#code vein writings

[kyouzen]

Answering oc asks from previous reblog

Undercut because some parts are pretty sensitive, and may contain spoiler

Tag<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> @quixoticmirror

Wound: Luciel will bury and hide all types of his wounds, worse wound he ever experienced is probably both mental and emotional. Seeing the bodies of his family scattered on the ground because of the Horrors and Lost, and how he is a victim of SA when he was still human, he was still haunted by that memory. (This part of Luciel story never I really publicly say due to Luciel story still not fully final)

Ghost: Himself, more precisely "The Angel", so this is actually part of his lore in the past before the Queenslayer operation. After experiencing trauma from the events he experienced after reborn as a revenant, and how hard it is to live as a revenant he slowly lost his humanity completely. Here he is no longer "Kiyoshi" and becomes Nameless he kills and hunts both humans and Revenants to survive and steal from them (because GEN-1 there's no Bloodbeads) and from this he was given the title "The Angel"

Random fun fact and why he called The Angel, is first because of the halos and his appearance in general and second because at some points he actually still give mercy (mostly to children, he'll often let them go of even give his supplies or protect them, doesn't matter if they're human or revenant, all because he sometimes see himself in them)

Skin: He is struggling really bad, but he doesn't know how to deal with them or have difficulty understanding it, even though he doesn't remember (based on the canon Protagonist story because they lose their memories) He always had nightmares about it but he just dismissed it as just a "dream", he is a failure, a monster, and a nightmare in its time.

More story to add as details: Luciel lost all his memories because he keeps killing himself again and again (after the death of his family) until there's nothing left, and that's why he actually "nameless" because he doesn't remember his own name, until in Queenslayer Operation he named himself "Luciel" (which name was actually given by a child he saved, unfortunately that kid is dead (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ ehe) so... Luciel actually been wondering about his past, but at the same time if he get his memories back it'll be a nightmare for him.

His lore is still not final, some parts are probably change later

But this is the current/newest version, but I'm keeping how his whole family is dead 🙃 and basically, the current Luciel is like a whole new person, until the story I write about outside the redmist he found another vestige of his, and it's just past when he's in middle school and here he finally understand that "familiar" feelings he feels from Louis, because Louis is actually his childhood friend

[magg0t-bible]

what I expected going into The Goldfinch: powerful story about boy losing his mother, the painting that ties him to her, metaphors about grief and acceptance

what I got: DOOMED RUSSIAN YAOI

[technocipher]

OKAY BUT CODE VEIN 2

There are far, far too many questions that trailer left me with! Is this an alternate timeline? Did something go horribly wrong after the Good and Good+ endings? Did the Aragami sneak in when nobody else was looking? Are we going to see the main cast again? Are Jack and Eva going to have a bigger focus, if so?

We definitely still have access to Home Base if the trailer is anything to go by. The focus on time, and channeling it as a power lends to some interesting theories. If I had to guess, we might be seeing a further explanation of the connection between the BOR Parasite and God Eater's Oracle Cells. Now, I'm not going to mince words-- I'm no expert on the lore of God Eater. I am, however, terribly curious about the devs linking the lore together further.

(I can also see the Elden Ring influence and I am terribly amused about it.)

So much to look forward to! (The hype is going to kill me...)

[reflectionsofacreator]

Miguel lifted his hand up to shade his eyes so he could look at the sky, away from where the airship came to a halt and started to open up. His frown deepened. “About half an hour, maybe forty five minutes before I’m useless.” 

“You turn into a pumpkin at noon or something?” Gladio asked, calling his sword from the armiger and letting it rest on his shoulder. It was one dropship, it shouldn’t be hard to clean up before then. 

Miguel’s red eyes flicked over to him, and a rueful smile came over his lips. “Nah. More like sleeping beauty.” 

Gladio snorted softly and adjusted his grip. He really wasn’t expecting them to be funny like they were, especially after such a close call the night before. It was almost like meeting another group like themselves — clearly these three had worked together for years and knew each other well, like him, Noct, and Iggy. Prompto would get there, but there wasn’t quite the right synergy yet. It would come with time, especially with how often they were getting attacked between hunts and daemons at night… 

“You put your weapons in the trunk?” Gladio asked, not looking away from where the MTs were starting to drop out of the airship. One of them even had a flag. Pricks.

“Nope,” Emily chirped, and held out her hand. 

It was a bit like watching Noctis summon something from the Armiger. The shape of a blade started to form in her outstretched hand by floating particles in the air, but that was where the similarities ended. Instead of crystalline motes it was embers, looking like sparks from a fire that swirled around her and formed the blade, until the center was practically glowing with inner fire. The tip curved upright into a wicked point, and the hilt looked more like a trigger clamp of some kind. The embers surrounding her weapon faded, but it seemed like the fire inside only got brighter until it solidified into molten metal that ran the length of the steel. Gladio swore he could see it moving inside the blade. 

Dimly he realized that Yakumo and Miguel were doing the same, summoning their weapons out of what looked like a swirl of embers and sparks. There was even the faintest smell of campfire ash, just enough to make his nose twitch. Damn, he really, really needed answers as to just what the fuck was up with their magic, and how they even had it. It didn’t look like the Armiger, but it was too close for comfort. 

Next to him, Noctis was idly flipping through his weapons, but his eyes were intent. They shared a glance, and Noct’s eyebrows rose just a tad. Gladio grimaced slightly and made a so-so motion with his hand, and the hand signal for “unsure”. Noctis just nodded and took a half step closer to him. 

Sure, these foreigners said they had an alliance, but Gladio wasn’t about to take chances. 

-- Astralfire Credence, ch 7: Not Thinking About It

new update~

[multiversetravelingjournalist]

*Points to Code Vein canon writers* #%@& you.

*Points to Code Vein fanfic writers* I forgive you.

*Points to Code Vein fans in general* Give me a moment.

*Crawls into writing hole* In my heart, Cruz Silva will live.

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I will write a Cruz Silva Lives fanfic if it's the last thing I do!

[khyiratw]

ᴏᴄ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ᴇᴍᴀ <3

ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙɪᴏ ɪꜱ ᴜᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏʜ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ. <3

ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴠᴇɪɴ ᴏᴄ, ᴇᴍᴀ, ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ! ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ-ᴜᴘ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙɪᴏ-ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ! ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. </3

ʙᴜᴛ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ, ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ɴɪᴄᴇʀ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ-ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴏꜰꜰ! :ᴅ

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄʟɪᴘꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴇɪʟꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ. :')

/// ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ \\

🩸 ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇᴍᴀ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋɪ (恵満 黒木), ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴍɪᴋᴏ (富聖子).

