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sunny-knight · 23 days ago

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What Kind Of Monster Was He?

A @forgettable-au fan (colored) animatic

MINOR BLOOD WARNING!

*Was he the kind to do too much, or not enough?

…OK, SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS-

I had planned to finish this into a full fledged animation, but a lot of the parts I did end up finishing just didnt live up to what I imagined…I waited for more motivation to happen, but it just didnt so HERES THE COLORED ANIMATIC CAUSE IM REALLLY HAPPY WITH WHAT I HAVE and ive sat on posting this for like a 2 weeks 😭 which is an eternity in my time

Im gonna post the unfinished “finished” part on my side account @o-sunny-day though! and probably have people yell at me cause it actually isnt that bad AND IT TOTALLY ISNT I just… art. You get it. ENOUGH YAPPING! ITS TIME TO YAP!

except not yet, MORE BACKGROUND INFO HUCDHUC- but its background info on explaining the lore…

The explaining is much less expansive than in Dear My Dear just because I didnt work on it long enough to think every bit of it through. This is just a clean, nicer looking, and colored version of the very first storyboard.

I usually think about and put more effort into the little stuff while making the FINISHED bits since ive had so much more time to think about that in all the preppin n sketching.

BUT I liked the explaining format I did for Dear My Dear so im sticking with it!

The main idea for this was to do a study of Wingdings’ character from what we’ve been given, mainly focusing in on the expectations he puts on himself because holy shit the lyrics for this works so stupidly well it makes me mad LOOK AT THIS???

its ridiculous. i love it. I didnt know Jack Stauber helped write Forgettable AU???? woww!!! ANYWHO thats the gist of it, not much context is needed past that. Onto the sillies!!!! (per usual excuse the shitty quality of the pngs idk why Tumblr does that-)

Did you know love? Will you rest in peace?

Wingdings and Sans holding hands as kids, before turning to a casket like appearance for adult WD. The flowers hes holding are pretty important too, Marigolds to represent grief, Lilys, new life, and Forget Me Nots for this lovely little line I found when looking up good flowers to use-

“a promise to always remember” ….stop that.

That actually also has a double meaning in this case too. 1, ofc the forgetting of Wingdings. But ALSO Wingdings forgetting something himself. Forgetting who he is. Almost like a Zuko ATLA situation.

Did you have a family?

Who knows where theyre parents are, but this is HAPPY TIME and we’re gonna assume they were so awesome and very kind but had to leave or went to a farm in the sky for whatever reason.

The colors here I had a lot of fun with. Their parents had warm colors but the boys have cold, still with warm accents. Its said they more or less raised each other being very independent as shown in the second part with them running out the door by themselves.

How was the view from the shelf? Did you ever believe in yourself?

Before, we started with the beginnings. The good things, the only thing Wingdings cares to even recall. Now we’re seeing his life really start to turn upside down- making first contact with The Player :D

He’s hesitant to reach out, but is intrigued, before getting a rushing revelation of his reality and how it isnt “real”

Rather than feeling crushing existential dread, he more feels pressured to be BETTER, to figure a solution, to do something. Thats what white represents here

WHAT KIND OF MILK WERE YOU?

We then switch to more examples of how Wingdings is taking this pressure (not well) The soft tones of yellow that were shown before, turn to way brighter, intensifying that feeling that he should be fine, he should be happy, drowning in success of being the Royal Scientist.

But he just desperately wants to just go back to a time of nice coldness.

The warm vs cold tones in this I had so much fun with, coldness is supposed to represent hostility usually, while warm is nice and happy. (same with Black and white. Scary, relieving,) But these points often contradict each other, its hard to tell what you’re feeling vs what you’re supposed to be feeling. Just like Wingdings!

WHAT KIND OF LIFE DID YOU LIVE THROUGH?

The white lab coats, the expectations, theyre on all of them. But Wingdings has essentially become his expectations.

He questions what life he wants to live, one being himself and alone (speaking in wingdings) or not himself and with company (speaking in a “normal” font) Still, he frames it in past tense as he believes theres no going back now, based on what he knows.

“One of the last happy moments they had together” stop that. (i cant find a link to when that was said but I know it was once, about them taking a photo together….)

DID YOUR LIFE RUN RICH WITH CALCIUM?

Calcium….bonesss :3 Hehehehdhehfhehehheheheh still dont know why he has holes in his hands so we’re movin on

DID THEY LAUGH AT YOU OR DID YOU LAUGH AT THEM?

Compared to the childhood Wingdings remembered, heres the sadder, bleaker, more realistic version. He always thought they were laughing at him but… maybe they werent.

DAIRY BELOVED. YOUR DAYS ARE GONE,

It doesnt matter now though. Because in the NOW, Wingdings has become consumed by his expectations of himself, seeing this has the “only option” to do the only thing that he feels will give his life meaning and purpose, establishing connection with THE PLAYER

But the grocery list goes on…

And yet life continues on without him, and his room is transformed into a more livable space now that someone is…living in it. Always hurts so much making the differences between Wingdings and Papyrus’ room. It feels like making something out of the man Wingdings COULD HAVE been. Because honestly thats just what Papyrus is,

Thank you to my bestie @fruitytrip for helping me with all of my art in general but especially the storyboarding on this :3 <3

#Milk by Jack Stauber #undertale animatic #Wingdings why #Hes a sad sad little man #ohhh who you could have been #if you didnt have a self destructive arc #sometimes i think about him being religiously obsessed with The Player #and then he comes to find out the player (me in this case) is religiously obsessed with him #like oh damn this is awkward #uhhh #wanna get coffee?#I love using cold colors for comfort and warm for terror #I was very spesifically proud of the shot with the white turning into a spotlight #then him turning into just a silly kid looking at a softer glow #o and happy new year gang :D #late #but #happy new year gang :D

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wonjuii · 14 days ago

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Hi, I do think exposing is childish but... I want to warn people. Ever since, like around 2024, august? I was invited to a groupchat, filled with people who posts on tumblr! some were ppl i didnt know about. And.. there is marie. I thought marie was a sweet person at first, didnt talk to her since i didnt know her that much. ever since the month grew, there's a chaos drama about dodo. (i am not bringing it up that much but it will be some information direct to that chaos)

it was around... october? I dont know but lets forget that! past 3 days, marie was being too dramatic, calling me and @awwriri sensitive. (just to tell you that, I can reclaim the slurs since i took an irl test but idk if its a thing since the doctor said "it was to check if i have autism" but it was positive i guess!) It was during the lil-liaa chaos. I didnt want to say the r slur to her but i ended up saying it since there were alot of things happening. As you can tell, i asked permission to say the slur, I was worried if i am really meant to say the slur in the gc. (please anyone dont get uncomfortable!) all of the sudden, she called me insensitive..? I didn't know asking permission is considered impolite or insensitve.. we all had a small talk with marie. everything went a little okay (I assumed.) there are evidences of our small talk.

I apologised... many times. MANY TIMES. "don't be sorry" i will have to be sorry because you bashed on me and riri bc of the slur now the whole server bc of dodo?? U can't be that serious. I also mentioned that everyone deserve to be forgiven! guess marie cant accept that. I thought riri was the owner of the gc, of course i had to ask her permission but no. she wasnt the owner. i was dumb enough to not check who's really the admin of the gc. When we had a small conversation about slurs, she mentioned she cant reclaim the N WORD bc others used it?... Although she used it when she just said it TWICE. (ITS NOT A RACISM SLUR, SHES AFRICAN)

i was just trying to make a conversation, setting up a new type of topic since i got really annoyed and uncomfortable, talking about slurs. But, she continued, wouldnt even stop ending the conversation about it. I even try to convince her to bring riri back to the gc since we all wanted to see how she is.

.... okay. do u like.. hate riri or something? The fact she argued with riri, MAYBE ALMOST EVERY WEEK. MAYBE EVERY DAY. its just disgusting how shes treating the others like shes the oldest of the gc. (she tried to boss me, telling me not to say the slurs bc im insensitve) just so you know, vivi educated me more about slurs so i am not going to say it. (thank you vivi)

The text may not be necessary, but can't you tell how bad she is? if your assuming its bc her education system or shes young, i was 13, i rarely got into fights. (like twice a year.) most likely, she's to cause tons of fights. my screenshots:

(Please press to read, it might be hard for you to see!)

This is a dodo situation. you may not know why dodo didn't explain why she didn't say anything or mention her reason about ignoring to chei. here it is.

basically, she was moody (mood swings i think) I understood dodo, i have frustration issues so i get really annoyed like almost everyday. just to clarify, were not bashing on chei, this is just to show evidence about marie and things she said! more evidence when she started being rude to me... (i didnt clip that part but others may have seen it, she said something like "no, i dont want to ❤️" something like that)

shes basically thinking we dont care...

(im at the corner at the top, replying to her.) You can tell i apologised to her like many times. shes basically saying dodo doesnt deserve to defend herself because shes a bully..? do you realize what ur doing. its childish.

evidence from dodo about marie talking about dodo in her post!

i cant. this is just annoying me so bad. why is she only asking me to block her ??? im so confused. (AGAIN, please press these evidences to read!)

wow.. i just dont get whats her problem with dodo, me and riri atp?..

sigh. marie tsk tsk.. i just cant believe this. i assumed she was going to expose me but i guess not?.... also another information.. me and vini were just trying to calm her down but she started bashing on her too.

Thank you to anyone to might be reading this. Again, exposing seems childish but its the best way to do it. its for others to be warned, incase! tags : @y-unrei @n-americano @i-mmaculatus @sugarish

@miujo @i-kyujin @aestradairio @awwriri @atsubie

@aeraras @rkivefr @daddldee @p-oisn @kissunoo

@florescita @fairytopea @purinkiss @hourlyhoon

@lvioung @obdosant @tzulipss @j-eongs @yeritos

@yonkiibums @hcvenue @bitchey @babyvoxgirlie

@swhore @bloomqi @kiyeuo @chaeryeos @y-vna

@y-urios @aestradairio @aesverse

god all of that tags is MAD!!!

#ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ #nikist-4-stan #exposed.#saarah yapping :33 #wonjuii　✿╭︵#ador1ngsaarah　✿ ۫#exposed!!#mariegotexposed.

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educatedsimps · 6 months ago

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— “what would you do if we broke up” tiktok trend w the hq men

≪ back to fics masterlist

hq character x gn!reader

a/n: came across another tiktok and thought "hey let's do this for hq" so here's anther short one while i churn out the longer written reqs HAHA love y'all pls enjoyy

cw: “girl” used to refer to reader as in like “girl what?” or “girl please” kinda context, some swearing, humour??

The trend:

“Ask me what I’d do if we broke up,” you perched on the edge of the sofa where he sat, innocently scrolling on his phone.

With confusion written all over his face, he looked between you and the camera several times before asking, “Wha... why would we break up?”

Hearing the hint of sadness in his voice, you clarified, “Nonono I’m not breaking up with you, babe, it’s just a tiktok trend. Go on, ask me!”

With one more nudge of encouragement, he relented. Sighing, he asked, “What would you do if we broke up?”

And without a second of hesitation, you answered with a shit-eating grin on your face, “I’d get back with my ex.”

