home?” Biddick smirked as DeMarco scoffed. “I haven’t flown enough missions for this war to be over. How am I supposed to have ladies fallin’ all over me when I bring back zero medals or scars?” A few chuckles were thrown his way as Bucky shook his head. “I wish it was that easy. No, apparently an air raid took out a fighter base nearby and now our B-17’s gets to share a runway with P-51’s. I was told to play nice.” One of the guys asked when they would be here. “Sometime today. Harding wasn’t specific with the time.”

Buck chuckled, “Wasn’t specific or you weren’t listening?” The brunette waved a hand, “Doesn’t matter.”  

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Afternoon roll around and the boys couldn’t keep the smiles off their faces as the P-51’s started landing. While they heard stories of the work they do and see them every now and then on missions providing air support, this was a new experience. Many felt like kids seeing a new toy for the first time.

The group wasn’t a large one, about ten pilots altogether, but they looked fierce as a group. The base was able to accommodate some of the fighters, but the original group had to be split up between different bases, only to meet back together for missions. It was the quickest solution the higher ups could come up with.

The two Major’s drove up to the runway as the last of the planes landed. “We know anything about them?” Buck asked his friend as he assessed the different pilots getting out.

“Nah. Probably cocky sons of bitches though. You know how fighter pilots can get.” Buck chuckled, “Cockier than you?”

Bucky shook his head and smirked, “They only wish.” His attention was pulled back to the runway as he heard someone ask if one of the pilots was a girl. Clearly, he had to be seeing things as one of the pilots was walking his way, dark brown hair pulled back into a braid. Since when did the US Military let women fly planes into the most dangerous area on the planet?

Buck let out a low whistle, “Wasn’t expecting that.” Neither of them could take their eyes off the girl as she was joking with one of her fellow fighter pilots. It wasn’t until Bucky heard her laugh that his blood ran cold. “I’m going to fucking kill her.”

Buck whipped his head over to his friend as he heard those words. “Easy now. You don’t even know her.” Concern was quickly replaced with confusion as he saw how tense the brown-haired Major was.

“Oh, I can do whatever the hell I want. Because that pilot right there is my damn sister.” Buck was frozen in place as John Egan stormed off towards the girl, putting him a few steps behind. Many thoughts were running through his head, but one pushed its way to the front. If his sister was anything like him, a fight was surely about to breakout.

Captain Marlene “Marley” Egan knew who resided at this base, making her nerves spike as soon as she landed. You see, she never liked being left out or left behind growing up. Being a few years younger than John, she always found herself chasing after him in order to be included with whatever he was doing. This unfortunate trait led her to enlist and slowly breakdown barriers in order to become a pilot like her older brother. Egan’s don’t back down from a fight which is how she forced her way into this war.

All the confidence went out the window as she saw her brother heading right for her. “Do me a favor and make sure you send my stuff back home to Ma. But let her know it wasn’t the war that killed me.” Captain James “Sparks” Sutton was walking next to her and knew exactly what she was referring to. They were warned ahead of time that the air exec. of Thorpe Abbotts was no other than Major Egan who had zero idea his little sister followed him into the war. She thought surprising him was the best way about it.

“What in god’s name are you doing here, Marlene?” If steam could physically come out of people’s ears, Marley knew her brother would have it.

The words, “I heard Europe was beautiful this time of year” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it and knew it was the farthest thing she should’ve said. Sparks tried to cover up a laugh with a cough but was unsuccessful and earned an elbow to the side from the female pilot.

Bucky opened his mouth just to close it, as he figured out what to say. At this moment he was struggling with being a Major or big brother, thus causing a delay in his response. Buck, on the other hand, was finding the whole situation amusing. It was clear as day that the two pilots were siblings from their looks all the way to the witty remarks. He knew his friend was going to be arguing with a younger version of himself. And he couldn’t wait to see it.

“You have five seconds to think of a better answer before I pull whatever strings I need to in order to get you sent back home.” His words were calm, but Marley knew if she didn’t comply that he would lose it on her in the middle of an air strip. At least this way there would be witnesses.

“You didn’t think you could leave me behind, could you? Your letters made it seem like you were going to be making a difference in this war and I wanted to be a part of that. And here I thought you would be happy to see me.” She looked down as she said the last part, knowing what heartstrings to pull on. John Egan may act like the big bad brother, but his one weakness was standing in front of him.

Which is why it didn’t take long for him to fold. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I am glad to see you, but this is a damn war zone, Mar. This isn’t some game. What the hell am I supposed to tell Ma if something happens to you?” He didn’t miss the slight wince at the mention of the two’s mother.

“Ma knows you’re here, right?” Marley bit her bottom lip as she contemplated how to answer. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know her daughter was aiding in the war. Just the job title might be different.

“Yeah, she knows I’m here.” It didn’t take a genius to know there was more to that. Bucky squinted at her, trying to understand. “What does she think you’re doing?” He knew he asked the right question as she turned her head to focus on the planes.

“She might think I’m a nurse.” Bucky let out a sigh and surprised his sister as he pulled her in for a hug.

“It’s damn good to see you, Mar. But you know she’s going to pissed at us both.” They pulled apart and Marley nodded her head with a smile, “It was always more fun dragging you into trouble with me.” Her brother lightly pushed her shoulder, causing her to bump into the other fighter pilot.

“Now that all of that is out of the way, this is Sparky. He went through flight school with me. Sparks this is my brother John.” The fighter pilot held out a hand for the brother. “Captain James Sutton. May I be the first to say that your sister is a damn handful. Never knew someone to stir up as much trouble as this one.”

Bucky chuckled, “Looks like nothing has changed then.” He looked over his shoulder and motioned for his best friend. “This is Buck. Started it all together in the beginning and hasn’t been able to shake me since. Buck this is my baby sister Marlene.”

Buck held out his hand for the girl and she gladly took it. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Her face pulled into a look of disgust. “Marley is fine. No need with that ma’am shit.” A small smile formed on his face as. “My mistake, Marley.”

He watched as her head tilted to the side, looking like she was trying to think of something. Her fingers snapped as she got it and said, “You know, he looks an awful like our friend Buck back in Wisconsin.” This time he laughed. The two Egan siblings in one place was going to be nothing short of trouble.

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!

[rotten-pomegranates-fics]

Good morning 🌞, since requests are open, can I please get head cannon ask for how the adult trio with feitan, shalnark and phinks would react if reader successfully escaped them for years. Please I want reader to win just once 😭🙏🏾

Yes you can 💪🏻

I wasn’t sure if they were supposed to catch you in the end but I made like that

Warnings: mentions of torture, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of rape

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Feitan

Feitans gonna be pissed and offended that you have so little respect for him you escaped and when he finds you it’s hell

you should have killed yourself when you got away because the things he’s gonna do to you and Any friends you made along the way will make death seem like the better option by a lot

You don’t get any privileges your always chained up and you only get enough food and water to survive

He was being nice before, holding himself back, but not anymore now he does anything and everything he wants

Shalnark

He’s gonna be sad he knows he wasn’t the best but was he that bad?

He’s gonna track you down eventually, probably one of the quickest to find you, I’m talking three years or so

When he finds you he just mocks you, like you really thought he wouldn’t find you how cute

He’s gonna stick you with antenna a lot more often to make you do stuff you would never willingly do and he’s gonna make sure you remember every bit of it

Phinks

He’s heartbroken, you didn’t love him? Sure he kidnapped you but he was so nice, he got you gifts, fed you, never forced you to do anything and he let you do whatever you wanted in the fairly big house (he’s a but Delusional)

He’s a close second to shalnark when it comes to finding you in sense of time give or take about three and a half years

When he does find you he’s not gonna be as nice as he was before, your not gonna get sweet little gifts or the privilege to go around the house freely and he’s not gonna brush off your attitude anymore, from now on your getting locked away when you give him any sass

Chrollo

even though he tried his hardest to prevent it He knew it would happen eventually, he let his guard slip gave you to much freedom

It’s gonna take him about five years to find you because he has to focus on other stuff such as the troupe

When he gets you back your never gonna see the light of day again, your locked I and chained In his basement from now on and while it’s a nice basement with carpeted floors, a nice bathroom and a big bed with lots of fluffy blankets that he often joins you in your only there for his pleasure now

He regularly pins you down and forces you to do stuff that he didn’t make you do before whispering how it Could be different the whole time

Illumi

Illumi is savage, has every person in the zoldyck manor out looking for you and that intensity doesn’t go down if anything it gets worse the longer it takes to find you

