#(After all; they helped her finally escape Tiffany!)

[tbmunson]

Escape - Gareth Emerson x Reader

Summary: You and Gareth get paired for the most important art project of the semester.

Warnings: Slow burn, idiots in love, caring for Gareth's sisters.

WC: 4,730

Notes: I'm in recovery for surgery, so updates will be slow. Shout out to @ashes-writing for being my absolute bestie and letting me bounce ideas.

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PART 1

“Okay, class, you’ll work as partners for your final project.” Mr. Greely the art teacher stated, earning a cheer from the class. “I wouldn’t cheer so fast. I paired you up myself. This project is to make art based on what you learn about your partner, hence the little questionnaire at your tables. It can be a painting, drawing, or sculpture. Any audio recordings or mixed tapes will be given a zero. This is art, not band.

You rolled your eyes, but not because you wouldn’t be working with Tiffany, the only other cheerleader in the class, but because there was a chance you’d have to work with one of the meatheaded basketball players. You didn’t really want to work with her either, but that was a whole other can of worms.

Mr. Greely droned on, only catching your attention when he said your name. “You’ll be working with Emerson.”

Your eyes widened, which caught the attention of a few of your classmates who began to giggle. The panic was not from the boy himself, rather the fear you would accidentally fall harder for him if you got to really know him. Your focus was disrupted by shuffling next to you as Gareth settled into the desk paired with yours. “Hi.” You said softly, meek almost.

Gareth assumed this was due to disdain for him, presented a bit more politely. He did hear the giggles after all. “What’s up?” Not a question, just a simple acknowledgement to your greeting.

You studied his side profile, debating the different art forms you could use to relay the puffy haired metalhead next to you.

“You have a month to complete this project. Oh, and, your partner will be grading you on how well they think you relay them to the world. That does have an effect on the overall grade, so get to know each other.” Mr. Greely finished as the bell rang.

“So, I don’t know if you’re busy tonight with it being Friday and all, but my house is free tonight if you want to come do the questionnaire.” You offered sweetly as you packed your notebook into your bag.

“I, uh, have to watch my sisters tonight, but, if you want to, I mean, you can come to my place.” His nerves were apparent, which made you smile.

“Yeah, I’ll find you at lunch and finalize the details.” You gripped the strap to your backpack and turned to meet Tiffany at the door.

She sputtered out a laugh as she glanced over her shoulder to Gareth. “You really got paired with the freak, huh?”

You couldn’t stop the eye roll. “Tiff, I’ve known him since forever. He’s a sweet guy. Just because he listens to different music and doesn’t dress the same doesn’t make him a freak.” You replied, trying to keep your tone level so as to not snap at the head of the cheerleading team.

“He plays a fucking fantasy game, babe. It’s weird.” She chirps back as if it was common knowledge.

“It’s an escape. Everyone has an escape. You totally zone out when you cheer. That’s your escape.” You’re fully annoyed now, but not showing it, which is hard due to the fact that she just laughs, mumbling a “Whatever.” under her breath.

You break off into your math class and sit next to Eddie Munson. “Hey, Eddie.” You say, catching his attention.

He peeks around you, looking around.

“What are you doing?” You ask, furrowing your brows.

“Wondering why Hawkins High’s very own princess is trying to talk to me. Not that I’m complaining. Just curious.” He responded with an amused look.

You can’t help the small smile that spreads at his antics. “I’m talking to you because I’m a nice person and I let you cheat off of me. It’s time to repay the favor.”

“Ooh, princess wants something from the freak. Enlighten me.” He taps the tips of his fingers together in a way that would mook maniacal if it weren’t Eddie.

You roll your eyes at the dramatics. “I have an art project and I need-”

“I will not model naked for you if that’s what you’re asking.” He had a very serious look on his face, which meant he was totally joking, something you’d come to know sitting next to him in three different classes.

You smacked his arm and furrowed your brow. “No. I need the inside scoop on Gareth. He’s my partner and I have to get to know him, like really get to know him for this project.”

Eddie nods, resting his chin in his hand. “Okay. I can help you with that. As long as I keep copying your homework and cheating off of your tests.” He smirked, a wide grin plastering his face.

“In all honesty, I didn’t even think about using that as a threat.” You giggled, reaching over and scribbling your number onto a page with a scratched out doodle in his notebook. “Call me tomorrow. I’ll be at Gareth’s tonight.”

“Oh yeah, date night.” Eddie replied kind of like an off hand comment.

“It’s not a date, Eddie.” Your eyes were wide again like they had been in art class.

Eddie laughed and shook his head. “I mean his parents. He has to watch his sisters. Although I may be reading into that reaction a little too much, but I think you-”

“Not another word or the copying does stop.” Your face was hard, begging him not to speak the words you already knew were true. You would like to go on a date with him, but this, getting to really know him as part of a project, it’ll work too. Better, you convince yourself. Better because there’s no pressure to actually like him and if you don’t, well at least you'll know and you can stop this pitiful pining over him.

“Yes, your highness.” Eddie bows as much as he can while sitting before the teacher begins class.

Two class periods later you were headed to lunch. Once you made it to the cafeteria you headed right for the Hellfire table, leaving a very confused Stephanie in the doorway. As you approached a group of freshmen were settled at the table. “Hi, does Gareth sit here?” You knew he did, but striking up a conversation would be better than just claiming a seat that didn’t belong to you.

The curly haired one looked up, surprised a cheerleader was talking to him. “I, uh, yeah.” he sputtered, earning a glare from the dark haired one.

“Dude, you can’t just tell people like-” He cuts himself off, looking up at you and wondering if you’d tear him a new one.

You laughed and leaned against the table. “I know. People like me have a bad rap, and usually for good reason. I have an art project with Gareth and we need to go over some details. No malice. No ill intent. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky, waiting for one of the group to make their move.

The smaller boy with a bowl cut reaches out, linking his pinky with yours. “He’ll be here in a few. He usually takes a smoke break before coming to lunch. That’s his seat,” He points to a chair on the edge of the opposite side of the table. “And Jeff isn’t here today, so the spot next to him is open if you want to sit.”

“Thank you.” You smile before rounding the table and sitting in the middle seat. “My name is Y/N, by the way.” You offer a hand over the table for any one of them to take.

The curly haired boy reaches over and shakes it, “I’m Dustin, this is Mike and Will.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys. So, how does Dungeons and Dragons work? I’ve never played but it seems interesting from what I’ve seen.” You can’t find it in yourself to regret the question as Dustin and Will go into an in depth explanation of the game. You were so drawn in that you didn’t notice Gareth walking up to the table, or the look of horror as the freshmen bombarded you with facts about a fantasy game, even if he loved that fantasy game more than most things.

“Alright you guys, I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear about DnD.” Gareth sighed as he sat, drawing the attention of the four of you.

You gave him a playful glare. “I asked, actually. It sounds like a lot of fun. Very creative.” You were smiling by the end.

Gareth nodded, unable to help the thought that you were only saying that to seem nice and use it against them later. He immediately felt bad because in all the years of classes together, you’d never been that way. “Okay, well, I’m sorry. You can continue, Dustin.”

“Actually, Dustin, as much as I want to hear the differences in characters, I really need to get some stuff settled with Gareth about this project. How about I come sit here on Monday and you and Will can finish telling me about it.” You offered, finding the kids incredibly charming and utterly adorable.

“Yeah!” Dustin replied, opening a book to keep track of what he’d filled you in on already.

Gareth chuckled and leaned over to whisper to you. “You really don’t have to let them torture you like this.” The way his voice rumbled in your ear mixed with the warmth of his breath cascading down your neck, you knew you were screwed.

“Gare, really, I want to know about it. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” You assured him, placing a hand on his forearm and giving it a small squeeze.

Gareth didn’t know what else to say, so he only offered a crooked smile instead.

“Good, it’s settled. Now to the main task at hand. What time do I need to come over?”

He shrugged and went over the schedule in his head. “I’m gonna do dinner at 5:30, give them a bath, and let them play. They’ll be out by 7:30.” He offered more as a question.

“Or, I can bring dinner from Benny’s around 6, help you give them a bath, and we can all watch a movie before they go to bed.” You twisted a curl around your finger as you waited for his response.

He nodded and smiled. “Yeah, they’d like that.”

You slid your notebook and a pen in front of him. “Write down your order and I’ll be over by six.”

“Do you even know where I live?” He quirked a brow as he scribbled down an order.

“Gareth Emerson, I have lived down the street from you my whole life. Of course I know where you live.” You reached out and gently smacked his shoulder.

Gareth laughed and held a hand up in surrender. “I’m just making sure. I’d hate for you to get lost and leave me starving.” He jokes, sliding the notebook across the table with the order, along with his number. “See you tonight?”

“For sure, but you’re going to see me sitting here for the rest of lunch, if that’s okay with you.” You looked up at him through your lashes.

“It’s totally fine!” Dustin said, grabbing your attention. You’d almost forgotten about the freshmen sitting across from you.

You laughed and nodded, knowing he wanted to continue his spill about the different kinds of characters.

The end of the day came and you were headed out to your car when you were stopped by Tiffany. “What in the hell were you doing at that table of freaks during lunch?”

Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t let your anger show. “I had to come up with a plan for this project. Gareth is my partner. Art is the only class we have together and I’d like to get it started sooner rather than later.”

Tiffany scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“Actually, I’ll be there Monday too, and probably a few times throughout the next couple of weeks. I’ll sit with you guys on game days so no one sees me in my uniform at their table, but this project is important to me. Art is important to me. You know I want to be an artist. If getting to know him is what it takes to make a kickass piece, then I’m doing it.” Your tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm, letting her know there would be no room for negotiation.

She didn’t say anything, just stomped away, which caught the attention of the older Hellfire members.

“I think she just stood up for us.” Grant said, eyebrows raised.

Gareth pressed his back against the brick wall and looked up at the tin of the sidewalk covers. “Fuck.” He shook his head as he breathed deeply.

“What, Emerson?” Eddie cocked a brow at Gareth’s pained expression.

“I don’t know. Like, this is going to be so hard. I’ve only been in love with her since kindergarten. Now she’s sitting at my lunch table, standing up for me and my friends, and she’s coming to my fucking house tonight. How am I supposed to do this?”

Eddie couldn’t help but to laugh at his friend's pained expression. “I usually don’t get in the middle of this crap, but, earlier I made a joke about it being date night. She got really defensive, and that’s fully a sign that she’s into you. Maybe just go for it?”

“You’re so full of shit, Munson. She’s just a nice person and didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.” He replied, finally pushing himself off the wall. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at practice. Gotta get home so my parents can head out.”

Eddie and Grant mumbled their goodbyes before making their way to Eddie’s van.

It was currently 5:50 and you’d just pulled into the Emerson’s driveway with a passenger seat full of food and shakes. You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding before cutting the engine and getting out of the car. You’d barely made it to the passenger door when the glossy red door to the house flung open.

“Lori, get back here!” Gareth’s exhausted yell came as he chased her down the steps, not yet realizing you’d arrived. He scooped her up as she giggled.

“I was trying to see your friend!” Lori‘s giggles quickly turned into a whine when she realized her brother had no plans to put her feet back on the ground.

Gareth finally looked up, making eye contact with you as you rested your elbow on the roof of the car. “Hey, uh, sorry. One sec.” He finally returned Lori’s feet to the ground but made her look at him. “Go back inside. I’m going to help Y/N bring the food in and you can see her in there, okay?”

She pouted but nodded before walking slowly to the house.

“Someone’s got the dad voice down.” You smiled, bending to grab the bags as Gareth made his way over to you in a pair of grey sweat pants and a faded Metallica shirt.

“Yeah, well, someone had to be when my dad split a few years ago. Rick is nice though.” He replied, reaching to take the bags out of your hands.

You nodded, smiling as his skin brushed yours. “I think you’re doing a great job considering she actually listened.” You offered before bending back down to get the drink tray with the shakes.

Gareth planned on replying, but he was silenced by the sight of you bent over and the amount of leg coming out of the old practice cheer shorts you’d changed into. He watched you stand and bump the door with your hip to close it.

“C’mon Gare, shakes are melting.” You said, taking a few steps towards his house.

He nodded and followed wordlessly. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

As you and his sisters settled into the table Gareth apologized again that his sisters threw a fit to both sit next to you.

“They’re fine, Gareth. Tell your brother to stop worrying so much, Lori.”

“Yeah, stop worrying that much.” She sassed, making you laugh and Gareth roll his eyes.

“I don’t know how Clara expects me to help her with her food all the way over there.” He gave the youngest girl a look as if to say ‘didn’t think of that, did you’.

“I’ve got it. It’s just chicken and fries. She’s safe in my care.” You assured him as you opened the small styrofoam container to start tearing the strips into more manageable pieces for a two year old

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to.” He replied sincerely.

You sighed and turned to look at him. “Gareth, it’s okay to let people do stuff for you. If I minded I wouldn’t be doing it. Do you trust that?”

He was at a loss for words, only nodding in response.

“Good. Now eat your burger before it gets cold.” You instructed as you finished tearing the chicken. “One at a time, Clara. Don’t put another in your mouth until the first one is all gone, okay?”

The small girl with white curly hair and bright blue doe eyes nodded, reaching for a piece of her chicken.

You popped a fry into your mouth, fully ready to dive into your burger when there was a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Lori looking at you with a pout.

“Can you do my chicken too? Pretty please.” She looked like she was scared you would say no.

“Of course, baby doll! Let me see.” You pulled her plate over to you and started ripping the chicken into bits.

“Lori, you eat strips all the time.” Gareth stated after swallowing a bite of his burger.

“Gareth, eat your burger and let her be. She wants my attention and that’s okay.” You assured him, cutting your eyes over to look at him across the table without moving your head very much.

“But your food is going to get cold.” He urged as you took on the second strip.

