#dear god my handwriting was terrible

[metamatronic]

some of the old cast! it’s kinda crazy looking back at my old BATIM art, ngl. but it’s nice to see that i’ve improved!

#batim #joey drew #henry stein #sammy lawrence #norman polk #wally franks #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #art #doodles #meta talks #digital art #i even used the old brush i used to use! #probably won’t again though cause it’s sort of miserable to use now lol #dear god my handwriting was terrible #back to regularly scheduled fnaf soon

[desire-mona]

siiiigh. todd autism headcanons because im projecting.

(using they/he/she pronouns for todd in this post. will explain but also if u dont agree i dont care, tw for alcoholism. time period is vague but autism hasnt existed as a legitimate medical diagnosis for all that long, so keep it in mind i guess.)

- cannot for the life of him stand welton's blankets. so itchy, just thin enough to not warm you up enough but still make you sweat, not long enough to cover your entire body. yes im making the blanket line in their poem about actual blankets, a boy needs to vent somewhere.

- beyond terrible temperature regulation, ALWAYS just a little too hot which is made worse by her sensory issues when it comes to wet fabric. constant slight agony and it never really goes away. theyre about 5 minutes away from crying about how uncomfortable they are at all times.

- had god awful handwriting until high school, like his teachers could BARELY read his handwriting it was Bad. OOOOOH OH MY GOD THERES A TRAIN GOING BY I CAN HEAR IT HONKING this is a really ironic thing to be pointing out rn but its sooooo worth mentioning. its still honking this is fun. 🚂. anyway. her parents made her spend an entire summer fixing her handwriting bc that was like the One thing her teachers criticised. its Fine now but their motor function simply doesn't deliver in the handwriting department.

- had a VERY INTENSE special interest in aquatic life + marine biology growing up, like read every book about any ocean animal in any library intense. his parents eventually forced him to abandon it because its "not a good career focus" but he still perks up when anyone mentions fish. once talked neils ear off about the biodiversity of coral reefs for roughly 2 hours, neil took her to an aquarium for their first date. rip todd anderson you wouldve loved spongebob squarepants.

- looooves pets, namely cats, but they have Too Sweaty hands all the time so any animal fur sticks onto their hands and just feels. so awful.

- had a brief period in his 20s where he was definitely an alcoholic, started as a social drinker but got too addicted to the feeling of not having to adhere to social conventions quite as hard, especially around other drunk ppl. eventually went sober after they realised they just Cant Stand the feeling of a hangover anymore. autistic ppl r more likely to develop a dependency on alcohol if we do start drinking. just btw.

- gets a Pretty Expansive vocabulary after actually starting to pursue literature. sometimes his family lightly teases him about using big words but it confuses the hell out of him. its just a word she thought would apply best!!

- soooooo obsessed with what other ppls idea of them is, both in an anxious way and out of genuine curiosity. would never ask ppl what they think of her bc she thinks thats 1) very broad 2) seems compliment fish-y and 3) just gonna lead to "i think ur great/ nice/ whatever filler compliment." but the dream is to sit someone (neil) down and just ask him every single question possible about how he perceives him.

- asks a billion clarifying questions about anything someone asks him to do, gets anxious about how many questions he's asking, tries to just figure it out, freaks out about the possibility of getting it wrong, ends up doing the thing perfectly. weekly occurrence.

- never fully grasped the appeal of religion (most definitely grew up catholic or christian or Something) just bc she could NOT let the lack of proof go. ALSO not an atheist bc the vastness of space scares them out of it. religious beliefs r a weird topic for them.

- suppresses a good chunk of his stims in public bc One total time someone looked at him weird while he was chewing on a sweatshirt string and he was like i gotta stop NOW. eventually develops tics and has to mask THOSE in public too. dear god someone let this girl unmask. also i started ticcing while writing that bc my body does this great thing where i only tic when im reminded of the concept of ticcing. its great and totally doesnt make me think im faking them (faking for who? dunno bc it usually happens when im alone)

- DOES in fact stim around neil bc NEIL STIMS TOO!!!!!!!! joyous day when they found THAT out! gets vocal stims of random lines from whatever play neil is practicing for. YEAA ART THOU THEEEEREE was a vocal stim for a solid week and a half which made neil VERY excited (autistic neil. how i love u autistic anderperry)

- velcro is The most evil vile disgusting material to ever grace this mortal realm. he hates it more than anything ever and i mean that fully. the feeling of BOTH sides, the noise, how easily it comes apart, she hates it all.

this is the gender part

never really viewed gender and gender roles as anything to adhere to beyond the fear of punishment if they dont. finds any social convention relating to gender to be Really dumb and meaningless, bc gender isn't (scientifically) real in any capacity, so why treat it like that? for the longest time just shrugged and said "eh, i guess im a boy" bc thats what she was used to being told, and didn't feel particularly drawn to agree OR disagree. eventually realised on a late night that Wait. i dont Actually care what i am. like yeah im a Male i guess but also im just me. my brain doesnt have a gender and i basically am my brain, right? and then never really thought about it again because that's genuinely how little he cares. adhering the most to canon with that mindset, she never really tells anyone (for obvious reasons on top of the overall apathy) and just lets the he/him happen to her but. in my dream world? agender they/he/she todd anderson. and this is MY blog so those are the pronouns im using from now on. i will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl very often view gender differently than allistic ppl, will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl are more likely to be trans. autism!!!

also yes that entire paragraph is just my view of gender, change the pronouns and the todd mentions and its just me. what of it.

#desire mona #YAYYYYYYYY TODD AUTISM POST #do yall want a seperate autistic anderperry hc post cuz i can do that #genderqueer todd i love you so much #dead poets society #todd anderson #anderperry #the todd spectrum #actually autistic #banger

[punsmaster69]

3/JAN/20XX

[The handwriting is basically chicken scratch. It's recognizable as distinctly not being Sans' handwriting.]

Hi.

Hello-

Should I write that in a journal? It's not mine, so...??

How does he usually format it?

Everyone else figured it out..

Okay! I'm just!! Going to.

Write.

"Are you sure you will be alright to do this, Sans?"

"not like i can lay around and do nothin'."

"distracting is the easiest part i could be doing anyway."

"If you are certain."

"You and Mettaton are in charge of getting the decorations up, it was?"

Mettaton looked at me, then back to Toriel with a nod.

"Mhm."

"Blooky, dear, you can play birthday tunes, can't you?"

"...i can.. find something, probably..."

Undyne raised Frisk's arm, lifting them off the floor just slightly.

"We'll help with the cupcakes!!"

Frisk, unphased, gave a thumbs up.

"Grillby will be keeping in communication with Sans, ensuring it goes smoothly."

"Flowey, will you still be on watch with him? As a precaution."

"In case Trashbag can't keep Papyrus away long enough? Yeah, yeah. Sure."

"pretty much."

Toriel started like she was going to say something to Flowey, but released it with a sigh.

I think she's given up on scolding him for that nickname anymore. It's just what he calls Sans now.

Despite that, sometimes it seems like he might kind of...

Kind of like Sans?

A little?

"Trashbag, you better not keel over while we're doing this."

"You'll make everyone's jobs harder."

Maybe?

"At least wait until the fifth to die."

Might just be hopeful.

"He is not dying."

"that'd be a terrible birthday present."

"Death as a gift..."

"Sounds like a sick metal band or something."

"O-Or like, a one-liner in an action movie!"

"Not to break the convo, dears, but don't you think Papyrus will be getting suspicious here shortly?"

"he's already started sending question marks in the group chat."

"Well. If all is set and agreed, then all that is left is to wait for tomorrow."

"Thank you for allowing us to use the space, Grillby."

Grillby nodded at Toriel and she nodded back.

Me and Undyne walked with Sans back to his house. She says she's following in case Sans topples over.

Considering that Sans pretty much spent the entirety of the week (technically not a week fully but like almost a week so I'm counting it as a week-) barely able to get off the couch (or out of bed) without looking like a poorly balanced display skeleton in the wind, I get where she's coming from.

It's kind of concerning that he's behaving so normally today.

At least he let himself return to the couch upon getting home.

Papyrus was concerned as to where we disappeared with Sans to, but he ensured him that it was his idea.

"just wanted a quick visit to grillby's real quick."

"GRILLBY COULD PROBABLY BE CONVINCED TO COME HERE, IF HE KNEW THE SITUATION..."

"and take him out of work? it's fine. gotta get back on my own two feet at some point."

Oh my god.

I didn't even say what we were doing.

Papyrus' birthday is tomorrow.

Sans wanted to arrange a surprise party to raise Papyrus' sprits after all the stress lately.

Specifically noting that he doesn't want it to be the kind where everyone jumps out.

"paps is already jumpy from being anxiety-riddled all the time lately."

"being the cause of that anxiety already, the last thing i want is to make it worse by scarin' him."

Sans does video calls with his therapist sometimes, maybe Papyrus could use that kind of thing as well...

