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Siren’s lullaby - Summary: (Y/N) seeks the Witcher to help her capture the woman that shed the blood of her family. She may have the voice of an angel but her intentions are far from heavenly.

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Chapter one: Forest 

UD- 24th June 2021

Summary: AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Warning! some themes that are triggering to some: VIOLENCE, NON-CON THEMES, DRUGS AND ALCHOL USE, BLOOD.

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inner thoughts for the reader are in bold italic

telepathic communication between people are in italic

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Chapter II- crimson : Chapter III-Hiraeth 

The silence is too loud.

The music was booming for everyone else, but as she zoned out and watched as he danced with her. The silence became familiar- again. She could feel the bass of the music, the rhythm and how the floor vibrated with every living soul in the room jumping and twisting to the music.

But she stood still, watching- painfully as he dances with her. It was worse enough that he did not know how she felt about him but watching him dance with someone else was what made the tears fall, the heart claw its way out of her chest and break at her feet.

“Hey, (Y/N). I’m going to head out back for a quick smoke.” She nodded numbly as her eyes stained the image in her head of her arms around his shoulders. She jumped slightly when a heavy hand was placed on the side of her arm. “Yes, James. I know, you’re going for a smoke,” she spoke loudly as she turned to face unfamiliar green eyes that sharply stared back. She mustered a tight smile when he mouthed ‘hello’.

“Can I buy you a drink?” She stared at him, confusion running through her mind as she tried to piece together what he said. After a few moments of silence, she gestured to her ears indicating that she could not hear him. That is when he leaned in closer; so close that she felt his nose nudge the top of her ear lobe.

“Can I buy you a drink?” His warm breath sent a flutter in her stomach as his deep voice whispered to her.

Not being able to muster up the courage to speak. She weakly nodded back, stunned that a man like him would offer to buy a woman like her a drink. She blinked once, twice, three times and yet she could not come to terms with the fact that he was holding her hand and leading her towards the bar.

Sliding into the last stool against the bar she tilted her head back a bit to look at the man standing before her. She watched as he leant over to order the two drinks and licked her lips slightly. ‘When were they so dry?’ she asked herself. Reaching into her bag she quickly applied a thin layer of Chapstick to her patchy lips. But a feeling of being watched made her slowed down her motion; looking up she met the curious eyes of wonder-boy in front of her. His green eyes gleamed with humour.

“What?” She quietly mumble, yet he seemed to know what she said. He shook his head slightly before nudging her legs open to stand closer to her.

“You work fast,” his chuckle vibrated throughout her body. Laughing along with him she shook her head in return.

“No, no my lips were just dry. I swear. But you’d know when I’m working.” She blushed slightly at the sudden courage.

The feeling felt foreign but nice.

She tilted her head to the side as she watched the man’s eyes scan over her face. Just her face, not her cleavage that was suffocating in the tight romper that Natasha made her wear. And not her legs, which even she could not deny looked good in the romper, however it was just a little bit too high for her liking. She glanced to the side for a split second, a smirk tugging onto the corner of her lips as she saw the drink Kelly, the bartender, was sliding over.

“Blowjob?” Green eyes grew wide within a second, shock evident in the sparkling orbs.

“What!”

“My blowjob, can you just reach over and get it please?” She tilted her head, showing green eyes where her drink was sat there waiting. She had to stop herself form blushing as the man’s hands gripped onto her thighs lightly to stabilise himself as he lent back to grab the drink. She drunk in the image of his shirt under stress from the simple motion. She blushed profusely as she gazed upon his nipples that were perking through the material.

A cough interrupted her moment, gazing through her long eyelashes she saw the chocolate and vanilla swirl substance in the shot glass in the man’s hands. Timidly she reached out and grabbed the glass; without a second thought she threw her head back and downed the shot. Vodka and Belgium chocolate mixed with vanilla essence filled her senses. She let out a small moan as the smooth texture slipped down her throat. Cooling her burning throat.

Making eye contact with the emerald eyes; she swiped her tongue around the circumference of the glass, as if mimicking the motion of her tongue when she would be giving the desired lustrous motion.

“Does it taste nice? I think I should get one.” The man’s throat moved as he swallowed deeply, flustered with the gesture he saw in front of him.

Shaking her head, she maintained eye contact with the beauty in front of her; dropping the shot glass onto the bar she reached forward and grabbed the back of the man’s thick neck, drawing closer she glanced at his lips before looking back into his eyes, that had grown a shade darker. 

(E/C) eyes stared into a forest so green, she lost herself in its beauty. He followed her the rest of the way and he planted his lips onto her plump ones, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. First it was slow and timid until she gently swiped her tongue onto the bottom of his now swollen lip.

Lips battled together as tongues fought for dominance. The taste of the blowjob was shared between them, causing him to moan at the sweet and bitter taste of the drink.

Moments passed before the two broke apart for air, chests rising and falling heavily, they each sported a goofy smile. He licked his lips, staring at the blushing mess in front of him.

“It tastes nice doesn’t it?” Her voice was husky, a slight rasp to it that she suddenly gained out of nowhere. The man shook his head.

She rose a perfectly arched eyebrow in confusion, slightly disappointed that she did not achieve her goal.

“I only got to taste it a little bit, I think I need to try it again.” A flash of mischief darted across his eyes, soon seen in hers too. She threw her head back laughing, catching the attention of her friends.

Nodding happily, she watched as the man stood from his seat and walked closer between her legs, she was just a few inches shorter than him on the high bar stool, her forehead coming to his eyebrows.

“The names Damien by the way.” She chuckled lowly and quickly pecked his lips.

“(Y/N),” she hummed as they came together, losing themselves in teeth and tongues. They lost themselves in the moment, lost themselves in the feeling that overcame all their senses.

Lost themselves in each other.

(Y/N)’s hand slid down and pressed on Damien’s chest, lightly pushing him away before they both suffocated in their not-so silent adventure of lust.

“I think…” Her words got lost as she gulped; eyes fixated on a bead of sweat that lusciously travelled down his thick neck. “I think we are in a too public place for this?” She tilted her head as her eyes cast over the crowd; although most of them were either too intoxicated or horny to care. She still felt self-conscious. To exposed to be doing something intimate yet whorish in public. Damien nodded his head, causing the mop of jet-black curls on top of his head to wobble childishly.