🩸 ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ꜰᴜᴍɪᴋᴏ, ɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘꜱᴇᴜᴅᴏɴʏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʀᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴜᴍɪᴋᴏ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

🩸 ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ʙʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴇᴀꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.

🩸 ᴇᴍᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ, ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴍᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴀꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Qᴜᴇᴇɴꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇ-ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ.

🩸 ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ, ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ.

🩸 ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ ᴇᴍᴀ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ 22 ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ.

🩸 ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴇᴍᴀ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇʜᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ��ʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏꜱᴛ.

🩸 ᴇᴍᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ' ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴍᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ.

🩸 ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʙᴇʀᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜰɪᴇʟᴅ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ.

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🩸 ᴇᴍᴀ'ꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ) ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɴᴀɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅʏᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ. ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ.

🩸 ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ꜱʜᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛꜱ, ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ (ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ), ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ (ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ) ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀʀɴ ɪᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴏ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. (ʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ʀᴜɪ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴜꜱᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ.)

🩸 ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴ ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ.

🩸 ᴇᴍᴀ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴏ, ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴀ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇQᴜɪᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛʏ ʜᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ? ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴀꜱɪᴛᴇ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Qᴜᴇᴇɴꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴇᴍᴀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ.

🩸 ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ, ᴇᴍᴀ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ, ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴇᴡ.

🩸 ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴇɪɴ, ᴇᴍᴀ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴜᴛᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ. ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ɪꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

🩸 ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴍᴀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴠᴇɪɴ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛꜱᴋɪʀᴛꜱ.

🩸 ᴀꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇɪɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ, ᴇᴍᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ. ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴘʟᴜꜱʜɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀꜱᴘ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ.

ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ! ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴜɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʙɪᴏ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜʏᴘᴇʀꜰɪxᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴠᴇɪɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ! <3

[milktian]

i have beaten code vein with the good ending yippee!!

i've put my final stuff under the cut. im gonna try and perfect it before starting a new playthrough, but it's gonna be hard letting go of the big bonk build.

i've been really into strength builds recently which is wild cause im usually a dex or magic user dfsglksjdgl once you go bonk you never go back ig

side note: i never got the offhand weapon stuff so i kinda just put a bayonett in there so i could lure enemies away. it's a queenslayer bayonett+7 aside from that, my weapon (was the impulse anchor) felt like such a reward cause I struggled against mido like actually.

the final boss also gave me trouble but thanks to io quick healing me, I got there yippee. Aside from just being a bit awkward to fight in a small space, the camera really was out to get me.

i really liked code vein tho!! i picked it up cause i thought it would help me get over my fear of dark souls (for some reason im so overwhelmed playing them it's wild) and turns out it's one of my favourite games now.

there are some parts that uuuuh definitely bugged me (for some reason there are only like. two mistles max allowed in later sections, and even with shortcuts, made run backs so annoying).

Also knock-off anor londo wasn't bad you guys, I think you just hate mazes. provisional government outskirts + centre sucked way harder /lh

[code-pain]

Three characters have birthdays this month

Eva(21), Mia(28), and Protag(31)

[kyouzen]

You're telling me there are people out there who know/play CodeVein but don't know there's a canon protagonist?

THEN WHO DO YOU THINK THIS CHARACTER IS??? NPC???

[khys-treasure-box]

✦ 𝘒𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Masterlist Content Key

✦ (F) | Fluff

✦ (A) | Angst

✦ (P) | Platonic

✦ (R) | Romantic

✦ (S) | Suggestive

✦ (T) | Triggering/Dark Content

✦ (E) | Explicit/NSFW

✦ (Y) | Yandere (Separated from general triggering/dark content as a filter for those who are uninterested in yandere content specifically)

Apex Legends

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Code Vein

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Fairy Tail

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Genshin Impact

✦ (F)(R) Snowed in with Ajax <3

✦ (F)(R) Xiao's awkward approach to romance

✦ (A)(R) Kaeya just can't be honest, can he?

Honkai Star Rail

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Jujutsu Kaisen

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Metaphor Re:Fantazio

✦ (E)(R) Strohl and his in the sheets™ habits

My Hero Academia

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Persona

✦ (F)(R) Akihiko trying (and failing a bit) to be romantic

Pokemon

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Resident Evil

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Tokyo Revengers

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Trigun

✦ (F)(R)(A) Vash when he has a partner

Twisted Wonderland

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

Zenless Zone Zero

✦ (F)(R) Asaba Harumasa? More like Asaba Clingymasa!

✦ (A) Just Harumasa wishing so bad he was normal :(

✦ (F)(R) Valentine's with Seth <3

✦ (E) Wise: Certified Kinky Bastard

Other

└➤ Writing in progress. . .

[reflectionsofacreator]

Louis stood up and dusted his hands off, and Mia could see his frown even through his mask. “Do we want to take a break here, and head back to the base? Come back once we’ve rested?”  Yakumo’s brows rose. “If you’re the one suggesting that, then….”  “I know, I know,” he sighed, and shook his head. “But Aiden clearly isn’t alright, and this place has been difficult on all of us. I don’t like the idea of turning back now, but I don’t want to risk one of us turning to ash.”  “If we leave now, then the Lost we’ve already defeated might reform before we come back,” Mia pointed out. Idly she brushed Aiden’s hair out with her fingers, and she could still feel flecks of dried blood against the long strands. Her own hair was greasy, dirty, and no better, and she desperately wanted a shower, but practicality had to come first. This wasn’t her first foray into dangerous territory that held something she wanted, and creature comforts would be secondary until they were done.  Louis frowned beneath his mask, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the larger platform that had held the berserk Lost that had almost taken all of them out. He glanced first at Yakumo, then at her, then finally at Aiden, and seemed to weigh his options.  “It’s a valid concern,” he said finally, and sighed. “But I’d rather us be cautious than reckless. Any death here might take weeks to reform from, and we’re lower on supplies than I’d like. Not to mention Aiden’s probably not feeling well — the vestige was one of his.”  Mia’s brows rose, and she looked down at the sleeping revenant in a new light. No wonder he’d acted like he did, if it held a death of his. Some of her own deaths had been brutal, and she had no desire to relive the sequence of events that lead to them. 

--Raven Feathers, ch 11: Turbulence

It's done! And I get to use my spiffy new banner that I made~

[marvelstoriesepic]

Your Ghost Knows Me

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: On a mission to dismantle a Hydra base, Bucky’s activation codes are triggered. And what does he do without a kill order?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: mind control; non-consensual behavior (not sexual but bodily autonomy themes); possessive behavior; gun violence (implied, not graphic); threats of violence; emotional manipulation (unintentional); PTSD; trauma responses; forced proximity; mentions of Bucky’s past; Hydra

Author’s Note: I'll never get tired of a possessive Winter Soldier!! Honestly, I should write about him more often. Anyway, this absolutely iconic request is from my sweet dear!! Thank you so much, and I hope you'll enjoy ♡

2k Drabble Challenge Masterlist | Masterlist

There is always something quiet about Bucky when he looks at you before the mission begins. Quiet in the way thunder is quiet just before the crack. As if he is holding something inside himself too loud for the world.

