#I’m shaking him violently /pos

[rotteneldritchhorror]

I’m violently shaking Damien motherfucking haas right now you don’t understand

[andromeda-galaxy2877]

Hiiiii I’m baaack because, as always, ur writing is lovely. Would you be so kind as to do 16 & 26, s’il te plaît? 👁️👁️

Hi again Ferr! I have more angst for you >:D

Once again, blood and death warning! (sorry guys Ferr brings out the worst in me /pf /lh /pos)

Link to original prompts below!

https://www.tumblr.com/promptsbytaurie/737257254775111680/dialogue-prompts-for-injury?source=share

16: “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise”

26: “[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

All he’d wanted to do was blow off a little steam, take some time out of the Lair. Away from his new responsibilities, away from the new and uncomfortable home they were renovating, away from his fights with Raph. All he’d wanted was peace and quiet.

And maybe a bit of fun. That was the whole reason Leo brought Mikey along with him; well that, and that he’d noticed his youngest brother looking a bit sad as Leo had stormed away from Raph. 

So, Leo had gone to Mikey’s room, finding the box turtle hunched at his desk. Neon lights embedded in the ceiling of his train cart painted the room in a soft glow as he drew something— Mikey looked up the moment he heard Leo come in, his expression furrowed in confusion.

“Hey Mike.” Leo had begun with a big grin, hoping it would hide how his heart was racing. How much he was afraid that his recent attitude had driven more than one brother away from him. “Wanna come topside with me to skateboard?” It wasn’t like they had a ramp inside anymore.

After Mikey had agreed, Leo had anticipated a peaceful night. Hanging out with his baby brother, practicing tricks on their skateboards, maybe grabbing a pizza…

…Getting attacked by the Foot Clan had not been a part of the plan.

The two turtles hadn’t been expecting a fight, let alone such a sudden ambush. 

Leo noticed Mikey had opted to use his skateboard as a weapon, flinging it around with his kusari-fundo. The slider chuckled as his little brother flung one of the foot soldiers clean off their feet and careening right into another.

“Nice throw, little brother!” Leo called, grinning as Mikey shot him a thumbs up. And then the box turtle’s expression did something horrible.

It twisted, horror sharpening— before he was suddenly at Leo’s side, shoving him with a scream to, “WATCH OUT!”

Leo hissed as gravel dug into his palms and forearms, stinging his scales. He pushed himself back up to a kneel, whipping around—

All the air rushed from his body. Shock settled into his bones, freezing him in place.

Mikey stood over him, his eyes wide. Staring down at the sword stabbing through his stomach— and then crying out as it was pulled out, falling to his knees then collapsing onto his side.

And Leo.

Saw.

Red.

…

…

…He wasn’t sure what exactly happened next. He vaguely recalled screams, flashes of blue portals and pink smoke, and then silence. 

The only sound filling the dark skatepark was Leo’s heavy breathing. His breath hitched, swords slipping out of his hands and clattering to the ground as he whipped around, rushing back to Mikey’s side.

“MIKEY!” He screamed, crashing down to his knees and tugging his baby brother into his arms. The box turtle cried out, flinching as he was jostled.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry— hang on, just hang on—” Leo’s mind was scrambled. ‘Focus, focus, focus focus focus focus focusfocusfocusfocus— stop the bleeding.’ Leo fumbled through his pouches, practically ripping a pack of gauze out and pressing it to the wound.

Mikey whimpered, shuddering and curling closer to his big brother. Tears stung the corners of Leo’s eyes as he rocked them back and forth, pressing it down harder as the blood soaked into the spongy material— causing Mikey to scream.

“God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.” Leo breathed, shaking violently. He hit his panic button, heart in his throat. He’d never dealt with a stab wound like this before, not in this location. Not alone. “I’ll get you home, I’ll get help. Okay? You’re gonna be fine, Mikester.” ‘I can’t move him though, I can’t carry him that far like this, my ninpo was exhausted by that fight— I can’t—’

“Are you okay?” Mikey whispered, grabbing Leo’s bicep as he stared up at him with wild eyes. “Did you get hurt?”

“Did I—” Leo shook his head, a manic laugh escaping his beak. “Buddy, I’m fine. We gotta get you home, okay?”

Mikey hummed, his expression twisting. His scales were much paler than they should be, the gauze already leaking blood down his sides— ‘No, no no no no no NONONONONONO—’

“Leo…?” Mikey choked out, grabbing onto his shoulder desperately, fear overwhelming his weak voice. “Am I gonna die?”

“No.” Leo forced a reassuring smile onto his face. “No, no, no, of course not bud. Course not. You’re gonna be—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Mikey’s head gently thumped against Leo’s plastron. His hand slid off of the slider’s shoulder, hitting the ground with a dull thunk.

Leo was frozen. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t— he couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mike? Mikey, Miguel, come on come on—” Leo whispered, his eyes wide. He felt sick, bile rising in his throat and his lungs tightening at his baby brother’s continued stillness. “Mikey? Miguel, this isn't funny. Stop…please….”

…

Leo rocked the lifeless form in his arms slowly, feeling like he was underwater. Nothing from the world around him mattered anymore. The sounds were faint, his lungs were being crushed by the weight of his grief. The distant sounds grew louder— and then a blurry shape dropped to its knees in front of him, arms reaching out and ripping Mikey’s body right out of his hold.

Leo let them. He didn’t deserve to hold his baby brother anymore. 

He faintly heard the sound grow more frantic, the shape slowly coming into focus. He first registered the green, then the purple— oh. It was Donnie. His twin was clutching Mikey close to his chest, frantically tapping his face as he kept screaming something. Leo had no idea what— all he could hear was ringing.

The screamed words turned into an anguished, single note as Donnie crushed Mikey to his chest, faint, piercing sobs breaking through the fog clouding Leo’s mind.

And then someone else stepped into view. Leo looked up at his older brother as Raph fell in front of him, staring down at Mikey with a look Leo didn’t even want to describe. Then he slowly turned to look at Leo, grabbing his shoulders.

He shouted something unintelligible. Leo didn’t react, blinking rapidly.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Raph screamed again, shaking Leo’s shoulders roughly. 

Leo’s throat closed up. He couldn’t explain if he wanted to. He just stared at Raph silently as his big brother’s expression twisted, a horrible amalgamation of emotions swamping his face— but all Leo could see was the anger.

Leo flinched back, completely unnoticed by the others. ‘This is all my fault. If I hadn’t dragged us out here, he’d still be alive. This is my fault.’

The force of the revelation nearly crushed him.

What he heard next did.

“Can we— can we get him to the Med Bay??” Raph’s choked, hopeful, shaky question was directed at Donnie. The softshell didn’t respond, causing the desperation to rise in Raph’s voice. “Please, we gotta— he’s just a baby, please— Leo, Lee, we can get him fixed up, right?? He’ll be okay, right??”

Leo couldn’t breathe.

“Right…?”

…

[anthrotmnt]

A Second Dance: Part 1 - A Dream

Arm tossed and turned in bed, muttering to himself. Lately, as he’s been trying to sleep, the sound of something thudding has continued to echo in his head, lulling him into a dream (more like a nightmare!). He didn’t know what it was, but it sounded heavy. 

He always knew he was dreaming, and he knew that despite the darkness around him, he was in some kind of building. That wherever this was, it was old. He didn’t know why, only that something inside felt older when he was in this place. As the darkness receded a bit, he could make out that he was in a hallway. Ahead of him now, he could make out the faint echo of some kind of music playing, though it was muffled, and then there would be that awful thud noise. 

This was unusual. Usually, around this time, Arm would wake himself up. This time however the echo seemed to grow clearer, and the woman’s singing voice (how could he tell?) was becoming louder. The lyrics still remained muffled, as Arm continued moving forward down this gradually brightening hallway. 

Ahead of him, he could see the entryway of a room, and through it, there stood an old TV, the screen unclear and staticky.

“I’ve never made it this far before” he mumbled to himself, a slight shiver as the room seemed to get colder the closer her got. He tilted his head, confused, as he suddenly felt something being draped over him. He looked down at the red sleeves of a jacket now gracing his arms, and realized it seemed to be that jerk Arc’s jacket! “Even in my dreams, he’s still bothering me” he mumbled halfheartedly, as the jacket did indeed make him feel warmer. 

He made it to the TV, realizing it was the only source of light in the room. He turned to his left and barely made out the sight of what could have been a mirror, before the TV suddenly shut off. 

The only thing he managed to glean from his apparent reflection, was that he was wearing something red. 

Why do I feel happy, seeing that shade of red? Wait - were my pants red?

Before he could think too much about it, Arm was abruptly shaken awake. 

“Arm!” was shouted right into his face by his friend, as he jerked upright.

“Sand - what, what are you doing?!”

“You started mumbling something. Then you got louder and louder! It woke me up and I got worried. And then you were shaking more and more violently, so I had to wake you up! What were you dreaming of?” Sand asked, as he sat back down on his own bed. He was looking at his friend with sincere concern.

“I was in some old house, with someone singing, and there was a TV, and a mirror, I think.”

Sand didn’t respond, but Arm chuckled as he saw the wonder in Sand’s eyes. Sand had recently started following that ghost group - "Vimarnsukmunon", he thinks - on TikTok, and since then his friend had gotten invested in the supernatural. Despite the fact he still remembers them both having been scared by a caterpillar only a few short years ago! 

“The song was muffled, but it seemed like something operatic? I was wearing red, but weirdly enough the mirror seemed to be reversed.”

“Woah! We’ll have to tell Po. Can’t believe he’s missing this. What do you think it all means?”

Arm shrugged, “maybe it’s something about the Star competition? Maybe I was supposed to perform a song and dance. Not that I’m able to continue with all that, what with having taken that fall” Arm mumbled as he flopped down down into his bed.  

“That jacket you brought back to the dorm the other day was red right? Maybe your subconscious is just processing things.” Sand responded, yawning as he gave a big stretch. “Well, I guess it’s time to get up and ready for class. Is Arc going to pick us up again?” Sand asked, excited at the prospect of getting chauffeured again and not having to walk or catch a ride elsewhere.

Arm answered his friend with a pillow to the face.

[8-rae-rae-8]

I had a sort of angsty agere thought that’s been floating in my head 👉👈

Cw: death mention, impure regression , angst

Ghost (reboot or original) already in a tense/bad headspace bc it’s nearing the anniversary of his family’s death.

He always gets extra snappy and tends to be more grumpy leading up to it. Most of those close to Ghost (Gaz, Price, Soap, Nik and Laswell) understand what’s going on (to an extent - Price knows the most as Simon trusts Baba) and try their best to help Ghost anyway they can. but to new recruits and contracted soldiers outside of 141, it just seems like Ghost is being an asshole for the sake of it. He’s extra hard when Training new recruits, shouting at them for small mistakes and seems to have a shorter fuse than usual.

A group of problematic recruits who are frustrated w/ the LT’s attitude decide to pull a ‘harmless’ prank on him. They heard a rumour that the LT HATES snakes and decide it’d be funny to sneak one either in his barracks or his locker. When Ghost opens his locker and sees a ball python chilling in his locker, it makes him freeze in fear and have a really bad flashback to his childhood. This, combined with the upcoming anniversary causes him to impurely regress (and it’s a hard drop). Behind his mask, he starts weeping silently and shaking violently.

Luckily, Soap is there next to his LT. he sees Ghost frozen in fear and peers into his locker and sees the ball python. He hears snickering behind him and puts two and two together.

Long story short, he breaks the nose of the ringleader and sends the rest of the group to run laps. He gently coaxes a very shaken Simon to Price’s office, cooing and comforting him the entire way.

Que regressed Simon being pampered and coddled by 141. Baba Price letting him snuggle on his lap as he does paperwork. Soap (once he’s finished filling out the incident report) playing w/ Simon and colouring with him. Gaz, who quickly becomes aware of the situation, helping a sleepy Simon take a nap by letting him snuggle into him and rubbing circles into his back. Overall, just a lot of love and much needed pampering from the rest of 141.

Deep down, Little!Simon is still hurting about the upcoming anniversary. He misses his old family a lot..but having 141 drop every thing to help the distressed little one heals a part of his broken heart and reminds him that he’s not alone like he thought he was.

This was so long I’m sorry for being feral again 😔😔👉👈

I love you I love you I love you

YES. Yes. UGH /pos

Just yes.

I can 100% see the 141 helping Simon out in those ways. (even if Price's legs go numb from holding Simon in his lap so long)

I bet they'd make their own holiday thing that was like Christmas, but not too much. Mostly just a day they'd spend together, but no presents

[theroseempress]

I wrote a thing yesterday! It has superheroes!

The Registration Center was a free zone; meaning both heroes and villains could enter it as long as they had no violent intent.

Jessica Fallon was a receptionist there, and as a result had a more… open view on the border between heroes and villains than the average person.

(Which was a fancy way of saying that despite being a normal law-abiding un-powered woman, she was on quite good terms-almost friends- with both some heroes and villains)

More specifically, the Renegades, and especially their leader Trickster. Or; as he’d just been revealed, Paris Vanily.

Jessica’s first meeting with Trickster had been when he and Heartbreaker had come in to register their team as the Renegades and neutral affiliated, shortly after Tangle had left for the Defenders.

(Jessica got on quite well with the young hero as well, especially considering how frequently she saw him)

After that, Trickster had shown up at the Registry several more times, usually taking advantage of the safe zone to hide from whoever was chasing him that time. Jessica, as part of the general agreement around safe zones, let him hide behind the counter and told anyone coming in (usually one of the Defenders or Defiants; villains rarely thought of coming into a safe zone to look for Trickster) that she was the only one there. Some of the other Renegades also showed up from time to time with Trickster, usually Heartbreaker or Hijack.

(Eversor had only been there once, to switch his affiliation to the Renegades. Jessica got the feeling he had some bad blood with the heroes)

The revelation that Trickster was actually Paris Vanily and had apparently been behind the robbery of the Archives (another safe zone) had been… frankly, too shocking to take seriously.

(Jessica had seen how seriously Heartbreaker took safe zones. There was no way she would have let Trickster do that, unless there was something else going on)

(There was something else going on)

Jessica had checked, once the news came out. None of the heroes had released it, and she severely doubted the Renegades would release their own identities.

It’s a distraction for something, and it looks like it’s working. Everyone’s running after the Renegades… what’s the opening?

Sighing, Jessica smacked the side of her head as if to shake the thoughts out. Enough, I’m not in charge of this. I can think about it later, when I’m not at work.

With that, she returned to sorting the stack of papers in front of her.

Several minutes later, papers sorted, Jessica leaned back in her chair and picked her coffee thermos up. Wrapping both hands around the warm metal, Jessica hugged it to her chest with a sigh. Why are government buildings always so cold? Leaning to the side, Jessica determinedly flailed at the jacket hanging from a hook on the side of her desk until she’d caught one sleeve. When several tugs didn’t dislodge the jacket, Jessica instead rolled her chair over and unhooked it properly. Shrugging the hoodie on and zipping it up, Jessica rolled back to her original position and took a sip of coffee, relaxing.

The night shift was lonely, sure, but Jessica preferred it to the usually bustling daytime. It was quite rare for anyone to come in at night, and those that did often didn’t bother Jessica, so she had plenty of time to either get her work done or just relax.

