#but that’s also something completely different but uhh

[teaboot]

So brief update: im the financially abused kid.

I've been asking my mom to let me have access to my account for quite a while now and every time she says we'll do it later. And i asked her right now, she's not doing anything, and she says "you'll get it later, it doesn't change anything if you don't get it right this second" in that Tone that is very much not convincing me. So uhh

The repliers' fear of her using my money starts sounding more realistic 😬 or at least it's platant that she's allergic to letting me have an opinion and agency

I know yall have wanted me to go to the bank directly, i just thought that maybe i could convince her, and talking to strangers is very scary and i dont even know all the terms like what do i even say or demand or convince them with if i dont even know what the difference between a credit and a debit card is?

But it's monday tomorrow and i Could go to the bank. If i end up doing something she'll certainly me mad at me

Go to the bank. Absolutely go to the bank. If you have a rough estimate of how much SHOULD be in your account, compare off that. If it’s clear she’s been taking money out, ask if you can freeze it- if you can’t access your money anyways it shouldn’t slow your roll too badly. Then ask whoever you speak with first advice of where you can go from there.

If they aren’t helpful, come in another day to speak with a different employee, and if they suck too, you can make a full withdrawal and open an account somewhere else eventually.

If she’s draining your account, you can’t freeze it, and you don’t expect her to stop, I’d consider quitting your job until you’re old enough to secure your own private account in dependant of her access.

Don’t worry about not knowing enough. Banks work with the public- odds are any experienced employee will have worked with the elderly, folks with memory issues, young people like yourself, people with disabilities and people who also experience financial abuse. A good bank colleague in this context should be the financial equivalent to a librarian in some ways- if they don’t know something they should at least be able to direct you elsewhere that does.

Another important thing:

If you find she HAS been spending from your account, ask to see the spending history, and ask if they can find any connection to a credit card, or if you can find out if your name has been used to get one.

If your mother’s credit history isn’t great and she’s willing to steal or “”borrow without permission”” from you NOW, there’s valid reason to suspect she may attempt to get cards under your name. As a person with no credit history, your credit would be better than anyone who’s had derogatory claims in the past and- you know what, I’m over explaining. Just something to consider and to talk to a professional about.

If it’s more about control than theft or fraud, that’s still incredibly shitty and certainly financial abuse, but it’s more straightforward. You will age out of her complete control, and then you change your passwords and PIN number and keep her out of it.

So, summary: Go to bank. Bring ID, like a provincial ID (? Im not American and i dont know if you are) driver’s license, passport, school ID if they take that, bring a list of questions, bring your estimate of how much you should have, and if it’s low, ask about checking into your credit score or credit cards attached to it.

It sounds scary, but just be polite and up front about feeling out of your depth and things should go well.

It is a lot to be dealing with, though. I’m sorry it’s something you have going on. Rooting for you

[florshedworf]

mlp infection au but. hear me out. hurtcomfort good ending they find a cure and everyone is saved and and and

[bonefall]

When Thunder stays with Clear Sky for a while, does Clear ever insist on referring to him as Thunder Sky?

Towards the end yes, as the final detail to Thunder Storm that Clear Sky doesn't love him. He wants to ERASE him.

If Clear Sky recognizes he's made a mistake in casting Bright Storm away with their child, he's incapable of seeing it was wrong because it was cruel. He wants what he realizes he threw away, because he now sees it has value. He wants to own his oldest son the way he wants to own the entire forest-- as a reflection of his greatness.

Anything that makes Clear Sky uncomfortable about Thunder Storm has to be sanded down. The assertiveness was the first thing, he feels insecure when he's challenged, the child must learn to follow before he may learn to lead.

The second is that leg, presenting a prosthetic as a gift (that he isnt allowed to refuse), because he can't have been wrong about the choice that killed his younger brother-- here is a SOLUTION that simply didn't exist before! Behold how resourceful and wealthy his cats are, compared to your old group. We've fixed you.

(This prosthetic is a clunky piece of shit that is annoying to strap on every day, gets in the way and makes a ton of noise, and itches like hell, but the change in Clear's demeanor is immediate if Thunder doesn't wear it.)

But somehow, Thunder Storm was willing to take all of that. In hindsight, it bothers him that the tipping point wasn't the other two things.

Bright Storm gave her son her own last name. When Clear Sky sent them away and the Mountain Cats permanently split, it was pointed. "My only survivor is named for myself." SHE would raise him, alone.

Bright Storm herself slowly seemed to lose sight of the meaning, encouraging him to understand his father's good aspects, but in the meanwhile it took on a new meaning to Thunder. His mother raised him. He found a father in Shaded Flower. He grew up next to Lightning Cry and Acorn Swoop. Thunder Storm means this. It's the person he made himself, and the love they've all put into him.

Thunder SKY is just another monument to Clear Sky, stripping away the life he lived without him. And WHY? For ego? For comfort?

"What am I letting him DO to me?!"

It wasn't the final STRAW, but it was the tipping point. Once Thunder Storm had this realization, the minute he was not going to budge on something, that confrontation was inevitable. The blowout fight was making reservations.

Sunlit Frost is still the breaking point, the injury from his burn going sour, but I'm going to emphasize the way that Clear Sky only called that meeting in the first place as an abuse game. Thunder Storm knew it was coming-- but it still sickens him that it was something THIS monstrous.

[mylove-thresher]

JUMPING UP AND DOWN!!,,,!!,! I DREW!,!,,,!!!!,,

yo cuando mujeres sobrenaturales

[mad-hunts]

@ofgctham sent🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body (for bruce).

betrayal is one of the worst things to have to deal with, barton decided, as he sat with his back flush against one of the cold bathroom walls. it tears you up inside — squeezes your heart in a vice-like grip in a way that makes it seem like it's never going to let it go, and that you were stupid to have trusted anyone at all. barton would know because that is exactly how he felt right now sitting next to violet. he thought that they were friends, for they'd known each other almost a year now. but it was kind of funny how quickly their relationship was destroyed at the first sign that barton wasn't all that he seemed; violet turning into something of a cornered animal, willing to do anything to get out of a situation when she got a text message from someone she used to know. and this was only to find out that barton was hurting them for her.

barton tried to explain it to violet in a way that made sense to him. but of course, she didn't get that he deserved to die for what he did to her. violet was actually scared of the concept. of him, and whenever barton looked into her eyes then, all of the affection she'd felt for him was gone just like that. so much for being the most 'perfect, understanding friend,' as violet almost immediately declared that he needed help and she was going to call the police. needless to say, after hearing that, barton wasn't too pleased. from there, things just continued to escalate. one moment barton was telling violet that he didn't want to hurt her and the next he was trying to plunge a screwdriver he found through her gut. though that same screwdriver was wrenched out of his hands by her and in desperation, violet sunk it into his side whenever barton had taken to choking her out.

and that hurt like hell. she took off from there into the communal bathrooms of the dingy motel they were in to try to hide from him; but barton had found violet despite him leaving a very visible blood trail everywhere he stepped. he killed her by smashing her head into one of the sinks in a rage, it seemed, which he partially remembered and partially didn't. barton's eyes looked like just a bunch of veins with how bloodshot they were from crying while he bit down on his sleeve to keep himself from screaming out due to the pain of pulling out the screwdriver. if someone didn't at least report the blood they'd seen on the pavement out there leading to the bathroom, it'd be a damn miracle. but barton didn't even care if he got caught right now.

it really was a bad idea to take out that screwdriver, for he couldn't even stand now without his legs feeling like jelly and collapsing in on him. but he was able to do it while hanging onto the same bloody sink he'd used to kill violet. her body was right below him, and all barton could think of while looking at her was, why did things always turn out so badly for him? (maybe it was because he deserved it.) he could hear someone's heavy footsteps rush into the bathroom then. and with a weak chuckle, barton turned to face him. the batman. ❝ you're late. she's already gone. ❞ his knuckles turned white with how firmly he was gripping the sink to hold himself up.

❝ i liked her a lot, you know. she was my friend. but something happened, and i just... lost control. ❞ barton cleared his throat while tremors racked his body. looking down at her now made him suddenly feel very hot, probably from all of the adrenaline running through him, ❝ god's, i can't believe i killed her. ❞

[bakug0uzb1thc]

hey...uhh soo like I was thinking you could write a short thing like.. bakuogu and his girl are doing a school project and she says kat...I don't think this is gunna work for us.. i think we need to break up- sneezes, and bakugou thinks they are actually breaking up.. but the whole time she was talking about the project.. like..just somthing wholesome and a bit funny to me.. yk?

PLSSS i love this

Katsuki bakugou x reader

Misunderstanding

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“Idontwannadoit.” Your grumbles muffled by the pillow you suffocate yourself with. You and katsuki were paired to do a tri-fold presentation about any hero of your choosing and with back and forth bickering you both landed on snipe.

You were grateful that you were paired with him but displeased that you even had to do it in the first place. “Get your ass up, I’m not doing this whole thing.” He said poking your butt to which you groan into his pillow before accepting defeat and getting up.

You had just trained that day with him but it seemed that you were the only one who was tried after sparing.

“I don’t get how you are always so on top of things, it bugs me.” You take a seat next to him looking over at the tri-fold laid out on the ground. “Tell me How you even got into UA again.” He laughed at himself as you gave him a nasty glare. “Whatever nerd.”

You reached over to one of the printed pieces of paper re-reading what it said making sure it was the right one, it was but you noticed something off.

There was no gaps where the sentences ended and it ruined the whole thing, you needed to re-type it in a different font completely aswell.

You sighed at the thought of having to re do it but you also could be saved if katsuki did it.

You started crumpling up the paper, feeling the flat paper turn into a crumpled ball. “Kats, I think we need to break up-“

The uncomfortable feeling of your nose scrunching and your allergies acting up interrupted you mid sentence and the next thing you knew you were met with a frantic katsuki.

“W-what, I was just joking i swear. Im sorry.” He was wide eyed and looked like he was about to beg like his life depended on it.

“Omg no, kat what?” You scooted over to him and tried to cover a laugh you knew was fucked up to even have. “I sneezed, i was going to say we need to break up the sentences because they didn’t space out.” You flicked his four head, “god you’re jumpy, you scared I’m gonna break up with you?”

He looked away with an embarrassed blush. “Awhhh katsukii.” You sat up on your knees and hugged his head, his Carmel sent Dusting your noes.

“Don’t scare me like that you wicked woman.” He hid his face in your chest, realizing he did actually fear you breaking up with him.

“You’re too cute katsu.” You kissed his head, leaving a slight lip stain but we don’t talk about it.

You never thought you would have to sidestep step your wording with him.

(A/n: this was far from short im so sorry 😭😭 )

[moonpjs]

heeeyy could you maybe write reader giving haechan bj? if no that’s okayyy

18+ mdni

Haechan sucks in a sharp breath, feeling you palm him through his sweats under the desk, blood immediately rushing south, gripping his mouse hard as he loses all focus on the game in front of him. His attention quickly switched to you kneeling in between his legs, too engaged in the video game to even notice you get there in the first place. He’d been there for a good few hours, more than enough for you to get bored of watching him play from the other side of his room. Constantly asking for your sweet boyfriend to come tend to you, but reassuring you that he would be done soon. His meaning of ‘soon’ was very different to yours.