You always say his name and he would look at you like he’s afraid to blink.

You don’t think you’re supposed to notice the way he hovers at your side. You’re not supposed to feel his shadow, stitched to your steps. But you do. You always do. Because Bucky Barnes does not know how to stay subtle. Not with you. Not when he thinks you might not make it out of this alive.

Your mission is to break into an old Hydra base with heat still humming through the walls and ghosts still hanging from the rafters.

The team drops in like rain. Controlled chaos. Clint on the left flank. Sam from above. Steve on the right flank. Nat somewhere in the dark.

You are light-footed and fast and smart and alive. Bucky stays behind you. Always behind you. Watching your six. He never lets you fall.

And you get the proof of this for the thousandth time when he throws his arm out and grabs your vest to yank you back hard enough to make you gasp. Your heart stutters in your throat. You stumble, twist, spin - and crash into him.

There was a tripwire. You almost walked into it. And Bucky saw. He sees everything.

“You okay?” He breathes, voice low, not quite touching worry but brushing the edges of it.

“Yeah,” you whisper back. “Thanks.”

He nods. Says nothing. Keeps moving.

You press forward into the maze of concrete and metal that is the Hydra base, gun raised, heart playing the drum in your ribs.

Bucky slows.

You glance over at him. “What is it?”

He stares at a rusted door, barely ajar. A soft static pulses from within, like an old radio dying in slow motion. The sound crawls down your spine. Your skin prickles.

“Bucky,” you start, reaching for him. “Let’s move.”

But he’s already walking toward that door with narrowed eyes.

The room is dark. Cold. Frost is on the walls like a memory that won’t let go. A machine in the corner makes low noises. Wires twitch on the floor like veins ripped from a corpse. The air stinks of metal and mildew and something old. Something wrong.

And then it speaks. A voice, thick with static, seeps out of the machine. A voice you don’t understand. Not really. You can’t make out the words, but you know them. You know what they mean.

“Желание. Ржавый.”

You spin around, heart rushing up to your ears, calling his name, but it’s too late.

“Семнадцать. Рассвет.”

Bucky stands frozen.

Stone. Steel. Silence.

His face is slack. That haunted stillness takes over.

He isn’t gone. But he isn’t Bucky anymore.

“Печь.”

His eyes go distant. Flat. His face cracks into something you’ve only seen in nightmares. No fury. No fear. Just absence.

“Доброкачественный.”

“No,” you breathe. Your heart forgets how to beat. “Bucky,” you basically yell at him. Nobody even knew there were still functioning systems here. But they’d been waiting. Planning.

“Девять.”

“Bucky please snap out of this.” You know it’s useless. You don’t know why you say it.

“Возвращение на родину.“

Your hand trembles around the grip of your weapon as you force yourself to jump out of the shock your limbs are locked in. You raise your arm and aim. You pull the trigger. One.

“Один.”

Two.

“Грузовой вагон.”

Three.

Four times.

The machine sparks. Cracks. Screams. A dozen red lights blink and die like stars going out. The voice cuts out, perhaps wanting to give a command, a final breath of Russian strangled by silence. And it slams into the room like a body.

For a heartbeat, for a breath, you think it’s over.

You hope it’s over.

But his name dies on your tongue when you turn back to him.

Bucky doesn’t speak. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe like a man. He doesn’t look at you - he tracks you, the way a sniper does. As if you’re a piece of intel.

Sam’s voice crackles over the comms. “Hey. We heard something. Everything good over there?”

You can’t answer right away.

Your voice is lost.

Because Bucky Barnes is gone.

And the Winter Soldier is standing in his place.

It takes you a minute to explain your situation and you hear the tremor in Steve’s voice when he tells you they’re on their way.

You try to breathe around the panic growing like thorns in your chest.

You whisper his name, again and again, as if it’s a spell that might pull him back. But the Winter Soldier does not know your voice.

Does not know you.

And when Steve finally rounds the corner, face pale, shield up, Bucky growls.

Low. Subhuman. A warning without words.

“Woah, woah- easy,” Steve says, holding up a hand. He looks at you. “He’s- He’s not gone. We’ll fix this. We can bring him back.”

You don’t know how promising he tries to make this sound.

But Bucky shifts his body, in front of you.

He plants himself between you and everyone else, like a wall, like a weapon.

Like a threat.

No orders. No hesitation. Just instinct.

He scans Steve’s hands. Sam’s gun. Natasha’s eyes.

Every time someone even twitches in your direction, he angles his body tighter around you, metal hand flexing. His breathing is shallow. Sharp.

He has no words. No explanations. He doesn’t seem to need them.

You try to take a step forward, away from his back. He moves with you. You stop. So does he.

“Please,” you whisper. “Bucky. Come back.”

But he doesn’t flinch.

Not for the begging in your voice. Not for the heartbreak in your eyes.

But you know he doesn’t hear you. He only hears the ghosts in his blood. The machine in his brain. The purpose Hydra seared into his bones.

“Alright, this can’t-“ The moment Sam takes a step forward, Bucky moves.

He grabs you. Not roughly, not violently, but fully. As if the air between your bodies has never existed. As if he’s made of magnets and you’re the only thing that ever pulled him north.

His metal arm anchors around your waist, his other hand at your shoulder, your spine, your hip - everywhere, all at once. He places himself between you and the others again and makes sure to keep you there as if you are a holy thing. His breath is ragged. Feral.

“Bucky,” Steve tries. There is something pained in his tone. Also something warning. “Let her go.”

But he doesn’t listen.

Because there is nothing left to listen to.

No more commands. No more codes. No more voice in his ear.

So he seems to have written a new directive into his mind and that is you.

You are the mission now. You are the purpose, the protection, the last thing left when everything else burns.

His hand is wrapped around your wrist so tightly, it makes your breath hitch. But you don’t pull away. You can’t. There is something in his eyes. Something not Bucky but not nothing either.

Not the soldier.

Not the man.

Just this animal of loyalty. Of violence. Of need.

You try.

God, you try.

You speak to him in pieces. In whispers. In words coming from trembling lips and bruised hope.

“Bucky,” you plead.

Soft. Like maybe softness will do it. Like maybe he’ll come back to the sound of your voice wrapped in love instead of command.