… I wonder if Anne’s up for a game of chess? I need something to take my mind off things.

Shifting her cup into her left hand, Jessica scooted closer to the desk again, tapping her keyboard’s space bar to wake the computer up.

She’d just started tapping her password in, when the soft click of the door opening echoed off the empty walls. Glancing up to see who was entering, Jessica started.

Trickster, Heartbreaker, and Eversor were walking into the Registry.

All of them were in costume, Trickster in the lead with Heartbreaker and Eversor flanking him on the right and left, respectively. Trickster had his hands tucked into his pockets, constant smile looking rather strained. At a first glance, Heartbreaker looked as quiet as ever, expression just as inscrutable as ever, but she was leaning on her cane a little harder than normal, the sharp taps echoing off the tiled floor. Eversor looked just as tired as the other two, though he held himself like he was expecting an attack at any second and was glancing around with narrowed eyes.

“Jessica!” Trickster grinned, flashing her a bright smile that was visibly fake. “Nice to see you again!”

Jessica took another sip of her coffee and nodded.

“You’ve sure been causing a stir.” she said noncommittally, wrapping both hands around her cup again.

Trickster halted by the desk, smile gaining a more exhausted edge.

“Tell me about it. Sooo, I hope you’re not planning to arrest me?”

“Safe zone.” Jessica reminded, sipping at her coffee. “Can’t.”

Trickster’s shoulders lost some of their tension, his smile looking slightly more genuine.

“Yay!”

Behind him, Heartbreaker rolled her eyes. Now that she’d stopped walking, it was very obvious that she was leaning on her cane to a far greater level than normal. Eversor hadn’t stopped by the desk like the other two, instead walking back and forth in front of the door like he was guarding it.

Maybe he was, Jessica realized.

“So,” she started, “I assume you’re not just here for my sparkling company?”

“Aw, don’t put yourself down like that.” Trickster scolded, then straightened a little. “But yeah, we aren’t. Is Aegis here? We’d like to speak to him.”

“And Spring.” Heartbreaker interjected.

Trickster shot her a look, then turned back to Jessica with a sigh.

“Not required, but yeah, if the Equinoxes are available ‘m sure we wouldn’t mind.”

Jessica raised a surprised eyebrow.

“Aegis? You want to talk to Aegis?”

“Yep?” Trickster grinned.

“… Well, alright, but are you sure that’s a good idea?” Jessica muttered.

“Eh,” Trickster sighed, leaning against the counter, “it sure wasn’t Plan A.”

“More like Plan Last Fucking Resort.” Heartbreaker grumbled.

“Plan LFR.” Trickster nodded.

Jessica shrugged, opening the desk drawer and taking her tablet out.

“Alright then.”

DAME G

Jessica (front desk)

Hi Alice!

Jessica (front desk)

Sorry to bother, but can you find Spring and

Autumn?

Jessica (front desk)

Some of the Renegades want to talk to them

and Aegis, if you could get them all?

alice <3

what???

alice <3

the renegades are in the registry???

Jessica (front desk)

Yes. Could you get Aegis and the Equinoxes,

please?

alice <3

yeah ok I’ll go do that dw <3

alice <3

u ok though?

Jessica (front desk)

I’m fine, thank you for asking Alice.

alice <3

yay good

alice <3

ok I’m gonna go find spring now glad ur ok

Jessica looked up from her tablet, nodding.

“I sent someone to go find them.”

Trickster, slouched against the counter, started.

“Oh! Thanks.” flashing Jessica a tired smile.

Jessica laid her tablet down and took another sip of her coffee, one thumb absently rubbing the smooth metal. Trickster returned to gazing into space, chewing absently on his bottom lip. Jessica frowned, studying him a little more intently.

The young man looked unusually rumpled, the black collared shirt he was wearing wrinkled in an odd contrast to how neatly it was tucked into his trousers. (which also looked rather crumpled.) His hair was neatly combed as usual, but looked like he hadn’t washed it in a while, and Trickster was drumming on the countertop with his right hand in an unusually open display of tension.

Heartbreaker had moved over to the counter at some point during Jessica’s chat with Alice, and was now sitting on the floor with her back pressed against it. All Jessica could see of the young woman was the hand she had wrapped around her cane (clutching it hard enough that her knuckles were white) and the top of her head, which she’d rested on her knees. It was an oddly vulnerable pose for the always alert, proud, young woman, which was only contributing to Jessica’s suspicious.

Jessica didn’t know enough about Eversor’s body language to conclude anything, and his clothes looked significantly neater than Trickster’s, but he certainly looked on edge from the way he was pacing back and forth and spinning towards each tiny sound.

“You alright?” Jessica asked finally, looking at Trickster with a frown.

The young man flinched, turning towards Jessica with almost a jump before relaxing again.

“Tired.” he explained.

As if to prove his point, one gloved hand came rapidly up to cover a yawn.

“I haven’t slept,” Heartbreaker complained from the floor, “for two days.”

Jessica blinked.

“I… don’t think that’s healthy.”

“Nope!” Trickster said cheerily, Heartbreaker echoing him in a more annoyed tone.

“… You really haven’t slept in that long?” Jessica frowned, leaning forwards to try and get a look at Heartbreaker.

“She’s running off her power by now.” Trickster explained when the blonde didn’t. “It’s… not the best idea,” shooting her a glare, “but she can theoretically manage it.”

Heartbreaker lifted her head just long enough to send an ice-blue glare back at Trickster before dropping it back to her knees.

“Sh’rrup you haven’t slept that long eith’r.” she grumbled.

“I had a nap yesterday!” Trickster complained. “You didn’t!”

“… fell asleep for a bit by accident last night.” Heartbreaker mumbled after a moment.

“You two really need to go to sleep.” Eversor sighed, halting his incessant pacing and walking over to them.

“Yes, Dad.” Heartbreaker and Trickster grumbled at the exact same time.

Eversor rolled his eyes.

“You haven’t slept for three days.” Heartbreaker added.

“Hypocrite.” Trickster nodded.

Eversor gave them both an unimpressed look.

“Yes, and which one of us can operate without sleep, again?”

“…You.” Trickster and Heartbreaker sighed, again at the same time. (How did they do that?)

“You don’t need to sleep?” Jessica interjected with a frown.

Eversor studied her for a long moment before answering.

“… I do need sleep, but I have other means I can rely on in a pinch.”

Jessica had seen stranger powers, so she didn’t push and instead looked scoldingly at Trickster.

“Staying awake that long isn’t good for you, you know.”

“See?” Eversor huffed, pointing at Jessica. “She’s an adult.”

“Yes Dad.” Trickster and Heartbreaker chorused again.

Eversor smacked Trickster on the shoulder, poking Heartbreaker in the side with his cane.

“Stop that.”

Heartbreaker lifted her head, presumably with a retort.

Jessica didn’t listen to it, looking down with a start as her tablet started vibrating.

DAME G

alice <3

ok I’m gonna go find spring now glad ur ok

(NOW)

alice <3

I found them! Autumn’s getting aegis!

alice <3

they’re talking

alice <3

ok spring wants me to tell you they’re coming

over

alice <3

they’ll be there in like three minutes she says

alice <3

aegis’ll be there in like a while idk

alice <3

you sure you’re ok?

Jessica (front desk)

Yes Alice, I’m alright. Thank you for asking :)

Jessica (front desk)

Thank you for getting them.

alice <3

np

alice <3

oh, chev wants me to say if you need someone

to beat someone up for you she volunteers

Jessica (front desk)

Tell her thank you for me, but I don’t think I need

that just yet.

“Spring and Autumn will be here in about three minutes.” Jessica said, looking up again.

Trickster and Eversor broke off mid-argument, looking at each-other for a long moment.

“Right, thank you.” Trickster mumbled, leaning back on the counter.

Eversor gave Jessica a curt nod, crossing his arms.

A few moments passed in silence, and then Heartbreaker lifted her head.

“They’re here.” she mumbled, reaching for her cane.

Eversor reached out a hand, which Heartbreaker took, struggling to her feet with a huff. Trickster also straightened, covering one last yawn before relaxing into a more normal posture for him. The three Renegades glanced at each-other, Eversor stepping around so he was on Trickster’s left side like before.

“Good luck.” he murmured.

“No trouble.” Trickster and Heartbreaker replied, nodding.

With that, the doors opened again, and the Equinoxes strode in.

Spring and Autumn, or the Equinoxes, were sisters, and one of the rare number of siblings who both had powers, especially powers that coordinated. Autumn, the older sister, had gyrokinesis and Spring, the younger, had telekinesis. They were both on the more powerful end of capes, almost as powerful as their former teammate Summer Solstice. (who had been the leader of the Elemental team, before it broke up)

Spring was walking a few steps ahead of Autumn, the latter following with hands tucked into her pockets. Spring had chin-length straight blonde hair, light skin, and light blue eyes, while Autumn had shoulder-length dark brown hair and dark green eyes. Both sisters were unmasked, Autumn’s costume consisting of knee-length buckled boots, black trousers, a loose black jacket, a dark green tank top and scarf, and black gloves, while Spring’s costume was grey jeans and short black boots, a white collared top, and a flowing loose light blue overshirt.

“Renegades.” Spring greeted, halting a few paces in front of the team.

Trickster smiled, taking a few steps forwards.

“Spring, Autumn, nice to see you. Aegis coming?”

“Shortly.” Autumn said, halting beside Spring. “Where’s the rest of your team?”

Trickster smiled, shaking his head.

“Secret!”

Autumn scowled, crossing her arms.

“Spring.” Heartbreaker nodded, sounding surprisingly polite.

“Heartbreaker.” Spring nodded in response.

“Why’d you come here, anyway?” Autumn pushed, eyes narrowed. “Doesn’t seem like a smart thing to do after robbing the Archives, does it?”

“It isn’t.” Trickster sighed. “Also, we didn’t actually do that, thank you.”

Spring and Autumn shared a dubious look.

“…I assume that’s why you wanted to talk to Aegis?” Spring guessed.

Trickster smirked.

“Part of it.”

Beside him, Heartbreaker pulled herself up onto the countertop, crossing one leg over the other and sending Autumn a deliberately provocative smile when the heroine scowled.

(It seemed like a purely provocative move, but Jessica could see how Heartbreaker’s shoulders relaxed when she was sitting)

Eversor leaned back against the counter, studying the Solstices silently with a bit of a smile.

“What’re you smiling about?” Autumn snapped.

Eversor tilted his head, smile sharpening, and didn’t answer. Autumn glared at him. Heartbreaker smirked, reaching a fist out. Eversor, still smiling at Autumn, clenched his own hand into a fist and bumped Heartbreaker’s.

Autumn scowled.

Trickster and Spring ignored the others, trading polite conversation back and forth. At some point, Trickster leaned back against the counter, the back of one hand brushing against Eversor’s arm and his other palm rested on Heartbreaker’s knee. Another few moments passed, and then the door opened again.

Aegis stepped inside, a young man following him.

Everyone straightened, even Jessica. It wasn’t conscious on her part, merely a side effect of being in the same room as one of- if not the most- powerful capes in the country.

Aegis was tall, somewhere over six feet, though he wasn’t very muscular. (unusual for a cape, let alone a gyrokinetic of his power) He was out of costume, dressed in a light brown button-down shirt, black trousers, and nice shoes, but despite that somehow gave off the image of power. He had tan skin and tawny-golden hair.

The young man tagging after him was wearing the nearby high-security prison’s uniform; black trousers, a black collared shirt, and a black cape and helmet. Jessica was betting he was a cape, but didn’t recognize him.

“Sir.” Spring nodded, fist to her chest in a salute.

Autumn copied her sister, nodding curtly. Aegis smiled at them.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. Good to see you two.”

Coming to a halt beside Spring, Aegis nodded politely to Trickster. (none of the Renegades had saluted, Jessica realized)

“Vanily.”

(Heartbreaker looked annoyed by that)

Trickster smiled, straightening.

“Angus.”

(Autumn, Spring, and the young man all bristled at that)

Aegis seemed unruffled.

“I hope you don’t mind me bringing him,” gesturing to the young man beside the Equinoxes, “we were in a meeting.”

Trickster’s smile widened.

“Not at all!” leaning sideways to study the young man, “Z, right?”

The young man looked startled, and then nodded.

“U-um, yes?”

Aegis raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“And how do you know that, exactly?”

Trickster just grinned.

“Mmm, I think you’ll forgive me for wanting to maintain as much privacy as I can.”

“Fair enough.” Aegis conceded. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“We didn’t rob the Archives.” Trickster said bluntly.

Autumn and Spring shared an unamused look, and Aegis looked sceptical.

“You didn’t.”

“Nope!” Trickster grinned.

“… You can’t blame me for being skeptical.” the hero frowned.

Trickster shrugged, leaning back against the counter.

“Mmm, I suppose not.”

“Why are you really here?” Aegis asked, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t come here just to say that.”

Trickster, Heartbreaker, and Eversor shared a look, then Trickster looked back to Aegis with a smirk.

“Well, we thought you’d appreciate the chance to go catch the actual thieves, wouldn’t you?”

Autumn and Spring both straightened, eyes narrowing almost in unison. Aegis’s eyebrows rose.

“So let me get this straight, you didn’t rob the Archives, you know who actually did that, and you want us to go find them?”

“Want your help to go catch them.” Trickster corrected, smile just a little too sharp.

“We have our own score to settle.” Heartbreaker added, eyes glinting.

Aegis ignored the blonde, narrowing his eyes at Trickster.

“And what, precisely, does our help entail?”

Trickster shrugged, lifting his hand from Heartbreaker’s leg and waving it absently.

“Nothing much, really. Just some protection. Y’know, temporary amnesty, not being on a wanted list for the Archives, so-on.” hand dropping back beside Heartbreaker.

Aegis stared at the younger man for a long moment, frowning.

“… Why don’t we discuss this further in my office?” he suggested, finally.

Heartbreaker snorted.

“Hah, nope.”

“We’d prefer to stay here, if you don’t mind.” Trickster smiled.

Aegis sighed.

“Understandable… what’s your proof? Forgive me if I’m not inclined to believe you at face value.”

Trickster grinned cheerily.

“Forgiven! If you wouldn’t mind, oh valiant sire?” glancing at Eversor.

The young man lifted one gloved hand, gaze fixed silently on Aegis. A spinning black circle materialized over his palm, a telephone dropping out of it and landing on Eversor’s glove. Gaze still fixed on Aegis, Eversor casually tossed the phone to the hero, portal snapping close.

(Autumn and Spring shared a suspicious look to Aegis’s side, Z shifting uncomfortably)

Aegis caught the phone, frowning.

“What-”

“S’unlocked already, have a look!” Trickster cut him off with a grin.

Aegis frowned at him for a moment longer, then looked down at the screen.

He studied it for several moments, expression giving nothing away, then looked back at Trickster.

“...I think we might be able to reach an agreement.”

~

Paris was tired.

Exhausted, really.

(He’d been lying earlier, to Heartbreaker. He hadn’t taken a nap. He’d said he had, and instead slipped out the window and gone scouting.

His power could sustain him a little longer, and he had plenty of coffee.

Ira had given him a look when Paris had stepped back into the living room with an exaggerated yawn, but hadn’t said anything.)

