#( idk what he's talking about i figured we could take a shot in the dark lol thats what im doing with all my starters right now

[disgustingtwitches]

Idk the actual name but I think it's hurricane shots? Yk when people take a shot and the waitress/bartender splashes water in their face and then slaps them? Got me thinking about how some men come only for that, obviously they want reader to do that.. I can imagine Johnny and Gaz not really carrying since money money but the other two are ALWAYS watching.

-🦋

MDNI

I think I've seen someone else write about this before? But YES I WANNA WRITE ABOUT THIS THANK YOU 🦋

Gaz- "C'mon babes, ready when you are."

His voice makes your stomach do flips. He's sat on a barstool, shot in hand, waiting for your say. Once you nod, he shoots back his drink and there's a splash and smack. His head snaps to the side, he's in a bit of a daze before he starts chuckling,

"Jesus, the arm you got on you."

He's holding his face looking up at you with those pretty eyes,

"Wanna kiss it better?"

You are tempted but the next guy practically shoves him out of the stool.

Soap- Got this goofy smirk on his face, real cocksure,

"Nice an solid, a'richt?"

Throws back his drink and sticks his face out, practically begging for it. The cold water makes his face scrunch and the slap makes him gasp. His eyes flutter open and look right up at you, a wicked glint in them. You just blink at him and smile back awkwardly while he squirms in his seat, adjusting himself,

"Daein' anythin' efter this?"

Price- He's got a smug look on his face, eyes twinkling,

"Been a minute since something so pretty touched me."

He looks you up and down like he was picturing you naked, it sends a shiver up your spine. He raises his glass to you before drinking it. The cold water didn't seem to affect him. The backhand slap caught him off guard though, he winces,

"Christ..."

He's usually the authoritative figure in any situation so even though he was expecting it, the slap still shocked him. Disoriented him a little. He adjusts his hat before standing, towering over you and patting your shoulder. You swear you could hear him say he'll get you back.

Ghost- He adjusts his mask, dark eyes boring into yours. Gaz and Soap are smacking his back and shaking his shoulders,

"Dinnae gae easy on him juist cos he's scary dollface!"

You're honestly a little spooked, he's got this unnerving energy to him. He lifts his mask up just enough to take his shot and sits expectantly. You throw water on him and smack him as fast as you can, like you were afraid his skin would burn you somehow. He didn't even flinch, you weren't even sure you actually smacked him because of his (lack of) reaction. Kyle huffs,

"What else were we expecting honestly..."

Soap moves you aside to stand in front of Simon,

"A'll show ye hou tae dae it properly."

"Don't."

Ghost says in a tone so threatening you're actually in fear for the Scotsman's life.

After-hours- The boys bought you shots and for some reason, you took them. So that's how you ended up in the back of an Uber, sitting in Johnny's lap and making out with him,

"We're a package deal, hope ye dinnae mind."

He nibbles at your ear while you ask who's he's talking about.

"All o' us, o' coorse."

The driver looks back at you through his rearview mirror, your face gets hot. Kyle laughs,

"Don't get shy on us now."

[midnight-black2]

Ahh this is my first time requesting anything but I need prompt 5 for Farleigh 🙈

Imagine him being cocky for getting a higher score than reader and reader basically putting him in his place. 🫣🫣 (also i’m absolutely obsessed with your writing!!)

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : pretty much what the req says

disclaimers : sub!farleigh, dom!reader, public sexual intercourse (idk what this is called), handjob (m!recieving), slightly mean reader, degradation, ruined orgasm, probably more lol

note : thanks for the compliment ! hope you enjoy this '

it was by five points, five fucking points, and all farleigh did was torture you about it.

typically, you scored higher than him, mostly because you just straight up put in more effort. he couldn't care less about studying, he was just a naturally good tester. for this reason, he normally knew his place. but the one time he studied and you didn't, the one goddamn time. he wouldn't let you live it out, all he would ever do was talk about it, teasing you and making fun of you.

"wow Y/N, i think you're falling off," he stated, with a sarcastic, disapproving look. he was leaning over, hovering over your shoulder to get a proper look at your score. you were flabbergasted, you actually got a 95%. farleigh had gotten an 100%. if was quite literally embarrassing. that was when it first happened, but he didn't leave it there, oh no.

"ah-ah, don't you think i should skip ahead of you?" farleigh asked, his annoying voice startling you from your thoughts.

"what?"

"well i got a higher score, those have always been our rules." the thing you hated most was that he was right. it was also stupid because he made the damn rule, and you didn't care about being ahead in the lunch line one way or another. you figured the only reason he had done it was to make victory that much sweeter when he actually did score higher than you. so you stayed silent, letting him sit ahead of you.

and another incident...

"so if anyone here needs tutoring, don't hesitate to ask. our programs are specifically designed to connect students while effectively getting them to learn," mrs. abram spoke, as she handed out tutoring flyers.

farleigh shot you a glance, before mumbling your name, and covering it up with a fake cough. you groaned, with a sigh before frustratedly stuffing the flyer in your bag. he was being insufferable, and there was only so much you could take.

the final (notable) time he teased you, you two were partnered on a history project, the exact class he had excelled on the exam in. of course, just your fucking luck.

as he sat down, he had this complacent smirk on his face that you wanted to slap right off. he set the assignment papers down on the desk, and turned over to face you.

"well, i'm glad we got partnered, yeah? you probably need my help," he said, mockingly.

"jesus christ farleigh it was five fucking points! get over yourself!" there it was, you snapped. it was only a matter of time, though it just so happened to be in the middle of class. farleigh's smirk only grew, as if this was what he had wanted the entire time. the teacher had scolded you for cursing, and almost dismissed you from class. fortunately, you managed to stay, and the whole time you felt the urgent need to snap farleigh in half.

finally, after what felt like days, the class ended. however, instead of heading to the next class, you followed farleigh down the hall, before pushing him inside of some random storage closet. he was about to ask you what you were doing, he was about to leave...until you said something.

"what the fuck, farleigh," you uttered, coldly. he faltered, something in the way you sounded made him feel some sort of way. it was dark, and farleigh couldn't make out much, but if he had to guess, your expression would have been that of a deadpan, glaring into his soul.

"i don't get why you're so mad. i scored higher, and that's final."

"i'm mad because you don't know your fucking place." you spat back, inching closer to him.

"yeah? and what's my place, hm?" he questioned. his voice had an edge to it, but more than that he was genuinely curious.

"beneath me," you answered, no hesitation whatsoever. did you say it because that's what you actually thought? no. were you angry? yes. did you think farleigh would get off to it? also yes--and, he did. he did so much that he was developing a hard-on.

"you sure about that?" he asked, voice wavering.

"your dick is," you replied, gripping his cock in his pants. his knees buckled, and he let out the smallest whimper, that was nearly inaudible. "you're so pathetic, farleigh."

"yeah? well you're still gonna give me a handjob. so pathetic or not at least-" he cut himself off with a moan as you squeezed roughly once again.

"just shut the fuck up for once," you instructed, as you unzipped his fly. you, not-so-gently, took his cock from his boxers. his tip was an angry flushed red, and leaking pre. you chuckled at the sight, and he turned to face away, embarrassed.

you thumbed at his tip, and he whined softly. your fingers formed a circle shape, before sliding up and down at mid-pace. if you didn't want to miss too much of your next class, you'd have to make this quick.

"f-fuck, Y/N," he moaned, bucking his hips up slightly. you placed a hand on his hips to keep them pinned. you sped up your pace just a bit.

"is this what you've been wanting, farleigh? i really don't know how you got an 100% because all you seem to do is think with this stupid cock of yours," you said, as it was your turn to smirk this time. his head tipped back with a strained moan.

"shit, oh my god," he cursed, feeling himself grow close to an orgasm already.

"guess i should've done this a lot sooner, hm? really would've shut you up." your hand became brutal, but god did he like it.

"please," he said, not even sure what he was begging for. it was too much for him.

"please? are you serious? you take what i give you, farleigh." he whined at that, cursing under his breath.

"fuck Y/N, i can't-i...i think im gonna cum," he stammered, as his legs felt light, like they would give out any second. and just like that, you stopped. he whined, as you shoved his cock back in his underwear, and zipped back up his pants. you had left him with a raging boner, and he felt he could cry at that. as you exited the closet, he couldn't help but fear what he had gotten himself into.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[buckera]

so we know buck likes to do flowers/hot air balloon/etc...

but curious what tommy's love language/how he'll be romantic is. Like, he def likes the flirty teasing to show affection, but do you think he likes giving gifts or cooking dinners... idk, Buck is more the romantic speech giver, tommy prob prefers action.

idk, just wanna know how tommy romances bc so far he's wooed buck by being a) muscly b)Cool and c) a dork

mm actually... i think Buck is into the actions and big gestures, though he is getting better at talking about his feelings, not just letting them take the reigns and see where he ends up with them lmao

on the other hand, Tommy is very measured. he doesn't seem to say anything without intention, even his silly little quips and dark jokes are all there as a stress response — plus he listened to Buck ramble on and on, before realising he had a shot and shutting him up with a kiss lmao

based on what Lou told us about what he imagines Tommy's background to be like and what we saw in canon in season 2 and season 7... Tommy's childhood traumas seem to be pretty similar at the core as Buck's; abandonment issues, feeling alone and lonely, looking for love and family, people to belong to and a place to call home — the difference is that Buck had Maddie (on and off, but mostly on) and then the 118 and Bobby, while Tommy had no one.

for most of his adult life, Buck has been surrounded by people who he could come out to without an overwhelming fear that he'd lose the relationships, so much so that he went for it after having one kiss and a botched date with a guy.