“We’ll call it practice for being a real mom one day. Cold food, cold coffee, hot ice cream.”

“Ew! Hot ice cream!” Lori laughed as you pushed her plate back towards her.

You couldn’t help but join in. Her laugh is tinkly like a fairy, contagious.

“Okay, alright, I won’t say anything else.” He raised his hands in surrender before going back to his food.

The rest of the meal went by quietly, ending with you spooning the girls' shared shake into separate cups.

Once dessert was had, it was bath time, resulting in your cheer camp t-shirt getting soaking wet.

“I am so sorry. Let me get you a shirt.” Gareth was red from embarrassment.

You, however, were still smiling. “Okay, Gare. I’ll get them dried off and changed, then I’ll come find you about the shirt.”

He nodded and left the bathroom.

“Are you my brother’s girlfriend?” Lori asked once she was sure Gareth was gone.

You giggled a bit and shook your head as you pulled her nightgown over her head. “No, baby doll, I’m not. We go to school together. He’s my friend.”

She nodded and her face twisted in thought. “Will you be his girlfriend?”

You gave her a soft smile. “Yeah, I hope so one day.” You winked at her before turning to help Clara into her nightgown. “Why don’t you girls go down stairs to the couch while I go find Gareth and change, hm?”

Lori nodded and took Clara’s hand to lead her away.

You sighed and pushed yourself from the floor.

It didn’t take much to figure out which door belonged to Gareth. He had various band stickers and drawings on the door. You knocked twice.

“Come in!” He called as he snagged his favorite Motley Crue shirt from the hanger. It may or may not have been for a fantasy he had not too long ago.

You opened the door and stepped in. “Hey, I sent the girls downstairs to get settled. Just came to grab the shirt. It’s starting to get a little chilly.” You chuckled at the end, leaning against the wall.

“Okay, great. Um, you can change here if you want. I can go get the movie ready.”

You nodded and stepped further into the room. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll be down in just a second.” You said taking the worn material from his hands. Once the door clicked closed you pulled your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra which was soaked through. You hoped the shirt would be big enough that the lack of bra wouldn’t be noticeable. What you didn’t think about though, was leaving the pile of damp clothes at the foot of the bed before walking out of the room and down stairs.

“Can I sit with you!” Lori yelled as she saw you finally descend the stairs.

“Of course, baby doll.” You smiled, glancing over at Gareth who managed to go a deep shade of red.

Maybe putting you into that shirt was one of his less than stellar ideas. His mind wandered back to the dream he had the other night of you, in the shirt, on top of him- He stopped his thoughts immediately before they became too much.

You settled next to him and let Lori climb into your lap as Gareth hit play on the Care Bears movie. You ran your fingers through the six year olds hair, eventually braiding it into a nice french braid before she fell asleep. You looked over to Clara who was dead asleep in Gareth’s lap.

He looked over at you and then up the stairs. “They won’t wake. They sleep pretty hard. Wanna take them up and get started?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled as you got a better grip on Lori. You followed Gareth up the stairs and pushed open Lori’s bedroom door. You laid her down gently in her princess bed sheets and covered her up before heading back to the hall to meet Gareth.

“You’re really good with them, you know.” He said, leading you back down the stairs and turning the light on.

“If I don’t go into art, I want to teach little ones.” You said, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“You could be the art teacher for the little ones.” Gareth offered. “Best of both worlds.”

“You’re so smart, you know that? That never crossed my mind.” You laughed a little, not believing you’d not thought of it before.

Gareth smiles as he bumped your shoulder. “Thanks. And when you do become an art teacher for little ones, make sure you credit me.” He winked before sitting on the floor at the coffee table.

You sat across from him, rolling your eyes at his joke. “I’ll put your name on the degree.” You said sarcastically as you pulled the questionnaire sheet from the spiral notebook.

Both of you took a second to look over the sheet before you spoke again.

“These are bullshit questions.” You said passively as you looked up from the bullet point asking ‘What is your partner’s favorite color.’

“Why do you say that?” He asked, putting his sheet down on the table.

You sighed and tapped your pen on your lip and you thought. “If I’m supposed to make an art piece based on you, what good is knowing your favorite food and color? I mean do I just draw a red cheeseburger? It’s so basic. Art is supposed to make you think. Make you feel something.” You emphasized before laying back on the floor.

Gareth laughed and scooted around to your side of the table to lay next to you. “You have a point, but how do you know my favorite color is red? I never told you.”

You turned your head to look at him rather than the ceiling. “I’ve lived 50 yards from you my whole life, we went to the same daycare, elementary, middle, and high school. Red is one of the few colors in your color palette. People don’t wear colors they don’t like.” You studied his face, taking in every freckle, every developing laugh line, every shade of blue and green in his eyes for the hundredth time, only this time you were much closer. It had much more of an effect on you.

“You’re very observant, you know.” His mouth ticked up into a lopsided smile as his eyes darted around your face.

“Which is you telling me that I’m right.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He laughed this time, making you smile. “You’re not as oblivious as you present yourself as. Why do you do that?” His brows furrowed as he questioned you.

You shrugged, debating your answer for a moment. “I do what I have to in order to make it where I want to go. You present yourself as a dark, twisty guy who doesn’t care about anything, yet you’ve got smile lines and you’re amazingly sweet with your sisters. Why do you do that?” You challenged with a playful smile.

“Self preservation. I’m a weird kid and if I come off as someone who’s easy to mess with, life would be a whole lot worse. So I keep myself far away from the people who don’t deserve to know me.” He explained, his eyes holding a look that you couldn’t quite place.

Before you could stop yourself you asked, “Do I deserve to know you?”

His eyes that held your gaze flickered down to your lips and back up. “Yeah. Do I deserve to know you?”

You nodded, unable to resist the urge to reach over and rest your hand on the side of his face.

The moment was quiet, intimate, and gone far too quickly as his mom and stepdad came into the house.

“Gareth, whose car is in the drive-“ his mothers voice cut off as she walked in on the innocent scene because she could feel the tension between her son and the girl laying on the floor.

You snatched your hand away quickly and looked at the woman in the doorway, praying she wouldn’t berate you for being there.

“Mom. Hey. I told you Y/N was coming by for the art project.” He was red, not from a blush but from panic. His heartbeat was thundering in his ears so loud he thought it must have been audible.

She nodded and smirked. “Alright, well, carry on then.” She turned and walked into the kitchen where her husband was digging around in the pantry. “They’re going to get married. I’m calling it now.”

“Gwen, you can’t be serious. You haven’t even spoken to the girl.” He turned to look at her before glancing through the doorway to see the girl in question gathering her things.

“A mother knows.” She patted his chest and gave him the look. The look that said you-know-I’m-right.

Gareth walked with you out the door and to your car. “I’ll see you on Monday. Be careful.” He opened your door for you and watched you get in.

“If I wreck going three houses down the street, I probably don’t need a license.” You joked as you looked up at him, taking in the way the moonlight bounced off of the high points of his face.

“Be careful.” His tone was a bit more authoritative than before, making your insides turn.

“I will be.” You promised before smirking. “Do you want me to call you when I get there so you know I got in okay?” You teased lightly, making him roll his eyes.

“Just for that, I sure do. If my phone’s not ringing in 5 minutes I’m coming down there.” He was smiling, laughing at the way you scrunched up your nose at him before sticking your tongue out.

“Maybe I won’t call then.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I guess you’ll find out.”

“I guess I will.” He winked and closed the door to your car before walking towards the door. He stood there, watching you back out of the driveway thinking about how easy it was with you. It was easy to be himself. He finally went inside to wait for your call.

[beatingheart-bride]

With all of the Paces' encouragements, Emily hesitantly stepped forward and retrieved the bottle from the medical cooler and brought it back to the table with her just as Randall and his parents had sat down with their own meals.

Sheepishly, she took small sips from the bottle, like any human would. Her stomach ached with hunger, but she was sure take her time and not gulp it down all at once, not wishing to appear ravenous. Somehow, she hoped that the casual way she sipped from the glass bottle would help distract from its morbid contents. As she drank, she cautiously watched the Paces, looking for any trace of discomfort in June's and Wilhelm's eyes. To her surprise, she found none.

"I, um, wonder where those crooks are now," she remarked,wishing to distract herself from her nerves. "I wonder if they've told anyone about what they saw that night?"

@beatingheart-bride

"Of course we did," Randall replied with a shy smile, as he leaned over to press a loving kiss to her cheek, adding, "I just...didn't think it'd be fair, y'know, for us to sit down and eat and you not getting a chance to, I-I don't want you to have to go hungry..." Especially since she couldn't partake in family dinner, it seemed wrong for them to eat in front of her, without making sure she had at least a little something!

"Do whatever makes you comfortable, dear," June reassured, not wanting to shoo Emily out of the room while she drank her meal-it was how she ate, what she had to do to survive, and no one could fault her for that. If she were to be completely honest, June had the distinct feeling that she'd seen much worse at work as a nurse (even a pediatric one)-a little blood, even being drank, wouldn't rattle her too much, she felt.

And although he didn't voice it, Wilhelm felt similarly: He'd seen some pretty nasty injuries his coworkers had sustained on the job when things went awry, and even before that, he had long been accustomed to some of the less-than-palatable sights that came with growing up on a farm, the sorts of things people didn't think about when they looked at their supermarket-purchased meat and poultry and so on. Thus, if Emily was comfortable eating around them, he'd be comfortable with that.

And of course, Randall had already seen Emily drink before-he wasn't bothered then, and he knew he wouldn't be bothered now...

[nicascurls]

Breaking The Dollhouse - Chapter Six

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: What would have happened if Junior survived and was taken by Tiffany from the hospital? What would that mean for Junior and Nica over the next year?

Notes: I'm back with another chapter! It is sad at the beginning but there is fluff as you get towards the end, I promise. Jennifer will be introduced either in the next chapter or the one after, depending on how much I write.

Tags: @barclaysangel @fairchilds-glasses @streets-in-paradise @high-functioning-fang1rl @thedreemer-artrequestsopen

Junior’s eyes snapped open in an instant, immediately scanning the room. But nothing was different. Sure, it was a little more difficult to tell but as he squinted through the darkness he could make out the shapes of the various pieces of pink furniture that were scattered around the room. He could feel the familiar fluffy blanket under his fingertips and sure enough, he was able to reach out and turn on the lamp that sat on the bedside table. 

Yet in the newly illuminated room, he still couldn’t figure out what had woken him up. It’s not as if he had slept more than usual recently or that he had a nightmare. In fact, it had been one of the rare occasions where he was sleeping peacefully and Nica was still fast asleep, right?

He thought he had felt her move briefly when he woke up but she was still now and still breathing regularly… Or not. Shit!

Junior leaned ever so slightly closer, praying to the gods that it was just his imagination but no. It looked as if Nica was holding her breath, the same way she did when Tiffany had Chucky take control of her body. Preparing herself for the pain and torment she was no doubt going to suffer trapped within her own mind. 

Is that what was happening now? Junior’s blood ran cold at the thought, Could Chucky take over in her sleep? Nica had definitely been afraid of that in the past but it had never happened…

The fingers on Nica’s exposed hand began to twitch and Junior instantly flinched and shrunk back.

“Nica?” He tried desperately to keep his voice steady, it looked as if her? his? breathing was returning to normal. He tried once more, “Nica?”

Nica’s shoulders tensed as she held her breath again and suddenly her arms jolted violently as a small whimper escaped her lips.

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She was back there again, she knew it. She could hear the high pitched whine of the machines around her, feel the restraints around her wrists and the familiar sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. It’s gonna hurt- it always hurts.

How the hell is she back here? 

Oh gods, where is Junior? The fear struck her instantly. No, no no! They can’t have taken him too! This isn’t how it was supposed to go. I need to protect him. I can’t let them hurt him, not like they hurt Alice. It was supposed to be different!

Nica desperately tried to pull against the restraints but her body would not obey, her arms wouldn’t move at all. She needed to get out! She had to find Junior! Tears began to well in her eyes. 

Just fucking MOVE! You can’t fail again! The tears began to spill over and a small sob broke through. She squeezed her eyes closed in a desperate attempt to hold in the rest of the tears, she needed to get a grip. Crying won’t help her find a way out.

“Just try to relax, Nica.” She knew that voice, it was the same smug tone that had haunted her for four and a half years. Her eyes sprung open as she desperately hoped that she was wrong, she was just paranoid, it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be, Chucky killed him. 

But there he was, the same grey hair and superior smirk, the same calm demeanour. The one that was never comforting, he wasn’t calm because he knew how to help, he was calm because he knew he was in charge, he had the power and he revelled in it. She immediately felt the familiar touch of the cool metal against her temples and closed her eyes once more as a final attempt to block out the pain she was about to feel.

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Junior watched helplessly as Nica’s arms continued to jolt, he was frozen in place completely unsure of what was happening or what he should do. He just kept his eyes fixed on her as she slowly relaxed again. Junior stayed where he was for a moment, he knew Nica would never forgive herself if Chucky attacked him whilst possessing her body, he didn’t want to risk it. He did his best to keep as much distance as possible as he reached out with one hand to shake her shoulder.

“Nica. Can you hear me?” He only got a whimper in response before the woman began to jolt again and it wasn’t stopping this time. 

He jumped back unsure of what else to do, he had to help her but had no clue how. He couldn’t wake up Tiffany, then he would have to explain why he was in Nica’s room, how he got in, who knows what Tiffany would do if she found out? He certainly couldn’t call 911, they’d only lock her away again but he couldn’t let her die either. 

I’ve already lost mom, I can't lose her too!

He moved closer again. What if it’s some kind of seizure?! He certainly didn’t know what to do if it was, he just needed her to wake up.

