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Succumb - Steve Rogers x OC

Title: Succumb Fandom: MCU Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC Word count: 4210 Warnings: torture, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, isolation, swearing, illness, biological warfare, dubious-consent, coercion. Also available on Ao3

Summary: Steve Rogers is betrayed. He's not the only one.

Notes: shout out to @vixenofcourse who indulged me as I delved into this idea after I read Flowers in the Attic. All of my thanks to her for editing it for me. The sketch used in the banner above is gorgeous and for sale. Check it out here. Also, please let me know what you think. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this (and not just because I have ideas of what happens after...)

This is a darker fic. Heed the warnings.

Steve Rogers is betrayed.

He’s led down into this place he doesn’t recognize by Sitwell. He’s been back in the world for only a few months, barely long enough to start figuring out the way things work. He’s not entirely sure he likes the people he’s surrounded by but aside from their initial deception after he thawed, SHIELD has tried to help guide him…even though they keep assuming he can’t adapt.

He hears a woman calling out for help and with a quick glance at Sitwell who doesn’t seem concerned, Steve picks up the pace. He’s locked in with her before he can stop it. Confused, he demands to be released only to be told to think of it as a vacation. One with a willing, warm body for his needs. The woman cries harder at that and all Steve can think about is how fucking stupid he is in this moment. He didn’t even suspect the trap or question the directive that no weapons were allowed past the stairs.

He tries to break open the door, the walls, anything to be released. Nothing moves. Seems they’ve learned their lesson from his first awakening on their turf. Eventually, he slumps down and looks at the woman who’s been ‘given’ to him. She looks like she just got off work at an office.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He means it too.

“It’s not your fault,” she replies, wiping her face free of tears. “You didn’t put me here. Fucking SHIELD did.”

Days pass.

The room they have been forced into is small, especially for two people. Barely long enough to lie down with his feet planted against one wall and stretch his arms over his head to brush the opposite wall with his fingertips . There’s a bare foam pad for a mattress on the floor in the corner and a washroom with a toilet securely fastened down, same with the shower head over the drain in the floor. There’s no shower curtain or partition for privacy, only a missing door. He’s seen better conditions during the war.

Steve learns her name, Eurydice, and that she had just recently started working in the Human Resources department of the agency. An agent had asked for her assistance…before throwing her in here a couple days ago, she thinks. They didn’t tell her why. They didn’t speak to her at all until he came.

Food is delivered only during the night and rationed throughout the day. He tries, over and over, to grab whoever is delivering it. He somehow never manages as it’s shoved through an opening in the door. He spends a couple of days trying to break it but when he attempts it, they’re not fed. He abandons this venture only once his vision is blurring and his hands begin to shake while the woman he’s with is curled in the corner, trying to quell the misery of her hunger. Food begins to arrive again after he stops.

Finally, they are told why they’re there. Why they won’t be released any time soon.

“You are a rare specimen, captain,” an anonymous voice says. The speaker is buried in the wall. “We were not able to procure a sample of your semen while you were emerging from the ice, so we’ll do this the old-fashioned way. You’ll sleep with the girl, Captain and give us the child.”

There have been few moments where Steve has actually been overcome with rage. This is one of them. But it is nothing compared to her.

He‘s never heard some of her swears before, even from the men he’s spent time with in the forties.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I promise. No matter what. I won’t touch you, okay? It won’t happen. I’ll get us out of this. Now we know what they want so we just don’t give it to them. We’ve got this.”

He does not have this.

Neither of them do. He realizes, likely too late, that he should have tried to actually build relationships with the people he’s met. How many of them are wondering where he is? Is anyone? Or has SHIELD spun a story addressing his disappearance? What about hers?

There’s nothing to do but talk or draw on the walls with the pen and charcoal he had stashed in one of his pockets that would have held his sketchbook. She is a terrible artist but she fills the silence as he draws.

Eurydice (“Dizzy to my friends”) is 29 and named after the Greek myth. Her father was a classics professor, her mother an accountant. She‘s new to the city and only joined SHIELD because she needed a job, not out of some patriotic duty. She likes spicy food and tacos and green tea. She prefers comedies over action and she misses listening to her father’s voice reading to her. Her voice breaks at that.

Steve tells her about his mother, about Bucky and even about Peggy.

She scoffs at that last relationship, with one of the founders of SHIELD, and they fight. It ends with her retreating to the bathroom and Steve nearly breaking his own hand punching the wall. She’s wrong. He wants her to be wrong but part of him worries she’s not.