Tommy had a homophobic boss/father figure of sorts, and a bunch of guys who followed Gerrard's lead; even if he had a months- or even years long relationship with a man, I don't think he would've ever risked coming out at all.

Tommy learned what his needs and wants are, and how to recognise his feelings, what's the appropriate way to express them and how to be true to himself, probably through a lot of self-reflection and therapy. (and now he clearly has a lot of friends and is easy to make friends with — however deep those relationships run, we'll just have to see if they'll show us more of that in s8)

all this to say; Tommy recognises Buck's needs and wants because he has been there and is probably still there.

so the way i see it; Tommy would already know how he feels, but would wait for Buck to say 'I love you' first, allowing him to set the pace and show his comfort levels in the the relationship.

but after that? he would say it to Buck every day, he'd tell him how important he is to Tommy, he would make time for just the two of them, but would also include Buck in group activities with his friends, he would never stop checking in on him, even when he's kinda sure that Buck really is just tired and he would know when something is important to Buck even when he waves it off as 'nevermind' and if they ever had a fight, he'd let Buck walk it off, cool down and when he was back, they would sit down and talk and they wouldn't get up until they talked everything through and reached a peaceful middle ground

and when Buck would show up with the bouquets and the fancy tickets to monster truck derbys and packed lunch for their couple's hikes, Tommy would tell him in every which way possible with his words and his touch just how much he truly appreciates Buck's presence in his life.

TLDR: Tommy's love language is communication and reassurance.

[thefallennightmare]

idk if this qualifies for Headcannon Tuesday, but I had an idea where reader is a witch/time traveller, and takes a young Noah into the future to see future Noah playing a massive show, and he gets to see how big the band will become

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I absolutely love this idea omg. I need someone to talk me out of making this a full-on one shot at some point.

Noah stirred awake when he felt a presence staring at him.

He'd been working tirelessly in his makeshift studio in his tiny apartment in Virginia and fell asleep at the computer.

But when he saw the female figure sitting on the edge of his desk, glancing down at him with an amused expression, he nearly fell out of his chair.

"Vincent needs to stop letting his hookups walk around the apartment," he groaned while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You furrowed your brows together. "Excuse me? I do not hook up with random people. I'm here for another reason."

Clearly, this had to be a dream with how you looked. Long hair down to the middle of your thighs but it was pulled back into a tight ponytail, unusually bright eyes, and long black fingernails.

"Which is?" He asked tentatively catching sight of the pendent that hung from your neck, resting right between the valley of your breasts. He couldn't stop the way his cock twitched in his sweats.

An eye symbol with what seemed to be the infinity symbol underneath it. Even though he wasn't sure what it meant, the word spoke to him.

Mind.

You bent down low to his face, giving him a wicked grin. "You."

Before he could argue, you placed a hand on his should, whisking him through the dark tunnel, his soul feeling as if it was sucked dry.

"What the fuck?!" He cursed, stumbling out onto a balcony that observed a large venue.

You marveled at how even with the turbulence of the ride, Noah's long hair managed to stay perfectly in waves.

"Where are we?" Noah's almond eyes snapped over to you.

You shrugged while stuffing your hands into your pockets. "I heard your call last night. Wondering if this career and life are even worth it. I decided to answer it and show you."

He was still confused and pointed down to the sold-out crowd. "So you bring me a concert?"

You winked. "Not just any concert, Noah Sebastian."

Still confused, he looked over to the stage just in time to see the lights go dark, a deep voice blaring through the speakers followed by a guitar riff so earth-shattering, it made your heart leap to your throat when glanced over to Noah, seeing the pure awe and shock in his eyes.

"Why do you care about these people? They don't care about you, none of them. They don't even know you because you haven't shown them."

Then four masked men appeared on stage, the name on the large screen catching Noah's eyes immediately as the crowd cheered wildly for them.

Bad Omens.

"This has to be a dream," he shook his head, still not believing it.

You pursed your lips before taking a nail, gently grazing his cheek so he could keep looking straight at the man on stage.

"You don't even see yourself," you whispered in his ear as the song faded into a new one, the masked man now visible.

Noah sucked in a breath as he stared at himself, just with shorter hair and more muscles.

"We make it?" He asked you, eyes glistening with tears.

You let out a breath, feeling a deep connection to this man who was supposed to be a task. You heard his cries of defeat last night, wondering if his struggles would even be worth it. Given everything he'd gone through in his life. You were supposed to go through the higher-up witches to complete a task but something about Noah crying out your name last night compelled you to help.

"Mind, help me," his words echoed in your own.

You knew he didn't know what he was asking for when he uttered those words.

But you did.

"Oh, Noah," you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, letting your touch linger for a moment, and seeing his eyes flutter shut made something inside you clench. "You have no idea what's about to come for you. It won't be easy, they're will be trials and tribulations. But you must remember to always put yourself first, no matter what."

Before I could pull my hand away, his fingers wrapped around my wrist keeping my touch against his cheek.

"What are you?" He breathed over your lips. "How were you able to show me the future? Do I owe you my soul in six years?"

You snorted a laugh. "No, I'm not the devil. Think of me as a companion that will always be here. All you have to do is call."

"What's your name?" He glanced down at your necklace again, eyes lingering on your breasts as they poked through the collar of your shirt.

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Some call me the death of peace of mind. But you can call me Y/N."

[pseudowho]

Hi Mrs. Haitch :D!!! I have a bit of a problem dump in the following 2 paragraphs. And I absolutely do not expect you to read or respond unless you want to! You’re not a therapist and you’re not responsible for others’ emotions. If you do want to read/reply, that’s really welcomed as well!

I personally have had/am having issues with men who are in their thirties hitting on me when I thought I made it clear I just want to be completely platonic friends AND they all knew my age from the start 🥲 TW - I was 19 when two 33 year olds sexually harassed me (one was a coworker who said stuff out of the blue, like, “you want kids? I’ll put one in you” (for context, he heard me talking to my co-hostess about wanting to raise children in the ways I never got loved, nurtured, and cared for) // “What if I touch myself and moan your name?” // “Wanna hear a joke TRIGGER WARNING “Are you a school? Cause I wanna shoot kids inside you” which was literally such a disgusting and inexcusable joke??? Hello?) and currently there’s a 30 year old guy who KEEEEEPS trying to get me to be his super close friend (he was flirting CONSTANTLY until I made it really overly clear I don’t want romance with anyone atm). He knows I am 21 as well! Which is wild to me! Just wild. I’ve literally FELT my frontal lobe developing in the past few years (It’s like I could suddenly start to understand the importance of more practical decisions), and it won’t stop developing until I’m 25 either. So for a full grown 30 year old… to be… I’m 9 year younger than him… idk… it’s weird to me…

and I was wondering, should I feel bad for these people? Would you let pity/guilt override the judgment? (I am not perfect at all and have my share of flaws, but I have had a issues with letting hurt people who hurt people, get away with stuff they do to me AND I feel guilty for not being their personal therapist, even though expecting that of any single person who ISN’T one’s professional therapist, is unfair). You seem like a kind person who understands the depth of humans, so I think I trust your judgment! And would love to hear what you have to say if you want to share. The 33 year olds have deep rooted issues and my heart truly sympathizes with them (but I do feel a shit ton of disgust too. if they ever did that to somebody else I would be SO MAD).

I’m eventually somehow gonna figure these questions out (as life tends to go), so don’t worry about this ask at all if it’s not ur cup of tea, or is draining.

Take care and hope you have a LOVEEEELYYYY DAYYYYYY!!!! (Also curious what ur fav tea is? Mine is Numi’s earl gray. It’s too perfect, so elevated. Very flavorful and elegant and THE NOTESSSSSS oh god. Could write a whole post on it)

Anyone who thinks comments like that are flirting, need to be re-educated. With a baseball bat. They'll call it 'dark humour' when really they're just cunts, so they're doing you a real favour showing you that early.

Well done for not being flattered by the attentions of an older man, because...

If there's anything that women aged 30+ tend to notice, it's that when men their age hit on much younger women, it's usually because that man's character is lacking, he's emotionally immature, a predator who relies on younger women and girls being less self confident, and it is most often a RED FLAG.

