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Shopping
PAIRING Bucky x reader
WARNINGS English is not my first language, fluff, insanely rich bucky?
SUMMARY A glimpse of what it's like going shopping with Bucky
NOTES This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I hope you like it
WORD COUNT 484
Tons and tons of clothes were hanging on the clothing racks. You were looking around overwhelmed with the amount of choices you had to choose from.
"Can you just pick out something for me I can't think of the amount of clothes there are here" You look to your side and Bucky is standing there with a grin on his face.
"And no you are not buying me the whole store I don't wanna hear it," I said as I turned away from him looking at another rack of clothes to just be met with an overwhelming amount of stuff again.
Bucky came from behind me and put his arms around my waist resting his head on my shoulder.
"You know I have no problem buying you this right?"
"I know but it doesn't feel right to me to spend that much money on clothing" I grabbed one of the shirts from the racks inspecting the price tag "Especially when they cost this much," I said to myself as I looked at the price of the overly expensive shirt.
Bucky grabbed the shirt from my hands and put it back on the racks. He then turned me around so I was facing him and took my face in his hands
"First of all you know money is not a concern that I have, I could buy this entire mall if I wanted to," he said looking at me in the eyes. I bit my lips as I contained a smile. "I know"
"Just pick out whatever you find interesting," he said as he leaned forward and put his lips on mine. I melted into the kiss as our lips moved in sync. He was the first one that pull away from the kiss.
He looked at one of the shirts that was hanging from the racks and showed it to me.
"Look at this blouse," he said as he showed me the bedazzled piece of fabric. "You would look so hot with this on," Bucky said as he inspected the blouse.
I touched the shirt feeling the material on my hands.
"It's not so bad," I said trying not to show my interest in this blouse since it would prove his point.
"See it's not that hard," Bucky said as he put the shirt on his arm and grabbed my arm to keep walking around the empty store he rented out.
"I didn't say I wanted the shirt," I said teasingly as I was being dragged across the store by him.
"But I do so come on let's pick out some more things for you," Bucky said as he looked around for something he thought you would like.
You smiled at the sight of Bucky being so focused on picking out clothes for you. Even after five years of being together this man made you fall in love like it was the first time.
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Coriolanus Snow Masterlist
Incorrect Quotes
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Incorrect Quotes
Lucy: You said you killed three people... who's the third one.
Coryo: *Gives the Flynn Rider smolder* Me... I killed the old me...
Lucy: *stares*...
Coryo:
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If he looked at me like that I would just
Me finding young snow attractive but remembering he killed finnick
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Me finding young snow attractive but remembering he killed finnick
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(ai-less) Whumptober 2023 Masterlist
Ailesswhumptober prompt list
A/N: Links will be updated on a daily basis
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> No.1 Oxygen | Evan Buckley *
> No.2 Sleep | Bobby Nash & Evan Buckley
> No.3 Trust | Cisco Ramon
> No.4 Gut feelings | Tony Dinozzo
> No.5 Hopalong Cassidy | Aaron Hotchner / Spencer Reid
> No.6 (alt 29.) Home | Wanda Maximoff
> No.7 Forgiveness | Alex Karev
> No.8 (alt. 14) Human shield | Tim McGee
> No.9 Healing | Barry Allen
> No.10 Warehouse Blues | Jethro Gibbs
> No.11 Self-sacrificing vow | Alastor Moody
> No.12 Stalkers and Scribes | Leroy Jethro Gibbs
> No.13 Separated | Hen Wilson
> No.14 Care for her | Tim Bradford
> No.15 Turn | Carlisle Cullen
> No.16 Hospital Hallways | Luke Danes
> No.17 Hidden | Ziva David
> No.18 (Alt 27) Eyes on me | Spencer Reid *
> No.19 Left Behind | G. Callen
> No.20 (Alt 22) Feeling | Derek Shepherd
> No.21 Just Forget the World | Tony Dinozzo
> No.22 Consequences | Charles Xavier / Erik Lehnsherr
> No.23 Battle | Thomas Thorne
> No.24 Run | Remus Lupin
> No.25 Ghosts | Charles Xavier
> No.26 Bullets and Broken Glass | G. Callen
> No.27 Soulmates | Tony Dinozzo
> No.28 Trial | Tony Dinozzo
> No.29 Desperate Times | Dean Winchester
> No.30 Grief | Bruce Wayne
> No.31 Loss | Leroy Jethro Gibbs
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Guide to titles
> [Title] + [Character Name] = an X reader character fic
> [Title] + [Character Name] * = no pairing character fic
> [Title] + [Character Name] & [Character Name] = platonic character fic
> [Title] + [Character Name] / [Character Name] = romantic character fic
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> Whumptober 2021
> Whumptober 2022
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WHUMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST
Hello to wherever you are! Welcome to the complete masterlist for whumptober 2023! Here you can find all of my fics for this years event. My prompts for this year came as a mixture of my own and from the official @whumptober prompts, as well as the @ailesswhumptober list. I’ve tried to match the numbers up as close as possible but have had to do a little jumbling to get all of my favourites in. As always each fic has its own warnings so please be mindful to check those beforehand for anything sensitive. I try to post around 10PM GMT. Happy whumping!