Then the music starts.

It blares from the speakers, causing Eurydice to curl up, covering her ears. Steve tries to find the speakers, to break them, but it’s so loud that he can’t hear where it’s coming from. It lasts for hours and when it finally stops, when they finally have silence after curling into each other trying to help cover their ears, the fight is long forgotten.

It doesn’t stop there.

They don’t get a change of clothes. The temperature seems to drop with no pattern. He offers his warmth, promising to be respectful and not touch her any more than necessary, but they go from trying to huddle together to her choosing to lean against him constantly. She shivers in the dark and it’s all Steve can do to try to keep either of them from freezing. It’s only when they’re curled up together, when her teeth stop chattering as her head rests against his chest, that the cold seems to ease.

Despite everything, despite being used as an experiment and being seen as a paragon of virtue, Steve is human. He’s a man. In the weeks that pass, filled with mindless boredom and conversation about anything possible, he finds himself entranced.

She’s quick-witted, funny and while she’s a bit of a pessimist, she’s trying. That means a lot to Steve. Especially when she tries to cheer him up.

She’s also gorgeous in an old-fashioned way. She reminds him of the faded photographs his mother kept of family and friends gone or left behind. It’s subtle, and he thinks in this time maybe she’s overlooked. He can’t help but watch her and not because she’s the only other person here rarely more than arm’s length away. Eurydice is all soft curves and bright eyes and sharp tongue. He thinks if they had met some other way, he would have been tempted to ask her out. Considered leaving the memory of Peggy in the past to get to know her.

He wants and wants and wants. But Steve made her a promise. He won’t touch her. He’s not even going to let her know how he yearns.

“SHIELD can’t be good,” she tells him one day. “Not when they’re doing this.”

She’s leaning against him, beyond exhausted. He’s always trying to hide her behind his bulk, away from the door. Away from anything that could hurt her.

“I know,” he says. He’s been thinking of it since the day they locked them in. The Peggy he knew wouldn’t have accepted this but he’s wondered if he ever really knew her, how early the rot set in, how she and others could have missed it. A romance on and off a battlefield didn’t actually mean they knew every facet of each other. All the good and the bad and what might be seen as an acceptable compromise to secure something that looks like peace and security. After all, history is full of them.

In the time he’s been here, he thinks he’s seen every side of Eurydice. He’s held her as she cried in despair or raged against their captivity. Slept with her pulled against him, trying to share his body heat. Shared every meal. He’s been subject to her anger even her pain when she menstruated. She’s seen every part of him in return. His anger, his sarcasm, the way he likes to pretend to be the version the public expects and the real him. She’s heard all of his hopes and dreams and frustrations. She knows how he hasn’t fully trusted anyone since Bucky.

“I wish I could draw you,” he tells her when she’s falling asleep. “I wish—” He stops himself and looks at the walls around them. He’s covered them in landscapes and memories of New York. He’s drawn everything he could think of, anything to keep him from reaching out to her. Even when she’s the one who moves closer, who tries to comfort him. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Only have a pencil but I’m trying to give you the world. However I can.”

“Thank you, Steve,” she murmurs back. He feels her relax further into him and he closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of her breathing.

So of course the music starts again.

He feels her eyes on him almost constantly, though it’s long ago become a comforting weight. But lately, she looks away every time he tries to meet her gaze, to figure out what she’s thinking. It’s the only thing she really hides from him. He hates it. He wants her to tell him, to admit it. He wants to know that he’s not alone in feeling like this.

So he relishes the moments she gives. The way she talks to him when she tries to sooth his anger, how she’s always the first to reach out to him, to tuck herself against his side. She’s the one who moves closer because he swore he wouldn’t and it takes everything in him not to pull her tighter against him and not let her go.

The soap they share lingers on her skin and he breathes it in every chance he gets. It’s better on her but mainly because there’s some part of him that enjoys her having his scent, as though he can claim her in any way possible without actually crossing the boundary he placed between them. It makes him feel like this is all welcomed. That if he closes his eyes, he can pretend that they’re somewhere warm. That they chose to be together instead of forced. He thinks he’d choose her now over anyone.

He doesn’t want to scare her.

It’s been weeks. Months? He should know but when he’s not thinking about how they’re going to escape, he’s thinking about her.

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. They haven’t been able to grab even a full hour anymore. Any time they get close to falling asleep, the music starts or the temperature drops and they’re forced back to alertness. It doesn’t matter if it’s only one of them or both, they’re not allowed to rest. He can’t help it though.

