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JK | Hieros Gamos (I)

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Summary: In a world where many different kinds of love are possible, Jungkook, the god of death, finds himself loving someone that should be impossible. One where he runs away and comes back to constantly, all because fate forced him to endure something he’s never wanted.

Paring: God!Thanatos!Jungkook x Goddess!reader

Genre: greek gods!au, soulmate!au, smut, angst, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mild flirting, angst, unrequited love (sort of), pining, reader is lonely, everyone keeps secrets from reader, mentions of past war and murder, implied future smut, overprotective family

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The first time Jungkook met you, he was meant to take you. Take you away, and reap your soul. Taking you away from the fates you would one day call mother and aunts. It was his job, after all. To take away souls that have pushed out their last breathe, and be met with his deathless face of skull and bone. It’s how everyone, mortal or god, ends up. In the end, they all meet him.

But for the gods… their families always make a fuss of the matter.

The second your mother and aunts saw his form come out of the shadows, they tried to force him away. It didn’t work, of course, he would take the soul that needed to be taken, but that’s not what stopped him from doing his job. In fact, one look into the infants eyes, and he knew he would never want to take your soul.

Your eyes shouldn’t have even been allowed to open. He was pulled there to reap your supposedly dead soul, at least that’s what he thought you would be when he got the pull from his wings to fly there. It’s very common for babies to die after birth, so he didn’t think much of it. But here you were… alive

Never, in a million eons, did Jungkook think looking into a deathless person’s eyes—a person he was supposed to take down into the underworld—would instead enact him to want to do neither and both all at once. He felt it coarse through his own soul, and all of a sudden he could see everything. Everything pertaining to you.

He could hear every thought and see every vision. Making him feel hot all over when you smile over being happy, but also wanting to burn everything to the ground when you thought about crying over nothing. This ability to have with another person, to have this type of connection, is only supposed to happen if… if two people… enact hieros gamos. Something he’s never done and has definitely not done with a one hour old baby. But one look into those innocent blinking eyes, and the impossible connection was formed. Making Jungkook surrender his own thoughts completely.

While the people around you were screaming at Jungkook to leave, to not take their child’s soul, to not take their very much alive infant away from them, Jungkook was stuck. Stuck staring at your pair of innocent eyes and unable to look away.

Eyes are a gate way to the soul, they say... and your soul was perfect. He couldn’t look away. Like if he did, it would somehow change. It looked like it was reaching out to him. Pulling him in, and giving him this feeling throughout his body that he’s never felt before. At least not to this extent.

Death isn't supposed to give anyone mercy. Death isn't supposed to protect those he doesn’t know.

Death isn’t supposed to love.

But once he realized he’s given you all three, he falls to his knees. Drops to the hard ground and doesn’t even wince when his knees hit hard ruble. Stuck staring at the infant in front of him that’s somehow taken everything from him, but at the same time given him everything.

It took a moment for the three witches, the sisters of all fated knowledge, to realize what just happened. To feel the coursing connection between their infant and death himself. The fates see all, but they some how had a moment of unseeing. Unseeing something that should have never been possible.

The one the reaper will never reap.

The fate passed through all three of the women at once. It was something they knew in their hearts beforehand, but did not realize the extent of the fate casted on their own little one.

Fates have the ability to manipulate and set someone’s lifespan. A lifespan they gave you no end to once they realized one of their wombs began to swell. Wanting to take away the for-told death they’ve given to every begin that’s been born before. But they did not realize what their own catastrophic, set in stone, no reversal, fate actually did.

That’s why, realizing in his own time what this all means, he left. Jungkook flew out of the cave and told himself he would stay away. Stay away from the being that’s already making his wings hurt from flying in the opposite direction. You were just an infant, after all. These feelings will pass. It’s all in his head, he told himself, and it will go away eventually. He’ll forget you even existed soon…

He hoped.

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Years—centuries—eons.

You’ve lived through many time shifts. Many wars you stayed away from, and many fate castings you viewed by your mother and aunts. Each fate hurting the people more than the last. Each one getting more redundant and eerier too. You never said anything on the matter. In fact, no one even knew you were there.

Your family kept you away from all mortals and all gods. Promising you that not a single lord or king knew you were alive. Saying it was for your own safety, but that gave you no hope for your future. You never understood why your family didn’t allow others to see you. And anytime you asked, instead of telling you outright why, the fates just gave you some stupid riddle to solve.

You would think after being alive, and living with these three gods for so long that you would understand what it all meant... yeah, no.

Especially when it came to anything about you.

You asked your mother recently, “Would it be okay if I went outside the cave, today? Just for a moment! I’ll be quick.”

And your mother replied with, “The sun does not shine on those that move too quickly.”

That made your head spin. In the end, you just read her words as a big fat NO. Angering and stressing yourself further about why you were never allowed to leave the cave you lived in all your life. You knew there was a world outside of these pile of rocks. You’ve seen enough mortals, gods, and even minor gods like nymphs come through here for a request to manipulate their fates to know there was a world to begin with.

But you never do step outside the cave walls. You never defied your family, wanting to always be good in hopes they would allow you a day of freedom, but that hope getting less and less each passing day.