These 30+ year old men are usually not with women their own age, because the women their own age recognise that they're arseholes or losers, most of the time, and we cringe when they then repeatedly shoot their shot with young women who they will flatter with that age old adage of 'you're so mature for your age!'

If they have deep-seated issues and they turn it into someone else's problem, without any sense of ownership or willingness to actually work on resolving or improving from their issues, RUN.

Never get with someone out of pity. Have some self-respect, and do not let them mistake your kindness for weakness.

Because people see me as understanding, I am a therapist. To everyone. All the time. Strangers, within hours of meeting me, will often pour out their emotional vulnerabilities and traumas; while I'm tough and able to compute it all, and to help them, and read through a solution, it is sometimes a heavy burden.

But for YOU, remember there is a difference between you therapising someone, and someone using you to trauma-dump. Learn to recognise the two, and protect yourself from being used, especially if these are the very same men who have recently been trying to get into your pants.

My favourite tea is Yorkshire Tea by Taylors of Harrogate, with a splash of milk and a spoonful of brown sugar or honey.

Don't let these pieces of shit use you, kiddo.

They're not "daddies"; they haven't earned such an esteemed title. Nothing daddy about these tramps.

All my love, and I have a knife in my pocket,

-- Haitch xxx

[ponyosturniolo]

Don’t Know What You Got, Until it’s Gone.

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

(blurb/sample?)

Author’s Note: Hi! This is my first little Matt blurb. First time ever writing a fic or trying to. I guess I’m just experimenting but idk if I should elaborate more on this story or try out some different story ideas. PLEASE! Let me know!

Warnings: Angst?

Lexi's heart felt pounded and she felt the condensation building up on her palms as she scrolled through the latest on her social media feeds, her trembling fingers tracing the familiar face of her long-time friend turned internet celebrity, Matt Sturniolo. The boy she once rode bikes with down their quiet wooded cul-de-sac, now a distant figure cloaked in the glitz of Los Angeles.

College had pulled them apart, but it was his rise to fame that tore at the seams of their once unbreakable bond. Lexi moved away from Boston to attend college at The University of Miami in Florida. The late-night calls turned scarce, replaced by littered paparazzi shots with starlets whose names she couldn't even pronounce.

Whispers of infidelity danced in the shadows of her mind, haunting her like a ghost she couldn't shake. Each time she tried to confront him, his voice, once a lifeline, now felt like a distant echo. He wasn’t hers, but everyone knew about the connection the two held. Two halves of a whole. Lexi knew that she loved him, in fact she’s known for years. That didn’t take away the fear surrounding the idea of telling him and being friend zoned, so she kept quiet.

As the months passed, Lexi found herself drowning in a sea of despair , surrounded by the four walls of her new apartment bedroom as she reminisced about what once was. Her heart ached for the simplicity of their childhood, where their dreams intertwined like ivy on a summer day.

One fateful night, she mustered the courage to confront him, her voice shaking with the weight of unspoken fears. At this point, Matt had still kept in touch but only through scattered snapchats or the occasional swipe up on a story. Lexi dialed the number she had memorized when she was 13 and got her first phone.

"Matt, we need to talk," Lexi's voice quivered.

Matt's voice, usually warm and welcoming, now held a guarded tone as he spoke. "What's going on, Lexi?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the words. "I... I feel like we're drifting apart. You're always so busy, and I don't even know who you are anymore." She choked out. “You don’t even know who I am anymore, Matt.”

She could her Matt take a sharp inhale to be released moments later. "Lexi, you know how crazy things have been with my career taking off. It's not easy, but you're still my best friend."

Best friend.

The once endearing term only felt like a knife to the heart considering how much room this boy was taking up in her heart and head. “What about those other girls with you in pictures from all of those influencer parties? How come you have time to take them back to your place, but you can’t type up a mere ‘how are you?’ and send it to me?”

Matt's silence spoke volumes, the unspoken truth hanging heavy in the air.

In that moment, she realized that sometimes, even the brightest stars fade, leaving behind a darkness that no amount of stardust could ever heal. And as she walked away from the boy who was once her everything, Lexi knew that some dreams were meant to shatter, leaving behind fragments of what could have been.

[presidenthades]

All those ideas are so good! but my favorite is the cursed Targbros with an immortal life remembering what they could have been and what really was. Especially Aegon, he would probably blame himself for listening to Otto/Alicent and taking the crown and screwing up his life and his brothers'. He really believed for a moment that he was doing this to protect Jace but in the end his war killed her (aaand basically the entire family 😬) and now he can't even follow her into death. You don't have to write it down but can we talk more about that? 🥲 tell us your vision of this universe

I love talking about these things and I’m probably going to talk a little TOO much here but that’s ok 🥲

For what it’s worth, I would like to write this one day, but it would probably be a longfic and I want to focus on completing The Main Timeline before I start working on spinoffs. Modern AU is an exception because it’s a lot more lighthearted, and I can put that out one at a time as shorter fics when I need a break from heavier stuff.

^most iconic shot IMO from the Goblin Kdrama that inspired this idea. I’ll continue my rambling under the cut so I don’t spoil the show for anyone who was thinking of watching it.

Like the show, the fic would be dual timeline with cuts between the medieval Dance era and the modern era. In the modern day, the three Targbros are wandering around in their sad immortal forms. (Helaena’s role TBD, but I like the idea of her being an equivalent of the all-knowing granny in the kdrama.) Some of their memories have been locked away, but they remember enough to know they’re brothers, and their immortality has been given as a punishment. The three of them all have to do stuff that they hate. Aegon, like the kdrama grim reaper, is stuck in the bureaucracy of the afterlife sorting death paperwork. Aemond, like the goblin, has to help people *shudder*. Haven’t figured out Daeron’s job, but it probably involves being mean/violent.

Velaryon girls have been reborn into the modern world without any memories of their past lives. When they all meet, that triggers some of the Targbros’ memories to come back, and the bros freak out as they start to remember all the war crimes, treachery, etc.

Aegon’s past is very similar to the kdrama grim reaper’s backstory. He was a king who listened to bad counsel, which led to him giving the order to execute his beloved wife. Afterwards he felt so guilty that he drank himself to death/was poisoned.

Aemond, like the kdrama’s goblin, killed A LOT of people during his human life. He also caused Luce’s death in this universe’s history, which set off the Dance. He felt guilty but also doubled down on his actions (which I suspect is what Aemond will do in S2?), which led him on a downward spiral of mass violence.

Daeron (who doesn’t have an equivalent in the kdrama) came very close to finding a way to end the Dance without further violence. Joff sneaked over to meet him while he was traveling with the Hightower army to negotiate peace terms. But there was some miscommunication/betrayal (maybe caused by Hugh and Ulf), maybe some accusations of dark sorcery, which led to the army leaders having Joff burned at the stake.

Fast forward to modern day, where the girls (who are reborn as sisters because I don’t wanna keep them apart) are dealing with normal life issues like trying to pay bills, dead-end jobs, etc. Suddenly these three randos show up, acting overly familiar and having very extreme mood swings (because they’re dealing with resourcing memories). And the girls are just like… “They’re hot but they seem kinda crazy, idk. 🤨”

I haven’t really thought of the rest, sorry 😅.

[breathlesslink]

Chapter Four — Truth

[chapter warnings: cursing, dark past, hints at depression/grief, death topics]

t.o.c ; << | >>

a/n: hi everyone thanks for being so patient w me i know i’m bad at updating regularly idk what my issue is. also this chapter is for sure just a filler to get the reader’s backstory and motivation it’s literally ALL dialogue thank u love u

Pissed was an understatement.

You knew your sleep felt too fulfilling. You felt it in your dreams that you'd been sleeping for too long.

Link had chosen not to wake you for your night shift, opting to sit on a stool next to your bed with a book lying around the stable the entire night.

You felt off, wondering why chirping birds had woken you from your slumber instead of Link, before shooting up in the bed and looking around. It was getting light outside, the clock on one of the support beams of the stable reading "6:20".

Beside you, Link dog-eared the book page and tilted his head innocently. "Are you alright?"

"You!" Your head whipped around to him, "You didn't wake me up!"

"You needed sleep."

"So do you, asshat."

Link shook his head, putting the book down and standing up to stretch. "I slept for 100 years. I'm fully rested still."

You rolled your eyes. "As if."

Still slightly seething, you kicked the blankets off, shivering as the cool air hit your legs. You quickly put your socks and shoes on, grabbing your bag and getting ready to travel. Link was already outside readying the horses, and he handed you an apple for breakfast.

Taz and Epona seemed to follow the trails by heart now, which made it incredibly easy for Link to multitask looking at the paper map. He lifted the sheet up to you, pointing at a specific spot that was marked with an X.

