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#these are from a walk i took in summer at like 6 am#apparently i have seasonal affective disorder#which is odd to me because its always been an 'all year round' type thing#and it still is#but wow winter is such a fucking nightmare#it makes everything so much worse#my photography#midwestern gothic#american gothic#dreamcore#liminalcore#liminal space#oddcore#weirdcore#vent#ventcore#liminal photography#nostalgiacore#nostalgic#vintage#midwestern emo#surrealcore#midwest gothic#rural america#film photography#landscape#southern gothic#agoraphobia#sunset#sunrise
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hiii girlie!! it’s my birthday HAHA can i please get a nightmare academia part?? thank youuu 🫶
♥ Summary: SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!! iirc, i got this like. right in the middle of finals season. i am so sorry :( to compensate, i have provided a holiday update!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, it's the holiday season and Reid pulls a lil prank.
♥ Warnings: holidays, Wham's Last Christmas
♥ A/N: this is really just a holiday blurb im ngl. happy holiday special ig!! (also. i didn't edit this. my bad lol)
♥ Word Count: 600
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The winter seasons were always an interesting time to be a professor. The campus was decorated with trees and lights. Fliers advertised Hanukkah and Christmas gatherings. The students were so stressed and burnt out that they moved through life with a weird sort of festive calm.
This year, that festive calm had taken on a new feature- your students wouldn’t stop playing Wham’s Last Christmas.
You had nothing against the song. All things considered, you liked Wham. You liked Last Christmas. It just got a touch annoying when the song played on a constant loop through various shitty phone speakers. All the time. Every day.
You weren’t sure what caused it- what earthly force could convince a bunch of college kids to listen to that infernal song so frequently? What could get them to set Last Christmas to their ringtones? You were pretty sure most of them hadn’t used ringtones before December. To put it bluntly- you were confused, tired, and suspicious. You were also ready to scream.
So you did!
“Holy shit, if I have to hear that fucking song again, I might literally explode.”
Reid looked up at you as you burst into your shared office. His eyes were wide, as if your pre-loaded rant about Wham’s Last Christmas had caught him off guard.
If it had, that was honestly on him. You were only about a week into December, and you had already complained about the thing seventy-six times and counting. If Spencer didn’t remember that, then his special boy memory powers had clearly failed him.
“Well, you wouldn’t literally explode,” Reid corrected, clearly recovered from his shock, “That’s a common mistake. You would actually-”
“Reid, stop it before I feed you to the ghost of George Michael.”
He held up his hands in surrender, though a smile played across his lips. You glared at that little grin as vines of suspicion tangled with the fleshy meat of your brain.
“Did you have something to do with this?”
��Whatever do you mean, Doctor?”
“I mean,” you slammed your hands down on Reid’s desk, “Are you the reason I cannot escape that fucking song?”
He leaned back in his chair, weaving his long, slender fingers together like some fucking anime villain, “And how would I pull that off?”
“Easily. You’re you, and it’s the perfect crime. All it would take is the promise of extra credit, and your students would do anything. You think I haven’t noticed that the student body suddenly loves playing Wham? Out loud? Without headphones?”
Spencer’s grin got bigger, “Wow. I’m sorry that your students have been using technology in a distracting and upsetting manner. I can’t imagine what that’s like.”
“Spencer Reid, I am going to kill you. I’m gonna choke you out with Christmas lights. Seriously.”
He leaned in, “Are you literally going to kill me?”
“Fuck you, Reid.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
You snorted out a laugh, “You wouldn’t survive me, pretty boy. Now, have you seen the essays my cybercrime class wrote? They were on my desk.”
“Here-” he said, reaching for one of the desk’s many drawers. That ended the conversation as the topic drifted to your students and the general category of crime that involved techy-whecy bullshit.
In the weeks that followed, the volume on Spencer’s prank was turned down. The students played it less and less, and the campus generally hummed with other holiday themed music until the break hit. The day after it did, a package arrived on your doorstep.
A lovely vinyl copy of Wham’s Last Christmas.
You were gonna kill Spencer Reid.
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The Woods Whisper ||Part 1/2
Summary: After a terrific nightmare, your and Arthur’s life change for good. You start to suffer from a mysterious and excruciating hunger, which always seems to lead you to the forest.
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TW: Extreme violence, angst, cannibalism, graphic depiction of mutilation, blood kink (wow no one is surprised), piv, rough and unprotected sex but it’s short, supernatural AU.
Notes: written for @peakyswritings's 2k celebration and Halloween. Nina belongs to her. + important notes at the end of the post.
Reader is Heaven from the series Heaven in Your Eyes.
Since the first night they shared together Arthur knew of his wife’s violent nightmares. It seemed that the demons of your past waited for you to close your eyes in order to plague your dreams with the terrific memories of your family's murder and the men who hunted you down in the woods. After a while, Arthur became accustomed to your sudden screams at night and helped you calm down when you thrashed your limbs, fighting against some malevolent ghosts only you could see. When it happened, the tall gangster secured you in his strong arms and gently forced you to rest your head against his lean chest. With his long fingers lost in your snow-white mane, he would then cradle you with indescribable tenderness and whisper in your ear with his hoarse voice, rendered even more raspy by sleep. He didn't stop until your whole body relaxed, sinking in the soothing combination of his warm skin, chest hairs, lean muscles, and musky perfume. A familiar cocktail you assimilated with love and protection: as long as he was here, you knew that the monsters that were lurking in your most twisted nightmares wouldn't hurt you. Or at least they didn't until that one night.
This time you struggled with such violence that you threw a nasty punch to his face when Arthur pinned you against the mattress in a desperate attempt to calm you down. Taking advantage of his confusion, you jumped from the bed with supernatural agility, hurtled down the stairs at lightspeed, and ran outside, barefoot in the dawn-sprinkled weeds. The only thing covering your delicate frame was the thin and immaculate bedsheet that floated behind you at the winter wind's discretion.
“Angel!” Arthur yelled, running behind you as he saw your frail silhouette reaching the vast and dangerous woods that were at the edge of your property. The gravel of his voice echoed with the rumble of the thunder as he called your name, but the savage drums you heard in your trance were louder than him. Arthur had no other choice than to pounce on you before you disappeared into the frozen forest all naked, that was why he shoved you to the ground. A chilling scream escaped from your plumped lips as you fought under his grip but fortunately enough he had more strength. Keeping you pinned on the muddy soil, he tried to make you come back to your senses by shaking you “Wake up! Please, Heaven, wake up! This is just a bloody nightmare!"
“They whisper to me! They whisper to me!” You cried out, moving your head from left to right and fighting like a demon, eyes still shut.
“Fookin’ who?!” Arthur shook you a bit more bluntly, panic kicking in him as he realized that you were still deeply embedded in a profound sleep he couldn't pull you from.
“The woods whisper to me!” You whimpered, your inexhaustible and unusual strength mysteriously increased by your psychosis, “They are calling me home!” Your siren-like voice turned into a banshee's laments and, with one powerful push, you suddenly managed to turn around to lay flat on your stomach and dug your nails into the ground in a desperate attempt to crawl closer to the forest. Overwhelmed by the situation, Arthur had no other choice than to resort to physical violence.
"For fuck's sake, Heaven!"
He didn't know how he managed to throw you over his shoulder just like a floor bag but he did and, wasting no time, he brought you home without minding how hard your tiny and muddy fists banged against his back or how you tried to kick him by thrashing your legs like a wild animal fighting for its life.
“Sleepwalking it is.”
“I don’t sleepwalk.” You mumbled, hands cupping your warm mug filled with hot cocoa, and your knees, which were pressed against your breasts, tightly glued together. Nina got up from the sofa and walked towards the gargantuan dining table of Arrow House’s living room to grab a plate of homemade biscuits she had baked for Tommy even though her husband thrived off whiskey and cigarettes rather than edible and healthy food. As she did, your crystal eyes followed your new sister-in-law’s every move, losing yourself in your thoughts as you watched the Sicilian girl’s elegant gait. With her beautiful tan skin, honey-pooled eyes, and long black hair, Nina Ferrante was your strict opposite. She was made of sun and fire, lava probably running through her veins. When she put her warm hand on the frozen and porcelain skin of yours, you batted your Bambi lashes to shoo your thoughts away and looked at the young Sicilian woman.
“It's nothing but sleepwalking and it tends to get better with time. Maybe Arthur and you should spend a few nights here, away from the forest?”
“Hm.” You replied absentmindedly, putting the mug on the coffee table only for your fingers to reach for the delicious biscuits Nina had made, “I don’t think it would solve the problem. Even when I’m not sleeping at home I still hear them at night.” You took a bite of the biscuit, its hard dough crunching under your sharp teeth. The sweet flavor of sugar and strawberry jam melted on your tongue -- You closed your eyes and hummed with satisfaction.
“What do you hear?” Nina inquired, visibly worried for you for your angelic complexions were undermined by the red bags under your eyes and the weight you had lost. In truth, you had always been thin and tiny, but your adorable cheeks and the voluptuous curves of your thighs proved you were in perfect health. That was just your body shape. Yet, since the night of this horrific nightmare, you had started to lose a great deal of weight and looked more and more gaunt.
“Drums. I mainly hear some odd drums coming from the woods,” You ate another biscuit, “And there are the whispers. It's not someone whispering to me but it’s more like an unintelligible mix of people murmuring incomprehensible things together.” Another biscuit, they were good, “Maybe I’m just becoming crazy.” You finally said, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere with a joke and a small shrug. Your glossy lips curled in a faint, reassuring smile but it didn’t work: Nina still looked deeply concerned.
“At least you’re eating well.” She said encouragingly when she noticed you had just eaten the entire plate of biscuits by yourself.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Surprised by your own appetite, you brought your hand over your mouth, aquamarine eyes wide open in shame.
“Don’t be. I’m glad someone ate them ‘cause Tommy doesn’t anyway. And you know… My aunts used to tell me that eating is a sign of good health. But that's an Italian thing.” Nina’s beautiful smile shone as bright as her honey eyes, but the worried glow in her iris betrayed how serious she thought the matter was.
A few days passed and Arthur noticed brutal changes in your habits. It started with snacking between meals and, even if it seemed to be anodyne, it was something you never did. While not particularly picky with food, you were careful with your diet, taking care of always eating very balanced meals that would suit your small appetite. At first, Arthur thought that your insatiable hunger was due to an unexpected pregnancy. Maybe the baby and your hormones asked you for more energy? But your snacking habit soon took another extreme turn. Constant cravings turned into frenzy binge eating. You ended up waking up in the middle of the night and emptying the kitchen's cupboards. Anything edible disappeared crushed under your teeth as you compulsively ate until your jaw ached. But no matter the amount of food you ingested, nothing seemed to fill the void inside of you. You ate, you ate, and you ate but you were never full.
Moreover, this ravenous hunger wasn't confined to food only. The gaping hole inside of you craved sex. Unhealthy, messy, and nymphomaniac sex. A restless rhythm even Arthur had trouble keeping up with, and God knew he had stamina. The oldest Shelby brother had barely hung up his long black coat when you threw yourself in his arms and devoured his lips, drool running from your chin. You didn't leave him time to catch his breath or to reach the bedroom. In fact, your sly and cold fingers were already tearing his shirt apart and unbuckling his belt while your whole body quivered with excitement. To hell with the bed, the floor would do the trick: you wanted him now.
Adrenaline shot through your veins and gave you enough strength to push him on the ground. Confused but equally aroused, Arthur's back leaned against the couch and he let you rid him. A cry of pleasure escaped from your starving mouth as you took him entirely inside of your tight core with one brutal thrust. He stopped breathing for a short while and dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, starstruck. Considering your size difference, your husband knew that you usually needed a bit of time to adjust to the sensation of his cock stretching your throbbing walls, even after years of marriage. Sometimes he used this characteristic of you to his advantage when he wanted to see you scream his name between two sobs. And yet, you didn't seem to mind the pain anymore. On the contrary, you immediately went for a furious pace, hopping on his lap with your small and round breasts bouncing. With his mouth agape, Arthur's calloused hands clenched on your pale flesh and he closed his eyes, letting out a compendium of moans, grunts, and cuss words. That was fine with him -- he liked it rough and he knew that his angel-looking wife could be the naughtiest whore.
The simple sight of you fucking yourself on his hard shaft, growling like an animal, made him higher than the purest opium he had shot in his veins. He only started to understand the extent of your despair and greed the moment you kept moving your hips fiercely even after you both came. The gangster had done his best: he had worked you with his long fingers, buried his face between your legs until his jaw hurt, and filled you countless times in every position he knew, but you had never enough and it was starting to become painful for him too.
"Easy angel, ay? Easy -- oh fuck." He threw his head back, his lower lip trembling and his mustache twisting from time to time, "L-last round ay? I'm fookin' empty." But you weren't listening.
"More! More! Need more, Art! Please..." You begged. In the depths of your soul, a voracious maw of desire yawned. It was a starving abyss, a giant crevice in your being nothing could ease. Making your two bodies snap faster, you didn't notice the thin trickle of blood that had started running down your inner thighs. The pain should have made you stop but you couldn't. "I'm gonna --" When Arthur felt your pussy clenching around him, he worked you through your orgasm despite being a breathless and sweaty mess. Closer, closer... The moment the knot in your stomach snapped, you instinctively sunk your teeth into Arthur's freckled shoulder.
"Fuck!" Arthur grunted through gritted teeth, a searing shock of sensation coursing through him. The piercing pain that followed, acute and unexpected, made him reach the stars. He came in a long and raspy groan, releasing his load for the umpteenth time deep inside of you. "Heaven!" Pleasure exploded in you like fireworks, resulting in you rolling your hips and biting Arthur even harder. His blood brimmed over your mouth, gushing from the wound in long crimson trails. Your teeth were so deep into his flesh that you could have ripped a chunk of him. Silent fell again in the living room, only broken by the fire crackling in the hearth and the melody of your panting breathing. You remained like this all the while you cooled down, breathing fast through your nose as your starving tongue still licked the blood of your husband, relishing its metallic and slightly sweet taste. "'S'Alright, love." Arthur's shaky hand gently stroked your back to tame your wild spirit. "Your Arthur's here." He whispered softly, tenderly, for you had started to quietly sob in agony.
"M-More..." Tears fell down your rosy cheeks as you realized that something was definitely wrong, "Fuck me more. Hurt me, breed me, I don't care but please... Please do something I can't take it anymore..." You whispered with your bleeding mouth, exhausted, your whole body sore, but still starving.
Arthur had told the family you were sick to keep up appearances and explain your absence. No one asked any questions nor showed signs of doubt except for his cunning sister-in-law Nina, who would stare at him in disapproval. But how could he explain what was happening to you now that the situation had worsened? In fact, Arthur would frequently find you nestled in the middle of the kitchen at night, your delicate form cradled in a graceful curl and your knuckles met by your tender lips as you bit them until crimson tears trailed down your porcelain skin. You did so only to hush the unrestrained, agonizing crescendo of hunger that writhed within you, rendering your sobs into whispers only the silent home and your helpless husband could fathom. The lanky gangster had tried everything to help you alleviate the pain but nothing had worked so far. The one and only trick that would get you relaxed for one to two hours was when he allowed you to take a bite of him. So each time he would find you crying, he wouldn't think twice. Arthur slowly unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, exposing his chest to you as you both sat on the kitchen floor.