It’ll take him about four years to find you and when he does your in for it

First he’s gonna beat you black and blue, he’s gonna break both you legs in the process and that’s the only thing you’ll be allowed to see a doctor about

He’s gonna try and get you pregnant as soon as he can and if you where kicking and screaming before he would have stopped but not anymore now your getting tied to the bed frame and having a gag in your mouth

Hisoka

He’s the calmest out of all of them, he knew it would happen, he’s not happy about it but he’s not a total mess like some of these guys

It’s not his top priority to find you but it is up there, so it’s gonna take him about seven years to find you

When he finds you your getting the beating of a life time, I’m talking broken ribs, and kicked out teeth, he will pay machi to come fix you up but he might do it again if you annoy him

He didn’t hit you before but he does now, oh you dropped a glass worth ten bucks? Your getting smacked up side the head

And lastly from now on when you sleep it’s on the cold ground with a chain leash attached to his bed frame around your neck no more comfortable pillows

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[drunkonaheistinspace]

three almost kisses and the one time nothing could interrupt

originally published: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, first kiss, slight angst

1

When Illinois proudly announced that the two of you would be attending an auction again, flashbacks from last time hit you like a tsunami. Luckily for you, you were informed of his plans two weeks in advance and not hours in advance like last time, giving you plenty of time to prepare.

The first thing you did was insist that you wear your outfit from last time and he didn't have to buy you a new one. You accidentally found out how much he paid for it, which nearly gave you a heart attack. The only reason you still had it was Illinois's argument that it was a birthday present and you didn't want to be rude. And yes, you even kept the overpriced ring that could possibly be an ancient relic. The second was to find out more information about the auction. This time it was about a deceased collector whose collection is being liquidated so that the family can pay off the mountain of debt that the deceased had left them. It looks like you might even find it this time as the deceased specialized in ancient artifacts and judging by the thumbnails were the kind of artifacts you're after.

The sight of Illinois in a suit was something you could never get used to. It was just wrong. But it gave you the opportunity to tie his bow tie, which in turn gave you an excuse to get close to him. "Let's go over the rules again," you said as you straightened the bow tie. "Why are we going to the auction?" Illinois sighed. "To find potential pieces for my collection." "What don't we do?" "Do not purchase artifacts of unknown and/or questionable origin." "And?" "And don't give my partner any gifts that cost me more than fifty dollars." The fifty dollars was still a compromise. You wanted to go lower than ten bucks, after all he was still your boss and after all he was obligated to pay you and he paid you well above average, which is why you didn't see the point of expensive gifts. But he insisted that there should be at least fifty. He referred to this as a bonus for excellent work performance.

A look out of the window told you that the limousine had already arrived and was now waiting for you. You went to grab your coat, but Illinois grabbed your arm. You looked at him in surprise. “After the auction...would you like to go out for dinner afterward? It doesn't have to be expensive! We can also just make a detour to McDonald's and get something there.” A gentle smile graced your face. Illinois was always so cute when he was shy. This was a side of him that only you got to see. "I'd love to have dinner with you." You stood in absolute silence for a moment, looking at each other before Illinois slowly walked towards you and leaned towards you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but your lips didn't touch. Instead, you were startled by loud impatient horns. "The limo is waiting," you said, heart racing, and grabbed your coat. "Yeah, we should go now," he agreed, running his fingers through his hair.

In the end, the auction was canceled because two idiots broke in and took a large part of the collection. Instead, you spent the night in the parking lot behind a McDonald's watching the stars while sharing a helping of chicken nuggets.

2

You had asked Illinois for a single day at the beach several times in the past. Just to relax. Well, your wish has finally been granted after a long time, but unfortunately not in the way you would like. Yes, you just found yourself on a beach at sunset, but instead of sipping colorful cocktails and enjoying the view, you were stuck on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with a treasure map that made no sense.

"I give up! The map is useless!" you called to your boss who had climbed up one of the palm trees hoping to get a better view of the island. You, on the other hand, had the map in your hand and tried to make sense of the scribble. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you there," Illinois admitted while clambering down the palm tree. "I'm not even sure if we're on the right island anymore." You sit down on the sand and bury your face in your hands. The adventurer sat next to you and fanned the cool air with his hat. "At least we can enjoy the sunset." With a sigh, you looked up and you had to admit that the sunset here was particularly beautiful. At least there was a nice moment you could share with Illinois. "We should take a vacation and just go somewhere that isn't dangerous," you murmur as you rest your head on his shoulder. Illinois said nothing and just silently took your hand and gently squeezed it.

You just sat there and watched the sunset without saying a word. You couldn't remember who turned around first, but suddenly you were looking at each other and your faces got closer and closer. Your lips were only a few millimeters from touching. You were just a head movement away from what you both longed for. At the same time, a cannonball hit the water just meters in front of you, drenching you both in seawater. You looked up in surprise and saw a ship on the horizon.

"Please tell me that's not who I think it is," you moaned in annoyance and frustration. "Captain Magnum," Illinois confirmed. "Maybe we should flee inland before he actually hits us." As if on cue, you saw another cannonball being fired and you ran into the dense jungle hoping to escape the pirate.

3

You ran through the dark maze-like corridors. You've been running for quite a while and you're not exactly sure where you are right now. Everything looks the same and the fear that you've been going in circles the whole time overcomes you. The worst thing about the whole thing, however, was the fact that you didn't even know who you were running from or where exactly you were going. The day started out so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day and you and Illinois were “on vacation” so to speak. Maybe vacation wasn't the right word. It was much more of a break between adventures because your plane broke down and your flight was delayed by two days. You were in no hurry and instead chose to take this as a sign that you really needed some time off. This included sitting in cute little cafes, drinking coffee and talking about possible new goals. Buy new work boots. Arguing with Illi about why you don't need a 200 euro jacket. In the end you decided to visit an art exhibition.

The exhibition included several different pieces by well-known local artists. You didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop you from marveling at the countless works. Illinois seemed to feel the same way because he would stand in front of a work for a long time complementing both the composition and the technique and all you could do was listen in silence and marvel at how much this man knew about art.

Then it happened. Illinois was laughing. Everything was good. Everything was wonderful. Then he noticed something in the distance. His laughter stopped. His smile vanished. He looked like he had seen a demon. Then everything happened quickly. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the exit, but something forced him to change direction and you ran deeper into the gallery. You couldn't see who or what was doing this to Illinois, but you were sure of one thing. You've never seen him so scared. Eventually he drags you through a door with a staircase leading down. Once you got to the bottom you saw two hallways and Illinois turned to you with a worried look.

"Listen to me. We have to split up! He's most likely after me and I doubt he'll hurt you as long as you stay away from me!" "But-" you tried to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. "No buts! For once, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you. This is solely for your good.” He removed his finger and instead took your face in his hands. “We will find each other again. I promise it." You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't accept any complaints. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you." He gave you one final affirmative smile before you walked in different directions.

And so you found yourself in the endless dark labyrinth that sucked every hope out of you with every passing second. Your legs hurt from running and you were exhausted, but you couldn't afford a break. Not unless you knew where the adventurer was. Every step you took felt like you were pulling a heavy load behind you, and a tightness that settled in your chest heralded the onset of a panic attack. It was difficult for you to see in the dimly lit hallways and you felt like it was getting darker with every step. How much time has passed since you broke up?

You turned a corner and instead of finding another endless corridor ahead of you, you ran into what you initially thought was a wall. Only the wall was warm, muscular and difficult to breathe. Two strong hands rested on your shoulders, providing the necessary support that kept you from collapsing like a cheap folding chair on a hot summer afternoon. "Thank God! You're fine!" did you hear the living Adonis statue say You were too exhausted to say anything. Instead, the hands moved away from your shoulders and you were pulled into a tight hug. "I know I have some explaining to do, and I'll do it once we get out of here," Illinois still held you tight, afraid someone would pull you away from him. “I promise you that we will then be a month – no, two months! oh you know what Let's take the rest of the year off and just relax!" The support that the adventurer gave you finally let you relax and catch your breath. Over time, your mind became clearer and the hallway you are in became brighter. You take a deep breath. The familiar smell of leather and linen gave you another piece of security. Your limbs were heavy as lead, but you somehow managed to raise your arm and squeeze Illinois' biceps, after which he released you.