#undertale #journal #alphys #sans #papyrus #toriel #undyne #frisk #flowey #mettaton #napstablook #grillby

[hauntedwitch04]

Secret lovers

Morpheus x Godess!Reader

Words: about 0.7k words 

Warnings: None, just fluffy 

Author’s note: Hi love! I finally wrote again after two months and it felt so good, but before I could not write because I was totally full with school and than I had a terrible flu. I wrote it as the reader is Hecate, because I love her and her power. 

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You can't help but smile as you see the small gift your lover has left on your throne. You take it in your hands and read the title of the book that was just left for you, as you realize that a note is hidden inside. I take it carefully and see that it is nothing but Dream's handwriting, and I can't help but smile even more like a silly little girl in love with her first crush. I read the note carefully.

"To my beloved, who has bewitched me since our first meeting with her cursed eyes, casting a spell on me from which I cannot and will not break free. I miss you, please meet me in our place when night falls. I love you.

Forever yours, your humble servant."

I clutch the letter to my chest before hiding it, hearing the throne room door open and the faithful guard speak to me.

"My Lady Hecate, the librarian of the Kingdom of Dreams requests an audience with you, to discuss a book." She says bowing, I nod hastily and wave her in.

Lucienne enters smiling as my guard leaves us alone in the room.

"Hecate, lady of magic and of all witches, it is a pleasure to see you again." She says, continuing to maintain the facade we are obliged to keep. Sogno and I have been lovers for centuries now, but because of bad relations with her family, she is afraid that if they knew that about our relationship, something might happen to me.

I run to hug her, and she merely reciprocates that gesture of affection.

"I have missed you my friend." I say while still holding her in my death grip.

"You too my dear." She replies.

"Why are you here? I just saw Sogno's message. Something didn't happen, did it?" I ask anxiously as I look into her eyes.

"No, don't worry, nothing happened. My king, however, was dying of anxiety in not knowing whether I had received his message and whether I had come this evening, so he asked me to accompany you." She says as she looks up at the sky, smiling, only to darken for a moment. "You know lately Desire has been causing him a lot of trouble, and he's just afraid for you. Every second I see him not busy with the realm, I see him pining in terror of losing you,, he's afraid it will happen as with-"

"With Calliope and Orpheus." I finish for her with the same veil of sadness. "I understand, I've been very worried lately, too. I haven't heard from her in a while."

She smiles and nods at me, before reaching out her arm to embed it in mine.

"Then I'd say it's time to go to him and end everyone's worry." I smile and nod as we leave the room and make up yet another 'excuse to get away from my lover.

The only people who know about the history between me and the dream lord are my trusted advisor Thali and Lucienne, and I can't help but be glad about that because they are two of the people I trust the most.

In a few easy steps I find myself in our favorite hangout, a beautiful flowering forest with a bench on which we often sit and chat or just quietly enjoy each other's presence.

As soon as I see his messy hair and long black coat I start running toward him, wrapping my arms tightly around my chest, while my heart can't stop beating wildly. He does the same, putting his head in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent.

"God, how I have missed you my love." He says, and finally in that moment, in hearing his voice, I can say I feel at home again.

#morpheus x reader #hauntedwitch04's writing #becky's writing

[madamefluffnstuff]

Long Distance

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Naryu Virian x GN!Reader

Rating: T

Warning(s): Mentions of assassins, political assassination in a medieval-esque fantasy setting, long distance relationships, overall fluff.

Words: 700

AN: I noticed our favorite Morag Tong assassin doesn't get much love on here. I wanted to fix that.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Naryu stretched herself out on the inn bed, sighing in relief. Another contract finished- quite cleanly too, she thought to herself. Varon would be pleased. This particular "victim" managed to weasel their way to the top of the Morag Tong's hit list while simultaneously being extremely difficult to track. But Naryu Virian is nothing if not resourceful, and a few discreetly slipped coins (along with a cheap bottle of wine) soon got her the answer she was looking for.

However she couldn't leave town just yet; she entered under the guise of a pilgrim on a journey to honor the Ancestors. Luckily for her there was, in fact, a shrine not too far from the little hamlet. To leave so suddenly would raise alarms, and the guild would be quite cross with her if there were suspicions of their involvement.

No, another day or two should suffice. It would give the assassin enough time to solidify an alibi, gather some supplies for the trip back, and make her escape.

If everything went as planned she'd be gone before they found the body.

Suddenly the sound of running water filling a wash basin filled her ears. A thought came: a hot bath sounds delightful right about now. Not only as a treat for a successful mission, but also to make sure she got all the blood off. As she stood up to request a private bath, her foot bumped her knapsack and a small envelope slipped out of the opening.

Her eyes widened a bit, how did she forget about that? After all, it was hand delivered by a courier just this morning. For a brief moment she had thought her cover had been blown until she saw the handwriting. The Dunmer woman knew that handwriting from intimate experience. Many surreptitious notes passed back and forth from the owner, along with many maybe-not-so-discreet glances across crowded rooms. One of those notes and glances even lead to a late night meeting behind some stables for a heated and passionate kiss.

Naryu snatched up the letter and plopped back on the bed as she very carefully broke the seal.

"N,

I hope this letter finds you well. Not getting into too much trouble, right? Though knowing you, my sweet, you're getting into all kinds of trouble.

Things are relatively well. I'm back in Vvardenfell helping the Mages Guild recover some old tomes. It's a bit dull, but the coin is good. Right now I'm in Seyda Neen, where I will then make my way to Vivec City. We'll see what happens after that.

I miss you terribly. Things just aren't the same without you, especially when I don't get to hear your voice. I'd like to swap stories with you again when we meet up. Mine are not nearly as exciting as yours but I know you like to hear them anyway.

You're probably on a mission right now, so just make sure to stay safe and be careful. Write back whenever you can, my dear.

All my love,

V.

P.S. Come visit soon. The dogs miss you."

A dreamy sigh escaped her lips. "V" for Vestige. Most people knew them as a war hero, a savior, maybe even a walking good luck charm, depending on who you asked. But Naryu knew them as someone else- they trusted her enough to tell her their story, of Mannimarco's betrayal, Coldharbor, and losing their soul to the God of Despair and Domination... it was crazy to hear.

Even crazier to think they'd trust her, an assassin, with such a secret.

Those in her line of work were discouraged from having romantic relationships, so Naryu was definitely pushing some boundaries by having this long-distance one. However what Varon didn't know wouldn't hurt him. As much as she wanted to keep the letter she knew it would be best to get rid of it. The fireplace downstairs would work nicely...

But that could wait until tomorrow. For now she was going to read it over and over again and hear their voice in her head until the sun rose for a new dawn.

It would suffice until she could hear it again with her own two ears.

#elder scrolls online #the elder scolls online #eso #naryu virian #fluff #elder scrolls fluff #long distance relationship #love letters #writing #gender neutral reader

[twst-om-lover]

This is an OC thing I wrote so uh enjoy!! It’s fluff, with a suggestive line but it’s just meant to be a fluffy thingy! Enjoy this very much self indulgent thing!!! It's meant to be an OC x Oc thing but can be read as an OC x reader because it's from an OCs perspective and I never named the second oc!

Everything hurts, why does everything hurt? I was in bed, surrounded by soft things, nothing should hurt. Wait, was I sleeping on my back weird again, gods I hate it when I do that. 

“Time to wake up, love. We’ve got to get down to the next town if you wish to keep on your schedule.” I whine and cuddle into the warmth I’m being…held by? Who cares warm and feels like snuggles…. 

“Come on now, Love. I know you’re comfortable, but we have to get up. The others are waiting on us.” Wait what the fuckkkk that voice is real that strangely British and smooth voice is so real. I shoot up and stare, very confused, at the oh so attractive elfin man in front of me.

“What the…fuck?” I still sound like myself…so not everyone is weirdly British for New Orleans. “Wait who are you, where…are we what the actuall fuck…’ I mutter looking around extremely confused. The…oh so attractive elf just chuckles and smirks at me. 

“I see your memory has reset again dearest. I’m your boyfriend, Avión. You dearest-“ He’s getting out of the bed and holy shit abs. I stare at his stomach trying to fight the urge to bite him and add to the already numerous bite marks covering him already. I feel a hand tilt my chin up to meet his smirking expression. “You didn’t hear a thing I said, did you dearest?”

“Not at all…” I mumble, feeling suddenly like telling him the truth was the best option.

“Oh hells you really are just…” he pauses, taking a deep breath before pulling away and putting clothes on. Oh I’m naked too, and…covered in hickies… Well that would explain why everything is so sore.

“Get some clothes dearest, I’ll grab your journals so you can read what all has happened.” I nod at his words, grabbing a large white pirate remanicant shirt and some black pants. I leave the tent I woke up in, gods this is reminiscent of Baldur's Gate Three or a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. I look around confused and Avión waves me over to sit by the fire with him. I walk over and sit down and get handed a book, one filled with my handwriting.