"Go ahead, love. Bite me."
“No!" You protested, anger flashing in your crystalline eyes. As much as your husband's support helped you go through it, you hated the idea of hurting him. An intense feeling of shame and sorrow would shake you when you looked at his scarred body. His freckled skin was littered with deep and swollen bite marks, which constantly reminded you of how monstrous you were. But Arthur wouldn't have it — seeing you in pain was torture to him. He would give everything he had and never had only to content your bottomless hunger, even if it meant sacrificing his own flesh. His strong and calloused hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to him. Nestling your nose in the crook of his neck, you let out a shaky sigh at the soothing sensation of Arthur's fingers massaging your scalp and bringing your face closer to his skin in a silent invitation. The delicious scents of his natural perfume intoxicated you, leading you to take a long inhale of him. You wanted to resist, you really did, but all your goodwill couldn't compete with your husband's exquisite taste, a taste that was already making you salivate. Finally, you abandoned yourself to your vices and gave Arthur's neck a few little licks before diving your teeth into his juicy flesh. His body jerked a bit against yours but the stinging sensation quickly released endorphins in him and turned the experience pleasurable. Or maybe he was just completely fucked up.
"A good girl you are, eh." A gravelly moan escaped from his mouth as he felt you lapping the blood that was gushing out of the fresh bite like a famished kitten licking milk. The relief you would feel following your twisted cannibalistic ritual would only be momentary, but at least you might enjoy the luxury of a good nap. After a short while, you eventually pulled your head back from his neck, your otherworldly pale eyes staring at his complexions with great attention. His dark blue iris met yours as your frozen fingers ghosted over his face, tracing the lines of his appetizing lips and the crowfeet at the corner of his eyes.
"I don't deserve you." Your hypnotizing siren-like voice was mainly a whisper. Arthur laid a tender kiss on your fingers before arching one of his thick eyebrows, "Look at me, I'm a fucking monster."
"Ye ain't a monster, angel." He immediately corrected you, leaning over your face to steal a kiss from your bleeding mouth. Far from being disrupted by the crimson hemoglobin he smeared on his own lips doing so, the lanky gangster kissed you again but with more passion this time, tongue waltzing with yours. A shiver of desire ran through your famished body at the dizzying taste of blood and whiskey. When he broke the kiss, your breath was slightly hitching. "You're the most dazzling creature I've ever seen, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to find a solution to soothe yer hunger." Arthur swore, the glow of a mad and obsessive love dancing in his eyes, "That will be our secret ay."
"Our secret." Your mouth, painted in a gruesome shade of crimson, curled into a wicked and enamored smile. The blood, thick and vicious, clung to your lips and stood against your otherwise delicate and angelic features.
Dead branches cracked under your feet but apart from them, a stern silence lingered in the forest, only disrupted by the eerie howling of the wind. Your pale locks seemed to shimmer and merge with the ethereal glow of the night, casting an unsettling radiance on their fresh-fallen snow color. As you walked all naked with a haunting grace, your steps echoed softly in the silence of the woods. A winter breeze caressed your bosom, making your nipples harden, but you didn't react, unable to feel cold anymore. Surprisingly enough, no animal had dared cross your path, as if they sensed what kind of lethal and inhumane creature you had become. The only exception was the majestic deer that was by your side, accompanying you like a silent sentinel with ashen fur. The black pools of darkness that constituted its eyes contrasted with yours, glassy like the clouded gaze of a corpse. Yet, you still bore one common feature: an uncanny malice shone in them. In your trance, you reached for the deer antlers, your fingertips gently stroking its bony texture. Guided by the drums and the whispers, you disappeared into the depths of the woods, tired of fighting against this alluring call.
How long did you wander in the woods? And what had happened in there? No one could knew. What Arthur knew though was that when he woke up, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the sheets, and your tiny shivering being painted in red.
"Arthur... I think I did something bad..."
"What... The bloody hell..."
He mouthed, his steel blue eyes gawking in shock at the majestic and bony antlers on your head.
notes: While this is mainly a supernatural AU written for both Halloween and my lovely moot’s celebration, the myth of the Wendigo is one of the inspirations that brought the character of Heaven to life. From her aesthetic (forest, antlers...) to the whole atmosphere and story of her hunting down men in the woods prior to her coming to Birmingham, the myth of the Wendigo is embedded in the essence of her character. This is partly due to the fact that it’s my favorite creature along with the myth of the boogeyman, but also because of my long-term fascination with cannibalism. Admittedly, the myth of the Wendigo is Algonquian and has been twisted a lot by Western media. Yet, I tried to respect some aspects of the original beast the best I could and sincerely hope it won't pass for cultural appropriation.
✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.
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Here we go! Chapter 8 Volume... Huh?
Voulme 2? I thought this is still Volume 1. Am I tripping?
Anyway! Just a moment of appreciation for this parody page of he cover.
This while thing is so "busy" yet it still make sense. There's so many elements layering on top of each other. It should be a confusing mess. However, I can still easily pick out the four components that tells a story.
Component 1: Vash as a happy salary man being served a drink by a geisha (judging from the hairstyle and accessory) with shadowed eyes on the opposite end of the page.
Component 2: BDN at the dead center. The text makes it a bit difficult to confirm if he has a top knot, but he definitely is rocking a traditional Japanese look. He looks menacingly at Vash as he drinks.
Component 3: Meryl and Milly running in a hurry but for two clearly different purposes. Meryl looks like a traditional restaurant staff frantically trying to serve a lot of guests. Meanwhile, Milly doesn't look she's working anywhere near the food service industry with her get up and the tool that she has on hand.
Component 4: The Bad Lads drinking in celebration while an ambulance seems to be sounding its sirens as it parked near them.
Look. I may seem to be too obsessed with this gag page but it's crazy how its a fucking busy mess that still works at telling a cohesive story!
With just this two page drawing, I can infer easily that someone is in danger and may need to be hospitalized - so the ambulance was called and asked to stand by. Milly is probably the heroine about to save the day with the overworked yet eager to help Meryl. The party the Bad Lads are having is a big distraction at a possible murder attempt starring Vash as the victim, the geisha as the accomplice, and BDN as the mastermind.
I'M SORRY BUT HOW THE FUCK?!!!
And don't get me started on the scaling of each figure and the silhouettes. Just... I'll just repeat, Nightow is amazing for how pretty AND technical his drawing is. It's so clean. Wow...
Sorry for getting derailed. So, back to the chapter.
Ok. I lied. Let me just appreciate Winter Mery and Milly here. I love them so much and they so fucking cute here with their dynamic pose... solid silhouette... Clean fucking lines... Sorry... Give me a minute!!!
Sigh~
Interesting. So, '98 rearranged the sequence of events here. This happened a bit later... which I think is better. It adds more impact on Vash's duel against BDN.
These guys are no stormtrooper shooters. They having really good aim!
They didn't hit Vash. Okay. Maybe the tails of his coat now have fresh bullet holes, but aside from that, Vash is fairly intact. The Bad Lads have great accuracy.
This is an intriguing way of drawing a spinning gun. It's simple but effective in visually communicating that that is what BDN is doing. A good choice. Thinking about it... If three twirling guns in a blur of circles were drawn, it would be too distracting and BDN will be overwhelmed in the panel.
Cool foreshortening. Incredible detail on the filigree. And a bonus Goofy Face Vash!
So so fucking glad '98 was faithful to the manga with these scenes. Meryl and Milly were such badasses here.
Huh... Well that's a huge difference. There's not much:
GASP! It'S VaSH tHe STampeDE!
vASh ThE StAMpEdE?!
VASH THE STAMPEDE!!!
It can get a bit much... sometimes in '98. So, this is refreshing.
WHAT...
WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?!!!
So, those lines by Miss Purple Avenger from the filler episode were originally from BRILLIANT DYNAMITES NEON?!
I-
Oooohhh.... Pretty art... Wait no... I can't distracted. I'm mad!
I'M VERY VERY MAD!!!
OML! This is much more intense! IT ADDS SO MUCH WEIGHT TO THE DUEL!
Oh my goodness... This nuance... WHY WAS THIS CHANGED?!
Not to say that Miss Purple Avenger and the episode featuring her was bad. It was actually great! Her version of July was nightmare inducing... and her confrontation with Vash was truly tragic too but.... Uhm...uh... AAHHHH!!!! I CAN'T CHOOSE! THEY'RE BOTH GOOD!
Oh... break my heart into fucking pieces will you huh?!
LOOK AT THESE! Manga Vash getting cheered on by the people! People were supporting him! He is being treated nicely as he deserved.
Even in '98! It was not as overt at this page. However, that scene of the captain from the beginning of this chapter replaced these panels instead and is just as effective. '98 Vash has people believing the good in him.
TRISTAMP VASH WAS ROBBED!!! HE NEVER HAD THESE!!! That poor precious boy! The few precious people who supports him only showed up near the end... and... and...
Now getting even more upset again with the Jeonora Episodes in Tristamp!
It's so not fair!
Oooh. A cinematic page!
HOLY SHIT!!! THESE PAGES ARE AMAZING!
I can't believe this. This fight is better in the manga!
I am not dissing Studio Madhouse for what they've done tho. The '98 Duel was epic too! They did great! But all these crazy angles and perspectives in the manga just elevate the overall awesomeness of the gunfight. It's just more immersive.
Tbf to the '98 anime, this is a nightmare to animate faithfully. With the technology and techniques at the time, this would be so difficult to pull off beautifully - going topsy turvy in one smooth motion for two characters at the same time in a fight scene with a complicated moving background? Yeah... The animation staff would go insane. It's totally understandable that they simplified this duel into extreme close ups and strong facial + gun drawings instead.
I hope Studio Orange re-hashes this fight in some way tho... or does the Episode 1 duel count?
Sigh... With the my discovery that Miss Purple Avenger's lines were actually BDN's, and that the outrage towards Vash for not remembering anything about July belongs to the Bad Lads', these words have become so much more meaningful.
It's also now more effective at convincing me that Brilliant Dynamites Neon have hidden depths.
Oh... Ow... The detailing here is just ow for the hands of an artist. Perhaps I overreacting, but those fine lines in the crooks and crannies make me wince.
Once again tag responses:
@revenantghost
Yeah. The more I see his work, the more I'm awed by his skills. That's a cool detail that his design incorporate realism. I thought the glasses are for the light tho? But maybe it's like those the Olympian gunners wore during the competition?
The dead REALLY haunting the narrative? Looking forward to it!
@takeshidude
Ok. Monthly publication are still grueling but at least its not as nightmarish with weekly mangakas. No wonder the quality is consistent with the art. Nightow was allowed to breathe.
You make a good point. '98 did have a bit of a mystery woven into it. We know Vash the Stampede - we follow his misadventures and people kept saying who he is ad nauseam in every episode. However, we don't really know know him for quite a long time. It's a different, but no less interesting, spin to the story.
Which kinda explains I'm misremembering some scenes and characterizations? The last third of '98 made a long lasting impression that I kinda forgot about Vash's horn dogginess.
#trigunbookclub#trimax journey#there is no escape#i'm due for a re-watch of '98#but i am a bit upset at the change of who mentioned july#yeah some may say it's a tiny thing but those questions about july COMING FROM bdn before the duel is just much more impactful!#especially when contrasted with the previous chapter where vash tells kaite about his pacifistic ideals#it's a metaphorical slap to the face like...#PREVIOUSLY - vash: kaite i don't want to kill because i promised someone i never would#CURRENTLY - bnd: oi vash! why fuck did you kill everyone in july?#just the absolute whiplash minfuck of it all! tho '98 did it too because Miss Avenger episode was AFTER the Love & Peace one#the events just kinda flows so much better here in the manga than '98...#ALSO! bnd mentioning july makes it more convincing that he's not a 100% asshole thirsting for nothing but mayhem and blood#'98 keeping his 'life shines brighest' line is a bit lackluster when he didn't show any redeeming qualities whatsoever#here in the manga there is an implication that while he is a ruthless criminal - he has a line that he thinks vash had crossed#hence his seemingly more 'personal' stake on the duel#idk aughhh#sorry for rambling here for too long in the tags#i'm going back and forth at this#because '98 isn't bad AND they did stick to the core idea regarding the july question to vash#plus people losing their humanity to fight for survival is plain terrifying#sigh... this manga is going to keep me at my toes even if i watched the two animes already
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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (7) | s.r
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (future)
Genre: Angsty city babyy!
Summary: The Avengers have a reunion... in Germany... at the airport... with a few new members.
(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence
a/n: this was so hard to write wtf?
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As soon as she and Steve have the grounded chopper in sight, An electro-disabler slams onto the chopper, frying the systems and rendering it useless. Steve and Y/n look up.
She watches with burning annoyance as Tony and Rhodey descend.
“Wow!” Tony fakes surprise looking at Rhodey, “It's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?”
“Definitely weird,” Rhodey answers.
“Hear me out, Tony,” Steve pleads. It almost seems genuine. “That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this.”
T'Challa leaps over a truck, “Captain.”
“Your Highness,” Steve replies.
“Anyway” Tony begins, as he walks around, “Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?”
“You're after the wrong guy.”
“Your judgment is askew.” She’s seldom seen her brother this fucking furious, but then again, maybe it’s cause it’s Steve. “Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.”
“And there are five more super soldiers just like him,” Steve argues. “I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.”
And then,
“Steve—you know what's about to happen,” Natasha chimes in joining the growing confrontation. “Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?”
No one’s addressed her since this entire thing—
“Why are you being so uncharacteristically fucking quiet!?” Tony screams at her.
Taken aback a bit, she straightens up. “What’s left to say?”
“Are you seriously going along with this? You know how this ends, way better than him,” Natasha tries to reason with her.
She shrugs. “I don’t—Frankly, I don’t care about any of this. I just want to go home.” She says it simple and sweet. Because it’s true. She understands that there is a threat looming but she’s sure Steve can handle it. If you asked her two weeks ago, she would have been enthusiastic about the whole thing, a mission to take down the last vestiges of HYDRA, of her nightmare—what’s not to love?
But that was then and this is now, and now she has to fight her way through her friends to fight with some villain and that just—call her selfish but that just seems unnecessarily tedious. She just wants this all to be over. Part of her wishes things could just go back to that party at the Tower before Ultron attacked. Everything was… It was all so easy then. She misses it.
“Then let’s go home!” Tony urges.
And all she can do is let out a laugh in disbelief. “I said I wanna go home… Not a fucking prison cell.”
Tony clenches his jaw. “ All right, I've run out of patience.” He cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, “Underoos!”
And suddenly, there is liquid spilling out onto tying up her and Steve’s hands. A person in tight fitted red and blue suit flips over and snatches the shield. He lands on top of a truck, joining the ensemble.
FUCK TONY! She thinks. What did you do?
“Nice job, kid,” Tony compliments with a smile.