The reaction:

“same lmao” ↳ SUNA AND KUROO 😭😭

the most offended ones - hand to chest with a dramatic gasp, then screams “BABE WTF?!” then gets all petty and pouty saying “i’d do the same thing” ↳ atsumu, oikawa

replica of iwa's face when oikawa asked him “iwa-chan, are you my mom?” ↳ IWA LMAO, suga, yaku, all the chaotic hq moms tbh like can u imagine

gives you the most disappointed dad look ever as if he’s saying “girl pls” then continues w his shit but is a lil hurt ngl like u better apologise later 😭 ↳ daichi, kita

will cry in a corner. u better give him a hug and apologise 🤧 ↳ hinata, noya, bokuto, asahi, yamaguchi, lev, goshiki

will glare at you then turn his nose up with a "tch" (he's just jealous tbh) ↳ tsukki, futakuchi, kenma, shirabu

confused, a lil offended, dumbfounded, then even more confused. The Man Was Too Stunned To Speak like how dare you do this to him 😀 ↳ kags, ushi, osamu, probably asahi before he starts tearing up, kenma before he gets petty

“WHAT” and jumps like three feet into the air like a cartoon character ↳ tanaka, tendo

*sighs* “i understand” ↳ akaashi (he's too tired to think so he just takes it at face level ahjdjdhjv), aone 😭💔

"with me, right?" ↳ sakusa cuz he's prolly seen the trend before (yves has a hc that he’s secretly chronically online), also kita after giving it a bit of thought HAHA

The aftermath:

“You’d be my ex, dumbass,” you giggled.

mentally facepalms himself, probably blushing and laughing to himself then hugs you and gives u kisses all while agreeing with u wholeheartedly 🥰 ↳ suga, yaku, daichi AND AKAASHI BC I DEF DIDNT FORGET ABOUT HIM

“pfft i knew that lmao” these mfs are too proud to admit that they were fooled ↳ atsumu, oikawa, suna, futakuchi

grumpy "i knew that..." man ↳ osamu, iwa, tsukki, kenma, shirabu

“OH YEAHHHHH” and they’re overjoyed. ↳ bokuto, hinata, tanaka, noya, tendo, goshiki, lev

"oh yeah that's right..." moment of clarity kinda thing ↳ asahi, aone, ushi, kags, yams

“u owe me kisses for emotional damage” + pouty + clingy ↳ kuroo, atsumu and oikawa after they stop pouting and whining n shit

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #lyssa.writes #simps.write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #hq memes #hq #hq x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #yves.edits

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xx-craftycreep-xx · 1 year ago

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Hey 🃏anon! So damn sorry for not replying to your request earlier! I had read it...but forgot to post! And now tumblr ate it! BUTT like I said I read it..so here ya go!

Ticci Toby x Virgin!Inexperienced! Reader

Warning: Smut (duh), mention of blood,murder and violence, spitting kink, oral(f receiving),MDNI

You and Toby had been close for a while now.

You had become friends with him a few years ago. You had decided to steal from a shop,but you got caught. What you had decided to steal were some pills for one of your friends. But they were quite expensive,to the point your friend couldn't afford them. Then why did you decide to STEAL them rather than buy them? Because back then you were a dumb teen. Simple.

Unbeknownst to you,another teen wanted the same pills,but,unlike you who had money for them..He didn't. So when you were caught, the Same teen had murdered the manager in front of you,had caught your hands and had ran away with the pills. When you reached your friend and told them about it..they didnt believe you.

After reaching home,you had a shower thinking you could forget everything,but..you didnt. You couldn't. You got into bed,trying to sleep. Yet,to no avail.

It was now midnight. .yet no sleep. You finally got up, frustrated. You look at your window..you saw some thing. ..it was a bottle. You squinted your eyes and then realized something....it was the same bottle...of. .the pills.

"I stole em' for ya." You jumped as you heard a raspy ish voice. You looked back and gasped as you realized the person who sat on your bed was the same boy who had caused the murder.

Your eyes welled up with tears. "Please..dont kill me -" "Nah, i-it would b-b-be dumb to k-kill s-someone I h-helped...w-won't it?" He interrupted. You now looked at him more clearly,your eyes finally adjusted to the dark of the night. He had dark,dark brown hair. Pale skin. His eyes were covered with yellowish- orange goggles. His mouth covered with some type of grey-black mask. Before you could observe further,you felt your head get dizzy. You looked at him. He chuckled. "Loved y-your t-tea d-didnt y-you?" Your eyes widened a little as realization hit you...but it was too late. Your vision had faded to black.

You still wondered how you had become friends in the first place. You chuckled as you remembered how he had shyly explained the next day on how he had wanted to thank You but didnt know how to as he hadn't interacted with someone for such a long time. You knew it was dumb forgiving him. But you never found yourself regretting it! He indeed was a man that killed,rather numb and sadistic at times. But those times were as rare as the blue moon. Most of the time he would be the sweetest,yes, a little possessive,but with the way his past had turned out,you knew he had right to be.

Now,you sat on your couch,trying to find the story that you were reading interesting,but you didnt. Not when Toby's head was nuzzled in your lap! Nuh-uh,your mind didnt allow! Oh! How come you forgot a main detail! You and Toby had been dating for 4 months now. You smiled looking at your boyfriend. "So cute. " you thought. But then,looking at him slowly shifting his head a little higher than your thighs,closer to you core,you had a thought cross your mind. You and him,hadn't been intimate. No sex. Just some makeouts here and there. But never anything sexual. You wanted him. Your face flushed when you remembered the days when he was away..how you would finger yourself thinking of him. How bad you wanted him. His touches. His tongue. His di-

"Y/N"

"HUH?!" You were snapped out of your thoughts. "I wanna t-tell you s-something. "" Yea...g-go ahead."

"W-why a-are you st-stuttering?" He cocked a brow. "Nothing baby." You finally managed to Stop stuttering. "I..." He trailed off. "I-...I wanna..I w-wanna f-..fuck you." He finally said. You looked at him. Eyes wide. Had he read your mind?

"He-hey if y-you d-dont wanna..then i-it s Al- alright." " N-no Toby. .I want to." You said. "But.." You continued. "Im not experienced..I'm a virgin-"

"It-its alright. S-same here." He warmly smiled. You smiled back. But then the smile faltered as he slowly got up,eyes once filled with live were now filled with some other emotion. ..lust? Yes,lust. Deep lust. He starting unbuttoning you shirt as you just sat there,unsure on what to do. Once the last button was unbuttoned,you took your shirt off.. He started taking off your pants as you took off his hoodie.

You were now just in your bra and panties,him in his boxers. You looked at the floor,flustered. You could feel him,eyeing you up and down hungrily. You felt his hands on your shoulders,slowly making you lay on the couch. He was now on top of you,face without goggles and mask. He inched his hands forward,stopping as he held your bra straps. "M-may I?"." Yes" He took it off. You quickly covered yourself,embarrassed. "N-no no! Don't c-cover yourself..please." He slowly touched your hands and took them off of you. He looked at your breasts for a moment,then got to work.

He took on breast in hand,kissing all over It as you gasped. He started suckling on your nipple,giving the same treatment To the other. He slowly went to your lower half,leaving a trail of kisses as you shivered at his touch. Finally,he got to your panties.He looked up at you,asking a question through his eyes. "I have never felt it before" you said. "It's al-alright" he took your panties off. He practically drooled. "Such a c-cute p-pussy" He kissed your inner thighs,later on biting and suckling at them. You let out soft moans. "Tobyyy" you groaned. You wanted to feel him inside you,you were nervous,yes,but still.

He started to lick your slit,up and down, slowly, teasingly. You moaned loudly as he finally entered his tongue in you. He kept on tongue fucking you. You felt a knot in your stomach. "Toby!Im gon-gonna-" before you could say it you had already released it all on his face. He looked up at you licking the juices off his face. "So-so f-fucking t-tasty..w-we could d-do this everyday." You blushed at this. He got up,taking off his boxers

Your eyes widened as you saw that he was definitely above average. He spat on your clit, fingers rubbing up and down to lubricate you,this action eliciting moans out of you. He did the same with his dick. He positioned himself at your entrance. You looked at you. "R-ready??" You could feel the anxiety come over you. "Y-yeah..please..be gentle" you stuttered out. He nodded. Slowly he entered the tip. Then his entire self. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head. The pain was indescribable. You looked back at him. He waited for a good 1-2min. Then he started thrusting. Your vision was blurry as tears fell out of your eyes. Slowly, the pain converted into pleasure.

"Y-you're so f-fucking t-tight" He groaned as his head jerked back. Loud moans escaped your mouth as he speeds up,groaning himself.

You felt the familiar feeling in your stomach. "Toby! Im close!" "Me-me too" You felt the tension release, your vision going blank. A wave of pleasure had washed over you. Toby was still thrusting into you. Finally, he came. His dick coating your walls white. He collapsed next to you,chest heaving.

"Th-that w-was f-fucking g-g-good" he said.

"...."

"Y/N?"

He looked at you And smiled when he realized. You had dozed off. 'My pretty princess." He thought. "Just MINE"

#creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #x reader #smut

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caplanbuckybarnes · 7 months ago

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Writing Challenge Entries from an old blog

I've been snooping around my old URLs and found TONS of old writing challenge entries that I wanted to bring back to life. This list (which isn't finished) is a mixture of all types of writing challenges that I had hosted on an older blog back when Tumblr Culture was rampant with people being interactive with each other. As I locate more of these, they will be added. Currently, I've found things from the years 2017-2018ish. if y'all have any more from my older challenges, let me know, and I can add them to the list!

updated September 2 2024

I'm still missing a bunch of these entries. Check your blogs for either this URL or @caplansteverogers.

The Cookie Baking Disaster || Summary: You forgot to bake your famous cookies when Christmas dinner is at yours and Sam’s house, but trouble comes from your forgetful nature @anaboo-thewriter

Frozen Date || Summary: You ask Wanda to build a snowman with you and that leads to an interesting result @kjs-s

Would You Just Listen To Me || Summary: Reader found out she’s pregnant and Bucky is to busy to hear the important news from his soon to be wife. @buckys-other-punk

Holiday Magic || Summary: Summary: Christmas is a magical time of the year. Bucky and Y/N meet under odd circumstances. A friendship ensues! With the new year, there’s a possibility romance will bloom! @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Please Come Home || Summary: None @meganlpie

The “Unexpected” Christmas Gift || Summary: You are ER Nurse at Stark Hospital & friends with EMT!Bucky. Bucky harbour’s a crush on you but it is brought out accidently by his friend. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

"My dog ate your christmas present” || SUMMARY: Bucky's dog ate the present for reader. Bucky had to invent something ad hoc. @thepaperpanda

Hooky || Summary: It was a long day at work and Reader and her friend decide to unwind at their favorite dive bar, until the friend brings up something that Reader had forgotten. @ruckystarnes

The Duchess || Summary: The Duchess of Manhattan likes her men regal. Y/N Stark grew up loving the king, but when the tables turn and the lovers are torn apart, she aims her arrows at the second in line for the throne. @hellomissmabel

Line of Duty || No Summary @maggyme13

Unhappy Memories || Summary: Love was a mortal concept, so the poets said. @writeshite

Sugar, Spice || Summary: Summary: Frank Castle x reader. This is based on the scenario prompt: “I’m a waitress and it’s busy. Thank you for being kind.” Frank notices his favorite waitress having a rough time, and even though things aren’t going great in his life either, he offers up some solid company and a listening ear. @emotchalla

I'll Drink to That || Summary: Prompts: “Did you spike the hot chocolate?” & “What? You don’t like eggnog?” @buckys-other-punk

I Just Want to Be Like You || Summary: (y/n) is working for the Avengers. She didnt want to bother the others and so she got in a bit of trouble. And all of that because she just wanted to be a bit like Natashe

A Spot Shaped Like You || Summary: Tony Stark loves you. You’re a mystery to everyone, you keep to yourself, and you always wear clothes that swamp you. Peter expresses some concerns to Tony one day, which prompts him to ask, “what are all these scars on your body?”