His grip on her thighs tightened a bit before he realised what she meant; nodding he grabbed her hands and helped her stand, not before flagging down a bartender ordering another drink. He turned to her, eyes ablaze before his husky voice floated out his mouth and down her hopeless body:

“Meet me on the west-balcony? I’ll get us a beer.” He nodded before turning back around to pay for the drinks.

With a skip in her step, (Y/N) pushed past the sweaty mass of bodies and made her way to the small black and violet metal staircase that spiralled upward to the next level. Just as her hand reached the railing to support herself a rough hand gently came down on hers, halting her in her venture upstairs.

“Where are you going?” His voice was not loud, it was soft and calming to her, but it held the same authoritative tone that was always present whenever they’d gone on missions. And she hated that he was not letting go like he should be. Especially with her, with them getting all handsy and- fuck did she hate seeing the two of them together.

Quickly glancing into his captivating eyes, she blinks profusely to get the image out of her head before looking over his broad shoulder; to the woman that caused the fire in her stomach to burn her intestines and heart.

“Upstairs, is that a problem?” She looked him in the eyes again, praying not to crumble under the intensity of them.

“No, it’s just, I um. I don’t know if you should be alone with that man by yourself.” His left hand came up and scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Normally she would have found it cute, sexy even. But tonight, right then and there it angered her more.

Ripping her hand from under his right one, as if it scorched her skin, she pointed it up, so it hovered in front of his nose; her eyes squinted slightly as her shoulders squared, telling the man in front of her that she’s mad.

“You, Mr Steve Roger, fucking Captain America: told the team to come out here to let lose, enjoy ourselves, and for one goddam minute I get a chance to do that, you have to come along and break the moment of freedom I have.” She scoffed as she looked over her shoulder and watched Damien walk over, his right hand holding a ‘Strawberry & Lime’ Kopparberg and his left a Corona. He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

“Go back to your show girl Steve, please I’m trying to act like everything is okay for me, and you doing that is making it so much easier.” Damien came over and handed her the Kopparberg before slipping his arm around her waist.

“(Y/N), what are you talking about,” his eyes burned with immense fire as he watched her turn around to walk up the stairs with the strange man. She turned to look over at him one more time, wishing she could just jump into his arms and hold him, tell him she loves him.

“I’ll see you later Rogers,” nodding to herself she brought the bottle to her lips and chugged half of it down in fear she would end up crying. She cannot cry, it’s not the time.

Never is.

She grabbed onto Damien’s shoulder as they clambered up the spiral staircase and broke their way onto the empty balcony.

Fresh air slapped (Y/N) on the face harshly as she emerged from the inferno of a building, she welcomed the new oxygen with open arms giddily skipping her way to the railing that looked over the New York scene, jaw hanging as she took in the plethora of lights and bodies.

She’s lived here for so many years now and will never get used to the scene of New York at night, the lights on buildings, cars, and the people. The people are truly the greatest sight to behold.

Sitting high enough so you can gaze down upon them but not be immediately spotted was the best way to watch the bustle of flesh and bones; the outfits, the conversations and the body language gave her hours of entertainment as she watched from building rooftops. Occasionally sitting with her legs dangling off the side as she ate lunch and watched the people move below with no idea of being watched by the mastermind behind every Avengers OP.

“You look like you’ve never seen New York before,” she just hummed as she gulped down the rest of her fruity cider. She set it down by her feet before straightening up and looking back at the sight before her.

(Y/N) looked down and smiled as she saw Bucky leaning against the wall of the club that juts out, smoothly talking to a girl with red hair; ‘Doesn’t have a type my ass.’ She scoffed as she thought to herself. She heard the sound of someone clearing their throat which caused her to whip her head around, maybe a little bit too fast as her vision begins to become a bit blurry.

Stumbling slightly; she grabs onto the railing behind her tightly as her foot bends awkwardly in her white heels – “What?”- her Black and green romper suddenly starts to become a little bit too tight as her senses overload, noises get louder and quieter at the same time, her breathing sounds foreign to her own ears, her body is suddenly covered in a light sheet of sweat.

She moaned as her head throbs along with the loud vibration of the music below her feet. She slowly lifts her head to meet Damien, a strangled moan escapes her lips as she lets go of the railings and tries to walk towards him. But she couldn’t even but one foot in front of the other. She felt herself stumble to the ground before a pair of strong arms gripped her waist tightly pulling her securely to their chest. ‘Steve?’  the thought echoed tauntingly in her head as her fear stained (E/C) eyes met forest green. A forest haunted with monsters and nightmares.

A forest she once wanted to get lost in, but now is trapped and running for help. “Look at you. We are going to have fun, aren’t we.” A smile spread across his face as he slowly put his arms underneath her legs to hike her up, he held her to his chest before walking back towards the door, he mumbled as one of her white heels slipped of her feet but simply kicked it to the side as he continued his adventure back inside.

The world spun around her as she laid still, helplessly in her capture’s arms. She couldn’t move, it was like she was trapped in her own body aware of the things going on, yet uncapable of doing anything about it. Her head limply fell to the right and her eyes widened when she saw the familiar navy-blue dress shirt among the mass of black and white; she saw him, her hope.

But her hope couldn’t see her.

She mumbled pathetically and mustered all her strength to move out of Damien’s hold. But it was nothing because he didn’t even visibly flinch or tighten his grip.

Nothing.

She was suddenly pulled further into his chest so he could adjust his grip. She was pulled closer to the devil, her death.

Her end.

Damien’s smile grew bigger as he moved his leg slightly to open the office door in front of him, joy ran through his body, glad he wasn’t caught or stopped. Even if he were, nothing would stop him having her. He’d been watching her since he saw her waiting outside in the line for the club. His other plans would have to wait, he needs her, one way or another. 

Needs.

Consent or not he didn’t care. It was more fun without anyway.

He walked further into the office and looked to his left seeing the small living area and office that looked over the club. A massive one- way mirror let him look over the scene of cash flow without anyone seeing him. To the right the kitchen acted as a divider between living space and bedroom, a small archway close to the front door led back to the bed and bathroom. Turning right he walked through the archway and smirked when he saw his king-size bed calling out to him. He peered down at (Y/N) in his arms and laughed when he saw her eyes furiously moving around trying to make out her surroundings.