He thinks about how she sometimes smiles and how it feels like it lights the whole place up. He thinks about what it would be like to touch her, to have her relax against him completely. He thinks about the way she sometimes holds her breath, the soft sounds she tries not to make when she's in the shower and he pretends he doesn’t hear. He wants to know if she thinks of him then, like he does her.

He thinks about how she’s starting to thin out, that the curves he first noticed are beginning to shrink. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like how she’s not moving as fast as she used to, that her quick-witted responses aren’t happening as much. Apathy is setting in.

He thinks about what it would be like if they weren’t here, if they were in some apartment with the sun shining in through the windows and he tries to ignore the itch to draw her.

He needs to get them out of here. If only so they can have a real chance.

The sleep torture stops as suddenly as it started and Steve has no idea how long they sleep in the ringing quiet.

Something is wrong.

It starts with a cough. Dizzy tells him that it’s nothing, the air is dry and she’s prone to allergies. He believes her. Until it doesn’t fade. He asks their captors for another blanket, something to help her, but they don’t respond and the cough continues to linger.

He hears it constantly. It does not ease and Dizzy starts running a fever. She won’t eat and while he should be grateful that they finally get to sleep, she’s sleeping longer and longer. As if it’s getting harder to be awake.

Then it turns from a mild persistent cough into long barking hacks. He doesn’t need to see the blood speckled in her palm to know that it’s the same thief that took his Ma.

Steve rages.

She would have needed to be infected and since he has been her only companion, he knows who’s responsible.

“God fucking damn it!” he screams at the ceiling. “Heal her!”

There is silence in return until finally the air crackles. “Comply,” the voice says around him. He shakes his head, but fear settles in his chest as Dizzy starts coughing again.

Steve breaks.

“Fine,” he swallows and prays she forgives him. He can’t lose her. “Heal her and I’ll do it.”

Silence answers again.

“Fuck!” He punches the door. It dents slightly but does not budge and Steve breaks at least one knuckle.

He hears a noise as the slot where their food is delivered opens. He turns towards it, waiting for it to open.

“Place your arm through the hole, Captain.”

“What?”

“Present your arm for injection.”

He clenches his jaw, trying to quell the desire to refuse. To reach out and break whoever is there but then Dizzy coughs again, her body wracking with it. He kneels at the door and shoves his arm through the hole. He turns to stare at Dizzy as he waits until he feels the needle.

When he wakes up, she’s gone.

It takes three days.

They torture him in her absence, filling the silence with sounds of her coughing and wheezing. Sounds of her hacking up blood. He doesn’t sleep and he almost imagines he hears his mother, as though he’s back there in the hospital helplessly watching her die.

Finally, the door slot opens again.

“Present your arm for injection.”

“Tell me she’s okay.”

“Your arm, Captain.”

“Is she okay?”

He almost hears a sigh. “If you want her to return, you will present your arm.” He does.

This time when he wakes up, his head is in her lap. She’s humming softly as she strokes back his hair. It’s almost as though she’s bathed in light but they don’t have any windows. Maybe he’s hallucinating.

“You’re okay,” he breathes.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “They healed me.”

He sits up and cups her cheek softly, looking over her face, trying to memorize every feature. She looks better. She looks alive but he can see the impact that this last attempt to force their compliance has had on her.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her softly. He's sorry that she's been drawn into this mess. Sorry that they've almost killed her over and over in attempts to get them to comply and he's sorry...that part of him isn't because god, he just wants to touch her and if this is the only way, he'll take it.

She gives forgiveness in two words. “It’s okay.”

They demand compliance immediately. He begs them for a reprieve. They are granted three days before they promise to replace her.

Steve sits on the foam pad, his back pressed against the wall. He’s already confessed to her, told her what he promised in exchange for her life.

Dizzy moves, throwing a leg over him before she settles, straddling his lap. His hands come up to her waist automatically. He’s so used to touching her now, even just casually. He didn’t realize how much he missed it until she went out of her way to reach for him. Even when it wasn’t completely out of survival.

“I don’t want to die,” she breathes. “If we…they’re going to kill me either way. I have no value to them except for this. If we don’t, they’ll bring someone new but if…if I get pregnant they’re going to tear the kid out of me and I’ll die knowing I lost them to-” she cuts herself off, closing her eyes and trying to bury her face in his chest. He tries to hold her closer, as though he can protect her from these fears. They’d been here too long.