“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit—Wait! It's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's--it's perfect. Thank you.”
“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation,” Tony comments.
“Okay. Cap… Captain,” Spider-Man nods. “Big fan, I'm Spider-Man.” If he weren’t wearing a mask, Y/n is sure he’d be smiling.
“Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just—” He waves his hands dismissively. “—Good job.”
“Hey, everyone,” Spider-Man greets.
“You've been busy.” Steve notes, there is a blatant hint of disapproval in his words.
“And you’ve been a complete idiot!” Tony counters, pissed. “Dragging in Clint. ‘Rescuing’ Wanda from a place she doesn’t even want to leave—a safe space.”
“How are you any fucking different, Stark?!” Y/n bites back. She’s pissed too. If she hasn’t made it clear yet, she would like for it to be put on record that she is outraged, beyond outraged that she has to fight the tiny little family she has been able to piece together over something as heinous as her fear of being imprisoned again. She hates every second of it but this?
This is a new level of stupid on Tony’s part.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you bring him here?” She asks, pointing at Spider-Man. She’s well aware of who he is. It is her job to know. Which means she knows, that he’s just a fucking kid!
Y/n is about to blow a fucking gasket.
Tony just runs a hand over his face, looking exhausted. “I did what I had to do. You’re not giving me a lot of options here.”
“Fuck off, Tony!” She throws back because that is nowhere near a valid excuse to bring the kid into this.
“I'm trying to keep—” He sighs. “I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart,” Tony urges.
“You did that when you signed,” Steve answers.
That might be the only thing that she and Steve agree on.
“Alright, We're done,” Tony announces. “You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys—with no compunction about being impolite.” He pauses for a second, and then a final plea, “Come on.”.
Sam’s voice rings out over the comms, “We found it. Their Quinjet’s in hanger five, north runway.”
Instantly both she and Steve hold their hands up and Clint shoots the web off.
Tony’s helmet goes up as he turns to look at the source of the arrow.
“Alright, Lang,” Steve signals Lang to get to it.
And Lang does not disappoint.
“Hey, guys, something—” Spider-Man is cut off by Lang sizing back up from Cap’s shield and retrieving it.
“Whoa. What--what the hell was that?” Rhodey asks aloud, confused as fuck.
Lang hands the shield back to Steve, “I believe this is yours, Captain America.”
“Oh, great. Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her.” Tony announces all their locations. “Rhodey, you want to take Cap?” He asks before flying off.
“Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes,” Rhodey calls out, as he begins to take flight.
Steve launches his shield, aiming for the chest of Rhodey’s suit, temporarily incapacitating him.
“Barnes is mine!” T’Challa runs off and Steve swiftly follows behind.
Spider-Man swings away upon receiving whatever order he receives from Tony.
“I’m gonna—” Lang points over to Rhodey, to which Y/n just nods in response.
“Guess that just leaves you and me,” Natasha notes.
Y/n smiles a little, “In any other circumstance I would’ve enjoyed that more.”
Natasha smiles too, before she lunges at her.
Y/n easily dodges every attack that Natasha throws at her. Nat’s trained. She’s amazing, agile and utterly formidable… But Y/n is better. Looking at her, it’s easy to forget that while she’s damn near ancient at this point. But she is. She has done this a lot longer than any other member of her team.
“You’re not fighting me,” Natasha notes.
Dodging another punch, “I don’t want to,” Y/n answers.
“How do you plan on fixing this?” She asks.
Taking a step back, with furrowed brows, “Why am I supposed to solve it?”
“Well, it was supposed to be us—you and I, together. But then you decided to leave with Steve.” Natasha counters. Her attacks are getting more intrusive, it’s taking a lot more work to dodge them.
“I left cause of Sergant Barnes, Steve cannot handle him alone and you know it,” Y/n reasoned.
“And you can?”
“I’m not alone, am I?” Y/n’s getting a little annoyed.
“That doesn’t feel like a betrayal at all,” Natasha bites back, kicking her hard in the side.
“Fuck!” Y/n curses. Clicking her tongue, she swallows a groan while holding her side. “Yeah, like you didn’t fucking betray me signing that goddamn document.”
“These boys are demarcating the playground, claiming a side of their own.” Natasha lands another blow on her chest, making her stumble back sputtering. “They can’t clean up after themselves. They are too headstrong, too naive to see sense. We have to fix this!”
Y/n has had enough. When Natasha carges at her again, she stops her. Blocking with one hand, she knees Nat in the side. “It’s not my fucking responsibility!” Pushing her back, she counters Nat’s attacks easily. “I never wanted to be a part of this shit show. I didn’t want it then, I don’t want it now. This is not my fucking mess!” Y/n throws a punch. ”I just want to go home.”
Natasha blocks her. And then… then she fucking smiles.
It’s not a cunning one. It’s not mocking either. It’s something like sympathy.
“You’re fighting me,” Natasha notes. And belatedly, Y/n realises, that yeah… yeah she is. “You’re always going to be a better fighter than me, Y/n. But this,” she taps at Y/n’s chest, right above her heart, “you let this loose way too easily. You make it too damn easy for me to do this.” Natasha manouvers herself around Y/n and pins her to the floor, trapped between fucking her legs. Fuck me, Y/n thinks. With a crippling elbow punch to the gut, Natasha gets up on her feet, leaving Y/n coughing on the floor.
“Just say what you want to say,” Y/n asks from where she’s lying flat on her ass.
“You cannot keep claiming Switzerland. You don’t want to pick a side? Don’t. Be on your own side, but don’t keep pretending to be uninvolved. Look around you, Y/n… you already are involved.”
With that, Natasha is off too, leaving Y/n to gather up her leftover dignity.
The fight, or well should she call it the fights—cause there are multiple—the fights continue. Vision enters the arena and draws a literal line in the sand.
“Captain Rogers,” he says, levitating above them, “I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now.”
As politely as it’s worded, it still remains a warning. Warning Steve to stop, but come on. Has that ever fucking worked with Steve ‘Bullheaded’ Rogers?
Both teams charge at each other and Y/n just hates all of it. It feels absurd to fight against the people she has fought shoulder to shoulder, but in the moment, it feels like she just doesn’t have a choice… Does she?
She loses track of everyone she faces off, but rest assured it’s everyone but the Spider-Man. She tries her best to avoid using her powers, bringing up her armour only as defence. The powers—her attacks are meant to harm. These aren’t the people she would ever wish harm upon.
Eventually she stumbles upon Spider-Man, barely holding up what once must have been a gangway. Manifesting the armour onto her arms and then curling her hand around the hilt of her sword as it’s forming into existence from her dimension, she glitches in just above him and free falls to the ground, cutting the whole thing down.
She lands on her knee.
“Miss Stark!” Spider-Man yells out in excitement, dropping the halved gangway with ease. “It is so great to meet you! I am a huge fan, especially of your—”
She cuts him off, her sword disassembling out of existence, “Who did that?” she asks, pointing at the completely unrecognizable gangway.
“Captain America,” he answers easily. “Aren’t you on his team?”
“I don’t know which fucking team I’m on!” Y/n answers, throwing her arms up in utter frustration.
The kid for his part remains calm, giving her a moment to compose herself again.
Sighing, she looks up at him, “Do you make it a habit of willing following men dressed like stop signs to Germany, or is this one off thing?”
“Mr. Stark said he needed help… How could I say no?”
There so much fucking ernestness in his words it burns Y/n from within.
“Go home, kid,” she tells him. “Tony—he…” She shakes her head. “All this is way too bigger than you…”
“I can handle it,” he replies, sounding almost desperate.
“I don’t doubt it,” She answers, because she doesn’t. “But you’re better at being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.” With that she begins to walk away.
The kid, however, has other ideas. He shoots a web at her and instantly her sword manifests once again, cutting it down before it can stick to her. “Don’t be dumb, kid,” she scolds gently, glitching a few meters away. “Go home!” She yells out and glitches out of his sight.
As it goes on, at some point, a realization strikes them all.
“We gotta go,” Barnes’ voice rings out over the comms. She’s not sure she’ll ever get used to having that voice in her ear speaking anything but crude monosyllabic words in German. “That guy's probably in Siberia by now.”
“We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Tony. You get to the jet,” Steve replies. “Y/n, think you can take on Vision?”
“You bet you star-spangled ass—” She’s cut off before she can verbally assault Steve for questioning her at all.
“No, you get to the jet! All three of you!” Sam reasons, sounding a little strained. When she spots him in the air, Rhodey hot on his trail. “The rest of us aren't getting out of here.”
She wants to cut in, but before she gets the chance to, T’Challa throat punches her, pissing her off. Her focus shifts to handling the King of Wakanda.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it,” Clint chimes in.
“This isn't the real fight, Steve,” Sam urges softly.
“Alright, Sam,” Steve acquieces. “What's the play?”
“We need a diversion, something big,” Sam says.
“I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long,” Scott answers instantly over the comms. “On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half—don't come back for me.”
“He's gonna tear himself in half?” Barnes questions, sounding just as confused as she feels.
“You're sure about this, Scott?” Steve asks him.
“I do it all the time. I mean once…in a lab,” Scott answers.
“And then what happened?” Y/n asks, finally being able to find her voice, having pinned T’Challa on the ground with her thighs roped around his neck.
“Then I passed out,” Scott answers.
“Awesome,” Y/n remarks before, T’Challa lands a blow on her side, making her losen her grip. Both are quickly on their feet again.
“You’ve gotten better, your majesty,” She tells him. T’Challa has always been a great fighter—trained by the Dora Malaje, of course she expects no less. “It feels like it was yesterday when I saw your father teaching you how to wield a staff.”
He charges at her with so much anger. “How dare you talk about my father when you choose to protect his murder!”
“T’Challa—” She tries but he’s not in a listening mood. He’s in an attacking mood; he keeps coming at her relentlessly. She dodges every strike.
“After all the kindness he showed you, you protect Barnes!? You are a traitor!”
“He didn’t kill your father, T’Challa! You have to know that,” Y/n tries to reason but clearly it has no affect. In the end she realizes she is not left with much of a choice.
Before she can react on her realization, however, Scott fucking Lang decides to grow to the size of fucking building.
“Mother of whore-loving motherfucker,” Y/n is damn near astounded.
“I guess that’s the signal,” Sam’s voice comes in from the comms.
As soon as the shock fades, T’Challa charges at her again and she does the same. Running at him, she uses the momentum kneeing him in the chest. He stumbles back a little, she takes that moment to kick him in the back of calve, disbalancing him to make him fall and as he falls, she strikes him in the chest.
With that, she glitches away.
“Y/n, you coming?” Steve asks over the comms.
“I don’t know,” she answers honestly, spotting Vision who’s eyes are set on Steve and Bucky who are running towards the quinjet.
She’s glitching in and out. Popping out of her dimension to attack Vision and then popping back in to stop herself from falling. It’s a fucking taxing thing, fighting an super-enhanced android with weird magic powers in the air, especially when you can’t fly.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam asks her on the radio.
“It means I’m fucking thinking about it!” She bites back.
“What’s there to think about?” Clink asks.
“I don’t know!” She glitches into her dimension. “Fuck” She says to herself, then glitches out. “Something about my responsibility in all this—I don’t fucking know!”
And then Vision decides to shoot a beam at her with the mindstone. Her armour deflects but the force throws her to the ground.
The fall hurts, it aches. It makes her ache in places she hasn’t ached since HYDRA had her. It’s all very fucking meloncholy if you ask her. So, you cannot blame her when she lies on her ass for a couple seconds, trying to recuperate.
Meanwhile, Vision uses his beam to cut the control tower in half. It begins to collapse over the entrance to the hanger the quinjet is in. Wanda tries to hold off the debris from crumbling to the ground, keeping the way clear for Steve and Barnes who are fast approaching on foot. However, Rhodey intervenes, blasting her with a sonic boom, making her loose control.
All of that is for naught, though, because Steve and Bucky do make it in.
“Need a hand?” A gold-titanium allow hand, painted bright red is extended to her.
She takes the hand, letting it help her stand on her feet. “Thanks,” she tells him. “Shouldn’t you be spending this time stopping them?” She asks, pointing at the scene unfolding behind them.
“I’m trying to stop you,” Tony says evenly. And then, before she can even tell him she’s not sure if he needs to, if what she really wants to do is stick around and fix it—she doesn’t know how exactly but she wants to try, if any of this is necessary, she hears a sound. It’s a sound that has become almost ambient to her, a sound that used to bring her comfort, a sound that used to mean there was someone watching her back—the sound of Tony’s repulsors being activated.
She feels the hit before he even aims for it.
“Don’t make me stop you, Stark,” Tony says sofly, his eyes are welling up but so are hers. She has categorically avoided him the entire time, knowing full well that faced with him, she’d just surrender and find a way to escape at a later point. But this… This fucking hurts.
It burns her. It burns her from within.
The man doesn’t even have to take the shot to make her bleed.
But his arms come up to aim the repulsors at her anyway.
“Really?” She asks him.
“I don’t want to do this,” he begs.
It doesn’t matter though, it doesn’t fucking matter because he is doing it. He’s aiming at her. Her baby brother is aiming his weapons at her, hesitantly but he’s aiming nonetheless. It fucking breaks her her.
Her hands clench into fists. A tear escapes her eyes. And a single word slips out of her lips “Traitor.”
She glitches away.
When she glitches out, she’s facing Natasha.
As their eyes meet, Natasha fires a widow bite from her wrist. Y/n waits for the hit but it never comes, turning back she met with T’Challa, who’s being incapacitated by the low voltage shocks from the widow bite.
“Oh,” Y/n notes, turning back at Natasha.
Her brows forrow at that reaction. “What?” When all Y/n does is point at T’Challa behind him, Nat continues, “What are you waiting for? Go!”
“I—I’m not going…” she answers, dumbly. “I came here to stop you from stopping—” her eyes fly to Barnes and Steve who are already inside the jet. “—them…”
“Not going?” Natasha asks, with a smile.
Clenching her jaw, Y/n replies, “Not yet.”
Natasha just nods at her.
As the two super soldiers take off, T’Challa frees himself and tries to grab onto the jet but fails inevitably, landing easily on the ground.
He comes to face Natasha and even with the mask on Y/n can practically see how pissed off he is.
“I said I'd help you find him, not catch him. There's a difference,” Natasha tells him with a somewhat false sense of confidence, knowing very well herself that she’s lying.
This is awkward, is all Y/n can think as she stands between the two of them.
As the three of them make their way out, she watches as Lang is going down in all his (Gi)Ant-Man might, Spider-Man’s webbing tied around his legs. Tony and Rhodey punch him out of the sky and Y/n can see the last vestiges of her ‘side’ crumbling.
In front of her, a few meters ahead, Vision has Wanda in her grasp, holding onto her and protecting her gently.
While the jet flies off, Rhodey and Tony both take off after it, Sam is hot on their trails. Either of the two iron-men must call out an order because then Vision looks up at them in the sky. He uses the mind stone again, shooting off a beam. She’s sure it’s meant for Sam, but he folds away his wings, dropping altitude so the beam misses him entire, hitting Rhodey instead.
For the next minute or so, everything happens in slow-motion.