A Thousand Food Dates || Summary: Waking up next to Loki has never been this sweet. @hellomissmabel

Simple Mornings || Summary: After admitting your feelings for Wanda you two spend an amazing night and quiet night together. @supersoldierslover

Mistletoe || Summary: The team goes out on a mission, leaving you alone to decorate for Christmas with Loki @faithers10911

Love Story || Summary: Your whole life you spent doing what is right and pleasing your parents, But one day you face one of the hardest decisions of your life. (MODERN ROYAL AU) @supersoldierslover

Razzy || Summary: “I’m gonna be a dad!” @thesharkapologist

Aerials || No Summary @aikibriarrose

When I Was Your Man || No Summary @winterschild999

To Whom It May Concern || Summary: How Steve Rogers meets his soulmate, you. Set to To Whom It May Concern by The Civil Wars @thesoftdumbass

Memory || Summary: Steve Rogers and his wife recall special moments during an anniversary party. Written for Caplans Drabble songfic challenge. Story based upon the George Strait song “Rockin’ in the arms of your memory tonight”

Commercial Break || You just couldn’t remember what he reminded you of, but corny, repetitive holiday commercials had a tendency of sticking with you forever. Especially when they were so memorably relevant. @antivigilante

Sunshine || No Summary @me-a-hopeless-romantic

Ask Me How I Know || No Summary @winter-time-writing-blog

You vs. Ice || Summary: You are last-minute gift shopping on a very snowy day when you slip and face plant right into a national figure. @your-highnessmarvel

The Calm After a Storm || Summary: Reader was excited for a couple days of peace as everyone leaves for a mission. But the storm was not the only thing that caught her by surprise as a shy Steve confesses the reason why he stayed behind. @steve-rogers-personal-hell-blog

Choices || Summary: Steve finally takes the courage to ask [Y/N] to marry him - only to learn he’s out of time.

Desperate Prayers || Summary: With the recent death of his mother, Steve feels so alone. He desperately prays for someone to understand and love him like his mother did. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Jingle Bell Hell || No Summary @haven-in-writing

The End of Love || Summary: Summers in New York are magical. It’s a time for new beginnings and adventures. This new beginning is coming to an end, whether you like it or not. @haven-in-writing

Starlett || Summary: Stars are so beautiful. They’re even better with the love of your life right next to you. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Ring of Fire || Summary: AU. An all-consuming love like theirs can either keep them warm at night, or burn everything they know to the ground like a wildfire. @justsomebucky

Quick, Kiss Me || Summary: Agent Peggy Carter is on a mission, finding out what are Daniel and Agent Thompson doing. They are always sneaking off at odd time together. @superfandomdqueensnook

Blue Christmas || Summary: No friends, no family, and nothing to do make for a really crummy Christmas. Good thing the Brooklyn boys have a big soft spot for you. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Come Home || Summary: you and your girlfriend had a big fight and she stormed out. Now you’re worried she’s hurt!

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Jealous | No Summary @buckys-other-punk

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Puppy Love || Summary:Pietro talks to the reader about the girl he just met making them jealous but they are up for a surprise. @kjs-s

A Marshmellow World || Summary: In which being caught in an embarrassing moment by your crush leads to a date with him. – Steve x Reader

Sandcastles and Dreams || Summary: Just after he was finally ready to move on Bucky starts getting vivid dreams, about the life he always wanted with you. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Unbreak My Heart || Summary Steve found you on the rooftop during Peter’s birthday party. @kjs-s

Secret Santa || Summary & A/N: This was part of @caplansteverogers Christmas Challenge – my prompt was “they did secret Santa at work, and I got you and I have no idea what to get you so I’m pretending that I’m not stalking you when I am and I learn all these cute things about you.” So here it is!

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Love Wins || Summary: A drunken night out, feelings and make up sex in the kitchen. What could be better??? @prettyyoungtragedy

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I Miss You || Summary: Three little words have always held so much importance for you and Bucky, and in the end, you’ll miss him more than you could’ve ever imagined. @beefybuffybucky

His Best Friend || Summary: Takes place during Civil War. The reader had been friends for a long time with Steve. He has told her about the Winter Soldier but ever since the day that she met him, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. @xx-multi-fandom-fics

Piece By Broken Piece || Synopsis:The reader has been released from your duties as a H.Y.D.R.A. agent, the contract agreed upon by your father fulfilled. Now free, you have found yourself living at the Avengers Compound, piecing your life together with the help of Tony Stark and B.A.R.T. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but coming face to face with Bucky Barnes, the man who trained you, was a massive bump in the road to recovery. To your surprise, Bucky remembers you, the life you had together. And he is wracked with guilt, blaming himself. @fan-maddson

Puppies Summary: The Team was gone on a month long mission, and y/n was finding staying in to be boring. But when she finds a box by her coffee shop, she can’t wait to show her girlfriend, Nat, what surprises await. @emergenciesstory

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A Piece of You || No Summary @ellaxvasiliev

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Bad Bitch || No Summary @buckysforeverprincess

One Call Away || No Summary @nerdy-bookworm-1998

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born a weapon.

⊹ ࣪ i know there’s better brothers / but you’re the only one thats mine.

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the boy next to you was no longer touya todoroki, and hadn’t been for three months. he was a ghost of what once was, a charred remnant of hopes and dreams. he had buried that boy on a winter morning, kneeling in front of his funeral altar that had been given the love he never felt when he was alive. he had relished in the way his father wept, crying over what never was.

and he had found a home in you. the only person that he had left. the only person that came looking for him when they didn't find his body. the only person that mattered.

you were the only one who heard him, late at night, weeping over what could have been. and you never told him, of course, because how would you tell a man who had been to hell and back that he still cried over his brothers and sister at night?

that didn’t matter.

touya leaned against you, propping his head up on your shoulder. the scars on his back pinched and stretched with the movement, and he felt himself tear up from the pain. but it was comfortable, being able to be intimate with you like this. when was the last time he had felt the touch of another human being?

he couldn't remember. and to be frank, he didn’t care.

touya closed his eyes, inhaling your scent and savouring it. the way you felt against him was something he never wanted to forget. your warmth and your body pressed against his like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together.

he let out a tired sigh, burying his face into your hair. everything felt so… easy. it wasn’t complicated.

it felt like it was just the two of you against the world. he felt a sense of comfort in the way your body slotted against his, the way your scent enveloped him, and the way you just *were* there. not minding his scars, his burns, or the way he looked.

you didn’t mind any of it, you were comfortable with it. you were comfortable with him.

it felt like bliss.

but he felt the pain shoot across his body every which way , and he couldn’t stop the soft whine that slipped from his throat as his body stung and ached in an almost unbearable way.

he swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the way his eyes were burning from tears that threatened to fall. he hated crying, but he felt safe here. with you. he clenched his eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around you, needing something to ground himself.

he wondered if the ache in his chest from missing his family was ever going to go away.

he pushed the thought away with a shaky breath, pushing you closer. he knew he could tell you how he felt. he was safe. he was allowed to be vulnerable with you.

tears slipped down his face as he inhaled shakily, burying his face into your neck.

"it hurts." he mumbled. "i miss them."

his grip on you tightened, hands clenching around your shirt. you knew touya enough to understand what he meant. his siblings didnt care when he was in distress, a pot threatening to boil over, but touya forgave them. because who would if he didnt?

"do you think they still remember me?” he repeated softly, swallowing the lump in his throat again.

he didn’t want you to see him cry, but he couldn’t stop the tears that were falling down his face. he felt so weak, so vulnerable. but at the same time, it was cathartic to get all these feelings out after he’d kept them in for so long.

“i think they remembers you. you’re– you’re their big brother.”

he let out a shaky breath as he reached for your hand, fingers tracing over the ridges on your knuckles. the scars on his back pinched again as he breathed and he couldn't help but wince, inhaling sharply and clenching his eyes shut.

he didn’t want to cry. he needed to be strong for you, to be the way he thought you deserved to be.

but it was hard when he missed his family, even if they never missed him.

“you think so?”

touya sounded like a child when he spoke, his voice small and soft, a tone he never used with anybody other than you. maybe because he knew he no longer had to pretend to be strong with you. you knew the soft spots of him that nobody else did. he was only seventeen, but to you he was twelve, he was ten, he was six, and he was four.

his shoulders hunched over and he pulled you closer, resting his chin on your head. it had been a long time since he'd had any sort of affection, and he craved it. even if it was from you, his closest friend, he needed it.

he never had to pretend with you. you knew him better than anyone. his past and his future. his darkest secrets and his deepest thoughts.

"yeah, i think so." you murmur. “i would if you were my big brother.”

he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched. it was almost embarrassing how much your words had affected him, and he swallowed harshly to clear the lump in his throat.

and he didn’t want to cry, but he felt safe with you. he felt safe to be vulnerable around you and he knew you would accept it.

touya took a shaky breath, trying to swallow the onslaught of tears and feelings that were trying to bubble up.

“can i be honest with you?”

“of course.”

“i want to go see my siblings.”

he words came out soft and quiet, almost like they weren’t meant for anyone else but himself, like a silent wish on a shooting star. they echoed in the still air, bouncing from the walls and ringing through your ears over and over again. i want to go see my siblings.

and when you didn’t respond, he spoke up again, sounding a little more desperate this time. he sounded like he needed something that he couldn’t ask for.

"please."

the way he spoke, how soft he sounded and the way his voice cracked made your heart clench in your chest. you’d never heard touya sound like that before.

he never asked for things, preferring to just do things himself or get someone else to do it. and now he was asking you?

you swallowed, and shifted slightly so you could look at him. “what?”

his lips were pressed tightly together, and he looked vulnerable. more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him before. the look he gave you was so full of pleading and desperation that it made your chest ache.

“please.” he repeated, and you heard a slight crack in his voice. “i need to see them.”

hearing the pleading edge in his voice, you shifted so that you were facing him directly. he looked almost childlike like this, pleading with you to do something, silently begging you with his eyes.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart panging at the almost painful look he had in his eyes.

"okay," you murmur quietly. "we'll go."

the change in his demeanor was instantaneous. it was like a child being promised a gift, the way he perked up.

relief washed over his face, and his shoulders slumped slightly. he looked like he was about to cry again almost immediately.

he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t need to. the relief on his face was enough, and the way his grip on you tightened slightly was another way of telling you that he appreciated you.