This had happened before, according to the tally I’ve kept, about twenty or so times, everyone was used to it. 

I’m twenty three now? I was sixteen last I remembered…. I whimper and put the book down and just sit pondering what’s happening.

I was in New Orleans before, home, in my bed reading fanfic, and now I’m here with this group of British fantasy people. I’m the bard of the group? I’m so confused. At least this world is beautiful, and having a stupid hot boyfriend (?) doesn’t make it absolutely terrible.

 I’m not alone, that’s comforting, past me wrote a lot about them all. Most of the book is about Avión, how kind he is, how comforting, some notes about his likes and dislikes, and a good page’s worth of information about the parties’ dietary restrictions and preferences. 

I really care, cared? Doesn’t matter, I clearly hold them dear and close to my heart. This feels weird, fuzzy, warm, yet heavy. I look around at the smiling faces of people I wrote about as friends and called “My dearest companions.” This world feels weird, I can feel something akin to oil with glitter in it thrumming in my veins, prickling at my soul, pulling me to sing or burn something. 

I put the book down and stand, pacing to get rid of the feeling of glitter in my veins and soul. It didn’t help. Avión comes over and grabs my hands.

“Dearest can you say this for me?” he asked softly, handing me a scroll with a phrase on it. I mumble the phrase and he smiles as my hands glow yellow. The yellow spreads to him before fading and he smiles at me before letting me sit alone again. 

He knows me so well, doesn’t he… Twenty one times, this is my…our twenty first time dealing with a memory reset. I still find it weird that I’m the only one not British, but it’s fine. This world is warm, I’m cared for by this odd group of people, and the me that wrote this was very happy. I’ll get used to this world again, I hope so at least. I’ve done it twenty times before. I add the twenty-first tally to the back of the book and give it back to Avión before sitting next to him as he stares into the fire in front of us. 

“So…we love each other?”

“That would be correct, dearest.” I shyly take his hand and he rubs my knuckles comfortingly. “It’ll be okay, lovely. You’ve forgotten before, you’ll remember soon.”

“Okay.” I mumble softly and smile weakly at him. I really do hope it all turns out okay.

#my oc stuff #Oc story #Fluff

[the-heaminator]

@crumpled--notes I'm sorry the art is not very good in any way shape or form and Ivan is sideways for some reason, I do still hope its satisfactory for the art trade though!

"Translation" (owing to my terrible handwriting) under the cut

Ivan Braginsky

“Recently” turned (it was nearly 250 years ago) hencewhy he dresses like that, sort of leaned into the vibe too hard.

About 30-35 physically.

the boobies of a god i hope you see that.

Has werewolf bf (Alfred)

Loves his scarf, it was made by his older sister Katya who refused to become a vampire or dabble in the dark arts to become immortal, and died about 200 years ago, meaning the scarf is very dear to him. It has been mended so many times that there is scarcely any of the original cloth remaining.

Hears all your bs

Is chubby, this is important information.

Natalya Arlovskaya

Younger sister of Ivan, dabbled quite deeply into the dark arts to become immortal.

Currently dressed to the nines for a hot witch date (with Erza)

Also about 250 though physically she is 25.

Katya gave her the necklace before she fully went into the dark arts, and it is incredibly close to her heart.

Is currently flirting.

Deals with her stupid brother and even stupider bf all the time, it is actually kind of funny the shit they get themselves into.

A witch specifically relating to demons, spirits and the likes

#hws belarus #hws russia #the heam draws #i hope you like itttttt its not very good but i hope its decent

[kmackatie]

2, 22, and/or 28 for weird questions for writers :)

thanks for asking, friend!

(ask me a weird writer question)

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

Oh god, like, I could, but my handwriting is terribly messy and inefficient over long stretches of time. It gets worse and worse the longer I write, though I do take work meeting notes by hand but they often have to be interpreted after. Maybe I should give it a go with a ficlet one time just to see what it is like!

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Oh, chaotic af. My notes are either at the top or bottom of whatever document I'm writing in (occasionally they end up in their own 'notes/outline/planning' doc if it's a longform fic), and more often than not they are copied Discord conversations where I have been spitballing ideas at friends. I do have a Discord channel in my private server for plot ideas and lines of dialogue as they come, but it's not organised in any sense.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Hmmm this one changes for different fics and different reasons? I think, the one that will always be near and dear to my heart, is musicians au Lythir. While he shares name and visage with Matt's NPC, at this point the specific version of Lythir in my head feels very much like an indulgent oc. I've had a lot of fun building him out in the world and giving him a fleshed out personality. In other fics, Jester and Caduceus are always favourites too.

#burningdarkfire #weird writer asks #my writing #ask katie #katie replies

[willowshimmer]

I'll do a Christmas Flowershoes story tomorrow so here's this

Kidnapped

3rd person pov:

Li Ning was in the shoe store working.

As he was about to close he saw smoke appear around him and the next thing he knows he has a bag over his head.

Still 3rd person pov:

Nezha and Mk are talking while eating some noodles until...

*CRASH*

A brick is sent flying through the window with a note attached to it.

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF IT'S THOSE SPEEDY PANDA FREAKS I SWEAR THAT'S THE SECOND TIME THEY BROKE MY WINDOW!!!"- Pigsy shouted as he picked up the brick.

"It's addressed to you Nezha"- Pigsy said as he handed Nezha the note.

"Huh? Who would send a letter to me like that?"- Nezha asked as they grabbed the letter.

The letter has TERRIBLE handwriting but Nezha was able to understand.

It read-

"Dear Mk and others

We have kidnapped you're friend with blue hair and glasses.

If you want him back YOU WON'T

-The golden silver demons-"

In red crayon....

"Mk who are the golden silver demons and what do the want with my boyfriend?"- Nezha asked confused.

"They're names are Jin and Yin and they always try to find away to defeat me but always fail and they're trickster demons but they don't know that he's you're lover so when you show up they'll probably surrender idk"- Mk answered knowing that they'll surrender once they the third lotus prince at their doorstep.

"Well then let's go save my boyfriend..."- Nezha said grabbing they're staff.

Li Ning pov:

"Where am I?"- Li Ning said as he started to wake up.

"You're in our lair..."- Two voices said coming from the middle of the room.

The lights turned on revealing two demons.

One had orange skin and gold hair.

And the other had blue skin and silver hair.

"Who are you?"- Li Ning said while struggling to untie himself from the chair he was tied to

"You're worst nightmare.Jin"- The Golden demon said.

"And Yin."-The Silver demon followed.

"THE GOLDEN SILVER DEMONS!"- They said in unison.

"Okay...?"- Li Ning questioned.

"So what are you guys gonna do with me torture me, hold me hostage."- Li Ning asked jokingly.

"Actually we're gonna hold you hostage."- Jin says with a wide grin across his face.

"Our plan is that when we kidnap you Mk will try to rescue you but we will lie saying that we will kill you and then he'll surrender and then he'll be vulnerable"- As Yin explains the plan Li Ning can feel the ground shaking and is wondering why?

*BOOM*

"WHO DARES KIDNAP MY LOVER!?"- Nezha busts in fully fired up with Mk behind him.

"P-p-pr-PRINCE NEZHA!?!?!"- Jin yells clearly scared for his life.

"Hi I'm also here."- Mk says holding his staff.

"WE ARE SOOOO SORRY WE DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS YOU'RE LOVER!"- Jin and Yin say on they're knees apologizing profusely.

"LEAVE OR I WILL HUNT YOU BOTH DOWN!"- Nezha exclaims holding they're staff tightly.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"- Both of them start running away for their life's.

"Wow that was so cool Nezha!"- Mk says with stars in his eyes.

"Oh it's just a little trick I learned from my brother. Jinzha"- Nezha says as he walks over to they're tied up boyfriend.

"Are you alright Li?"- Nezha asks.

"Yeah I'm fine just a bit scratched up but fine"- Li Ning says as Nezha starts to untie him

"Do want to go to Pigsy's Noodles with me and Mk?"- Nezha asks as they help Li Ning get up.

"Of course I'd love to!"- Li Ning says as he kisses Nezha's cheek.

"Well then c'mon you gays- I MEAN GUYS SORRY!"- Mk says as he follows behind them.

Let me know what you guys think.

Also I'll do a Christmas one tomorrow I promise

#flowershoes shipping #flowershoes #lmk nezha #lmk shoe store owner #lmk jin #lmk yin #lmk mk #lmk pigsy #jin and yin #lmk fanfiction #jinzha #crack fic

[finger-lakes-ghostbusters]

[BEGIN VIDEO PLAYBACK]

[A woman's voice is heard as the door of an office building is shown, a hand coming into view with a key tightly held in it.]

Geez, Damien, could you have made the key any harder to find? It's almost like you were....trying to keep it hidden. Which....you probably were. Huh.

Okay. Time to see what you're hiding, old man.