And that wasn’t even bringing into account the mental distress. Being outed, being framed for the Archives, being hunted by the entire city- really, it was a wonder Paris was still going.

(He had to admit, ‘still going’ was honestly pushing it a little. His entire body ached, his brain felt fuzzy around the edges, he had a headache, panic-rage-terror was still gnawing at his thoughts despite all efforts to push the emotions away, and he felt almost nauseous from using his power almost non-stop to keep himself moving this long.

Even with Ira’s intermittent donations of stolen power from Ette and Ebony- at least they’d gotten some sleep- Paris still felt like he was moments away from crumpling. He dreaded what it was going to be like if Ira couldn’t keep supplying him and Laurel any longer)

And so, when Aegis looked up from the burner phone and almost- almost- said what Paris needed him to say, the young man was dangerously close to being overwhelmed by relief.

Paris- Trickster Trickster Trickster you can’t slip up yet- smiled.

“Wonderful!”

“You want amnesty, I can’t give you that without permission from the Council.” Aegis explained, crossing his arms. “I can suspend any arrest calls we have out for any of you for a while, though, considering the situation. That is, of course, assuming your team is willing to work with us.”

Trickster cast a brief glance at Laurel and Ira- Heartbreaker and Eversor, remember.

(They’d discussed it beforehand, of course. It was an act.

All of it was an act, really

he was so tired of acting)

Heartbreaker smirked, Eversor giving a brief nod.

“Onboard!” Ebony Hijack cheered in Trickster’s earpiece.

Trickster looked back at Aegis with a slightly-too-sharp grin.

“Well, assuming,” echoing Aegis in a slightly mocking fashion, “you’ll follow through, that sounds reasonable.”

Autumn bristled at Trickster’s tone. The young man ignored her, looking expectantly at Aegis, who after a pause nodded.

“Temporary reprieve for your group, provided you do what you’ve said, and a temporary alliance. Agreed?”

Trickster grinned, pushing off the counter (hiding a wince as his fingers left Ira’s arm and the buzzing flow of energy in his veins dwindled) and stepping over to Aegis with an outstretched hand.

“Agreed!”

Aegis took his hand, shaking it.

[cloudcountry]

ASHJDAJSHWAAA THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY STUFF SO MUCH,, 🤧 AND YOU THINK I’M ADMIRABLE?? NO U 🫵 /pos /gen

KJFCGDF YES MUSICAL DUELS SOUND SO COOL BUT KINDA HILARIOUS AT THE SAME TIME,, But this actually brought a small idea to mind!! What if Beethoven and Mozart did a piano duel,, I think it’d be really cool to watch! It’d be two musical geniuses going at each other- Mozart, on one hand, is undoubtedly a music prodigy and genius, and wrote what’s estimated to be over 800 works. However, Beethoven is a master at improvisation, and he’s no slouch, either. And he’s got that perfect pitch 👌  Mozart began composing at five. Beethoven started playing publicly at seven. So I’m just imaging these two going absolutely ham on the keys,, Beethoven would find it an honour to duel against him, ngl

And unfortunately Auburn, I did it again,, I made an impulsive decision. I decided to make Picrews of Beethoven 🧍‍♂️ 

Not that many though!! Although, I did make a small compilation of different Picrews of him that I wanted to share,, 👉 👈  (Also, I'm so sorry, but you're going to have to copy and paste the links if you want to see them,, Since I'm anonymous, links don't work- I'm hoping they work though!!)

https://i.postimg.cc/G3xgBVsN/241783-5r-TPl-J0n.png (First ever Picrew of Beethoven!)

https://i.postimg.cc/wB7TFf4p/404676-JWIe4-Rww.png (Trying to brush up his appearance 1/2)

https://i.postimg.cc/NG5CYWLX/625876-Pcdx7-O9k.png (Trying to brush up his appearance 2/2)

https://i.postimg.cc/90VBG7mv/1727751-r-I0-Ximtw.png (Hair down and no glasses)

https://i.postimg.cc/hjRvj8MR/514716-s-ATJKGUh.png (MC and Beethoven)

https://i.postimg.cc/k4CM9JXn/1906920-n-A3m-ZL2-G.png (I tried making him smile for once, cause he’s always usually frowning,,)

https://i.postimg.cc/SNmrR3xV/186583-RMCYjo-IY.png (Also tried a hand at making a Child Beethoven- he turned out way cuter than I expected!)

https://i.postimg.cc/tTDbjFM5/1855819-e55-Nxnez.png (My most favorite Picrew of Beethoven to be honest,, >v<)

Oh, and I just found out a not-that-fun fact,, So, you know Beethoven’s dad? I found one more reason to beat him up- So, Beethoven was born on December 1770. However, his father made him think that he was actually born in 1772, making Beethoven believe that he was younger than he actually was. When Beethoven’s first public performance happened, he was seven and a half years old, but his father announced to the public he was his “little son of six years.” (Six years old was actually when Mozart debuted for Empress Maria Theresia, and he wanted his son to be recognised as a child prodigy like him.) He wanted to make his son to be more in demand in the music circle. And Beethoven himself thought he was born in 1772 for a good portion of his life, too! He believed his father’s lie, and it was only when he was confronted by official papers by did he discover the truth. 

So, not only was he very abusive, Beethoven’s father lied about his age, both in public and even to his own son,, And he didn’t even tell the truth, either!

(I won’t lie, this could actually be one of the foundations on why Beethoven hates dishonesty and lies,, Because the thing that made his music career catch attention was based on a lie, and he himself believed that lie for a good while,,)

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

WE CAN BOTH BE ADMIRABLE THEN!!! BECAUSE YOREU SO COOL AND I GET SO !!! HAPPY !!!! WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY INBOX WHA!!!! JUMPING UP AND DOWN RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

i would pay real money to see them fight each otehr on the piano. it would be amazing and i think i would laugh really hard if beethoven started shaking at the end because he just technically performed with mozart and thats his IDOL SOBBING

ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAN UNFORTUNATELY!??!!? PLS WE LOVE IKEVAMO BEETHOVEN HERE

pls i was oohing and ahhing at those picrews my whole look-through THEYRE ALL SO GOOD SHAKING YOU AROUND VIOLENTLY

his dad is sucha BITCH and like?? SEVEN IS STILL A CHILD. THATS AMAZING. AT SEVEN??? I WAS TRIPPING OVE RMY SHOELACES AND GETTING SCARPED UP AND SWALLOWINGR OCKS WHEN I WAS SEVEN CMON MAN. i can see that beinga source of trauma fo rhim yea,,,, its like he didnt even know himself :(((

[charcuteriecrab]

OP. I AM. GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND I AM VIOLENTLY SHAKING YOU /j HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO LITTLE OLD ME. HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT /jjjjjjjjjjjjj

But seriously oh my GOD????????? I will never ever not be impressed by your writing holy CRAP I am SO jealous of how fricken descriptive you are (even if that descriptiveness means more angst for Leon HCNSYSNSJSN) but oughhh my goood Leon hiding his own injuries from Chris??????? The lil “hey baby I’m here” when he finds him in the cell???????? Broken I am BROKEN /pos

LMAOOOOOO I would say I'm sorry but I love making cliffhangers SKFJDKDHKDFJKDFJ I love hurting my boys, especially Leon. He just wants his boyfriend back and safe and he has a tendency to ignore his own body's needs.

@wisecrackingeric-2 you are literally SO nice—thank you so much 😭😭😭 your asks and comments make me want to explode every time I see them

(it's kinda funny—i originally wasn't going to have Leon get hurt, but then he just...did it himself??? I was like "huh, that would be super cool to add actually". So really, Leon did it to himself, I just followed along.)

[merwynpersonalhub]

BY THE WAY YOU CAN SELFSHIP WITH ME (STREBER) ALL YOU WANT!!! I’m pretty chill with it I find it silly actually :3

Also RADFORD SO TRUE AND REAL He’s so goober woober im shaking him around in a little popcorn bag /pos

I haven’t watched the Raggedy Ann movie actually!! I’ve been wanting to but I keep putting it off sigh… BUT I SAW AND YOUR ART WAS SO CUTE AUUGH

ALSO MATT IS SO TRUE AND REAL!!!! I’m so glad you read my carrd mweheheh… I have her specifically listed as “older sister” because genderfluid Matt HC…….

I don’t know anything about One Piece or Pizza Tower but as long as you’re having fun then that’s so awesome >:3

YOUR TWO EXCEPTIONS LOWKEY SO TRUE!!! Honestly evil characters are sometimes so fun to selfship with because you can either fix them or make them worse……… /silly

ALSO what if we hold hands with Comso together and you also hold Wanda’s hands? >:3 /silly

I GIGGLED SO MUCH MY BABY SISTER JUST HAD A SMUG ASS FACE ON HER FACE GVHJFNHJF SHE KNOWS IM GAY FUCK!!/SILLY

ALSO!! THATS GOOD!! i got really nervous for some reason idk why fdhvdfnj BUT ITS RLLY FUNNY TBH

LETS GOOOO WE SHAKE HIM VIOLENTLY TILL HES SOUP/SILLY/J

I NEVER HAD THATS THE FUNNY PART. BUT HES SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEEE. AND HES SO ADORABLE FROM WHAT I SEEN FROM CLIPS ♡♡♡

YOU AND ME ARE THE SAME I HC MATT AS GENDERFLUID/POS TELL ME MATT WOULD NOT WEAR DRESSES AND SILLY THINGS LIKE THAT- YOU CANT HEHEHE

YEEEEE

JDSJSK ITS SO SILLY BC THEY ARENT REALLY VILLIANS THEY ARE SORTA GOOD GUYS (king dedede is a good friendo now that gets possessed so much but its good angst material/silly) BUT STILL

ALSO ILL GLADLY DO THAT FJDJDJ ALSO ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THE CLIPS OF THE NEW SHOW I SEEN THEY ARE BOTH SO FUCKING CUTTTTTTEEEEEE my silly ass going nuts/pos

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

are you. are you still doing the mutual ask?

Bia. Oh my friend. I was hoping you’d send one of these heck yeah.

WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. MANY BINGOS! (well technically one bingo and a few nearly-there-bingos but STILL)

Slight older sibling vibes. Ever so slight.

Hehe harasses you with. with the gifs. of. of wilbur… soot. harasses you-

SHARED INTERESTSSSSSS!!! Fellow DSMP fan who is Christian :D Fellow person who does not like Wilbur and Techno as twins! Fellow person who loves sandduo! Fellow person who writes fanfic! Fellow person who likes AJR!

c!Phil is Your Guy, 100%. Blorbo. When I think of you I think of c!Phil. Messy birb guy.

EATS YOUR WRITING OH MAN EATS IT DEVOURS ONNOMNOM. The excitement I feel when I receive an email stating you have posted/updated a fic is unparalleled. Like. Oh my gosh. You write the best fics ever. ALSO APARTMENT 238 MY BELOVED <3

Listen, I love Phil, but I am also judging him a little bit <3 Just a bit. Still love him though. Messy birb guy.

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SPOUT OFF YOUR VAST KNOWLEDGE OH MY GOSH YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT SO MANY THINGS YESSSSSSSS

Mutual chaos >:D We made the Man Or Muppet edit together, I’d say <3 You are chaotic and I am crazy we do well together *nods*

Free space: WE MUST GO ON A ROAD TRIP AND EAT GUMMI WYRMS AND GO TO GAS STATIONS AND SUCH! WE MUST! Meeting up irl would actually be so much fun oh my goshhhhh

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SEND MESSAGESSSSSS it’s so much fun!! I absolutely love getting harassed by you XD And despite the Cursed-ness, I do enjoy when you tag me in horrid Cars AU’s lol. We harass each other. It’s the circle of life.

Met on tumblr, yep! You were the second DSMP friend I ever made :’) And also the person who helped me navigate the DSMP fandom lol I was so confused about Everything back then-

I consider you one of my best friends <3 Not many people could stay up until 5am talking to each other OR argue for 40 minutes over Doomsday and still be close lol. Our bond is strong, my friend.

I DO THE SPINNY THING A LOT WHEN I CHAT WITH YOU YESSSSSSS!!! Especially when we vc :D I remember you telling me that Ghostbur was “like the boyfriend I just don’t see the potential in” and my brain did spinny things because I loved the way you worded that lol AND ALSO you and other-discord-friend were talking about Minecraft and how neither of you were good at combat/fighting within the game, and that you were holding me up to “Technoblade levels of fighting” once I get the game XD It was so awesome and I wrote that quote down because I loved it so much alsgaksgaksgajg

Still to this day I kinda freak out whenever you interact with me XD AND WE HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER SO LONG!!! WELL OVER A YEAR!!!

Heh I shoved The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty in your face, I did I did. And also Lovejoy.

What are friends if they cannot shake each other violently /pos? <3

I love getting to chat about my fic ideas with you but I still get nervous over doing it :’) Not even specific with you, but with anyone 😅 I guess because I’m so quiet irl, I have a hard time… bringing myself to share ideas with people? I don’t know, I’m trying to work on it :) But yes, I looove getting to chat about ideas with you, Bia!!

[rosaacicularis]

hello. sharehouse anon back ^_< !! (won’t be getting rid of me, anytime soon unfortunately. been here for awhile actually!)

the space au…..i want only the best for those two. i want them to thrive and kiss and have a wedding on the moon

the sharehouse exes on the other hand….they are so terrible….you are so right about the others trying to get them to get along and grian and scar are so awkward??? about it??? but it is how it is and roommates be damned they become…somewhat friends again….with that awkward line they don’t wanna cross where maybe i wanna kiss him while he’s washing the dishes or watering the garden but that would mean having to reproach the whole “do you wanna try again” conversation and obviously that’s quite too much for them

AHeksJDJDJD I DID NOT EXPECT TO GO ON FOR THAT LONG I’m a little embarrassed n I do apologise dearly for doing this in ur ask box though I welcome any ramblings of your own in return (hands you unusable coupon)

i want to shake sharehouse!scarian violently /pos…. just like the charged energy between them whenever they’re alone together…. wondering what would happen if they just took the leap… if scar’s lips are still as kissable as grian remembered….. if grian’s hand still fit perfectly in scar’s… them bringing everyone coffee in the morning and not having to ask each other because they remember the orders…. when they realise that maybe they’re not so out of love as they thought….

space au!scarian are also technically roommates but instead of forced close proximity they are the opposite </3 and grian lies that it’s earlier than it is so he can keep talking to scar and scar always sees through it and let’s the lie go for a few minutes because maybe he’s selfish too…. and they miss each other desperately, and their bed has a cold side every morning… and the sunrises don’t feel the same anymore…. and space food is so bland and zero-gravity isn’t very fun when it can’t be shared….. the only thing that keeps them going is that they are looking at the same moon, sun, stars… and they’ll be back together before they know it… but that still feels way too far away….

[maria-akira]

to the rescue | team trese x reader

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summary: y/n, basilio and crispin's sister, just experienced her first break-up.

warnings: some improper shifts in tenses <\3 rlly rusty at writing already aaaa. but nonetheless this fic is very fluffy! i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors you may notice, i didn't proofread this :(

yes, i kinda made alexandra fluffy too.