But he doesn’t.

And he doesn’t let anyone near you.

Not Steve, who takes one careful step and ends up with a knife lodged in the floor in front of his foot.

Not Sam, who reaches out and gets a warning growl that raises the hairs on your arms.

Not Natasha, who tries to circle behind, quiet as a whisper - and is met with the barrel of Bucky’s gun aimed clean between her eyes.

You frantically call Bucky’s name.

“Hey- easy,” she says, voice low. “Nobody wants to harm your girl, Barnes.”

He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t care.

He tightens his grip on you, fingers locking around your arm like a shackle. You try to find a piece of Bucky still breathing in there.

But all you see is possession.

He steps back into the shadows, pulling you with him, shielding you with his body as if the world is trying to take you and he’s the last wall still standing.

No one sees you now.

Because he won’t let them.

He moves you behind crates. Walls. Corners. Shadows. Always putting something between you and them. Always hiding you. Not out of shame. Not out of fear.

Out of possession.

Out of protection.

Out of a command he gave himself.

You are a mission. A precious object. A singular order sculpted into the ruins of his memory.

You hear Steve’s heavy sigh. His quiet and deep voice. The pain in it. “We need to sedate him.”

The next thing you pick up is the click of a safety releasing.

Bucky’s gun is pointed and ready.

He would kill for you right now.

He would kill them.

All of them.

Within the blink of an eye.

For you.

“No,” you croak out, voice breaking. It feels wrong to call him Bucky. It feels wrong to call him Soldat. “Please don’t! Don’t do this!”

You don’t know if it’s something in your voice or something in your tense stance against his back, but he slowly lowers his gun, slowly turns his head to stare at you.

Empty.

Unreachable.

But somehow not cold.

And then his hand rises. Flesh fingers trace your jaw. So gently it nearly breaks you.

It’s not affection. It’s assessment.

He’s checking. For wounds. For weakness. For threats, you might be hiding beneath your skin.

You breathe as if forgetting how to.

You try to shift. Just a little. Just to look behind him. Just to meet Steve’s eyes, Sam’s, Natasha’s, Clint’s - who finally got his ass here as well.

But Bucky moves. Fast.

A hand around your chin. Tilting your face back toward him.

Eyes narrow. Jaw locks.

You know what it means.

He doesn’t want you to look at them.

He doesn’t want you to speak with them.

He doesn’t want you to think of them.

You are his now.

Because something in his mind burned the world down and left you standing in the wreckage, and he needs something to hold onto. Not just anything. Not just anyone. You.

You try again.

Whispers, again.

“I have to talk to them-”

He shakes his head. Once. Sharp. Final.

“No,” he growls. Not language. Not word. Just a sound scraped from somewhere too deep and too far gone.

You flinch and he feels it.

His grip grows stiff.

Your body goes still.

He doesn’t want to hurt you. But he doesn’t let you go.

You catch the glint of Steve’s shield out of the corner of your eye.

They haven’t moved in minutes.

They’re waiting.

They’re watching.

They don’t want to hurt him either. But they will if they have to.

“Don’t,” you murmur. “Don’t come closer. Don’t- don’t try to talk to me, he- he doesn’t want that.”

You hear Sam lower his weapon, just a hair. “We can’t leave you like this.”

You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to pull Bucky into your arms and shake him until something clicks and he remembers you. Remembers himself.

But the Winter Soldier only seems to be remembering his duty. Violence shaped into protection.

And right now, that protection looks like isolation.

You. Alone. Tucked behind crates and corners and silence and his broad shoulders.

You speak anyway. Because you have to. Because he’s in there somewhere. Because he might not hear the others, but maybe he can still hear you.

“Bucky,” you speak. Swallow. “They’re not the enemy.”

His hand twitches on your arm.

“They’re your friends.”

He tightens his grip.

“They’re my friends.”

He releases another deep and gravelly sound.

His body is tense, electric, fury held in the cage of his bones.

“Please,” you say. You hate the sound of your own voice now. You sound like you are shattering in slow motion. “You don’t have to protect me from them. You don’t- I’m not-”

You breathe out shakily.

Your lip trembles. Your eyes sting.

Because he’s looking at you as if he would kill the whole world to keep you safe. And he doesn’t even remember who you are.

You press your forehead to his chest. His body doesn’t move.

He’s breathing faster now. His pulse thrums under your cheek.

But he lets you stay there.

That has to be something.

Behind Bucky, someone whispers your name. Carefully. Cautiously. As though if they say it wrong you’ll be ripped out of this moment and Bucky will hunt them all down.

You lift your head.

Bucky sees it.

Sees the way your eyes pull toward Sam’s voice.

Sees the way you’re still trying to hold onto them. Still reaching.

He doesn’t like that.

He hates that.

His hand finds the back of your neck. He pulls you into him, hides your face in his chest. Your shoulders lock. His body shields you like a fortress of flesh and metal and confusion. As if your gaze is a window, and he is closing the shutters.

You are not theirs anymore.

And he will not let you be.

[hellcatinnc]

A Warrior & The Abandoned Kitten

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My story skit I just put together on the whim but so fits the pictures.

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The moment you meet and your heart stops because he looks at you with the passion of a warrior even though he is probably undressing you with his eyes.

He reaches out his hand to pull you to him, he makes that vow at that point he will stay by your side and protect you as you fight together. He wants to take the abandoned kitty home with him.

He brings you into his home and lets you even lay on his couch. He normally doesn't let pets on it but for you he will allow it.

He talks over telling you about the mission as he stares into your eyes you knew this mission could be dangerous but for your new master you would follow him anywhere because you know he will always protect you.

Another friend of his decides to flirt with you and get your attention while he stands there watching jealousy in the pit of his stomach so he suggests you leave and get to a mission.

You make the deal that he will fight along side of you and protect you where you need it, and you will stay by his side as his loyal kitten, the kitten he picked up on the side of the street and brought home.

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I will add more later as I play the game honestly it was just fun to throw together on pictures I already had of them lol.

[14dayswithyou]

PSA ! Because I've seen it be brought up in YouTube videos, in the comments section on Itch, and in quite a few asks on Tumblr... Here are some common misconceptions about "14 Days With You" that I'd like to clear up!

14 Days With You is not an otome game; it's an amare game!! The main character (Angel) is not a female heroine/female protagonist, and they're not written to be female-coded. Yes, you have the option to customise your pronouns and how others perceive you, but there is no "default" or fixed narrative perspective for 14DWY (outside of a gender-neutral perspective).

If it isn't already obvious, Ren's characterisation heavily leans into the "dere" aspect of a yandere. He genuinely loves Angel... Just to a terrifying degree.