You didn't realize your vision was blurry until you tried to look the adventurer in the face. You feel his warm hands on your cheeks and a light pressure on your forehead. You blink a few times and as your vision cleared you noticed his forehead was pressed against yours. His eyes were closed, his sun-tanned skin was glistening with sweat, and you could smell the faint whiff of coffee on his breath. "I promise nothing will happen to you," he whispered more to himself than to you. “You survived until now. You survived longer than anyone else." He opened his eyes. "You mean too much to me to let him take you away." You stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The corridor was long forgotten. All your senses were taken over by him. The warmth radiating from him. The smell of him clouding your mind like a potent drug. His breath on your face. His eyes that looked straight into your soul. It was like a spell that you couldn't break.

Slowly he closed his eyes again and tilted his head. His lips were only a few millimeters from yours. You inhale his breath and close your eyes. This was the moment. But before you could lean forward and fully surrender to the spell, a door next to you was violently thrown open. You both jumped aside in shock and panic. Was the door here all along? "There you are!" exclaimed Wilford. You both looked at him in horror, but neither of you was able to say or do anything. “You two are extremely late for your interview! Well, come on in!" Wilford grabbed you both by the wrist and yanked you through the door.

You didn't talk about what happened in the corridor. Neither of you could.

+1

It's mid-August. The sky was painted yellow and pink from the setting sun. Illinois kept his promise. Since the Gallery incident, you've stayed away from adventures and settled in a small town. He gave you you room to breath by giving you a small house on the outskirts of town. Under normal circumstances you would insist on getting an apartment, but since the incident you just needed some alone time. Time to think. Time to understand your own feelings. His house wasn't far. A few minutes walk. He gave you a key. You were welcome at any time. And yet you haven't seen each other in two months.

Those two months were the first time you could really think. Overthink. Losing yourself in your own mind. You realized three things: 1. The carpet in your living room was exceptionally soft and perfect for staring at the ceiling for hours. 2. You miss the smell of leather and canvas. 3. Illinois' entire existence was like a siren song and you struggled every day to resist it.

You only now realized that you had been under his spell since the first time you met and every time you tried to leave, you somehow found a way back to him. You had lost your heart and it was now part of his collection. The only thing that stopped him from possessing both your body and your soul was a single kiss.

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

Every time you opened your front door and looked out, you could see his house. So far and yet so close. There was nothing standing in your way except your own pride and sanity. But today you were weak.

You didn't bother putting on shoes. You looked up at the sky and noticed that the colorful play of colors from before was replaced by dark rain clouds. You felt the first drops on your face and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for the light drizzle to turn into a storm. The rain soaked your clothes and your hair was wet and stuck to your face. This was the perfect weather.

Your legs moved of their own accord, carrying you down the street until you stood in front of his house. Lightning and thunder joined the rain and the wind became more ruthless. But you didn't care. Three steps and you were standing at his door. You take three deep breaths. You knock on the door three times.

You heard the footsteps behind the door. Your heart was racing and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You heard the door unlock and you held your breath. The door swung open and you took the first step. Illinois didn't have time to react as your arms wrapped around his neck and cold lips pressed against his. He stumbled backwards until his back was pressed against a wall. Only when he realized it was you kissing him did he allow himself to close his eyes and return the kiss. Only when he wrapped his arms around you and felt how wet your clothes were did he force himself to break the kiss. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away. You were surprised at his sudden abruptness, but the sight that greeted you made every bit of anger in you fade away. His otherwise perfect hair hung over his face, his cheeks red, his lips swollen and his eyes dark. You wanted to lunge at him once more and steal another kiss, but his grip was iron, keeping you at arm's length.

“What happened?” he asked, struggling to keep you at a safe distance. “Why are you wet?” “I couldn’t take it anymore,” you replied while breathing heavily. "I need to see you, feel you, you..." “And that’s why you walked through the rain?” He looked you up and down again. “And that barefoot?!” You rolled your eyes. “How dare I walk barefoot in the rain! This is worse than the time I had to jump off a cliff into the sea! Or the time I had to fight a mutant killer bunny!” Now it was Illinois who rolled his eyes.

You felt his grip on your shoulders loosen and you took the opportunity to approach him again. He didn't do anything to stop you and so you wrapped your arms around him again and hid your face in his neck. Strong arms wrapped around your wet form, pushing you closer to him. “I want to be more than your partner,” you whisper into his skin. In response, he kissed you on the temple. “Were you thinking about a spring wedding or would you prefer fall?” You gave him a light kick to the leg. “Not so fast, my dear! We haven’t seen each other for two months and we have to make up for that time first.” “Whatever you want, treasure!”

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Fear

Fear | 🦊Foxy and 🐺Wolfie Universe One Shot

Summary: Bucky has many names. All instill fear to anyone who hears of it. People coined him as Fear himself. In return, living his life, Bucky has no fears. Until you came along. You changed his life and for the first time, there is something that he is afraid of. Something that can instill fear in Fear himself. Losing you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, kidnapping and attempted rape. If these are triggering to you, PLEAS READ WITH CAUTION. MINORS DNI, GET THE FUCK OFF THIS POST PLEASE. THANKS.

Words: 8.5k

Author's note: Hellooo! I'm back with another one shot for Foxy and Wolfie. I know nobody asked for this but I have written this even before my Eddie Munson series. It has been sitting in my google docs. Now is the best time to pull it out. I hope you guys like it.

I made Foxy, female now since I have added lemony stuff in some of their one shots. There might a full on SMUT but we will see. I'll try to write for GN!readers too. Because I wrote Gummy Bears with a gender-neutral approach.

Any errors is solely me. I do not have a beta reader. Header was also made by me. Please don't be shy to tell me your opinions. That makes my day special - J 💕

MAIN MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTER LIST

Bucky knew something was wrong the moment you left his apartment to go to work. More so when the last text he had with you was around the time that you left Wakanda Industries building. That was thirty fucking minutes ago. His penthouse is only ten minutes away from your work. All routes you could possibly take are crawling with Bucky’s men. You should be here in less than ten minutes but you aren’t. Throwing everyone into a frenzy as Steve and Sam contact every man in every route. Wanda even helped trying to contact acquaintances. Shuri even mobilize some of their staff to help.

He knows you have the tendency to do some stuff spontaneously if interest you enough. You often times do detours before coming home. The first time you did that. Bucky nearly had a coronary.

Okay, maybe he is exaggerating but Bucky is not a normal man. He has enemies that are waiting to do him some damage. Bring him down a peg. Usually, Bucky isn’t worried about anyone. All of the people important to him know how to defend themselves except you. Oh God, he tried but you weren’t built for that. You are built to be behind computers and do the thinking.

You are built to be protected, at least physically, Bucky thought. You are independent as a person can be but in these circumstances he was supposed to be the one who protects you. Now, you are no where to be fucking found. You have been gone now for a full day and what the fuck is taking Steve and Sam so long to fucking call everyone?

“Fucking hell!” Bucky was brought back from his thoughts. His vision cleared until it landed on his phone. Your picture up on the screen. A picture of you smiling cutely while laying on the bed. You were obviously wearing Bucky’s red Henley and clearly with the look of shy satisfaction on your face that it was after Bucky had his way with you. Bucky couldn't help but clenched his fist. The plates on his metal arm shifted silently (It was your genius works that it can now move without even making a sound). Where the fuck are you?

“Buck.” Steve’s voice made Bucky jerked up from his position. Dread filled him as he saw Steve’s furious and worried face followed by Sam who looked to be seething.

“Did you find her?” Bucky asked, his voice a bit husky because of misuse. 

“No, but we found who would be responsible for her missing,” Steve said as he turned to Sam who apparently had a tablet on his hand that Bucky didn’t notice. Steve moved and placed it down to Bucky.

Bucky saw the private parking lot three blocks away from Bucky’s building. He knows the familiar cars parked since he owns that space. Making them pay for the protection of their cars. He was about to protest. Angry that Steve would waste his time– he saw you. Walking at leisure pace with your hands in your pocket.

He clutched the tablet to bring it closer to him. As he watched your movement, at first you looked like a normal gal walking around Brooklyn but Bucky knows you. Oh, he watches you enough to know that something is definitely wrong. You were walking a little bit too slowly and you kept glancing over your shoulder. A de javu settled on Bucky, as flashes of what happened before everything started between the two of you happened. When you were stalked, Bucky insisted on looking through the city tapes. He doesn't know hwy but he was hungry to know more about you. He wants to knows your ques when you feel in danger so he is ready to protect you.

He refocused himself back to the video and he looked back and tried to see if you were being followed but he saw nothing.