“Nica!” He resumed shaking her arm again, this time with both hands, “Nica! Come on, I need you to wake up!” He was so frantic, he couldn’t tell how much Nica was moving anymore and how much he was causing. “Please, Nica. You have to wake up! I can’t lose you too. Please, mom!”

With a final jolt Nica’s eyes opened wide as she let out a gasp, immediately sitting up, her eyes entirely unfocused. 

“Nica!” Junior gasped in relief as he moved to hold her hands but Nica immediately recoiled at the contact, trying to wrestle away from anything that was touching her, almost hyperventilating and clearly still fighting off whatever she had faced in her dream. Junior shifts his attention to the cover Nica is trying to remove from herself, talking to her all the while, “It was just a dream. It’s okay, Nica. I’m here.” And I called you Mom. He decided to focus on that later, he had too many feelings to process right now.

“Junior?” Nica’s voice was small but as he looked up he saw how her eyes finally seemed focused, she had stopped moving so urgently and had started to breathe properly again.

“Are you okay?” His question was hesitant and Nica only responded by wrapping her arms around his shoulders, something he happily returned. He could hear Nica mumble to herself as she continued to hold him, “You’re here. Are you alright?” she instantly pulled back, placing her hands on his cheeks and scanning his body for injuries, “Are you hurt?”

“What- No. Why would I be hurt? Nothing has changed since a few hours ago…” She paused for a second.

“Right. Yeah. It was just a dream.”

“Are you sure it was just a dream?” The immediate look of concern on Nica’s face made him realise that he probably should have worded that better, “Sorry- I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… you were moving.”

“Moving?”

“No, that’s probably not the best word for it. Kinda flinching? Or Jolting? It looked kinda like- I don’t know. Some kind of seizure, maybe?”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry. I doubt it was anything like that. It was just… a reaction to the dream. I’m fine now, I promise.” Junior wanted to believe Nica but there was no missing the lingering fear behind her eyes.

“Do- do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s okay, you shouldn’t have to hear about that. It’s not fair to you.” I can’t have him think I'm weak and can’t protect him.

“I’m okay with it. Plus, you listened to all the shit about my dad. I want to do the same for you.” 

You can’t tell him! …But he hates secrets! She took a deep breath as she weighed out her options.

“Okay. As long as you’re sure you want to hear it. It’s not pretty.”

“I’m sure.” Another deep breath.

“Alright.”

Junior had to fight to compose himself, whether that was to stop himself from crying or stop himself from killing someone else, he wasn’t sure. He’s moving towards some degree of both. HOW FUCKING DARE THEY TREAT NICA LIKE THAT?! They could have fucking killed her! They almost did a few times by the sound of it! They must have known about Nica’s heart. They had to they were fucking doctors! And to talk about her as if she was a fucking object when she was right there. A GODDAMN PINCUSHION?! He could feel himself start to shake.

“Chucky must have killed those bastards.” He looked to Nica for confirmation, “He did, right?”

“No.” It only came out as a whisper. It was a good thing that Chucky hadn’t, they had been horrible to her but they also believed that she had murdered her whole family in cold blood. That didn’t warrant them being brutally murdered and taken from their families. 

You wish I had killed 'em though, huh?

Of course I don’t! That’s just because of you deciding to use my body as a damn puppet! That had to be the reason for the rising bitterness that was threatening to surface.

She hadn’t told Junior about Dr Foley yet, not specifically or in relation to his frequent ‘sessions’ with her. She’d tell him one day, but not yet. That’s way too much to put on a kid, especially when he’s still being held captive. One day, when they’re both free and safe, then she’ll tell him but not yet. So she cleared her throat and proceeded to clarify the other facts with Junior. 

“Those doctors, or nurses, I'm not sure. Anyway, they worked at Lochmoor, the maximum security place I was kept at for almost all the time. Chucky and Tiffany turned up after I was transferred to Harrogate since it was medium security. Apparently I wasn't allowed visitors at Lochmoor but I'm not sure how true that actually was.”

“So they just got away with all of it?!”

Nica gave a shrug. “I don’t know. Even leaving Harrogate, Chucky was in control, it’s all a blur. The last thing I remember from being in Harrogate was one of the nurses, Carlos, he walked into the room to see me in a straight jacket and three living dolls around me. I yelled for him to run but it wasn’t enough, all three of the dolls attacked him… He was- well, it was sorta complicated but he was kinder than most of the staff I came across. Probably the kindest, actually.”

Junior immediately moved himself back beside Nica, leaning his head on her shoulder, “I'm sorry. He didn’t deserve that…”

“Most people Chucky kills don’t deserve what happened to them, as well as the ones who survived.”

“Not just Chucky,” he whispered, “Tiffany too, anyone else who has helped them and those assholes who locked you away and hurt you.” Nica began stroking his hair again as she gently shushed him.

“I’m not there anymore, and one day, hopefully soon, we won’t be here either. You’ll be able to see your cousin and friends again, explore, do whatever you want to do. I’ll find a way to get you a guitar, you can finally learn to play…”

Junior could picture it now, a small, warmly decorated home, nowhere near as grand as the house he grew up in but that’s what would make it a home. He wouldn’t feel distanced or as if everything had to be perfect all the time, he could have his own room, one he could actually decorate himself. With Greek mythology books covering the shelves and his own guitar in the corner, his own colourful clothes and comfy ones and Nica would have a real home again. Where she could move around and do what she wanted when she wanted to do so. The image was perfect, he only wished it didn’t feel so far away right now. 

“Junbug?” Nica’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Yeah” 

“I’m sorry if my dream scared you. I think I heard you as I was beginning to wake up.” Oh, shit!

“It’s okay, it’s not like you could stop it. I was just worried you were hurt or something, why? What did you think you heard?”

“I thought- You don’t need to worry about it, it was probably just some weird dream thing. I could hear you calling my name, then at one point, I thought I heard you say ‘mom’. But as I said, probably just a weird dream thing…”

“It wasn’t a dream thing. I- I did call you mom. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just panicked and you weren’t waking up, I didn’t mean to make things weird or ruin anything-”

“Woah! Hey, honey.” The woman turned herself to fully face him once again. “You don’t need to apologise, okay? You were afraid, I don’t mind.” A look of confusion covered his face.

“You don’t mind if I call you mom?”

“Uh, I mean, only if it’s something you’re comfortable with. I’m perfectly happy with Nica too, I know you don’t like having to refer to Tiffany as ‘mom’. I just want you to feel as safe as possible, given the current circumstances.” 

Junior took a few deep breaths, slowly making his way through his thoughts. He hated having to call Tiffany his mother, she wasn't, he had a mom and Tiffany played a role in taking her away from him. Nica wasn’t his mom either, not by blood. But she made him feel safe the way his mom did, and could tell when he wanted confort when he didn’t dare ask for it. She validated his interests the same way and always did everything she could to get through to him and make sure he didn’t feel as if he was suffering alone. His mom would have wanted that for him, even if she wasn’t able to do it herself.

“I- I think I would like to call you mom sometimes. As long as you don’t mind…” 

Nica was smiling warmly at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, “I don’t mind at all, baby.”

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Shrek 3 and 4

The wild gendered expectations they have on Pinocchio to hate dinner theatre LMAO

"I am the rightful King of Far Far Away." On what grounds, Prince Charming?

Why does Shrek have to do all the knighting and christening of boats when Fiona is the royal heir? Even in Shrek we cannot escape the misogyny of inheritance laws

"Imagine an Ogre baby. They extra cry, and they extra poop." This is unfortunate foreshadowing for how many babies they're gonna have

"I am proud to call you my Frog-King Dad-in-Law." Ghkjhgkjhg Shrek is as preoccupied with Harold being a frog as Harold was with him being an Ogre

"You and Fiona are next in line for the throne." Again, I feel like Fiona has this whole like, princess her whole life thing going for her. Why does Shrek need to be ruling in any way

NOT KING HAROLD BEING SENT TO REST IN YE OLDE FOOT LOCKER BOX:

Why has Doris been thrown out of the bar!! Who is Mabel!!

"And you, Frumpypigskin." "Rumplestiltskin." "Where's that firstborn you were promised?" I think this is supposed to be foreshadowing for the next Shrek movie

"How does it happen?" said Donkey, as if he did not have at least five children (six if we count the missing baby, whose name is apparently Éclair)

"My stomach aches and my palm just got sweaty. Must be a high school." Relatable. Also the implication that Shrek went to high school. Was it an Ogre high school or a general high school for fairytale creatures

"My friend Tiffany thinkest thou vex her so soothly. And she thought perchance you would ask her to the homecoming dance." Tiffany confirming that the Shrekfucker community is alive and well

Not Arthur Pendragon being bullied by the nerds omg

Fgjkhkghkgjh Guin being repulsed by Arthur. Rough

I guess we know where Doris is!! At Fiona's baby shower

"I got you the biggest one, because I love you the most." HAHAHAHA not Snow White giving Fiona a PERSON as a present

HAHAHAHAHA I love Pinnochio double negativing Charming into confusion

"He'll never fall for your tricks!" [Nose grows] Pinocchio knows Shrek is very gullible

Most of Shrek's problems are related to just being too strong to handle his own body

How long does Shrek think he can hide the fact there are other heirs to the throne. Does he think if he waits til they're in Far Far Away, Artie won't turn back?

"Somebody help! I've been kidnapped by a monster trying to relate to me." This movie strongly feels like it was written by the parent of a teenager LMAO

"Please leave any bad vibes outside the healing vortex." Me trying to talk to my parents

"My dad wasn't really the fatherly type either." 1) The plot of this movie is simply Daddy Issues: Shrek Edition and 2) Are we finally going to find out where some of the other Ogres are?

I guess we have taken until the third movie to confirm that some, if not most, Ogres, are pro-eating each other, at least. Shrek's father said, I put you in this world, I can take you out

"People used to think I was a monster. And for a long time, I believed them. But after a while, you learn to ignore the names that people call you, and you just trust who you are." SOMETHING SOMETHING METAPHORS FOR OPPRESSION SOMETHING SOMETHING MY HEART

"That Charming makes me hotter than July." Why did Rapunzel say 'ew,' isn't she the one that Charming calls Kitten Whiskers lmao

Update from 30 seconds later: I got an immediate answer to this question in the form of Rapunzel betraying them

Also: Is the topiary supposed to be Lillian or is the implication Charming's first act in this coup was to replace the garden sculptures jkhgkjhg. I've been thinking it for a while but Lillian and Charming really do have the same hair and general face shape:

"Shrek will be back soon, and you'll be sorry." Fiona why do you need Shrek, you can take out a band of ten Merry Men by yourself!! Are you hesitant to fight because you're pregnant? This movie should really be about Fiona and not Shrek

"Get yourself back to Worcestershire, kid." Bold of them to choose this name for Artie's hometown hahahah

HAHAHAHA Artie defeats Merlin's magical insecurities by having a tantrum

Efhjkfhkfjh the implication that Donkey has been suppressing his inner heehaw for two whole movies. Poor Puss in Boots

"He's a star, people! Hello? I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Shrek." Artie's best quality as a leader is his ability to think on his feet

"I wasn't right for the job. I just needed some fool to replace me." IT'S A GOOD THING YOU'RE NOT THE ROYAL HEIR OF FAR FAR AWAY SHREK, FIONA IS! IT'S HER THRONE AND HER DECISION, U DINK

Shout-out to Cinderella's slowly dwindling mental health, she's got some of the most labour-intense and psychologically difficult backstory kghkhjg

Oh hell yeah Julie Andrews as Mama Lillian showing where Fiona got her fighting skills

"Okay girls, from here on out, we're gonna take care of business ourselves." AS THEY SHOULD!

HAHAHAHAH Snow White's singing scene is all I remember from this movie. Get 'em girls!!!

Cinderella throwing her glass shoe, Sleeping Beauty tripping them with her narcolepsy, Doris tripping the men up with her leg that didn't fit into the shoe. I love that the mechanisms of their fighting are the same as their confines in the story

"Shrek only said those things to protect you." And because they were true! He was also dishonest with Arthur lmao

Awwww the Shrek fan club in the audience. He really is a beloved by the people, in his way

"If you don't mind, could you kill me, and then sing?" Charming really should've put a muzzle on Shrek if he wanted him to be a silent participant in this play

Shrek's strongest asset by far is the community of people he and Fiona have built (the fairy tale creatures, the princesses, Doris, the dragon, the citizens of Far Far Away)

"Don't you ever wish you could be something else [other than a villain]?" Arthur yet again comes through with his gift of gab

"What Steve's trying to say is it's hard to come by honest work when the whole world's against you." Steve and Ed the Evil Trees raise very point

"I grow daffodils, and they're beautiful." Love this for Captain Hook

"It's yours if you want, you know. But this time it's your choice." WHY IS IT NOT FIONA'S CHOICE!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE NOT THE PRINCE, SHREK!!!!

You know, if the only remaining complication of switching bodies is losing your tail for a bit, that's not the worst

"I think the kid's going to be a great king." "Well, for what it's worth, you would have too." SO WOULD YOU, FIONA, AS HEIR TO THIS KINGDOM!!!! Raised as a princess!! The plot of this movie is so bizarre

I love how much Lillian loves her weird little family. No Judgement Mum

Tag yourself, I'm the "Where's the Baby" Dwarf kjghjghjh

Well, even if it's not something Fiona specifically identified as wanting for herself instead of ruling, I'm happy they get to have their happy little family in the swamp and a nap

Onto: Shrek 4

I will not lie to you, I am mostly watching the fourth Shrek because I went to Shrek trivia and we missed a bunch of questions related to the fourth movie LOL

Why does the animation look so funky in this one? It's giving a bit of Monster by Mistake/direct-to-video sequel

How are Shrek's babies old enough to speak but Donkey's still look the same even though they're at least 9 months older?

