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artsekey · 5 months

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Disney's Wish

Look, Disney's Wish has been universally panned across the internet, and for good reason.

It’s just…kind of okay.

When we sit down to watch a Disney film—you know, from the company that dominated the animation industry from 1989 to (arguably) the mid 2010’s and defined the medium of animation for decades—we expect something magnificent. Now, I could sit here and tell you everything that I thought was wrong with Wish, but if you’re reading this review, then I imagine that you’ve already heard the most popular gripes from other users across the web. So, let me focus in:

The biggest problem with Wish—in fact, the only problem with Wish—is Magnifico.

Whoa, that’s crazy! There’re so many things about Wish that could’ve been better! The original concept was stronger! The music was bad--

I hear you, I do. But stay with me here, okay? Take my hand. I studied under artists from the Disney renaissance. I teach an adapted model of Disney’s story pipeline at a University level. I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting degrees in this, and I am about to dissect this character and the narrative to a stupid degree.

First, we need to understand that a good story doesn’t start and end with what we see on the screen. Characters aren’t just fictional people; when used well, characters are tools the author uses (or in this case, the director) to convey their message to the audience. Each character’s struggle should in some way engage with the story’s message, and consequently, the story’s theme. Similarly, when we look at our protagonist and our antagonist, we should see their characters and their journeys reflected in one-another.

So, what went wrong between Asha & Magnifico in terms of narrative structure?

Act I

In Wish, we’re introduced to our hero not long into the runtime—Asha. She’s ambitious, caring, and community-oriented; in fact, Asha is truly introduced to the audience through her love of Rosas (in “Welcome to Rosas”). She’s surrounded by a colorful cast of friends who act as servants in the palace, furthering her connection with the idea of community but also telling us that she’s not of status, and then she makes her way to meet Magnifico for her chance to become his next apprentice.

Quick aside: I'm not going to harp on Asha as a character in the context of Disney's overall canon. Almost every review I've seen covers her as a new addition to Disney's ever-growing repertoire of "Cute Quirky Heroines", and I think to be fair to Asha as an actor in the narrative, it serves her best to be weighed within the context of the story she's part of.

As Asha heads upstairs for her interview, we're introduced to the man of the hour: Magnifico. He lives in a tower high above the population of Rosas, immediately showing us how he differs from Asha; he’s disconnected from his community. He lives above them. He has status. While the broader context of the narrative wants us to believe that this also represents a sense of superiority, I would argue that isn’t what Magnifico’s introduction conveys; he's isolated.

Despite this distance, he does connect with Asha in “At All Costs”. For a moment, their goals and values align. In fact, they align so well that Magnifico sees Asha as someone who cares as much about Rosas as he does, and almost offers her the position.

… Until she asks him to grant Saba’s wish.

This is framed by the narrative as a misstep. The resonance between their ideals snaps immediately, and Magnifico says something along the line of “Wow. Most people wait at least a year before asking for something.”

This disappointment isn't played as coming from a place of power or superiority. He was excited by the idea of working with someone who had the same values as he did, who viewed Rosas in the same way he does, and then learns that Asha’s motivations at least partially stem from a place of personal gain.

Well, wait, is that really Asha's goal?

While it's not wholistically her goal, it's very explicitly stated & implied that getting Saba's wish granted is at least a part of it. The audience learns (through Asha's conversation with her friends before the interview) that every apprentice Magnifico has ever had gets not only their wish granted, but the wishes of their family, too! Asha doesn’t deny that this is a perk that she’s interested in, and I don't think this is a bad thing.

So, Is Asha’s commitment to Saba selfless, or selfish? I’m sure the director wanted it to seem selfless, wherein she believes her family member has waited long enough and deserves his wish granted, but we can’t ignore the broader context of Asha essentially trying to… skip the line.

Then, we get our first point of tension. Magnifico reveals his “true colors” in snapping at Asha, telling her that he “decides what people deserve”. This is supposed to be the great motivator, it’s meant to incite anger in the audience—after all, no one gets to decide what you deserve, right? But unfortunately for the integrity of the film and the audience's suspension of disbelief, at least part of Magnifico’s argument is a little too sound to ignore:

Some wishes are too vague and dangerous to grant. Now, there’s visual irony here; he says this after looking at a 100 old man playing the lute. The idea that something so innocuous could be dangerous is absurd, and the audience is meant to agree.

... But we’ve also seen plenty of other wishes that might be chaotic—flying on a rocket to space, anyone? The use of the word vague is important, too—this implies wording matters, and that a wish can be misinterpreted or evolve into something that is dangerous even if the original intent was innocuous. His reasoning for people forgetting their wish (protecting them from the sadness of being unable to attain their dreams) is much weaker, but still justifiable (in the way an antagonist’s flawed views can be justified). The film even introduces a facet of Magnifico’s backstory that implies he has personal experience with the grief of losing a dream (in the destruction of his home), but that thread is never touched on again.

What is the audience supposed to take from this encounter? If we’re looking at the director’s intent, I’d argue that we’ve been introduced to a well-meaning young girl and a king who’s locked away everyone’s greatest aspiration because he believes he deserves to have the power to decide who gets to be happy.

But what are we shown? Our heroine, backed by her friends, strives to be Magnifico’s apprentice because she loves the city but also would really like to see her family's wishes granted. When this request is denied and she loses the opportunity to be his apprentice, she deems Magnifico’s judgement unfair & thus begins her journey to free the dreams of Rosas’ people.

In fairness, Magnifico doesn’t exhibit sound judgement or kindness through this act of the film. He’s shown to be fickle, and once his composure cracks, he can be vindictive and sharp. He's not a good guy, but I'd argue he's not outright evil. He's just got the makings of a good villain, and those spikes of volatility do give us a foundation to work off of as he spirals, but as we’ll discuss in a bit, the foreshadowing established here isn’t used to the ends it implies.

While I was watching this film, I was sure Magnifico was going to be a redeemable villain. He can’t connect with people because he's sure they value what he provides more than they value him (as seen in “At All Costs” and the aftermath), and Asha’s asking for more was going to be framed as a mistake. His flaw was keeping his people too safe and never giving them the chance to sink or swim, and he's too far removed from his citizens to see that he is appreciated. Asha does identify this, and the culmination of her journey is giving people the right to choose their path, but the way Magnifico becomes the “true” villain and his motivations for doing so are strangely divorced from what we’re shown in Act I.

Act II:

His song, “This is the Thanks I Get!?” furthers the idea that Magnifico’s ire—and tipping point—is the fact that he thinks the people he’s built a kingdom for still want more. Over the course of this 3:14 song, we suddenly learn that Magnifico sends other people to help his community and doesn’t personally get involved (we never see this outside of this song), and that he’s incredibly vain/narcissistic (he's definitely a narcissist). I think feeling under-appreciated is actually a very strong motivation for Magnifico as a character-turning-villain, and it works very well. It’s justified based on what we’ve seen on screen so far: he feels under-appreciated (even though he’s decidedly not—the town adores him), he snaps and acts irrationally under stress (as seen with his outburst with Asha), and he’s frustrated that people seem to want more from him (again, as seen with his conversation with Asha in Act I).

But then… he opens the book.

Ah, the book. As an object on screen, we know that it's filled with ancient and evil magic, well-known to be cursed by every relevant character in the film, and kept well-secured under lock and key. But what does it stand for in the context of the narrative's structure? A quick path to power? We're never told that it has any redeeming qualities; Magnifico himself doesn't seem to know what he's looking for when he opens it. It feels... convenient.

I think it's also worth noting that he only turns to the book when he's alone; once again, the idea of connection and community rears it's ugly head! Earlier in the film, Amaya-- his wife-- is present and turns him away from taking that path. In her absence, he makes the wrong choice.

This decision could make sense; it contains powerful magic, and if it were framed in such a way that the people of Rosas were losing faith in Magnifico’s magic, as if what he can do might not be enough anymore after what they felt from Star, going for the book that we know contains spells that go above and beyond what he can already do would be logical. Along the lines of, “If they’re not happy with what I do for them, fine. I, ever the “martyr”, will do the unthinkable for you, because you want more.”

It would keeps with the idea that Magnifico believes he's still trying to help people, but his motivation has taken his self-imposed pity party and turned it into resentment and spite.

But, that’s not the case. Instead he talks about reversing that “light”, which has had no real negative or tangible consequences on Rosas. Everyone had a warm feeling for a few seconds. Again, it’s meant to paint him as a vain control freak, but… he hasn’t lost any power. The citizens of Rosas even assume the great showing of magic was Magnifico.

Act III

Then, we get to the consequences of opening the book (and perhaps my biggest qualm with this film). The book is established as being cursed. Magnifico knows it, Asha knows it, and Amaya—who is introduced as loyal-- knows it. The characters understand his behavior is a direct result of the book, and search for a way to save him. This is only the focus of the film for a few seconds, but if you think about it, the fact that his own wife cannot find a way to free him of the curse he’s been put under is unbelievably tragic. Worse still, upon discovering there is no way to reverse the curse, Magnifico—the king who built the city & “protected it” in his own flawed way for what seems to be centuries—is thrown out by his wife. You know, the wife who's stood loyal at his side for years?

It’s played for laughs, but there’s something unsettling about a character who’s clearly and explicitly under the influence of a malevolent entity being left… unsaved. If you follow the idea of Magnifico being disconnected from community being a driving force behind his arc, the end of the film sees him in a worse situation he was in at the start: truly, fully alone.

They bring in so many opportunities for Magnifico to be sympathetic and act as a foil for Asha; he’s jaded, she’s not. He’s overly cautious (even paranoid), she’s a risk-taker. He turns to power/magic at his lowest point, Asha turns to her friends at her lowest point. Because this dichotomy isn’t present, and Magnifico—who should be redeemable—isn’t, the film is so much weaker than it could’ve been. The lack of a strong core dynamic between the protagonist and antagonist echoes through every facet of the film from the music to the characterization to the pacing, and I believe if Magnifico had been more consistent, the film would’ve greatly improved across the board.

I mean, come on! Imagine if at the end of the film, Asha—who, if you remember, did resonate with Magnifico’s values at the start of the film—recognizes that he's twisted his original ideals and urges him to see the value in the people he’s helped, in their ingenuity, in their gratitude, & that what he was able to do before was enough. Going further, asking what his wish is or was—likely something he’s never been asked— and showing empathy! We’d come full circle to the start of the film where Asha asks him to grant her wish.

Pushing that further, if Magnifico’s wish is to see Rosas flourish or to be a good/beloved king, he'd have the the opportunity to see the value in failing and how pursuing the dream is its own complex and valuable journey, and how not even he is perfect.

The curse and the book (which, for the purposes of this adjustment, would need to be established as representing the idea of stepping on others to further your own goals/the fast way to success), then serve as the final antagonist, that same curse taking root in the people of Rosas who’ve had their dreams destroyed, and Asha works with the community to quell it. Asha’s learned her lesson, so has Magnifico, and the true source of evil in the film—the book—is handled independently. Magnifico steps back from his role as King, Amaya still ends up as Queen, and Asha takes her place as the new wish-granter.

This route could even give us the true “Disney villain” everyone’s craving; giving the book sentience and having it lure Magnifico in during “This is the Thanks I Get!?” leaves it as its own chaotic evil entity.

All in all, Magnifico's introduction paved a road to redemption that the rest of the film aggressively refused to deliver on, instead doubling down on weaker motivations that seem to appear out of thin air. Once the audience thinks, hey, that bad guy might have a point, the protagonist has to do a little more heavy lifting to convince us they're wrong.

Look at the big-bad-greats from Disney's library. There isn't a point in the Lion King where we pause and think, "Wait a second, maybe Scar should be the guy who rules the Pridelands." Ursula from the Little Mermaid, though motivated by her banishment from King Triton's Seas, never seems to be the right gal for the throne. Maybe Maleficent doesn't get invited to the princess's birthday party, but we don't watch her curse a baby and think, Yeah, go curse that baby, that's a reasonable response to getting left out.

What do they all have in common? Their motivation is simple, their goal is clear, and they don't care who they hurt in pursuit of what they want.

Magnifico simply doesn't fall into that category. He's motivated by the idea of losing power, which is never a clear or impactful threat. His goal at the start seems to be to protect Rosas, then it turns into protecting his own power, and then-- once he's corrupted-- he wants to capture Star. The problem is, there's no objective to put this power toward. Power for power's sake is useless. Scar craves power because he feels robbed of status. Ursula believes the throne is rightfully hers. Maleficent wanted to make a statement. Magnifico... well, I'm not really sure.

#wish #disney #review #magnifico

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maxwell-grant · 5 months

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So is Worm good from what you have read

"Yes" doesn't begin to cover it but yes. Worm is a brain-rewiring mobius strip disguised as a bible disguised as a superhero web serial that either cured your cancer or shot your dog or both depending on who you ask, and it has many extremely dedicated, brilliant scholar priest surgeons publicly dissecting it on this platform on the regular to the point I don't think I have much to add to the conversations surrounding it, even if I do have some The Thoughts about it. I had never even really seriously thought about superhero prose before and Worm isn't a thing I go back and reread frequently but it did a complete and total 180 on the way I think about superheroes and even fiction, and I've never stopped thinking about it since I've read it.

It is a monumentally impressive story with completely absolutely incredible characters that I cannot stop thinking about. No matter where it was going, even past stretches that were less interesting or more of a slog to read or worse, I could not put the story of Taylor Hebert down for one minute. Tattletale fascinated me every step of the way, I had to keep up with her. Rachel Lindt was a character I feel like I'd been waiting my whole life for. What was I gonna do, not see them through? I feel like Worm easily loses you if you don't particularly connect with the characters enough to justify to yourself the amount of time you'll spend with them, but man, I could not unglue my eyeballs from these people enough (I love all the core Undersiders, to be clear, I'd say it's Rachel > Taylor > Tattletale > Aisha and Alec and Brian, there are very small gaps between these, I just don't go berserk for the last three like I do for the first three, I'm taking Bitch and Skitter to the grave I'm dead serious)

Worm irreparably destroys your ability to engage with superhero fiction the same way ever again, as evidenced by the fact that it destroyed the author's own ability to engage with his own superhero fiction ever again. And everybody who read it has one or several gripes with it with some major dealbreakers in the mix. Tumblr's kinda the only place online where you can really talk about them at length without the spectre of John Wildbow hanging over the discussion, which enables discussion to the point where yes, maybe it does look like to outsiders that nobody can agree on whether Worm is good or what is it even about or whether it even has worms in it (it has at least one, although it's a very big one).

And it is good, it has the Undersiders in it and the Undersiders are one of the greatest groups of characters ever put together, but everyone has at least one major point of contention with Worm whether it's the timeskip or the length or the racism or the gross fatphobia or aspects surrounding the Dallon-Pelham Torment Nexus and etc. I'd say it has maybe the most racist vision of Latin America I've ever seen in a superhero text a hair short of pro-colonial tracts in Golden Age comics and that is a tall fucking order by any metric (part of why I started WEON4 as a project was motivated by spite, to try and make my own stories about non-American superheroes even if just as practice). It is Complicated, and that winds up making it so fascinating to talk about.

Worm has self-sustaining ecological systems of posts up here, far away from the Spacebattles and Reddit battlegrounds where it has different ones and that's not getting into Weaverdice or the sequel or Wildbow's larger body of work, which I haven't gotten to and probably will not any time soon because Worm was enough of a commitment as is. Do I recommend Worm to everyone? It is certainly not to everyone's tastes and I personally find it difficult to describe it simply enough to make it sound appealing or not like a pyramid scheme. But yes I do think it's good, in fact great, in fact, amazing, except when it isn't, and except it Plainly Sucks, but then something like Taylor vs Mannequin or Kevin Norton's interlude or "You needed worthy opponents" happens and it fucks harder than anything has ever fucked before and you don't walk away from it the same, so yes I guess "good" will have to do now.

It's certainly a lot but I definitely found it worth my time to read and then read the texts written about it here. You'll have to take my endorsement of Worm as proof of it's quality and proof of how deranged it makes it's readerbase, they're not mutually exclusive. If you can make it, Worm and the wormosphere has layers and layers to wade through and talk about and enjoy, despite how we're all so very small in the end *gunshot*.

#replies tag #worm #worm spoilers #wormblr #wildbow #superheroes #web serial

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bossbtch1 · 4 months

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Cat and Mouse Pt. 1

Summary : You're the notorious Black Cat, a cat-burglar who initially caught Spiderman's attention. Engaging in a thrilling cat-and-mouse game with the web-slinger, the stakes escalate when you stole from the Avengers, prompting them to send the Winter Soldier to capture you.

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x f!reader as Black Cat x Peter Parker

Tags : Eventual Smut, Witty, Cunning, Sly, Banter, Flirting, Teasing

Words : 11k+ (This is why I have to divide it into 2 parts lol)

A/N : Big thanks to @nayala for this fantastic request! Writing this story has been an absolute blast, especially with the witty and flirty banter between the characters. I've decided to spice things up by introducing Peter Parker, aka Spiderman, to the mix, considering Black Cat's connection to the Spiderverse. Quick heads up, Peter Parker here is 18, as there'll be plenty of playful flirting and teasing from the reader. But fear not, the smutty goodness will be reserved for our dear Bucky. Enjoy the ride!

You were the infamous black cat, an elusive thief that was known to be very dangerous and seductive. It was easy for you to sneak past any guard, get in and out without a trace, and have them clueless as to who was responsible for it all.

You had been following your father's footsteps, wanting to continue his legacy, and become the greatest cat burglar of all time. So far, you've made a name for yourself. However, there was a small problem that you faced. You met by one of the biggest and most troublesome obstacles yet. The ever famous Spider-Man.

You noticed he had been watching and following you for the last few heists. He thought you didn't know he was there, but you could sense his presence. You wondered when he would try and take you on. You pretended not to know, you wanted to play his little game. You were a master at this little game of hide and seek you had with him.

You could see the excitement and anticipation in his body language, the way he would move and watch you, his excitement only grew as he continued to follow you. He was getting more confident with his moves, as well. You couldn't help but to chuckle to yourself seeing him, "He's getting more bold," you mumbles to yourself while watching him swinging with his web, "and a little less sneaky."

One night, a particular target caught your attention. It was a ruby gemstone, the largest one of its kind in the world. It was so enticing, and you wanted to add it to your collection, so you went on your merry way to go get it. It was also the time has come for him to show himself and try and put an end to your little games.

"It's time," you said as you prepared to enter the store.

The night was young, and you could feel the electricity of the air as you snuck through the night. You climbed onto the roof of the jewelry store, making your way to a window, and slipped inside. You landed on your feet and immediately made your way to the door. You peeked outside, the coast was clear. You slowly opened the door and looked both ways. Once again, no sign of anyone.

You began to make your way towards the room with the jewellery and was working on cutting the glass of the window you were going through with your claws. The security in this building was awful, it was so easy turning off the alarm and drugging the security. After that you quickly put the jewellery stone inside your suit but were interrupted by a web being shot onto your hand.

"I would like to politely request that you not do that." Spider-Man said, hanging from a web above you.

You couldn't help but smirk, turning around to face him. "Well, look who decided to join the party. Pleasure meeting you," you said with a hint of sarcasm. "But I would like to politely ask you to kindly fuck off" With a swift motion, you pulled out one of your claws and sliced through the web.

"I don't think the owner will like the way you broke the window. Or how you plan to take what doesn't belong to you."

You sighed, looking around at all the glass now on the floor, "Well, I guess I'm gonna have to do a little more damage control."

"I can't let you do that, Miss-,umm" Spider-Man trailed off, unsure what to call you. “Miss Black Cat.”

"Miss Black Cat," you chuckled with the nickname he called you. "Wow, so fomal. And, really, I'm just here, minding my own business, doing my thing."

"Breaking and entering is illegal," He pointed out.

"I'm just doing the owner a favour, they didn't have proper security installed. So really, I'm doing them a favour." You shrugged as he swung down to the ground, landing gracefully amidst the shattered glass.

Spider-Man pulled on the web, pulling you closer. "That's not how it works."

"It's not?" You asked, placing a hand over your heart in faux surprise. "Well, shoot, here I am, just trying to be a good Samaritan. Thought I was doing the right thing. What a shame."

"I guess they weren't counting on having the most notorious jewel thief in New York City."

Your laughter filled the air as you grabbed his web. "Flattered, really." With a swift motion, you ripped the web off your wrist and pulled on the end still in his hands, drawing him closer. You traced the contours of his mask with a teasing touch. "You're quite the fan, huh?"

You could tell he was embarrassed, because he stammered for a bit before answering. "What? No, I'm- I'm just- I'm trying to-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "It's okay, no need to hide it."

He shook your hand away from his face, "Well, it is kind of my job to know you. You're one of the few people I actually have to keep a close eye on. Especially with all the trouble you've caused."

"Trouble? Well, you know, darling, they say trouble is just another word for fun," you teased, twirling a lock of your hair with a flirtatious smile.

He regained some composure, tried to steer the conversation back to seriousness. "Fun or not, breaking the law has consequences. You can't just waltz in and decide what's right."

You tilted your head, examining him with a glimmer of mischief. "Oh, but I beg to differ, Spider. I've been doing it for quite some time now. And honestly, where's the thrill in following all the rules?" Then you shoved him, you began walking away, but you could hear him following you.

"No, no, no, you're not leaving. Not until you give back what you took."

"Um, okay, uh, no thank you," he muttered, shaking his head.

"What? Don't want to see what's underneath?" you teased.

He shook his head, flustered. "That's not—no. I'm—no. I'm not doing that."

You flashed a playful smile. "Alright. Suit yourself."

"Look, let's make this quick and easy for both of us," He urged, attempting to bring the situation back to seriousness. "Just give me back what you stole, and I'll let you off."

Your grin widened as you stopped and turned to face him. "Oh, Spidey, always in a rush. Where's the fun in quick and easy? But fine, you can check. I've got nothing to hide… except maybe a few secrets," you added with a wink, keeping the playful tone alive in your exchange.

“Fine, you leave me no choice." He shot out two webs, aiming for your legs. You dodged, jumping back, landing on your feet.

"You're fast," he remarked, genuine surprise in his voice.

"And you're predictable," you quipped, shooting a grappling hook that latched onto his arm.

You skillfully reeled in the grappling hook and, with a swift motion, tossed him aside. He tumbled and hit the ground, but Spider-Man was on his feet in an instant, standing before you. "You're stronger than you look," he admitted. Undeterred, he shot out more webs, attempting to ensnare you, but you deftly dodged each one.

"Oh, and you're not as strong as you think you are," you retorted with a smirk, seizing the opportunity to run at him. A well-placed kick to the chest caught him off guard, sending him flying into a nearby wall. As he struggled to get back on his feet, you couldn't help but taunt, "Come on, where did that spirit of yours go?"

He shot out more webs in an attempt to capture you, but your agile moves allowed you to dodge and roll away. "Well, that was unexpected," he remarked.

"You're not the only one who can do acrobatics, sweetie," you laughed, staying one step ahead utilizing the momentum to turn a stumble into a graceful run toward the exit.

"Hey, wait!" He called out, shooting a web at the door. He tried again, attempting to catch you, but each time, you skillfully evaded his web shots. Undeterred, he continued his pursuit, shooting webs that you effortlessly dodged.

With a quick cut of the web and a deftly handled device, you pressed a button and slipped through the roof. "This isn't the last time you're going to see me, Spidey. See you later."

"Well, I guess there's always next time," He muttered, watching as you disappeared into the night.

It had been a few couple of days since you last saw Spider-Man, and you were actually glad. He was cute and all, but his constant need to try and stop you was really getting annoying. The next time you met was a few weeks later. You were stealing a painting, when once again you were stopped by Spider-Man.

"I thought I told you, I'm not interested." You said, before he could say anything.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We have a history. We go back and forth. And we both know how it's going to end. So why don't you just make this easy on us both, and just turn around and leave."

"I can't. Not while you're doing illegal activities." He said, as he shot his webs at you. You managed to dodge, but that only resulted in him wrapping them around the painting instead.

"I appreciate the concern, Spidey, but you really should consider a new hobby. Maybe knitting?" you quipped, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

He shot you a wry smile, acknowledging the banter. "Breaking the law isn't a hobby.”

With a nonchalant shrug, you retorted, "Well, you have your hobbies, and I have mine. Let's agree to disagree, shall we?"

He seemingly undeterred, finally managed to free the painting from the webbing. "Look, I can't just let you go around stealing things.”

"Why?" you asked, strolling through the museum's long hallways.

He followed after you. "Because stealing is wrong," he said, as if stating the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who says?"

"Society."

"Oh please, society is messed up anyway," you scoffed, continuing down the hallway with a nonchalant air. Uncertain of your destination, you pressed on. "Besides, stealing is such a strong word. I prefer borrowing."

"And how long do you plan on keeping these 'borrowed' items."

"That depends. How long does a loan usually last?" You said, before you cut the painting from the wall and took off running. Spider-Man was following close behind and managed to get ahead of you.

"You're not leaving with that."

"Then come and stop me." You challenged.

He shot his webs at you, and managed to take you down, but you weren't going to make it that easy for him. You got free from the webs and ran off once more. The game went back and forth, until the painting was covered in webbing and completely ruined.

"Now look at what you did. Again." You said, pointing at the ruined artwork. "Don't you have anything better to do, than follow me around, and ruin my plans?"

"Nope, and I don't know why you keep stealing. And I can't just turn a blind eye to crime."

You tilted your head, a sly smile forming on your lips. "Crime is subjective, Spidey. What's a crime to you might be art to someone else. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?"

He shook his head, clearly not buying your philosophical spin on the situation. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be."

"That's my specialty," you replied with a wink, deftly snagging another painting, this one being the most valuable. You effortlessly slipped into the shadows, aware of him trailing close behind. Jumping out of a window, you landed gracefully on the roof, greeted by the sprawling city lights below. "Hey, wait!" he called, climbing out the window and shooting a web to pull himself up.

"Why don't you just relax for a bit? Take in the view. It's pretty nice, isn't it?" you suggested, taking a few steps back, still fixated on the illuminated skyline.

"Um, yeah, it is." He said, slowly walking towards you.

"Just look at all those buildings. So shiny. So tall," you remarked, gazing at the New York view. "Too bad they're probably full of assholes."

He was unsure how to respond, choosing silence over an awkward reply.

Turning your attention back to him, you teased, "So, are you an asshole, Spidey?"

"What? No! I'm not an asshole.”

"Well, that's good to know," you remarked with a mischievous grin. Without missing a beat, you began sprinting towards the edge. Just before leaping off, you playfully left him with, "See you later."

He swiftly shot a web in an attempt to catch you, successfully snaring your arm. "I can't let you get away."

"You could if you tried," you teased, smirking, "But I suppose I can't blame you for having an unrequited crush on me."

"A crush? What the- I'm not- that's not-."

"How cute." Without hesitation, you jumped off, clutching the stolen painting, and landed gracefully on a lower building.

He swung after you, a mix of frustration and determination etched on his face. "Hey, wait a second!" he exclaimed. "That's not fair!"

"It is," you replied, looking up at him. "You should have expected that, considering we've known each other for a while now."

"Yeah, well, you should expect that I'll come after you."

"That's what make this fun." You laughed, before running into the alley and disappearing into the darkness. The two of you continued chasing each other, and you were enjoying every minute of it. You had never been caught, and you were glad that you finally had a worthy opponent.

You soon realized you were heading towards the water. You jumped off the pier, and landed on a boat. You then quickly hid behind the wheelhouse. He couldn't find you, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. You heard him climbing on top of the roof, and you held your breath.

He was close, but you knew he wouldn't see you. You knew this, because you had done this many times before. You were an expert at this.

"Dammit!" he yelled, a clear sign of frustration. "Not again! Where'd she go? Why do I even bother?"

You had to hold back your laughter, as he continued looking for you.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, sorry for calling you late at night." You could hear Spider-Man talking on his communicator. He was talking to Iron Man. You had heard about him before, but you had never met him.

"Do you know what time it is? You should be in bed," Tony scolded, his voice coming through the communication device.

"Yeah, well..." Spider-Man sighed.

"Don't tell me you're chasing that Black Cat again?" Tony guessed, cutting straight to the point.

You couldn't help but smirk at the mention of your name. 'Oh, so you've been filling him in on our little game. How cute.’

He hesitated before responding, "Maybe? She-"

Tony swiftly cut him off, his tone firm. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop chasing after her?"

"I know Mr. Stark, but she-"

"But nothing. She's not someone you should be chasing after," Tony stated, not allowing any objections. "She's not your concern, Peter. Now go home."

'His name is Peter huh.' You were a bit disappointed to learned his name, you were enjoying not knowing his identity, it made everything more exciting.

Peter sighed. "You don't understand, Mr. Stark. The Black Cat, someone has to stop her.”

"And that someone is not you. You've got better things to worry about. No need to worry about low level criminals. Leave that to the police. It's not your job to worry about that."

'Low level? Oh, you wish.' You couldn't believe your ears. Did Tony Stark just call you a low level criminal? 'Ooh, you're going to regret saying that.'

"Mr. Stark, she's dangerous," Peter said, as if trying to convince Tony of the dangers you posed.

"No, she's not. She's just some chick who's into cat burglary. Leave her to the cops.”

"But-“ Peter whined.

"What did I say? I don’t want to hear another words from your mouth." Tony's tone was serious, "Go home. Don't make me get the suit."

He sighed, "Yes sir."

You had to keep yourself from laughing.

"Good. Goodnight kid." Tony ended the call.

"Night." He mumbled.

You waited until he was out of earshot, before you stepped out of the wheelhouse. What Tony just said about you hurt your pride, it was like he didn't consider you a threat. As if you weren't worth the attention. Well, now he was going to get your attention. And you were going to make him regret those words.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to pay him a visit."

You had spent 3 weeks staking out the Avengers Tower. You knew the building had advanced security systems, so you had to be extra careful. The plan was simple. You would steal something to get Tony's attention and proved him wrong. Then, you'd make sure he would notice. After all, you weren't some low level criminal.

"I got this." You said, as you took out a device, which you invented, and attached it to the wall. You activated it, and watched as a hologram appeared. It was a map of the building, showing all the rooms, and where the security cameras were.

You were surprised by how easy it was, and you began to wonder if they knew that you were coming. "Okay, the camera's will be off for a minute." You said, as you climbed into the open window. You made sure to stay close to the wall, so you wouldn't be seen.

You were wearing all black, and had a mask over your face. You also had gloves on, so you wouldn't leave any prints. The hallway was quiet, and empty. It seemed like everyone was either asleep or gone. You could hear voices coming from a room down the hall.

You stopped when you reached the end of the hallway. You heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, and saw a vent above you. You took out a device that would give you a boost, and used it. You jumped into the vent, and quickly covered the hole with a metal cover.

"Okay, now what?" You asked yourself. You crawled through the vent, and kept an eye out for anything. You soon found that looked like a lab, and it was filled with computers, and other strange gadgets.

"This looks like it's the right place." You said. "Now, to get to work."

Before you could make a move, a man entered the room, catching your attention. Long hair cascaded down his back, metal arm on his left side. You didn't know who this man was, but there was something about him, that made your heart race.

The man had his back turned to you, and he didn't seem to notice you. He sat down at a computer and started typing. He looked so hot sitting there, with his hair pushed back, and his muscles flexing as he typed.

You wanted to know what he was working on, so you crawled quietly to the next vent. This one was right above his head, and you could see the screen clearly. It was an algorithm to track a specific energy signature.

'Hmm, interesting.' You thought. You were tempted to steal the drive, but you decided not to. It would have been a shame if it went missing. 'Maybe later.' You thought.

Immersed in your observation, a voice abruptly shattered the silence. "Bucky?" a voice questioned, causing both you and the man, apparently named Bucky, to startle.

"Nat?" he responded. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on you," Nat said with genuine concern. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," Bucky replied without meeting her eyes, his focus resolutely fixed on the computer. "I'm working on something."

“Are you still trying to figure out where that energy signature was coming from?"

"Yeah." Bucky responded curtly.

"But, it's late, and I think you need to relax."

"I don’t need to relax. I need to find that energy signature." Bucky snapped.

"Bucky, you have all been working non-stop." Nat pointed out. "Me, Steve, and the others are having drinks at the bar, why don't you come and join us."

"No."

"Come on, it'll be fun. We can get a drink, dance, and just have a good time."

"I don't have time to have fun, I need to focus." Bucky growled.

Nat approached him, "Taking a break doesn't mean losing focus, Bucky. Sometimes, stepping away for a while can give you a fresh perspective."

Bucky shot her a skeptical glance. "I don't see how a night out will help me find this signature."

"You might be surprised," she quipped, a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, we all could use a break, especially you. Come on. Work can wait, it's not going anywhere."

Finally, with a resigned sigh, he relented, "Fine."

Observing the scene unfold, you couldn't help but be intrigued by Natasha's persistence. A twinge of annoyance crept in, surprising you with its intensity.

"Alright, let's go," Nat declared, seizing Bucky's hand and pulling him out of his seat.

As they exited the room, an unwelcome sense of jealousy tinged your thoughts. 'What's wrong with me? Why do I care if he joins the party or not?' you questioned, puzzled by the unexpected surge of emotions. 'I don't even know them.'

You watched them walk out of the room. As you watched him leave the room, you thought about how hot he looked, and how much you wished you were at that party with him. But you had better things to do, and you couldn't afford to be distracted by a pretty face.

You waited until they left, and then crawled out of the vent. You took a few minutes to look around the lab. It was pretty standard and had everything a lab needed. But you couldn't find anything worth stealing, which was a disappointment.

You were about to leave, when something caught your eye. It was a small metal box, with lock on it. You figured there must be something important in there. Maybe you could find some new tech to play with.

'Oh this look important.' You thought. You walked over to picked it up. It was surprisingly light, and it had a small keyhole on the side. 'Damn it. I guess I'll have to pick the lock.'

You were good at picking locks, but it was time consuming, and you were on a time limit. You carried the case to a table, and placed it down. You were about to pick the lock, when you heard footsteps approaching. You quickly moved to the nearest vent, and slipped inside. You held your breath, as the footsteps got closer.

"You forgot something, Barnes?" A male voice asked

Curiosity getting the better of you, you edged closer to the vent, peering through to identify the individuals. You also didn’t recognize him.

"Yeah, the case," Bucky replied, lifting it from the table. "Why is it on here? I didn’t put it on the table.”

He seemed skeptical, throwing Bucky a knowing look. "You sure about that?" he asked.

"Positive. I wouldn't put it here. I wouldn't risk someone stealing it," Bucky asserted, his tone resolute.

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, giving him a knowing look.

"Positive. I wouldn't put it here. I wouldn't risk someone stealing it."

Sam chuckled. "Okay first of all, who in their right mind will steal from the avengers? Second of all, you're forgetting that you are in the Avengers Tower and not in the woods somewhere."

The irony of Sam's remark didn't escape you. Bucky did give off “live-in-the-woods” vibe, and you suppressed a laugh at the mental image.

"It's a possibility, Sam," Bucky insisted.

"Yeah, and I have a chance of getting a million dollars and marrying Beyonce." Sam retorded with a grin on his face.

"What's that got to do with this?" Bucky asked.

"Nothing, just making a point." Sam said.

"And the point is?"

"That you're overreacting." Sam playfully smacked Bucky's shoulder. "Chill out, man. You'll give yourself an aneurysm."

"Shut up."

Sam laughed, unfazed. "Whatever you say, Grumpy. Now drop the case and let's get going."

"You're an idiot." Despite the protest, Bucky complied, dropping the case just as Sam suggested. A triumphant smile crossed your face—your plan was back on track.

Sam shrugged, maintaining his easygoing demeanor. "At least I'm a happy idiot."

Rolling his eyes, Bucky turned around, making his way towards the door. Sam smirked and, after a quick glance around, strolled out. "Hey, maybe we'll find you a date!"

"Sam, for the last time, I don't need a date."

"You're going to die alone."

"No I won't, because I won't be dying."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants."

"Stop calling me that." Bucky shot back, feigning annoyance.

You waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone, before crawling out of the vent. A sly smile played on your lips as you cradled the case in your hands. "Oh, Sam, you really are an idiot."

You put the case into your bag before walking out of the lab, and into the hallway. You knew there were cameras, but you had disabled them before entering the room. No one would know you were there. You exited as you came in. You had made sure the coast was clear, and you climbed down the side of the building. You landed softly on the ground, and placed the case in your backpack.

"Well, that was easy." You said.

You started walking home, and you couldn't stop thinking about Bucky. You wanted to see him again. Maybe next time, you could stay longer.

You entered your apartment, and locked the door behind you. You went to took off your bra as you went to the kitchen, and made yourself a cup of tea. You sat on the couch, and grabbed the briefcase you stole earlier.

"Let's see what you have in store for me." You said.

You carefully removed the lid, and peered inside. You saw a metal and picked it up. You could feel the weight, and the cold metal. "Is this the famous vibranium?" You went to examine to confirm, and yes it was vibranium. "Damn, this is going to fetch a nice price."

You examined the rest of the case, but it was mostly just papers and pictures. You closed the case, and placed it on the table. You leaned back, and sipped your tea. You finished your tea, and went to take a shower. You cleaned yourself and changed into a fresh set of pajamas.

The realization dawned on you that the Avengers were likely aware of the missing case by now. It was all part of the thrilling game you reveled in. Your mind danced with curiosity about their reactions—shock, anger, confusion? A mischievous smile adorned your face. "This is going to be fun."

Before your departure, you had strategically placed cameras and bugs in the vent to capture their reactions. You powered up the laptop, switching to the hidden camera feed. Lying down on the couch, you patiently waited.

Soon enough, Tony and Bucky appeared on the screen, frantically searching for the missing case. The heated exchange caught your attention. "What the hell are you talking about!? How did it happen? Who did it?" Tony yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

"If I had a clue, we wouldn't be tearing this place apart, would we?" Bucky retorted angrily.

"Gosh, you look so hot right now," you couldn't help but quip with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of watching Bucky riled up in the chaos you had orchestrated.

"Where did you last see it?"

"Right here! On the table, but it's not there now!" Bucky snapped.

Tony continued paced around, his arms flailing as he continued to express his incredulity. "This doesn't make any sense! We have state-of-the-art security, and someone waltzes in and takes the vibranium right under our noses? How is that even possible?" Tony shot him an accusatory look.

Bucky, on the other hand, leaned against a table, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “What are you implying?” His steely gaze bore into Tony, his voice laced with irritation. "You think I had something to do with this, Stark?"

"I'm not saying you did, but it's awfully convenient that you were the last one with the case."

Bucky pushed off the table, walking closer to Tony, a scowl on his face. "Yeah, and I have no idea where it is. So what does that tell you, Stark?"

You watched with an amused smile. "It's like watching a soap opera, but better"

Tony sighed, his expression softening. "We have to find it. And fast."

"You think I don't know that, Stark? You think I wanted this to happen?" Bucky snapped back, his frustration evident. "Maybe if you spent less time throwing parties and more time on security, we wouldn't be in this mess,"

"Let's just stop yelling at each other and figure this out. The longer it takes us, the worse the situation gets." Tony urged, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room.

The two of them sat down on the couch, their heads together in a serious discussion. Tony pinched his bridge nose, "Friday, do a full scan of the building and search every corner. I want to see everything, and I want to see it now! Also, gather everyone immediately.” Tony commanded.

"Yes, sir," responded Friday. "This person is highly skilled, sir. They managed to bypass our security system and erase all camera footage from the lab, even the security tapes. Let me go through all the security feeds. This may take a moment."

As you watched the drama unfold on the laptop screen, you couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The thrill of outsmarting the mighty Avengers fueled your excitement. "I wonder how long it will take them to figure this out," you mused to yourself, reclining comfortably on the couch.

Interrupting the tense atmosphere, "I could only manage to acquire this footage," Friday announced, and a holographic screen materialized. Both Tony and Bucky fixed their gaze on the video as it played. The stolen vibranium case was clearly visible, andthen you made your dramatic appearance, crawling out of the vent.

Tony, with a grim expression, paused the video and zoomed in on your image. He rewound and replayed the footage several times. "Shit. That's Black Cat," Tony groaned, his frustration evident. "This isn't good."

You couldn't resist a triumphant smirk, knowing you had successfully elevated your status from a low-level criminal to a formidable adversary in their eyes. "Not feeling like such a low-level threat now, huh?" you remarked casually as you heated some food in the microwave.

As Natasha and the others entered the room, you clapped your hands together with a mischievous grin. "Now, let’s get this party started!"

Natasha furrowed her brow, immediately getting to the point. "What's going on here?"

Tony pointed at the empty space where the vibranium case had been. "Someone stole the vibranium.”

Clint, the archer, chimed in, "How did that happen? And who stole it?"

Bucky, looking visibly frustrated, answered, "Black Cat apparently."

Clueless, Sam blurted out, "A cat? What do you mean? How could a cat steal a case that big?"

Your laughter bubbled up—it was both hilarious and a tad sad to witness the confusion.

Bucky snapped, "Not a literal cat, you idiot. Black Cat is her alias. She's a thief, and she's a damn good one." His frustration flared as he continued, "This wouldn’t have happened if you two didn’t force me to go to the party I didn't even want to attend in the first place. But no. You forced me, and look where it got us." Bucky's voice resonated with irritation and anger.

"Bucky calm down." Steve tried to calm him down, "We didn't know this was going to happen."

"Calm down!? Stevie, you are telling me to fucking calm down? Somebody stole our vibranium, and we don't know where it is or what they want with it. We don't know if they're planning on using it or not."

"We'll get it back. I promise."

Your laughter echoed in the background, knowing they were in for a surprise. Their confidence amused you, and you couldn't wait to witness their reactions.

"And how the hell are we going to do that!? We have no clue who she is or what she look like. We don't even know where she’s located."

"Actually someone might." Tony said.

"Who?"

“Peter.”

The room fell into a momentary hush as they processed Tony's revelation.

"How the heck would that kid know anything about this?" Sam questioned, his skepticism evident in his tone.

Tony leaned against a table, folding his arms. "Let's just say he and Black Cat go way back."

You chuckled, "little spidey is in it for the action, huh?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "And why haven't we known anything about her until now?"

"Because I thought she wouldn't be a problem, I never expected this." Tony admitted.

"Well, that was dumb," Natasha remarked bluntly, not one to mince words.

"Yeah, thanks," Tony replied, a hint of sarcasm coloring his tone as he met Natasha's direct gaze.

“That's what you get when you underestimate me, Stark,” you said as you casually chewed your food.

"Mr. Parker is on the way up sir." Friday announced, you kinda didn’t want to see his face but you couldn’t help it but find out this way.

You weren't exactly excited to see spiderman's identity, you were enjoying about not knowing who he was, but now that the cat was out of the bag, you were going to find out.

The elevator doors opened and out came a short brunette boy.

"Who would've guessed." you said to yourself. You had thought that underneath that mask he was some badass who was super cocky and was a complete player, but no, he was just some nerdy, cute boy.

"Um Mr. Stark what's going on?" He looked at all the avengers gathered in the room, confused by the unusual meeting. "Why is everyone here? Is something wrong? Am i in trouble? I swear i didn't do anything bad! I was studying when Friday called me and-"

Tony interrupted him, "Hey relax kid. You aren't in trouble, but we are. And we need your help."

"Really?" Peter was surprised, he didn't think he would ever have the opportunity to assist the Avengers, and yet here he was, about to do exactly that.

"Yes. Tell us all you know about your little friend, black cat."

"What? Why do you want to know about her?"

"Well, we have a problem with her. She stole a case full of vibranium."

Peter's eyes widened, and he practically jumped out of his seat. "I knew it! I knew she was gonna do something like this! See, I told you, Mr. Stark, she's trouble! Oh my god, this is crazy. I can't believe this is happening. I told you we should catch her, she—"

Tony raised his hand, cutting off Peter's rapid-fire commentary. "Alright, calm down. We are going to." Peter blushed, his cheeks flushing red, embarrassed by his own outburst. “So, what do you know about her?"

"Nothing. Just what you already know. She is highly intelligent, resourceful, and adaptive. She uses high-tech gadgets to assist her in her crimes, and she has an arsenal of advanced weaponry, including shock nets and explosive collars."

"So we are dealing with a supervillain?" Clint asked.

"No. She doesn't have any superpowers, at least none that I know of. She's just an average human."

"Anything else?"

Peter scratched his head, racking his brain for additional information. "Not that I know of. When we met, we fought, and she escaped. It happened a few times. She's very skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She has a sharp tongue, and she's also very witty. She always disappeared, and I couldn't track her down."

"Do you know how to contact her? Or where she could be right now?" Bucky asked.

"Contact her? Well, she's not exactly on speed dial," Peter replied, furrowing his brows. "And as for where she might be... your guess is as good as mine."

Steve crossed his arms. "We need more information. If she's been elusive so far, there's got to be something we're missing. Any patterns in her heists or specific targets?"

Peter rubbed his temples, racking his brain. "Not that I've noticed. It's like she picks targets randomly. High-value items, but no discernible pattern."

Your grin turned into a full-fledged smile. "Oh, darling, if only they knew."

"Perhaps we need to bait her," Natasha suggested, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Set up a tempting target and see if she takes the bait."

Peter frowned, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "It's risky. She's unpredictable."

Unbeknownst to the team, you chuckled to yourself. 'Unpredictable is my middle name.'

"Alright any details that you want to add?” Steve asked him.

Peter shook his head, "No, that’s all I know."

Tony dismissed Peter with a wave, "Thanks for sharing. Now, you can go home. I'm sure your aunt is waiting for you.”

Peter, confused, interjected, "Wait, what? I thought you said we are going to catch her."

Tony clarified, "Yes, what I meant is the adult. Now go home, kid. It’s getting late."

"But Mr. Stark I'm an adult! I'm 18!" Peter protested.

"You are hardly an adult. You still live with your aunt and go to school. That's not an adult. Now go home. We'll let you know if we need your help."

"Come on Mr. Stark please. You are always talking about how great it is to have me on the team and how I'm a great asset, and how I can do a lot of good. Well this is the perfect opportunity. I can be a huge help in catching her." Peter pleaded, his earnestness evident in his wide-eyed gaze.

You smirked hearing his request, "Little spidey wants to play huh."

Tony sighed, contemplating the Peter's request. "Look, kid, this isn't a game. It's dangerous, and you're still learning the ropes."

"But I can handle it! Please let me prove myself.”

Tony crossed his arms, considering the proposal. "Fine, you can go after her.”

Ecstatic, Peter beamed, "Thank you, Mr. Stark! You won't regret it, I promise!" His enthusiasm was palpable, and you couldn't help but smile at his excitement.

However, Tony added a condition, "But in one condition. Someone needs to accompany you."

Peter protested, "What? Wait, Mr. Stark, you know I can just go on my own, right?"

"That's exactly why I'm sending a babysitter with you," Tony retorted. "Considering your track record, I can't risk you turning this into a solo escapade and ending up as a headline in the Daily Bugle."

Before Peter could voice further objections, Tony shifted his attention to the assembled team. "So, any ideas?"

Bucky chimed in, "Maybe we can comb through her previous crime scenes, see if we can unearth anything useful."

"Good idea," Tony acknowledged.

Natasha added, "I'll see what I can dig up."

"Great. Now let's get to work."

As the team started to disperse, heading towards their respective tasks, you couldn't help but grin, “Showtime.”

You knew that the Avengers were actively trying to find you after your last heist, stealing their vibranium was definitely not what they were expecting. You were pretty proud of that achievement, however, you knew that the Avengers would come for you, and that meant you couldn't risk being out and about yet, no matter how much you wanted to go on your little heists, you missed the thrill. You were in hiding, waiting for the buzz to die down and then you could resume your usual schedule.

You had nothing better to do beside plan your next heist, which you'd already done. So, you spent most of your time watching the Avengers from your little cam, seeing what their plans were. But not until Bucky found out about the camera and bugs you had planted.

You were currently on the run, making sure you stayed off the grid. It was hard to be on the run, not when the Avengers were on your ass, and you were getting bored. You had to get back into the swing of things. It was risky, and dangerous, but you couldn't help it. You craved the adrenaline, the excitement, and you missed the chase, not that the Winter Soldier didn't chase you. You knew the moment he found you, the others wouldn't be too far behind.

Not long after that, Bucky keenly aware of your surveillance, confronted you through the camera feed. His intense blue eyes pierced through the lens, and a self-assured smirk played on his lips. "I know you're watching. You think I won’t find out?" he taunted. "You might as well show yourself, sweetheart. We both know I'm going to find you one way or another."

You smirked back at the camera, a shiver running down your spine as his voice resonated through your entire body. You knew he was right. If there was one person who would find you, it would be him, but you were not one to make it easy for him. You'd give them a little bit of a challenge, even though it would ultimately fail, it was still fun.

Bucky then started to walk towards the camera, “I'll find you." You could feel his words reverberate through you, his gaze penetrating, and you almost felt like he could see right through you. Your heart started racing as you imagined him coming after you, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been.

He moved closer, and closer, and closer, and then his hand reached out towards the camera.

You held your breath.

The picture went black.

You rolled your eyes and shut off the screen. He was not wrong. You'd been playing this game of cat and mouse for months, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you just the slightest bit curious.

What would it feel like to kiss the Winter Soldier? Or to feel his metal hand around your throat as he fucked you? You'd been lusting over him for a while now, but you knew the moment you met him it was a bad idea, not to mention that the Avengers were out to catch you. However, the thrill of possibly being caught was enough to keep you going.

You groaned and tried to get rid of those thoughts. This wasn't the time to fantasize about your enemy. No, you needed to focus on planning your next move. And what a perfect move it would be.

The Avengers were gearing up to attend an event hosted by a high-ranking political official. They would have all the security they needed, and a lot of their attention would be on the guests. A perfect opportunity for you to steal the artifact that arrived from Russia last week.

You had already made contact with a buyer, and they were very eager to get their hands on the object. All you had to do was get past the guards and the security systems. It would be easy since the avengers and cops would be preoccupied.

It was going to be the heist of the century.

The night of the heist was here. The sun was setting, and you could feel the excitement building inside you. This was your night, and you were going to make sure it was a success. You had spent the last few weeks scouting the area, planning every move meticulously. You knew exactly where you needed to be, and how long it would take you to get there.

You had everything you needed, and now all that was left was to wait. You took a deep breath and looked out the window. The city was quiet, a calm before the storm. You could feel the anticipation, the excitement, the tension in the air. It was going to be a night to remember.

You smiled to yourself, unable to contain your giddiness. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, and you couldn't believe it was finally here. You walked over to the door and placed your hand on the handle.

You opened the door and stepped outside. The cool air hit your face, and you breathed in deeply, savoring the feeling. After staying quiet for awhile, finally you were back in your element. You moved silently through the shadows, your steps barely making a sound. You were a ghost, invisible to the world.

The museum was within sight, and you could see the guards standing guard. They were expecting you, but they had no idea what was about to happen. Your smile grew wider, and you quickened your pace. You reached the perimeter fence and quickly scaled it, dropping down on the other side.

You were in.

You made your way towards the entrance, keeping your head down and sticking to the shadows. The guards didn't notice you, and you slipped past them without a sound. You were inside. Now all you had to do was find the artifact and get out before anyone noticed you.

You moved quickly through the halls, searching for the artifact. You reached the room where the artifact was being displayed, and you could see it sitting in its case, protected by an impenetrable glass.

You had done this many times before, this was your forte. You pulled out your equipment, and with a few quick movements, you had the glass open and the artifact in your hands. You couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph as you held it in your grasp. You had done it.

As you quickly put the artifact in your bag, a sudden interruption jolted your attention – a web shooting through the air. Turning, you found Spider-Man, his presence not entirely unexpected. A smirk adorned your face as you teased, "Hey, Spidey. Miss me?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shot another web at you, trying to capture your hands. You ducked and avoided it, the grin never leaving your face. You had expected him to come after you. “We need to talk.”

"About what?" you countered innocently.

"This whole thing."

"What whole thing?" You asked, playing dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I really don't. Maybe you should elaborate."

"The way we keep running into each other, the way you always seem to slip through my fingers. I'm starting to think you're enjoying this."

"Well, it's hard not to when you look so good in that suit," you smirked.

"Is that all this is to you? A game?"

"Isn't that what it is?"

"I'm trying to stop you."

You chuckled, reveling in the cat-and-mouse dynamic between you two. "Oh, Spidey, you're adorable when you play the hero. But deep down, we both know you enjoy the chase as much as I do."

Spider-Man sighed beneath his mask, the frustration evident even without the facial expressions. “You're stealing valuable artifacts and vibranium from us. You are causing chaos. I can't let you continue."

Your smirk betrayed a hint of mischief, but you were running out of time. Your current heist had attracted more attention than anticipated, and your mysterious buyers were becoming increasingly impatient. With the Avengers hot on your trail, escaping quickly became a priority.

"As much as I'd love to continue our little chat..." With a swift motion, you tossed an EMP, electrocuting Spider-Man and causing a temporary distraction. "...I'm afraid duty calls."

Peter lay on the ground, momentarily paralyzed by the electric shock. "You won't be..." he groaned, "...getting away this time..."

"You might want to save your energy, Spidey," you said as you walked past him before you ran toward the exit. You ran off, heading towards the exit.

You were almost there when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, and your eyes widened as you saw someone standing there in front of you, towering you with his height.

His gun pointed at you, his metal arm reflecting the light from the lamp. His dark brown hair was messy, like he had just rolled out of bed, and his blue eyes were narrowed, staring you down.

Bucky.

You loved that look.

"Looks like someone in a hurry.” He asked.

You smiled. "Just excited to get home."

"I bet." He took a step closer, and you could feel your heart rate quickening. His proximity was making you nervous. "Hands up, Y/N.”

“Oh, you know my name," you purred, your heart beating faster, the adrenaline rushing through your veins. "I'm so flattered."

"You should be," he growled, stalking towards you. "Because I've been thinking and looking about you a lot."

"Oh, really?" You licked your lips. "I can't say I'm surprised."

"No, you're not." His blue eyes were staring at you, his gaze piercing through your soul. "Now, why don't you tell me what's in the bag?"

"It's not your concern, Bucky," you replied.

"I beg to differ." He cocked his gun, and it clicked as he pulled the trigger. "Now, tell me."

"If I tell you, would you drop the gun?"

He shook his head. "I won't shoot unless I have to, but I can't promise anything else."

You knew you couldn't beat him not with his reflexes. The only way out was to use the element of surprise. You were about to make a move, "Don't even try, Y/N." He warned. "Hands up now."

You decided to play along, and you dropped your bag and raised your hands above your heads. He walked up to you, grabbed the bag. He didn't check the contents, just kept the gun pointed at you. "You're coming with me."

"And what if I don't?" You challenged him.

"Then I'll make you," he growled. "Now, turn around, hands behind your back."

You obeyed, and he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes. "Oooh, kinky," you said, biting your lip. "You should take me to dinner first."

He was still quiet and shook his head, locking the cuffs around your wrists, pressing his fingers against your pulse, feeling how fast your heart was beating. "That can be arranged," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, be a good girl and walk."

Your heart skipped a beat as he led you towards the elevator, his grip on your arm firm and unyielding. "Don't try to do anything stupid," he said, his voice low. "You'll regret it."

Peering up at him, you met his intense gaze with determination. "Giving up isn’t my style," you retorted, a hint of defiance in your tone. "I'll find a way out sooner than you think."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he chuckled, a deep resonance that seemed to linger in the air. "But hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, you're not going anywhere. I'm not letting you go."

You laughed, the sound echoing through the museum. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," you said, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"We'll see about that."

As the elevator doors closed, Bucky pressed the button for the main floor. Silence enveloped you both, your body subtly pressed against his. A coy smile played on your lips as you broke the quiet. "You know, you're a terrible babysitter."

"What?" Bucky turned his gaze to you.

"Little spidey was still upstairs," you replied, a smug smile forming on your lips. "I tucked him into his little nap."

Bucky casually shrugged, "He's a big boy, he can handle it."

"I don't know, he looked really tired," you said, "Maybe you should check on him."

"I'm a bit preoccupied right now," he replied.

"You should hurry then," you insisted, "Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the dear Spidey."

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on your arm.

"What's the matter, Bucky?" you whispered, your voice dripping with taunt. "Are you concerned about little Spidey?"

"Watch it, Y/N," he growled, a low warning in his tone. "I can always toss you in a cell, give you a nice, hard time."

"I didn't expect you to be into that kind of thing," you quipped, a playful glint in your eye. His stern expression softened for a moment, caught off guard by your cheeky remark.

He sighed, his jaw clenched. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" you asked innocently, cocking your head to the side. "Adorable and sexy?"

"Insufferable and cocky," he grumbled, glancing away as if trying to resist the charm you exuded.

"Well, it takes one to know one," you said, your laughter echoing in the confined space. He shook his head in mild disbelief, unable to completely conceal the hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.

The elevator doors opened, revealing the lobby surprisingly empty. You were half-expecting the entire Avengers team to be waiting for you. Bucky wasted no time, his grip firm on your arm, as he pulled you out and strode purposefully toward the exit.

The cool night air wrapping around you. You could hear the sounds of traffic and sirens in the distance, the city alive and vibrant. "Are we taking a walk?," you asked. "It's a bit cold for that."

"Don't worry," he said, his fingers brushing against the pulse point in your wrist, sending a shiver down your spine. "We're going to warm you up."

He led you down the sidewalk, the streetlights casting shadows on the buildings. You could see his car waiting in the distance, and you wondered where he was taking you. "Where are we going?" you asked, looking up at him.

"Back to the tower," he replied, his voice low. "We need to get some answers from you."

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you teased, "I thought I was going to a cell.”

"No," he clarified, shaking his head. "I have something else in mind."

A playful smile graced your lips as you bit down on the inside of your cheek. "Whatever could it be?" you teased.

"You'll see," he muttered, opening the passenger door of his car.

"How gentlemanly of you," you remarked with a smirk.

He helped you in the car, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat in the backseat, your wrists still handcuffed, his scent invading your senses.

You tried to think how could you get out of the cuffs without his notice, but he was too attentive, his eyes constantly watching you. You decided to distract him by bombarding him with lots of questions, "How long have you known my name?," you asked.

His gaze shifting to yours. "A few weeks," he replied. "It's been a while."

Your lips curled into a sly smirk. "So, you've been keeping tabs on me, huh?"

Bucky's response was measured. "You could say that."

Grinning, you playfully added, "I'm flattered."

He shot you a sidelong glance, his eyes taking on a dark and intense edge. "Don't be."

Amused, you let out a throaty chuckle. "Why not?" you prodded.

"It wasn't for a good reason," he replied.

Casually, you dismissed the seriousness of the situation. "I don't care about that," you teased, your voice laced with playful indifference. "It's nice to know someone has been thinking of me."

A snort escaped him, and he responded, "It wasn't like that."

Feigning innocence, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you didn't want to have me all for yourself?" His silence fueled your amusement, prompting you to continue, "I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of all this?" With a playful gesture, you emphasized the cuffed wrists.

“You’re crediting yourself a little bit too much, sweetheart.” His response was cool and collected as he turned his gaze towards you, conveying a sense of unreadable determination. "When I have the time, we're going to have a nice, long conversation."

Leaning forward, you kept the playful tone. "I'd like that," you whispered. "But first, let's play a game."

"We're not playing games," he asserted, his tone firm.

"Afraid you'll lose?" you teased, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

"Hardly," he replied, a smirk gracing his lips. "I'm just not interested in a game where I'm the only player."

"Oh, there will be other players," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. "In fact, they're right behind us."

He glanced in the rearview mirror, and his eyes widened as he saw the cars following him, their lights flashing. "What the hell," he muttered, his grip on the wheel tightening as the unexpected turn of events unfolded.

"Looks like we have company," you said, a smug smile on your lips. "And they don't look very happy."

The pursuing cars closed in, their headlights casting an eerie glow on the darkened streets. Bucky's jaw tightened as he navigated the car through the winding roads, trying to shake off the relentless pursuit. "Who the hell are they?" he growled, his eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror.

"Oh, I don't know. I didn't invite them." You leaned back in your seat, feigning innocence.

Bucky shot you a skeptical glance through the mirror, you raised your eyebrow, “What?” His gaze was dangerous, “You know I’m not the only one who fancy art in this city.”

Bucky grunted in frustration, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the road ahead. "How many are there?" he asked, his voice rising. His foot pressing the gas even harder.

"Ten," you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Give or take."

He swore under his breath, the pursuing cars drawing dangerously close, their engines roaring like a pack of hungry wolves. "Shit," he exclaimed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I'm going to lose them."

You shook your head. "No, you're not."

A feral determination flashed in Bucky's eyes. "How do you know that?" he snapped, his gaze shifting from the road to the rearview mirror.

"It won't work," you said, shaking your head knowingly. "There are too many of them."

"I'll find a way," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

As the tension in the car escalated, you couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of the chase, reveling in the chaos you had sown. "You know, Bucky, this is much more exhilarating than a quiet night at the museum."

“Can you just shut up for a moment?” he grumbled, a vein pulsating in his forehead.

“I can if you give me the key to the handcuffs," you suggested playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I could be of assistance, you know."

"Not a chance, sweetheart," he replied, his grip firm on the wheel as he executed a sharp turn.

"Come on, it's not like I can go anywhere." You raised your hands, the cuffs clinking against each other, a subtle jingle amidst the chaos. "But a little cooperation could benefit us both."

He didn’t answer you.

The car lurched forward as he swerved around a corner, the wheels squealing. "Nice driving," you said, leaning back against the seat. "But you're not getting rid of them."

"What are they after?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.

"So," you said, smirking, "My little guess is they want what I have."

"What the hell do you have that they want?" Bucky asked, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his gaze unwavering on the road.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," you said, smiling.

Bucky shot you a disapproving look. "This isn't a game, Y/N."

"Oh, but it is," you countered, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Life's just one big game, and we're all players, aren't we?

He turned and glared at you. "Not now," he said, his voice sharp and edged.

"Always," you said, your tone matching his.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Bucky grumbled, his eyes never leaving the road. The gravity of the situation was evident in the tightness of his jaw and the firm grip on the steering wheel.

"Guilty as charged," you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "But hey, it's not every day you get to be part of a high-speed chase with the infamous Winter Soldier."

He shot you a stern look, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern. "This is serious, Y/N. Just fucking tell me," he said, his knuckles white.

"Sure," you praised with a grin. "But after we address the elephant in the room?" You jingled the handcuffs for emphasis.

Bucky sighed, realizing he couldn't ignore the issue any longer. "Fine. But no funny business." He threw you the key, the metal flying through the air.

You leaned forward, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "Can't make any promises, handsome," you said, catching the key.

As the cuffs fell away, you rubbed your wrists. "Freedom suits me," you remarked, stretching your arms for emphasis, a playful glint still present in your eyes.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's in the bag?"

"About the bag," you continued, eyeing the bag in the back seat. "Inside is an ancient artifact, said to be forged by the gods themselves."

"And you decided to steal it because?"

"What if I told you I had a good reason for what I do? A cause worth fighting for?"

He let out a harsh laugh. "I find it hard to believe you're some kind of modern-day Robin Hood."

"You may change your mind," you said, a smirk spreading across your face.

The car swerved sharply, the tires screeching, as he pulled onto a side road. The situation escalated as the pursuing cars began firing shots. The urgency in the air became palpable, and you knew you had to act quickly. "Now give me a gun so I can help you lose them," you insisted.

He laughed, a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You think I'm stupid?"

"Not stupid, just stubborn." You jumped into the front passenger seat. You opened the glove compartment, a gun sitting inside. "There we go," you said, pulling it out and loading it.

He glanced over at you, his eyes widening. "How did you know that was there?" he asked.

You grinned, the metal of the gun cool against your fingers. "A lady never tells her secrets."

You started shooting, the glass of the back window shattering, the men yelling in the car behind. "I'll cover you," you said, "Take the next turn."

He nodded, his foot pressing the gas pedal even harder. The car roared, speeding down the street, the other cars following close behind. You could see the turn ahead, the lights bright and blinding. He took the turn, the tires squealing, the car swerving. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "Hold on," he said.

The car lurched, the metal groaning as he swerved around a corner. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the wind whipping through the shattered windows. You hit some of them but they were still too many of them.

"They're still on our tail," you said, looking over at him. “Fuck, I’m out of ammo.”

Bucky, focused on the road, swiftly tossed you his gun. "Make every bullet count."

"Got it." You fired off another round, the sound deafening.

The pursuing vehicles continued their relentless pursuit, and you knew that if you didn't act fast, the odds would be stacked against you. You fired off another round, the impact shattering a tire, the car veering off the road.

"One down," you muttered, reloading the gun.

Bucky's eyes were narrowed as he took the next corner, the car skidding.

The pursuing vehicles remained undeterred, continuing their pursuit. You gritted your teeth, frustration mounting, the sound of gunshots ringing in your ears. A series of well-placed shots managed to incapacitate three of the pursuing cars, causing a chain reaction as some collided into each other.

“Nice job, Y/N.” He complimented you, his tone laced with a hint of admiration.

The satisfaction of successfully hitting some of the pursuers was short-lived as four additional cars joined the fray.

"Shit, there's more," you said, your eyes narrowing at the sight. "Where the hell did they come from?"

"Don't worry," he said, his voice tense. "I've got a plan."

"Let's hear it." With your usual resourcefulness stretched thin, you looked to Bucky for a solution in the unfamiliar territory of a high-speed chase.

"You're not gonna like it," he said, his tone serious.

"Try me," you challenged.

He took a deep breath. "We're going to jump," he declared, his gaze unwavering on the road.

Laughter bubbled up, and you shook your head in disbelief, grappling with the audacity of the plan. "You're joking, right?" you quipped, shooting him a skeptical look.

"I wish I were," Bucky replied, a hint of grim determination in his eyes. "We need to lose them, and this is our best shot."

“Are you insane? This is the worst plan I’ve ever heard.” Your gaze flickered between Bucky and the pursuing cars, the gap narrowing with each passing second. The high-stakes nature of the situation left you with little choice. "Beside jump where? We will die if we jump right now.”

“There’s a lake ahead, we can jump into it. We will lose them that way, but it will also leave us vulnerable. It's a risk, I know."

You sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "This is beyond reckless, Bucky. What if it doesn't work? We could end up at the bottom of that lake."

He shot you a confident grin. "Trust me, Y/N. I'm good at what I do. It's the only way to shake them off our tail." His hand grabbed your hand, and his grip was firm, but not painful. "What? Scared?" He teased you, his tone playful.

"It's not fear, it's concern for our survival. Crashing into a lake at this speed sounds like a recipe for disaster."

“Come on, I thought you like the thrill. Just think of it as a leap of faith."

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Not really," Bucky said, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready to take a leap of faith with me, doll?"

“Fine, let's do it. But if I die, I'm going to haunt your ass forever," you declared, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Fair enough," Bucky replied, his smile widening.

He took a deep breath and pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring, the needle climbing towards the red zone. You watched in silence as the pursuing cars grew larger, the headlights flashing in the darkness.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable impact. The car barreled toward the edge of the cliff, the headlights illuminating the path ahead. The lake below was dark and foreboding, the water churning, the waves crashing against the shore.

As the car neared the precipice, Bucky glanced at you, "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," you responded, your voice shaky.

"Hold on tight," he instructed, his gaze fixed on the rapidly approaching edge of the cliff. The car's engine roared, and the wind rushed through the broken windows, tousling your hair.

You stole a quick glance at Bucky, his expression unreadable but resolute. "Any last words of wisdom?" you quipped, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your stomach.

"Enjoy the view," he replied, a sly grin forming. "It's about to get interesting."

As the car teetered on the brink, Bucky's foot slammed on the brakes, causing the vehicle to skid to a stop just at the edge. The abrupt halt sent you both lurching forward, hearts pounding.

He turned to you, an amused glint in his eyes. "Thought I'd give you a little scare."

"Are you serious?" you exclaimed, a mix of relief and exasperation flooding through you. "We could have died!"

Bucky chuckled, his laughter blending with the distant sounds of pursuit. "But we didn't. Sometimes a fake-out is all you need."

The sirens grew louder, and you both knew the charade couldn't last. Bucky glanced at the lake below. "Ready for the real thing?"

With a nod, you steeled yourself for the plunge. "Let's make it count."

Bucky released the brakes, and the car descended, gravity pulling it towards the dark water below. The wind rushed past your ears, the cold water engulfing you, the sound of the engine dying. For a moment, all you could see was darkness, the cold water enveloping you, the weight of the car dragging you deeper.

You fumbled with the seatbelt, the pressure of the water making every movement sluggish. Bucky's gloved hand reached over, assisting you in the frantic struggle to unfasten the restraint. Then he kicked the car's door, hastening its descent as the water rushed in. You couldn't breathe, the weight of the car and the water pressure keeping you submerged.

Amidst the chaos, Bucky signaled for you to follow him while the relentless pursuers continued to fire at the sinking car. However, your mind fixated on the artifact, you tried to reach it, you weren't going to leave it after risking so much to acquire it.

Bucky, seeing what you were trying to do, grabbed your arm silently urging you to leave the bag behind. How could you, though, after the life-threatening ordeal you'd just faced? Bucky swam towards you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you out of the car. He shook his head, signaling that there was no time for anything. You knew he was right, but the artifact was so close...

You shook your head and swam away to get the artifact, your lungs burning. You weren't going to leave without it. The car was almost completely submerged, and the gunshots from above had ceased. Bucky reached for you, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. He shook his head, but you pushed him away.

You swam towards the car, reaching for the artifact. Your fingers brushed against it, but you couldn't grab it. ‘Come on, come on.’ you thought to yourself. With a final burst of effort, you freed the bag and kicked toward the surface, the light growing brighter.

Bucky helped you up, the pair of you gasping for air. You looked at him, your heart racing, the artifact clutched in your hand. You'd done it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, the chill of the water seeping into your bones. "I'm fine," you replied, your teeth chattering in the cold. “What about you?”

"I've had worse," he replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. "We should get to the shore before they figure out we're still alive."

With the artifact clutched tightly in your hand, you swam toward the lake's edge, Bucky by your side. The pair of you trudged through the mud, the cold water weighing down your clothes. Your feet were numb, your muscles aching. You had no idea how far you'd swum, but it had felt like an eternity.

He guided you out of the water, his warmth a welcome contrast to the frigid air. Wrapped in his solid embrace, you both moved towards the side of the road, the distant sirens growing louder by the second.

"Here," he offered, extending his leather jacket to shield you from the biting cold.

"Thank you," you murmured, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"No worries," he replied, a soft smile on his face.

The pair of you were quiet for a moment, the sound of the police sirens getting closer. You knew the authorities would be looking for the crashed car, and you knew you didn't have much time.

You pulled out a syringe from your pocket and injected him with the sedative, knocking him into the ground. You looked down at him, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with confusion and betrayal. "Sorry, handsome."

Within second, he fell unconscious. You looked down at his sleeping face, your heart swelling with affection. You knew you'd never see him again, but you hoped that he'd have a long, happy life.

You gently kissed his forehead, your lips lingering for a moment. "Thank you, Bucky," you whispered. "For everything."

And with that, you disappeared into the night, the artifact in your hands, the weight of a successful mission bringing a smile to your face.

But a little part of your heart remained with him, the memory of his warmth and kindness. You knew it was foolish, but you couldn't help but wish for a different life. One where you could be with him, a normal life with a man who would cherish you and protect you.

"Maybe in another life," you sighed, and the reality of the mission set in.

You left him there, your feet carrying you to safety. You knew he'd be angry, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it. You looked around, the sounds of sirens filling the night. You slipped away, disappearing into the darkness.

To be continued....

I understand there's no smut in this part, and I've left you with a bit of a cliffhanger. Don't worry, though! I promise the next part will more than make up for it. Bucky is on his way, determined to find her. Stay tuned for the steamy sequel!

Thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed this, please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

#marvel x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x y/n

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 months

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relationship hcs ; shadow milk cookie

requested by ; anonymous (24/01/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; shadow milk cookie

outline ; “So I am a little OBSESSED in love with shadow milk

So could I get some Shadow milk relation ship hc’s?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

if there was a need to describe shadow milk cookie’s approach to your relationship, it could be done in just the one word: playful

whenever you’re stressed, he puts on elaborate productions of magic and puppetry to brighten your day and make you smile: funny voices, summoned puppets, plot lines that either touch upon your favourite tropes or make fun of the people that upset you — he never holds back with you

if you’re experiencing a low mood or crying, then he’s upping the dramatics and repeating all of your favourite puns and jokes to pull you out of it and make you laugh — he dresses like a jester all of the time, so it’s safe to say that the man doesn’t mind making a fool of himself for your sake

he’s extremely physically affectionate and can go from slow and passionate to cheeky and playful in a second — alternating between loosely wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you sit comfortably on his lap, and suddenly tightening his grip on your waist to stop you from getting away as he nips and kisses and tickles your skin until you’re laughing so hard you’re crying and clutching at your aching sides and trying desperately to squirm out of his grip

equally his kisses can be playful and cutesy or passionate and messy depending on his mood

most of the time they’re done for a sort of dramatic flair on top of his usual public displays of affection that usually get you stared at in confusion — consisting of him grabbing you by your shoulders or the side of the face before wetly kissing you on the lips or cheek whilst making a very unnecessary and over the top ‘mwah!’-esque popping sound (he may even stop at the last second and lick you instead just to make you laugh)

but there are times when that playful facade slips and his kisses become much more frantic, passionate, and hot — when the act slips and you’re left face-to-face with a more possessive, seductive, needy side of him that only comes out when he’s so desperate for your touch that he’d sooner slip into your skin with you than let you go, or when someone else has made him jealous

those kisses look a bit more like this: starting with him grabbing you by the waist or neck or sides and all but crashing your body and lips against his, alternating between biting and licking your lips until you breathlessly give in and part your lips for him, letting his hands wander just enough to send a message as you cling to him like a lifeline, and only pulling apart when you’re starting to struggle to breathe — separating by mere millimetres with a web of saliva connecting you both before he giggles, pecks your lips, and lets you go (leaving you breathless, aching, and somehow wanting for more as you watch him practically skip away to do whatever it is that he had planned)

your laughter is his absolute favourite sound in the world and he will do anything it takes to make sure that he gets to hear it for the rest of his life

he wouldn’t hesitate for a second to kill or torment someone for you if only you asked — hell, you don’t even need to ask, the second it’s clear that someone has made you upset, stressed, or uncomfortable, he’s finding their location and plotting to either take them out completely or forcibly make them a part of his act (it’s not too difficult to take control of someone, after all, and he’s certainly done worse for less… and what better cause is there for mayhem than protecting his partner’s honour and well-being?)

all of his pet names for you are as over the top and random as you would expect from someone like him, including all sorts of nicknames from inanimate objects to puns relating to your name and/or interests to random animals that remind him of you to the most disgustingly cheesy terms of endearment that he can think of, to anything in between — and he’s happy to respond to anything you choose to call him, no matter how ridiculous of a pet name it may be

he’s extremely quick to jealousy and has been known to lash out at anyone who dares to get too close to you for his comfort (unless it’s one of a few select individuals that he’s approved of being in your presence) — it’s actually the main thing you argue about when it comes to your relationship, but that’s not going to change anytime soon so you may just be better off accepting that side of him rather than trying to strong arm him into being a better person

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #crk fluff #crk x reader #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #shadow milk cookie fluff #shadow milk cookie x reader

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 11 months

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Please make more PAVITR X READER PLEASE 🥺🥺

- Angst

- Fluff

- Jealousy 😍

ANYTHING PLEASE

Six Feet's Never Felt So Far [Angst]

Summary: Pavitr is only belatedly told you were in the bus with Gayatri, but now it's too late. TW: Blood and Injury, Major Character Death, Near Death Experiences A/N: you said angst..👉👈 As usual all Hindi words and nicknames are googled, sorry if they're wrong! '^_^

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, swung to the accident spot immediately, getting to work.

A bridge connecting two cites across the ocean had collapsed in the middle and vehicles along with people were falling. Pavitr swung in saving a few civilians who fell off the railings and set them to safety. Screams get his attention and Pavitr finds a brightly coloured city bus about to tip off the broken edge of the bridge and ran towards it.

"AAAH!"

Spidey turned around at the screech only to find Mr. Singh, his best friend Gayatri's father and Inspector of the local police station, about to be smashed by a falling concrete peice with the little child he saved.

He needs to act soon.

Pavitr quickly calculates that the bus is approximately six feet from safety. He could do this!

He shoots his web, catching onto the rear end of the bus and ties it to a pole. He shoots another web at the inspector, pulling him away from the debris and to safety.

Seeing the policeman is uninjured, he turns to the falling vehicle dangling by a literal thread.

"All of you, get to the rear end!", he yells to the passengers stuck in the bus, shooting more webs at it.

His efforts grow stronger when he sees Gayatri trapped inside, shouting for help.

Inspector Singh joins him and together they pull the vehicle back onto more stable parts of the bridge. The passengers stumble out one by one, shaking and shivering from the near-death experience.

Gayatri comes out and Pavitr rushes to her, throwing his arms around his best friend. He couldn't live without her rants and incessant fussing.

"Thank God, you're okay!"

Spidey quickly retracts upon realizing he's being too familiar for a stranger, stuttering out excuses that don't come out as smooth as he likes.

Gayatri's horrified expression softens a little when she sees her father and rushes towards him with extended hands, panicking. "Papa!"

"Mera beta", the policeman says, sighing in relief as he kisses her forehead. "I thought I lost you."

"Papa!", she tugged at his sleeve anxiously, tears pooling at her eyes as she pointed towards the bus, "Y/n is in there!"

"What!?"

Colour drains from Pavitr's face under the mask and he rushes towards the bus, frantically searching for you inside and under the seats as the Inspector follows suit.

A choked cough catches Spider-Man's attention and he turns, finding you jammed into the drivers seat at the damaged front of the bus.

You seem to have crashed your head into the glass, blood trickling down your forehead. Pavitr tears up and gently pulls you into his arm, carrying you bridal style outside.

'It okay, it's okay, N/n is alive', Pavitr chants, convincing himself that he made it in time. He won't let what happened to Uncle Bhim happen to you too!

He tries so hard to be strong for you, but seeing you almost dead shook him.

"You okay?", he croaks, hoping his voice doesn't give him away. Tears roll down his cheek under his mask as he tries not to break.

"Pa..pavu.."

It was your nickname for him, one only you and Maya auntie were allowed to call him. But in that moment Pavitr didn't care if you knew his alter-ego, all he could think was how he saved you from the brink of death.

"Pavu? Is he your boyfriend?", he jokes, hoping to make you feel better.

It's an inside joke between you two, saying 'this is their boyfriend' everytime you pick up each other's call.

You smile weakly. "You're... Spider-Man?"

He nods, blinded by the tears clouding his vision, aware that you have a horrible pun in line. However, his smile falls when he sees your eyelids droop; blood trickles down your nose and you're losing consciousness.

No, no, no, no, NO-!

"Stay with me, N/n, please", he pats your cheeks hoping to prevent you from slipping out of consiouness. "C'mon", he tries desperately, holding to you tight to his chest as he shoots his web onto the railings of the bridge, "Stay with me. Just hang in there, we're going to the hospital. Everything will be fine!"

You wheeze, struggling to breathe as you heave, and go lax in his arms. Pavitr is content, until he realises you let go.

No, nO, NO, GOD, NO!

"Pavu.. I love you....."

Your body goes limp in his arms and that's when the whole world ceases moving for him. His heart beat stops as he freezes in shock, unable to digest your death.

No, no, it's not possible! He can still save you! You've just blacked out, that's all!

He can't.. won't lose you like this.

Gayatri begins to cry, holding her father for comfort who soothes her with moistened eyes; you were a like a child to him too.

Pavitr's knees buckle and he sinks to the ground, the gravity of your death too much for him to bear. Guilt chokes his throat and he lets out a loud cry, holding your lifeless body securely in his lap -afraid that if he lets go, you might just disappear. His shoulders sag as he leans into you, cradling your face, resting his forehead on yours one last time.

The other spider heroes arrive just then to witness the ever cheerful Pavitr break. It's not, afterall, too far from what they themselves have experienced at some point; such was the curse upon every spider hero.

Tears soak through his mask as Pavitr watches life leave you, sobbing at his cruel fate.

"Meri jaan.."

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*Meri jaan means "my life". I learnt it from another pavitr hc Tumblr post '^_^

#atsv pavitr spidey looks more indian with his hair ngl #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #spiderverse #spiderman india

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warabidakihime · 11 months

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Vicious Deceptions

Character: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x Actress!Reader | hollywood au Synopsis: Cunning minds entwined, weaving a web of treachery and desire. In a world of secrets and hidden intentions, their love became a tapestry of vicious deceptions.

Content warning: adultery, smut, profanities. minors dni.

- The news of their movie's blockbuster success spread like wildfire, the anticipation for the sequel soared to new heights. You, a renowned actress, and Toji Fushiguro, a fellow confident and cool-headed actor, found yourselves in the midst of a script reading session with your co-stars in preparations for the shooting that will be commencing in three days.

As you delved into your script, you couldn't help but feel a flush creep up your cheeks when Toji, sitting beside you, subtly scooted closer. His mischievous grin hinted at something beyond the innocent facade you both presented to the world. Toji, holding his own script, pointed to a particular scene, one that seemed to spark a glimmer in his eyes.

"It seems we have a rather steamy shower scene coming up," Toji remarked, his voice laced with boldness and anticipation. He knew precisely how to push your buttons, and he relished in the playful banter you shared.

Your eyes widened momentarily, betraying your own interest in the intimate scene. You quickly composed yourself and responded with a clever retort, your voice dripping with a mix of innocence and intrigue. "Quit acting as if this will be your first time doing a shower sex scene."

Toji chuckled, his gaze locked with yours. "I'm not. If anything, I'm expressing my excitement. I can't wait to shoot this scene with you, Y/N. Can't wait to smack that ass of yours in front of everybody."

"Focus on your script," you say, and for some reason, that was enough to satiate your big brute of a leading man.

Your exchanges danced on the fine line between professional camaraderie and subtle seduction. Only the two of you were aware of the charged undercurrent, concealed from your co-stars, the staff, and the prying eyes of the media.

As the script reading continued, you and Toji found yourselves engaged in insightful conversations that seamlessly intertwined with your characters' dynamics. You traded witty banter, your words carrying double meanings that hinted at a deeper connection. Your interactions sparked curiosity among those around you, whispering of an off-screen chemistry that exceeded the boundaries of your roles.

In the midst of the script reading, your gazes would occasionally meet, exchanging unspoken promises and shared secrets. The tantalizing prospect of bringing your hidden desires to life on the silver screen left both of you eager for the upcoming shoot.

As the script reading session came to a close, the bustling energy of the studio began to subside. The other cast members bid their farewells, disappearing into the corridors one by one. With a gentle smile, you excused yourself, knowing that a whirlwind of magazine shoots and interviews awaited you.

Slipping away from the crowd, you found Toji Fushiguro waiting, his expression a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Glancing around to ensure no prying eyes lingered, you approached Toji with a knowing glint in your eye. "See you later. Text me."

Toji smirked. "So bossy."

You rolled your eyes in response to his teasing, and that earned you a chuckle from him and a resigned sigh, "I know, I know. You know where to find me anyway; I gave you the passcode to my other penthouse, right?"

Now, he earned a chuckle from you, a sultry one at that: "Of course you did. Now, good bye. Let's talk later."

With one last lingering gaze, you both went your separate ways, diving headfirst into the demands of your bustling schedules. The weeks flew by in a whirlwind of commitments, each day bringing you closer to the highly anticipated live premiere of your movie.

The red carpet was rolled out, leading to the magnificent entrance of the premiere venue. Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing the glamorous affair that unfolded before them. And there you stood, resplendent in an elegant yet alluring gown that accentuated your every curve. Every step you took exuded confidence and grace.

Toji, on the other hand, exuded an air of dashing charm in his impeccably tailored suit. His shaggy hair, tamed and styled, gave him a ruggedly handsome appeal. As the crowd caught sight of you, whispers of admiration rippled through the air. It was impossible to ignore the captivating presence the two of you emanated.

Walking the red carpet together, your co-stars joined you, each person radiating their own unique charm. As the cameras flashed, interviews ensued, capturing the excitement and anticipation surrounding the film. The atmosphere was electric, pulsating with the combined energy of the cast, the crew, and the devoted fans.

Among the crowd, your husband stood by your side as your plus one, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by Toji. A hint of disappointment, jealousy, and annoyance flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by a dashing smile. You promised Toji that you would divorce your husband to finally be with him, but due to both of you and your husband's schedules and other personal commitments, it's taking you quite a while to fulfill your promise.

Engaging in light banter with your husband, you navigated the sea of well-wishers and photographers, stealing occasional glances at Toji.

Toji, ever the charmer, mingled effortlessly with the guests and media alike. His charismatic personality seemed to magnetize those around him, leaving a trail of smiles and laughter in his wake. The whispers of his irresistible allure danced through the air, amplifying the excitement surrounding the film's premiere.

As the evening progressed, the time came for the cast and crew to take their seats inside the opulent theater. The anticipation grew, building up to the moment when the lights would dim and the film would grace the silver screen.

Taking your assigned seat, you found yourself seated next to Toji, the proximity creating an intoxicating tension. With a hushed voice, he leaned toward you, his words barely audible above the hum of the crowd. "It's a shame, isn't it? Our characters share such undeniable chemistry on screen, yet the same can't be said for our off-screen circumstances."

You turned to him, meeting his gaze while subtly grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers together. With a charming smile on your face, you gave Toji a reply, "Patience, Toji. In the eyes of the public, I may belong to someone else, but between us, I'm yours and only yours."

Toji pouts uncharacteristically, but apparently, when he's with you, he keeps on discovering new sides to him that he didn't know existed. "Divorce the doofus already."

You chuckled, "The movie's on. Let's enjoy the fruits of our hard work for now, shall we?"

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the film. As the familiar opening sequence unfolded, the tension between your characters came alive on screen, fueling the excitement and anticipation of the audience. And as you watched the story unfold, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and Toji, both on and off the silver screen.

The film captured the hearts of viewers, transporting them into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden desires. The undeniable chemistry between your characters reverberated through the theater, leaving the audience captivated and breathless. It was a testament to the dedication and talent of everyone involved in the project.

After the exhilarating premiere, the theater was abuzz with excitement and celebration. The cast, crew, and industry insiders mingled, reveling in the success of the film. Among the crowd, you caught Toji's gaze, his eyes glinting mischievously.

With a smirk on his face, he leaned against a nearby wall, watching as you excused yourself from the group. Your husband, caught up in conversation with your co-stars, remained oblivious to the brewing storm between you and your leading man.

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of boldness as you reached out to grasp Toji's hand. "Toji, I need a moment. Come with me," you whispered, your voice laced with a hint of urgency and desire.

He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And just what the heck are you up to?"

Not really having the time to beat around the bush, you pulled him towards you rather assertively, saying, "Just come with me."

With your hand firmly in his, you guided Toji through the maze of hallways until you reached your dressing room. The anticipation hung thick in the air as you stepped inside, the door closing behind you, except you failed to close it all the way.

So whatever moment you'll be having with Toji, it can be easily detected by anyone who passes by the area.

Without wasting a moment, you settled on top of your vanity table, your gaze fixed on Toji with a sultry intensity. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and excitement dancing within them, as he realized the intent behind your actions.

You beckoned him closer, your legs wrapping securely around his waist and drawing him in. The intimate contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of you as you felt his arms encircle your body, his touch both possessive and tender.

In the charged silence, Toji's voice broke through, filled with a mix of anticipation and mischief. "What if somebody walks in on us?"

He says that, but he's already leaning toward your inviting lips while his other hand is holding the zipper of your gown. Wasting no time, you wrapped your arms around his neck and reeled him in for a heated kiss, holding little to no regard to the possibility of getting caught. Of course, Toji was more than happy to oblige and responded to your advances enthusiastically.

In that intimate space, you both embraced the reckless abandon of the moment, knowing that the world outside those walls could never comprehend the intensity of your connection.

"Toji--" you moaned in his mouth as you felt his grabby hands caressing your sides and squeezing your supple skin. In return, you slide your hands up and down his sturdy chest, shamelessly feeling his abs through his silky dress shirt.

Toji's husky voice contributed to the music being made in that tiny room as he spoke, "You picked this skimpy dress to tease me, didn't you?"

"Did it work?" you responded cheekily, which earned you a dark chuckle from him.

"I wanted nothing more than to bend you over and take you right there and then, the moment I saw you emerge from your limousine."

"What stopped you?" You asked him

"Your husband killed my boner. I didn’t even know you were bringing him along."

You let out a sultry chuckle as you began to grind your hips against his, purposefully tempting his flaccid cock to spring back to life. "We can't have that now, can we?"

A wicked smile played on Toji's lips, reveling in your audacious nature and feeling his desire grow stronger. "Absolutely not."

In the dimly lit room, Toji and you shed your clothes with an eager urgency. Every garment fell to the floor, revealing your naked bodies to each other. Your eyes locked, filled with desire and longing. You closed the distance between you, your bodies pressing together.

The heat of your skin ignited a fire within, intensifying the need for each other. There were no inhibitions, only the raw passion that enveloped the room.

Your hands explored, fingers tracing every curve and dip, igniting shivers of pleasure. Each touch sent waves of electricity through your bodies, heightening the intensity of your desire. Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull between you.

Breathless and desperate for more, you locked eyes with him, pleading silently for him to take you to greater heights of pleasure.

"Please, Toji," you whimpered, your voice filled with need.

Toji's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he reveled in the power he held over you. His voice dripped with playful teasing as he responded, "What's the magic word?"

The teasing only fueled your need, making the anticipation unbearable. But you knew deep down that the wait would be worth it and that Toji's mastery of seduction would lead to a culmination of ecstasy unlike anything you had experienced before.

"Toji~ I don't have time for this."

The man towering over you could only chuckle in amusement, "You're such a brat."

Despite what he said, he immediately adhered to your request and placed his throbbing cock at your entrance, and then he slowly let himself in, filling you nicely and snugly.

Each thrust felt more incredible than the last. The sensations overwhelmed you, evident in the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips and the expression of bliss on your face.

You continued to cling to Toji as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. Moans, profanities, and loads of skin-slapping filled your tiny dressing room. You were so lost in your little world that you didn't even notice your horrified husband watching from outside.

Normally, you would have been filled with a sense of horror and embarrassment, but an unexplained boldness washed over you. Instead of feeling shame or shock, you met your husband's gaze with a cold, unwavering expression.

Toji was right. It’s high time you end things with your husband and finally be with him. You made a mental note to yourself that, after this, you would deal with your husband once and for all. Time seemed to stretch as your husband continued to look at you and Toji, his eyes widening with surprise, and you could've sworn you saw tears stream down his face.

Obviously heartbroken by your blatant betrayal, but you remained undeterred, focusing solely on Toji and continuing to lavish him with your undivided attention. With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, you even went so far as to put on a captivating display.

Toji, relishing in the audacity and allure emanating from you, embraced the opportunity to escalate the intensity of the moment.

A sly grin spread across Toji's face as he relished in your pleasure, his voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me, Y/N, who's making you feel good right now? Hmm? Answer me." Your response was a fervent moan that escaped your lips.

"It's you."

A teasing glint danced in Toji's eyes as he continued to ravish you, his voice laced with desire. "And what's my name, darling?"

"Toji," you moaned, your voice filled with a mix of desire and anticipation.

Toji rewarded your response with a playful smack on your behind, eliciting another intoxicating sound from you. "Good girl."

That was the last straw.

With a shake of his head, your husband left the scene, but none of you were in the mood to care as the both of you were so invested in each other.

Toji's voice was filled with desire as he commented, "You're still so tight for me. Fuck."

You were unable to form coherent words in response, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Your focus was solely on the sensations coursing through your body, leaving little room for anything else.

He ran his hands along your sides, igniting shivers and goosebumps along your skin. "You're doing so well," he praised, his touch adding to the intensity of the moment. The pleasure was building rapidly, and then finally, that hot coil you've been feeling from within shot throughout your body, sending you into overdrive.

To enhance your climax, Toji increased the pace, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. Every movement brought you closer to a mind-numbing state of ecstasy.

Later that night, after a few more rounds of fucking like bitches in heat, Toji drove you home, a satisfied and triumphant smile adorning his face. The energy between you two was still electric, and the intensity of the night lingered in the air.

Upon entering the house, you were met with a somber sight. Your husband sat on the sofa, hunched over, his body language reflecting the weight of his emotions. It was clear that he had been drinking and crying.

For a few seconds, you observed him, your expression carrying a hint of nonchalance, almost bordering on cruelty. The weight of your decision lingered in the air, as you knew what you needed to do.

Without uttering a word, you made your way to your bedroom and retrieved the divorce papers, carefully tucked away inside your side of the closet. Each step you took echoed with determination, your mind resolute in your course of action.

Returning to the living room, you stood before your husband, holding the papers in your hand. With a deliberate motion, you tossed the document in his direction, the papers fluttering through the air like a final decree. Your voice carried an air of finality as you spoke, "It already has my signature on it. I trust that you will have it signed by tomorrow. Good night."

With those words hanging in the air, you turned away, leaving your husband to grapple with the weight of your crumbling marriage.

#warabidakihime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagine #i guess you could consider this as dark content?

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Hello! I just found your amazing writing, and I am utterly in love with the way you write Vox in the college!Reader AU! Your writing really gives life to the characters and its world!

The relationship between Reader and Vox seems so chaotic and funny!

I have a question about the messages. Do they have the "seen" mark? Because I just thought about Reader going through a blackout on their town due to intense rain or something and Vox just not being able to send any messages anymore.

It's not even Reader not answering the messages. Just the messages not reaching them and Vox going full panic because how will he reach Reader now?

Sorry if I wrote anything wrong, English isn't my main language.

Have a good day/night!

Hahahaha it's okay! I don't think I've really expounded on it in the AU but Vox literally being stuck connected to Reader's devices means they don't really need internet to chat! As long as those said devices have power(like let's say a fully charged phone) they can message each other without using the web and just going through the App Vox made. The messages do have a 'seen' function but I didn't think to mention it cuz- as you guys might've noticed- the TV man is terminally online and tends to answer straight away when you chat him up. You on the other hand just check to see if the notification was from his app before you answer- or you just forget to open it because you were busy doing stuff.

I'm really glad you like my series anon! I hope you stick around as I just grow the world and write about it more :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series #Lmao #Vox would probably just be like: eugh rain #you forget he's not waterproof sometimes #Do you clean your face using windex??#It's a hilarious conversation for sureeee #though you have a buddy to help deal with the boredom until the power comes back

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funhouse-mirror-barbie · 2 months

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Rating Hazbin + Helluva Boss Characters based on if I could tell what animal/creature they’re supposed to be:

DISCLAIMER: This is not an attack on the creators or artists/designers for either show. I already went over the purpose of this on my first post here—I just like to review stuff.

Part 2!

SIR PENTIOUS—SNAKE—5/5

Yeah that’s a snake, man.

While I find some of Pent’s design elements cluttered, he’s actually one of the stronger designs in my opinion. I think the having his cobra hood act as his hair is fun and cleaver. It’s very easy to tell he’s a snake. Not sure why he has eyes on his tail/body? I think they could have just made them red spots but eh.

QUEEN BEE—FOX (?) WITH HONEY BEE ELEMENTS (?)—3.5/5

Bee’s a weird one for me b/c while her design is super super cluttered I can SEE how it could work, and I really do like fun cute fox and wolf girls. The ONLY reason that docked points is b/c she’s supposed to be a fox/bee hybrid (I believe?) but her “bee” elements are so minute that if I hadn’t seen her in a big beehive, I would have just assumed she was as a fox with fairy/insect elements—I wouldn’t have thought she was connected to a honey bee at all. It’s a weird case where she is VERY obviously a fox but it’s not obvious at all that she’s a bee/honey bee. I did want to give a little extra half-point tho b/c I do like her little antennae ears. They’re pretty much the only thing that screams “insect” to me.

STELLA GOETIA—SWAN (?)—3/5

I think I may be going a little easier on the Helluva cast b/c overall they’re easier to figure out what animals they are. I’ve heard that Stella is supposed to be a Swan but I’m not 100% sure. This one is def more on me, but I initially thought that she was either a secretary bird due to her long lashes and the way her hair is styled, or a peafowl (which would make sense b/c her brother is apparently a peacock?) at least I can tell that she is a bird and her colors are accurate for a swan’s. I think the reason I would never have thought of her as a swan is mostly due to her beak size and color. But yeah b/c I can at least confirm that she is in fact a bird I wanna give her a higher score.

I would rate Pilot Stella too, but I don’t think at that point she was meant to be a swan, just a vague bird demon lady. At least I hope not.

MAMMON—SPIDER (OR CENTIPEDE? MAYBE??) —0.5/5

So. Like Angel Dust. The only reason I know that Mammon is a spider is because he was shown sitting on a giant spider web.

I really didn’t think he was a spider/spider-ish looking at all and I still don’t. Even the extra eyes they add to him sometimes didn’t immediately make me think “Spider!” just that it was a demon thing. He really just looks like a jester with extra arms.

His full demon/mega form also doesn’t look very spider-ish tbh, and was what made me wonder if he was actually supposed to be a centipede? I was really disappointed by his “final form” because it’s pretty much the same as his regular form but with more eyes and what I assume is SUPPOSED to be a spider abdomen ?? But then he does kinda scuttle like a centipede at the end so maybe he is supposed to be???? But then why does he have a big spider web???

Also, and I’ll be honest, this is just me being needlessly nit-picky and it’s a small thing but it just irks me personally b/c I don’t understand the reasoning behind this but like. I HATE that his extra eyes DO NOT stay consistent.

The first time we see his extra eyes it gives him a total of 8 so I was like “oh okay yeah so maybe just his final form will be a spider/spider-like BUT THEN HIS EXTRA EYES KEEP OSCILLATING BETWEEN 3 and 4 EXTRA EYES?

These shots are only a few seconds apart like why did they give him MORE eyes when he got farther away? They’re so small that they barely seem distinct? Like if he IS supposed to be a spider you don’t have to keep giving him eyes!!! Stop, stop, he can already see!!! 😭

Maybe he IS a centipede tho? B/c he DOES seem to have the little centipede butt horns (which apparently are just their very hind legs in real life)

And he def seems to move like one in that form. Man idk. Why even HAVE him in a spider web then???

Being an arthropod lover and not being able to figure out what the fuck kinda guy that’s supposed to be is driving me wild tbh 😅

Honestly if Mammon was just supposed to be a clown/jester I would have given him 5/5 b/c yeah that was immediately obvious. But it’s him being a jester-spider-centipede-thing that muddles things for me.

I would put Loona in here but I ran out of pictures for this post talking about Mammons eyes. She gets 5/5 cause. Yeah that’s a classic wolf girl.

#funhouse convo #media criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss stella #character design

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Neon Requiem - Band Rivals Hobie x Guitarist! Reader

Based on @rexlroze and @the-kr8tor 's original ideas that just started to eat my brain.

NOTE: I don't write Hobie/Miguel--in fact--I don't write fanfiction at all. As the fandom's resident Chaos Goblin Queen!Spider-Mom writing characters half my age is a bit of a stretch for me. This has not been proofread/edited for foreign language used. All repetitive info, boring shit, and grammatical mistakes are 100% my own and brought to you by the letters ASD and the numbers 5 (as in year-old-child with aforementioned ASD) and 3 (as in hours of sleep that I get each night).

Also, written like a screenplay, so I could turn this into a proper comic coming up. Also also, get you a person who looks at you like Hobie looks at R.

ACT 1 SCENE 1 - FLASHBACK - EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT In a gritty, neon-lit alleyway, Young teen R is busy wheat-pasting posters for her band's upcoming gig. The posters feature a cybernetic skull (looking suspiciously like Spider-Man 2099 mask) with glowing eyes, the band's name "2099" emblazoned beneath it. As she works, Hobie appears from the shadows, a spray can in hand. He's tagging a nearby wall with a stylized anarchy symbol.

HOBIE (noticing R) Oi, what've we got 'ere? Another lost soul in the concrete jungle?

R (startled, then regaining composure) Hardly lost, mon ami. Just spreading the word about the revolution. Hobie steps closer, examining her posters.

HOBIE "2099," eh? Sounds like a proper cyberpunk outfit. You lot singing about the end of the world or sommat?

R (grinning) More like the rebirth of a new one, through science and technology. It is the brain-child of mon ami, his idea for a band... but he sings like...a cat in heat yowling from inside a Cookie Monster costume. Fun concept though. I'm going to take lead vocals.

HOBIE (intrigued) That sounds painful... but color me impressed, love... You can sing? Right? Not every day you meet a bird with brains, talent, and beauty. R rolls her eyes, but there is a hint of a blush on her cheeks, but before she can respond, the sound of police sirens fills the air.

HOBIE (grabbing R's hand) Bollocks, your dystopian future has arrived! They run through the winding alleyways, adrenaline pumping, until they finally come to a stop in a secluded courtyard.

READER (catching her breath) Merde, that was close!

HOBIE (grinning) Stick with me, love, and you'll never be bored. As they lean against the wall, laughing and trying to catch their breath, a spark of connection flickers between them.

READER (realizing) Wait, I never got your name.

HOBIE (extending his hand) Most just call me Dirty Punk, or Punk for short. He jokes, self-deprecating, he doesn’t want to tell her his name yet, it feels really personal now, like it's just Hobart, it's not that cool. It’s definitely not cool enough to tell her.

READER Punk, eh? Really? Fine, then call me R. Yeah, Punk, I can sing...

SCENE 2 - PRESENT DAY - EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT

In a gritty, neon-lit alleyway, READER, a French metal chick with ever-changing hair color, is struggling to wheat-paste a large poster featuring her band "NEON REQUIEM" on a high, hard-to-reach wall.

Suddenly, SPIDER PUNK (aka HOBIE BROWN), a British punk rocker and vigilante, appears hanging upside down on a web behind her.

SPIDER PUNK Need a hand, love?

Reader spins around, eyes wide with fear and surprise.

READER (stammering) Spider-Man! Je suis désolée, It… yeah.. it's exactly what it looks like.

SPIDER PUNK (waving his hand dismissively) Nah, don't sweat it, mate. I'm all for stickin' it to the man. 'Sides, that's a wicked poster you got there.

Reader relaxes, a smile spreading across her face.

READER (relieved) Merci! I thought I was busted for sure.

SPIDER PUNK (flips down from the web and lands on his feet, like a cat) Not on my watch, love. 'Ere, let me give you a boost.

Spider Punk gently wraps an arm around Reader's waist and shoots a web to the top of the wall. They ascend together, Reader grinning as they reach the perfect spot to place the poster.

As they work together to smooth out the poster, Spider Punk notices the band details: Reader, Miguel, and Gabriel. Guitar, Bass, and Drums. Miguel is handsome, long-haired, massive band-mate. Miguel back up vocals and bass he is the epitome of a metal-head.

SPIDER PUNK (chuckling at Miguel's serious metal-head expression) This bloke looks like he could use a laugh.

With a mischievous grin beneath his mask, Spider Punk uses his web shooter to draw a silly mustache on Miguel's serious face.

READER (giggling) Oh, il va être furieux! But it's too funny! My poor brother.

SPIDER PUNK (admiring their handiwork) There, now that's a proper work of art.

As they descend back to the ground, Reader turns to Spider Punk, her eyes sparkling with amusement and gratitude.

READER (sincerely) Merci beaucoup, Spider-Man. You really saved my ass tonight. You should come cheer us on at Battle of the Bands.

SPIDER PUNK (bowing dramatically) All in a night's work for your friendly neighborhood Spider Punk, love. I might be there, afterall, the Spider Punks are playing-band like that is my namesake, innit?

With a wink beneath his mask, Spider Punk shoots a web and swings off into the night, leaving Reader grinning and shaking her head in amazement.

SCENE 3 - INT. BAR - NIGHT

Later after dropping by her hostel room to change and wash up from paste, READER, aka, R is at a bar when she spots the only open spot at the bar. It's next to a 20-something nursing a pint. SPIDER PUNK, aka HOBIE BROWN aka PUNK, a British punk guitarist in his mid-20s, sits at the bar, nursing a pint. His lean, wiry frame is clad in a torn Sex Pistols shirt and tight jeans, held up by a studded belt slung low on his hips. Fishnet gloves adorn his hands, their black polished nails chipped from endless hours of guitar playing. Piercings glint in the dim light, catching the eye and hinting at his rebellious nature. He's in his civvy digs, a signature blend of 1980s anarcho-punk style that makes him look like the second-coming of Jean-Michel Basquiat, all raw talent and unfiltered edge. Lost in thought, an achingly familiar voice, something from a buried memory, suddenly catches his attention. It can't be...

READER, [loosely based on Gwen Stacy's Black Cat] a French metal chick with ever-changing hair color, also in their mid-20s and equally skilled with a guitar, orders a drink next to him. Her effortlessly cool vibe is a result of her world travels. She is now in her full stage persona costume with all the eyeliner and leather that comes along with it.The two don't recognize each other at first.

READER (to the bartender, in a French accent) Un Jack Daniel's, s'il vous plaît.

Hobie glances at Reader, a flicker of recognition in his eyes... doesn't he know her? Battle of the Bands? Must be it, mate.

HOBIE (in a thick British accent) Blimey, that's a proper choice, innit? You 'ere for the battle of the bands, love?

READER (surprised) Oui, how did you know?

HOBIE (smirking) Just a... sense...Call it a punk's intuition, darling. I'm in the mix too, y'know.

MIGUEL O'HARA, Reader's handsome, *built* Hispanic bandmate, approaches. At 6'7" and 310lbs of pure muscle, he cuts an imposing figure. His younger brother GABRIEL, a softer, sweeter version of Miguel, follows close behind.

MIGUEL (Finds Reader and is by her side instantly, voice dripping with sarcasm and derision) R, you snuck out on practice...just to drink in this hellhole? Is that Jack? No puedo mas... Carnalita...This shit is bad for you.

READER (smiles to her bandmate, she has just arrived but she is hiding her wheat-pasting activities from the stern older band-mate) You worry too much, Miggy, mon ami. We've been practicing all week.

MIGUEL (softens) Gabri and I could have come out with you. You shouldn't go out in an unknown city alone. It's not safe for you, carnala.

HOBIE (puffs a bit, all charm, recognizing Miguel from the poster, he puts it together that R is the same girl from earlier. Hoping to impress this 'brother' of the cute girl, he offers Miguel his hand. Miguel looks him over and is unimpressed, he does not take Hobie's hand) Keeping the lady safe, mate. You can trust me. I'm one of the Spider-Punks.

GABRIEL (shoulders his brother to the side and takes Hobie's hand, gushing) We've heard of you guys, the local punk rock band, yeah? Your drummer is... gahh...Ah-Mazing! You think we could meet?

Someone's got a crush on Gwen Stacy.

MIGUEL (scoffing, stepping closer to R) You call that punk noise "rock"? Metal is where the real skill lies...Real talent is in the complexity, the technical skill. Metal pushes boundaries, takes you to new places. Punk's just three chords and an attitude.

HOBIE (visible shift in attitude, he eyes Miguel's massive frame) Never skip leg day, eh bruv?

R stifles a laugh as Miguel's face reddens with anger. Gabriel looks nervously between his brother and Hobie.

READER (trying to defuse the tension) Allez, let's save the competition for the stage, d'accord?

HOBIE (smirking, he stands, not as tall as Miguel, but nearly so) Tell you what, mate. Let's settle this on stage. We'll let the crowd decide who's got the real chops.

MIGUEL (grinning fiercely, are those...fangs?) You're on, punk. Prepare to be schooled.

READER (interjecting, her eyes sparkling with amusement) Ah, mais non, Miggy. There's art in simplicity too. Punk, metal, it's all about the energy, the message, non? Who is your drummer, she sounds enchanting.

GABRIEL (nodding) She is, she's go this...energy. Pero, R's right, Miguel.

There is a not so subtle look that passes between the brothers, an undertone of: DON'T RUIN THIS FOR ME MANO from Gabri, Miguel nearly rolls his eyes.

Music's music. Let's just focus on putting on a good show and maybe we can learn something from their band, eh?

HOBIE (winking at Reader) Aye, love. Can't wait to teach your wall of meat here a thing or two. Let's give 'em a show they won't forget...later?

READER (brightly, oblivious to the brothers' feelings) Later!

As Hobie saunters off, Miguel glares after him, his fists clenched. Gabriel places a calming hand on his brother's arm.

GABRIEL (softly) Easy, hermano. He's not worth it.

As Hobie leaves the bar, Reader shoots Miguel a disapproving look.

READER (oblivious to the brothers' feelings) Was that really necessary?

MIGUEL (shrugging) Just giving him a taste of what's to come. We're going to blow them away, R.

GABRIEL (sighing) I hope this doesn't get out of hand, their drummer is way better...I wanted to meet her.

READER (shrugs, trying to ease the tension) You will, I'll be yoru wingman, yeah? Gabri. You got this. And mano, Miguel... nothing wrong with being confident, but..just...save that aggro energy out on the stage. Come on, we're going to kick some ass!

MIGUEL (glaring at Hobie's retreating back) Don't tempt me. Let's go, carnalita, time for practice.

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Can I send yandere zed headcanons.

Yandere! Zed headcanons.

Author's Notes: Do you know I was just thinking about doing headcanons for this champion?!

Just when I returned from my studies (And from uploading the previous post), I came up with a character to make Yandere. I guess the universe sent me a sign juju.

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Chances of your loved ones being killed.

Well, this type of Yandere is simpler. Like Raiden, he will not kill unless it threatens his life or the life of his loved one.

We are told a phrase in the comic that, for me, greatly influences understanding the character (I clarify that they are not the exact words but rather the ones I remember) “Master Kusho sat me in front of a tree with cobwebs. The beetles that remained there could escape, due to their structure, unlike the moths, which suffered from the web until the spider came and devoured them. (...), then the teacher asked me 'How many moths did you save during the time you saw the web?' 'None' I answered, because I had killed the spider from the first day."

This phrase makes it clear to us that he will not attack or harm unless necessary.

(I know that the phrase from the comic has nothing to do with here, but I wanted to add it because I really liked what they wanted to capture with that phrase)

First impressions

You met Zed when he was a small farmer; You were a student of Kusho, your parents sending you there because they had been friends with the man for a long time. And, due to the constant trips you made with others, you were always intrigued by the fact that he was white-haired, since you were not used to seeing people with that hair color.

Sometimes you watched him from afar when you traveled with Shen, he used to joke about you going up to him one day and asking him to marry you, child jokes, you know?

It's not until Shen fights him that you notice something in his gaze, something in his eyes that makes you feel a connection with him; determination. Even when he fell again and again, whenever you noticed that glow you felt like he was different, like you had found a jewel in the desert.

When he was accepted by Kusho, you were the first to welcome him as a friend; You talked to him when he was resting due to the injuries he sustained after the confrontation with Shen, and although he barely responded to you, you assumed that you were getting along well.

He barely managed to recover, you accompanied him in his initial training; Kusho always assigned you to guide the beginners, since you were quite friendly and patient with other people, and your age made them gain more trust in you.

Together with Shen, they quickly became best friends, the three of them always together. Even though you were not particularly good at both physical and theoretical training, you always tried to stay average.

Falling in love

When they traveled in search of Jhin, Kusho decided to take you along with the two of them; It was not because of your talent or your incredible intelligence (Which was not exceptional in you), but because you were going to be a great emotional support for the two boys you accompanied.

Your parents, even though they flatly refused, ended up giving in to you going, this was thanks to the manipulation that Kusho exercised over them, since you would be indispensable in this mission.

The name of the “golden dragon” always sounded strange to you, especially when he saw firsthand the death and blood that had been spilled on the ground because of him.

You felt nauseous at the sight of dead bodies, or people suffering due to the traumas Jhin had left them with. Both the anger and hatred that was born in your soul at just hearing the golden dragon's nickname grew like a tree spreading its branches during spring.

You saw how Zed suffered for damaged people, how his mind was subjected to incessant agony as he struggled between the life and death of people other than him. You were the first to go and console him and give him the word that he was doing things right, that he was doing his best to save the lives of innocent people.

You tried to support Shen as well, but he was a little less susceptible to your words, since he rarely showed as much emotion as Zed did with you.

(Yes, I know that Zed has another name instead of this one, but I forgot it when I wrote it, I'll write it better later)

Your unconditional support for him along with your important help in catching Jhin ended up causing a certain crush on you.

Even when he claimed to love a woman, you always crossed his mind, as if he had clung to you in some way.

Beginning of Yanderism

The moment you noticed that the great demon misnamed golden dragon was nothing more than a man, you uselessly thought that you could face him alone. Your stubbornness ended up putting you in such danger that it put you between life and death. And neither of your two best friends could handle the fact that you were in danger.

They barely managed when you recovered, you had to be taken to the emergency room, the idea that you were going to die because of a man crazy enough to harm you and make you suffer for his pure amusement caused Zed's contempt for Jhin to increase drastically.

When Jhin was caught, Zed wished to kill him, but when he was denied that fact, he erupted in a rage worse than what appears in canon.

At that time, a blade passed close to Jhin's face, visibly damaging his mask, at the same time that your best friend longed to damage him and kill him once and for all.

No one would hurt his best friend, not now knowing that he was in love with (name).

First murder or Yandere act

Zed stayed by your side throughout your stay at the medic, since his fear of your death was something that remained in his mind for days on end.

When you managed to recover, the worst happened; the Noxian invasion. You were too weak to fight, so you could only watch from afar as Zed and Shen fought for their nation.

They both visited you regularly, but Zed more regularly than Shen. Him being particularly protective of you, but now with tiny things.

He insisted that you not go out, that you not trust certain people, saying that he could take care of you, etc..., basically without letting you do things on your own.

Even when you tried to stop these insistences, you eventually gave in because you thought he was just doing it as an innocent act of affection between friends.

You thought that when the war was over, these attitudes would stop.

Relationship or kidnapping

He ends up abandoning the Kinkou, mostly because of the war. You stop seeing him for a while, and when you see him again, it was when they had already told you what he had done.

At first you refused to believe that he would be capable of doing something like that, since he was someone with a good heart, someone incapable of seeking evil. It's a shame they put a contrary idea in your head.

You ended up hating him, the knowledge that he had killed someone as important as Kusho had damaged your psyche.

It wasn't until he saw you again that he noticed that he was late, too late to be able to talk to you.

You yelled at him, you said a lot of things that you had suppressed deep in your heart since you found out about his actions, and although he tried to explain the truth to you, you refused to listen to him.

Even since he abandoned the Kinkou, he never stopped thinking about you. Never on those days when he wasn't with you did he stop thinking about you, who you were and what you meant to him.

He left after the argument, waiting for you to calm down so he could talk to you peacefully.

But Jhin was following him, he was precisely looking to reach that person.

And he took you away from him, he took you to be part of a play against your will.

And that finally ended up unleashing that more twisted side in the white-haired man's mind. Even though he himself was desperate to stop Jhin, he was even more desperate at the thought of him bringing you to the brink of death once again.

As soon as they managed to catch Jhin, Zed went to look for you, finding you alive. Let's say you were a little hurt, but you were alive.

And he decided... to take drastic measures, if you understand correctly.

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

To the temple, obviously.

He exclusively takes you to a part far away from his students, mostly because he doesn't completely trust them.

Coexistence.

Very strict, unlike others he does implement the punishment system; More than anything soft hits or threats, he usually denies privileges such as going out or socializing with other members of your environment due to your disobedience or lack of respect towards him.

Marriage and family

He is not very comfortable with marriage, however, if you agree, there can be at least engagement rings between the two of you.

If it can, children?

I assume he'll agree, but that's a half-assumption.

At most 1 child or 2.

Bad ending

You managed to escape, for some reason, you had managed to escape from where he was holding you prisoner. And when he finds out, he loses his mind.

He searches for you in the heavens and lands of all of Ionia if necessary, and when he does, he doesn't react well at all.

He drags you back to the temple, he doesn't care if Shen or all of Ionia tries to stop him, he will have you back in his arms.

When he arrives at the temple, he ends up making an extremely drastic decision; he breaks the bones in your legs, specifically, your knees.

No matter if you cry or beg, he won't let you escape again.

From now on, your only remaining option is to accept your destiny and... love him.

Reasons to be a Yandere

-The comic tell us that he is quite emotionally unstable, especially after the Noxian invasion.

-The shadows, his voices try to tell him that he has to keep safe the only thing that he considers precious, the only thing that he feels gives stability to his life.

-I have the idea that after the first time they caught Jhin, he is left with consequences, some especially strong ones that damage his mind as the days go by.

Additional data.

-Actually, it was Kusho who told Jhin your whereabouts, who to be sure followed Zed to where you were.

-Kayn has deep respect for you; You are the most important person for his teacher, so we can say that he contributes a lot to not letting you go out.

-After your kidnapping, Shen constantly thinks about your condition, knowing that you could be in danger.

-Zed sometimes thinks about the “mistake” he made by not being able to save you from Jhin the first time he took you, since he constantly blames himself for the damage you suffered that day.

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)(ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

I LOVED TO MAKE THESE HEADCANONSSSS

(I didn't like the end of the comic btw)

Also, im working in others headcanons, maybe tomorrow is gonna be ready to upload it ;)

#yandere #obsessive love #poppa thoughs #yandere league of legends #yandere x you #league of legends #yandere headcanons #yandere male #lol #poppa things #yandere zed #zed #zed League of Legends #zed x reader #League of Legends x reader #yandere zed x reader

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sarcasticscribbles · 4 months

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Speaking of Sasha the Archivist AU, I wrote down some role switches im doing and their dynamics

Rule of Thumb: No changing entities (i.e; Annabelle’s still web despite switching arc). Does it all make sense: no. But I’m not a writer, and it’s just for fun. I’m keeping dynamics but changing arcs around.

I have started editing transcripts of s1 to be Sasha the Archivist, similarly to this 001 Sasha the Archvist AU

Sasha James: Jonathan Sims

Sasha gets the Archivist promotion and Jon’s one of her assistance.

Jon gets notthemed ep39 and follows notsashas arc, affecting Martin (leaving him all alone. This is foreshadowing.)

Artefacts: Books

Sasha’s character is more relevant to artefacts; replacing Leitners with artefacts from Salesa

Something new with Gerard and Mary because of this?

Mikaele Salesa: Jurgen Leitner

Web (Annabelle): Distortion (Michael/ Helen)

Distortion play the web’s role, similar to Web in Canon

Vice versa

Sasha marked by the distortion as a child (contra Jon — Web)

Distortions aims for a world without control (?)

Jon was marked by a book, Sasha distortion door.

Web pops in throughout the seasons Distortion style

Jurgen is alive s5 with Helen (instead of Annabelle)

Tim: Martin

Archivist assistance

Gertrude suggested Tim as a third assistance, despite Sasha’s uncertainty.

Martin lonely arc s3

Jmart canon s1; however, unbeknown to the rest of the staff

Tim Stranger arc s4

For tension between Tim and Sasha, ill-advised hookup is canon (pre s1) and they are currently in the awkward aftermath (aka, didn’t speak about it and now Sasha is Tim’s boss. Sasha ignored Tim to remain professional)

Martin’s mother: Danny (unsure about this)

Martin’s mother was taken by lonely and is his motivation to stay at the institute

Danny died between s 3/ 4 (?) which pushed Tim to follow Nikola and the circus, (?) perhaps even dying s4 finale.

Gertrude: Elias

Jonah picks Gertrude Robinson as a vessel

Gertrude is the Head of the Institute

Gertrude is a form of mentor to Sasha

Elias Bouchard was the former Head Archivist

Elias “quit”, rumoured to be fired. In actuality, he’s dead under the institute.

Gertrude - Agnes / Elias - Peter connection? (Although, Peter Lukas is the main protagonist s3, switching with Nikola. No plan for Agnes yet.)

Peter: Nikola

Peter haunts the staff (Martin mainly) s3.

Martin kills Peter, and ends the lonely ritual s3, in revenge of Jon (dying alone, maybe Peter's fog was there who knows.

Nikola takes over the institute s4, and makes Tim her right-hand man.

Melanie: Daisy

Melanie gets corrupted by Slaughter s5

Melanie in buried

Daisy notices Not!Jon

Daisy gets therapy

Daisy quits the institute

Georgie: Basira

Sasha asks Georgie for help s2. Perhaps she has information from her work (..podcast, maybe lean towards journalism or some. I don’t want to change her work though).

Georgie starts working at the institute, Basira doesn’t.

Sasha/ Georgie ex-girlfriends?

Basira cares for Daisy after she quits

Basira cult leader s5

*Melanie and Georgie are still girlfriends, and Basira/ Daisy work partners. Georgie will be deeper The End aligned.

#Sasha the Archivist #the magnus archives #mag #tma

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qprsmackdown · 9 months

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The Entirety Of Lifesteal SMP (Lifesteal SMP) vs The Greater Mana Polycule (JRWI Riptide)

Lifesteal Propaganda: They literally murder each other and are also best friends and hate each others guts and they're all kinds of fucked up but would also kill for each other They are all so horrible and fucked up. On their server they have the most convoluted web of hatred and betrayal and alliance and friendship and they’d kill each other for not even one cookie but the second they’re off server or in front of other people they are an unstoppable force who always has each others backs. Except for when it’s funny to fuck them over. Someone once referred to their relationship tangle as “complex polyamorous divorce” they love each other they hate each other they’d kill for each other and at the end of the day they’d all settle down into one big cuddle pile with only a few arguments. Because they’ve pack bonded and tied themselves together in the most complex and fuckef up qpr to ever exist and I think more QPRs should involve killing a man and then instantly teaming with him. Only to betray him again

Greater Mana Polycule Propaganda: so many. so many. everything is connected. the world of the navy and pirates is so queer. they should win by sheer numbers alone So like the relationships between all the characters are fascinating and really meaningful and often very silly but also I just think it's funny. I polyship *everything* and I almost exclusively ship things queerplatonically so you bet your ass I'm gonna love a queerplatonic polycule containing basically every character who exists in the story they're so silly and queer. also what's more qpr than a pirate crew (and the surrounding pirate world i guess)

#mod zazie #qpr smackdown #qpr tournament #round 1 #side 2 #lifesteal smp #lssmp #greater mana polycule

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coolcattime · 18 days

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Under the New Moon [Mianite Noir AU]

Relationships: Discussed Syndisparklez and Foxxsize

Characters: Sonja Firefoxx, Tucker Jericho, Tom Syndicate, Captain Capsize, Skipper Redbeard

For the past six months, a new body has been found in the city. Each killed in the gruesome sacrifice to Lord Dianite a fortnight after the victim disappeared off the streets without a trace. Not a link between the victims, or at least that’s the story the public have been told. In reality, the police force has long since come to the conclusion that the murders have been committed by Tom Syndicate, the cities’ most infamous mafia boss, and written off investigating rather than deal with the man with the city in his pocket. All expect for one detective.

Having stolen the case files, Detective Sonja Foxx is attempting to come up with any lead on the case as with the current pattern the next victim is due to disappear any day. However, even with the help of Private Detective Tucker Jericho, no clues are appearing, and she may need to cross the line she has desperately been trying to keep for herself if she wants to prevent another victim from suffering a terrible fate.

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Mianite Magical Noir AU Tag

The darkening light as the sun set behind the horizon gave the already grim city an atmosphere that caused even the most relaxed soul to look over their shoulder at whoever was walking behind them. Such an action wouldn’t be questioned given the growing fears of the general population that had been slowly but surely mounting throughout the past few months. This had never been the safest city, what with the rampant crime and corrupt police force, but at the very least it was safe enough that the average citizen could shake off their fears of any of those terrible things affecting them. As long as they kept their head down and their nose clean, they could avoid ever getting tangled in the messy web of crime that ran the city and they could live their lives unconcerned. It had been the sort of fear that people could live with. However, a darker threat had begun to fester. People were disappearing, criminals and law-abiding civilians alike, the only connection being that each disappeared when walking through the streets at sunset. That and that each of their bodies had appeared weeks later in gruesome scenes that previously would’ve only appeared in the deepest parts of the criminal underworld for the worst of traitors.

Murders, of course, had never been unheard of in the city. In fact, they were worryingly common if you actually counted them all rather than writing off the disappearances and accidents that occurred to those that needed to be taught a lesson, however none so gruesome had ever infested the city like this. Ritual sacrifices were the best way to describe the scenes, and that was in fact how they were being described by any of those talking about them. Each victim was seemingly an offering to Lord Dianite. Typically, with a killer like this, one that targeted seemingly average civilians, one that the papers were nicknaming and turning into a bogeyman, the police force would be investigating despite their corrupt nature. However, in this case the nature of the scenes, and the only seeming connection that the victims had, had made them back off. It wasn’t public knowledge, of course, but the minimal investigations had revealed that, even if completely tangentially, each of the victims had some connection to The Syndicate. Of course, the same could be said of nearly everyone in the city, but Tom Syndicate was an infamous worshipper of Lord Dianite. Thus, the Chief of Police had decided that the man had surely just taken a religious turn, and that the murders were very likely just messages for his underlings to stay in line while showing his god favour. That was more than enough reason to not look into the killings any further. After all, it was only one a month, it was barely a concern as long as police weren’t being targeted. So, each case was officially declared closed and unlinked, and not a single officer had noticed that the case files were missing from where they were meant to be filed.

On a not frequently travelled street, down a set of stairs on the front of an old townhouse, was the door to the basement office of the Jericho Private Detective Agency. It was the sort of place that one would never find unless they were actively looking for it, and it was also the sort of place that only needed clients that would put in the effort to seek it out. Inside the currently illuminated office were two people. The first sat behind an oak desk nursing a flask was the private detective that the office was named for, Tucker Jericho. His presence was hardly a surprise as if he wasn’t there, the lights would be out. If he could have his way, they would currently be off as he would’ve far preferred just a lamp to better soothe his growing headache. The lights, however, stayed on at the insistence of the other person in the room as she paced between shifting through the files she had snuck out of the precinct and staring at complete annoyance at the growing mess on the pinboard they had set up. It was looked at oddly for a police officer of any ranking, let alone a detective, to be working with a private investigator. It was frowned upon for them to give out confidential information to them, and it was getting a write-up and forced time off territory to give case files that were decidedly not being investigated to them. Yet, despite all of that, here Sonja was, with half a dozen ‘closed’ murder case files she had been slowly gathering since the third murder, attempting to actually do some work.

The two made an odd pair. Tucker was, to put it simply, pessimistic, even compared to the attitude of a normal private detective. The city was a cesspool of crime kept in place by the very people who were meant to prevent it. The number of times someone had come to him directly because the police had failed to even look into a crime was enough to make anyone bitter. The fact that he often had to work within the underworld himself to get anything done just felt like further kicks. Sonja, meanwhile, was more optimistic than anyone in her position ought to be, even if said optimism was slowly, if still far too quickly, being drained from her. She had truly joined the force originally because she wanted to make a difference, but that wasn’t how things were done. You arrest the unimportant petty criminals or whatever patsy was being passed off as having done a major crime. You take bribes, look the other way, force a confession out of an innocent party and witnesses to keep their mouths shut. Actually trying to do good ended up with all the actual criminals she arrested walking free anyway unless they wanted to be locked up in the first place, and herself very much the odd-one-out of the police force. And she was fine with her status of being the uptight idiot that needed to relax and understand how things were done, but she wasn’t going to let these murders be ignored because of who was doing them, and if Tucker was willing to investigate them, she would happily take any help she could get. If only the two of them were actually getting anywhere.

“There has to be some clue as to why they’ve all been killed, something that actually connects all of them,” Sonja said, beyond frustrated that so far even the apparent mafia connection was so thin that it gave absolutely nothing to actually investigate. It was the only loose connection between them all, but none of them had a strong enough connection to The Syndicate to actually finger it as a motive. Sure, it was completely possible that all of the victims were just people that had unfortunately managed to annoy the mafia boss, but not a single one of them were important enough to warrant being killed like this, let alone all six of them. Not that being murdered was warranted for any reason, but Sonja was really trying to understand the mafia boss' theoretical logic. “Has he just started a cult? Because I can’t think of any possible mistake that a waitress could’ve made that he’d need to make this sort of example of her.”

“No, if he’d started a cult, he’d never shut up about it,” Tucker muttered, trying not to get lost in his annoyance at how open the mob boss was about all his illegal activities. Why keep quiet about your criminal empire when you have every high-ranking person in the police force and city government in your pocket? It was what, to Tucker at least, made the murders so puzzling. Despite them all being attributed to him, Tom hadn’t said a single word about them. No claims of gaining Lord Dianite’s favour, no open bragging about how he’d gotten one over on those who had tried to cross him. For once, it appeared that the man was playing things close to his chest. It was infuriating, somehow more so than if he was openly taunting them.

“Well, he must’ve told someone about all this. It’s too much for him to be doing by himself, so one of his underlings must know something.”

“Great! We just need to figure out which of his trusted capos he told and somehow get them to spill despite the very real risk of them being murdered,” Tucker said, not hiding his sarcasm as he took a swig from his flask. His tone caused Sonja to glare. Obviously, she knew the futility of getting confessions from those loyal to Tom, they’d be more likely to confess to the crimes themselves than sell him out, but she wasn’t suggesting that. Arguably what she was suggesting was worse, not least for their wallets, but it would almost certainly get some sort of results.

“None of Tom’s guys will talk to us, but Capsize will,” Her words almost caused Tucker to choke. Not because the idea was unbelievable, but because her suggesting it was. Sonja, the one who did things by the book and recoiled from the idea of even remotely working within the underworld, had just suggested they go and buy information from a woman whose trade other than information was black-market goods. Sonja tried to look confident, despite knowing the delicate path she was treading. She had never made a deal with Capsize, her finding out about her ‘business’ had been an accident in the first place. The women were friends, a word carefully chosen by the two each time it was said as if they wanted to say something else but couldn’t quite come to terms with that fact. They’d met in a bar on one of Sonja’s off days and begun talking and quickly began meeting up more. And Capsize had been easy to talk to and interesting, if remarkably mysterious about her own occupation. An occupation that Sonja only actually discovered one night due to her brother dragging away a belligerent customer that she definitely wasn’t meant to see. Apparently, the reluctance to talk about her business had been Capsize’s attempt to protect her from the moral issue that she’d become friends with a black-market merchant and information broker. And Sonja had, despite what most would call her better judgement, decided that this was okay as long as their relationship stayed strictly personal and never strayed into a professional one, but right now people’s lives were at risk if they didn’t find a lead.

“Sonja, do you understand what you’re suggesting?” Tucker said, unable to say that the idea was bad but still in complete disbelief that she had suggested it. Honestly, if anyone could have information about Tom committing the murders and not be too scared of him to tell them it would be Capsize. It would certainly be trouble, as he was one of her clients and – worse – one of her friends, so her asking price for information on him was always ridiculously expensive compared to her already stupidly expensive fees. However, given the seriousness of the situation, money wasn’t exactly the thing he was worried about. Rather, his reasoning for questioning was far simpler. “I know that solving cases with me isn’t exactly by the book, but making a deal with Capsize, that’s actually dealing with a criminal. Are you actually okay with that?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t know the implications and I’m fine with them,” Sonja said, tone subdued. She had always been told that eventually she’d reach a point where she did something because ‘she didn’t have a choice’, though the detectives that said so mockingly had obviously been referring to taking bribes or something else for her own personal good, it didn’t make the idea feel any better about what she was going to do. However, she really truly didn’t see another choice in this situation. One murder a month. By the pattern another disappearance was due any day now, their body to be discovered in another two weeks. How long could she let that keep going because she didn’t want to break her own moral code? It was just some information, that was all, then she’d never need to think about doing anything like this again. She tried to ignore the tiny scratching thought that this was how it started. It always started as a case of just this once. Well, that was something to ponder on another dreamless night of regrets and worries that were becoming far too common for her. “I’m more worried she’ll turn me away as a customer.”

“She can’t turn us both away, I’ve dealt with her too many times for that. But, if you’re actually sure, meet me here tomorrow evening. We’ll head to the Titled Scales together. Hopefully we’ll still have money left for drinks after paying her.”

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A few hours later, on the far end of town, the docks were quiet as all save a handful of people had left hours before. There were few workers that remained, those that took the extra pay to be on the lookout for emergencies and to wait for the few ships that arrived by night. All but the newest of them knew to stay clear of the one warehouse still lit up at this time of night, the most experienced on the shift dragging away and lecturing those green enough to try and approach those entering. What they were meant to do was repeated until every person who worked the night shift knew the rules. Ignore the warehouse and its owner and those who go to see her, deny it having occupants to anyone sniffing around asking questions, and don’t interfere with the unmarked crates carried inside. Do that, and you had nothing to worry about from the woman and her bodyguard. Most found that working the docks was dangerous enough without a powerful enemy, so the warehouse tonight, as it did every night, went undisturbed.

Inside of it, a large office with a window overlooking the main floor glowed with light bright enough that anyone looking through from below would easily be able to describe in detail the two sitting inside. One was a man in a suit far too fancy for his current location, though the office itself was far too nice for a warehouse on the docks. It was pinstriped in shining thread and custom tailored, the type of thing that one would only wear somewhere it was so likely to get either dirty or ruined if they knew it’d but a trifle to replace. The other in view was a woman, dressed in a less flashy way, though only because her long navy coat decorated with embroidery was currently draped across the armchair she was relaxed in. Her trousers, shirt, and waistcoat were still custom tailored, she had a professional appearance to keep up, but they were the type she didn’t mind getting messy – today had been a business day after all. Hidden from such a view would be the bodyguard sitting just beyond the office door, leant relaxed against the wall reading as his shotgun sat on his lap. There was nothing he would be needed for, he was just there in case they needed cover for a quick exit, though he still kept an ear out for his sister in case the meeting did somehow turn sour. Most would expect that it would be possible at any moment for something to go wrong in a meeting between the city’s most feared mob boss and its most respected information broker and black-market dealer, but such an assumption would be wrong for this pair. While yes, this was a business deal, that was entirely a technicality as they were acting far more like friends having a casual drink while the newly unsealed box containing a pulsing gem sat on the low table between them.

“You seriously don’t want to know why I want it?” Tom Syndicate asked, his tone more akin to an annoyed teenager than a feared mob boss. His question was odd. Most criminals would be begging this woman for privacy, accepting any price she asked to make sure she didn’t ask questions and that she would protect their secrets rather than selling them on. He, however, had long since passed the need to keep his criminal activities a secret. Yet here his friend was, not even remotely interested in his reasoning for his latest purchase.

“If I questioned you every time you wanted an unusual artefact you have no reason for wanting, I’d be making a lot less money, Tom. I’d probably need to start selling dirt on you to make up the difference,” Capsize said with an unbothered shrug. She had her guesses as to what he might want with sealed magic, but actually knowing would be less than ideal if only half because she’d likely feel some need as his friend to talk him out of whatever he was planning. The other part was, well, she liked not selling information on the few people she called friends, so she liked having enough plausible deniability about Tom’s activities to say that she simply didn’t know when people offered her their life savings to try and get dirt on him. He, however, liked to make this extremely hard as he liked sharing in explicit detail every crime he had and was planning on committing. “Tell me in a week when you’ll have done something else, and no one will care anymore.”

“You’re the worst sometimes,” Tom said, almost sulking. She was always up to date on all the criminal secrets in the city, but always insisted on waiting to hear his. It was, in her own way, a compliment, but it rubbed unpleasantly against his impatience. At least a week wasn’t that long. “But, if you insist, let’s have another meeting in a week. We can call it a date and make Jordan jealous.”

“Jealous of which of us?” She said with a knowing laugh. Tom took a swig of his drink and pouted, refusing to admit out loud that he wanted the bar owner to be jealous of her. Seriously, why was it so hard to win the man’s attention? He was the most powerful person in the city and, frankly, he was being very obvious with his flirting. Capsize resisted rolling her eyes, understanding the troubles of being in love even if she questioned his taste in men. What kind of friend was she if she couldn’t help? “If you really want to make him jealous, I think we can pull it off.”

“Wait, are you being serious?” He perked up almost immediately and she almost laughed at the suddenness of the change. If anyone was listening in other than her brother, they’d think they had gone mad seeing a man so feared pining like so many love-struck idiots. Capsize might question his taste, but she supposed men weren’t exactly her forte in the first place. If her friend needed help, she could provide it.

“Course. You dress up all nice and go to the bar tomorrow evening. After I’m done with customers, we can get a private booth and have a very loud, very unsubtle romantic rendezvous that even Jordan won’t be able to miss,” She said. It shouldn’t be too hard. Even if the man was oblivious, the two of them knew how to command attention and the idea of them dating would be enough to turn heads, especially that of the bartender they’d be ordering drinks from. Honestly, it was worth trying just to see the look on the man’s face, but that wasn’t actually enough for her to do this for free. “And in return you can pick up Red’s bar tab for the night.”

“That’ll be more expensive than the gem!” He exclaimed, embarrassment hitting as he heard laughter from outside the door. Capsize merely smiled.

“I’ll be ruining my reputation. There’s plenty of people that I don’t want to think that we’re dating,” She said. It would take a good month to clean up the mess, she was sure. Again, totally worth it for the look on Jordan’s face, but it would be headache inducing. A night of paying for her brother’s bad habit seemed like a fair enough trade to her.

“Oh, you mean one goody two-shoes cop?” Tom truly meant to ask the question jokingly, as he was more amused by the two’s friendship (as Capsize insisted it was merely friendship) than anything else but Capsize tensed. It was only for a split second, but it was enough to worry him since it was a very un-Capsize-like reaction. She trusted their friendship enough to know he didn’t care, so why did she flinch at a joke? “Who’s said something to you?”

“No one.”

“No, you don’t flinch at jokes about this. We’ve been making jokes for months about your frankly unbelievable crush on the only cop in the city that won’t take bribes. Who’s said something?”

“The capo you sent to oversee the last delivery,” She said quietly, not liking how precarious the memory made her feel. She liked to keep her genuine fears hidden, between herself and Red behind closed doors, because even if she knew and trusted that Tom wasn’t going to have her disappear, his underlings had power themselves. One wrong move and her body wouldn’t be found, though that had been the exact opposite of what she had been threatened with. “He said you should sacrifice me to Dianite like you’ve been doing with the other traitors, gut me like a fish so people know what happens if they get close to that…”

Capsize took a sip of her drink rather than repeat the insult. She knew, obviously, that the sacrifice-like murders weren’t actually being done by Tom. They’d laughed at the idea when the papers had suggested it a few months back. If he was going to sacrifice someone to Dianite he’d made sure to sign his name in bold letters so he could get the credit, but it didn’t make her take the threat any less seriously.

“He tried suggesting he might do it himself, though Red managed to spook him off that idea.”

“Oh, it seems like someone needs to relearn their place in the hierarchy,” Tom spoke darkly, his whiskey glass held with a white-knuckle grip. People thought they could work for him and just run their mouths. Did they really think they were going to get away with threatening his friend and potentially ruining the gang’s relationship with his go-to black-marker dealer and information broker. Even without the personal side, if he ever lost favour with Capsize the number of secrets she could sell would be enough to ruin his empire. Someone going on an ego-trip and possibly causing an issue like that was an unacceptable liability. “Promise you, by tomorrow night he won’t be around to threaten you again.”

“Efficient as always.”

“I can’t have people getting too big for their boots,” They both spoke as if it was strictly business, as if Capsize hadn’t been genuinely scared and Tom wasn’t genuinely angry. It was easier that way. They both knew the lives they lead. That a single slip up could be all it took for their businesses to come crumbling down around them. But why worry about the endless possible ways things could end? The night was still young, and they were friends. So why stress when they could discuss their upcoming fake date the following night? It wasn’t as if anything terrible was going to happen anytime soon.

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