#please i really do wanna hear thoughts on this

[luvs4matt]

road rage - matt sturniolo

warnings - SMUT, spanking, choking, angst, breeding, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), doggy style, couch sex, kissing, nicknames (good girl, bad girl, baby, babygirl, sweetheart), daddy kink, implied aftercare, inpure thoughts, dry humping, degrading, praise, sir kink

a/n - tbh… i love this, i was watching the new car video and matt raging hitting the window, holy shit. and i’m ovulating… THANK YOU FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!

“WHAT THE FUCK! MOVE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” the car in front of us was trying to get over but was blocking everyones way of moving forward

matt always road raged “matt calm the fuck down” nick was trying to get him to stop, chris was annoyed from all the noise going on while he was trying to listen to music, but you, you were enjoying matt raging way more than you should

squeezing you thighs together, clenching around nothing, hoping no one notices

we finally pull into the driveway, everyone getting out and going to their rooms to change out of their clothes from dinner, nick stayed in his room, along with chris also in nicks room

you change out of your dress into some pajama pants and a t shirt, just something simple and comfortable, you went and sat down in the living room hoping that not being around matt would stop the ache in your core

but after a few minutes matt was out in the living room also, your head now laying on his shoulder, he noticed your uneven breathing but didn’t think anything about it, maybe you were just tired

“you wanna watch a movie baby?” he grabs the remote turning the tv on “uh yeah sure” his voice was slightly raspier than usual, only making the ache worse

you guys ended up deciding on ‘dumb and dumber to’ you couldn’t even focus on the movie, your head filled with all the things he could do to you, staring at the hand that was wrapped around your waist

would he pull your hair? would he finger you until you squirt? would he grope your ass or tits? would he slap your ass? would he slap your pussy? would wrap his hand around your throat? would he stick his fingers in your mouth too stay quiet? or would he use his fingers to keep your mouth open so he could hear you?

you look up at him admiring his side profile, mouth slightly agape, staring at his lips “you sure your okay sweetheart?” damnit he caught you staring

“i- uh yeah I’m fine” stuttering over your words “you don’t seem fine, tell me whats wrong” he’s staring into your eyes, you hesitate for a second before slamming your lips on his

the kiss was immediately heated, you move your leg to where you’re straddling him, grinding against his clothed dick, his grip in your waist tightening

moving your hands from his hair towards his belt, quickly undoing it and unzipping his jeans, he pulls away from the kiss “we can’t in here baby” he breathes out “yes we can” connecting your lips again “we really- really can’t”

“yes we can” now mumbling both of your words trying not too break the kiss “baby we could get caught” “then let them watch, i need you sooo bad” grinding yourself against him even harder “fuck”

he flips you guys over so now he’s on top, trailing kisses from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, all the water down to your collarbone “tell me baby, what’s got you all worked up” continuing too suck marks in your skin

“in the car, w- when you were yelling at that guy” he smirks against your neck “yeah? you want me to talk to you like that? want me to degrade you baby?” arching your back when he starts sucking under your ear

“y-yes, please” he places his lips back on yours sticking his tongue in your mouth, he slips his hand under your pants and panties rubbing fast tight circles on your clit, moaning under him

“look at you, being my pretty little slut” he chuckles “please matty, i need it so bad” you whine, he slows his movements to tease you “what do you need baby?” his smirk visible on his face

“you know what i want matty” trying to move your hips to get more friction on your clit making him pull his fingers away, you whine under him hoping he will start again “mmm i don’t think i do princess, i think you need to remind daddy what you want”

his lips connecting to your jaw once again “please! i need your cock inside me so bad!” “i’m sure if you wanted daddy’s cock that bad i bet you could do better than that” you needed him now

“please daddy! i need your cock so so bad! i need you buried inside my pussy! please!” his right hand massages your thigh “i knew you could do it, such a good girl f’me” he pulls away from your jaw taking both of your pants off teasingly slow

you pull off your shirt unclasping your bra letting it fall of your shoulders, you are both now completely naked besides you still in your panties, he bends down gripping your jaw “did i say you could take that off” landing a slap on each of your tits

“n- no sir” he squeezes your cheeks together “correct, i didn’t give you permission, that makes you a bad girl, bad girls get punished, do you think you should be punished?” his words were making you wetter and wetter by the second

“yes sir,” he taps your thigh a couple times as a signal to turn over, putting your face onto the cushions, he pulls your panties to the side before he starts to slide hit tip through your folds

pushing your hips back trying to feel more “uh uh uh, stay still” he grips onto your waist “please- no teasing” sticking his tip inside of you then pulling back out “am i teasing baby?” “yes” he puts his tip in and takes it out again “ma-“ you get cut off with a loud moan erupting from your throat when he enters you fully without warning

he is going in and out of you hard and fast *smack* a harsh slap came down on your ass, the pain and pleasure combined together only made you come closer to the edge causing you to clench around him

“you like that sweetheart?” *smack* a pornographic moan leaving your mouth “such a dirty *smack* fucking *smack* slut *smack*” your face was buried inside of the cushions

his hands leave your waist grabbing your neck pulling your face out of the fabric, he didn’t use enough force to hurt you, but just enough too get you going, a choked moan leaving your mouth “s- so good” he thrusts into you faster

“yeah?” every time he bottomed out you, the pressure in your stomach built “so close” his stomach now touching your back “not until you ask nicely” you only responded with a loud cry of pleasure at first

“please! please let me cum on your cock daddy please!” “not yet baby, you were being a bad girl, have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson”

you were on the verge of letting go “please! please! please! daddy, i- i’ve learned my lesson! please! ill be so good! please!” he positions his mouth by your ear “do you think you deserve it?” it was painful holding your orgasm back “ye-“ *smack* “what was that sweetheart?” you were trying to think of gross things to help you hold off

and it was just barely working

“no! no i don’t! i’m sorry for being a bad girl daddy! ill be a good girl for you please!” his hand reaches between your bodies, his fingers starting to draw fast tight circles to your clit “fuck! please daddy please!” “there you go baby, cum all over daddy’s cock” he whispers in your ear

you immediately release all over him with a loud scream mixed with a moan “good girl” pleasure coursing through your body, it felt so good, all most too good

you couldn’t even acknowledge your surroundings anymore, all too focused on the ecstasy you felt “you gonna let me cum inside this pretty little pussy babygirl hm?” you would let him do anything to you “yes! please cum inside me!”

“you’re just my little cum slut aren’t you? so desperate for me too breed you” he laughs, somehow slamming into you harder “y-yes, i’m your cum slut! please! i want it!” he lets out a loud groan as thick ropes of cum squirt out of his slit into you, stalling his movements “fuckk”

after a couple minutes he pulls out “cmon baby lets go get cleaned up”

thank god nick and chris had noise canceling headphones.

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[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini I want to fuck a demon boy so bad I can't. I'm so sleep deprived and this is the only thing on my mind. The idea of this powerful demon who's not used to being challenged, just ending up ass up face down on the floor, bed WHEREVER. It's not important. Ending up like that is just peak. Also I like to think they'd have sensitive tails. So. Like. I totally.

Wanna make them fuck themselves with their own tail. I think that'd be great. I think it would be awesome.

I want them to get so flustered at the idea of doing it, but do it anyway just coz I told them to. I can almost imagine them finding their own prostate with their tail, and really they can't decide which sensation to focus on. Feeling themselves clench around their own tail, or the way the slightly pointed end slams into their prostate. And bonus points if they cum and you overstim them by grabbing their tail and fucking them so much harder than they could themselves. Hooray, now they've got

your hand around their already much too sensitive tail

said sensitive tail is being slammed into their ass

it's gotta feel so good, they'd probably be so tight around themselves

your hand is gonna slip a few times, which is gonna end up in stroking their tail, which has got to feel like heaven for them

not to forget that you're thrusting their tails directly onto their prostate without letting them breathe

I just. I don't know. I think they'd look so pretty, flushed and begging to stop, even though it's them that keeps weakly trying to thrust their tail back into themselves. Also, they'd look so pathetic, sobbing from the overstimulation. I'm a sucker for tears trailing down their faces, eyes red and a little puffy. It'd almost make you wanna be nice to them. Almost.