Then you stopped and then looked straight towards the camera as if you knew Bucky was watching you. You mouthed to it, words that made Bucky’s heart constrict as he started to tremble. In fear or anger he doesn’t know. It was blurred at this point as he watched it over and over again. 

“I love you Wolfie,”

Before you sharply turned back around and stiffened. 

“Baby!” He can’t help exclaim as he looks up at Steve. “Tell me this isn’t the only footage,” Bucky desperately asked his best friend.

“Watch,” Steve grunted as he angrily looked down and Bucky looked down just in time to see a familiar 6 foot tall blonde man wearing a blue leather jacket. The familiar logo of the white wolf on its back as the man approached you and harshly took your arm. You fought but then he looked to have hissed something and you stopped as you looked around before you shakily nodded. 

Then he sharply pulled you against him, forcing you to turn and then slowly backed away from the crowded area. Bucky started to shake as he knew what he was going to witness as the man pulled out a white cloth and smothered you. You struggled, fighting him off despite being a tiny little thing but the man was fucking strong. Soon you went limp and he carried you walking away from the scene. Not noticing the camera that Bucky had installed in the car park.

Bucky growled and looked up. Anger radiating off his eyes as he saw an equally angry Steve with Sam who is seething.

“Tell me you know who the fuck–”

“John Walker,” The three of them turned to see Natasaha walking inside the office as she loaded her gun. She tucked it behind her back before taking her stance beside Steve. “We are already tracking him down using my system.”

Bucky shouted in anguish as he threw the tablet in anger. “Fucking Walker!” He seethed as he kicked his table effectively flipping it and making the contents of it scatter. The three instinctively took a step back knowing that if Bucky started his rage, he wouldn’t stop until he is sated.

“I knew that little fucker would betray us!” Bucky screamed as he paced. “Is it just him?” Bucky asked as he looked at Natasha.

“At first we thought it was just him but we found something,” Natasha said and then turned just in time for the door to open. A groaning man appears. Quentin Beck stumbled inside with his hands tied behind his back followed by a blonde young girl and a young man with angry expressions. 

“Thank you Yelena and Peter,” Natasha told them. Peter was the first one to leave while Yelena dropped a bag beside Quentin before leaving as Natasha motioned for Sam to take the man. Sam didn’t hesitate and brought him over to Bucky.

“We found him preparing to leave a few minutes ago. He had the decency to go to his fuck buddy to bid goodbye,” Natasaha informed him. Then she crouched down towards the bag and opened it. Revealing a few stacks of money, clothes, a few fake passports and two guns with ammos.

Bucky can’t help but huff out a laugh. “I knew you were a slimy little rat Beck,” Bucky grunted as Quentin struggled against Sam’s hold. His eyes widened in fear as Bucky got closer. His stare the angriest Quentin witnessed.

“I- I swear sir! I didn’t do anything!” Quentin begged as Sam just dumped him right in front of Bucky. The man himself crouched down, his face filled with only one emotion, rage as he harshly tugged on Quentin’s head back to make him look at him.

“Where’s my girl?” He asked directly as Quentin shook his head and started to babble that he doesn’t know. Bucky grunted, lifting up his flesh arm while the metal one kept a hold of him. He delivered a punch.

“That is not the answer I’m looking for,” Bucky said evenly as forced Quentin to bear the pain and make him look at him. “Tell me, where’s my girl?”

“I swear sir! I don’t know! John acted on this alone. I wouldn’t have done something to her knowing I would–”

“You fucking liar,” Bucky cut him off as he delivered another punch on Quentin. This time on his jaw. Quentin cried out and Bucky let him as he switched the metal hand to the flesh ones. He curled it into a fist and forced him to look at it. “Then why are you fucking leaving with your tail between your legs Beck? Why are you running away if you didn’t do anything?”

Quentin’s eyes widened as he realized that there is really no way out of this.

Bucky reared his metal arm, ready to deliver the final blow that could cave his skull in as he asked him in a calm yet heavy tone. “Where is my girl?”

Quentin looked towards the metal knowing one way or another that he would be receiving that punch whether he told them or not. It might not kill him but he knew that Bucky would make his death slow and painfully.

“You really are not going to talk? Well then–” Bucky was about to bring down the metal arm when Quentin finally broke.

“Flag Smashers!” He shouted and that made everyone in the room stand still. Bucky freezing on the spot.

“What?” Steve was the first one to speak as he moved towards Quentin. His eyes shifted from angry to being worried.

“Flag Smashers. We made a deal with them. Well, John spoke with them and roped me in. They wanted a leverage against the White Wolf as per John. John offered your girl and when they learned who she was. They became more determined to get her,” Quentin blurted as Bucky dropped him on the floor. Natasha took over by getting Quentin and had a knife on his neck. He was jostled a bit but continued talking as Bucky paced. “We were supposed to drop her off last night and leave but the flag smashers couldn't deliver their part of the deal until a few hours ago. John said she would keep her somewhere until he could get what he needed for the flag smasher. We were meeting tonight.”

Bucky inhaled sharply at that and then looked towards Sam who already had his phone out. 

“I’m going to call Karli and see if—”

Before Sam could even click on the contact and finish his sentence. His phone rang, Karli’s name, the leader of the Flag Smasher flashes on the screen. Sam quickly answered it as he placed it on speaker. Natasha quickly stuffs Quentin’s mouth with her handkerchief to keep him quiet while still having the knife on his neck. 

“Karli?”

“I know you are with the White Wolf.” Her voice echoed in the office.

Bucky didn’t even hesitate as he stepped forward towards the phone.

“Where’s my girl?” Bucky didn’t let any more discussion ask the same question he had been asking to anyone really for almost the whole day now.

“I would have handed her back to you if I had her.”

“Do not fucking lie to me Karli,”

“When did I ever lie to you James?” Karli calmly said back to him. Bucky huffed.

“Then why did you call?”

“John Walker made a deal with us. He needed an escape route. He wanted an out from you,” Karli said as Bucky looked at Quentin whose eyes widened in shock at what he was hearing. He was betrayed.  “He came here just now. He told me it was for him and Beck but then requested a last minute change for details. In replacement was a woman’s information and picture. He made business with my men and not me. When I saw her picture, I immediately alerted our connections to delay their departure.”

“I don’t need the fucking details Karli. I just need the location,”

“Long Island port. He plans to crossover to Portland and then plans to drive to crossover Canada,”

Bucky cursed. He has no jurisdiction in Canada. He can’t exactly follow you there without alerting the Interpol or the fucking CIA. He ran a hand through his face.

“We placed a tracker on the gun he asked. We always put one in order for us to keep track of the people we do business with. He’s only a couple minutes away before crossing over to Long island.”

While Karli was speaking Bucky was already walking out of the office. Natasha dragged Quentin while Steve and Sam started barking orders. He had taken Sam’s phone as he hurriedly took his personal elevator down to the garage.

“Why are you giving me this Karli?” Bucky asked as he entered the elevator. There was a second of silence on the other line before the woman spoke.

“I know what it's like to lose someone important. Knows how our lives can intertwine with our work.” Karli explained as Bucky took his bike as he waited for Sam who was already giving him his gun and his knives. “Besides, I’m a professional. I have decorum. I wouldn’t hit on a rival’s family to get my business going when I could do other things about it.”

“You know I don’t do favors,”

“This is not a favor. This is respect. Go get your girl,” Then the line went dead. Then an alert message came on and Bucky clicked it. A blinking tracker is seen exiting Brooklyn to Queens.

He showed it to Sam. “Alert Shuri and T’Challa. Tell them I would need their connection to Tony Stark” Sam took the phone and nodded as Bucky revved up his bike.

“I’ll send this to you. We'll be right behind…” Sam wasn't able to finish his sentence as Bucky went off. A single thought running through his mind. He is going to get his girl.

Bucky never felt fear before, or at least since the time he got his arm blasted off. He was used to inflicting it and becoming the fear of the people. Yet at the moment, he fears for you. Fears that you would be hurt. Fear that after this, the other shoe that Bucky was waiting for will drop and lose you.

He fears he would lose you one way or another. He felt like this would be the final straw. The unfamiliar weakening of his knees and the shaking of his bones came to him as he revved his bike. Not caring about the speed, he just wants to get to you. An alert pinged again at his phone that he was half a mind to put on a stand.

He looked down at it to see it open on its own and the red blinking was closer. Then Shuri called, his phone automatically answering it. He didn’t have time to ask how the hell Shuri is accessing his phone.

“You are a click away from them Buck,” Shuri informed him as he looked down at the tracker.

“What does the car look like?” 

