#non-MCU

[definitly-not-harley-keener]

Peter Parker: (works longer than agreed upon)

Tony Stark: GeT oUT your TimE iS oVEr!!!

[marionluth]

Tony coaching 3-yo-Morgan how to handle her big feelings after a tantrum, while Peter watches.

Tony: It’s okay to feel angry, Morgan. We all feel angry sometimes. But do we smash our water bottles on the item or person that made us angry? No, we don’t! Now, remember how we spoke about blowing out our finger-candles when we feel mad to help us feel calmer?

Morgan: Daddy, that’s stupid

Harley: Yo, tell him, girl. We're not blowing out finger-candles when we're angry. We flip off fingers!

Tony: * death glare at Harley before turning back to Morgan *

Baby, we don't say stupid! Stupid is a Harley word. Can you think of a mommy word to use instead?

Morgan: *scrunching up her nose in thought* The one mommy uses when you and Petey and Harley make something essplode in the lab…

Harley:

Tony:

Peter:

Morgan: Uhm… Mo… Mormonic!

Peter: *snickers*

Harley: * spurts out his red bull laughing *

Tony: *fighting to keep a straight face* “I think it’s Bluey time!”

Morgan: Yaaaay! Bluey!

Peter: I think you handled that very well!

Tony: And I think you’ll end up on manual dishwashing duty, if you don’t fix your face!

Peter: Nuh, I gotta go. Take it out on Harley.

Harley: *flips Peter off, still coughing*

Tony: I'm too old for this sh...poo.

Peter: See you later. And don’t let the kid’s brain entirely melt with the blue horror show. You know it only gives her torture ideas!

Tony: Beat it, webhead!

Harley: *still coughing up his lungs*

Tony: * to Morgan, sitting next to her to watch Bluey * What is your brother talking about, nano-hulk? Bluey rocks!

Morgan: * evil toothy grin * I wanna play mount mumanddad!

Harley: Yaaaay!

Tony: * whimpers *

[rainbowsuitcase]

Okay, I've read many fics that mention Tony's reduced lung capacity due to the arc reactor, but it has just occured to me - there has to be some bone fuckery going on too, right?

Like, I'm not an anatomy expert by any means, but I'm pretty sure this is where the ribcage is, or at the very least the sternum. Right? So how does that shit work?

[petite-madame]

Just a quick question. Do you have any tattooed Hawkeye art? The ones I've seen of Tony and Thor are stunning.

Hi ^^

Thank you very much for your ask and for enjoying my tattooed Tony and Thor artworks. 🥰

Just a quick question. Do you have any tattooed Hawkeye art?

It's your lucky day! I was about to say "No, I'm sorry, I don't have something like this" then I remembered that about a year or so ago, I started a tattooed Hawkeye art. It still needed some work here and there so I worked on it last night and it's now done:

It's a "problem" that I have sometimes: I start an artwork but I stop it when it's 90% done, I have no idea why. 🙃

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this artwork. Nothing original when it comes to the tattoo but I think Clint looks badass like this. Thanks again and have a great day 💗

[blue-likethebird]

The explanation for why totk’s story is so Not Great and how disconnected from its predecessor it feels being that the devs didn’t want to alienate new players who didn’t know anything about botw’s story just falls apart the more I think about it. Nothing from this stupid half a plot works unless the player is familiar with specific details from the better games that came before it.

The believability of Link and Zelda’s connection to each other hinges on you knowing about the nuance of their relationship in botw. The ancient sages fighting with the champions’ arms and divine beast helms will only be impactful to botw/aoc players because totk doesn’t bother to explain the significance of that callback at all. Fi’s cameo is meaningless unless you either got every memory in botw or finished the master trial dlc (and know about her from skyward sword). You’ll only get the full context of Teba being sidelined in favour of a 12-year old if you played a specific chapter of Age of Calamity’s second DLC. Like sorry but I think Nintendo just made a bad story tbh

[huffelpuff210]

Taken care of Part 5 Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Non Con, forced relationship, forced marriage, manhandling, Stockholm syndrome, baby trapping, forced pregnancy, confinement, isolation, Dark Themes, Smut 18+

It has been a few weeks since Bucky and Steve brought you here, A few weeks since you learned very quickly they don’t take no for an answer, and a few weeks since you’ve slept, 

Sure they fall asleep thinking you are asleep but in reality you can’t bring yourself to sleep, 

Not when you thought they were your best friend and they did this to you, taking you away from your home and your job, forcing you to marry them, 

You are currently sitting on the back patio looking at the million of stars in the sky, it was beautiful, You never saw the sky so clear in the city, 

You had a blanket wrapped around you since it was still cold, you just don’t understand how all of this happened, why did they suddenly act now, If they had these feelings for as long as they said they did, what pushed them to act this way,

You were suddenly brought out of your thoughts when you hear the sliding door open, 

You didn’t bother looking, what was the point, what was the point in fighting the two super soliders, they were much stronger than you, 

They had far more power than you as they described what they were willing to do to make you compliant, 

You just had no fight in you left, 

Everything had you on edge ask if you were walking on eggshells. Sure they never hit you, but they did show you how easy it was to use your body, 

“Sweetheart?” You hear Steve’s voice, 

You slowly turn your head to look at him, His eyes held concern, the same eyes you came to trust with your life, Now you know they are the eyes of someone who betrayed you. 

“What are you doing awake at this hour? And out here in the cold.” He said sitting next to you 

You just shrug, 

His hand touches your cheek, He was now looking in your eyes concern plastered over his face, 

“When was the last time you slept?” He asked concern in his voice, 

You didn’t answer, he gripped your chin, 

“Sweetheart what’s rule number three?’ He asked 

“Always answer your questions.” You say in a sad tone, 

Bucky and Steve gave you a list of rules you had to follow, Rule number one was you always had to do as they said no matter what the task was, rule number two, was no running away, Rule number three always answer them, If you couldn’t follow any of these rules there will be punishment, 

They can give you a warning, but if you still fail to comply there will be punishment for your actions, 

“I can’t remember.” You mumble 

His eyes widen in shock at your answer. 

“Sweetheart you need to sleep.” He says Suddenly the sliding door opens again, 

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked, 

“She hasn’t been sleeping.” Steve says looking over his shoulder at Bucky, 

“What?” Bucky asked shocked 

“I don’t want to sleep.” You say just below a whisper, 

“Doll you need sleep.” Bucky says 

“I- I can’t.” You mumble 

They look at one another then back at you, 

“Tell us what the problem is.” Bucky says sternly 

Suddenly you feel a tear fall down your cheek the two men look shocked at this, 

“I don’t want to relive that again.” You say as your voice breaks, 

“I can’t relive losing him again I just can’t.” Suddenly you break down crying, You have been keeping everything bottled up for so long, You just couldn’t keep it in anymore, you had no choice but to tell them, suddenly to you brought into a hug, tears blurring your vision as you cried having a hard time catching your breath, 

“Oh sweetheart, Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve says as he pets your hair, 

“You don’t need to cry, We will give you everything you ever want.” Bucky says 

You have Steve’s shirt bunched up in your fists as you cry, 

“I- I can’t.” You say as you cry, 

“Yes you can and will, we will make you happier than that loser ever could,” Steve says petting your hair as you continue to cry, 

“Shh, Doll everything will be alright we promise you that.” Bucky says they were comforting you even though they were forcing you into so much, 

Forcing you to get married to them, forcing you into this home, forcing you to have sex with them, but why were they comforting you as you cried?

Bucky wiped away your tears kissing you, as Steve’s hands made their way up the under of your shirt, 

“In fact why don’t we start on that baby now.” Steve mumbled against your neck, 

You shook your head no, 

You definitely not ready for this not yet, 

“I’m not ready..” You say, 

“Yes you are, you just need a little push.” Bucky says kissing the side of your neck as you let out a small moan. 

“Let’s go inside I have a few idea’s on how to get you to sleep.” Steve says scooping you up in his arms, 

Steve lays you on the bed gently, His hand slowly making it’s way up your leg, 

You had a silk night gown, that’s what they wanted you to wear for easy access, at least that’s what they said, 

You could feel goosebumps on your skin you wanted to curse at yourself for how your body was reacting to him, Bucky however is behind you slipping his hand in the top of your night gown playing with your breast, 

Your head falling back hitting his shoulder, 

Steve hooks his fingers at the edge of your panties slowly pulling them down your legs, 

“You know I think we should just make a rule no more panties what do you think Buck?” Steve says 

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Bucky hum's as he kisses the side of your neck while he continues to play with your breast, 

Steve parts your legs, 

You feel his tongue enter your folds, Your head hits Bucky’s shoulder as you let out a moan, Steve’s tongue works you like a man starved in the desert, Small gasps and moans escape your lips. 

“That’s it doll, stop fighting us, give into your desires.” Bucky whispers in your ear, 

You have been trying to fight them tooth and nail about every subject, but end up failing in the end, but having them on you like this it is hard to even concentrate or even think about your plan at the moment, 

You feel a familiar pressure building up inside you making your legs start to shake, suddenly Steve adds two fingers inside of you curling them, hitting a certain spot and you feel the pressure inside you explode, as your legs shake uncontrollably you didn’t realize it but you had a hand in Bucky’s hair, you were a panting mess, 

“Mmm, I enjoyed that sweetheart.” Steve says suddenly he yanks you by the legs, that you fall flat on the bed, your head between Bucky’s muscular legs, 

You have no idea when they both got undressed but you feel Steve enter you with his massive member, No matter how many times they do this with you. You can never get used to how big they are, 

You gasp as he bottoms out in you, he groans as you grip him, 

“God Sweetheart you are just prefect for us.” Steve groans, his grip on your thighs tightens, as he almost pulls completely out of you only to slam into hard with his thrust, you let out an unrecognizable moan, as he continues his brutal pace, Bucky turns your head towards his member, 

“Open up doll.” He says 

You have no fight in you when they use your body in this way so you obey, 

You hate how your body reacts to them, but somewhere in the back of your mind you can’t help but feel like it feels right, perfect maybe, the way they reach places no man has ever reached before, giving you more than just pleasure, 

You can feel the pressure building up inside you again, Steve groans as he picks up the pace, placing your legs over his shoulders so he can go deeper inside of you, You let out a loud muffled moan, that caused Bucky to groan in pleasure, 

“God I’m not going to last much longer.” Bucky groans, 

Suddenly the pressure inside of you snaps your legs shaking, the pleasure you were feeling was something you’ve never experienced before, it was so overwhelming but also felt amazing, you can tell Steve is close how his thrusts are getting harder and erratic and suddenly he lets out a loud groan that almost sounded like a growl as he cums inside of you and at the same time Bucky cums inside your mouth with a loud groan, 

Bucky pulls out of you at the same time as Steve, You can barely make out what they are saying as you feel your heavy eyelids slowly flutter shut, you were too exhausted to care about anything else. 

Steve and Bucky look over at you as they finish cleaning themselves up and you up, to find you passed out from exhaustion, 

“Well now we know how to get her to sleep.” Bucky says 

Steve lets out a chuckle as they both settle in beside you Your head now resting on Bucky’s chest as Steve has an arm draped over you. 

[le-regrems]

MCU cast Romani actor to play Romani character challenge.

[wenellyb]

Fans of White characters on Tumblr have this incredible gift of making you gradually hate a character you loved by acting like that character has never done anything wrong in their lives, even thought there is clear evidence they have.

They'll talk about forgiveness, about growth, about how it all happened in the past and how everyone makes mistakes and deserve a second chance but you'll never see them extend the same courtesy to non-White characters.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖 "Hydra Sanatorium"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Tags: a/b/o, medical institutionalization, cognitive disability, made up kinky medical things, diapers, catheters, non-con medical procedures, restraints, forced wetting, hurt/comfort, humiliation, kind!Careworker Steve, bratty!Patient Bucky, alpha Steve, omega bucky, dub con everything due to a/b/o biology, dry humping, forced orgasm, masturbation, implied self harm, orgasm therapy, age difference (19/30), omorashi

Summary: Bucky is a troubled teen coping with the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty.

Steve's been developing too much of an attachment, he knows he has. But he might not have the self control to remain detached anymore.

Chapter 1: A Weekend in the Pens

Chapter 2: Holding It in

Chapter 3: A Catalyst

Chapter 4: Release Therapy

Chapter 5: Excited Catatonia with Aggression

Chapter 6: Inflation Therapy

Chapter 7: Pheromonal Oil Massage

Chapter 8: Sensory Reset Therapy

Chapter 9: Persistent Genital Arousal

Epilogue I.

[themoonking]

i genuinely want the mcu to end so badly. the whole "every movie takes place in the same universe and they're all connected" worked well in the earlier days, but now it just hurts the quality. i would have loved to see what an ant-man 3 or a doctor strange 2 could have been if it didn't need to put aside its own identity in service of furthering a larger story. and as the release schedule gets more and more crowded, it just gets harder and harder to remain invested in literally anything.

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

loki from marvel is bisexual and genderfluid (canon)

submitted by anonymous

[definitly-not-harley-keener]

Tony: how was this semesters exam season?

Peter Parker: Its over. At last!

Tony: okay. But was good? Okay? How do you feel?

Peter: ITS OVER!

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

But At What Cost?

Warnings: This chapter: Thoughts of suicide, non con, physical abuse, miscarriage; the series: non-con, dub-con, depression, forced marriage, angst, forced pregnancy, 18+

Word count: 2,925

Pairings: Dark!Bucky Barnes / Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest girl in her family. After being sold to Bucky Barnes, and forced to have his child, she and her sisters look for a way to escape.

~ indicates time change

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A/N: Holy shit, I have not updated in 4 years... Life has been so busy with moving, having a child, and starting my new business but I am so incredibly happy to be back! I would get that writing itch but would never scratch it, until now. I plan to post weekly for a long as I can stand it. I also hope to participate in challenges and NANOWRIMO next year, so hopefully this year can be a warm up to where I used to be. Anyway, enough rambling. Let's get into the third and FINAL part to my most popular series, Small Price to Pay. Enjoy!

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Three months. That’s how long it’d been since you and your sisters had escaped your Hellhole of a life. That’s also how far along you were in your pregnancy. You weren’t showing yet, but all your sisters and nephews and nieces knew. Nobody allowed you to stand too long without offering you a chair, and you were exempt from all household chores, to your dismay. The one thing you begged to let them allow you to do was shop on your day and take care of the young children.

Today was your day to leave to get groceries. This time was always extremely stressful for you and your sisters, none of you knew what lay beyond the door. There was no way to know if today was the day that you would all have to separate. More stress was in the air due to your pregnancy. 

Lucille wrote the list of supplies before handing it to you, smiling. “Okay, here’s everything we need. Do I need to remind you not to talk to strangers?” She lifts an eyebrow, her lips turning into a smirk as you slap her arm playfully. 

“Don’t worry, mom, I promise I won’t.” She laughed at you before hugging you close. You all always did this, just in case it’d be your last time together. 

Anne was next to hug you. “Stay safe, baby sis.” You hugged her tight, calming your nerves as you smelled her candy perfume.

 You went on to hug Vienna and she rubbed your belly. “No matter what happens, just know baby boy will keep you safe.” You smiled at your sister.

“You’re so sure it’s a boy?” Vienna nodded.

“Positive. I predicted all my kids’ gender correctly, what makes you any different?” She lifted your hand from your belly, replacing it with yours. You’d always wanted a girl, but deep in your heart you felt it was another boy too. You’d never admit this to your sister, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Your witchcraft doesn’t work on me, devil woman!” you joked, causing all your sisters and you to laugh. You savored that moment, how you felt and the way you all sounded at peace. No doubt none of you had felt that way in a long time. A piece of you knew it all was temporary, soon you’d all go back to worrying. Was that shadow or a person following them? Was that stranger living near us before or did they just move in? What do we know about them?

You were pulled from your thoughts when Anne clapped her hands. “Well, on your way. You want to get there and back before rush hour.”

~

You shopped the aisles of the American store, looking for your last items. As you're pushing the cart you hit something. No someone. You looked up shocked and immediately apologized upon seeing a woman with white hair. Her hand travels down to her protruding belly protectively, and your eyes get wide.

“I am so sorry, Ms, here let me help you.” You rush to the woman’s side as she tries to bend down to pick up her dropped items. She stands back up as you bend to get her items before handing them to her.

“Don’t worry about it, I should really look where I’m going. I don’t have a giant sign on me.” She chuckles at her joke, and you just nod your head. You couldn’t help but feel you knew her, but shook your head. That’s impossible. You knew no women except your sisters and nieces.

“Well, I’m sorry again. Have a good day, ma’am.”

“Wait!” You look back at the woman when you turned to leave her to her business. “I’m sorry to bother you, but could you help me with my groceries home? I live just down the road in Kilven’s road, I was going to ask a grocer to help me but they’re all men. I don’t feel comfortable with that, I’d rather have a woman. If you can’t I completely understand, just thought I’d try anyway.”

You considered the woman for a minute. Kilven’s road was next to yours, it would be an extra 5 minutes max to help this pregnant woman. You understood her wariness to ask a male to help her home. Besides, you did hit her with your cart.

“Sure, let me just check out and I’ll be happy to help you out.”

The woman smiled at this. “Really? That’s great, thank you so much! My name’s Nat by the way.”

~

You and Nat talked the short walk to her house, she had just moved there a year prior to be with her German boyfriend-turn-husband of 6 years. You  nodded your head as she told you stories, you kept your life story vague. You had just moved there yourself, but that’s all you offered.

“Do you have any kids?” You opened your mouth to speak before closing it again, unsure how to answer. You wanted to trust Nat, but you were still getting a weird feeling around her. “I’m sorry, that’s very rude of me. Don’t answer that.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at the woman as you readjust the bags on your shoulders. One held Nat’s items and the others yours. You both shopped light to your luck. You continued to walk in a bit of silence until the woman pointed to her house. 

“Here I am.” You followed her up the steps as she took out her keys. “Would you like to come in? My husband baked a mean German chocolate cake.” She took her bag from your shoulder, and you smiled at her generosity. 

“No, thank you, but I should really be getting home if I want a headstart on dinner.” The woman nodded at your response.

“Of course, of course. Thank you again for your help, get home safe, dear.”

You thanked the woman as you waved goodbye and stepped away down the steps. You hurried off the road with your bag and to your own, never looking back. Little did you know the woman was following you the entire time. 

~

When you got to your house, you took out your keys swiftly before putting them in the lock. You opened the door, looked out and saw nobody there, then locked it behind you.

“I’m home!” You walked to the kitchen, noticing the eerie silence. That’s weird. “Hello?” You walked up the stairs, still not hearing one child. Did they leave? They didn’t call you. When you reached your room you gasped at what you saw. 

“James?” Your husband smiled back at you as your sisters sat in the small room’s corner. James had a gun pointing at the bathroom where you heard small whimpering sounds, no doubt the children were in there. 

“Hey, Baby, miss me?” You gulped.

“James, please. Let my sisters and their children go. I’ll go with you peacefully, just don’t hurt them.” James shook his head.

“Can’t do that, Doll. These women have husbands who are worried sick about them and their kids. Would it be right to just let them kidnap their children and disappear halfway across the world with them?”

You looked to your sisters as tears fell from their eyes. This was all your fault. You should’ve never stayed with them, you and Bucky should’ve found your own place to escape to. You should’ve known James would find a way to you.

“James, please. Don’t do this.” Just then the door downstairs bursted open. You all, except Bucky, jumped at the sound. Fast steps made their way up the stairs, and then Nat appeared in the room’s doorway. Only this time she had no belly.

“Natasha, perfect timing.”

Natasha?

Suddenly you remembered. How could you be so stupid? The woman before you with her own gun was the woman you met at your wedding. She talked to James about moving to Germany to live a life on the downlow. Back then she had red hair.

She sauntered into the room, smirking at you, before aiming the gun at the same door James just was. “Their husbands are on their way here. They should be getting off the plane in about 5 minutes and they’ll be here to get children and wives back in no more than 30 minutes. I’ll keep these lovely ladies company until then.” Your sisters’ eyes widened at her words, and you started crying. 

James smiled and lowered his gun before walking to the bathroom. “Good.” He opened the door and your nieces and nephews started crying. Your heart broke for the pain you were causing. James walked from the room with your son in his arms. “I have everything I need, so I think I’ll take my wife and son and head out.”

Your son calmed down his cries when he was in his daddy’s arms, snuggling closer to him and laying his head beneath his chin to suck on his thumb. 

Natasha turned her attention to you, still keeping the gun pointed at the door. “Look at what you caused. Your son could have grown up without a father. Is that what you want?” She raised her voice at you causing you to jump a little. You shook your head, closing your eyes as more tears poured from them.

“It’s okay, Nat, all that matters is we’re all back together. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“T-that’s right,” you whispered, not wanting to speak the venomous words. James walked over to you before grabbing your arms in a tight grip. 

“Happy you agree, let’s go home. Now.” The last word was growled in your ear, causing you to stiffen again. You opened your eyes to see your sisters again. They smiled weakly at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed out. James pulled you from the room then the house. A car came to pick you up as you traveled back to the Hell you had tried so hard to crawl away from.

~

When you got back home, James beat you. Bad. You cried and screamed at him to forgive you. Punches flew at you from every side. Your eyes threatened to swell shut from his blows and your lips were purple and bruised. You tried to tell him about the child you were pregnant with, but he couldn’t hear you through his rage. When you were down he kicked your stomach and you cried out in immense pain. He just grabbed your face and kissed you roughly.

James then picks you up from the ground before pushing you down on the bed. “Take off your clothes,” he demands, leaving no room for negotiation. Your mind was still foggy from what had just happened that James had forced on you the minute you both walked through the door and he handed Bucky to a maid you had never seen before. “Now, Doll, don’t make me repeat myself. I’m already pissed.” His nostrils flared as he spoke. 

With shaky hands, you steadily reached for the white button up you had been wearing. You discarded the fabric to the floor, revealing to James your white lacy bra. His pupils dilated as he watched on, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Next was your skirt, and then you were left with just her matching underwear set. You looked up at James with doe eyes, waiting for your next order. Just like the obedient little girl James had made you. 

“Keep going,” was his only command as he reached to pull off his white dress shirt that hugged his muscles just right. He palmed his growing hard on, the outline very prominent in his black dress pants. The size made your eyes water with more tears. You knew he wouldn’t be gentle. No matter how many times James fucked you, you were still just as terrified as the first time, nearly crying every time he’d stuff it into your tiny cunt. 

James reached behind you aggressively to undo your bra and let it fall to the floor along with your other clothing. Your boobs bounced from being free, and you slowly slid your panties down next. 

You were looking to the floor as you untangled the lacy fabric from your legs, but looked up when you heard a chuckle. You met James’ eyes as his face was turned up in a smirk. 

“Such a fucking tease,” he tsked, “You just want me to destroy that tiny little pussy of yours, don’t you?” You kept eye contact with him as you nodded her head.

“Yes, sir.” 

James leaned down in front of you, grabbing her face and pulling you roughly forward to his lips. He squeezed your jaw so you would open to him, wanting nothing more than to assert dominance with his tongue. 

James’ kisses were never loving, just hungry. He moaned into your mouth as his tongue explored; all the while you sat back with submission, allowing your master to take full control of what’s his. After what felt like minutes, James finally pulled away, pushing you back even more and causing you to whimper at the force. The fight in you dying forever ago.

James unhooked his belt as you held his gaze, dropping eye contact was a rule that you had learned not to break. Once her clothes were off, they had officially begun; after that she wasn’t allowed to look away from him. 

“Turn around. You’re going to learn not to disobey me one way or another.”

“Yes sir.”

“Did you really think you could escape me?” You started to cry again.

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, not yet you’re not. But you will. Look at me.” You turned around and your eyes widened. James’ left arm was replaced with that of a metal one. “You wanna know how I got this?” He tossed a cast that was in the shape and color of his arm that you were used to to the floor. “I was a prisoner of war in World War 2. I was used as a war machine long after the war ended. I’m an ex-supersoldier, Baby. Did you really think you could escape me?” James was starting to raise his voice as you started to cry again. 

He spanked your ass with his robotic arm and you lurched forward at the force. James continued spanking your bare ass until you were so raw you could barely feel it anymore. Your stomach cramped so bad and you screamed at the sudden pain, clutching it and falling to the bed weakly. 

“Get up, I’m not done with you.” But you couldn’t move. You could just stay in the fetal position as your body convulsed in the worst pain you could only relate to birth. Then you felt a liquid escape from your vagina. Your eyes squeezed shut as you begged the pain to leave you soon.

“Y-you’re bleeding. Are you okay?” James’ words barely reached your ears as you suddenly felt nauseous. You couldn’t move as your stomach emptied it’s contents on the bed. Then you saw black.

~

James had beat you so bad you had a miscarriage. When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. A nurse was checking your vitals when she noticed you were awake. She greeted you, asking how you were feeling, before informing you of the terrible news. She asked to confirm what your husband had told them, that you had fallen down stairs and that explained your bruises and swollen eyes. You said yes.

After that day you were forever broken. You never stepped out of line with James, and you became the wife he had always wanted. No more did you dream of an escape, nor what the future held. You didn’t care.

James was never the same, either. After the incident, he was doting. Always saying he loves you, buying you expensive presents daily with flowers of different kinds. He tried to set you up so you could see your sisters more often, and he even let you leave the house. But you wanted none of it. You took the gifts with not so much of a smile, you rejected to see your sisters, and you chose to only leave the house when food was needed. You only bought Bucky clothes online, not being able to stand being in a child store. 

When Bucky’s 4th birthday rolls around, 3 years later, he is eager to start preschool. He didn’t remember his aunts or his cousins, and he was closer to his father than ever before, shying away from you as you grew colder and colder to both of the relationships you had in your life. It was him who dropped him off to school as you stayed home with a maid to take care of you and your needs. You were currently pregnant with a girl. James said you’d name Dahlia, Dolly for short. She’d be your perfect rainbow baby, he said, a real Doll. 

When Bucky came back home he showed you a card he had made for James at school, insisting it go on the fridge. You obeyed, hanging it there with a magnet that made Bucky happily skip away. 

The card showed Bucky and James hugging, not a sight of you or the child in your womb. You were a waste of space, a visitor in the home you’d created. A hollow shell of who you used to be. You thought about your suicide. It seemed easy, too easy. It’s a small price to pay for freedom, but at what cost? 

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[kayvsworld]

having the impulse to watch 2012 avengers. what is going on

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

My omegaverse Poolverine x GN!AFAB!OC fic which is supposed to be Porn without plot, now is Porn with Plot, just a bit.

It’s also three chapters so far too. Ugh. 6,000 words and I’m still not done.

This is the short fic that has inspired my series that I’m working on.

I need to work on my Wade talk though. I’m gonna need help with that.

[fotibrit]

call it projection but i dont think tony takes care of himself much. i know that boy has yellowish teeth and a bedhead that'll scare even the tasmanian devil.

so do you think that ever gets to him? like some nights he's just sittin there thinking about all the health bs he has going on. i imagine he'd spend hours just counting everything thats wrong with him. everything that hurts. like, his joints, chest, back, neck, teeth, eyes.

sounds horrible.

(I am talking about Tony pre-Infinity war)

I fully believe that Tony forces himself to continue being in the public eye because he dosn't know how else to motivate himself to take care of himself.

Every time he thinks about not brushing his teeth, he remembers the full-length article about how his teeth are yellowing, and how multiple reporters asked him about it after the article was released. Every time he considers a new haircut or facial hair style, he remembers the time he messed up shaving and had to sit through a 3 hour meeting about it, in which everyone tried to decide if Tony needs to just avoid public appearances until it regrows.

I think Tony is so very precise about how visible appearance, and for that reason, he is so sloppy with his non-visible health. He's got a stiff back from working through the night, and he likes it because nobody can see it. He's got acid reflux and he will never report it to a doctor because... who cares? The public doesn't, so he doesn't. He's got a shoulder that clicks every time he lifts his arm and doesn't give a shit, but if he gets a bloody nose he checks obsessively if the nose is not crooked.

And he will never let himself get out of the public eye, because then he would fall apart. If theres no crowd of eyes to keep him looking the part, he will stop being Tony Stark.