None of the cast members are heterosexual, so please don't assume that all of Teo's exes/flings were women, that Leon has only had girlfriends in the past, that Olivia is only attracted to good-looking men, etc. In a similar vein, I want to remind everyone that Jae-Hyun is gay and Kiara is a lesbian.

14DWY is also a romance game!! The whole point is to get to know Ren, grow closer with him, and ultimately romance him. So please stop asking me to include BTD, TDDUP, or W1WD mechanics in the game. It's completely fine if you like those types of genres — and I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum — but it's not the vibe I'm going for with 14DWY, and it's not something I want to write about.

Ren dyes his hair! He isn't wearing a pink wig.

Similarly... Violet, Jae, Moth, and Teo all dye their hair as well. But I'm happy if folks want to headcanon that "unnatural" hair colours can exist in the 14DWY universe.

Ren does not have DID or BPD. He's merely a desperate yandere who changes aspects of himself + creates different "personas" to appease Angel (and essentially become their ideal type). He definitely has a pessimistic outlook on his real self, though he does not identify or feel genuine in any of his created personas. I'm comfortable for those who have DID/BPD/etc to headcanon Ren as such, but I heavily discourage everyone else from doing so as I don't want to give them an incorrect or bad reputation.

The 18+ scenes are optional!!!!! The game is intended to be played without them — it's even turned off by default. Nobody is forced to sleep with Ren.

14 Days With You is a passion project that I work on in my free time for fun. I'm not making a profit off of it, I'm not looking to turn it into a career, and in the most /pos way possible; it's not important enough for me to make a priority. So... Please stop guilt-tripping me for updates when I already don't have enough time or luxury to work on it ;v;

(last edited: 19/101/24) — I may add more here over time!!

[rafesangelita]

♡ when a double date with rafe leads to him feeling a sense of familiarity + you may have revealed your biggest secret yet..

warnings: mean!rafe. enemies to ???, suggestive language, lots of cussing lol, slight angst, mild sexting, light degradation (reader and rafe just like being snarky towards each other), sexual tension, flirty banter (?), slight arguing

a/n: this is part two of this fic right here! if you’d like to be added to the taglist just comment on this post or leave me an ask <3 i do plan to write three more parts to this!

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[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.

you felt cold sheer panic run through your veins at the revelation, your heart beating in your ears as you kept rereading his message. you refused to believe what he said to be true. this couldn’t be happening. sharing the same area code could only mean one thing— both of you resided on the island.

sure, the island was small, but it couldn’t be that small.. right? your mind was reeling, everything that you two had talked about, the pictures that you two shared, over the last few months ran through your mind at lightning speed. tossing your phone to the side, you rested your head in your hands, trying your best to piece something, anything, together. this mystery man didn’t talk like anyone you knew, or so you thought. you chewed on your bottom lip, your chest rising and falling as you realized that you hadn’t even confirmed if you two shared the same area code. for all you know he could just be making up some lame excuse for leaving you high and dry.

yeah, that had to be it.

[1:33 AM] brattydiaries: fuck you. i don’t believe that.

[1:35 AM] brattydiaries: i don’t need you to come up with some elaborate lie in order to spare my feelings. if you weren’t serious about reaching out to me in the first place, then you shouldn’t have asked for my number.

rafe was pacing back and forth in his room, the taste of tequila from his earlier activities still lingering on his tongue. he scoffed once your messages came in, his eyes narrowing at his screen as he scratched the back of his neck. insinuating that he didn’t really want to talk to you was just flat out insane. nowadays, all he could do was imagine the way your voice would sound in his ears while he pounded you in, the thoughts and images of you taking up his headspace.

[1:38 AM] countryclub: are you fucking stupid?? i was very serious about wanting to talk to you, you live in my fucking brain.

[1:39 AM] countryclub: 252. that’s the area code for kildare island.

[1:39 AM] countryclub: and judging by the way you post your nail appointments every two weeks, along with all the sexy lil try-on hauls you did for me, i could confidently say that you’re not a pogue.

your eyes widened in horror. only someone who lived on kildare island would know about the whole ‘kooks vs. pogues’ thing. besides the confirmation with the area code, you knew he wasn’t lying. you stared blankly at the screen, having no idea what to say or even do about this situation. having these kinds of blogs and letting anyone you knew in real life find out about them was social suicide. maybe not so much for rafe, but you? you were a totally different person out here. you had a reputation to uphold, you couldn’t risk the scrutiny you or your parents would face if anyone ever found out.

as mad as you were at the mystery man behind the screen for ghosting you without an explanation, you could understand his sudden disappearance now that you currently felt sick to your stomach at the realization. he was far too close for comfort. based off of his username, you knew you two had to be running in the same social circles, your blood running cold at the thought of this person being someone you might’ve had contact with before. figure eight wasn’t big enough to keep a secret like this, it was only a matter of time before you two would unintentionally reveal yourselves to one another.

[1:50 AM] brattydiaries: this can’t go on any longer. sorry not sorry.

you ignored the small pang of hurt in your chest when you pressed send. apart of you hoped that he wouldn’t let you off so easily. you couldn’t deny the thrilling feeling that sat in your tummy at the prospect of knowing who he is but also being utterly clueless at the same time.

[1:55 AM] countryclub: nah.

[1:55 AM] countryclub: i got you right where i want you now.

there was no way in hell rafe was going to just allow you two to go back to not talking. he did it once, but he wouldn’t be able to do it again. especially now that he knows everything he wants is on his side of the island. just in arm’s reach. obviously, he couldn’t physically stop you from blocking him, but at least he knew that if you responded to him then you two were on the same page.

and sure enough..

[1:59 AM] brattydiaries: whatever.

were you scared shitless? yes. did you believe that this was going to backfire in some way? most definitely; but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this. whatever little sexting arrangement you two had going on, it was the only relatively exciting thing you had going for yourself and you weren’t necessarily ready to let it go.

[2:03 AM] countryclub: so can i call you or what?

you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you.

[2:05 AM] brattydiaries: fuck no. goodnight.

rafe smiled down at his phone before getting ready for bed, both of you finding it nearly impossible to get any kind of sleep. when you woke up the next morning, you were met with at least a dozen messages from chanel.

[8:10 AM] chanel ♡: topper just dropped me off at home..

[8:12 AM] chanel ♡: crazyyyyy night.. but anyways! me and you are going on a double date tonight. idk who topper is bringing but you don’t get to say no because love me, okay!?