Walking to the end of the bed he chucked her down and watched her bounce as she roughly hit the mattress. He shivered in joy as a moan of pain slipped through her plump lips. He stood in the archway and watched as she struggled to lift her upper body off the mattress. A whine escaped her lips that slowly turned into a pathetic sob once she realised, she was paralysed to the fate that was inevitable.

He stalked towards her, like an animal in a hunt, growling in pride when he came to stand in front of her; grabbing her ankles, he dragged her till her hips lay on the bed with the rest of her upper body.

“Shush now pretty girl, let Daddy enjoy his moment.” Gargled sobbing filled the silence as he took in the image of her lying before her, helpless.

“No,” her voice was quiet but loud enough for him to hardly hear it, it caused a growl to arise from his stomach as he launched forward and grabbed the neckline of her romper and tore it. Fabric flew everywhere, buttons bounced off of the walls and the sound caused a moan to escaped Damien’s mouth.

He watched as goose bumps covered her exposed abdomen and chest, his eyes hungrily drank in the sight before they moved to the lace covered chest. He watched the movement as she took in every rigid inhale and exhale. 

“You’re spoiling me (Y/N).” He reached out and cupped her breast, pride swelled within him as he pinched the middle and unclasped it easily, letting the mounds of flesh breathe. His attention on her chest was undivided until he felt her leg kick him weakly. He looked into her glassy (E/C) eyes and tutted tauntingly at her before looking down at her legs as she kicked him again.

But his breath caught once they caught sight of her lace covered crotch, heat flooded to his stomach and crotch as he noticed her lace panties matched her bra, forest green. They contrasted perfectly with her dark skin tone, like a forbidden fruit he knew he couldn’t touch. But fuck rules.

“You were made for me baby girl,” his smile became toothy as he goofily giggled to himself, reaching out to pull her panties down.

(Y/N)’s eyes grew stormy as they filled with tears that cascaded down her flushed face, the drugs were working, she knew that much as she couldn’t move and felt so disorientated.

Goosebumps littered her skin and organs as she felt sweaty hands caress her trembling thighs. Were they trembling? She couldn’t feel it; she can’t feel anything however she does feel one thing.

Emptiness, she felt it the moment her back painfully hit the mattress. She felt hollow, and empty shell that once held liveliness and love.

“Stop, no, no!” Her voice rose slightly when she felt his hands around her waist, she looked into his snake green eyes and cringed; the fire within them burnt her soul, she was fucked, she knew it.

She gasped as she was lifted slightly and whipped upwards suddenly, her head rolled backwards and to the side at the sudden movement. Her heart hammered in her chest; it overpowered the feeling of the bass beneath them.

The club, god how people are clueless. She’s in her worst nightmare whilst people are swallowed in lust, drugs, and alcohol to notice. Her team is enjoying their free time to notice.

Steve’s to busy wrapped in her grip to notice. And she told him to.

‘It’s all your fault (Y/N).’

‘I know, I know…’

‘You let him slip through your fingers again and this is the consequence.’

‘I’m sorry’

A whimper left her mouth as she realised what she did, how she condemned herself to this hell. This grip that would never let her go, scarring her for life and haunting her dreams.

She jerked forward as she felt herself being situated onto Damien’s lap as he pulled her towards him. Before she could realise his lips slobbered overs hers, vacuuming them in as he swallowed her lips. (Y/N) tried to pull back, but her efforts were useless.

Stupid.

His hands travelled down and groped her ass cheeks, painfully grabbing them as he forced her to rock against his growing erection. Her eyes stayed wide open, watching his closed ones as he continued his assault. The tears never stopped.

Never.

A breath of frustration left his mouth as he forced her off his lap and shoved her back onto the bed. He clambered over her limp body and sat, hard, on her pelvis, causing a scream to escape her mouth.

He just smiled and reach down to unbuckle his belt.

“Stop! Help me, please someone help. Please!” Her voice grew louder by the second, desperation causing it to boom throughout the room. She continued screaming, fear growing in her as she noticed that he hadn’t tried to stop her from screaming.

“Scream all you like baby girl, no one’s gonna hear you. To noisy downstairs.” His belt became slack as he watched the horror of the situation finally wash over her face. The smirk remained as the cascade of tears increased but was immediately wiped of when a hard force hit his cheek.

“Fuck. You.” Her voice cracked with anger, she stared daringly into the fiery gaze that was casted down upon her from the man that sat upon her pelvis. The anger filled the room and caused the temperature to increase.

Her vision swirled as she was violently flipped onto her stomach, she didn’t even notice Damien move off of her. But she did notice his hands coming to hold her hips to lift her, so her ass was in the air. A feeling suddenly came crashing through her system and she felt the strength to surge forward. Her body moved, and she managed to fall onto the floor, she cried out as she shuffled forward. But that cry died when the arms of death grabbed her again and hauled her up from the floor.

“NO! No get off of me! Get the fuck off me!” (Y/N)’s legs flayed about as she used all her mustered-up energy to fight him off.

“God dammit you slut, stop fighting me,” his growl ripped through her body and it caused her to fight harder. She flung her head backwards, so it slammed down to hit his nose; causing him to let her go, she stumbled forward from the sudden force but maintained her balance long enough to let her turn around and grab his hair. She slammed her knee into his ribcage causing a loud crack to fill the prison cell and sighed as she watched him fall to the ground holding his abdomen.

Her vision swam as she navigated her way through the haunting environment; she made her way to the open planned space, ran to the large window and rapidly banged her fists against the window, she screamed louder hoping someone would hear but gave up realising her efforts were futile.

Turning around clumsily she whipped her head back and forth looking for the door, she saw two. One to her left and one to her right.

“Fuck.” She heard Damien groan quietly and made a rash decision.

Right, fuck it.

She stepped quickly not trusting herself to run, she couldn’t even see straight. Her hands flayed about touching everything in her path to make sure she didn’t bump into anything; she didn’t look back at the sound of a lamp and vase smashing on the ground as she knocked them over on her way to her freedom. Her hand wrapped around the knob she twisted it left before opening it all the way, her heart clenched as she saw the lights and heard the music grow louder in the familiar hallway. Her left foot dragged against the floor as she walked forward. Her breathing drowned out the music.

“No!” the hand around her ankle forced her to trip over and fall on her left shoulder; she looked down at her feet and cried louder at the monster that clung to her ankle dragging her back into his cave.