Instead, getting frustrated that no one will let you do anything you want—because that’s just the type of child you are—and you go to the one spot in this entire cave you actually enjoy being at.

The tree.

It sprouted inside the ruble in the furthest part of your home when you turned sixteen. It was a quizzing thing, since not a single sprout of fertility lived in this area. The rock and lack of light making everything desalinate. Also the lack of fertility goddess blessings and nymphs being born in this part of the underworld, but what can you do when everyone fears getting on the wrong side of one of the fate sisters?

But still, the wood on this tree never cracked and the leaves were always green. Like somehow it’s always spring shinning down on this very tree.

The day my family and I found it, the one braver then the other cowards in your family, your aunt, the eldest of the three sisters, touched it. One flash of her eyes and she knew. She knew what you didn’t yet...

You were becoming women.

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This tree. The tree that sprouted out of nowhere on your sixteenth birthday, was your safe haven. Your family never went near it, and you can play along with the little voices there in peace.

Yes, voices. Well... voice.

Don’t worry, there’s no crazy manipulation here. There’s much weirder things in this world then hearing a voice almost every time you enter the area of this impossible tree.

The voice has just always been there. You thought it maybe some invisible tree nymph when you first heard it, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of wings flapping and threw that thought into the gutter. Nymphs don’t have wings. No nymphs that have come to see the fates in the past have ever had wings, so there's not way this man was the exception.

That’s right. The voice is a he. An invisible being that visits you, and you visit him. A secret interaction of a friend you cannot see. And you say secret as in: your mother and aunts do not and will not ever find out. They don’t even let you meet the mortals that come into their “mysterious cave,” so telling them you have an invisible friend is a no go.

It also wouldn’t help that you almost felt a pull to this person. Your family are the ones that create and destroy connections like that, so saying you had this mystical pull or connection to someone you can’t see wasn’t that good of an idea. They may say its for your “safety” or some stupid excuse like that and destroy it on the spot.

“Hello, Nae sarang.“ The being says when you enter the area the tree is planted at.

I smile, but I don’t look up from my steps, not wanting to trip on any wide cracks, as I walk closer to the tree. If you ask me to translate the word of endearment he just used, you’ll be disappointed. You’re lucky I know English, okay? Teaching me new languages was never on my families agenda, for—of course—reasons unknown, and I was to embarrassed to ask my friend what it meant, either. Instead opting to just run with hearing the same beautiful nickname from my invisible friend.

I make it to the tree, almost tripping over a piece of rubble but catching myself. I then press my palm against the earth wood, and glance around the empty cavern, wondering where my invisible friend might be.

“Hello… ghostie?”

I hear a chuckle from above me, and hope I’m looking in the right direction he’s in. I believe he’s on the thick tree branch above me, but I’m not quite sure. I can never tell until he speaks. Speaks with a voice that tends to fill my dreams most days. Days that always have you running to this tree in the morning, wanting to hear the angelic tones of his voice speak to you.

I go to reach out to him and pause mid hand lift. Another thing I should mention—maybe two things actually—I can’t touch him, and I can’t know his name. Two things I desperately asked for when I first met him. But after years of only having this invisible force as my friend, the only person I can truly talk about everything and anything with, I stopped pestering and overall stopped caring... well, at least on the outside. He was here, and I wasn’t alone. So it rendered to be enough.

And it was enough.... until today.

“Ghostie,” Your friend chuckled out. “You’re getting real original with your greetings now.”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, and spin in your spot to lean your back against the tree, still looking up at where you think he is. Sliding down the bark until your dress flowed out in front of you and your butt hit the rock below you.

“I don’t know. I bet my nicknames are even better than your real name,” You say jokingly. Knowing he’ll get your humor on the matter.

You imagine the person you came up with in your head rolling his eyes. Brown eyes turning half way through to green (because you could never make up your mind on the best color) shifting in his spot as he scoffs at you.

“Oh, please…”

You giggle at his fanned annoyance.

“My name would sound so pretty on your lips.”

Your smile falls, and you look away.

You both hated and loved him flirting with you in that moment. He always flirted with you, although it always sounded strained. Like he didn’t mean it or shouldn’t mean it, and the deepening in his voice was something beastly coming from him. Truthfully, you loved that voice. It made you blush more then once. But right now, what he just said, made you hate it as much as you loved it. You still blushed like a virgin—which you very much were—but instead of shying away, you look up at the branch you believe he’s on again.

Maybe if he said those exact words any other day it wouldn’t have bothered you, but the fact he teased you with unknown knowledge just reminded you of your family. You went to this tree to get away from them, not to be reminded of everything you don’t have.

What you don’t have: knowledge of everything outside these cave walls.

“There’s an easy way to change that,” You say quietly.

“You could tell me your name,” You say louder.

“And you’ll know for certain if you like it,” You say, and there’s a hint of bold flirtation in your tone of voice. Trying to drive it home that you really want to know something other then what you do on your day-to-day. Just one piece of new information, anything, would fill your heart with joy.

You hear a groan, and your not sure what to make of it. Not sure if your words made him angry or annoyed because you can’t fucking see him!

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n.”

“Why!” You say as you jump up. Feeling weird about your sudden frustration, but you know it’s properly placed.

