#⌜ occ ⌟ ─ out of the suit

[geniusbillionairephilanthropist]

Antoinette Elizabeth Stark 👠The Iron Maiden 👠 Biography

Name: Antoinette Elizabeth Stark

Alias: The Iron Maiden

Height: 5′ 7″

Birthday: May 29, 1970.

The Beginning of the Iron Maiden: [In Keep Reading tab because it's a little long.]

Antoinette “Toni” Elizabeth Stark born on Friday, May 29, 1970. Her parents were two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Amanda Armstrong and Jude. Her father was actually a secret Hydra double-agent who had very little regard for anybody but himself and  ended up regularly selling out fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives. He was almost responsible for Toni’s mother, Amanda, almost dying as well at the hands of an assassin. However, Jude ended up falling in love with Amanda before her planned death and decided to ultimately save her. After this incident they got to know each other and began a relationship, then two years later, Amanda ended up pregnant with Toni. However, a week before giving birth, Jude decided to reveal the truth to Amanda and where his true allegiance had been the entirety of their relationship and even before that. During this heated discussion after getting the truth…Amanda ended up killing Jude.  

Traumatized by what happened Amanda ended up asking S.H.I.E.L.D. to ensure that her baby girl would find a safe and happy home after she gave birth. However, after giving birth the director ended up following the same procedure used for unwanted pregnancies in the agency and Toni was left in an orphanage in Sofia, Bulgaria.

Working with S.H.I.E.L.D., the famous industrialist Howard Stark learned about what happened and decided to find the baby and adopted her for his wife Maria.

They never told Toni the truth. 

Growing up, Toni constantly craved her fathers attention, she was always striving to make him proud. But, Howard had always dismissed her without another thought, it was like she was only there to serve for one purpose…to be only seen as his daughter in the public's eyes. 

Her father was stiff with her, and was a cold and unloving father that Toni only feared and hated her entire life.

However, when it came to her mother Maria, Toni adored and loved her. Her mother was a beautiful, kind, loving woman, who Toni could never understand how or why she ended up being with Howard out of everyone.  Maria was always so gentle, nurturing and loved Toni unconditionally. She was the one who taught Toni how to play the piano and they played together, especially after a rough night with her father Howard, whose violent mood swings continued to get worse and worse from his ever increasing drinking habits. Maria tried her best to protect Toni from those…but as Toni grew older she refused to stay quiet and keep her head down no longer. 

In December 1991, when Toni was twenty-one years old, Howard and Maria prepared to go away to the Bahamas for a few days over the Christmas holiday without her. Toni had recently caused a scandal and embarrassment to Howard and the Stark company after being caught in scandalous photos, drinking and partying. 

Howard ordered her to stay in their house, away from trouble and learn her lines for the apology she would have to say in front of the cameras when they got back. 

She wasn’t allowed to argue, because Howard demanded respect and authority from her, and as long as Toni was in his home, using his money she would have to continue doing as he said. 

The family butler, Edwin Jarvis, was to keep watch of Toni, making sure she was doing as she was told and she was fine with that. Since Toni was extremely close to Jarcis, he was always more of a father to her than Howard ever was. 

A few days later, Toni ended up finding out that her parents were now dead, they had both died in a car crash…leaving Toni to struggle in her grief and regret. Not so much for Howard, though she always wished she had been good enough for him, but most of all for her mother Maria.

The night she left, Toni had gotten in a fight with her also, because she despised her mother being with Howard, calling her weak and a sorry excuse of a mother. 

That was the last thing Toni ever said to her mother and she could never apologize for it. 

For the next few months, to help Toni deal with her grief and process, Obadiah Stane took over as interim CEO of Stark Industries. However months later, still at the young age of twenty-one, Toni inherited Stark Industries and took over from Obadiah Stane, becoming the youngest CEO of a Fortune 500 company in history. Despite Howard never really caring or giving her a chance to prove herself, Toni was a genius, especially when it came to building weapons and robots.

Toni decided to distract herself from the grief, by focusing on building a name for herself, for the company. SO no one would look down at her ever again. 

Just a few years later, Toni suffered another devastating loss when her family butler, and father figure, Jarvis, ended up passing away. 

This only furthered Toni’s grief and during the process, Toni ended up building herself a custom mansion that included an A.I. system that helped out in the house. She named the system “Just a Rather Very Intelligent System,” shortened J.A.R.V.I.S., in tribute to Edwin Jarvis, whom Stark had often credited for helping to raise her. 

As the years went on, Toni was becoming even more successful, constantly helping the company grow and earning billions of dollars. 

Her success seemed to shine more than Howard’s ever did. 

However, despite the successful appearance on the outside, at least when it came to the business arrangements and creations…Toni had multiple scandals. 

There were constant tabloids talking about her heavy drinking, partying lifestyle and constant one-night stands with both men and women. 

Toni was constantly sought after for her money, fame and business so Toni learned to never trust anybody.

Except for three people. Her bodyguard Happy Hogan, her personal assistant, Pepper Potts and her longtime friend James Rhodes. 

In 2009, Toni went on a trip in Afghanistan to present to the military Stark Industries’ newest weapon, the Jericho missile. It should have been like any other day in Toni’s busy life.

However, after a successful presentation, the convoy that was with Toni, to return her to the United States Armed Forces base, were suddenly attacked by insurgents who ended up blowing  up the vehicle in front, trapping them. 

Toni could only watch in pure utter horror as the soldiers stepped out to protect her from the attack, only to be gunned down right in front of her own eyes. Her ears ringing from the many explosions and gunfire.

As all the soldiers were dying all around her, Toni rushed out of the vehicle, to find cover and try to contact some help.

While Toni was using her phone, one of her very own Stark Industries missiles landed right next to her. Toni stared at the missile, instantly frozen in fear before she attempted, desperately, to try and get away; however Toni was too slow and the bomb exploded right beside her. 

The resulting blast caused Toni to be thrown backward and lose consciousness. The explosion embedded several pieces of shrapnel into her chest, several fragments dangerously close to her heart…

Toni had failed in and out of consciousness, feeling incredible pain each time since an operation was being performed on her chest in an attempt to remove the pieces of shrapnel and save her life.

Eventually, Toni feebly found herself dazed, still in pain, in front of a camera as some various terrorists of the Ten Rings, the ones who kidnapped her, were now reading out a ransom note to an unknown viewer while Toni could only look on in dismay with various guns aimed directly at her. The shock of trying to process this all made Toni lose consciousness again.

When Toni woke up sometime later, she woke up to find an electromagnet attached to her chest…which was hooked up to a car battery. Then in her panic, a man tried to calm her down and explain everything to her. This man was named Ho Yinsen, the one who ended up saving her life with the operation. 

Yinsen explained that the electromagnet was keeping the shrapnel from entering her heart and killing her. Yinsen went on to explain how they had once met in Bern during the 1999 although Toni had been too drunk to remember. However, just as Toni started to question where they were, someone banged on the door from the other side.

As Yinsen quickly helped Toni get onto her feet, they were greeted by a man named Abu Bakaar, who had Yinsen translate as he welcomed Toni as the greatest mass murderer in the entire history of the United States of America. That probably stunned Toni more than anything…

The very thought made her nauseous and disgusted with herself, how could she have possibly ever thought that her weapons were saving people. 

But as Bakaar continued on and explained that he now wanted Toni to rebuild the Jericho missile for him, which in return,Toni stubbornly refused to help them.

She refused to be even more of a murderer than she already was.

However, as a direct result of refusing to help the Ten Rings, Bakaar had Toni tortured by waterboarding her repeatedly, receiving shocks from the electromagnet in her chest during all of it.

This happened numerous times, until Toni couldn’t take it anymore and ended up finally agreeing.

Toni was then taken outside of the cave where Bakaar showed her how the Ten Rings had an incredible supply of her Stark Industries weapons, including guns and missiles which were being used against the United States Armed Forces.

This obviously already horrified Toni even more than she already was. 

As Bakaar continued his earlier conversation, he told Toni that they had all the materials needed for her to build a Jericho missile, promising that if she began immediately then once she was done, she would be returned home. 

Toni made a small  comment to Yinsen that Bakaar would never actually allow her to get away, with Yinsen confirming that this was true while Bakaar smiled at them.

During the rest of her time in captivity, these events would end up leading Toni to change her life entirely, by becoming the one and only Iron Maiden.

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[reigraceee]

Taking asks from here (details) or here (otp/ship asks) or any questions you come up with on your own for Aresyl or any of my other OCs!

(I'll update this post with my RefSheets with *all* my OCs once everything is presentable lol; more oc ramblings coming to the blog as well)

Introducing my Sith Inquisitor OC: Aresyl Kallig!

A bit about her:

-Aresyl Kallig (known as Syl by those close to her) was at constant battle with her freedom. Even after being released from slavery, she had to fight for survival. After earning an apprenticeship, she continued needing to prove her worth, all while fighting off the consuming dark side. Aresyl fought and squirmed her way up the hierarchy until she earned a spot on the Dark Council, and still she seemed to be chained by fate to serve her oppressors.

-Aresyl *hates* the sith and everything they stand for. She was at constant war with the fear of becoming like those who abused her for so long. Despising herself and her position, she sat on the dark council, the highest symbol of the sith order.

-The thing that kept Aresyl going was the people of the empire. Although she didn't have a name for it at the time, she had a deep love and compassion for the people in need of protection. She might have been bound to servitude for the empire, but that was all right as long as she did it for love. She sat on the dark council not for her own pleasure, but because she felt obliged to advocate for those who couldn't for themselves. Someone had to do it.

I could go on forever and ever, but I better not it I want anyone to ever actually read any of this lol. I've had her bouncing around in my head for years now and have been so excited to share her story.

If you're interested, I'd love it if you'd drop an ask!

Lot's more to come soon (about her, other OC's, and lots of art), but I'll let what that includes be shaped by interest!

[sa1ntd1or]

omgomgomg can we please do the batboys with the “current boyfriend” prank 😭😭 like plssss they would crash the fuck outtt

˖ ֹ੭୧ CURRENT BOYFRIEND TREND ⊹ ࣪ ⑅

ˋ°•*⁀➷ batboys react to influencer!reader doing the "current boyfriend" trend !

ˋ°•*⁀➷CHARACTERS: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Aged up!Damian Wayne

NOTES: lowkey feel like i mightve made tim a bit OCC but at the same time hes a very analytical person and he doesn’t do well with sudden, uncalculated emotional curveballs... ENJOY LOL

BRUCE WAYNE:

TikTok Upload: @/yourusername Caption: doing the “current bf” trend on my boyfriend 

[VIDEO STARTS]

Your phone is balanced on a crystal decanter across the room. Bruce sits beside you on the velvet couch, looking like someone who was dragged into this against his will. But he’s here; suit jacket off, sleeves rolled, jaw sharp enough to cut diamonds.

You tap record, smiling as you nudge him slightly with your elbow.

“Okay,” you say to the camera, voice light and warm. “So my current boyfriend and I are finally filming the storytime of how we met.”

Bruce turns to you slowly, like you’ve just announced an alien invasion.

“…Current?” he repeats.

You smile innocently, giving a small nod. “Mhm!”

He blinks once. Then again.

There’s a pause. “Is there… something I should be aware of?”

You turn to the camera. “This man is so dramatic. We’re starting from the charity gala two years ago. Remember that?”

“I do,” he says carefully. “I also remember introducing you as my partner. Not my… temporary associate.”

You laugh. “You’re overthinking.”

“I’m a billionaire. I have to overthink,” he replies dryly, though his eyes haven’t left yours.

You reach over, patting his thigh affectionately. “Okay, so anyway—he spilled champagne on me and tried to offer me a check for dry cleaning. That was our meet-cute.”

Bruce clears his throat. “In my defense, I didn’t realize it was a one-of-a-kind custom gown. But I did replace it.”