“really?” he said softly, and there was a hint of hope in his voice that you’d never heard before. he looked… he looked scared. the usually confident, snarky touya looked scared.

he reached out, grabbing your hands tightly. “you’d really do that?”

you nodded wordlessly, watching as touya stood up with an almost dazed look on his face.

he couldn’t believe it. you were really going to let him see his siblings. the people he missed the most in the world, the only people he loved. you were going to let him see them. he was going to see them again.

his eyes didn’t leave you, like he was worried you would change your mind.

your heart ached at the way he looked so desperate and hopeful. the way he looked almost disbelieving that you would go this far for him.

you pushed away the pain you felt and stood up too, reaching forward to grab his face in your hands and making him look at you. “yes, touya. i would do this for you.”

the look on his face was almost childish, and you almost laughed at how excited he looked. it was cute, how he immediately stood up and grabbed your hands tighter, as if you would disappear if he didn’t keep ahold of you.

he needed this. he needed to see his brothers and sister again, even if they didn’t remember him. he needed closure, and he needed this moment.

you wouldn’t take it away from him, no matter what.

his heart was beating faster than he thought it ever would, eyes fixated on you and refusing to look away. he didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want you to disappear on him.

“tonight?” he asked suddenly, the words coming out almost rushed.

he had to see them again, he needed to. he wanted to hold shouto and fuyumi and natsuo again. he wanted them to remember him, and he knew it would hurt if they didn’t, but it would still be worth it.

“yes,” you murmured, taking his hand and leading him out the fire escape. “before it gets dark.”

touya stayed close to your side as you two walked, almost hovering, like a bee to a flower. he was clearly a ball of nervous, excited energy, unable to stay still for long. every so often his hand would brush against yours and he’d shiver slightly, but he would stay as quiet as possible.

his heart was racing, and his anxiety was through the roof, but he tried to push it down and stay calm. he didn’t want to think about the consequences of tonight, but about the good things that could come from it.

and as he stood in front of the house he was raised in, he couldnt help but have second thoughts.

touya couldn’t stop the way his throat felt tight, or the way his chest felt like it was being crushed. he was almost terrified to go inside, to knock on the door.

what if they didn’t recognize him? what if they were angry that he was there? what if they hated him more than he already hated himself?

as the sun set over the todoroki estate, he could almost see the memories playing out before him. the nights spent hiding from his father, the days spent running around with his siblings playing games, and the cold nights spent shivering and huddling for warmth.

there were a lot of awful memories too, but they were overshadowed by the good ones. or at least, he tried to make himself believe they did.

“it looks the same.” he mumbled softly.

you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. you knew how nervous he was, and you tried your best to soothe some of his worries.

he flinched slightly at the touch, but he quickly relaxed. your presence helped, he felt as if he could handle anything so long as you were with him, and he was grateful that you had agreed to come with him.

without a second thought, you took his hand and made your way to the back of the estate, where touya’s bedroom used to be, and popped open the lock as if it was second nature. you had snuck into his room nearly every day when he used to live here, and it surprised you to no end that you hadn’t gotten caught.

the feeling of nostalgia washes over touya the second his feet touched the floor. the room looked exactly the same as it had when he was fifteen.

touya let out a shaky breath, the familiarity of his own room almost overwhelming him. he had missed this room, he had missed his bed and the small things that he’d had in this room.

he walked up to the bed, running a hand over the sheets and sitting down on the soft mattress. it still felt like his bed, and it still smelt like his room. nothing had changed, and it brought back memories of late night crying sessions and silent sobbings.

sobbings that, until now, he could still hear through the walls.

the sound almost made his blood freeze in his veins. he knew that sound, he recognized it instantly. he had spent many nights listening to shouto cry like that, and it made his heart hurt.

a part of him just wanted to sit against the wall and drown out shouto’s crying with his own thoughts, but another part of him told him to comfort his little brother.

he couldn’t just ignore his sibling, especially when he knew how scared and lonely he would be.

he swallowed his nerves and stood up, taking slow, quiet steps towards the wall shared between their rooms, and pressed his ear to it.

and god, touya couldnt help himself.

stumbling through his door, he rushed to the room next door, not bothering to tell you or even look around if the hallways were empty. he pulled open the door and nearly broke down crying at the sigh of shouto curled up all by himself in his room.

shouto was curled up in a ball in his bed, the sheets wrapped around him as tears silently streamed down his face. his tiny fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were turning white, and his small body was shaking from the force of his sobs.

when the door opened, his small head snapped up so fast it was almost as if it would fly off his shoulders. his eyes widened when he saw touya, shock registering across his young face.

shouto was one when he died. he didnt remember much except for the harsh regimine and beating his father instilled into him as soon as he could walk. but he could remember a brother. a brother that wasnt around the house anymore. a brother natsuo or fuyumi couldnt talk about.

a brother that was standing in his doorway.

touya looked down at his younger brother. he couldn’t describe the emotion that was coursing through him right now. guilt, sadness, relief, happiness. all different emotions that were all swirling inside his chest and threatening to overwhelm him.

he took a shaky step towards the bed, hesitating for a moment before he spoke.

“hey, shou.” he said quietly. his voice sounded shaky and slightly hoarse.

shouto stared at him, his blue and grey eyes wide and unblinking. he didn’t say anything, just stared at touya as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. who was this boy standing in his doorway? and why did he look so much like him?

touya took another cautious step towards the bed, his heart racing in his chest. he knew his little brother was confused, he could see it on his face. he knew there was a part of him that didn’t believe it was possible that touya was standing in front of him and not a figment of his imagination.

“touya!” you hissed, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind you. god, he was going to get you two caught. “what the hell are you doing!”

touya flinched slightly at your voice, whipping around to look at you. he’d been so focused on shouto that he hadn’t noticed you behind him, and his heart rate picked up.

his shoulders tensed as he looked at you, and his gaze flicked back to shouto for a second before he spoke.

”he was crying.” he said softly, as if that explained everything.

“i know he was, but it’s dangerous.” you hissed back, moving closer to him.

you understood his reasons, you really did. touya cared for his siblings and he didn’t want to make their lives any harder, but you also didn’t want him to get hurt.

shouto’s eyes widened further, his small, pale hands clutching at the sheets. he was still staring at touya, wide-eyed and unblinking. it was as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, as if he was dreaming.

he mumbled something so softly that only someone with a heightened sense of hearing could pick up, and it made touya’s heart ache.

touya took a step closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving shouto’s face. he could see the confused and surprised look in his eyes, and the uncertainty that was almost written all over his young face.

he reached out a trembling hand, as if he was scared that if he moved too suddenly then shouto would just disappear. as if he was scared that he was truly some kind of hallucination.

shouto didn’t pull back when touya’s hand approached him. he was frozen in place, his wide eyes fixed on his older brother as he gently placed his hand on the younger’s head.

the moment his hand made contact, a small gasp escaped touya’s lips. it was real, this was real. touya could feel shouto, the smoothness of his hair, the heat coming off his skin, the tiny body beneath his hand. it was real, and it made his eyes start to burn.

tears started pricking the corners of touya’s eyes. he’d missed shouto so much, so goddamned much it hurt.

he couldn’t stop himself from moving closer, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around his brother.

he was real. so real.

he was real, he was tangible, and he was here. touya wrapped his arms around the younger, his throat tightening as he held him close. tears started falling freely as he buried his face into his brother’s soft dual-colored hair.

he couldn’t control the sobs that started racking his body, the loud, broken cries that escaped his throat. the dam had finally broken.

you sat next to him, and touya onluy distinctly processed the dip in the bed. you didnt want to intrude, so you watched. you watched, and ached for the boy that shouto never got to see.

“miss you.”

he sobbed at the sound of shouto’s voice. even the younger’s voice sent a pang of pain through his heart, making him clutch at the boy even tighter.

he’d missed his voice, he’d missed everything about him. he’d missed the soft white and red strands of hair, his wide and innocent blue and grey eyes, his pale skin. he’d missed the soft, small body he was holding so tightly and the way he seemed so much more fragile than any other four year old.

as his crying slowed, he pulled away slightly so he could look at shouto’s face. his eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still streaming down his scarred cheeks.

you watched as he studied his younger brother’s face, almost as if he was trying to memorize every detail. and you had the feeling he wanted to remember this, the feeling, the sound, the sight. he didn’t want to forget anything about this moment.

“i missed you too, shou.” he said shakily, his voice quiet and broken. he reached up and wiped at the tears on his younger brother’s face. “and i dont ever wanna leave you again.”

touya let out another small sob. he didn’t want to leave shouto. he didn’t want to leave natsuo or fuyumi either. he wanted to stay here, in the house he grew up in, with the family and siblings he loved so much.

but he couldn’t. he didn’t have a choice. he couldn’t stay. he wasn’t supposed to be here.

and that broke his heart.

“come with you..?” shouto mumbled, looking up at touya with his big, glassy eyes.

the words were like a dagger to the heart. touya’s breath hitched, his chest feeling as if it was being ripped out. he wanted to say yes, of course he did. he wanted to bring shouto and natsuo and fuyagi with him, keep them safe forever. make sure that no one could ever hurt them again.

but he couldn’t do that. he couldn’t take them from their life here.

“i– i can’t, shou.”

“but it hurts. papa hurts”

“i know.” touya replied, the words coming out as barely a whisper. it hurt, god it hurt. it hurt a lot. it hurt so much and he couldn’t fix it. he brought a shaky hand up to run it through shouto’s hair, a weak attempt to soothe his brother. “i know it hurts and i’m sorry, shou. but i can’t stay here. i can’t.”

“come with you!” shouto repeated, pouting and reaching up to pull at touya’s hair.

touya could *feel* his heart breaking. he ached to say yes, to just scoop up shouto and take him with him. he’d do it in a heartbeat if it was possible.

but it wasn’t possible. touya was practically a wanted criminal, there was no way he’d be able to take a child with him and still hide.

“i can’t, shou. i want to, trust me i want to, but i just can’t. i’m sorry.”

he knew it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair for him to appear in his younger brother’s life, make him think that he was going to take him away from the nightmare they all lived in and then say that he couldn’t. but he couldn’t. he couldnt do that to him. to you. to fuyumi, and natsuo. to rei.

“it’s– it’s just not that simple.” touya said softly, his voice coming out strained. he could feel his chest tightening, the guilt and pain and anger all swirling inside of him.

he wanted to take shouto with him so badly. the thought of leaving his little brother in this hell again brought an almost physical pang to his chest. but he couldn’t. it just wasn’t possible.

touya let out a shaky sigh. how could he, how was he supposed to explain it to a seven year old? how was he supposed to say ‘ i can’t take you with me because everyone literally thinks im dead’ without confusing him? without hurting him?

“it’s complicated, shou.” he said weakly.

the younger boy was still staring up at him. his eyes were still wide, but instead of surprise or confusion there was only hurt and disappointment in his expression.

it made touya’s heart ache. he wanted to fix it, to take the hurt away, to tell his younger brother that everything was going to be okay and that he wouldn’t ever have to worry about anything again.

but he couldn’t. it’d be wrong to give him false hope.

and god, you couldnt help yourself.