She kicked out with her free foot and shuddered slightly as it came in contact with his eye, she moved onto her elbows and used them to drag herself forward. She army crawled forward for what felt like forever before the same sweaty hands came onto her shoulders and turned her around. The pressure on her stomach made her aware of the man sat on her ribcage, she felt her heart coming out of her chest.

“Get off!” Her hands waved out and tried hitting Damien, but he was one step ahead of her and grabbed a hold of her wrists before placing them in his right hand and bringing them down to her chest.

“You bitch, I’m gonna make this hurt,” her head came up and before she could think, spit flew from her mouth and landed on his ironically perfect face. She sobbed as he stared dead at her face, unmoving, nerve wracking. “Help!” her scream rattled her bones as it came back hollow, no one heard it she knew she was helplessly screaming.

“Get o- “(Y/N)’s scream was cut short as hands wrapped around her throat; then, clamped down and squeezed, her legs kicked out helplessly and her vision pulsed as the air was clamped shut. Her temples throbbed and pulsed as her hearing was drowned out by the rapid beating of her heart. It hammered against her ribcage begging to be released.

Her vision turned red as she gazed into the eyes of the man, who she thought was safe, welcoming. But it’s her fault; being surrounded by all types of criminals should’ve told her not to trust a random man, no matter how captivating his eyes are. But her mind being clouded with thoughts of a certain man led to her not thinking straight.

Or was she?

Was she thinking straight enough to know the consequences, no matter how big or small? If she were to wake up naked in his bed after a good night of consensual, sensual sex; or if she went on to regret the decision or a small token of the decision stayed within her for nine months and a following lifetime. (Y/N)’s head felt close to exploding as it filled with all different scenarios that could’ve had a happy ending, or at least a moderate one. But the tighter the hands wrapped around her neck, the more her vision turned red and the more her head filled with a mediocre distraction.

“Your eyes look even more beautiful.” His voice held a tone of adoration and lust, it made (Y/N) want to throw up. His green eyes sparkled with glee at the sight of the whites of her eyes turning red. Green eyes scanned the nakedness that lay before him, goosebumps and stretch marks adorned her beautiful dark skin at it was all for him. He licked his lips hungrily, once Kuznetsov was done with her he’d ask for her back. Yes, he’d keep her.

She clawed at his hands and wrists, trying to stop him. Pathetically. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his wrists, hoping to loosen the grip he had on her fragile neck. But her strength started to vanish, weaken. Her ragged breaths grew shorter and quieter as she felt the last of her oxygen leave her body. But with one last breath she mustered up the strength to scream one last time. “Bucky!” she gasped as the hands tightened more, she tilted her head backwards as she felt a different vibration rock her body. She knew doing this would cause the effects of Damien’s hands to work faster but she didn’t care. 

Not now.

Her vision was clouded with black dots as she saw the familiar glint of the Vibranium arm, it sent a dull wave of relief through her body.

“Get the fuck off of her, you monster!” Bucky’s voice felt like it was miles away, as it bounced off her eardrums and back into the dark hallway.

The pressure of her neck was released suddenly causing her to gasp for air, her back arching upwards as if a string were pulling her chest towards the ceiling. Everything hit (Y/N) at once, the chilling air made her realise how exposed she was. The lights burned her eyes and the voices in her head made her realise how close she was to the edge.

Her head spun in rapid circles as the tidal wave of oxygen crashed violently against her system. The pain became unbearable as she started to cry, a hoarse sob of sorts as her throat contracted violently.

She felt the floor shake dangerously under her, the sound of metal on flesh filled her ears, the sound of running feet, the sound of an injured man begging for mercy.

She couldn’t breathe properly; her chest felt sore, broken. Just like her will to live.

Her body felt weightless as its floated teetering on the edge of life and death, even with no hands grappling her throat, she still couldn’t breathe. She just felt so tired, so tired.

(Y/N)’s eyes stayed open, wide open, as she tried to fight for one deep breath, just one. But it came and went before she could even register, she was breathing. It became unbearable after a while; she needed to rest, to sleep or die.

Whatever stopped the pain.

“Romanova!” the name barely entered her head as she watched the light above her head started to flicker.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

It distracted her for a while, enough to not realise the growing sound of a stampede of feet running underneath her.

‘(Y/N), respira’ [(Y/N) breathe]

The witches voice in her head caused her to let out a painful gasp, she squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden pain.

‘I can’t do this anymore, it hurts.’

“(Y/N), sunt aici acum. Deschide-ti ochii.” [I’m here now open your eyes]

Wanda’s calming voice caused her muscles to relax. Her chest arched upwards as her eyes unscrewed themselves. She let out a sob, not caring about the searing pain that shot down her throat. The back of her eyes felt sore as her vision came back; she struggled to keep them open, but the sight of the red-headed witch gave her strength. Hope.

“Wa-” her voice cut off with a strangled cry. Her throat felt as if a hot iron rod was shoved down it and as it was pulled back it caught the flesh lining the walls of her windpipe and tore it apart. The pain was unbearable. She wondered for a split second how much pain Damien had actually caused her body, internally and externally.

Mentally and emotionally.

“Taci acum” [ Hush now]

She felts Wanda’s cold hands caress her burning forehead lovingly, it gave her a moment of relief, short and quick. The hand slipped to the back of (Y/N)’s head and lifted it up onto Wanda’s lap; the witch carefully stroked the (H/C) hair carefully.

Her hands were absorbed in a red hue as she soothed the sobbing woman in her grasp, begging herself not to come to tears for her friends.

“Hush now my love. Just try to stay awake. Okay?” Her voice broke slightly at the sight of the broken woman underneath her hands. She could feel the chaos raging around in her head, the symphony of emotions plagiarizing her heart. But all she saw was a tired woman, paling and cracking under the pressure of the situation.

“But I’m so tired. Please, just five minutes.” The voice inside Wanda’s head didn’t belong to the woman in her lap, it was too quiet, too fragile. The whisper echoed in her head, Wanda let out a whimper as her bottom lip trembled; trying to stop herself from crying, trying to be strong for her (Y/N). She shook her head as tears fell, stroking the (H/C) locs in a soothing way. She sucked in a breath, reminding herself to stay strong.

“Respiră, dragostea mea,totul se va termina curand. Iti promit.” [Breathe my Love, everything will be over soon. I promise.]