[The door swings open as Eva puts the key in the lock and turns it, revealing an office the state of which can only be described as "organized chaos". Papers are littered everywhere across the desk, with strange symbols drawn on them--what appears to be an abstract anchor, swirls with water marks drawn in the middle, and more that seem to have no coherent meaning. A scoff is heard as the camera slowly pans around the office.]

Okay. Definitely not ominous at all, Damien. Geez, would it kill you to pick up the place a little?

This is a terrible idea. I don't even know what I'm looking for. All these papers on his desk are either these weird-ass doodles or finance information. Fuck. I knew I wouldn't find anything in here. Leave it Damien's private office to also be closed up as fuck about the man himself. God damn it--

[Eva's voice sounds teary as an arm comes into view to ill-temperedly swipe a stack of papers off the desk--before pausing as a leather-bound journal book suddenly comes into view, now no longer hidden under the papers.]

Oh? You journaling or something, Damien? How cute---

[Eva's voice stops altogether as she opens the book onto the first page, revealing a picture of what appears to be the old team--but Damien has been rather pointedly torn out of the picture, leaving behind one man that looks to be of Asian descent with short-cropped black hair, and another man with his arms around both of them, wearing dreadlocks and arms covered in tattoos. They both seem to be beaming proudly, decked out in gear and holding up ghost traps triumphantly.]

That's....that's Craig and Marvin. From the old team. Why is Damien torn out? Wait. There's a news clipping here. "Finger Lakes Ghostbusting Team Dead Under Mysterious Circumstances"? One body found at the base of the Cornell clock tower, one.....at the base of the stairs? Ruled as a suicide of both. But if that's the case, then why was Damien talking about....

[Pages being flipped are seen. The first few are either blank or contain small blurbs about miscellaneous busts that the original team went on, containing small descriptions of the entities involved. But as Eva lands on one page, her resolve seems to falter. The camera doesn't focus on the words, but a shaky breath is heard as her hands tremble more and more with every passing minute.]

Oh. Oh, Damien. That's what this thing is. That's where it came from. What happened to the old team. Oh my god. No wonder he's been so closed up about it--

Wait. I have to see if there's anything about this entity. Hold on--

[More pages being flipped--but this time, the text is much more frightening. The handwriting goes from being Damien's neat cursive to choppy slashes at some points, with the same frightening symbols being drawn across the pages and frightening rants along the lines of what she has been shown by the anonymous messengers--but a name gives her pause.]

Zygna. Huh. I'll have to ask Matthew if we can't run it through Tobin's Spirit Guide and see if anything comes up. Or the database that we hav--

[She's cut off as the door suddenly and violently bangs open again. The camera spins around to see Damien standing there, looking absolutely infuriated as he would normally be--but the subtle glow to his eyes and the fierce smile on his face, as well as the way his eyes seem to be partially rolled back as he stands there, are anything but.]

SO. YOU FIGURED IT OUT. WHAT A CLEVER LITTLE MISS YOU ARE.

[Eva visibly backs up then, her grip on the camera noticeably becoming more shaky.]

D-Damien? What are you---

DAMIEN'S NOT HOME RIGHT NOW, DEAR ONE. THOUGH IF YOU WANT, I CAN CERTAINLY HAVE YOU LEAVE A MESSAGE.

NOW THEN. HASN'T ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU IT'S RUDE TO STICK YOUR NOSE INTO OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS?

[Silence, for a moment. Then Damien is rushing towards the camera faster than any HUMAN has a right to move, and the camera jolts backwards as Eva screams--]

[END VIDEO PLAYBACK]

#💣 #♟ #[REDACTED] #ghostbusters #finger lakes team #roleplay blog #open rp

[red-fuzz]

Darling Eloise, my dearest friend!!

I apologize in advance if my handwriting in this letter is a little uneven; I must admit, my hands are a little shaky right now!! There is some reason for this, and it is also the reason why I am writing to you once again!!

You won't believe it, – good lord, even I do not believe it completely, – but I've just received a message from Igor!! Do you realize that?? This message is right in front of my eyes, but I still cannot believe that all this is happening in reality!!

He's wondering why I've been away from the hotel for so long!! And he called me "DEAR", can you imagine that?? There is no limit to my joy, I cannot stop smiling!!

And, my God, I just realized that I have to answer something. I need your wisdom and a fresh look at this situation because, at the moment, I cannot think straight and judiciously!! If I start answering right now, I am afraid I'll say something unnecessary!! I don't want to be shown to him in the manner of an irrational and inadequate person!! I hope you understand!!

Anyway, I hope you're in good health and you're doing well!!

Sending much love as usual,

Jemma.

To my dearest little post gal,

If you were here I'd imagine our unified harpy screams to be able to shatter glasses and be the horror of every seller of such conundroms. It seems our little friend Igor may have developed if not a crush, a interest in you atleast! You have always been godlike at leaving a remarkable statement with people haven't you goodness gracious. Like the incident with mister Parlemour am Goetheplatz! What a scream such occasion was!

But deary was his handwriting in any way shaky, it may just be a sign of how he was awfully nervous like a giant fawn over writing you. Told you he'd take a liking to you eventually! His "Dear" appears a dead giveaway if you ask the professional matchmaker (still my little heart feels quite insulted you daliated from the service)!!

Maybe try to slip into a different gown for the occasion, like a masquerade. Be cool and casual like a bottle of chilled champagne during a business meeting of the men in suits. Yet, you should retain your original dashing self. The first orange freckled leaf of late summer you are. After all that's what he fell for did he not ~

Okay putting the breaks in there, but mayhaps attempt to find out more on his personalities in life. Whom and what he holds dearly close. Such Informationen Are utmost vital!

Deary I will not apologize for my terrible handwriting, as you well know me and my pleasures taken. You are aware of my favoritism of words - so you shall find it agreeable for us to meet up and discuss everything et all included won't you!

Keep your head safe until then and be all well.

Your dearest wishes, Eloise

PS. Vivian sent you a parcel with a gown for delivery to God knows who. Thought to inform you darling.

PS PS. Have you recently heard the news of what has been going on at the border? They say numerous people were savagely attacked by police officers. Not to stress you.

[letters-to-taylor]

Dear Taylor,

Hello, how are you? My name is Caitlin. I’m 34 years old - a few months older than you- and I’ve been listening to your music for 16 years.

I’ve never been a very demonstrative person online. I like to observe rather than join in. I’m the total opposite in person, but online, I keep it low key. However, I went to watch your Eras tour film last night and in between wondering if you got chance to pee during the concert and what eyeliner you use as that shit did not budge, I realised I’d quite like to share what your music means to me.

I thought about writing a physical letter but my handwriting can be hard to read so thought I’d go back to basics and join tumblr. So my plan is to write letter posts and just put them on here. Gotta put stuff into the universe somehow, right?

I might jump around a bit in your discography but I’ll get there.

So let’s begin.

I’m going to start from the first song I heard of yours, Teardrops on my Guitar.

It was December 2007. I’m British and live in the UK but at that point, I was living in Cambodia. I’d finished school earlier that year and was taking a year out before university. My plan was to explore and have adventures and grow up a bit, so I worked in a cafe and earned my air fare. In November 2007, I arrived at an orphanage to work in the kitchen.

My god, it sucked. I was horribly homesick, the expat in charge of the organisation was frankly bonkers, and I had no clue what was going on. I worked ridiculously long hours trying to figure out what I was meant to be doing but couldn’t get it right.

The only English language radio station in the country at the time was Love FM and it was hilariously terrible. Long periods of silence, adverts playing over songs, random cut outs. But it was ours and I clung to it. I remember texting in once asking for a cheer-up song (I was so miserable) but they misread the message and played a “cheeky” song: Touch my Bum by the Cheeky Girls. I don’t know if you’ve heard it but go and seek it out if you haven’t. I did laugh but through tears!

Anyway, the one English speaking DJ was American and had a love of playing young American female artists from the US (he played Love Song by Sara Bareilles to DEATH.)

I remember standing at the kitchen window with my sweeping brush in hand, staring out over the fields toward the hills. I was so lonely.

The DJ announced he had a new hot song from “Swift Taylor” and he played Teardrops.

It wasn’t about me or my situation but I felt that someone out there was feeling similar to me and she’d written a song about it.

Even now, 16 years later, if I listen to it, I’m that 18 year old girl again, standing in that kitchen. That song was an outlet for the pain I was in, thousands of miles from home with no friends around me. So thank you.

I’ll try to post again soon.

Stay sparkly,

Caitlin x

#taylor swift

[callmesumi]

YANDERE (IN SOME PARTS) SANGUE NERO (OC) x Reader/S/O bits

S/O is female in some of these and uses she/her pronouns in some, but there’s also ones for males

TW: mention of dicks, pussy and gay, woooo

Dark Themes (Gore, Blood, etc) as Sangue is a gangstar

Created on a thought lol

SANGUE NERO (YANDERE)

YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Extremely intense once she has you right where she wants you. At the start of her obsession, expect gifts with a note with fancy handwriting (‘Morning, Gorgeous’ , ‘Hi, love. You’ve been working so, so hard, have this gift.’ , etc) like chocolate, sweets, etc. But as the weeks pass by, the gifts get more… gruesome to say the least. Use your imagination.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh, so, so messy. As I mentioned before; she works for the Italian mafia. She’s not afraid to get her hands dirty.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She wouldn’t mock you stereotypically I guess per say, just ask how you think your family and friends are doing.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Not much, but Sangue likes the taste of blood. It’s what she’s named after, after all. She’ll dig a knife into her darling’s skin and lick the blood.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

On a scale of one to ten, a 4 on vulnerability. As much as she loves you, she can’t let her guard down so easily.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Betrayed. Awful. She’ll break your arm and patch you up, so you can’t escape for a while. Sangue will gaslight you, asking why you did it and how terrible you’ve made her feel and ask if you enjoy it.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Semi-is a game to her. When the darling thinks that she’s gone out through the back door, when really Sangue hasn’t, she semi-enjoys watching you trying to escape and drags you to the bedroom to suck on darling’s dick or pussy.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

“Oh, sweet, dear (s/o), you tried to escape right under my nose, hm?” Torture. Simple word, torture. If you tried to escape in a way she really doesn’t like (example: while she’s busy talking to her teammates on the phone)

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A family. Either adoption (for all you females and infertile males, don’t worry nothing to be ashamed of 💋) or …biologically. (Males)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Despite her “cold emo boss facade”, she gets jealous quite easily. She especially doesn’t like you talking to any friends she deems ‘too close’, sorry but your never seeing them again. Expect a breaking news about their death the very next few hours.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Only God knows how many kisses she gives you on the daily. You tried counting once and ended up at in the 3 digits.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Dunno what do for this.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Maybe, maybe not. Figure it out yourself~

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Spanking, Choking, Need I say more?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Right to see:

Family, Friends (If they’re misbehaving)

Gone

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quite patient if they behave.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Ha, not in a million years… unless she finds somebody else.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Life, man, life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Wipe away the tears if able.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I don’t think so. Idk—

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

She loves blood and calls her dad for two hours every Saturday, it’s not entirely impossible to escape for a little while. But again, she works for Passione. You’ll most likely be found before you can even escape the city.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Out of love.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Almost any length.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Four weeks.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Maybe.

NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lots of cuddles, a glass of water and kisses.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sangue’s favourite part of her body is her hands, no she doesn’t have a hand kink… probably. Her favourite part of her partner’s body is their lips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Male S/O:

Likes to lick up the semen from their cock.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Likes blood being involved. Neck biting hard enough to draw blood stuff like that

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows extremely well what she’s doing and is experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Male:

Mating press

Female:

Idk just any?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. If your extremely dear to her, she’ll allow a joke or two.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet indeed matches the drapes. Almost no hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very lovey-dovey no matter the gender.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates every week or so.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking or being spanked, daddy/mommy kink, choking or being choked.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, alley, kitchen.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

DILFS, chubby girls and guys (loves the thighs), somebody a bit shorter than her (she’s 7’5 okay? Not many people are that height)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nasty bathroom stuff.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Pretty skilled at giving, likes her pussy licked every few weeks.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Idk.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They think quickies are okay every few weeks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s pretty vanilla I guess, she likes to take risks sometimes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The longest she’s gone for is 12 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few vibrators and dildos. She buys a few fleshlights for her male and trans s/o when they can’t if you/they (if you aren’t of that gender) ask. Uses the vibrators on female and male s/o and uses the dildos on female if they want her to, and male if they ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes being teased and likes teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty loud for their s/o, however for a one night stand she’s pretty quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She got caught by her dad fucking her boyfriend in her bedroom during her teen years.

“Sangue, what the duck” was all Risotto could say.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pretty big chest and a medium sized ass with thicc thighs. They’re strong enough to crush a watermelon lol (she’s killed a few people using this method)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’m not sure if she ever sleeps, tbh.

[moonlightchn]

A letter arrives in the post addressed to Chan, the return address is somewhere in Olympus and is scribbled on the back of the pretty light blue envelope. The handwriting on the front is neat and pretty, written in sparkly silver ink. The letter inside isn't nearly as elegant as the enevlope. The sides and backs of the paper are covered in crayon doodles and scribbles, all colourful and a bit janky looking.

"Dear Moonbaby,

It's Haneullie here! It's been a long time since I got in touch with you and wanted to.

Life is good up here in Olympus. Beanie has started school and absolutely loves it. My afternoons are filled with her ramblings about her friends and what they learnt at school that day. You know, they've been teaching them about plants and Yeseul has been growing her own little pea plant. It's so cute, it's the first thing she's responsible for and she's doing a super good job! The little pea shoot just made its appearance yesterday!

When I told her I'd be writing a letter to you she demanded that she show you her art skills, hence the little scribblings on the front and back of this paper. She said "want uncle Chan to have colour in his house and something to remember seullie with" so she wants her art to be displayed.

I've been able to work on my art too! I'm now running courses for the people here to learn in their free time! It's been so rewarding and people are having fun with it so it makes me happy!

How are you doing? I've been checking on you when I can, I hope you don't mind. I felt bad about leaving so abruptly and worry about you. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to tell you properly... You deserved better from me.

I want you to know that I'm here for you, I might not be reachable like before but I'm still gonna look after you as much as I can okay?

I hope that this letter reaches you safely. And I really hope you'll write back, it would be wonderful to hear back from you after so long. It's okay if you don't want to though! No pressure hehe.

I love you lots Moonbaby. Stay healthy and happy okay?

Love,

Haneul"

Attached are some instructions on how to get mail to Olympus with a small post it note which reads "just in case you want to write back <3"

Chan looks out the window curiously at the sudden change around, almost as if a burst of something had made it through the property in a flash, the air feeling lighter, different. It's not a change strong enough for humans to notice probably, which explains why he's the only one heading out, but the boy just knows something's up.

Thinking it could've been the fox playing around the wolf steps out, expecting to find her hiding, but is only met with a perfume he knows all too well.

There's a sudden ache in his heart, a burn almost as he follows the scent, hesitantly, to his mailbox. The envelope sticks out the side of the box slightly, the blue paper too easy to recognize even before he takes it out.

Staring at the name, her name, Chan takes a deep breath before walking back inside, straight to his bedroom.

Not today.

Maybe someday Chan will have the strength to read through another heart-shattering letter from someone he loves dearly. Maybe someday he will be healed enough to not feel the ground opening beneath his feet as the earth tries to eat him alive. Maybe someday, hopefully even, Chan will be at peace enough with himself to not feel the whole weight of the universe on his shoulders at the simple thought of those he's obviously failed–. Otherwise, why would they leave?

But it's not today.

Placing the closed envelope inside his bedside drawer, he traces the name softly with his finger. God, he misses her. He misses her terribly, he's dying to open the letter and know what it says. What she says. There's not a thing he wouldn't have done for her to stay, she just had to ask and he would've provided, but this is just how things were supposed to be if this is how they happened.

The doorbell brings Chan back to reality, hand pushing the small furniture closed before he walks out of the room without looking back again.

#chan talker #haneullie baby

[dolcezzasfantasy]

a good kind of fire

prompt | Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers. ~ for @wkemeup's writing challenge for 9k

pairing | bucky barnes x reader, modern!au

word count | 2.5k (i am now emotionally invested in these characters)

warnings | bucky and reader being awkward as hell, chaotic texting, innuendoes (blink and you'll miss it)

notes | i didn't know i could still submit entries to the challenge haha, i was rlly upset i'd missed the train on it

you'll find out why this is the gif i picked when you read it 😭💀

it was a peaceful spring morning. you heard the chirping of the birds from almost every window in your apartment. sunlight was also seeping in through every window. it was a good start to the day.

today was the day you went into work late. when you had quit your job at an office as a receptionist to pursue your dream of being a florist, you thought you would be working on your own terms. while that was still true for the decorating and choosing flowers part of your job, it certainly wasn’t for the timings. if anything, the timings were more strenuous now that you had to manage shop all by yourself.

you would have to go in at 6 in the morning and leave at 10 in the night with a total time of 17 minutes free throughout for an entire year, before you realised how unhealthy it was for you. you had quickly drawn up a schedule for yourself. once a month you would come in late, and one more time that month you would leave early. it worked well for you.

you would look forward to these two days in a month: the first tuesday of the month being the one you left early and the third wednesday of the month being the one you came in late.

usually, on the days you came in late, you’d sleep in. but today, you wanted to change it up. the morning was a beautiful one, it would be a shame to spend it all inside.

you decided to go to a cafe that your friends had recommended on more than one occasion. good coffee, delicious snacks and cute baristas. you shook your head disapprovingly at how dirtily their minds worked. sometimes, you couldn’t believe you were friends with them of all the 2.6 million people in brooklyn.

you stepped out of your apartment. as you walked out, you waved to your elderly neighbours. back when you had first opened shop, they were your regulars. they’d keep buying even if they didn’t need flowers. you didn’t know where you’d be without their help.

after fifteen minutes of walking and checking the directions on your phone to see if you were going on the right path, you found it. the howling brasserie.

the moment you entered the shop, you realised your friends were right. not about the coffee or the snacks — not yet, anyway — but about the bartenders. holy shit, you thought.

there was a tall blonde man with a smile that could kill, another tall black man who you just knew was incredibly charming and a beautiful red haired woman who looked like she had a flirtatious demeanour. but one man in particular caught your attention.

he was a tall man — six feet tall, at least — with broad shoulders, messy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. you gulped. pull yourself together.

you took a seat at the table furthest away from the baristas. you did not need to come into work flushed and distracted.

you hadn’t been sitting at your table for one minute when you heard a voice above you.

‘ma’am, your order?’

you looked up. oh, my god. it was the same blue eyed man. calm down. he looked even prettier up close. your eyes fell to his chest — you tried your best to stop that from happening, you really did — and you noticed how the t-shirt he was wearing was doing absolutely nothing to conceal his muscular form.

‘ma’am?’ he repeated, a small smile on his face. maybe he noticed that you were staring. he was probably used to it.

‘uh, right, sorry,’ you cleared your throat. you wanted to jump off the golden gate bridge. ‘um, what would you recommend?’ oh, my god, stop embarrassing yourself! you yelled mentally.

‘uh,’ he looked behind to the board with all the products the cafe offered, ‘are you more of a coffee or a tea person?’

‘coffee, absolutely.’

he laughed. you felt your cheeks burn. his laugh was just as pretty as him. dear lord, y/n, what the hell is wrong with you?

‘aren’t we all?’ he joked. ‘anyway, the cold coffee here is splendid. and i’m not just saying that because i work here.’

you had never really fancied iced coffee much. maybe it was time to change that. ‘oh, okay! yeah, i love iced coffee! i’ll take that.’ your voice sounded a lot higher than it normally was.

‘alright, i’ll be right back.’

he left to go behind the counter and make your coffee. sweet mother of everything that is pure, you thought as your gaze fell upon his muscular arms. you tried to push all the unwelcome thoughts in your head that followed.

you were just regaining your composure when he showed up again, this time with your coffee in his hands.

‘here ya go,’ he said, placing the cup in front of you. ‘enjoy,’ he smiled.

if you were standing, you were a hundred percent sure your knees would have buckled under you and made you fall.

you smiled back. ‘thank you.’

the moment he walked away, you picked up your phone and frantically texted your best friend, wanda.

| cUTE GUY ALERT

| what?

| i’m at that coffee shop you recommended

| howling brasserie?

| YES OMG THE BARISTA HERE IS SO CUTE IM GONNA DIE

| lmaoooo calm down bestie

| HOW

| describe him pls

| he’s like six feet tall, messy brown hair, pretty blue eyes and he is so muscular i-

| omg go for it

| r u out of ur mind

| why

| he is sO OUT of my league

| ugh you’re no fun

| :/

you downed the last of your coffee and walked up to the counter to pay for it. thanks to your luck, the cute barista was also handling the cash register.

‘hello again,’ he grinned.

‘hi, um, how much do i pay?’

‘this your first time here?’

‘yep.’

‘on the house.’

‘what?’

‘yep. don’t worry about it.’

‘that’s too kind, i can’t!’

‘you absolutely can,’ he smiled.

‘let me leave a tip at least.’

‘don’t worry about it, doll.’ the nickname, oh, my god, the nickname. ‘you can pay the next time you visit.’

‘right, of course.’ maybe you should make visiting this coffee shop your ritual. and take more breaks, like your regulars insisted.

he waved you goodbye.

as you walked to your shop, you realised you hadn’t caught his name. you had been too enamoured to check for a name tag. damn it.

the next wednesday morning, you went again. you had wanda take care of the shop. you let her take 10% of the proceeds when she was working as compensation.

when you entered the coffee shop, your gaze traveled all over the place. you couldn’t find him. maybe he had a different shift. you considered walking out, but that would be rude. so you sat down in the corner you had last time.

you saw the red haired woman walk towards your table, but when she was less than three metres away, the door swung open. it was him. he was carrying a box. his gaze landed on you, then the woman, and he rushed to drop the box.

you saw him approach the woman and tell her something. she handed him her notepad, and walked to the kitchen. he then came to your table.

‘i’ve been waiting all week for your money,’ he teased.

you laughed. ‘and you shall get it soon.’

‘the same?’

‘yep.’

his gaze lingered at you for a few more seconds before he walked back to the kitchen to grab your coffee.

that day, when you were about to leave after you paid for your coffee, just as you were about to walk away, he rushed up to you.

‘hey,’ he said, in between laboured breaths.

‘hi,’ you said. what? ‘you okay?’

‘yep. absolutely.’

‘gotta get that morning jog in, i suppose,’ you joked.

‘right,’ he laughed. ‘i just, um, for some reason, thought you should know my name.’

‘oh?’ you squealed mentally.

‘yep. it’s bucky, by the way.’

‘bucky,’ you said. ‘right, i’m y/n.’ you stretched your hand out.

‘pleasure to meet you, y/n.’ your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say your name.

‘the pleasure is all mine,’ you managed to say without stuttering.

it became a tradition for you to come every week. wanda was more than happy to let you shoot your shot. you may or may not have led her to believe you planned on asking him out soon. which you didn’t. it was a ridiculous idea.

you stopped leaving early each month to make up for the lost time. it was worth it, because soon meeting bucky had become the best part of your day, week and morning.

it was your fourth trip to the cafe when you and bucky had a full conversation.

he had just brought you your coffee, when you noticed he stood around for longer than usual.

‘i’m sorry, do i pay now?’ you asked.

‘no, no. i just, um, i have a break right about now.’

‘oh, good for you,’ you smiled.

‘yeah. would you, um, mind if i sat down here?’

‘with me?’

‘yeah.’ he ran his hands through his hair, messing it up more than it already was.

‘yeah,’ you felt your face heat up, ‘yeah, absolutely.’

‘great.’ he sat down in front of you.

you felt him look at you as you sipped your coffee. ‘do you want to talk?’

‘god, i’m sorry, i have a bit of a staring problem, or at least i’ve been told.’

you laughed. ‘it’s okay.’

‘so, um, tell me about yourself.’

‘what do you wanna know?’

‘what do you do for a living?’

‘i own a shop downtown.’

‘really?’

‘yep.’

‘what do you sell?’

‘maybe you should come find out.’

‘mysterious. i like that,’ he chuckled. ‘text me the address and i’ll stop by someday.’

‘alright.’

he stared at you for a second.

‘staring problem,’ you reminded him with a smile.

‘right, sorry,’ he laughed. ‘just, uh, how are you gonna text me?’

of course. ‘um, i don’t know.’

‘maybe i should give you my number.’

‘maybe.’

he wrote down something in a messy scrawl on his notepad, tore the page, folded it up and slid it across the table to you. checking his watch, he said, ‘as much as i hate to leave you here, my break has ended. until next week,’ he smiled.

‘until next week,’ you nodded. you unfolded the paper.

his number was there. below it, messy handwriting read, you can call me if you want too <3

you were almost completely certain you were grinning like an idiot.

he came to visit the next day. you were helping an elderly woman pick out what to get for her grandson’s wedding when your phone rang.

‘go on, take it,’ the woman told you.

‘i’m so sorry, i won’t be long.’

you headed behind your counter. it was bucky.

‘hey. isn’t there a rule for this in the bro code or something?’

‘not to my knowledge, no.’

‘the rule where you’re not supposed to call someone if it’s been less than three days?’

he laughed. ‘how do you know that?’

‘i have a few guy friends.’

‘anyone i should be worried about?’

you chuckled. ‘nope.’

‘the rule doesn’t apply to special people.’

‘you flatter me.’

‘i'm glad.’ you just knew he was flashing his thousand megawatt smile at the other end. ‘anyway, what’s your shop’s name? i’m here but i don’t know where your shop is.’

‘oh, it’s the one called blooming shield.’

‘interesting name.’

‘i came up with it when i was drunk,’ you laughed.

‘it’s still pretty good.’

you spotted him out the window of your shop. his back was turned to you.

you rushed out of your door, still on the phone with him. you tapped him on the shoulder.

‘oh, god,’ he practically yelped. you winced and cut the call immediately.

‘sorry about that.’

‘it’s alright.’ his features softened into a smile.

‘do you wanna head inside?’

‘yeah, sure.’ he had an uneasy kind of look on his face, but you brushed it off.

you took him inside.

‘so, why’d you decide to become a florist?’

‘um, i just really like flowers, i suppose. nothing too profound,’ you laughed.

‘interesting.’

‘yeah.’ you led him through the aisles.

‘hibiscus is my favourite flower,’ you told him. you saw him breathing deeper than usual, and his nose was turning slightly red.

‘hey, are you alright?’ you asked him.

‘yeah,’ he almost wheezed, ‘i’m great.’ then he sneezed. ‘oh, my god, i am so sorry.’

‘bucky, are you allergic to pollen?’ you asked him, the worry prevalent in your voice.

‘no,’ his gaze landed on the floor. ‘maybe.’

‘dear lord,’ you said as you practically dragged him out of your store. ‘why didn’t you tell me?’

‘i’m sorry.’ it sounded more like i'm sowwy.

‘bucky, i’m gonna take you to my apartment. is that okay? i have a bunch of antihistamines and decongestants there.’

he nodded.

you put your arm around him. it must have been a strange sight, to see someone of your stature almost carry a man that broad shouldered and taller than most through the streets.

when you reached the apartment, you opted for the elevator for the first time in your life.

‘bucky, why didn’t you tell me?’ you said in the elevator.

‘i didn’t want to let you down,’ you barely heard his murmur.

you took his face into your hand. ‘you would’ve been okay with me almost killing you, though?’

‘you didn’t almost kill me,’ he smiled.

‘i could’ve.’

‘maybe.’

you laughed.

when the elevator reached your floor, you pushed him out — with great struggle — and almost threw him onto the couch when you opened the door.

‘god, i am so sorry,’ you said, frantically, as you looked in your cabinets for the medicine.

‘it’s okay, i deserve it.’

you almost tripped over yourself as you ran to where he was sitting.

‘okay,’ you handed him a glass of water, one yellow pill and one white pill, ‘take these.’

he downed them quickly.

‘are you better?’

‘a little.’

‘that’s good.’

‘you really should have told me.’

‘i know, i just didn’t want to ruin it.’

‘i think you dying would’ve ruined it.’

he laughed. ‘you really are never gonna let this go, are you?

‘nope.’

‘i’m sorry i almost died on our first date.’

you looked at him with wide eyes. ‘was this?’

‘what?’

‘our first date?’

‘was it not? jesus, i misinterpreted it, argh, i’m sorry—’

‘no, i, uh, like the sound of that,’ you smiled.

‘well, now i’ve just ruined it beyond repair.’

‘maybe you can swing by for dinner and we can watch a movie afterwards,’ you suggested.

‘really?’

‘yep.’

‘that’d be great. what movie?’

you thought for a second. then, with a smile, you said, ’mean girls is good.’

‘right, i’ve heard quite a lot about that one. haven’t seen it, though.’

‘oh, my god. you haven’t seen mean girls?’

‘nope.’

‘where were you in high school?’

he laughed.

‘we have to watch this movie.’

‘alright.’ he grinned wide at you. your face was on fire. but a good kind of fire.

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The Greatest Love Story

A/N: Inspired by this lovely image I saw. I'm making this into a high school angst AU that takes place in like the 1900's. For the record, I know Steve isn't a bad person but this is an AU and I need one of those... You know, guys for this story so.... Yeah! Sorry! BTW, the second poem is not written by me, it's written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I stole some quotes from Shakespeare.

Warnings: Angst, homophobia, swearing, character death.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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You scale the ancient wooden stairs of your small school. avoiding eye contact with anyone. The stares you receive from others are painfully obvious as you speed walk towards the library, seeking shelter from the judgmental glances from your peers.

"Hello dear," the kind librarian greets you as you walk past her towards your corner of the library.

You don't respond, quickly ducking behind the massive shelves, hoping to spend as much time as possible in your safe space before the classes start. Placing back your old books, you scan the shelves, until a particular title catches your eye.

"Love Poems by Women?" You murmur, flipping through the worn pages.

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A giant dusty book lands on the librarian's desk, making her look up.

"May I take this out?" You ask, your tone emotionless, cold yet tentative. The librarian smiles gently at you handing you back the book.

"Of course dear. Happy reading." You give her a small, thankful smile before dashing out of the library door. The halls are partially empty, save for the kids that skip class, hanging around in the hallways and dark alleys after school.

You duck your head, avoiding eye contact as you pass the group leaning against the lockers, most importantly, the hazel eyed beauty that could snap your neck in half, Yelena Belova.

"Hey!" Your head snaps up. Big mistake. You lock eyes with the famed blonde and you drop your head immediately, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Y-Yes?"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She snaps. You peek at her from the corner of your eye, her sleek dress pants catching your eye.

"Interesting outfit choice," you note before you can stop yourself.

"What did you say?" She demands and you gulp, backing away.

"N-nothing." She slowly steps towards you, backing you into the lockers.

"Get to class. And don't ever let me see you again идиот (idiot)." You hurry down the hall towards your classroom, tripping in the process as you repeatedly look over your shoulder, watching as Yelena turns back to her friend group.

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"She was cute," Natasha points out as Yelena reclaims her spot leaning against the lockers. "Why do you feel the need to tease her so relentlessly?" Yelena rolls her eyes, grabbing the flask of vodka back from her sister.

"She's annoying. I don't like her." Natasha smirks.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

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You let out a sigh of relief when the bell rings.

Your classmates flood out of the classroom, jostling each other aside in their rush to get home. You quickly sprint out the door, eager to get home, safe and sound when a hand grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark alley behind the school.

"Hello there girly..." A deep voice says. You gulp. The boy steps into the light to reveal Steve Rogers. One of those people that take pride in hurting others, a bully, your tormenter.

"W-what do you want?" He smirks, stepping closer to you.

"Well, a little birdie told me that someone had an encounter with a specific blonde this morning." You flinch when he grabs you by the throat, pinning you to the wall. "You wouldn't happen to be... I don't know, one of those dykes would you?" Your eyes widen and you shake your head vigorously as he laughs. "Oh man," he sputters, choking through his laughter. "Wait till the school gets ahold of this-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because a fist connects with his face, sending him reeling backwards.

"What the-" A strong hand wraps around his throat, pushing him backwards till his back connects with the wall.

"Listen to me you маленькое дерьмо (little shit), if you ever even think about coming near her again, I will sneak into your house at night, gut you like the fish you are and paint the school with them." Yelena warns in a surprisingly calm voice. Steve's eyes widen and he nods his head frantically until she lets go.

"Crazy bitch!" He spits, backing away quickly. You shuffle your feet, looking down at the ground as she watches him run.

"T-thank you." You mutter, not daring to look her in the eye. She sighs.

"This better not become a daily thing Y/L/N." You nod feebly. "Get out of here." You quickly pick your bag back up and sprint out of the alley, leaving Yelena by herself,

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"I'm home mom!"

"Welcome home sweetie!" Your mom pokes her head out of the living room.

"How's your book going?"

"As great as a woman writing a book can be." She chuckles forcibly. There's an awkward silence before she continues. "Your father came by today." She pauses as you swallow, feeling like something lodged itself in your throat.

"And what did he want?" She frowns at your tone.

"Sweetie, I know you don't like him but he's still your fa-"

"I don't have a dad," you growl, picking up your bag. "My dad died when he chose to abandon us." She watches as you climb up the stairs, sighing and rubbing her temple.

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You flop onto your bed, dropping the thick dusty buck onto the bed. You spend the rest of the afternoon reading through the poems until your mom calls you down for dinner.

It's an awkward dinner, quiet, only the sounds of dishes, chewing and utensils filling the room.

"I'm going to bed." You say after washing the dishes, not bothering to wait for a response.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"Love poems by women." You mutter, an idea popping into your head. You quickly sit up, flicking on your lamp and pulling out the book and a pen.

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"Good morning dear," the librarian greets you like she does every morning.

"I'd like to return this book." You reply coldly, passing her the book once again. She smiles gently at you.

"I hope you enjoyed your reading." She says while passing you, returning the book to its original shelf.

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"Hello hon, can I help you with anything?" The librarian asks the dirty-blonde haired girl.

"No, thank you." The girl sends the librarian a tight lipped smile before returning her attention to the shelves. A ripped leather cover catches her attention. Love Poems by Women. She smiles, pulling the book from the shelf. Flipping open to the title page, a neat cursive catches her eyes.

Love flows between beings Gift from the gods Curse from the demons The missing part of every person Destined to be opposites Love is flexible Yet some seek to objectify love Love is not for the weak willed. - Aristophanes

The blonde haired girl hums, pulling a pen from her jacket's pocket and discreetly writing in the book, right next to the poem.

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Terrible.

That's the only way to describe your day. You received your essay back, ecstatic to see that you had received an A. Steve on the other hand had absolutely flunked. Instead of dedicating his time to studying, he decided to beat you up as a way of taking out his frustration.

You ended up limping out of the women's toilet, your leg flaring up whenever you moved, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Hi sweetcheeks," the librarian murmurs, her eyes trailing down your injured leg.

"'Ello." You quickly duck behind the shelves, pulling out the book you were looking for. Your brows scrunch together in confusion as you see a messier scrawl next to your handwriting.