This will be my pinned post for October, so for those looking for my masterlist, you can find it below.
⛤ MAIN MASTERLIST ⛤
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🪦 DAY ONE: Just One Big Headache.
Prompt - “how many fingers am I holding up” Fandom - Supernatural (Winchesters x reader, platonic)
🌡️ DAY TWO: Spellbound Sickness
Prompt - thermometer. Fandom - Supernatural (closest to dean x reader)
🔗 DAY THREE: Up and Down
Prompt - solitary confinement/“make it stop”. Fandom - Supernatural
🩸DAY FOUR: Tried and True
Prompt - Hiding an Injury. Fandom - Batfam
🪨 DAY FIVE: No Escape
Prompt - pinned down Fandom - The Lost Boys
👀 DAY SIX: I’ll Make This Up To You
Prompt - made to watch Fandom - Batfam
☠️ DAY SEVEN: Poisoned Arrow
Prompt - poison Fandom - The Hobbit/Lotr
⚡️DAY EIGHT: Let it linger
Prompt - dissociation/shock Fandom - Supernatural
🛠️ DAY NINE: Just Forget about it.
Prompt - conditioning Fandom - Marvel
💔 DAY TEN: Hold me Tight
Prompt - “you said you’d never leave” Fandom - The Last of Us
⛓️ DAY ELEVEN: Blood Bag
Prompt - captivity/“no one will find you” Fandom - Supernatural
🔪 DAY TWELVE: Catch me if I fall
Prompt - self harm Fandom - Batfam
💉 DAY THIRTEEN: Safehouse
Prompt - infection/septic Fandom - supernatural
💦 DAY FOURTEEN: Spinning out
Prompt - water inhalation/drowning Fandom - Top Gun
📞 DAY FIFTEEN: The ‘Do Not Call’ List
Prompt - Barely conscious Fandom - Batfam
🔬 DAY SIXTEEN:
Prompt - experimentation Fandom - The Witcher
❄️ DAY SEVENTEEN:
Prompt - hypothermia Fandom - The Witcher
🗡️ DAY EIGHTEEN:
Prompt - tortured for information. Fandom - Supernatural
💊 DAY NINETEEN:
Prompt - no anesthesia Fandom -
🔫 DAY TWENTY:
Prompt - “you will regret touching them”. Fandom- Batfam
💀 DAY TWENTY-ONE:
Prompt - Near death experience Fandom-
🚘 DAY TWENTY-TWO:
Prompt- vehicular accident Fandom - Top Gun
🧸 DAY TWENTY-THREE
Prompt - nightmares Fandom -
🔎 DAY TWENTY-FOUR:
Prompt - “I thought they were with you?” Fandom- Marvel
🔐 DAY TWENTY-FIVE:
Prompt - failed escape/hunted down Fandom-
📉 DAY TWENTY-SIX:
Prompt - working to exhaustion Fandom-
⚡️DAY TWENTY-SEVEN:
Prompt - scars Fandom-
💔 DAY TWENTY-EIGHT:
Prompt - Sacrifice. Fandom-
⏳ DAY TWENTY-NINE:
Prompt- oxygen deprivation Fandom-
🩻 DAY THIRTY:
Prompt - possession. Fandom -
🎱 DAY THIRTY-ONE:
Prompt- forced to chose. Fandom-
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Me when it's kinktober and I'm ovulating
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Whumptober Masterlist
Warning: every fic included in the challenge will contain heavy themes that some may be uncomfortable with. Please check the warnings before you read.
1. Beautiful Sorrow - R. Floyd
2. Famous Last Words - N. Bradshaw
3. No Mistakes - T. Kazansky
4. Fall From Grace - B. Bradshaw
5. Head Above Water - T. Kazansky
6. Part Of Me - T. Kazansky
7. Push And Pull - T. Kazansky
8. Pick Your Family - B. Bradshaw & J. Seresin
9. Pins And Needles - B. Bradshaw
10. Blood In The Water - N. Bradshaw
11. Darkest Hour - B. Bradshaw
12. Take It All Back - B. Bradshaw
13. The Company We Keep - R. Floyd
14. I Remember Everything - P. Mitchell
15. Cut Me Open - B. Bradshaw
16. The Feeling Of Floating - N. Trace
17. Heart Of Ice - T. Kazansky
18. Make You Whole - B. Bradshaw
19. Bottom Of The Bottle - P. Mitchell
20. The Art Of Pain - R. Kerner
21. Sleep When You’re Dead - R. Floyd
22. Touch Of A Feather - T. Kazansky
23. Angel Like You - J. Seresin
24. Picture Perfect - N. Bradshaw
25. Broken - P. Mitchell
26. Don’t You Trust Me? - T. Kazansky
27. Sinking Sun - T. Kazansky
28. Agony - R. Floyd
29. Gambling Man - T. Kazansky
30. Never Had A Chance - N. Trace
31. Break Me - J. Seresin
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the official Whumptober masterlist
warning: This challenge contains heavy material. Please Read with caution. 18+, MINORS DNI.