"This mark is supposed to be Zora's Domain." He explains, "It'll probably take a while to get there, especially if we try to just catch stables to rest. Hate to break it to you, but we might be coming upon our first camp."

You groaned, half playfully and half not. Who could blame you, though?

"Goodbye, warm bed." You slumped into Taz's neck, earning a small chuckle from Link. "Are we going to the tower first? To get the actual map on your little gadget?"

"The Sheikah Slate? Yes." Link squinted at the map for a second time. "Before that, though. I want to head back to Impa to talk to her about my memories, so maybe we can take a shortcut through Kakariko to cut down time."

"We'd have to turn back and go down the other trail." You replied.

"It's like, a 10 minute ride back. You'll be fine."

"I'm not complaining!" You gasped, feigning offense. "If anything I'm, uh, rejoicing."

Link quirked an eyebrow. "About what? You can't be that excited to spend more time with me." He teased. The longer you spent with him, the more sassy and talkative he's become. Your only choice is to rival his sarcasm with your own.

"You're gonna make me hurl." You shot back, "In actuality, I want to ask her some things too." Sensing Link's silence as a motion to continue, you did. "She had to have known my parents before my siblings and I got taken. We lived in Kakariko. So maybe she knows something about the night it happened or anything that could lead me to Hiro."

You were silently kicking yourself in the rear for not thinking of it before, when you were originally in Kakariko. If Impa had been the Chief 100 years before your existence, and has been since then, then surely she knew of your family.

Link nodded, not pushing further. He'd figured out by now that your past was something you weren't ready to talk about. You both turned the horses around and headed back up the road, basking in a comfortable silence as you traveled towards the village.

———

Impa spoke to Link first.

You were allowed to stay in the room this time, as Link had told her you were traveling partners. It was interesting to watch from the sidelines as the two spoke of Link's missions— the Divine Beasts, Ganon, regaining his memories.

It all seemed so overwhelming to you, and yet Link stood firm. Ready to give his life again for a country he didn't even remember. You admired him for it.

It made your own mission seem smaller in comparison, so when Impa sent Link out to run errands for her for you to speak alone, you felt like a bug. Just waiting to be squashed under scrutiny. But that insecurity faded quickly as the door shut behind Link and Impa regarded you with a warm, familiar smile.

"It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?"

Relief flooded your system. She remembered you.  "Yeah." You let out a breathy laugh, "It has. I, uh, actually have some questions. About that night."

"It seems as if trauma does not discriminate with repressed memories, does it? Whether it be an abduction or a hundred-year-old injury."

Pressing your lips together, you agreed once more. You struggled to make the words come out of your mouth. Too many questions floated through your head, and you couldn't choose which to ask first. As if sensing your unease, Impa spoke again.

"I'm assuming you'd like to know what happened."

You nodded. "It's been so long. Even if I did remember it all, it would be fuzzy."

"You were eleven whenever the Yiga attacked Kakariko. Your brother was eight, and your sister was only two." Impa started from the beginning, her eyes continuously assessing your reaction. "They came in the middle of the night, and lit the town ablaze. The people of Kakariko evacuated and met up at the mouth of the mountain, where the entrance to the town is, and did a headcount. Your entire family was nowhere to be found."

"What happened to my parents?" You were aware of the implications, and figured they had moved on from such a traumatic event in their life. Perhaps they had moved to another village to escape.

Impa averted her eyes, which confirmed the worst for you. "We found their bodies, but we could not find you three. We thought that perhaps the flames burned so hot that you all were gone without a trace, but soon after, a few Sheikah soldiers went undercover at the Yiga hideout for intel. Calamity Ganon is close to being back, so the Yiga have been more active.

We found files pertaining you— they had been watching for years. Waiting for a moment to strike. We wanted to get you out, but the Yiga had you all so heavily guarded. It was nearly impossible. One day, however, another mission went undercover and couldn't find you. That's when we heard of the escape. I figured it was only a matter of time until one of you came home."

You didn't speak for a moment, letting it all sink in. They were actively trying to find you. "Why us? We were just kids."

"100 years ago, before Calamity Ganon's return, your great grandfather was the top researcher of Sheikah technology. He worked alongside the King of Hyrule, Princess Zelda, and myself to prepare for the battle ahead." Impa smiled fondly, as if she was remembering the good times with your ancestor. "For some reason, the Guardians just listened to him. They activated at his touch while dead to everyone else. They were finicky things— still dangerous, even back then. And yet they'd listen to everything your great grandfather did.

The same went for your grandmother, and then your mother. My guess is that the Yiga believed one of you possessed the same gift of controlling such uncontrollable energy that our ancient technology contained. They wanted you on their side, so they could easily control it whenever the time came."

Reeling. That was the only word to describe your mental state.

You'd spent years— captive and free— wondering why. Why such things happened to you, how you played into these little plans that the Goddesses gave you. It almost felt comforting, though, when there was doubt. An idea that the Yiga grabbed you for no reason, or had the wrong people.

"How did you recognize me? It's been eight years."

"You're the mirror image of your father, dear." Impa gestured to the right of her, to a picture on the wall. You cautiously walked towards it, nervous to see whatever the frame held, yet fear was soon replaced with an entire flurry of emotions. 

Happiness, nostalgia. Grief. 

It was a family of five-- your family. You held Kimi against your hip, smiling a toothy, child-like grin as the baby version of your sister sucked her thumb. Hiro sported his signature pout, the picture taken while he was in the middle of rolling his eyes. Very typical. 

What stuck out the most, however, was your parents. Their eyes were shining so brightly, and their smiles matched. Your mom was looking at you and your siblings with absolute adoration. Your father looked at her in the exact same way. 

Your heart ached.  

They loved you so much. They probably gave their lives protecting you, Hiro, and Kimi until the very end. 

"This was taken only days before the incident." Impa explained, "It hangs as a memorial, but I want you to take it. Keep it as your own memorial now, in remembrance of not only your family, but also for your journey." 

"My family isn't entirely gone. I  found Kimi, just not Hiro." 

Impa sighed. "I cannot help you there, but he is out there. An old lady knows it all." There was a twinkle in her eye as she winked. "Another thing. Rely on Link more. He speaks highly of you." 

"He does? I haven't done anything, though--"

"100 years ago, Link was regarded as the Silent Knight." Impa all but interrupted you, presumably to keep you away from the route of self-doubt. "He never spoke to anyone. It took the Princess ages to even get a sentence out of him. I know not if it has to do with him simply forgetting who he used to be, or your presence, but he is open. Talkative. Relaxed. I saw him smile for the first time during our talk today, and it was when he was telling a story about you. Link is opening up to you, and it would help your journey so much if you did the same." 

You looked back at the picture frame on the wall. At first, you felt so much despair thinking about the family you'd lost. You hadn't even thought about what you gained. 

Your family in Gerudo-- Romah, Olu, Ashai, even the newest Chief had made your acquaintance during your stay. Impa. Link. 

People were there to support you, even if they weren't your family. They were found, not given, and chose you. Going out of their way to love you. 

And as you took the picture out of the frame and folded it into your pocket, thanking Impa for her time, you smiled. A real, genuine smile. The first one in a very long time. 

"And don't forget to pull your collar up on the back of your neck!" 

[venbetta]

Had a fucked up dream I was in a cult.

Tw: cults, mass suicide mention

So it started with my class (my choir and some of my friends) leaving from a theme park and my choir teacher had brought us into some sort of unused classroom for storage to get refreshments. It's really dark in there. My classmates go into another room, and we hear screaming. Suddenly there are bunch of figures with red coats and holding torches, their chanting. Now everyone is screaming and trying to run and they get slaughtered. I try to escape but I die as well...

Then I wake up reincarnated as like a poor dog nearby where that sacrificial ceremony took place. For some reason David Tenant found me and took me in as a pet and he tried to talk to someone about how he found me and I was acting weird... and the person was like, "this dog's tortured, it's had a messed up pass." And then me, as a dog, I start screaming and howling cause I'm fucking traumatized and I'm remembering that me and my entire class was killed

Then, I completely wake up as Ven (my oc), in a different body. And I'm in a commune, filled with children ranging from ages 6-17, and a few adults who were in charge of keeping the children in. The leader is some chick, I might call her Medinah, and she was insane. Basically, she was recruiting orphaned/neglected children and raising them, giving them every necessity and some form of entertainment. I remember the commune always being busy, with the children either cleaning or playing, and the adults cooking or keeping things in order.

And so I, who knows what's up, make so many escape attempts and I keep getting caught and dragged back to the commune. Everytime I left, Medinah would just put more focus on me knowing that I was the one causing trouble. I never convinced any of the kids since they were too young or too far gone to leave with me. So yeah, I think I tried to escape 6 times, each time getting further and further away but still getting taken back. I think the last time I escaped, I fell asleep in the midst of like some vines and tucked away where no one could find me- and I fucking wake up back at the commune. At some point I'm like "yknow what, maybe I should just chill." I tried to integrate myself with the daily activities, and for about half a day, I found myself just accepting this life.