Rhodey begins to fall. He begins falling from the sky.
Her confusion over his inaction only lasts a second but the moment its clear that the beam hit Rhodey’s core, shutting the suit down, Y/n runs into action.
She begins glitching in and out, trying to get higher and closer to Rhodey, coming out only to calculate how much farther he is from her reach.
Glitch, need to be higher.
Glitch, need to be closer.
Glitch, need to be further.
Glitch, need to be faster.
She can reach him. She’s sure.
But…
But the ground is creeping in and Rhodey’s been falling for way too long.
She needs to slow his speed or he’ll—
No time to think.
No time for anything but action.
The next time she glitches out, she grabs Rhodey.
“Y/n!” He yells out, afraid and lost.
“I got you,” she tells him. “I got you, Rhodey.”
She glitches him into her dimension, trying to decrease his speed.
“FUCK!”
It’s not easy.
Fuck it’s damn near impossible for her.
She’s not good enough.
Especially not good enough at controlling her dimension when he’s been freefalling from the sky, in an impeccably heavy suit of weapons, and machine and metal. He’d been falling too long, with too much weight.
She holds onto him, making her dimension denser, not enough but still, denser.
Manouvering herself under him, she extends her armour from her arms to span across her back. If she can’t slow him to a halt, she can cushion his fall.
When they glitch out of the dimension, the change in force hits them hard, slowing them down a little bit more. But the wind does not cooperate. The wind is a fucking bitch. Y/n cannot completely sustain the suits weight on her, but she tries her best.
As they brace themselves for what will undoubtedly be a rough fucking landing, the last thing she sees is Tony flying towards them.
They crash.
The impact creates a fucking pit in the ground.
Before she can try helpless to move Rhodey off of her to check on him, Tony lands next to them and does it.
He pulls off Rhodey’s face plate, and asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to check his vitals.
“Heartbeat detected. Emergency medical is on its way,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replies.
His eyes fly over to Y/n then. Hand on her chest in an instant, He says, “ F.R.I.D.A.Y. assess damage.”
“I’m fine,” Y/n tries, pushing him off of her but the blood she coughs out makes it seem like an act.
“Six broken ribs and heavy internal bleeding, sir. But her hearbeat holding steady. Miss Stark will be fine till the emergency medical arrives.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. tells him.
Y/n doesn’t care, she tries to get up but struggles somewhat hopelessly. Tony’s hands come to help her and she manages to get onto her knees to look at Rhodey.
He’s bleeding, she notes, from his nose.
Her jaw clenches, eyes watering up.
Somewhere behind them, Sam lands on his feet and apologizes. Tony blasts him with his repulsors but Y/n can’t bring herself to give a damn.
Both siblings wait there—lost and scared, each with a hand on the chest of their best friend, and prayers on their lips to a God they stopped believing in, waiting for help to arrive.
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I didn't dare investigate the link, so I have no clue if it's an official ad (disgusting) or a scam (hysterically disgusting), but ya'll gotta see this fucking ad I got:
Whyyyyyyy is it a weird blend of winter and fall? Why are there butterflies? Where's the Partners statue? Did Walt take Mickey by the hand and walk him the fuck away from this scene?
Also what's with the demon children???
I was so distracted by the one in the back's face I failed to notice its mangled leg. Also I think the vaguely Minnie looking one is eating another child.
Nightmare bear creature running in one direction as it faces another~
And my favorite game: Child or handbag (sorry it's so tiny, cropping said no lmao)
"Wow AI ads of Disney sure make me want to go to Disney!" Said no one ever. ("Free me from AI hell!" is probably more accurate)
#lea's a dumbass#tag yourself i'm the demon bear#also hi possum and infifi lmao#possum and infifi photobomb
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Incorrect quotes with my rottmnt ocs and the turtles
Ocs : sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie
part 2 electric boogaloo
Donnie : What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?
Marcy, sleeping over at the lair for the night and is cuddled up half awake next to him : Donnie, I’m begging you. Please get some sleep
Donnie : What gif I don't want to?
Marcy : Fuck You
Mikey: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?
Angie : pink mums, why?
Mikey:
Angie : Were you going to get me flowers?
Mikey:
Angie :
Mikey: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ
*it’s the Middle of winter and the turtles are in brumation*
Angie, who came over to cheer him up : Mikey, time for breakfast! Want some pancakes?
Mikey clinging onto Angie like a koala : no
Angie : Mikey, it’s time for lunch! I made some Homemade pizza and breadsticks!
Mikey huddled up under electric blankets trying to tug Angie in for cuddles : nooo
Angie : Mikey, it’s ten at night time for bed-
Mikey, wide awake and instantly dragging Angie into the blanket pile for snuggles and a movie marathon : NOOOO-
Meat-sweats after the turtles defeat him once again while Angie and her sisters witness it, looking right at Mikey : may your marinara sauce never cling to your pasta!
Mikey and Angie who both love cooking nearly trying to claw his face off : EXCUSE YOU!?!? COME UP HERE AND SAY THAT TO OUR FACES MOTHERFU-
Mikey : Angie the kitchen is on fire!
Angie who is half asleep, still has her sleep mask on and it’s almost 3am after a cooking show marathon she and him watched : babe, like…how big is the fucking fire?
Mikey : big
Angie, crawling out of bed : alright-
Leonardo : My hands are cold.
Skye : Here, let me hold them.
Leonardo : My lips are cold too.
Skye : *covers Leonardos mouth with her hand*
Raphael , throwing their head into Sunny's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Sunny, lovingly petting his head : Prince Charming from shrek could never compare
Raphael , sweating: Sunny, there’s something I need to ask you-
Sunny: Finally! You’re proposing!
Raphael : How’d you know?
Sunny: Raphael , you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
Sunny: I even picked it up once.
Raphael : Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.
Sunny: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.
Raphael : ...
Raphael : You mean ring bearER, right?
Sunny: ...
Raphael : Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
Side note - sunny loves this big sweetheart with all her heart. Likes to give raph shell scritches because she knows it helps his anxiety, doesn’t even mind the happy stink he emits.
Marcy: *seductively takes off glasses*
Marcy: Wow...
Donnie : *blushes* Haha... what?
Marcy: You're really fucking blurry.
Marcy: I owe you one.
Donnie : That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.
Donnie : Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Marcy: I wrote you a poem.
Donnie , already crying: You did?
Donnie : My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Marcy: *accidentally drops her new beta fish and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Donnie : That one. I want that one.
Side note - Marcy loves fish, so her accidentally injuring or killing one literally is her worst nightmare, but not to worry! she and Donnie had a arcade date and some comfort snacks to cheer her up (plus he stole a new beta fish for her)
Marcy: Thank you for not saying "I told you so."
Donnie : When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.
Marcy: Did you have to stab them?
Donnie: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.
Marcy: What did they say?
Donnie: "What are you going to do, stab me?"
Marcy: That’s fair.
Skye : You are an absolute fucking dork.
Leonardo, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork!
Skye : *smooches him on the forehead* Yeah, you're my dork.
Leonardo: *is throwing stones at Skye’s window*
Skye : You have a phone for a reason, Leonardo!
*THUD*
Skye : DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!
Leonardo: You’re giving me a sticker?
Skye : Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”
Leonardo: I’m not a preschooler.
Skye : Fine, I’ll take it back-
Leonardo: I earned this, back off!
Skye : My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.
Leonardo: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.
Skye : Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?
Spoiler alert - she came back with the pancakes an hour later, skateboarded halfway across New York and back to get them for him
Skye : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Leonardo: But, Mi amor, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Skye : wait….Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Leonardo: Is it working?
Leonardo: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.
Skye :
Leonardo: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Mi amor? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?
Skye : 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&M’s
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This book took me a month to finish. Freaking out and needing to lay down and cry didn’t help. I have THOUGHTS and OPINIONS about Mab and the winter knight mantel.
Content warning: Sexual assault
So it begins
This book is going to change everything.
I can’t wait for dad Harry.
“They’ve taken our daughter.” pg. 1 What a way to open a book.
Harry’s living out every parent's worst nightmare.
“And she never told me.” pg. 4 Why didn’t Susan tell Harry they had a daughter.
“I’d never really forgiven myself for what happened to her.” pg. 5 It’s not your fault.
“I looked at him, shocked…he’d used grammar.” pg. 8 Ha
Wow Mac is really giving good advice.
“It seems like something you should have told me.” pg. 15 Yep why didn’t Susan tell Harry?
“How many people have gotten killed around you, Harry?” pg. 16 That’s not fair to Harry.
Wow, Harry really doesn’t like Martin.
“Duke Ortega’s widow. She’s sworn revenge on me” pg. 32 But Harry didn’t kill Ortega, that was Ebenezer?
The Red Court really used Harry’s office. Ouch poor Harry.
“Fuck subtle” pg. 35 Ha and so cool.
“It saw me round the corner, and its goggling black eyes seemed to get even larger. It let out a scream of…
Terror
It screamed in fear.” pg. 38 Yep Harry is scary
Did…did the vampire run through the wall???
“Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that’s me.” pg. 39 Ha
“Those jerks,” I said, “They told us it was they were cleaning out asbestos!” pg. 42 Ha
They put bombs in Harry’s office really?
Oh no Harry’s office is destroyed :(
Why didn’t the Red Court just kill Harry? Click boom no more wizard. Why kidnap his daughter? They clearly must need them both to be alive for whatever they’re doing.
Why would you go to Edinburgh? I doubt the White Council will help.
Merlin created the White Council and created the Laws? Huh
“It must have come out more threatening then I thought it had, because half a dozen White Council hard cases stopped walking. They traded looks with one another.” pg. 86 Scary Harry
“I was here when Morgan drank himself into a stupor after your trail, Harry.” pg. 93 Interesting
“The human population has expanded with unthinkable speed in the last two centuries. More and more wizard-level talents are being born. Every time one of them goes warlock, we have less and less time to confront the problem-and nowhere near enough to help.”
“Prevention.” I said. “Find them early and they don’t go warlock.”
“Resources.” She sighed. We’d had this talk before. “If the entire Council did nothing but Warden duty, full-time, it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Education,” I said “Use Paranet. Get the smaller talents to help identify the gifted.” pg. 95 I’m glad Harry is bringing up points that I had. They’re good points.
The Merlin’s actual name is Arthur? Really? As in King Arthur and Merlin from Camelot? Ironic?
“He is an irritating, arrogant, and formidable man.” pg. 100 Ha
“Langtry looked at me patiently. Then he looked at Luccio” pg. 100 Does the Merlin not know about Jamestown? What rock has he been living under?
“We’re going to exterminate them.” pg. 102 Well Harry’s going to, not you
“I am not asking you. I am ordering you to desist, warden Dresden.” pg. 103 That’s not going to go over well. Harry doesn’t really take orders. He (Merlin) should really take a lesson or two from Ventinari use reverse psychology
“No one life, innocent or not, is worth more than that.”
“You’ve got it backwards, you know” I told him quietly. “No life is worth more than that? No, Merlin. No life is worth less.” pg. 103 I agree with Harry. Merlin’s in the wrong. You let this child die and it’s a slippery slope. If you let this child die then what’s to say you would let other children die.
How many people knew about Maggie? Where was she kidnapped? How did she get kidnapped? When was she kidnapped? Did the mortal police get involved? I have questions.
“Susan looked from Molly to me and seemed to come to some kind of conclusion.” pg. 108 What conclusion?
“A little less than twenty-four hours before I called you.” pg. 110 The first forty-eight are the most important in kidnapping cases.
“Your aura is all screwed up. It’s like looking at an exploding paint factory. Crazy people get that way.” pg. 117 Harry isn’t doing well.
“Human sacrifice” pg. 118 Oh no
Hmm I’m not convinced with Harry’s guess work. If the Red Court wanted to destroy the Council with human sacrifice they could have used anyone right? Why Harry’s kid unless they were targeting Harry. Why would they target Harry? I know he started the war but he hasn’t really been fighting a lot of Red Court vampires lately. The last one was the Duke but that was a duel they both agreed to and Harry didn’t even kill him that was Ebenezar. It’s not like a spell could target the same people in an organization there’d have to be some connection between them. But that brings into question why not blow him up with his rigged office? All we (Harry and I) know is that the Red Court is using dark magic fueled by the human sacrifice of his daughter. Hmmm
We’re missing clues
I need a bulletin board and red string
“I am going to throw Rudolph halfway across Lake Michigan and see if the slimy little turd floats.” pg. 122 Throw him do it!
I’m glad Murphy sees that there’s more to this.
“I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that, then so be it. Me and the kid will some marshmallows.” pg. 123 Papa wolf Harry
“I rubbed my thumb against the spot between my eyebrows where a headache was forming.” pg. 125 Hi Bonnie
“I emerged into the NeverNever, my shields at full strength, my blasting rod ready to unleash hell, as the invisible sphere of force around me slammed into-a rather lovely bed of daisies.” pg. 136 Ha
“and at least two cases of arson” pg. 155 Only two? I thought it’d be more.
“It wasn’t my fault.” I said “The building thing” pg. 155 Ha and yes it was if a buildings on fire and you’re anywhere near the building it’s usually your fault Harry.
“Mouse let out a sudden, deep growl.” pg. 170 Oh no trouble
Lea! It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you
“(Completely ignoring the fact that it was neither meant to spin nor mounted on any kind mechanism that would make such a thing possible)” pg. 172 Ha
“Martin plummeted from the ceiling and landed on the threadbare throw rug covering the concrete floor. Nobody was there to catch him, which was awful. Just awful.” pg. 176 Ha
So Lea has been protecting Harry. That’s nice of her I think
“I trailed off as I looked up at Martin and Susan staring at me, their jaws kind of hanging limply.” pg. 189 Ha
“Maybe you settled it, but she didn’t. She’s in love” pg. 193 I thought we were past this.
Oh no, the poor Mendozas family :(
How did the Red Court find out about Maggie and the Mendozas family? Did someone betray the group? I don’t see how they could find out about her on their own.
“Martin drew a short pistol” pg. 201 Martin No Bad Don’t you dare shoot that gun
Nice try Carlos you’ve done got yourself jailed
Ivy! I hope she’s doing well
Marcone!!! Yes let’s go! Marcone come help Harry there’s a child in danger
“Ebenezar sighed, and his tired face looked more tired. “What you’re doing is good and right. But it ain’t smart. And it’s a lesson you haven’t learned yet.
“What lesson?”
“Sometimes Hoss,” he said very gently, “you lose. Sometimes the darkness takes everyone. Sometimes the monster escapes to kill again another day.” He shook his head and looked down. “Sometimes, Hoss, the innocent little ones are murdered. And there’s not one goddamned thing you can do about it.”
“Leave her to die” I snarled. “That’s what you want me to do?”
“I want you to help save millions or billions of little girls, boy,” he said, his own voice dropping into a hard growl. “Not throw them away for the sake of one.” pg. 232 No that’s just as bad as Merlin. There’s a child in danger now. So Harry is going to save her.