1 | PICK YOUR POISON - J. Seresin
2 | SLEEP WHEN YOU’RE DEAD - B. Floyd
3 | LET YOUR SENSES GUIDE YOU - N. Trace
4 | THE SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP - J. Seresin
5 | HELD AGAINST YOUR WILL - B. Floyd
6 | OUT OF YOUR MIND - B. Bradshaw
7 | NOT DEAD TILL YOU’RE WARM N DEAD - R. Abbott
8 | A BRAIN ON FIRE
9 | DEAD ON YOUR FEET - J. Seresin
10 | A GIFT TO REMEMBER - B. Bradshaw
11 | FLOAT LIKE A FEATHER
12 | LEFT A SCAR ON MY HEART - T. Kazansky
13 | A FORCE OF NATURE, AN ACT OF GOD - B. Bradshaw
14 | 9-1-1, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY? - J. Machado
15 | WHO’S THE NEW KID?
16 | ONE HALF OF A WHOLE PERSON - J. Seresin
17 | INTO THE FIRE - T. Kazansky
18 | TAKING A SICK DAY - J. Seresin
19 | I’LL NEVER PUSH YOU AROUND - R. Abbott
20 | THE BEAUTY FELL FOR THE BEAST - J. Seresin
21 | WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU - J. Seresin
22 | PAIN MAKES YOU STRONGER - N. Trace
23 | DON’T TRY TO BE THE HERO
24 | RUNNING UP THAT HILL TO MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD
25 | BAD DREAMS, BAD DREAMS, HERE TO STAY - N. Trace
26 | THE LAZARUS EFFECT
27 | NEVER LET GO
28 | OUT OF BREATH AND OUT OF TIME
29 | ONE TICKET TO HELL - J. Seresin
30 | YOU’RE MINE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE MINE
31 | A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
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And this is just day one😧😧😧 I just know this whole month is gonna be good cuz I loved this 🩷🩷😭
Truth Hurts || Whumptober Day 1 - J. Seresin
whumtpober masterlist || whumptober taglist form
synopsis: You never imagined sharing your deepest darkest secrets in front of two monsters and your best friend. Loosely based on the book “Still Beating” by Jennifer Hartmann.
@ailesswhumptober whump prompt: drugging @ailesswhumptober
word count: 4.5k
warnings: kidnapping, mentions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, mentions of miscarriage, murder, character death, truth serum, drugging, forced proximity.
You liked to think that when you were to die, it would happen quickly.
A car accident, a gunshot wound, a failed ejection, ingesting too many sleeping pills.
You wanted it fast. You didn’t want to suffer. You didn’t want your death to be one that would be talked about twenty years from now and people’s eyes would automatically fill with tears when it was spoken about. You didn’t want to meet the same fate as your husband, Bradley, had met nearly a year ago.
It’s funny how things don’t seem to work in your favor.
Six days. Six long, excruciating days of pain, starvation, and abuse. That’s how long you had been locked in this dungeon of horrors, alongside your best friend, Jake. You always thought that these sorts of things only happen in the movies. You didn’t think that you would be dumb enough to fall for a woman on the side of the road who claimed her baby was choking. You didn’t think that you would be dumb enough to make Jake stop the car so you could run out and go help her. You also didn’t think Jake was dumb enough to get out of the car and try to rescue you from the man dressed head to toe in black who held your passive body.
But, here you were. Chained like animals in some psycho couple’s basement, waiting for them to come down and do whatever horrible things they had on the dockette for the day.
“They’re probably sending out a search party,” Jake said, from across the room in his own cage. Whoever had taken you had done this before. They had a whole set-up down here with chains and cages that resembled jail cells. You looked over at Jake, giving him the same glare you had been giving him every day since day one. He, somehow, was hanging onto his optimism, while yours had left almost instantly.
That’s how Jake has always been. He’s always been this bright light in your life, and you should appreciate it. You really wish that you could appreciate it, but something had died inside you a year ago when you had buried Bradley. You weren’t the same happy-go-lucky girl who grew up with an amazing family and got to do the coolest job in the world alongside her husband and her childhood best friend. Instead, you were just the shell of the person you once were.