Then I overheard the plan of the cult's final day of rest (which was going to be a mass suicide where they made the kids take medicine to sleep). That knocked me out of acceptance, and I made another plan to escape. Then, for some reason, Freddy was apart of the commune. I must've known him for a while (or Ven did since I'm them), because I went right up to him and started to talk to him. Freddy was kinda dressed in similar attire to the adults, a dark robe. I vented to him, and I think I broke him, because we sat and talked for a while, and he even told me that he wished to help me leave the cult however he could. Then fucking Medinah and the other adults found us conspiring...

He had this look of repentance, like he knew he fucked up, but of course that didn't stop him from being punished.

And so Medinah (for some reason) rips off Freddy's robe (he's wearing a leather vest for idk why) and he gets beaten up. The others are holding me down as I'm screaming and yelling at them to stop, and Freddy gets pushed to the ground a few paces. I thought that was the end but he was still alive. He lifted his head, and Medinah told them to finish him- and they shot him

I screamed and cried so hard-

And then I woke up like

[messusminnow]

JEGULUS/SPIDERMAN MINI FIC PT. 2

Idk how many parts there will be but I’m still going. And of course wolfstar is here because they are my forever boys.

Rating: M

“Okay,” Regulus said when they finally stopped for breath. “A couple of rules before we go in.”

James panted, his hands on his knees. They had landed on rooftop garden, the only green he’d seen so far.

“Why is there no land?” He rasped. He wasn’t used to having to swing through the air constantly without stop.

Regulus snapped his fingers. “Pay attention.”

“Alright alright. Rules.” James said.

“Don’t make any sharp movements around him. Don’t stare too long. And definitely don’t flirt with him.”

“Don’t flirt with him?” James made a face.

“It’ll piss him off.” Regulus said. He tugged his mask off again. “And take that off. He hates Spiderman.”

“What’s wrong with him exactly?” James pulled his broken mask off, ignoring the anxiety that was creeping its way into him.

“Nothing.” Regulus tugged open the window. “He has a parasite.”

He dropped down, landing silently on the floor beneath them. James followed.

“Reggie what the hell?” He heard as Sirius Black rounded the corner. “I told you that you needed to let me know before you—“ his best friend was now staring at him, his head cocked. “Regulus you brought home a stray?”

“He came through a wormhole.” Regulus began. “I figured Remus could do something.”

“A wormhole? Oh that’s really interesting. We noticed a strange anomaly in the stars about two hours ago.”

“That was when it happened!” James exclaimed. “You’re Sirius.”

“Oh yeah… he knows us. From his universe.” Regulus pulled a sweatshirt on. He threw one to James. “Put that on.”

James donned the sweater and followed the pair of brothers down a massive hall and through two huge doors.

“Where are we?” James asked looking to the covered portraits.

“Our home.” Sirius said. “Mum and Dad left it to us, so we’ve turned it into headquarters.”

“Is it different from our home on your Earth?” Regulus asked.

“Sort of.” James thought back to the mansion in upstate New York with its dark halls and its anger. He thought back to the bedroom he’d sneak into and the slick black sheets and the nights between them. He shook his head, his eyes darting to Regulus again.

“Moony, we’ve got company.” Sirius hummed, his arms now wrapped around a tall thin young man sitting in front of three different computers and opened books.

The boy turned, James barely remembered not to stare at the pitch black eyes or the gaunt skin.

“Who’s this?” The young man reached for his cane and stood shakily.

“Er… James Potter.” James held out his hand.

“He came through a wormhole.” Regulus said once again. “He’s like me.”

The boy smiled. “Ah… another web slinger. So you were what caused the stars in Leo to erupt tonight. I’m Remus.”

Remus shook and fell into Sirius’s hold. “No. No. You can’t meet him.”

“It’s alright baby.” Sirius soothed, pressing kisses to Remus’s sallow cheeks.

“Is he alright?” James whispered.

“Shh!” Regulus hissed.

“I don’t want to scare him.” Remus moaned.

“You won’t scare him, Moons. He’s a good one, I can feel it.”

Sirius’s eyes shot to Regulus who was now tugging James back farther by the hood.

“You don’t have to let him out if you don’t want to lune.” Sirius was whispering, his head pressed firmly to Remus’s.

“What are they talking about?” James whispered again.

“Shut up already.” Regulus groaned. “New rule. Keep your mouth shut.”

“I…” Remus groaned, taking long hard inhales. “I don’t want to. You can’t come out right now.”

James kept his mouth closed as he watched the boy struggle with whatever problem he seemed to be having before he finally was able to take a long inhale and looked a bit more relaxed, save for the pitch black eyes.

“Sorry about that.” Remus gave them another gentle smile. “Let’s take a look at you, you can come closer now.”

James walked up to the taller boy. “You smell like Earth 3. Is that where you’re from?”

James shrugged. “Up until a couple of hours ago I thought my earth was the only one.”

All three boys chuckled. “What year is it back on your earth?”

“2020.” James said.

“We’re in 3010.” Remus said leaning over to scroll through his book. “No it is earth 3 I can tell. Well no one asked you, did they?”

“Sorry?” James asked.

“Oh sorry. Not talking to you.” Remus smiled at him again.

“He’s talking to Venom.” Sirius whispered. “His symbiote.”

“The parasite?” James asked, Regulus’s hands were now covering James’s mouth as Remus slammed his own hands down to the table.

“He didn’t know.” He grumbled, his fingernails clawing at the desk. “He doesn’t like that term James. We call him a symbiote. Or Venom.”

“S-sorry.” James flushed.

“It’s alright, he’s just sensitive.” Remus huffed out a breath. “So, what were you doing before you got here?”

“I was battling a villain from my universe. I was swinging from the city center and then I was here.” James said.

Remus chuckled. “ I bet that was a shock. Your universe is quite different.”

“Yeah, what’s with all the water?” James asked.

“They had a bit of a mishap around one hundred years ago.” Remus said. “Eventually our entire world will be engulfed in the water and we’ll all die. But I don’t think it’ll happen in our time.” Remus said. “Yeah well you always think that.” He added rolling his eyes.

“So we need another wormhole if we want to get you home, James.” Remus lowered himself down, wincing as he finally sat and began typing. “Not now.” He batted his hand at nothing.

Sirius was now wrapped around him again, whispering something James couldn’t hear.

Remus chuckled and nodded, talking to either Sirius or the parasite.

“Alright, the next thin spot isn’t for another week. So you’ll be here until then.”

“But my city will be ash by then.” James complained. “Once word gets out I’m not there to protect it all the villains will come out from the holes they hide in.”

Remus shrugged. “Maybe, or maybe not. Wormholes are interesting things. You may come through the other side with no time having passed. Or you may come through centuries later. We can’t know.”

“Not helping, Remus.” Regulus said. “C’mon James. I’ll show you where you can stay.”

“You should hurry, Reggie.” Remus said, his smile more strained than a moment earlier. “I won’t be able to keep him in much longer.”

They were nearly down the hall when the screams began.

“Christ.” James stopped. “Will he be alright?”

Regulus shoved him. “Keep moving. Remus can’t control him very well.”

“What about Sirius?” James asked.

“He’ll be fine. Venom loves Sirius as much as Remus does.”

“That’s why you told me not to flirt with your brother?”

Regulus laughed, it was sharp and warm in James’s ears. “No I meant for you not to flirt with Remus. Sirius gets all pissy. Honestly it’s pretty hilarious, maybe you should.”

“It’s killing him, isn’t it?” James asked when they finally reached a large black door that Regulus tugged open.

“Yes and no.” Regulus said, grabbing James by the wrist and tugging him inside. “The symbiote is deteriorating his body. But Remus had an aggressive brain cancer that would have killed him way sooner. Venom can heal those types of things, but Remus’s body will still take a toll carrying the parasite.”

“And why does he hate Spider-Man?” James asked.

Regulus shrugged, tugging sweats and underwear out of a drawer and throwing them to James. “Remus doesn’t know. Venom won’t say. Do you know Remus from the other earth?”

James shook his head.

“Makes sense.” Regulus said. “He’s not from this earth either. He’s a genius and perhaps not even human. He was trying to find a cure for his cancer when he found Venom. Or when venom found him. Made his way to this world looking to dominate it, then found Sirius. Remus was stuck inside venom for years wreaking havoc on the verses before he found Sirius.”

“That’s kind of sad.” James said.

“Maybe.” Regulus added. “He and Sirius are sickeningly in love with each other. It’s gross. I’ve walked in on them so many times. Does my brother love anyone over there?”

James shook his head. “He’s been with people here and there, but nothing has stuck.”

“And you?”

James met Regulus’s eyes.

“Do you have anyone?” Regulus asked.

“Not anymore.” James whispered.