“touya– ‘m sorry to intrude but why.. why cant we just take him?” you mumble, shifting close to lean against touya’s back. “wouldn’t you have wanted someone to take you away when what’s happening to shouto was happening to you?

you huffed, grabbing touya’s shoulder to force him to look at you. “cant you see? the cycle is repeating itself. and you can stop it.”

touya’s hands balled into shaking fists as you spoke.

you were right. as much as he hated to admit it, you were right.

he’d spent many nights wishing there was someone, anyone, who would come and take him and his siblings away from this hell. and now, he had a chance to do it for shouto, to stop what was going to happen to him from ever happening, but he wasn’t taking it.

the shame coursed through his body, making him go taut.

he could feel the frustration and anger building up inside of him, warring with the shame a guilt in his chest. it was making him feel dizzy, and the sudden urge to hit something was taking over his thoughts.

he stood up from the bed, pacing around the room and running a trembling hand through his messy raven black hair.

“fucking quit!” he hissed, not looking at you. “stop it, you don’t understand! it’s not that easy!”

“and why not!” you moved closer to shouto and covered his ears. “the whole house is asleep right now, and if you keep up this clown show of yours, you’ll get us caught!”

he didn’t care. he didn’t care at all if he got caught, or if he woke up the rest of the house, or anything. he wouldn’t even care if someone started beating him half to death at that very moment.

the anger and shame continued to build and build until it was choking him and blocking any rational thought. he wanted to get caught, at this point. he just wanted to make something, anything hurt. even if it costed him his life.

but he couldnt do that. not to you. not to him. and epecially not to shouto.

“–touya! calm down!” you hissed, letting go of shouto and standing up to grab his wrist. “ you’re gonna fucking burn the house down!”

“then let it burn.”

the words came out before he could stop himself, and as he said them he regretted them. he knew he didn’t actually want to burn down the house, not the house with his siblings still in it at least.

touya couldnt think straight. the world was spinning, the house threatening to swallow him whole. he could faintly hear you speaking, but he could feel it going in one ear and out the other.

no matter what he did, someone would get hurt. someone was going to end up getting hurt. and he didn’t think he could handle it.

he ran his shaking hands through his hair again, his body tense and his breath coming out in short, labored gasps. he could practically feel his blood boiling.

he wanted something, anything he could take his anger out on.

“nii-san?”

the sound of shouto’s voice snapped touya back to the present. he froze, turning back to the bed and looking at his younger brother.

god, how long had he been pacing and seething? how long had he been lost in his own head? how long had he been scaring you, scaring shouto?

his heart fell as he met shouto’s worried and confused eyes. the anger faded, replaced by a different kind of despair.

what was he doing? what was he doing, scaring his younger brother and shouting and acting like a psychopath infront of him? what kind of older brother was he?

he took a shaky step towards the bed, an apology ready to spill from his lips.

he was going to apologize, he was going to tell shouto that he didn’t mean to scare him, that he wasn’t in his right mind right now. he was going to tell him that he was fine, that it was okay.

but the door opened before he got the chance to speak.

touya froze again, his blood going cold. he didn’t dare turn around to look at who had just entered the room. he didn’t need to look. he already knew.

and without a secont thought, he picked shouto up, and ran.

he darted towards the window, clutching the younger boy as tightly as he dared. his heart was racing in his chest, pounding against his ribs so hard it was a miracle they didn’t break.

he didn’t have time to think or plan. he just had to run, had to get out of here.

the adrenaline was rushing through his veins like never before. he had to get shouto out of here, he had to get out, fast.

he dashed out of the bedroom, his feet almost silent as he raced down the hallway of the house, holding his younger brother tightly against his chest. he didnt need to tell you twice. he trusted you enough to be right behind him. he had learned from the mistakes of orpheus and eurydice.

shouto was screaming in fear, his cries bouncing off the walls and surely waking up the entire house. the man behind you was loud and quick, but not quick enough.

touya grit his teeth, his eyes darting around as he tried to find the exit. in his panic, all of his childhood memories and completly vaccated his brain.

he could hear his dad yelling from behind him, and he could hear natsuo and fuyumi calling out.

but he didn’t look back. he didn’t even slow his pace as he reached the front door, yanking it open and stepping out into the cold night air with you and shouto right behind him.

and touya didn’t stop running. he didn’t look back, not once. he just kept going, dashing down the sidewalk with no sense of where exactly he was headed.

all he knew was that he had to run, he had to get away from the house and make sure shouto was safe. that was all that mattered, right now.

his legs burned with the effort but he didn’t slow down. he pushed himself further, his feet pounding against the pavement as he raced down the street. he had no idea where he was going, but he didn’t care.

he’d keep running until his legs gave out.

and even if they did, he was sure you’d catch him.

he could hear you panting behind him as you struggled to keep up with his pace. he knew you were putting in just as much effort as he was, pushing through the burn in your legs and the ache in your chest.

he knew you’d keep running by his side, for as far as you could. not because you felt like you had to, but because you wanted to.

touya didn’t know for how long he kept running. it felt like an endless race, a never-ending battle of speed and endurance.

but eventually, he had to stop. his legs finally gave out, collapsing under him as he stumbled to a stop. he doubled over, gasping for breath and clutching shouto close to his chest.

and he found he couldnt help but laugh.

a strangled laugh escaped his lips as he fought to regain his breath. it was a bitter, crazed laugh, full of pain and hysteria.

he leaned against a nearby wall, his legs shaking as he struggled to stay upright. he was exhausted, his body feeling as if it had been put through hell and back.

but he was alive. you were alive. and shouto was alive.

and that’s all that mattered right now.

#⊹ ࣪ ˖ greywrites #⊹ ࣪ ˖ born a weapon #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #shouto #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki #todoroki x reader

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blackheart-6 · 26 days ago

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dess-ember day 31/31

very long thoughts below the read more!

hi yall

woo-hoo, ive finished another month of dess-ember!! it really has been fun, if very time consuming, but ive made many pieces over this month ive loved and had a great time sharing them all with yalls 😄😄😄

but anyways, lets get to the final entry! its a bit of an unusual one :D

its some pixel art!! i have only done 2 other pixel things this month (i originally wanted to do more, but i am very slow at it 😔), so i felt like ending with it wasnt a bad way to go!

i took dess, noelle, berdly, kris, ralsei, and susie and made some different sprites of them, which were taking the way i draw them and making them into sprite version, and also me making omori style versions as well

i had a couple different versions of the art, layed out in different ways, but stinky tumblr only lets me have 10 images. unfortunate 😔.

but anyways, now weve got the main part, each individual character! you can skip past this if you dont want to hear my thoughts i had while doing the individual drawings, its kinda alot :/

i put them all in a format like this, hopefully it isnt confusing!

we can go in order of how i have them in the very first image, so we can start with kris :D

kris was a very fun one to do, they were actually the second one i made, and them turning out so well is what led me to making even more. i feel like im pretty much entirety happy with them, the omori style turned out cute, and the deltarune style isnt half bad either! i did forget to give them bangs though, like i normally give them in my art, but i was too much of a bum to go back and fix it after i finished :|. i feel like they translated very well ❤️

next would be ralsei, but im doing him last actually, because he has the most to talk about 😤😤

now weve got susie! her hair in her canon form was tricky to translate into the omori style, but i think it was worth it, cause it turned out well! and i think her canon dark world omori sprite might be my favorite i made, her outfit turned out great!! im not as fond of my versions of her design, they didnt translate that well into sprites, but it could be worse lol. her face was a bit difficult to do, since the omori head shape is meant for a human, but i think she turned out good regardless 💜

next is berdly, and im so sorry for him, he turned out roughhh. if i thought someone like susie, with her head, was hard to translate into the omori style, it was nothing compared to trying to turn berdly into it. with his beak and his head feathers and wings and his legs... yeah, it was not a fun time 😔. i tried though, and i dont think its entirely bad! the legs are probably the worst part, they are kinda hard to see, but the rest of it came together... kinda. dont get me started on turning my version of him into a sprite though, i dont wanna talk about it 😫. sorry berdly, if i ever sprite you again ill make it up to you 🩵

next is noelle! she was the first i did, and i feel like she turned out so cute 🥰🥰🥰. her dark world, my version, deltarune style sprite might be my second favorite one i made, i think it actually translated well to sprite art. her fur is a bit rough, gradiants are tough in pixel art, but i dont think its that bad overall. but yeah, im pretty happy with her 🤎

penultimatly, weve got dess! gotta have her, its dess-ember after all!! hers was hard to do, trying to take my own design and alter it to make it more canon (mostly, i just simplified some things, but i dont think it looks enough like a canon sprite :( ill keep trying with it), but i think she turned out cute as well! im not entirely happy with it though, as i said, i might go back to fix up the deltarune styled ones at some point 💚

lastly, weve got ralsei. ohhh ralsei, how cute you are, but how difficult you were 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. to start off with, i had a goal in mind for the deltarune style sprites. normally, when you look at the canon ralsei sprites, you might notice they look a bit different. obviously theres the hat, and the fur color, but its more than that.

theres so many differences, and yet my goal was to make the sprites lose all those differences, and be more consistent with each other. i didnt think it would be too bad, but it was a rough time. i made his hatless version easily, and i was like, oh, ill just add a hat, change his color, itll be easy!! ...it was not easy 😶‍🌫️. i did that and he looked so wrong, it barely even looked like hat ralsei at all 😖.

i mean, that doesnt look right, right?? so i had to keep editing, and changing both versions, trying to make them better. i spent so much longer on him than anyone else, but at the end, i think it was worth it! i feel like he ended up adorable, but boy was it work 😂

the omori sprites of his were pretty easy though, once i had all the deltarune sprites down i just omori-fied them, took barely any time. i did make his outline purple though, like the headspace denizens, since hes a darkner 🩷

but thats it for that! this is where youd wanna skip if you didnt wanna read all that lol. now for me to yap about this month, and dess!

i feel like this was a pretty productive dess-ember!! i definitely ramped up my art from last year, trying to do as few small drawings as possible. was that a mistake? maybe lol. it was certainly difficult, and led to pretty much every drawing being late because most of them took like 8 hours or so, but i suppose a couple hours late doesnt affect much, and i still did all 31 entries!

and id say while it was a struggle, it was a good thing i did it! i enjoyed my time drawing, and sharing all my art with yalls is always a fun time for me ^^ and i really do like drawing dess, i think i made a pretty good design for her all those years ago (like 2) 😊

there is the question though, of 'what about next year? will you do this again??' and to that i say... i dont actually know haha. i would want to, even if im busy i could always do a smaller one, but the real thing that could affect it is that, in 2025 we are getting more deltarune!!! im more excited than i could ever say, but if we see dess in canon, then i dont know if ill do another dess-ember. there would be my design vs canon design, which would be strange to reconcile with, and i imagine someone would probably do an official month for her of art prompts.

but thats all if she even appears. if she doesnt, well, expect me back next december to do this! if she does, ill have to think about it, so we will see then ^^

anyways, ive had a good month doing this! it may be a bit before i post new art, to give myself a break, but ill be back 😄

bye yall, and happy new year 2025!!! 🥳🥳🥳

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leeneir · 1 year ago

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Missions; Iso x GN!Reader Headcanons-Drabble

Ok so funny story, I was planning on posting a fic actually but my dumbass wrote it on tumblr and didnt save itand my phone died and i lost 90% of my progress so heres a drabble/headcanons I have abt missions with Iso

Not proofread, tbh none of my posts are💀

On your first mission together which also happened to be Iso's very first so he was still lesrning the ropes, you'd be the one aside from a senior member on your team to help guide him.