“A silver sedan. He looked like he was really trying to go in a hurry but there is so much a Sedan can do!”

“How are you seeing–”

“I called Tony. He lent us his drones and he also said that if something happens to his little magician, you would be dead.” Bucky looked ahead, ignoring the threat, just in time to see several drones flying over him and pass him. He followed it until his eyes landed on a certain sedan. He shouted to Shuri the plates and she confirmed them.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to rev up to catch up to the car and he rode beside the car. He saw you in a flash, knocked out on the back seat with your hands tied. Then he saw John Walker who was already looking back at him with wide eyes. Without preamble, Bucky pulled out his gun and shot the window twice. John, props to him immediately swerved the car. It grazed him on the cheek and stepped on the gas.

“Found him.” Bucky only said as he easily caught up. 

“Sam and Steve are behind you,” Bucky didn’t need to look as he already heard a car coming up on the other side of the Sedan. John saw it and he started to panic and pulled out his own gun but before he could, a small hand shot up. You were awake.

“Foxy!” Bucky can’t help but shout as he lifts his visor up. As you struggled with John, you surprisingly were able to get the ties around your hands free. Bucky doesn’t know if you heard him but you continue to struggle. Bucky’s heart nearly stopped as a shot rang out. It hit Sam’s truck that was driving on the other side. Luckily, Steve, who was halfway out of the truck, was barely hit.

Bucky didn’t care anymore if he was going to hit something as he prepared himself to jump just like Steve.

“Fucking bitch!” Bucky saw you were able to get the gun off him and John’s wrist has indents on it. Then you scrambled towards the window where Steve is already reaching out for you. John started to reach out for you instead and he managed to clutched on your feet. You started to kick him as you desperately unlocked the door. Bucky took another steady shot and hit John on the shoulder. The bastard cried out as he clutched on it and released you.

“Steve!” He shouted as Steve opted to break the window of the car. John saw that Steve was reaching out to you and decided to swerve the car. In the moment, you cried out and Bucky turned to look that you have sliced your forearm open at one of the broken glass. As soon as he saw your blood spilled, Bucky saw red.

“Get her out of there Steve!” Was the last thing he remembered he said before letting his persona take over. There was a lot of fighting as Steve managed to drag you out of the car and into Sam’s truck.

Bucky remembered John fighting as much as he could against Bucky but he wasn’t having none of it. His girl was hurt and someone has to suffer.

The next thing he knew, he managed to crash the car towards barrels of water at the highway that is usually there to prevent a severe car crash. Bucky dragged himself out of the car at the same time he clutched on John’s still breathing body. He threw him against the car and quickly took out his gun.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t know?” Bucky gritted out as he pointed the gun to John’s forehead. There was fear clearly etched on his face but he really did have a death wish as he sneered back at Bucky.

“I knew that Bitch would sell me out to you,” John only grunted and Bucky didn’t care about Karli betraying John.

“You messed with the wrong person John,” Bucky growled as he let the nozzle of the gun pressed against his forehead as he leaned down to him. “You could have done some damage with anything on me and I would have let you go with a beat up face and a bruised ego but no,” Bucky can’t help press the gun on John’s forehead and slammed it towards the car. “You really have to touch my fucking girl,”

“She’s not your girl when she willingly flirts with anyone! She came with me–”

Bucky didn’t even flinch as he pulled the trigger, instead of his forehead like he really wanted to, he pointed it again to the gunshot wound he obtained earlier making it bigger. John cried out as Bucky pointed the gun back to his forehead.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that. I saw the footage moron. She knew you were coming to get her and my girl is smart enough to let you do it right in front of me.” Bucky said as he clearly remembered the words you mouthed to him during the video.

“I love you Wolfie.” Bucky can feel the anger boiling again inside him. You and him never really had the time to say those words to each other out loud but fuck, Bucky didn’t picture it that he would have to hear or at least read those words in your lips in this kind of situation.

John on his part looked a bit shocked. He really is a stupid bastard. 

“So really, Karli didn’t betray you. You did it yourself. Now you are going to fucking pay,” Bucky mumbled as he stood up. “I would really like to torture you more. Make you feel the pain as you slowly die but I want you out immediately. So, goodbye John,”

Bucky was about to pull the trigger when John suddenly shouted.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I took her?!” John exclaimed in an attempt to prolong his life.

“You didn’t succeed and I don’t fucking care,” Bucky fired a shot at Walker and watched the life seep out of him. He took another few more shots to make sure and carelessly threw the gun on him. He heard a car pulling up behind him and he turned just in time to see you coming out the car. 

“Oh thank God!” You exclaimed as you ran towards him as Bucky met you halfway. You jumped into his arms as you buried your head against his neck and wrapped your arms and legs around him. Bucky despite the soreness of the fight with John and the car crash pulled you close to him. Wrapping his metal arm around your waist while the other clutched the back of your head to keep you on his neck.

He let out a shaky breath as he felt you tremble against him. “You’re okay now baby. I got you,”

A muffled sob came out of you and Bucky leaned back a bit so he could properly look at you. He scanned your face as tears streamed down on them.

You have a gash on your left temple that made Bucky’s jaw clenched then he saw a bruise forming on your left cheek. Then he saw your lips and he couldn't help but growl at it. There was a cut on it preventing him from the lips he badly wanted to kiss. The fear suddenly took him after the brief anger he had felt. The fear he felt as he searched for you reared its ugly head again and Bucky can’t help but stagger a bit at the feeling. He brought you back in his arms and tightened it around you.

You watched as emotion after emotion revealed itself on Bucky’s face. Something only you have the privilege to witness numerous times before. You know what is starting to run through his head and you know you can’t do anything but assure him. You reached out to the hand that is touching your face and kissed his palm.

“It's just a few cuts and bruises. I’m fine.” You assured him as Bucky shook his head.

“We still need you to be checked– your arm,” he said as he scrambled to look at it but you were already shaking your head as you wrapped it back around him. You leaned your forehead against his as you took a deep breath.

“Take me home please Wolfie. I just want to go home.”

Despite your protest, Bucky wanted you to be checked out. Bruce Banner and Stephen Strange were called. Bruce from the Wakanda Industries and Stephen as the doctor on call for Bucky. Bucky made sure that you were okay and you compromised by just having them at Bucky’s house instead of a hospital or in the infirmary in Natasha’s security firm.

It took almost two hours to assess everything. Bucky wanted to be thorough and through all of it he didn’t let you out of his sight. During the whole ordeal, the exhaustion of the day took a toll on you and you ended up falling asleep halfway. In which the two doctors gave an okay since you have clearly no concussion.

After the last tests and the final reassessment of your injuries. Stephen delivered the news to Bucky who was just returning with a bowl of soup and the tea you always drink when you are having a bad day. 

“James,” Stephen greeted him as he packed up his stuff. Bruce is already on his way out as he bids the mob boss goodbye in a shaky voice leaving the two men and you, who are still asleep alone. Bucky laid the tray on a desk in the room as he greeted Stephen back.

“Is she okay?” 

Stephen nodded as he took his bag up and looked over at you. “So far, the only severe injury she had is the cut on the glass on her forearm. Steve did a great job on stopping the bleeding. It would scar but Bruce said he is already developing an ointment to help with it.” Stephen started as Bucky carefully sat on the side of the bed. You were facing him and he couldn't help but reach out towards your face. Making sure you are really here with him now. Safe and sound.

“The cuts and bruises would heal in a few days or so, especially on the lips. She doesn’t have broken bones but she did have bruised cheekbones and sternum. Usually, it can occur when being punched or kicked,” Bucky can’t help but close his eyes at that news. His metal hand that isn’t touching and caressing your face clenched. He now wished he didn’t end John right now, he should have let Steve drag him towards the compound so he could have his way with him later.

“But do not worry James, I already prescribed her some pain meds that could–”

“She doesn’t like to take pain meds,” Bucky mumbled as he looked at Stephen who nodded. 

“Okay, I can ask Bruce for alternatives,” Stephen said as he pulled out his phone and sent the other doctor some texts. 

The room went silent for a bit as Bucky dreaded the next news that Stephen would have to deliver. When Bucky made them do every test possible to assess you, it meant everything. Including a rape kit. You weren’t exactly speaking to Bucky much about your experience with Walker during the time that you and him traveled back to Bucky’s place. You only silently cried and clutched on Bucky tighter every time there was a bump in the road. 

Bucky hesitated to ask but Stephen, as usual, knew that Bucky would like to have news delivered to him straightforwardly. That is the reason why he was Bucky’s personal and on-call doctor.

