#HOW THE HELL ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO LEAVE WITH THAT HYPNOTIZING THEM

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Hiiii!!! See your doing writing requests for Hazbin, Its my hyperfixation so I am in need of more content 👀 so I'd like to request maybe Vox general or NSFW headcanon ( either one is good lol-) with a afab reader maybe? This is my first time requesting something like this so sorry if I'm a little nervous or bad at requesting. I think this is how people are supposed to request? XD

General Dating Headcanons | Vox

a/n: You're totally alright dear! You said everything just fine! As I've stated before, I got early access to the first two episodes, and it's been so interesting to analyze vox's character! I hope I can do him justice!! He's starting to grow on me now. I'm gonna stick with a gn!reader just because these are general headcanons and I want them to be suited for anyone!

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

wordcount: 1299

cw: SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL, swearing, vulgar content, stalking, death and mentions of death/murder., toxic/absuive relationships.

(PLATONIC):

Vox’s got eyes EVERYWHERE in hell. There is no escaping his line of sight unless you go completely off the grid. Which is pretty difficult to do when the entirety of pentagram city is covered head to toe in VoxTech.

However, if you don't pose a threat to him, he really doesn't give a shit about you otherwise, and won’t pay that much attention to your life.

When you first fell into hell, you were mostly confused as to how you wound up here in the first place. That quickly subsided into fear as you noticed the large variety of demons and sinners casually walking down the sidewalk like it was an average tuesday. 

You’ll never forget the sight of seeing a demon gnaw off the arm of another and swallow it whole, like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. 

You wander aimlessly down the streets, keeping to yourself and being very cautious of those around you. Your clothes were in tatters, and you didn't have any form of money whatsoever, what were you to do??

You had two options: Somehow find a job in this new horrific realm, or, die.

You didn't care too much for the latter.

This is how you stumble across one of the largest studios/clubs in hell, owned by probably the most feared overlords in pentagram city. The V’s. 

You get hired to be nothing more than a waiter/waitress, to serve the patrons of the club, mostly serving them their drinks.

You weren't too fond of the work uniform either. It left nothing to the imagination, and exposed alot of skin, far too much to your liking. The job actually paid somewhat decently though and it was enough to be able to sustain a living. You were quick to rent out the nearest apartment.

One day, while you’re out on the main floor, making your rounds, your eyes briefly lock with the TV demon across a sea of sinners. Call it cheesy, but it was almost like a spark went off the moment he laid eyes on you. Which is something that doesn't happen often with the tech-savvy overlord. Who were you??

He lazily beckons you over with a claw, to which you obediently follow, although it doesn't hide the sheer nervousness written all over your face, He gives you his drink order in that sultry, velvet voice of his, eyeing you up. You gulp slightly and are quick to bring him his order. He thought you were so cute trembling for him.

He begins to stalk observe you closer after that. If you have any electronic devices he’ll watch you through your screens, trying to get a glimpse into what your life was like outside of work. The things you enjoyed doing in your free time, favorite shows, foods etc.

He def goes through your search history.

He would start showing up more in the sections you worked at, oftentimes minding his business, but occasionally striking up a conversation with you.

You did have to admit he was quite the charmer, his smooth voice was hypnotic to you.

OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES. If he notices some creep won't leave you alone while you're working, he’ll take care of them personally, it’s never a pretty sight afterwards. He cant have anyone taking what's his.

You're oblivious to his stalking and possessiveness, you don't think much of it, maybe that's because he puts on a friendly face when you’re around him.

But after some time of getting to know you, He’s the one that eventually asks you out on a “date”. You’re skeptical at first, but decide to accept his offer. And also partially because you were afraid of what would happen if you said no.

(ROMANTIC):

Ngl it’s kind of a situationship in the beginning.

Vox is a busy man, it’s constant work maintaining the studios (especially valentinos temper) and managing the entirety of hell's technology. So, he may ghost you at first.

That being said, He will still keep an eye on you. He often watches through your phone while you sleep, just to make sure you’re safe. Hell is a dangerous place after all.

Speaking of, you’re now under the protection of the V’s, so that’s a plus! You never have to worry about another demon laying a finger on you. They usually never get close enough to anyways.

He very easily gets jealous. He won't show it on the outside because he has an image to uphold, but you can tell every time from that crazed look in his eyes.

Vox is a possessive lover; he wants to keep you all to himself. If he could, he’d keep you locked up by his side all day.

CONTROLLING. He HAS to know where you’re at, at all times, and who you’re going to be with (lest you face one of his tantrums). Also dictates what you wear, He likes to dress you up to his liking, like you’re his own personal doll.

Insecure much?

Say goodbye to privacy btw. He constantly has you in the back of his mind and a watchful eye on you. It can be kind of suffocating at times. The two of you have gotten into a few arguments because of this.

Valentino gets jealous of you too. How dare you take his boy-toy away from him? He’s often giving you the stink eye and will threaten you behind vox’s back. You’re too scared to tell Vox, because you don't want to face Val’s wrath.

You know briefly of his and Val’s “relationship” it all had seemed very one-sided and completely unhealthy.

You're often having to calm Vox down. The man has a very short temper and is easily provoked. 

Imagine you pressing little kisses to his screen after he found out about Alastor’s return. He remains stoic, but secretly enjoys your affection.

Some of the pet names he loves to call you include; Doll, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart, Babe.

Pretty old-fashioned ik, but he's a classy man alright?

He tends to be pretty touchy, always having a clawed hand on the small of your back, or an arm wrapped around your waist. It’s more of a possessive trait of his, to keep what's his close.

He loves having you sprawled on his lap while he’s in his screen room, you stay nuzzled into his side, often taking naps while he does broadcasts.

He TOTALLY spoils you btw. He’s one of the most powerful overlords in hell, ofc he has the money to show it. Whatever dingy apartment you had before, forget about it bc this man has you living in a penthouse suite in one of the most expensive apartment buildings. He sees you looking at something in a store or online?? Boom, it’s yours now.

He loves buying you clothes, as I’ve said before, you're his “doll” and he loves playing dress up with you.

And if you buy him something?? He’s taken by surprise at first, he’s never really been on the receiving end of that affection, so whatever it is you give him he’ll cherish it.

If you ever have someone bothering you, or want to get rid of, you just say the word babe. He’ll be feeding them to his sharks >:)

The man is emotionally constipated, ok?? All he’s ever known from relationships is what he shared with Val (and trust me that was a train wreck). He’s rough around the edges, short-tempered and isn't always easy to get along with, and he’s incredibly possessive which can be suffocating to deal with at times. This probably stems from him not wanting to actually be alone, He doesn't want you to slip out of his grasp, so he keeps a tight leash on you. But underneath all these flaws, he really does love you and care about you. At the end of the day, He just wants someone that will stay.

#hazbinhotel #hazbinhotelxreader #xreader #gender neutral reader #vox x reader #vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin x reader #headcanons #dating headcanons #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin

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mi luz

based off of this comment i wrote on tiktok: “he looks like he could use a hug and a shoulder to cry on.”

word count: 2.2k

warnings: nonspidey!reader, language, hurt to comfort fic (miguel needs a break. like a sabbatical or something)

a/n: ngl, i'm not too happy with how this turned out, probably because i wrote it all on a plane and it's not beta read, but i need more soft miguel fics in my life!!!

He’s tired.

He’s tired and he’s missing you. The boring, monotonous walls of his office harshly remind him of his place, the jubilant orange glow of his monitors tell him of just how much more work he’s got left before he can finally retire to your world.

Lyla, lounging atop one of his screens, watches him and his glossed over eyes, knowing exactly what the lazy flick of his fingers meant. She sighs, glitching over to bring one of his screens forward. “Miguel!” She yells, scaring the poor man out of his thoughts and momentarily extending his claws. “Lyla, what the fu- what the hell?” He growls, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“No kids are here, you don’t have to keep it PG.”

“Whatever.”

“Look, you got work to do, and if you don’t finish it soon, it'll be too late to get in some quality time with this lovely human,” she shoves the digitized photo of you up and into his face. “Before your next mission.”

He sighs, knowing she was right.

“Daydreaming about it isn’t gonna get you there any quicker,” she flickers to be right in front of his face, slapping a hand onto his nose as if she could actually touch him. “GET YOUR SHIT DONE.”

“Fine, fine! Get out of my face.” He grumbles the second sentence, swatting her away and strolling back up to his screens. His eyes catch on your photo, and he reaches to enlarge it in front of him, but—

“No,” Lyla dissipates the photo before he can even get to it, face twisted in disappointment. “No. Not until you finish working.”

“Hey! Who’s the boss here?” 

“Me. Now work.” Lyla glitches out of view with a triumphant huff.

He huffs dramatically, pouting as he pulls himself together. He lets his emotions drop from his face and slides into his stoic mask, resuming the work on his screen. It’s hypnotizing as soon as he gets into it; Lyla must’ve done something to keep him focused, he supposes. She always does have a trick up her sleeve.

In what feels like no time at all, he’s done with his work. With a final, defiant tap to close down his screens, he spins on his heel, ready to leave and go home. Ready to hop in through your window— as much as you hate when he does that— and rest his head atop yours, caging you into where you’re surely stirring something on the stove.

But as he turns, he’s face to face with none other than Hobart Brown. A look to the left reveals his partners in crime; and Miguel knows he’s in for a ride. At least a ten minute detour, as it always is with the four of them. 

“What?” His hands come to rest on his hips naturally, trying to become bigger to them as if it would make the next words out of their mouth more blunt and less angering. “We have a slight problem—” Gwen starts, before Pav butts in.

“It's not slight. It’s a pretty big deal!”

“Mate,” Hobie huffs. “That’s not helpful.”

“I’m trying my best!”

"Yeah, and that's going great-"

“Okay, stop it, all of you,” Miguel interrupts before they can go down the rabbit hole, trying to keep his already strung thin patience steady. “What’s going on?”

“There’s another fight going on.” Hobie gives the answer blunt, to Miguel’s satisfaction.

“Cafeteria?”

“Main hall. Sector D.”

The huff that erupts from his lips draws a colorful picture of his current emotions as he hops off of his elevated platform. “I’ll fix it.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Miles brings himself to stand in front of the man. “We’re not gonna hurt anyone, right?”

“I can’t make any promises.” He brushes past the kid, dismissing him with a shake of the head. 

“Miguel. Don’t take your anger out on them–” Gwen tries, but all it gets is his recoil and daunting stalk towards her.

“I will do whatever the–” the swear word is on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down. “I will do whatever is needed, but violence is not my first course of action.”

“Please be nice to everyone,” Pav says, peeking over Gwen’s shoulder. “It’s been a long week for all of us too.”

Miguel sighs and brushes past them, saying nothing. He brushes off their words in silent agreement. He didn’t really want to hurt anyone either. 

By the time he reaches where he'd been informed the fight was, there was a mosh pit encircling the brawl, a mass of blue and red and spidermen. He approaches from behind, the tide parting for him as each person registers his presence.

When he meets the pearl in the oyster, the hotheaded spiderman hasn’t noticed him quite yet. He’s got the other spidey— one of the many spiderwomen— beneath him, gnarly fist raised to land another punch. Miguel sighs, grabs the back of the man’s elbow, and dragssss him off.

“Everyone get away now.” His tone squeezes the air out of the room and leaves no room for discussion, not that anyone would dare to object. The spidermen flee the scene before he can even finish his sentence, and by the time he’s turned back to the perpetrators of it all, they’re gone too.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, murmuring a low cálmate under his breath as he moves to regain his bearings. “Lyla,” he waves the said woman near.  “Find those spidermen and remind me to get to them when I come back.” She sputters to focus in front of him, dipping her head in an obliged nod before sputtering off again to wherever she found herself needed. 

Miguel shakes and unclenches the fist he’s made with his free hand and stalks back to his office, rubbing the palm of his hand where his claws had taken purchase amidst anger. 

Sometimes, he regrets putting himself in charge of all of this… shit.

But… he’s the only one who can do it. No one had the vigor, the dedication, the understanding of why and what had to be done to keep the multiverses in line and make sure what happened to him never happened again. 

It’s tiring. It takes his nights and his days and chips at his brain until he’s sure there’s nothing left in the expanse of his head. For someone who appears naturally angry, he’s quite good at keeping all the real anger in.

The downside of this: he bottles it all up. But the bottle isn’t big enough, doesn’t last forever, cracks at the seams, and then shatters in a explosion of tears. It enjoys crumpling him into the floor, loves the way his hands shiver in the cold breeze, shakes him to the core and, for all his confidence, makes him doubt.

Lyla’s only seen him like this once, when he couldn’t get away and instead had to sequester himself into his office, not quite getting to hardwiring her nosy personnel to do something else. 

No, he doesn’t rely on her, as he normally would with other problems. He doesn’t trust her, he doesn’t even trust himself with post breakdown Miguel, no. 

He goes to you.

You. The lovely, kind person he’s had the great privilege of calling his. His love, his support, his everything, or better yet; mi luz. My light. The light at the end of the tunnel, at the end of the world, when he feels like the walls are caving in and there’s really nowhere else to go and nothing more to lose.

You calm him, like you always do. Effortlessly caring, eternally so. Never afraid to give, to let him take and take until he’s stuffed whole. You know little things about him, take the time to learn them. Like where to get his favorite empanadas— much better than the ones in the spidey cafeteria— and that he loves when you press your fingers into his shoulder blades. He loves your massages.

He loves you.

Tapping insistently at the shitty gadget on his wrist, he mindlessly pulls up the coordinates for your dimension. Second nature. He’s walked himself into some obscure corner of the building, but he isn’t processing such mundane things at the moment. He can feel himself slipping, the mask fracturing. He can’t be left alone right now.

You.

The portal is up now, flashing and glitching in an assortment of colors, beckoning him in with its delectable light, like a halo. Miguel wastes no time giving in, diving into the portal and tucking himself tight like a torpedo.

Multiverses zoom by as he glides through hexagons and hexagons, thousands of people in each. Worlds that he keeps steady, safe, perfect. Normally, he’d stop to smell the flowers, observe and appreciate the sereneness of every special home in front of him. Pride himself in the fact that there was a special home for someone to come home to. 