You two are stationed together on one site and he keeps making comments and asking questions about a lot of things to the point where you wonder if this really was the feared 'Dead Lilac', it was difficult to imagine when he was acting like he's seeing the sky for the firsy time.

But then the first bullet whizzes past, and Iso does a complete 180. He's no longer talking or making remarks, instead, he emits a purple aura, his eyes glowing, filled with concentration and determination, ready to take on the enemy. It was kinda hot in your opinion.

You may have been an agent longer than him, but he definitely has more experience. Iso saved you from getting shot dozens of times, throwing himself infront of you and coming out of it unscathed because he had his shield up.

The mission is a success via team elimination, you secure the spike and everyone goes home. Iso, however, is blanked out and isn't paying attention to anything around him. It's as if he's a mindless machine. You decide to sit down with him on the V/LTR and offer him a snack, he instantly snaps out of it and takes the snack grstefully.

You aren't assigned on another mission together for a while, and during that time, you hear stories about how much of a monster he is on the field from the others. You bring that up to him to compliment, but he's bashful about it.

You note how he isn't bashful about his skills when the others compliment him, and you wonder why you keep catching him looking at you. Every time you do, you notice how the tips of his ears are a tinge bit red.

The day comes when you two are assigned together, and it just so happens you two are put on a site together again. While you're setting up, he comes up to you, sheepishly asking what the plan was because... he forgot to read the mission brief...

You wonder how tf he forgot to read the brief when it was one of the most important things and explain it to him anyway. Though, he looked like he wasn't really paying attention, he was just staring at you with a look you've never seen before.

The enemy rush in on the opposite site and you two rotate over, watching each other's 6 oclock. You lead through while Iso is behind you, following closely with his focus unmatched.

The spike is planted, you guys get the picks. The rest of the team is down, leaving it up to you and him. Iso gets most of them, there's only one enemy left.

Iso doesn't realize it, but someone is aiming for him. You see it, and you push him out of the way as you shoot the last guy. Unfortunately, they also shot a bullet which grazed your side, leaving a deep gash.

He's panicking, how the hell did he let this happen? He can see the blood seeping through your clothing and he almost forgets everything. You yell at him to defuse the spike which manages to snap him out of it as you apply pressure to the wound.

Once the spike is defused, Iso immediately runs back to you, the precision and focus he has as a master assassin is half way out the window as he's performing first aid on you. He's apologizing over and over again for not being careful, while at the same time scolding you for taking the bullet. HE'S the bulletproof one here, not you.

Iso calls for backup and updates HQ about the mission status before turning his attentioned back to you. He's still upset about your injury, and scolds you again.

You make up some sort of excuse, having realized the reason why you did what you did. Iso continues to get upset over it and is asking you why you would do that.

You got really annoyed by his scolding and you tell him to shut up before grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss.

#li zhao yu #valorant iso #valorant iso x reader #i love iso #iso #iso valorant #iso x reader #iso x reader hcs #valorant x reader #valorant

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hereghostslive · 26 days ago

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2024 fic round up

alright, i guess im doing this lol.

im not sure why i started feeling unsatisfied with all my fics from this year the past few days but i did for some reason which is why i didnt do this immediately.

but thanks for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @paperstorm , and the yelling at me to do it from @bonheur-cafe and @ladytessa74

i'll go in month order:

January

Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor and Alex Claremont-Diaz Hate Weddings | for the New Years RWRB gift exchange, written for @sugdenlovesdingle. 3,178 words.

synopsis: a wedding, a bet, a fight, and another ruined wedding cake.

second strike | 911 Lone Star. 540 words.

synopsis: Carlos is never wrong. Missing moment: Episode 1x03 - Texas Proud. Carlos asks TK out.

February

better get a love | 911 Lone Star, written based off some Valentine's Day prompts from @paperstorm, though I never finished, sigh. 2,773 words so far.

synopsis: Five times Carlos didn’t understand the hype of Valentines Day, and one time he did.

March

halted beginnings | 911 Lone Star. first one beta'd by @goldenskykaysani. 1,410 words. plus, a long back and forth between @liminalmemories21 and i in the comment section about the lazy writing of season 4 lol.

synopsis: After the ice storm, things were better. Carlos gets engaged, and forgets something important.

why | 911 Lone Star. written from a tumblr prompt from @lemonlyman-dotcom. 1,227 words.

synopsis: He wishes a lot of things were different. Like, why was he such a good person? Why was he such a good husband? A good friend? A good partner? -- Carlos surprises TK with a gift. He really wishes he hadn't.

May

he's an ally | 911. the start of the bucktommy rabbit hole lol. though also unfinished. 905 words so far.

synopsis: 5 times Buck was an ally and 1 time he’s not

hitchcockian | 911. 689 words. said before, but i dont love this fic.

synopsis: missing scene from 7x09: Ashes, Ashes

Buck calls Tommy after meeting Kim to tell him he was right about doppelgangers being real. It's all a little too Hitchcockian for his tastes.

victories, defined | 911. 1,944 words. also dont love this fic.

synopsis:

they'll take the victories where they can get them, even if forces outside their control try to diminish them.

a missing moment from 7x09

June

fundamental | 911 Lone Star. this is when i decided to go off the rails. beta'd and wrangled by @goldenskykaysani. 2,707 words (which includes the second chapter with anotations)

synopsis:

fun·da·men·tal

/ˌfəndəˈmen(t)l/

adjective

forming a necessary base or core; of central importance.

“The most important things to remember about back story are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isn’t very interesting.” ― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

falling | Doctor Who. never thought id be writing doctor who fic in the 15 some years ive been watching it but here we are. the power of johnathan groff. 2,465 words.

synopsis: Rogue falls. It's not the first time he does.

October

Staring at ghosts | 911. probably my favorite thing ive written, thought it's also unfinished. 1,118 words so far.

synopsis: Haunted by what ifs, Buck struggles in his relationship with Tommy over the course of a stormy weekend.

last resort at the apple store | 911. originated in a discord because someone mentioned something about the 217 keeping tommy's phone away from as well. unfinished. 682 words so far.

synopsis:

Buck desperately needs a phone. So does Tommy.

Fucking Peter — and Apple's security — stands in their way.

December

sail away with me | 911. in my sad bucktommy angst era. part 1 of divorce au. 443 words.

synopsis: Buck and Tommy get matching tattoos. inspired by one scene in the movie Wild

i've known you a long time | 911 Lone Star. written for the Tarlos Secret Santa gift exchange for @lutavero. 1,599 words.

synopsis: On Christmas Eve, Carlos remembers a figure from his past, and meets it again in his present.

grocery store sequels | 911. part 2 of divorce au. 853 words.

synopsis: A year after his divorce, Tommy accidentally reunites with his niece and brother-in-law in San Diego.

and thats that! thanks to everyone who read and left a comment or a kudos on these this year!! thanks to @goldenskykaysani for beta'ing some of these.

do i maybe potentially have one more for the year that might be posted tonight? idk. does it maybe include reapers and tommy kinard? mayhaps. we'll see.

open tag for anyone who hasn't done this yet!

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #buck/tommy #evan buckley #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #red white and royal blue #doctor who #2024 fic round up #tevan #911 #911 lone star

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waayoutofline · 7 days ago

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Vigilante!Reader x Agent!Natasha

Summary: Natasha isn't having the best of luck in trying to bring one of the ex Hydras general down. You however may be able to assist her. Will you two be able to cooperate? Or is it your fate to always stand on opposite teams?

Warnings: Angst but a little bit of hope.

WORD COUNT: 5,1k

A/N: Hii! So I didnt forget about this story, I actually had it in my drafts for some time now--only that tumblr is totally screwing me up and all my links suddenly dont work anymore for some reaseon! But oh well. Anyways, this is the last part of this series :) For now I'll start focusing on other fandoms mainly, but that doesn't mean I wont write some drabbles here and there of the mcu girls or for this universe. Just trying to expand my horizons and creativity! I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day <3

“Oh yeah, absolutely not,” you deadpanned as soon as you saw Natasha’s means of transportation. You hugged yourself tightly, the shirt you had thrown on earlier doing little to keep you warm. Natasha looked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m not getting on your bat–…widow bike. That’s literally a death trap.” Your eyes wandered to the street the two of you were on. There was still traffic streaming through, even at this late hour, and you were sure you could hail a taxi or something.

She huffed. “Bat what? You literally crossed half the city on a makeshift path of ice, but a bike is where you draw the line?”

Rolling your eyes, you felt the tip of your nose growing colder and your cheeks heating up in contrast. Okay, when she put it like that, it did sound a bit ridiculous.

“That’s different! I was in control of the ice,” you protested.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Natasha shot back, her tone sharp enough to make you flinch. A flicker of regret crossed her face as she realized it. She sighed, reaching for the secondary helmet.

“Listen,” she began, voice softening slightly. “This is our fastest way to Horvat. All the other vehicles are escorting his van right now. You’ll just have to…” Her voice faltered as she hesitated over what she was going to say. Finally, she sighed and finished, “Hold on.”

She swung one leg over the bike and settled into the seat, hands gripping the handles firmly. You couldn’t help but notice how her fingers flexed and tensed against the worn leather of the grips, almost like a nervous fidget.

Reluctantly, you trailed toward the bike. She had pursued you all over town and still managed to catch up. Heart thrumming slightly, you followed her lead and mounted the bike. The next step—actually holding on—was done with even more hesitation.

Trying to regain your usual confidence, you finally reached out and grabbed onto Natasha, leaning closer to her for better support. “You know,” you said, your voice dripping with mock bravado, “if you wanted an excuse to get me all over you, you could’ve just said.”

She scoffed. “Just make sure to not take us both down.” Her reply was causal enough to resemble your typical interactions. You basked on the familiar mess of all, wondering if this night has changed it all for good.

“I’ll try.” Your mutter got muffled by the roatrign force of the chassis.

***

“Oh God,” you sputtered, dismounting the killing machine without even a fraction of the driver’s grace. Natasha watched in disbelief as you practically threw the helmet at her, your face pale as you fought off the dizziness.

“You good over there?” she asked, a hint of amusement lacing her voice as she stashed the helmets in the compartment. Gripping your stomach, you did your best to keep your last meal from making a reappearance.

“Good? I’m not good! You’re a maniac!”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha laughed for herself, spinning the keys in her hand. “So dramatic.”

When she turned her back, you stuck out your tongue in mock defiance. Once you finally regained your equilibrium, you reluctantly trailed behind her. If someone had told you that you would voluntarily set foot in a S.H.I.E.L.D. building, you’d have laughed in their face—or shot them, depending on your mood.