But yknow, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And sometimes what a girl's gotta do is fuck a demon stupid with their own tail. (I don't have the same way with words as some people, but like do you see the vision)

~a sleep deprived,🧁anon

You are so smart holy shit. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Fucking a demon with their own tail? Why didn’t I think of something as great as this??! Lemme write down my thoughts for a sec- (btw I thought you are like, very religious?)

Dom!reader x sub!character

You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”

An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.

He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!

In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3

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[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 25: Reconnaissance

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Donnie wakes up first. After a small battle of disorientation, he realizes that he's in his brother's traincar and the odd weight on his stomach is Mikey. He’d forgotten that they’d all made a turtle pile in Raph’s room…

Raph is pressed up against the wall, sleeping on his side with his arms stretched out over his brothers as though he were protecting them in their dreams. Leo is on Dee’s side, clinging to his arm and legs as he desperately tries not to fall off the edge of the bed. Mikey is deep asleep, body sprawled across the three of them — his legs are folded over Raphael, his torso and head are draped across Dee’s stomach, and his arms and tail are hanging over Leo’s side.

Donnie sighs softly, wondering what made Leo and Mikey call for this. Leo seemed pretty serious… and now, looking in the dim light of late morning, he can see loose gauze wrapped around his neck and leg.

Mikey starts muttering in his sleep. His fingers curl across Dee’s plastron, trying to cling to something he can’t hold. His lips purse, his brow furrows. He moans in distress. It’s quiet enough in the room that Donnie can catch a few words he says…

“….Nnnoo… no… no more tests….. please….. I wanna… home……”

Donnie sighs and starts to trace circles on the back of Mikey’s head, hoping the motion will soothe him.

“You’re safe, Mikey. There’s no more tests.”

Mikey somehow hears Donnie in his dreams. His expression relaxes.

“…No… tests…?”

“No more tests,” Donnie repeats, trying not to let his surprise ruin the moment. Maybe he can use this to help Mikey’s dream become calmer… “Mikey, if you can hear me, you’re not in the labs anymore. You’re safe. You’re home.”

Mikey’s head turns, rolling across tummytello as his subconscious tries to adhere to Donnie’s commentary.

“…home…. home……”

Mikey stretches a bit before moving more onto Donatello, his head resting just below Donnie’s chin.

“….is…. is brothers…. home…?”

“Yes, Mikey. We’re home, too.”

“…mmmm…… Mikey loves brothers… Mikey… M-Mike—“

He starts crying in his sleep.

“…mmmm'nsterrr…. m’so sorry……”

Donnie gently wraps his arms over his brother and kisses his head.

“It’s okay.”

“………….hurt…” Mikey croaks.

It isn’t too big of a leap to deduce what Mikey could be sorry for. Leo did not have those injuries when Donnie went to bed. Leo insisting that they have a turtle pile immediately because Mikey needed comforting. Mikey must've hurt him --

It suddenly hits him.

Mikey… hurt him?

‘Monster’…

Donnie turns and looks at Leo again, this time really analyzing the wounds. With one hand, he pulls the wraps around his neck down.

There are bruises. Scratches. Scabs. Claw marks.

His leg is torn up, by the looks of his pants. There are spots and smears of dark brown blood stains on the fabric.

What did Mikey do…?

A horrible thought comes into Donnie’s mind, that maybe Mikey is in a metamorphosis and will soon be completely animalistic and will lose all sense of who he is and —

NO, no, no no no! Stop that! He thinks to himself. Those thoughts aren’t helpful. Mikey is getting better, anyone can see that! He’s speaking in full sentences now, using first person speech instead of talking in the third. He remembers their names, he knows who they are, things are looking up! They just need to give him more time… This isn’t the kind of problem that gets solved overnight or in a week. This is the kind of healing process that takes months, maybe even years. There’s no sense in getting discouraged at the starting line.

Donnie exhales deeply. Mikey rises and falls with his chest. The breathing calms them both down.

“You’re not a monster,” Donnie says. He tries to force himself to believe it. Mikey is no monster…

But what he is now…

…Is no monster either. It’s still Mikey.

He has to believe that. He has to.

Mikey rubs his cheek against Donnie’s plastron, his tail slowly sweeps across him in a lazy wag.

Donnie sighs.

He’s so unbelievably tired…

Maybe he can sleep in a little more, since everyone else is still resting. It must’ve been a late night for them all.

Donnie holds Mikey close and closes his eyes.

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Leo is woken when something behind his head makes a deafening buzz in the silence of the room.

In his startle, he falls off the edge of the mattress and lands with a bump onto the floor. He groans, rubbing his bottom in discomfort as he slowly rises to get the phone.

It's not even his, it's Donnie's. Good thing Leo remembers the passcode...

BZZ! INCORRECT PASSKEY.

Maybe he typed it in wrong? He tries again.

BZZ! INCORRECT PASSKEY.

Huh. Dee changed the code. That's not like him. He only ever does this when he's working on a surprise that he doesn't want spoiled, or if something is bugging him...

Fortunately, he doesn't need to unlock the phone to see what the buzzing was for. There's a message on the lockscreen from Casey Jones Jr. in the group chat.

CASEY: GOING OUT TO GET SOME PIZZA FOR YOU GUYS

Leo smiles. That's nice of him. Considering how he's still unfamiliar with this un-kranged, warless New York and is coming to terms with all the changes (good and bad) that came with time travel, going to order and pick up a pizza for a surrogate family is a pretty big step.

Leo's smile fades as he thinks about it more.

Is... is Casey even a part of their family?

Splinter calls him 'future boy', still. It's a term of endearment on Splint's end, but how does Casey feel about it? Donnie treats him like a new teammate, not so much like a friend. From what Casey has said, his Donatello was like an uncle to him. Mikey was some mystic butt-kicking warrior... but Mikey is exempt from this scenario due to recent events. Raph is also exempt, considering that... well, that Casey didn't really know him. He died when Casey was still a little toddler.

Leo swallows the fear that comes with such a thought. He watches Raph, his breathing, slow and steady and clearly visible. Donnie snores with every other breath, his mouth wide open and drooling. Mikey purrs with each exhale, mostly curled on Dee's chest.

He thinks that by watching them, the fear that they could be lost at any time will dissipate. It doesn't. It only grows. How does he know events won't continue as foretold? How does he know that Raph won't die in his twenties? Or that Donnie will die in his thirties? Or that Mikey -- Mikey...

...How does he know that none of them will ever suffer again?

And how does he know that he won't be forced into a decision that takes him away from them all again?

It isn't until Raph starts stirring and groaning that Leo realizes how loud his hyperventilating is, and that he's been crying. He quickly scrambles back onto the bed and wipes his face against the sheets and covers before Raph can see him.

It's quiet.

You up?

Leo sighs, relieved that Raph didn't catch him in his moment of weakness.

Yep. What's up?

How's Mikey? Why did you want to do a cuddle sesh?

Can't a guy just ask to get uncomfortably close to his brothers late at night every once in a while?

Mikey was crying. Why?

Leo sighs, and sits up so Raph can see the bandages.

He had a nightmare and... woke up rough.

Raph's eyes go wide.

Holy $#!%.

Hey! Leo scolds with a smirk. I thought we weren't allowed to swear?

Sorry, sorry, I forgot you could hear my thoughts. Mikey did that...?