“With a car,” you say to the camera.

Bruce adjusts his cuff. “It was a reasonable apology.”

You grin. “And then he asked me out by scheduling a business dinner and calling it a ‘strategic partnership.’ Romantic, right?”

Bruce shifts slightly, visibly trying not to look at the phone.

“…Can we go back to the part where you said current?”

To anyone else, Bruce looks blank-faced and unbothered, just mildly curious. But you—you know this man like the back of your hand.

The soft frown lines on his forehead begin to deepen, his knuckles slowly turning white. His brows furrow tighter.

But his eyes… his eyes hold concern. A mix of confusion and restrained frustration.

You can’t hold it in any longer, doubling over with laughter as you grab Bruce’s hand, muttering apologies between giggles.

“It’s a prank,” you say breathlessly. “I swear it’s a trend. I love you.”

Bruce sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Don’t do that to me.”

“Sorry, babe. I love you, promise.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/urmamalong: he’s not current he’s forever and he knows it @/user10293: she had my man stressing LMAOO @/cocunutstree: is no one gonna talk about how their first date was called a ‘strategic partnership.’ 😭😭

DICK GRAYSON:

TikTok Upload: @/yourusername Caption: “current boyfriend” trend on my bf… gone almost sideways LMAOO

[VIDEO STARTS]

The camera bounces slightly with each step as you walk down the bustling Blüdhaven street, hand-in-hand with the man beside you. Dick’s in a black tee and fitted jeans, hair pushed back by the breeze, sunglasses sitting atop his head. The sky’s golden, the light catching in his eyes just right.

You flip the camera to selfie mode, smiling wide.

“Hey guys,” you chirp. “My current boyfriend and I are on our way to grab dinner before hitting the show at the—”

Dick stops mid-step.

You blink when you realize he’s no longer moving with you, your arm tugged slightly backward. You turn to see him staring at you, one brow raised and mouth slightly parted in disbelief.

“…Current?” he echoes, tone flat. “Did you just call me your current boyfriend?”

You try to keep walking, brushing it off with a casual grin. “Yeah, babe. Lock in cmon—”

“No, no, no,” Dick interrupts, coming to stand directly in front of you now. “Rewind. Run that back. Did I hallucinate or did you say current boyfriend?”

You laugh, turning the camera slightly to catch both your faces. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not being dramatic,” he replies, eyes narrowing slightly. “You know I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but current boyfriend? Really? Like I’m on a limited-time lease?”

You bite back a grin. “You’re making a scene.”

He scoffs, a hand on his hip. “You made the scene. I was just trying to go get some overpriced sushi with my lifelong girlfriend.”

You burst into giggles.

“And now I’m wondering if I forgot an anniversary or something,” he adds, voice dropping low. “Are you mad at me? Did I miss something? Who even says that?”

You’re fully wheezing now, shaking your head and turning the phone off selfie mode to hide your face.

“It’s a trend, babe. I’m messing with you.”

Dick exhales through his nose, not mad—but definitely offended. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

You nudge him, still laughing. “You’ll live.”

“I better,” he mutters, taking your hand again. “But we’re gonna talk about that wording later.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user1209381: i just know he replayed “current?” in his head for the next 6 hours @/jessicacookies: the way he STOPPED WALKING LMAOOO @/morningcrips: “I was just trying to go get some overpriced sushi” HELP 😭

JASON TODD:

TikTok Upload: @/yourusername Caption: current bf trend except he almost killed me😋

[VIDEO STARTS] 

You're walking through your apartment with your phone in selfie mode, the camera catching Jason on the couch behind you—black tank top, grey sweatpants, arm thrown across the backrest like he owns the place (because he does).

You flip the camera toward him as you walk over, smiling.

“Hey guys,” you begin sweetly. “So my current boyfriend and I are about to—”

Jason looks up. Blinks once.

There’s a two-second delay. His brows twitch.

“…What did you just call me?” he says, voice calm in the same way thunderstorms are calm before they hit.

You give him an innocent look. “My current boyfriend.”

Jason squints. “As in…?”

You hold back a grin. “My boyfriend… right now?”

He stares. Laughs once—just once—and without breaking eye contact, reaches forward and taps the camera off.

The camera is then turned back on again, except the vibe is completely different now.

The two fo you are curled up. in bed, the lighting low and golden. Jason’s beside you, arm slung around your waist.

He’s looking into the camera, dead serious.

“Just so we’re clear,” he says, “I’m not current anything.”

You try to hide your smile.

“I’m not a phase. I’m not a chapter. I’m the whole damn book.” he says, tightening his arm around you. “This isn’t a trial run. I signed a lifetime contract.”

You laugh. “Babe—”

“No,” he cuts in. “Because now everyone thinks I’m on borrowed time. Like you’re gonna trade me in for a newer model.”

You’re wheezing now. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being accurate.” He looks back at the camera. “Current. She called me current. Like a seasonal boyfriend. Like I’m fuckin’ Pumpkin Spice in October.”

You throw a pillow at him, giggling as he blocks it and grins.

“I’m forever,” he says smugly.

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENT] 

@/poopybanana: not him ending the video HIMSELF LOOL 😭😭 @/bookboyfriendreal: “I’m not a chapter, I’m the whole damn book” he was written by a woman. @/user3022: “she called me CURRENT. like I’m Pumpkin Spice.” okay okay i see @/chaosblossom: he’s gonna propose next week I can FEEL it

TIM DRAKE:

TikTok Upload: @/yourusername Caption: doing the trend EXCEPT I ACC ALMOST CRIED WTF

[VIDEO STARTS]

The camera opens with you walking through the city, phone held out selfie-style. The wind gently tousles your hair, and Tim’s walking beside you; hood up, hands in his pockets, slightly hunched like he’s trying not to draw attention.

You turn the camera toward him and smile. “Hey guys! My current boyfriend and I are on the way to the bookstore—”

Tim glances at the camera, gives a soft smile… and then blinks.

Pause.

You keep walking like nothing happened, but his steps slow slightly.

“…Sorry,” Tim says after a second, trying to keep his voice light. “Did you say current?”

You glance over, feigning confusion. “Yeah. My current boyfriend.”

He laughs, kind of. A single awkward breath of a chuckle. “Oh. Okay.”

The camera catches him looking off to the side.

He doesn’t say anything else, but you know him.

You know that face.

You know that he’s just gone full internal monologue mode. He's analyzing the exact tone you said it in, reviewing the past month of conversations, subtly scanning for signs of detachment that aren’t there. But he’s already halfway to a mental spiral.

You keep walking, just yapping at the camera. He’s still quiet.

“…You okay?” you murmur.

He nods too quickly. “Yeah, no, I just. I wasn’t sure if that was, like… a joke. Or if it was your way of easing into something else. Because, if so, that’s totally fine, I just—” He cuts himself off. “Never mind.”

You stop walking. “Tim.”

He finally looks at you. His expression is so soft it hurts. “It’s okay if you meant it. I just need to know how temporary I am.”

The TikTok absolutely catches the look on your face dropping in real-time.

You throw your arms around him without even stopping the video. “Baby. It’s a prank. It’s a trend.”

Tim blinks. “Wait—seriously?”

You nod, nose pressed against his hoodie. “You’re forever. My ride-or-die. My endgame. My everything. Come on, please know that I would never do that to you.”

There’s a quiet laugh, this time genuine. You pull back enough to see his little smile.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “Good. Because I’ve already pre-ordered matching headstones.”

“Wait—why are you crying?!”

“Because I made you upset! And I made you rethink our whole relationship!”

He softly laughs at you, wiping a stray tear. “I should be the one crying, not you.”

“Shut up, Tim.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/emodetective: this man was one second away from dissociating 😭@/notahaterjustconfused: YOU COULD SEE HIM THINKING IN PARAGRAPHS @/traumaandbagels: she almost made him cry and then she started crying herself 💀 @/bookishnerd12: matching headstones?? no bc he’s already writing their vows…

AGED UP!DAMIAN WAYNE:

TikTok Upload: @/yourusername Caption: current bf check 😍 (he’s so serious for no reason omg)

[VIDEO STARTS]

The two of you are at a quiet rooftop restaurant: soft lighting, a skyline view, a candle flickering between you. Damian’s in a black button-down, sleeves rolled, silver rings catching the light. He’s sipping from a wine glass, eyes lazily scanning the menu.

You adjust your phone and hit record, speaking in a relaxed tone.

“Hey guys, just out with my current boyfriend tonight,” you say, panning the camera over to Damian.

He doesn’t react right away.

He lowers his menu slowly.

Then he turns to you, calmly.

“…Current?”

You offer a small smile. “Yup.”

He blinks once. Then again. Then sets the menu down.

“Forgive me—are we... breaking up over lobster risotto?”

You almost snort your drink.

He leans closer. “Should I order extra wine.”

You start giggling. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, you are being dishonest,” he replies, placing a hand over his heart. “I am not ‘current.’ I am forever, irrevocable, contractual—”

You laugh harder. “Damian—”

“I have memorized your Starbucks order, created a shared playlist, and added you to my emergency contact list,” he says, like he’s building a legal case. “I let you put glitter on my face last weekend. You think that’s temporary behavior?”

You cover your face with one hand, still laughing. “I love you, you dramatic baby.”

He leans back smugly. “Good. Then say boyfriend of three years, future husband, and sole heir to your affection like a civilized person.”

You reach over and boop his nose. “Whatever you say, Dami.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMMENTS]

@/headbuttking: damian said ✨legally binding romance✨ @/user109312: him listing off relationship credentials like it’s a résumé 😭@/putaringonit: future husband? HE SAID WHAT HE SAID

[mayasaurusss]

I want me some yandere adult lottie, with an innocent reader. Do whatever the fu<k you want with it bae

Old ghosts. Contents: mentions of abusive relationships, mentions of violence, horror moments, Yellowjackets coded, light romance, two OCC's, reader is gender neutral but wears a dress at one point, Lottie is as delusional as ever, open ending 350k wors/ about six pages. Author's note: So uhm, I don't think I've met any requirments you had, anon. I tried to do yandere Lottie in this but it really doesn't come across as it and I'm not familiar with the genre, so everything I did prior to this sucked. So I did something more akin to a murder mistery? But since I still wanted to make this yandere coded, I left the story as raw and ugly as I could. In my personal opinion this is very Yellowjackets coded. It isn't a very romantic oneshot nor smutty one, but I hope you will still like it!

It would be an understatement to say you had messed up. You could not even predict where this relationship would lead you.

You had met Lottie months ago, or well, you had come into contact with what you now knew was her 'cult'.

The marketplace had been very busy at that hour of the morning, vendors shouting and people chatting. However, you felt as lonely as ever. After many years, you have been dumped by your boyfriend. Or, he had cheated on you and blamed you for it. It was for the better, really. You were clingy and he had taken his anger out on you on multiple occasions, so at least now you weren't going to be his next punching bag. You had been miserable: not that you really loved him, after all, after the umpteenth hit -love or not-, an animal stops loving its master. But you had never managed to learn to live alone, yet alone care for yourself.

Other than that, you were battling with the understanding that you loved women more than men during your entire life. That realization had come during your relationship with Simon, and he had understood quickly. One night, you were invited to his friend's house. His girlfriend was so beautiful you were jaw slacked and shy with her for the whole night. Simon's friend hadn't noticed, but Simon did. The morning after, you had walked in your office with bruises under your suit, a black eye and a heavy heart. He was so bitter and awful that he had slept with many women the weeks after, and among them -as far as you knew- there was the woman from that night. At least you had dodged two bullets.