[8:12 AM] chanel ♡: LMAO imagine it’s rafe

[8:18 AM] chanel ♡: omg you srsly need to wake up already and come over so you could help me choose an outfit!!

you continued reading through her texts, already dreading tonight’s plans as you decided to go ahead and get the day started so you could get this whole ‘date night’ thing over with. even though chanel jokingly said topper would bring rafe to be your date, you really hoped that wasn’t the case. the last thing you felt like doing was fighting or bickering with him because of your indifferences. after spending the afternoon rummaging through chanel’s closet, she finally settled on a dress that she hasn’t worn out before. “where are we even going?” you asked.

“topper said it’s a surprise so he’s picking both of us up from here.” she smiled, her words making you roll your eyes. you hated not knowing what you were getting yourself into. yet again, here you were, sexting with a stranger who just might not be a stranger after all. by the time topper texted chanel that he was outside, you two were in full glam, ready for whatever tonight may bring you. topper opened the doors for both of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you two. “we weren’t sure how to dress, sooo..” topper nodded, “yeah, i can see that.”

topper had on a casual outfit, a stark difference to the mini dresses and heels you and chanel currently wore. “now is probably a good time to tell us where we’re going.” you quipped from the backseat. at your cattiness, chanel flashed you a glare. “rafe offered up his boat, so i figured we’d just have a couple drinks, have a good time, ‘you know?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as chanel happily agreed. this was bullshit. not only did you have to spend the next few hours with rafe on his stupid boat, but you were sure this ‘double date’ was going to turn into a third wheeling act real fast.

fifteen minutes later, and rafe was reaching out to help you onto the druthers, an annoyed look written all over his face as you tossed your purse at him first. “what? i don’t want my bag to fall in the water, okay?!” taking hold of your hand, rafe caught a glimpse of your nails, the french tip design looking oddly familar. you squeezed his palm, stepping onto the deck with a sigh. topper and chanel had already made their way inside the cabin area, both of them laughing as they slid the door shut, leaving you and rafe all by yourselves. it was moments like these that made you wish you could be anywhere else.

rafe scanned your outfit, his eyes lingering on your cleavage before you turned around, annoyed. “i guess it’s a good thing topper didn’t mention i’d be spending majority of my night with you. ‘cause i wouldn’t have came.” you snatched your purse back, your heels clicking against the deck as you sat on one of the cushioned chairs near the lounging area. rafe grabbed his cooler, deciding to entertain your antics since all you two had was time. “mmm, i don’t know about that. apart of me thinks you like arguing with me. i know i do.” you scoffed, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.

“yeah? i bet. female attention seems to be something you lack.” rafe laughed, taking a seat next to you. “oh, i can guarantee you that’s not the case.” he scooted closer, unscrewing the cap from his beer. yeah, right. you knew all about rafe’s inability to hold onto a relationship, rumors of his emotional unavailability spreading around the island like wildfire. “no? i’m sorry, i just assumed since, you know.. you’re a full time asshole.” rafe put his beer down, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly. “only with you, i am.”

you laughed, finally meeting his gaze. he was a lot closer than you thought, his cologne filling your senses as your eyes flickered down to his lips for a second. “so i’m special then?” you had a faux innocent look in your eyes as you blinked up at him, the sight making his jaw clench. “no,” he smiled, leaning in, “but i can be nice. i can be real nice.” the insinuation made your cheeks heat as his face was just mere inches away from your own. tilting your head, you flashed him a sweet smile before shoving him in the chest.

“that’s never going to happen.” rafe acted like you didn’t have any effect on him, but inside? he was fighting every urge to pick you up and take you back to tanneyhill. he couldn’t help but feel like he knew you more than you let on, your demeanor reminding him of a certain someone. “can i ask why?” he watched as you grabbed his beer, your lipgloss smudging around the rim as you took a swig. “why i don’t like you, or why i won’t let you fuck me?” rafe leaned back in his chair, his thighs spreading as he crossed his arms over his chest.

well you definitely had a way with words..

rafe took the time to get a really good look at you. he had a feeling about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, the familiarity driving him crazy. he was determined to figure you out. “both.” he answered, taking his beer back from you. slipping your heels off, you brought your feet up and got comfortable in your spot next to rafe. “well i only realized i didn’t like you when i found out you had been talking about me first. so, really, i should be asking you why you don’t like me.”

rafe blinked. all this time he thought that you felt the way you did just because. “how come you never asked me then?” you stayed silent for a few moments before shrugging. “everyone has always made their assumptions about me. about my parents, about my life.. but no one really knows me, or what really goes on in my home. i just let people think whatever they want.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “what do you mean?” at his words, you realized you may have said too much.

putting your defense back up, you backed away from him slightly before you scoffed. “you’re the last person i’d ever confide in, rafe.” the man next to you immediately recognized what you did, having veered away from being vulnerable a countless amount of times himself. rafe couldn’t help but keep digging. “let’s go tit for tat, then. you tell me something, anything you want, and i’ll say something in return. ‘that way it’s an even exchange.” apart of you hated him for making this so easy.

“i’m not doing that with you.” your voice sounded different. it lacked that usual bite and now rafe felt bad for opening his mouth in the first place. before the awkward tension could settle over you two again, you got up with your phone in your hand. “where are you going?” rafe watched as you slid the door open to the cabin area. “inside. i need to make a phone call.” you lied, walking past chanel and topper who were aggressively making out on the couch in the corner.

locking the small bathroom door behind you, you sighed, taking a moment to let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. what even was that out there? unlocking your phone, you sent chanel a text that you wanted to leave even though the chances of her seeing it was extremely slim. you stalled, deciding to freshen up your makeup as you waited for this so-called ‘date’ to end already. you were reapplying your lip gloss when your phone went off, making you mutter a ‘thank god’. instead of the notification being a message back from your best friend who was currently getting her face sucked off, it was from tumblr instead.

[9:14 PM] countryclub: what are you doing right now? i could use someone to talk to rn ngl

you looked up from your screen and stared into your reflection. this message came at just the right time.

[9:15 PM] brattydiaries: that makes two of us. i’m not with the sweet talk rn though, but i could use a distraction right now for sure..

[9:16 PM] countryclub: define ‘sweet talk’ cause i had every intention of asking you for some sexy pics and maybe a phone call if you’re down with that?

you refrained from laughing at his text, his bluntness throwing you for a loop. you couldn’t deny the giddy feeling you had in your tummy when you thought about hearing his voice. biting your lip nervously, you pulled the neckline of your dress down, exposing the lace of your bra before snapping a few pictures.