You hear a quiet gasp, but it’s quickly recovered by your invisible friend. You hear some flapping of wings, then after a moment you hear feet hit the ground in front of you. Making you back up from the tree to give what you presume is enough space between the two of you.

“Stop, Y/n. You know I can’t do that.”

That just serves to piss you off more.

“No! I’m done with the mystery. I’m done with the not knowing. I get enough secrets kept from me from my family! The least you can do is not keep any from me!”

You know you’re being a little unfair, but you’re just done with it all. Why can’t someone, anyone, feel for you enough respect to let you live. Let you know the answers to unknown secrets, and trust you enough to make the right decisions with them.

There's a moment of silence after your words are done echoing in the cave. Too long of a moment. You think your friend may have left without you knowing. This makes a ping of hurt form in your heart, but before you turn to walk away, to feel further guilt about the shouting and distance you just caused with your one and only friend, he speaks...

“I’m sorry.”

That's all he says with sadness laced throughout every syllable, but you ignore that sadness. Two words that bring you no new information, and makes your anger fill all over again. Making the guilt wash away and tell him, “No your not.”

You said it the same way someone would say ‘your welcome,’ because no one ever really is. No one is ever actually sorry about keeping you in the dark.

So you walk away. Not wanting to hear anymore excuses today.

You hear him call after you as you speed walk further and further away from the tree. You even think you may have heard some footsteps behind you as you walk away, but you push that thought away. No one ever runs after you. No one ever gives you enough of a care to do something like that for you.

You walk away, entering the area where your family is, and dread how much more lonely your life has become because of this.

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Jungkook curses the fates as he watches you walk away from him. He even at one point started following you, but once you crossed the threshold he’s not allowed to cross in the cave, he was forced to stop.

He wanted to tell you everything, but he couldn't. He wanted to chase after you and hold you in his arms for the first time. To finally find out what you feel like in his embrace, but he could do none of that. Always longing for something he can’t have, and may never get the chance to have.

This all started years ago, on your sixteenth birthday.

He tried to stay away. He tried to drop the feelings that have consumed him since the day he laid eyes on you for the first time, but they didn’t even slightly falter. Instead growing with each passing day he was away from you.

The day you turned sixteen, he felt the pull from you strengthen immensely. Like it did the day you were born. At first he thought you somehow died. He flew to the cave thinking you were dead, and that he was going to morn a love never given or let out to grow, but he was wrong.

You were not dead. No.

You were maturing.

On that day, when the tree of connection from one world to the next sprouted for you, you hit puberty. A carnation tree out of all things too. Connecting your world in the gate cave and his own.

The tree sprouted at a part of the cave that shouldn’t have been possible, and you didn't know what it meant. Still don’t. At least not completely. You knew it was for you, just not to it’s complete extent. Jungkook and his sisters knew though, and that meant it was time for a meeting.

“You can’t-” “Have her-” “Be gone!”

All three of the fate sisters said to him that day. It was always so annoying when the three of them were together. Speaking in parts and knowing through their connection what all three of them wanted to say.

But Jungkook wasn’t just going to leave this time. He made that mistake when you were born, and once again, one glance your way had his bones vibrating and blood flowing to this new feeling. The feeling once new and unknown was clear as fucking day once he saw you again.

You were beautiful. Like artwork crafted by the gods themselves. Hell, if he was stupid enough he would even say more beautiful than Aphrodite, but he would like to keep you very much alive and healthy, so he refrained from saying those words out loud to even just himself.

SO... that day... he fought like hell for you.

“She's meant to be mine,” He said.

“We all knew what happened with the two of us the day she was born,” He said.

“I’m not making the mistake of leaving this time,” He stood his ground. “Unless you want another war to not be in your favor, that is,” And the sisters knew he meant every word.

Somehow inside that conversation with the fate sisters, the four of them made a deal. That Jungkook could only have Y/n fully if she fell in love with him first. That he could only stay with her by the tree, and if she wished to see him.

This angered Jungkook at first. Since he was already madly in love with you, but he eventually realized after enough arguing that you didn’t even know he existed or the connection you two shared, so it was a good deal. He wasn’t trying to steal you away and force you into a life that would make you unhappy. He saw first hand what that did with Persephone in the beginning, so he was okay with this part of the deal.

The next rule created by the fates was that he cannot touch you. Them worrying death would “ruin her innocents” if he touched her, although they played it off as not wanting to complete hieros gamos before you even knew what it meant. Maybe they even worried he would give you the kiss of death once you pissed him off for the first time, or making you infertile before you even turned seventeen. The fates mistaking him for every other god that took virginities like they were candy from babes.

Although Jungkook has had many conquests in his lifetimes, virgins have never been his thing. Lying with death renders a women infertile, so taking a virgins “purity” or whatever wasn’t the best thing to do in the long run. For you, however, he would wait to make you the exception one day. An exception he would have to explain every detail about this part of him, and just hope you don’t resist it to the point you would want to leave.

That rule was easily accepted... although later after exchanging words with you for the first time, he found himself annoyed about it.

The next rule of the deal, was something Jungkook came up with himself. In his own head, and he could tell the fates were hoping the opposite of this rule. Everyone knew the rumors about the god of death, and no doubt did the sisters especially tell their daughter about said rumors. Wanting to make her hate him before they even met in person.