His brows furrowed slightly, eyes flicking between the hand on his growing bulge and the playful look on your face, mouthing out “What are you doing?”, avoiding his teammate Jisung hearing him over the mic. Only for you to place a finger on your lips, shushing him in response. Listening to you, his gaze returned to the screen, averting suspicions from his teammate. How could he stop you when you look so pretty on your knees for him? Face merely a few inches away from his cock. How could he say no?

Your fingers tease the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down with his boxers to release his stiff cock, letting it smack against the fabric of his hoodie. Heat pools between your legs as you gawk at his length, tip flushed with prominent veins on display. “Fuck.” Haechan exhales into the mic, breaths shaky when you finally wrap your hand around him, stroking teasingly slow, growing wetter every second as you watch him bite his lip in an attempt to silence his moans. You knew how vocal he could be, so watching him struggle was something so hot to you.

Wanting to make it more difficult for him, you stop, slightly tightening the grip you had on him before licking up his length, reaching the tip, tongue sliding over it in a circular motion. Haechan couldn't keep his eyes off of you, wishing he could push you down all the way onto his cock and watch you take him whole. And just as he imagined, you wrap your lips around him, sinking down, taking him deeper and deeper, eyes screwing shut as his head falls back, breathing heavily into the mic, hands slowly drifting away from the mouse and keyboard. One hand made its way to grasp a handful of your hair, guiding you onto him as you bobbed your head. His tip hits the back of your throat, causing a whimper to leave his lips.

“You okay, Haechan?” you faintly hear Jisung coming from his headphones. Suddenly, his eyes open, cheeks blushing red, staring at his motionless character on the screen, completely forgetting about the game until Jisung had caught his attention. “Uhh yeah,” he replies, leaning forward as he grabs the mouse with his less dominant hand, struggling to leave the game and end the call, “I- uh sorry I gotta go.”

He falls back into the chair, moans slipping through his parted lips, watching you drool all over his length, hollowing your cheeks, “You're such a fucking tease.” You chuckle around him, knowing he's going to have to explain himself to Jisung later.

a/n: thank you anon for the request, i hope you like it! i had writers block but i’m good now, got a few things in the works. also should i make a taglist?

[enhani-ki]

love at twenties ? - reader x ni-ki

warnings : suggestive content, explicit language, etc.

note : you can also read [snitch] first before reading this.

for all the years you've known each other, ni-ki likes to say the dumbest things just to see you smile. he would always do shit in because he knew that would make you playfully hit his arm, and shake your head at him, or you would struggle to hold back your giggles.

and if there's one very specific moment when he realized he has feelings for you, it had to be the day you showed up at his house wearing those tiny little shorts.

you're comfortable, legs were stretched out on their couch, smooth and toned, really impossible for anyone not to look. your toes were painted red, tapping on the cushion, and for some reason, it made his throat feel tight.

sure, he likes to make everyone comfortable and laugh with him but he also knew now that you weren't just his friend or his sister's best friend.

now, you've... grown.

he didn't know what to do with that realization 'cause he had always been a little shy to you.

he would always ask his sister first if she had eaten, just so it wouldn't be too obvious that he really wanted to know if you also ate already or he would buy snacks if he knew you'd be around, ones they didn't even like. "i don't eat these," his sister would pout. while you're there, eyes lighting up in excitement. ni-ki will smile slightly, knowing exactly they were all your favorites.

he needed for you to notice him.

he started being annoying. he would poke you, cutting into your conversations or blasting really loud music, and just kept trying to get a reaction from you in any way possible.

and to him, you probably thought he was just being a brat or something like an emo teenager. you would sigh, pout, or roll your eyes every time, maybe shove him away sometimes. even with all his antics, you were so nice and patient with him.

you would mess up his hair, brush him off, and you would even kiss his cheek when you're about to leave and go home.

as he age, his body started going through a lot of changes, he grew taller. way taller than you, taller than his sister, just taller than everyone.

his voice also got deeper, his shoulders broadened, and he started to feel like what he always wanted to look like too, but unfortunately for him, it also changed the way you've treated the younger friend.

you don't kiss his cheeks anymore, you don't include him in girls conversations like you used to, you became more careful and you don't seem... nice to ni-ki anymore...

"you're too dumb to enter a beauty pageant," he teased.

you rolled your eyes. "i wasn't even gonna join, i was just voted, you dumbass!"

...oh did he mention that you're also fighting back now too?

but to be fair, you're only treating him different not because of the changes in his appearance, it was also because ni-ki had started making jokes about fucki- uhh sex, and couple other horny stuff.

hello? he's not the only one going through changes, you're growing and you also have those raging hormones too! so every time he's making those jokes, your heart-brain just can't and won't stop going crazy.

and fuck, this is your childhood friend. not to mention, your best friend's brother.

one day, he saw you washing dishes, standing by the sink, and completely unaware of him.

his sister was nowhere to be found so it's just you, wearing a sundress where the hem keeps riding up your thighs every time you move.

ni-ki grinned before leaning against the kitchen counter, just watching you quietly.

oh, thank you God, thank you for whoever invented dresses. it was so short, if he just kneel down, he could peek and see—just a little.

watching your back, he kinda wanted to know what it would feel like if he hugged you on your waist, what if you just let him put his big hands all over you the way he always imagined late at night, alone in his room...

ni-ki bit his lip, then you turned around and jumped, startled.

he saw your boobs bounced when you did-

"you freaking scared me…" you breathed, pressing a hand to your chest.

he raised his brow at you, his face doesn't even look scary.

you frowned slightly. "you need something?"

yes, you but "just… water," is what he muttered instead.

you nodded before glancing at your watch. "i gotta go."

"where are you going?"

"just a date."

ni-ki straightened up immediately and furrowed his brows. "with who?!"

he suddenly didn't want a water anymore.

"huh?" you asked, confused on why he's asking.

"who?" he repeated.

"with the one yo-" you barely got the few words out before he cut you off with:

"who cares?"

later that night, you had to call ni-ki because his sister wasn't answering, probably asleep. you can't just go home drunk so you came back to their house, a little tipsy, he was the one who opened the door.

you lost your balance, and stumbled forward, straight right into his arms.

his hands caught your waist to steady you. your body is pressed against his, it's warm and dizzying but somehow you can't stop giggling in his arms.

ni-ki scoffed after, then smiled as he held you tighter. he asked, "why did you drink?" trying to sound like he was irritated.

you hushed him with a finger to his lips. "shhh. i don't wanna hear your shit."

he sighed, guiding you inside without letting go, walking with you towards the couch where you plopped holding his wrist, just trying and keeping him close.

he put your legs, his favorite legs, on his lap.

you tipped back your head slightly to rest, the tie of the dress slipped off your shoulder, so ni-ki reached out automatically to fix the strap.

"do i look good today?" you asked suddenly.

"…yes," he admitted quietly, "you probably heard that a lot of times today…"

"i did." you smirked, leaning against his arm.

"so why'd you even ask me?" he murmured.

you blinked at him, slow and heavy-lidded. "ju- just to make sure."

just to make sure you actually look good? or just to make sure he knows you look good?

"what if i'm lying?"

"well..." you hummed, smirking, "you're a kid, so-"

"i'm not." he said before pulling you closer. "and fucking stop treating me like one."

"what? now you suddenly wanna be a man or something?" you tilted your head and gave him a naughty smile. you like to tease him even when you're just a bit older than him. "cause you're not-"

he chuckled in disbelief, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before saying, "oh, y/n..." shaking his head, "you know i'll let you check just how big i've gotten,"

he was serious, both of you were just looking into each other's eyes, faces moving closer and closer together, but then his sister suddenly appeared, rubbing her eyes. "what are you guys doing?" she yawned.

you pulled back, making ni-ki roll his eyes in annoyance.

you looked at him for a moment before standing up without a word, and as you walked away, ni-ki straightened up, his eyes following your figure. he tried to call you out, trying to get you to finish what you've started but you just ignored him.

and when you finally acknowledged your feelings for him, he became unstoppable, he did all the things he always wanted, but still remainedーno, he became even more respectful to his sister.

he didn't barge into your conversations anymore, didn't stay when you wanted spend time with her, he gave you space, and let you have your moments without him but when his sister is not around, he would text you:

(•ө•)♡: come here :p

(•ө•)♡: gimme a kiss

(•ө•)♡: please, i miss you

and would pull you into his room just to make out very quick.

"we should really go somewhere just the two of us." he panted.

"do you wanna go to my place or should we book...?"

he kissed you, "okay, let's do both." before letting you go like nothing happened.

and the first and only time you ever fought is when he thought you weren't claiming him.

like that one valentine's day... he went all out and bought you every single gift that girls were gettingーbig flowers, chocolate, jewelry, red dress, bedroom and those fancy bath with rose petals...

he thought you would love it.

and yeah, you didn't post any of it in your stories.

he was watching everyone else's but he couldn't find yours. it's okay not to post him actually, but at least show everyone else that you're also being appreciated by your, according to his words: "secret" boyfriend, so he just sulked.

but then he saw that you have his selfie as your wallpaper, his polaroid picture on the back of your phone case, his small ID picture in your wallet and on the back of your school/work id... it made him stop moping...

"daisuki."

ni-ki's eyes widened slightly for a while, then smiled slightly as he wrapped his arm on you. he kept hugging you like a baby, burying his face on your neck. "can you say it one more time?"

"riki, daisuki," you smiled. "i said it correctly, right?"

he pressed his lips together in an effort to contain his grin because you said it so cutely that his heart started aching. "yes..." he nodded, "daisuki."

you both kept saying it back and forth with your voices getting softer and softer. giggles slipped in between, until you finally burst into laughter, all while leaning into each other.

he's so naturally funny, he would open those hard-closed lids for you because he's strong, send you songs and you'll create playlists, just listening to all of what he likes/recommended only...

you rested your chin on his shoulder, ni-ki grabbed your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours before wrapping them snugly around himself.

then you decided to bring ni-ki along to one of your family gatherings.

they whispered among themselves, their eyes kept darting between you and him like you're their newfound curiosity as you walked with each other. his sharp features and towering height made everyone murmur in surprise. "such a fine young man." they said as they swarmed him, asking questions, and forgot you're their actual kin.

so you left him there, sorry, rikiーjust for a breather.

you wandered inside the house, searching for somewhere quiet. you spotted your favorite baby nephew sitting on the couch, watching kids show. he's so cute so you wasted no time pulling him into a hug. "you missed me?"

but ni-ki found you right away and sat next to you too. "yo," he greeted, grabbed your nephew's attention with a soft smile.

the kid's face lit up after seeing a very cool uncle.

he was giggling then started rambling, telling ni-ki all about his school, his favorite cartoons, and the "secret" adventure he and his friends had.

your boyfriend listened and nodded attentively. he actually loves kids, maybe a little bit more than you do.

you pouted unintentionally and held ni-ki's arm.

so you were met with a coldest stare out of nowhere, you blinked, confused. "oh? what's wrong?"

your nephew's face scrunched up, ni-ki playfully glared at you too like, why are you teasing him? tapping on your thigh lightly.

you didn't backed down, "but he is mine!" you continued, he raised a tiny fist and threatened to swing at you so you tugged your boyfriend's arm again, dramatically bickering with the kid, "go find someone else!"

you argued with your nephew while ni-ki watched and laughed, completely adoring his girl—maybe, just maybe even wondering what his own would look like one day.

in the end, you sighed, holding your hands up in surrender. "okay, okay. i'm sorry, bro. my bad."

the little guy gave you one last suspicious look before accepting your apology.

you moved behind your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cuddled into his back. your nephew went back into his arms too, continuing his story as if nothing happened.

you buried your face in ni-ki's shoulder and whispered, "me next, okay?"