“I ignored Marcone upon coming in and got in line.” pg. 241 Ha
“Dresden,” Marcone said “this is aggravating. Even for you”
“Yeah” pg. 242 Ha
“Marcone’s eyes narrowed. “Who is she to you, Dresden?”
“My client’s child,” pg. 244 Dose Marcone know the actual answer? Why doesn’t Harry tell Marcone? It’s not like Marcone will use the information against Harry.
“Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, “Eek” pg. 245 Ha
“And…I believe I have no objections to contributing against any organization which would victimize children so.” pg. 246 Yep as you should
“I’m trying to be diplomatic. The wisdom of my ass is well-known. If I didn’t lip off to them, after shooting my mouth off to faerie queens and Vampires Courts-plural, Courts-demigods and demon lords, they might get their feelings hurt.” pg. 254 Ha
Bloodline curse is scary
Are the Red Court trying to annihilate the White Court? Do they know about Thomas? Does Harry have more secret family members?!?
“You defy beings that should cow you into silence. You resist forces that are inevitable for no more reason than that you believe they should be resisted. You bow your head to neither demons nor angels, and you put yourself in harms way to defend those who cannot defend themselves.” He nodded slowly. “I think I like you.” pg. 261 So cool
Odin likes and respects Harry.
“Next to the cup of tea was a plate was a little plate with two cake doughnuts on it, both of them covered in thick white frosting and unmarred by sprinkles or any other edible decorations.” pg. 265 The legend of Harry grows. I think this is a call back to the doughnuts with Eldest Gruff.
“Martin was alphabetizing my bookshelves. They used to kill men for sacrilege like that.” pg. 267 Ha
“But for that to be true,” I said, “I would have to not be the center of the universe.” pg. 270 Ha
Whoa that kiss. How about everyone calm down and take a breath.
“Study with a wizard has made you manipulate.”
She sniffed a couple of times, and I opened my eyes to see her crying silently.
“N-no” she said “That was my mom.” pg. 273 Poor Molly
Harry should listen to Mouse
“She stared at me for a second and then rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Harry. Really? Are you really that clueless?” pg. 286 Yes he is and apparently so am I because I have no idea what Susan’s talking about.
Thomas I hope he’s doing ok. He’s taking the “you’re an uncle” news well I think.
The Eebs are scary and maybe insane
“She slid her body on top of mine, straddling my hips with hers.” pg. 313 Bad this is bad I don’t like this at all
“I’ve been abused by Red Court vampires in the past. I still have nightmares sometimes.” pg. 315 Oh no poor Harry more bad implications
So cool that Harry used his necklace.
“The cars remains.” pg. 321 Oh no the Blue Beetle :( the poor car
Molly please listen to Thomas and don’t touch him.
Oh no
Good boy Mouse stopping Thomas
Oh no Harry’s apartment. First his office then the Blue Beetle and now his apartment :(
“The small of my back hit the brick planter, and I achieved a new personal best for pain.” pg. 343 Oh no that’s got to hurt. Are we sure he hasn’t broken his back?
Sanya! Help has arrived
“I can’t feel my legs.” pg. 346 OH NO OH NO OH NO AAAHHHH!!!! This isn’t good :( He’s paralyzed from the waist down. How is he going to fix this?
How am I only half way through the book so much has happened ahhh
Harry go to the hospital!
Maybe Uriel can help?
“You tried to send me a bill.” pg. 358 What
“Whatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.” pg. 360 Good advice but Harry could use some physical help.
“Mab!” I called, my voice steady “Mab, Queen of Air and Darkness, Queen of the Winter Count! Mab, I bid you come forth!” pg. 360 This is how Harry becomes the Winter Knight?
Oh no the stone table. Lea warned Harry about it.
“I know I can’t bluff you. I won’t suicide. I’m here to deal in good faith.” pg. 371 Well about that
Poor Slate
I stand by the fact that Harry mercy kills Slate.
“I remembered when Bicanca and her minions had kept me prisoner. I remembered the things they had done to me.” pg. 378 More bad implications. Therapy please
“You may indulge yourself.” pg. 381 Yep that’s a scary thought of Lea indulging in herself.
“What we did wasn’t sex, regardless of what it appeared to be.” pg. 384 NOPE Mab is thousands of years older than Harry and she’ll be his boss and she has all the power right now. The power dynamic is bad. The age gap is bad. God/Divine being and mortal is bad. It’s all bad. This is dubious consent or questionable consent at best. I don’t like any of this. Why would Jim do this to Harry? This feels like sexual exploitation to me.
I wonder why Lea didn’t want Harry to be the Winter Knight? With the whole don’t let Mab bring you here to the stone table.
Butters! Good that he was prepared
“Stevie D looked like a man who suddenly realizes he is sitting near a hornet’s nest and is trying desperately not to run away screaming.” pg. 401 Ha
“Half of what I hear about you says Marcone wants you dead, that you hate his guts. The other half says you work for him sometimes. Kill people he thinks need killing.” pg. 401 Both can technically true. Depending on how you look at it. With Harry killing the man who killed one of Marcone’s men in Deadbeat. Harry kept proclaiming that he’s going to kill Marcone one of these days.
Why would Susan hire a gunman to kill Harry?
Toot-toot!
“You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame.” pg. 412 Ha
“Because every creature in Faerie got to see the ceremony.” pg. 413 That’s horrifying
“You”-he scrunched up his nose, digging in his memory-“tapped that ass. Presumably, it was a phat.” pg. 414 Is this supposed to be funny? Because I don’t find it funny. Am I the weird one for thinking this shouldn’t be a joke. I don’t find it funny as to how I read the Mab and Harry interaction. Please tell me if I am reading too much into this. I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“Dammit, Dresden. Can’t you ever do anything quietly and in an orderly fashion?” pg. 426 Ha and no Harry can’t do anything quietly and orderly ever. I don’t think he’s ever been either of those things in his life.
Rudolph is the worst
“And the lights went out.” pg. 436 Oh no
Oh no the Erkling he said he would kill Harry
Oh good job Harry on the guest comment
Cool fight a little worried about the Winter Mantel showing
Lea!
“Wow,” Susan said. “You…you really do have a fairy godmother.” pg. 498 Ha
“Cortes wore armor in just this style,” pg. 499 Ha and no one expects the Spanish Inquisition
“Then you know that Sam was the true hero of the tale,” Sanya said. “That he faced far greater and more terrible foes than he ever should have had to face, and did so with courage. That he went alone into a black and terrible land, stormed a dark fortress, and resisted the most terrible temptation of his world for the sake of the friend he loved. That in the end, it was his actions and his actions alone that made it possible for light to overcome darkness.” pg. 521 Sanya is correct that Harry is like Sam.
As someone whose only interaction with the Lord of the Rings is the same way I know Discworld is through Tumblr and fanfic I think the comparisons are accurate.
Thomas/Legolas: Both are the prettiest members
Mouse/Gimli: Shortest and hairiest
Sanya/Aragron: Both have a magic sword and come from a line of kings
Lea/Gandalf: Powerfully magical and older the the rest of the party
Murph/Merry: Short
Molly/Pippin: Youngest member
Martin/Boromir: Sense of duty (Didn’t Boromir betray the group? And then die?)
Susan/Frollo: Both carry a terrible burden/temptation with the ring or the vampirism
Harry/Sam: Extremely loyal and lots of courage
Tenth member/Gollum?/Bonnie?: Secret 10th member maybe
Oh no Ebenezar is calling
Well that was a turn around from Ebenezar
“She had turned us-all of us, except for Mouse-into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds.” pg. 541 Oh no
“And Mouse said, in what sounded to me like perfectly understandable English, “That bitch.” pg. 541 Ha
“Restore them before I rip your ass off. Literally rip it off.” pg. 543 Ha
“I live with a wizard. I cheat.” pg. 543 Ha
“Then she said, “How did Dresden ever win you?”
“He didn’t” Mouse said. “I won him.” pg. 544 My heart Mouse is the best dog. I love him so much yes Mouse won Harry. Mouse is just as sarcastic as Harry.
“He was kinda little.” pg. 571 Ha
“Radical” I said. “Wicked cool.”
Alamaya eyed me for a moment. Then she said something to the Red King, apparently conveying the fact that I had obnoxiously used phrasing that was difficult to translate.” pg. 573 Ha
Why would the Red King need a translator? Everyone else in the Red Court seems to know and speak English.
“A big goofy magic nerd!” Bob said.” pg. 581 Ha and that’s an accurate description of Harry
“I nodded “So…what if we used a different bolt?”
“The same thing would happen” Bob said “The only difference would be who would be on the receiving end.” pg. 582 Is this how Harry ends the Red court? With the bloodline curse? But then who would he kill? Would it need to be a fully turned vampire? Or could it be a half turned vampire like Martin or Susan?
Poor Maggie :(
“Maybe you know these monsters, Martin,” Murph said quietly. “But I know the guy who stops them. And if they don’t return the girl, we’ll make them regret it.” pg. 584 Yep
“I have a problem with buildings.” pg. 587 Ha
Harry got hit by lightning cool. I wonder if he’ll get a cool lightning scar. Lichtensteinburg figures I believe it’s called.
“No. She couldn’t be trying the same thing twice.” pg. 596 What that’s stupid. That mistake is going to cost her.
“Cattle. You are c-cattle”
“Moo” I said” pg. 599 Ha and so cool
“And then he smiled and said in perfect English, “I think not.” pg. 599 Oh no he knows English
I was right to question the translator
“Bite. Me. Asshole.” pg. 603 Ha
“False gods!” she cried her blue eyes blazing as she stared the Red King and the Lords of the Outer Night. “Pretenders! Usurpers of truth! Destroyers of faith, of families, of lives, children! For your crimes against the Mayans, against the peoples of this world now you will answer! Your time has come! Face judgment almighty!” pg. 604 So cool!
The Gray Council! The Cavalry has arrived!
“Remember Archangel” pg. 610 Yes Ebenezar this is for Simon
I will never not like that Harry’s staff is modeled after Ebenezar’s
Sad that it got destroyed:(
The Blackstaff :0 so cool and so scary
“Fuego!” shouted someone on the walls-and for a second I was hit with a little sting of insult. Someone was shouting “Fuego” and it wasn’t me.” pg. 612 Ha
Blackstaff is terrifying
“Tiny” Sanya said, letting out a belly laugh as he began to move. “But fierce!” pg. 621 Ha
“You’re all insane!” pg. 622 Ha
Martin’s a traitor?!? I don’t believe it. Something is up, why would Martin do all this if he’s a traitor?
Harry is using the mind reader spell that he and Elaine used!
HOLY COW! Ebenezar is Harry’s grandfather?!? WHAT? WHAT! That explains so much. That’s the missing clue. Arianna wants to kill Ebenezar for him killing her husband. How did she know Harry and Ebenezar were related?
“One day I hope God will forgive for giving birth to the idea that came next.
Because I never will” pg. 641 Oh no what happens next?
Martian told them about Maggie?!? Oh no
Triple agent Martin?!?
“Martin died
Susan turned” pg. 644 Oh no
“And I…
I used the knife
I saved a child
I won a war
God forgive me.” pg. 649 SOBBING I’m sobbing I need to go lay down and cry.
Harry just commented genocide
Oh no the power vacuum
Oh no the psych attack/bad dreams
“I don’t remember what happened when the ritual went off. There’s a blank spot in my head about two minutes wide. I had no desire whatsoever to find out what was there.” pg. 652 Interesting could be disassociated or it could be Bonnie perhaps?
“He nodded. “Reckon so. Hell of a hard thing to do.”
“It wasn’t hard,” I said quietly. “Just cold”
“Oh Hoss,” he said. There was more compassion in the words than you’d think would fit there.” pg. 656 Sobbing
“After all, your quest must be completed, my child, my godmother said. “Maggie must be made safe. And while I found the swim bracing, I thought it might not be safe for her. I’m given to understand that the little ones are quite fragile.” pg. 664 Aw Lea is being nice
“A direct promise from one of the Sidhe is a rare thing. A kindness is even rarer.
But maybe I shouldn’t be surprised; Even in Winter, the cold isn’t always bitter, and not every day is cruel.” pg. 664 Aw :)
“I bent over it and kissed the back of her fingers, one for each.” pg. 675 Aw
Harry/Murphy moment!
“My foot slipped a little, nearly lost my balance, just as something smacked into the wall of the cabin behind me, a sharp popping sound, like a rock thrown against a wooden fence. I turned, and it felt slow for some reason. I looked at the Water Beetle’s cabin wall, bulkhead, whatever, behind me and thought, Who splattered red paint on my boat?” pg. 676 Oh no
“And then my left leg started to fold all on its own.” pg. 676 Oh no
“Then I fell off the back of the boat, and into the icy water of Lake Michigan.” pg. 676 Oh no
“It got dark
It got quiet
And I realized that I was all by myself. “Die alone” whispered a bitter, hateful old man’s voice.” pg. 676 Oh no
“Hush, now,” whispered a women’s voice. It sounded familiar.” pg. 676 Mab? Margret?
“Typical, I thought. “Even you’re dead, it doesn’t get any easier.” pg. 677 No it doesn’t especially for Harry
“The light rushed closer, and I distinctly heard the horn and the engine of an oncoming train.” pg. 677 WHAT?!? That’s how it ends?! Harry’s died! He was shot! Why am I surprised? I knew this.
Final thoughts
Oh boy, this book. This book! It really lives up to its name. Harry loses everything (house, office, car) Poor Maggie :( Harry is really scary in this book. He’s gaining a reputation with how the vampire ran away from him. I was shocked, shocked I say when Mac started speaking full sentences. It was really good advice. No Bi Harry moments in this book but Harry did have a lot going on. I like that Harry brings up points I made in that the White Council is slow on the uptake and needs to change how they do things. I disagree with Merlin and Ebenezar about what seems like them using a million is a statistic and the trolly problem which is in my opinion stupid. There’s a child in danger and she matters even if she wasn’t Harry’s daughter she’s in trouble and she matters and is worth saving. Is the conclusion that Susan came to that Molly still loves Harry? Despite all my “oh nos” I found this book. It helped with the tension. I always love when Marcone is in a book. I love their banter. I can’t believe he agreed to meet up at a Burger King. I love that it shows Marcone’s decent side with kids. I love that Odin seems to like and respect Harry. The Eebs are terrifying and I didn’t like the part with Esmerelda. I need all vampiress (is that what you call female vampires?) to not come within 20 feet of Harry. He hasn’t had a great time with any of them. First Bianca, then Mavra, then Lara, and now Esmerelda. I didn’t like the Winter Mantel or how Harry got it. I liked the fights in this book. I loved the bit where everyone got turned into dogs. Murphy’s speech was good. I know it was coming but Harry just commented genocide. I know that the Red Court must have been shown to be chaotic evil but what about the fellowship? Are they all going to die as well? Then Harry just died what? I’m still not over it.