“I-I know they are. I know they would have the best-”
“Jake,” You sighed, closing your eyes. He knew better than to continue on. He had never been on the receiving end of your anger before being trapped down here. You could be volatile, and spit venom when you needed to. You had already apologized profusely for the words that you had said to Jake after what was now probably the worst day of your life, but Jake forgave you.
The silence between you stretched on for a moment, the only sound being the steady tapping of dripping water from the leaky faucet in the corner of the basement. You had never been so envious of concrete before.
“Do you miss him?” Jake asked quietly. You turned your head over to him, raising your eyebrows in a silent way to tell him to elaborate, “Bradley.”
Your eyes went from Jake’s forrest green ones, down to your dirty feet.
Of course, you missed Bradley.
You missed everything about him.
You missed his laugh. His horrible dad jokes. His honey-brown eyes. His loud, off-key singing. His sunkissed, warm skin. His awful dancing. His soft and sweet kisses. Hell, you even missed yelling at him about leaving the toilet seat up.
But most of all, you missed his strong, comforting hugs that could make a grown man cry. Bradley Bradshaw had always felt like home to you, and you missed your home.
“Every single day,” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke.
Every single day, you wished that you could turn back the clock. That you could’ve been the one who was at home that night. The detective told you that it was a “home invasion gone wrong”. A horrible case of wrong place, wrong time. But you always believed that there was more to it. That the detective with the large belly and graying hair just wanted to move on to a bigger, worse case than this. You had pushed and pushed them to look at the case just a little bit more.
“Sweetheart, no one would want to kill one of America’s finest. The case is closed. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
But he wasn’t in the wrong place at the wrong time. You found his body in the kitchen of your shared home. Those words bounced around in your head on the darkest nights, as you sat on the ground in the room that was supposed to be a nursery. Bradley had been so excited about starting a family with you. The way his eyes lit up every single time he’d see a baby on the street or would look at baby clothes at Target. All you had wanted was to be able to give him the child he longed for.
“I was going to tell him,” You said, leaning your head back against the cold cement wall. Jake looked up at you. Your face was dirty, and the grime of being without a shower for nearly a week starting to show. Your eyes, the ones Jake used to think resembled the earth, were dark. Your hair was limp and greasy around your shoulders, “I was going to tell him that I. . . That I was pregnant, that night.”
Jake sucked in a breath and looked down at the ground. He had been with you, cramped in a small bathroom at the post exchange on base as you took the pregnancy test. You had been so happy, he swore he had never seen a brighter smile on your face before. Jake held you tightly as you cried tears of joy, and immediately called your mom to tell her.
Jake had also been by your side, picking you up off the ground as blood ran down your thighs, just a mere days after Bradley’s death. He never wanted to hear the sounds of pure anguish again. The sound of your wails as you stood in the kitchen, haunted Jake at night. The sight of all the blood made him sick, and the scent of copper was forever engrained into his mind.
“He would’ve been so excited,” Jake said, looking up at you.
“I imagine it was a girl. He was always meant to be a girl dad.”
Bradley had a small pocketbook that he would keep with him, jotting down names that would come to him throughout the day that he liked. They ranged from names of famous rockstars to biblical names.
‘What do you mean Jebbidiah isn’t a good name?’
‘Jeb Bush. . .’
‘You got a point.”
You chuckled at the memory, shaking your head lightly. You and Bradley had narrowed his list of nearly a hundred names down to at least two, one for a boy and one for a girl.
“Lennon,” You smiled, “Lennon Dhani Bradshaw. Dhani, spelled like how George named his son. You know how much I love-”
“The Beatles, I know,” Jake nodded.
You gave him a quick glance and then went back to your little glimpse of happiness, “My favorite song was-”
“Here Comes the Sun and In My Life, I know,” Jake said again.
The silence stretched back over the two of you. You used to mind the silence between you and Jake. Before, it was that comforting silence that signified the strong bond between the two of you. You used to be able to sit in the same room, on opposite ends of the couch, reading books or scrolling through your phones, neither one feeling the need to fill the air with conversation.
Now, you feared the silence.
You let out a sigh, before going to speak, “Jake, I-”
The sound of the large door at the top of the stairs cut you off. The sick feeling of dread filled your body, as thudding footsteps made their way down the crikey wooden stairs. Your body started to tremble as your kidnappers came down for their daily routine.
Bonnie and Earl, are two odd, sick ducks that somehow, some way met each other and fell in love. Bonnie had gone on and on the first night, while Earl acted out his vile assaults on you, about their “love” story. Apparently, it was love at first sight, and the two got married within a month of knowing each other. They also kidnapped their first couple within that same month.