Yeah, Leo sighs as he lays back down, arms propped behind his head so he can see still see Raphael's expressions. But it's not that bad. Just some abrasions and bruises... the leg doesn’t even hurt anymore --!

HE GOT YOUR LEG TOO?! Raph yells in his brother's mind, causing Leo to flinch.

Dude! Volume!

Leo, this is serious!

You remember what it was like.

Well... yeah. But seriously, Leo... Are you okay?

Leo pauses to think it through.

I'm... I dunno. Physically, I'll be okay. My leg stings slightly, but that won't last, so I'm not worried. I got it cleaned and bandaged last night before bed. But emotionally? Mentally? I... I can't say yet. I don't know what to say to Mikey about it. We talked before we came in, and... he seemed more hurt by what happened than I did. He's really struggling with this, I think. More than he's letting on.

Raph gets that feeling, too... he sighs. And... he ain't the only one struggling.

What do you mean --?

What're you guys talking about? a third voice asks, entering the private mind call.

The two jump out of their skin, causing Leo to once again tumble out of the bed.

DUDE! What are --

You think I don't know a silent conversation when I see one? Donnie asks incredulously. I practically invented them. What are you two trying to keep secret?

Nothing, just... wanted to talk about Mikey, Leo answers.

...Oh, Donnie replies flatly.

...Uh, anything you want to say? Leo asks, raising a brow at his twin. You sound like you have something to say.

Donnie strokes Mikey's head quietly. His fivehead furrows, he presses his lips together tightly to keep them from quivering.

Raph takes Donnie's freehand, and squeezes it twice. Donnie glances over at him, tears pricking the edges of his eyes. Leo wonders if they're doing a private mind meld on another line, or what. Eventually, Donnie swallows hard and squeezes his eyes shut before turning back to his other brother.

.........Leo...... I think there's something that... that I need to tell you...

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Bishop groans as he stands in line for his food. He’s so sick of coffee and stale donuts, so he’s decided to go for a signature NYC meal… pizza. Sure, it’s not the recommended meal of an EPF agent, but he’s not so sure he can even call himself an agent anymore.

It’s getting harder to do his job, for many reasons. Professor Honeycutt sent him some footage he managed to download from the drones. They got a blurry frame of Mikey. So now they know where he is… well, they already knew. Now they just have confirmation. Honeycutt also sent him a single frame of a young human boy. Bishop hadn’t seen him during the initial sighting. Apparently they’d tried facial recognition with the kid, but nothing came up. There was no record of him anywhere. No medical history, birth record, citizenship status, social media profile, internet history, nothing.

Well, almost nothing.

They’ve found one thing of interest.

Apparently Ms. Campbell had uncovered a blurry pic on some social media site taken during the invasion, moments before the destruction of the alien ship.

A young man, swinging across the city with a grappling hook and hockey stick as he fought against the strange monsters and protected the civilians. The caption read ‘PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN’.

The boy from the drone footage was wearing an oversized red hoodie and ripped jeans with sneakers, completely casual clothing and not something you’d typically wear in a mutant-infested sewer.

The mysterious hero was wearing a mask and armor-like attire, so for mere mortals it was difficult to connect the two.

But the build and height was the same. The hair was the same length, colour, and style. But most notably, and most importantly, the thing that really tied them together — was the fact that they both had the same weapon.

Bishop has been studying the face. It’s a bit pixelated and blurry, and the shocked look of surprise makes his expression difficult, but it’s all he has. He’s been focusing on features that are easy to identify — the long hair, the chipped gap in his teeth, and of course the weapon.

Though, the guy wouldn’t be stupid enough to carry the weapon in broad daylight.

Then again, he is just a kid, judging by the looks of him.

Bishop sees his order come out — a heavenly golden slice of mushroom and olives, with a soda and salad to go. He thanks the server, leaves a tip, and turns to exit when a shoulder bumps into him.

"Sorry," they say quickly, shying away from him.

"No worries --"

Bishop freezes when he sees a tuft of navy black hair slip from the hoodie. He analyzes their figure... same height... same build... and a heavy tote bag with the end of what looks like a hockey stick poking out.

The kid keeps their hood up, but offers the server at the counter a handful of dollars and requests a full pizza to go.

"...You know what? I got that," Bishop says, handing his card back to the server. "I'll pay for it."

"Really?" the kid asks, turning to look at Bishop.

Bishop recognizes his face instantly. It is the same person from the drone feed.

And he knows where Mikey is.

"Yeah," Bishop answers him with a smile, "it's no problem. So, where's the party?"

"Huh?"

"You're getting a large pizza, are you gonna eat it all yourself?"

The kid goes stonefaced.

"Yep. All mine. I'm really hungry. Have you never eaten a whole pizza by yourself?"

"Not since I was in college," Bishop says with a dry chuckle. "but after the week I've had, maybe I'll try it again. But I was just wondering. Hey, mind if I ask you a weird question?"

The boy doesn't answer, only grips the strap on his duffle bag. Bishop sees how he carries himself, how he stands tall and straight and feigns his confidence, but not his bravery. This kid is a soldier. Bishop wonders who's been training him to be a soldier as a teen...

Bishop takes out his phone and shows him the video frame of him swinging his hockey stick at the drone.

"Is this you?"

The kid's face goes pale. He swallows softly.

"...Where did you get--" he whispers.

"I think you know," Bishop whispers, taking off his shades. He maintains eye contact to make sure the boy understands the severity of the situation.

The teen takes a step back, but Bishop grabs his wrist.

"Look kid, I'm not here to do anything to you. Or to our mutual friend, Mikey."

The kid's eyes widen.

"Let me go--"

"You're all in danger," Bishop says quickly, quietly. "They know what you look like, and that's not all..."

Bishop swipes and shows him the frame of Mikey and the teleporting mutant.

"Leo?" the kid whispers in horror.

He takes the phone and stares at the screen image.

"What... why are you telling me this?" he asks, looking up in fear at the grownup. "What do you want?"

"For Mikey to stay safe," Bishop whispers back. "If the EPF get their hands on Mikey again, they'll end up killing him with their stupid experiments or whatever else they have planned."

"But you're the EPF," he snaps. "Why should I trust you? What do you have to gain?"

"The EPF isn't supposed to be like this," Bishop defends. "They've corrupted it for their own successes and... it needs to stop. We're trying to take it all down."

"Who's we?"

"Me and a friend," Bishop clarifies. "We've been collecting data, smuggling info, gathering evidence. But we can't do it alone. I understand you have a hacker on your side? Likes the colour purple, wants us to 'leave them alone'?"

The kid huffs a chuckle.

"Well, what if I do?"

"We could use their help in collecting some more data. If you agree, I can send you some of our evidence files and some of the studies of the --"

"You said we were in danger," the kid interrupts. "What did you mean by that?"

Bishop halts mid-sentence, realizing he got off topic.

"...Right. They know where you are."

"Hmmph," the kid grumbles. Obviously they do, they have a picture...

"They're sending more drones into the tunnels, but with every wave your hacker friend disables them."

"So where's the danger?" he asks, snarkily.

"Don't you see? You're up against a government-sanctioned board of insane scientists with an army of muscleheads and tech nerds at their disposal. They will not stop until they get Mikey back."

"I've been up against worse," he answers. The tone in his voice makes Bishop believe him completely.

"I'm sure. But kid, this isn't to be taken lightly. They're coming for you. Whether by drone or drill, they will be attacking soon."

"So then, what do you suggest we do?" he asks.

His voice is accusatory, and Bishop can't blame him.

He's the one that told them where Mikey was...

Bishop heaves a heavy sigh.

"...Mikey has a tracker imbedded somewhere under his skin. I don't know where, but that's how we found him."

"WHAT?!" the kid growls. "You tagged him??"