“I won’t let them.” He forces himself to sound assured, even though they’ve been trying to find an escape since they’ve been locked in. He won’t let anything happen to her. Ever. “This might look like an unwinnable fight, but I’m not gonna give up. I don’t know how. So I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, and that’s not coming any time soon.” He pauses slightly before he tells her, “you’re mine. I’ll kill them if they touch you.”

He says it like a promise but they both know promises can be broken. They were strangers when they met, when they were forced into this place and no matter what he’s tried, their captors have always been able to outmaneuver him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” She shudders against him when he whispers it, his mouth by her ear. “What you feel like. What you taste like. I want to know every sound, every expression, every shiver.”

His thumb is rubbing soft circles against the skin of her back. She shifts slightly, trying to get closer and he tries not to buck up against her. He’s relished the feel of her before but this is different. This is a chance to gain everything he’s been dreaming about.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice low. “What you like.”

“I don’t know.”

“You do. You’re just too afraid to say it.” He moves so that his face is inches from hers. “If you want me to stop, tell me.” She doesn’t. His gaze darts to her lips before searching hers. All he sees is the same hunger he feels for her. He kisses her. Softly, at first, until she moves her mouth against his and his grip tightens. His kiss deepens and she arches against him. He pulls at the slip she’s wearing, desperate to get closer, to feel anything but the fear and anger and helplessness that has saturated them.

How long have they been fighting this? How long…how long have they been here? The kisses turn frantic as she rocks against him.

It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

They make her take a pregnancy test. Every morning. The only blessing this offers is that it gives them a way to track the days.

Steve finds he can’t stop touching her. Now that he knows what she feels like, some of the sounds she makes though she tries desperately to be quiet because they’re watched, he can’t resist. They are commanded to fuck at least once a day, to fulfil their end of the bargain they were forced into. He does his best to hide her, to cover her as completely as he can so that he can grant her some small mercy.

It is destroyed with the tests.

Negative test after negative test. Both of them try to hide their relief. They’ve given in, but they’ll do anything they can to keep a child from being born into this torment. Neither of them will give it up to whatever god forsaken plans their captors have.

But their luck can’t hold out forever and eventually their fears are confirmed. One morning the test is positive.

“Stay here,” he tells her. He has spent weeks trying to work his way out and now? Now something is happening and the door…the door is ajar.

“Absolutely not,” she says. “What if it closes again and then I’m just stuck here. Alone.”

He swallows tightly. They’re both dehydrated, both hungry but he has to take this chance. He just needs her safe. And safe is with him, he reminds himself. He can’t trust anyone else with her.

“Okay,” he nods. “But follow me and listen to exactly what I say, okay?”

“Sir, yes sir,” she says dryly. He shoves down the way it makes his cock twitch.

“Come on.” He grabs her hand and angles them so that she’s hidden behind him as they leave. She’s small enough now that he’s certain no one would see her. He could block any attacks.

The hall is deserted.

Eurydice stays quiet behind him and if it wasn’t for the fact that he can feel her hand in his, he’d almost think she wasn’t there.

He remembers the way. It’s been etched into his head since that door slammed shut behind him. Since he first saw her, tears in her eyes as she looked at him with hope and then fear.

They don’t come across anyone for several nerve wracking minutes. It’s odd and alarming enough that he pulls her closer. He doesn’t relax, even when he feels her other hand dig into the back of his shirt. He only prys her fingers off of him, ushering her to stand against the wall as he moves forward to the first guard they come across. It’s luck that keeps the man from turning around too soon. It’s Steve who swiftly disarms him and slams the man’s head into the wall, over and over until there’s a bloody smear when he finally lets the body fall. It does nothing to ebb his anger and he looks back for Dizzy. She’s already moving forward, reaching for him again. She doesn’t even spare the body a glance.

He takes their gun and radio, which he keeps, and strips them of the bulletproof vest which he quickly puts on Dizzy. Nothing is going to stop them from leaving this place.

He hears her breath hitch as they pass a window. It had been months, possibly a year, since they even saw sunlight. Since they’ve seen anything except four walls and each other.

“We’re almost there,” he says softly. “I got you.”

“I know,” she whispers back. It strengthens his resolve.

He leads her up a flight of stairs before he forces her back against the wall, shielding her body with his. There’s noise at the door and he raises the gun, ready to shoot.

The door opens and he catches sight of a familiar face before it pulls back faster than it appeared. The next thing he sees is an arrow directed at him.

“Stand down!”

“No.”