“About the rape kit test, she didn’t have any traces of forced entry,” Stephen started to explain. It should have created relief from Bucky but then he saw Stephen’s face. The usually stoic doctor’s expression became a little darker as he delivered the other part of the news.

“But, we do have found traces of attempt. A few bruises between her thighs and the reason why her sternum was bruised.” Bucky shakily released a breath. He jerked back from touching you and he was out of the bed. Pacing. He shakily put his flesh hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop its trembling as he paced. “We are just assuming its an attempt–”

“I will know about that,” Bucky sharply cuts him off, not wanting to hear another word. Stephen nodded as he looked over at your still body. He didn’t bid any goodbye, something that Stephen never does even when he started working with Bucky. He would rather not speak. He was always a bearer of a bit of bad news. 

He left silently leaving Bucky in his own thoughts. He didn’t know how long he did that but all he could think about is the ways he could have prevented it. He was always sure. Always ahead of the game of people who he knew would betray him and would do something to him. Yet when it comes to you he becomes this mess. A person riddled with fear. Only for you.

His thoughts strayed to Beck for a while, Natasha informing him that he is in the compound. Hidden, ready for him. Knowing now what he could have possibly done, Bucky would have to find some time to go there and do the damage he wished he could have done to John too.

Then it turned back to you as his eyes landed on your still sleeping form. The bruise he saw on the temple has swollen a bit and the cut on your lip looked to be tended. Luckily you are sleeping too deeply. A chilling sensation filled him as the crippling fear came back to him. His knees weakened and this time he let himself kneel right at the edge of the bed. 

How could he let this happen again? He promised he would protect you. Promised you on the day when Dolores took an attempt on your life. The fucking demented witch. He was scared that day that it would be the final nail in the coffin that would make you want to leave but this might be it.

You wouldn’t stay. Nobody does. You would leave and Bucky was sure about that and it would leave Bucky devastated. He knows that. Fuck, he knows that but the worst part is he would let you. He knows that too despite being the possessive shit he was. He wouldn’t keep you if you don’t want him anymore. He wouldn’t keep you even if he wanted you and only you. Even he already let you have the last pieces of heart he had left. He loved you too much to keep you if you do not want to be kept.

Also, he promised you. He kept on saying that you are safer with him from the very start. Because of his selfishness he got you in this fucking situation.

He was too caught up with his own thoughts to notice you have woken up just in time to see an expression you knew was only one thing. An expression you have seen yourself make. Others who have suffered under his metal hands or under Steve’s wrath and Sam’s rage. You know those expressions and you know exactly what Bucky fears the most. Those whispered words he always speaks whenever you spend the night with him in his arms thinking you are asleep.

“I’m not leaving,” you rasped out, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bucky faces you sharply upon hearing your voice. His eyes glazed over as he saw you slowly sitting up. Bucky moved immediately to help you.

“Foxy–”

As soon as he neared you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kneeled on the bed and stretched your body to reach him. His arms are limp beside him as you nuzzle your face to his neck.

“I’m not leaving. You should know that by now,” You told him. A bit muffled since your face is buried on Bucky’s neck. Though your man didn’t make any move to touch you and he stayed in your embrace despite the lack of reaction. You continue to hold on to him.

“This is my fault,” he said after a few more moments and you quickly shook your head as you leaned back. You kept one of your arms around him and the other to touch his cheek making him look at you.

You shook your head again. “No, it isn’t– no, let me finish– this is not your fault. Even then, I knew what I was going into when I let you pursue me. I knew what your life would entail Bucky. At least when I finally learned about it,” You paused as you caressed his face with your thumb as you moved closer. Pressing your body as much as you can with him as you embrace him once again. The memory of the night the two of you met came in pieces with you. How stubborn you were not to give him your number.

You then laid your head on his shoulder. “Besides, I’m too deep to even leave.”

You stayed silent for a while as Bucky refused to hug you back. You close your eyes as you take a deep breath before speaking again. Willing the tears from your eyes not to fall as you spoke.

“If I’m not leaving. You shouldn’t either.” Knowing if you won’t leave then he would be the one to do so. “You can’t leave me. Not now.” You inhaled sharply before pushing the last words out of your mouth. “Not when you made me love you this much,”

With those words, Bucky let a shaky exhale before he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“Oh my foxy, I’m so damn sorry. I’m so sorry,” He murmured as he pressed kiss after kiss against your temple. He lifted you up a little and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. “Never. I would never leave you,” Bucky mumbled as he pulled back a bit to be able to look at your face. His flesh hand frantically tried to wipe the tears that still fell from your eyes despite your efforts.

“I can’t. I would have let you go if you ask me but I can’t let you go now. I love you too much to do so too baby,” Bucky said as he leaned his forehead against you.

“Good.” That was all you said before you surge forward. You kissed him just like how you kissed him when you cannot put into words how much you long for his presence. Bucky kissed back as if he was a man starved. Desperate to feel and to have you against him.

You tried to suppress your whimpers as you kissed him back. You were also desperate to kiss him. After what you have suffered under John and Beck’s hands for a single night. You wanted to feel Bucky’s love and his warmth. This time you longed for his and only his touch. Nobody else.

But Bucky finally remembered about your cut and slowed the kiss. He leaned back not before leaving a final kiss on the corner of your mouth that isn’t injured.

“I never picture that we are going to say those words in this kind of situation,” You told him as Bucky slowly sat back down on the bed with you still on his lap and wrapped around him.

Bucky didn’t reply on that as he kept looking at you. Seriousness envelopes his features. You immediately tucked your head under his chin and clutched him tighter against you.

Bucky sighed. “You have to tell me what happened,” Bucky said as he brought on his hands to caress the back of your head as he leaned down to lay a kiss on the crown of it. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow,” You told him as you turned your head to the side. “I just want to stay like this for a while,” 

Bucky sighed yet again, not wanting to push you further despite wanting to know everything. Though he has other plans to know what really happened, since someone is waiting for him in the compound. Waiting to be questioned by his bare hands. He opted to wait for you instead. Besides, he has all the time in the world. You wouldn’t be leaving and Bucky would make it his mission to not give you reasons to do so.

“Okay, tomorrow.”

2 weeks later…

“Wolfie?”

Bucky turned just in time to see you walking out of his bedroom. Wearing only one of his shirts as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He can’t help but admire you. He liked how you look now. Healthy and injury free.

For the past two weeks, Bucky insisted for you to stay with him as you recovered. He even asked you to move your work remotely so that he could keep watch on you. You protested though, he knew it when you had your feet back to solid ground. 

But then he knew deep inside, when you conceded, you felt a lot safer being closer to Bucky than being away. Bucky also didn’t leave you out of his sight that much. He had Sam and Natasaha reevaluate every person under his payroll. A cleansing of his ranks after what Beck and Walker pulled through.

Sam though, profusely apologized to you and Bucky since Beck and Walker were his own recruits. He really thought they were decent men but it turns out they are not. Bucky didn’t give him hell. Sam was one of his closest friends. He even asked Bucky to take a go at him but Bucky knew Sam wouldn’t betray him. He knew Sam wouldn’t have known better and he would. That is what Sam promised. Instead he tasked him to do the cleansing which Sam accepted together with Natasha who was eager to get her hands dirty again.

While Bucky gave Steve the reins to the business which his best friend agreed as he knew that you would need Bucky more than anyone.

So Bucky stayed with you, being the doting and loving boyfriend that he is to you and only to you. He helped you with the nightmares that would surely stick and assure you that you are safe. He even let Wanda who had come running to you to stay for three days before she was forced by her work. Threatening Bucky that she would castrate him if anything happens to you again. Of course, Bucky would let her if that happens. You are his world but he would make sure it never does. 

So he started to introduce you to some classes on how to use a gun or a knife which you surprisingly took interest compare to the hand to hand combat sessions he tried before.

“Who else is better to teach me than you?” 

Oh, after that comment, let’s just say that Bucky never had been turned on in his life with the trust that you gave him that night. It was also the night that you finally told him what happened.

It turns out, you fought them during the times you are awake and sassed the fuck out of them. They had to tranquilize you numerous times since your body burned through them so fast. Something of a feat that Bucky is quite shocked of since how tiny you are and how you are not really in the best physical condition a human can achieve.

But what made him work up was that it was apparently Beck who took advantage of you. John was the one who always told Beck to calm down and they would have time to take you for themselves. The two apparently took interest with you at the beginning thinking how could you tame Bucky like that. 