"Yes, and you need to find that tracker and disable it immediately. Then, move out. Find some new place to hide. Anywhere. Keep it secretive. They'll be keeping an eye out for you specifically and your blue-green friend here with the portals. Is there anywhere you can go?"

The kid's eyes dart away as he thinks it over.

"...Well, in the meantime --" Bishop takes out a small scrap of paper and quickly writes on it. "-- here's my info. If you need anything, I'll be in touch. Oh, and if you or your hacker friend should decide to help us out to take down the EPF, then here's my email... as well as my friend's contact info..."

The kid looks down at the paper as Bishop writes on it. His eyes suddenly go wide.

"YOU'RE John Bishop?!" he asks, flabbergasted.

"Yes, I am," he says quickly.

Maybe the hacker found his info and warned them about him...

"...And my friend is Professor Zayton Honeycutt, he's an engineer with the EPF. He's a little jumpy, but a good egg."

Bishop hands the scrap of paper to the boy, whose jaw is still dropped.

"I'll be seeing you around, kid," he whispers as he places his glasses back on and walks out. "Stay safe. Enjoy the pizza."

The teen watches him, almost starstruck as if he were some celebrity.

Bishop guesses his reputation proceeds him... but how does this kid know him?

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[angeltsan]

...so imagine being roommates/besties with jaehyun and he's like the best roomie ever, always listening to you, doing all the chores you tell him to do, having a huge crush on you and getting a kick out of being praised for being so attentive, you know. everything could be perfect, the only 'downside' is the fact that the walls of the apartment are so thin and you can hear him jerking off. every. single. night.

and you can't sleep because of it because he is soooo loud. he is whimpering and moaning and doesn't even think about the fact that the one he's jerking off to is sleeping in the room next door because he's so lost in the moment. besides the fact that it's super loud it's obviously super hot as well because....well...jaehyun

so one evening you are watching tv together cuddled up on the couch when you decide to confront him because you really can't take it anymore, you just need your sleep back. but you kinda are too descriptive about how whiny and desperate he sounds and how clearly you can hear everything to the point where he can't take it anymore and starts humping your leg.

once you realize what's going on you let him continue, cup his face and tell him you're gonna take care of him, that you will take care of your good boy, even when he's humping your leg like a stupid little puppy. and then tears start forming in his eyes, once he's cumming in his pants tears are streaming down his face and while he's sobbing he's apologizing for making a mess and being a bad roommate. and you're just smiling and telling him that he's the best roommate ever.

sorry for the long ask but the sub!jaehyun brainrot is too real like i don't know what he's doing to me recently

can i be 💙 anon pretty please???

idek if i have anything to add to this bc it's so perfect already?? you ticked all the boxes like this could be a whole fic right here omg. ALSO YES U CAN BE 💙 ANON WELCOME 🫶 i look forward to seeing your future thoughts cuz this already is so so good like this ask is genuinely so yummy... i lowkey wanna write this into smth but i also know that i have a tendency to start drafts and never finish them LMAODHDJ

#angeltsan.luvletters #angeltsan.nonnies #💙 anon #angeltsan.thinking #angeltsan.bnd #boynextdoor smut #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor smut imagines #boynextdoor hard thoughts #boynextdoor hard hours #bnd smut #bnd imagines #bnd smut imagines #bnd hard thoughts #bnd hard hours #boynextdoor x reader #bnd x reader #kpop smut #myung jaehyun smut #boynextdoor jaehyun smut #bnd jaehyun smut #jaehyun smut #myung jaehyun x reader

[ironbabey]

July

Peter Parker x Reader

angst, maybe fluff?

Word Count: 1k

Inspired by the song July by Noah Cyrus

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I've been holding my breath, I've been counting to ten, over something you said

“So uh, what do ya say? Wanna give it a shot?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes-

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m gonna have to say no.”

No. He said no.

It took you months to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, ironically you told yourself the worst he could say was no. Fuck, it hurt.

You were crushed. “Oh uh, that's okay. We can just stay friends.” It’s not okay, you don’t want to be friends. Well, you do. You also wanted-no, hoped- for something more.

He smiled, god you loved that smile. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even breaking it at the same time.  “Glad this won’t change our friendship. I care about you a lot.” He says, you can hear the pity in his voice.

He cared, just not in the way you wanted.

I've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, I'm alone in bed

You were always told rejection hurt but you didn’t think it’d be this painful. Peter went out while you were sulking in your bed. There’s more fish in the sea, right? You shouldn’t have fallen for him, everyone told you not to, and yet here you are.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he didn’t like you.

You were nothing compared to her.

You didn't have the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect...anything. You were just you.

You stupidly thought that it would be enough for him, she didn't even remember him, but you made new memories with him.

You know I, I'm afraid of change. Guess that's why we stay the same

You two were fighting now. It's your fault anyways. You lashed out on him just because he hadn’t reached out to you since that day. He's ignored your texts, calls, hell you even tried an email for the fun of it. He stilled ignored you.

The day you confessed really fucked things up.

You decided to be the bigger person and show up at his door. He would've known you were going over if he read your messages.

“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t change us. You said you wanted to be friends so why are you being such a dick?”

 “I’m being a dick? Oh, that’s real funny coming from you. I have a life full of other people, not just you. I don’t see why I have to be the one to do everything.”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed that you were acting childish, “No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

So, tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Peter let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, the soft hair you used to play with during the times you'd study together. “I think you should go. I can’t handle this—you—right now.”

You refused to cry in front of him. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed your bag and slammed the door shut on your way out. You fucked everything up, didn’t you?

Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

A week went by, and he finally texted you, asking you to go over and talk it out. In the end you were still his best friend, and he didn't want to lose you.

You picked up a photo that was in a beautiful golden frame on the coffee table, you knew who the woman was, Peter talked about her all the time, and it killed you. You thought he was over her.

 “What are you doing with that?” He grabbed the framed photo from your hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, “It was just sitting here, she’s pretty. Really pretty.”

Peter smiled, “Yeah, she was. The greatest too.”

‘Cause you remind me everyday, I’m not enough but I still stay

You two sat in uncomfortable silence. He wanted to make up, wanted things to be normal again, but you had other plans. You wanted answers. “What does she have that I don’t? What’s so different?”

He groaned. “Please, don’t start this right now.”

You stood up from the couch, “No! I want to know why you’re after someone who moved on. Someone who doesn't even rem-“

“She was the only one there for me through all of it! She helped me from beginning to end! I ruined everything just to make sure she got into the school she worked so hard for!" His voice went soft, he couldn't hold back the tears that went streaming down his face. His brown eyes were hardly visible through them, "She was all I had. She was the only girl that ever looked my way and actually liked me.”

Then what am I?

I've done a lot of things wrong, Loving you being one. But I can't move on

“What?”

“Then what am I?”, you repeated deep down you knew you were being a little selfish, but he had no right to say you didn't care, “I’ve been there for you. I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, I even fought with you and you’re still tossing me aside?”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve done nothing but love and care about you but clearly that’s not enough! Nothing is ever enough for you! I-I’m not enough.”

Peter stood to hug her. To tell you that you was more than enough. To tell you he was just afraid of being more than what you were now.

If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go

You moved away from his attempted hug. How dare he cry when it was him who was hurting you? “N-No, you don’t get-get to cry.” you choked out through your own tears.

“I’m sorry please just understand.” He begged.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me you don't want to see me again and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like you want.” That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left him too.

“That’s not-I want you to stay.”