[9:19 PM] brattydiaries: 3 attachments

[9:20 PM] brattydiaries: here’s the first half of your request. make me wet and just maybe i’ll accept the call..

rafe was outside on the deck looking over his shoulder every two seconds to make sure you weren’t coming back in time to see the explicit photos currently illuminating his screen. he cursed under his breath, his eyes raking over the soft swells of your breasts. you were so fucking perfect, he couldn’t believe you were so close yet so far.

[9:22 PM] countryclub: fuckk you’re unreal.

[9:22 PM] countryclub: i hate that i’m wrapped up with something right now, otherwise i’d be sending you paragraphs about how pretty your tits look for me.

you sighed in defeat, making a mental note to send him a text once you were finally in the comfort of your own bed. with you still in the bathroom, rafe took his time examining the photos, his eyes widening slightly as he zoomed in on the dainty diamond pendant of your necklace, the background looking like something he has seen before.

[9:25 PM] brattydiaries: aww, too bad.

just then, chanel knocked on the bathroom door, her hair looking slightly out of place once you opened it. “i just saw your text. you ready to go?” you nodded, adjusting your dress before stepping out. “sorry to cock block you, i just had a really weird moment with rafe.” you explained, tossing your phone back in your purse. chanel waved you off before interlocking her arm with yours. “don’t even worry about it, we’re going back to his place, anyways.” she reassured you.

topper was already outside on the deck once you two made your way out of the cabin. glancing at rafe, you quickly looked away once you saw that he was already staring at you. “well, thanks for letting us use the druthers.” chanel smiled, in which rafe just shook his head. “ah, don’t even worry about it,” he held your stare, “..i had a good time.” blinking away from him, rafe’s eyes caught onto your cleavage once again, except this time; a sparkle from right above your neckline took him out of his reverie.

that necklace..

before he could piece anything together, you were moving with chanel, not sparing rafe another look as you were getting back onto the dock. the car ride back to your place was deadly silent. all except for the music topper had playing in the background. by the time you had gotten home and showered, you felt your world come to a stand still when your phone started ringing, an unsaved number with kildare island’s area code showing up at the top.

accepting the call, you held up the receiver to your ear with a shaky hand before speaking.

“hello?”

“..you sound pretty.”

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[science-hoes]

Guilty Pleasure

Jack Abbot x Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, arm riding, biting, deepthroating fingers, language, filth, the worms in my brain told me to write this

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Your boyfriend stared at you, mouth agape at your request. His arms were crossed over his chest, forearms flexing as he unconsciously clenched and unclenched his fists. The low glow of the lamp in his bedroom was the only reason he could see that you were actually serious. “You…what?“ He questioned.

Usually, you knew better than to avoid Jack’s gaze. But after a 12 hour shift, finally in the comfort of his home in the early morning, you unashamedly stared at your guilty pleasure. Freckled muscles threatening to bust through the fabric of his well-fitted black t-shirt. But who could blame you?

Every shift, you had to stare at those arms. Fuck, they stared at you. They were so big, they could have their own zip code. And they distracted you. The way Jack worked diligently with his hands on a patient, tendons of his forearms rolling with each flexion. The way his arms corded with bulging veins after helping move a patient or heavy equipment. The way his beefy hands guided yours during a procedure, making yours look dainty and frail. It sure made it difficult to concentrate during the pre-shift huddle, the way your boyfriend loved to move his hands as he spoke, flashing those gorgeous arms in all their glory.

“I want to bite your arms.” You repeated for him.

Jack looked down to his arms, trying to figure out what the fuck you were seeing. “You know, I’m into whatever you want, love. But cannibalism?” He teased, flicking his whiskey eyes up to you, craning his neck like a turtle, that silly move he does when he’s questioning someone.

You rolled your eyes, closing the distance between you. You unwound his arms and massaged one of his aching wrists. “Oh, please. I don’t want Kuru.” You joked.

Jack shook his head, but smiled nonetheless. “Good girl. You’ll ace that board exam if they ever ask about spongiform encephalopathies.” He continued to mock.

You jabbed him in the sides with wiggling fingers, and he laughed. “Don’t change the subject. I want your arms.” You redirected.

Jack just continued to stare at you with bewildered amusement. “Why do you like my arms?” He questioned.

You shrugged, manhandling the arm you held, examining it like an ancient artifact. Your hands dwarfed in comparison to his engorged muscles. “They’re so sexy. They’re so…big.”

He huffed a laugh. “So? Your boobs are big, and I don’t wanna…” He trailed off as he recalled the previous night and how long he spent suckling at your breasts. “Oh, I guess I get it.” He conceded.

You smirked, kneading your fingertips into his bicep. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Jack was about to come up with another witty response, but you pushed him back toward the bed, making quick work of removing his black t-shirt. The dominance that he allowed you to hold in that moment made him chuckle. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, letting you stand in between them. His fingers slid under your scrub top, ghosting over the skin of your waist.

“You want something, doll?” His voice was graveled with sleep but there was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

You pulled your scrub top over your head, tossing it over to where his shirt ended up. “Can I ride your arms?” You asked.

Jack’s lip twitched, the foreign request sending a chill through his body. “What?”

You pulled the drawstring of your scrub pants and let them pool at your ankles, stepping out of them. “Can I ride your arms?” You repeated, firmly this time.

He still wouldn’t let up, and his lip began to deepen at the sides, dimples morphing onto his face. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”

You narrowed your eyes, but they were no match for his steadfast stare that bore through you with desire. “Can I drag my pussy across your fucking massive arms?” You gritted through clenched teeth, blushing at the vulgar words leaving your mouth.

A low rumble left his chest as he began to lean back on the bed. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He praised. “All yours, kid. Have at it.”

You crawled onto the bed, perching beside him on your knees, and lowering your head to his arm. You pressed a single, innocent kiss against the freckles of his bicep, and you could’ve sworn those freckles kissed you back as his muscles pulsed underneath your chapped lips. Your mouth began to open more as you moved along his bicep, trailblazing down to his forearm, tongue dragging in tow.

Jack studied the way you worshiped his limb, curiosity peaking when your teeth began to graze against his flesh with your kisses. The first sensation of your hardened enamel sent a jolt of electricity through his entire arm causing his shoulder to spasm. You flicked your eyes up to him and smirked.

“You like that, huh?” You purred against his skin.

The muscles in his neck strained as he swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, kid.” He muttered, reaching a hand to his crotch to palm away some new pressure. “But it ain’t bad.”

You smirked and continued your expedition. The sun-worn skin against your tongue and teeth stretched just slightly as you licked a stripe down his forearm, from elbow crease to wrist. A shudder escaped his nose, and he bit the inside of his cheek to maintain his composure. As you worked your way up again with sloppy kisses, you opened your eyes just enough to see the indent of the long and short head bicep muscles. You dragged your tongue to massage the just-noticeable valley, mouth watering far too much. Your drool dripped down his upper arm, down to his elbow.