Is the plot of this, much like the second Incredibles movie, 'I can't believe that I, a father, have to parent'

I know people have been committing Ogre Microaggressions all day and that he wasn't the first to destroy the cake (Donkey licked and the Pigs ate the first one) but what kind of a father destroys his own children's birthday cake. Get some therapy, Shrek

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, it's not like you're a real Ogre. You spent half your life in a palace." "And the other half locked away in a tower." 1) What a thing to say to someone who became an ogre permanently FOR YOU, and 2) She got a point there, Shrek

"You have three beautiful children, a wife who loves you, friends who adore you. You have everything." Shrek said: God Fiona, have you ever heard of an introvert

Lmao @ this movie retconning the fact that Shrek and Rumplestiltskin have already encountered each other when Arthur took the throne

Shrek representing the very real experience of not reading the terms and conditions every time you sign off:

"It's me, Shrek, your best friend." After four movies Shrek finally admits that Donkey is his best friend hahaha

Gingey being in a cookie fighting league jkhfkfh on brand for him

Why is there such a large proportion of witches in Rumpelstiltskin's palace hahaha, I get that there were more than a few, but Rumpelstiltskin seems to hang with witches exclusively?

"I ended Fiona's curse." Technically yes, but did u really Shrek? You just ended the switcheroo to her original human form, not the resultant transformation

I gotta say, the soundtrack moments in this film are so far a lot weaker, BUT I do love Shrek rescuing Donkey, His Best Friend Who Doesn't Know Him, and covering his eyes as they go through the roof:

As if to challenge me on that last point, they had Shrek sing an off-key rendition of "You've Got a Friend," which was delightful

Donkey looks particularly off in this movie and I've just realized it's because of the texture of his fur. It was smooth and growing in a similar direction for three movies, and now it's super coarse and messy

"You should never sign a contract with Rumpelstiltskin." Not Donkey having more common sense than Shrek HAHA

"You gonna have to take me to dinner first." I will take this as Donkey coming out as bisexual

"Fate has delivered us a comrade-in arms and for that we are thankful." The implication that Ogres do have a society and Shrek just chooses to never interact with them bc HIS FAMILY is the only one who loves terrorizing is VERY FUNNY

I love how Shrek also seems to be one of the smallest Ogres. Little man

I thought the idea of Fiona staying an Ogre was for her to subvert the beauty standard (which like, another conversation, 'cause she looks fine as an ogre) but they had to make a point of her being a sexy warrior ogre HAHA:

(I can see why this film didn't do that well with audiences)

Why is Fiona the ONLY female ogre? Where are the women!!

"Well, I see who wears the chainmail in your family," said Donkey, both correct about Fiona's fighting prowess and unaware that his wife is a Dragon ten times his size

Took me a sec to realize why the water would be threatening to the witches kjhgjghjgh (not poison, just dealing with Dorthy Dousing Disease)

OHHH Cookie is an Ogre who loves cooking, I had wondered about that in the Shrek trivia

"Shrek, do my babies have hooves or talons?" Donkey is SO excited to be a father!! I love that for him

Lmao @ them suggesting Shrek stresses Puss into being physically fit with the fights he causes

"[Candy]'d work on me." I guess there is another woman Ogre, but not with a scanty outfit! Only Fiona gets Ogregectification

I do love the falling in love while sparring. Couples MMA league:

I love that Puss in Boots is immediately Team Shrek/Fiona

"You are a catastrophe." "And you, are re-donkulous." [Shared laughter] Hahaha I like that the only obstacle in Puss and Donkey's friendship was they needed to meet sooner to avoid the competition for Shrek's attention

"I can't believe I let this happen, and it's all because of you." In fairness to Shrek, no one could see inside the carriage

They spent the entire animation budget on this frame of Puss in Boots:

I do like them subverting the expectation that just a kiss would solve their problems when love is what they need

"Then where were you, when I needed you?" Thinking of ways to become an absentee father

"Please stay tuned for a message from our tyrannical dictator." I wish all political announcements were this honest

There is something fun about the circling back to Shrek 1 Mob

"If your life was so perfect, why'd you sign it all away to Rumpelstiltskin in the first place?" "Because I didn't know what I had until it was gone, alright?!" Fiona even reminded you! Get some therapy Shrek

"What are you talking 'bout, cracker?" I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GOT AWAY WITH PUTTING THIS IN A CHILDREN'S MOVIE (point of clarification: It was said to the Gingerbread Man)

DID PUSS IN BOOTS JUST KILL GINGEY???? AH?????

"I'm just a frightened old man." "Don't listen to him, these Ogres are crafty." "That is your father painted green." Pinocchio finally gets his revenge on his dad for selling him to the Duloc Guards hahahaha

Shrek giving up his freedom to save the other Ogres 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Nobody's smart but me," said Rumpelstiltskin, while leaving the only two people who could break his spell together to fall in love:

HAHAHAHAA how could they have Trojan Horse'd Rumpelstiltskin SO QUICKLY after being freed?? It is the SAME NIGHT, 2 MOVIE MINUTES LATER:

"I'll call you! We're in love." If there's one thing Donkey is willing to do, it's commit to the bit

I love that the way they keep Dragon at bay is both a callback to the first movie and a callback to the phrase Fiona has tied knots with throughout the movie. A rare moment of good writing it in this funny little movie

I guess in lieu of Shrek's other friends knowing him, it's an Ogre-only revolution

"Looks like we're having curly-toed weirdo for breakfast." So ogres eat ogres AND people. Four movies for someone to confirm it explicitly!!

"You know what the best part of today was? I got the chance to fall in love with all over again." A very sweet reflection about a problem Shrek caused himself

Lillian is genuinely so accepting of her bizarre family 💞 She doesn't care if she married a frog or if her grandkids are ogres

I can't believe they saved two of the best soundtrack songs and this fun character montage of moments throughout the series for the end credits!

Overall, I would say I prefer the first three Shrek movies (and especially the first two) but if they put out another one, I would probably watch it LOL

[kaisacobra]

need a part two !! all about revenge but with a happy ending😭 this would’ve such a good series. readers dynamic with mindy and sam is so interesting to me. both mindy and sam loving tara so much but knowing how much tara hurts reader.. PAIN. i see ppl in the comments talking about sam and reader being a possibility but i feel like that’s kind of out of left field. i totally see sam and reader being more like family because of tara and sams just really appreciative of reader and seeings her as another little sister she wants to protect but it’s hard because she has to protect her from tara so mindy does it. and mindy and sam totally give each other looks whenever something particularly unfair goes on between r and tara. it’s like a car wreck where they just can’t look away. i think it’d be cool to see the aftermath though. maybe reader finally gains self respect and tries to move on (even tho i think it’d be difficult after loving someone for so long). i wonder how tara would react to it, the regret she’d feel would just tumble over and she’d want to think she was right in everything all along but no one’s backing her up and she’s likes oh shit i made a mistake and do need help. also think it’d be interesting to see reader and quinn maybe develop a relationship even if it isn’t serious. like them just fooling around do reader has a distraction and quinn would know. god knows reader isn’t ready for anything serious and quinn, being ghostface, well this would be a perfect opportunity to drive the relationship between tara and reader even more into the mud. quinn would totally be like “she never appreciated you. and you deserve so much better” to reader and r would be agreeing with her but still defending tara. and tara would be all jealous and she’s forced to see it cause r has a roommate so they can’t go to their room and quinn lives with tara so she cant escape seeing them together. and when quinn reveals herself she’d totally make fun of the relationship and be like “and don’t even get me started on r because even when we were together all she could talk about was u, tara” and she’d spit taras words back at her and be like “you’re right she is pathetic. there’s no wonder you kept her around with how she’d follow ur every move/i get why you’d be tired of her bc she was so obsessed with you” and tara would be shocked at the cruel words and hurt because she realizes that’s exactly what she said to reader. i feel like i won’t be seeing a happy ending cause there’s so much angst but i will be rooting for a happy ending ! sorry i’m rambling but it came to my head and i had to let this out. lmk ur thoughts idc if u think it’s bad lol

was this based off anything ? i kept thinking of second best by laufey but a million other songs ran through my head

Okay, first of all, i absolutely love long asks and I'm gonna make sure to answer this with the same energy🤠

I see people are starting to want happy endings too, huh🤨 While I don't think second best is gonna turn into a series, maybe I could make alternate endings for y'all

I do love Mindy and Sam's relationship with R because they balance each other out. Mindy stays by R's side because she knows Tara has Sam and Sam feels relieved that R is getting support from Mindy because she can't leave Tara

And yeah, i don't really see R getting with Sam on part two. However, since I love mixing characters from different universes that I've watched, I considered a lot putting Enid Sinclair (at least a version of her) as Tara's new "competition".

But I also have to say I love your idea of it being Quinn! Although I would make her more of a Tiffany Valentine (if you've seen Chucky) killer in a sense of being a passionate lover who's not afraid of hurting her partner

About it being based off anything, it's not really, at least not intentionally. Second best was actually supposed to be one of those "4 times and 1" where we would see the 4 times Tara put R second and the 1 time R had enough. I'm glad with the outcome though.

And I loved your thoughts! Honestly, you make great points and I'm happy that people seem excited for part 2🥰

[horrorgirlspoll]

ROUND 1

christiane & louise propaganda:

Christiane is the daughter of a doctor, whose face was disfigured in an accident; Louise is the doctor's assistant in helping restore Christiane's face. Louise is sort of like a kindly mom figure, & does things to "help" Christiane that she doesn't appreciate (AKA adbucting and operating on other women)(that's so mothercore). However, Louise is willing to do all this because she feels indebted to the Dr. Génessier himself. I think their clashing morals are neat! :•)

"isnt that nicachucky-" hey. dont worry about it. anyway nica & tiff propaganda:

Tiffany’s obsession with Nica throughout the show and the catharsis of Nica finally escaping and getting to safety after all of the horrible shit that Tiffany did to her is just chefs kiss

THE definition of "this is yuri bitches!!! take your sensitive ass back to yaoi!!!"

[steddiesrobin]

bff stobin x 90210 headcanons

it’s officially 1990, robin and steve are flipping through the five channels that they have and stumble upon the premiere of “Beverly Hills, 90210”

they watch the two part premiere and actually love it??

it’s nice to watch high schooler’s live a life that doesn’t include fighting monsters and simply be teenagers

robin and steve are both hardcore simping for kelly taylor.

steve hates steve. so much. every time steve sanders opens his mouth, steve (harrington) just yells “BOOOOO!!!!”

robin does the same

robin is convinced that there is something going on between brenda and kelly (she’s just like me fr)

episode four absolutely alters steve’s brain when luke perry as dylan mckay comes on screen

“rob… you can have kelly”

after episode four, it officially became routine that every wednesday the two would watch the new episodes

they could only watch the episodes with each other

on one of their 90210 nights, eddie is over, and he’s complaining that he doesn’t want to watch the “stupid rich kid soap opera”

but it’s very important to both steve and robin that they watch the episode

so eddie finally agrees

he ends up getting sucked in very quickly

“who is that? do we like her? why do we hate him? why are they doing that?”

eddie goes home that night and watches all the previous episodes

on halloween that year, steve, robin, eddie, and nancy decide to be the core four of 90210

robin as brenda, steve as brandon, nancy as kelly, and eddie as dylan

robin is a blushing, flustered, mess when she sees nancy in a blonde wig. it also doesn’t help that robin very much ships brenda and kelly

they all giggle at robin and eddie being brenda and dylan bc they’re the furthest thing from the relationship b & d have

steve and robin cry at brenda’s departure at the end of season four

a new crush unlocks for the both of them when tiffani amber thiessen as valerie malone is on the screen during the season 5 premiere

with the two of them getting older and having “real adult lives”, it’s harder to get the time to watch the new episodes when they air at night

there’s a new episode airing one night where steve couldn’t get that night off with robin

steve confirmed it would be okay to watch without him, but robin didn’t want to. she invited nancy over and they decided to watch it anyways because the cliffhanger from the past episode had them on edge

during this episode there was some type of message about not betraying your friends, which lead to robin having a breakdown. she called steve immediately.

“rob, it’s fine. i promise i’m okay with it– yes i know we always watch it with each other but i swear it is okay that you did without me.”

a few years later, it’s 1998 and season 8 is airing. steve is kind of over the show, so many plot lines and episodes it’s getting overwhelming. it’s also been eight years.

robin is still very hyper-fixated on 90210

but season 8 is WILD and steve gets hooked and refuses to miss ANY episodes (and almost gets fired from his job for taking nights off)

(spoilers if anyone hasn’t seen the show & is interested) with season 8 having plots of kelly getting shot, revealing valerie killed her father, and brandon & kelly almost* get married was quite insane. but one episode triggers something in them

there’s an episode where donna is being held hostage and threatened to be killed, which gives both steve and robin a bit of a ptsd attack; thinking back to the russians at scoops ahoy. this is what opens steve’s eyes as to why robin is still so attached to this show, it was to help her escape the trauma that they both went through years prior. steve had thought she’d move on, but seeing a character they’d both grown fond of and having been in that same situation, it was hard to watch.

skipping info abt season 9 and most of 10 due to the fact i barely remember those seasons (cuz they kinda sucked ngl), steve and robin make a whole event for the series finale in year 2000

the party is at robin and nancy’s place, since steve and eddie have gotten their own place (they live next door to each other.) the fruity four get decide to wear their 90210 fruity four halloween costumes from years prior, along with telling everyone else they invite to come in costume

(spoilers again) after 10 years of the show, this is an emotional night. everyone is spending their night watching donna martin and david silver finally get married. seeing characters that have left the show comeback for the finale made the night even more emotional.

seeing nat walk donna down the aisle made steve hardcore sob. like. his eyes were red and puffy.

the sobbing doesn’t stop when donna and david say their vows and tell each other “i do.” which leads to eddie getting down on one knee and proposing

steve truly cannot take anymore crying.

he says yes, obviously.

getting back to the episode, dylan and kelly are back together which comes to everyone yelling out “BOOOOO!” bc they’re dylan/kelly anti’s

the finale comes to an end and everyone is a jumble of emotions.

steve realizes that robin is crying. “rob, what’s wrong?” he asks her. “it’s just…” she starts, “i can’t believe it’s over. this made us closer than ever, i loved spending my 90210 nights with you, and with it being over and you now getting married… i don’t want to lose my best friend.” steve softly chuckles, “you’re not gonna lose me, rob. i’ll always be your best friend. i also live right next to you, if anything you’ll be begging to get rid of me.”

and that’s their night.