Reality hits hard

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

- Orpheus

You smile letting a light laugh slip from your lips. A sweet titter revealing the little girl underneath your cold, traumatized exterior.

Quickly, you grab your pen from your pocket and begin scribbling.

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The air is knocked from your body as your back makes contact with the floor.

"Listen here dyke. I don't like you alright," Steve growls into your ear as Tony cracks his knuckles. "So here's what's going to happen: Everyday you're going to meet us here and," he pauses, cracking his neck. "Help us relive some stress." He smiles wickedly before punching you in the stomach, making you double over in pain.

Your eyes flutter shut as they deliver blow after blow 'till they finally stop. You tentatively open your eyes to see Yelena tackling Steve to the ground as Tony stares at them, eyes wide.

"I. Told. You. To. Leave. Her. Alone!" She screams, pummeling Steve with her fists. He groans, unmoving. You watch in terror as Tony picks up a trash can lid, sneaking up behind her as she punches Steve in the face.

"Watch out!" You scream, taking Tony as well yourself by surprise. She looks up to see you slamming into Tony sending him flying into the nearby wall of the alley.

He crumples, unconscious.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, limping towards Yelena, who's clutching a blood gash on her arm.

"'M fine,' she grits out. You shake your head, grabbing her wrist. She flinches but doesn't push you away.

"You're not okay. Let me help you." You plead. She stays silent and you quickly take her silence as a yes, leading her to the front steps of your home. You rummage through your back pack, finding a large wrap of bandages that you kept after your daily beating from Rogers and his friends.

She winces as you wrap her wound swiftly.

"Gentle!" She growls and you stare back at her defiantly.

"Well maybe if you would stop moving, it'd hurt less!" You retort and she shuts up, staring off into the distance. You dab the cut with a small bit of alcohol before wrapping the bandage all around her arm.

"Thank you." She whispers, giving you a small smile. Reaching out, she gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you flinch back. You quickly, shovel the bandages and medicinal alcohol back into your pack, not noticing the hurt look on her face.

"No problem. The least I could do since you saved me." You reply bluntly, swinging the bag over your shoulder and slipping through the door.

"Wait-" She sighs as the door slams shut in front of her.

You exhale, leaning against the door as you try to catch your breath.

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Yelena sighs exasperatedly, tugging at the collar of her dress shirt.

"What's wrong little sis?" Natasha smirks, plopping down next to her.

"I got hurt and Y/N patched me up." Natasha jumps up, eyes wide.

"You stained your new shirt?" She groans shaking Yelena violently. "God I'm going to kill you!" Yelena grabs her sister, stopping her.

"You're missing the point!"

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Nat challenges, flopping back down on to the couch.

"She patched me up!" Nat's eyes widen.

"Oh. Oh." She inches closer to her sister, nudging her playfully, much to Yelena's dislike. "So are y'all like," she winks at her sister insinuatingly. "A thing?" Yelena scrunches her brows in confusion.

"A thing?" Nat rolls her eyes, sidling closer to her.

"Yes. A thing. An item? Lovers?" She shrugs, missing the way Yelena blushes.

"In her dreams," Yelena snorts, leaning back into the couch.

"If you say so..."

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"Morning pumpkin!" The librarian chirps.

The blonde girl ignores her, breezing past her towards the the shelves at the very back, peeking over her shoulder quickly before pulling an old, leather bound book from the shelf.

She flips the leather cover aside to reveal the title page. Next to her messy, distorted scrawl was a neat, distinctive cursive once again.

Speak low if you speak love

- Aristophanes

She smiles gently, chuckling as she shakes her head.

"Shakespeare of all people," she whispers, her accent thickening. Pulling a forgotten pen from the shelves, she begins writing,

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The highlight of your day became going to the library and reading the little messages scrawled in between the margins of the book by Orpheus. Like:

If music be the food of love, play on

Or

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

They made you smile on a daily basis, sometimes even eliciting a rare light laugh.

"Good morning sweetpea." The librarian greets you, not expecting a response. To her surprise and yours, you muster a small smile and a wave.

"Hello." You can feel the librarians shocked eyes following you as you round the bookshelf corner to find Steve, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as he stares down at something in his hands.

Your heart plummets. A book with a soft leather cover, yellowed pages. The book of poems.

You lunge for it but he step sides you swiftly, raising the book above his head.

"Speak low if you speak of love huh? I'm not surprised you know Shakespeare, you're such a nerd." He sneers, waving the book above his head.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You stutter, backing up. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you into the air.

"Don't fuck with me!" He growls, dropping the book and kicking it to the side. "Who's Orpheus?"

"G-Greek hero. Musician." You stutter and he slaps you, hard. You can feel your cheek swelling under his fiery gaze.

"Don't even try me. Who. Is. Orpheus?"

"I don't know, I swear!" You mutter, wincing when you accidentally bite your cheek.

He drops you, watching as you scramble to your feet, backing away.

"This isn't over you little shit. I'll be back for you," he warns, giving your book one last kick for good measure before storming out of the library with Tony and Bucky on his heels.

You fall to your knees, silently sobbing as you crawl over too the book, dusting it off and hugging it to your chest.

Yelena sighs, her heart breaking as she watches you curl around the book protectively, lying on the floor.

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"Where are you going?"

Yelena turns to find Nat, leaning against the school stairwell doorway, watching her.

"Just up to the roof. Need some fresh air," she lies, avoiding Nat's gaze. Nat lifts Yelena's chin up, staring into her eyes, boring into her very soul. Yelena squirms under her gaze until she finally lets go.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She smiles sadly at her little sister. "Just-" Her voice cracks as she pats her sister's shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry. I won't." She gives Nat a brief hug before hiking her pants up and starting up the stairs.

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"Ah, well look who decided to join the party!" You look up from the ground to see Yelena, your eyes clouded with pain.

"No..." You croak but Steve pays no attention to you.

"Come to save your love Yelena?" He sneers, dropping you to the ground. "Or should I say... Orpheus?" Your eyes widen as you watch him advance towards her, pushing her closer to the edge of the roof.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She deadpans and Steve chuckles.

"Sure. If you won't admit, I'll just have to settle for destroying you from the inside out instead." He grabs her by the arm. "I haven't forgotten what you did to me." He points at a long thin scar along his jawline.

You watch as Tony sneaks up from behind Yelena, striking her with a metal bar. She crumples, falling to her knees.

"Hold her." Steve directs and Bucky dutifully grabs you by the arms. He holds Yelena's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. "Now you watch as I destroy the one thing you love the most." Tony tosses his the metal bar and Steve prepares himself before swinging it like a baseball bat.

There's a sickening crunch followed by your scream as the bar makes contact with your ribs.

"Stop!" She struggles, her eyes never leaving your broken body as he hits you over and over again. "Please! Leave her alone!"

Steve smiles evilly, locking eyes with her before swinging the bat again. Another scream. Blood trickles down your face from your nose.

"Is that right? Did the famous Yelena Belova just beg me?" He smiles cruelly before pushing you down on your back, his foot on your chest. You scream as he increases the pressure, your broken ribs digging into your lungs.

Yelena screams, kicking Tony's legs out from under him before punching Steve in the jaw. She grabs the iron bar before it hits the ground, clobbering Bucky in the stomach before kicking Steve in the stomach.

"ты сука (you bitch)!" She steps on his face swiftly, taking satisfaction in the groan of pain he emits before turning to you, gently cradling your face.

"Wow... That was pretty badass," you mumble and she laughs, tearing up. You reach out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry." She frowns.

"I'm not crying."

"You are too." You smile, wincing in pain. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen." You frown, caressing her face, forcing her to look at you.

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine." You attempt to smile reassuringly but it comes out as more of a grimace. "Listen, if I don't make it-"

"Don't say that! You can't leave me!"

"Shush, listen you thickheaded poet. If I don't make it, go back to the book." You instruct her. She frowns but you can her off. "Promise me."

"But-"

"Promise me."

"I promise..."

"Good." You smile at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, your eyesight blurring. "Wait for me okay?" Your eyes flutter shut.

"No! No Y/N! Come back!" She shakes you roughly, sobbing when you don't respond.

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Yelena watches as your body is carted off under a white sheet. Nat stands to the side, watching as her sister stares off into the distance, all life drained from her body.

Go back to the book.

She stands, slowly trailing towards the library, her eyes bloodshot, cheeks caked with dry tears.

"Hi dear," the librarian greets her, discreetly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "What a shame. She was a lovely girl."

"She really was the best." Yelena agrees quietly, giving the librarian a small, comforting pat on the back before moving to the back of the library where she finds the book, lying on the floor.

Yelena,

I believe that we are the greatest love poem ever written. I love you always,

Y/N

A choked sob escapes her lips as she stares at the page. You knew. You knew the whole time and you didn't even say anything. A pair of soft arms wrap around Yelena's stomach as she lets go of the dam, her cries echoing throughout the library.

"I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry...

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