The strangled cry that left the Sokovian’s mouth as she watched (Y/N)’s eyes flutter close, brought the attention of the group that were surrounding Damien’s battered and beaten body, pleading for the abuse to stop. The pleads stopped as a heeled foot came down hard on the man’s head. Natasha’s turned and immediately stopped when she saw Wanda’s arms wrapped around (Y/N)’s head, back hunched over protectively as she rocked back and forth, the Romanian was distorted by the sobs leaving her mouth.

“Wanda? What. What’s, I. Wanda?” The words came out mumbled and quiet as Natasha kneeled down and held (Y/N)’s blood covered hand in hers. The bruises on her body were developing quickly. He decorated his canvas, stripped her bare of clothes and humanity. Her face faltered for a moment; an internal conflict was battering her emotions, her heart was hammering rapidly against her ribs adding to the horrible gut feeling, however, her brain was standing still as emotions and signals were firing continuously and the instincts, she’d gained from her line of work were telling her to stay void and kill the fucker who did this to her. But she couldn’t come to terms with reality fast enough. Because next thing Natasha knew, her feet grazed the ground momentarily as someone lifted her and moved her to the side hastily. She blinked once, twice and the image in front of her was still disordered like the cable wasn’t plugged in properly. Image fuzzy, sound all warble.

Stomach curdling.

“Wanda, let go. Please, I need to get her to the car.” Tony’s voice didn’t waver as he held onto the witch’s shoulders. Shaking them slightly, as if to stop the chanting coming from the broken woman.

“Te rog, Wanda.” [Please Wanda]

Bucky’s voice held authority as his right hand gently wrapped around the witch’s waist and dragged her off the battered woman on the floor. Looking up at Tony; the solider nodded his head briefly, brunette locks flopped down to cover his eyes as he swiftly moved his head to rest atop of the sobbing ball in his arm.

Bucky’s and Wanda’s relationship has always been strong, it was bound to be as they’d all been through the hardship of Hydra’s suffocating grasp. They shared the same fear, shielded themselves away from the losses that was caused by the octopus symbol that haunted their life.

Experiments, torture, pain, death.

Loss.

Death.

Pain.

Loss.

Death.

It all repeated itself after a while, became normal. Even if they watched from the side-lines, it became their normal. Their life. And not once did they think twice, because all that caused was more misery.

His left arm came up to brush her hair soothingly as he mumbled softly to her. Only looking over his shoulder once to make sure (Y/N) was okay.

“Come kid. Hey Nat, call Cho tell her to set up shop in the lab immediately. And if she says she’s busy. Tell her I’ll get her that date with pointbreak.” Tony took Bucky’s leather jacket and carefully wrapped around (Y/N), then with delicate hands, his arms went under knees and the back of her shoulders as he lifted her up. He swayed slightly as the tequila from earlier said a quick hello.

One foot in front of the other, that’s all Tony thought about as he rushed down the darkened hallway, Natasha in front of him slightly on the phone to Doctor Helen Cho. Her voice was low and harsh as she briskly walked ahead, negotiating down the phone. His eyes narrowed slightly as a thought processed through his mind quickly.

“No.” But as soon as the small whimper left (Y/N) lips it faded away, his paced never slowed as he looked down at the woman in his arms. Her face was swelling, her lips cut and blood slowly creeping out of her mouth.

“Friday bring the cars round back please and tell the team. And get someone to pick up that piece of shit on the floor,” his request was met with a simple ‘Yes Sir’ as he continued down the never-ending hallway. He faltered when his brown eyes caught sight of Natasha reluctantly picking up the discarded white heel thrown carelessly to the side. They were (Y/N)’s; he was there as he watched her ogle them through the charity shop window. He’s the one who bought them for her. He’s the one who told her to wear them tonight.

 If he stopped now, he’d break.

So, his journey continued down the spiral staircase, his eyes met Happy’s through the crowd as his guard came to meet him by the staircase. With a nod shared between both men, they set out towards the back of the club. Not a single look was casted their way and it sent a shiver through Happy’s spine. If a man carrying an unconscious woman, or person, through the club isn’t strange, then how often does this sort of thing happen?

The fresh air caused the hair on everyone’s body to stand on edge, it was a massive change from sweaty hot bodies grinding upon each other to a cold and empty atmosphere. It brought a calming sensation through Stark’s mind. But his mind wasn’t at ease for long as the plague came back and rattled his body, squeezed his skull till it felt like it was suffocating his brain.

“Cho’s setting up shop as we speak, we need to go now. Bucky and Wilson said they’d meet us there. They just need to deal with trash control. Wanda’s finding Rogers and Barton is calling Fury as we speak.” The red head placed a hand on the older man’s shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it go as the sound of squealing tires breached their ears.

“Let’s go, she is getting cold.” His voice was hard, void of the usual sarcasm and teasing. The doors opened as the car came to a halt. Placing (Y/N) in the back seat, he laid her down gently placing her head on Natasha’s lap once she got in the other side. He closed the door, jaw clenched and the moment he turned he launched his foot forward and kicked over the trash can.

“Fuck!” His yell was loud and drowning in pain and guilt. His breathing came out in gasps as he tilted his head back and looked up at the clouded sky. Clogged with pollution, not a single star was seen.

He sharply turned and got into the car, muttering a simple ‘go’ too Happy in the driver seat. Head pushed back as they sped away from the club and to the compound. _______________

translation, with the help of my dear friend @primavera-allegoria 

(‘(Y/N) respira’ = (Y/N), breathe)

(Ray, sunt aici acum. Deschide-ti ochii = I’m here now open your eyes)

( Doare = it hurts)

( Respiră, dragostea mea totul se va termina curand. Iti promit.= Breathe my Love, everything will be over soon. I promise.)

( Te rog, Wanda = Please Wanda)

I’ll keep you safe.

05/10/21

Homelander X Innocent!Reader (female). 

This was request by the lovely @queenieheartsbitches​, they requested that I do Homelander x reader fic where the reader will be naïve and innocent. This Fic will have a dark tone to it so please read at your own risk. I am so sorry it took so long, but it is what it is. if you enjoy please leave a comment about what you liked and don’t be afraid to reblog and reach out for some requests of your own. 

Words: 2.4K

Summary: Homelander has the need to protect the last piece of innocence left in his life, keeping her away from the darkness that is Vought. He grew up with her in the labs that made him who he is today, yet they had completely different upbringings. But she is his, no matter what. 