[elfdyke]

character descriptions below (includes spoilers)

Nica Pierce is an iconic lead from the Child’s Play franchise! She serves as the 3rd protagonist. She’s a 25 year old paraplegic woman who has dropped out of college, presumably to take care of her mentally unstable mother. Following the shocking presumed suicide of her mother, Nica proceeds to experience a night of horror that will change her life forever. She realizes that Chucky knew her mother before she had been born, and that he had become obsessed with her. When this didn’t work out, Chucky stabbed her mother in the stomach, causing complications that resulted in Nica’s paralysis. Despite nearly everyone in the house falling victim to Chucky, Nica perseveres, proving to be a truly iconic final girl.

However, four years later, as Nica is now in an insane asylum, after being wrongfully accused of the murder of her family, Chucky seeks her out again. This time however, he doesn’t attempt to kill her, instead possessing her, giving us the franchise’s first on screen human possession by Chucky!

Two weeks later, Nica is woken up by a shocking realization that her body has been puppeted around by Chucky, without her realizing it. Throughout the television show, Nica tries desperately to save herself and escape Chucky and Tiffany’s grasp, and only achieves this by the end of the second season. But luckily the TV show isn’t real so we don’t need to worry about that too much ^_^

Jojo serves as Fiona’s first ever film role. Down in the bayou, Jojo is a prostitute, just trying to make ends meet. When a local man named Beaux, hires her to help his mentally disabled brother Pemon celebrate his birthday, she obliges. On their date, she is shocked by Pemon’s genuine kindness and affection towards her, commenting how no one had ever given her flowers before. After being hired for a second time, Jojo shows up, but with the original payment from her first visit, saying she doesn’t need it anymore. Jojo genuinely cares for Pemon and seems to want to pursue a genuine relationship with him. However this is all cut short when Pemon’s ableist father catches them together, and kills Jojo in a rage, framing Pemon for her murder.

[fractualized]

Well, whatever the fuck is going on in Zdarsky's Batman right now doesn't make me feel great about the eventual reveal for the Jokers in The Man Who Stopped Laughing, but I enjoyed TMWSL #8 today and I'm going to focus on that and not how very fucking over the multiverse I am.

As always, spoilers for TMWSL ahead!

As much as I enjoyed last issue, I'm happy to catch up with who I still think of as Protagonist Joker. He's got that sad, half-dead underdog appeal! And he has a half-dead friend!

Grundyjokes lives!

They don’t have to be this cute. Why are they so cute in their weird little subterranean friendship.

You may remember, however, that the Joker in Los Angeles is, uh, not making friends.

Real original commentary, lady!

How much people across the country (or the world or the galaxy) are familiar with DC's heroes and villains changes depending on the needs of the story, but I think I prefer a world where their notoriety is more localized just for opportunities like this. lol

And so does Joker, who takes the opportunity to stab Manhunter and escape, before we’re back in the Gotham sewers with another Gotham creature, Killer Croc.

>:[ Joker, you're not gonna make more friends like this.

As Protagonist Joker antagonizes Waylon, LA Joker is desperately trying to not be in LA.

I thought the door lock was a funny beat, and then this happens.

Hee, classic.

Just when I think Mr. Waffles will finally come to the rescue...

Oh, perhaps Killer Moth is a friend? But this issue is cutting back and forth pretty often, and we’re back with a different Killer on the hunt.

Oh. Oh, that poor utility worker.

Just burning up to nothing behind Joker, who is still wearing the same damn underwear. But at least a lot of his hair is back!

Well, I certainly hope both of you aren't the result of another comic's multiversal nonsense that sure seems to be undermining your villain origin story in favor of making you more of a plot device than the character I enjoy BUT I SAID WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT

Anyway, Protagonist Joker passes out, leaving his fate for the next issue, and it's back to the west coast.

Though just when you think Killer Moth flew across the country to help Joker for some reason...

Oh, of course he's here for revenge. That makes more sense.

Moth, you have to know you're gonna regret this.

Hey, speaking of Jason!

That boy sure loves his Austen and Shakespeare and treatises on how violence is a tool exploited by the state.

A strange figure appears!

I'm not sure if more is happening here than a visual signal or what, but Tiffany is actually Barbara.

I'm going to assume it's Steph on the other end of the line just because of her previous appearance, and going by Barbara's last remark, I'm also wondering if this help for Jason is without Bruce's knowledge, but time will tell!

And then it's back to Los Angeles, and... ugh... the answer to why Mr. Waffles didn't come to Joker's rescue..

But Joker said "almost!" Waffles can recover!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO goddammit, I shouldn't have gotten attached. Buuuut maybe there’ll be a gag next time about how he’s barely hanging on??

... Also I wouldn’t hate it if Joker dragged poor Waffles around Weekend-at-Bernie's style.

Sigh. Alright. Onto the backer. Francavilla is back for the art! Hooray!

Joker's an especially sad clown in this one! And he's sick of all the fighting, so he comes up with an invention.

Of course Joker’s not gonna try out being good. Can’t you make out his badge?

The fact that the victim's head merely goes POP. I can't.

And the device works in the air! It works in the sea!

They had to put the "Superman created by" credit at the start of this story just so we could see Clark's head get obliterated.

I really try not to post too many full pages but lol these chyrons

Naturally, after Randolph Joker decides to go all-out with his device...

Holy unintended consequences, headless Batman!

Speaking of losing your head, don’t get too many bright ideas, Gaggy...

Joker decides to go with a different career opportunity.

Gotta love a good bookend! And look, it's Two-Face! Also is that a new Gaggy or a continuity error or what am I even saying it doesn’t matter

I'm not sure if the Joker duplicate in this story is his new life as a for-real clown or collectively all the shitty people he enabled... but this stupid @!#$?* mime is as unfulfilled as always, and isn't that what really matters? ✨

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb:

After her mother’s death, a teen pieces together the truth of her family’s past and what her mom was hiding from in this thriller that’s perfect for fans of Courtney Summers and Tiffany D. Jackson.

Harlow Ford has spent her entire life running, caught in her mother’s wake as they flit from town to town, hiding from a presence that Harlow isn’t even sure is real. In each new place, Harlow takes on a new name and personality, and each time they run, she leaves another piece of herself behind.

When Harlow and her mom set off on yet another 3 a.m. escape, they are involved in a car accident that leaves Harlow’s mother fatally wounded. Before she dies, she tells Harlow two things: where to find the key to a safety deposit box and to never stop running. In the box, Harlow finds thirty grand in cash, life insurance documents, and several fake IDs for both herself and her mom—an on-the-run essentials kit. But Harlow also finds a photograph of her mom as a teenager with two other girls, the deed to a house in a town she’s never heard of, and a handful of newspaper clippings discussing the disappearance of a woman named Eve Kennedy, Harlow’s grandmother…relics of a part of Harlow’s life she never knew existed.

With these tantalizing clues about her mother’s secrets and the power to choose her own future for the first time, Harlow realizes she has two choices: keep fleeing her mom’s ghosts or face down the nebulous threat that’s been hanging over her for her entire life.

Review:

A girl is forced to uncover her family's dark secrets when her mother dies and leaves her with more questions and answers, however will the answers she find be worth it? Harlow has lived a life on the run with her mom for as long as she can remember. Her mother always moving them from one place to the next, telling Harlow to never look back and that "they" were after her. Yet when a fatal car accident kills her mother and her mother's dying words are telling her to go to a mysterious lockbox and get help from her family, Harlow is baffled because she assumed she never had family other than her mother. Harlow now is lead down a path going through her family's history, moving into a home and town she never knew, and facing the secrets her mother has kept hidden all these years. Yet the more Harlow learns the more she begins to question whether or not this is the family she had been hoping to find. Sometimes the answers you seek are not the ones you want but they're the only ones there are. This one is a small town mystery read and it felt really slow. Unfortunately I was expecting more thriller or spookiness to it, and the book absolutely starts off with a bang and intrigues you, but it just got slower and slower and I found myself getting bored with the mystery. Sadly, this one missed the mark for me and I just found myself not caring that much. The final twist and reveal left a lot to be desired and I just couldn't care for the outcome, I was just glad to have made it to the end of the book. Overall, if you like slow family mysteries then this one is the perfect one for you!

*Thanks Netgalley and Simon and Schuster Children's Publishing, Margaret K. McElderry Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[celestial-thoughts]

august 21, 2023 - weekly women’s pro wrestling news roundup: week of august 14-20, 2023

this week's news roundup includes:

News & results from last week’s editions of Monday Night Raw, NXT, and Friday Night SmackDown.

News & results from last week's editions of WWE Main Event and NXT Level Up.

News & results from last week’s editions of AEW Dynamite, AEW Rampage, and AEW Collision.

Other updates and news from last week.

Things to look forward to in women’s wrestling this week!

spoilers below the cut for shows/events listed above!

Notable news & results from TV last week:

Monday Night Raw (8/14):

Backstage, Adam Pearce spoke to WWE Women's Tag Team Champion Chelsea Green about the future of the titles now that Chelsea is without a partner as Sonya Deville has a torn ACL. Kayden Carter and Katana Chance interrupted, saying that they wanted a shot at the titles once Chelsea found a partner. Kayden and Katana were then attacked from behind by Piper Niven who declared that she would be Chelsea's new partner and took one of the title belts from her.

Women's World Champion Rhea Ripley defeated Indi Hartwell. After the match, Candice LeRae and Indi attacked Rhea before escaping up the ramp. match length-3:05.

Becky Lynch vs. Trish Stratus ended in a double count-out. The match ended after Becky and Trish began to brawl in the crowd. They continued to fight up the stairs and into the concourse. As they reached the merch stand, Zoey Stark appeared and helped Trish to lay out Becky. match length-11:30.

Backstage after the match, Adam Pearce confronted Trish and Zoey. He said that Trish would have another match against Becky, and that this time it would be in a steel cage.

NXT (8/15):

Blair Davenport defeated Dana Brooke. match length-3:39.

In a backstage segment, Women's World Champion Rhea Ripley & NXT North American Champion Dominik Mysterio called out Lyra Valkyria & Dragon Lee, issuing a challenge for a mixed tag team match next week at NXT Heatwave. Later in the show, Lyra and Dragon Lee accepted the challenge.

Jacy Jayne defeated Thea Hail. match length-8:11.

A video package of NXT Women's Champion Tiffany Stratton was shown. Stratton promised that she would be on NXT Heatwave next week.

AEW Dynamite (8/16):

Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D. defeated The Bunny to qualify for the AEW Women's World Championship four way match at AEW All In. Britt claimed the final spot in the championship match in London, where she, Saraya, and Toni Storm will all be challenging Hikaru Shida for the gold. match length-7:31.

WWE Main Event (8/17):

Natalya defeated Tegan Nox. match length-5:43.

Friday Night SmackDown (8/18):

Bianca Belair & Charlotte Flair defeated Damage CTRL (WWE Women's Champion Iyo Sky & Bayley). Bianca pinned Bayley to score the win. match length-13:50.

Bianca was in the middle of being interviewed backstage, when she was attacked by Damage CTRL's Bayley, Dakota Kai, and Iyo Sky.

NXT Level Up (8/18):

Jacy Jayne defeated Karmen Petrovic. match length-5:10.

Dani Palmer defeated Brooklyn Barlow. match length-4:56.

AEW Rampage (8/18):

AEW Women's World Champion Hikaru Shida & Skye Blue defeated The Outcasts (Toni Storm & Ruby Soho). After the match, Toni and Ruby attacked Shida and Skye. Saraya also attacked the champion and her tag partner, before Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D. ran down the ramp to make the save. All six women brawled to end the show. match length-10:08.

AEW Collision (8/19):

Willow Nightingale defeated Diamante. match length-11:02.

Other news & updates from last week:

On Wednesday morning, Wrestling Observer Newsletter reported that Lacey Evans has officially left WWE. This follows Lacey removing "WWE" from her social media handles, as well as indicating in her Instagram bio that she is no longer with the company. As of writing this, there has been no statement from WWE regarding Lacey's release, but she has been moved to the alumni section of the WWE website. According to a report from Fightful Select on Tuesday night, Lacey had indicated that her deal was set to expire at midnight.

Dakota Kai confirmed during a Twitch stream that she still has a ways to go before she is cleared to return to in-ring action. Specifically, she said that she is just under six months away from being cleared.

Speaking of Dakota Kai, she and Zelina Vega announced that they are starting a podcast together. Subscribe on YouTube here.

Things to look forward to this week:

This Tuesday on NXT Heatwave, Ava (fka Ava Raine, daughter of The Rock) will compete in her first singles match, against Ivy Nile.

This Sunday, August 27 live on pay-per-view, AEW All In takes place in London, England. Zero Hour starts at 12 pm ET, and the PPV begins at 1 pm ET. AEW Women's World Champion Hikaru Shida defends her title in a four way match against Toni Storm, Saraya, and Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D.

Current Women's Champions in WWE & AEW:

WWE: - Women's World Championship: Rhea Ripley - WWE Women's Championship: Iyo Sky - NXT Women's Championship: Tiffany Stratton - WWE Women's Tag Team Championship: Chelsea Green & Piper Niven

AEW: - AEW Women's World Championship: Hikaru Shida - TBS Championship: Kris Statlander

[nicascurls]

Breaking the Dollhouse AU

The first time Nica saw Junior have a heart episode was after she confessed from one of the memories that she saw that Chucky was the one to kill Bree.