You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

#peter parker #marvel #spiderman #idk im kinda dying #peter parker x reader #idk how to tag lol #marvel fic #ansgt #peter parker angst

[jhjluvs]

Sitting on Ricky’s lap while encouraging him saying his black hair looks really nice and all of a sudden he wants you to ride his thigh

heheh i luv this idea ty nonnie <3 posting a bit late but it’s still 520 here in the us of a (not my timezone tho 😔) so! it counts to meee :p btw this is meant to be a non idol/maybe businessman ricky (x fem!reader) au and i was picturing him from his bday live while writing this twt link (for reference)

“so pretty, rui,” you coo from your percy on ricky’s lap, running your hand through your boyfriend’s soft, long black hair. you think he’s absolutely perfect with any hair color, particularly red and blonde, but… ricky with black hair just hits different to you. ricky blushes at your compliments and smiles goofily at you, so you take it as sufficient encouragement.

“black really suits you,” you continue with a small smile. “it brings out your eyes. looks nice with your clothes, too.” your hands slide down ricky’s chest down to his waist, slowly feeling the smooth cool fabric of his back dress shirt and the waist of his slacks. you feel a little dizzy just looking at ricky even in the comfort of your own apartment, at how handsome he is. of core, there’s more to your ricky than that. he’s so sweet and loving to you always—he’s your lovelicky, after all.

“mm, what else do you think, love?” he asks you after a beat. you put a finger in your chin and pretend to think for a few moments.

“you’re so handsome, rui,” you say back. “always. this new color looks so nice on you, baby.”

“thank you, angel.” ricky whispers the words as his cheeks redden again. you giggle at him softly, then lean in for a kiss. ricky kisses you softly, his lips melting into yours. he pulls away from you slowly though, favoring the taste of your kiss. your hand find their way to his waist again, reaching for him almost instinctively. ricky notices this and smirks to himself.

“ride my thigh, princess,” he urges you in the same soft tone from earlier. he says it so gently yet so huskily it send a shiver down your spine. you feel your cheeks growing hot, but you nod. you shift a little in ricky’s hold so your clothed core rests against one of his thighs, so close to his skin yet so far. your hips start moving slowly, a little unsure.

“like this?”

“that’s it, good girl,” ricky praises. he grabs onto your waist to steady you and help you gain more friction on your aching pussy, his grip firm but not tight. you whine at the touch but try to stay quiet, not wanting to show your desperation so early. but you keep riding ricky’s thigh, your hips steadily moving faster and grinding harder on him as the pleasure builds within you. you start whining, moaning softly into ricky’s ear while your arms stay firm on his shoulders.

“rui, m’close,” you gasp, shaking. your whole body feels abuzz with the pleasure, with the anticipation of an orgasm. you knew you would make a mess in to your panties and ricky’s dress pants, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care very much when thoughts of Ricky taking you to bed to fuck you properly invaded your mind. riding his thigh was nice and all, but having ricky inside you was always much better. your boyfriend‘s voice brought you back down to earth, though, cutting your thoughts short.

“yeah? you wanna come, princess?”

“yes, please!”

ricky smirks as he hears your noises picking up, your mounting desperation as your orgasm approaches. you sounded so pretty, so sexy for him that Ricky just har to give in. how could he deny you when you begged so sweetly?

“come for me, love,” he whispers.

you came with a cry moments later, not bothering to conceal your moans as your pussy clenched pathetically around nothing. as you came down, ricky kissed your cheeks and your forehead.

“did so well for me, (y/n),” ricky whispers, “sich a good girl.” he keeps praising you, returning your earlier compliments tenfold as you come back to him and your mind clears. you smile at ricky again and peck his cheeks before you climb off of him as gracefully as you can. he raises an eyebrow, but you stay quiet until you’re on your knees in front of him.

“Let me return the favor,” you say softly, and ricky is more than happy to let you have your way.

#this is saur bad im rlly rusty m sorry guys ☹️ #but hbd my babycat love u #i could maybe write a part 2 to this if yall want btw :3 #ricky smut #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #☆. ˚ ₊ 𓏸 *asks #☆. ˚ ₊ 𓏸 *

[stardewrotsession]

Note: I finally got this done, holy shit. I tried to make these head canons more different than their 10 heart event since I already did something similar, but on some of the bachelors I just couldn’t help it. Either way, I thought this was a neat little premise.

When the bachelors plan to propose, but you beat them to it

Sam

- So I think to think of Sam as one of those “I’m gonna fake it till I make it” and pretend to be nonchalant about it on the outside.

- But on the inside he’s freaking out lol.

- You’re the first person to really get him, without the whole “you’re just a kid, grow up” attitude towards him.

- He doesn’t necessarily wanna make it too romantic. But he wants to make it romantic enough to show you he really does love you.

- Maybe he’ll write a song for you. No, maybe he’ll do something cheesy like bring a boombox to your farmhouse in the middle of a storm. No, maybe he’ll make a poster!

- He’s just a tad bit indecisive lol.

- He was thinking of writing a song about you. Was actually halfway through the song when you randomly went up to him in the middle of fall.

- “Hey, I was gonna stop by the forest to gather some mushrooms… did you wanna come with me?”

- He was planning on taking a walk at some point, so why not?

- As you two walked there, he would mess around with you and tease you while you playfully bickered with him.

- And he loves your little bickers and jabs back at him. You always laugh or smile at him in the end, and it gives him a warm feeling.

- “So, I may not have been honest when I told you I wanted to pick mushrooms with you,” You said nervously.

- “I thought you just wanted to get away from the house,” Sam replied. “Be my knight in shining armor and take me away from my room!”

- Drama queen lol

- “Well, that,” you said, laughing when he grins at you. “But there was also something else. And I wanted to do it when you were taking your fall walks up the river and to the forest.”

- “Okay… now you’re scaring me a little,” Sam says jokingly, although you could hear his tone beginning to shift.

- You took a deep breath and grabbed something in your pocket, revealing it to be a small mermaid’s pendant to him.

- “I know it might not be the most romantic,” you began to say. “If I was as talented as you, I would’ve written a song or something. But… I really didn’t wanna have to wait that long after I got stuck on a few rhymes.”

- This man was flabbergasted lol.

- You knew how to take his breath away.

- “Um… say something,” you said nervously. “Please…”

- It took you by surprised when he immediately hugged you afterwards, spinning you around and cupping your cheeks in his hands.

- “You kidding me?” He asked. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

- You let out a sigh of relief and laughed, smiling against his lips as he leaned in for a kiss.

- After he pulled away, he said, “You know, I was halfway through your proposal song. But I might as well finish it so I can sing it to you at the next concert.”

- “You wrote a song for me?” You asked.

- “Of course I did,” he said while hugging you happily. “Who do you think I am?”

Sebastian

- Sebastian never planned on getting married.

- It wasn’t really on his mind that much. He was so determined to get out of the small town first, away from the countryside.

- But after meeting you, he starts thinking about it. A lot.

- To the point where sometimes he’ll half jokingly bring up liking the countryside more because of a “certain person”, and imagining his life with you and him still in the town.

- He starts to think about his life with you a lot.

- How things would be if he moved in with you, how his life would look if he married you, or even had a family with you.

- Over time he realized he really wanted to do that.

- To the point where he couldn’t stop thinking about it. You were on his mind 24/7, and imagining you getting married to him felt like it could be a reality now.

- Now the problem was where he’d propose to you.

- He could do it maybe on the cliffside where he goes to look out at the city. But that could be weird, considering he used to go there to get away from the town. Now, he wants to stay in it.

- Maybe by the beach, but he only really goes there when it’s raining.

- The Mountain Lake isn’t anything necessarily special for the two of you.

- The whole time he was rack his brain trying to figure out where he’d propose to you. It started getting on his nerves, tbh.

- But the funny thing is…

- …that you end up proposing when you two are relaxing at the farmhouse, watching a movie together.

- “Hey, so I was walking around the beach the other day,” you began.

- “When it was raining?” He asked. “I would’ve gone with you.”

- You smile and shake your head.

- “Yeah, you could’ve. I ended up seeing a frog by the river on my way back.”

- “Lucky,” he said while grabbing some popcorn.

- “But I wanted to go to the beach, for this…”

- You slowly pull out a mermaid’s pendant, carefully holding it out towards him.

- He glanced at it, then looked back at the movie. Then did a double take.

- He immediately paused the movie and turned his body towards you, carefully admiring the pendant.

- “I know this isn’t the most romantic place,” you began. “But I really think you’re something special, Seb. And I really wanted to ask… will you marry me?”

- He couldn’t help but crack a smile, holding out his hands and admiring the pendant in its full beauty.

- “Of course I will, how can I say no to that?”

- He leans in and kisses you gently, as if his words didn’t already tell you enough.

- Sure, it could’ve been done in a more romantic way. But I don’t think Sebastian really needs that.

- He’s honestly just glad you’re here for the ride. With him.

Harvey

- So remember when I said Sam would be nervous about it?

- Harvey’s like, 10 times worse.

- He HAS to get this right, in his head.

- It’s not like he’ll think you’ll dump him if he doesn’t. Even though the thought has crossed his mind once or twice.

- He just thinks you deserve the world. Poor guy barely thinks he’s good enough to be with you, but you’ve comforted him enough to let him know he’s more than enough <3

- With that being said, he’d want to propose doing something out of his comfort zone.

- Kinda like when he took you on a date to the hot air balloon. But even bigger.

- Maybe he’ll take you to a Ferris wheel, or take you somewhere to watch fireworks.

- Or both??

- Harvey never really liked Ferris wheels. But, he was determined to go on it. To give you an amazing view, and amazing memory, and an amazing time.

- Besides, he’s gone on a hot air balloon, right? He’ll be fine.

- So he brought up the mermaid pendant that night with you in hand, planning on proposing once you two hit the highest point.

- …But he didn’t really consider how scared he’d be in the moment.

- Right when the Ferris wheel began moving, his knees locked in place and he kept closing his eyes to stop himself from looking down.

- As you two got further up, you soothed his mind by holding him, giving him soft kisses, and comforting him with words.

- “I’m sorry,” Harvey sighed. “I wanted to make this romantic for you.”

- “We still can,” you say as you start rummaging through your pocket.

- Harvey could feel his face heat up when he sees you pull out a mermaid’s pendant.

- “I wanted to do this when you were more comfortable,” you began. “But I can’t wait any longer.”

- He’s smiling a lot, and nods his head.

- “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” he manages to say, before pulling you in for a kiss.

- Now can you imagine kissing Harvey while the Ferris wheel hits the highest point, fireworks going off in the background as the rest of the world around you two disappears?

- Stop it, you guys are literally so cute.

Alex

- I’m ngl, I think Alex would definitely want to make his proposal very public.

- He loves you, and he wants everyone to know just how much he does.

- So maybe he’d propose in the Saloon on a Friday night, when he knows everyone will be around.

- Or he’d propose at a gridball game during half time, the cameras glued to the two of you as he told the whole world just how much in love he was with you.

- Either way, he had everything set up. He settled on the saloon so you would be more comfortable.

- He might want to show you off but he also wants to make sure you feel okay first.

- He wanted to ease into his plan. Maybe take you to the beach when the sun’s setting before walking over to the saloon.

- It was so cute, he had this whole thing planned where he wanted Gus to play the violin, like your very first date.

- However when you two got to the beach, you ended up being one step ahead of him.

- Walking over to the beach, he noticed a something drawn in the sand.

- At first he thought it was one of Jas’ or Vincent’s drawings. But walking closer to it, he noticed there was a huge heart with words in the middle.

- “Will you marry me?”

- He was stunned, to say the least.

- I honestly don’t know whether or not he’d slowly turn around to face you, or whip his head as fast as he could towards you lol.

- Either way, he sees you pull out the mermaid pendant from your pocket or backpack while smiling sheepishly.

- “I tried to make it as romantic as possible…” you said.

- He laughs while nodding his head.

- He’d be a fool to not accept.

Shane

- I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t really know how Shane would approach marriage.

- I know if he were to consider it, it’d definitely be because you’ve changed him for the better.

- I just really don’t think he’d know how to go about it.

- He’s never really been the romantic type, has never really thought about dates or serious commitments like that.

- Hell, before he met you, he barely thought he was gonna make it to tomorrow, let alone plan out how he was gonna propose to you.

- But he knew he had to change. Not only for you, though, dating you made him feel like he actually wanted to plan out his future.

- He knew he had to change for him, to make him happy.

- So he got to work.

- Sometimes he’d say he was going to the saloon for Joja Cola or to play Prairie King, when really he was going to ask advice on how to ask you to marry him.

- Obviously Gus was all for it.

- I think Pam was too wasted to care.

- I think Shane would settle on trying to propose to you at the saloon. Gus wanted to support Shane in any way possible, and Shane, surprisingly a romantic, wanted everyone to know how devoted he was to you.

- Unfortunately for him, he didn’t exactly know how to get a pendant.

- Don’t get him wrong, he’s heard stories and tales about it “magically appearing when the time is right.”

- But he wanted it right now, man was impatient af.

- For now, he was just going to accept your offer to go to the movies, and figure out how to get the pendant for you later.

- Jojamart had been long gone since you came, and truthfully? He was happy it was gone.

- Before it was a mixed feeling of not occupying any of his time anymore. But that time was spent with you instead.

- Anyways, two you walked to the movie theater together hand in hand. The fresh smell of popcorn hit the two of you when you entered.

- “Let’s watch It Howls in the Rain,” you suggested.

- You got him his favorite snack and practically ran to the movie room, confusing Shane but ultimately giving him something to chuckle about.

- The whole time watching it, he was reminded of how much he loved you.

- Everytime you tensed up when you got scared, when you held onto him close when a scary scene came up.

- Everything just felt right.

- “Hey Shane?”

- The movie had just ended, and people were starting to leave.

- “Yeah?”

- “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now,” you say, beginning to slip your hand into your pocket. “Close your eyes.”

- “But it’s dark here anyways-”

- “Just do it.”

- He listens carefully as you pull out something, holding his hand out when you’re ready. You close his hand around something small. Something skinny, with a little point at the end. And a string. It almost felt like a…

- He opened his eyes to see the mermaid’s pendant in his hands, and looked over at you.

- “Where did you-”

- “Don’t worry about it,” you said with a grin. “Will you marry me?”

- He looks down at the pendant again, a grin beginning to form on his face.

- “I’d be stupid if I didn’t say yes.”

Elliot

- I’m sure Elliot’s a die hard romantic, he’s gonna want to make sure everything goes right

- I mean, he always imagined a romantic relationship would be as amazing as it is in the books.

- But as cheesy as this sounds, his romantic relationship with you blew those expectations out the park.

- He truly felt loved by you, and every moment he spent with you was nothing less than a dream come true.

- So he planned it all out. Even got the mermaid pendant somehow, from some weird guy on the beach in the rain.

- You two went to the library together later that evening, and he was constantly recommending this romantic fantasy novel to you.

- He was going to plant the pendant at the end of chapter one, and once you got to it, he would get on one knee and ask the question.

- It sounded like an awfully romantic plan, to him anyways.

- However, he was so absorbed in his plan that he didn’t even notice you slipping your mermaid pendent into his pocket in the morning.

- By the time you two got to the library, he began to take out his wallet when he felt something small poke his finger.

- “What is this?” He asked before pulling it out.

- Ngl, at first he was petrified. Poor guy thought he forgot to put the pendant in the book.

- But after you explained to him how much you wanted to marry him, he realize you two were planning on proposing on the same day.

- He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, which did make you a little insecure at first.

- “No,” he said, immediately sending your uncomfortableness. “I mean…”

- He grabbed the book he wanted you to read and pulled out his mermaid’s pendant. He smiled at you as you pieced together the puzzle.

- “Really?” You asked in disbelief, a smile creeping onto your face.