But not this time. No, this time he keeps his eyes screwed shut, he wouldn’t, couldn’t get distracted by the novelty. The bottle is cracking now, cracking into long and sharp spikes aching to slice across his chest. He’s so close, all he could get himself to do was focus on his breaths. In and out, in and out, in and out—

The abrupt warning of your multiverse approaching pinches his wrist, reminding him that this whole mess was very much real. He stumbles into your living room with a not so quiet thud, startling you. You drop the spoon you were stirring something with— smells like some sort of sauce, yum— and whip your head towards him.

He’s got his arms wrapped around you before you can even process that it's him, burying himself in your neck and inhaling the calm scent of you, a mix of your perfume and your detergent, so very you. 

“Miguel.” You sigh into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist as the initial shock of his intrusion wears off. 

He slumps into you, only trusting himself to let out a low grumble of your name. 

“What’s going— oh,” your brain puts two and two together. “Oh, Miguel, shh. It’s okay, I got you.”

And he breaks. Because he knows you mean it. He knows you have him. You always do.

The tears are bubbling over the rims of his eyes and splashing down his cheeks, his hands are twisted up in your loose shirt. He’s sure his claws have made an entrance too. One of your hands reaches to turn off the stove, the other rubbing incandescent patterns into his back. 

You were always so careful. Never leave the stove on, Miggy. Don’t wanna burn the food. He loves that about you.

“Hey,” your voice wisps in through the fog of his mental breakdown, of the end of the world. “Hey. It’s me. Just me. Your absolute favorite person on this planet.”

“Multiverse.” He manages through sob induced hiccups. 

“Multiverse,” You smile, breathing out a soft laugh as you toil him in closer. “Breathe, my love. I have you. Nobody is here but me, and I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”

He nods, lets himself weigh more onto you.

“That’s it, I got you,” you coax. “Get it out of your system.”

He gives all the tears he has to give. He’s sandwiching you between the counter and his stature, but you don’t seem to mind. Your spilling words, mindlessly, talking until he’s done and ready to attach himself to them, the soft baritone of your voice.

And it takes time, but he gets there. He’s in the tunnel, the walls are caving in, he’s believing he's given all he has to give, but you’re there, and you’re telling him no, no you have not. You don’t get to lose, because you have SO much more life to live.

His light.

The tunnel lets up, opens up the walls, lets him bathe in you, in the way your arms are still hooked tight around his waist and you’re going on about how there was a new episode of your favorite show that he had to watch. 

And of course he would watch it.

He’d do anything for you, anything you asked whenever you wanted. And he knows, in turn, that there wasn’t a damn thing in this god forsaken reality that would stop you from doing the same for him.

You tell him as much. To his face, into his hair, with the dance of your fingers on his back, in the way you guide him to the couch, when you place down some food and a cup of water— you just cried out your backup supply— and again when you place yourself down next to him.

“I’m so beyond lucky to have you.” He murmurs to you, some fifteen minutes into the episode of your show, something about this dude with a metal helmet and a green baby? He can’t recall the name.

You turn, a smile gracing your features. “You deserve me. You deserve everything the multiverse has to offer and more. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

“You’d have one less person bothering you.”

“Ah, yes,” you laugh, swatting his cheek. “Like you’re such a nuisance.”

He laughs, actually laughs. It’s nice.

You tilt your head onto the girth of his shoulder, snuggling in tight as your attention is again sucked into the screen.

He smiles dazedly at you, finally feeling at peace.

Mi luz. My light.

is anyone else still obsessed with him or is that just me

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara fluff #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #oscar issac x you #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac imagine #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spider verse

[datchidatchi]

[WIP] Husk Demon Mode Concept

He has 4 different forms based on poker card symbols and they all specialize in different things. He can't chose which form he takes. (more info below cut)

Regular Husk: Jack of all Trades, Master of None

Basically the Husk we know and love.

Clover: The Lucky Bastard

- INSANELY lucky to the point of cartoonish ridiculousness. Like pianos falling from the sky to crush his opponent type ridiculous.

- Shapeshifting (limited to shrinking only) he can make his whole body or parts of his body as small as a shot glass.

- Very weak. Punching him will probably kill him, but chances of hitting him is next to impossible.

Diamond: Razzle Dazzle them all!

- Persuasion/ hypnotism: Uses song and dance to get people to do whatever he wants. A Pied Piper of sorts

- Shapeshifting: Can shift his proportions to a form that is soothing to his target. (ex: if his target has a loved one that is fat/skinny/short/tall/feminine/masculine his body will shift into that to lower their guard.)

Heart: The Protector

- Durability: Can take a lot of damage without sustaining any injuries.

- Shapeshifting (limited to enlarging his body, maximum size tbd).

- Jumping: Has the jumping capabilities of a cat. - Wings: His wings are able to give him a bigger boost when jumping but he can't fly due to his size and weight.

- Mostly walks around on all 4 legs.

Spade: The Fighter

((The design I definitely need to work on more but this Husk is supposed to be the fighter/ offense of the lot. Going for a streamlined but bulky form like a Norman Bel Geddes car.))

- Speed: Flies incredibly fast.

- Eyesight: Can spot his prey from a long distance away and spot the smallest movement.

- Wings: Can use his feathers as darts. Rarely misses.

- Strength: Can crush someone's skull by stomping on it or crushing it with his talons.

RULES

1) He can't choose which mode he goes into. It's purely chance. He has a deck of cards he shuffles and picks at random. The symbol of the card determines which form he takes. He can use other gambling methods than cards but this is the simplest way.

2) There's a time limit on how long until he can switch forms (tbd).

3) He can go Demon Mode anytime he wants but it defaults to the last form he took. If he wants to switch, he has to leave it to chance.

Why the rules? He'd be too op if he could choose.

Other random info:

- Husk goes into Demon Mode for the hell of it, not necessarily for combat.

- List from more cat-like to bird-like designs: Heart, Clover, regular, Diamond, Spade

#hazbin husk #doodle #fanart #hazbin hotel #I'll update another time to add some color and give my design justifications and thought process #but I REALLY NEEDED this out there before someone else had the same idea lmao. #anyways peace out

[heathersproship]

I WENT AND SAW MEAN GIRLS YESTERDAY

Went in with low expectations, but hoping to like it. Listened to some of the soundtrack a few days ago and wasn’t exactly impressed. But I didn’t blame the rearrangements—not entirely. Some of it was questionable, but maybe it’d be like with NPMD where I’d like it more when I had the visuals to go with it (I vastly prefer The Summoning live, and also High School is Killing Me, rather than the studio audio). And for the most part, I was right! I had a nice time.

See below the cut for my thoughts on the songs, other details, and some Janis analysis.

First Things First

We started off strong with the garage setup and Cautionary Tale. The vertical screen on a horizontal one doesn’t bother me, so I love the whole bit with the phone, and Janis plays guitar!

What Ifs was a song I didn’t listen to beforehand, and I understood most of it til Cady got to school. Then I had no idea what she was saying, either because the music was too loud or she was singing too softly, or both.

Meet the Plastics (though really it’s just Meet Regina) was good. Loved the lights flickering and Regina’s hypnotic voice like a siren luring the unsuspecting Cady in. Or an anglerfish.

Stupid With Love was actually not that bad... in the first half. Once we were out of the classroom, it fell off for me. I suppose they were going for a dreamy walking-on-air cloud nine “too in your own little world to notice the world around you” vibe, especially at the very end, but Angourie’s soft vocals didn’t do it for me. I expected a burst of energy since they’re outside and have the freedom to move and be loud with it.

Apex Predator was beautiful visually. Musically, I’m still not sure what to make of Damian singing Cady’s lines when they were about Janis. It’s strange. Couldn’t even have her think them? Record Angourie in a booth to get a feel for how big she can go, play it over a few shots of Cady’s face or the scene in front of them, Cady looking at Janis as she secretly compares Janis and Regina while Janis and Damian are warning her about Regina? No?

The build-up to What’s Wrong With Me was good—love the usage of the music box—though the song itself was a bit awkward. It’s sad all the same though, and that’s the point.

Sexy was good. Blink and you’ll miss the Easter egg.

Someone Gets Hurt was visually stunning. My one gripe is that Aaron has ONE line. Just one. And he doesn’t even sing it because the actor just doesn’t sing (did they hire him for his looks? The fact that he was in TSITP, which I haven’t seen? Why hire someone who doesn’t/can’t sing... for a musical??). Couldn’t they get someone to dub him? It’s just one line. Was that too much to ask? Disguise Damian’s voice if you have to. Giving it to Regina was certainly a choice they made.

Revenge Party was a fucking banger. It’s so fun and hella camp, and I love that they reinstated one of the OG verses (two if you recognize the piñata line from another verse). Also like how the “yes, bitch!” line was also back, unlike in the Broadway recording, though I don’t think that exchange needed to happen twice. I love Janis just loudly popping up with “And ugly crying!” during the bit with the sprinklers like girl shut up you’ll blow your cover! But then there was also that weirdass decision to have it go handheld when Cady goes to get the candy cane. Did not like that, what the hell was that?

Damian singing the iCarly theme in French lmao okay sure.

Someone Gets Hurt Reprise was just as good as the original, I love it. My only nitpick is the wording. “Obsessed” rather than “in love with” though that might have something to do with the doll.

World Burn was epic. Except... okay. Regina waltzed right into school with the Burn Book in hand. What if someone saw her? And then her just deliberately dropping and leaving it on the floor. And people really walked past it before someone finally picked it up? Really? The payoff is excellent, just the setup was... questionable.

Now that I’ve seen it, I definitely like this version of I’d Rather Be Me a lot more than I did before. Especially how it ends. (Though Barrett is still bae.) There’s possibly an allusion to the music video with the running in the halls and going about the school. But my God, Auli’i fucking did that! And again, very glad they kept the curse in the OST.

If that was a reprise of Stupid with Love... here’s an idea: just stop. The horse is already dead.

I See Stars was? Fine? Tbh I don’t really remember it. Probably because the girl who doesn’t go there takes over halfway though. Way to pull your weight, Cady. Angourie did well for some things, but singing really isn’t her strong suit. Again, why hire actors who don’t have the range for a musical?

Other things:

I love that Janis does embroidery here. It just fits.

Did not like the sanitization. How can this be Mean Girls without one mention of “social suicide”? You can keep the bouncing boobs thing and blatantly asking if Cady wants to have sex with Jason, but the band geeks are “corny-horny” and not “sexually active”?

Heyy Ashley Park!

Cady scaring the shit out of Janis and Damian will never not be funny. They were even watching the same scene of the same movie!

I was really hoping to get a flashback of Regina and Janis, with Janis actually burning the doll, rather than Damian acting it out with the toys. Or at the very least, a shot of Regina’s backpack on fire (that would’ve been a great teaser image). So we can get an idea of what Janis was like before, if she went along with the fashion rules like “pink on Wednesdays” or if she was always a little off-beat and Regina pushed her further into it. Maybe even see if she was the queen bee as some people believe was the case back in the day.

Love the bit with music people in the tree and Janis telling them to stop lmao. I love when they do things like that.

Analysis:

So one of the main differences between this Janis and her predecessors is that once this Janis gets to a certain point, she’s satisfied and actually wants to stop so she and her friends can just enjoy their time together rather than asking Cady to take a single night off before, presumably, letting it go on longer. This makes the party betrayal hurt worse when Cady says she wants one more lunch with the Plastics, as it looks like she made the active choice to trade up rather than just forgetting about Janis and Damian in her attempt to ensnare Aaron. Janis’ satisfaction also makes her singing IRBM more justified than in the musical because the movie took away a crucial aspect of her character which made her a Mean Girl to begin with: her anger.

This iteration of Janis just doesn’t have the same level of pure rage that drives her the way Regina does—rage which made them two sides of the same coin—because in this version, Janis is actually gay. The whole conflict in the original was Regina labeling Janis as something she wasn’t, and 2004 being a more homophobic time in history was how it was able to fly. In the 2018 musical, when that was no longer the case, they had to add in another layer with Regina pretending the issue was that Janis couldn’t accept she wasn’t one of the six people invited to her birthday party, before revealing the real issue was the same as the first: Regina pushing a label onto Janis (though Barrett says she played Janis as a lesbian, this was not explicitly confirmed nor acknowledged within the show itself, and is therefore no more canon than Regina being queer because Renee Rapp says so, closeted or not). With Janis being canonically queer here, this takes all the power out of Regina labeling her a lesbian in the first place because yes, yes she is, and? Rather than the problem being about the label, now the problem became Janis’ reaction to the bullying that ensued.

While she had to leave school due to how bad the bullying was in all versions previously (frozen out in the original—according to Regina she dropped out; and having “space dyke” Sharpied on her locker in the musical—according to Damian her parents pulled her out) this is the only time we know of where she retaliated. By burning the plush (and also Regina’s backpack) with a Bunsen burner. Her own actions resulted in her getting kicked out rather than being forced out by circumstances beyond her control, and the choice to do it this way shows that a) while what happened to her was more insidious, she’s also slightly less of a victim than her predecessors, and b) she knows better than anyone actions have consequences—a line of dialogue explicitly absent in the movie’s opening number. She was content to stop where they were at, quit while they’re ahead, because her desire for revenge was satiated and she was ready to move on. Have lunch with Cady and hang out like they always meant to. She’s no longer a Mean Girl. While there was an injustice done upon her, she’s not so scarred by it she’s letting her rage get the better of her to the point it spirals out of control. She was ready and willing to stop. But Cady wasn’t.

And I don’t know how to feel about that.

I think that’s it.

#Mean Girls #Mean Girls 2024 #Janis 'Imi'ike #Janis Ian #Janis Sarkisian #Regina George #Cady Heron

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ok so for Gotham Jervis, BTAS and Arkhamverse Riddler, and Scarecrow

He got caught and he sees Heroine just standing when he is being put into police. He is annoyed but she just smirks and send him a kiss before walking away.

"Blowing a kiss~"

So you got BTAS Jervis too because I misread the ask and wrote that first. Whoops!

Tw: suicide mention, unhealthy villain dynamics, hypnotism/mind control

Gotham Jervis:

- The look on his face is nothing short of offense. How dare you! How... Oh, this won't do. His hat knocked off, a black eye forming and him in cuffs in the back of a police vehicle. And you just strutting away as though you had the last word.

- You think you're going to just leave him to rot in Arkham? No, no dear. He simply must pay you a visit.

- He has eyes and ears outside of the walls of this asylum. And, unbeknownst to you, they are all upon you wherever you go. Maybe you'll notice something strange. Someone staring at you too long when you're on patrol. You think you hear whispers when you pass by a couple who look a little too glassy eyed.

- Why would you ever suspect him? He's put away and it's not like he has a whole network he can just, snap his fingers, right? Don't be silly.

- But it's why he knows where you are exactly where you are once he's escaped. You might think you're ready for him, but the moment you spot him checking out his pocket-watch nonchalantly- He looks up at you and blows a kiss. And your skull gets cracked over with a pipe from a goon he had hidden to the side.

- When you awaken, your clothes have been changed to resemble something out of Alice in Wonderland. He assures you it was all ve-ry clinical. "Why be crass when you're going to be here for quite some time?"

- He's going to hypnotize you into playing his games. Nothing overtly sexual in nature but definitely humiliating and making you kiss him on the cheeks, things like that. Just until you manage to find a way to break free and kick his ass as per heroes do in this kind of story.

Btas Jervis:

- At first he wonders if he imagined that. It's not unreasonable to wonder- but the knowing look in your eyes as you walk away...

- He's a little goofy about it? Were you flirting or just mocking him? It's not that you aren't attractive, no no, that's not it-

- and now hes thinking about how attractive you are and if maybe he would like to actually kiss you. He does come to the conclusion you were likely mocking, but you are quite the lovely young woman and- oh well you would look so adorable in an Alice dress!

- You've left him in quite a vexing position! He supposes he'll just have to... oh, I don't know, something *silly* like abduct the other heroes you usually work with, put them under mind control devices and wait for you to come and rescue them.

- Yes, he could have gone straight after you first, but he's not stupid, oh no! How could you listen to his offer if he approached you on your playing field first instead of his?

- "A kiss from dear miss to give me something to reminisce.... or else your friends walk to the abyss."

- The other heroes line up to swan dive into the Gotham river, your heart leaping to your throat. Could you stop them in time?

- If you give him the kiss, hes all smiles and rainbows. There. And now he doesn't have to wonder!

- Off you go, dear Alice, you'll all have to do this again soon!

- You're left trying to explain to your companions what the hell just happened as he makes a speedy getaway.

BTAS Riddler:

- Flush from the neck up. There's a mixture of feelings- furious you beat him but incredibly flustered that you made the gesture. You're a beautiful woman, he's not naive to that.

- Genuinely, he tries to forget about it. Tries to cast it from his mind. He has far too much to focus on for your meddlesome visage to distract him. He might even succeed for a time.

- It's not until you show up again that it all comes flooding back and he's determined to see you beaten and in awe of his brain. At least, that's the idea as he leaves you stranded in one of his little mind games. It was designed for Batman. Think you can take on the task, lamb?

- You do well... For someone trying your hardest, he supposes. You think he's watching you the whole time on feed, leaving him defenseless once you can reach him. One of these things is true.

- "I've always been an excellent multitasker." He sighs as you enter the room you thought he was in and you note it's a feed from somewhere else, "Ta-ta, my dear, I'm afraid we'll have to continue our little dalliance another time! Remember: The fox that chases two hares catches none!"

- And you might wonder just what that means until there's a news announcement that flashes over the screen that tells of the Riddler striking and cyber attacking a satellite that's shut down half the power in the city. He deliberately created a new problem so you'd have to abandon chasing him.

- He has a feeling the two of you are going to have so much fun!

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- He's immediately red in the face and pissed. Did you see- No! No, you did NOT win this! This was just round one! HE will be the ultimate victor in this. HIS intelligence far surpasses your own- don't shove him in the police car, he's not done!

- This is one of the few topics his therapists are going to get out of him ad nauseum for several weeks.

- Seriously, he's going to get an extra round of sedatives after he lists every single way in which You are intellectually inferior to Him and you only caught him out of pure dumb luck and cheating.

- He gets to work the moment he can steal a writing utensil to use on the walls.

- are there moments he thinks about kissing you? Its hard not to, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you'd have to concede he was your better first!

- Plus get through his death traps. Yeah, there's several of those.

- "Not so cute and darling NOW, are you? What- no, I'm not saying you're cute, I just- how dare you interrupt me while I'm trying to kill you!"

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- His face is completely stoic at first. It's difficult to read his emotions, particularly after the mauling by Killer Croc and surgery on his face.

- Yet if you look back you could almost swear he smiles for a moment. It's unsettling to look at.

- His revenge is slow cooking and you might almost forget about the incident entirely until you're face to face with him again.

- And, all too late for you to register, he doses you with the newest batch of fear toxin.

- "This is a special strain. Created just for you. I hope you're honored."

- non-lethal (in that you probably wont try to kill yourself) but deeply unpleasant and representative of your worst fears. Curled into a ball, sobbing. You might even beg for it to stop.

- it's then he approaches you as a terrifying figure, the rough texture of his "lips" kissing the corner of your mouth. He injects the antidote into your system.

- "Good girl. You took that so well. I can't wait to test the next batch on you as well."

#arkham scarecrow #btas riddler #btas mad hatter #arkham riddler #gotham mad hatter #x reader #foxwriting #tw suicide #tw hypnosis #dc scarecrow #riddler #dc mad hatter

[southern-fried-simpin]

J Squad celebrating Dia De Los Muertos w/ s/o headcanons

A/N: Pretty much with Latina reader, but could also be just fem!reader. Ngl this is also purely self indulgent…what can I say I’m Tejana and proud of it ✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼

Warnings: Floofy, some slight nsfw, Jerome being Jerome

Jerome Valeska

Holy shit!!! There’s a part 2 to Halloween?!

It doesn’t matter how many times you explain that’s not what it is, it’s just forever going to be ✨Halloween part 2✨ to him ���

Ooh and there’s candy??? AND ITS IN THE SHAPE OF SKULLS???!!!

Hyped for it. Especially the part where you leave tributes to people you’ve lost

Because he gets to leave a nice little offering of bleach and a dead snake for his Mom ✌🏼🤡

Speaking of offerings: you have to constantly watch him to make sure that he’s not eating the ones for your family members 🥲

Don’t get him wrong! He absolutely respects your culture and would never do anything to hurt you (at least not on purpose), it’s just that he really really likes candy 🍭

And your cooking 🥘

Please show him how to paint his face, he thinks Calavera makeup is so cool…just don’t be surprised if it turns into some amalgamation of a skull and a clown 😅

Thinks you look hot with your outfit and makeup, expect lots of cheesy compliments in broken Spanish 🥲🥲🥲

He just walks into the room when you’re done getting ready, fuckin whistles and says something like “muY CalIeNte~”

Yeah don’t be surprised if that makeup and outfit is ruined by the end of the night because of him wink wink🥴🥴🥴

All in all it’s a fun night, and Jerome can’t wait until next year!

Jervis Tetch

A holiday to remember dead loved ones and partake in treats for both you and them? Oh he’s here for it.

Also knowing how Jervis has a penchant for grandiose things, you best believe the Ofrenda is absolutely beautiful.

Just don’t take it personally if he sets up a little space for Alice on it with some offerings of pastries and candies, he promises he only has eyes for you

He will insist on helping with the cooking, and will do his best to learn about the holiday and the customs surrounding it

Finally, the day comes and Dios Mio, you are floored!

The entire room is decorated with bright colors, marigolds, roses, and he has swapped his usual tea set for something more festive.

He’s also done some fuckin amazing calavera makeup and has a nice little suit and hat to match with your outfit

And boy lemme tell you, y’all look fine as hell together

And did I mention he’s hypnotized some guests to celebrate with you?

Because he did, after all you are his Alice, and you deserve a grand party with lots of guests regardless of the occasion!

Oh he’s having so much fun with you, he plans to go much bigger next year though!

Jonathan Crane

He’s so excited.

Jonny-boi, being a fan of all things spooky, already knows a bit about the holiday

You can count on this man to have everything you could want or need for a celebration

Ofrenda? Got it. Candles? Lit. Sugar skulls? Sugared. Hotel? Trivago.

But don’t expect everything to be bright and colorful, he isn’t Jerome or Jervis, he’s fear incarnate!

Oh but…you would like it to be bright and colorful?

Okay you’ve made him crumple to pieces because he can’t say no to you talked him into it…

But having him dress up with you may be difficult.

However, he is more than willing to help with everything else, and you better believe this man had his goons participate as well

“Remember, the altar is supposed to have seven tiers, no more, no less, and don’t put anything on it until she says so!”

While Jonathan can be very…brusque when it comes to things like his toxin and orders he gives to you and his followers, he takes care to be more gentle about this

He knows it’s painful to lose people you’re close to, and is very quiet and careful when you both put offerings on the Ofrenda

Speaking of which: he has a picture of his mom and dad together where they’re both smiling and happy on the altar. There’s some whiskey for his father, wine for his mom, and candies for both of them.

There’s a few tears but he will absolutely not say anything or acknowledge it, he knows this is about celebrating the lives of people you’ve lost, not mourning them and he refuses to ruin this for you.

So, he wipes his tears and the festivities begin!

Drinking, eating, being merry!

And what’s this? The fearsome scarecrow has decided to dress up after all?! And he’s matching with you??!!!

Jonathan isn’t someone who’s known to smile and visibly enjoy things, but he was definitely smiling and enjoying celebrating this with you ❤️

Is a bit sad to see it end but is looking forward to next year all the same 🥺❤️

#gotham x reader #jerome valeska #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jerome valeska x reader #jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader #dia de los muertos #j squad x reader #oh look another thing that’s late 🥲 #4 days #4 FUCKIN DAYS YALL #please kill me 🥲

[pollyaunt]

INFERNO

tw: yall dont know what youre in for after reading this hahaha

fandom: tfota

a/n: im so sorry for my absence since past year but im trying to get better everyday and i check up on here everyday too i love yall stay hydrated <3

also for best experience, listen to this one while reading because it gives hardcore big jude energy and has a significance in the fic:

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It was never meant to go so far.

I hold soft flames on my tongue And chew on them like chewing gum,

I couldn't remember how it ended up like the way it did. I was supposed to extract as much intel as possible from him tonight. Not end up with hot and wet kisses trailing down my neck, my cheek, my face.

There's an inferno in your mouth

I can tell by the way you smile like it burns,

But I did remember how it began; with swift moves, swaying and sashaying of hips along with the attractive yet sultry beats of the song playing out, one of my favourites of all time. I remembered how my hazel eyes met the same dark charcoal black ones I saw back on the board pinned in the middle, but the intensity of that deep ruthless gaze didn't hit me until my masked eyes saw it for themselves.

Yet, I continued to move along with the music blasting through the speakers stacked in the corners of that Elite club. Feeling slightly hypnotic by the way he lifted his glass of whiskey to those lush lips and how his black curls fell on his forehead, I raked a hand through my own deep brown hair to the side as I tossed a wink his way, ending my slight adrenaline rush with a controlled move of my cleavage and hips.

A smirk spread on his face, complimenting those sharp cheekbones enough to have me near ready, begging to cut my heart as though glass by them.

His golden clad fingers pressed tighter on his glass, as though reading my thoughts.

And the flicker flames weave in through my teeth

If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?

I knew the answer to that just a few minutes later.

I clenched his shirt from the back, bunching the material in my hands as he continued to leave a trail of the feeling of his lips against my skin in a dark corner of the endless dimmed hallway right outside.

I was burning with the way his hands moved on my body, like a musician searching for the right notes to create his best masterpiece ever to exist. A gasp escaped my lips when I felt him nibble my ear with a tug before he tightened his hold on my waist and his mouth went down, down, down, right in the center of the ample cleavage my bright maroon dress displayed.

Goosebumps scattered across my skin wherever his delicate brush of fingers and lips lingered on my body for a little too long, causing me to arch my back in pure ecstatic pleasure.

And when I felt another lick of his tongue on the column of my throat, I knew the night had just began.

He's a keeper, he's a believer

And he put us in a car, I don't know where we are

My breathing turned ragged as he continued to explore my body in the darkest and most sinister way one could imagine. As I reached my high, craving the sharp sting it left behind, I imagined how I never wanted to stop feeling that pleasure like an addict begging for his drug.

And when he finally pressed his lips against mine, I let myself float so high in the most pleasurable hell he made me put through.

I watch us burn and fall

The heat is ten feet tall

So high that I didn't decipher the small click until it was too late to register.

And the flicker flames weave in through my teeth

If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?

Or the press of unmistakable cold metal against my very hip I felt him caress seconds ago.

My heartbeat struck just when he whispered his very first words to me tonight, "Such a dirty girl you are, Jude."

I took in a sharp breath as I felt him tug my straightened hair into a tight hold of his hands, as he slowly raised the gun against my neck, smirking in the same cruel way he did during his previous heists.

But this time, I was his heist. And he had successfully won in his mission to corrupt me before I brought any furthermore damage to his plans.

My pulse spiked at the thought but he continued to smile in that same evil manner I saw him did all those days when I was asked to get more and more information on him from the bureau.

"Shh, it'll be over soon, Jude." Cardan continued to nuzzle my neck even though I was still put on gun-hold by his other hand and I couldn't decide what really mattered to me at that moment.

But what I did think of was just one thing:

It was never meant to go so far.

Your teeth are on on fire, do you notice? No.

Your mouth is burning, do you notice? No.

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alright this struck my mind while I heard the above mentioned song and couldnt settle until i finished this piece in one go. i hope yall liked it mwah <3

also, dominant cardan>>>>

@jurdannet @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @thewickedkings @thekingdomofelfhame @greenbriarxrose @cinnamonsketchdust @charincharge @clockworkgraystairs @jurdanhell @rhysandswingspan

@hollyblack

#jurdan #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #tfota #tcp #twk #tqon #tsh #holly black #the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota fic #tfota au #tfota fanfic #locke #taryn #vivienne duarte #the bomb #the roach #the ghost #nicasia #valerian #hot gum #sofia isella

[valorxdrive]

❝ i’ll be keeping my eye on you. ❞ c:

Somehow these words never stopped holding a sweet sentiment, normally used by companions who found themselves bringing security with their gaze.

Just like Makima.

...Right?

Rare is the feeling that he ever actively tried putting a lens on the way he's being watched. Where those spirals that bordered on hypnotic rings didn't move, but some part of his soul swore they did, as if there was a strange, acidic friction that tried to actively work against him letting his heart bring higher definition to this link that settles between them. Despite how much it'd be very, very welcomed in this world that finds itself victimized by the boundless gluttonous of devils.

And not just by their powers that bordered to conceptual and heights of stellar destruction, but by elements of humanity that danced in depravity alongside them. As one of the newest 'Honorary' recruits to being a devil hunter, Sora couldn't bother to give it much thought while in the process. Makima's guidance on the matter have certainly led him to what could easily be considered monstrosities, lethal powers that needed to be stopped unless blood was spilled.

So what in the hell was this feeling!? It always found itself roaming during the dreary aftermaths, where little hope was salvaged. In this case, here they remain in territory being melted away from a devil's influence, allowing hellish looking wreckage to distort back to normalcy, letting it be metallic ruins burned from the forces of light and the crushing truths of high strength and physics.

A price felt like it was always being made.

"Heh.. Pretty high faith at work again?" The words hardly hold the usual pomp a better day would drag in. As they remain by a shattered elevator, gouged sections of skyscraper, alongside a rainy backdrop allowing them to drink in the water laden air that barely spritz onto the nearly destroyed walkway they remain upon.

Even now, that sensation of her eyes being focused, it never leaves him. Whether it was her means of expressing joy. Whether it was her method of exacting professionalism by her banner, Sora felt as if he'd never truly know.

The Keyblade's power has once more shown heights that felt more like a gambit than the actual fight. Sora's ability to manipulate time, to even deal with matters of space instantaneously moving, to even offsetting a void in the making. Compared to their first meeting where modest potential could handle the job.

Similar to these droplets, the truth finds itself joyously cascading, never enjoying to hide to begin with.

Within that same moment, his eyes find their focus, daring to peer in that bottomless brightness with sky lit irises. The mystical weapon settled in the hero's firm grip begins to fade, dispelling contently in motes of light that begin to dance to the heavens.

"...I think you're missing a better view if a lot of that attention is concentrated on me. Don't you think?"

Isn't the condition of this city finding better days supposed to remain the primary goal? As highly heartfelt he likes to perceive that very notion.

Sora has come to realize that the people within this job dance to a certain insanity. Now what exactly could that say about him?

@makimavellic

#makimavellic #| Bottle Mail #| Meme #the fact she's friction to Sora's desire #to have that authentic cloth with people by heart #is always going tobe hiliarious to me here

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Sabretooth/Exiles #5

Alright time for the big event! Been waiting for the finale of this two part series, and after the teasing on the cover and the tag spoilers, there is hype!

Spoilers: this is not the finale, AoA Sabretooth does not show up, and to be honest…nothing much really happened.

We start off where #4 left off; Graydon beating down Victor because totally not a surprise, he was the GC working with Orchis

This though was a surprise! They actually acknowledge the second half/ending of the Weapon X-Force book. Like I’ve said before, everyone else seems to try to ignore it, but this one just confirmed that yes it did still happen. Granted the art isn’t 1:1 accurate but hey, that’s forgivable. It’s also wonderful that Graydon remembers this; oh I’m not frowny that he stayed evil, that’s just how Graydon is. No he remembers this, and still refuses to accept Victor. That’s great.

However, father-son beat down time us interrupted by the appearance of these three

Points to note; Earth-12 is the world that Mimic from the original Exiles was from, while the other two worlds are brand new creations. I’d also like to note the parallel to the feral council; a tactician, a carefree wild child, and an animal. Neat! Also why the heck do they all have the stupid eyes??? I could I’ve with “the island changed him in the pit” explanation for why main Vic got the new eyes, but these alternate versions should not; this has NEVER been his default eye coloring. Nitpick I know, but it bugs me.

They explain they were in holding pens, so I guess they can koolaid man their way it, sure. Graydon runs off, the three newbies talk to Victor…

I…hm. I was really hoping that we’d get some Victor who was “good”, because this insistent urge megalomania evil they’re pushing is crap. I suppose that’s why (a) AoA Sabretooth was not part of this, since he did do the good and it didn’t backfire, and he was able to make up with his Graydon. (Unless the first dead one was supposed to be him since it’s make sense Graydon could multiverse snag Sabretooths if he had that one with a Tallus attuned to him. But that would be dumb and terrible). But I’ll give it some leeway since Graydon was a bad seed before this, so his staying evil shouldn’t have been unexpected, but still.

Heh cute reference. Also interesting how he refers to his collection of dead bodies; Graydon refused to call Victor his father before, so maybe being saved from hell did soften him slightly…however the dead are all copies of your dad or technically your mom, not aunts and uncles…

Oh yeah he kept the bodies for a zombie army, thus the Reanimator reference. And hey I recognize Heroes Reborn and the post-Axis costumes…so two version I actually liked are headless zombies…great…

The trio fight the hoard of zombies, main Victor comes back in fighting shape. They throw Graydon into a portal as he swears revenge. Very anti-climactic.

Oh the Pit gang was also spliced in around all of this. Their subplot about underwater babies trying to kill them; Nanny hypnotizes everyone to being kids so the babies relax then dies stuff no one knows about and they all escape swearing vengeance on Victor. Barrington and her gal pal decide to run away to Antarctica I guess, so that’s another plot thread for later.

This memo…is from the future?? It talks about runaway slaves hiding in swamps, so history lesson like the others…but then it shifts to future stuff?? Are we dropping the “Exiles” name and being called “Maroons” now? Or are the Pit gang going to be in a separate book now? And again, why do writers think Victor wants to take over the world these days? Sure he had a plan to do something reality shifting when he ran the Hand (he had magic so sure) but in War of the Realms his goal was his own country? And I’d still argue that Chuck and Beast are doing far more damage to everything but I’ll admit to bias there.

Anyways we leave off with Vic and friends on a space ship and this happy sentiment

I was going to gripe about that, buuuuuuuuuuuut Logan’s birthday is late May, so since the Hellfire Gala 3 hadn’t happened yet, you are technically on the right spot in the timeline. It’s annoying your first thought was “let’s go bother Wolverine” but there we go.

And yes, it promises that there will be more. And this ending was much more…less of an ending than the first half. That end, it st least closed off the story it had going; Victor got out of the pit and went through self introspection in the process. This one though? His son kidnapped him for 5 seconds before being thrown away and leaving him in a pile of alternate hims. The first half felt like it fit the “and the Exiles” title more than this half did. This half wax all just…setup I guess? And I wonder if the ending was shifted to include the alternates or not cause Graydon does feel out of place with the start of this. The gang is in the run, and Barrington nabs them, shenanigans ensue; that makes sense. I just don’t know.

The team did their homework though for this series, and I do indeed applaud that. From the Death Hunt stuff in the first half, to Weapon X-Force finally getting lip service in the second, that’s nice. But everything else…meh?

I’ll be reading a third part if that comes to fruition. I will admit, watching Victor (and his clone army) burn the island would be enjoyable.

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics

[hellraizorolt82]

Concert From Hell Pt.1

This is just a short creepypasta about a guy who gets stuck at a Coheed concert. Sorry for the slow start.

Stepping through the doors my senses are immediately overwhelmed with the pre-show chaos. Even though no band has started playing, the room is alive with excited voices waiting for the concert to start. The strong smell of alcohol permeates the air. Even with the air conditioning, it’s still blazing hot in the venue.

I make my way through the crowd to get a better look around. I’ve been to a few concerts in my life, but never to a Coheed and Cambria concert- my favorite band as of the past year or so. The merchandise line is so long it winds and bends up the stairs and out of sight, so I figure it’s better to grab a drink and settle into a seat. I’ll see if the line is shorter later.

After a bit, the opening act gets on stage and plays their set. I’ve never heard of them before, nor would I choose to listen to them of my own accord. They aren’t bad certainly, but they aren’t who I’m here to see.

The tension and excitement in the air are tangible as the minutes tick closer. The crowd goes wild when the band finally does come out on stage. I find myself among the thongs of cheering fans. Chanting lyrics in unison I can’t help but feel like part of something great. The crowd seems to move as one in hypnotic waves that I find strangely captivating.

A few hours and a few beers later, I figured we must be getting close to the end. It’s a long haul back home and the excitement’s left me exhausted, to say the least. They were only supposed to be playing songs from No World For Tomorrow and their latest album, but to my surprise they began playing a song from neither. It’s an older one, from their first album and it feels in harsh contrast to the ones they’ve been playing.

That's odd, I think to myself. Maybe the concert is over and this is the final song? It's a stretch, but it's the best explanation I can come up with. Either way, It's getting late and I need to leave soon if I want to get home before 1 AM.

I make my way back through the crowd towards the exit, and it seems like the room is bigger than it was when I entered. It takes me so long to get through the crowd, they've started another song! This is getting ridiculous, and I just want to know what's going on here.

No matter how many people I push past I seem to get nowhere. I must be going in circles because when I turn around I'm just as close to the stage as I was 5 minutes ago!

"Ugh..." I groan, turning around to try again. This time I keep my eyes up to the wall in the very back of the room. It seems like no matter how far I walk it doesn't get any closer. Okay, maybe I had a little more to drink than I thought I did.

I turn around to face the stage and slowly start backing up. I expected people to express their annoyance with me shoving through them, but to my surprise, they just continue to cheer and dance as if I wasn't there at all.

When it seems like I've gotten a fair distance from the stage, I turn around to find... nothing. Just more people and the wall on the other side of the room is just as far as it was before. I turn back once more to continue my effort when- the stage. It's right fucking there. I'm somehow even closer now than I was before all this.

"What the actual fuck?!" I scream, the blaring music drowning out my panic. Now I'm wondering if I didn't have too much to drink, maybe I've been drugged. Maybe I passed out and this is all just an awful nightmare. I look down and count my fingers. Everything seems normal, but it's the only logical explanation there is.

I pull out my phone, attempting to call somebody, to do something- anything. No signal. There's no cell service and not a single available wifi network pops up. What is going on here? I've never not been able to get cell service, even in the middle of nowhere.

Facing the stage, I start backing up again. I push past throngs of people completely oblivious to my existence as I go as fast as I can. Just like before the stage gets farther and farther away. Twenty feet away, then thirty, forty, fifty. I should be completely out of the damn building. The band is so far away I can barely see them.

I have to be close to the exit now. I take a breath and turn around, expecting to at least see the door. But no, I can't. Of course there's nothing fucking there. I'm no closer than I was an hour ago. I turn back, and I'm right back to the front of the crowd.

They finish playing through their entire first album and start In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3. I'm already frustrated and with the help of a little alcohol, my blood is boiling. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I want out, and I want out now.

I push my way to the front and find a security guard in front of the stairs. "Hey, you wanna tell me what the hell is going on here?" I scream at him over the chaos. I'm not usually one to be a jerk towards employees, but I'm far beyond courtesy at this point. He just stares blankly ahead, ignoring me just as the people in the crowd had. "HEY! I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW TO GET OUT OF HERE!" I scream as loud as I can, my voice cracking at the end. He doesn't even look at me.

Alright, fine. I'll find my own way out of this hell hole. Facing the stage I start backing up, and I'm not fucking around anymore. I am going to find the exit, and I'm not going to stop until I know I'm out of here. I nearly run backward, pushing roughly past hundreds of people. I'm not going to turn around, even if it takes hours I'm getting the hell out of here.

Forty-five minutes or so later, my run has come to a walk. I can't even see the band anymore, hell I can barely even hear them. They're on the final song of the album now, and in a last-ditch effort I resume running… but I misstep.

That's when I slip and fall on my back- hard. I hit my head so hard that I feel stuck to the floor for a few minutes. When the pounding pain finally fades to dull throbbing and I manage to drag myself back to my feet, to my utter horror I'm right back in front of the stage.

#coheed and cambria #creepypasta

[nathank77]

3/23/24

4:08 p.m Updated and Edited

Today I woke up at 3:40 p.m. I took only a chunky half at the start of my night. I took it at 5:25 a.m and my eyes got so heavy by 6:25 I skipped using mouth wash. I time when i use it. You should brush and let the fluoride set in for 30 minutes and then use mouth wash. That's something I learned from chrest whitening strips.

Anyways, I woke up at 10:40 a.m with a full bladder. I tried like hell to ignore it. However it got to the point that I knew I was sabotaging myself. So I got up and peed. I laid back down. My stomach hurt... and I couldn't fall back to sleep for 15 minutes. I didn't have any mental pictures. Mental pictures that randomly pop are how I know I'm falling asleep I know that sounds weird, but they randomly pop and it's all kinds of things. And once they are in motion I know I'm about to get put down.

I try not to make the mental images as I can make an elephant right now squirt water out of his trunk. I try to have them happen naturally and randomly cause when I make them it doesn't seem to work in terms of passing back out. I also try to think of my last dream or other dreams I had and I remember vividly as that helps a little.When I lay there with my eyes closed I just listen to American dad or whatever.

So after 15 minutes I decided to pop a Benadryl. Just 1 Benadryl... they are at every store in America almost and you may have a cap of how many bottles you can buy a day at say Walmart. You can't buy like thousands at one place... I think anyways. But if you needed thousands, you could go to Walmart, cvs, walgreens, target, stop and shop and buy like 200-300 pills. So I figured to make sure I got more than 4 hours of sleep, it was worth it.

I didn't touch the hydroxyzine. It's not a controlled substance but it's a prescription and I'd like to stock up and only touch it when I really need it.

I'm disappointed that I couldn't ignore needing to pee. I'm even more disappointed that I have/had to resort to more drugs to fall back asleep...

If i had woken up at like 12-2 I would have not take the Benadryl... even if I hadn't gotten my 7 hours as it will knock me out longer and I'm trying to make sure my half doses stay effective...

Today marks 3 days on the half doses knocking me out without any other drugs... I HATE that I had to take the Benadryl 4 hours later.. but it's whatever I got to sleep. I especially had to today cause I was supposed to be going to my dad's house for Lori's Birthday..

When I woke up at 1040 skye was like trying to chase me down and I was like I can't talk, I kept my eyes closed as I walked down the hallway and as I peeded. I try very hard to not lose the ability to fall back to sleep... either way she said dad needs us to be there by 430 and no later...I said okay..

And by the time I woke up it was 340 and Skye was already on her way... I assumed skye was being a bitch cause maybe she wanted to leave earlier, later tonight or something but come to find out some of our family would be there and they didn't want to wait around... it def makes me feel better about skye.. not so much dad. Just schedule it at 5 or 5:30...

I told him my circadian rhythm is fucked up and getting my 7 hours is critical to my recovery and just my ability to function... and beyond that I told them I was on benzos not sedative hypnotics and that's why I can't fix my circadian rhythm or take the drug at a normal person sleeping time. Either way I'm not going now. I'm upset but I guess I get to stay in the house for 2 days and not do much of anything. My body needs it...

Anyways I had a series of dreams but one of them was very distinct... I was in prison working in the prison and we had to go to this underground part with lots of hallways and it went on for miles, we had to dig out the hallways or something but we were exposed to toxic gas and had to wear these face mask breathing things... I barely wore mine, I often was standing near the two guys I was with and I realized I didn't have my mask on and I would put it back on but nonetheless not too long after it wasn't on anymore...

I remember going deeper and deeper with these 2 other guys... as we dug it out and revealed many long hallways... I believe we were using night vision...

The weird part about it is, we traveled from our prison to the underground one on a roller coaster... there have been a lot of roller coasters in my dreams recently.. a lot a lot.... I assume it is symbolic of being stuck on this ride of psychosis and having no choice but to finish it until it ends. I dreamt about meeting a girl at this mall/college who liked me and we hit it off two nights ago... and we had to take a roller coaster in our college/mall to get to a certain floor and I got off at an earlier stop cause I was scared and didn't want to go the whole way..

Either way back to the important dream, we road in on a roller coaster and I remember the deeper we got in that prison as we found our way back I was like where I am when I looked at the roller coaster and the guys were like this is how we got down here....

Also I noticed that despite the fact that we came down with an entire crew, me and the 2 other guys were the only people working....

Another key factor was the prison lied and told us we were clearing it out for paranormal investigators.. when I was alone with the two other boys I said I don't think this is haunted and one of them, "no duh" and the other said, "the prison system is over crowded, people are actually going to have to live here and we could be forced to be enprisoned underground once they fix the toxic air quality issue."

When we went back to the roller coaster once again I was confused as to where we were and they said the entrance. Everyone was sitting at table benches in what was like a lunch room. other than us 3. There were prob 20 people sitting there. There was a woman above us in what looked like a baseball field but it was the only part of the prison that showed grass and had natural light.. the only window per say. Like an above sky light.

And I guess we all started talking about how we might end up living in the underground prison... and the woman above screamed this out in terror, "when I'm down there, I forget my name!" The dream ended there.

I know why I dreamed it, I know why she was the end of it... it was about the psych ward again... being trapped. Losing your personhood there. You know I walked around shirtless exposing my trans identity the entire time I was at the psych ward cause they couldn't take my scars away from me. I felt like I was a number and no longer a person.

If somehow they got me to stay at an institution long term, I would have turned into a zombie and forgotten my name.

I mentioned I dream often of roller coasters.. I always get off the ride and I'm okay, whether I get off them early or when I'm supposed to... I really think it's symbolic of being stuck on this ride of psychosis... in the other dream I had there were like multiple floors to get to mine in this mall/college and I got off at the first stop cause I was scared...in this prison dream there were only two stops one at the bottom and one at the top and we were being forced to be down there..

Also I guess I'll go back over ptsd:

1) I have flashbacks constantly. Everyday.

2) I have insomnia but obv psychosis triggered it without my weed... but nonetheless I have found ways to make living/sleeping with this auditory hallucination more copable... its it is easier and actually possible to sleep with drugs but I can't sleep without them, and TV at a certain volume. Etc.. I do have sleep disturbances. I wake myself up talking now..... legit saying full sentences... I wake up frequently. I can't stay asleep for more than 3 or 4 hours... when i used to stay asleep for like 5-8 hours straight sometimes 10... I've been falling asleep quickly recently that's why I want to kick myself for taking Benadryl... but it's whatever. I got 8 hours and feel great. And I didn't take it at the same time... hopefully it doesn't fuck anything up. Also I could pee back in the day and pass right back out...

Either way i have sleep disturbances.

3) lastly repeated dreams of the event. I may not qualify for really having ptsd... but the symptom list grows. The reoccurring dreams of me sliding down that hill with water with the Marijuana plant at top which is clearly symbolic of weed being why I'm at rock bottom. As well as psych ward dreams. Roller coasters to locations where I lose control. I'm never scared. However I always know I'm stuck. And can't get out.. the prison was a psych ward. Even though it wasn't.

[only-lonely-lovers]

09.03.2022

notes: bath times again!

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：suppose the boys died in 1969… so their house would've had something predating this. but its just interesting to have markers i also assume having a bougie house just means it would be less likely to be a convenient modern solution?

つ：its true, i wonder… i HOPE they have a sexy wooden bathroom with the cedar tub mmmm really baste together smell so good

あ：That is what i hope it feels like it'd be so appropriate…

つ：something this sexy……

あ：I want to think the western aesthetics just arent that available yet beyond more easy-to-acquire furniture like tables

つ：hot…. envision

あ：we're getting lamps to look like an english house and couches but not like renovating whole rooms God i want it 5 yo boys enjoying they tub time

つ：if a bath tub was would i would want to chew on its edge i already like to put my mouth on the edges

あ：Leaving indentations with your fangus

つ：when i am gone. then you will

あ：😭

つ：touch my little indentations. you shoudl not have yelled at me for doing it

あ：Why did i. ruin our precious few shared bath times Sadly puts my mouth over it

つ：your teeth sink into the indents perfectly as we are twins

あ：Starts crying

つ：and…. scene

あ：Start a new scene. bring my brother back. please

つ：ok. ok. I will come back

あ：Get in the tub with me N Now

つ：RUNS

あ：This translates to amane being like. insistent and tugging on tsukasa's shirt we just had dinner i want a nice warm bath!!!

つ：okay. I'm home and you're fretting about how its probably been a while… since i had a nice cleam. mom is also fretful about it all godknows where i've been siome have called it hell…

あ：Me thinking you were like lost in the woods living under a stump Trapped in a cave somewhere

つ：in a stranger's house at BEST 4 towns over somehow

あ：… I really do like imagining like, having a competition with mom over fretting, like, no, IM… help… nyuhh… I've got this

つ：and maybe mom lets you. because you are best friends and she knows you missed him and had no comprehension or brain to cope with any of it

you are filling the big deep tub… mom is nearby but letting you do what you want. admiring how responsible and sweet you are… I too am admiring this… you think a thought and go to run to get toys. but then you flinch-- turning back to me a foot away -- and grab my hand and take me with you to the toyroom to grab a few things for us to have. i must have missed toys while i was gone… OUR toys

I didn't, because I had all manner of toys, but you don't know this, and, I watch you gather them rather than the toys i look at your hand in mine, how you didn't leave the bathroom without me

あ：The thought really descends onto me. Toys, toys of course… I haven't really been touching them myself… Well, it's inconsistent, really, sometimes I need to remember what we played together, I need to think about how we'll get to again… but most days, it was too hard to even look at them. Too painful, too listless on my own, can't think of games for only myself. It felt so impossible to think about. Heart is beating with anxious excitement now, at all the things we can do again together, runs through the mind like a neverending list. So many things…

All that moping… it's behind me… US… We have so much to do…! Squeeze your hand.

つ：its interesting… to think about toys with someone else. I won't have to talk for them

seeing you move them in your hands is startling. wow. its like magic. to see anything move that I'm not touching myself

you'll drag me back to the bathroom. when i run with armfuls of toys, i drop them the whole way until only half are left in my arms by the time i get to the bathroom you don't drop any

あ：[playfully wiggles one in your face]

つ：yytruuuuuu aaaoo looks like youre performing a magic trick i think how easily agog i am makes you both feel successful, and also, sad

あ：It's so easy isn't it, it always is… You're too quickly bright-eyed and hypnotized seeming. I have to worry about you. Ah, your nature… [pets.]

つ：did i have so little going on while lost, that a toy in my face is amazing? makes you cringe

あ：Determined to make up for every second… The hot water will help!!

つ：we'll help each other rinse off int he shower first… you dump the toys into the tub, but move to the nozzle… maybe, make me sit down on the lil stool

あ：Must be responsible It's better for me to be the one to fiddle with this stuff though, i'd rather you just sit ahmm… maybe a moment where i'm surprised to be emotional seeing your hair wet… it's just the feeling of seeing something familiar again, after so long stare…

つ：waterlogged. it feels weird-- I haven't thought about, any of this, stuff. wasn't necessary. it feels weird. watching water droplets sink down my skin, feel them. warm… hot! .a…. giggle

あ：[stare.]

つ：IT'S SO HOT…!! ATSUI

holds paws in front of mouth to laugh. collects water in my palms then throws it up over us both, getting you wet a lil its amazing to watch it pool in my hands!!!

あ：A bit dumbfounded, lagging. My turn, I guess, to feel easily hypnotized…. tilts head

つ：TILTS HEAD BACK OPENS MOUTH FILLS MOUTH WITH WATER

あ：Ouh

つ：GURGLES

あ：ME TOO i do it too

つ：spews it out like fountain

we get into a loop of filling our moufs and spitting it out because you are doing it too i do not want to stop

あ：it's nice to have some mindless fun, easy fun… i'm eager to think less. would rather be physical shakes head all around like a doggie

つ：gawksssssss

あ：For the most part… I can't be-!! so embarrassed, about seeming silly….

つ：I'm like. bath now? and you are like. Y--- NO wait we didnt wash you at ALL….. there was no soap we got distracted. i forgot that components of washing are

あ：Scrubby scrubby now… serious [stern] [plants a hand on you]

つ：get into that hair. get that back. be so scrubby. it tickles and im wiggle a lot and make it hard

あ：mutter mutter…. but hold my tongue. no, I can be good big brother… I won't complain. [just really keeping a hand at your back/shoulder]

#22 #pre-shinjuu #playtimes #gen #chisai #i

[halcyon-hermitess]

Hello all, my name is Lani! I’ve started this blog out of sheer boredom and interest in documenting and revisiting my thoughts on books I read and movies/shows I watch. I’m a pensive person. A thinker, a modern philosopher if you will, a queen of ruminating on things for hours on end. So, naturally, I thought this would be a fun way for me to blab about stuff- to replace my habit of staring off into space like a blissful moron, waiting for my head to come back down to earth. Any who, I’ll tell you a little bit about me I suppose.

I’m a recluse by choice (hence the name Halcyon Hermitess). If I don’t have to leave my dwelling, I won’t. The only people I enjoy anymore is my Husband, My King (a brave man for enduring a dramatic, hurricane of a woman like myself) and the pinch of family members I haven’t scorched out of my life like The Great Fire of Rome (can you tell I am dramatic? Also, the great fire occurred in July of 64 AD…you will also find I go off on a lot of tangents and that my train of thought has derailed itself into a forest of utter chaos, which, sometimes is accompanied by unintelligible screaming (depends on what day I’m having. Oh, and I can’t forget my Cats. I adore them- Sir Gilbert Hades of thy Homey Hermitage, and Lady Penny Lane of thy Homey Hermitage)

Here are a list of my favorite things to spare you today’s ramblings that have nothing to do with books or movies whatsoever:

- Reading

- Writing

- Watching Movies/Shows

- Watching my husband play/make his music <3 (He can play the piano, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, and his voice reminds me of a melodic, hypnotizing, enthralling war cry)

- Laughing with my Husband and just spending time with him in general

- Listening to music while I stare off into space

- Cuddling with Sir Gilbert Hades and Lady Penny Lane of thy Homey Hermitage

- frolicking (fucking try it, why are you even still reading this? FIND A FIELD YOU FOOL.)

- Staying I N D O O R S when too many other people are out and about (I’d rather peel my eyelids back and drop battery acid in them before I EVER endure traffic BECAUSE HONESTLY. PEOPLE THINK WE ARE FUCKING IMMORTAL. FINE SIR, FOLD YOUR CHEVY TRUCK ATOP THE BARRICADE GOING 85 MPH IN THE 65 BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU I WILL /NOT/ STOP DRIVING MISS DAISY. YOUR FATHER MUST BE SO PROUD THAT YOU ARE RUSHING HOME SO HE CAN KISS YOUR PRECIOUS HEAD AND TUCK YOU IN FOR YOUR NAPPY NAP. How awful it must be to be in your TERRIBLE TWENTIES, YOU TALL TODDLER. YOU ARE GODS PERFECT IDIOT.

- Sunshine (Yes, I am aware this is slightly contradictory of what I just previously said but when I am outdoors, it is in solitude, with my Husband, watching him fish or reading a book. I also enjoy sitting outside on my patio which I am so grateful has a privacy wall. If I dare see the top of someone’s head coming NEAR MY PATIO I WILL HISS LIKE A FERAL BAT-OPOSSUM OUT OF HELL. HOW DARE THEY RUIN MY FANTASY OF LIVING IN THE FARAWAY SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS, GOD CAN ANYONE PRETEND IN PEACE ANYMORE)

- Moonlight/The Moon

- Having Scottish-Irish and Sub Saharan African roots BAYYBEEEEE. CLAN EWING OF THE SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS REPRESENT. I know nothing of my African heritage, unfortunately. I detest my mother’s sperm donor and refuse to reach out. I couldn’t if I wanted to anyways, because he was one I scorched from my world…like The Great Fire of Rome.

- Singing at the top of my lungs

- Celtic Paganism

- Being roasted by my tarot cards then crying to my Husband about it so that he can give me a little patsy pat on the head and remind me that I tell others to take it with a grain of salt and just learn and grow from it and I am allowed to do the same (I am still lightly salted by my daily card)

- TEA. ALL THE FLAVORS OF TEA.

- Burning Incense

- ARTWORK. GAZING AT ARTWORK. WRITING A RANDOM FICTIONAL ONE SHOTS BASED OFF OF PAINTINGS.

- Poetry

- Randomly waking up at 3:00 in the goddamn morning to chug water like I’ve traveled the desert for seven days and seven nights (WHY MUST I BE A DIZZY, DEHYDRATED BITCH. DAMN YOU COCA COLA! I still take my vitamins though #HealthNut)

- Learning about my ancestry

- Dancing around my home like a little asshole fairy

Annnd I’ll stop right there to spare you. Now, I know what you’re thinking… “Lani, you don’t seem very Halcyon, you seem like a raging lunatic!”

Yes, Valid. BUT, as I sit here typing this, I have a serene feeling in my chest, Sir Gilbert Hades is purring like the little furry angel he is, I can hear my Bard of a Husband covering ‘when the party’s over’ by Billie Eillish, and I have an ever so pleased smirk on my face with how this introduction has turned out. Life is good, I am healthy and loved and very blessed. If you decide to stick around, I will not disappoint you because of my inherent sarcasm and love for the arts. (I hope you enjoy one of my favorite songs that I have added to this post. PIP PIP. CHEERIO!)

- Lani

#introductory post #halcyon #hermitess #movies #art #reading #sarcasm #Spotify

[out-of-context-batfam]

Secret Six (2008) #9

#YET HIS NAME IS DICK #HOW THE HELL ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO LEAVE WITH THAT HYPNOTIZING THEM #YOU ARENT MAKING IT EASY TO LEAVE #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #secret six #nightwing #dick grayson #glute master #leave now #funny #dammit dick #impossible order #battle for the cowl #1k

[canumoveurseatup-no]

the fear of starting over pt. iii

summary: sometimes you have to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive.

word count: 6.8k

pairings: tony x black!reader ; OOC!dark!bucky x black!reader

warnings: kidnapping, abuse, weapons, swearing, mentions of marital rape, mentions of being impregnated from rape so please beware and make sure you’re 18+ and in the right mindset to read this!!!!

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“Love and abuse cannot coexist. Abuse and neglect are by definition, the opposite of nurturance and care... Too many of us need to cling to a notion of love that either makes abuse acceptable or at least makes it seem that whatever happened wasn’t as bad... To begin by always thinking love as an action rather than a feeling is one way in which anyone using the word in this manner automatically assumes accountability and responsibility”

     -Bell Hooks in All about Love

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“Get him to stop crying, Nat,” Bucky hissed and was pacing, Steve and Natasha sat in the corner trying to get your baby to hush.

You woke up with a pounding headache. Mouth dry, neck stiff and hands tied. You don’t know where you are but you know it’s not where you’re supposed to be. The whining of Levi had you zoning in on your surroundings and you’re in what looks like a cabin.

“H-he,” throat dry from not being tended to in hours with nothing to quench it, “He.. l-likes frozen mango,” Steve hurried to get some, knowing they already had it in their freezer... it was a light snack Bucky often enjoyed... one of the things Levi got from him.

Bucky hurried to turn himself to you, same sick smile on his face realizing you were finally awake, “My pretty girl, she’s awake,”

You didn’t miss Natasha glaring at you. She never knew what he saw in you. You were you boring and dainty, not always walking around with a chip on your shoulder. She envied you for not being a brooding bitch like she was. 

“Why am I here, James?,”

“Didn’t Steve tell you? I want my family back and no one is leaving until you agree,”

You choked out a sob and pleaded, “Why do you want me so bad? Why can’t you just let me go and leave me? Why must you come around and ruin my peace? Huh?,”

He grabbed your face in his hand and squeezed hard. Flashbacks began flooding your mind, making you wheeze. You hated reverting back to that time inside your mind.

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“Y/N why must you always do something to make a fool of me, huh?, You get a rise out of me hating you?”

You sat quietly and shook your head. You had only made his colleagues laugh, taking the attention off of him for a fraction of a second. Bucky wanted you to stand and look pretty. He wanted you to be seen not heard, he wanted everyone to know what a bombshell his wife is but he didn’t want you to open your mouth, afraid your words would be a beautiful tune and you’d hypnotize them like a snake charmer.

He’d never admit it, but Bucky was threatened by you. He was threatened with how well rounded you were, by how well you worked with others, by how well you worked through adversity, by how smart you were, by how selfless you were. By how human you were... the fact you weren’t an experiment and your ability and hard work came from the heart. 

You were something he never could be and he’d be damned if a woman had more redeeming qualities than him. At first he didn’t mind but throughout the years he’d grown to hate you for the very things he loved you for to begin with.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he snarled.

Not many things scare you but you were too ashamed to admit that your husband was one of the things that did.

“I’m sorry,” you whined. You hated to see him angry, because that means there’s just another action you have to add to your list to not do.

“You’re sleeping by yourself tonight. Maybe think about what you’ve done tonight and fucking fix it,”

You scoffed and tried to bite your tongue but the words were too hot in your mouth you had to spit them out, “So, that’s it?,”

“Excuse me?,” 

You saw his fist clench and you knew this was it, this was the moment he hit you so hard you’d be done for.

“So you send me to my room a-and punish me by sticking your cock in the gates of hell? I’ve come to terms with your cheating, James. It’s not much of a punishment anymore and I know it sucks to hear that because now it might take you a while to get it up, I mean knowing it used to hurt me...that’s your kink,” you swirl your finger on the rim of your wine glass, “Quite funny actually, still need me on your mind to even get your mediocre cock up to fuck some mid pussy,”

The hit that landed on your mouth didn’t stop you from nearly laughing. The one time you dished even a spoonful of his medicine back, he blushed and got embarrassed.

“I’m sure you just added that little hit to your spank bank, huh?,” 

He hated to see you smile, he was the only one who was supposed to deliver a smile like that.

“Y/N, I’d tread lightly if I were you,” He warned.

“Why? or else you’ll beat me black and blue? Might wanna be careful, wouldn’t want you busting too early before you even have me completely unconscious,”

He slapped you out of your chair and you groaned loudly. You made a sound mimicking a camera going off. He spit near your foot and walked away. Steve walked in with you sitting on the floor and didn’t say a single word. Didn’t even act like he saw you or that he knew what had just happened a minute before he walked in.

Steve was a blind sheep, following Bucky and Nat knowing if it came down to it, he’d be the one getting thrown under first.

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“Y/N, I’m not going to make some pitiful speech about how much I love you and need you and my son in my life. Because quite frankly I don’t, but nobody walks away from me,”

You sat quietly, it’s the first time he’s been truthful in a long time, about how he didn’t need you, he just wanted you as a prop, wanted you there just to play house.

But he was scared of being alone, all of this is just a bunch of shit he needs to unpack.

“I just want my baby to be okay,” you whine, “Do whatever you want to me just don’t hurt him, he’s innocent,” You just wanted Tony to swoop in and save you but from the looks of this place it may be a while before he even gets close and who knows what will happen between now and then.

“Oh, I intend to. I guess it’s time to drop the bomb on you that I have very powerful friends in the system who helped erase those divorce papers. So legally, we’re still married,”

Okay, now you threw up, you knew Bucky was fucked up but you didn’t know he’d drag other people into this. It made you sick that he even went that fucking far to nullify your divorce.

“Damn, am I that bad to be married to?,” he thought this was funny. You looked at Nat holding your son, seeing him fighting to get out of her grasp calling for you but neither of them would allow him near you. Steve came back and immediately gave Levi a piece of the frozen fruit, he hushed for a bit, now distracted from the bad people around him.

“Why me?,” you coughed, “Why do you want me so bad. You have Nat,”

He shrugged and tiptoed to avoid your vomit on the floor, “I would have left you alone if you hadn’t gotten pregnant but you know a child is what I wanted, had you just done it sooner I would have treated you better,”

“I couldn’t have one sooner because of the stress you put me through!,”

You’ve literally never dealt with someone as delusional as Bucky.

“If getting back together is what you want... I can’t give it to you,” You gulped heavily and the next words that come out of your mouth set the tone for the rest of this endeavor.

“You’ll have to kill me. I’d rather die than be in that spot with you again. You stripped me of everything I had to offer. There is nothing left of me for you,”

-----------

“Fury, I quite frankly don’t give a damn if your men are working endlessly. My son and Y/N are missing! Four of your highest profile agents have gone off the grid, what aren’t you getting?!,” Tony was working day and night since that night you and Levi went missing. That night he came back from the store was one of his worst nightmares. He did everything he could to make sure you two were safe. He’d rather Bucky take his anger out on him than you two. Anything could be happening right now, anything could have happened by now. 

He hasn’t slept, not until he finds you two and when he does, he’s not responsible for what happens to Bucky and his entourage. Tony was not only working to find you but was working on upgrades for his suit to be able to take out the two super soldiers and spy. Tony was way past the point of trying to verbally resolve things. Someone dared to touch the two people he loved most in this life. He immediately had Fury put out an APB on them throughout the entire country. 

He wasn’t sure what would happen if anything happened to you. He should’ve taken you two on that small shopping trip with him. He felt all of this was his fault. If only he didn’t leave you alone then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Tony, I understand what you’re feeling but you have to slow down just a little bit,” Bruce was working on getting any heat signatures that could possibly be you. They created a specific technology that would tell who a person was just by their body normal body heat.

“Slow down?,” he looked at Bruce incredulously, voice cracking and eyes welling, “Bruce if I slow down then Bucky’s plans speed up. I have to be faster than him, I have to be ahead of him. He could be hurting her. He’s an abuser, she ran for a reason and now he’s got his hands on her and our son, I can’t slow down,”

Their faces are plastered on every billboard, on every article, newspaper, news casting. They’ll find you. 

“I believe I’ve found something,” Friday says

“Give me whatcha got,”

----------------

Wanda was calling Nat over and over and over to “warn” that the authorities were looking for you and Levi and that they might wanna turn themselves in. She really had Friday working with her to help quickly locate you. Wanda wasn’t as close to you but she couldn’t stand by and not help in anyway that she can.

“Nat why would you put yourself in this position?,” Wanda ranted, “You set yourself up for so much legal trouble doing this,” she whined like she cared. They set themselves up for this, there’s no way they’d get away with this, or get out alive. 

“It’s okay, Bucky just wants his family back and there’s nothing wrong with that,” 

Wanda wondered how she could sound so nonchalant.

“Natasha, Bucky is legally not supposed to be anywhere near those two! There’s legal records of this! There’s nothing chill about abuse or kidnapping or any of this!,” 

Natasha doesn’t really understand her role in all of this if she’s being honest. She knows Bucky will always run back to her but if she could have it her way, she’d have been killed you. 

“Those records are gone. They’re deleted,”

“No, Natasha, they’re not!! They’re sealed so fucking tight that God himself would have a hard time cracking into them. Tony pulled out all stops for Y/N. You should have known this wasn’t the right thing to do,”

Natasha laughed in Wanda’s ear and Friday had pinged quietly to let Wanda a location was found even if it was a burner phone. Friday was on it. 

“That’s your problem now. So self-righteous. Have you ever thought that maybe doing what is supposedly right isn’t the way to get what you want. Fuck the rules. Now stop calling or she’ll be dead faster than those pitiful tears of yours can fall,” 

Wanda rushed to the lab where Tony and Bruce were working tooth and nail to find you. 

“Friday and I got a ping on Natasha’s location,”

----

“We’ve got an issue, Bucky,” Natasha scowled, throwing the phone down, “Turns out Tony pulled out all the stops and sealed the records so tight damn near no one can access them other than a few select anonymous people. Legally, you’re still divorced and you’re not supposed to be anywhere near her or her spawn,”

“Watch it, that’s my fucking son, you’re talking about,” Bucky got in her face and it was a different demeanor than what you’re used to seeing him use with her.

“I think this kid has made you soft. You don’t need him or her, Buck,” Natasha smirked at him, giving his energy right back.

“We’re not going anywhere without my son,”

“For Christ’s sake! He’s not your fucking son!,” You scream while shaking against your restraints. Bucky immediately forgets his issues with Nat right now and turns to you. He steps and stands directly in front of you before taking your face in his vibranium hand and squeezing so tight you think he might break your jaw.

He got dangerously close, so close you can smell the spearmint on his breath and smell her perfume on his shirt, “It was my fucking seed that knocked you up. No matter what you may fucking think while you’re on your morality high horse, that’s my fucking son and I will kill you before I let you try to take him from me again,”

“Then kill me, Bucky,”

It was sickening to see his eyes soften at your words, like they hurt him some how. Tears kissed his eyes while he stared at you.

“You’d really rather die?” He choked out. God he was good. So despicable but could easily switch it up at the flip of a coin.

“I would die ten thousand painful deaths than be with you again. Y-you beat me, y-you committed marital rape. You stalked me, threatened me, hurt me, cheated on me. Why would anyone want to be with you?”

“Can’t you see I love you?”

“God, James! That’s not love,” you cried out. His idea of love was so warped and you don’t know how it got that way, especially when you always made sure to give him the healthiest form of love you could give, “You’re so twisted, and warped! You’re full of your own lies!”

His chin quivered at your words and some part of you sadly felt bad. Looking at him like this reminded you of your old Bucky. Some part of you wanted to reach out and hold his face and wipe his tears away. Until you remember this is an act of his, he knows what he’s doing and you can’t let him win.

“I would rather endure the torture you went through with HYDRA than be with you again,”

That’s when he snapped, as if he couldn’t get any worse. He hauled off and slapped you causing you to shout out in pain. You hadn’t felt his strong hits in a while. It would have been different if it was consistent like it used to be, you would have been used to it but now, you screamed and cried like you did the very first time.

“You wouldn’t even be able to handle it… that’s what makes us different. I’m strong- you’re weak. You can’t even handle a little slap or a little rough sex, you ran away! That makes you weak,”

“That was never sex. Y-you took what you wanted,”

“As a husband should,”

“You’re sick!” Wild eyes and tears falling you looked at Steve and Nat, begging them with your brown irises to save you, but they just stared as if you deserved this, “Y-you hurt me so bad I had to go to the doctor, Bucky, that wasn’t sex! I-it wasn’t love making. It was rape!,”

“Stop saying that!,”

“Why?!”

“I’m not some rapist,”

“You are, Bucky!! Face it! Why do you think I ran away when I found out I was pregnant?! Huh? Because. you. raped. Levi. into me!,” your voice cracks as you admit the truth.

This is your first time saying it out loud and it hurts. Not even Tony knew this and it hurt that the first people you admit it to are the ones hurting you. The ones who don’t deserve to see you in this much pain, who don’t deserve to see you this vulnerable.

“I begged you to stop. You threw out my birth control pills. You waited until I was drunk from sleepiness to pin me down and do what you did. You sound proofed our house so no one would hear me screaming and crying and begging for you to stop because it hurt so bad. So don’t you fucking call that sex, James!,”

“That’s not what happened,” he looked to Steve and Natasha, shaking his head as if to say you’re lying, “I would never hurt- I would never do that,”

It’s not like he needed to explain himself, they had no reaction anyway. They would believe him over you any day and this is clear.

“I love my son and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. I just- I just wish you weren’t his father. I- I wish you didn’t do what you did to me for me to have him. I wish you just loved me the way you said you would, Bucky. I deserved NONE of this! Levi didn’t deserve to be brought into this world under the circumstances in which he was conceived but I knew no matter what I would love that child because it’s not his fault! He is my heart outside of my body and you already hurt the one inside of me, I won’t let you do it to the one that I brought into this world and will fight to protect,”

“Maybe I hit you too hard,” Bucky mumbled, “I didn’t do what you’re saying I did,”

Your eyes burned. You wondered how he could stand here and lie like this. It shouldn’t surprise you though, he lied under oath, denying everything. But his abuse is something you would never make up, it’s something you would never confuse with something else. Something you would never forget…

“How could I have ever loved you?,”

“Because I’m good at what I do,”

———

“Find my babies, Friday, please” Tony begged, tears flooding his eyes. Natasha was good, making sure her phone didn’t ping to one cell tower so it was difficult to find exactly where they were. Tony had been running the signal for hours, crying his heart out.

He just wanted to find you two, safe and in one piece.

“I should have stayed home. This wouldn’t have happened if I stayed home. Please help me find them”

“I’m trying, Sir. I promise!,” The AI’s voice was urgent and stressed, knowing how on edge her boss was. Neither never knew how hard it could be to pinpoint a location. He didn’t want to overwork Friday but you two needed to be found. Nothing was working though and the work had been endless.

He would never pull his punches anymore if anything happened to you and Levi, he would kill everyone that had a part in this and then some, he would kill anyone who supported Bucky and his actions, but he couldn’t think about any of that right now, he had to keep his head clear so he could make the right calls. 

“I found a safe house. Turns out it was one of Clint’s old safe houses for his family that Nat knew about. It’s been abandoned for years now,” Friday notified.

“I need you to let Fury know what you found, we’ve got to conduct a plan to get Y/N and Levi out safely. We can’t go in there guns blazing, there’s a child in there,”

“You got it, boss,” 

Tony can’t keep still, if he keeps still he’s going to cry and if he cries, he won’t be able to keep himself together, and if he can’t keep himself together then nothing can be carried out safely and well... you get the idea, all of it would be ugly and it could out your lives at risk, more than they already are.

He was praying to every deity he could think of. He was feeling too much right now. Relief that they may have actually found where you are but the fear of not knowing what he could find when he gets there. He’s trying to remain positive but it’s hard when he looks at the odds, you’re strong but with Nat and Steve by his side it could get dark.

He can’t lose you and Levi. Putting his love for you on the back burner, you were his best friend before any of this, before Bucky, before him stepping into you and Levi’s life to be his father figure, before any of it. Of course, it’s safe to say that if something were to happen to you or Levi, he wouldn’t just be losing two people, he would be losing a son, he would be losing a best friend, he would be losing the very family he’s dreamt of night after night for as long as he could remember.

“I’m gonna find you two,”

Fury and a few other spies come into the room and begin setting up, “Let’s make a plan and get those fuckers,”

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“I really did love you,” Bucky muttered. Natasha and Steve finally left you to alone, you were scared, not for your safety but for your son’s, he was out of your sight and you don’t know where they took him.

You feel disgusting. You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Bucky has only ever untied you to let you use the bathroom. You’ve been surviving off glasses of water and toast with a single knife stroke of butter. He hasn’t let you shower and it makes you feel gross but he does change you into clothes that are his. You hate to admit it but... the scent of him brings you some sort of comfort, maybe because at one point, it did.

“I could tell,” you retort sarcastically.

“I did... I mean I still do. Look at you, willing to die to protect our son, it’s admirable. You’re gorgeous, you’re smart,”

“You don’t really think any of that about me. Face it. You’re mad that I created something that you couldn’t hold a light to. You’re mad that Tony loved me in ways you could never,”

“Well it’s a shame considering you’re leading him on,” Bucky smirked, “You’re literally using the man as a stand in daddy because you know you don’t feel the same way but fuck it, because his spot in your life is coming with benefits right?,”

“Fuck the benefits. I love Tony. I’m just scared because of the trauma you caused. I’m constantly over analyzing his words and action because I’m scared of the possibility of him turning out like you,”

“So why start over? At least with me you know what you’re getting, right?” he gave an airy smirk, huffing in a quiet chuckle, “You know my triggers, you know how to keep me happy so why are you trying to start over?,”

“Because I deserve better, Bucky,” your shoulders tremble as you talk, trying to keep yourself together, you’re tired of him seeing you like this, “You don’t think I deserve to be in a healthy and happy relationship? You don’t think you deserve to get help so you can be that for someone else?,”

Bucky’s hand caressed your cheek, it was so gentle you weren’t sure how he could perfect an action so sweet. You hate that your body reacted in the way that it did, leaning into his hand, answering his touch.

“I don’t care about anyone else. I care about you,” he said with conviction, “You matter to me only because you’re mine and we work. If you stay, I can show you that I will be better for you. I can show you I’ve changed. I can be a good dad to our son. We can be good parents to him... but if you try to cross me or run away you will regret it,”

“Bucky no,”

“Baby ssshhhh, shhh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” he sang, “I’m gonna untie you, okay? I’m gonna let you see our baby, but you got to act like you have some sense,”

--

“You let her out?!,” Natasha gritted, she looked at you as if you were some serial killer, you had no idea why she looked t you with such disgust. You didn’t want Bucky anymore. You begged him to leave you alone so at this point she needs to redirect her disdain. 

“She agreed not to try anything,” Bucky brushed her off.

“And you believed’er?!,”

“I think all things considered, I’m probably the most trustworthy person here,” you cut your eye to Natasha and watch her snarl at you, “This entire time I have been trying to get away from all of you so he can have you and you can have him, so you can stop acting like I’m taking something from you!,”

You had way more than enough of her attitude toward you. You’d been trying to do her a favor this entire time and for some reason she’s mad at you?

“You like the attention, just admit that,”

“I would rather braid seaweed in the deep sea with my oxygen tank running out than be going through this!,” you shout.

“Enough!,” Bucky yanked you away from her so he could get in her face, “I don’t know what has gotten into you but you need to cut it out!!,”

You can see his spit land on her face and you flinch, memories flashing before your eyes of you being in the same position. You feel as though you shouldn’t feel bad for her but you can help it, you wouldn’t wish this on your worst enemy who just so happens to be... her. Even though she had it easy, she had... you... she had you to be his punching bag, she never had to be that for him because you occupied him long enough so that by the time Bucky came back to her, the anger had dissipated and what was left was just primal sexual energy, the passionate, sexual energy you deserved during your marriage. You deserved the consensual, mutual pining that they shared, without the yelling. 

“At the end of the day she is still the mother of my child! She will always have a place in my life because of him so you can either shut the fuck up and endure it knowing I fuck your brains out at night ooorr you can let me stick something long and hard in your mouth one more time before I pull the fucking trigger if you have that much of a god damn issue!,”

“Bucky, that’s... that’s horrid just stop!,” hearing Bucky threaten you was always appalling but to hear him do it to someone else was... was bile-inducing. 

You watched him inhale deeply before letting it out slowly as if he was meditating, he turns back to you and smiles, you worried he’s going to hit you and you’re surprised when he doesn’t. Instead, he gently caresses your cheek before planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Why don’t you follow Stevie so he can take you to look after our boy, yeah?,”

You didn’t have time to think about what was going to happen when you leave the room because you wanted to hold, hug and kiss your son. You needed to see him and make sure he was okay. 

You immediately pulled away from him to follow Steve and you were thankful you made it far enough away so you couldn’t hear anything that was happening in there.

When you finally got to the room where Levi was and you couldn’t control the sobs that took over your body. He was just now waking up from a little nap and he called for you.

“Mamaaa,” he whined.

“I know baby, I missed you too,” you held him as if you may never get to hold him again. You don’t know Bucky has in store for you and Levi and you hated the uncertainty of what could happen.

Steve stared at the way you interacted with Levi, which prompted him to spew the bullshit that soon came out of his mouth.

“You really love him. You’d do anything to protect him,” his arms folded and voice low. How calm he was in a situation like this had your nerves going haywire. How does anyone just stick around and watch this happen?

“Of course I do. What monster births a child and doesn’t love them? I’m not perfect but I’m not that terrible.” You ran a hand up and down Levi’s back to keep him calm despite the fact that you weren’t. You were doing your best to make sure he wasn’t sensing it. “And of course I would do anything to protect him. It is my duty as his mother to love him, nurture him, care for him, and keep him out of harms way,”

You watched amusement dance across Steve’s face for a second, “If that was the case then you wouldn’t be fighting to get away from Bucky. If you cared about your son, you would let his real father be in his life and you would be a family for him,”

“Even if that means one day he sees the bruises Bucky leaves on me?,”

“You know what to do to keep that from happening,”

“So all the abuse is my fault?,”

“At the end of the day you know what to avoid to keep from setting him off so just use your common sense. You would be happy if you just didn’t tick him off,”

“How many times do I have to tell you all that no matter what I do, it doesn’t warrant him putting his hands on me!,”

You forgot you were had your son in your arms for that split second, not meaning to raise your voice. You’re at a standstill, you don’t know how to get out of this, you don’t know what to say to make them see that none of this needs to happen. That all of you can be happy going your own way.

“I loved that man more than any of you will ever know! I’m not some super soldier that can take a hit from another super soldier, I’m a human for fuck’s sake. I loved him, Steve. That’s why I stayed, left, came back and left again and came back again over and over again! I always believed he could change but he never did and it got worse,” You choked on your words and you want to believe you saw something flash in Steve’s eyes. Levi’s little brown hands tangles themselves in your cardigan, holding you tighter. You felt embarrassed with Steve seeing you like this, crying, on your knees, holding your son but if he’s never seen raw emotion before, he has now.

“I left and stayed away the last time because I knew I had to love myself and my child more than I loved some man who beat his spouse black and blue because they made his coworkers laugh at a harmless joke,”

You didn’t even try to wipe the tears from your face, you don’t know how you still had anymore to produce.

“You don’t know fear until you’re sitting at the dinner table with someone who swore to love you and never harm you, not knowing if that was going to be your last meal. You don’t know fear until you don’t even plan things in advance because you don’t know if that person would kill you before you got to that date. You don’t know real fear until you can’t even celebrate your own birthday because it might also become your death day if you allow anyone to show you attention even though it’s your day!!,”

His crossed arms fall to his sides as you continue to speak. He was softening up at the truth you spilled. Now that he’s face to face with you and seeing you broken down like this he knows it can’t be faked.

“Even something that was supposed to be as passionate and sensual as making love was terrifying!,”

“Y/N...” Steve spoke.

“No!,” you declare, “You don’t get to speak on this! There would be times where you saw I was hurting, where you would walk into the room as he was berating me as if nothing happened. No wonder you two are such best friends,”

“I’m not him,”

“You enable it though which makes you just as repulsive as he is because you see nothing wrong with his actions,” your voice drops low, not sure if you should bring up what you’re about to. But fuck it, it’s a valid question, “Peggy was a strong woman who stood on her own... if you two ended up getting married could you imagine breaking her down like this? Secretly being envious of the very things you loved her for at the beginning? Putting your hands on her a-and sending her to the hospital? You would stand here and say you’d do that? You’d really do that to someone you genuinely love?,”

“Of course not, that’s sick!,” his face was quick to turn red as he finally voices his stance on the matter.

“So why are you letting him do this to me?,”

“Because I owe you no loyalty,”

“So my safety and the safety of a child depends on you owing fucking loyalty? That’s absolutely vile! My life depends on whether you owe me loyalty or not? Just fucking kill me now why don’t you,”

“I didn’t want to be a part of any of this!,” Steve gets close and personal, squatting down to your level, “I’m only here to make sure Bucky gets what he deserves and that’s his family back. If you love Levi the way you say you do and if you care about your own life so you can be here to watch him grow up, then do the right thing,”

---

“He’s not stupid, he’s expecting us,” Wanda said into her com, “Sam, does Redwing have eyes on Y/N and Levi?,”

Sam was quiet, he hated that any of this was going down. He’s hurting, knowing that three people he considered friends were doing this to you. He hated himself for not knowing about any of this sooner, he hated not knowing that Bucky, Steve and Nat were this cruel. Sure Clint was with them but to hell with him, Sam never considered him a friend anyway.

“They’re in the furthest room with Bucky,” He replies as Redwing shares the visuals with Sam.

“We’re gonna have to take out Steve and Natasha first before we can even get there,” Tony acknowledge. He so badly wanted to go in there and just kill them all but his son was in there, he couldn’t risk shooting blasts or bullets and one going astray, injuring you or Levi. 

“As soon as they drop, Bucky is gonna know that something is up.” Wanda added. 

“No matter what, he’s going to know and it’s going to get ugly,” Sam retorted.

“Fury is everyone in place? We don’t need to kill em but at least knock them out,”

“Wakefield, Sandon... do you two have a clear shot?,” Fury was ready for this to be over with. He was nauseated by the actions of those who were supposed to be the “good guys”. He hates that he put them in a position of power to have the upper hand to do something like this.

“We do, boss,”

“You know what to do,”  

Before anyone can blink, the two agents shot tranquilizing bullets and they watched Steve and Natasha hit the floor.

“Redwing still has eyes on Bucky and Y/N. He hasn’t moved,” Sam reports.

“All right, everyone close in,”

Tony has never had his attention zoned in as much as he does now. He just wants to get you and Levi out of here and maybe kill Bucky to remove him from your lives indefinitely. 

He counted how many steps it took to get to the front door and into the house.

One... he noticed how the grass danced around his left foot in the breeze that kissed his face gently. He’s thankful that he created a suit to move as languidly as this one did. Creating no mechanical noise as his body moved.

If Tony wanted to show off, that one step would be his first and final step, because he would just fly in there and snap Bucky’s neck before he can ask what the fuck was going on.

Except he proceeded.

Two..

Three...

Right foot.

Left foot.

Six...... he can hear the hooting of owls, was never one for creatures and their habitats, having been surprised that some resided in the state of Colorado. 

Seven... Yes, Colorado. Where Bucky had transported you, far away from Tony but it’s no surprise that they had taken you across the country to hide you.

Eight... how many days he had to go without you. Days he sent searching for you, eight days than ran into each other after no sleep until they finally got a lead.

Nine. Ten. Eleven. 

Twelve... the number of panic attacks and breakdowns he had since you and Levi went missing. Yes, he counted.

Thirteen... he can hear his own heartbeat and it’s palpitations. Stomach swirling not knowing how this is going to go, scared that it will get messy and go left. He doesn’t care if he gets to land blows on Bucky as long as he can get his hands on you and your son and get you the hell out of dodge. 

Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.

Seventeen... seventeen different Gods he prayed to, begging them for their help in finding you and Levi safe. He’s scared and Tony doesn’t admit that much.

Eighteen. He’s on the first step. Nineteen. Twenty, he’s on the porch.

Wanda’s red tendrils flow past Tony to unlock the doors.

Twenty-One. He’s over the threshold and steps over Steve’s body. Some dark part of Tony wished he was stepping in a puddle of crimson that flowed from Steve’s body, letting him know that he was dead but alas... him and Natasha had only been put to sleep.

Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four, he’s passing the kitchen and making his way into the hallway. He sees the door that you’re behind. He can hear talking, he doesn’t know what is being said but he can’t worry about asking Friday to listen in and report back to him on what the voices are saying. 

Tony knows that there are agents surrounding the house to make sure Barnes doesn’t get away. He’s scared to get to the door. What if Barnes knew that they were there all along and hurt you and Levi before he can get the door down?

Thirty-two steps is what it took. 

Thirty-two steps to get his heart absolutely shattered.

Shattered at the sight of you pulling away from Bucky’s lips with Levi sleeping in his arms.

“Get down on your knees. Hands in the air,” Agent Wakefield stepped past Tony with his gun pointed at Bucky but you stepped in the way.

“Woah! What’s going on here?,”

“Ma’am I need you to get out of the way,”

“W-what no!,”

“Y/N. We need to go!,” Tony reached for Levi but you and Bucky both stepped back.

“Go where, Tony?,”

“Home. You, me and Levi are going home right now!,”

You looked back to Bucky and his eyes bored into your soul. You were frozen. You knew you needed to leave but something was keeping you here. Something was keeping you from taking Levi from him and walking into Tony’s arms so the agents could arrest him and Natasha and Steve. 

But you watched the way Bucky’s jaw set and this was a test. An assessment of your decision-making skills to see if you’d been listening... listening to the ways him and Steve were dropping for you to survive.

Don’t trigger Bucky. 

You smile at him, as naturally as possible before turning back to Tony and speaking words that took his breath away.

Not “I love you”, No... words that broke his spirit into pieces, pieces he’s not sure if he’ll get back. Words that he thought he would only hear in his worst nightmares.

“This is home... and Levi and I are staying... h-here with Bucky. We’re going to work on being a family,”

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⚠️Warning: smut, drugs, cursing, nsfw⚠️. Rengoku// Makeup work

(One shot)

A/N: hey.. sorry for not being active. Kinda lost the feel for writing smut. But I’m slowly coming back. Hope you understand.. enjoy the story!

You open your eyes, to a strong sweet smell hovering around your head.You search for your phone.. only to find it with zero battery. You took in your surroundings, realizing the atmosphere was unfamiliar to you. What you did remember was that Mitsuri was supposed to pick you up after your math tutoring with your Professor, Rengoku. Apparently, her bubbly attitude and Iguro got the best of her. Heavy on your thoughts, you sluggishly make it to his bathroom to freshen up then travel downstairs. On his shelf, you spot a family photo. Doing this, you were welcomed by his warm face.

“Hey! You’re finally up!” Flipping the sizzling waffles in the pan.

Never once have you seen your professor naked, well … barely naked. He’d always wear these suits with big blazers to class or cardigans that unenhance his muscles.. The sun shining through the windows on his bare back , defining all of him. His red baggy sweatpants, even had his ass toned. Walking towards you with 2 plates. Like a fucking angel from heaven.

Scratching your head in disbelief, You weren’t completely okay at the fact your professor let you stay the night at his house. However, you had a huge crush on him since the beginning of the school year. He’d always use your work as examples to assist the class, exempted you from projects, even let you leave early from his class. After all.. you were a B average student, and the upcoming exam for you would determine if you were still his favorite. His orotund voice, brought you back to reality.

“Haha! You fell asleep during our session yesterday, since it was already late I let you stay at my place till morning.” His radiant smile glimmering watching you sit at the table waiting for your food. “Thank you” he places the plates on the table, taking a seat and scoots right beside you.

“I appreciate that you’ll let me stay overnight.”

“Anytime.. it was extremely late..” taking a bite out of his food. You stare at him, with a sly look, amused at how everything has came about. He catches you staring at him out the corner of his eye.

“What?” Stuffing his face full of food.

god I wish that was me.

“Don’t you think, me staying in YOUR house OVERNIGHT, while YOUR MARRIED is a good idea?” quickly snapping at him tensing up. “Oh so you saw the family photo … haha … I swear strictly professional.. I promise.. Continuing to eat his food.

Liar.. If it was so professional why let me stay? Why didn’t he wake me up? Maybe his students was his top priority. But he didn’t have his ring on, come to think of it .. he never wore his ring. “I not complaining I’m just asking..” you reassure him.“Plus I never see you wear it in class.” using your fork to cut a piece of the waffle waiting for an answer. “Hahah! Well I’m allergic to nickel that’s in the ring.. So I don’t wear it.”

“Fair enough, but how come you don’t talk about your family?”you sigh. “You’d think a married man would love taking about his family.” Stabbing your fork into the waffle.

For him to be a liar he was a good one, or he was telling the truth.. Who wouldn’t be deeply hypnotize by his lies. Hell he was shirtless in front of you.

“My wife… she’s on the mental side..” playing with his fork in the syrup. “Before we got married she was a drug addict, like bad, I took her to rehab and she got better but only for a short amount of time ..”

“After 2 years after we got married and rehab..she started getting high off anything, flour, cornstarch, permanent markers whatever made her feel like the first time she wanted it…”

“damn, I didn’t know that…”

“It got so bad to the point she’d use our son crayons, broke them up and snort them” Brushing his hair back staring at you. “He lives with his grandmother now, I didn’t want him around his mom in her condition.” His eyes were getting watery, he got up from the table to wash his plate before his voice started cracking.

“fuck” you mumble. You turn around to the shelf you saw the pictures at, you couldn’t even tell if she had mental issues. Plus that was the only picture he had in his house when she was “normal.”

“Enough interrogation… can we continue with the subject… I would like my student to understand to their fullest, can we finish the questions another time?” Awkwardly laughing, grabbing his teacher calculus book off the countertop walking back to the table.You felt like shit after being nosey, and even more shitty that he just told you his personal business. It was uncomfortable, and you knew he was distant about his family.Finally, getting a chance to finish your breakfast.

Opening his book beginning to start where the both of you left off..

“As we discussed in class-“

He caught you staring at his chest from the corner of his eye.

“you like what you see don’t you?” Still looking down at his book. “Yea I do.” Shocked by your response, rengoku never though one of his favorite students would be so straightforward. He gradually dots his eyes straight at you, “Let’s get started with the first problem.”

He was playing hard to get, he was a ladies man and he knew it. Seems like he forgot about his wife sad story quickly..You move closer to view the question. But at this point who was really paying attention? Testing how hard he could play these games, you wanted to push him to the breaking point. Brushing your hands across his chest, “But… how come you don’t bring me over your house more often… I’d love to see more of you.”

“Well I’m flattered but I don’t think you could handle it” His face turn into a brushed pink, shooing your hand away from his chest. You grab the end of the paperback calculus book, scooting it closer to you, pointing at the next problem. “I wanna try this one.”

He leans over to see the problem, clearing his throat, “Go head.” Rising up from his seat, standing behind you“Okay, this is a easy one…find the value of the interal … remember what we did in class…”

You zoned out again, he was doing this on purpose… You could feel heat radiating off his body.. He smelled sweet, maybe it didn’t come from the food. It took everything in you not just let him man handle you right there on the table.

“That’s how you do it. You understand?”

Damnit. I wasn’t listening.

“Hell no”

“Maybe if you wasn’t daydreaming you’ll know!”

“I wasn’t daydreaming .. I’d rather see you work it out.. in my seat.”

“Of course!” Rengoku waits for you to leave from your seat… he sits down with his legs parted from each other.

“Okay so-“

You sit on top of him looking down at the book. He was calm, but he couldn’t control it for long. You noticed the change in his body temperature. He was basically sweating.

“Ok, can you explain the problem now…”

“Mhmmmm, the … interal ….. value.” His words were eating him alive. Glancing down watching you throw your hips in a circle. His bulging cock pulsing underneath you.

Leaning backwards to use his neck as support… He sits there, letting it happen. Out of pure embarrassment and ecstasy he gives in grabbing your neck, “I always knew you was my favorite..” he aggressively groans. “Why is that?” you softy moan. “You were always ready to volunteer after school with me, turning in assignments early.. tutoring classmates… who wouldn’t want that.”

Pulling away from each other, followed by deep stares, the whoreness escaping your body “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for the longest.. I want you to make me feel good and cum uncontrollably.”

“I know baby… I’m sorry for keeping you waiting”

He picks you up and carries you upstairs,

Throws you on his bed followed by extreme kissing. It wasn’t a romantic desire for him, seemed like ever since his wife went to rehab he hasn’t been touched since. His touch, his moans, were achingly painful to feel.. but that’s what made it so exciting.“Mhmm” he pulls back “you’re so needy”You lay there, trying to piece your thoughts together, before you could gain some thought He goes back for another long kiss. Gliding his fingers to your dripping pussy. “Have you gotten fingered before?” “Yea, I have.. but can you do a better job at it?” He grins, “Challenge accepted” sticking two fingers inside moving them in and out motion still kissing him. Pulling him closer humping on his two fingers, “Your so fucking wet… baby..” he sighed out. Your breathing became harder like the air around your was running out. He was spitting you open with his two fingers, the sensation so pleasant you cramped up inside.

“Ah fuck… stop stop.”

Squirting fluids all over his fingers. “That’s right baby show me how much you love it..” pumping his fingers in and out faster and faster.He was more fascinated with making you squirt more, growing weaker .. your legs start closing on each other. Rengoku spreads them back out, “stop it, I’m not done.” Stretching all over the bed, you cup your breast for the intense orgasm. Begging for him to exit out of you. He added another finger watching you drive up the walls. “You look so sexy with my fingers inside of you.” He admired how good you look getting your soul snatched by his fingers. Your stomach was bursting, intense pleasure filling your entire body as you sobbed out unintelligible words.

“Ah, shit, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Your body shaking and the heat flushed through out your body as rengoku stands there watching you.He takes off his red joggers and his underwear. Letting his erected cock lean on his lower stomach. You sit up, nervously, turned on again by what he’s going do to you . “Take everything off.” He demands. A nauseous burn hit your stomach, even though you weren’t a virgin this shouldn’t be something new. But something about this tension in the room was so thick.. so real.. that your throat got tighter. You stand up to remove your clothing, tossing it to the side of his room, sitting back down on his bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes”

“Then why are you acting so shy.” He leans in closer, “What happened to all the things you were gonna do to me?”

“What things.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.. when you were sleeping your phone was blowing up.” Pushing you back, moving your legs apart.

Still confused, he taps his cock on your clit, motioning you to answer. “I- don’t know what your talking about..” Gripping your waist and adjusting you on his cock. Your slur out a moan so quite, but wasn’t loud enough for him. Slamming himself inside of you, embracing the position it felt like you were getting dizzy, your legs shake violently already cumming all over him. “Oh fuck—“ you squeal. Placing your hand on his stomach, “Why— are— you— lying?” He sputters, slamming you even more franticly than the last time. Your voice laced with humiliation and anxiety everytime you tried to speak.

Throwing your legs on his shoulders, his dick pulsing trying to hold the cum his was about to release. “I’m— not.” He didn’t want to let go, watching you squirm trying to get the words out made him moan. Bending his head back in exhaustion exhaling “Fuckk you feel so good, I should’ve fucked you sooner.” under his breath. The overwhelming sensation was something you were looking for ever since you lost your virginity. “you— looked— through— my—“You complain staring at him fucking the life outta you. “Shhhh, baby” you felt that all too familiar feeling in the pits of your stomach. At this point you couldn’t concentrate on him snooping through your phone. His cock twitching with overflowing cum dripping out of you, strangling to fight the orgasm.“ahh.. fuck.” you breathe.

Moving away from your body, forcing another intoxicating throat kiss in your mouth. Ignited a burning desire, His moans echoing inside your mouth, his heart rate quickened && his kisses became more messy. He was losing his mind just by it. “Ride me.” He whines laying back on the bed. “I wanna see how slutty you can get.” Hovering yourself over his cock. Slowly getting closer, he becomes more flustered. As if the touching wasn’t a punishment enough.. Plugging yourself down, “Fuck”, you moan, feeling his pre-cum already released inside as you began to ride. “Ah yes baby just like that.” Biting his lower lip, spreading his legs apart. “Shut up” you groaned, bouncing faster on his fat dick.

“This is what you wanted right?” Clenching your pussy around his dick. Plopping up and down with every stroke“Oh baby” losing his composure, he tries to sit up, but you push him down wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “

Your swollen clit is becoming sensitive with every faster bounce you take. Rengoku sweating was growing profusely. His aching muscles throbbing trying to hold his own. “Your so sexy when you dominate me.” He panted. His sex talk dissolve you into his pleasure, falling apart on him, moaning. He’s so submissive…“ You shouldn’t— have went through my phonee..” With every moan he heard from your seductive voice his cock ejected more cum.

“oh fuck baby … I’m abou— to c-cum~.” He loudly moans. As soon as he said that you stopped, unwrapping your hands from around his neck, rising up from his cock, leaking all of his and your juices out of you. “B-baby, why’d you stop?” As he finally catches his breath, “I’m not gonna let you cum that easy..” you laugh. Plugging yourself back onto him. “Ah~” his eyes roll back. “I’ve been waiting too long” Thrusting yourself onto him, watching him go limp, staring at the ceiling concentrating on trying to please yourself.

You look down at him, having this devilish smirk written across his face. “Was he about to cum?” “Or did the already cum without telling me?” Gaining some strength, he grabs your ass cheeks and erratically pounding you onto his cock. “Shit” you moan hearing the wetness working out of you. “You think you can just dominate me and not have any- fun” Rengoku stutters, still in shock of his last build up orgasm. His movement of his cock, stretched & massaged your insides, moving you to the left, shaking to keep you up. “fuck rengoku” rolling your eyes back, holding on to the cum that you were about to let go. “Let it all out .. please“ Rengoku jerking one last power thrust ..cumming inside of you. “Ah, fuck baby… you felt so warm.. I couldn’t control myself.” Overflowing with cum, from his weapping cock. “Such a good student”.

“we should do this again… Are you available next week?”

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