The location wasn’t particularly large, but it sufficed. The security system was in plain sight, cameras ominously displayed at every corner, leaving no blind spots. Yep, Fury was definitely a paranoid man. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you quickened your pace.

The halls were mostly deserted, save for a couple of lower-ranking agents handling assignments. They gave you confused or disgusted glances, which you returned with a cheeky wink. You knew you had a reputation around here.

After touching her comms, Natasha turned slightly, gesturing for you to head left. “Horvat is already waiting.”

Your hands fidgeted nervously. “Perfect,” you muttered as the two of you finally reached the interrogation rooms. Some held lower-class criminals, but your attention was caught by the familiar sight of slick red hair. You perked up, the reflective glass allowing you to peer into the room.

“So…” you started, breaking the silence. “What’s our strategy?”

Natasha glanced at you as she retrieved the identification card. “For now, just follow my lead.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

Before you could move, Natasha caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“I mean it. No funny business.” Her eyes shifted, the green hardening with traces of steel. That’s when you knew she wasn’t playing around.

But neither were you. Pulling your wrist free with a quick tug, you said nothing. For now, your silence seemed to suffice as she stepped into the interrogation room.

Natasha’s shift in demeanor was almost immediate. She stood tall, commanding, her face impassive—devoid of even a flicker of emotion. The transformation was unsettling, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Miss Black Widow, glad to see you made it out okay,” Horvat huffed amusedly, his tone dripping with mockery. He lounged back in the chair with overconfidence, his smug gaze flicking over to you only briefly. “And you’ve brought company. Never thought a hero like you would associate with the likes of them.”

Your fist clenched at his words. How dare he lump you and Natasha into the same box? You took a step forward, ready to retaliate, but Natasha cut you off with a sharp glance. Begrudgingly, you relented, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall, though your glare didn’t falter.

“We’re not here to talk about us,” Natasha said smoothly, ignoring his jab. She flipped carelessly through the file in her hands, her movements calm but deliberate. “We’re here to talk about you.”

Horvat scoffed, his confidence unshaken. “You seem to be wasting your time then. I’m a very busy man, Romanoff. Much more important than whatever vendetta you’re chasing.”

Natasha chuckled softly, though the sound carried no warmth. “Busy indeed,” she mused, her eyes scanning the pages. “Arms deals, smuggling operations, money laundering… You’ve got quite the résumé, Mr. Horvat.”

Horvat shrugged, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Business is business. You of all people should understand that.”

From your vantage point, you could see the tension in Natasha’s posture, though her face betrayed nothing. The air in the room grew heavier as she set the file down and leaned forward, her green eyes locking onto his.

“Business,” she repeated, her voice dropping a note. “Is that what you call shipping weapons to rogue states and endangering innocent lives? Just business?”

Horvat’s smirk faltered, just slightly, but he quickly masked it with a scoff. “You can’t pin anything on me. I know how this works. You’ve got nothing.”

Natasha tilted her head, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “That’s what you think.”

Her calm demeanor was unnerving, even to you. Horvat shifted slightly in his chair, the faintest crack in his façade. This wasn’t going to be a short conversation, but you could tell Natasha already had the upper hand.

And from your spot against the wall, you couldn’t help but smirk. You’d seen many things in your line of work, but watching Natasha Romanoff dismantle someone’s ego piece by piece was quickly becoming one of your favorites.

For all his bravado, it didn’t take long for him to crumble under Natasha’s overwhelming pressure. She knew exactly which buttons to push, the precise words to make his ego shrink. His once-neat hair was disheveled, his perfectly tailored suit rumpled, and his breathing slightly erratic. Suffice it to say, she got the intel rather quickly.

“This is all I have,” he muttered.

You scoffed at his pathetic state, your eyes sizing him up. After he finished writing down the name, you stepped forward, making your presence known again.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast. Now it’s my turn.”

Rounding the table, you stepped into the dim light, moving closer to the agent. When his tired eyes landed on you, the same lack of recognition dulled his gaze, igniting a subtle fury inside you.

“And what business do you and I have?” he asked.

Mimicking Natasha’s move from before, you slammed both hands onto the table, leaning in. “Oh, are you really going to sit here and tell me you don’t remember?”

He genuinely seems to try, but no reaction is sown into his expression. You huff, frustration prickling under your skin.

“Alright then, what about this, hm?”

With methodical precision, you tug down the neckline of your sweatshirt, ensuring Natasha doesn’t have a clear view. It’s like striking a match—terror instantly flares across his face, consuming the blank facade.

“No… you—you’re supposed to be dead,” he sputters, his voice trembling.

You chuckle darkly, the sound devoid of humor.

“Aren’t we all?” Straightening your clothes, you fix him with a piercing stare.

“Where is she?”

“…W-Who?”

You slam your fist against the table, the sharp sound reverberating through the room.

“Don’t play this game with me, Horvat. Where is she?”

“I-I don’t— The warehouse was ambushed! Everything got destroyed! We couldn’t recover anything or a-anyone—”

He looks as if he’s seen a ghost—one that haunts his every waking thought and denies him sleep at night.

”Raven…” Nathasa warned.

“Don’t lie to me!”

Fire courses through your veins, anger igniting every nerve as your hands lash out. With a swift motion, you flip the table aside, the screech of metal tearing through the tense air.

Before either Natasha or Horvat can react, you grab him by the lapels of his suit, yanking him upwards. You slam him against the concrete wall, the sickening thud of his skull hitting the surface only fueling your fury.

“Do you think I’m a fool? You were their weapon supplier, their lifeline for arms. “You knew their routes and cargo. Do you really want to test my patience?” you growled, hands trembling with barely restrained fury.

Unconsciously, the temperature in the room began to climb—hotter and hotter… and so did your hands. A sharp, agonized shriek erupted from him as his neck started to burn under your grip.

“Y/N! Enough!”

Natasha lunged forward to stop you, but the instant her hand touched your arm, a sharp pain shot through her. She recoiled with a hiss. Your body temperature had risen so high, you were practically sizzling.

Confusion and hurt flashed across her face. She knew about your water powers—she’d seen them in action countless times. But this… this was something else entirely.

Her pained yelp broke through the fog clouding your mind. You blinked, realization crashing down as you registered the scene around you. The man dangled limply in your grasp, coughing and gasping as the searing heat faded. Your grip slackened, and he collapsed to the floor, trembling.

But you didn’t even look at him. Instead, you turned toward Natasha.

Your mouth opened to speak, to explain, but the words caught in your throat when your gaze fell on her reddened, burned hand.

Shame and regret hit you square in the chest like a sledgehammer. Your hands dropped to your sides as your breath hitched. For the first time in a long while, you were utterly lost for words.

So she spoke for you.

“Out.”

One single word. One you were about to refuse.

“Out. Now.” she repeated, more firmly this time. Her stance straightened, harsh and commanding—the high-level agent in her taking charge. Defeated, you had no choice but to comply.

Once outside, she turned to face you, her sharp eyes sizing you up.

“What the hell was that?”

It sounded like a question, but there was no room for anything but an answer. Still shaken, you sighed, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I—I don’t know, okay? I might have… gone a bit overboard before, but—”

She scoffed, cutting you off.

“A little?” she exclaimed, disbelief dripping from every word. “That man has second-degree burns at the very least, and you’re telling me you just lost a bit of control? You weren’t in control at all!”

You opened your mouth to answer, but she wasn’t finished.

“No. You shut up right now,” she growled, stepping closer. “I’m sticking my neck out for you by bringing you here. Quite literally, I put my hand above the fire for you.”

The reminder hit hard, and your gaze dropped to the ground, guilt gnawing at you. But this wasn’t the time to shrink away.

“Well, I didn’t ask you to do that, now did I?” you shot back, your voice sharp.

Her brows furrowed at your defiance, but you pressed on. “We had a deal, Romanoff. I help you get him, and then I ask him what I want to know.”

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you inhaled deeply, willing the heat coursing through your body to subside. Slowly, you exhaled, trying to calm the storm inside you.

“Is it a woman?” she asked, her tone softer, though the weight of her words struck harder. She already knew the answer. “And what did he mean when he said you were supposed to be dead?”

Great. Now you were the one being interrogated.

“That has nothing to do with this,” you said, brushing the question aside.

“It has everything to do with this!” she snapped, stepping closer. “If this is personal, I can’t let you back in with him.”

Her words struck a nerve, making you bristle.

“That is not what we agreed on,” you said firmly, holding her gaze.

“Because you didn’t tell me anything from the start,” she countered, frustration lacing her voice. “If this is about someone you’re looking for, I can help you. I want to help you.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she raised a hand to stop you.

“But you can’t just walk in there and attack him like that. Not again.”

Her words were laced with sincerity, and for a brief moment, you let them sink in. You knew she meant it—knew that if you asked, she would help you.

But to let her in would mean revealing everything. Your past. The truth you had buried so deeply, it still haunted your nights. No. Some things were better left untouched.

“You’re right, okay? I lost control. But it won’t happen again,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. “Let me go back in. I know what kind of man he is, and while you’re standing there with me, he won’t take me seriously.”

She watched you, disbelief etched across her face. “There is no way I’m letting you go in there alone. You clearly have a personal grudge against him.”

“But I—”

“No. But nothing,” she cut you off firmly. “As hard as it is for you to believe, I’m doing this for you. I promised you a truce, but if you actually harm a captive here—in a SHIELD building—my superior won’t care for it.”

You scoff. “Oh please. You don't trust me enough, just say it.” Hesitancy makes it to her eyes, but she seems to push it far back her mind. Instead, she put her foot down.

”You are going in with me, or you aren’t going at all. And that is final.”

Your jaw clenched in frustration, head rolling back slightly. You wanted to push back, to argue —be your stubborn self— but you knew Natasha was at her limit. And a part of you still felt guilty about hurting her.

Yet, that same nagging voice reminded you of the truth—that no matter her words from before, she didn’t think you were capable. But what other choice did you seem to have?

“Fine,” you spat, the word dripping with bitterness, probably making you sound like a petulant child.

“Great,” she replied coolly, gesturing toward the door. “Now that we understand each other, let’s go back in there.”

As you moved past her, she reached out and caught your wrist. The suddenness of the gesture made you stop. For a moment, you blinked in surprise. After what had happened mere moments ago, you hadn’t expected her to touch you again so easily.

“Look,” she began, her voice quieter this time, a trace of something almost soft slipping through her usual composure. “I don’t know the details, but if that person you care for is in danger, I’ll help you get them back. Just…don’t try anything reckless.”

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The weight of her words settled over you like a blanket, the unexpected emptathy catching you off guard.

The fluorescent lights above cast a strange hue over the room, and for a fleeting second, you noticed how her green eyes seemed to shift. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in them, which confused you even more. She’d been burned by you, and yet…

You smirked, the familiar expression helping to conceal your true emotions. “You can’t seem to keep your hands off me lately, Agent. Should I be flattered—?”

Carefully, you grasped her wrist with your free hand, gently removing her grip and turning her palm upward. Her reddened skin was exposed, and you studied it closely. Thankfully, the rest of your body didn’t seem as hot as your hands had been earlier, and there didn’t appear to be any permanent damage. You exhaled in relief.