Warnings: Dub/Con elements, language, menstrual cycle and blood, manipulation, mentions of violence, Homelander basically using the readers naivety against her. 

[Masterlist] - Part Two

1994

The first few years of (Y/N)’s life was spent in a glass box; fitted with a bed, table, and chair. If she wasn’t being tested on or testing her powers, they kept her in that box. Food was passed through a slot to the side of the door, she had a limited number of toys that were her only friends for a while. She named them Bricky and Blocky, they were two dolls that didn’t have faces. In fact, they didn’t have any defining features at all, but she was attached to the two toys like no mans business.

When she was eight, her best friend entered her life, she called them Doctor Brookes. The Doctor was a smoothed face woman in her late thirties, with high cheek bones and hooded-almond eyes, her thick black hair was always kept up in a neatly wrapped bun at the back of her head with a pen always sticking out of it at an angle. The moment (Y/N) met the Doctor she noticed how tall and slender the woman was, she found the doctor breathtakingly beautiful. But there was something dark behind the Doctor’s eyes that always made her take caution with the way she spoke and moved. But the Doctor was the greatest friend (Y/N) ever had. Next to John of course.

When (Y/N) was nine years and eleven days old she awoke to pain in her stomach and blood flowing from her thighs, she did the only thing she could think of and screamed. After the hysteria was over, Dr Brookes came to the glass box and sat her down on her lumpy bed and explained how her body was changing, but it was different.

“Your body is changing, you will turn into a woman, but you won’t be like every other woman out there (Y/N). Do you understand?” The red lipstick was captivating, (Y/N) watched her mouth move as the words poured out.

“All the test we have been doing are making you better and your body is finally healing. You will become powerful little warrior.”

‘Warrior, huh no ones ever called me that before,’ her mind was racing as she thought of the days and years to come.

“Will it hurt?” Her voice was timid as she clutch Bricky and Blocky to her chest, her little heart was starting to ache with how fast it was beating.

“Of course,’ the doctors hand was places delicately on (Y/N) warm cheek, ‘but you will power through it. Won’t you little one?” Brown eyes bored into (Y/N)’s and held her gaze with a look that left a chill to run down (Y/N)’s spine.

“Yes Doctor.” White teeth came into view as the Doctor’s red lips were pulled up into a smile. There was a twinkle in her almond-hooded eyes as she clapped her hands together before standing up from her crouched position in front of (Y/N).

The glass door opened suddenly, and Doctor Vogelbaum stepped through his white coat twisted at the back and ruffled. He cleared his throat and beckoned Doctor Brooke to come over, quite words were exchanged before they both glanced over to (Y/N).

“Is she ready?” The man stalked towards the little girl sat on the bed and crouched down to inspect her, Doctor Brooke said something to him but (Y/N)’s attention was on the coldness of his eyes. She winced when he harshly pinched her round cheek and squeezed.

“Good, she’ll be a wonderful weapon for Vought.” (Y/N) shook her head violently and protested, “Doctor Brooke said I’d be a warrior!” His mouth pulled into a snarl and his yellow teeth were barred together, the anger radiating from his face made (Y/N) pull Bricky and Blocky up to her face.

“You little girl,’ the dolls were ripped from (Y/N)’s grip,’ will be the weapon we made you to be, you can pretend you are a warrior, but you were made to be a weapon.” Doctor Vogelbaum turned and walked away ignoring the wailing from the little girl trapped in the glass box.

2019

“Can we go to the carnival later, I heard they had deep-fried chocolate bars.” His ridiculous cape blocked (Y/N)’s view of the TV screen. She sat, with her legs propped up on the glass table watching the trailer for Vought’s newest hero addition. But her vision got cut off when John came storming into the meeting room muttering about how ungrateful everyone was. As far as (Y/N) was concerned John wasn’t talking about her because she was always grateful, Doctor Brooke had taught her to always be grateful for what she had. No matter the circumstances. So, when John came in, tense and disturbed (Y/N) brought it upon herself to make the best thing in her life happy. And the carnival always made her heart fly.

“John,” her feet swung off the table and carried her to the Supe. His frame was tense, telling her all she needed to know, reaching out (Y/N) placed her hand on John’s bicep and gently stroked. Her effect on the man was visible even a blind man could sense the soft spot the legendary Homelander had for this woman.  The man in question deflated and mumbled a quite “fuck”.

(Y/N) tutted and lightly pinched the man, “watch your language J,” she trailed her hand downwards and swiftly turned the hunk of the man around until he was facing her, without question she wrapped her arms around his torso and nestled her face into his neck. After years of getting use to (Y/N)’s behaviour John still tensed when she pulled him into one of her loving hugs. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around her body, he wasn’t in the mind set for physical contact right now but that was him, the woman in his embrace was nothing like him.

Nothing.

He was raised in a lab, constantly being tested on and his only comfort was a blanket and the occasional faces he saw, that reminded him that he wasn’t forgotten. His mind was drilled and filled with war strategies and how to win people over, his mind was not filled with empathy or love and affection like most people. On the outside he was what everyone in America needed, he seemed like he had the life he wanted and the people, he showed the world how happy he was doing his job and how grateful he was to save the people of the US of A.

But on the inside, it was a whole fucking mess.

Letting out a deep sigh, John dropped his head on top of (Y/N)’s, letting her heart calm his racing mind. The scent of her was soothing, it strangely gave him a comfort of home. He lost himself to his thoughts as he stood there with her in his arm, hearts harmonising into a domestic beat. He slowly remembered how different they were, two completely different humans and yet they fit together so perfectly – he seems to think so anyway. He couldn’t bare to let her go, when he first met her the thing that stood out to him the most was how vulnerable she was. Standing with the smile of a god on her face, (E/C) eyes wide and brimming with innocence that he knew would disappear quickly if she befriended him.

But he was wrong, they had known each other for a long time, and she is still the same wide-eyed innocent motherfucker he met when he was young. He didn’t know if it was the way he was conditioned when he was younger, but his saviour complex was completely different when it came to (Y/N). To this day, he refuses to let Translucent anywhere near her, he made that mistake once and the rage he felt was other worldy and the pain he left Translucent in was something the sadist in him was extremely proud of.

“John?” her voice was muffled, and it almost went completely passed his ears, but he heard it and recognised the discomfort in her tone. He then realised that through his mindless wonder, he had subconsciously tightened his grip on her. Breathing a quick ‘sorry’ he let her go and watched curiously as she scanned his face. He knew what she was thinking, (Y/N) didn’t hide her emotions as well as she thought she did.