The rumors of how the god of death killed every man in his sights on the battle field, and left not a single survivor in his wake. How he only joined the war to slaughter anyone he could get his hands on, and watch his sword cut through bone and blood. This is why even the gods were afraid of him, not to mention that he had the ability to easily kill others with one touch of his hand. It also doesn’t help that he holds the killing tool the all mighty Cronus owned before him everyday.

The rumors themselves... are actually slightly true. But they all miss the big reason as to why he did those things. Why him and the house of Nyx even joined the battle in the first place. Because Cronus took from the house of Nyx the same things he took from all the other gods. Killing all the people he once cared about without a care, and leaving Jungkook with nothing.

So yes, Jungkook killed many. Becoming the main reaper of souls because of it. But he did none of it for fun.

These rumors are also why he hasn’t told you who he is. If you didn’t notice by his angelic easily turned deathly looks who he was, his name would definitely give himself away. The god of death’s name is almost as scary to say as Hades, but even the unbound one has rumors about him that aren’t completely true and missing context.

But even Hades himself, the man Jungkook swore his life to, doesn’t know about the beautifully pure goddess that captured Jungkook’s heart.

And now Jungkook stands here, invisible to your eyes and unnamed, afraid that his own fears of you believing the false will pull you farther away from loving him back. That him being afraid of telling you any real information about himself, would chase you away.

Farther away from ever accepting death as the man you’re meant to be with.

The one person that would make sure with all his capability that you wouldn't ever have to experience... him.

The one the reaper will never reap.

Part 2

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Nae sarang - “My Love” in Korean.

Hieros Gamos - (Greek: “sacred marriage”), sexual relations of fertility deities in myths and rituals, characteristic of societies based on cereal agriculture, especially in the Middle East.

The Tree - Trees have bridged the gap between heaven and Earth, connected different worlds to each other and were the root of wisdom and took on appearance of supernatural beings, such as nymphs, naiads and dryads.

Carnation - Flower that represents death.

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therogerclarkfanclub · 3 months

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ROGER CLARK as Chuck Brewer in:

Perfect Disaster (2006) Season 1, Episode 3: "Super Typhoon"

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peakyscillian · 1 year

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Bend The Rules | Mini - Series | Part One.

Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Warnings: Cheating, drama & smut. Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 1/? Requested: No A/N: I know its hard to imagine Cillian cheating but this is complete fiction and his family is made up.

Bend The Rules | Mini - Series

Part One

Spotting his name on your schedule for the first four hours of your day, wasn't what you needed after seven days working in a row.

You had got to know Cillian really well over the first two series of Peaky Blinders, being his wardrobe assistant you spent alot of time, fitting him, dressing him and hanging around off set when he was working, it also meant a lot of your time together was in the close quarters of the wardbrobe truck.

The past two months back on set for series 3 had been different, he was always in some kind of mood, always snapping or giving you the silent treatment.

Constantly glued to his phone which was unlike him, you knew he was married, unhappily married if the gossip was anything to go by.

His bad moods were making your work days less than enjoyable, you had warned Lucinda if he dared snap at you again you were refusing to work with him, Lucinda had rolled her eyes and handed you the keys to the storage closet without another word.

You were sending off emails, answering messages when the light tap on the wall next to your desk disturbed you.

You dragged your eyes from yet another email from Lucinda trying to rope you into a few other jobs in any spare time you had.

"Down for fittings today, for the party scene" Cillian was stood hands shoved into his jean pockets, beanie on his head he looked drained.

You stood up, straightening out your skirt "Hi, oh y/n how are you today?" you laughed lightly at his bluntness.

"Oh fucking grand, its like that is it?" He rolled his eyes, you threw him a glare, putting your paperwork away grabbing your ipad to take down your notes.

"You have the attitude Murphy, not me" you shrugged opening the fitting room door, "Right" he sighed following you, eyes taking in your body from behind, the loose cropped black tshirt, the figure hugging satin skirt and chunky boots.

Cillian was stood in a tight shirt and just his underwear, you'd been overly professional while he dressed and undressed in the small room, with you trying to distract yourself from checking him out.

"Look I am sorry about that" he spoke up as you fixed the bow tie around his neck, he was intently watching you. You stepped back helping him into the suit jacket, you were waiting for an intern to return with the correct suit trousers. "It's fine, it's been a long week" you shrugged as the door opened, you politely thanked the intern taking the trousers, handing them over. "Yeah it has, you got anytime off?" he commented, fastening the trousers, you nodded "This weekend, have you? you look drained" Cillian frowned, staying silent as you took measurements and pictures, watching as you moved around the room.

"The weekend as well, thanks for the compliment" he finally spoke, you shrugged tapping on the iPad. "Look I'm probably being stupid, but I thought we were friends? You've been horrible to work with since filming started" you handed him back the clothes he had come in. Cillian sighed taking them from you "We were, are friends, just a lot going on outside of here that I don't want to share with you, I'm sorry okay?"

"Just get some rest Cill" you headed for the door, turning before you left "just leave the clothes here, I can tidy them up" You didn't look up from your desk as Cillian walked past to head to his next meeting, you had a whole list of cast to see today you didn't need him distracting you.