It absolutely destroyed her to see, especially being unable to do anything due to pretending to not have limbs. She felt so remorseful too that her admitting this led to a very painful heart episode for Junior. Nica couldn’t do anything except scream for Tiffany since they were both alone in the living room (the look Nica had on her face when she accidentally shot Glen? That’s the look she had here).

What hurt so much more is that Junior didn’t go to see her for a couple nights. Nica only saw him during the daytime and even then, he was so quiet and would hardly talk to her, completely zoned out. She could tell that he hadn’t been sleeping at all either, dark circles under his eyes and he was pale. It didn’t help that Chucky kept taunting Nica about how Junior isn’t going to help “them” escape now. He didn’t come back until the third night, immediately climbing into bed with her and curling to her side like a sad kitten.

Junior admitted that he stayed away not because he was upset at Nica or mad that she told him the truth, but because of the immense guilt he felt for working with his own mother’s murderer. Staying away was Junior’s form of “punishing” himself, isolating himself when all he wanted was to be held. But he couldn’t take it anymore so he crawled back to Nica for comfort.

I know we've spoken about this idea before, but it still breaks my heart.

Nica's knows how scary it can be having a heart episode, especially when it's not being treated. Nica wanted to help so badly but knew that even if she moved, she couldn't do anything since Tiffany had the shots, so she just kept screaming.

Junior would totally have isolated himself as 'punishment' after finding out the truth.

When he finally did visit Nica again, she hugged him so tightly and apologised for scaring him.

[deuterosapiens]

So, here we are in our countdown to October First. I think technically I should actually be, you know, counting down, rather than up but whatever. Count-up sounds weird. So, either way, Hellraiser, Day Three. I present batshit craziness. Hellbound: Hellraiser II.

This film opens with a recounting of the first film's events, followed by a cool scene of a solider opening the Lemarchand Box and being transformed into the nail-headed Cenobite Leader which Scarlet Gospels names "The Hell Priest" and this, as well as each subsequent film, names Pinhead (which out of respect for Barker, who hates the name, I will call the Hell Priest as well).

Following a polite bit of laceration and head-nailing, we cut to Kirsty in a mental institute, coping poorly with the events of the first movie. There are two doctors of note in our institute: Doctor Channard, and his assistant Kyle. Kyle is no one of consequence, since his death contributes exactly nothing more than a raised body-count. Channard on the other hand is a doctor you very much would like to never have. He's played by Kenneth Cranham, a fact I only bring up because this guy discounts Sam Neill so damn hard that I refuse to believe he is in fact not Sam Neill in a weird skin-suit.

Kirsty is visited by an officer investigating Larry's death, and just, over all, the insane remnants of the house. This plot disappears quickly, and really only exists so that Channard can learn of the Mattress on Which Julia Died (here after known as The Mattress on Which Julia Died, or the MoWJD, for short: pronounced Mo.Jed). Channard pulls some strings to acquire the Mattress on Which Julia Died after hearing Kirsty's story, in which she indicates that, as long as the Mo.Jed is in tact, Julia may return from the dead.

I'm going to ask one question, right now, of the movie: how the hell does Kirsty, correctly I might add, deduce that those are the rules? Based entirely on the events of the first film, all Kirsty knows after solving the Lemarchand Box is that Frank is alive and has escaped the Cenobites. Neither she nor Larry actually know of his death in the first place. She certainly is not aware that Frank came back as a result of blood being spilled, or that continued supplies of blood were required for his return to strength. I know it's a popular horror trope for the Final Girl to randomly acquire information between films that is vital for subsequent heroes to learn the rules, but again, Kirsty cannot possibly know that Julia is able to come back from death in this manner. To say nothing of the fact that Julia's death isn't really Cenobite-related, that is, she is not a prisoner of theirs, so I'm not entirely sure how she's able to come back in the first place, but we will get back to Julia later.

Anyway, Channard acquires the Mo.Jed in a conversation Kyle overhears, which results in Kyle sneaking into Channard's house for... reasons. Channard sacrifices one of his patients on the Mattress on Which Julia Died, a scene that is fairly unpleasant to those uncomfortable with self-mutilation and/or severe possessed of severe trypophobia, an event witnessed by Kyle. Julia returns to life via the Mattress. Julia's return to life is nowhere near as cool to watch as Frank's was. It involves skinless blood wrestling and in general, this just lasts longer than is necessary.

Kyle returns to Kirsty, informing him that he believes everything about her story involving the Cenobites. He informs her of the existence of puzzle boxes in Channard's house. Kirsty is convinced that she can save her father from Hell if she uses the box to open the doors to hell (oh yeah, she had a weird vision as well involving a skinless bloody figure, whom she assumes is her father, begging for help).

Channard sacrifices more patients to Julia, whom he is developing a sexual relationship with. Kyle dies to Julia. The movie does not care to linger, so neither do we.

One of Channard's patients is a withdrawn girl named Tiffany, whose specialty, by sheer coicidence, is puzzle solving. I'm glad the gates to Hell are not locked behind a magical puzzle box, or this would be an incredibly useful coincidence.

Channard is obsessed with seeing and learning of the Labyrinths of Hell and uses Tiffany as a human shield for the Cenobites' Wrath. Hellraiser II completely disagrees with Hellraiser I when Tiffany opens the Box and the Cenobites completely ignore her. "Hands do not call us, it is desire!" says the nail-headed Hell Priest, informing us that Channard is not off the hook just because someone else opened the Box in his place because it was his will that caused the Box to be opened. This leniency would have done Kirsty quite a bit of good precisely one movie ago.

Hell is weird. It's a giant Labyrinth of uh... labyrinthiness... where we occasionally see weird shit. The coolest is a clown without eyes. The implication is that the Labyrinth is a different hell for everyone, so I guess for each person it is sort of an Inferno-style ironic punishment. Kirsty finds the House which she believes holds her father but discovers that she has been deceived for it is not Larry, but Frank who called her. Shocking.

The reason Larry called her is because he was bored of his ironic hell: think Tantalus from Greek Mythology, but instead of food, it's moaning women. Julia shows up, everything is on fire, Julia is still pissed that Frank stabbed her at the end of the first movie, rips out his heart.

Oh, and Channard meets the god at the center of the Labyrinth:

Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth! I could probably draw this thing...

Julia is apparently acting as a soul-collector for the giant booming lazer-spitting death lozenge. Sure, why not? She sacrifices Channard to it who is transformed into a Cenobite. I guess it works that way?

I forgot, there's a funny little scene with the Cenobites in which the female (I wish these things had better names or titles, so referring to them wasn't so weird...) mocks Kirsty for teasing them. The important detail of this moment is that the Hell Priest transforms the Lemarchand Box into a state that's nice and pointy and looks kind of a lot like Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth (which every time I type or think about sounds like a Magic the Gathering, or YuGiOh card), and is now basically unsolvable.

So Kirsty and Tiffany escape the Labyrinth of Hell, only to realize Channard is now forcing all of his patients to solve puzzle boxes. They are mutilated for their efforts. In his new Cenobite state, Channard now speaks exclusively in doctor-related puns that rival Mr Freeze in their ability to completely de-escalate the severity of every scene they are in.

Confrontation between the Hell Priest and Channard! It's whelming. Neither over, nor under. It just whelms. The Cenobites are killed, transforming each back into their human form. Sure, why not?

We return to the Labyrinth so that Tiffany can solve the puzzle and restore... something. Evidently the Leviathan configuration uses Square-One rules, because solving it involves reducing it back to cube shape.

Channard is killed, Tiffany returns the Lemarchand Box to its original state, and this is reflected on the God Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth, which also transforms into a giant cube, thus closing the doors to Hell.

Kirsty and Tiffany walk away free!

I have no idea how to even go about considering this a good follow-up to the first movie, because it is so incredibly different, and so incredibly insane, that comparing the two feels kind of pointless. Every element brought-in from the first is basically speed-ran just to get the plot going. This one delights in presenting us with weird, disjointed weirdness. Oh sure, the Cenobitical designs look impressive, the make-up is really well down for skinless Julia and skinless Frank. Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth, feels like such an incomprehensible thing that as aggressively inexplicable as it is, it actually kind of works for me.

Yeah, I've seen this one before, and rewatching it reaffirms my belief that I have chosen a seriously bizarre series, if I want to rein-in spooky season. Sit back, ignore the story, inhale that sweet, sweet Christopher Young score, and enjoy the weird.

Tomorrow, however, we will enter into uncharted territory. I have no idea what to expect from Three, but I'm ready to get this stuff going.

[cinema-hallucinations]

Prompt: generate a romcom involving a couple that have a terrible relationship. They initially break up but they end up so terrible to other prospects that they end up together again at the end of the film. Neither of them are probably capable of having a healthy relationship at all, so they might as well have an awful relationship with each others.

Title: Dysfunctional Ever After

Logline: After a spectacularly messy breakup, perpetually bickering exes, Maya and Ben, find themselves single and miserable, realizing that nobody else puts up with their quirks (or tolerates their awfulness) quite as well as each other.

Tagline: It's so toxic that it's actually the best option for everyone

Characters:

Maya (30s): A high-strung, fiercely independent chef with a penchant for passive-aggressive barbs.

Ben (30s): A sarcastic sports journalist with a messy apartment and a talent for unintentionally insensitive comments.

Dr. Chad (40s): A charming dentist with perfect teeth and an equally perfect smile, that Maya initially falls for.

Tiffany (20s): A bubbly, social media influencer obsessed with self-improvement, who briefly captivates Ben with her positive energy (and sponsored yoga retreats).

Plot Summary:

Maya and Ben have mastered the art of the bickering relationship. They are a hurricane of passive-aggressive comments, petty arguments, and thinly veiled insults. But what they lack in romance, they make up in a weirdly comfortable codependency. Then, after a particularly epic fight over misplaced takeout, they break up.

Determined to prove they're better off single, Maya throws herself into work, while Ben attempts to finally "adult" by cleaning his apartment and going on disastrous dates with overly positive women. Maya endures Dr. Chad's incessant dental puns and Tiffany's relentless positivity, while Ben struggles with women who can't handle his sarcasm or his tendency to leave dirty socks everywhere.

Through a series of hilariously awkward dates, Maya and Ben realize the grass isn't greener – it's just filled with people who judge their quirks and can't handle their unique brand of dysfunction. They start reminiscing about the "good old days" of their bickering, secretly comparing (and secretly missing) their ex to their current, terrible dates.

Climax:

Disaster strikes! Maya's meticulously prepared work dinner goes awry thanks to a rogue spice allergy, and Ben accidentally deletes Tiffany's entire social media following with a misguided attempt to "help." Both facing public humiliation, they find themselves at each other's doorstep, seeking solace in the familiar (albeit unpleasant) comfort of their ex.

Through their shared misery, they finally admit that they may not be perfect for each other, but they're somehow perfectly awful for everyone else. They realize they function (in their own dysfunctional way) as a team, able to anticipate and deflect each other's personal disasters.

Themes:

Sometimes, love is about tolerating the intolerable: The film emphasizes that healthy relationships aren't always sunshine and rainbows.

Familiarity can be comforting even when it's irritating: Maya and Ben's shared history, despite being full of bickering, provides a sense of security and understanding that they struggle to find elsewhere.

You can't escape who you are: The film doesn't try to convince them to be better people, just to accept each other's flaws.

Humor:

The film relies on witty dialogue, slapstick humor, and the awkwardness of bad dates. Maya and Ben's constant bickering provides a constant source of amusement, especially when juxtaposed with the overly positive personalities of Dr. Chad and Tiffany.

Ending:

Maya and Ben decide to give their relationship another try, not because they're madly in love, but because they've learned that they're better at being miserable together than alone. The film ends with a montage of their continued bickering, which somehow feels strangely sweet, suggesting their unique brand of dysfunction might just work. The final scene shows them arguing in the kitchen, but this time with a hint of a smile, and Maya playfully throws a stray piece of takeout at Ben, a familiar routine that somehow feels like home.

[Ed. comment: holy crap is Gemini missing the point of a humorously/fascinatingly toxic relationship in those themes lol]

[jessybarnes]

Untamed

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD, SMUT, angst, fluff, seducing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of using sex toys, lingerie, fingering (female receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, Bruce transitioning into the Hulk (not sure if this is a trigger, but I'm not taking chances), kissing (both Bruce and Hulk receiving), handjob (Hulk receiving… again Idk if this is a trigger but noting it anyway cause after some research I've learned that even his cum is green.), making out, biting, hickeys, fucking against a wall, choking, implied all night fucking, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 4,129

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly 

Written For: My amazing bestie and beta, Tiffany. <3

Being married to an Avenger had its perks. You got to live in Tony Stark's swanky tower, you had your own team of expertly trained bodyguards, and the best part of it all? You stole the heart of Bruce Banner. The two of you met under unfortunate circumstances, but it was still the best day of your life. 

You'd been caught in the crossfire during one of their missions, a monster took you hostage to use as leverage for their escape. The thing had a knife held against your throat, threatening to kill you on the spot if any of the Avengers moved an inch. You looked into their helpless eyes. Captain America, Hawkeye, Thor, and Iron Man all stared helplessly back at you contemplating how they were going to save you. 

In the distance, Natasha was holding her upturned palm to a furious Hulk. He was grunting and clenching his fists as she took a tentative step toward him.

"Hey, big guy. The sun's getting real low."

He trained his eyes on her, as his anger started to dissipate. Just before he was about to give in he heard you scream.