—♡—

"Good Morning, guys!" Basilio turned around to see his brother, Crispin, with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Basilio rolled his eyes, "Anong 'Good Morning'? Mag tatanghali na, di ka man lang nag linis!" (What do you mean 'Good Morning'? It's almost afternoon, you didn't even clean!) He playfully hit the older's head.

"Aray ko!" (Ouch!) Crispin winced and rubbed the spot his brother hit. Alexandra walks in the room with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Basilio, Mag sorry ka sa Kuya mo." (Basilio, apologize to your brother.) Basilio scoffs, "Sorry, Kuya."

They all gathered in the dining room for lunch. Well, brunch for Crispin. "Where's Y/N?" Alexandra asks, looking at the empty chair beside her. Clearly, the chair looked like it had been empty since last night. The twins stare at each other, then both at Alexandra.

"Diba may pinuntahan siya kagabi?" (Didn't she go out last night?) Alexandra mentions.

The twins both shake their head.

"Hindi niyo alam?" (You guys don't know?)

They shake their heads again.

Without a single word, the three exchanged looks and immediately stood up from their seats, rushing upstairs to Y/N's room.

Alexandra pushed the twins aside and pushed the key into the doorknob, then revealing a dishevled, puffy-eyed Y/N. The twins panicked. It was their first time seeing their beloved sister like this.

Meanwhile, Alexandra investigated her room. Y/N's things were on the floor, messed up sheets, and a broken necklace. She then looks over to Y/N. Still in her clothes, puffy-eyed, and her makeup was smuged. Alexandra already had an idea.

The twins shook her awake, "Y/N!, Y/N!— Gising na!" (Y/N, Y/N— Wake up!) With their loud voices and aggressive shaking, their sister finally woke up.

Immediately, Y/N's head started to pound— it was the alcohol she drank last night. She opened her eyes and saw Alexandra and her brothers. Upon seeing them, she bursted into tears.

—

A few months ago, Y/N dated this guy in her class. She hid this from Alexandra, most especially her brothers because she knew that they would beat her ass.

Alexandra found out about her relationship when she was about to fetch her from school. Hank and the twins were at home, sleeping their asses off after their mission.

Parked outside of Y/N's school, Alexandra was waiting for almost 30 minutes. Usually, Y/N would come out a few minutes after her dismissal— but these past few months have been different. After a few more minutes of waiting, she finally saw Y/N— with someone else.

Y/N was holding hands with a boy around 5'10 in height. They were laughing and they looked very sweet. The boy gave her a peck and she playfully pushed him away, then waving goodbye since she spotted the car.

Hank usually fetched Y/N from school, and she knew that Hank didn't really care about her relationship, so she really didn't feel embarrased whenever she entered the car.

Upon entering the car, she expected Hank to greet her. But she was greeted with Alexandra's voice.

"Boyfriend mo?" (Your boyfriend?) Alexandra looks over to her, and Y/N froze. Her first reaction was to lie about it. "Ha? H-Hindi, Ate! Friends lang kami.." (Huh? N-No! We're just friends..) Embarrased, Y/N tried to make herself busy by pretending to fix something in her bag to keep her distracted.

"Anong friends? Hinalikan ka niya, ah." (What do you mean friends? He kissed you.) She mentions.

"Ah.. Eh.." Y/N struggles to keep her words out. It was very evident.

"Sige na, di naman ako magagalit. Di ko sasabihin sa mga Kuya mo, sikreto lang natin." (It's okay, I won't get mad. I won't tell your brothers, it'll be our secret.)

"Oo.. Boyfriend ko siya, Ate. Malapit na kami mag 6 months." (Yes.. He's my boyfriend, Ate. We've been together for almost 6 months.)

From that day on, Y/N would always tell Alexandra about how her relationship was going. And though Alexandra has never had any romantical partners, she tries her best to give Y/N advice.

—

Tiptoe-ing her way downstairs, Y/N was dressed in her clothes to leave the house, on the way to party with her friends and her boyfriend, Jerome.

She checked her phone, 12:47 AM.

Everyone was most likely asleep at this hour, or so she thought.

"Oh, san ka papunta at ganyan suot mo?" (Hey, where are you going and why are you wearing that?) Y/N jolted and turned around to see Alexandra sitting on the dining table.

"Ah.. Ate.. Kasi may p-party kaming pupuntahan nila Aira.." (Ah... There's this p-party I'm going to with Aira..)

"Sina Aira lang ba? O kasama yung boyfriend mo?" (Is it just Aira? Or your boyfriend is going too?) Alexandra tilted her head in question.

"...Kasama po si Jerome." (...Jerome is coming too.)

Alexandra nodded, signalling her that it was okay for her, as an Ate, to go. "Sige, doble ingat ka, okay? Eto, dalhin mo to." (Be extra careful, okay? Here, bring this.) Alexandra pulls out a self defense keychain from her pocket and throws it at Y/N's direction. "May alarm diyan. If you're in any danger, pindutin mo yung alarm and malalaman ko location mo, pupuntahan kita kaagad." (There's an alarm there. If you're in any danger, press that alarm and I'll be able to know your location, then I'll come and get you.)

"Thanks, Ate! Mag iingat ako. Love you!" (Thanks, Ate! I'll take care. Love you!) Y/N smiled and hugged Alexandra.

Little did she know, Y/N's smile wouldn't last very long.

That night, Y/N saw her boyfriend kissing another girl across the room. She confronted him and he admitted that he had been cheating on her for the past few months. Y/N didn't know what to feel. She didn't wanna call Alexandra because she knew that she would be asleep by now. She didn't wanna talk to her friends either, so she went home.

Once she arrived home, she didn't bother to change or shower. She was so tired. Her body fell on the bed and she instantly cried. sobbing against her pillows to muffle her tears.

—

Basilio and Crispin were clueless about as to why their sister was crying. They consoled her for a few minutes until Alexandra spoke.

"Basilio, Crispin— mag usap tayo sa labas." (Basilio, Crispin— let's talk outside.) Alexandra left the room and waited for the twins to leave as well. Once they left the room, she shut the door.

The twins looked worried— well, afraid, rather.

"May sikreto kaming itinatago ni Y/N sa inyong dalawa.." (Y/N and I have a secret we've been keeping from the both of you..) Alexandra starts off.

"Ano yun, Bossing?" (What is it, Bossing?) The twins replied, obviously curious.

Alexandra knew that if she told the twins, their reaction wouldn't be as violent if it was Y/N who would be telling it instead.

"May boyfriend si Y/N." (Y/N has a boyfriend.)

The twins both drop their jaws, "Ano?!" (What?!) Basilio slaps his hand over his mouth, while Crispin is in complete shock. "Kelan pa, Bossing?" (Since when, Bossing?) Basilio asks with a hint of anger in his voice.

"2 months ago niya sinabi sakin.. Siguro 8 months silang mag jowa." (She told me 2 months ago.. Maybe they've been together for around 8 months.)

"Tangina naman!" (Motherfucker!) Crispin throws a punch to the nearest wall. Alexandra has never seen the twins react like this, especially Crispin.

There was a moment of silence.

"Nahuli ko siyang tumatakas kaninang 12, nag paalam sakin na may pupuntahan na party, kasama boyfriend niya." (I caught her sneaking out earlier at 12, she asked my permission if she could go to a party with her boyfriend.)

"Bat di niyo kami ginising, bossing?" (Why didn't you wake us up, Bossing?) Basilio sighs, "Ayaw niya na malaman nyo na may boyfriend siya, kasi alam niya na magagalit kayo." (She didn't want you guys to find out that she had a boyfriend, because she knew that you guys would get mad.)

"Malamang, bunso namin 'yan eh! Alangan naman pabayaan namin 'yan diba? Eh hindi pa nga namin kilala boyfriend nyan!" (Of course we would get mad, she's our baby sister! Do you think we'd let her get away just like that? We haven't even met her boyfriend yet!" Crispin rambles.

"Mabait naman yung boyfriend niya." (Her boyfriend is kind.) Alexandra defends, "Bossing, 'di naman po yun sapat para ma kumbinsi nyo po kami na pwede po siya magkajowa.." (Bossing, that isn't a sufficient reason to convince us that it's okay for her to have a boyfriend..) Basilio says calmly, but deep down? He was screaming.

Alexandra ignores Basilio's statement, "Ano naman kinaiiyakan niya?" (What is she crying about?) Crispin managed to say despite the emotions he felt about the situation. Alexandra lets out a sigh, "Nag break na siguro sila." (Maybe they broke up.)

"Tangina, sabi ko na nga ba eh." (I fucking knew it.) Crispin mumbles under his breath, while running his fingers through his hair out of frustration.

"Yung sirang necklace na nasa sahig kanina, bigay yun ng boyfriend niya sa kanya. Hula ko, sinira niya kasi break na sila." (The broken necklace on the floor, her boyfriend gave that to her. My guess is that she broke it because they broke up.)

"Anong gagawin natin, Bossing?" (What are we going to do, Bossing?) Basilio asks her, desperate for a solution.

Alexandra wasn't the type to arrange surprises, so she had to think fast.

"Basilio, bumili ka ng Jollibee. Tapos ikaw Crispin, bumili ka ng ice cream. Yung favorite flavor niya ah?" (Basilio, go buy some Jollibee. Then you Crispin, buy some ice cream. Her favorite flavor okay?) Alexandra commands. Even in this situation, the twins had no choice to obey. "Sige po, bossing." (Yes, bossing.) They replied with no hesitation.

—

Crispin was the first one to come back with the ice cream, since the sari-sari store was just by the corner of their street. Obviously, Basilio took the longest— he had to take a tricycle to the nearest Jollibee.

After a few minutes, Basilio arrived with 2 bags of Jollibee. "Antagal mo naman, natunaw na yung ice cream." (Took you long enough, the ice cream already melted.) Crispin complains, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Bat di mo nilagay sa freezer? Parang timang 'to eh." (Why didn't you put it in the freezer? What a dumbass.) Basilo replies, settling the food on the table. Alexandra enters the room, "Andito na pala kayo. Halika na." (You guys are already here. Let's go.)

"Ano bang gagawin natin, bossing?" (What are we going to do anyway, bossing?) Basilio scratches his head out of confusion. "Malamang isusurprise natin." (Of course we're gonna surprise her.) Crispin replies sarcastically. He was still mad about what happened.

The trio went upstairs, Basilio and Crispin carrying the ice cream and Jollibee. Alexandra knocked on Y/N's door. "Bunso?" She says in a loving voice. No reply on the other side of the room. Maybe she went back to sleep again. "Papasok kami ng mga kuya mo ah?" (Your brothers and I will enter okay?) Alexandra turns the doorknob open.

Y/N turns around to see her Ate and Kuyas enter her room quietly, "Ate Alex.." She croaks out, "May dala kami ng mga kuya mo para sayo.." (Your brothers and I brought some food for you..) Alexandra gestures to the food that the twins bought. Y/N sits up from her current position, rubbing her eyes.

Basilio frowns and sets the food on her study table, then sitting beside her on the bed. "Halika nga.." (Come here..) Basilio takes his beloved sister into his arms, caressing her back to calm her sobs. "K-Kuy-ya.." She manages to say inbetween sobs, but Basilio hushes her and rocks her softly.

Alexandra elbows Crispin, who is still standing by the door. "Alam kong galit ka sa amin, pero yakapin mo naman kapatid mo." (I know that you're mad at the both of us, but go hug your sister.) Crispin realizes this and sighs. He walks over to Y/N and Basilio, who are both still locked in an embrace. Y/N felt the other side of the bed sink, she pulls herself away from the hug and turns to face Crispin.

Crispin had a disappointed yet concerned look on his face. Without any words, he pulls her into his chest, enveloping her into a hug. Y/N was sobbing like crazy. Her brothers have never seen her like this, ever. They didn't know how to react. They tried to calm her down— Crispin was still hugging her, caressing her back, while Basilio brushed her hair.

Alexandra sat on the farther edge of the bed, giving the siblings their space. Once Y/N calmed down, Alexandra spoke. "Gusto mo ba ikwento samin yung nangyari..?" (Are you comfortable telling us about what happened..?)

Y/N wipes her tears, "Nakita ko si Jerome na may ka halikan na iba-a.. T-ta—" (I saw Jerome kissing someone else-e.. T-th—) She sobs, unable to form her sentence properly.

Basilio caresses her back to help her calm down, "Dahan-dahan lang, bunso.. Hinga ka lang.." (Slowly, bunso.. Just breathe..)

Crispin frowns, "—Tapos kinausap ko siya sa labas nung venue.. Matagal na daw siyang nag ch-cheat sa akin.." (—Then I talked to him outside.. He's been cheating on me for a long t-time..)

Crispin's eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets out of shock, Basilio's mouth hung open, and Alexandra's eyebrows raised.

"Ha?!?" The three said.

Y/N nodded hesitantly.

"Aba tangina pala ng Jerome na yan eh! Ano ba itsura nyan?" (Well fuck that son of a bitch Jerome! What does he even look like?) Crispin retorts, Alexandra grabs Y/N's phone from the floor and hands it to her. Y/N searches for a somewhat decent picture of her now ex-boyfriend on her phone, and once she did, she showed her brothers.

Jerome wasn't too good looking, he wasn't too bad looking either. He was okay— or saks lang, some would say.

"Panget naman niyan, panget din siguro ka bonding." (He's ugly, he probably isn't fun to bond with.) Basilio jokes, "Gago oo nga, ang panget. Mas pogi pa kami ng kuya mo diyan eh! Masaya pa kami ka bonding." (Damn, he is ugly. Your brother and I are more handsome than that guy! We're fun to bond with too.) Crispin strikes a pose, which made his sister smile.

Alexandra looks at the picture, then giving a disapproving look at her. "Ang panget nga. Pumangit ba siya? Di naman ganyan itsura nyan nung nakita ko." (I agree, he is ugly. Did he get uglier? He didn't look like that when I met him.) The three siblings laugh.

"Uuuy, ngumiti na siya! Yieee!" (Ooo, she's smiling!) Basilio teases her, poking her side. Crispin joins in and starts tickling her side and neck. Y/N tried to hide her laughter, but she failed. "Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Tama na!" (Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Stop it!) She giggles, then Basilio and Crispin finally stop.

"Halika na, kain na tayo ng Jollibee! May ice cream din!" (Come, let's eat Jollibee! There's ice cream too!) Basilio stands up to get the food from her table, Crispin and Alexandra help him set up the food.

"Nood tayo ng movie!" (Let's watch a movie!) Y/N suggests, Crispin and Basilio agreeing. "Anong movie, bunso?" (What movie, bunso?) Basilio asks, "Horror nalang." (Let's watch horror.) Y/N flashes a devilish smirk, because she knew that her brothers were afraid.

Alexandra walks over to her and gives her food, then sitting beside her. "Thank you, Ate!" Y/N flashes Alexandra a smile. The twins follow after Alexandra, sitting on the farther end of the bed with their food in hand.

Y/N turns on the TV to find a horror movie to watch, then she clicks on a random one just for fun. "Ano plot neto?" (What's the plot of this movie?) Basilio says while chewing, "Ewan ko Kuya.. Kinlick ko lang yan eh." (I don't know, Kuya. I just clicked on it.) Y/N shrugs, eating a spoonful of rice.

—

The rest of the day went great. After the movie, the trio stayed in Y/N's room all day. They played games, watched weird documentaries, and karaoke.