- You had been sat in the restuarant for nearly an hour, you were sure you'd been stood up, but you were trying your hardest to give Dean the chance to show up once again.

You were watching the door for your blonde haired date. You let out a small groan as you watched the door open, someone you would rather not be near entered, Cillian with some of the other cast.

Fuck sake how embarrasing you were sat alone, on your first night off in weeks, stood up.

They were being seated two tables away, Cillian caught your eye, giving you a nod, you smiled slightly, picking up your wine glass downing the sour red liquid.

Forty five minutes later you were asking for the bill to pay for your four wines, Dean no where to be seen. You slipped on your coat, it had suddenly turned cold in the evenings.

You left the restuarant head down so you didnt make any more eye contact with Cillian.

- You were stood outside, bag under your arm as you tried your hardest to light a cigarette, you sighed when it didn't work for the third time.

"Here let me" Cillian's unmistakeable voice floated over you, he lit your cigarette with a smile. You brushed away a few stray tears "Fuck sorry no idea why im crying" you laughed lightly.

Cillian had lit his own cigarette "Not a nice guy to stand you up like that", You shrugged "He always does"

Cillian laughed slightly frowning at you "Why do you give him the chance too?" You had downed enough wine that evening to tell the truth, you looked Cillian dead in the eyes "He's a good fuck"

You watched as Cillian inhaled sharply "Fair enough, but you definitely deserve better" he dropped his cigarette on the floor stubbing it out.

"Oh yeah? whos going to give me that then? You?" you smirked giving your cigarette the same treatment.

"Well Im married so I don't think thats wise" he stated, watching as you stepped towards the pavement to hail a taxi.

"Wouldn't bother me" you shrugged, turning to look at him as a taxi pulled up "2A Belfort Road" you told him before you opened the door.

Then you slipped into the back of the taxi, eyes never leaving his through the window.

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science70 · 2 years

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The Martian Chronicles (USA/UK, 1980).

#science fiction #television #mini-series #The Martian Chronicles #Ray Bradbury #USA #UK #1980

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rottmnt-hc · 1 year

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Unnamed Mini-Series

Junior Cadet has made a chat

Junior Cadet has added Bootyyyshaker9000, Red King, Magic_Mike, NeonLeon, Commander O'Neil, Queen GOONGALA and several others....

Junior Cadet: Um...oops?

Several people are typing...

Red King: Casey Jones Jr. What did you do?!

Bootyyyshaker9000: HOW!? HOW DID YOU MAKE AN INTERDIMENTIONAL GROUP CHAT!?

03 Donatello: First time?

12 Raphael: I had hoped we were done after the "Turtle Power" Dweebs

87 Leonardo: We are right here!

14 April: Um, why do we have numbers in our names and you don't?

03 April: Oh! You guys really must be new to the multiverse, that's your universe number, I don't know why the others don't have it tho.

Queen GOONGALA: Because Junior made the chat and he's in our universe? IDK, ask the purple one...he's usually the one behind the slaughter.

Bootyyyshaker9000: Damn it Jones, I didn't kill kids!

Queen GOONGALA: But you made sentient entertainment robots!

14 Leonardo: As fun as a this is, I would like to know why you created this group chat?

Junior Cadet: I really don't know how I did this, I just wanted to show everyone the giant pumpkin I carved with my chainsaw...

87 Donatello: You know what, that's fair, it honestly doesn't surprise me that this happened...how old are you?

Junior Cadet: Oh I'm pretty sure I'm fourteen!

12 Donatello: How are you "pretty sure" are you or are you not?

Red King: @Bootyyyshaker9000 make a portal to that dimension for...science purposes.

Bootyyyshaker9000: Okay, but Junior is from an apocalyptic future sent back in time, there's no real sense of time there...

12 Donatello: I am so sorry...wait time travel!?

03 Michaelangelo: Never time traveled before?

12 Leonardo: Not past six months...

14 Donatello: Are you guys serious!? We don't have time travel!

NeonLeon: Wow do you not have magic?

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Junior Cadet: Oh Boy...

A/N: This is a little chat fic I'll be typing up in between writing fics. Again, I have never watched 2012 TMNT, so tell me if it's accurate. I only typed some people mostly because It's 4am and I'm getting tired...bye!

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fandom #tmnt #owl imagines #owl writes #TURTLEVERSE #Turtleverse Crossover #chat fic #mini series #tmnt 12 #tmnt 87 #tmnt Bay #Bayverse #tmnt 03 #Mini-Series

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random-fandom-whump · 2 years

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Dinotopia (2002) ↳ By Request

#dinotopia #whumpedit #wentworth miller #david scott #tyron leitso #worry #passing out #unconscious #stay with me #injured #mini-series #2000s #requests

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thegreenleavesofspring · 8 months

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Hey does anyone wanna watch Tin Man with me maybe? It's free on Tubi... it's a sci-fi steampunk-ish retelling of Wizard of Oz over the course of five hours and it's also got found family and adoptive family and birth family and it's just... a really heavily family-based mini-series and I really really love it but I'm like one of two people in the world who does and the other person who does doesn't... 'fangirl' per se? And I need someone to fangirl over it with me...

#Tin Man #Scyfy #Mini-series #Something to watch #Found family #Wizard of Oz #Please someone come watch this movie with me...