"love you."

more notes : can't believe i just made a part two of my favorite fluff, snitch [here] song is still replay - shinee ^^

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[librarygarten]

#1 Chain x Space Orc! Human! Reader - Body Swap

I've seen some body swaps floating around, but I think it would be funny if reader was also a Space Orc Human :] Part 1 includes Sky, Four, and Time Part 1 (you are here) ✿ Part 2 ✿ Part 3

Duck. Dodge. Punch. Repeat.

The wizzrobe before you was growing incredibly frustrated. Most of its spells seemed to simply glance off of you with no effect. Others simply stung, leaving angry red marks where they touched your skin. You socking it in the face repeatedly probably just upset it further.

You were different from your traveling companions. Your ears were round. You had never wielded a sword. Magic seemed to have no effect on you. Oh, and you could bench press a Lynel without breaking a sweat.

Link swung his sword, slashing at the wizzrobe’s back. The thing cried out, flying up toward the ceiling of the room.

How had it gotten like this? The chain had entered the dungeon together, but now it was only you and Link. You hadn’t even seen them leave. You had been talking with Link, and when you turned around, the rest of the chain was simply. Gone.

The wizzrobe muttered something to itself in its strange language. It held its hands in front of itself, and you realized, perhaps too late, that it was chanting something. An orb of dark energy appeared between its palms. You didn’t even have time to think when it flung the spell at Link. You just knew whatever it was would be bad news if it hit him. You sprinted towards him, trying to get between him and the spell. Unfortunately, you were just a bit too slow. The energy hit your back, but you weren’t able to shield Link completely. You aren’t sure where it hit him, but right now it felt like your bones were on fire.

You screamed, falling to the floor. Behind you, the wizzrobe snickered, and you heard the damned thing teleport away. Great. Groaning, you got up. You muscles screamed at you in protest, demanding a break you couldn’t give them yet.

“Ugh, stupid wizzrobe,” you sigh before deciding to check in on your traveling partner. “You okay?”

Your voice sounded weird. Had your ears popped? Man, that spell had hurt.

Sky

“Um, Y/N?” You hear a voice say. It sounds vaguely familiar, but it definitely wasn’t any of the Links, especially not the one you had been with during the fight. You whip your head towards the speaker, only to be met with your own face.

You look at the thing wearing your face. Generally speaking, things that took your likeness were bad news. You mind races with different possibilities. Shadow clone? Skinwalker? Mirror dimension? You brace for a fight, only to feel an unfamiliar weight in your hand. Strange. You look down, wondering if you had picked something up without noticing.

Was that the freaking Master Sword????

You look at the sword in your hand, then down at your clothes. This is not the outfit you put on this morning, but you recognize it. Green tunic. White cape. You put a hand to your mouth in shock, but then you feel a structure that is very much not your face under your fingertips.

“Sky???” You turn to the thing with your face and it grimaces.

“Present.” He smiles, one of the corners of his (your?) mouth slightly higher than the other. The expression is cuter when it’s on his face, you think.

“What.” You motion at him (you??). He shrugs.

“I have no idea. My best guess is that the wizzrobe swapped us? Like now I’m in your body?” Sky looks down at his new form, turning to examine his new arms. He furrowed his eyebrows and pokes at his bicep. “Wow. I never realized how big your muscles are. I feel like I could pick up Epona, now.”

You feel your new face grow hot at his comment. Oh, but that did remind you.

“Uhh, do you want Fi back?” You hold the sword out to him, only to be shocked by how much effort it takes to hold it up with your arm fully extended. Thankfully, Sky takes it.

“Thanks.” He points to the room’s entrance, currently blocked by the metal bars that had swung into place right after you had entered the room and shortly before the wizzrobe had attacked. “Guess we’re stuck for a while.”

“What do you mean?” You give him a quizzical look. He gives you one back.

“The only door to the room is locked. Normally, it would open when we defeated the monster in the room, but I think it… left?”

“Just bend the bars.” You grin.

“Bend the giant metal bars? With what?” He glances around the room, searching perhaps for a tool you had seen that he hadn’t. The room is empty.

“You’ve got my body now!” You laugh. “If this place was made by anything that lives in Hyrule, Lorule, Termina, etc., it should be a piece of cake! Honestly, all your buildings are so fragile it’s a headache to not ruin stuff when we go into a town.”

“Wait, really?” Sky tilts his head. “You’re that strong?”

“You have seen me punch a hole through a guardian from Wild’s era with my bare hands.” You deadpan. He nods nervously, places the Master Sword in its sheath, and grabs the bars. As expected, the metal bends with almost no effort on Sky’s part. He pauses for a moment, as if shocked by his strength. You skip past him.

“Come on! Let’s go find the others. I bet Rulie can fix this. I do not like being this short.” You smirk.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m above average height for a Hylian! You’re just freakishly tall!” He laughs, following you down the hall.

Four

“Peachy,” someone says. Strange. That voice sounds vaguely familiar, but it certainly wasn’t Four’s. You look up, only to be inches away from your own face. Both you and the… other you? yelp, jumping backwards. You land less than gracefully on your butt.

“Ow,” you groan, rubbing your tailbone. Weird. Since when did hitting the ground hurt so much?

“Who are you?” The other you stares at you, eyes wide.

“Me? You’re the one wearing my face! Who the heck are you?” You scowl.

“I didn’t split, did I?” The other you looks confused. “No, can’t be. The Four Sword is right-” They reach up, as if to grab a sword from their back. But you’ve never worn a sword on your back, and whatever the thing was had copied your entire outfit, including your lack of a weapon. The other you curses, turning to look behind itself. Looking for something?

You decide it doesn’t matter. Now’s your chance to overpower it. If it’s just an illusion, it should be easy to grapple the thing and force it to tell you where the heck Four and the wizzrobe went. If it’s a perfect copy, it might be a bit harder, but that’s a future you problem.

“What did you do with Four you weird Skinwalker wannabe!” You cry, flinging yourself at the other you. Then you feel yourself hitting the wall. What?

Your head spins as you slide to the floor, struggling to take air into your lungs. You see the other you, a shocked expression on its face. One of its arms was raised. It must have thrown you off as soon as it felt you grab it. So it had copied your strength. Great.

“Wait… Y/N???” The other you’s mouth hangs open. It slowly approaches, and you pull yourself to your feet. You’re barely taller than its waist. Oh. Oh no.

“Four???” You need to crane your neck to look at his (your?) face. You quickly decide that being short is horrible and you would like to go back to being at least a head taller than everyone else in Hyrule. Even if you kept bruising your forehead on low doorways.

“Oh, thank Hylia.” He laughs, swiping the hair away from his face. “For a second I thought there was another me again.”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” You cross your arms.

“Long story.” He smiles.

“Don’t tell me you have an evil clone of yourself, too.” You groan. “Time’s is bad enough. I don’t want to deal with two.”

“Oh, no. Well, not any more, I don’t think.” He looks at the ground. “Although I do wonder where he’s gone, given the situation.”

You look at the ground he’s staring at. Nothing particularly interesting, just stones. The torch behind you makes your shadow stretch across the floor. Before you can ask what he’s even talking about, your shadow waves.

“What the heck!?” You jump back, as if that would separate you from your own shadow.

“Huh. I guess he’s your problem now.” Four chuckles. Your shadow makes a rude gesture. Four makes one back.

“Please tell me I’m hallucinating.” You sigh. Was his shadow alive? How was that even possible? You missed home, where magic was confined to books and movies and shadows obeyed the laws of physics. “This is some Peter Pan type BS, right here.”

“It’ll be fine.” Four waves his hand, shooing away your comment like a bothersome fly. “I’m sure this is temporary.”

“Fine.” You nod at the shadow. “Nice to meet you, I guess. I would have introduced myself earlier if Four had told me you existed.” You shoot the Hylian in question a scolding look.

“Sorry. There was just never a good time to bring it up.” He winces. Outside of the room, down the hallway, you hear the unmistakable sound of wizzrobe laughter. If you kill that stupid thing, maybe the spell will reverse.

“We can talk about this after I get my body back.” You motion towards the laughter. “Let’s go. Being short sucks.”

“Hey!”

Time

“I’m alright.” You hear a voice say. It’s not Time’s, but you’re so disoriented you can’t seem to care. Your head is swimming and your vision seems funny. Not blurry. Just… off.  Like a part is missing. You reach up, touching your face, and freeze.

One of your eyes is closed, and you can feel the ridges of an old scar tracing over your eyelid and down your cheek. It’s not your face, but you know exactly who it does belong to. You look up, only to see your own face staring back.

“Great.” You groan, picking yourself up off the ground and dusting off your legs. The armor you're wearing clinks against itself quietly, the weight unfamiliar on your shoulders. “Just great.”

“What am I looking at?” Time asks with your voice. You cringe.

“We got swapped.” You hold out your hand to help him off the floor. He takes it. His grip is crushing, and you pull away, causing him to fall back down. “Ack! Dude, watch the hand!”

“Sorry. I’m not used to… this.” He trails off as he watches you pry the now very bent metal piece off of the glove on your hand.

“It’s fine.” You lie. Your hand throbs, and there’s a non-zero chance that he just broke one of your (his?) bones. “Just be careful, okay? You Hylians are kind of delicate.” You hold out your other hand.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He raises an eyebrow, but gingerly grabs your hand and hoists himself to his feet.

“I have picked all nine of you up, at once, on more than one occasion. You guys are light and I’m strong,” you remind him. “You do realize I need to be careful not to break, like, all of the bones in your body, right?”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” He frowns and looks down at his new body. “It does feel like I’m wearing multiple power bracelets.”

“That’s not even the worst part about being human.” You chuckle. “Wait til you realize you can’t eat half the food Wild makes now.”

“Wait, really?” Time looks utterly perplexed. “I had no idea! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I needed to give you more gray hairs.” You pick up a chunk of bangs to illustrate your point. “It’s fine.”

“We will be discussing this later.” He sighs, massaging his temples. Somehow, he makes even your voice sound like a tired dad’s. “One thing at a time, though. Let’s see if we can find that wizzrobe and reverse this. Or at least get out and consult the traveler on this magic.”

Suddenly, a horrible idea pops into your head.

“Orrrr…”

“Or what?” He raises an eyebrow.

“How long do you think it would take them to notice we swapped?” You watch the gears turn in Time’s head as he thinks about your idea. You’re half worried he’s about to scold you, but then a downright evil grin graces his face.

“I bet we could get away with it for a few hours, at least.”

[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀FRESH LOVIN' w/ CHRIS.

NOTES .ᐣ ana writing chris ????? its a literal miracle..... yeah hes been lookin a little too good lately... also ive been thinking of this for weeks now so uhh yeah !

WARNINGS .ᐣ p in v. uhhh dirty talk. afab!reader. no protection 🙀. im not great at writing chris i dont think... better at writin matt but i tried.

IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS AROUSING AS IT WAS to see you wearing his merch. chris gives you the pieces you like for free anyway, you're his girlfriend—half of the time you help with the designing process anyway. so he's used to seeing you in.. well, his brand. the sight of 'fresh love' written across your chest is nice, he likes it a lot, but he's used to seeing it when you're with him. you'd told him plenty of times that the hoodies and shirts are super comfortable, so you wore them often.

so that is exactly why he was so confused as to why the sight of you modelling his merch made his dick as hard as it did. it wasn't.. that different. was it? he doesn't get it. maybe it's the professionalism of the photos, or just how official it all is. that's his girlfriend wearing his brand. no one else's—just his. a funny feeling fizzes in his abdomen, a warm feeling flooding his chest. both of those things at the instance he sees your pretty body wearing something he created.

his baby wearing his baby—that kind of thing. its corny, sure, but still. it made his head all murky and fuzzy, and his jeans tighten around him so uncomfortably it was impossible to ignore it. being at the photoshoot was a fucking nightmare, let alone seeing the photos all over instagram. people loved the photos, of course they did, you looked really good in them, and yeah, he loved them a lot too. which was why it was agony going on any social to find the exact thing that gives him a raging hard-on.

it was merely a coincidence that you'd walked in wearing merely a fresh love shirt and not much else. he lets out a low groan at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip for a moment with his eyes raking up and down your figure. matt and nick weren't in, the entire reason you were wearing so little, so.. it wouldn't be completely wrong of him to have you bent over the couch due to your little get up, right? he's hoping so, since that's the only thing clouding his brain right now.

"actin' like you're not just as bad as me," he mutters, scoffing in return as you'd done previously. "actin' like your panties ain't soaked."

"you're starin'," he glances up at your words, his blue eyes wide and surprised for a moment before a smirk flits at his plush lips. yeah, of course he's staring. your nipples are hard beneath the cotton of the shirt, poking out a little and drawing his attention directly to them. soon, his eyes drop down to the curve of your ass beneath your underwear. slowly, he slides his hand down to adjust himself over his sweats with a quiet grunt.

"can you blame a guy?" chris murmurs, biting his tongue for a minute before he looks you up and down. "bein' such a fuckin' tease walkin' 'round like that," you scoff at his words, a soft smile playing on your own lips. a tilt of your head, and you're looking him up and down too. he looks good, he always does, but he does look really good. folding your arms beneath your chest, you lean against the kitchen island. "we both know you're soaked, baby." his words are practically a growl.

"you ain't got any proof," you grumble, feeling a surge of heat pool between your legs despite your own words. he wasn't wrong, you know, and he knows that too. all you wanted was to make something to eat, albeit wearing the least amount of clothing possible, but sure.

his smirk widens, "no? do you want me to check?" he knows you're wet, he can see it. from the way your thighs press together and how you're a little stiff whilst wandering around. all tell tale signs that you're just as horny as he is. "you're drippin', baby. don't even try to pretend with me," chris is quiet for a moment, before he pushes up off of the couch slowly. his eyes rake over your frame, and it only makes you feel more flustered in a way.

"don't gotta check 'cause i ain't wet," you mumble immediately, your skin warming up. you're lying through your teeth right now, and chris knows it. he knows you better than literally anyone, even if you don't want to admit it. trying to focus your mind on anything other than well, that, you turn away to open up the fridge and get something to eat. chris is making his way over, eventually standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

chris chuckles quietly, a low and rich sound. wandering a little closer to you, he stops right behind you with a click of his tongue. you shiver almost immediately when his hand slides over your side, skimming towards the swell of your chest. "liar," he murmurs, letting his nose trail along the skin of your neck lazily as he draws you a little closer to him. "you're always drenched for me, just as much of a mess as i am."

your eyes flutter over to him for a second before you swallow hard, "ain't a liar," you insist, head tilting to the side a little bit at the feel of his head by the crook of your neck. but back to the food, you tried to will yourself, as you bent over to grab a cutting board from a lower drawer. "yeah, can feel you pokin' my thigh with that ragin' hard-on of yours." chris scoffs at that, corners of his lips flitting up at the corners in a lazy smirk.

"s'not exactly a trade secret, is it?" chris mumbles with soft amusement, leaving gentle, warm kisses over the skin of your neck. his hands roaming gently over you doesn't stop him from pulling you back into him. he presses up against you as you're bent over, slowly rocking his hips up against you with a small, strained noise escaping him.

"you feel what you do to me, princess?" was pretty hard not to.

a soft gasp followed by a soft moan escapes you, "chris—" and you grasp at the drawer to keep yourself steady. a shaky breath slips past your lips and you feel it soon hitch in your throat. "don't," in the kitchen? matt and nick could walk in at any moment, you knew, but chris seemed like he didn't care at all, actually.

"don't what, baby?" he coos, taking a breath as he slowly alides his hands down to your hips. at the same time, his own hips grind enticingly into your ass, his aching erection pushing up against you. he needed you so bad. there, in the middle of the kitchen, he shamelessly grinds up against you. "don't what? don't touch you, don't make you feel good, don't love you?"

you let out this pretty moan, folding your arms beneath you to lean up against the counter. "no, no, no—mmh," you wanted him to keep going, you knew he'd make you feel good, he always did. made it his mission, actually. chris grind at your words, head tilting to the side a little bit now. "keep goin', please," well, you don't have to ask him twice, he'd do anything you asked of him.

"mhm.." chris hums quietly, considering whether he should take off the shirt so he can get his hands all over you before he decides not to. the shirt's the appeal, seeing you wearing something he made. fucking you in something he made. "keepin' this on," he adds, letting you know what was going on in his head.

as much as he'd usually keep you waiting, he was far too pent up to do so now. he lets go of your hips momentarily, his free hand moving to his sweats already hanging low on his hips to push them down a little bit to free his cock. a groan escapes him at being exposed, and he shuts his eyes for a minute when he wraps his hand around at the base and gives himself a languid stroke. he could get off right here at the sight of your ass clad in pretty panties pushed up against him like that, but the warmth of your cunt was a safety he couldn't deny.

"probably soaked all the way through these panties of yours, huh?" at the sound you let out, he smiles a little more, his hand slipping inside your panties almost immediately to test his theory. his fingers slowly start to brush against your clit, feeling how slick you are from just his words alone. "told you," you're sopping wet, and he loves it. his head tilts to the side a little, and he applies a little more pressure before gliding his fingers through your slick folds. biting his bottom lip at your sounds, he groans.

"chris, shit," you mewl softly, hips slowly bucking up towards his fingers as he pushed them up against you. he lets his thumb brush against your entrance, gliding over it easily before he glances back over at you. "that's it, let me feel you," for a few long moments, he makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves before his impatience gets the best of him. "feels so good—"

"i know, mmh, gotta feel you, baby," he tells you, tugging down your panties in a swift movement. you gasp quietly at the cold air hitting against your warm folds, and secondly at the feel of his cock pushing against your entrance. he's gentle, always is, his free hand moving to hold you steady at your hip. "you alright?"

you swallow hard, trying to figure out a way to say it without sounding desperate as all hell. "uh, yeah, yeah," you nod, shifting your hips back against him to feel him properly. a laugh escapes chris, and he hums, slowly easing himself inside you with a little buck of his hips. his hand moves to join his other one at your hips and he groans gutterly, eyes squeezing shut. "so fuckin' tight, baby."

"holy shit," you're clenching on him like a damn vice already, a moan escaping you as well in a similar fashion to chris'. he takes his time with it, lifting his hand from your hip to place it on the kitchen counter and grasp at it to keep him steady. he soon enough buries inside you to the hilt, hands roaming over your hips and ass, occasionally squeezing as he looks you up and down.

"such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" slowly, he shifts his hips back so just his throbbing tip is inside you, before he snaps his hips forward again so he's back to where he was moments prior. the sounds you let out practically have him coming right there, but he's got enough restraint to hold on for maybe a few minutes more. "lettin' me fuck you in the kitchen against the counter, knowin' anyone could walk in."

his words barely register to you with how he thrusts in and out of you, practically molding your insides to fit him, taking him so good like you do every damn time. "chris, mmh—! feels so.. ah, shit—!" your tits bounce beneath the fresh love shirt, drawing his eyes there almost immediately. he moves his free hand to cup your chest, thumbs circling over your hardened nipples and pinching momentarily.

"can't even think straight, can you? too busy thinkin' 'bout my cock, mmh.. i know it feels good, baby, feels right," chris keeps up the pace of his thrusts, practically pounding you up against the counter. "feels so, fuckin', good," he punctuates each of his words with a sharp buck of his hips, but making sure that you didn't hurt yourself in any way and holding you up.

"can't.. think straight," you agree breathily, practically panting with every push of his hips and feel of your pussy tightening around him. you shut your eyes, lashes fluttering as you practically squeal around him. "can't think straight, that's right. just focused on makin' a mess on my cock," and making a mess you were, feeling that burst of pleasure as he brought you over the edge.

soon, he got there too, the movements of his hips stuttering as he let out out a low sound, finally coming to a stop once he'd stuffed you full of his cum. "did so good for me," he murmurs. eyes darting up to yours when he managed to coax your eyes open with his hand. "did perfect.."

"yeah?" you ask, voice all airy and breathless. you feel so warm and fuzzy, a bliss washing over you. with a soft sound, you relax against the counter with his help and the feel of him easing out of you. his eyes dart down to his release leaking out of your hole, and he hums quietly, letting his hand trail back down and circle his thumb around the mess he'd made for a moment.

"and i thought you were hungry, baby."

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[sunny-knight]

I know this isn’t canon in undertale or this au, but just imagining Papyrus knowing about resets to an extent because part of him was split across time and space, and he just hides that from everyone so he can be “everyone’s good old innocent Papyrus with 0 problems” is such a fun idea to me.

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS THOUGH- BECAUSE WHAT IF IT WAS CANON???

Excuse me while I use this to make an analysis of Papyrus’ character- i didn’t choose this life. This happened to me.

PAPYRUS AND RESETS.

The main question I ask on the debate of if Papyrus is aware of resets or not, is…if Papyrus, as we know him…doesn’t know about resets…Then would learning about that…change ANYTHING about the way he is now?

The most obvious trait of Papyrus is that he’s INCREDIBLY optimistic. He’s one to go in with his head held high, and keep it raised for basically his entire life. Everything he does is incredibly light hearted, and this leads to a lot of accidental flanderization and misremembering of his character. But to get more into that, I wanna address how Papyrus and Sans contrast and are foils to one another. They are complete polar opposites…and yet… SO alike. In their little bits they do in the Snowdin Forest puzzles, Sans doesn’t take anything seriously, while Papyrus takes EVERYTHING seriously, but in the end it’s all light hearted. I know some of that comes from just the games general tone, but I like to think some of it is part of their genuine character.

Analyzing characters in Undertale can sometimes be a tad frustrating in that way, since its hard to tell which jokes have meaning and which jokes are just jokes.

But back to my original point, Papyrus sometimes gets very mad, sometimes very confused, but seems to either flip on a switch with anger, or just roll with confusion, as seen with Papyrus being “mad” at Sans, or confused at what Undyne is saying on certain phone calls. He’s just naturally a very happy person.