Regulus nodded. “You can change.” He turned away.

“Do you have anyone?” James asked quietly.

“I’m not him.” Regulus reminded.

“I’m just asking.”

Regulus turned again as James tugged the sweats on.

“No I don’t.” Regulus said.

[bitterrobin]

6, 21 n 36 for the ask game <3

6. Hardest character to write for? Jason. Its not that I don't understand his character or anything, its just exhausting writing from his POV. I completely nixed the plans I had for his POV in the taxonomy!verse because getting into his inner world and all the hypocrisies, the fundamental other-ing of criminals, the issue of guns vs people...idk. I do plan on writing his pov eventually (concerning Willis and Catherine), but as of now he serves better as an outright villain w/o a pov to contrast against Dick/Cass/Damian and Tom.

Easiest character to write for is a tie between Damian and Bette. Damian is the character I first really delved into fic writing with, his pov (especially in the au) is complex and often dark, but its fun and enjoyable. Bette on the other hand is just easy to write in general. She doesn't have the serious emotional baggage or history other characters have (minus a few Titans incidents I could probably point to) and her pov (as a Californian) is just simpler and happier to get into. She's just energetic and competitive in a way that most other characters in the au aren't.

21. Hm. If we go by canon, then Damian's worst memory has to be either his memories of Hell or Alfred's death. If we go by the taxonomy!verse au, then its the entirety of the Year of Blood. Canon never delves into it beyond that Goliath scene and as setting for R:SOB, but I've made it probably a lot darker and more grueling than it was intended. Taxonomy!Damian is fundamentally shaped by his time in the League/the Year of Blood more than canon!Damian - because there's actually page time to really delve into details. As for his best memory, idk I think that scene with Maya and the whole "R is for Redemption" should be way more important to his character. Maybe also those small moments in various comics where he's allowed to relax (the trampoline with Steph, talking about manga with Nika etc).

36. Surprisingly...only three scenes so far. I mean its mostly bare-bones drafts, but I do have one scene I think parallels canon pretty well. So theres that scene in Battle for the Cowl where Damian takes the Batmobile on a joyride and nearly gets eaten by Killer Croc right? (Apparently the girl he was with does get eaten by Croc and I never see anyone point that out. Wtf?) While I don't want Damian acting ooc and kinda stupid, I did want to parallel it a bit - so he still takes the Batmobile out without permission, right after leaving Bette's apartment in an effort to scout the city by himself. Theres reports of multiple Batmen running around and he wants to figure out which one is Bruce, since he doesn't know that he's dead yet. After some time milling around the city, he turns towards the shores where he finds a civilian girl being stalked by Croc and Ivy. At this point in time he has no inherent duty to save people, but he decides to step in anyway in order to fight Croc/gauge Ivy's beliefs. He's a bit too late and the girl gets killed. Instead of cowering (like he does in canon) he stalls Ivy for time and fights against Croc using what little he has. Dick still has to save him and swoops in, where upon the rest of events unfold and Jason comes in guns blazing. I guess the later scene after that where Damian gets shot counts as a parallel too, as Damian still gets shot by Jason but instead of Dinah and Helena showing up, its Helena and Tom - who followed him. Tom vs Jason showdown ensues, as Tom has no basis to be following Dick's orders to leave Jason alone.

[givehimthemedicine]

🧲 let's talk about power and magnets and soteria real quick

not feeling super coherent tonight but *gestures vaguely* constant symbolic and literal connections between psionic power and electrical power and magnets, and to power being surged / shut off / drained / stolen. I don't even have enough room for screenshots of Joyce's whole magnet plot.

according to this article, Brenner's MKUltra experiments on Terry Ives involved not just drugs and sensory deprivation, but electromagnetic stuff. by ~1970 he's not just making random shots in the dark - he already knows what forces are involved with strengthening psionic powers because he already knew how to suppress them in ~59.

soteria isn't magic, it's something ordinary old Brenner was able to develop using ordinary old science - and it didn't take years of research after obtaining Henry, either (I figure he had to have it already in the tattoo scene or the restraints wouldn't have mattered). my money says it involves magnets interfering with Henry's electromagnetic blablah or maybe just creating a small but constant drain on his battery. maybe his powers aren't shut off, just weakened, like he said?

as for tracking him - if he's telling the truth about that part - idk what GPS technology was like in `59, but if soteria has magnetic properties, I wonder if Henry could be tracked in the same sense as Dustin's compass needle deflecting to the gate?

now about Will:

admittedly this is based on a shaky series of assumptions and limited understanding, but just to toss the thought out there -

HNL took scans of Will's brain when he was possessed in season 2. IF these are MRI images, and IF I'm right about soteria involving a magnet, that seems to me like a vote against the idea that Henry put soteria in Will's neck while he was in the UD.

that thing made a distinctly metal noise when it hit the floor. if you've ever had an MRI, you know you can't go in there with any metal on or in your body, because an MRI is a REALLY powerful magnet, and if you have anything metal in you, it could get dislodged or pulled out, and/or the metal thing can heat up and burn you, and/or it can screw up the image.

if Will had an MRI not knowing he had soteria in him, it could have gotten ripped out like El ripped out Henry's, or at least pulled on his skin painfully enough to alert him to it. there are kinds of metal that are nonmagnetic and MRI safe, but the whole point of this thing, I'm theorizing, is that it involves a magnet so

even aside from soteria, I'm curious about the possible effects of a super magnet on Will while he has the MF in him.

actually wait one last tangent. anyone who cares, can you check out the particles-coming-alive scene in 3x01 (try about 11:30)? I'd gif it but the detail is too fine.

is ALL the debris I'm seeing throughout the scene shadow particles, and the particles are just not totally homogenous? or are the ones we first see shimmering on the floor metal bits (this being the floor of an abandoned steel works after all)? once the shadow takes shape, I'm sure I see distinct areas of shadow-cloud and other shimmery reflective stuff. am I to understand this as metal shavings being swept up with the shadow? in other words does it have a magnetic pull?

imagine Will's body being thoroughly infused with magnetic particles and going in an MRI tube lol

[forever-rogue]

Hi! Idk if you're taking requests now but I'll give it a shot. So... I'm having a bad week, hating my body a little bit more, and if you could make a fluff comfort with Steven Grant would make my day.

If you're not taking requests, just know that I really appreciate your writing and I'll be waiting for the next work. Beijos do Brasil.

AN | Steven is just the ultimate comfort, no? I hope you all enjoy! 🥰

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Hey love,” the sound of his warm, sweet voice made your heart constrict as you gave your reflection a last little once over. Turning away from the mirror, you found Steven leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a sweet smile on his face, “you’re not dressed?”

“Steven,” you tried to muster up the best smile you could, but judging from the look on his face, you were not convincing, “I was going to call earlier but totally forgot. I’m not…I don’t feel well. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go out tonight. I’m so sorry.”

“Are you getting sick?” a genuine look of concern crossed his features as you shook your head, “oh. Migraine or just…something?”

“Just not feeling well,” you worried your bottom lip as you concentrated your gaze on the floor, “maybe we can go out next weekend or something.”

“If you want to stay here, that’s totally fine,” he moved to stand in front of you, tentatively reaching up and putting his hand on your cheek. Part of you wanted to swat his hand away, but you knew he meant well. He was nothing but kind and he would have done anything to make sure you were okay, “we can order a takeaway and watch a movie or something?”

“It’s alright,” you put your hand on top of his and gently removed it from your face, “you can go home Steven, or go out with someone else.”

“I’m not going to go anywhere,” he promised, putting his hand under chin to tilt your face up to his. Dark brown eyes met yours as he tried to figure out what was going on, “why on earth would I ever go out with someone else?”

“You could find someone so much…better than me,” you huffed lightly, “someone that’s not like this.”

“Like what?” he asked, and he could easily see that you were torn about something. You tried to blink away the tears that were burning at the back of your eyes, willing them not to pearl up, “talk to me, sweetheart, so I try to help you.”

“You can’t…there’s nothing you can do to help,” you sighed heavily before pulling back from him and turning away. You wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater and let out a heavy sigh, “don’t laugh, but I just…I don’t like myself very much right now. I don’t want to drag you down with my negativity.”

“Is that what’s been going on, darling?” he behind you, gently and tentatively wrapping his arms around your midsection before hugging you to him. When you didn’t push him away, he took that as a good sign; a sign of both trust and love. You let your frame lean into his, and Steven rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a few gentle kisses to your shoulder. Something about his gentle touch and the warmth that radiated from him made it feel like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you glanced up and let your eyes meet his in the mirror, “besides, it’s my burden to bear, not yours.”

“If I could, I would take away all of your burdens and carry them,” he whispered, “that’s what you do when you love someone. You can come to meet about anything. You know that."

"I do," you sniffled quietly, "you've always been so good to me. You don't deserve someone like me-"

"You're right," he quickly interrupted, "you're much too good for me."