Mab Harry and the Winter Mantel
Oh boy this thing. I don’t like any of it. I stand by my statement that Harry mercy killed Slate till the end of time. Slate was tortured for years. Harry put him out of his misery. I hate what happened with Mab and Harry. I consider it rape. Mab had all the power. She had something Harry needs. Harry wouldn’t have had sex with Mab otherwise. He can’t really say no in this situation. This I feel like could be considered sexual exploitation and that’s rape. I’m horrified by the fact that every fae saw it. Mab is now Harry’s boss. That’s terrifying. What’s to stopping her from demanding sex from him in the future? And the “joke?” that Sayna made. I think it’s supposed to be a joke but given how I read Mab and Harry I didn’t find it funny. Did y’all find it funny? Can Jim please either address all these implications? At this point it feels gratuitous with all the trauma Harry gets heaped onto sexual or otherwise. I
Maggie and Ebenezer
Poor Maggie. She’s now an orphan. Where is she going to stay now that Harry is dead? Carpenters? Ebenezar? On the topic of Ebenezar what do you think you’re doing? You could have told Harry at any point why wait till now? Don’t you remember the last time you kept a major secret about yourself? Harry didn’t talk to you for years. So if I’ve got the family tree down it’s Ebenezar the grandfather->Margaret ->Thomas and Harry-> Maggie. Oh no he doesn’t know about Thomas. Oh no there’s no way that information is going to come out in a nice or calm way oh no.
I’m going to read some short stories before moving on to the next book. Not sure how I’m going to format it.
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Related to this AU OK, I can kind of extrapolate for sun, moon, Monty, Roxy, and chica being there. And with a bit of a stretch, Bonnie. But why is it that the DJ, Freddy and foxy are there?
Well it's been nearly a year since that post so I don't really remember what exactly I had in mind for that other than the conflicts in their animal and character programming but uhhh
I remember Roxy was there before she'd ever actually debuted because of the sheer amount of issues she had in development and testing. Like... She was fine, it's not like she was unsafe or anything she was just the most uncooperative, slow, unresponsive animatronic they'd ever had (and that's REALLY saying something). As a result, they sent her to Vanessa with the task of getting her up to speed while they work on everything else they need to work on before the deadline. Which pissed everyone off because hey look an annoying asshole is here and is almost guaranteed to get out of here wow fuck that :/
Monty I believe was in there for destructive tendencies and he didn't think they'd actually do anything about it... Until they did something about it. Well shit. When is he getting ungrounded again?? He wants to go home :(
I don't remember what Sunny and Moon did. Maybe they were too overwhelming on both staff, parents and the kids? On Sunny's side anyway? Moon could have just... Kept poking at a rich kid with influence until the influence meant haha bye guys it's off to Vanessa you go!!
Chica? Don't remember but now I'd say probably aggression. Chicken pecking orders are brutal. She was causing so many fucking problems with that, that when her eating thing got worse because they forced limits on her and she got compacted... Oh noooo she has to gooooo oh how terrible... What a shaaammeee... Anyway-
No idea what Bonnie did. I wanna say he broke the swear filters because it's funny. Tampering with things he shouldn't be tampering with is a big contender I'd say. Or perhaps, not understanding children's safety when it comes to bowling ball weights and the lanes being slippy as hell... The swearing would be funny though.
I remember that I had DJ not actually cause problems ever. He's just really big and they bought him from a different company at a steal before they had somewhere for him. So he's probably getting out when they do. He could also have had issues with the experimental bouncer programming he has in programming.
The Minis are there because... Yeah they won't stay powered off and they're a fucking nightmare to round up and catch. This is the only way they can be contained.
I don't remember why Foxy was there either but perhaps a few accidents regarding his hook? He could struggle with learning proper coordination due to programming conflicts that could lead to that perhaps, or perhaps he also started swearing because that's what pirates do. Could also be unaware of his own strength and have a tendency to play too rough with the kids.
I don't think I came up with anything for Freddy. Maybe they made too many and had nowhere for him to go? His conflicting programming could lead him to be very flat and uninterested in entertaining large groups of people. He could have spent a winter trying to avoid any and all work to hibernate like bears do? Or perhaps there were some stomach hatch incidents, or he just kept nodding along to the kids and doing as he's told like he does in canon pretty much with no real initiative on his own. There's options.
I'd say the Cupcake should be there too honestly along with Foxy's bird Barney so... Cupcake is there because it keeps lashing out over Chica's overbearing nature by biting people. Barney is there because she's a fucking thief and cannot be stopped. Actually, Foxy could have the same reason. These two could be notorious for it.
Where applicable though? The majority of issues stem from their animal and character programming conflicts. Or at least, that's what I believe was my intention when I wrote that post.
Hope this answers your question buddy
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Adam/Sienna, Adam/Marrow, Adam/Clover, Adam/Winter and Adam/Cinder (Shackled Ambition, Bulldogs, Bullseye, Arctic Warfare and Tartaurus, respectively). That should be a good start. :3
OOOOH GIVING ME A PLATTER OF SHIPS WITH MY FAVORITE WORST GUY??? great start ok
Sienna/Adam? HARD NO
Why don’t you ship it? Canon wise, I don’t ship murdered x murderer. Non-canon wise? Uhhh…. 1. I’ve always headcanonned them as having some sort of mother-son relationship (oh wow the girl Literally Writing The Fic About That using big words) 2. AGAIN I AM WRITING THEM WITH THE FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC 3. Again, headcanons, but… even canon wise, visually alone there is DEFO an age gap between the two me thinks(plus the “Sienna controls through the power of Pussy and Sex” tweet haunts my fucking nightmares)
What would have made you ship it? Uhhh probably nothing, always gonna be the “Surrogate Family Sienna and Adam” truther!!
Despite not shipping it, anything positive? “Shackled Ambitions” is a metal ass ship name
Bulldogs? Ship!
What made you ship it? From the super cute ship name and a whole lot of differing possibilities dynamic wise (given ONE DIES BEFORE WERE INTRODUCED TO THE OTHER), it’s honestly just a ship I can vibe with. And both characters are my little meow meows
2. What are your favorite things about the ship? Happy fun buddy x Edgeo the Hedgehog over here…
3.Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Idk. Don’t see much of this ship anywhere but everything I do see is… fairly nice. It’s cute. Solid 7-8.
Bullseye? Ehhhhhh?????
Genuinely have nothing to say on this since I’ve LITERALLY never heard of it before LOL
Arctic Warefare? Honestly SHIP
What made you ship it? Literally came into my mind as a “this would be funny lol” and it has since plagued my mind like a parasite
Favorite things about the ship? what could have been (if bullboy over here ever got to interact with a Schnee). plus they’re both bad bitch cuntresses soooo
Unpopular opinion about your ship? I am a firm believer in the white and blue x black and red, Angel x Devil, “good” x “evil”, and the dynamic possibilities are very interesting. Probably wouldn’t ever want it in canon (because what they’re doing with Winter as of RN kind of suuuucks!!!!) but AU is where the heart is.
Tartaurus? Again, ehhhh?
Why don’t you ship it? I see them paralleling more in how their lives (—of child slavery man this show has a weird problem with making their villains margina—) shaped who they became as they grew older, and less less them as a. Thing. plus the whole “she killed a bunch of his men to get him to comply” shit YIKES
What would have made you ship it? Had Adam ever been allowed to interact with any other character outside of like. 5 and also if Cinder wasn’t soooooooo boring now
Positives? Again, cool ass ship name
sorry if this is cluttered asf, I’m new at this and yeeeeah :D
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I had to wrack my brain, but it was Gmork from The Neverending Story. Gmork snarling at Atreyu fucked me up slightly more than that scene in Legend where the swamp creature grabs Baby Tom Cruise.
There was also this particular episode of Tales From The Dark Side. A grandfather was warning the family about a horrifying monster that would listen for people singing its name in winter and break into their houses and eat them. I remember watching it with my very gentle father, and as soon as I saw it happening I hid under the blanket while my father grimaced and muttered something about special effects and goopy intestines. See, Dad had let me watch Tales From The Dark Side with him so I could learn about my fear reactions, and wow was that a reaction.
Now, there was one other thing: The original Carrie film. It was at the very end, when Susan was dreaming about putting flowers on Carrie's grave. The screeching violin score as the bloodied hand burst up out of the dirt to grab her? That set off my Moro Startle Reflex so severely that I went numb, tumbled off the couch, and then got spooked again when my house's land line phone rang, really loudly. It was more shock than fear, but the nightmares also retained the shock. Maybe that was where my phobia of walking dead zombies started?
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Its the end of August and there still isn't water...
So like, I get that shit is slow and all but like, it has been two months that we have been in a limited water thing here at the house and I swear that I am slowly going a bit more crazy about this.
Thankfully, the new well has been dig, the pump has been put into it and most of the power lines and such have been set up. I think at this last moment its more making sure everything is set up and cleaning up the mess that the contracters left behind because most of them never clean up after themself. This will hopefully mean that we will not be in limited water for much longer, thought there would still have to be water test done for a while before the boil water band was lifted. And honestly I really more want the water limit to be lifted because i think it would help with my boyfriends mental health. See he been following the limit really really hard and while that is in fact good, I don't think he needed to hold to it that hardly. Like, now he is worried that the belt for the washing machine may have dried or gotten damaged because it hasn't been used in three months... and I don't have the heart to tell him that I have used it sometimes when he wasn't home because the water draw isn't that big if your only doing on load in the middle of the day so that it has time to recover... What? I have lived in limited water, I know that there are better times to do this kind of thing in the middle of the week because most of the other people where at work and there for the water draw at 1pm is pretty damn low. When we ran out of water the first time it was at like 6pm, dinner time or when everyone is getting home for work and using it. Thought this shit better get finished before winter because trying to do repairs around snow or frozen earth are a fucking nightmare and that will be far far to long for any type of sanity for me. Other then that, I wish I could say that things have been better but just been busy with life and work starting back up. While its nice to have the extra money, because car insurance was also at the start of this month and it was costly, the lack of free time also really sucks. As for the end of the year goals, reading is still by far the most behind and falling more and more so with every day. I *need* to really set time to listen to the audio books if I want to catch up in any way. Writing is slowly catching up, as this is the 3rd post for the month so slowly filling in the back writing slots that I should have done before. Games are still in a good place in general, as getting a few of them done at the start and the whole not buying anymore sure helped. Thought I did get a free copy of Stray Gods that I want to play at some point. Just what little free time I have for the games at this moment are getting eatten up by Blizzard games, as I try to balance WoW, OW2, Diablo 4 and other hobbies at the same time. Yay. Well, that is about all that I have to ramble about at this moment, going to try and log into WoW and get some more gear because things have a weekly lock out and it took me three days to get to max level due to work and patching to fix stuff for the last few days when I did have free time.
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survey #174
The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating? Uhhhh maybe pizza?
What is your favorite board that you've made on Pinterest? there's zero fucking way i have a board that's just pictures of 50-60-y/o band members hell no no way
Do you get on Facebook or Instagram more? I CHECK Insta more, but I'm scrolling Facebook longer.
What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? Mountain Dew Voltage, but it's actually been quite a while since I had that one specifically, they're apparently really rare now and people are selling them for a fortune lol
What is one annoying thing your computer does? I hate when it randomly restarts over some error. It doesn't happen often, it's just annoying when it does.
What was the last song you listened to? "Black Wedding" by In This Moment & Rob Halford.
Have you discovered any new hobbies in the past couple months? No. It's seldom I discover new hobbies, honestly...
What's the wildest animal you've ever come in contact with? Well, define "contact;" I can read this as the wildest animal I've physically touched or just seen, and "wildest" can be taken in more than one way. The most surprising animal I've physically touched was a tarantula I guess, but the animal I've been most surprised to see in the wild was a mink, I think, and I didn't even get a good look at it. I'm not including zoo animals in this.
Do you trust your doctor? I trust my primary care physician, even though him being a man makes me slightly uncomfortable; he's a good doctor though that I've been with a good while so it's fine. I don't really have a relationship with my psychiatrist or worst of all therapist, honestly... Both my mom and I really hate the place I have to go to for insurance reasons, but I need SOMEbody in this department so we have no choice.
Do you ever question if your mother loves you? Absofuckinglutely not, I know she loves me with her whole heart and I consider myself unbelievably lucky to have that going for me.
Do you ever feel scared or unsafe around your dad? Not... really anymore, but at the same time, due to past experiences but also horrific nightmares about him, I can sometimes be uneasy if I'm with him and just him, even though I do know in my core he's no threat to me, got a pretty good feeling he'd protect me with his life. Maybe.
What is your favorite type of Lunchables? Absolutely nothing beats the nachos one.
Do you have someone you feel completely safe around? My mom and Girt.
What church do you go to? I don't attend church.
Are any of your siblings' friends like family to you? Basically yeah, in Allison's case. She's my younger sister's best friend/former housemate, and she's involved in some family events, like Ashley's kids' bdays. She was Ryder's very first crush lol, it's still a joke in the family how in love with her he's always been.
Do you have any friends who you exchange memes with? Lol Girt and I do this ALL the time, this is daily shit. Occasionally I will with Tez and Mazzy.
What was the last photo you took? It was Cookie all curled up looking cute as shit on Girt, she loves him. I could tell she was so ready for bed, lol.
Are you in any Discord servers? How often do you use them? I'm a member of literally one, the WoW Secret Finding Discord, but I haven't even clicked on its tab for like, years. I'm just in it if I ever feel like rare mount hunting with help.
Have you ever had to see an emergency vet after hours? Hmmm, I don't THINK so.
When was the last time you sat under a blanket on a couch? A few days ago with Girt.
Can you bite into ice cream or are your teeth too sensitive? I can now that I've had that one wisdom tooth with a really severe cavity taken out. It made nearby teeth agonizingly sensitive; the wisdom tooth itself didn't hurt, but apparently cavities that severe can radiate pain into other teeth, and holy fucking shit did it.
Do you like snowy winter days or do you prefer rainy days? I like snow much more! We don't get it all that much here, we often have a year without any, so I really enjoy it when it happens.
Do you know anyone who doesn't have a middle name? My boyfriend, but I'm pretty sure it's because he's a junior. His sister has a middle name, so.
What was the last thing you complained about? Probably cravings, it's that time of the month and I get really annoyed when my body desperately wants shit it doesn't need.
What celebrity irritates you the most? Elon Musk is up there, he's such a fucking arrogant asshole. I don't think there's one celebrity in specific that I REALLY hate though, the ones that annoy me in general are billionaires that do nothing beneficial for the world and instead hoard wealth. Actually wait, Donald Trump is 200% the top celebrity that I despise, like I would literally have given my life for this shithead to never have been in a position of influence. I like to forget he exists & kinda just did lmfao.
Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? On my 16th birthday, yes; I was at Jason's place, and his dad was a ginormous Giants fan, so I sat out in the living room with the family. I had zero interest in it and was definitely bored, but I was just happy to be involved with my then-boyfriend's family.
Would you like to know the exact date of your death? Absolutely not.
What's on your to-do list for today? Nothing, really. I'm incredibly tired.
Do you know anyone who's been bitten by a snake? I might, idk.
Are you excited for Halloween? I always am, haha. Even if I don't really do anything anymore, I enjoy the vibe. I'd like to maybe do something with Girt this year though, like maybe a haunted hayride or something.
What makes you smile or laugh no matter what? My boyfriend for sure, it really doesn't matter what mood I'm in, he can get both out of me like it's nothing.