"Happy ka na?" (Are you happy now?) Alexandra asks Y/N as they watched the twins sing a duet.

Y/N smiled. At that moment, she realized that she was more than thankful to have two crazy twin brothers, and a sister that would always be there for her.

"Yup, Happy na ako. Thank you, Ate." (Yup, I'm happy now. Thank you, Ate.)

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o diba sabi ko sa inyo cute to 😴 i apologize if my translations are somewhat inaccurate! i tried my best to translate it well :((

*for the non-filo readers:

Kuya: what you call a guy/male sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Kuya Crispin)

Ate: what you call a girl/female sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Ate Alex)

Bunso: used by older family members as a nickname for the younger members of the family. (Bunso means the youngest member of the family)

no tags bc i dont have filo trese moots yet <\3

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also, i'm opening my requests for trese! i'll be keeping my requests for ahs and gotham closed for the mean time.

*UPDATE AS OF JUNE 29, 2021:

hi!! i have recieved an overwhelming amount of trese reqs! i am very grateful for each one. pleasr expect more trese content! <3

[seecarrun]

I Slipped Away

For as long as Richie could remember, the first and third Saturday mornings of the month in the Tozier household were reserved for chores.

Maggie would open up all the windows, Went would turn on the stereo loud enough to be heard all through the house, and each member of the family would march off in different directions, brandishing brushes, rags, spray bottles, feather dusters, mops, or vacuums, not to return to the central location until their mission was accomplished or to pick up more ammunition.

It horrified Richie as he got older; his parent's vehemence on their Saturday morning chores no matter the fucking circumstance, even when his friends had stayed the night on Friday and got roped into the routine in the morning as well, but the guys always made clear how little they actually minded.

Bill, their fearless leader, always ready to help out whenever he could, Stan, who would honestly clean just for the joy of it, and of course Eddie, who immediately jumped at any and all opportunities to stay over just a little longer than his mother originally insisted, and how could even Sonia Kaspbrak find fault in her sweet boy wanting to help out around his best friend's house?

And so, Richie drags his feet and whines and complains, but completes his chores, and it always goes faster than he expects, so before he knows it, he's being released and tearing through the neighborhood once again.

It's just Eddie over this morning; the sneaky little shit had followed Richie home directly after school, inviting himself to stay for dinner, and ultimately to spend the night as well. He had managed to charm Went and Maggie years ago, so there was no argument on their part, and after a tense phone call to his mom just after curfew about how it would actually be the irresponsible thing to go home now that it had just gotten dark, Eddie was in the clear.

They'd stayed up way too late eating way too much junk food and playing way too violent video games way too loud, a stark difference to the current bright and sunny, airy, Tozier kitchen with Maggie in her eternal battle against the grease stains on the stovetop, and the boys putting away the freshly washed dishes as the radio reminds them all they're listening to WKIT, playing all the best hits of the 70's, 80's, and today!

The advertisement ends and a familiar tune begins, just in time for Went to come bopping into the kitchen, spinning a feather duster between his fingers like a baton and whistling along to the music, a playful glint behind his glasses.

Maggie susses him out immediately, spinning on her heel to point at him threateningly. "Do not," she warns, but Went just keeps dancing over to her without breaking his stride.

"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone," he sings, swaying over to Maggie and brandishing the feather duster like a microphone. "Turned on some muusic to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar sooong. I closed my eeeeyes and I slipped awaaaaay."

"Went," Maggie sighs, the barest hint of a smile creeping onto her lips. Across the kitchen island, both Richie and Eddie giggle as Went turns his feather duster microphone into a guitar and starts strumming along.

"It's more than a feeling!" he cries, making Maggie groan in faux embarrassment.

"More than a feeling!" Richie echos, joining his dad excitedly though his giggles, making Eddie groan out in embarrassment along with Maggie.

"When I hear that old song they used to play," he goes on, unabashedly, and Maggie covers her face to hide her giant, obvious grin and shakes her head, Richie chiming in with all of his perfectly timed and overdramatic More than a feeling!'s right on cue, sending Eddie into absolute hysterics, which was Richie's goal all along.

(Like father, like son.)

"I begin dreaming!"

"More than a feeling!"

"Till I see Maggie-Ann walk awaaaay!" Went belts out, emphasizing the slight name change, just in case Maggie somehow missed him practically screaming it across the kitchen. "I see my Maggie-Ann walkin' awaaaaay..." he croons, sliding up next to her and wiggling his eyebrows.

Maggie attempts to bite the smile right off her lips and fails miserably, gazing up at him, fond and amused. "You are a nut," she tells him, simply. "My middle name isn't even Ann."

"Eh. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," he chuckles, pecking her once on her bemused lips before shaking the feather duster in Richie's face, causing him to sputter and gag at all the dust, just to get Eddie laughing again, and saunters back out of the room, continuing to play the feather duster like a guitar and singing along to the radio as he disappears out of sight.

Maggie tuts tenderly at the whole event and turns back to the still laughing boys, shaking her head. "These Tozier men are a handful, Eddie dear," she says simply. "Run while you can."

And Richie doesn't have time to think about what the fuck his mom means by that, before Eddie is shrugging, a faint, barely there blush dusting his cheeks, and says, crytpically, "I think I can handle that."

Richie blinks after him, his mouth agape, as Eddie crosses the room to help Maggie with the stove grease.

Eventually, he clears his throat, returning to halfheartedly stacking plates in the cabinets and trying not to dwell too hard about what just happened between his mom and Eddie, no matter what his traitorous heart insists on thinking.

Under his breath, he sings along softly as the song comes to an end, "When I'm tired and thinking cold I hide in my music, forget the day. And dream of a girl I used to know, I closed my eyes and she slipped away..."

[dilfwaynes]

hi!! can i request a hc of the batfam reaction of their eastasian!reader gf  experiencing racism? thank you <33

just a reminder if you took place in any involvement of asian hate block me rn bitch :)

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this anon, i tried to make it accurate without stepping over any boundaries since im not asian myself. if anyone finds any sort of this offensive pls dm me !!

warning ; racism, batfam beating hoes, mention of blood

parings : bruce wayne x asian!reader, jason tood x asian!reader, dick grayson x asian!reader, stephanie brown x asian!reader, tim drake x asian!reader, damian wayne x asian!reader

BRUCE WAYNE:

it’ll honestly take a minute for bruce to realize what happened

when first entering the store he took notice of the man glaring but brushed it off thinking it was directed towards him as bruce wayne

you however didnt really pay attention to the dirty looks being thrown at you

with bruce excusing himself to the restroom and makes a promise of a quick return, you wander around the area by yourself

it was all fine until a man approaches you, giving a fast glance at him before turning away. there was definitely something up with him

“you don’t belong here”

your head shot up at his words, looking around you to make sure he was talking to you

“excuse me?” you lift an eyebrow at him, knowing what he was hinting at

“you fucking heard me, you don’t belong here. go back to your country.”

you inch away as he steps closer,”you better back the fuck away..”

he simply gives a smug face only coming closer,”or what?” you tighten your jaw when he loosely lets out a slur, your fists clenched.

“or i dislocate your arm.”bruce’s voice rings out, deep in anger as his eyes flicker to you and scanning to see if you were ok physically.

the ugly bitch’s face pales when he realizes who’s your boyfriend. without hesitation bruce yanks him away from you, slamming him to the wall

demanding for a first and last name,  squeezing his neck when the guy stays quiet

shaking he gives in and tells, flinching when bruce slams him against the wall one last time before dropping him

“i guaranteed whatever poor status you do contain i’ll tear it completely, say goodbye to your job.” he grabs for your hand and brings you into him as you both walk away.

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have left you alone, my fault,”he presses a kiss to your temple.”and please don’t think any worth of that garbage’s words.”

you shake your head,”he was just some lowlife, not worth thinking about.” you reply leaning into him.

he looked at you and could tell no matter what those words still hurt somewhat and it angered him to no end

no one deserved to hear that disgusting shit, especially not his girlfriend.

his eyes hardens but doesn’t push further to make you anymore uncomfortable than you probably already are

giving another kiss to the side of your head he makes a quiet promise to himself not to leave you alone anymore in public with disgusting people like that around

jason todd:

as soon as the slur leaves the guy’s lips jason’s fist collides to his jaw, no doubt   shattering it

you and jason were grabbing lunch at some restaurant slash bar since it was the first time in a few days jason was free

everything was okay until you got up to go to the bathroom and some guy bumped into you

jason watched with hardening eyes as you apologize instead of the guy who slammed into you

“watch where the fuck you’re going at.”

you fall shock at the word, staying in place

while jason is on his feet in no time, swinging to the asshole’s face

screams were heard as well as the sound of bones breaking from his fist impact, the guy stumbling to the floor

“you racist fucking prick that’s my girlfriend you ugly fuck,”lifting him by his shirt he grabs his face and turns him to you.”apologize to her before i break your fucking face.”

he quickly rambles apologizes, crying in fear or pain. most likely a mix of both

jaaon lets him go and gives him another punch, this time to the nose. finding satisfaction at the pool of blood now seeping out

jason grabs your hand and starts to lead you outside,”let’s go eat somewhere else and forget about this shithole.”

you barely had time to give a reaction to anything as everything happened so fast

“hey look at me, don’t listen to that worthless fuck and his fucked up mindset. i dont know what to say to comfort you since i never experienced anything like this.” he stops at the car, placing his hands onto your shoulders

you nod sighing lightly, you only wanted a simple lunch with your boyfriend but instead got hate crime for simply  breathing.

“it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before,”he shakes his head blue eyes filling up with rage.

“no one’s gonna be doing that anymore, or at least getting away with it while i’m around

DICK GRAYSON:

he was completely taken by surmise at the slur being thrown at you, as well as the fault of you being the root of the covid 19

but before he had any time to react you were already on your feet glaring,”the fuck you just called me you piece shit.”

before he could reply you already kneed him and punched him between the eyes, dick laughing at the cries of pain

“you want me to take over or you wanna handle it babe?”

even how badly he wanted to beat the shit out of the pos the choice was yours

you denied and wanted to handle this on your own

but everytime the guy tried to get up dick would just shake his head and tell him to stay down, or simply push him back down

eventually if you start going too far richards would pull you away and tell you hes not worth it

he understands your anger but he doesn’t want you to past a line you won’t recover from bc of some worthless grime

“c’mon, he’s not worth anymore of our time. lets go eat pizza.”

DAMIAN WAYNE:

swing first talk later

he’ll just look at guy for a few seconds with a blank face

then he’s literally knocking them out

will probably kick him into the wall or ground

u dont know if you wanna pull him away because you already the tabloids, or if you wanna let him continue to beating the guy

damian probably wouldn’t realize how much he beat the guy to a pulp until you’re tugging him away

nudging his neck with to your nose to try and calm him down

he’ll end the fight with spitting on him tbh

your face reddens with anger when your eyes met the racist bitch, enjoying the view of his blood on the floor

“racist piece of shit,” he hisses before finally turning his back brow still frowning with anger

unlike the others (mentioned) he also knows and experienced racism and understands your point view way more

and know bow to comfort you better tbh

afterwards he’ll talk to you and comfort you, as well as opening up about his racist encounters, as well as his mothers.

if you’re still upset about what happened some hours later he 100% offers to beat up the guy again

you laugh it off cos hes serious about doing detective work, finding the guy and beating him to a pulp

you thank him but deny his offer and settle to confiding into him and just telling him how your feelings

STEPHANIE BROWN:

“are you fucking serious right now bitch?”

steph deadpans staring at the girl who called you the slur with ease, going on about how you were the cause of corona and to go back to your country

shocked at the words, hearing all of this before but it still doesn’t fail everytime you hear them

turning to you and seeing the hurt on your face from the word, she quickly turns to seeing red

without a second thought she grabs the collar of the woman’s shirt

“you’re gonna fucking apologize to my girlfriend right now or i’m gonna slam your face into the floor and break it

you stay still, pleased at watching the girl shake in fear under steph as she chokes out a mesh of a shit rushed apologizes

stephanie throws her down to the ground after her third apologize

“are you okay?” she knew you weren’t but asking the question would lead into the stage of comforting you

you nod but go on to tell her that this isn’t the first or last time this will happen, but it still never fails to shock you

she frowns at your experiences and doesn’t quite know what to do to help since she never went thru anything like that

she offers to take you to your favorite restaurant and end the day in wayne manor watching whatever you wanted

smiling when you accept, pulling you in her and pressing a kiss on-top of your head

“dont worry i’ll beat any jackass that pulls any racist shit.”

TIM DRAKE:

i think he’ll be the less  violent one out of everyone

he would honestly be so disgusted and gross out at humanity and how the woman thinks shes superior just because she’s white

if it was a guy saying what was said, then he would probably hit them ngl

but he takes the higher road with the woman, belittling and ending her with his vocabulary

and you’re pretty sure that his words hurt her more than an actual punch would 

you laugh when he compares her built to a buffalo

he then goes on to a more education lean, explaining how skin tone has nothing to do with a person, and she should adapt to modern times and stop being a racist cunt

after he ends it he goes on to find out who she is and email/call her workplace to inform what kind of employee they have

probably also goes on to make sure she wont be hired anywhere else

comforts you alot and and will get you anything you want

prob gets you both milkshakes as you vent to him about today and other racist things said to you

hates how you have to go thru any of this for simply existing

the  incident opens his eyes and he starts talking to bruce about opening a charity for ‘stop asian hate’

would shy away from the press and say you both came up with the fund

u’ll dismiss that rq and tell everyone it was all tim’s idea

all the money goes people got assaulted and paying for any hospital bills or anything needed

[boredoverlord]

Bucky X Reader - Hold the Line

I came in here to show you a good time, so here's my personal work and my very first fanfiction of all time. And because I'm a thirsty bitch, of course it's smut.

Summary : As a young and talented psychologist specializing in difficult people in prison, you believed in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to work with the SHIELD. Turned out you were tricked to work for HYDRA.

For three years they made you do horrors in the name of an ideology you despised, but you may have found the occasion to finally make a change for the good, when they introduced you to your new patient. 

The Winter Soldier.

Rating : Explicit, please kids, look away ( of course you won't because you're cute little rebels, but please do it)

Word count : 6.4k (chapter 1)

TW:   Light BDSM (for now) Because Bucky is a massive Sub and it seems nobody agrees with me, so I have to do the lord's work here.

Foul language, mention of violence and murder, Masturbation, male orgasm and a tiiiny bit of choking. I started lightly 

 Please consider reading this on Archive of our own or read it below the cut. Lemme know what you think !

Chapter 1: A Story of Almost Everything

You never were the type to brag. But one thing you know is : you’re damn good at your job. Years and years of psychology studies, you barely got to parties, you hardly made any friends, and your sleeping schedule is still a nightmare. Those were sacrifices you did for one sole purpose : helping others. To be the last resort for people who have lost everything. You always firmly believed that you could make a change in the world, even the slightest, even for just one person. That would have been enough to make your lifetime worthy. What's more noble than just a genuine try to make it better, after all ? So you wasted your youth on studies, without a damn blink. And never one ounce of regret. You did it because it felt right. You’re not very brave, but you decided to face your fear a couple of times. You even were an intern in a high security prison, talking to broken men and women who hated your guts. Trying to lead them to another path of life. You heard stories that could break any mind. Only time could tell if you actually helped them. But that’s part of the job. Hope. And hard work.