The words that Beck had spatted at you as he tried to drag you to him. 

“Let me have a fucking taste of the pussy that tamed the White Wolf!”

“Come on, don’t be shy!”

“You fucking slut!”

Bucky splintered the headboard that day as you recounted the story shakily as you cried and clutched on to him. Then with your permission of course, he made love to you as you were also desperate to forget about how rough Beck was that night. 

John stopped him though and that made him decide to run away with you instead. Apparently, John actually liked you. That explains why John said you flirted with him which you adamantly denied. 

“Wolfie, I can’t even flirt with you? How am I supposed to do that?” You told him as you remained inside his arms after making love with you. “Sometimes, being kind is really a pain in the ass.” 

On that day, Bucky knew he would have to visit the compound one day and do what he was itching to do to Beck the moment Stephen told him about the attempt. It seems the day has come.

“Good morning baby,” Bucky greeted you as you walked over to him as you smiled sleepily. He offered you your cup of coffee. You took it but laid it back down to the counter before jumping into his arms.

Bucky let out an ‘ooof’ as he caught you. The plates in his arm shifting seamlessly, a result of your continuous improvement with the coding and Shuri’s mechanical adjustments.

“Good morning,” You mumbled. You have been extra clingy. Far from your usually reserved affection even with just the two of you. Also, it was Bucky who had always initiated contact but since everything that has happened. It seems like a new side of you has been unlocked.

“How did my foxy sleep?” Bucky asked as you pulled back. You scrunch your nose at the nickname still not used to that nickname but recently it's grown on you. As long as it came from Bucky’s mouth, your Wolfie’s mouth then it's okay. If it's Sam, Steve, Wanda or even Shuri you would throw hands.

“Good.” You decided to answer, then you looked over at him and noticed that he was in his black suit. These days, Bucky has been either sweater clad or Henley clad. “Are you going to work now?” You asked, a tint of sadness in your voice. You kind of liked the arrangement of having Bucky 24/7 now.

Bucky smiled at you softly as he leaned down to kiss you softly which you eagerly returned. After, he moved to reach for your coffee as he spoke.

“I have to go baby but I just need to do a few things and then I’ll be back,” Bucky told you as he deposited you carefully down on one of the countertops. You carefully balanced the coffee that he gave you in your hands as you watched him move towards the food that you didn’t notice served on a plate.

“Okay” You scrunch your eyebrows as you look around and your eyes land on the digital clock. “But it's a Sunday?” You asked him to look back at Bucky who's back is turned on you as he prepared a plate for you.

“Yes I know, but there is something I really need to work on,” Bucky mumbled as he turned around and gave you a plate.

You looked down to see two pieces of French toast and strawberries with dollops of cream cheese on top of it. You gladly took it as you leaned to the side to open the drawers where the forks are. Bucky watched you in awe as you moved around his kitchen as if you lived there long enough. That is a thought he would like to divulge but later. He had something to deal with to seal the deal of letting you stay here at your original home. 

You took a bite of the toast first before speaking again as Bucky grabbed food of his own. “Is it something I can know about?” you asked and Bucky nearly froze at your question. If you noticed it you didn’t comment as you continued to eat while waiting for his answer.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” Bucky told you as he walked towards you with food of his own and leaned his lower back against the edge of the counter top you are seated on. “It’s a thing I want you out of,”

“Dirty Laundry?” You asked, using the codename the two of you decided to call whatever Bucky had to do that is something that needs to be left unsaid. Bucky nodded, not wanting to say anything more.

You nodded as you took another bite of the french toast and Bucky was relieved that you didn’t question further. Besides, you witnessed a lot of things about his life and his work. He doesn’t want to add what he was about to do to the list but he wouldn’t put it past you that you already know what he is about to do.

It was basically Bucky’s motivation as he festered the anger he kept in check while he helped you recover.

A few minutes later, Bucky is on his way out of his penthouse as you walk him over the elevators.

“I’ll be back before dinner time,” Bucky told you as you nodded. You reached out for him at the same time as Bucky reached out for you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your lips met as you kissed him sweetly.

“Be careful, okay?” You told him as you pulled an inch away from his lips. Bucky nodded before surging forward again to kiss you more.

The two of you are so caught up with each other that you didn’t hear Natasha has entered the penthouse with Steve. Someone cleared their throat and that made the both of you pull you apart. You jumped a bit and blushed as you noticed the two standing there. Steve with a look of amusement mixed with embarrassment while Natasha just looked at the two of you as if she was enjoying the show.

“I was told that I am here for a brainstorming session. I didn’t know I would witness a show,” Natasha mused. Bucky snorted at that while you giggled. 

“Very funny Nat.” Bucky then looked back down at you and smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as Bucky leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. With a final squeeze on your waist. Bucky let go of you.

“Hey Steve,” you greeted the blonde hulk of a man and the guy offered a grin.

“Hey little bug,” he greeted back and that made you pout at him playfully.

“Just because I told you that you are my honorary big brother now doesn’t mean you can give me nicknames,” You told him crossing your arms but Steve just looked at you amused.

“Well, that is what you get when saying that lil sis,” he told you and you just chuckled as you moved to give him a hug.

“Please take care of him,” you whispered as Steve nodded,

“Always do,”

Bucky then finally put on his shoes and turned around. “Keep her safe Nat,” Bucky said as he started to walk backward towards the elevator. Nat who walked to stand beside you nodded.

“Sure do,”

Then Bucky turned to look at you and give you one final smile. “I love you,” He said as he stepped inside the elevator. Steve and Natasha looked at him shocked but schooled their features quickly not wanting Bucky to backtrack as they look at you who is smiling widely at him.

“I love you too Wolfie,”

Though before the elevator closed, you surged forward and stopped with your hand startling the three as you looked at Bucky. You stared at him for a while as Bucky stood there looking back at you.

“Kick the fucker for me,” You told him and Bucky’s eyes widened at that before you stepped back and let the elevator closed. Bucky stood there in shock as the elevator descended down to his parking lot. 

“You told her?” Steve can’t help but ask. Bucky shook his head as he smirked.

“She just knows it.” Steve chuckled at that.

“You really do have a keeper this time. First time hearing you say those words freely to other people except Sam and Me, Becca and Winnifred,”

“Yeah, she is a keeper.”

“You are going to put a ring on it anytime soon?”

Bucky already had it made and it is in the process but that is news that he wouldn’t be indulging anyone until it's ready but maybe he could spare some to his old best friend.

“Soon but first, I want to deal with the fucker,”

Bonus Content

Quentin knew he was fucked. The moment Natasha knocked him out from Bucky’s office. He wouldn’t be coming out of this alive. He should have ran away on his own if he knew Walker would betray him like this. Now he is at the compound that much he knew judging by the stink of blood and burnt flesh to where he is at now.

He knows this place. The fucking winter chamber is what they call. Not just by being cold. No, this is the place that the White Wolf unleashes the monster inside him. The one that only his worst enemies could witness and never get out of. If they do it would be in black bags. 

He was fucked. Who knew his dick would have gotten him here? If you weren’t such a fucking— he jumped as the doors in the room he is tied down slowly opened. Three sets of footsteps can be heard as they enter the barely lit room. 

Quentin knew who it was, no one ever came from the past days? Weeks? He doesn’t know. Only Peter with a scrap of bread and water came to him. Now, he knew he had come for him.

The first one he saw was Steve as he walked inside with a briefcase in hand. He moved towards the table situated on Quentin’s left. He didn’t even look at him. The next one was Eddie Brock. The resident psycho freaks under Bucky’s loyal men. He was diagnosed with a split personality and the other one, well. They call him Venom and oh boy, he might not be on the same level as the White Wolf unleashed but Venom was almost on the same level.

He loves to play with his prey and he is a very good hunter. If he is here, the White Wolf is planning something that Quentin wouldn't like to experience right now but has not choice to but suffer.

“Hello Quentin,” Eddie’s voice came and shit, its not Eddie its fucking Venom. Quentin started to struggle. Steve looked to be unfettered as he pulled out tool after tool Venom chuckled at his movements. “Ohhh, someone is excited?” He mused as he stalked towards him. 

Quentin struggled as Venom cackled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t be playing with you. Boss wants to have his hands on you first then I would feast,” Venom hissed and Quentin whimpered. “I would fucking enjoy it. After all, I hate rapists,”

Quentin’s eyes widened at that. Fuck, they knew about what he attempted to do with you and he thought he already pumped you enough tranq to forget about it. Fuck.