“Rise and shine!” Bonnie’s chipper voice sounded out like nails on a chalkboard. Your throat felt tight as Earl’s eyes locked directly on you. Bonnie walked over to you, grabbing your chin with her cold, dainty hand, “Are you ready, Bunny?”
You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked in her cold blue irises. After the first night, you had hoped to maybe reach out to Bonnie, to break through to her and get her to let you go. What sane woman would be okay with the monstrosities her husband acted out on women? Apparently, Bonnie.
“Too bad,” Bonnie chuckled, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up to stand. Earl replaced Bonnie by standing in front of you, his hand already down his pants, jerking himself off. At this point in time, the routine was basically burned into the back of your eyelids.
Earl takes Bonnie’s spot. Bonnie undoes Jake’s cuffs. Bonnie sits Jake down in a chair across from you and Earl. Jake hurls insults and threats at the two of them. Earl commits his heinous crimes. Earl and Bonnie leave the two of you alone in complete silence.
You were starting to wonder if it would ever end.
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“You know hanging is the worst way to go?” Jake said, cutting through the silence.
It was day twenty-one, and you had officially lost hope of ever making it out alive. Bonnie and Earl had been feeding you less and less, only a sandwich every two days instead of every day. You made sure that when you brushed your teeth, you took extra gulps of water, savoring the taste of it down your throat.
“You don’t die instantly,” Jake continued, “You struggle, your lungs aching for air, you know what’s going on until the moment your neck snaps.”
You looked over at him, seeing the dull look in his eyes as he stared off into space. You knew Jake started to come to terms with your current state. It made your heart ache to hear and see the optimism slip from his body. You weren’t sure when it happened, probably after day fourteen.
Day Fourteen.
The second worst day of your life.
First, was losing Bradley.
Second, was watching as your friend stood defenseless and was forced to commit an act he’d rather take a bullet for.
You had hardly ever seen Jake cry, but as he stood in front of you, emptying himself in you, he had broken down, whispering apologies into your dirty skin. His light green eyes had grown dark and dull as he was dragged away from you, leaving you cold and broken. Jake had refused to even look at you, turning his body to face away. You had told him several times throughout the night that you weren’t upset or mad, that you understood what he had to do.
“I’m not mad at you. I understand it, I do. You did it to survive, Jake. I forgive you.”
You thought for sure that you were going to lose Jake after that. He didn’t speak for a whole day. After twenty-four hours in silence, the only sound was the occasional creak of the floorboards and the drips from the leaky pipe. You thought for sure that you would wake up and see Jake’s lifeless body on the floor. But instead, you woke up to his gentle, soft voice, singing.
‘In My Life… I Love You More…’
“I’d say being stabbed to death is worse,” You said softly, “Yes, hanging is awful, but it only lasts a matter of seconds. Being stabbed? Can last for hours. Painful, agonizing hours, where you lie alone in your own blood, and can’t do anything but wait for someone to either find you or for the reaper to take you.”
Jake felt a sudden rush of nausea run through his body at your words. His body felt hot as he looked over at you, sitting on the ground, absent-mindedly moving your foot back and forth over a crack in the cement. You always used to be the one who got sick at even the thought of blood. Now, to hear you talk so frankly about death, made goosebumps arise on Jake’s skin.
“You think he struggled?” Jake whispered.
“He fought back,” You sniffled, “The detective said he defense wounds on his arms. He always said he’d find a way to come home to me.”
Jake could remember sitting in the stale, white-walled room with you as the detective handed you the manila folder that held the official autopsy report. Why you wanted to read it and see the photos of Bradley’s mutilated body, was beyond Jake. It was bad enough that he had to see the blood trail and stained red hands. But you stared at the pictures for hours. The pictures of the man you loved and the house that was now an active crime scene.
The morning faded into day, as the shadows of the sun coming through the basement windows began to move. On day three, Jake taught you how to estimate the time by the position of the shadows on the cement wall. He guessed that the house faced towards the west, and every night as the sun began to set, your hair would have a certain warm glow to it. The two of you were playing your usual game of twenty-one questions, trying to pass the time until the inevitable happened.
You were trying not to think of whatever horror could unfold today. It seemed that on every seventh day, something worse seemed to happen. Day Seven was the first day you were assaulted. Day fourteen was the day Jake was forced to hurt you. And now, you were waiting to see what day twenty-one had in store.
Every time the sound of the basement door would open, a cold shiver would go down your spine, and you pulled your knees up to protect yourself. It was a futile chance at hopefully keeping Earl and Bonnie away from you, but it never worked. There seemed to be some charged energy between the two of them as Bonnie happily skipped down the stairs and stood outside of your cell as if you were an animal at the zoo.
“Today is gonna be great!” She cheered, a sick smile on her face, “I want the girl first, baby. I know she’s got secrets to confess.”