Focus. You needed to focus. If you were going to generate water, your mind had to be clear.

You closed your eyes briefly, conjuring the image of soft waves caressing the shore, retreating only to return again with gentle, soft motions. Slowly, a clean barrier of water formed around your hand. Redirecting it, you guided the water to her palm. It wasn’t freezing cold, just cool enough to alleviate the swelling and soothe the burn.

Her eyes followed your movements with almost childlike wonder, trailing the water as it enveloped her hand.

Then, something unexpected happened. The water began to shimmer, sparkling with an otherworldly green fluorescence. Surprise flickered across both your faces as you watched the redness of her skin fade, leaving behind its natural, pale hue.

Huh. You’d never done that before.

You’d always thought of your abilities as a curse, something meant to harm. But now, you were healing, and the revelation churned a storm of emotions within you. Turmoil, confusion, and maybe—just maybe—a flicker of hope.

Your hands lingered on hers, roughened by years of work but still soft beneath your touch. “...Or should I be worried?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Finally, you released her hand, stepping back and turning to face the door. Natasha seemed to hesitate, as if searching for the right words. She always looked like that—guarded, calculating. But this time, there was something else. Something like before, when you two were in that destroyed shop.

She’ll see you for what you are later than sooner anyways. Better for you both to avoid disappointment.

Eventually, she moved to stand beside you, wordlessly pulling the door open for you to enter. You chuckled softly, the tension breaking just enough for a hint of playfulness to seep through.

“Such a gentlewoman,” you teased as you stepped inside, hands sliding into your pockets.

Horvat’s reaction was immediate. He threw himself against the wall like a cornered rat, his eyes wide with fear.

“Th-this can’t be serious! Are you seriously bringing this—this freak back in here? Look at my fucking neck—”

Before Natasha could respond, the door slammed shut with a loud, jarring sound. The piercing wail of an alarm echoed through the halls, red lights flashing on and off in rapid succession.

Startled, you jumped, spinning toward Natasha, who looked just as shocked.

“What—Natasha?” you demanded, your voice rising as you tried to unlock the door from the inside. It was no use. The door was sealed tight.

“Natasha, what the hell is going on?!”

She was already at the control panel, her jaw set, her movements quick. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, the curse being muffled by the alarm. “The protocol’s engaged. There must’ve been a breach.”

You huffed indignantly, your frustration boiling over. “We had a truce! I swear to God, if this is some kind of trick, I—”

“Just calm down!” Natasha snapped, cutting you off as her hand moved to her comms. She nodded to herself, listening intently as someone on the other end spoke, then turned back to you.

“How is that possible? The location is supposed to be encrypted!” she demanded, her tone sharp with frustration. Whatever response she received must have been far from satisfactory, judging by the way her expression tightened.

“Fine,” she said curtly, exhaling in exasperation. “Just get into formation—I’m heading down.”

“…Someone hacked the system,” she explained, composed but tense. “They’ve triggered the lockdown protocol. Everything’s sealed.” Her hands flew across the control panel, trying to override the locks, but she froze when Horvat’s sudden laughter broke through the chaos.

“I knew it,” he said, grinning like a madman. “They just can’t let someone like me be captured. I sure hope you have enough manpower for what’s about to happen.”

Natasha gave up on the panel and turned to you, her expression grim. “It’s no use. I have to go check it out.”

“One minute ago, you wouldn’t let me go in alone, and now you’re leaving me here?!” You protested, hands against the window.

Reloading her gun, Natasha muttered commands into her comms, directing others to secure the gates. She looked back at you with a fleeting softness in her eyes.

“Yeah, well, that was before we could actually open the door, couldn’t we?” she said. Then, after a pause, she added, “ Stay here, and don’t do anything stupid.”

“Talking as if I had a choice…” you muttered, kicking the door as she exited, leaving you alone with Horvat and the unsettling tension in the room.

“He better be alive when I come back!” Natasha called over her shoulder as she disappeared down the corridor, catching sight of two agents rushing toward the north entrance.

“Has anyone assessed the threat?” she barked.

The younger agent, Katherine—Natasha thought that was her name—shook her head. “No, ma’am. But all the footage and electricity has been cut off. We have light thanks to the secondary generators.”

Sighing in frustration, Natasha finally arrived at the central control hub just outside the gates. The room was in chaos. A couple of ech analysts and security personnel were scrambling, screens flashing error messages. The main display read in stark, bold letters: SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED.

“What’s the status?” Natasha demanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

One of the tech analysts turned to her, sweat beading on his forehead. “We’re completely locked out, ma’am. Someone’s bypassed the encrypted firewalls and overridden the mainframe. The entire system is under external control.”

“That shouldn’t be possible,” Natasha said, her eyes narrowing.

“It shouldn’t,” the analyst agreed, “but it is. They somehow installed an external backdoor into the system—and still seem to maintain remote control.”

Natasha’s mind raced. Backdoors weren’t simple. Whoever did this was an expert. Her gaze fell on one of the screens that still flickered faintly with fragments of activity. “Well, can’t you trace it to the controlling device?”

Nervously, the man nodded, throwing himself into a rolling chair and furiously typing as he tried to make one of the laptops work. He mumbled something Natasha didn’t catch.

“What is it?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Hesitation flashed across his face as he glanced at her. “…This doesn’t make sense. The signal—it’s coming from inside the building.”

Natasha’s gaze shifted to one of the distorted screens, her sharp eyes catching something buried in the fragmented data: a black, feathered emblem embedded in the system’s override signature.

A cold realization swept over her.

“Raven,” she muttered under her breath.

“Just try to remove the block. Prioritize retaining the system’s stability,” Natasha ordered, her voice sharp over the comms.

Getting out of the central control room, she sprinted down the hall, rushing toward the interrogation room. What awaited her was nothing short of disappointing.

“Seriously, Natasha. It can’t be that easy to fool you!” you said, laughing as you held an unconscious Horvat in one hand and a remote in the other—another one of your clever gadgets. “You just fall for it, every time. Hm, perhaps I should have persuade theater.”

Before she could react, you pressed the button on the remote. The spot on the wall, which had appeared to be some kind of reinforced gel, detonated with a loud bang, leaving a sizeable hole for your escape.

“Raven! Don’t you dare!” she growled, trying to unlock the door, but it was no use. It was completely frozen.

“Hey, this isn’t easy for me either, alright? I mean, fuck, he’s heavy,” you grunted, opting to create more ice on the ground so you could drag him more easily by the lapel of his suit.

“We had a deal,” she tried, her voice edged with frustration.

“Yeah, well, sometimes deals just get rewritten,” you replied coldly, your eyes steely as the ice on the walls.

Natasha didn’t give up. She stepped closer to the reinforced door, her tone softening. “Don’t do this, Raven. You can still do the right thing—”

“She’s too important, Natasha!” you finally snapped, your voice rising with raw emotion. “I can’t just wait around for him to talk through psychological tricks. Every second I spend here, she’s in danger…” You paused, your voice breaking slightly. “Maybe she’s already dead, for all I know.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, your desperation and determination written all over your face as you glanced back at Natasha. And yet, a hint of sadness crosses you eyes.

“I am sorry, Natalia, truly. But you and I…we are worlds apart. So stop trying, okay?” Your voice is gentle now, as if trying to tune her down without really meaning to hurt.

Natasha’s expression softened. “You don’t have to carry this alone,” she whispered, her words barely audible as she reached out, but you turned away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, more to yourself than to her, as you pulled your prisoner through the hole. You werent supposed ot feel bad. You have done this more times that you could cont! So why were you so affected now.

You know why.

Your gaze softened as you took a breath, the bitterness still lingering as fresh air hit you. “The world already has too many heroes. So let me be the villain.”

You disappeared into the night, leaving Natasha staring helplessly at the jagged hole in the wall, her thoughts racing. Anger and frustration hit her square on the chest. Both her pride and ego were defensively brushed off by how you managed to fool her—again.

And yet, for all the frustration, she didn’t feel anger towards you—not really. Instead, your last words to her left her with something she couldn’t quite place. You had a way of making her feel that way.

She exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her comms. “Alert all units. Subject Raven has escaped with Horvat. Lockdown override was an internal breach. Sweep the perimeter immediately.”

“Ma'am,” came the reply. “We have a unit near her position. Do we engage?”

She hesitated, her gaze fixed on the hole in the wall as if you might come back through it. She saw your face in her mind—the glint of defiance, the flicker of vulnerability you’d tried so hard to hide. The need painted in your eyes that tugged at her heart.

“No,” she said firmly. “Do not engage. I’ll get her next time.”

The ring of her work phone broke her out of her focus, putting the safety on the gun and leaving it at the range. She didn’t even need to see the target to know she got a perfect score.

“Romanoff.”

“We found the Hydra general—beaten but alive. And a note. From her.”

A sight she didn’t know she held made her feel lighter, tension leaving her shoulders. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. Now she had one thing to do.

An hour later, she found herself doing something she didn’t know she’d ever do. Convince her team to bring you on their side.

She met their skeptical stares. “You know what she’s capable of. She’s not just a threat; she could be an ally. We need to bring her in. She’s perfectly capable and a huge help if we do it right.”

Steve crossed his arms. “Are you sure about this? She’s unpredictable, Nat. She isn’t afraid to… get her hands dirty.”

“Yes, but she has a code—a morality. I’m not saying it won’t be complicated at first to make her change her ways, but we should at least give her the chance. Despite her methods, she truly wants to do good.”

Clint nodded, but still doubted. He remembered Natasha’s endless complaints about you and your attitude. “This feels personal. You sure this isn’t a mistake?”

Natasha’s jaw tightened, and she looked them both in the eye. “She’s the call I didn’t take,” she said firmly, her voice thick with meaning. “Just like Clint didn’t take me out when he had the chance. And you know how that turned out.”

Tony smirked, breaking the tension. “Well, if your ‘friend’ is joining us, I’m having a very long conversation about how she hacked FRIDAY.”

“Focus,” Natasha snapped. “This isn’t about FRIDAY. It’s about doing what’s right. Are you with me or not?”

“Did Fury greenlight this?” Bruce asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh, of course. There’s nothing that old man loves more than to add another member to his little dysfunctional family—“ Tony cracked, but Natasha’s gaze silenced him.

Silence filled the room, but one by one, the team nodded. Natasha slipped the note into her pocket, her resolve as solid as ever. Whatever came next, she would see it through.

Afterwards, Natasha went to the balcony, the sight of the city familiar yet intriguing in its own way. Checking around to make sure she was alone, she exhaled as she opened the paper you left her.

Dear Natalia,

Don’t misinterpret this. I’m not going soft or anything, but I do feel bad about… well, humiliating you in front of your buddies. It wasn’t my intention, really. But, I did find my friend, and you did help me—even if I betrayed you in the end.

Consider this a token of appreciation, a little something for letting me go (which I know you did). Sometimes, this game of ours is the only thing that keeps me going, y’know? And besides—you weren’t a bad dance partner. You’ve got moves, Romanoff. I guess that’s part of your charm.

Always your favourite archenemy,

Raven

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