Do you prefer strawberries or cherries? Strawberries by far, they're my favorite fruit, meanwhile I despise cherries.
Biggest insecurity? My weight.
Have you ever had braces? Yes, I did for a longer time than I should've because we couldn't afford to get them off so some teeth on my bottom row overcorrected a tiny bit.
Do you feel awkward using public transportation? I certainly would if I actually took it; I don't take taxis, buses, trains, etc.; the only experience I've had with public transportation were plane rides, and I do in fact feel very uncomfortable walking down the aisle to get to my seat. Well I actually did take an Uber for the first time ever with my mom recently, but that's one, single, very brief experience in all of 27 years.
Describe your mom with one word. Selfless. To a fault.
Would you rather bake a cake or cookies? Cookies seem a lot easier.
What curse word do you use most? Almost certainly "fuck" of some form.
Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around? No, I very rarely caused trouble as a kid.
When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any? Today actually, and yes. I initially woke up too early.
Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut? Not at all; I am extremely selective with who I'm even remotely sexual with, but I also don't slutshame. Consenting adults can do whatever the hell they want with other consenting adults that are informed about any issues you may carry. I also aggressively encourage you be upfront about your goals relationship-wise; don't want something serious? Say it immediately. Not into only sole partnerships? Say it, immediately. You get it. Be honest and real about what you want.
Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? Yeah.
What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through? The traumatic breakup of my first real relationship.
Do you like fast food or does it disgust you? Dude I'ma be real, fast food is some of my favorite stuff lol, I know that's an extremely unpopular opinion, but whatever. I still certainly avoid it though just for health reasons; I'd say we get someone out maybe just once a week.
Who was the last person you kissed? Girt.
What’s your favourite alcoholic drink? Sangrias.
Do you like the smell of BBQs? I actually really do, even though I dislike the food at most barbeques. Hamburgers and hotdogs are fine, but barbeque chicken, pulled pork, and stuff like that is where I'm out. Southern barbeques ain't for me.
Do you crash on people’s sofas often? Uh no, I've never done that.
Do wasps scare you? Yes, I really don't like how aggressive they are, and that stinger is too long okay.
Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? lol sure have, but never in even remotely heavy snow. It was only ever to like, leave the house and get in the car though; I wouldn't wear flipflops for an extended period in snow.
Has anyone ever told you that you & your significant other could be siblings? Have they ever assumed you were siblings? Not my current one, no; we look pretty different. It was a joke with my mom that Sara and I were basically twins when we dated, but I don't think anyone ever actually thought we were.
Have you ever heard people having sex in the next room? Pretty positive yes. It was in the apartment when just me, Jacob, and Amanda were home, Jason was probably at work I guess, and from the living room couch I heard Things happening behind me lol
Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No, I absolutely fucking despise them and their whole premise.
Have you ever lost your voice? Yeah, most recently when I had Covid some time last year. My voice was gone for quite a long time.
Museum date or aquarium date? Aquarium.
Did you ever have an emo or scene phase? Haha you know it.
Name a subject you know a lot about. I probably know most about meerkats, or Silent Hill stuff.
Most embarrassing poster you’ve ever owned? I don't think I've had one I'd be embarrassed by.
Could you see yourself having a child with the last person you kissed? Yeah I could, but it's not something we want to do in the foreseeable future.
Who is your favorite person to have random conversations with? Girt, I love learning new stuff about him.
Who was the last person to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable? My mom, literally like an hour ago. She said something not realizing the topic is one I'm self-conscious about. I was really upset over it for a few minutes.
What are you known for? Most likely as the lazy deadbeat kid.
Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Idk if I've mentioned a "Jason" before in these????????????
Do you know anyone who is engaged? Yes, my high school friend Kelly recently got engaged to her long-time boyfriend, and I'm stoked for her. She's been so in love with this guy and she deserves the world.
What is your relationship status on Facebook? In a relationship with Girt, but pending after nearly two years lmao. It's not something he hides or anything, he just barely touches Facebook and by now the notification would be buried under like, hundreds of others, because at some point he ticked some setting that notified him when I merely post anything, and with how much shit I share, he's never finding it lol. I would only be bothered by this if it wasn't for the fact his behavior fully shows we're together, and how he acts toward me doesn't change in front of others.
What are you listening to? I'm watching/listening to WoolieVS' LP of Dark Souls.
What was the last thing you looked up on Google? What a mudslide drink is, actually for that earlier question. I had something like that at Sara's place years ago and it was fuckin magical lol, but I never asked what exactly it was, but that one seems the most likely.
Ever been kissed on the leg? Uh maybe? I can't remember a specific occasion though.
Last person to hear you cry? Either Mom or Girt probably, idk.
What do you think of the term plus-sized in modeling? Is it empowering or demeaning? It's demeaning as fuck; modeling is modeling. By adding the descriptor of "plus-sized," you're indebatably making it sound like the person isn't a real, ideal model.
Do you think you are ready to be on your own (have your own home, job, etc.)? Absolutely not entirely on my own, no. By now I really want to live with Girt, but without a source of income, I'd be very uncomfortable relying on him, even though he's told me he doesn't care. I care. I already fucking hate relying on the person that gave birth to me.
Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? No, not that I know of.
Are you friends with someone who’s autistic? My niece is, and I'm fucking finally getting evaluated for it myself at the end of this month. I, along with my mother and others that have watched me grow up, are very confident I have high-functioning Asperger's.
Have you ever had a Bic Mac? No, I'm not into lettuce on burgers, so it's a no by default.
Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, YouTube, etc.) I went to a reptile one/NARBC with Sara once, and I loved it, even though I struggled quite badly with my legs. I'd love love love to go to another, once my legs are a little bit better!
What is the biggest difference between you and your best friend? I'm way more emotional, while Girt is a very practical person. He has emotions, I've seen them, but he's much more in control of them than I am.
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ever since new york
she/her pronouns
summary: vinnie and y/n enjoy a trip to new york together
warnings: swearing, catcalling, fluff
this is so bad pls i gave up
honking cars and advertisements were the only thing y/n heard as she felt vinnie guide her through the crowded streets of times square.
vinnie knew y/n hated crowds. he couldn’t help but get frustrated when they came to a halt, a group of people stopped in front of a street sign.
he felt her arms wrap around his frame as she was pressed firmly against his back. “you okay?” he turned around to ask.
“mhm,” she answered. the light finally went to the walk sign as they quickly hurried into the less crowded area.
“oh my god, it’s so pretty.” y/n awed, finally being able to stand comfortably as vinnie walked next to her. “you’re so pretty,” vinnie winked. y/n playfully rolled her eyes, feeling her face grow warm.
he pulled out his phone. “pics for insta?” he asked.
y/n nodded.
the couple switched spots after taking pics, getting some couple ones in too. “i’m absolutely in love with this city,” y/n told vinnie as they began walking into the giant h&m.
“i thought you hated crowds,” vinnie teased.
“i can get over that… eventually…” y/n laughed.
it was the second day of their trip. y/n wanted to relax the first day, get used to the jet lag, and was now out for adventure. so far, they’ve rode the subway to times square.
she had big plans, especially since vinnie booked them the broadway show of wicked. she wanted to see the 9/11 memorial, central park, chinatown, and the statue of liberty.
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“oh! we have to get something from the food cart,” y/n dragged vinnie. after their little stop in times square, they decided to head to central park.
y/n paid for her and vinnie’s ice cream. holding hands, the beautiful trees that surrounded the park were different colors due to the fall weather.
“we picked an excellent time to come,” y/n said. vinnie nodded in agreement.
“i’m glad it’s not so fucking hot.”
“yeah, summer would be a nightmare. but at least it’s not freezing either like the winter.”
“wanna go to the zoo?” vinnie asked as they approached the central park zoo.
“of course,” y/n answered. she and vinnie paid, walking into the entrance of the zoo.
in the center was a giant pool of water that had sea lions doing tricks and swimming for the onlookers. “they’re so cute,” vinnie said. he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of the animals.
they quickly walked through the zoo as it wasn’t very big. grizzly bears, snow leopards, snow monkeys, red pandas, and many different reptiles filled the zoo.
“let’s get a souvenir. i’ll pay,” y/n grinned. her and vinnie picked out matching stuffed animals.
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walking deeper into central park, y/n pulled vinnie down on the grass as they laid on it.
“let’s take a break and enjoy ourselves,” she let out a deep breath.
“agreed. i can’t get over how beautiful the city is.”
“i know. while it’s so fucking expensive, i would think it’s worth it.”
“i think you’re worth it.”
“you’re so cheesy,” y/n laughed. vinnie’s beautiful eyes were sparkling as he laughed with her.
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that night the couple went back to their hotel room to get ready for dinner at porter house. y/n’s black heels clicked along the street as she held onto vinnie’s jacketed arm.
she was freezing with her exposed legs, her black cocktail dress not giving her warmth. “i told you to wear tights,” vinnie said.
“i underestimated the weather, okay?” y/n said, teeth chattering as they approached the restaurant.
y/n felt chills run down her spine when a man whistled at her. “hot damn, mama!”
vinnie gave the man a dirty look, holding the door open for y/n.
“reservations?”
“hacker for 2 at 7:30,” vinnie said to the hostess.
“right this way,” the brunette smiled. she lead them over to a table next to the giant windows.
“oh wow,” y/n was in awe at the city lights.
“only the best for you, pretty girl,” vinnie grinned.
y/n felt her face heat up again. vinnie’s beautiful features were illuminated perfectly in the dim lights, his long blond curls falling over his face.
“i’m so in love with you, vin.”
“i’m so in love with you, y/n.”
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a few days later, y/n and vinnie were on a hop on-hop off bus tour. vinnie’s hand was placed on y/n’s thigh as they listened to the tour guide.
they saw the 9/11 memorial, went to more nice dinners, saw their broadway show, and did a lot of shopping.
after their tour they were going to the statue of liberty. taking some good pics for social media, y/n rested her head on vinnie’s shoulder.
the blond pressed a kiss to her nose.
“i’m ready to move here.”
vinnie laughed.
“oh, yeah?”
“mhm.”
#Spotify#vinnie hacker#vinnie hacker x reader#vinnie hacker fluff#vinnie hacker oneshot#vinnie x reader#vinnie#vinnie hacker x y/n#vinnie hacker x you
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(ch. 4) wild heart // bucky barnes
i keep my visions to myself
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: in order to protect you, bucky has set one rule for himself: avoid you. he finds himself breaking that rule 30 minutes later. (he does more than break it; he tells it to go fuck itself and now bucky's in too deep.)
warnings: swearing, self-deprecating bucky, emotionally immature bucky
w/c: 3.2k
*✿❀ ❀✿*
oh, thunder only happens when it's raining players only love you when they're playing say, women, they will come and they will go when the rain washes you clean, you'll know
bucky had already settled comfortably (or as comfortably as possible given that he was still sleeping on the floor) when he was rudely interrupted by the sound of sniffles. no, not just sniffles—it was more like soft whimpers, the kicking of sheets, and the occasional gasp for air. is this what it’s like for everyone when i have nightmares? except it’s probably worse since i usually scream and thrash.
it was you, he realized. steve didn’t usually have audible nightmares—he tensed and froze. so it had to be his other wall mate, which unfortunately happened to be someone he didn’t know and had no intention of getting to know.
as much as he tried to block them out and wish for them to stop, your quiet cries didn’t cease. eventually, the guilt of it all got to him. he knew nobody else would be able to hear anything, since he was only able to because of your shared wall and his super-soldier hearing. he reluctantly stood, dog tags clinking together as he rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes, and fumbled over to your door. bucky rose his fist to knock but realized that was probably stupid, since you were asleep, after all. he hesitantly cracked the door open, not wanting to startle you and have a menacing shadowy figure be the first thing you wake up to after having a nightmare. you showed no indication of having been affected by the small creak, so bucky opened the door fully until the back hit one of your unpacked boxes. he winced at the soft thud, but thankfully it seemed like you were a deep sleeper, as that didn’t wake you either.
bucky revoked his previous statement. he’d crouched near the side of your bed and gently called your name, hoping to gradually rouse you awake. oh, she’s a deep sleeper alright.
he squeezed his eyes shut, hating that he’d been the one in the situation. my whole plan to not to affiliate with her is getting off to a really bad start. great job, bucky. nothing says “not friends with the winter soldier so no need to gossip about me” more than being caught in the newbie’s bedroom at 2AM.
“uh, hey. wake up,” he hushed, unsure of himself. he wasn’t usually on this end of things. “hey, open your eyes, or something. um, i command you to come to consciousness.” he felt stupid. (to be fair, he did sound pretty stupid.)
he tentatively outstretched his flesh hand to brush his fingers over your hand, which was gripping the sheets like they were the only thing grounding you in reality. well, that was kind of true.
“i don’t know- wake up!” he hissed, patting your hand a bit impatiently until your eyes fluttered open. oh, so she doesn’t have those dramatic nightmare awakenings like i do, where you totally embarrass yourself and/or attack the well-meaning person who comes to wake you up. lucky.
your eyebrows were furrowed as you tried to take in the fuzzy shapes in front of you. oh shit, that’s not a fuzzy shape. that’s a fucking silhouette. i knew this was a bad fucking idea—wow, it’s my first day and i’m surrounded by the best security system ever and i’m gonna die. go me.
“holy-” you scrambled up, crawling backward to put as much distance between yourself and the figure as possible. your heart, which had already been racing from the intensity of your dream, was now threatening to burst out of your chest. it was like you could hear its pounding in your ears.
“hey, it’s just me!” bucky whispered, holding his hands up reassuringly. he kept them hovering as he stood up to full height. “sorry, i heard you, um, crying or something from my room. we share a wall,” he explained, motioning to it.
“oh,” you choked. “sorry, that’s so embarrassing.” you rubbed your eyes, and bucky couldn’t tell if it was because you were groggy or if you were crying.
“no, don’t be embarrassed,” he came around to your side of the bed slowly, like he was approaching a wounded animal. “can i sit next to you?”
you nodded, scooting over and clutching your blanket up and pulling it up to your chest. you were sitting criss-crossed on the corner of the bed, your back perpendicular to the headboard. the mattress sunk under bucky’s weight. you smiled a bit.
“sorry, i’m heavy,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. “i’m not really good at comforting people,” he confessed. “i’m usually the one having nightmares.” he turned to look at you. your face was a little puffier than when he’d last seen you, and your hair a little more matted at the back of your head. you wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“i don’t know what you were dreaming about but… i know that having nightmares in a place like this can be pretty intimidating. it was like that for me, at least. everyone seemed so strong and put together, and i had just gotten back from wakanda. i felt broken and alone and people would come into my room every night and wake me up when i was screaming. i’m not very nice when i wake up, unlike you. i would get all aggressive at them,” he chuckled.
“but you’ll come to realize that all of us have those kinds of dreams. some of us have them less frequently and some people have them quietly. but, if it’s worth anything, i’m glad we share a wall. so that i could’ve heard you and come check on you. you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be crying on your first day. you deserve something good; a fresh start.”
you tilted your head up at him, and bucky could finally catch sight of your red-rimmed eyes. “thanks,” you sniffed. “i don’t usually live with other people, so i didn’t know that i made noise when i slept, actually.” you fiddled with your fingers as your eyes darted across his face as if looking for some sort of reassurance.