“Cap?” The archer peers at him as he moves into view. “Holy shit.” Steve does not lower his weapon. SHIELD forced them into that room. Everyone he’s known has been SHIELD. Eurydice not included. She was betrayed as he was. She was the only one he could trust.

“Cap, it’s me. Hawkeye.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve demands.

“What–we’ve been looking for you. Have you…have you been here the whole time?” Clint lowers the bow, loosening his hold on the arrow. It would be so easy for Steve to shoot him. Even he wouldn’t be fast enough and Steve…he needs to get them out of here. “Holy shit,” he says again. “We were told you were on a mission but La–Nat thought something was wrong.”

Steve forces himself to relax. He steps towards Clint who’s staring at him like he’s never seen him before. It’s likely the facial hair. They never gave them anything that might be turned into a weapon or used to hurt themselves.

“We have to go,” he tells his former teammate.

“Yeah, come on. I know a way. There’s a blind spot on the left side–”

Clint falls. His distraction in pointing the way gives Steve the moment he needs to knock the man out. He’s not taking any chances.

He gets them out.

They don’t stay in the city. They don’t stay still. When they’re finally free, when they’re out of the city and alone, they stand outside in the sun. They breathe. And if Steve takes the chance to kiss her again, to press her against the car and fuck her, all that matters is the fact that she wants him just as bad. That she begs him for more.

“They’re not going to let you go,” Eurydice says. She touches the lower part of her stomach. “They won’t let any of us go.”

“Then I’ll burn it down,” he promises. “They won’t get another chance.”

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#steve rogers x oc #fic: succumb #oc: eurydice #darker!steve rogers #steve rogers fic #mcu fic #in which bad things happen #steve rogers/oc #darker fic #dark!fic

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.

A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.

Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.

Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.

Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.

#made myself sad writing this #the pit as a parallel to loss of bodily autonomy? absolutely #this is darker than what i’ve written before #tw implied sa #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader #jason todd fic #jason todd #sunnie writes 🌻#snack fic

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ky-landfill · 10 months

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#tim drake #jason todd #tim adopted early au #<3 #fic rec #through the walls by maychorian #darker themes beware #batman #baby jason

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enden-agolor · 6 months

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my bf and i made a jesskas stardew valley au and we have been playing like crazy nonstop like it’s all i think about right now so here’s a bunch of doodles for it 😍

in the au jesse is the farmer who moves into town from the city and lukas replaces a character named penny, basically living her life (they both share interests in a few things and both have such kind, caring personalities so it fits trust me bro). for those who don’t know… penny’s life in game is kind of horrible. if you are familiar with the game, i’m sure you know what penny’s deal is and the dark reality she is living with her mother who happens to be an emotionally abusive alcoholic. so lukas deals with that, along side a few other things that kind of make his home life way worse (i’m so sorry lukas) but finds solace in the new farmer that he hadn’t met until about a whole year into jesse already living in beacon (pelican)town.

more art under cut

‼️warnings for implied emotional abuse involving a parental figure‼️⬇️

#i could probably go on forever about this au idk man #lukas will find so much happiness with jesse i promise #i cant talk about everything in the au here bc it does get much darker than what I already mentioned #who knows maybe i will write a fic about it #mcsm #jesskas #my art #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #minecraft story mode #mcsm fanart #mcsm petra #stardew valley #sdv au #cw emotional abuse

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xysidhequeen · 6 months

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Equilibrium

So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.

It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end.

The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves.

They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.

The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.

The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later.

But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.

Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer.

Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.

Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected.

Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women.

Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.

The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went.

No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.

Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.

So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'.

The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic.

Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished.

Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists.

But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?

Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless.

Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said.

They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late.

It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread.

The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative.

'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers.

More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to.

Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #equilibrium #equilibrium AU #danny phantom au #dp crossover #this one is going to be pure angst for a while #just so much pain #so much #it gets worse before it gets better #it gets very very very bad before it gets better #just hurt/comfort but the comfort is in a different area code and we have to walk barefoot to it #happy ending though #thats a promise #i really really wanted a darker danny fic to write #but i had to put the boy through a lot to get him where i needed him to be #poor thing #you know its funny i hate putting Jason through angst but i tosee danny into woodchippers like its my job #jason is baby and danny is my emotional punching bag #tkahrk is basically the polar opposite of this fic and the vibes of them give me intense whiplash #also this prologue started with me going: you know what would be terrifying? if the GIW was competent. like the CIA but better