Thats where the common trope of Papyrus lying about everything and actually being a completely different person from whats shown in the game comes in. I think thats inherently a tad silly, since “I lied.” is a bit of a lazy twist. THATS NOT TO SAY HES NOT DEFINITELY GOT SOME WEIRD SUSPICIOUS THINGS ABOUT HIM Its just to throw all of his actions in the game out the window in favor of “he was acting” “he was lying” is not how I like to analyze him (but if you do, more power to ya :D) (Some also argue that Sans is just like that, but I disagree since in the geno route when its properly revealed just how much he knows about resets, it completely makes sense and is more like an answer to a question we had for the longest time. WHAT does he know?? cause he clearly knows something. Additionally, in that fight, Sans doesn’t at all come across as a completely different person, its more like we’re getting to know him better. See a side that he’s buried for the longest time since he never thought it would come to this. Or at least hopes to god it wouldn’t)

Papyrus’ optimism/pacifism both comes across as naive, and extremely admirable. It takes different forms in different settings and perspectives, Flowey dismisses it as stupid, but thats because he’s Flowey- Sans genuinely admires it for several reasons which ill get into later! And Undyne…uhh…honestly i cant tell how she feels about that, just that she cares an awful lot about him and thinks itll get him killed one day (*cries vehemently*)

But my main point here is in the usual game/pacifist route, its very clearly established that Papyrus has a heart of gold and sometimes that can get exploited on how he is the one constant moving factor to help the route actually happen in helping Flowey set everything up. It’s lowkey giving foreshadowing on how he may be the knight in deltarune because of- OKAY OKAY- PUT DOWN THE GUN

Getting exploited is one of the downsides we see in the pacifist route, but in the geno, we get a VERY clear look into how far he is willing to take his faith in others. His willingness to see good in people is tested, and its established he doesn’t have a single distrustful bone in his body, always believing in people to change. It’s never “too late”. Even after you kill him too

This is HOW Papyrus would know about resets comes in

The King Papyrus ending is a moment in the game that I have many opinions on that disagree with a LOT with a big portion of the fandom (at least last time I checked)

Papyrus not being told about his friend's death, leads to 2 big assumptions about his GENERAL CHARACTER THAT I DISAGREE WITH. Sans lies to Papyrus on a daily basis, and Papyrus doesnt understand what death is. These are things that work in to fit every day life, and are proven by happening WHEN ALL OF HIS FRIENDS ARE DEAD 😭

I feel these are more a result of Papyrus’ unwavering trust, which can be certainly admired in a lot of ways, but of course, used, too. Even if people agree with me on that unwavering trust part, people still use that as ammunition for Sans lying to him being an often occurrence. But- Sans… right now- is being put in a REALLY bad spot. Telling his brother to his face that all his friends are dead isn't something I think anyone wants to do. So, him lying to Papyrus isn’t exactly proof that he thinks little of him in any way, it's more his desire to protect a person he loves from knowing a horrible truth, and having the opportunity to do so on a silver fukn platter. But even then it feels like Papyrus still knows…he’d just rather accept whatever Sans tells him. Thats Papyrus’ ONE AND ONLY FLAW

Papyrus also seems like he naturally thinks very black and white? and by black and white I mean only white.

The common consensus on his character is he only SEES good, but just like the assumption of how things work in daily life being attached to how these characters act when someone comes down and kills all their loved ones, I think thats working on a very surface level character-moral-compass. Its not that he only sees the good, its that he believes in the good no matter what. There may be bad, but good can and will, prevail

Papyrus sees and knows that people have the ABILITY to lie, he just also believes they are telling the truth when they say something like “I promise this is 100% true” because he still trusts everyone, and trusts himself to handle whatever happens as a result.

Papyrus sees that the world may never truly have an ending, but he believes that things will turn out eventually.

Papyrus is not stupid, he’s optimistic.

and also autistic

[theres-a-body-here]

Hi could you do Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, lifewaver and Mauga (separately) where they have matching skins with thier s/o

It took some convincing to make these boys match with you, some more than others, but you were determined to be twinsies on the field.

I threw in two extras, as a treat

Cole Cassidy - Sherlock Holmes and Watson

Took little to no convincing to have him match with you, but he was dead set on being Sherlock

This isn't negotiable

Expect to hear everything but your name out there

"Dear boy", "Watson", and "My dear" is all you're gonna be referred as

Cassidy will refuse to respond to you unless you refer to him as "sir" or "boss"

You could take a bullet to the side and he'll be kneeling over you like: "Hmm, yes, that is indeed a nasty wound my boy"

"You're a moron.....Sir" you groan out as he drags you to Mercy

Eventually, you really play into the roll

wrapping your arms around Cassidy from behind as you press your cheek against his

"Do you have a plan, Boss?"

He coughs, being caught off guard

"Yes, my dear Watson...it's uhh....ya know, this" He says as he spins peacemaker in his hands

"World's greatest detective, everyone" You remark sarcastically

Genji Shimada - Kamen Rider

He's actually the one who first asked to match costumes

You both bickered over who to be

Genji insisted you dress as Evolto, but you also wanted to be Kamen

In the end, you both dressed as Kamen

Genji dressed as Kamen Rider Blade

You dressed as Kamen Rider Gaia

You both pose and exclaim with a loud "Henshin!" after every elimination

The others don't really get it

Genji kinda just shuffles over and hugs you, pressing his faceplate into your chest sadly after being called a "Power Ranger" for the 5th time.

You have to stifle your laughter as you comfort him

"It's not the same thing," he whines, voice muffled by your chest

"Yeah buddy, they're completely different franchises," you chuckle out, rubbing his back

Niran "Bua" Pruksamanee - Bee and Flower

Pretty excited to match costumes with you

Niran took a pretty long time to pick which flower to dress as

"Maybe I should stick with Lotus, but...Jasmines..." he mutters as he brings fabrics to his chest, imagining himself as each flower

you sat on his bed wearing a bumblebee suit, watching on as Niran struggled to make a decision

He settles on fuchsia, bright purples and trailing fabric

Costume is so extravagant that you look comically out of place in your cheap Bee outfit

Niran doesn't mind, in fact, he finds it cute

He especially loves your puns

"Bee mine," you coo as you kiss his cheek

He chuckles as he returns the kiss

Hanzo Shimada - Cupid and Eros

You're gonna have to bust out all your tricks to convince this man to wear something so, in his words, undignified

What ever you do to get him into the cupid costume, expect complaints

"This is....embarassing," he mutters begrudgingly as he sits on your bed, tugging at his pastel pink wings

The bathroom door opens as you step out in your Eros outfit

"How do I look, Babe?'

Hanzo's face immediately erupts into a blazing red

"Wh-What are you wearing?" he exclaims as he adverts his gaze, looking at anywhere but you

Your outfit is... minimal to say the least

Wings, red sash, sandals, bow, and a thin loincloth. That's literally it

Besides that? Nearly all of your skin was on display

"Aww, you don't like it?" you tease as you walk closer to Hanzo

You straddle his lap, feeling him stiffen under you

You cup his face while you rub his cheeks with your thumbs

"I'm just teasing you. I have a much more modest outfit ready

Hanzo lets out a sigh as he looks at you

You lean in closer, ghosting your lips over his ear

"This one is for tonight" you whisper

Hanzo swears you'll be the end of him one day

Maugaloa Malosi - Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō

You brought up the idea of matching costumes and he instantly had a mischievous look in his eyes

He agreed on the condition that he chooses the theme

He dressed as Māui and he helped make a costume for you

You recognized Māui from a movie, but you had no idea who Hine-nui-te-pō was

"Don't worry about it" he assured you with a chuckle

You two had a blast on the battlefield with your matching costumes

Although, you couldn't help but think something was up every time Mauga glanced at you

He'd smirk and throw you a wink

But this was Mauga, so it didn't really set off a red flag

Its not until the end of the battle where a talon grunt said something

"What he'd do to convince you to dress like that?"

You looked confused. The grunt explained she was from New Zealand.

She told you the story of Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō

Your face went from shock, embarrassment, to rage

You stomped your way to Mauga, who wore a shit-eating grin

You stood in front of him as your swung your hands to slap him

But you're too short

"God dammit! Lean over, asshole!" you cry as you jump at him Mauga breaks into a fit of laughter as he picks you up and swings you around

Jamison Fawkes - Yoshikage Kira and Killer Queen

Surprisingly, Junkrat was pretty hesitant to match costumes

He was worried changing clothes would include bathing

He likes his soot and burns thank you very much

"I have an aesthetic to maintain, mate"

But you knew how to break him

The moment the words "turns anything into a bomb" left your lips, he was instantly on board

Obviously he was gonna be the explosion cat

But since this was Junkrat, you had to approve his costume beforehand

You deadass had to explain to him why entering a bathtub of alcohol and pink sharpie markers to color his skin was a terrible idea

"But the damn cat's pink isn't it?" He asks, dumbfounded that you had a problem with his genius idea

"We'll use facepaint, babe"

You show off your costumes to the rest

Jamie wearing cat ears, Pink face paint, and leather gloves

You wearing a suit, dyed your hair blond, and severed mannequin hand in your pocket

After an ultimate that wiped out a good number of the enemy team, Junkrat clears his throat to speak

"Watashi no na wa "Kira yoshikage" nenrei 33-sai jitaku wa moriōchō hokutō-bu no bessō chitai ni ari ..."

The rest of you kinda stood around staring at him shocked

"I didn't know Mr. Fawkes knew japanese," Mei comments to you in a hushed voice, not wanting to interrupt Junkrat

You and Roadhog kinda look at each other

"He doesn't" you both say in unison

Reinhardt Wilhelm - Knight and Squire

A Knight and his squire? Count him in!

To be honest, you being his squire is somewhat of a fantasy he has, so Reinhardt was pretty excited to match costumes with you

You let him have a major say in your outfit since it was apparent this was big for him

He picked out colors of the old Crusade; Muted browns, greens and vibrant golds

Reinhardt wore his Balderich outfit

He fumbled to find a camera to capture the moment

Before you two left to meet up with the others for training drills, Reinhardt stopped you

"Y/N...can you...do something for me?" He asks nervously, voice almost a whisper

"Yeah sure, what's up big guy?"

"Can you bring me my hammer?" he finally responds after a while

You shrug and walk over to grab the massive weapon, bringing it over with a bit of strain

You had an idea of why he asked you to do this

You knelt on one knee and raised the hammer with both hands

"Your hammer, Sir Wilhelm"

Reinhardt's hands clench into a fists, the fabric of the gloves making a creaking sound from the pressure

He pushes the hammer aside and pulls you in for a bone crushing bear hug

"You've made this old dog happy, Y/N" he mutters as he nuzzles his face into your neck

"Yeah, sure, no problem" you strain out as you see spots on your vision

Reinhardt drops you immediately

"Sorry..." he mutters as he pats your shoulder

[dualumina]

After having taken 2 years of game design, it is GUARANTEED that IF a GW3 game would be another MMO, it'll be years and YEARS of time before it reaches public hands. Go check out a dozen YouTube videos about failed games by small studios and you'll see why these things take boatloads of time and so much money to get off the ground.

Game series' like pokemon have given off the impression that game development is a fast process. IT. IS. NOT. It is only fast if you are reusing previous assets (which pokemon has done) and even that isn't so simple as dragging a file into unity and calling it a day.

GW2 has a lot of assets that can be reused. This is true. But a lot of the more up to date assets had to be structured to work with old code. It is not a simple process to update something for modern code. Half the process of coding a video game is figuring out why your code isn't working. It's like following a recipe for cake and you end up with burnt flour, and it turns out there was an extra semicolon that screwed the whole thing up.

Think of all the times mild bugs have happened while using any kind of program. Now consider the fact that GW2 is running 24/7, for thousands or more players. Have you ever had to restart your computer because it was acting weird? Yeah you can't do that so easily if there's like 30 thousand people playing your game, and they're also the ones paying for your salary, and all the equipment used to run a program that's used by hundreds of people at a single time.