“Anything for you, honey bunny,” Earl cooed at his wife and placed a kiss on her lips. He then turned, digging the keys to your cell out of his pocket, “You must be waiting for today, bunny,” Earl said to you, a sickening smirk on his face. He undid your cuffs like he always did, and led you over to the open space between yours and Jake’s cages. Instead of chaining you up to the post in the middle like he usually would, he sat you down in a chair. He chained your cuffs behind the back of your chair and chained down your ankles.
Earl took a step back, admiring you like you were some type of animal he had just hunted down. You felt bile rising in your throat as he stepped towards you, his disgusting scent invading your senses. He smelled of sweat and blood, and his hands were dirty as he grabbed your chin in his hand, “You’re so beautiful, you know that, bunny?”
You clenched your jaw tightly, keeping your eyes down at the floor, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, “I bet that’s why that boy of yours loved you so much.”
You snapped your head up, “What?”
Earl roared with laughter as he let go of your face and took a step back, “That’s what got your attention! Whew, and I was here thinking you were an idiot.” He wiped a tear from his face, stepping back to you and running a finger down your face, “That boy, what was his name? Bradley, was it? Handsome young man, so sad what you did to him.”
“You know nothing,” You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Everyone will know all, very, very soon, bunny. . . hold still.”
“Wha-Fuck!” You cursed as you felt the pinch of a needle being injected into your neck. Your heart began to race as you looked in terror at Earl and now Bonnie who stood in front of you, “What did you do? What was that!?”
Bonnie giggled and held up a vial in her hand, “Truth Serum. Made it myself!” Earl put his arm proudly around Bonnie, her face resembling a kid who just had sugar for the first time.
“Is that going to kill her?” Jake yelled at Bonnie, who simply shrugged, “Hey! Y/N, look at me!” Jake rattled the chainlink that had been keeping you apart, “What the fuck did you do?!”
It felt like you were being suffocated as you looked over at Jake. Your head began to swim, and your limbs felt like you could hardly hold yourself up anymore. Your body began to feel warm and tingly as a thin layer of sweat started to cover your body. The only thoughts in your head were that this was it. This was the moment in which you were going to die. In this dirty, dingy basement with your kidnappers watching and your best friend trying to fight his way towards you.
Then, everything seemed to change. Every muscle started to contract, making you shiver violently. Every fiber of your being felt like it had been lit on fire, and a small scream left your body at the pain. You were scared your heart was going to explode from the sheer force of it beating in your chest.
“It hurts!” You cried, pulling on your cuffs, “Help! It hurts!”
“It’s working,” Bonnie clapped her hands in excitement, “Ask the question!”
Earl chuckled, holding his wife against his front, “Not yet, sweets. We gotta start off slow. First question, bunny, have you fucked anyone else since your husband?”
The words felt like hot lava trying to escape you, but you fought against them, pushing them down in your body, “No.”
Earl’s eyes narrowed at you, “It’ll feel better if you let the serum do its thing. Keep fighting, and it’ll kill you.”
“I’d rather die,” You grit your teeth, your nails digging into your palms.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I can make that happen,” Earl said, “Now answer the question, have you fucked anyone else since your husband?”
You shook your head, scared that if you were to open your mouth, the truth would come spilling out. You never knew that the words “truth hurts” could be real until you found yourself in utter agony trying to hide the truth. Bonnie had her jaw clenched tightly as she watched you fight off her experiment. You wondered how many other people had been in your position. How many other people tried to fight and ended up dead? Or worse, ended up dead before they even got the chance to fight.
“I love him,” You choked out, “I would never hurt him.”
Jake shook his head, a scoff falling from his lips. Earl looked over his shoulder at him, a smirk forming on his lips, “You know something.” Jake instantly went quiet, not daring to look at you, but his body language was enough of a giveaway. You looked up at Jake, tears in your eyes as you begged him not to say anything. But Bonnie always prided herself on being a problem-solver, and a gasp fell from her lips. She waltzed her way over to Earl and whispered in his ear.
Earl stood up tall as he looked at you with a menacing smile on his face, “You cheated on him, didn’t you,” You groaned in agony, tears streaming down your face as you tried to fight off the effects of the serum. Earl huffed as he pulled the gun out of the waistband of his pants, and pointed it at Jake’s head, “Answer the question you fucking bitch! Or, I’ll blow his brains all over the wall!”
“Y/N. . .” Jake called out softly as you let out a scream.
“I cheated on him!” You admitted. The feeling of sweet relief filled your body, as the words came tumbling out, “It was a mistake! A total and complete, stupid mistake!” You cried, tears and snot running down your face as you looked at Jake, “I-I. . . it was stupid! And I told him, I know we promised no one would know, but I couldn’t lie to him. I felt awful. It was killing me!”