  That’s why when you started to have a growing reputation, at 26 after five years of studies and several years working in prison and rehabilitation, you were ecstatic when S.H.I.E.L.D contacted you. You quit everything, starting with your homeland in Europe, to fly to Washington DC, to visit the headquarters. The new building, the thrill of novelty, the clean rooms, the medical wing, and Alexander Pierce himself coming to shake your hand and telling you personally the wonders they have in mind for the psychology field. You could prepare people to save the world, you could have all the resources to make research, and fix minds that were supposed to be beyond repair. It was supposed to be just a quick trip, but the visit wasn’t even done when you looked at your guide with enthusiasm : you weren’t going home. Just cancel the fly. You’re taking the job immediately.   It was three years ago.

Enough to understand how fucked you are.

 You didn’t save anyone, you didn’t even work to make the world a better place. Oh but you did work to make a change. A change for HYDRA. They tortured you to make you swallow their ideology, but even if your body surrendered, your mind didn’t, even if it was still a perpetual work on yourself. You never believed in this masquerade, but you know it doesn’t matter. Because HYDRA knows how good you are at your job, and you’re a precious asset. So precious that they pushed all your buttons to make you obey. You tried to act and escape. Their last resort is the Damocles sword they put over your family’s head. Next act of rebellion, heads will roll. And it won’t be yours : no, no. HYDRA won’t give you this relief. It will be your loved ones. So you’re doing what you have to do. It’s the most cowardly choice, you know it. And you’re ashamed. But you’re too terrorised to make it otherwise. So you’re here to twist people's minds to swallow whatever Hydra wants. You make them understand the importance of the organization, when they can’t take it anymore, you make them understand that not only they can, but they must . You saw vulnerable people giving their life to this awful cause, and you are the person to make them understand it was the right thing to do. They gave you kind people with dreams, morals and passion, and you turn this into anger, hate and war, worshipping a crazy doctrine that spoils everything you believed and fought for. You have blood on your hands. You’re THAT good at your job.

 So when they called you for a highly secret mission, you weren’t exactly surprised. Just disgusted by them, and mostly yourself. In the guts of what was called the Ideal Federal Saving Bank, you’re obediently following the chef himself : Alexander Pierce, to your next place of action. “I believe you have read your mission’s order, Y/N ?” “Yes Sir.” You said. “It did mention I will have the whole file today, though. I need to take a look at my patient so I can work in proper condition.” “Whatever you call it.” He said, opening the door of the clandestine laboratory in the now abandoned bank. If not for the machinery, we could still believe that those art deco walls filled with safes would still contain treasures of a lifetime for some people. Now there is nothing of value in here, not even the very skin of every PoS present. And you were including yourself. Making your way in the middle of the heavy set up, you slowly reach the pod in the middle, chewing secretly the interior of your cheeks. You know what’s inside, and it makes you want to puke. Mr Pierce continued “Doctor, as your mission was presented to you, your one on only assignment will be the physical and mostly the psychological perfect condition of the Winter Soldier, for the entire length of this mission on american soil.” Basically, be sure his brain is a fucking slushy. You reluctantly nodded and drew closer. “What’s his condition ?” At the top of your height, barely 5’3, you tiptoed to actually look at him by the window of the cryostasis chamber, since you never got this close of a look, not without the file and basically crumbs of info that were thrown at your face. They expected you to keep a dog on a leash, not making actual work on him, and it shows. White man, late 20s to early 30s, approx 5”7, long dark messy hair, not shaved, geez, it seemed like the poor guy was barely cleaned up before being pushed here.  Good physical condition, breathing was steady. You could see the steam of his breath on the glass. He may be clinically asleep, but she highly doubted he would be in his best shape. He looked uncomfortable, and tired. It wasn’t a restorative sleep. It was a prison. You couldn’t help but notice his prosthetic arm, even if that was the only thing you knew about him. It’s a fascinating work of science, that’s for sure. And even if transhumanism and biomechanical wasn’t your forte, you wanted to have a closer look, to satisfy your curiosity. One of the scientists watching his screen responded : “He’s gently defrozing, should be half conscious in 5 minutes. You may want to take a step down.” You ignore that, and lean your hand to your superior. “May I finally have what I have been asking for ?” With the most irritating smile, he gave you the Winter Soldier’s File and you quickly opened it to have a first look at all the fuss. Basic physical information, previous missions report, date of entering and ending of cryostasis, bare minimal medical record, notes by her predecessor, fucking trigger words to make him kneel like a 12 years old in front of any boysband... nothing about his previous life, his antics, his name, actual disorders, no name, nor adresses… You glaced a bit at Pierce and threw a polite smile. He knows what he’s doing, and he knows you know. You’re extremely good with very violent patients. You have endured rapists and murderers spiting in your face and swearing to bite your head off and fucking your skull. You were traumatized and you cried yourself to sleep, but the following day you did your job again. You’re just here to handle the worst of the worst. And you’re going to do it.

Or he’s going to break your neck and fuck your skull. You’re fine with that.

“Thank you it’s going to be very helpful.” As helpful as a band-aid on a wooden leg. “What’s this device ?” You point your chin to another machine not far away from it. One of the two men finishing installing it, raised his head to look at you. “A memory suppressing machine. Usually he doesn’t need it as much as he used to, but it’s mainly for safety. He must be prepared.” “He’s in a state where he willingly takes it. So don’t hesitate if he’s starting to be annoying, or excited. That can happen. But that mean you would probably have to work more with him to make him fully ready for his mission,” “Understood, thank you for clarification gentlemen.” You smiled and they smiled back. You’re a woman, so you’re used to it. Basically this shit was supposed to hack his brain, and it must be painful. “I would strongly recommend not using it at such a time. From what I quickly read he needs stability and time. Wiping everything out will more likely create more confusion.” You took a look at the file again and took it upon yourself to not have your eyes double in size and screaming at this bunch of idiots. “... and it does seem he’s using it a lot.” 

“We want the asset to be as focused as possible.”

“I understand that, but that's a temporary solution at best. He’s got a brain, not a harddrive. We still don’t know how it can store information, and if it can…” “The last time we used him was five years ago…” Started Pierce, with diplomaty, but also with a tone that wasn’t allowing any more debate on the matter. “And this mission is an absolute priority. The asset is strictly under cryostasis procedure as soon as he’s not needed anymore. The machine will be used if needed.” “I understand your point.” You absolute psychopath. “Then my request is simply to be here if it happens, and to be able to control the shocks. Also, I insist that he must be in perfect condition when you launch the procedure, I’ll personally make it happen and give you a green light.” “Thank you for your hard work.” He said, raising his hand, that you promptly and politely shook. You could feel the angry grasp. “I know you’re the perfect woman for this hard job. Your work is an inspiration for us all.” You wish you could end your life right here right now, instead of being told such atrocities. But you think about your mom and dad. At this time of year they start to prepare the pool for the summer, for the future neighborhood barbecues where they will brag to everyone about their incredible psychiatrist daughter who is doing secret stuff over sea to help save the world. You have to be strong. At least for them. At least for now.

“Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra.” You responded, while your tongue feels like sandpaper.

  “Ok he’s starting to wake up…” Someone warns, as Pierce leaves the room, unbothered. The pod opens before your eyes, as the asset -you hate this term- is being roughly handled and carried away by two dudes to his seat. The one dangerously close to the memory suppressing machine. You squatted in front of him, the time for him to blink several times and look around him. Confused, but it’s not exactly his first rodeo either. His eyes are quickly focused on the first thing in front of him : you. He looked like he was trying to remember who you are, but quickly realized he didn’t know you. Two blue spears digging right into your soul. That’s making you a bit uncomfortable. The same weird feeling of unease you have when a cat is watching you taking a shower. “Hi.” You started, in english, even if he could be from italy you had no freaking clue. You guessed that he was probably slavic. But the file says he’s speaking more than ten languages. And it wasn’t specified when and how the hell did he learn that. “Can you hear me?” He took a few more seconds to look at you, probably the time to finish reading every embarrassing moment of your life, right into your eyes, like your drunk 18th birthday when you finished in your panties swimming in a city fountain, but he nodded eventually. You actually know this look. But it’s the first time you have a super soldier in front of you so it’s of a rare intensity. He’s dissecting you. Gathering information. His eyes moved slightly down : a recent scar on your neck. Right : an ex piercing on the top of your ear, now unusable. Down left : he just realized you’re slightly unbalanced so he knows you have a hip issue. And down right : he’s looking at your hand, you don’t really know what he saw here, maybe calculating how to break them ? You were literally a foot in a viper’s nest. Were you terrified ? Absolutely. Will that forbid you to do your job ? Nope. “Can you follow the light ?” You asked, moving slowly your phone’s lamp from left to right in front of his eyes. He did it without questioning. “Ok good.” You tried a smile, not really knowing why. If he was at least a tenth as clever as the file said he was, he perfectly know that you’re here to fuck him up. But you couldn’t help it. Poor dude. He was visibly more or less your age. He could have been a prince, or thief, a womanizer, or a priest, whatever, HYDRA took everything from him. From his free will, of his right to grow old, to his sleep. “Can you tell me your name ?” He frowned, perplexed. “Winter Soldier.” Shitty answer but at least he was fully aware, and his tongue was working properly. “Nice to meet you, I’m doctor Y/N. We’re here to work together in preparation of your next assignment. Do you understand ?” He nodded, unimpressed. “Good, can you get up ?” He did, so you did it too. And he realized that you were… very short. His eyes literally went up and slooowly down. That was a bit mean, actually. You carefully took a glance behind you, and your eyeroll could probably trigger an earthquake. “Can you all nice gentlemen let down a bit of their weapon ?” You said at the 6 dudes with rifles literally fixed on him, ready to shoot at the wrong twitch of muscle. No wonder he wasn’t talkative. “You won’t say that when he will break your neck with two fingers, ‘mam.”

“He’s pretty stable for now. Plus he’s not fully awake, let’s give him time before threatening him, shall we ?”

Nobody moved for ten seconds before one of them complied, since you didn’t move. The rest of the bunch reluctantly followed . You looked at your patient, hoping that that would have made him a bit more relaxed. Nope, he didn’t give a shit. He wasn't even looking at them. He was looking at you. You’re the mystery of this room to him. But you didn’t need extra vision to understand that Docs treated him like a guinea pig, so he was very understandably extra careful with you. Standing on his feet, all his muscles ready for action,  that’s the exact moment you realized how close you two were. Indeed, if he decided to, your jaw would fly across the room in a single move. You never had such a display of sheer raw strength, and you could feel the heat of his body radiate.

 “He needs a shower, and clothings.” You said, having a look at his 5 years old combat suit still reeking the smell of his sweat. It was intoxicating. They didn’t even allow him to clean himself. Poor dude was frozen in his own filth for the last five years. And you didn’t know why you took an even deeper breath. “And I’m talking about comfy workout clothes, no combat suit. Please escort him and handle him with care, before bringing him to my office.” You actually decided to be sure he wouldn’t be mistreated, by waiting outside the man’s bathrooms. You weren’t certain of how he could react, and you didn’t trust anyone here. If one of them decided to do a piss contest with your patient, it could end badly. So you put your hands in your pockets, looking at the two armed men waiting for the most dangerous assassin in the world to finish scrubbing himself with soap. The atmosphere was heavy and the silence was loud in itself. Even the sound of the shower was stressful and menacing.

 When the Soldier was escorted to your improvised office into the archive, directly linked to a storage room that will be your bedroom for the next weeks, you let him take a seat and promptly blocked the access to the room of the two escort members. “Thank you sirs, that will be all. Please wait here.” They look at you like you just told them you were dating their daughters. “Sorry Miss, but we can’t…” “Sorry Doctor , and I can’t work properly with weapons in my office.” You raised your hand, showing your device on your wrist. Something that would not only call for aid by a simple pressure, but could stun an opponent. Neither them nor you were stupid : it wouldn’t stop The Winter Soldier, maybe he would blink a second at most. But you really wanted to be alone with him. Was he dangerous ? Yes. Were you absolutely certain that you would leave this room alive if you closed this door to their face ? No. But it’s been three years since your priority wasn’t your survival anymore. So you forced a smile and slapped the door. They needed you more than you needed them, so they will obey.

“Douchebags.” You muttered to yourself while coming back to your desk. Your patient didn’t even move a muscle at your little argument. He wasn’t totally inexpressive actually, mostly terribly broody. His hair was still wet from the shower he took, wearing cargo pants, heavy boots and hoodies, generic clothes by HYDRA. You got those too, since you’re not allowed to carry anything personal for mission to mission. You had a tablet for books, music and movies, but that was it. You haven’t opened your shelves yet, but you know it’s full of ugly clothes and generic black panties of doom. 

You took a large inspiration, sat on your desk in front of him, and started : “Ok ‘Winter Soldier’... how are you doing ?” He didn’t even flinch. He was staring into your soul with his eyes lost into dark circles. Depriving someone of proper sleep is a basic rule for brainwash. “You enjoyed the shower ?” Nothing. You waited for a bit to see if he would finally respond. Ten seconds. Twenty. fourty. a minute. When he gathered that you were actually looking for an answer, visibly a first one for him, he finally gave you the courtesy of one. “Yes.” “Perfect.” You didn’t hide your slight smile and tiled your head. “I’ll be sure you’re in your best condition for your next mission. If something’s on your mind, I need to know about it. Nothing will get out of this room. Both of our priorities are your goal, and your condition is the key to success. Which makes you , my high top priority. Do you understand me ?” “Yes.”

“Ok so let’s get going.” You took another file, and took a picture out, ready to handle it to him. “Is the name : Nicholas Fury, ringing some bells to you?” “Yes.” He took it inside his titanium fingers and finally moved his piercing blue eyes away from you to look at the picture. “In two weeks, you’ll be in Washington DC. An entire squad will be deployed to assassinate him. Fury is the leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D, not a mere target. He will break free and fight back. That will be when you’ll show up.” He wasn’t looking at the picture anymore. One thing for sure : at least he was paying attention to you, and what you were saying. And that made you actually kind of proud of yourself. “That was part one. I’ll personally supervise your training with the VR machine and your physical health and condition. I really need you to communicate with me all the time about anything that could be in your mind. The more focused you are, the more Hydra’s plan will succeed.” And what’s that plan ? You have not a single clue. You were a cog in the machine, disposable. Not much more than him. “Do you understand ?” “I understand.” Oh shit, two words this time!

“Good.” You smiled. He didn’t. You move your hands closer to him, to take a grip on the picture. He opened his prosthetic hand, leaving you to take it back. Nothing in his gesture seems dangerous. Just normal, somehow cordial. “I must ask : are you in any pain right now ?” His eyes significantly get from right to left. He must probably wonder why you are asking him that. Did nobody ever ask him such basic questions like : ‘are you in pain?’ This man's sole purpose was to fight, that made no damn sense for you.