So, the woman who sold honey knew perfectly what to do with you. It wasn't her fault, really. People like her see someone that went through the same, and just want to help. She introduced herself as Olivia, a woman the same age as you, and when she saw your healing bruises, she had told you about where she lived. A compound, lost in nature and away from civilization. There, according to her, people lived in harmony with nature and with each other. They learnt to face their inner demons and past trauma under the care of Charlotte Matthews. Their caretaker. Olivia talked about Charlotte like a believer might have talked about their God, with such adoration that it left you breathless. And, a bit skeptical.

You had accepted Olivia's invite. One of Simon's many gifts, other than bruises and breaking your trust, was throwing you out of the house. Besides your friend's generous hospitality, you were basically homeless, and jobless after your boss had fired you just days prior to your break up. So, living at the compound didn't seem like a bad idea. Olivia had assured you that Lottie -that's what she called her- had a special program for whoever wasn't in the right economical situation to live at the compound, but still needed care.

You had started to travel that same afternoon, having packed the last of your belongings and bid farewell to your friend and family. To go to the compound, you had traveled on old streets that unraveled through barren outskirts and lush forests. There was no one else in sight. That made you even more scared than before. How could you just accept a stranger's invite to an isolated place in the mountains? You had truly lost your mind.

But Olivia was so nice with you, so friendly and lovely. She had no problems in telling you what made her arrive at the compound in the first place. Two years ago, when she was 19, her father and mother had fought and in a fit of rage, he had pushed her down the stairs, almost breaking her skull. Ever since then, she had been taken care of by her son, who did not have time to help nor give a fuck about Olivia. So, for a year, she had been alone. That was until Lottie had found her. With the exact same tactic you had been recruited -kidnapped?- she had come to live at the compound and with it, came to peace with her trauma.

Your story wasn't as grim as Olivia's, but you still needed to be taken care of. "That is what Lottie will do" she said, brown eyes on you and a smile that could kill on her lips.

The compound was on the foot of a mountain, surrounded by vegetation and overlooking a lake. When you set foot on the ground, the first thing you heard was a strange melody, a chant in the distance. Olivia had been quick to show you away from it, inside the main building where your belongings such as your phone and wallet had been taken from you. "Well, that's because our phones chain us from nature and healing" she had answered you, after you had asked her why they needed to take your phone at all. Great, so, you are in the middle of nowhere, without your phone close to you, surrounded by strangers and without a clear path back to civilization.

Great, just great. What has gotten into you?

"Wait here, I'll go get Lottie" Olivia said, seating you on a wicker chair in the waiting hall. You had noticed that everyone here wore the same purple outfits. Oh, this is definitely a cult. "Here she is!" you heard behind you, along with the steps of two pairs of feet. Fearing that you might have looked like an insensitive asshole, you stood up, waiting for Lottie to circle to your front.

You had expected her to look like a hippie: an old woman with short white hair, sunglasses indoors, long hoop earrings and who smelled like weed. Instead, you found yourself in front of the most beautiful woman ever. Lottie was tall, quite literally towering over you, her hair was long and black, the same color as her eyes, skin dark coloured. She looked really good for her age, every wrinkle she had was perfect on her skin.

Her velvety, deep and calm voice had greeted you, "Hi, I am Charlotte Matthews. You can call me Lottie. And who might you be?" you answered back with a trembling voice. She smiled at you with such care and love you thought you could combust on the spot. "I will show you around here" she told you, as her hand came to rest on your lower back, guiding you through the place.

The first months at the compound had been... calm. You shouldn't have expected anything more than that, but it felt like a breath of fresh air. You always wore purple -heliotrope- dresses or clothes, woke up at six am and went to sleep at ten pm. Everyday the cycle continued, so much so that you didn't at first notice the... signs, as you were completely immersed in your routine.

Whenever you started to hear chants in the distance, Olivia, who was ever present in your life, would lead you away from them. If you questioned her, she would just say "It's just a special therapy. You will see one day".

Lottie was always with you. Always. At first you didn't pay too much mind to it, thinking that since you were probably a mildly troubled individual, she would feel the need to have her eyes on you more than the others. But Olivia had had it worse, far worse than you, but she wasn't as followed as you were from Lottie. And you were certain others have had it worse than Olivia.

Lottie was always following you: whether that was during the many therapy sessions, the lunch or even your personal alone time in your personal cabin -which she had so graciously given you just three weeks after you became a member- where she would knock at the last hours of the day to have small talk with you. It had become such a nag for you that at one point, you even said it to her, clearly and plainly, "Lottie, look. I understand that I might be... weak, in any way. But I'm fine, I don't always need you".

You wished you hadn't said that, because her eyes had stopped reflecting all light, a dark look in them. "Ah, I see. Very well, I will leave you alone" she went away and didn't talk with you for a few days. All the time though, you felt eyes watching your back.

Everything comes boiling back to right now.

When Lottie had talked with you again it was in the late afternoon. She has just finished one of her communal meetings in the clearing overlooking the lake. She had walked over to you, took your hand and led you where no one could hear. "I want you to meet me this evening, to do something that will build our common trust in each other" she had gestured to a man you hadn't noticed before, prompting him to give you a white flowy dress. "Tonight, after dinner, come to me, here. I want you to wear this" she talked to you, taking your shoulders in her hands.

When the sky became purple, you had gone out, waiting for Lottie. The clearing seats had been moved, now just the yellow signs of the compound's symbol left. Lottie had moved from behind, greeting you with her velvety voice "Hello dear. Are you ready for our therapy?" she said, and her hand came up your face, stroking your cheek. "Uhm... Lottie... What are you doing?". Your cheeks felt hot with blood, voice weavering. You had battled with your small crush for Lottie for a while now, and even if you did find her attachment to you a bit too much, you still liked her. So much.

Lottie just smiled, her other hand rested on your hip before she let you go, walking over the lake's shore. You followed behind her like a dog, small and frail in comparison with the towering grace she was. "Come down here, come" her hands extended to you, helping you down the wood platform to the shore's sands. She gestured towards the dark waters, prompting you to follow her. When you did, she wordlessly placed your body into the lake, the water splashing at your hips. "It's... cold" her smile was enough to fend off the shivering of your body, but what she said next made you rethink her sanity.

"I want you to lower yourself in the water. We will calm your heart as well as our trust in one another" she said, attempting to push you in the water. "No! No, no, no. What if something happens?!" your voice straining over, before she replied calmly "Nothing will happen, because I am here".

And how could you say no to Lottie? So, you started to fall back in the darkness, the cold waters nipping at your skin making your breath shallow. All the while, she held your head and hand, gently guiding you.

There you were, at her mercy. You trusted her with your life and she had to be responsible for it. In her eyes, this was the most pure form of adoration. She adored you and you adored her.

The baptism was over.

When you resurfaced, she had quickly guided you back to land and had dried you with a towel promptly left on the sand. With her hands on your cheeks, then, Lottie had kissed you. So deeply and lovingly it made your heart ache. Her tongue found yours, overpowering you, cutting your breath away.

You were so distracted that you didn't hear the sound of movement behind Lottie. When her lips fell away from yours and you could look away, a shiver went down your spine.

Masks. A group of masked people stood before you. Some depicting bears, some birds, some wolves, some humans. All lined up, looking directly at you. "L-Lottie... what is this?" you didn't know why your first thought was that Lottie must've been behind it, but something screamed at you that this was indeed the case. "My love" she said, "you need to trust me. To let me cherish you. It's what It wants".

You backed away from her, your blood freezing in your veins. Someone, a man, stopped you in your tracks. He trapped your arms into his, uncaring of your trashing. "Let yourself be one with the Wilderness" Lottie said, no light behind her eyes. As if something possessed her. She pulls a knife from behind her, and for a split moment you think that Lottie will kill you, but the blade slashes across her fingertip. She draws a symbol on your forehead with her blood, trickles of it streaming down on your eyes.

"We hear the Wilderness and the Wilderness hears us" the chants rise in the air, filling the empty dark sky. Lottie's voice is louder than everyone else, and finally the voices die down, as hers is the last one still chanting. When she is done, her body turns to yours, and she utters a single word.

"Run".

You don't need to be told twice. You sprint in the forest, leaving wet trails behind you. The masked people follow you, searching, predicting where you will go, if you will hide. Lottie is the last one to join the hunt, her white dress engulfed by the forest's darkness.

It seems like the forest itself has a mind, trying to prevent you from running further away. Branches claw as your skin and dress, thorns planting in your flesh, wind blowing so you can't understand if the sounds you hear are the wind or howls.

You run, you run and run, until every bone of your body, every organ and every drop of blood screams at you to stop. And just as you were about to fall down in exhaustion, you see something in the dark. A house, one that looks like it had been left to time's mercy.

The walls are dirty and rotten, the white plaster almost unrecognizable under years of dirt. Your sixth sense tells you to get away, to search for another place, but there isn't anything else that could shelter you.

The air inside smells of old, wilted matter. It makes your stomach close and you try not to vomit, pinching your nose while you explore the rest of the house, searching for a hiding place until morning. Your plan was to hide and travel down to the nearest town, then, telling the authorities that up in the mountains, a cult was trying to sacrifice people to a made up entity. You wanted to hope that by doing so, you would help others to not follow your steps.

From the hall, you turned left towards the kitchen. It was empty, except for a table with scattered documents on it. Photos of an old soccer team, articles about the disappearance of a plane in the wilds of Canada, a symbol... The same one of the compounds. Bit by bit, you started to understand. In between the documents, some by psychologists and others by articles, you found a small diary. It was a brown leather diary, expensive from the looks of it. The pages were yellow and some started to rot away, but you could still make up the words written on them. The words were written with a tremulous hand: it seemed like whoever was the author, they must have written quickly, in fear of being found out.

'12th January, 1998. I hate it here. It's cold in the winter, and it makes me remember that place. I try to help the other patients, but the nurses forbid me from doing it. They told me to stop talking to It, and told me it isn't real. I know they are lying. It must be real, or all we did was for nothing. All the hurt was for nothing. It can't be. I know it's real. It hears me, I hear it'.

Something about this made you shiver. Could It be whatever Lottie was chanting to earlier? 1998... the plane crash happened in 1996; it couldn't be a coincidence. You take the diary and a couple of documents in your hand, before continuing to explore. Nothing seems out of the ordinary: the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom; everything is neatly placed. You spot a dark flight of stairs at the very back of the house. It doesn't look inviting at all, and you're almost ready to leave, when you hear something outside. Sounds of steps circling the house. The hair of your back rises up and every fear you had of the stairs is thrown out of the window.

As quietly as possible, you reach the second floor, listening for the sounds. The floor is far darker than the first one: so much so that you can't see anything. You wait a minute for your eyes to get used to the dark and then continue walking down the hall, towards what you assume is a bedroom. Just before you reach it, you hit a metal tube: it's a ladder, red and rusted and it leads you to the attic. You are about to get past it when you hear the front door of the house open: someone is inside.

Quickly you head up the ladder and in the dark attic. It's not all dark you realize, some lights shine in the middle of the room, circling...

An idol. An old idol made of old bones and burnt hay. The idol was planted in the wooden floor, its arms branches extending outwards, bent up as if it was deep in ecstasy. Its torso was made out with a large ribcage, so you suspected it to be of non-human origin; inside the organs were replaced with hay and fresh grass. Lifeless eyes stared back at you, antlers protruding from the back of the skull.

You feel someone's arms circle your stomach, placing their nose in the crook of your neck. "I knew you'd come here" her voice said, "It told me". Lottie holds you tight against herself, mumbling incoherently on your skin. "L-let go of me you witch!" you try to shove her away, propting Lottie to just let go of you: as such, you fall in the candle circle, spilled wax burning at your skin.

Lottie watches you with adoration and hunger. Upon your fall into the circle, her eyes lit up. She raises her arms up in the air -much like the idol itself- and towards you, in some sort of divine bliss. "Yes! Yes! It- It choose you!" she says out loud, "I'm so glad it was you!".