“And he forgave you?” Bonnie asked, letting out a guffaw, “What an idiot!”
“He loved me!” You snapped, pulling on your chains, “He forgave me, and it made us stronger.”
“So you don’t love, puppy over there?” Earl asked, turning to glance at Jake like he was fresh meat.
You clenched your jaw, feeling the painful truth rising up in your chest, but you fought it. Your nails dug into your palms as you shook your head, and you willed your voice to stay calm as you spoke.
“I don’t love him.”
Earl chuckled, walking up to you, and undoing your chains. You fell into a heap in his arms as he helped walk you back to your cell. You felt utter disgust as he ran his hand over your filthy hair, whispering how good you did in your ear, but your eyes never left Jake. His jaw was clenched tightly as Bonnie grabbed him and pulled him over to the same chair you were just chained up to. His green eyes bore into yours as Bonnie injected the same truth serum into his neck.
The serum felt hot as it made its way through Jake’s body, making his nerves tingle. It was a dull ache that he felt and did his best to remain upright on his own two feet. He wondered to himself if you wouldn’t have fought so hard to hide the truth it wouldn’t have caused you so much pain. He could feel his heartbeat start to rise in his chest, and sweat pool on his brow. Taking a deep breath, Jake looked over to Earl and Bonnie;
“Do your worst,” He sneered.
Bonnie shrieked in excitement, “Finally!”
Earl shushed her with a grin on his face, “Since the bitch won’t tell the truth, I guess the puppy will. . . You fucked her, didn’t you?”
“Several times,” Jake’s face was stoic as he answered truthfully. The guilt in your body seemed to weigh you down like cement stones. You hated what you did to Bradley, and the lies that you kept from him, but you couldn’t help your attraction to Jake, “And she loved every moment of it. Even begged me for more.”
“Whew! So she is a slut after all!” Earl looked over at you with that disgusting hunger in his eyes you’ve seen before, “I knew it. So tell me puppy. . . did you feel bad about it? What was it that she said? Oh, did you think it was a mistake?”
Jake clenched his jaw and looked over at you, “Never.”
“And why’s that?” Bonnie asked.
“Cause he was screwing someone else,” Jake admitted.
You gasped, holding your hand to your mouth, “That’s not true.” Bradley would never hurt you the way that you hurt him. He loved you too much to do that and it killed you to know how much you had hurt him.
“It is! I saw him, Y/N!” Jake yelled, “I saw him with that girl at the bar. Do you remember the one he told you was some annoying junior pilot with a crush? He was screwing her,” Jake spat. You shook your head, eyes wide, refusing to believe the words that Jake had just spoken.
“That’s a lie. He would nev-”
“It’s the truth, Y/N. They were doing it everywhere. At work, at the Hard Deck. . . at the house. Remember when he went to Virginia for a week? He went home with her to meet her family.”
“No!” You screamed, “He wouldn’t do that to me!”
“So what did you do?” Bonnie asked. Jake’s eyes bore into yours as he took deep breaths. Bonnie looked between the two of you, before yelling, “Say it!”
“I killed him,” Jake whispered.
“What? What was that?” She instigated, leaning into Jake and holding her hand to her ear.
“I killed him.”
“Louder! I can’t hear-”
“I killed him!” Jake yelled, his eyes never leaving yours, “I. . . I just wanted to scare him, to let him know that I knew what he was doing, and to get him to either come clean to you or stop. I-I don’t know what happened. But he. . . he started fighting back and I just. . . I lost control.”
“It felt great didn’t it?” Bonnie asked, walking over to Jake, putting her hands on his shoulders, and running them down his chest, “You felt that release. That sweet, sweet release,” You wanted to kill her as she placed kisses up and down Jake’s neck. He couldn’t help but flutter his eyes closed at the gentle feel on his skin, “You let out all that pent-up need that someone was depriving you of. It felt like the best orgasm ever, didn’t it?”
Jake looked away from you, guilt swimming in his eyes. You let out an anguishing cry as you collapsed to the ground, sobs racking your body as you dry-heaved. All Jake could do was sit in the chair and watch you. Earl walked over to you and picked up your body as if you weighed nothing. You thrashed in his arms as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at Jake.
“You’d do it again, wouldn’t you?” Earl asked. Jake was silent as he looked down at the ground. “Answer me!” Jake looked at him, still keeping his mouth quiet. But you knew. By the look on his face, you knew what he was fighting.
“Answer him, Jake,” You said quietly, “You’d kill Bradley again, wouldn’t you?”
Jake couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his face as he looked at you, “I would kill anyone who hurt you, sweetheart.”
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I have a lot of finished drafts but I dont publish them because in my mind they need to be perfect before I actually release them into the world😭😭 its killing me
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Love this with all my heart
Bruises // Jake Seresin
Summary: After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But what’s worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.