- “I say we both wear one,” he says while taking yours in his hand.

- He puts the necklace over his neck and puts the necklace he gave you over yours.

- He smiled looking at you, now wearing the pendant with pride.

- “We really do think alike, my love.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew headcanon #sdv sam #stardew #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #stardew valley headcanons #sdv elliot #first draft done #i’m tired

[theconstantsidekick]

Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (9) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst city babyyyy

Summary: Zemo has a revelation in store for the Stark siblings, and suffice it to say neither of them takes very kindly to being betrayed by someone they had once trusted with their life.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma, Canon Typical Violence, Accident?

a/n: My writing speed is that of a fucking turtle.

Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (8) | Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (10) | Series Masterlist | Age of Ultron (Static Origin Story) | The Avengers (ft. Static) | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (ft. Static) | Static Verse Masterlist

“Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself,” she hears Tony’s voice ring out somewhere ahead.

“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork,” she can hear Steve’s desperation for truce in his response. 

Y/n can glitch in right now. She’s at the end of the corridor, a couple of steps and she’ll be with them. But not yet. She’s desperate for there to be a solid sign of the truce. She isn’t sure she can watch her brother and the man she loves with her body and soul fight any more. It’s been tearing her apart. 

The truce—even a temporary one—is all she can hope for. And apparently good things come to those who wait.

“It's good to see you, Tony.” Steve adds finally.

“You too, Cap.” Tony responds. A smile breaks out on her face. “Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop the…” she hears Tony say and she knows that is the right moment.

Sergeant Barnes lowers his weapon and the moment he does, she miscalculates by an inch and glitches in just behind him.

“Am I interrupting something?”

The progression of Sergeant Barnes’ gun changes instantly. It’s aimed at her within the second. The response time on the man is beyond absurd. She’d go as far as to say it’s impressive if she weren’t, you know? Whatever, you get it.

Her hands fly up. “Easy there, Sergeant!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony asks from where he’s standing down the stairs, in front of Steve.

Slowly, with her hands still up, she descends down the stairs to stand between the two most important men in her life. “What the fuck does that even mean? You thought I was going to leave you two alone after the shit you’ve been pulling in the last 72 hours?”

“I didn’t think you’d come,” Steve adds, with a hint of hope in his words. If she were looking his way, she’s sure she could spot the curve of his lips forming the most subtle smile. She absolutely loves seeing that smile… but she doesn’t really wanna look his way, in the general direction of the man right behind Steve.

“I wish I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have a gun pointed at me,” she retorts, eyes straight ahead, staring at the slimy gray walls of the HYDRA facility.

“Are you—” Tony takes a step closer to her, “Are you trying not to make eye-contact with Barnes?”

Her hands are still up as she’s facing Tony, “Yeah, no. I’m trying not to even look in his general direction. I’m still pretty scared of him.” She turns to the Sergeant but her eyes are locked on a spot on the floor that seems particularly interesting right now. “I’m extremely sorry, Sergeant Barnes, I mean no offense by this,” she looks to Steve, “but can you please make him put the gun down, it’s really not helping.”

“Bucky,” is all Steve has to say and instantly the gun’s down. It’s like whatever trance the Sergeant was in has broken. .

“I really am sorry,” she tries to tell him, looking vaguely in his direction. “It’s purely instinctual. It’ll fade… eventually. But for now…”

“I—” Sergeant Barnes tries but she cuts him off.

“We’ll talk about this, but not here and definitely not now.” Sergeant Barnes just nods slowly. Satisfied, she looks back at her brother and her boyfriend, “Let’s focus on stopping Zemo for now, rest we can figure out when time comes.”

With that sorted, all four of them begin making their way slowly down the corridor.

“I got heat signatures,” Tony comments.

“How many?” Steve asks.

“Uh, one,” Tony offers after a moment of consideration.

That makes Y/n halt her steps. Something’s off. She can feel something off. There’s a presence she can’t put her finger on. Not Zemo. Something else.

“What’s wrong?” Sergeant Barnes asks her.

She thinks it over for a second and then, “Nothing.”

As they walk into the vast chamber the lights come on. There are capsules in front of them, attached to the wall each one containing an enhanced soldier from the 1991 experiments. Hazy, yellow mist descends within the capsules. However, the bullet holes on the glass enclosures is what scares the shit out of her.

“They’re… They’re dead,” Y/n notes.

There’s a short crackle and a voice sounds out from the speakers. “If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep.” It’s Zemo. Her eyes fly from Tony to Steve who seem to be having the same realization. “Did you really think I wanted more of you?”

“What the hell?” Sergeant Barnes questions under her breath.

“I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here.” Zemo appears in a control room.

Before Y/n can warn him against it, Steve hurls his shield at him but it ricochets easily against the chamber and comes flying back to Steve. 

“Please, Captain,” Zemo’s voice is laced with a smirk. “The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

“I’m betting I could beat that,” Tony retorts, walking closer.

“Oh, I’m sure you could Mr. Stark… Given time,” Zemo taunts. “But then you’d never know why you came.”

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve questions Zemo from across the glass window of the chamber.

Zemo, fucking, smirks.

It should terrify her, and to some extent it does. But there’s something in his eyes, something so familiar to her that she can’t believe she’s seeing it reflected back. She’s seen that look in her own eyes in the mirror for decades.

It’s fire. It’s fire and it’s rage and it’s as personal as it can get.

“I thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here, I just realized… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes,” Zemo notes, and fuck if that doesn’t creep the shit out of her. “How nice to find a flaw.”

“You’re Sokovian,” Steve notes. “Is that what this is about?”

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No.” Zemo dismisses the assessment so easily, so carelessly, it’s making all the damn alarm bells go off in her system. “I'm here because I made a promise.”

Steve studies Zemo for a second and then,, “You lost someone?” 

His eyes darken.

Y/n knows that feeling, this feeling. She knows it through and through.

Zemo clicks his tongue, then, “I lose everyone. And so will you.” He presses something on the console to his right. Instantly the computer on Steve’s right lights up. Something flashes on screen, Y/n can’t help herself, getting more curious by every passing word of the conversation, she walks over to Steve, to the computer. 

16 Декабрь 1991

She… she’s not sure how to…

What’s happening?

This isn’t—this isn’t…

“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead…” Zemo’s words are dangerous.

“Anthony,” is all that Y/n can choke out. It’s probably her tone, and the use of his full name that brings Tony rushing over to her side.

She reaches for his hand. Instinctually, Tony disassembles his armor from his hand so he can hold hers.

When Tony looks at the freeze frame of a secluded road and the date on the tape, December 16 1991, his eyes rove with anxiety. “I know that road. What is this?”

As the tape begins to play, the horror unfolds in front of her eyes. She watches unable to breathe with an iron grip on the Iron Man. 

She watches the car crash, she watches Howard Stark plead only to be shocked at the face of his assailant. She watches as her bloodied-up best friend, the person who saved her, the person who gave her a home—the person who gave her a family—is struck in the head with a metal arm. She watches on as Howard’s body slumps, falling to the ground lifelessly. His corpse is then dragged back and placed in the driver’s seat of the car.

Then the assailant moves on to the next target, the collateral damage, Maria. He walks over to the passenger seat of the car where Maria is calling for Howard. She watches Maria plead for help but help doesn’t arrive. Instead, expressionless, the assailant chokes the life out of her. Maria Stark dies. The kindest woman she’s ever known in her life is drained of her life and left like trash at the corner of an unnamed road.

The Winter Soldier then walks up and aims the gun at the surveillance camera and shoots it.

The screen goes black.

Y/n had some semblance of an idea that perhaps yes, Howard and Maria Stark’s death wasn’t an ordinary accident. She’d desperately begged Peggy to look into it, with Thompson and Souza. They had and gave it the all clear.