He snapped his head in your direction, a loud, angry roar shaking the surrounding buildings as he ran towards you. Cars, signs, sidewalk benches, nothing was safe from his wrath. It all happened so fast. One moment your captor was pressing the blade harder against your skin and the next you were in the Hulk's arms. 

At first, you were startled, his big green eyes scanning your body as he held you in his large green hand. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, as he spoke.

"Hulk save you."

You smiled and were about to respond but Captain Rogers beat you to it.

"That's good, buddy," he set his shield down and slowly walked towards the two of you. "Why don't you put the lady down now, okay?"

The Hulk tightened his grip on your waist and snarled, "NO! Hulk keep pretty lady!"

Steve went to speak again, but you turned around to look at him.

"Wait. It's okay. Let me try something."

They all watched in wonder as you brought both of your hands to his face, your thumbs brushing his hard skin.

"Thank you for saving me," you smiled. "If it's okay, I'd like to meet Bruce too. He's a part of you, and in a way, he saved me as well."

He held you for a moment longer, taking time to mull over your request. Finally, he set you down on a nearby barrier and transitioned back into the well-known scientist. 

You smiled as you recalled the fond memory. You and Bruce had been married for two years, and he made you the happiest woman in the world. Sure, it was difficult when he'd go on missions, but that wasn't what bothered you the most.

What you really wanted was for him to make love to you. Ever since the start of your relationship, all he'd ever done was kiss you. Sometimes he'd go as far as fingering you, but it never went further. He was terrified to do anything else because he didn't want the Hulk to accidentally hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if that happened, and he made you fully aware that being with him meant no sex. 

You didn't have to have sex to be happy with him. It wasn't a deal breaker, but you couldn't help but want to feel him inside of you. God, you bet he made the prettiest sounds. You had plenty of toys to keep you satisfied, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't made yourself come to the thought of him fucking you into oblivion.

Natasha and Wanda helped you try and seduce him a number of times, but that always ended with a heavy makeout session and a very, very aroused Bruce. 

That's what the three of you were doing now. Planning yet another attempt in getting him to fuck you. You were dressed in short lacy lingerie, a pair of stockings with little black bows at the bottom, and your favorite pair of black pumps.

"I don't know about this, guys. What if someone sees me on the way down to his lab?"

Nat grinned and crossed her arms. "Don't worry about that. I've got it all taken care of. Steve and Bucky are out on a mission, Sam and Clint are in the gym doing their weird juice cleanse workout, and Thor's in Asgard. That only leaves Tony, Vision, and Rhodey to worry about. Wanda, you're taking Vis on a date, right?"

She nodded. "Yep! Typical dinner and a movie, but it'll be fun getting some fresh air."

Nat turned her gaze back to you and smiled. "That leaves the two iron wonders, which by the way, I've decided to take on a supply run."

You sighed, playing with a strand of your hair. "Okay, let's do this. Get me to the lab." 

Surprisingly, you made it there without being seen by anyone. The girls gave you a little nudge toward the door before blowing kisses and waving goodbye. Once you were alone, you took a moment to watch Bruce through the glass.

He was concentrating on some new prototype, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he silently worked. God, he was so beautiful without even trying.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and walked past the threshold. There was no going back now.

"Oh, hey honey! Is it already time fo-"

The words died on his tongue as soon as he looked at you. The test tube in his hand clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Y-Y/N…"

You smirked and sauntered towards him, slowly running your hands over his chest. "Hey, baby," you breathed. "I thought you could use a break." 

He swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath. "What um… what're you d-doing?"

You brought his hands to your hips, his fingers making the barely-there dress bunch up to reveal your ass. "Bruce, touch me…please."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "You know I can't. I-I can't risk hurting you, Y/N."

You brushed your knuckles against the stubble on his cheek and smiled. "You won't hurt me. I trust you...both of you."

You grabbed his right hand, "besides, feel how wet I am." He gently circled your clit, a desperate whine falling from your lips. "See baby? See what you do to me without even trying?"

Bruce gripped your waist tighter, his breathing becoming erratic as he slowly continued sliding his fingers between your folds. You were close, so close to cumming already. All the built-up sexual tension, seeing him like this, was almost too much. 

Almost.

Just before the coil of arousal inside you snapped, he pulled away, his hands coming up to grab his hair. "Fuck, baby, I… I can't. He's too strong, and if I ever lost you because of him… god, I can't even think about it."

You hated seeing him distraught like this. Bruce was an amazing, kind, loving man who gave you the world. The Hulk may be destructive, but he was still gentle with you. He'd never once hurt you, and in your heart, you believed he would hold true to that promise even during times like this.

You pulled him back into your embrace and kissed him like it was the last time you'd ever get the chance. He sighed against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours slow and sweet. 

He eventually pulled away, still holding you close as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Y/N, it takes all of my strength every day to hold myself back. I want to, god, do I want to, take you apart, make you come over and over again."

His fingers curled a strand of hair behind your ear and you bit your lip. "Baby, can you hear me out? I… I think I may have a solution for both of us."

He sighed. "Yeah, honey, go ahead."

You moved him to his chair, pushing his shoulder lightly so he'd sit down. His hands found purchase on your hips as you straddled his lap.

"Bruce, I know you won't hurt me. I know the Hulk won't either because he's never shown any aggression towards me. Give me this, try for me, just this once. We can start slow and if you feel like you're going to lose it then we can stop. You have total control, baby." You kissed his lips softly. "Please?" 

For a few seconds, he just looked at you. His brown eyes raked over your entire body. He swallowed, blowing a deep breath out of his nose as he held you a bit tighter.

"Okay. Okay, I'll try."

Your eyes widened, "thank you, baby. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He moved his calloused hand slowly up your thigh again, his fingertips tracing small circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back, his darkening with unbridled lust.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty like this. Watching your body shake, those sweet little moans and whimpers, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the world." 

You began moving your hips, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the small space around you. "Oh, Bruce… baby I- …please. Oh, please don't stop!"

He quickened his pace, the newly added pressure of his fingers causing you to fall forward and grasp onto his shirt. He groaned, low and deep, his breath hot on your neck as he kissed your sweat-slicked skin.

"C'mon, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how pretty you look." That was all you needed, his command sent you over the edge, his hand and your legs becoming coated with your release. 

If Bruce wasn't holding you up, you'd have fallen to your knees. He peppered sweet kisses along your jaw to your lips, rendering you breathless.

"Gorgeous. God, baby, you're breathtaking."

Words failed you but that didn't stop your wandering hands. They eagerly began undoing his pants trying desperately to feel more of him.

"Whoa, honey. Hey, hey, hey, slow down. I know you're eager, but we gotta go easy. I don't want him to hurt you, remember?" Reluctantly, you stopped, but then an idea popped into your head. 

"Bruce? Can um… can I ask you a question?"

He pulled back, his thumbs brushing your upper arms, "you can ask me anything, Y/N."

You bit your lip and looked at the floor, suddenly nervous your request would end this whole thing before it even started. "Do you promise not to get mad at me?"

Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around you, "sweetheart, you're the only person I'm not angry around."

You blew out the breath you'd been holding and closed your eyes. "Can I talk to him?" 

He stiffened. "Y/N, I-I don't think th-"

"Please. He won't hurt me, Bruce. He never has. Please, just… please."

Just when you thought he was going to shut this whole escapade down, he slowly stood up. "Promise me you'll run if he gets out of hand."

You nodded and watched as he closed his eyes, his skin, hair, nails, everything turning green while he doubled in size. At first, Hulk was confused. His big eyes look down at you with interest. He huffed and held his hand out for you to take it. 

"Hey, big guy. Can you sit down for me against the wall over there? I wanna talk to you."

He tilted his head and haphazardly stomped to the opposite side of the room before plopping unceremoniously onto the floor making the lab equipment around you rattle.

"Thank you. May I sit on your lap?"

He looked up at you, his large hand gathering the thin material of your outfit between his fingers. "Y/N pretty. Hulk like clothes."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a crooked smirk. "Why thank you, honey. Can I sit down?" You gestured to his huge thigh and watched as he nodded. 

You straddled your hips over one of his legs, because it was impossible to do both, and cupped his face.

"You know how much I love you and Bruce, right?"

He blinked, "yes, Hulk know that."

"Well, I'd like to show both of you how much I love you, but I want to make sure you're okay with everything first."

He waited, the fingers on his right hand holding your waist.

"I want to be with both of you, in a more…intimate way. I wanna make the two of you happy because I love both of you with all my heart."

A low grunt rumbled through his chest. "Hulk love Y/N. But what intimate?" 

You scooted closer and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded again, and you slowly leaned in, pressing your lips against his gently. At first, he didn't react, his whole body still except for his steady breathing, but then you felt him kiss back.

You pulled away to see his reaction and moaned when you saw the heat in his eyes.

"How was that, baby?"

His grip on your hips tightened a fraction. "Hulk want more."

You giggled and took his other hand. "I'll give you more, love, but first, I want you to feel how excited I am. You have to be careful with me though, okay?" 

"Hulk no hurt Y/N. Hulk be gentle."

You curled his fingers into a fist, save for his middle one, and brought it to your soaked pussy. "Do you feel that? Feel how wet I am here?"

He slid his large digit back and forth, watching curiously as you bit your lip, and then pulled his hand back to look at his finger. "Yes, Hulk feel."

You maintained eye contact as you sucked and licked your arousal from his skin. "Do you wanna try?"

He wasted no time, a little more sure of himself as he collected more of your juices. He inhaled your scent, a low growl reverberating in his chest as he tasted you. 

"Y/N good. Hulk need more."

You kissed the inside of his wrist and looked at him lovingly. "We can do more, but you really have to be careful, okay? Just one of your fingers is a lot for me to take, so you'll have to go slow."

He sighed softly and gathered a bit of your hair in his hand. "Hulk go slow. Always careful with Y/N."

You brought his hand between your legs again, but this time you guided his middle finger to your entrance. Bracing yourself, you sank down on him and whimpered from the slight stretch.

"Y/N okay?"

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath, "yeah, baby. I'm fine. You feel so good."

Switching your position, you maneuvered yourself so your back was against his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand tilting your chin up.

"Hulk like when Y/N feel good."

You pulled him down for a chaste kiss and spread your legs so they were draped over his big thighs, "carefully move your finger, okay? Slowly in and out." 

As soon as you felt him pull out and push back in, a breathy moan fell from your lips. "Yeah, baby, just like that."

The sound of his soft grunts, the feeling of his toned muscles rippling against your skin, the way he brushed the sweet spot inside you, it was all so toe-curlingly good. Your second orgasm was building rapidly, making you whine desperately.

"Y/N feel wet. Hulk stop?"

You shook your head and moaned. "No, please don't stop. You're - oh, god! - gonna make me cum. D'you wanna see me do that, baby?"

He adjusted slightly, and suddenly you could feel his very large, very prominent erection pressing against your back.

"Yes. Hulk see Y/N" 

You canted your hips upward, meeting every thrust. "Go a little faster and do this with your finger."

You crooked yours to show him and he obeyed immediately making you cry out. "Oh, my god! Yes, oh, right there… don't stop please baby I'm so close!"

He huffed and grabbed your hand with his free one.

"Oh, fuck baby…yeah, oh, shit! Gonna cum… gonna come oh my g-FUCK!"

You squeezed his hand, your whole body convulsing as your walls fluttered around him repeatedly. He pulled out of you and examined his finger as you recovered from your moment of bliss.

"Hulk do good?" 

You turned around in his arms and kissed him again. "You did, baby. Thank you. Can I make you feel good now too?"

You let your fingertips ghost over the large tent in his shorts and watched as he closed his eyes and growled. The noise alone would scare anyone away, but not you. You knew he'd never harm you.

"Yes. Hulk feel good too."

Carefully, you freed him from his shorts, marveling at his impressive length and girth. "You're so big, baby. Being so good for me." He watched you spit in your hands and snarled when you began to stroke him. 

"Is this okay, love? Does this hurt?"

He threw his head back and panted. "No hurt. Feel good."

You smirked and began twisting your hands as they slid over the shiny green head.

"Remember, honey. Try not to hurt me, okay? I know it feels good, but when you cum you gotta try and stay still for me, alright?"

He gritted his teeth and brought a big hand to your cheek. "Hulk never hurt Y/N. Promise." He let out another choked cry. "Hulk feel funny...here." he pointed to his lower abdomen and you kissed his lips sweetly.

"That's good, baby. It means you're close. Just lean back and close your eyes for me. Let me make you feel good."

He listened and you watched his chest heave and his fists clench. 

"That's it. C'mon. Show me, sweetheart."

A few more strokes were all it took, a loud guttural roar filling the lab as thick ropes of cum coated your hands and his chest.

He stayed like that, panting and twitching, while you looked for a towel to clean him up. Grabbing one of the extra lab coats, you knelt in front of him again and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"You're incredible, baby. I'm so proud of you. Bruce will be too. I knew you'd never hurt me."

He rubbed your sides affectionately as you cleaned him and your hands up. "No way hurt Y/N. Hulk love you."

You kissed his lips. "And I love you, baby. Can I see Bruce now? I wanna tell him how proud of you I am."

He gave you one final smile and closed his eyes, his body slowly becoming smaller until a sweaty Bruce lay slumped against the wall. 

He blinked a few times before he frantically ran his hands over you, looking for any sign of injury.

"Bruce, hey, calm down." You laced the fingers on both your hands with his and looked into his worried brown eyes. "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, okay? In fact," you held up the lab coat that was now covered in sticky green liquid. "Things went more than okay."

He looked from you to the coat a few times before crashing his lips to yours. His kiss was possessive, nowhere near gentle as he explored your mouth eagerly.

"You were right, baby. I shouldn't have doubted you, but I was just so scared. I can't ever lose you."

You sat back on your haunches and grinned. "I know, honey. We can talk this over later, but right now I need you inside me." 