Mini Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.
Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.
Chapter One: [Happily Ever Afters Don’t Exist] A certain naval aviator shows up on your front doorstep right on cue. Because when the nightmares are too hard to handle on their own? You and Jake find solace in one another’s presence. (2.5k ) (Out Now)
Chapter Two: [Tactile Takedown] When a missile is headed right for Roosters F-18, Jake makes a decision that could end up costing you your life. (4.4k) (Out Now)
Chapter Three: [In The Arms Of The Enemy] Both you and Jake come face to face with the man you only know as ‘The Commander’ who you soon find out has very little patience for bullshit. (4.6k) (Out Now)
Hotshot: The moments before you were brought into your cell & the memory that haunted Jake Seresins mind. (1.3k )
Chapter Four: [Men & Their Many Masks] You and Jake find yourselves alone in his cell for what feels like a week. Passing the time with mundane conversations. But when The Commander and his fellow officers finally come back? Things take a turn for the worst. (5.3k) (Out Now)
Chapter Five: [Emerald City:] *** You’re forced against your will by three insurgents all the while Jake helplessly watches on. In return? He’s given a gift made only for the broken hearted. (4.8k) (Out Now)
Chapter Six: [Ninety in Five] *** Hours, Days, Weeks, Months. Just how long have you and Jake been enduring the horrific torture at the hands of a Rogue Nations Commander. (5.4k) (Out Now)
Chapter Seven: [War Wounds in the Ward] When help finally arrives, Jake believes it may be too late. The extent of both your injuries are finally revealed and the both you come face to face with the reality of just how long you’d been held in captivity for. (7.4k) (Out Now)
Chapter Eight: [The Platform] When Jake wakes up beside you after seeking refuge in your company, he’s forced to face a nightmare he thought would only ever exist in his mind. (1.6k) (Out Now)
Epilogue: [Before, During & Never After] There one place Jake Seresin knows where to find you after he’s woken by a startling bark. (1.6k) (Out Now)
Concepts / Blurbs.
-> [Don’t Wanna Miss My Stop] Jakes Overdose.
-> [Don’t Blame Me] Jake doesn’t blame himself for how you died. He blames himself for why you died.
Status: Complete
Life After Death Spin off Series
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WHUMPTOBER IS ALMOST HERE!!!
Thank You to @ailesswhumptober for providing us with this amazing prompt list for Whumptober this year.
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Day One: [Poison Ivy] // Robert Floyd:
-> Bobs got the hots for the admirals assistant. Bad. So bad it makes him feral. But what happens when he gets the dosage wrong and messes the whole thing up.
Day Two: [Dream A Little, Dream Of Me] // Bradley Bradshaw:
-> How are you supposed to sleep when all you see when you close your eyes is your dead and soaking wet husband?
Day Three: [Sixth Sense] // Mickey Garcia:
-> A freak accident occurs at the Hard Deck and Fanboy is faced with the challenge of being left to care for you, his not so official girlfriend.
Day Four: [My Brothers Keeper] // Jake Seresin:
-> Five seconds faster and Jake Seresin wouldn’t be standing in his bedroom telling the love of his life the biggest lie he’d ever told.
Day Five: [Odds Are?] Robert Floyd:
-> A quiet night at the Hard Deck doesn’t stay that way when two men hold you at gunpoint for the combination to the safe.
Day Six: [On My Mind] // Bradley Bradshaw
Day Seven: (Coming Soon)
Day Eight: [Seizure Sundays] // Bob Floyd
Day Nine: [KIA] // Jake Seresin
Day Ten: [Freddy Kruger] // Bradley Bradshaw
Day Eleven: (Coming Soon)
Day twelve: (Coming Soon)
Day Thirteen: [Damn You Seresin] // Jake Seresin
-> After a near fatal car accident sends Jake into a coma, you come to terms with the fact that saying goodbye was always going to be tough. No matter the situation.
Day Fourteen: (Coming Soon)
Day Fifteen: (Coming Soon)
Day Sixteen: [Trade Places] // Jake Seresin:
-> It was supposed to be Hangman. And if you could go back in time? You’d let it be him. Without a shadow of a doubt.
Day Seventeen: (Coming Soon)
Day Eighteen: (Coming Soon)
Day Nineteen: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty One: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Two: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Three: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Four: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Five: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Six: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Seven: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Eight: (Coming Soon)
Day Twenty Nine: [Kill Shot] // Jake Seresin
Day Thirty: (Coming Soon)
Day Thirty One: [Haemorrhage In The Hanger] // Bradley Bradshaw
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i want slow kisses and slow thrusting until it gets so wet and sticky and messy between us that he’s smiling between each kiss because he can hear it
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Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day
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