Now imagine the shear risk it would take to make something like that completely new. It would take hundreds of hours and so much money just to make it usable, and if people decide that this new game isn't cutting it? All that money is gone. Remember what happened to No Man's Sky? It was a disappointment to so many at first, but with time it got updated and people started actually liking it. Each update cost time and money, and it could have ended with the developers declaring bankruptcy if that gamble to make further updates didn't pay off.

You think most companies are going to risk doing something like that? Toss more money into a sinking ship and hope it floats?

No, not unless they have so much money to burn and know they have a good enough game to fall back on if things go horribly. Or someone in the higher ups is in over their heads.

If anything, GW3 could be a single player campaign, or structured similar to other games like Monster Hunter where you can form a party and take down a big monster in a private instance. This is much, much safer than recreating GW2 but with prettier graphics. And given the fact that GW1 is STILL running to this day, it's very clear Anet values preceding games, and better yet they want your progress in previous games to be carried over to newer games.

GW2 isn't getting abandoned anytime soon.

the gw3 concept hasnt even been greenlit yet calm your horses

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Febuwhump Day 14: Becoming the Monster

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

a/n3: listen I like Lando but I needed a villian here

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y/n_gossip: it seems like little Lando Norris might be thinking of a matador career — he keeps tempting the bulls! After a few close calls with Verstappen, Norris and L/N collided resulting in a DNF for our girl with some pretty harsh words coming from both of their radios afterwards.

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user1: this is what racing is!

↳user2: I know — I was on the edge of my seat…

user3: pretty harsh?? Girl sounded like she was gonna run him down on foot and take him out

↳user4: lol did you see the rb team after she got back to the garage?

↳user5: they literally just picked her up and moved her away from the reporters 😂😂

user6: oh the post race interviews are gonna slap

↳user7: I can’t wait!

user8: that’s so completely unfair! y/n was ahead at the apex — Lando should have given it away, not crashed into her

↳user9: seriously?? Where on earth did you get that information??

↳user8: uhh by watching the screen??

user10: oh shit….

↳user11: Lando’s post interview??

↳user10: how dare he say something like that???

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interviewer: and what are your thoughts on y/n and your collision today?

Lando: obviously not ideal. You know you never want to be in a collision- especially when it’s not your fault. Y/N…she should spend less time with Max, don’t need her becoming another monster, ya know…

f1gossip: what an interview! During his post race interview for Austria 2024, where he was forced to dnf after two different collisions with both Redbulls, Norris didn’t hold back his thoughts. During this brief moment, he talked about the close friendship between this year’s Redbull drivers — saying that y/n (a rookie) should take a step back from her more senior teammate because no one “[needed] her becoming another monster,”. He also went on to say that he was losing respect for Verstappen and the way he raced.

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user12: did he really just fucking say that?

↳user13: oh my god he did

↳user14: it’s even worse when you actually watch it because you can just barely see max next to him — when Norris said this, both max and the interviewer froze

↳user13: i mean i would too. That’s a really harsh thing to say about someone

user15: people want cunty f1 back again but can’t handle this little spat??

↳user16: cunty? Yes. Whatever this was? Absolutely not

user17: he’s just salty she’s better then him

↳user18: how do you figure that??

↳user17: she literally won her very first f1 race? He’s been racing for years and only just won his first this year

↳user18: it doesn’t count really. Everyone knows that redbull cheats

↳user17: oh my god just shut up

user20: i feel bad for y/n…it really wasn’t her fault nor did it affect lando too much but he’s (someone she’s said she looks up too before) putting her on blast with some pretty harsh words…

↳user21: she looks up to him??

↳user20: yeah! She’s said multiple times that she really admires how open he is talking about his mental health and that she really wanted to emulate him

↳user21: oh ouch…then today and that interview has got to hurt…

user22: anyone else interested in what she’s gonna do to retaliate?

↳user23: 🙋🏾‍♀️🙋🏾‍♀️

Private Messages, Max and y/n

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Trouble in Paradise

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Avenger!Fem!Reader, Joaquin Torres x Platonic!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Reader

Summary: MAJOR THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS!!! PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!!!

You and Sam react to the news that Bucky has joined the New Avengers. Aka you try to console him and understand both of their feelings about the situation.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Found Family, Best friend!Bucky, Mentions of Mental Illnesses like Depression, Teasing, the girls are fighting 💔 (only for a bit!), We love Sam Wilson in this house. No hate will be tolerated against him because I don’t think he did anything wrong!, Joaquin being supportive cutie, that’s all I think! Sorry for any mistakes!

AN: i hope u all like this and sorry for the length! please like and reblog, I love to read your thoughts 🥹

“(Name)?”, Joaquin’s nervous voice rang out through the common room of the base as he made his way towards you, a tablet in his hand.

He was still recovering from his injuries, though his burn marks had healed and left behind scars, the broken ribs were troubling him, having to attend physiotherapy every week for that. But that also means that Sam had benched him and strictly warned him to not do any kind of missions, his suit locked away. This lead to you and Joaquin spending more time together since you had opted for handling the ground controls for now, while Sam was rebuilding the new team. A tentative retirement, if you may.

You looked up from the file you were reading, “Yeah?”

“Uhh…did you see the news today?”, Joaquin asked tentatively.

You furrowed your brows, “Not really, why?”

Joaquin shot you a worried look and wordlessly handed you the tablet. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you surely weren’t expecting the news to say that Bucky had joined a completely new team without consulting Sam before.

“What the hell..”, you murmured in disbelief, scrolling through the article to read that it was a 5 member team, including John Walker, formed by some woman named Valentina and their name was—“New Avengers?!”, you yelled, face twisted with a grimace, startling Joaquin.

“I can’t bel-oh my god. Where’s Sam right now?”, you asked Joaquin with urgency, praying that he’s not in the middle of something important.

You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that Bucky actually went behind your backs and joined a whole different team and he didn’t even bother to talk to Sam or you before doing that. Especially when he knew that Sam was making a new team. Especially after that tender moment between them while Joaquin was being operated on. This was ridiculous and you hoped Bucky had an explanation for this because you knew Sam would not take it well.

“I think he’s making his way back, actually”, he informed you promptly. And just as he said that, the doors slid open to Sam entering the room.

You and Joaquin looked at him like deers in headlights. Sam chuckled, “Y’all okay?”

Joaquin glanced at you nervously and Sam noticed it right away.

“What’s going on?”, he straightened up in alarm, fearing the worst.

You got up from your seat and walked over to him, steeling yourself because you knew this was going to break his heart.

“Sam, have you seen the news, at all?”, you asked him nervously, hands fiddling with the tablet.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in concern, extending a hand to hold your elbow gently, “I didn’t get time ‘cause I was in a meeting with Bruce, why, what’s happening?”, he shifted his eyes from you to Joaquin.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Look at this”, you said to him apologetically and handed him the tablet. Sam quickly took the tablet from you and read the news displayed on it.

You saw the way his jaw muscles twitched in irritation and the way his eyebrows caused a dent in between them from how much he was stressing his face. He gripped the tablet tightly and looked up, sucking in a deep breath and closing his eyes. You glanced over at Joaquin, who was just as worried as you, before turning back to lay a hand on Sam’s bicep.

“Sammy”, you whispered and he slowly opened his eyes to look at you. His pretty brown eyes were shining with tears and it made your heart break into a million pieces.

“Why would he do that?”, he asked in a weak tone, his usually cheerful voice sounding small. You frowned and smoothed a hand across his arm, his eye twitching from the effort to control his emotions.

“He knows how difficult it is to ask people to join. Half of them are dead and the rest are off the grid, what the hell am I s’posed to do? And- in the same team as Walker?”, Sam vented to you, his voice wavering.

You let out a sad sigh, “I know, I know. Why don’t you try talking to him?”, you tried to reason with him. Sam pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I don’t- I don’t wanna fight with him. This is-”, he cut himself off with a disbelieving scoff.

“Sam, you should try calling him. Maybe get some clarity on the situation. I don’t think he’s doing it willingly”, Joaquin suggested.

Sam looked at you for reassurance and you nodded your head. He swallowed thickly before sighing and pulling out his phone to call Bucky.

You gestured Sam to sit down on the couch and he reluctantly followed, Joaquin sitting opposite you two on the single seating sofa.

-

Sam’s POV

The phone must’ve rang thrice before Bucky received the call.

“Hey.”

Sam clenched his jaw to dampen the anger and frustration and closed his hands into a fist.

“Bucky, what the hell?”, Sam questioned him right away, voice cracking with emotions.

Bucky sighed on the other end, “Look, man, I-I really can’t help it. I-there’s no other option, okay? I’m stuck in a situation here”, he shamefully confessed.

“Dude, you can’t just excuse that with this half-ass explanation. You knew I was assembling a team myself. The government has been on my ass as well. Also, Valentina and Walker? Are you serious?”, Sam accused him.

“Sam- she’s threatening us. Said she’ll expose and frame us if we try to go against her. She’s got the money and shit. And Walker--He's just a part of it, okay, he works with her. It's out of my control, Sam. I swear, I didn’t do it willingly”, Bucky explained calmly, understanding Sam’s predicament.

Sam pinched his nose, “Do you know how much I’ve been struggling here? How much we’ve been struggling? There’s so many people to recruit, and you knew I was gonna assume that you’d want to be a part of my team. You didn’t even fight back, Buck. I need you here”, he confessed sincerely, Bucky’s side of the line turning silent at that.

Sam noticed yours and Joaquin’s faces twisted in worry—worry for him and Bucky both. The four of you were a family, and it’s been so comfortable between you that this argument because of a stupid formality, was hurting the four of you equally.

“I-I don’t know what to say. I really can’t do anything right now-”

“I’ll help you, man! You think I wouldn’t do this for you? C’mon, Buck, it’s us. You told me I stuck out my neck for you even when everyone was against you, right? I’m ready to do that again. What are you so afraid of?”, Sam stressed, his face crumpling in pain, like this conversation was hurting him.

He felt your hand on his knee, your thumb making soothing motions against his leg. Joaquin leaned forward, elbows on his knees and eyes focused on the coffee table, his whole body tensed.

“Because, it’s not that easy. There’s-there’s a bigger problem at hand. She has experimented on civilians. Only one of them reacted to it, became unstable and dangerous. He’s with us for now, but only because we agreed to make this team. She has every intention to use him as a weapon. If we don’t abide to her rules, she’s gonna throw us under the bus and ruin everyone’s lives by using him”, Bucky finally confessed, his voice tired, “I’m sorry, buddy, I really didn’t wanna do this”, he added in a pained voice.

Sam inhaled and leaned back on the couch, his fingers pressed tightly to his eyes. “Then I’m gonna have to follow the protocol”, he murmured lowly.

Bucky paused, “Protocol?”

You looked at Sam in question. What protocol was he talking about?

“Now that the news has broken out, they’re gonna ask me to sue y’all”, Sam let that sit out, the weight of his words finally dawning on Bucky.

“What? Sam, c’mon, you’re not really suing, are you?”, Bucky asked incredulously.

“Even if I don’t wanna, the government will do it anyways. And Buck, you really think I’m gonna let you be her pawn? We fought for the Avengers to be a separate, free, entity. We’re not doing this again. If anything, this case will free y’all from her conditions and y’all can join in with us”, Sam explained.