“Sir ?” You insisted for an answer, even if the ‘sir’ sounded absolutely ridiculous to your ears. You didn’t know his name, and you don’t feel comfortable calling him “Winter Soldier” , “Soldier”, “Sir De Winter”, “Hey you,he soviet assassin” so it will be “Sir” for now. “Sir are you in pain right now ?” “I’m not in pain.” A complete sentence, that’s progress. You breathed a bit better “Ok good.” You got up from your desk, which was honestly barely taller that him remaining on his chair. He didn’t let go of your eyes and you decided to make a bold move. For now, he was always being responsive so you slowly moved your hands toward him. To his prosthetic hand. “May I take a look, please ?” You glanced at each other, nobody made the first move. In complete silence, if it wasn’t for both of your breaths. You’re almost sure that it has been at least 5 minutes since you decided to speak again. Slowly, and gently, with no signs of confrontation in your body language or speech. “I will not do it until you comply. And you can refuse the contact.” He didn’t answer right away but he finally nodded. 

Slowly, you took his hand into yours, lifting it from his thigh where it was resting. At the beginning it was just taking a look. But he wasn’t making any moves, so you decided to take your observation a little further. You used your other hands to start to move each finger separately, taking a step closer to him. Finally, you made one  of your hands slowly sliding into the hoodie, to feel the muscles, the nerves, how it feels like a real arm. It was cold, but you felt it shudder to your touch. That was the line you decided to not take it further.

“Thank you, Soldier.” You said with a smile, taking away your hands from him. You moved behind your desk, opening your notepad to take a bunch of notes, breaking the contact with him. Just a second. But when you raised your eyes again, The Winter Soldier wasn’t in sight.  

 You shuddered and didn’t make a single move. If it wasn’t for your fingers grasping your desk. You did your best to have a steady respiration and not start to panic. Your throat dried up immediately. You took a deep breath and say : “Please, get back to your seat.” You slowly moved your head to look right back at him. He was standing. His eyes were black, taking loud deep breaths, fixing your behind your shoulder. Tall. Dangerous. You were terrorised. And he could smell it. He didn’t move so you stood up as well, and slowly faced him. You try to remain in total control of your body and not start to fidget. You could scream for help, but for whatever reason, you still had the feeling you could handle the situation. Trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t the first time a patient was disobedient. The only difference was that this one could crush your skull in a bat of an eye, 

 “Get back.” You said once again, bearing his piercing eyes, but he didn’t budge. So you took out your hand and put it on his chest. You felt like an ant against a mountain, but you pushed him a bit. “We will go nowhere this way.” You resumed trying to get a step closer, even if it will be creating a proximity that could be even more lethal to you. “So please, get back to…”

Something happened. It was obvious, and clear as day : you felt the bulge between his legs. Right above your navel. Hardening even more now that he could feel your body. You decided immediately to repress the shameful feeling of your very inside warming up and tickling you. “Winter Soldier.” You growled, angry but trying your best to remain as professional as you could. Of course, of fucking course. This guy was gorged on serum and hormones, quick, violent actions, and adrenaline. Pumping in his veins, burning 24/7. His body was on the edge all the time, and he just awoke from a dreamless slumber. He was a human, whatever all these idiots were thinking, not a freakin’ cyborg. When was the last time he saw a woman that he didn’t smash the head on a wall ? You even suspected that Pierce was counting on it. Nonetheless, you were alone in an office, literally glued with the world's most dangerous assassin, who was having a massive hard-on. Throbbing against you. You had your share of very awkward situations in your short life time. But nothing, nothing prepared you for this. And you had even less of an idea of what to do because he was doing nothing . He was feeling uncomfortable, that you could say, but he wasn’t really doing any moves to attack you, or even take you. He was standing here, with heavy breathing, his eyes still piercing you. And you slowly slided your gaze to his lips, finding the vision of his hard laboured breath strangely mesmerizing.

 Short of ideas, your reflexes took the best (or the worst) of you, and without you realizing it, your hand was around his neck. Your palm pressured on his glottis, and you clearly felt him swallow. As clearly as you felt him becoming even harder. Your breath was starting to shake, as you felt a not-so subtle chill coursing your spin. You drew his face and your face closer, as you finally moved forward, forcing him to move as well. Forcing was a strong word : the last time you hit a punching bag, you hurt yourself and sobbed for an hour. But for whatever reason, he did whatever you wanted. As if he was testing your resolve to make him obey. But there was nothing on his file about this behaviour. He tried to attack, kill and escape. Nothing about testing the limits of anyone.

“You. Will. Sit. Down!” you spat, through your teeth, forcing even more your grip around his neck, as your other hand was reaching for his hair. You pulled it, not too harshly, but you could definitely smell the musk, and the wetness of what stayed of his shower.

You did it. He was sitting down again. And your bodies departed for one another. For once he tried to escape your gaze, which was a strangely human reaction. You both managed to get your breath back, before you decided to call the guard to adjourn your observation.

As soon as the door closed behind them, you felt your legs giving up and you sat on the ground, back against your desk, a small wimp leaving your throat. You felt your eyes starting to wet, and your teeth rattled a bit so you tried to cuddle yourself to try to retake control on your body. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as his intoxicating smell was still all around you. It was by far one of the most terrifying experiences you ever felt, and it was all clouded by the phantom feeling of his body against yours. You could still feel his gaze, his heat, his… well, his cock against your belly. You were still chilling, trying to repress whatever you were feeling at this instant. Because it wasn’t right, for you. Nor him. Everyone in this godforsaken organisation was treating him like a dog, just here to attack and do tricks, but you swore to yourself not to do the same. You will succeed at your mission, but you’ll do it from the crumbs of humanity and morality that HYDRA left you. You will do anything possible that the mission will be complete, the most painless possible for this broken man you just saw. Wait a second.

Painless .

You jumped on your feet, ignoring the numbness of your legs caused by the shock, and you ran at the door, screaming at the three men at the end of the corridor. “HEY !” The guards startled a bit and looked at you “I changed my mind. Bring the Winter Soldier back to my office.” They briefly exchange what seems to be a bunch of insults about you, but they comply to bring the Soldier back. Him ? He seemed absolutely unbothered. 

You closed the door behind the both of you, to the face of the guards yet again. He was standing here, showing his back as you slowly got back in front of him. Hands in your pocket, not really sure of what to do nor how to do it. He was looking at you, this same feeling of unease than before. And for reasons : a small glance confirmed that he was still rock hard. You didn’t make any move for a long time, until you finally put your hand on his chest. You felt his breathing becoming slightly quicker. “You’re not in pain.” You whispered, and he shook his head, negatively. “That was the wrong question. I’m sorry... “ Without you noticing, you had the palm of your hand on his cheek, scrubing lightly his stubble with your thumb as an apology. You breathed in, just couldn’t believe what you were about to say. “Do you need help ?” His expression didn’t change, but his eyes ? They became a bit brighter, you could even see a bit of relief when you saw him nod.

You swiftly move your other index on his pillowy lips as you still lower your voice. “They cannot hear us.” He nodded again as the only feeling of your finger as close to his mouth made him shiver with anticipation. He was literally dying of anything that could relieve him. And for what you understood, as your conversation continued, he trusted you with his body, to provide him with the sweet touch he has been totally deprived of. You slowly push away your index to gently slide your thumb between his lips, and he sighed with pleasure as he took it with an eagerness you would never have believed possible. The most deadly assassin in the world, the legendary Winter Soldier that everyone wishes he wasn’t real, was purring while sucking your finger. If you weren’t the shrink, you’ll be needing one immediately. You gently moved him to make him sit in his chair, he was way too tall for you to handle this with ease. “What about the showers?” You asked him, as you removed your thumb to make it gently slide on his lips, your other hand crawling across his chest to his pants. He swallowed before whispering. “I could but... “ his well built square jaws started to tense, with a visible revulsion. “... They can watch.” Disgusting. He couldn’t even close the damn door of the shower. “You’re safe here.” You said as your hand was finally reaching the bulge behind his Hydra cargo pants. You didn’t know what you expected but… it was way beyond that. He hissed a bit at the feeling of your hand as you started to touch it gently over the fabric. 

Now he was panting, looking at you as you were a single oasis after years of thirst in the desert. “Please…” You heard, barely audible when he was starting to lose it. “I got you, but you have to promise me to be good.” “Anything. Please…” 

And at your very surprise, you obliged him. Using your hand to plunge into his pants, while the other fast pressed into his mouth, muffing the immediate deep moan that escaped at the very second you touched his pulsing penis. He started panting even more, as he used his flesh arm to drive you onto him. His forehead against yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer and closer. Actually you let go of his -massive- erection a second to just drop out his pants, and his breach. You stopped a second, only to watch him begging you with his eyes, as you could feel his saliva at the palm of your hand while you muzzled him. It was it. You realized what kind of power you have over this man. He has been used and abused in every single way, but for once : someone’s finally doing what he wanted. You had his pleasure in your very hands, and for once in years, you could finally help someone. So you’re gonna do it, you’re going to make him feel good. Very good. “Good boy.” You muttered, without knowing where the hell that could come from, and you reached him again. Stroking your hands up and down his shaft, nourishing yourself over the vibration of his muffled moans against your hand. His eyes weren't leaving yours, if it wasn’t for when they seemed to roll to the sky. His vision periodically blackened by the waves of forbidden pleasure he was feeling over his body, who was barely him anymore. Your eyes were gorging on the vision of his handsome muscular man, surrendering himself to your touch, sweating, trembling and panting for you. You were saluted by an utterly satisfied noise the moment you decided to lean over his manhood to drip a large amount of your own saliva moist what was already on the edge of ruin. You rolled your thumb against his tip, massage his veins with just one finger… anything to make him feel something. Anything that wasn’t pure anger, hatred or apathy. You were inclined to believe the file saying that he was nothing but a perfectly built weapon for HYDRA to command. But now, when you tickled, teased and made him shiver, and you felt all his sincere gratitude, you were certain : There is a man in here. And he was finally feeling good .

But soon, it wasn’t enough anymore. Seeing his bare thighs, powerful, thicken by years of training and super soldier serum, tensed by all the nerves and muscles deliciously answering to your call, made your inside warmed up. Your core was aching, screaming for proximity and intimacy, and before you understood what happened, you sat astride on his left thigh. The soft flesh between your legs immediately responded with delight, making you shiver. Almost instantly, you felt his grip on your hip, of the cold metal digging into your flesh with despair. It was a super soldier, with the stamina of several dozen men, but it’s been so long, and you were touching him with perfection. You felt his head on your shoulder, and slowly you started licking his temple, tasting the very fruit of your hard work : his sweat. 

Galvanized by his intoxicating smell, and the thrusting he started giving to your hand, you started to move like a snake, rocking against his skin, looking for some pressure despite the fabric of your pants, mercilessly acting like a barrier of your own pleasure. You could get it off, but it was a limit that you forbid yourself to cross. But it’s true, as you were working him, you couldn’t stop yourself to think of how this would feel. Sliding inside you. You were so very short and fragile, and compared to your hand, his phallus was gigantic. He could ruin you, split you in half, using his bare hands and make you do anything. But the only person in control here, were you. And only you. You never felt anything like this before. And it’s highly probable than neither did he. You tried to vanish the thought, but the more you could feel his thigh between yours, the more you became obsessed.

 The more he was approaching, the more eager the soldier became. Both of his hands firmly gripped on your behind, almost certain that it will leave bruises, but you didn’t care at this very moment. His grunts against your hands became more and more intense, and you started to feel he was about to give in. In between your fingers, small drips of salivas were started to escape. You couldn’t give up your grip now, so you made it even more tight, drawing your lips closer to your hands, you whispered as your sore wrist fastened its path “I’m here for you. Give everything to me.”

 His panting became incontrolable, his eyes rolled out, his head dropped back, before he finally reached his peak. You felt the deep vibration of his ultimate cry on your hand, as your other hand was dripping of hot seed. You slowly removed your other hand from his face, and could contemplate your masterpiece :  the Soldier absolutely looked like a mess, with his red face, his eyes blinking furiously, covered with his own saliva. You left his leg, both your hands dripping of his bodily fluids. You used the one that was on his lips to pick his head and forced him to look at you. You ravished your vision of this man who absolutely surrendered to your good care, deeply satisfied with your attention. You cradled his face, and you took a large lick of his spit from his chin to his mouth. Where he leaned for a wet and warm kiss. You took a good taste of him, intoxicated by whatever pheromones he could diffuse around you.

 You look at him another few seconds, before recluandly moving away, to the bathroom where you not only washed your hands, but came back with a wet towel. You first cleaned with infinite care his face, and then his genitals, making sure he wouldn’t have any kind of unpleasant sensation as he had a big day ahead of him. You were his doctor and caretaker, and he had a mission to prepare. He seemed to respond well to the cleaning, not really expressive, but he made no sudden move. You could see him sighing with ease, closing his eyes as he rubbed his cheek in your palm again, when you were caressing him with the wet towel. You could still hear a loud satisfying purr. If you didn’t specifically ask him to kill someone less that an hour ago, you would actually find this absolutely adorable.

 You breathed in and out, making sure he was okay. “Are you feeling better ?...” He nodded, visibly relaxed, as he was closing his pants but not much more expressive than before. He stood up, in front of you, like nothing happened. “Yes.” But to your surprise he added a second later. “Thank you, doctor.” You smiled at him as you couldn’t keep yourself from making your knuckles caressing his cheek, and finally tracking the shape of his jaws. “Good boy.” You heard yourself say, wondering what the fuck was wrong with you.He didn’t react. All the shivers, purring,  sighing, and moans disappeared as soon as his pants closed. It was for the best, and you quickly took your hand back, clearing your throat. You call the guards. The Winter Soldier was fully ready for his mission preparation, and you asked them to give him some time to recover from… his cryostatic, before you would start the procedure.

 In the meantime, you need a shower. A long, hot, steamy, shower. 

[val-made-a-mistake]

YALL

so in honour of me hitting 500 followers, i decided to throw the smut portion of partition around in google translate a couple of times to see if it got something funny. to say i’m crying with laughter is an understatement.

@tkachuk-dubois @prestigious-tea @chiefdirector @cable-kenobi @multiyfandomgirl40 @shrekboobies @fandom-princess-forevermore @ladyveraweasley — this isn’t a fic but it’s still zemo related so i tagged you guys! i’m still having a lot of trouble tagging certain usernames though

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You recorded the last Po Zemo front seat belt featuring a violent and kiss, a kiss on the splattered coat of the flag wearing lipstick on you and what you forget how to kiss. Read my lips it moves, in such a disgusting way, while you still can't think of anything ... thats all to say, this way.

A study responded, curling into a jacket is closer to removing it, and it pushed you into the leather seats.

Why don't you ask a whimper, like a flamed mouth spalatinorum belt as a single-leg broken seat, to be sharp, the other authorities.

"Quiet," he ordered, though it was only whispering and muddy to bring him to order enough tremors until your spine, so you obeyed.

You can also bite too hard for you with tears, already completely under the basin to keep your cover, pull off the train, I lay down naked, brushing the side of her clitoris, and the drawers myself lazy. Of course I remember the G-spot, because the part that people like to enjoy playing puppets has not changed at all.

Helmut sighed quietly and looked.

"What's so funny?"

And he got wet

And they fought again, is the heat, lest it spread to the cheeks, but it lost.

"Arise," your secrecy to throw a split finger, and thank God, for I have heard my voice.