“I see, that you remember now what you did Beck,” A low grunt was heard as the last person stepped into the light. Venom stepped behind Quentin holding Quentin’s head as he made him look straight to those dark cerulean eyes. Bucky stepped into the light and his eyes were feral as he looked at Beck. “I know what you did,”

Quentin continued to struggle as he was forced to look at Bucky who neared him.

“You should have come clean, I could have ended it fast and quickly back at my office but you decided to be a little coward. Now, I'm going to enjoy everything I am going to do to you.” Bucky said as he turned to Steve.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he told him and Steve nodded. He didn’t look back as he walked out there and the sound of the door being locked can be heard. 

Bucky then turned to Beck while Venom excitedly watched. “You will regret touching my girl,”

All through the night, only Quentin’s screams can be heard and Venom’s cackle. Despite the heavy locked doors. It can be heard all throughout the compound. Luckily, no other buildings and places around it but it serves as a warning to everyone.

No one. No one messes with FEAR himself.

[devirnis]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

tagged by @panbuckley MWAH

trying to shift gears and focus more on the holiday au since holy crap we’re halfway through August already so winter will be here before I know it

Wednesdays are Buck’s favourite day at Kelly’s Department Store.

There’s not a lot of joy to be found in the soul-crushing world of working retail, so Buck seizes onto little moments of happiness wherever he can find them, and the Wednesday morning sales demonstrations that Buck gets to put on as head of the cookware section have been some of the few, consistent bright moments in his ten years at Kelly’s. Under the guise of showing off the new pots and pans to a handful of regular attendees, Buck gets to try his hand at the newest Chef Nash recipes – and gets paid to do it, to boot. Working retail after dropping out of college at nineteen might not have been part of Buck’s ten year plan – not that he’s ever had a ten year plan – but he supposes things could have turned out a lot worse. He’s been gainfully employed for a decade, he can pay his meagre bills. It’s not exactly the American Dream he heard about growing up, but it’ll do.

“Hey Buckley, you save any for me?”

Buck looks up from where he’s packing up leftovers from the demonstration to see Lucy Donato leaning against one of the kitchen displays, staring hopefully at the tupperware in Buck’s hands.

“Of course I did,” he says, handing it to her. Before he can even offer her a compostable fork, Lucy’s shovelling the food into her mouth with her bare hands. He grimaces. “You couldn’t go be an animal in the break room?”

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[koreandragon]

Kdramas are in such a sorry state lately it's so sad. We're getting all these sequels for shows that mostly weren't supposed to have multiple seasons so they're a mess bc they have no story to tell. They're all dazzle razzle and no actual decent writing (taxi driver, nine tailed fox, romantic doctor etc) and then we have the 500 crime/thriller shows which are mostly deeply mediocre or downright awful. At least with romcoms if the chemistry is good and the character work is decent enough you can have a really fun show. With these dramas most of it hinges on a well written plot at which the majority fail spectacularly. News came out a few weeks ago that there are 80 dramas made that might never air bc they have no platform bc all the big ones cut the wen-thurs slot except jtbc so there are 80 dramas that will most likely rot after so much hard work and these could be great dramas, because their criteria is it will air if it has big names in it, so this is not a quality issue. Netflix really f*cked us, not only did it start the collapse of the us industry( writers are striking, actors are about to strike, shows are getting cancelled after 1/2 seasons and 8 episodes, shows getting purged for a buck, everyone is only looking for IP with big names and no one cares about good ideas or creativity) it also insidiously burrowed into the kdrama industry and changed the genres of dramas we get, the number of episodes we get, even the sequels bc it used to be no matter how huge a shows ratings were, the worst they could do was an extension, sequels weren't a thing that happened except very rarely in prodecurals like ten or vampire prosecutor. The entire thing is a sad state of affairs, another case of tech bros devastating an industry (I'm referring to the US tv/movie industry) they don't understand to line their pockets and moving on to the next one while the wreckage left in their wake will never be salvaged.

anon i absolutely agree. this is such a depressing topic for me especially because i just love cinema so much. my parents raised me to love movies then i eventually fell in love with tv shows and kdramas and it literally kills me to see the downfall of these amazing comforts in my life. i think the main reason why i haven't been here is because i just wasn't feeling like dragging through another kdrama with a medicore plot. y'all know what i was doing instead? watching old movies i've been meaning to watch for a long time or rewatching classics. you hear this every day and you could jump me for it but...they don't make them like they used to anymore. and idc how corny it sounds cause it's fucking true. exluding some very good recent movies where people making it still care about making an enjoyable piece of media (i don't give a fuck what anyone thinks of tom cruise or top gun, maverick was the only new movie in a long time that made me feel like i used to while watching movies and i literally cannot wait for the new mission impossible film). i'm a 100% with the writers strike, i really hope that they can get what they want and we will finally get back at least a fraction of something that was lost along the way. netflix was supposed to make things accessible, not turn the industry upside down and inside out then light it on fire and piss on the flames. every time i read a season 2 announcement of a kdrama i just go UGHHHHHHH. why are we adding seasons to a show that doesn't need it and why are we cancelling seasons for shows that needed to go longer to tell a story? what's the fucking rationale? oh oh OH mONEy???? netflix don't have enough MONEYYYY??? can't pay residuals to writers or renew a show that has moved people and has more story to tell but has money to make a squid game IN REAL LIFE (which is in itself like....the point flew over everyone's heads) and renewing shows NO ONE ASKED FOR?? oh what? what? more and more people are unsubscribing from your service? how could that be.....only if there was a solution to keep your subscribers by offering them quality content instead of mindless cash grabs....

i'll close this with probably one of my favorite posts on this site

[copperbadge]

i don't know if this was intentional but you seem to have set the exchange rate of saorh to euros higher than nearly any other european currency. in 12 points jerry wants to buy the car for 32 M TRY. someone says that's over 1.2M saorh. 32M TRY = approx. 1.6M euros. (this also makes the saorh to USD rate in favor of saorhs; euros & USD are like 1.1 to .9 right now.) while you could say well 1.6 is over 1.2, the car's referred to as a million dollar car, indicating it's closer to 1.2M. also 32M TRY = 1.4M GBP, which also sets the saorh to GBP rate in favor of the saorh.

i really like these numbers -- it helps reinforce the idea that ashkazer-shivadlakia has this amazing stable economy, even with how small the country is. caleb mentions the stability of the saorh early on in 12 points to buck, and this really demonstrates it. also shows why no one ever bothered pegging it to the euro! why bother!

also! as far as i can tell, the iso 4217 for the saorh might be ass? (a-s as the country code and then s for the saorh). could also be aks, which i prefer stylistically but i could def see the nation going 'no, we want our currency to be known in the financial world as ASS'

i know this is super nerdy worldbuilding but i've been thinking a lot about the ashkazer-shivalakian economy instead of doing the work i have for my actual econ class haha

Well, admittedly some of that is an error, I did the math wrong on the Saorh-Lira conversion but I knew Lira were subject to some pretty severe inflation so I didn't question it. :D In theory, the Saor is independent, although in practice outside of the story it's basically pegged to the dollar, like that's what I use as reference when pricing things in Saorh. In Royals/Ramblers there's a brief exchange where Monday wants to bet ten dollars on something, and Noah tells her that's roughly 11 Saorh, so she just bets ten Saorh.

I've adjusted the amounts and put in Euro for Lira since obvs. the Lira isn't in existence anymore, but hopefully the change is still reassuring for someone who's super into currency/economics, since I've also adjusted the value of the car downward (it's actually about a $150K car). I try to keep things somewhat vague a lot of the time but I also do try to keep it in proportion for the most part, like I did put thought into the Saor and how it would be valued or supported as a currency. Gregory II worked really hard to lay the groundwork for an economically stable, democratic society, and Jason and Michaelis both considered themselves custodians of that. Gregory III, because Michaelis kept the country so stable so long and because Gregory has an MBA with a specialization in economics, is able to start reaching towards actual diversified investments to support the country; he's starting to woo pharma and tech companies, and taking small risks like investing in Galia's bond measures. (You'll see this paying off after Royals/Ramblers, when Gregory starts to have a little walking-around money to spend on a national university and a football team.)

Love the idea that the Saor might be ASS :D It looks like the currency codes were instituted in 1973, so Jason was in charge, and probably wouldn't have approved ASS (Michaelis might have, depending on his mood). But it could also be SHS, for Shivadh Saor, or RSS for Royal Shivadh Saor, looks like neither of those are taken. (My love of RSS readers makes my desire clear....)