“What is the matter now?” her hand gently caressed his cheek, the smile on her face grew slightly as she felt John lean into it. She could feel the tense jawbone constrict and relax as he exhaled softly, she didn’t even blink when she felt John’s hands come down to rest on her hip. She was use to these administrations of affection, something that other people had a hard time wrapping their heads around. She never understood why. But she just guessed it was just down to the past these two shared, the lack of a parental figure – but it was more extreme in Johns case. Nevertheless, she still understood the crave for any kind of physical contact, the need to be heard and held.

“I just. It’s nothing my Dove. I just want to hold you.” And with that he brought is forehead down and rested it on top of hers, (Y/N) looked up through her eyelashes and observed how relaxed his face was, no hints of the stress or burden that were holding him down when he came in. It made her happy to see that he was able to relax when it came to her, it made her happy that he was able to fall apart and trust her enough to put him back together. She was suddenly distracted by the fingers that were tilting her chin upward, even more taken back by the lips that pressed gently onto her own. She pulled back and looked at the man in front of her, a warmth slowly caressed her cheeks.

“Sorry, you just shocked me a little you didn’t ask like you usually did.” Her eyes were cast downwards, watching the floor sparkle in the afternoon sun. (Y/N)’s eyes stayed down when those same fingers came back to tilt her face upwards.

“(Y/N), look at me.” (E/C) shot upwards meeting a breath taking blue, “I’m sorry I forgot, I just need you to make me feel better, is that okay?” the man asking the question watched as the woman in front of him bit her lip before nodding her head. Gently, he moved his thumb upwards and rolled her lips out from the torture of her teeth, and gently rubbed it. He smiled wolfishly when (Y/N)’s face took on a flustered look and she nodded her head slightly, a breathless whimper slipped past her lips as John gently surged forward and captured her lips again. He cupped her face and brought himself flush to her, every time he does it, he never gets over the taste of her – sweet and innocent.

(Y/N) had to suppress the noises threatening to slip past her lips as she brought her hands up to Johns chest, she couldn’t tell if her heart was beating so fast it was making her ears ring or if it was John who was having this effect on her. But either way she loved it.

She remembered the first time he kissed her, he had just come back from a taxing recon and he was pissed – excuse the bad language, she listened to him rant and rave about the incompetence of people and how no one understands the extent of his job. And after all that he still was tensed she could practically see the muscle damage through his posture, so she jumped onto him and hugged him with everything she had. She didn’t know how long they were stood there, but what she did know was that one second she’s hugging The Homelander-earths mightiest Super, and the next his hand is holding her cheek and his lips are planted on hers. John knew that was her first kiss, she quietly asked why he had done it, and he explained how she - (Y/N) (L/N) makes him feel happy, healthy, and so much better.

“I love how you make me feel like everything is going to be fine, and I need this. Don’t you want me to feel good?”

And she didn’t want to make him feel hurt, and since then whenever he needs her, she is there.

Always.

Because she loves him, as much as he loves her, and she is willing to give him everything he asks for and so much mor-

“Ms (L/N), I need to borrow Homelander for a minute.” The voice of Stillwell projected loudly into the vast room, making (Y/N) jump back in surprise. Her (E/C) eyes looked at the woman standing in the doorway, hands on her hips and face scowling at the scene in front of her. She didn’t know what it was but Madelyn never like the two of them together in the same room, (Y/N) knew if she had it her way Madelyn wouldn’t have the two of them on the same planet.

“I’ll see you later Dove,” with a quick kiss to the forehead (Y/N) watched as the man she was just kissing practically skip out of the door, with tears burning at the back of her eyes she turned around and sluggishly made her way back to the chair she was occupying moments ago.

Laying back, she looks back at the screen, still showcasing the show she was watching. But her mind was casted to the pair that had just left the room, she knew deep down in her stomach that something was going on between the two of them. But her heart couldn’t handle that. Rising her hand into the air she could see the red wisps dancing around her hand, moving her fingers slightly she watched as the sun started to dim and not long after the familiar rumble of thunder announced itself. She absentmindedly weaved her fingers around, her focus on the television, but her attention every now and then would listen to the calming storm raging outside the windows. The grey clouds encased the city below, the thunder clashed loudly in the air as rain fired down.

(Y/N) smiled slightly and closed her eyes, listening to the storm outside. She felt at peace as she waited for her John to come back, she felt at peace as the storm inside her slowly started to dissipate.

(Y/N) remembered the words of Doctor Brooke, and how right now she felt anything but a warrior. But she knew that as long as she had John, she will be okay.

How exactly is Amber Heard oppressing anyone? It never occurred that she might be telling the truth? That Johnny Depp is most likely an abusive asshole and beat her up because he’s a queerphobic misogynist. Also during the divorce when she got his money she donated all of it to organizations that help fight to end violence against women and toward women’s shelters. So why don’t we let THAT sink in.

I was going to write something about this whole JD-AH mess, but since I got this, I figured I’ll do it here.

When Amber Heard came out saying that she was a victim of domestic abuse back in 2016, I believed her. she came out saying that JD was abusive and controlling, that he was paranoid about her friends and thought that she had cheated on him with some of them. As a bisexual woman who has her own history of abuse (not domestic) and her own experiences of biphobia, I felt emotially compelled to support her.

I mean, she wouldn’t be lying about something as serious as domestic violence, right? Especially in what was the genesis of the #metoo and Time’s Up movements.

As the divorce was taken to court, it became a media circus, full with “he said, she said”. Both parties presented a great amount of evidence. But Heard’s case of domestic violence against JD was dismissed with prejudice, by herself. What does it mean? That AH’s case could not be brought back to court.

Since then, she’s been one of the public faces of the #metoo movement and human rights campaigns, she gave a speech at this year’s Women’s March and even wrote an op-ed for the Washington Post about domestic violence and harrasement. She became a spokeperson for survivors of abuse.

But then, last year, Depp came forward saying that he was the one that suffered from domestic violence. JD maintained his innocence throughout this whole ordeal, saying that he was never violent, that he never attacked her. He even filed a lawsuit for defamation in May 2019, trying to stop AH’s alleged “campaing to damage his reputation”. With this, the media circus started again, with AH coming forward with more accounts of the abuse she allegedly suffered from JD.