Bruce stood and pulled you to your feet, immediately pushing you against the wall. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect, Y/N. I love you so damn much."

He kissed, nipped, and licked at your neck, littering a trail of purple-ish marks anywhere he could reach.

"Fuck, Bruce…"

He hummed and tore the front of your lacy top down the middle. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Smooth skin, perfect body, gorgeous face, amazing personality, you're an absolute work of art. I'm so lucky to call you mine. 'M gonna fuck you over and over again until you beg me to stop." 

A needy whine filled the small space between the two of you, your hands fisting in his hair. "Please! Please…want you so bad!"

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall as he undid his pants, kicking them off to the side. "Spread your legs, princess. That's it, brace yourself against the wall too."

You did what he asked and sucked in a sharp breath when he hooked your left leg over his thigh and pressed the head of his cock against your slick hole. "Don't you dare be quiet, you hear me, Y/N? I want every single person in this tower to know you're mine."

Your response died on your tongue as he slammed into you, setting a steady pace. 

You couldn't stay quiet even if you wanted to. Nothing compared to the way his cock made you feel. No toy, no vibrator, not even your fingers felt this good.

"Oh, Bruce! Oh, my fucking god!"

His left arm hugged your middle holding you up while his right wrapped around your throat, squeezing deliciously. "Good girl. Love hearing you scream for me. God, your pussy feels so good, warm and wet around my cock, pulling me in every time I slide home."

You clenched around him and he bit your shoulder. "Fuck! I gotta fill you up, baby. 'M sorry, but I'm not gonna last when you feel this good." 

Your left hand began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. "'S okay, Bruce… I-I'm close too. Feels - oh, fuck! Oh, my god! - s-so good!"

He was relentless now, the delicious drag of his cock against your walls was hard and fast. "Oh, fuck! That's it, princess. Yeah, that's right, squeeze me just like that. Come on, Y/N…let go with me."

His words were like a trigger, your third orgasm shooting through you like a bullet as he stilled inside you.

The two of you didn't move for a few minutes, the labored sounds of your breathing the only sound around you. Finally, he pulled out and turned you to face him, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss.

"Fuck, that was…that was amazing."

Bruce caressed your cheek and smiled fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for being patient with me and with him too. We wouldn't have made it this far without you, and we owe you everything." 

You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel him against you. "I love you, Bruce. I'll always help both of you with anything. You both complete me, in every way, and I can't imagine a life without you guys."

He held you close, his fingers sliding up your back and into your hair. He opened his mouth to respond, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut him off. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Banner, but Mr. Stark requests entrance to the lab."

Your eyes grew wide in fear of him seeing you naked. "Tell him to give us five minutes please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.."

"Of course, Mrs. Banner." Bruce threw you his clean lab coat, tossing the other one in the trash before pulling on his clothes. 

"Let's take this upstairs, Y/N. I'm not even close to being done with you." He winked and a jolt of arousal shot straight to your core.

"As long as you promise not to go easy on me, baby," you smirked. He swatted your ass and walked past you to the door.

"Oh, princess, now that I know you're safe with me I've got so many plans to take you apart over and over again. You're gonna be putty in my hands when I'm done with you."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you looked at his hooded eyes. Literally and figuratively, you were fucked. That was just a bonus though because you had everything you wanted. Bruce was yours in every sense of the word. 

Tony walked past you shaking his head, "there better not be a mess in there!"

You giggled and followed Bruce into the elevator. "No promises, Stark!"

Yeah, you thought to yourself, this is finally the start of our forever.

He glared at the closing metal doors, the sight of you and Bruce kissing being the last thing he saw. He smiled against your lips and you saw the happiness in his eyes.

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Halloween Party.

Summary: You have been held captive under Jack for about three months but what happens after you're finally free at a Halloween party one of his friends is throwing?

Warnings: Yandere Jack, Kidnapping, Obsession, Jealousy, Slapping, Hair Pulling, gagging, Penetrative sex, Rough bj, Praise, and aftercare

You guys were going to the party as Chucky and Tiffany that one of his celebrity friends was throwing. You were kinda excited because you had been cooped up in the house for a very long time.

You guys were going to the party as Chucky and Tiffany that one of his celebrity friends was throwing. You were kinda excited because you had been cooped up in the house for a very long time.

It was like yesterday you remembered being woken up from your home that you lived in by yourself being forced into a car and never being seen again by any of your friends or family.

At first, it was hard. You fought Jack a lot and he did not like it one bit. You did everything in your power to try to escape and that did nothing but get you shackled on the side of the bed you two shared together.

He would bring you drinks, food, and provide entertainment. That’s when he would open up to you more and that’s when you learned about his obsession for you. He first discovered you when you were leaving your job at a restaurant where you were a waitress at.

It had been really late and you were bringing food to the homeless people outside. That’s the first thing he realized that you were selfless; he didn't see that a lot in the industry he was in. After that, he made it a task to at least check up on you once a day. First, it was him checking up at the restaurant then it was him going to your school and last it was him going to your house.

When he learned that you were planning to move out of state he decided that he had to have you. So he kidnapped you and you have been with him ever since. This all happened about 3 months ago and you have not seen the light of day since then so you were kind of excited to go to this party.

You get out of bed and jump in the shower to wash up really quick. When you got out you made sure to moisturize your body with lotion and some cream. Then you move on to your hair and make it as similar to the character you were going as after that. You got started with your makeup, you went with a really dramatic effect because that was how Tiffany's makeup was.

Suddenly you felt rough but smooth hands around your waist you squealed as you felt wet kisses on your neck. “Jack, stop it!” you said as you giggled he stopped and took a look at you in the mirror. “You look really good baby, maybe a little too good,” he said with a deep laugh but you knew he wasn't joking.

With a soft pat on your ass, he let you know that it was time to go and you followed him down the stairs and into his car. On the way to the party, you were really nervous. This was going to be the first time that you were going to be out and you were going to be all around Jack's family and friends.

It made you wonder though. Did they know that he kidnapped you? Would they help you if they knew that he did? The more you thought about it, the more your heart would pound. Finally after what you guys were driving for, forever pulled up to a dark house decked out in Halloween decorations. The house looked like a real haunted house.

“When we go in here don’t tell anyone about what I did. If they ask how we met, tell them that we met at the restaurant you used to work at and we fell in love, okay?” he lectured you like a mother would do her kids before they went into a restaurant.

Nodding your head, you agree with him. “Okay, I’ll make sure I won't” after you assured him that he got out of the car and walked to your side of the door helping you out of it. You smile at how kind he was being “Thank you baby” you said intertwining your fingers together and walking into the spooky loud house.

The party was in full swing. People were everywhere, taking shots, and just enjoying themselves. It made you a little envious. You follow Jack around as he starts introducing you to people. So far you have met his best friend Urban and one of his other friends named Sunni. They seemed okay but you could tell they were drunk off their ass.

After you were introduced to them Jack announced that he was going to go to the open bar to get something to drink with you though his friends were going to stay with you but that was not the case they left as soon as Jack left and you were left all alone in a sea of people you didn't know.

Out of nowhere, a man in a mask walks up to bend down to ask you a question. “Are you here alone sweetheart? '' Looking around you try to find Jack and you see him chatting it up with a girl at the bar. Rolling your eyes you look back at the tall man. “It appears so,” you said.

The man was about to say something else until you felt a hand grab your arm. “What the hell is going on here?” Jack said voice full of answers you paid no attention to him as the man in front of you started to stutter.

“Oh, I'm sorry man, she said she wasn’t here with anyone” Jack chuckled shaking his head side to side and looking at you “Is that right?” he asks you and you just shrug your shoulders, completely provoking him. He dragged you away from everyone and into a room. Pushing you into it before slamming the door behind him.

“You are so fucking annoying all you do is try to piss me off,” He said shouting in the room that you guys were in. You didn't really understand what he was mad about. You thought he wanted you to go on and socialize. It's not your fault that people, especially men, could be weird sometimes.

“I don’t know why you're mad at me, he walked up and started talking to me. Maybe if you were actually paying attention you would have seen that but you weren't and you're not going to make that my problem.” Your words have obviously shrunk him because he looked at you like a madman.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” you said nothing waiting if he was going to continue. “I'm being so fucking foreal right now, who are you talking to, because it can't be me. I wanted you to socialize not flirt with the first guy that walks up to you, I'm the only person you will ever need remember that” he said standing you front of your face you could practically taste his words on your lips with how close he was to you.

“ Okay Jack I understand what you are saying, can we please not argue?” you said tiredly, just wanting the argument to be over. “Do you really because it doesn't seem like you do, if you did you wouldn't even have let him get the chance to talk to you.”

This was pointless and you were not going to spend your first time out of the house arguing with him so you started walking towards the door leaving him with the last word. Your hand is almost on the door handle until you feel Jack's huge hand on the back of your neck pulling roughly back towards him.

“Did you really think I was going to let you out of my sight again, are you that fucking stupid?” You smirk feeling a smart remark on your lips “I wasn't stupid when you kidnapped and stalked me was I ?” The grip on your neck he had was turning you on and you loved how rough he would get when he was angry.

He pushes you down on your knees and quickly starts to unbuckle his belt. “You have such a fucking smart mouth, since you wanna be go fuckin smart show me how smart your mouth can be on my cock you whore.” He pulled his cock and slapped the tip on your face a couple of times. You pull out your tongue and start licking on the tip before wrapping your whole mouth around the tip.

Jack's head immediately tilts his eyes to the back of his head. You move your head towards his pelvis until you feel your obsession pull out of your mouth. Looking up at him and through your eyelashes, you ask him “What wrong baby?” He let out a soft chuckle “I need to sit down for this princess. I'm already feeling too good.” He walks to the bed and lays down with his cheeks flushed red with his skin hot.

You follow him and get in between his legs with your ass in the air. He's looking at you waiting for your next move and you give it to him. Opening your mouth you grab his cock and put it on your tongue wrapping your lips around it once again.

“Fuck” he dragged out and his hands flew to your head his hand wrapping around your hair so tight your scalp was starting to burn and could see the veins in his hands from where you were. He slowly moves his hips into your mouth while also pushing your head up and down with his hand. Hallowing your cheeks you move your head faster and you begin to feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

You gag as you are pulled down all the way to his pelvis. “You're going to make me cum so much princess, you were fucking made for me” You look at him through blurry eyes, tears were quickly streaming down your face and all you would hear in the room is you chocking on his cock and him trying to control his loud moans letting out deep groans and whimpers.

SMACK! You moan feeling his large hand slap your face he immediately starts to rub it with his thumb afterward. “Don’t you agree with me?” he said full of hope you nod and choked again when his tip touches your uvula . Feeling your throat clench around his cock Jack slams his hips right into your face one last time before you feel his cum flood your mouth.

Trying to swallow the sticky and salty substance you gag when you realize how much it was. You open your mouth trying to breathe, planning to spit it out until you feel Jack's hand around your neck bringing your face to his. He flips you around. Now you're on your back and Jack is on top of you with his hand around your throat and he reaches his other hand to wrap around your mouth.

You could barely breathe now and you knew that if you tried to breathe out your nose it would not end well. “Swallow all of it now” he heard his raspy voice in your ear and his hand squeezed harder. You swallow feeling all of his cum travel down your throat. Once he knew you were done he removed both of his hands and traveled down to your bottoms and removed them.

“Spread those legs all the way ma” you do as he says sighing when you feel the cold air brush against your clit he moves in between your legs and you wrap them around his waist moaning as he rubs your tip on your pussy collecting your wetness and thrusting into one inch at a time.

He was completely stretching you out and you out a little whimper feeling his cock nudge your stomach. After a few thrusts, his hips start to move faster with you adjusting to his size. Your fingernails dig into the skin on his back when you start to feel his hips snapping into yours.

“Fuck jack baby slow down-” you plead your vision going blurry again and your skin feeling like 1000 degrees. He slows down hips still stroking looking into your eyes. “You got this baby you're a good gir- your my good girl right” you nod slowly looking at where the two of you were connected. He kisses you deep and hard, his lips feeling smooth on yours before he breaks it. He was still for a couple of seconds and you scream out a string of his name and a few cuss words as he starts to frantically thrust into you.

Hopefully, no one could hear your choked sops as you felt yourself about to explode into pleasure. “Jack I'm about to cum, please don't stop!” He continued to move at the same pace. “Cum all over this cock princess this is all you right here, I'm completely yours baby” with that being said your pussy quaked with your orgasm and you went completely blind all you were able to see was white.

With you clenching around his cock during your climax Jack comes a few seconds after filling you up with his cum. He pulled out once he saw you were quivering and started to give you soft kisses all over your face. “You did such a good job for me, baby, There's nobody else for me but you,” he said, holding onto your face still planting soft kisses on your cheeks and giving you one long peck.

You were still out of it but that didn't stop a smile from coming onto your face. He could be so sweet sometimes. He got up and made sure your clothes were on right before he put his clothes back on and laid back in the bed with you. He thought you deserved a quick nap.

ONE HOUR LATER

Jack jumped up as he heard your screams next to him and was met by someone dressed up as Jason with a machete with fake blood on it. Rolling his eyes he stands up and rips the mask of the mystery person revealing Urban, his best friend you had met earlier. “Bro you are way too old for this shit look at how scared you got my girl over there” Urban looks at you seeing you hide under the blanket. He let out a loud laugh.

“Shit my bad I was just trying to let yall know we're about to watch Halloween” Jack nodded his head “alright well be down there in a minute” Urban takes that and leaves the room. “Your friends are just insane as you are,” you said shakily finally coming out from under the blanket.

Jack laughed pulling out of your head and wrapping his hand around your waist because he knew you were going to walk wobbly. He led you down the stairs and onto the couch where everyone was sitting “You already know baby” he said, sitting you down on his lap waiting for the movie to begin.