“Us?”, Bucky deflected, a slight jealous tone taking over his voice.

“Yeah, me, Joaquin and (Name).”

“(Name)? She’s already joined the team?”, Bucky asked hesitantly, shocked that you agreed to end your mini retirement already and jealous that his other best friend had already picked a side.

Although you and Sam have been dating way before you became friends with Bucky, it didn’t take you time to get along with him. Something about his grumpy nature and dry humour clicked with you and you two became fast friends, siblings almost. He always said you reminded him of his sister Rebecca and that was the first time you ever cried on each other’s shoulders, with Sam having to comfort the two of you at the same time.

Sam had basically adopted Bucky into his family, and you two were really protective over him, wanting to give him a peaceful life. But he was still navigating his autonomy and sometimes he made hasty decisions like this, nervous about his carefully arranged life falling apart because of a mistake, wanting to protect his peace at any cost. It wasn’t his fault, you understood why he did what he did—he was exhausted and frustrated from having to jump from fight to fight. What he did today, he didn’t do it to harm you or Sam. He would die for you two. It’s just how things were now. And you had to remind yourself, and Sam by that extension, that he was just trying to secure his life.

Sam sighed heavily into the phone, “Yes, she is. Anyways, I’m going ahead with the protocol. I need you to trust me on this, will you trust me on this?”

Bucky paused, his heart hammering into his chest. He was so torn--here was his family that had changed him for the better and protected him when nobody did and on one side, was his new ragtag family group of friends, who were just as important to him and he wanted to protect them as well. But he trusted Sam more than anything in this world. So he took in a deep breath and let it out before responding, “Okay”, his hands clenched into fists.

Sam let out a relieved sigh, “Alright. Don’t tell anybody about this yet, okay?”

Bucky hummed. “Can I speak to (Name)?”, he requested in a soft voice.

-

Sam mumbled a ‘yeah’ into the phone and handed it to you, asking Joaquin to join him in the debrief room. Sam squeezed your shoulder before departing, his face displaying the stress he was under.

You put his phone to your ear, “Hello?”

“Hi”, Bucky mumbled grumpily.

“Are you done fighting with your boyfriend?”, you teased him lightly, wanting to lighten his mood.

Bucky groaned, “Shut up. Why didn’t you tell me about you ending your retirement?”

You gaped, “Just like how you didn’t tell me about resigning from your position in the senate and joining a whole new team?”, you threw back at him.

Bucky closed his eyes, he walked right into this one. “Alright, okay, you got me. But, I swear, doll, I didn’t do this willingly. I-”

“Bucky, we know you didn’t do it willingly. The problem is that you didn’t fight against it when you knew how difficult it has been for Sam”, you explained to him calmly.

Bucky ducked his head in shame, “I know, I’m sorry- I don’t know what to do. I just can’t take any risks, doll. She’s a crazy woman with crazy influence, if she hurts any of these people…I feel like I’ll be responsible for it. And she’ll come for you too. I can’t let that happen, I can’t”, he said in a low, pained voice.

Your chest hurt with empathy for him. You realised how unfair it was to blame him either because he just wants to protect everyone as well.

“Buck…I understand. But Sam is hurt, too. It’s been so difficult for him, especially with Joaquin still recovering and with Rhodey off the radar. All of this is on his shoulders and he’s trying his best. He has to research and meet with every single potential hero to join the team. He expected you to be on his side, especially after that conversation you guys had a few months ago. Tell me, how is any of this fair to Sam either?”

Bucky was quiet on the other end, likely contemplating on what to do next. “You’re right. So-So, what now?”

You huffed, “Just follow Sam’s instructions. He’ll get you out of this, I promise. And don’t be upset if he’s a little annoyed with you, it’s been a rough few months.”

Bucky mumbled a sad little ‘Okay’. You knew just how much he hated this separation from the two of you.

“By the way, maybe I should visit you sometime…you know, meet your new family. And being teammates with Walker? You move on so quick, Barnes”, you teased him in a half-serious tone. You still weren't sure how you felt about him teaming up with Walker, but you knew you'd still beat if you met him.

“They’re not my family...Especially that loser”, he grumbled, but deep down he knew he had come to care for these…bolts. (except John)

“We’ll see about that”, you chuckled, “I’m also interested to see what the hell Valentina has done with the tower. I’m not happy about her buying it, at all”, you added, annoyed by the fact that this random woman had bought your house and one of the places that had Tony’s memories in it.

“Yeah, I get that. It’s not that different on the outside but I’m sure you know better”, he consoles you.

You hummed.

“Anyways…I miss you, Buck. And I know Sam does too. There’s wasn't a day in the last few months where he hasn’t talked about you”, you confess somberly. They'd rather die than admit it, but both of them missed each other terribly.

Bucky’s breath hitched, talking to you and Sam made him realise just how much he missed you two.

“Yeah. I know”, he said in a shaky voice, his ‘I know’ was enough to convey just how much he was hurting. “Uh, let me know when you’re visiting. And take care, yeah?”, he added softly.

“Hm, you too Buck. See you soon”, you said your goodbyes and cut the call, making your way back to Sam and Joaquin.

-

Sam was leaning over Joaquin’s shoulder to look at the screen, they were trying to find some more information on Valentina and the OXE group to strengthen their case.

You approached Sam and placed a hand on his back, bringing his attention to you. Sam turned to you and placed a hand on your waist.

“How’d it go?”, he asked you solemnly.

You smoothed a hand across his back, “He’s scared. Wants to protect everyone from Valentina…Sam, I really want you to be careful. She sounds-”

“Power hungry, I know”, Sam agreed with you, his face etched in a permanent frown.

“Baby…you should talk to him. He’s helpless too, you know?”, you tried to reason with him.

Sam let out a sigh and clenched his jaw, still feeling hurt from the shock of this sudden news. You looked at his face and decided to change the topic for now, letting him come to terms with it on his own pace. Choosing to lean your head against his shoulder, you patted Joaquin’s back and asked him about what he found.

“Well, she’s got the money, alright. She bought this big vault in the middle of the Utah desert and she was hiding all the patients and documents there. Complete with world class security. And she was working on this- Sentry project, where she was experimenting on civilians”, he informed you.

“Yeah, Bucky told me the same thing”, Sam announced.

Joaquin nodded, “And out of all the test subjects, there was only one guy who passed the experiment without dying- his name is Robert Reynolds. Apparently he was battling addiction and uh- he’s got some mental illnesses as well. He enrolled in the project because they had promised that the participants will get better..”, he trailed off.

Your brows furrowed in concern and your mouth suddenly felt dry, “So she’s manipulating a victim? That is so fucking gross. Who knows what she’s gonna do with this new team, Sam, we need to get rid of her”, you said in distress.

“And…he’s really unstable, guys. Like, we-need-to-be-scared-of-him-unstable. The serum that she used on him has given him 'the power of a million exploding suns.' He’s basically a god”, Joaquin murmured in disbelief and moved from the screen to show you and Sam a footage of this Robert turning everyone into…shadows? It was horrifying. And it reminded you of a certain human made disaster and that realisation made you freeze.

“Oh my god”, Sam mumbled next to you in shock, his eyes squinted in contemplation.

“We need to handle this before it goes to shit. This is bad. I can’t imagine how she’s treating them if she willingly did this to a victim like Robert", you turned to look at Sam fully. His face was shifting as quickly as his thoughts, trying to find a solution to this.

"I mean, she's not trademarked the name yet. We can totally sue her for copyright. We're already a team and Bruce is gonna contact his cousin and try talking to Thor. If we file it now, then she can't counter sue because the name will belong to us", Sam announced.

You and Joaquin gave him a hopeful smile, happy that he's back in his element.

"Yeah, we're gonna need a lawyer, because with Valentina being the director of the CIA and Ross being in jail...", Joaquin suggested, conveying that Ross being in the Raft made it difficult because his vote and opinion wouldn't be taken into consideration now.

"Yeah, don't worry about that. Try talking to Happy. He's got some contacts", you informed Sam and he nodded before pressing a kiss to your hairline. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, hands caressing his chest soothingly.

"I'm going to visit Bucky tomorrow."

Sam pulled back and stared you in disagreement, "Babe, c'mon-"

You shushed him, "Don't drag me into your silly fights. I'm going to visit my best friend because he needs some support too. You, relax and do your job, Cap", you poked his chest and he huffed before turning his face away. You softened up and grabbed his chin in your hands to make him look at you, his brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Hey, baby. It's gonna be okay, yeah? Don't you worry your pretty head about it", you cradled his cheek in your palm. Sam leaned his head into your palm and nodded reluctantly, not wanting you to go in the lion's den but also worried about Bucky at the same time.

You went on your tip toes to kiss him softly and Sam reciprocated it before Joaquin cleared his throat, a hand covering his eyes.

"Yo, can you two like.. get a room...like, please", he shivered dramatically. You and Sam separated before you smacked Joaquin's arm lightly.

"Stop procrastinating, bird boy."

Sam burst out in a chuckle and Joaquin rubbed his arm.

-

The next morning, you and Sam departed with a lingering hug, him not wanting to leave you but you gave him lots of kisses to make up for it. He still sulked but eventually left for a meeting with Bruce, Happy and Leila to discuss about the case. Joaquin offered to accompany you but you told him not to miss his physiotherapy session for this.

You finally reached the tower, which you learnt was now called the Watchtower, and it looked pretty much the same except for some minor aesthetic changes here and there. The receptionist asked you whom did you want to meet when a voice called out behind you, "(Name)?"

You turned around to see Bucky standing there with his new hairstyle, looking a bit more tired than usual. You looked at him for a moment before walking over and bringing him in for a hug.

"Hey, Buck", you mumbled into his shoulder and he squeezed you before breaking the hug.

"I can't believe you got a blowout", you teased him and he let out a bashful chuckle.

"Yeah, alright. Come on", he walked you to the elevator and you almost shuddered with the nostalgia. You used to frequent this tower with your...almost family and now half of them are gone while you were visiting as a stranger. It hurt.

"You okay?", Bucky asked you in concern, snapping you out of your daze.

"Yeah, just...never realised how much I missed this place", you whispered sadly and he sighed, bringing an arm around your shoulders to gave you a side hug.

You kept nervously fiddling with your hands before the elevator doors opened to the common area of the tower. It wasn't any different, just more flashy than Tony’s taste--the bar area almost identical to Tony's and you almost felt like you were going to see him sitting there with a drink in his hand, probably arguing with Steve over something. Or that you'd see Natasha lounging around on the couch after a mission. It was weird and it made your stomach twist in unease before your eyes fell on a blonde woman who was eating a bowl of something on the couch while watching something on a laptop, and a timid-looking guy in oversized clothes was sitting next to her, reading a book.

Bucky walked you over to the step before clearing his throat and their heads snapped up. Their eyes widened as they landed on you.

"Wait- you-"

"You're that Avenger-"

"What are you doing here-"

Both of them kept talking over the other before Bucky spoke up, "Okay! She's (Name), my friend and, yes, an Avenger. And she's here to visit me."

You gave them a close lipped smile and waved, "Hi."

The blonde haired woman raised an eyebrow, "I'm still surprised you have friends other than Sam Wilson", her thick Russian accent teased Bucky before she addressed you, "Hi, I'm Yelena", she introduced herself.