But, weeks ago, an audio surfaced in which is crystal clear that AH was the violent on in the relationship. Here are some of the things that are said in that audio [TW for mentions of domestic violence] :

For those of you who haven’t heard the first tape (you can find transcripts of boths leaked audios here), AH is accusing Johnny of leaving her. But to put things in perspective, he leaves when things get intense (physical violence). AH basically admits that this is not the first time things get physical. She blames JD for their fights, saying that when he leaves these situations, he’s actually making things worse. She’s also convinced that her initiating physical fights with him is the same as him defending himself, which JD refers to in the audio. The altercation being mentioned is the one that happened in May 2016, weeks before AH filed for divorce. This confirms that physical violence was recurrent on her end. 

She also continues to victim blame JD, a tactic used by abusers. “If you poke an animal enough, eventually… it doesn’t matter how friendly it is” she says to him, putting all the blame of the beating on him. “It’s your fault I’m doing this to you, you made me do this”. Classic abusive behavior. She says that if it weren’t for her love of him, she would’ve left already, but as it is, she’s the only one fighting for the relationship. She’s brave and strong, while JD is lazy and a coward (her words, not mine). 

When JD confronts her about her getting violent, she retorts by saying that sometimes she gets angry, that it is to be expected because she’s human. She sees physical violence as a normal response to her anger. I don’t know about y’all, but when I get angry I don’t start screaming at people and throwing stuff at them or hitting them. She keeps on victim blaming, saying how he makes her feel bad by making her look like a tyrant and a bully, which she actually seems to be, if you listen to the audio. 

Then, she admits to throwing pots and pans at him. Let THAT sink in for a moment. She activately says she throws stuff at him when she’s angry, but that’s not all. She says that her throwing pots, pans and vases is irrelevant. She says her violent actions are irrelevant because when all is said and thrown done, he’s doesn’t go to her door to apologize. She’s complaining about being the one having to apologize. She’s trying to guilt-trip her victim into apologizing for her own violent behaviour.

She also admits to hitting him the previous night, downplaying the gravity of her actions:

You didn’t get punched. You got hit! I’m sorry I hit you like this, but I did not punch you! I did not fucking deck you! I FUCKING WAS HITTING YOU! I don’t know WHAT the motion of my actual hand was but you’re fine! I did not hurt you! I did not punch you! I was hitting you!

She yells at him, calling him a baby for going out of the room when she was getting physical. She tells them to “grow the fuck up”. She sees herself as the one being mature because she can handle “hard times”, when in reality, it’s just her being violent to her SO.

The conversation goes on, discussing the previous night and previous incidents. But something that is bone-chilling is the fact that she says that she cannot promise to not get physical again. She justifies any violent behaviour as her “being human”, which goes on to show her toxic understanding of what a relationship is and should be.

The second audio is about her threat to JD about exposing him as an abuser. She tells him she has an incredible amount of well documented, time-stamped evidence of his alleged abuse, something that has been gojng on for years.

When you hear it, it’s basically like hearing a super-villain reveal their plans to the hero when they have them trapped on a corner. She goes into detail about her evidence, telling him how no one would believe that it was fake.

JD is calm in his response, telling her that he loves her and that he would rather not go to court (not make any of this public), since it would be damaging for both of them. He’s offering a way out before it turns into a media circus.

She mentions her reputation. At this point, her statements were already being questioned. 

One example is the incident from December 2015, in which she claims JD violently attacked her (she mentions being afraid for her life), while JD claims that it was AH that physically attacking him, leaving scratch marks across his face. Later that night, they were seen out and about in LA; JD had his face covered with big sunglasses and a hat, while AH had no discernible injuries (she claimed to have a bashed nose, which would’ve been impossible to hide with make-up).

Another example is the one altercation that happened in Australia in March 2015 while JD was filming Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales. This was the altercation in which JD almost lost a finger. AH claims JD did it to himself while being high. JD claims his injury was caused by AH when she threw a bottle of vodka at him, which impacted on a cabinet near him, causing one of the shards of glass to cut off great part of his finger. Production had to be put on hold for several days after the altercation.

When JD brings up the incident on Australia, AH loses it. She says the following:

You can please tell people that it was a fair fight, and see what the jury and the judge thinks. Tell the world Johnny! Tell them Johnny Depp, “I, Johnny Depp… a man… I’m a victim too of domestic violence!”

[…] see how many people believe OR side with you!

When JD asks her if she believes herself to be an abuser, she responds by saying that since she’s a woman, there’s no way she could ever overpower him. When he brings up the fact that all the physical altercations were started by her, this is her response:

You’re going to get up on the stand Johnny, and say [in a mocking tone] “she started it”. Really?! I have never been able to overpower you! That’s the difference between me and you!

[…]

And that’s a difference, that a whole world, and that a jury and that a judge will see that there’s a very big difference between me and you!

She’s banking on the fact that she’s a woman and that she could never hurt him, except she most certainly did… numerous times.

I believed AH, as ton of people did. I believed her when she said she was abused by JD. Only to find out, years later, that the abuser was her all along. I feel ashamed because I wasn’t able to catch the lies. But as she says in the second audio, she planted every step of the way. She used the #metoo and Time’s Up movements to further her lies. She used a community to support those lies. It’s despicable and utterly disgusting. It’s appalling that someone would even dare to use other people’s pain and suffering like that.

So, to answer your question, anon. How is it exactly that Amber Heard is oppressing people? 

Well, for starters, she most likely lied about her abuse (exposed in the first leaked audio, her plan on framing JD explained in detail in the second leaked audio). What does this mean? It means it will make it 1000x harder for real victims of abuse to come forward. It will make it harder for victims of abuse to be heard and believed. Her lies give abusers ammo to counter-argue the results of their abuse.

One of the things she used to support her allegations of abuse was JD’s biphobia, something that a lot of people (myself included) go through. There’s already this perception of bi people as being two-faced, deceitful people. We’re already being accused, both by straight people and people in the LGBTQ+ community, of being attention seekers. Her lies do nothing but harm the bisexual community, which already has to face a lot of prejudice.

So yeah, she’s oppressing two groups of people with her despicable actions. 

She used the pain of survivors feel every single day.She used the prejudice bisexual people face every single day.

So why don’t we let ALL OF THAT sink in, hm?