“thanks for checking on me. i’ve never- nobody’s ever- i appreciate it.” bucky’s heart splintered at the implication behind your words. in the 40s, he’d had steve. in wakanda, he had shuri. here, he had all his friends. but the times when he was loneliest? when nobody was there to wake him up, and it was like he was living a constant nightmare? that was when he’d been in captivity in hydra. he thought of you, waking up from a nightmare alone in a dark room in some dingy new york apartment, and he had to clench a fist at the unfairness of it all.
“it’s not a problem, doll.” the nickname slipped out before he could even think about it. shit. way to go, again! nothing says “no affiliation with the deadliest assassin of the century” more than being alone in her bedroom in the middle of the night and being all sweet on her. good one.
“do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently. his eyes were soft as he carefully pressed his flesh hand on top of one of yours, which was resting on your knee. you shivered at his touch, and bucky made a move to pull away, but instead, you flipped your hand around and grabbed onto a few of his fingers. your other hand came down to find his metal hand, and even though this wasn’t really about him, bucky melted a bit at your willingness to touch his prosthetic.
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“honestly? not really,” you sighed. “i don’t really want to think about it.” bucky had been there before too. he’d repressed all memories of his time as the winter soldier until the blank gaps there were all he could think about, and they had overtaken his brain. he knew that you, and everyone in general, would have to confront the things which haunted you at some point. but tonight he didn’t push it. he wasn’t ever going to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, especially not when you were so vulnerable.
bucky lifted your intertwined hands between the two of your bodies, prompting your chin to move upwards and catch his gaze again. “want a glass of water? uh, hydrate or diedrate. that’s what the spider-kid taught me.”
you giggled, pulling away from him. “sure. can you show me where the kitchen is?” he hadn’t expected you to tag along with him. he kind of hoped you wouldn’t. sneaking around with him at night was definitely and for sure not good for your image. well, fuck that. she needs somebody right now, so… i’ll start enforcing the rule tomorrow. well, technically it is tomorrow; at sunrise, then.
he smiled at you as you led him through a maze of cardboard boxes. in the cover of darkness, it felt easier to talk to you than during the few awkward interactions that he’d fucked up. but it was probably a bad thing that he liked you being with you your general presence because that’d only make things a lot more difficult for him. and you, though you weren’t even aware of the rule he’d set.
he poured you a glass of water, pointing out the water filter that tony loved to brag about. “it’s better than brita,” he liked to claim.
the water was downed instantly. you immediately refilled your glass.
“want some tea, or something? or i can make you a snack too. not to brag, but i’m kind of a pro at gourmet late-night cereal. i’m an incredible chef.”
you looked up at him with big bug eyes. fuck, you were so sweet-looking. he’d do anything for you probably be willing to help you with things because it was the gentlemanly thing to do and his ma would have whacked him upside the head if he didn’t.
you hesitated as the possibilities of things that could go wrong ran through your mind. you could accidentally drop the kettle and the boiling water could give bucky third-degree burns on his feet. or the mug could explode from the shock in heat increase, or you could be getting a bowl for the cereal and then drop it and get porcelain all over the floor and maybe one of you would step on the shards and get cut. and if you didn’t step on the shards, maybe you would get cut when trying to pick them up. actually, scratch that; bucky had a metal hand. but you could wake people up.
cereal seemed to have the lowest probability of giving either one of you seriously debilitating injuries. and you supposed you were a bit peckish.
“i haven’t had a midnight snack in forever,” you divulged, reaching for a box of honey nut cheerios on a top shelf. your toes slipped and you fell to the flats of your feet with a quiet hmph. bucky bit back a smile at your struggle.
“don’t laugh at me, asshole,” you grouched, sliding out of the way and gesturing for him to get the box instead. “i probably shouldn’t call you an asshole, huh? since you woke me up and got me cereal and everything.”
bucky handed you the box, amused. “you barely know me. i couldn’t be the biggest asshole ever and you’d never know about it.” he shook his head as he looked down at you, tutting. “classic rookie mistake. always underestimating your opponent.”
“first of all, you’re not my opponent,” you said, bustling around the kitchen for a spoon as bucky dug for a bowl. he settled on a stupid one patterned with dancing cats, hoping it’d lighten your mood. “and second of all, i don’t think i’m underestimating you. i’d say that’s me giving you the benefit of the doubt; which by the way, i don’t think i need to do.” you pulled out a spoon triumphantly, having dug through quite a few drawers.
“sure, i’ve only known you for like, 24 hours. and sure, every single one of our interactions up until now have been really weird, but i think i’m going to like you a lot, bucky. i don’t know, you just seem… good. wholesome. kind.”
bucky resisted the urge to point and laugh. him? good? wholesome? what was he, the easter bunny? he didn’t want to crush your spirits though, so he opted for holding the bowl out to you with both hands as if presenting you an award.
“your bowl,” he announced.
a few infectious laughs bubbled out of you as you admired the watercolored kittens and carefully poured your cereal. bucky decided he liked the sound of your laugh. as much as it was a bittersweet melody, it was one he knew well. you’d met less than a day ago and this was your first real conversation, but there was something about you that he’d never seen in anybody else. maybe it was because he saw himself in you.
grabbing his own bowl, he scooped a couple of handful of cheerios for himself. you slurped happily at your own.
“what kind of milk?” he asked absentmindedly, wandering over the common area couches where you’d just had game night. you trailed behind him.
“soymilk. it’s objectively the best milk.”
“huh. you struck me for a 1% kind of gal.”
you gasped in mock horror. “cow milk? never! i’m lactose intolerant. but even if i wasn’t i want nothing to do with a bodily fluid that comes out of a commercially kept livestock’s udder. it’s a fucking udder.”
he snorted, tossing back a few more cheerios. “you’ve got a point,” he mumbled, his mouth full of cheerios. “i love cheerios.”
“i can tell,” you grinned, taking a seat next to him. the couch had sunk so much under his weight that the cushions were literally slanted around him, and you slipped right down the slope until you were touching thighs.
“you seem very enthusiastic about them.” you giggled, pointing to his face. “must be why there are crumbs all over your mouth.”
bucky blushed, hand coming up to cover the bottom of his face as he chewed as quickly as he could. you laughed, pushing his hand away so you could brush off the crumbs yourself. “you’re cute, bucky.”
“d-don’t say things like that, doll. you’re going to send an old man into cardiac arrest,�� he stammered, caught off guard by the way you seemed to perceive him. kind. cute. an asshole.
“well, why not? it’s true. plus, you call me doll. so unless you want to send a rookie 6 feet under before she makes it to sunrise, you better quit it too.”
he sighed, placing his half-eaten bowl on the ground. you gulped down the rest of your cereal and followed suit.
“can’t help it, doll,” he teased. “ it’s just second nature. all the pretty girls in the 40s got their little names, but doll is my favorite. and so far, you’re the only person i like around here.”
“ha! so you think i’m preeeetty,” you beamed, throwing one of your legs into the air and throwing yourself into bucky’s side dramatically. “you. think. i’m. pretty.” you emphasized each word with a poke to his arm. “what a charmer, you are. if your intention was to distract me from my nightmare, it’s worked very well, just so you know.”
“it’s true,” he threw your words back at you. “i’m glad i was able to help, even if it was just a little.” he relished in the feeling of your head against his bicep. it had been a while since he’d touched another person, really touched. apart from the occasional handshake, brushing of arms as he’d squeezed by someone, or the accidental foot touch, this was the first time since arriving at the compound since he’d been so physically and emotionally close to somebody. it was the first time since leaving wakanda that he’d been so close like this to a girl.
“mhm,” you hummed, rolling your head around until it was your crown and not your side against his arm, to stare at the ceiling. “it helped a lot, actually. i haven’t… i haven’t been like this with someone in years.” you whispered, your voice shrinking back to the shy volume it’d been back in your bedroom.
“oh?”
“yeah. i don’t really have anyone. i chose not to, ‘cuz it was better off for everyone that way.” you shot up suddenly, alarmed. “wait, you know about me, right? you know about… everything?” you waved your hands around nondescriptively.
“if by everything, you mean this supposed bad luck stuff, then yeah. and for the record, i don’t really give a shit. no offense. i’ve had my fair share of bad luck, doll. and so far, all you’ve done is make my night a hell of a lot better.” he threw his arms behind his head and settled into the cushions a bit more comfortably. you watched him from where you sat, a few inches away, as he stared at the ceiling contemplatively.
“i don’t care for whatever people told you about yourself before. there’s always gonna be someone who spouts bullshit, and it’s up to you whether or not you believe it. but for what it’s worth, i chose to stop believing it. and once i did, i realized that none of the things they were saying about me were true. i had just internalized them to the point where i started reflecting them.”
you shimmied closer, pursing your lips. “you’re smart. i kind of hate that for you.”
“well, i’m 106. i’ve got some grandfatherly wisdom in this old brain.” he rapped his knuckles on the side of his head as you nestled yourself back into the side of his body where you were before.
“bucky?” you whispered. he hummed and looked at you affirmatively. “it’s true, isn’t it?”
bucky’s blood ran cold. he was wrong. he should’ve never let it get this far. shit, this was why he set the rule in the first place-
“is it true that you’re 106? you’re not joking about the whole old man thing, are you?”
it was like someone slapped the flextape from that annoying commercial that always played before one of bucky’s youtube videos on protein shake recipes over bucky’s punctured lung. “no, i’m not lying. i heard you and wanda talking about me outside the gym,” he murmured. you smiled sheepishly.
“most people… know what i’ve done. what happened to me. and you should probably know at some point—actually, you should definitely know,” he sighed. “but not tonight. it- it’s a lot, and you’ve already had quite the night. so, you can ask me whenever. but maybe we’ll take it easy for now?”
bucky gently ran his hand over your jaw, and you looked at him with the most terrifyingly adoring gaze he’d ever seen. you shouldn’t be looking at him that way.
“thanks, bucky,” you smiled. “thanks for looking out for me. i was right. you are a good guy.”
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Here is a fun task for your Monday morning 😆🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a thirsty thot about one of your favorite fictional babes. Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️
Sorry I didn't get to this Monday, lovely, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. I really just want to get dicked down by Bucky...and the Winter Soldier.
A Familiar Face
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Winter Soldier
Word count: Over 1k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, spitroasting, it's porn.
18+ Please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
Time was a precious gift that helped heal wounds. Time travel was something you didn't want to touch after everything. It wasn't your place. But fate liked to play games. And it had you seeing double.
Bucky knew you were being followed when you went home. What surprised you was that he allowed you to be tailed. When you saw the man in front of you, you knew why. It was him...the Winter Soldier.
"Bucky?" you asked, not taking your eyes off the Soldat. Was he there to kill you? If so, why did he let himself be seen?
"It's fine, doll. He won't hurt you," Bucky promised, looking at the younger version of himself. "Will you?"
"What the hell?" you asked when your husband brandished a knife, taking a step back.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" he asked as if he hadn't heard you, smirking as invaded your space. "Always so soft and warm," he added, using the knife to cut the first strap on your dress.
"What are you doing?" you asked over a whisper.
The Soldat didn't move from his spot, but you swore his gaze became more heated when the other strap was cut. The bra followed quickly before the knife was tucked away. You didn't have a chance to cover your breasts as your hands were pinned to your sides.
"Our wife," Bucky said warmly, pressing a tender kiss to your neck. "The best thing to ever happen to us."
"Wife?" the Soldat asked in awe, his eyes roaming your body. "I...I have a wife?"
You knew that look. You saw it when Bucky had a nightmare. Seeing it on his younger self broke your heart.
"You will eventually. She saves us," he said, teasing the hem of your panties when he trusted you to keep your arms still. "C'mon, doll. He came all this way. Give him something good. He needs it."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He wanted you to sleep with...another him? Looking at him, it was easy to want him. He was still Bucky. Your Bucky. You loved all of him.
That was one of the reasons you ended up on all fours between these men, your husband's cock deep inside you. Some nights he stayed between your thighs until your went boneless, losing count of how many times you came from that sinful mouth. Tonight wasn't a night for foreplay.
"So fucking wet, doll. So needy for my cock you need two of them?"
You whined and gripped the sheets as Bucky held still. He needed to move. You'd go crazy if he didn't fuck you. Your walls quivered around him as the Soldat ran the tip of his cock along your lips, your tongue slipping out to get a taste. Obediently, your mouth fell open. You wanted that heavy weight on your tongue. You were hungry for it.
"You'll love her mouth. Almost as much as you'll love her pussy," Bucky promised.
"Look at me," the Soldat roughly ordered as he forced you to swallow massive cock. Your eyes glazed over momentarily as your throat relaxed around him, letting him push deep. You could take it. He was the one who taught you how.
"That's it. Choke on him. Choke on me," Bucky said, his voice low as he pulled you back on his cock and finally moved
It was rough, getting your throat and cunt fucked like it was their mission. But the passion in your tortures man's eyes almost matched the man behind you. Moaning around him, you encouraged him to keep going. He could own you for tonight because he had your entire future.
"Good girl. You're his. You're mine. Show him that," Bucky growled, his wedding ring digging into your skin.
The friction of their thrusts felt unbelievable. Having two super soldiers ram their dicks in and out of you, using you, made your head spin. You wouldn't be able to walk after this. You weren't sure you'd be able to speak. They'd take care of you.
"Come down her throat when you're ready. She'll swallow every drop."
"I can?" he asked. He sounded uncertain.
You moaned around him in response, letting him know he could. You wanted to be filled from both ends. It was all you could think about now.
"Yes. She belongs to us...and we belong to her."
A feral look appeared in the Winter Soldier's eyes at that, your own tearing up from the force of his thrust. It was everything you wanted and everything he needed. Your approaching orgasm made you cry out, the muffled sound making your men groan.
"Keep clenching down on me, doll. You need to come, don't you?" Bucky asked as you began to tense up. You were desperate for what you knew would be a mind blowing-orgasm. "Make her come."
"Come for me. Come for us," the Soldat demanded.
You shouted around him as you came hard. Their grips kept you from collapsing, both swearing in Russian as you shook from the sensations. You wondered if it was your smothered scream of pleasure that made them let go, feeling both of them paint you with their seed. As promised, you swallowed every drop.
Stars glittered in your eyes as you came down from your climax, aware of four hands gently caressing your heated skin. You moaned as they adjusted you, letting them surround you as you closed your eyes. Bucky curled you against his chest as his lips brushed your forehead. The Soldat pressed himself against your back, like he didn't want any space between you two.
"More," the Soldat whispered, kissing your neck as you shivered.
You moaned a bit since you couldn't find your voice yet.
"Give her a minute. Just one of us is a lot. Two is another level, but she can take it."
"I don't want to forget," he said sadly, making your heart ache.
"They'll wipe you," Bucky told his younger self, making you open your eyes. His were full of longing. "But when the time is right...you'll remember. I promise."
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