“Jesus Christ.” Jack mumbled, eyes riveted on your mouth. “Getting what you need, baby girl?”

His voice was sweet but too condescending. In retaliation, you bit down hard on the chunk of muscle, digging your teeth into his flesh. Not enough to break skin, but enough to satisfy your primal appetite. Jack let out a startled but aroused groan at the sensation. The muscles flexed in your jaws, writhing under your tongue. You sucked on the skin, a last attempt to leave a mark, before releasing his arm from your mouth.

Teeth marks indented in his bicep, claiming it as yours as the area surrounding it began to swell into a warm magenta. You admired your work and pressed a soothing kiss against your mark.

“You like marking me up?” Jack mumbled through dazed eyes. “Want people to know I belong to someone?”

You smirked before taking another chomp at his muscles, this time on the forearm. You sucked greedily at the cephalic vein that was permanently visible through his skin, always taunting you when he wore short sleeves. Your tongue lapped at the skin that grew saltier by the second with sweat, indulging in the savory taste.

“If you leave too many bruises, people will ask questions.” He warned, still palming himself through his scrub bottoms. “And I promise, I will mark you tenfold what you leave on me.”

You just hummed in acknowledgement to his threat before releasing the patch of skin, secretly hoping that he would hold true to that promise. The blotch grew darker as it adjusted to open air again, and you smiled with content. But then something caught your eye. The way his fingers twitched slightly, curling down to his palm as his arm rested on the bed. Those fingers spent a lot of time in your pussy, but not enough time in your mouth. That needed to be fixed.

You delicately grasped his wrist, lifting his hand. His fingers brushed against your cupid’s bow, tracing the outline. You met his eyes, and without breaking contact, you swallowed his meaty index finger. Jack let out a vulgar groan as he felt the smooth back of your throat against his fingerprint. You held him there for a moment until your gag reflex forced you to withdraw.

“Oh, fuuuuck.” He hissed, brow furrowed in bliss. “You know, you’re gonna-“

You cut him off by shoving his index and middle finger down your throat this time, somehow going deeper than before. His voice cracked as your pharynx constricted around his fingers. A wet gag forced them out of your mouth again, freeing your airway. A strand of beaded saliva connected your mouth to his hand as he reluctantly pulled away.

Jack wanted to fuck you senseless in that moment. Being such a good girl for him, taking his fingers so deep, face flushed and eyes watering. But he knew what you wanted, what you had asked so nicely for. So he extended his right arm away from his upper body.

“Wanna take a ride, baby doll?” His face was smug, mouth pulling to one side to show off his adorable grin.

You smirked in response. “What’s that saying? Save a horse, ride an ER cowboy?” You teased.

Jack chuckled, stretching his arm further to you. “Saddle up, cowgirl.”

You hovered above his forearm, the heat of his skin matching the radiation from your pussy. Your thighs trembled as you lowered closer and closer and closer.

Until Jack let out an unexpected groan as your juices melted against his skin. “So wet for me?” He sputtered. “Just for my arms, baby girl?”

You were a little embarrassed at his questioning, but you couldn’t help the euphoria speeding through your neurons. Every vein against your clit was electric. You placed a balancing hand on his broad chest, stabilizing yourself to slide up and down his arm.

“If you answer me, I’ll make it even better. I promise.” The look in his eyes was unrecognizable. Almost possessed.

You couldn’t look away from his powerful gaze, mainly because you knew if you did, he would force your jaw with his hand to meet his eyes. “Just for your arms.” You finally whispered.

“I can’t hear you.” He nearly growled.

You whimpered as you slid against him. “Just for your arms.” You verified, much louder this time.

He smiled with satisfaction. “That’s my girl.” He cooed.

Then he flexed his forearm under you, rippling the muscles and veins against your pussy. Just like he was pumping his arm before giving blood. Your eyes rolled back as you continued to grind against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jack.” You moaned.

Your vaginal lips smeared across the unholy marks you had left just a few minutes before. Jack placed his free hand on your thigh, guiding you ever so gently.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby doll?” He whispered.

He began to slide his arm in the opposite direction of your thrusts, enhancing the friction. The muscles and veins that nearly popped out of his skin were teasing your clit in a way that drove you mad. You whimpered as you dug your hips deeper, chasing your orgasm with every lewd squelch of your pussy.

“Feels so good.” You panted.

The familiar warmness in your belly began to creep lower and lower as you rode. Your thighs shook violently as you struggled to maintain balance as your climax neared. Jack chuckled and placed a strong hand on your shoulder to stabilize you.

“Oh, you’re so close, sweet girl. Take a break. I’ll get you there.” He said, voice laced with fake pity.

You finally stopped moving your hips, legs shaking as you came to a halt. And just like he promised, Jack continued move his arm underneath you, faster than he had before. You scratched at his chest with the hand that rested there as he set a bruising pace. Your clit swelled at the rapid brush of his worn, leathered skin, and it became too much. Your thighs clenched around his arm like a vice as you rocked into your orgasm, screaming his name as you did.

“There you go. Keep coming for me.” Jack coached you on.

Your pussy throbbed against him, slathering your juices on his freckled skin. When you finally collapsed on top of him, freeing his arm for the first time, he held it up to inspect it. Your slick honey dribbling over the veins down to his elbow, crossing over the bruise and bite mark you had left on his forearm.

He chuckled to himself. “Look at that mess you made.” He mumbled against your head. “All for my arms, huh?”

You hummed in agreement, still dazed by your release. “Told you they’re hot.” You breathed against his chest.

Jack wrapped his clean arm around you securely as you reeled from your high. He admired the way your juices glistened on his skin in the low light of the bedroom, how they glossed over his freckles.

“Why didn’t you just ask me sooner?” He questioned.

You shrugged, face still buried in his chest. “I was worried you’d be too…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Too…?”

You smirked slightly. “Too old fashioned.”

“Old fashioned.” Jack repeated, a smile on his lips. “What makes you think that?”

You rubbed circles onto his chest with your thumb, feeling pulled closer and closer to sleep. “I dunno.” You mumbled.

“Because I’m old?” He deadpanned.

You giggled and looked up to him. “You said it, not me.”

Jack chuckled, the warm vibrations rumbling through his chest and to your ear pressed against it. He lifted a finger underneath your chin to maintain your gaze and leaned down to kiss you gently. “After we get some sleep, you're gonna be apologizing for that little ‘old-fashioned’ comment for hours.”

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A/N: I’m sorry this was shorter than my usual fics but I needed to have this written so the worms would stop talking to me 🐛