"I-I'm Bob", the guy next to her shyly introduced himself and waved back. And that's when you looked at him properly and realised that he was Robert Reynolds. You stiffened up and Bucky immediately took notice of that, "What happened", he murmured lowly so that only you could hear him.

You forced a smile on your face, "Can we talk somewhere else?"

Bucky pursed his lips and nodded before taking you to his room. You sat down on his bed while he leaned on his work desk.

"What was that?"

"That was Robert Reynolds", you simply stated and his face shifted in understanding. Of course you guys must have done your research.

"Yeah. He was. How are you?”

You sighed, “Alright. How are you?”

Bucky averted his eyes from your intense stare, “I’m okay”, he mumbled lowly.

“No, you’re not. You two are so stubborn, why don’t you guys just accept that this is hurting you?”, you questioned him sternly, fed up of him and Sam acting like toddlers and beating around the bush.

Bucky huffed out a humourless laugh.

“Buck, he’s doing his best. Trust me, this case will help relieve you from Valentina’s stupid conditions. Sam will do anything to keep you safe. I will do anything to keep you safe. Please, help him out”, you requested him, your voice bordering on desperation.

Bucky just looked at you with his ocean blue irises wide like a puppy.

“He didn’t want this, but he has to. And the stakes are higher- Robert is a dangerous individual if he goes back being who he is and Valentina is on a power trip, she will manipulate you guys. We don’t want that to happen”, you conceded.

Bucky swallowed before speaking up, “I get that. Okay.”

You let out a relieved sigh before quipping, “Can’t promise Walker’s safety though.”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh, his eyes closed and crows-feet deepened.

“I am proud of you, you know that right? That Avenger suit looks amazing on you”, you complimented him and gave him a small smile.

He laughed, “Thank you, doll”, before turning somber again, “I- will he talk to me?”, he asked nervously while referencing to Sam.

Your expression softened, “Give him some time, yeah? He’s been overworked and stressed, attending meetings almost everyday. I’m sure he’ll come around”, you reassured him before quipping, “Can’t stay away from his lover for too long.”

Bucky groaned and threw his head back in exasperation, “Oh, shut up. You’re such a pain in the ass.”

You guffawed and he grumbled. After your laughter died down, you asked him about the team.

“Who even are these people? Just the most rough and ragtag looking group I’ve ever seen”, you asked him curiously.

Bucky scoffed, “Yeah. Well, you know Bob- or Robert”, you nodded, “And you know Walker-”

“Unfortunately”, you butted in.

Bucky scoffed before continuing, “-then there’s another girl- her name is Ava Starr, she’s been in some trouble with Scott and Hank Pym”, your eyebrows raised in interest.

“Then there’s Alexei or Red Guardian, he’s like the Russian version of Steve”, Bucky grumbled and you scoffed, “Wow, I need to meet him.”

“Trust me, you don’t”, Bucky replied in boredom.

“And the blonde girl-Yelena?”, you asked him, noticing the way he didn’t mention her yet.

Bucky looked at you with sympathy, “Doll….she’s Natasha’s sister.”

You froze, “What?”

Bucky nodded and gave you a smile, “Yeah. She’s a widow, too. Really nice kid.”

“Oh my god”, you muttered in disbelief. You knew Natasha had a sister. But you didn’t know she was a part of the same team as Bucky? There was an ache in your chest, a hollow space where you felt the absence of your dear friend Natasha. And the fact that you had a part of her here, was overwhelming. You felt protective towards her, wanting to keep her safe as well.

You looked at Bucky with teary eyes and he gave you a close lipped smile.

“They’re not that bad, you know? They’re imperfect and have been in not so tasteful situations but….they will fight for you. They’re loyal. And that’s all that matters. You know, we helped Bob fight the Void with a hug?”, his soft voice rang out in the empty room.

Your mouth fell open and Bucky elaborated further, joining you on the bed, “I’m sure you know he’s got some…issues. The void appears when he has these depressive episodes. Valentina manipulated him into believing that we’re his enemies and that he’s alone, so he took matters in his own hands. Bob didn’t do any of that because he wanted to. He’s a really good guy. Just shy and really awkward. Somewhat of a recluse because of his past. Th-we are very protective over him. Just give him a chance, yeah?”

You looked at him and nodded in understanding, “Of course, Buck. When we say all, we mean all of you. Those guys deserve a chance too”, you conceded. The situation with Bob was a little sensitive, but you’ve spent enough time around people worse than him to be okay with it.

Bucky gave you a satisfied smile. “You can do anythin’ you want with Walker, though”, he quipped and you let out a laugh.

“Alright, I’ll get going before Sam loses his mind”, you said while getting up from the bed.

“Yeah, how’s Torres now?”, he asked in concern. Joaquin annoyed the hell out of him but Bucky had come to be fond of the kid.

“He’s okay now. The burn marks are slowly fading. Still going to physiotherapy for his ribs, so, Sam has benched him completely”, Bucky huffed a laugh at that, well aware of Sam’s helicopter parenting.

“He wanted to come with me today but I told him not to miss his session.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows in a knowing look, “Oh yeah. Cannot miss those sessions at any cost.”

You smirked at him and he walked you out of the building, both of you lingering by the main entrance.

“Keep in touch, okay?”, you chided him with furrowed brows, referring to his habit of isolating himself from others.

A guilty look passed his face, “Yeah, I will, doll. Take care and-and tell Sam I’m sorry”, he confessed in a quiet voice, his 6 feet, super soldier self, suddenly looking small.

You narrowed your eyes at him but felt your chest ache in empathy at his efforts, “You tell that to him yourself”, and wrapped your arms around his back. He hugged you back and sighed before mumbling, “So damn demanding”, into your shoulder.

You pulled back and gasped before pushing his shoulder. He shrugged before laughing freely. You looked at him for a moment and huffed out a laugh before departing with your chest full.

You just hoped your family would be okay and this time, come what may, you’d do anything to protect all of them.

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AN: I needed to write this so bad pls I can’t handle seeing my sambucky sad and upset w each other 💔 They will be stronger #trust

Might write a part 2 soon or might write it if Sam is in the f4 post credits or after doomsday releases ao that I get full context 😔☝️

[always-just-red]

001 with raf would send me to the MOON 😭❤️ (don’t tell zayne i sent this 🤫)

😎 Don't worry. I've got you. *slides this over the table to you real casual so Zayne doesn't suspect a thing* (Also happy new year aaaaaaaa!!!) GUYS Christmas isn't over until I say it's over and it's not over until I get through these festive prompts, ok? 🥺 THE HOLIDAYS LIVE ON!!!

Under The Mistletoe

Rafayel x Reader 🔥🎄☃️❄️

Prompt #001: under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe.

Warnings/additional tags: established relationship, teency bit of suggestion, a few joking references to gaslighting, injury (Raf I love you, I'm sorry I won't let you catch a single break!!!)

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The moment you open the door, something falls. Or should you say… someone? There’s a clatter: heavy and metal. A thud, too— even an “ow!” You don’t know what you struck or toppled, but you do know it sounds bad.

“Rafayel?” You peek around his door, afraid to do any more damage by moving it.

The man is sprawled over the floor like a sad-looking starfish. Maybe a dead starfish? His eyes are closed, but his chest rises and falls, rises and falls; you haven’t killed him yet. “Are you okay?” you ask, stepping the rest of the way into his home and pushing the door closed behind you. “Raf? Rafayel? You still with me?”

His eyes open: rock pools swirling with a momentary disturbance, but then settling, still. “Hey,” he says, once the waters are calm and full of your reflection.

Hey? That’s it? “What are you doing?”

He props himself up on his elbows, wincing. “Oh, you know… art stuff.” When you lift an eyebrow, he clarifies: “Tryna get a new perspective from down here. You get it.”

Glancing around, there’s no half-completed artwork, nor painting strung to the ceiling (though that wouldn’t much surprise you). “Perspective on what?”

“Uhh. The world?”

“And how’s the world looking from down there?”

“… Different?”

“Insightful.”

“Yeah, I know.”

So he’s not going to cooperate? Fine; this is hardly the first time you’ve walked into his studio and had to play detective. Ignore his narrowed eyes, just begging you to contradict him. You crouch down, stroking your chin. There was that metal sound, remember? And a stepladder is lying nearby. Why would he—? Your eyes follow the line of the doorway, roaming up, up until…   

“Mistletoe, Raf? Really?”

He tuts. “That’s not mistletoe, cutie. It’s holly. Wishful thinking much? Gods…”

You stare at the plant fixed above your heads: its long, smooth-edged leaves and its berries, white like pearls. You’re not an idiot. That’s mistletoe. “Trying to gaslight me now?”

“What?” he gawks. “No!”

“You so are! Look at it, that’s—”

Suddenly his hands are over your eyes. “Don’t look at it, cutie. It’s holly, okay? You’re seeing things, trust me.”

“Raf!” you squeak. “That’s—” you can barely get the words out as you laugh, wriggling to get free— “that’s gaslighting! I know what I saw! It was—”

“Shhhh. You saw nothing.”

One hand is on your mouth now, stifling your protests. He shushes you as he pulls you back until you’re seated between his legs. His body is over and around you. You could nip at his fingers— could twist out of his arms and have him pinned to the ground in little more than a second— but it’s the holidays, so you let him have this one.

Eventually, his hands slip down, wrapping around you in a lazy hug. Your head lolls back against his shoulder. “It’s a shame it’s not mistletoe,” you say wistfully, gazing up at the ‘holly.’

“Yeah?” he asks, making you giggle again as his teeth graze your ear.

“Yeah. If it was, then we could…”

You trail off, angling your face until your lips meet his— almost. There’s an inch between you: a tiny space always full of longing, no matter how many times you close it. Seconds of longing, like every first time you see him. Minutes, hours: when you stand, meeting eyes across a crowded room and holding back on a rescue, because Thomas is watching, too.

Then there’s years. Years on a quiet, empty beach, picturing this, waiting for this.

A reunion.

Rafayel leans closer.

“Oh well!” you exclaim, going to move away from him.  

“No, no, no!” he stammers. “Wait! Wait, okay? Just let me… let me think for a second.”

You lean back against him, a smug smile on your lips as you study the mistletoe above you. You’re not the only one looking at it.

“It’s mistletoe,” Rafayel mumbles, barely audible.

“Huh? Say that again, sorry, I didn’t quite—”

“It’s mistletoe!” he groans.

You gasp: “It is?!”

“Plot twist, yeah?” His fingers are on your chin, turning your face back towards him. He chuckles as you let him kiss you this time: sweet and gentle, like a tide afraid to trespass on the shore.

It isn’t enough. “You know,” you say, drawing back and straightening his already-straight shirt collar, “now that you mention it, didn’t we see some of that stuff the other day? Somewhere else? The bedroom, maybe?”

He grins. “Now who’s gaslighting?”

You shut him up with another kiss, then break away from him, clambering to your feet. “You wanna check it out, or not?”

“Oh I do, I definitely do.”

And you’ve got a head start, so you might as well lead the way. You tiptoe around various messes— the fallen stepladder, and then the more traditional paint cans and brushes. Rafayel should catch-up to you, should be lifting you over this colourful obstacle course, but he doesn’t, and he isn’t.

You slow down to a stop, glancing over your shoulder.

The artist has rolled onto his front, his chin held up by his hands, and his eyes are the only things following you. You put your hands on your hips knowingly. “Hospital?” you ask.

“Hospital,” he agrees with a sheepish smile.