 "Steven!" there it was. A small bit of a smile tugging up the corners of your mouth, "that's not what meant! Silly man!"

"I know," he grinned as he held you tighter, "but if you think I'm about to let you talk yourself down, then you're very wrong. I love you, just as you are."

"I don't know how or why," you turned around so you were facing him, letting out a long breath, "I'm nothing special."

"That's where you're wrong, darling," he said gently as you looked at him with expectant eyes, “ just because you’re having a hard time seeing how wonderful and amazing you are, doesn’t mean others do. You are…more than special to me. Think about all the wonderful things you’ve done for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I do it because I love you,” you kissed his cheek gently, “I would do anything for you.”

“Exactly,” he tenderly stroked your cheek, “and what makes you think I would do anything less for you?”

“I don’t know,” you waved your hands in exasperation, “sometimes I wonder why you’d like someone like me. I’m just…me. I don’t look like everyone else, I feel so boring compared to others, and my mind doesn’t work like…I want it to.”

“And mine does?” he laughed lightly as you realized what’d you said. You offered him a sheepish grin, “I know what you meant sweetheart. One of the many things that I love about you is that you’re so different from anyone else. To me, you are the most beautiful, wonderful person I have ever met. Maybe you don’t see it, but I’m willing to try and show that to you every single day if I need to.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best person ever?” without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tightly, burrowing your face into his chest, “I love you, Steven. I really do.”

“I know,” he gently rubbed your back in soothing circles, “you show me that in everything you do. I love you too."

“I try,” you pulled back and cupped his face in your hands, ghosting your fingertips over his features, “you are my favorite person, Steven Grant.”

“And you are mine,” he turned his face to kiss your palm, “what do you say we get comfortable on the couch and order in? We can do whatever you want.”

“I think that sounds wonderful,” you agreed, the weight that had been on your shoulders slowly felt like it was lifting, “just like any time spent with you. Thank you…for everything.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, “now come on, beautiful girl, let’s get our date night started.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[smutsonian]

Mafia bucky with size kink, belly bulge, choking with vibration arm, sub space, daddy kink, creampie kink and squirting, breeding kink, maybe exhibitionism with Steve. This could lead to a part 2 as a 3 way with double vaginal penetration, no anal

that smile on her face

bucky barnes x reader

summary: mafia!bucky x reader ft. mafia!boss!steve and it’s basically just p0rn with a little bit of plot i guess.

warnings: smut, (whatevers written in the ask), violence, rumlow, not proofread, idk please tell me if I missed something.

word count: 3.1k

a/n: why was it so hard to write this fic vjhafvu im rusty with writing soz

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It was becoming too much for you. The palpable tension between the two brooding men and the looming figures of terrifying men on each side that serves as guards for both sides didn’t bring you any comfort and the fact that your boyfriend is a few feet away from you right now isn’t giving you any reassurance that this situation is under control.

 Steve, your boyfriend’s best friend, stands face to face with an unknown man wearing an eerie smile on his face but his aura is producing anything but a positive vibe while your boyfriend stands beside Steve, glaring at the strange man. You thought you remembered someone calling him Rumlow.

 You know about your boyfriend’s line of work but you never really got to witness his job with your own eyes. Life with Bucky has always been laughs and giggles, passion and love behind closed doors so you never really thought about the dangers that may come with his job. You thought you could continue to live happily and carefree with him until now. 

When you saw Rumlow turning his attention to Bucky’s louring face and smirking at the emotion he’s able to get from your boyfriend made your stomach turn. You saw Rumlow’s hand rise from his side and time seemed to stop for you when you saw a gun pointed in your boyfriend’s direction. You saw your Bucky’s jaw clenching and you couldn’t help the small whimper escaping your lips when Rumlow turns the safety off with a deafening click.

 Bucky’s eyes subtly searched your face but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were begging Rumlow to drop his gun and let your boyfriend be but the moment Rumlow turns to look at you, your stomach begins to feel more horrible than it already is. But you would do everything for your Bucky. You had to try.

 “P-Please don’t…” You stutter, glancing at the gun pointing towards your Bucky then looking back up at Rumlow. 

 He mockingly juts his bottom lip out, pouting at you before tilting his head to the side. “No?” He asks.

 You could only nod, ignoring Bucky who was trying his best to get your attention, for sure trying to make you stop talking to Rumlow.

 “This your girl, Barnes?” Rumlow asks, scanning your form but nobody answers him.

 Rumlow chuckles before putting the gun down, giving you a sense of relief before your breath hitches when the gun is suddenly pointed in your direction. 

 “Should I just shoot you then, little girl?” 

 Bucky’s form stiffens, as well as Steve’s and his guards, ready for an order to attack when Rumlow speaks up again.

 “Are you willing to risk your life for this motherfucker?” 

 You didn’t know if it was your nerves making you dizzy but everything went by in a flash but in slow motion at the same time. You saw Bucky side-stepping quickly towards you, his metal arm raising as if to shield you both. A bullet makes contact with his metal arm before bouncing off of it and you stare at his arm in awe before looking at him with crazed eyes. He scans you for a quick second before he rushes you both out of the place, and onto a car before caressing your face with both of his hands. The sounds of guns being fired filling your ears.

 “You shouldn’t have done that, baby girl.” His words are dark and it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know him. If he wasn’t giggling with you about a silly movie yesterday, you would’ve been frightened of him.

 When you don't answer, he tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to focus on him instead of the continuous gunfire.

 “Y-You’re arm… How did you know it would save us?” You stared at his face while your hand absentmindedly wrapped over his metal hand, caressing it gently.

 His eyes flicker to your hand on his metal ones before looking back at you with an earnest look. “I didn’t. I just know that I had to protect you.” He says, chest heaving as he finally let himself show his emotions. Something that he only does with you.

 “Y-you… You could’ve died, Bucky…” 

 “I will do anything to protect you, doll.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before the driver’s door opens and Steve crawls in, breathing heavily.

 “We gotta fucking go,” was the only thing he says before stepping on the gas.

 You did your best to ignore the blood splattered on his face and the white shirt under his black suit.

 You lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder as he hugs you extra close to him, fearing that you might slip away from him and you bask in the closeness and warmth of his body. Your brain starts to fog up, and the only words running inside it are the words your Bucky said. You snuggle closer to him, humming unknowingly in satisfaction.

 ‘I will do anything to protect you, doll.’

  Bucky Barnes watched you curling closer to him, your cheeks brushing against his arm as your eyes remained close, face finally relaxing as you go deeper into slumber. He smiled at your form, pecking the top of your head before pulling you closer to his body. 

 If someone told him that his heart would be palpitating because of a pretty little thing like you, he would’ve shot them in the head for poking jokes at him but now that you’re beside him…

 “Is she okay?” Steve’s voice cuts Bucky’s thoughts off as Steve looks at him through the rearview mirror, quickly turning back to look at him then towards his girl with worried eyes.

 “She’s resting. Calm for now.” Bucky’s jaw clenches at the thought of you producing tears for the likes of Rumlow. His heart skips a beat at the memory of that gun being pointed at you. His grip on the door handle becomes tighter while he tries his best to keep his other hand calm, the one that he’s holding you with.

 “She’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to her. I know you won’t. I sure as hell won’t…” Steve gives Bucky a reassuring smile, mumbling the last words under his breath. 

 The car ride was silent throughout the ride, thoughts eating up on Bucky’s mind as he thinks of Steve’s words as well as what to do with you. How to make things up for you because he’s taking the blame for you being in a very dangerous position. 

 “We’re here,” Steve states, stopping the car and getting out before quickly going over to Bucky’s side, opening the door for Bucky and a groggy you. You’re still in Bucky’s arms, already squirming into consciousness while Bucky tries to coo you back to sleep.

 “Need any help?” 

 “I got it,” Bucky answers Steve before carrying you inside the manor, Steve quietly following behind.

 Once inside, Bucky feels you squirming more and he lets you go, gently putting you down on your feet. He looks down at your face that’s looking back up at him with a blank expression. He takes note of Steve’s form leaning on the doorway.

 “Bucky…” He hears you mumble.

 “What is it, princess?” Bucky notes the way your eyes flutters at the nickname and he fights a smile that wants to force its way onto his face.

 “You almost d-died because of me,” Your sob breaks his heart and he’s suddenly on you. He’s eager to make you wipe the tears away. Eager to bring back the smile that always makes him swoon because this isn’t how he wants to see you cry. 

 “Don’t cry, princess. I’ll do anything for you even if that means getting hurt.” He continues to wipe at your tears but it was no use. You’re a broken dam right now.

 “Daddy’s here, princess. Daddy’s right here.” He whispers, not caring if Steve hears him but he takes note of the way Steve’s form stiffens by the doorway. It wasn’t hard to miss because of his broad shoulders. 

 “You trust Daddy, right, Princess?” He pulls back, caressing your face and that’s when he sees it.