You trembled in both fear and anger, "How did- How did you know I was here?" you say, looking up at Lottie, shrouded by the darkness of the room. "It told me, of course" she says with an uncanny smile.

You're shocked by this new side of Lottie, and for a moment you forget what she had done to you. "You are crazy Lottie! You tried to kill me!" her eyes widen at your accusations, "Kill you? No, no, I didn't try to kill you... I just wanted to...". Your anger makes you uncaring of Lottie's emotions, so you lash out at her "Just wanted to what, Lottie?! Sacrifice me to your creepy god-thing?!".

It's like she's torn between the illusion of her god and the reality that she had scared you. "I thought- I thought you were going to kill me! I thought what we had for all these months was for nothing!", what she does next makes your skin crawl. She watches between you and the idol behind, her eyes filled with tears. "No I wan- I needed to know that It accepts you" she said, coming closer to your body.

Suddenly Lottie grabs your wrists with force, like she sees you but her ears are filled with whispers from old ghosts and gods. "And now, I know it does!" she almost looks delirious. Lottie shakes your wrists in her hands and cries; the black abyss of her eyes staring back at yours.

"Can't you understand? This is It's love, my love" you try to move from her grasp, but even in her old age, Lottie still proves to be as strong as she once was. "Y-You were hunted, weak, and you lived! You lived! And now It recognizes you as part of Itself" a connection is made in your brain.

Shivers run down your body, at the realization that either you aren't alone in this old attic, or you are alone with a roman and her ghosts. Either is terrifying. "What... what is It, Lottie?" but it's far too late to run from Lottie or the ghosts in her head. You are sure that either will haunt you anyway, if you manage to escape that is. She pauses, contemplating your words. "It..." she tries to put a name, a significance to whatever this It is, but she decides against it, instead opting to close her arms on you, one caging your body on hers and the other cradling the back of your head.

Her voice is lifeless while it whispers in your ear "It doesn't matter. You are one of us now". That last phrase confuses you, "I have... I have been here for months now. I was always one of you, no?" she shakes her head, cranes her neck to look down on you.

"No, one of us".

[cranberryjuice-posts]

- New York romantic -

Pairings - College! Gwen Stacy x Fem! Reader

Synopsis - secrete relationship with the one and only Spiderwoman

TW! - honestly probably OCC gwen

An - this is based more on her comic book age (I wanna preface this by saying I’ve only read one ghost spider comic and I’ve watched the ITSV and ATSV movies plus the other Spiderman movies multiple times) // (Gwen is like 19-20 in this)

— also yes this is kinda based off the Eros and Psyche myth

You looked down at the busy streets bellow you. Letting out a deep breath the smoke from your lungs left your body.

“You know That’s bad for you right?” A sweet voice spoke behind you. Turning your head to the side you playfully rolled your eyes at seeing Spider-woman.

“Aren’t you supposed to be looking over the city for a crime?” You tested the waters while taking another drag from the cigarette.

The stronger woman walked over to you taking the cig from your hand. “Dropping your cigarette ash counts as littering and hate to break it to ya but that’s a crime”

“Shut up” You laughed lifting up her mask slightly, placing a kiss on her Rosy lips. She wrapped her arms around your waist helping to deepen the kiss.

Pulling back you traced her chapped lips with your finger. “Your blushing”

“No I’m not”

“Your nose does that scrunching thing when you are”

Her sigh of defeat only made your pride grow. You’ve been secretly dating New Yorks one and only Spiderwoman for the past nine months. One thing that plagued your mind however was how secret she was being about her identity.

Whenever she would stay the night you could never face her when cuddling. Dates were rare, only happening at midnight and a picnic at the top of some building. Whenever you both were spending time together She would keep her mask on. Did you like the secretiveness of it all, no not really.

Making your way down the fire escape and entering through your window you helped your lover in. She immediately stripped out of her hero suit and into her standard sports bra and sweats. “So much better” she complained while flopping down onto your bed.

You chuckled softly walking over to her. Sitting down beside the masked woman you started to draw circles on her back. “Everything ok spider bite?”

“Peachy” she grumbled.

“My poor baby” bending down you kissed her cheek, the only part of her face you ever got to saw was bellow the nose and even then it was only for a kiss. “I’ll go make you some tea—“

As you tried to get up she grabbed you by the hips forcing you to lay down beside her. “Don’t.. it’s late can we just rest” her tone practically begging.

You gave her a soft smile, it’d be cruel to not agree. You turned off the lamp beside your bed enveloping the entire room in darkness. With your phone on your vanity face down, the only sound was The heroine taking her mask off.

Letting out a tired sigh she kissed your lips. “Night babe”

“Night” You mumbled. She quickly cuddled up to you, falling asleep almost instantly.

———

You felt like you were choking. Waking up from a nightmare you sat up gasping trying to regain your breath. Once you calmed down your eyes drifted over to the sleeping form of your lover. Reaching out you gently pushed her hair to the side.

Guilt took over your body. You wanted no needed to see what she looked like. Nobody could understand what it was like, being the woman you love but not allowed to see her face. All you wanted was to love her for all her beauty not just her body and personality.

Debating for a while you sucked it up, grabbing your phone you opened the screen, using the dim light to aluminate her face.

You almost dropped your phone. What you saw was Gwen—- Gwen fucking Stacy. The Chemistry major at your college as well as a local Legenden for being in the MaryJanes. The sweet confident yet shy woman, the same woman who you hung out with on a daily basis. Every time you invited Gwen over for a hangout you had been in reality inviting your girlfriend over.

The phone finally slipped from your grasp. Before you could grab it it slammed into Gwen’s face. She sat up annoyed rubbing her cheek. Spewing out an apology you turned on the lamp without realizing trying to make sure she was ok. You touched her face hoping a bruise wouldn’t form.

The gig was up. You knew Gwen knew you had secretly looked at her face. You expected to Gwen have a look of anger instead you faced a look of disappointment. She didn’t say anything only quickly getting out of the bed and putting her long discarded suit back on.

“Gwen pl—“

“Don’t” she turned around. Standing close she held a finger out. “How many times did you go behind my back and look at me.”

“Only this once you have to believe me” with a tone of desperation you grabbed her hand.

Gwen just pulled her hand from you, continuing to dress herself.

“Well what was I supposed to do” you asked. “Do you understand how painful it is to not ever see the face of the woman I love?! I’ve seen every inch of your goddamn body but your face! I love you Gwen it broke me knowing I would never know what you looked like”

She still didn’t respond, her silence was supposed to punish you. “We’re done, and if you know better you’ll keep your mouth shut about who I am”

Before you could argue Back she lept out of the window, swinging off to god knows where.

Of all the stupid decisions you made this took the list. Practically running to your bed you grabbed your phone calling Gwen.

Voicemail

For fucks sake. Calling her repeatedly each time going to voicemail after the first ring. Laying back down on the now empty and cold bed you felt yourself starting to cry, the hot tears staining your face and pillow.

———

The following week was like torture. Gwen avoided you at every turn and the classes you shared she skipped.

Once you went to the MaryJanes practice and Gwen forced MJ to kick you out. She could try to avoid you all she wanted but you knew deep down she still loved you. The same heroine you fell fore still wanted to be with you.

You left the corner store with a bag of Gwen’s favorite snacks. The only place that had her favorite candy was in the crime district. Over looking them you mentally thought out a plan for an apology basket to take to her tonight. If you hadn’t fucked up it would of been your ten month anniversary..

Being distracted wasn’t something you wanted in downtown New York Especially not at night. Before you realized it you were harshly grabbed and thrown into an alleyway.

You fell to the dirty ground, rolling over some you winced in pain at your bruising arm. You turned your head quickly to face your attacker who wore a cheesy Super hero plastic mask and hoodie.

He reached out pinning grabbing and pinning you against the wall. “Your Spiderwomans Lil bitch huh?! Yeah Ive Seen You Both” He sadistically laughed with a knife pressed to your throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m sor—“

“Bullshit!” He pressed the knife deeper to your neck. “Now your gonna be a good girl and tell me her fuckin identity ok, my boss would really appreciate it” You felt your body start to go frozen you couldn’t speak let alone move— the only thing in your mind was getting free, and Gwen. The world paused. The only was to describe it was your life flashed before your eyes.

Coming back to reality you realized nothing happened. The man who tried to assault you was laying on the ground bloodied with an angry looking woman standing over him. Yelling curses at him as he crawled away.

Facing you Spiderwoman or as you knew now Gwen dropped down beside you pulling you into a hug. “Are You ok?! What did he do” she urgently asked while holding your face

In that moment very moment everything snapped. You broke down in your Ex’s arms, pulling her close into you. She didn’t saw anything only tightening the hug so you wouldn’t feel alone.

Gwen brought you back to your apartment. Going in through the usual window, like the thousands of times before. She sat you down onto your bed still searching your face and body for physical wounds.

Making the decision that the only injury was the stress to your throat she grabbed a first aid kit and began to wrap you up.

As she placed the bandaid on your neck you slowly reached out cupping her face. Both of you stopped, just looking at each other. You slid off her mask tossing it aside, you could tell by her puffy eyes and reddened cheeks she had been crying to.

“I’m.. so so sorry please I need you to understand that I love you Gwen, all of you. I just couldn’t stand being in the dark anymore though” you felt your eyes starting to tear up.

Gwen just placed her hands on your thighs comfortingly rubbing them. She took a moment of silence before leaning up and kissing your cheek. “I know” was all she mumbled.

You pushed back a strand of her blonde hair wanting to see her face even if it was for the last time. “This is my fault” Gwen started, her voice cracking. “I wasn’t careful enough, I didn’t take into consideration people would see me come into your window, I didn’t think someone would stalk and attack you.”

“And You don’t have to” You dropped her before she could continue. “Nobody knows anything about us, people who ask I tell them their seeing shit” “Gwen I want to be with you no matter what happens, i want to be allowed to love you like this than when your masked up” the entire time you spoke not once did you break eye contact.

She nodded looking down for a moment. Pulling you to the edge of the bed she kissed you gently, letting the kiss repeat a few times before breaking it. There was a sense of hesitation in the air.

Your eyes traced over each others features only for a moment before you started to kiss her once again. Both your heads tilted to give one another an easier way to kiss. Pulling back for some air Gwen stood up, changing out of her suit and into a pair of pajamas she had at your place.

She crawled into bed and brought you close to her. Both just looking in one another’s eyes. “I love you”

“I love you too”

[azereus]

Wedding Headcanons !

Ghost / Gaz x Gn! Reader ( Separate )

Warnings; Technically None besides potential occ and small mentions of Ghost's past ? Just fluff and getting married otherwise ^^ ( I don't know shit about weddings )

Ultimate Pretty Boy ( Gaz );

The most sappy boy ever before, during, AND after the wedding

Almost fainted when you said yes to his proposal

His hands were so fucking shaky when he slipped the ring on your finger

Legit is the happiest man on earth, he feels so euphoric during this phase like he is on cloud nine and doesn't want to come back down

He is planning out EVERYTHING with you, and by everything, I mean EVERYTHING. The venue, the suits and dresses of the party, down to the flowers of the bouquet if you let him go that far

That one crappy aunt that gets in your business and makes everyone uncomfortable? Blacklisted

That very distant family member that would totally wear white to your wedding just for attention? Blacklisted

His mom? Blac- actually no, his mom is very nice. She adores you

It gets tiring but he looks so happy while doing it. He has a goofy smile on his face as he asks you about what type of cake you want

He isn't one for church weddings, more so outside of it isn't overheating or rainy - but he will do it if you want one

The day before the wedding he nearly passes out because HE is getting married to this wonderful person that is somehow his partner and soon-to-be spouse??

Yeah he is head over heels in love with you

Poor boy gets choked up when he sees you walk down the aisle and nearly trips over his own two feet during the vows

Very quick to say 'I do!' aswell

Gives a very nice speech, how he met you, some nice moments, compliments, etc.

Safe to say the honeymoon phase will be extremely nice

Ghostface ( Ghost );

How do I even start this ?

He went all out for the proposal, mentally preparing himself for weeks. He wanted it to just as planned

The wedding, now, unlike the proposal, was smaller and tamer and he wasn't racked with anxiety. Just close friends and family

The Taskforce, your family, and a few close friends on both sides

Just a small wedding that had a lot of thought put into it

Though it did have it's stressful moments

He and You planned it out together, having light arguments when you couldn't meet eye-to-eye. It was fine otherwise

But He almost had a heart attack when he saw you walk down the aisle. It dawned on him that, yes, this was really happening and he was marrying you. A small bit of normalcy for once was happening in his life.

Honestly him being happy and treating his soon-to-be spouse better than his dad did to his mom is probably one of the biggest 'fuck you's to his dad ever and he enjoys it a lot

Soap was his best man. That is all

He is honestly on board with wherever you want the wedding. Beach, church, home? You name it and he can ( probably ) do it

Throughout the whole wedding he was so excited to dance one-on-one with you. Soap teased him about it and got a smack on the back of the head in return

He is extremely happy throughout the wedding, having a small smile on his face the entire time up until the end

He spent a lot of money on the honeymoon, so you better like it 🔫

[sjsmith56]

Dad for a Day

Summary: Bucky looks after his son from another universe when the boy’s parents go missing.

Length: 3.6 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, OCC (named), Sam Wilson.

Warnings: Missing parents, some swearing.

Author notes: Set just after Thunderbolts.

It had been a gruelling mission; co-leading (more like cat herding) the mixed team of select Avengers and Thunderbolts into a secure facility to steal back a piece of technology from the industrial tycoon (or sociopathic billionaire) who stole it from its inventor (an eccentric genius). Between keeping the disparate members of the two teams from actually killing each other with levels of snark that rivalled anything ever experienced by himself and Sam Wilson, then convincing the two sides to cooperate, Bucky was glad they finally completed the mission, and they could go home.

Which was where he was right now, unlocking his front door, and stumbling inside at 2:30 in the morning. He didn’t even undress before collapsing onto his bed. All he wanted was sleep and everything else could wait until the morning. He had earned the right to at least 6 hours of being comatose.

There was a cough. Bucky ignored it. There was another cough, louder and more prolonged than the first one. He opened one eye, saw a blue suit with a swirling red cloak around it at the side of his bed, and closed his eye. There was no way he was dealing with the man.

“Barnes,” said a voice.

“No,” he replied, pulling a pillow over his head. “Go away.”

“It’s important,” said the voice.

“No, Stephen, it’s not,” he answered. “Leave me alone.”

“I would but there’s no one else,” said Dr. Strange. “It has to be you.”

“No.”

“You leave me no choice.”

Bucky swore as his body was levitated in the air and he saw the bed getting further away from underneath him. Then the blanket came off, followed by the pillow which he held onto as best he could, until it too, was ripped away leaving him floating in the air. That’s when he saw the boy, hiding just behind Strange.

“Who is that?” asked Bucky, “and why is he here?”

“He’s your mission,” said Strange. “Bucky, meet Steve. Steve Barnes.”

“Is this a joke? Because I’m really not in the mood.” He took a second look at the boy, noticing the dark hair and blue eyes that were just like his, coming to a conclusion that shouldn’t have been possible. “Fuck.”

“Language,” admonished Strange. “He’s only 8 years old.”

“9. I’m 9 years old,” interrupted young Steve, now standing beside Strange and looking from one man to the other. “You’re not my dad even though you look like him.”

“Steve, we talked about this,” said the sorcerer. “He’s not your dad in this universe but he’s the best Bucky Barnes available, and until your parents are found, someone has to look after you. It’s too dangerous to leave you in your universe.”

Bucky listened to the exchange, then closed his eyes and breathed in and out to calm himself.

“Best Bucky Barnes available? What the hell does that mean?” Strange frowned. “I’ll listen. Just let me down.”

With a shrug, the sorcerer released him, and Bucky fell onto the bed, hard enough to knock the air out of him. Young Steve laughed a little, until Bucky glared at him, making him retreat again behind Dr. Strange. Raising himself up, Bucky shifted so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t hurt kids,” he announced, bothered that the boy seemed to be afraid of him.

“You’re mad at me,” replied the boy. “Or you’re just mad all the time like the others.”

The others? He glared at Strange, who shrugged.

“I’m just … tired,” explained Bucky, pulling his phone out of his pocket, seeing he only got a few hours of sleep. “I didn’t get to bed until late after getting home from a tough mission. I’m not mad at you.” Reluctantly, the boy stepped out from behind Dr. Strange, but he remained wary. Bucky sighed and looked up at the sorcerer. “Can I take a quick shower and get changed? I’ll be five minutes, tops.”

“We’ll be in the living room,” said Strange, leading the boy out.

When Bucky made it out to the living room, Steve was sitting on the couch, with his legs crossed as he played a video game. Dr. Strange looked up at Bucky, then jerked his head to the kitchen.

“He’s engrossed in the game,” he said. “They don’t have them in his universe, but he caught on pretty quickly.”

“So, he’s the son of my counterpart in another universe?” questioned Bucky, as he began making coffee. “Where is his dad?”

“Missing.” Bucky waited for more explanation. “The boy’s parents were supposed to pick him up from school, but they didn’t show. My counterpart there is looking for them, but it’s like they’ve disappeared into a black hole.”

“HYDRA?” asked the super soldier.

“No, they no longer exist in that universe but it’s possible a version of them made an incursion and took his parents. That’s the working theory.” He leaned closer. “Every other Bucky version we’ve come across haven’t exactly been friendly. That’s why I need you to look after him and keep him safe while we search the multiverse for his parents.”

“I’m hungry.”

Both men jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of Steve, neither having heard him approach. The kid had stealth skills.

“What would you like?” asked Bucky.

“Flips,” said the boy.

The two men looked at each other blankly, then at the boy.

“I don’t know what those are,” said Bucky.

Dr. Strange did his thing for a moment, then gave a small smile. “Pancakes.”

Bucky could make those. He got the ingredients out, measuring and mixing as Steve watched him. When he finally poured some batter into the pan and flipped it once the bottom side was cooked, the boy smiled.

“Flips,” he said smugly.

Assembling several on a plate, Bucky took the syrup bottle and held it up with a questioning look on his face.

“Syrup?”

Steve frowned. “Sweetness.”

Bucky poured a little bit and watched as Steve dipped his finger into it, then licked it, smiling after.

“Yes please.”

“Milk to drink?”

“Chocolate?” Steve looked at him hopefully.

“What does your mom usually do?”

“Not chocolate.”

There was disappointment in his voice which Bucky recognized, having heard it from Cass and AJ several times.

“We can do chocolate.”

Bucky opened the chocolate drink powder container, putting a heaping spoonful into two glasses and pouring milk in each, stirring vigorously, then placing one in front of Steve. He kept the other for himself, then made a stack of pancakes. It was only then that he noticed Dr. Strange was gone.

“Son of a ….”

He stifled the rest, mindful of Steve’s age. The boy took two more pancakes from the stack that Bucky made, pouring a whole lot of syrup over them.

“You married?” he asked Bucky, his mouth full of a pancake.

“Nope. Finish eating your food before you speak.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

Bucky glanced at him. When he was 9, he didn’t even know men could have boyfriends.

“Do you have any friends?”

“Yeah.” He put some pancakes into his mouth, carefully chewing them before answering the boy. “I do. Probably some of the same ones your dad has. Sam Wilson.”

“No, Dad says he’s a jerk.” Steve took a bite. “John Walker?”

“No,” replied Bucky, firmly. “He’s a … well, we’re not friends.”

Steve rattled off more names, which Bucky shook his head to. “Steve Rogers? I’m named after him.”

“He’s in your universe?” Bucky was surprised at the level of longing in his voice. “Why didn’t he look after you?”

“He’s looking for Mom and Dad, with the other Avengers.” Steve burped and giggled, bringing a frown to Bucky’s face. “Sorry.” He studied the older man’s face. “Isn’t he here?”

“No, he … returned to the old days.”

Bucky stabbed a piece of pancake and put it in his mouth. Steve watched him as they both ate.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did he go back to the old days?”

Why did he go? It was something he asked himself often. Yeah, the man felt out of place in this time, and he was tired of the fight … so he said. But if he was Bucky’s best friend, why didn’t he stay? Shit, it wasn’t something he was comfortable discussing with his therapist. There was no way he was having a conversation with a 9-year-old about it.

“I guess he felt he had to,” said Bucky, avoiding young Steve’s eye. When he did look at the boy, he could see the kid was lost in his own thoughts. “You, okay?”

“I dunno,” admitted Steve. He put his fork down. “You think they’ll find them?”

“Your parents?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, if all the Avengers are looking for your parents, they’ll find them. It’s what they do, right? No matter what universe, the Avengers are the good guys, and they help people in trouble.”

That seemed to satisfy Steve, and he kept on eating. Bucky finished his food and put his dishes in the dishwasher then began washing the frying pan. He smiled when he heard the chair move, and the boy brought over his own dishes. They finished the cleanup then he looked at the clock on the microwave. It wasn’t even 7:30 in the morning yet.

“Did you bring clothes?” he asked. Steve nodded then went over to the entryway, picking up a backpack. “You can sleep in the guest room.”

He showed him the room, then the bathroom, which the boy disappeared into. The sound of a flush was followed by him opening the door.

“Did you wash your hands?” asked Bucky, leaning against the wall.

With a little huff Steve went back inside the bathroom and washed his hands, making sure to show them to Bucky when he came out.

“Can I play that TV game thing again?” he asked. “What’s it called?”

“Video game. You don’t have that?” Steve shook his head. “What do you do for fun?”

“Ride my bike, draw, read comics, go to the fun field.” He shrugged. “Normal stuff.”

Stepping aside, Bucky let him return to the living room. For a kid who had never seen a video game until an hour before, he had no problem remembering how to start it up. Bucky never even played it himself. He got it for Cass and AJ for the odd occasion they visited. Idly, he watched the boy play, then he thought of something.

“What’s your mom’s name?” he asked, wondering if she was someone he already knew.

“Mom.”

“What’s her name name? What does your dad call her?”

“Honey. Sweetheart. Babe.” There was a slight grin on his face. He glanced over at Bucky. “That doctor guy said I couldn’t tell you.”

“Seriously? Why not?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Maybe so I don’t affect the natural order of things in this universe.”

Where did that come from? What 9-year-old talks about the natural order of the universe?

“Do you even know what that means?” he asked.

“Kind of,” admitted Steve. He focused on the screen game then huffed when he was eliminated. “It means you’re supposed to find her yourself. I can’t tell you because that would be ….” He closed his eyes and thought for the right words. “Interfering with your reality.”

“Dr. Strange told you that, didn’t he?”

“Yup. Said that no matter what I couldn’t tell you. It has to happen naturally.” He looked sideways at Bucky. “I think that means you have to….”

“I know exactly what it means,” sighed Bucky. “What’s this fun field place you mentioned?”

“You know, with swings and slides, and things to climb.”

“So, a playground?” Steve shrugged, turning his attention back to the video game. “Yeah, in my day, we called a fun field a playground.”

“Can we go there?”

“Sure.”

It took about 10 minutes to walk to the playground which was empty but Steven kept himself entertained swinging on the swings (going up way too high), sliding down the slides (face first on his stomach), and climbing up the outside of the largest structure until he was on top and jumping off, landing cleanly on his feet. It appeared he had inherited the super soldier abilities. Bucky wondered how the search for the boy’s parents was going but said nothing. He did watch anyone approaching, considering the possibility that whoever was responsible for his parents being missing might come here for the boy. But no one triggered his senses in an alarming way and after an hour they walked back to the house. Along the way Bucky received a text.

Sam: You coming to debrief?

Shit, he forgot.

Bucky: Can’t. Doing a favour for Dr. Strange.

Sam: What kind of favour?

Bucky contemplated what to tell Sam. The sorcerer hadn’t said anything about keeping Steve’s presence a secret, although standard operating procedure would dictate that the fewer people that knew, the safer it was for the boy. But if he wasn’t safe at the office, then he wouldn’t be safe anywhere. He looked down at the boy, who was jumping from the line in the sidewalk to the next line.

“I have to go into work,” said Bucky. “You’ll have to come with me.”

“Okay.” He stopped and squinted up at the tall man. “Are you an Avenger?”

“Sort of,” replied the super soldier. “I was kind of made to form a team that was supposed to be the new Avengers, except no one told the old group. The lady in charge of my group wasn’t being truthful and so we stopped working for her and now we work with the Avengers a lot.”

“Do you have a name?”

“It’s not a great name,” began Bucky, then he sighed. “Thunderbolts.”

A smile appeared on Steve’s face, and he began jumping again. “That’s a cool name. Is Thor on your team?”

“No.”

“Zeus?”

The kid knows about Zeus? “No.”

“Who?”

He really didn’t want to explain everyone on the team. “You’ll see when we get to the office.”

That satisfied Steve and they returned to Bucky’s house. He texted Sam that he was on his way and bringing a guest, which his friend took to mean a woman. He gave up trying to explain, figuring the man wouldn’t shut up about it until he actually walked in with the boy. At first, he was going to take his motorcycle, but he didn’t have a helmet to fit his guest, so they took the truck instead, making sure he was buckled in securely. On the trip to the compound, Steve asked him more questions about this universe, enough to keep up a steady conversation. Bucky found himself smiling more often than not at some of the younger boy’s observations.

When they arrived there, the guard at the gate wasn’t going to let Steve in but Bucky gave the man his death glare while flexing his left hand. Steve watched the interaction with interest.

“You sure know how to look mean,” he said, after the guard waved them through. “But you’re not. You’re kind of nice.”

Unsure how to answer that Bucky didn’t respond. After parking, they walked towards the doors into the facility, and he felt a smaller hand slip into his.

“You, okay?” he asked, looking down at the boy. “No one here will hurt you. I promise.”

“I know,” smiled Steve, still unsure. “I’m just a little afraid.”

He kneeled down so he was at eye level with him. “They shouldn’t be too different from the people in your universe. Dr. Strange wouldn’t have brought you here unless he was sure of your safety. I can promise you that everyone here will protect you.”

Steve swallowed and nodded his head, then suddenly hugged Bucky, prompting him to hug the boy back, after some hesitation. Then they stood up and walked towards the briefing room. As they entered, all conversation stopped, and everyone’s eyes focused on them. Alexei broke the ice.

“He looks just like you, Bucky,” he said, in his thick Russian accent. “Is this your son? I didn’t know ….”

“This is Steve Barnes,” replied Bucky. “He’s from another universe. Dr. Strange brought him to me early this morning. His parents are missing and the Avengers in his universe are looking for them. Until they’re found, I’m looking after him.”

Sam stepped forward, kneeling down. “I’m Sam Wilson. You’re safe here. How long have they been missing?”

“Yesterday,” answered Steve. “They didn’t pick me up at school and the principal phoned someone. That doctor came for me and then the other doctor brought me here.” He looked back at Bucky, who smiled slightly at him. “He’s the same as my dad but also different.”

“Yeah, it’s like that in the multiverse,” smiled Sam. “Well, we have to have a meeting about the mission we did and there are things that aren’t meant for you to hear.” He pointed to a small glass-walled anteroom off the briefing room. “Are you okay if you wait in there? I’ll get someone to bring you a video game or books or whatever you want. You can see Bucky and he can see you, so you’ll be safe.”

“Okay. You’re nicer than the Sam I know. He’s kind of a jerk.”

Bucky grinned a little, then walked him over to the anteroom, as Sam contacted someone to bring some things to keep Steve occupied. After closing the door, he sat where he could keep an eye on the boy. A woman entered the anteroom, and his face lit up. She brought him some things to keep him entertained, even sat with him for a while. Bucky had seen her around before, recalling she worked in the daycare that was available for the support staff, but her name escaped him. Steve seemed completely at ease with her and Bucky wondered for a moment if she was his mother in the other universe.

“Earth to Bucky,” said a woman’s voice. He turned to Ava, who was looking at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he said. “Just concerned about the kid.” He coughed to clear his throat. “Right, let’s get this over with.”

Two hours later, they finished the debrief and the meeting broke up. When it was just Bucky and Sam left in the room, a portal opened and Dr. Strange walked, looking a little banged up. He noticed Steve in the anteroom and cast a spell so Steve couldn’t listen in.

“You’re back fast,” remarked Bucky. “You only dropped him off here this morning.”

“It’s been longer on their planet,” he said, a little too calmly for Bucky’s comfort. The sigh that came out of him then was alarming. “His parents are alive but his planet is gone. Don’t react, if you can help it.”

“What do you mean, gone?” asked Bucky.

“I mean just that. Whoever took his parents did it to get the other Avengers preoccupied with finding them. With them out of the way a certain individual attacked their planet. You can guess who it was. At least this version didn’t have the stones. We got as many of them out as we could, but their planet was destroyed.”

He couldn’t help it; Bucky looked at Steve with sympathy, who read his face instantly and burst through the door, confronting all three of them.

“They’re dead, aren’t they?” he cried. “Mom and Dad are dead.”

Strange shook his head. “No, they’re fine. Really. It’s just that you can’t go back to your home because everything is gone. Right now, we’re trying to find a place for everyone, but it takes time to find the right place in the multiverse.”

The look on Steve’s face was more than Bucky could bear, as he asked about his friends, receiving a sad shake of the head from Strange. Bucky kneeled down to the boy, hugging him. At first, the hug wasn’t returned, then his son from the other universe suddenly grasped Bucky hard as his body shook with emotion. Focused intently on each other, neither noticed that Strange and Sam had left.

“What happens now?” asked Steve, a brief time later.

“I guess you find a new place to live with your parents,” answered Bucky. “Maybe you can even stay with me for a while.”

“You mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Bucky crossed his chest with his fingertips. Steve frowned at him. “It’s something I said as a kid to promise that I was telling the truth. “I know I’m not your dad, but I can be your friend.”

Steve nodded then slipped his hand into Bucky’s as he stood up. Just before they left the room, he pulled back a little.

“Mom’s name is Jessica, but everyone calls her Jess.”

Bucky smiled at Steve. That was the name of the woman from the daycare.

“Let’s find out what they’re going to do with the Avengers from your universe, okay?”

“Okay.” He stopped again. “Do you think I can take the video game with me? It’s fun.”

“We’ll see what your parents say but as far as I’m concerned, it’s yours.”

The two of them joined the others who were being canvassed to host their counterparts while a new home was sought for them. They all made a big fuss of Steve, consoling him on what he had lost. Given the circumstances, he handled it well. When his parents arrived, along with several of the surviving Avengers and some civilians, Sam nudged Bucky at who Mrs. Barnes was. Bucky nudged him back when he saw the other Sam Wilson with his wife and daughter. Steve Rogers wasn’t among them, having been evacuated elsewhere. It was going to be an interesting time hosting these people while their options were considered. An interesting time indeed.

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The Thorn - 2

Fandom: Spy X Family Pairing/starring: Yor x Loid Forger Word count: 767 Content: Dangerous knowledge, slight paranoia, confrontations, planning. A/N: 2 people cared enough about the initial story so this is for them. Thank you.

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He can’t sleep, the knowledge won’t allow him. Loid Forger just lies awake, listening to the house breathe and seeing shadows move in the darkness where there is nothing. Turning to face the door, he is tempted to get up and even go confront Yor...but he can’t risk it. Not yet.

The glare of a car’s headlights travel across the wall in stripes of lights and shadows created by the venitian blinds. For a brief moment, it’s enough to show silhouettes in the room. The clothes suit hanging neatly to be used tomorrow. The wiggle of the door handle. The latter makes him still, breath bated and eyes barely open to see who might be on the way – perhaps it’s Anya although she’s never done that before.

The door cracks open soundlessly and just then the light of the car vanishes but he would know those steps anywhere: light, careful, dancer-like. Not Anya’s careless stomping.

So he waits, ready to jump into action to protect himself.

“Loid-san?” she whispers into the darkness and he can hear she’s still by the door.

Unsure whether to pretend to be asleep or not, Loid is surprised to feel his breath hitch and he is not foolish enough to assume she hasn’t heard.

“Hrm?” He pretends to be waking.

The soft padding of footfalls nearing is barely audible. Then the mattress dips by his feet, an indication that Yor has sat down there which is further solidified by the sigh.

“What’s wrong, Yor?” He has to keep pretending – she doesn’t know that he knows.

“I know you weren’t at work late tonight,” she admits without preamble.

“What makes you think that?”

There’s a soft tsk. “Your disguise was good...but your contactlense slipped...I’d know your eyes anywhere.”

Somehow, she sounds pained. Not daring to move to turn on the light, Loid can only guess at her facial expression but he’d wager there’s an inkling of regret on that pretty face of hers – not unlike what he himself feels, knowing that the masquerade might be coming to an end sooner rather than later.

Why is that what bothers him? Even if he could be bothered with the setback of his mission, he should be feeling at the very least curious about what he’s stumbled upon – what it might mean to the peace between the two nations.

“Why him?” he manages to ask, referring to the now deceased reporter.

“I don’t ask questions.”

She’s a tool, a pawn. An assassin. He’s about to say as much when she speaks again:

“I was promised I wouldn’t have to do these jobs any more. That I’d be out. Retired.”

Clearly her bosses had pulled her back in regardless of their promises. There’s no use in asking how long she’s done this...he probably wouldn’t like the answer anyways.

“Why retired?”

There’s a sound of a scoff or a sniffle. It’s hard to tell which and in the darkness he can’t see.

“I thought...I have a job...and you and Anya-chan.”

Nothing he could have thought of hits him as hard as these words: we’re her way out. Still it astounds him to hear his own reply:

“Then we have to find a way to get you out for good.”

He can sense the sudden movement rather than see it but a light hint of her perfume is kicked up as her head snaps in his direction.

“What?”

“I can’t tell you much...but I have contacts -”

“They told you to be at the galla...”

He nods uselessly. “Yes. Let me bring you in. We can find a way to get you off the hook.”

“I’d like that.”

He can hear the smile on her voice and it warms his heart that she trusts him enough to let him help. To want to find a way out. It’ll be hard and he will have to fight tooth and nail to make sure she doesn’t simply land in a cell somewhere...but she’s worth it.

“Get some rest,” he suggests, “I’ll start working on it in the morning. I’ll do all that I can.”

“Why?”

She doesn’t have to be explicit about the unsavoury nature of her real occupation because he’s seen her in action.

“You’re worth it to me.”

He might as well have said I love you but those words are reserved for when she finally can walk free, he decides on the spot. But maybe she hears them anyways: reaching through the darkness, she finds his hand and squeezes it before getting up and heading for the door.

There she pauses briefly: “You’re worth it to me too.”

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Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (5)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /

Created: March 18th, 2024

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A Girl, A Boy, and Everything Else.-CassandraO (ao3) Summary: It's been a year since the war ended. Peeta and Katniss are in the process of growing together. Peeta is learning about setting boundaries and taking better care of himself and Katniss is drowning in depression. How they grow together as friends and eventually, something else, all the while facing new challenges.

Arranged-CassandraO (ao3) Summary: Facing the death of her mother, 14-year old Katniss Everdeen and her 10-year old sister Prim move in with their widowed maternal grandmother, the apothecary's wife. In a world in which unmarried women cannot own property, Katniss' grandmother arranges with the town baker to marry off her eldest granddaughter at sixteen to protect her in case she dies before the girl is ready to marry. Luckily for all, Katniss gets to marry the youngest son, her close friend Peeta. Now, married young, the summer is coming, and with it, the 74th Annual Hunger Games.

Biggest Fan-burkygirl, Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Fanfic writer Peeta Mellark - Captain Amellarka to his readers - can hardly wait to spend a fun-filled weekend at the Québec Winter Carnival with Katseye, his beta and best friend. She's also possibly the love of his life, but he figures he probably should lay eyes on her in real life before he declares his undying devotion.

Crash My Party-Court81981 (ff.net) Summary: Modern AU. Peeta Mellark has never been able to say no to Katniss Everdeen. But after years as friends with benefits, that's going to have to change. Everlark.

Indestructible-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Mockingjay and Nightingale work hard to keep their city safe. But when Snow Industries introduces a new threat, can they keep the ones they love most safe? And will teaming up with Gaia and Electrode be a help or a hindrance? Just Friends-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Single father Peeta agrees to let his daughter sign up for an outdoor day camp for the summer. What he didn't expect was to befriend the director Katniss, a single mother herself. And no matter what all their friends say, the pair are ONLY friends. Right?

Mockingjay Inn-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are both frequent pop-in guests at an out-of-the-way B&B. One weekend, it is surprisingly booked up and the manager asks if they can share a suite in an effort to be less of an inconvenience for such loyal customers and since they sort of know each other.

Peeta's Blessing-cd291104 (ff.net) Summary: A Blessing In Disguise in Peeta's POV. AU/OCC. K/P have been best friends for years. They have difficulty with relationships. One night after a break up and with the help of tequila they find themselves crossing a line. The next morning they agree to pretend it never happened however that becomes impossible once Katniss confesses she's pregnant. Where does that leave them?

The One-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Peeta is Katniss’s best friend and almost everything in her life revolves around him. When thoughts of Peeta start invading her dreams, Katniss must decide whether just being friends is enough.

This is Halloween-bubblegum1425 (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen has been in love with her best friend, Peeta Mellark, for nearly as long as she'd known him. They'd grown together, carrying on their yearly Halloween tradition of watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and other scary movies, but this year was going to be different. This year, Katniss is finally going to use their time together to tell Peeta how she feels…if he doesn't ruin her plans first. College Everlark. Modern AU

[luvie-42]

Miguel grabs your...

(context: you guys fought a anomaly and there was another unexpected one) I got bored tbh

-You had a large scratch on your arm and your suit was damaged and you layed down on a boulder of collapsed building, you had been unconscious and the anomaly was about to kill you. Miguel got there just in time and got the anomaly and you gained it back.

-"Are you okay, Y/N?!" Miguel yells and shakes you, your eyes open and you could see Miguel sigh of relief. "I'm good.. Where's the anomaly?" You put your hand on his shoulder and he picked you up by your hand and let you use him as a crutch. "I can walk don't worry. " he put you down still holding your hand, as he started to walk to the exit where police were surrounded by.

-Then the leftover ceiling of the building broke and fell by the exit and the second anomaly jumped down, it was a doc occ anomaly and Miguel got into a fight stance and put his arm in front of you for protection. Your eyes widen and you blush when you feel and look down at the grip he has on your breast, "Hey are you okay?, you can't control your breath." He turns around to look at you and looked down where his hand was, his hand covered most of your boob causing him to blush and just stare not knowing what to do. He had this urge to squeeze until you made a sweet noise, he "accidentally" squeezed and it made you gasp. "Ah! Miguel!" You couldnt be live him until you looked to your left and had a sinister smirk on your face. He kept staring at your flesh until he snapped out of his trance and let his hand off. "Shock I'm sorry!"

-Your smirk had caught his eyes and he blushed more under his suit. "Wait, did you? Li-like?-" "No" You cut him off and the anomalys claw shoved him across the wrecked building. "WHY DIDN'T YOU ALERT ME, YOU KNOW I DON'T HAVE SPIDER SENSES!!!" He tells from the wall "because you deserved it" You say sticking your tongue out at him. "NEXT TIME TELL ME!!" "On your left!" You say blandly but teasingly.

-Once you guys got the anomaly back and went back to HQ, he patched you up and you could have sworn you saw blush on his face.

NIGHT POST LITTLE ONES!!😚😚

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Antoinette Elizabeth Stark 👠The Iron Maiden 👠Rules 👠

Important Side Note: I follow & follow back @endless-lilach

21+ ONLY, minors are not allowed, if you're caught interacting you will be blocked. 

Warning that NSFW & dark themes/content may occur. I will tag accordingly for the extreme themes. If you see something that triggers you and it is not tagged properly please let me know and I will put the “tw blank” next time around. 

If we end up plotting or rping and you have certain triggers please, please, PLEASE, let me know! I never want to make anyone uncomfortable when interacting so I want to know what I need to avoid mentioning. 

Continuing from above bullet point, I should point out right away that Toni will include a lot of triggers in various roleplay’s such as depression, abuse, torture, self-harm, alcoholism, violence, blood, and smut. 

I am semi-selective, this basically means I have the right to decline interaction or not follow you. 

My Toni is MCU based but mixed with some comic lore(Earth-616)

My Toni is also head-canon heavy. This means some headcanons I have with Tony don’t exist within the above bullet point universes. For example, my Toni never gets the surgery to get her arc-reactor removed. 

Crossover, Multiverse, Doubles, variants & Multi-ship friendly. I don’t mind if your muse is from a different universe and I am a HUGE multi-shipper. [I will NOT ship Tom Holland Spider-Man with my Toni though that’s a huge no for me, other adult verses/variants Spider-Mans can be discussed beforehand] 

I’m not sure about OCs, so I’m a bit selective, if your character is developed and with some info/bio about them just ask so I can read and decide if I would want to interact with them. 

Please no godmodding, I write for my Toni you will write for your muse. If there are any ideas we want to happen in longer plot wises, we can talk about it first through IMs. 

I happen to enjoy multiple threads at a time, so if you had another idea you wanted to try on top of the idea we were already doing, I don’t mind adding another if you wanted to.  

I  personally prefer to do multi-para or novella, so please no one-liners for replies.

I don’t need grammar and/or spelling to be perfect, as long as you don’t mind a few slip ups that might occur from me writing as well.  

I will do my very best to reply as quickly as I can, I may be slow from what’s going on in my life so I may be slow. But friendly nudges and reminders are MOST welcome since I tend to be forgetful.

I think I remembered everything I wanted to talk about! If anyone has any questions or clarifications feel free to IM me! 

Rules ≡ Verses ≡ About Mun ≡ Muse Bio ≡ Memes ≡ Starters ≡ Wishlist

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Thanks for the answer. The idea of ​​becoming a lighthouse keeper sounds very appealing. Considering his solitary work and insomnia, he might even be a night watchman. And can do similar part-time jobs. I can see the possibility of doing rescue work like a firefighter.

Yes, as we see in the anime, he resorts to illegal work due to poverty and desperation. This is the underground, after all. It's impossible to keep your hands clean there

If Levi lived in a modern world and was involved in illegal activities, the reason would be similar. After losing his mother, he would participate in these activities through Kenny. Maybe he can escape from this and open a tea shop after running a few errands and saving money.

Or he could be a teacher in kindergarten. lol

This would be my other question. Do you think Levi can teach kindergarten? Would he seem a bit occ, or could it be one of the jobs that would suit his characterization?

I think sm he would have been uncomfortable 'babysitting for brats' and might have been a bit clueless about taking care of children. On the other hand, after seeing him handing out candy to children in the anime, I can see the potential for him to do this job.

The idea of Levi teaching kindergarten is one I see a lot, haha. On the surface, it doesn't really seem like it would be the best fit. Kids, especially at that age, are messy and noisy as hell, haha, and I can see that working on Levi's nerves big time. But then, I see Levi as also being really good with children, knowing how to talk to and treat them. Kids would probably also behave around him because of his intimidating aura, lol. All he'd have to do to get them in line probably is give them a look. And you know he'd do a heck of a job just looking out for and protecting kids, so he'd be someone you could feel genuinely safe leaving your children around. It's definitely a cute idea. We see Levi really isn't mean at all, despite his reputation. When Ramzi stole his purse, Levi didn't even care, lol. He just let him go with it. He's a sweetheart, really. So, yeah, I can actually see Levi teaching kindergarten, even as it would seem to contradict some of his other personality traits.

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Versatile Styling – From office wear to wedding ensembles, pearl sets enhance your overall look effortlessly.

Symbol of Purity and Elegance – Pearls are often associated with purity, making them a great gift choice for loved ones.

Variety of Options – Available in different colors, sizes, and designs, you can find a pearl set that perfectly suits your personality.

Types of Pearl Sets Available Online

When shopping for pearl sets online, it’s important to know the different types available:

1. Classic White Pearl Set

A white pearl necklace set with matching earrings is the epitome of sophistication. These sets are perfect for formal events, office wear, or even bridal jewelry.

2. Freshwater Pearl Set

Freshwater pearls offer a natural and elegant look at an affordable price. They come in various hues like pink, lavender, and peach, making them a trendy choice.

3. South Sea Pearl Set

Known for their larger size and golden or white hues, South Sea pearls exude luxury and are considered some of the most valuable pearls in the world.

4. Akoya Pearl Set

These pearls are renowned for their high luster and perfectly round shape. Akoya pearl sets are ideal for those who love a sophisticated yet subtle look.

5. Tahitian Pearl Set

If you love darker shades, Tahitian pearl sets are perfect. These exotic pearls range from deep black to greenish and peacock tones, adding a bold touch to your jewelry collection.

6. Baroque Pearl Set

For a unique and artistic look, baroque pearl sets with irregularly shaped pearls make a statement. These sets are popular among fashion-forward individuals.

How to Choose the Best Pearl Set Online?

Selecting the perfect pearl set can be overwhelming, but considering the following factors will make your decision easier:

1. Pearl Quality

Look for pearls with high luster, smooth surface, and uniform shape. The higher the luster, the more radiant the pearls will appear.

2. Pearl Size

Smaller pearls (6-8mm) are great for everyday wear, while larger pearls (10mm and above) add a bold and luxurious touch.

3. Type of Metal Used

Pearl sets often come with gold, silver, or platinum settings. Choose one that complements your style and skin tone.

4. Authenticity Certification

Always buy from reputed online stores that provide certificates of authenticity to ensure you are getting genuine pearls.

5. Customer Reviews and Ratings

Before making a purchase, check customer reviews to get insights into the quality and durability of the pearl set.

6. Occasion and Outfit Compatibility

Consider whether the pearl set is for daily wear, office, parties, or special occasions. Opt for simple designs for casual wear and elaborate sets for grand events.

Best Places to Buy Pearl Sets Online in India

If you’re looking for authentic and stylish pearl sets, here are some of the best online platforms to explore:

Tanishq – Trusted for high-quality pearl jewelry.

Malabar Gold & Diamonds – Offers an elegant collection of pearl sets.

Amazon India – Wide range of budget-friendly and premium pearl sets.

BlueStone – Known for contemporary and designer pearl jewelry.

CaratLane – Offers stylish and modern pearl sets for all occasions.

Myntra & Flipkart – Budget-friendly options with customer reviews.

Final Thoughts

A pearl set is a timeless treasure that enhances your style with grace and elegance. Whether you prefer the classic white pearls, the luxurious South Sea pearls, or the exotic Tahitian pearls, shopping online provides you with a vast array of choices. Keep in mind the factors like quality, size, and authenticity while making your purchase to ensure you get the best value for your money.

Explore online stores, compare options, and pick the perfect pearl necklace set that resonates with your personality and style. Happy shopping.

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Experience Exceptional Catering with Bistro Saffron 

Planning an event and want to leave a lasting impression on your guests? The right catering can transform your occasion into something truly memorable. Whether you're organizing a business meeting, wedding, birthday party, or any special event in Calgary, Indian food catering Calgary provides a delicious and authentic experience that everyone will appreciate. Bistro Saffron is a renowned name dedicated to bringing the finest Indian cuisine to your gatherings. 

Authentic Flavors Crafted with Care 

At Bistro Saffron, authentic Indian dishes are prepared using the highest quality ingredients. From rich and aromatic curries to sizzling tandoori specialties, tasty vegetarian options, and freshly baked naan bread, every item on the menu is thoughtfully crafted. Their extensive menu ensures that whether your guests are seasoned fans of Indian cuisine or trying it for the first time, there’s something delightful for everyone to enjoy. 

Tailored Catering Solutions 

One of the standout features of Indian food catering Calgary offered by Bistro Saffron is the ability to customize your catering package to suit your specific needs. Whether you prefer a buffet setup, plated meals, or family-style service, their team collaborates with you to design a menu that aligns perfectly with your event’s theme and any dietary requirements. This personalized approach ensures that your event is not only delicious but also smoothly organized. 

Professional Service with Attention to Detail 

At Bistro Saffron, exceptional food is complemented by outstanding service. Their professional catering team is committed to ensuring that every aspect of your event runs seamlessly. From timely delivery and setup to attentive service throughout the event, you can rely on Bistro Saffron to manage all the details with precision and care. This dedication allows you to relax and enjoy your event, knowing that the culinary elements are expertly handled. 

Ideal for Any Occasion 

Whether you’re hosting an intimate dinner or a large celebration, Bistro Saffron is equipped to meet your catering needs. Their extensive experience with Indian food catering Calgary ensures they can handle events of all sizes, consistently delivering high-quality food and presentation. From corporate conferences and business meetings to weddings and social gatherings, Bistro Saffron guarantees that your event will be a flavorful success. 

Commitment to Quality and Sustainability 

Bistro Saffron is committed to using sustainable, locally sourced, high-quality ingredients whenever possible. This dedication not only enhances the flavors of their dishes but also supports the local community and promotes environmentally responsible practices. By choosing Bistro Saffron for your Indian food catering Calgary needs, you’re providing your guests with exquisite cuisine while also contributing to a more sustainable future. 

A Trusted Name in Calgary 

With numerous positive reviews and a loyal customer base, Bistro Saffron has established itself as a trusted name in Calgary’s catering scene. Their reputation for excellence is built on years of delivering outstanding food and service, making them the preferred choice for Indian food catering Calgary. Whether you’re a long-time customer or new to their offerings, Bistro Saffron promises an unforgettable culinary experience. 

Reserve Your Catering Today! 

Make your next event extraordinary with the exceptional flavors and professional service of Bistro Saffron. Whether it’s a small get-together or a grand celebration, their expert team is ready to bring your vision to life with their top-tier Indian food catering Calgary services. Don’t settle for ordinary—choose Bistro Saffron to provide a memorable and delicious experience for you and your guests. 

Reach out to Bistro Saffron today to explore their menu, learn more about their catering options, and book your upcoming event. Let Bistro Saffron enhance your occasion with the vibrant and authentic tastes of Indian cuisine that Calgary loves. Contact them now and take the first step towards a spectacular and flavorful event! 

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Foundation Secrets: Unveiling the Key to a Flawless Base

Foundation is an essential element of your makeup routine, offering the perfect base for your look. Whether you want a natural glow, full coverage, or something in between, the right foundation is key. This guide will help you navigate the world of foundations—explaining the different formulas, coverage types, finishes, and how to select the perfect one for your skin.

What Is Foundation?

Foundation is a makeup product used to create an even base, covering blemishes and imperfections. It smooths the skin, evening out the complexion to provide a flawless canvas for other makeup. There are various types of foundations designed for different skin types and preferences, including liquid, cream, powder, serum, and water-based formulas.

Choosing the Right Foundation for Your Skin

Understanding your skin type is crucial when selecting a foundation. Here's a quick guide:

Oily Skin: Look for matte or oil-free formulas to keep shine under control. Powder foundations can also help absorb excess oil.

Dry Skin: Opt for foundations with moisturizing properties. Cream or dewy foundations will provide hydration and a glowing finish.

Combination Skin: A buildable foundation is ideal. You can layer it to target oil-prone areas without overwhelming the rest of your face.

Sensitive Skin: Choose foundations with soothing ingredients like aloe vera or chamomile. Water-based or fragrance-free formulas are also recommended.

The finish of the foundation will also affect your overall look. A matte finish keeps shine at bay, while a dewy finish imparts a healthy glow.

Foundation Coverage Explained

Different foundations offer varying levels of coverage. Here's what each one means for your skin:

Sheer Coverage: Perfect for those who want a natural look. It enhances your skin tone without hiding imperfections, ideal for everyday wear.

Medium Coverage: Offers more coverage without a heavy look. It masks minor blemishes while still allowing your natural skin to show through.

Full Coverage: Completely conceals blemishes, redness, and imperfections. This is ideal for a flawless, airbrushed look for special occasions.

Buildable Coverage: These foundations allow you to layer the product. You can start with a light application and build more coverage where needed, giving you flexibility based on your skin’s needs.

Trending Foundation Formulas

In recent years, foundations have evolved to include skincare benefits, making them more than just makeup. The following types are trending:

Hybrid Foundations: Combining makeup and skincare, these foundations offer SPF, hydration, and anti-aging properties, making them a great all-in-one product.

Clean Beauty Foundations: Made with non-toxic, natural ingredients, these foundations are great for those seeking eco-friendly products without sacrificing quality.

Lightweight Formulas: These foundations are perfect for everyday wear, offering buildable coverage while feeling light on the skin.

Long-Wear Foundations: Designed to stay in place all day, these foundations are ideal for those with active lifestyles or long workdays.

Foundation Finishes: Natural, Matte, or Dewy?

The finish of your foundation can significantly influence your makeup look:

Natural Finish: This provides a balanced, skin-like appearance—perfect for everyday use. It’s neither too matte nor too dewy, giving you a fresh, natural glow.

Matte Finish: Ideal for oily skin, a matte finish helps control shine and provides a smooth, velvety appearance that lasts all day.

Dewy Finish: If you have dry skin or want a radiant glow, a dewy foundation is your best bet. It gives your skin a healthy, luminous finish, perfect for those looking to add a bit of radiance.

Why Choose HOK Makeup for Your Foundation?

At HOK Makeup, we offer a carefully curated selection of foundations to suit every skin tone, type, and preference. Whether you’re after a light coverage serum foundation or a full-coverage product for special occasions, we’ve got something to meet your needs.

Explore our range of foundations and discover the best match for your skin tone and texture. With options that cater to all types of skin, you’re sure to find the perfect foundation to create your flawless base.

Discover the perfect foundation for your skin here.

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Why Comfortable Underwear Matters: A Deep Dive into Men’s Boxer Briefs

When it comes to men’s underwear, comfort and support are paramount. Among the various styles available, men's boxer briefs stand out as a top choice for many. This article explores why comfortable underwear, particularly boxer briefs, is essential for daily wear, and how the right pair can enhance your overall well-being and style.

The Evolution of Men's Underwear

Historically, men's underwear options were limited to boxers or briefs, each with its unique pros and cons. Boxers offered breathability but lacked support, while briefs provided snugness but sometimes felt restrictive. Enter boxer briefs, a perfect blend of both worlds. This style has gained immense popularity due to its ability to provide support without sacrificing comfort. As men's fashion evolves, so does the understanding of the importance of quality materials and thoughtful design in men's underwear.

Why Comfort is Key

The first reason comfortable underwear matters is simple: it impacts your day-to-day life. The right pair of comfortable underwear can make all the difference in how you feel throughout the day. Uncomfortable fabric, poor fit, or inadequate support can lead to distractions, irritability, and even physical discomfort. This is where the design of men's boxer briefs shines, providing a supportive, comfortable fit that can handle the rigors of everyday activities.

Supportive Underwear for Active Lifestyles

For active individuals, choosing the best boxer briefs can significantly enhance performance. The snug fit of boxer briefs helps prevent chafing, especially during sports or physical activities. When you're in the gym or out on a run, you want to focus on your performance, not on adjusting your underwear. High-quality supportive underwear ensures that everything stays in place, allowing you to concentrate on what really matters.

The Fabric Factor

The choice of fabric in boxer brief styles plays a crucial role in comfort. From cotton to modal and blends that incorporate spandex, the right material can elevate your experience. Cotton is soft and breathable, making it an excellent choice for everyday wear. Modal, on the other hand, offers a luxurious feel and superior moisture-wicking properties, keeping you cool and dry.

Designer boxer briefs often incorporate high-performance fabrics that enhance durability and comfort. Brands featured on DealByEthan.com offer a curated selection of designer boxer briefs crafted from premium materials, ensuring that you don’t have to compromise on comfort or style.

Finding Your Perfect Fit

Fit is another critical aspect of comfortable underwear. Poorly fitting boxer briefs can cause discomfort and irritation. When shopping for men's boxer briefs, look for options that provide a snug fit without being too tight. Key features to consider include:

Waistband: A comfortable waistband that doesn't dig into your skin is essential for all-day wear.

Leg Length: Boxer briefs come in various lengths; find one that suits your style and comfort preferences.

Pouch Design: Many modern boxer briefs feature contoured pouches for added support and comfort, ensuring everything stays in place.

When you find the right fit, you’ll likely forget you’re even wearing them—an ultimate testament to their comfort.

Boxer Brief Styles for Every Occasion

One of the great things about boxer brief styles is their versatility. Whether you're looking for everyday underwear or something a little more special, there's a style to meet your needs. Some options include:

Classic Boxer Briefs: Timeless designs in neutral colors that work well under any outfit.

Athletic Boxer Briefs: Engineered for performance with moisture-wicking fabrics and a snug fit, ideal for workouts.

Designer Boxer Briefs: Elevated styles with unique patterns and colors that add flair to your underwear drawer.

DealByEthan.com offers a variety of these styles, making it easy to find the perfect pair for every occasion.

The Psychological Impact of Comfortable Underwear

Comfortable underwear can also have a psychological impact. When you wear underwear that feels good, you may carry yourself with more confidence. This can be particularly beneficial in social or professional settings where first impressions matter. The right pair of best boxer briefs not only supports you physically but can also boost your mental state, allowing you to engage with the world more confidently.

Maintenance and Care

To ensure that your boxer briefs remain comfortable and supportive over time, proper care is essential. Always follow the care instructions provided by the manufacturer. Washing your underwear in cold water and avoiding high heat during drying can help maintain the fabric's integrity and elasticity.

Building an Underwear Wardrobe

Investing in a good selection of comfortable underwear is crucial. Having a variety of boxer brief styles allows you to choose the perfect pair based on your activities and mood. Aim to build a wardrobe that includes classic, athletic, and designer options. This way, you’re prepared for anything—whether it’s a casual day at home or a big meeting at work.

Conclusion

Comfortable underwear is not just an afterthought; it's an essential part of your daily life. Men's boxer briefs offer a unique combination of support, style, and comfort, making them a must-have in any man's wardrobe. With options available from DealByEthan.com, you can easily find the right pair that meets your needs, whether you’re looking for everyday underwear or something special.

In a world where comfort is paramount, investing in quality boxer briefs is a choice you won’t regret. So why not elevate your underwear drawer today? Explore the curated selection of designer boxer briefs and discover how the right fit can transform your day-to-day experience. Whether you prioritize comfort, style, or performance, the perfect pair of boxer briefs awaits you.