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jidblogger · 12 days

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I made a online mini-series

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The first episode of an online mini-series I wrote is now on Youtube. Please like, share and subscribe!

#mini-series #She-Ra #Owl Hosue #Star Wars #Nerds #Youtube

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h50europe · 1 year

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GREAT NEWS: Paramount PLUS UK Ireland issued a Tweet that THE KILLING KIND is coming 2023!

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captainsimagines · 1 year

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pretty woman, this is me trying || one

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(1/14)

Mini-Series / AO3 Link

Warnings: PTSD themes; past sexual abuse (Hydra); strong language; panic attacks; nightmares

Word Count: 2,950+

Author’s Note: A holiday fanfic! You know I couldn’t leave you all hanging! I’m excited for this one. I know it deals with a lot more heavy situations, but I wanted to write something angsty/romantic. PLUS, I wrote this in 3 days so I’m sorry if it’s bad lol

I hope I do you justice. Love you all. xxMoni

Bucky Barnes did not like to be touched.

He did not shake hands, he did not hug, he did not do well with even the slightest brush of someone’s body. The faintest of touches froze him. Paralyzed in the faint sensation. Memories of harsh hands and machines, demented laughter and sedated foreplay, echoed through his mind.

The only person he allowed to touch him when necessary was Steve, and even then Bucky had to remind himself that it was his best friend. The size of Steve’s body was not a danger. The command of his voice was for safety only, and not to order him to strip. The friendly claps on the back were meant to ease Bucky into the world, not to bend him over from behind.

Sometimes he believed he was getting better. Mornings were beautiful, food tasted great, and everyone greeted him with a smile. On those special days, Bucky's heart filled with hope. Hope he could sit in close proximity to someone else, hope he could travel outside the compound and not rely on his super soldier skills, hope he could get out of his head for one second.

But when someone entered a room too loudly, or when he was forced to physically fight an enemy—those special days crumbled to ash, now cruel illusions that sent Bucky on a downward spiral. A spiral Steve usually had to coax him out of with gentle words, words that scarily resembled begging.

So Bucky has given up on trying to fit in. On trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel. On trying to feel human again.

And fuck all that bullshit about being human was to feel pain.

Pain was not a good emotion, and it was mean to give it relevance to the human condition.

It wasn’t an emotion every human had to suffer in order to be considered living. It was an emotion that was cruel and unforgiving and completely, completely exhausting.

If Bucky Barnes had to live his life without touch again, then so be it. If he had to step out of a room to calm his nerves with the repetition of his tapping fingers, then so be it. He did not want to feel trapped, or abused, or ridiculed ever again. He did not believe in soft touches or love making anymore.

First, the war stole his boyhood.

Then the Swiss Alps stole his life.

And Hydra stole his dignity.

His time with Hydra had been documented to horrible extremes. Extremes Bucky was certain were going to be plastered on media outlets and history books. But he had discovered one night, while on a solo-mission to the compound’s lounge, that those theories were unlikely.

Because he had found Tony Stark and Natalia Romanov scouring every database and paper trail about his torture… and completely destroying it. With help from Jarvis, Bucky’s recorded nightmares were erased. Washed out. Encrypted, set on fire, and utterly gone.

Neither Tony or Natalia ever spoke to him of it. He assumed Stark was simply avoiding an awkward conversation, and that he didn’t exactly do good with such rough topics. Natalia did write down the number of her therapist for him.

He threw the piece of paper away.

And on nights like these, he really wished he hadn’t.

Bucky curled up in his thin bedsheets and clutched them close, willing his body to stop sweating. He tried to touch his knees to his chest but he was too large. If he could feel pressure there, then he could fall asleep. If there was added pressure to his back, then the sleep would be immaculate.

He turned and piled the pillows high, setting them behind his back. The coldness of the cotton seeped into his skin, instantly relaxing him. He clutched a throw pillow to his chest and pressed it down, counting by even numbers.

Pressure, a sequence, and breathing.

He could tell by the bright white light shining through his curtains that it was still night. No light that bright could be anything but the moon. That was a reassuring constant for him.

“Shall I ring for Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes?” Jarvis whispered over the speakers in Bucky’s room.

Jarvis’s random voice didn’t scare Bucky anymore. At first, it had caused Bucky to spring into a full blown panic attack. But as time went on and Jarvis continued to speak with him randomly, at odd times, Bucky’s body got used to it. Expected it.

“No, Jarvis. I’m good.”

Jarvis hummed, pausing a little before saying, “Let me know if you need anything.”

Bucky didn’t respond. He never took Jarvis up on that offer anyway.

He curled further into his mound of sheets and pillows and shut his eyes, forcing himself into a dreamless sleep.

He succeeded in sleeping, but relived memories twice over in the dark.

“Twenty bucks says you don’t ask her,” Steve declared, pulling his wallet from his coat.

Wanda giggled from behind the kitchen counter, pouring coffee into her impossibly large mug. Pietro saddled up beside her, stealing the mug for himself.

Sam clicked his tongue. “Bet. I’ll do it today after dinner.”

Steve scoffs, “Fuck off. Another twenty says you won’t have the balls to ask until next week.”

Bucky snickered as he looked between his two friends. He sat with his left leg bent so he could rest his chin on his knee, comfortable enough to be casual this morning. He sipped at his hot chocolate, grateful Wanda gave him one of the festive mugs. It was December 1st, after all.

“After dinner,” Sam promised, slapping his own twenty onto the dining table.

Wanda leaned forward and snatched the money for herself. “I’ll keep this bet safe for the time being.”

“You think she’ll say yes?” Bucky asked, overly curious.

Sam asking Natasha to the annual Avengers Christmas ball? Yeah, right.

Sam puffed out his chest, his smile wide. “I’ll bet more money, Barnes. That’s how confident I am.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He finally picked up his fork and dug into his eggs. With his mouth full, he said, “If you think you know Romanoff, you don’t.”

It was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes. “Like I said, Cap. I’m confident about this.”

“Well, I think that’s a good attitude to have,” Pietro commented, sitting down beside Steve with own full plate of eggs and bacon. “And when it all crashes and fails, we get to be the ones to tell you ‘I told you so!’”

Sam flung a piece of bacon across the table, cursing Pietro’s name.

Bucky watched it all unfold, feeling both inside and outside the circle at once. He was a part of the conversation, but he still felt benched. His body would lurch forward on its own accord and try to join in—maybe to thump Pietro on the back of the head, slap Steve on the back, grab a mug of coffee from Wanda’s delicate hands.

It was funny, really. Being afraid of Wanda’s hands because of his own history and not because of the power she held within them.

He was both included, and not. There, and nowhere. Inside his head but forcing himself to step out of it. Dissociating for too long until the conversation was on another topic entirely.

Jarvis’s voice snapped them from their play fighting. “Sergeant Barnes, Sir has asked me to tell you that he would like your opinion on something.”

Bucky grumbled, drinking from his hot chocolate. “What does he want?”

“Oh, that’s the wonder of standing up and finding out for yourself, isn’t it, Sergeant Barnes?”

Sam howled, nearly choking on his last piece of bacon. “Jarvis really is Stark’s creation. Jesus fucking Christ.”

Bucky sighed, having been left with no choice. He placed his half-drunk mug in the sink and waved goodbye to everyone, trying hard not to stomp to Stark’s lab.

Stark was under a massive machine with six arms and blue lasers when Bucky walked into the lab later that afternoon. He had ignored Jarvis’s constant badgering and decided to visit the lab after his morning run. Only after it Bucky was certain he wouldn’t physically fight Stark if what he had to say was idiotic.

“My one and only!”

Bucky rolled his eyes and sat at the farthest chair from the monster machine. “You called?”

“And you diddle-daddled.”

To this, Bucky actually laughs. Sometimes Stark got on his nerves, other times he was a breath of fresh, realist air.

Stark climbed out from underneath the metal monstrosity, wiping oil from his hands. Bucky waited patiently as Stark finally sat, cracking his neck three times before speaking.

“So… The Christmas Ball.”

“Uh huh.”

Stark adjusted his seating, slowly lowering himself in his rolly-chair. Bucky watched him become shorter, awkwardly staring at him and the walls simultaneously. Whatever Stark wanted to talk to him about, it was becoming less interesting to Bucky.

“Pepper has informed me that there is going to be an auction. A, donate thousands of dollars to take me out on a date, type thing.”

Bucky grimaced. “Isn’t that prostitution?”

“No, it’s escorting. Prostitution is the other honorable profession.”

Bucky hummed.

Stark wiped a stressed hand down his face, curling his lips as he continued speaking. “Pepper has also informed me that only Thor is being auctioned for real. Meaning, everyone else isn't actually on the roster. Their dates are going to be the highest bidder regardless of what anyone bids that night.”

Bucky frowned, stumped. “So, we’re denying money from actual bidders and rigging this thing?”

“No. Private donors have already given their fair share of money. We’ve flown past our goal for the evening.”

“Then why have the Ball in the first place?”

“Appearances, photo ops, meeting new people—You name it.”

So Steve and Sam were going to be “sold” to their highest bidder, who will also happen to be their dates for that evening. That nice coffee shop girl Steve has been dating for the past six months was already invited…

That meant she was bidding whatever amount she needed to, regardless of the price, for a date with Steve. Money that was already donated before the damn Ball even started.

Bucky looked to the white, marble floor for answers. But all he saw was his distorted reflection, staring back at him with creeping realization.

“What… What about me?”

Stark sighed, shrugging his shoulders empathetically. “I tried everything, Barnes. But the higher-ups forced us to include you, too.”

Bucky was going to throw up. That ball of nausea that often stuck to the back of his throat was crawling upward, scratching his tongue, begging to be let free. To spill all over this damned marble floor.

He whimpered silently, turning his face to his metal shoulder. His hair covered his anguished expression, but it was pointless to assume Stark hadn’t noticed. Bucky’s neck was already redder than the original color itself.

“Barnes, listen to me.” Bucky tried to follow the direction of Stark’s voice. When he blinked, his vision seemed to get blurrier. “Breathe. Tap those fingers. You remember you got fingers, right?”

Bucky counted to three, then began to tap his index and thumb together. He relished in the feel of his skin, in the lifted edges of his fingerprints, of his filed fingernails. Slowly, the world stopped spinning. The chair didn’t feel like it was caving in anymore. The walls stopped stretching and his ears stopped ringing.

The remnants of his panic attack settled in his chest, pulsing uncomfortably. But he could finally open his eyes long enough and not feel like passing out.

“Good, good. Now if you would just let me finish.”

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh, easily amused by Stark’s sarcasm. It was a surprise how quickly the two fell into step after Bucky moved into the compound, seeking each other out for random answers and opinions. Steve had questioned it, but accepted that if Bucky was alright with it, he wouldn’t budge.

“I spoke with Pepper. You have two options: Let me find you a date who I promise will not leak anything to the press, touch you without permission, or annoy you until you feel like swallowing a bullet.”

Bucky blinked at him, eyebrows scrunching. Stark getting him a date? Bucky didn’t want to date any of Stark’s past flings or strangers he might pull off the streets. The rational part of his brain understands that this person will be vetted and practically stalked, but it’s the irrational side that’s telling him this person might just hurt him. They could convince the world they’re the most innocent thing ever, but when he’s alone with them that mask could easily fall off and reveal eight tentacles and a flaming skull.

“Or,” Stark enunciates, standing from his incredibly low chair. He blew a fast raspberry before saying, “You and Sam attend together, or you and Natasha.”

Okay, that seemed like the better option. He trusts both Sam and Natalia, trusts them to keep their hands to themselves and protect him. Yeah, that was obviously the better choice—

But Sam wanted to ask Natalia. Sam has been wanting to ask her a million things before the Ball was ever a reality. His friend had all this insane amount of exhilarating excitement when he even thought about the red head.

Bucky couldn’t take that away from him. Even if his own comfort was the victim in this situation.

“This… person. Will they be an escort?”

Stark’s eyes widened momentarily before he steadied himself. “Yes, and maybe no. They’ll be the person I believe can be most trusted. Are you okay with the possibility of taking a hooker to the Ball?”

Bucky grunted, “Don’t use that word.”

“It’s the 21st century, Barnes. Hooker means prostitute, prostitute means sex worker, and sex worker has a positive connotation nowadays.”

“Just say escort.”

Stark grumbled beneath his breath, turning to a nearby computer and typing something into the search bar. “Jarvis, make sure this web search is wiped from the center of the earth after I’m done with it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tony.” Stark knew that when Bucky used his first name, it was a call to turn around and look him in the eye. So that’s exactly what Stark did. “A sex worker expects sex, don’t they? I’m not giving them that, so how can you expect me to be fine with it?”

Stark tapped his fingers against random keys, deep in thought. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding offensive. Jarvis, help me out. How do I say, ‘You don’t have to fuck the person, you can just pay them,’ kindly?”

“We will be searching for people who have voluntarily enrolled in sex work, Sergeant Barnes. Any meeting you set up with them is consensual. And the beauty of consensual sex work is, without a doubt, the freedom of choice. So think about it like this, Sergeant Barnes: They will not touch you if you do not ask. You are investing time, and they will accept the money without a kiss exchanged if that is what you wanted.”

A companion?

Bucky had only ever had Steve and Sam after he returned to the compound. Only ever hung out with them outside in the real world, too. A random person entering the compound and pretending to be his date seemed a little extreme, no? Like he couldn’t make friends of his own.

But wasn’t that the real reason behind all this? Bucky didn’t have many contacts or love interests to take to this damn Christmas Ball so he was being punished for it. Forced to interact with a stranger and the stranger forced to interact with him.

“I can do a proper search of these websites with Jarvis’s and Hill’s help and get back to you in the morning, okay? Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I only have to meet them tomorrow and that’s it?”

Stark wobbled a flat hand in the air. “Kind of. Spend one day with them and tell me if you think you can last a whole night with them as your date. I don’t want you to be paired with someone I thought was great but you find repulsive.”

Okay, that was somewhat considerate. But a whole day? At best, Bucky will last a few hours before wanting to run under a hill.

“Okay,” he surrendered.

Stark sighed, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Barnes. It’s just… Maybe it’s not the ideal way, but meeting new people isn’t always a bad thing, you know?”

“Oh?” Bucky replied sarcastically.

“Oh. You think I didn’t suffer the same thing? People I knew since birth betrayed me. I’ve got trust issues too, my man.”

“We’re not comparing sad little tales, Stark.”

“Find it in your ice cold heart to be compassionate, Barnes.”

Bucky chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “So, tomorrow then?”

Stark nodded. “I’ll do my best to find you a hot piece of ass.”

“Stark!”

“Sorry! I joke. I kid. I jest.”

Bucky watched Stark toy with his experiments for ten minutes more before bidding him a good rest of his day.

Maybe a companion wouldn’t be so bad. He’d have someone to talk to after all. Text, get coffee with, watch movies with. He could do all those things with Steve and Sam but they were busy. Busy with work, busy with life, busy with everything Bucky avoided for good reason.

And even though his body is physically repulsed by the idea of being in close proximity with an absolute stranger, perhaps someone who was forced to be nice to him wasn’t exactly a lousy idea.

Maybe it was necessary.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes fanfic #holiday fanfic #bucky barnes au #pretty woman au #avengers au #marvel fanfiction #mini-series #captainsimagines #by Moni

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