Holy shit, that silver tongue man and somehow forgot how to use it. Capri, this does the coat, and his only desire is to get you to him and beg him, as is the norm, but there is nothing to something else, which I began to describe now to be able to know when he started to circle her clit and slips his gloomy fingers into the easily recognizable two. During those precious minutes, eating when you were completely lost at the time of your palm, and I remembered that you took the skirt of her low, and if you had her face completely covered, and it would be very good for her.

However, when you are ahead, hold your thigh strong and feed as if you are hungry and it will help you calculate it.

At the first meeting you should definitely go blast, and the cover, Zemo again with the completely useless fur coating her mouth, he got up, and killed her.

Because I long to see you too, which could be simple and Abraham has turned the seat of the.

I looked out the window, but now from the heart.

"How long until we get there?" There were many.

Zemo looked at the surface of many things and I noticed how hard his hand was to his belt.

Not having trouble, he wanted to do enough. Your legs tremble, if you no longer wiggle him or shake him on the couch, his grandfather's exact look, but they flew, unzipping his belt, then ...

For some reason your head is not awake. It makes no sense whatsoever, one of your mighty men would not be drunk with the foot opening of the place, but not to him, not stealing to look. Is he or she not employed, but ...

He will grab your beard's fingers leprosy to break out the light, and the light of your face will make you Zemo do him a good deed.

"Return to me," he said in a softer tone, more than a few hours ago. Did we want the company in front of you both with a great divide. Although I have never become a youth prison, tortured, no plan and you know when to push it out of the spirit. He nodded agreement. sore throat.

When you felt something long and hard door, and have been bitten again -

Every last piece of the puzzle fell into place, and you have to work in years.

And your mother of the time of the spirit and Helmut apply it to the other.

That was over a small space for you to hold out for a bit more, however it seemed to hurt as he hit her, the deepest impression on him, even if it was the pleasure and not the pain that disappeared with the waves . cut them. when it starts for you.

You heard about the tone and speech of his apartment.

Lamb

You gathered your strength to stand still swimming in the sea, and breathe suddenly, but round the walls and lean down by the friction with the After School before the creature more than ever, so that the driver of your health improves faster, crushing. he, and if they do not, he would sigh.

Zemo's breath "Oh Gott" held back, and like a blast an orgasm followed.

It was inconsistent - you'll want to carry everything I've lost to you so much that I didn't hear or understand, even if they were so close to heaven, it's very important that you haven't done so yet, they all complained to me and beg for cheaper.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 4

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. Bullying and non-explicit violence in this chapter, Peter whump.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: WE'VE GOT PLOT! Peter Parker deserves better. Steeb needs a vibe check cuz he keeps failing them :( Boomers are hot but ... Boomers. KitKat, anyone? Natasha is a Brain Cell™. Enjoy, deviants.

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I scheduled a visit to the tower two days after my "illness" episode. Most of my lows passed without any lingering, the headache was gone and so was the nausea. My mood was still somewhere between "please kill me" and "I could eat a lot of cake right now" but it was bearable. I was very much looking forward to occupying myself with the project if only to divert my focus from overthinking about my own misery.

Peter said he was going to see Tony straight after school and offered for me to tag along with him: Tony sent his driver to pick up the boy. I didn't have the heart to refuse, seeing no point in waiting for an Uber on a rainy workday afternoon. Traffic was horrendous in New York city no matter the weather but a downpour took the congestions to a new height.

When I spotted the sleek, black brand new Audi I made a beeline for it, waving to Happy as I crawled inside as fast as I could. "Don't get the seats wet," The chauffeur grumbled.

"It's wet outside," I rolled my eyes into the next dimension. Whoever thought his nickname was in any way appropriate needed a psych eval. Peter sat on my right side looking wet and downright miserable. I had to swallow a string of expletives at the sight in front of me: the entirety of Peter's right cheek was an ugly shade of blue, eye on it's way to swelling shut and lip busted open. "What in the everliving fuck happened to you?!" Breathing through my nose, I fought bubbling rage inside of me. Peter looked like he went toe to toe with a Hulk.

"Flash happened," The boy mumbled, whining and brooding simultaneously. His cheeks glowed.

"That little runt?" I took another pause to steady my breathing, tentatively reaching out for Peter's hand. He grasped it tightly in gratitude. "Well, did you at least fight back?"

"No, I... I can't do that," Peter became even smaller, curling into the seat and in himself. I was disappointed for sure as I wouldn't just stand there and take a beating, but Pete was different. He was sensitive-a total pacifist to boot.

"Do any of the teachers know? I'm guessing this isn't the first time," Sure, I've seen Parker with an occasional scrape or a bruise but I'd always figured it was just him being a teenage nuisance. Curtain of depression I had over the previous days slowly began morphing into cold fury.

"No, well, they probably do. But Flash is the principal's son so they ignore it, I guess," Peter sighed in defeat. "Mr. Stark doesn't know either. Please don't tell him," He begged.

"Abuse thrives in silence," I parroted our sex-ed teacher but otherwise made no promises. My mind raced between comforting Peter and ordering Happy to turn the car around so I could find the shitty excuse of a human named Flash Thompson and violently make it known what happens to people when they get me pissed off.

"What are you going to tell Tony?" I asked Peter as we herded into the elevator, slightly wet and mostly miserable.

"I have an idea or two," The boy answered darkly.

"You have been summoned to the common floor, I was instructed to notify you there is food to be eaten before sciencing, per Doctor Banner's orders," Friday announced, rerouting the elevator to the aforementioned destination. Peter groaned loudly, burying his face in his hands.

"What the fuck happened to you, kid?" Bucky decided screeching like a banshee and attracting at least five of his teammates to come running from the dining room was the best way to approach an obviously spooked Peter. The boy shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Our classmate beat him up," I answered before Pete could lie. "The fucking runt that doesn't know his damn place. His two cronies probably too," The venom in my voice could've melted steel. I was genuinely furious.

"What's his name?" Captain-Steve growled. I was taken aback at the large blonde man suddenly standing up, fists clenched. My feet moved involuntarily, taking a step back from the enraged supersoldier and Pete cowered, startled.

I stepped in front of him immediately. "I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck down, Cap," The trembling in my voice persisted but I stood my ground nonetheless. "Your roid rage is going to land you in prison if you keep going," In my own rage, self-preservation went out of the window along with common sense. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, Peter was downright shaking behind me.

"She's right," Bucky darkly eyed his friend. "Off to the sparring mats with you." He grabbed Rogers by the shoulder with his prosthetic arm all but hauling the blonde towards the elevator. Thor immediately took the Captain's other side, not quite touching him but obviously giving his friend a vibe check. I could've clapped. Not that Steve resisted much, but still.

"Everyone calm down, please," The Black Widow piped up in an even tone. I can always count on a fellow woman to keep calm in a situation where men's tempers almost cause a disaster. "Now, tell us what happened," She approached Peter on quiet feet. The boy shuffled around me looking every bit as dejected as I felt about the situation. "And someone fetch some ice for that bruise," Romanoff's offhand gesture had Barton scrambling into the kitchen.

Peter sat down on the couch, looking at the floor. "Flash has been bothering me since, like, forever and today I just ignored his usual remarks because I had a calculus test, I- I wanted to make sure I knew everything, and I was sitting in a really quiet corner, and I- Ned was hanging out with MJ somewhere and I guess Flash got angry that I didn't answer," Peter rambled in his usual nervous fashion, sentences jumbling together. Natasha kept nodding, simply hugging the boy softly with one arm. As soon as Clint came back with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel Natasha's other arm pressed it gently to Peter's bruised face. The assassin frowned at the pained whine that left Peter's lips.

"Honestly, that dude is a fucking piece of shit, I'm surprised how he's not in jail yet," I piped up from where I was pacing along the large window overlooking the city skyline. Wound up and tense, I couldn't stay still. "He stole a senior's car for a joyride, last year. He routinely picks on the freshmen and I've personally dislocated his wrist from slapping me on the ass in, like, eight grade," Peter's eyebrows raised at my admission and Natasha gave me a vaguely approving hum.

I caught Peter's eye the moment elevator doors opened revealing a panicked looking Tony and a worried Bruce with Loki standing behind them, talking to a man in... Robes? And a red cape?

"What happened to my science child?!" Tony's fury rang high. The engineer rushed over to Peter, frantically checking him over and growling at the state of his face, letting out a string of expletives seeing the busted lip had started to bleed again.

I gave a tiny tilt of my lips to Bruce who had the oddest compilation of worried, confused and amused in his expression.

"You should probably get him to a doctor, I think his mouth is cut on the inside," I scooted closer to Banner, informing him quietly.

"I'm a doctor," The man in the cape announced, ... strutting (!) over to Pete. There was really no other way to describe his long, precise strides. He quickly butted Tony out of the way and instructed Peter to open his mouth.

"This is utter chaos," Loki muttered, sitting down on the furthest end of the couch.

"It is and I'm living for it," I sighed. The situation was very disorganized with Tony flailing about in blind panic, Bruce just standing there, Cap's rage quit and subsequent intervention by his buddies. Then the new strange dude... Loki was brooding and honestly? Big mood. The only person who made some resemblance of order out if this cluster fuck was Natasha.

All and all, it was quite endearing. I imagined that's what a large, close family would look like. When I said I was enjoying myself - no lie there, even despite the grim situation.

"How are you? Are you hurt?" Bruce quietly asked me, laced with concern. His shoulders relaxed somewhat when I shook my head negative. "Hungry?" I nodded affirmatively and the doctor produced a kit kat bar seemingly out of nowhere, winking at me with a boyish smile. I just about melted on the spot, tearing off a block and giving it to him to avoid any embarrassing reactions I might possibly spout in the wake of my recently acquired crush.

We munched in silence as the Cape Guy explained to Peter (and anxious Tony) that a few butterfly stitches would be needed as well as CT scan to rule out a possible concussion. At that point Tony was steadily turning purple in colour, rage and anxiety combining for a large storm that no doubt will hit sooner or later.

I felt responsible, I guess. Peter must've known Tony was going to react so strongly to his science son getting hurt and well, I hated seeing Tony so mad and helpless. On soft feet, I padded over to the engineer, making sure to stay within direct line of vision. "Tones?" He shot his eyes at me. He was furious. "Look, I'm going to make that fucker's life a living hell," Tony made an agitated noise of protest however I wasn't having it. I knew I'd be in trouble later but for now, I firmly placed my palm over his mouth, enjoying the surprised widening of his eyes at the frivolous gesture. "Listen, right now you can't do shit. You guys are super-powered individuals and Flash is just a nasty kid. You'll get in a big fat mess and he'll get to go away with a slap on the wrist," Tony sagged, visibly, bodily, and I felt it was safe to remove my hand from his face.

"I hate to say it but she's right," Bruce piped up behind me, voice soft.

I nodded. "I'm going to ruin the guy without putting a single finger on him," Tony nodded grimly and Cape Guy halted his examination of Peter's head to give me a mildly concerned stare. "My mother is a litigator, a vicious one at that. I've learned a trick or two," I winked with a grim sort of amusement causing the man to snort. Tony chuckled humorlessly. "As much as I hate to be the voice of reason, it would be a shame for anybody in this tower to end up behind bars. Even if it would be for a good cause," I finished my speech, patting Tony on the shoulder. The surprised squeak made its way out of my mouth when the billionaire pulled me tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around me in a desperate hug.

Ignoring my skyrocketing heartbeat, I wrapped myself around him as best as I could. Whatever issues the man had, they had to be quite painful if he reacted to the situation so intensely. I was selfish, but not heartless, so I gave into the affectionate gesture despite the inappropriate feelings that blossomed within me.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve you," Peter whined, fat round tears beginning to drip down his cheeks. I could tell he was embarrassed beyond Hell but his feelings overwhelmed him enough to just spill through. I immediately made my meanest big eyes to Natasha and Cape Guy who immediately hugged the life out of Pete. There, all set.

"Now go get that scan done," I frowned, seeing Peter start to nod off. "I don't know your name, but can you arrange that? Since you're a doctor," I nodded to the Cape Guy.

"I'm Stephen Strange," he replied, effortlessly picking up a dozing Peter and carrying him to the elevator. Before I could react, he waved his one free hand in some sort of a circle and a glowing ring appeared with what seemed to be a ER room - Strange hastily stepped through, followed by Tony suddenly withdrawing and hurrying after the ... Wizard? The portal closed immediately after.

"What the fuuuuuck..." I gaped at the now empty space. Strange, indeed. Even Loki's scoff didn't put a dent in my perplexed curiosity.

"So, lawyer family, huh?" Natasha, who I'd forgotten about, spoke up, mildly interested.

"Just my mother," I replied casually. They were the last thing in the world I wanted to talk about, especially after being so upset for the past hour. Man, I needed a drink. My hands itched for a cigarette.

"What about your father?" The spy didn't relent, pushing the issue with deadly politeness - I was actually sure she'd threaten me into talking about it even if I refused to.

"He's a celebrity manager."

"Cool," Her tone perked up at that. "Know anyone famous?"

"Know? No," I thought about all the A-list Hollywood stars I've been around, the endless parade of one-hit-wonder musicians that my dad hung out with on a daily basis. "I've crossed paths with at least half the Billboard TOP 40 but that's about it. Katy Perry was really nice," I added as an afterthought.

"I see," Natasha gave me a thoughtful once-over, patting the seat next to her. "So tell me, what do you have in mind for this Flash kid?"

My smile came out sharp and vicious. People tended to underestimate the quiet, quirky loner and I was about to remind them exactly why my kind of kids usually ended up with either millions in their bank accounts or a lengthy criminal record. "I'm going to annihilate any chance he has with having a social life, a girlfriend and I'll be damned if he gets into college without his parents going bankrupt. It goes like this..."

The ominous beginning of my plan attracted everybody in the room, even Loki. If anything, he offered the most constructive advice and the smirk he wore was positively devilish. Steve, Bucky and Thor emerged sometime during the scheming and hastily joined us, identically grim expressions on their faces. We barely managed to get done with our nefarious cackling when a portal appeared once again, Stephen stepping out of it with Tony carrying a sleeping Peter. The boy's head was bandaged, he looked like a mummy.

I stood up, beelining for Tony. "Is Pete okay? Did you call May?"

"He's not concussed but he's taking the day off tomorrow. Yes, I called May. Pete is staying here tonight," Tony looked and sounded like an exhausted, worried parent.

The urge to squee appeared again and I stomped it down with a hard "Good. We made a plan. The fucker is going to choke on his own misery," I gestured to the people sitting in a circle behind me.

Strange snorted.

Furious. I was furious.

Hands on my hips, I swerved towards him, instantly recognizing the ridiculousness of the situation. Here I stood, an eighteen year old high school student, in my fluffy rainbow sweater and denim overalls, staring down a whole grown ass man with magic powers. I digress, my pride won the race against my common sense. "Ex-fucking-cuse you, Voldemort, that's my fucking friend on the line," I seethed, giving him my best death glare.

"Language," Tony barely held together his laughter, looking at the unfolding mess with amusement. Somewhere behind me, somebody chuckled, then I recognised Loki's signature "ehehe" and it kind of went downhill from there. It's a miracle Peter didn't wake up.

"I'd be careful, Strange, she holds up against Stark very well," Loki's quiet compliment only made me preen and puff out my chest in a display of dominance. Stephen's responding eye roll was more fond than annoyed. I counted it as a win.