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wikiangela · 2 months

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seven(ish) sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 💖

no idea how many sentence this is, but more of the buck driving fic and a convo with Eddie! also, I just needed him to go on a highway and went to google, all I know about us infrastructure and layout is from wikipedia and google maps lmao

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“What?” Buck glances at his phone, as if he could see Eddie’s face. Then he looks back at the road. He crossed the state lines around an hour ago, he’s been driving the whole night, aside from that quick nap when he was getting gas, but how does Eddie know? “How-”

“We’re sharing each other’s location, remember?” Eddie sighs. Right. Eddie insisted on that a while ago. Buck had no problem with that, obviously. It’s Eddie. And it’s just in case of an emergency. “What are you doing, Buck?” he asks, concern and confusion audible in his voice.

“I don’t know, Eddie, honestly.” Buck chuckles quietly, bitterly. “I- I didn’t wanna go home. I just felt like going for a drive, and before I knew it, I was on I-10, so I just- kept driving.” he shrugs, as if Eddie could see him. “Why are you checking my location so early in the morning, anyway? Or at all?” he adds, because he’d only check Eddie’s if he couldn’t get ahold of him for long enough to warrant worrying, not in the morning when he could easily just be asleep. Then again, maybe Eddie sees how off Buck’s been lately.

“Uh-” Eddie takes a beat, swallows audibly. “I do that sometimes.” he admits, voice quiet.

“Do what?” Buck’s hands grip the steering wheel a bit harder, eyes on the road. Fortunately there’s not a lot of traffic at this hour, in between cities.

“Ever since-” he takes a shaky breath. “Ever since you- you died, I check sometimes, just to make sure you’re there, that you’re- you’re alive. To ease my mind without overwhelming you and smothering you with my pointless worrying.” he chuckles quietly. “And, I don’t know, today I woke up and had this nagging feeling to check, to make sure you’re safely at home, and- and here you are, two states over.” he says in that tone that makes Buck clearly imagine him shaking his head with exasperation and fondness. “Buck, if you wanted a road trip, you should’ve just said so. We’d have taken Chris and gone across the- the world if you wanted to.” he says earnestly, and Buck feels tears in his eyes again. Fuck, what is wrong with him? “You know we’re here for you. I’m here for you.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be.” Buck whispers, not meaning a word.

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#seven sentence sunday #buck driving fic #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #i feel like the beginning was a bit darker than the rest of it lmao i guess i let it out too quickly and been in a better mood hahah #idk i have so many ideas just jumbled in my head so who knows what this will end up being lol

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dravencore · 7 months

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All I could think of when reading the last few chapters of Sun, Moon, and Stars by @tragic-unpaired-electron was their Nai and canon!Knives meeting each other.

#my art #trigun #millions knives #i know the artificial eye is the one thats darker but i draw all my eyes black so i kinda inversed it #[hands over shitpost of your very good fic] pls take my offering

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eddies-whoreee · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit

Bro I swear I had this on scheduled post. For the day it was supposed to be posted on. Come to fucking find out. I didn’t and it never got posted. But here it is the long awaited. I’m so pissed.

Summary: after a bad fight between Eddie and his wife. He stays the night at his best friend’s house. Instead of his best friend, Steve he’s greeted by Steve’s daughter who was away for college but is visiting. Feelings are confessed and things go further.

CW: cheating, daddy kink very small, dads best friend!eddie, age gap, , unprotected P in V, pet names, almost getting caught,Reader is over 18!!

You are pulled from your focus on the TV show you are currently watching with a hurried knock on the door. Your head snaps to the front door with a confused face. Your dad didn’t say he was expecting anyone. You get up fixing your ridden up shorts that seem to go higher with every step. You look into the peep hole and see a soaked Eddie Munson, one of your dads best friend. You immediately open up, “Mr.Munson? Oh my goodness are you okay? Come in” you say worriedly steeping out of the way. He chuckles lightly shaking his hair softly like a wet dog. Before stepping in, “I’m fine honey, where’s your dad?” He asks taking off his jacket which you set on the coat rack for him. “He’s on a work trip. He didn’t tell you?” you respond crossing your arms to mask your nipples peaking through your thin material shirt. “I actually didn’t call,my mistake. Is it okay if I crash here for tonight. Trouble at home” he says with a goofy smile. “Oh yeah, no problem it’s just our guest room is kinda a mess….” You trail off. “Oh that’s okay I can sleep on the couch, trust me I’ve slept on worse” he assures you. “Okay….” You speak looking him up and down admiring the way you could see through his white T-shirt that was soaked. “If that’s okay.” He says pulling out of your dark and twisted thought of him. “I’m sorry what? I was zoned out” you state, “can I get a change of clothes.” He smiles showing his pearly white. “Shit- sorry yeah I’ll go get some of my dads clothes. You want a shower?” You ask walking towards your dads room. “That’d be amazing” he says fidgeting with the chain on his jeans. So you grab him a change of clothes from your dads room. Grey sweatpants, white t-shirt, socks and underwear. As you hand him the folded clothes. “You got a hair tie bunny?” He asks. You take the scrunchie from your wrist and hand it to him. He smiles as a light blush runs to his face. “Thanks sweetheart.” He replies waking down the hall. You smile and walk back to the couch.

The tension was thick, you were in the kitchen keeping an eye on the boil pasta. Eddie was sitting on the couch hair still wet from the shower. And a beer. It took every fiber of your being to not walk in the living room to jump his bones. God, he was so hot. And not the young boy clean cut hot. The mature, rugged hot. It was 6:30 PM. No where near night and your dad was going to be gone for at least three days. So it was just you. You huffed setting a timer for 10 minutes and walked back in the living room. “Food should be done in 20 minutes” you state plopping down a little too close to Eddie. “I told you doll, you don’t have to make me dinner I’m fine with a cup of noodles” he says. “Non sense a hard working man like yourself deserves a meal. And you said you were having a bad day, the least I can do is make you a nice warm meal.” You tell him. “You sure know how to butter me up.” He states looking over at you, eyes trailing down your body. It was so wrong, the way he looked at you was wrong. His thoughts, were wrong. “Eddie?” You peep. God, the way you said his name. He was going to die with the boner he was growing. Especially in these grey sweatpants that hid absolutely nothing. “Can you touch me?” You ask playing with your hair giving him a innocent look. “Come again?” His eyes widen. You giggle, “touch me….” You trail off. He shocked and by shocked. He frozen in place, he’s looking at you. “Kiss me, play with each other” you continue. “Kiss? Play? Babydoll do you know what your asking for?” he coos tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, “please” you squeak making Eddie’s ringed hands around your waist. He then pulled you onto his lap making you gasp at the sudden movement. “You’re a fucking vixen you know that? I’ve been dying to fuck you” he groans as you grind on his boner. “Mm, yeah? All I had to do was ask. Thought it would take a little more convincing. Since, you know..” you tell him holding up his hand with his wedding ring on. “Oh god don’t do that bunny. How was I supposed to resist you. Look at you, these shorts are basically panties and I can see your tits through your shirt.” He states. “Mr.Munson have you been obsessing over me this whole time” you say faux shock. “Oh shut up, and take your shirt off” he jokes. You giggle as you take your shirt off. Your tits spilling out making him suck in a breath. With that he stands up pick you up like it was nothing. You wrap you legs around his torso and arms around his neck. “Where are we going” you gasp. “I’m not gonna fuck you on a couch” he tells you walking up the stairs. “And they say chivalry is dead” you state. He chuckles, “you’re a fucking smart ass” he chuckles as he flings open the door of your bedroom. He takes a few steps before tossing you on the bed making you giggle as he climbs on top of you. He pulls you into a heated make out session. It wasn’t soft and slow, it was rough and fast and a little sloppy. But you two were in a rush okay? You both had been wanting his since forever. “God is this damn thing glued to you.” He grunts trying to undo the knot on your shorts. “Just-” as you were about to undo them he gets frustrated and just rips them off making you yelp and the feeling of sudden cool air hitting your soaked cunt. He tosses the torn material to the side. “Look at you, holy fuck, you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen” he coos, you would feel awkward if you were naked and the other person was clothed but it was Eddie. If he told you the color purple was green you’d believe it. He pushed your legs to spread wider. “You’re fucking dripping baby? All this just f’me?” He asks running his thumb along your folds teasingly. “P-Please m-more” you whine bucking your hips slightly forward. “Aww, it’s okay, gonna give you what you want” he states taking off his shirt, his inked torso and arms. Made your cunt throb, along with his toned muscles. Next is his sweatpants, he slides them down his just till mid thigh. His cock bulging through his boxers. You audibly gasp once he takes his cock out. A smug smirk ran across his face.

“Like what you see?” He teases, your face blushes redder as if possible. “You’re so big” you peep eyes glued to his dick. “You can take it. Right? You’re a good girl, you can do it” the last part coming out in a mumble as he aligns himself with your entrance. He throws his head back at the feeling of your arousal coating the tip of his cock, that leaked with precum. “Ya ready bunny?” He asks, you nod eagerly muttering little pleas. With that he slams into you, all of him filling you up at once. Stretching you out, hitting your pelvis with one thrust. “Fuck! Thankyouthankyouthankyou” you yelp bakc arched and head thrown back. “That’s it, holy fuck, you’re so tight.” He says pounding into you. He pulls you up so both of your chests are touching. Your tits rubbing against his chest. You wrap your hands around his chest clawing at his back. “Fucking hell, it’s like this pretty pussy was made for me” he grunts pounding into you at a relentless pace. “Mmmm, please! Oh! F-fuck” you squeal overcome with pleasure. The feeling of being stretched to the brink. It made your eyes water with every thrust. It sounded like a wild animal fight. The wolf finally catching the bunny. Your moans and groans mixed together. You mind filled, with Eddie, Mr.Munson. “Feel good bunny?” He coos, knowing by the way you were basically yelling incoherently rambles. You nod vigorously, not able to form any words. In swift motion he has you back to straddling him. He takes your face in one of his hands keeping the other one wrapped around your waist. “Use your words, m’kay?” He states squishing your cheeks together. As your eyes focus back on his, “m’kay!” You squeak. “I asked you a question” he says. As he brings his hand down to your clit rubbing it slow and agonizing.

“Oh! I-I can’t r-rememberrrr” you whine rolling your hips forward. “Hm.. I asked if it felt good?” He asks starting his thrust back up not as fast and harsh but a nice pace. “Fuck! Yes! Feels amazing” you whimper. “Yeah? Want me to go faster?” He teases speeding up the assault to your clit. “Yes!” You yelp. His pace is now brutal, “m’gonnna cum, p-please” you whine. “I’m close too bunny. Gonna cum s’deep in you, have me leaking out till tomorrow” he groans his cock twitching inside you. You felt the knot in your stomach snap. You see stars and feel pure euphoria. As your orgasm rocked through you Eddie’s also washes over him at the same time. You two throw your heads back in sync. “Fuck!mmmm daddy fuck!” You cry head fuzzy. “Ss-s-so good. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He whimpers digging his head into the crook of your neck. “Daddy?huh?” He teases a smirk creeping on his face. “Shut up” you say breathlessly. Your chests heaving and heavy breathing was interrupted by a voice booming through the house. “Hellooo is anyone home? Y/n?” Your dad calls out from the living room. “Fuck! He’s was supposed to be gone” you whisper-yell. “Get in bed and act asleep. I’ll say I took you to bed since you fell asleep on the couch.” He says while you lift off of him. His cum spilling out of you. You scurry to the bed and cover up fully. Eddie hurriedly gets up and fixes clothes and his hair. You close your eyes and act asleep. While he just stands there. “Eddie cover that stain on the bed with my jacket. It’s on the dresser” you tell him eyes still shut. He nods doing exactly that.

He walks out your room as Steve was heading up the stairs. Steve stops midstep. “Eddie? I didn’t know you were here” he says taking a bite of his apple. “Yeah.. trouble with Kat, so I came here. Y/n let me in” Eddie says walking to Steve. “Oh, okay. Do you know where she is?” He asks taking another bite. “She’s asleep in her room. Guess she was tired she fell asleep on the couch.” Eddie shrugs scratching his neck. “She said you were on a business trip” Eddie says. “Got off yesterday, stayed today to rest and now I’m back it was supposed to be all week but it got rescheduled. I actually have a date tonight I just came home to shower and change into my going out suits.” Steve tells Eddie with a small nudge and a smirk. Eddie lets out a chuckle and nods. “Ill be back tomorrow morning or so.” Steve states. Walking up the stairs. Eddie huffs walking into the living room to sit and think about what just happened. Did he just fuck his best friends daughter. Yes. Yes he did.

About and half an hour later Steve leaves saying goodbye to Eddie. Once eddie is sure Steve left he has to come back to you. He walks in your room and you actually fell asleep. He shakes you lightly. You flutter you eyes awake and immediately smile seeing him. You snuggle into his chest. “You okay? Baby? You did so good for me” he tells you giving your forehead a kiss. “M’all good. But I can tell I will be sore for the next couple of days” you reply. “I’ll give you a massage.” He states. “Yesss please you say laying on your back.

And with that he was giving you a massage. “So…when you said daddy” he jokes making you groan.

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