 Your eyes are fogged, face wet with tears but the flow has stopped. You’re just looking at him with those foggy eyes filled with something so much intensity.

 “Yes, daddy. I trust you.” He hears you whisper and he knows you’re deep in your space right now.

 Bucky wipes your face with a cloth that’s conveniently in his pocket before walking back, away from you. You whimper at the loss of his touch but one word from him made you stop.

 “Stay.”

 Bucky feels himself grow proud at your obedience. He flicks a look at Steve before looking back at you.

 “Take your clothes off for Daddy, princess.” 

 “Steve, you fucking stay there.” He doesn’t even glance at Steve but he hears his steps stopping. You didn’t even notice his words towards Steve because you were eagerly obeying his command, stripping out of your clothes with haste.

 “Come here, princess,” Bucky motions you to come over and you do. He instantly wraps his metal hand around your throat, not clenching it at all. He just rests his hand on your throat, careful not to frighten you.

 “You trust me, princess?” He asks one more time.

 “Yes, yes I do, daddy.” You breathe out, nodding against his hold which he tightens. Bucky’s eyes flicker at how your thighs clenched together and hear the tiny moan slipping out of your mouth.

 “You like this, princess? You like my hand around your pretty little throat?” Bucky tightens his hold a little more, eyes gleaming at how his hand is covering your whole neck now. 

 “Your neck is so tiny, I can easily crush it, princess. You’re not afraid of me?” Instead of being afraid, you whine, suddenly thrusting your naked hips towards him and he chuckles at you before letting you go. 

 Bucky glances at Steve who was fixing his pants, no doubt tightening uncomfortably at the scene in front of him.

 Bucky stares at you, eyes begging for him to touch you but he ignores it before walking over to the long sofa and sitting down. He pats his lap as he calls for you which you eagerly obeyed, almost skipping your way towards his lap. You were about to straddle him when he stops you.

 He turns your body with so much ease before pulling you down, earning an “oof” from you when your back hits his hard chest. He guides your legs so they’re resting outside of his legs. He easily spreads your legs with his and he dwells at the shiver your body makes when you’re completely exposed.

 “Sit, Steve.” Bucky motions to the long sofa opposite to where the both of you are sitting and he feels you stiffening against him so he whispers soothing words in your ears. “I got you, princess.”

 Steve walks towards the sofa before awkwardly sitting. Bucky could see how much his best friend was trying to control himself but, in the end, his best friend loses his inner battle for he looks at you and then to your cunt, before looking back at you.

 “Don’t worry about Steve, princess. We can trust him. He did kill that awful man for you…” He chuckles at the way your body shivers, your stiffness has long gone now.

 “H-he did?”

 “Yes. Now let’s give Steve a little show, yeah? Show him just how fucking precious my princess is…” Bucky’s metal finger goes to your breasts, teasing each of them with equal attention. He pulls little whimpers from you here and there and he can see Steve squirming uncomfortably from across the both of you and he chuckles.

 “Don’t be shy, Steve. You can touch yourself.” Bucky’s free hand goes to your core, rubbing his fingers on your clit, making your moans grow louder.

 “But you won’t be able to touch my girl. You can just watch and you can be thankful that I’m letting you.” Bucky takes pride in how he’s able to make his best friend look so powerless when he’s the boss. Right now, Bucky is the boss though.

 “D-daddy!” You’re suddenly shaking against Bucky as you reach your first peak, your juice covering Bucky’s fingers while his other hand continues to play with your hard nipples.

 Bucky hears a groan from Steve, smirking how his friend has his hand down his pants pathetically.

 Bucky continues to play with your body, pulling a few more orgasms from you until you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s giving you. 

 Now that’s how he wants to see you cry. Only in pleasure and nothing else. Only the best for his girl.

 “Daddy, please!” You scream at Bucky, your small hands gripping his flesh hand that was on your cunt.

 “What is it, princess? Tell daddy what you want.” 

 “W-want more, daddy,” you whisper, almost shyly, and Bucky coos at your embarrassed face.

 “You need to be more specific than that, princess. Don’t be shy. You’re so fucking beautiful that you got Steve and me so fucking hard, baby.” He turns your head to the side before pressing a hungry kiss on your lips, tongue lapping every corner of your mouth before pulling away, admiring the string of saliva that connects your lips.

 “Tell daddy what you want, princess. Be more specific this time.” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it and earning another whimper from you.

 “Want your cock in me, daddy,” you finally say, begging with your hips grinding against his hard cock that’s under you. 

 He hums in approval before easily lifting you up and positioning his tip in your entrance. He looks at Steve who was looking hungrily at your slit that’s ready to take his swollen cock.

 A gaudy moan escapes from your mouth as Bucky pulls your body down his cock, your head instantly falling back to his shoulder at the feeling of his cock inside of you.

 “Fuck!” Bucky hisses at the feeling of your warm and very tight walls hugging his thick cock.

 “God, baby… You’re so fucking tight!” Bucky’s eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching him and he even whimpers when you start to grind against his lap, asking for more.

 He gives it to you. 

 He stares at Steve’s face as he guides your body on top of his, bouncing you on his lap while thrusting his hips into you to reach deeper inside of you.

 Bucky sees Steve’s hungry eyes staring at a certain spot as he bites his bottom lip. Bucky follows his gaze and he too, grows even more hungry, if that’s even possible, at the sight of your lower abdomen bulging out every time his cock thrusts deep inside your tight cunt.

 “Princess…” Bucky groans, stopping you from bouncing, earning a whine from you which turns into loud cries of pleasure when he starts impelling you with his cock again and again. His flesh hand goes to press on your lower abdomen to feel himself inside of you.

 The three of you groan at the scene and Bucky looks back at Steve, smirking and moaning at the same time. Seeing Steve hungrily looking at you but not being able to touch you gives him a rush. Especially when Steve is choking his own cock while he watches the both of you. Oh, Bucky loves showing people that you’re his girl.

 “D-daddy, I’m gonna—”

 “Fucking cum for me, princess.” 

 And you do. You cum with a loud cry, followed by Bucky’s loud cry as he felt your walls suffocating his cock which only gave him more motivation to pistol into you, riding your orgasm. His vibranium fingers find your clit, ignoring your tiny hands that wrapped around it.

 “Too much, daddy!”

 “Give me one more, baby! I wanna cum inside your pretty cunt,” he whispers into your ear before pressing his lips on your neck, sucking your skin with wet kisses. That seems to make you more compliant. You wanted him to cum inside you and Bucky chuckled at how your walls clenched around him at the thought.

 “Oh, you’d like that, won’t you? Want daddy to give you his cummies? Want daddy to breed you? Get you all nice and round…” 

 “Y-yes daddy!” You let out a squeal when his fingers started buzzing around your clit.

 “Yes! Cum inside of her, Buck…” Steve’s wanton voice catches both of your attention and Bucky feels your walls tighten around him when he sees you watching Steve beat his cock with his own hand, his girth swollen and ready to cum. And it’s all because of you. His girl.

 Bucky doubles his efforts, metal hand vibrating against your clit, flesh hand pressing on the bulge that his cock continues to make on your lower abdomen.

 With a few more thrust, Bucky feels his balls tightening and you must’ve felt his thick cock twitching because your walls tightened again and this time, it’s enough to make him burst his seeds into you so, with a loud grunt, Bucky pulls you down on him as his cock twitches inside you, spurting his seeds into your cunt while the head of his cock remains touching your cervix.

 With his metal fingers still vibrating against your clit, you follow him with cumming as the mixture of the feeling of him filling you up with his cum and the intense vibration of his fingers on your sensitive bud.

 Across from the both of you, Steve watches how Bucky is filling you up with his cum, and the moment Bucky’s excess cum starts slipping out from the sides of your slit, he loses it. With a whimper, Steve’s cum shoots out and his hands get covered with his thick white cum while a few lands on the floor. Steve licks his lips when he sees Bucky pulling out of you and using his metal fingers to push the fallen cum back inside of you.

 Steve, still shaking from his orgasm, watches as Bucky picks you up after covering you up with his suit jacket and walking toward the stairs. 

 He stops to look at him though.

 “Thanks for killing the bastard for her, punk.” And with a smirk, he leaves with you in his arms.

 Bucky places you on the bed before cleaning you up. His hands are gentle as he wipes his cum off your thighs and your swollen cunt before getting in beside you and wrapping you up in a blanket.

 “Thank you, daddy.” You slur before curling up beside him. He chuckles before pulling you closer to him.

 “You don’t have to worry about anything, princess. I’ll do anything for you, okay? Seems like Steve will too,” Bucky laughs but doesn’t earn a reply from you. He looks down at your face, seeing you already fast asleep with a smile on your face.

 Oh, how he loves that smile. 

 And he’ll do anything to keep that smile on his girl’s face.

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a/n: i just wish I did this request justice :3

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk