#v. marvel.
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
drekkavac · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
・  ─   𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖳𝖮𝖭.      finally  kissing  the  person  you’ve  been  pining  for  .
⋯  ・  ─  ☆  Their  lips  meet  in  that  kiss  ,  &  they  can  get  a  clear  picture  of  just  how  long  he's  waited  for  this.   It's  a  foreign  feeling  to  her  ,  likely  forever  would.   The  need  for  connection  for  the  former  assassin  was  always  𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧  for  them  compared  to  others.   Connection  was  a  nuanced  ,  convoluted  word  ,  that  couldn't  be  easily  explained  to  them.   So  instead  …  Left  to  remain  a  𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦  thing  to  ponder.   Love  was  felt.   How  could  it  not.   But  loving  Anya  was  so  often  like  loving  a  reptile.   That  love  looked  different  for  them.
Tumblr media
❝  Nice  t'know  you  missed  me.  ❞     They  tease  once  lips  part  &  they  could  look  at  @sonoftheshield.    ❝  Glad  t'see  you  didn't  go  too  crazy  while  I  was  gone.  ❞
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
drekkavac · 2 months ago
Text
Steve  wasn't  the  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓  driver  ,  but  they  were  what  they  had  at  the  moment  ,  &  Bucky  needed  to  be  with  Anya  in  the  back  with  his  daughter.  His  daughter  ,  who  was  currently  trying  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  to  hang  onto  that  promise  that  he  had  given  them.  That  they  weren't  going  to  die. 
That  was  mostly  because  in  that  moment  …  It  seemed  like  the  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  outcome  …  was  going  to  be  them  dying  a  very  unpleasant  death.  Anya  had  always  thought  it  would  be  a  little  more  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃  than  this  ,  but  beggars  couldn't  really  be  choosers.  Though  they'd  settle  for  no  death  at  all.
Tumblr media
Shivering  from  the  𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  ,  they  nodded  when  he  confirmed  that  they  weren't  going  to  be  dying  ,  &  did  their  best  to  try  &  relax  ,  despite  the  𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄  as  Steve  quickly  got  them  on  route  once  again  to  safety.  Unaware  that  HYDRA  seemed  to  be  taking  on  the  tactic  of  taking  them  out  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  ,  one  by  one.
❝  I  hope  you're  right  ..  ❞   They  muttered  ,  swallowing  down  the  𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  feeling  they  felt  trying  to  sneak  it's  way  out.  Their  eyes  closed  for  a  moment  ,  before  forcing  them  open  again  ,  &  looked  back  to  Bucky.   ❝  Cause  right  now  …  I  feel  like  CRAP.  ❞
@vintertsarn.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
@drekkavac
Tumblr media
Bucky felt like he was experiencing the entire world around him from UNDERWATER.
His hearing was muffled by the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, his vision was blurred, both from unshed tears and the sheer magnitude of the STRESS he was feeling...and he still had to persist through it all so that he could actually be of any real USE in the mission to save Anya's life.
He had grabbed the blanket that Steve had tossed his way and while they set to getting the HELL OUT OF THERE, Bucky kept his focus on his child. He was working in quick movements that were almost registered as autopilot for him, checking on their pulse and making sure that her breathing didn't STOP.
Beneath the surface of his panic and despair, Bucky had processed that Anya had been muttering names as he had ran with them in his arms. Names that he wasn't even entirely sure that she would KNOW any longer at one time. Now, as he ran through the checks for their vitals, he could hear the recognition interlaced with the PAIN AND FEAR.
Forcing a legitimate breath through his nose and exhaling so that he had enough oxygen to speak, Bucky put forth his BEST EFFORTS to reassure her. The smile that he wore was quivering, but he couldn't stop that from happening.
"No..." He shook his head with a quiet adamancy, before he moved to gently sweep away some of their hair that had stuck to their forehead. Bucky checked on her fever once more with the back of his hand as subtly as he could. Had they gotten even WARMER? No, that couldn't be POSSIBLE...
"No, you're not gonna die, babygirl, I PROMISE..." He had caught sight of Jamie out of his peripheral and his son was handing over a cold compress that he had activated to utilize in helping Anya. Bucky took the compress and nodded slightly in thanks before moving to gently lift Anya's head just enough so that he could place the cold compress at the back of her neck and laid her head back down after that with care.
"You're gonna be okay..."
Tumblr media
8 notes · View notes
spidefox · 4 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Suddenly, billiards obsession
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
jazzmasternot · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Thanks @hazelfoureyes for suggesting I make banners of these working on stickers and pens possibly bc I really like that idea!
Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell
860 notes · View notes
supercap2319 · 6 months ago
Text
Soldier Boy's smile is a wicked grin, his voice rough and dirty as he speaks. "Now, that's what I like to see. Two pretty boys making out with my dick... you're gonna be perfect for my fucked up world, aren't ya?" He looks down at Y/N and Peter. Both of them pay lavish attention on every inch of Soldier Boy's cock, hands moving in unison as they each pleasure a different part of his shaft. Their tongues flick over the sensitive head, then suckle on his balls, worshipping his masculinity.
"Fuck, that's good..." Soldier Boy groans out, his voice rough and low as he watches the both of them eagerly suck him off. "You both love my cock, don't you? You two little whores... make me cum..."
Y/N and Peter nod, moaning like bitches in heat as they pleasure Soldier Boy.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
393 notes · View notes
drekkavac · 1 month ago
Text
Tumblr media
             The  harsh  response  doesn't  𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  the  teenager  like  it  might  any  normal  teenager.   Far  from  a  normal  teenager  ,  or  normal  girl  was  Anya  Barnes.   They  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  had  been  ,  every  day  since  the  beginning  showing  nothing  but  promise.   Rising  to  every  challenge  &  proving  to  be  just  as  ruthless  as  her  parents  before  her.   The  perfect  weapon  if  she  could  be  molded  properly.
             Her  training  had  been  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘  handled.   Every  mentor  of  their  hand  picked  for  a  specific  effect  they  wanted  it  to  have  on  Anya.   All  in  order  to  strip  away  what  would  have  made  Anya  individual  ,  leaving  a  nice  canvas  for  them  to  use.
Tumblr media
             Standing  at  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ,  they  can  feel  the  way  the  air  shifts  while  she  circles  her.   Breath  even  ,  shoulders  remain  steady  despite  what  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  promote  ones  fight  or  flight  response.   Not  her  though.   If  anything  ,  that  fight  will  come  out.   But  only  at  the  right  time.   The  next  statement  though  ,  that  one  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  manage  a  pause  from  the  teenager.
             They  had  separated  the  two  ,  the  excuse  that   ‘  He  had  taught  them  everything  he  could  ’   &  was  needed  elsewhere.   Not  telling  them  the  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋  reason  being  that  he  had  gotten  too  attached  to  his  prodigy  for  what  they  would  have  liked.   Especially  seeing  as  it  had  eventually  led  to  Anya's  first  attempt  at  an  escape.
             Now  she  was  here  ,  with  a  new  teacher.   One  that  was  likely  expecting  an  answer.
             She  nodded  before  speaking.   Swallowing  down  before  speaking.    ❛❛  Да,  так  и  было.  До  недавнего  времени,  пока  его  не  перевели  в  другое  место.  ❜❜    She  probably  knew  all  of  this  already.   The  reason  for  the  brows  to  𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖  in  a  mix  of  curiousness  ,  &  confusion.    ❛❛  Он  и  тебя  обучил.  ❜❜    Again  ,  like  her  new  mentor  ,  it  was  spoken  as  a  declarative  statement  ,  rather  than  a  question.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
anya shakes her head at the young widow, a hand coming up in order to signal her to stop talking. " Мне плевать на твою растяжку. . . " her hand drops to her side and an sigh escapes her lips as she moves around the younger. . . she was examining her. reading her body language. the strength in her arms, the sharpness of her knuckles. everything. - it all came into play in the end. she moves around her again. a circling vulture. eyes picked apart everything she could to understand her trainee. to ensure they are learning what they need to with ruthless efficiency.
the elder widow stopped. she looked the other dead in the eyes. - she saw herself. young. twisted into something that was a widow, but also not an widow. was this why they wanted her to come out of her cage? because they wanted her to train herself? build another prizrak? the blonde pulls in an deep breath through her nose.
" ты тренировался с ним " it was not a question - a statement. the winter soldier trained her as well, just after she was given an version of the super serums that were passed around governments. of course, the red room had to have their own.
was that their plan here? to give this widow the same serum? they hadn't even let anya heal before making their move. the red room shot her down, dragged her into an cell, and told the other widows she was dead all so that they could remake her in their image. - without the red room, who would she have? she was alone.
Tumblr media
anya didn't hesitate. they wanted ruthless, and so they will have it. the elder widow hooked the others ankle with her own foot and pulling. she was fast enough to knock the younger to the ground flat on their back. she stepped back, waiting to see what the other widow would do next. this was her test - and how she was going to improve the other widow so that she was practically marble. ( @drekkavac )
5 notes · View notes
nex-has-gender-envy · 11 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
Bitchass pose
Ref below
Tumblr media
246 notes · View notes
bnecaz · 1 day ago
Text
Tumblr media
174 notes · View notes
upon-the-snow · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
a crossover absolutely nobody asked for!
711 notes · View notes
drekkavac · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
They  never  thought  they  would  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  make  it  to  that  happily  every  after  that  so  many  people  took  for  granted.   Even  if  they  remained  out  of  the  clutches  of  their  captors  ,  they  always  thought  they  would  live  their  entire  lives  feeling  like  they  were  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  something  that  everyone  else  around  them  had.   Someone  to  love.   In  whatever  form  that  took.   A  simple  desire.   Something  so  simple  …  It  often  times  seemed  like  a  𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍.   Not  always  ,  &  always  something  Anya  was  too  afraid  to  want  until  Marcus  had  come  along.
❝  Hopefully  we  can  at  least  hold  them  off  long  enough  to  make  a  quick  getaway.  ❞   They  joked.   Though  being  quick  was  going  to  be  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  compared  to  how  quick  they  normally  were.   Still  faster  than  most  ,  but  pain  when  you  breathed  hurt  no  matter  how  enhanced  you  were.   Anya  had  just  learned  to  𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄  the  pain  for  the  most  part.   ❝  Hopefully  the  currently  broken  ribs  can  still  join  us  on  said  vacation.  ❞   Another  joke.   A  dark  one.   That  was  the  usual  for  Anya.   They  were  never  good  at  jokes  ,  always  relying  on  the  only  thing  they  had  experience  with.   The  dark  stuff.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
a  soft  chuckle  would  come  from  marcus's  pursed  lips.  something  about  anya  made  him  feel  warm,  safe  &  comfortable.  he  cared  about  her.  TRULY.  his  callused  hands  gently  caressed  her  hands  as  he  sat  next  to  her  on  the  bed,  his  brown  hues  looking  into  hers.  "  anywhere  nice?  south  of  france?  venice?  or  somewhere  we  can  not  get  into  trouble..  "
Tumblr media
"  ah,  like  they  would  never  notice  us  not  answering..  we  work  on  our  own  terms..  "  that  bright  smile  that  often  remained  hidden  -  only  reserved  for  a  select  few  people  that  he  could  trust;  HIS  FAMILY  &  ANYA.  "  just  us.  a  nice  vacation,  no  broken  ribs;  no  bullets.  just  us  having  a  breath  of  fresh  air  for  once.  "
6 notes · View notes
florencebirdsong · 2 months ago
Text
you can run but you can’t hide
Tumblr media
Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal
summary: you sleep with one witch without killing her and suddenly your girlfriend has the time to hunt you down. Go figure.
Or, Agatha wants Rio’s attention and now she has it. Quick and dirty style.
tags: top!Rio, brief power!bottom Agatha, they are switches after all, fingering (both receiving), knife play, no blood description, biting, thorny vine restraints, possessive Rio, little shit Agatha
masterlist | ao3
authors note: this is early-ish in their relationship. Before Nicky but when Agatha is already well into her serial killer phase.
“Oh, Agatha~” Rio sings. 
Her voice comes from all directions. Running from the original green witch in a centuries old forest isn’t the best idea but Agatha is quite literally out of options.
A branch rustles but there’s a suspicious shadow in its opposite direction. Agatha aims slightly for the left of the branch and finds herself sliding into a ditch. Her muffling spell deadens the sound of snapping twigs and sliding leaves. She resists the urge to cast an illusion over her little dip in the ground. Not only would it not work on Death but it would be a dead give away to her. There’s leaves sticking to her face, roots poking her ribs and something sharp grazing her ankle but she doesn’t risk moving.
Leaves crunching in a steady pattern give away footsteps. 
“Agatha~” Rio sings out again, a dark edge to her voice Agatha hasn’t heard in a long time. A warning that she’s toeing the line, and not one of the fun ones they like to draw for each other.
Two steps closer and Agatha can see the edge of Rio’s silhouette. Her hand twitches but she doesn’t take the bait. They’ve been playing this game long enough for her to know better. 
Her restraint doesn’t matter. Rio already knows where she is. Shrubs grab at her and propel her into Death’s waiting arms.
“Got you,” Rio says with a cheeky grin before slamming her against a tree. Agatha tries to grapple with her but her breath has been forced out of her. Rio has her pinned within a second. “Someone’s been naughty,” she says.
“Can a girl not spend a night curing her loneliness?” 
“You know the rules. That is not how you get my attention.” Rio’s pulls her knife out and pokes into the soft flesh under Agatha’s chin.
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” Agatha says.
“Don’t tell me you’re being the jealous one, Agatha. You can summon me whenever you like,” Rio says as she trails the knife down Agatha’s throat.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the area’s a little bare of witches at the moment.”
“And yet you still managed to find one to bed,” Rio’s smile edges more towards a snarl.
“A green one too,” Agatha smiles as Rio’s snarl stretches further. “I knew that would get under your skin.”
“Oh, Agatha,” Rio knife digs in, “We both know the only thing under my skin is you.”
“Prove it,” Agatha snarls back. She goes for the knife but Rio digs it in deeper.
“Careful, sweetheart, you know what happens when my claws come out,” she slides her knife lightly along Agatha’s neck. Just enough to make a thin, red cut.
“They’re not out already?” Agatha asks. “Was me fucking another woman not enough?” 
Rio growls and throws Agatha to the ground face first. Agatha doesn’t get a chance to push herself back up. Rio jumps on top of her and she narrowly avoids slamming her chin into the ground. She expects at least a few more verbal jabs but Rio’s been pushed past her limit. She forces herself between Agatha’s legs, keeping her down with a hand pressing her head into the dirt, and tears off Agatha’s pants. Half a second later and she’s forcing three fingers into Agatha’s soaked cunt. They moan together.
It only takes three harsh thrusts for Agatha to stop being disappointed that the game is over so quickly. She pushes back onto Rio’s fingers and Rio’s grip tightens in her hair.
“If you’re so desperate then come,” she demands with a snarl. 
They’ve only just started yet Rio curls her fingers and Agatha finds herself right on the edge. Rio leans down and sinks her sharp teeth into the vulnerable skin on her neck and Agatha comes with a muffled scream.
Rio removes her teeth and laughs against Agatha’s skin.
“She must’ve been bad if that’s all it took,” she says.
“Who?” Agatha murmurs through her post-orgasm haze. Rio laughs again. She ignores Agatha’s whine as she gently pulls out and turns her over. She settles on Agatha’s hips.
“Who owns you, Agatha?” she murmurs as she runs her wet fingers down Agatha’s throat, enjoying the way Agatha basks in the attention. One corner of Agatha’s mouth twitches up.
“That witch,” she says. Rio’s fingers close around her throat. She doesn’t break eye contact.
“You don’t even remember her name.”
“I never even knew it,” Agatha says with that same teasing smile. 
What should cancel out her previous statement makes it burn hotter by the way she says it. Thorny vines shoot out to wrap around her wrists and ankles.
“I could just leave you here,” Rio threatens.
“You won’t,” Agatha says with such certainty it infuriates Rio. 
Another vine caresses Agatha’s throat before wrapping around it. She’s right. Rio has gone too long without her to leave her so soon. That doesn’t mean she has to satisfy her.
Rio begins grinding down and Agatha watches her with that same lazy smirk.
“Don’t get too cocky, Agatha. I’m going use you to come and then leave you here wanting.”
“Just like that other green witch did?”
Rio gnashes her teeth together. She resists the urge to sink them into Agatha again. Her anger will create too much force and she’ll break something. 
Instead, Rio leans down, never faltering in her rhythm, to breathe the same air as her love. She watches as Agatha drinks in every inch of her expression as she gets closer and closer. That cocky look turns into desire which then turns into pure want as Rio nears the edge. Rio’s eyes flutter close and she leans that little bit closer so her lips brush Agatha’s. Agatha tries to close the gap but the thorns cutting into her skin keep her still. Rio moans into her mouth.
A needy sound leaving her has Agatha squirming but it’s too late. Rio shudders on top of her and comes before Agatha gets a chance to fully enjoy it.
The desperate eyes that greet Rio are almost as sweet as her orgasm. She gently runs her fingers over Agatha’s cheek before gripping her face tightly.
“Don’t ever do that again,” she growls, her eyes creeping towards their other-worldly purple glow. 
Or what? Agatha wants to say but Rio’s grip is too tight. The challenge is still clear on her face and Rio’s nails lengthen to dig into her skin.
“You are mine, Agatha Harkness,” Rio hisses. “I can make you wish you were dead as much as I can make you feel alive.”
There’s a much darker note under Rio’s voice than Agatha is used to. Her challenging look turns wary. She doubts this game will ever stop being fun but that doesn’t mean nastier moments can’t sneak through. She doesn’t want Rio to doubt her devotion. That would be more dangerous than anything she’s attempted before.
“I claim you, Rio Vidal, Death, The First Green Witch,” Agatha declares. Rio’s eyes widen a fraction. “You are mine as I am yours, until the end of time.”
The words carry a hint of magic and Rio’s snarl slides off her face. 
“I am yours as you are mine,” Rio breathes with the same amount of devotion. A hint of desperation hidden by Rio sealing the vow with a kiss. Soft at first but quickly devolving into their usual hunger. 
Rio removes the vine keeping Agatha’s neck pinned, so she doesn’t have to break the kiss as she rises slightly on her knees and slips her fingers back inside of Agatha. Agatha moans into her mouth and Rio swallows it eagerly. She wants to devour her, merge their bodies and bind their souls as one. For now she settles for chasing Agatha across the continent and pulling every lick of pleasure she can from her.
Agatha’s magic snaps the rest of vines holding her down, thorns slicing her as she reaches for Rio. Her hands find the back of Rio’s neck and the bodice of her dress. Rio’s less punishing thrusts allow her room to guide the kiss. Her hand moves from Rio’s bodice to the skirts of her dress and tugs them up until she can get it under. She gives Rio the same treatment she’s receiving and slips three fingers into her heat, quickly matching her rhythm. Fingers curl, thumbs find clits, teeth scrape over skin and tongues dips into mouths. They become one moaning, writhing mess as they both reach their peaks before collapsing into each other.
Panting slightly, Agatha gently moves hair out of Rio’s face. She’s wearing that look that means she wants to consume Agatha but her eyes are flashing violet in the way that means too many bodies are calling. The strain of ignoring it is apparent on her face.
“Go do your job, Death,” Agatha releases her. “But don’t be so long this time, hmm?” 
“You won’t leave the next one alive,” Rio says firmly.
“There are other ways to torture you, my love,” Agatha says softly, like it’s a sweet promise. Rio’s eyes flash a deeper purple, no death magic lightening them. 
“I shall return soon,” she promises. 
Soon to death can be very different to life but Agatha accepts the promise with a kiss.
“Te veo,” Rio whispers against her lips before getting up and fading back into the dark. 
Agatha lies there for a along while, getting her breath back.
171 notes · View notes
drekkavac · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  .   ─   still  accepting  .
Tumblr media
❝  Okay  ,  so  I  know  I'm  all  about  not  TOUCHING  anything  in  my  apartment  .  ❞   They're  setting  up  for  something  .   Pulling  him  in  by  the  hand  into  her  Brooklyn  apartment  for  another  sleepover  .   They've  grown  ,  now  Anya's  comfortable  with  him  actually  staying  the  night  .   Something  that  always  takes  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  to  get  to  .   But  with  @renownedagent  Marcus  it  was  …  Easy  .    ❝  But  you've  been  staying  the  night  a  lot  lately  &  my  dad  &  I  still  wanna  do  our  traditional  runs  so  ..  ❞    As  they  reach  her  room  ,  Anya  pulls  him  to  the  wardrobe  ,  pulling  the  door  open  with  their  other  hand  to  reveal  a  bare  section  of  the  wardrobe  .   ❝  Now  you  have  a  space  for  your  stuff  .  ❞    They  had  gotten  the  advice  from  their  DAD  actually  .   Asking  when  the  guy  was  moving  in  .   They  weren't  ready  for  that  …  But  it  had  got  them  thinking  .    ❝  Only  if  you  want  of  course  .   Totally  up  to  you  .  ❞
Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
marvelsgirl616 · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
☺️🪷
187 notes · View notes
drekkavac · 2 months ago
Text
There  would  likely  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  come  a  day  when  Anya  wouldn't  be  attempting  to  pick  apart  their  memories  determined  to  seek  out  the  inaccuracies.  The  problem  with  watching  𝐒𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  be  taken  from  you  ,  you  could  never  really  stop  being  afraid  that  something  you  were  so  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  of  before  ,  ended  up  being  nothing  but  a  lie.
Any  sane  person  would  𝐑𝐔𝐍  for  the  hills.  Nobody  could  possibly  be  worth  the  trouble.  But  it  was  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  going  to  be  that  simple  between  Anya  &  Jamie.  She  should  have  known  better  really.  No  matter  the  circumstances  ,  they  would  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  have  one  another's  backs.  She  didn't  deserve  it  ,  nothing  would  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  make  her  believe  that  she  did  ,  but  it  was  something  that  in  the  end  ..  They  could  always  rely  on.
Mismatched  eyes  stared  back  at  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ones  that  he  had  ,  mirroring  her  own.  A  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋  thing  about  them  that  had  always  been  something  Anya  held  close  to  her  ,  until  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑  had  forced  them  to  hide  even  that  from  her  appearance.  He  was  right  though  …  Every  time  she  looked  at  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  ,  reminders  of  things  she  was  missing  in  life  would  come  creeping  back  to  pry  open  those  WOUNDS  again.
Tumblr media
The  thing  they  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐃  onto  with  a  vice  grip  though  ,  were  the  words  that  they  were  still  his  sister.  Even  if  she  didn't  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑?  Even  if  she  did  things  that  would  make  his  skin  crawl?  Even  if  she  became  a  completely  𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓  person  all  together?  Those  questions  ,  the  same  that  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  crept  up  when  they  were  alone  ,  came  flooding  back  ,  evident  in  the  𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄  look  their  eyes  gave  off.
Brows  𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖  though  when  he  mentioned  that  if  she  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  open  up  ,  then  this  was  going  to  be  their  fate.  Her  head  shakes  nervously.   ❝  I  want  us  to  be  okay.  ❞   The  words  are  𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄  at  first.  Their  voice  small  for  a  moment  before  letting  out  a  huff  ,  their  shoulders  sinking  slightly.   ❝  Everything's  just  …  So  fucked  up  ,  I  don't  even  know  where  to  even  START.  ❞   &  more  importantly  …  How  were  they  supposed  to  know  what  was  real  &  what  wasn't.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
@oozeyboozey
Tumblr media
He was upset at himself almost immediately after he had snapped the way that he just did at Anya. Once upon a time, Jamie wouldn't have unleashed so many bottled up feelings on to his sister.
Before they had defected from HYDRA, he barely spoke a word to ANYBODY, and while they were living in Canada, he had been so sick of being SELECTIVELY MUTE that he tried to talk to his sister and dad at every chance that he got. They were people that, tried and true, had never gotten ANGRY AT HIM for speaking.
Now, he was somewhere in the middle. In the worst way possible. It was like relational PURGATORY, where he knew that if he didn't speak, it would cause him problems with others...but if he DID wind up saying the wrong thing, or even the RIGHT THING at the WRONG TIME, it could send him relapsing into his inner child that just wanted to SHUT UP and hide away where nobody could find him.
The constant torture of the anxiety had apparently been building for too long though, culminating into this moment.
Great job, GENIUS, if she didn't hate you before for letting her down, she's got even more reason now for you BERATING HER...
His CENSURING VOICE within his own mind was loud...but it was Anya's eventual answer that felt like he'd been run down by a SEMITRUCK. Jamie's entire body felt numb for a second, as though his blood had just STOPPED moving through his veins. His shoulders sunk lower, but his muscles weren't exactly RELAXING. No, it felt more like they were trying to CRUMBLE. Give up.
While he hadn't been entirely sure on the extent to which Anya had her memories tampered with, he still couldn't have imagined the magnitude of the weight it must have been on her. She was extremely intelligent, her mind was just as much in overdrive as Jamie's own often was...so it must have led to a HYPER AWARENESS of there being SOMETHING MISSING.
And on top of that...V had personally taken any connection that she had made him privy to. In a moment of vulnerability and confusion, she had come to him with the memories and as punishment they had been TORN AWAY from her completely.
A rough breath exhaled from his nose as his chest rose and fell visibly, his head turning away from her as he blinked back the wetness in his eyes. When he turned back to face her, the tears were still welled in his hues.
"It MATTERED," he countered with a firm tone that had required him to summon all of his courage to speak, "you remembered your FAMILY, and it fucking mattered, Anya, and y'know how I know that...?" His question was rhetorical and he gave her the answer as he took a small step closer to her.
"I know that because it scared th' SHIT outta them that you remembered me at all. Me OR dad. They did everything they COULD to try to make you forget completely, but it's all still up there." Jamie pointed at his own temple for emphasis on Anya's mind and how it was SALVAGEABLE. He took a breath and shook his head slightly, allowing his hand to fall back to his side.
"Anya, even if you still didn't remember anything about me, you'd still be my SISTER. I'd still WORRY about you, and I'd still wanna be able t' TALK t' you..." His throat felt a little tighter but he pressed on.
"If we keep at this though, this...silent treatment, avoidance BULLSHIT...then no. It didn't matter, because it can't matter, because I can't matter. PLEASE, Anya..." Jamie met her eyes directly at that junction of his impassioned statement. This time, his voice broke under the strain of his hurt though.
"I can't...I can't do this alone," he reasoned, "an'...nobody but you is ever REALLY gonna know what it was like."
Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
fio-art · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Dante for color wheel challenge
3K notes · View notes
spidefox · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Dating
286 notes · View notes