But in this moment, she thinks—she realizes, perhaps she always knew the truth and was too afraid to look into it. Because if not then, why didn’t she investigate it herself? Back then she’d given herself the excuse that Tony needed her more than the investigation. She’d told herself that she’d be too biased to conduct a sound inquiry. Her feelings would’ve gotten the entire thing too muddled up and messy. She told herself it was the smarter thing to maintain distance. 

That was all horseshit.

She was a scared little kid on the streets of Madripoor once again. She’d lost her family and was walking around without a place to call home and the thought of having to fight HYDRA on top of that would’ve been too much. She’d looked the other way, let things slide, let the murder of her only family slide on account of being a fucking pussy.

And now, she has to confront the truth.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve somewhere behind her.

She can’t take her eyes off the now black screen.

“I didn’t know it was him,” Steve answers.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?” 

There’s silence for a few seconds, a long, long few seconds, and then, “Yes.”

That—now that makes Y/n turn.

She only catches Steve’s eyes for a second, before Tony’s punching Steve and reengaging the Iron Man helmet. 

More things happen, the fight’s broken out, she’s sure more shit goes down but something just pricked her in the back of her neck and she’s feeling a little dizzy. Everything feels… so fucking heavy. 

Y/n can still hear the commotion from the fight between the men but it seems distant.

“My apologies, Miss Stark, you imbalance the scales too much,” Zemo’s voice rings out on the speaker. “You’ll be back in the game in just a little while.”

“You ever plan on opening your eyes, sleeping beauty?

“What have you got against my happiness, you cruel, cruel man?”

“I’m not the one who wanted to do this, remember?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re an ass?” She dragged herself out of the passenger seat of the car. Stretching to unfold her joints, she shoved the man next to her just for the fun of it. 

“I’ve got a list of ‘em under my bed, you want to be the latest addition?” He threw back with a smile. Say what you will about the man, but no one can ever deny that Howard Stark had a killed smile. 

“Smart ass,” she chided him without much heat.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell me something new,” he retorted, hand waved in dismissal. “You ever gonna tell me why we’re here? As far as I recall, I was promised the best bachelor party known to mankind.”

She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t promise jackshit, dickwad. I told you we were going to Atlantic City, the rest you made up all in your head, all by your lonesome.”

“What’s a man supposed to think when his best friend tells him that the bachelor party road trip is going to be to Atlantic City?” He pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.

They were leaning on their broken down car, parked on the beach—parked, however would be a generous term. They’d pushed it off the highway onto the beach as a makeshift camp site. The sun was setting ahead of them, slowly being swallowed up by the waves. The wind blew in their faces, as the cars passed by behind them. It made the shit-show of a road trip seem almost worth it… if you didn’t include their car breaking down in the middle and having to push it for a couple miles. Yeah, pretty worth it apart from that one slight glitch.

“I’m your best friend?” She asked, absolutely confused.

Howard just looked at her once before breaking out in maniac laughter. “What sorta question is that?”

“A genuine one,” she told him, serious as ever. “Howie, you serious? I’m your best friend?”

“Yeah, Stark! Obviously you’re my best friend, who else?” He replied, still laughing his ass off. 

“Any fucking body, man. Even Jarvis seems like a more likely option than… me,” she answered.

“That’s some horse shit, Stark and you know it! We live together, we work together, we shit together, eat together. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone’s face as much as I’ve seen yours in the last couple years. You’ve got my last name, damn it. Who the fuck else would be my best friend?” He was looking at her then, genuinely concerned. He seemed like she was asking him if the moon truly revolved around the Earth.

“I… I thought all that—all that’s shit you have to live through cause Peggy dumped me on you,” she provided meekly.

That apparently irked him some. “You think I do all that shit with you cause of Peggy?” He asked. 

She nodded in a simple reply.

That apparently was not the right move. 

He threw the cigarette to the ground, quite angry now, “Why the fuck would I? I’m not a saint and you know it. I never have been. You could count all my good deeds on one hand and all of them had a selfish reason behind it.” He began to pace.

“What was the reason behind this one?”

He looked at her, eyes wide in astonished fury. “The reason behind letting you into my life was that you are by far the only person who understands me. You are the only person I have ever met who’s never asked me to mold myself into something I’m not, while simultaneously encouraging me to be better. You’ve been in my corner, without hesitation and you’ve ripped me a new one when I’ve been wrong. You, Stark, are the only person I’ve ever met who is able to make me believe I am a good man, and understand that I can be better!” He seemed like he was about to blow a gasket. “People see me, see an ass and let me be. You are probably the only person who looks at me and sees the complexities, the entire picture of me as a man. No one gets me, Stark, not even me… Not like you do. 

“At the end of the day, sharing a beer with you, working on cars with you, bitching about S.H.I.E.L.D. with you, that shit keeps me sane. Part of me’s so fucking glad you quit, cause now you’re not gone for days on end for stupid fucking missions. Cause then I get to sit with you and chat about absolutely nothing.” He was still pacing. “You really thought I did all that out of the goodness of my heart? You think I gave you my name cause Peggy asked me to?”

She nodded again, which again was apparently not the right call.

“FUCK, Stark! If I were such a giver I would’ve joined the fucking Red Cross! I gave you my name cause you are my family, damn it!”

“Oh.”

“Oh?!” He raged, not pacing anymore. Facing her, he asked, “That’s all you got?”

She thought for a second, looked over at the man who was standing in front of her, wearing a t-shirt and jeans like any normal dude. The last time she saw the man without a suit and tie was a long time ago, he looked much less of a dick this way. 

“We came here for, i don’t know, for something like a… a last hurrah. I found a place downtown. That and—” she was cut off.

“What?” Howard Stark looked like someone had just punched him in the gut. 

“I found a place downtown,” she told him. “Gimme a week or so, I’ll be out before the wedding.”

“What?”

She hesitated, “I’d be out sooner but I don’t really own… furniture?”

“WHAT?”

She didn’t know how to respond to this line of questioning anymore. “What do you mean what?”

“Is this about what happened? If you’re mad at me, which you have every right to be, let’s fight it out. Punch me if you want, Stark. I’ll take it!” He looked so desperate, it threw her for a spin.

“No! No, this isn’t about that,” she told him, because it’s not.

“Then why else would you talk about moving out?” He didn’t let her answer. He took a couple steps towards her. He fumbled with his words, going back and forth before he looked at her and said, “Look, I understand what I did… I wa—I was way out of line. But I am truly sorry, Stark. I promise you, it will never happen again. I… My head wasn’t in the right place. I thought if I found something—no I don’t know. I thought I could help. You were struggling with controlling your powers, so I thought maybe I could find something to help you with it. I thought I’d tell you if I found something, and if I didn’t then… Then no harm done, right?” He seemed beyond desperate.

“It’s not about that, Howie.”

“Come on! I know you’re pissed at me! Just say it!”

She walked past him, with her back to him and her face to the ocean ahead, she replied, “I am not pissed at you, Howie…”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

She exhaled deeply. “I’m hurt, not pissed.”

“Is that why you want to move out?” He asked, his voice small.

She turned to him then, “What? No! You’re my best friend, dickwad. I ain’t ditching you cause you did something profoundly stupid?” 

“I’m your best friend?” Howard asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck off, asshat.”

He took a step towards her. “No, seriously. I thought, after what I pulled…”

“You were an ass, yes. It was a breach of trust and like I said, I am… I’m pretty hurt… But that’s got nothing to do with any of this.”

“Then?”

“You’re getting married, man. I can’t keep crashing on your couch once your wife’s around,” she explained. “How is she gonna feel?”

“Elated,” he answered easily. Before she could argue, continued, “I think Maria is more excited about sharing the place with you than me. Something about you being a better cook or whatever.” He leaned on the car again, pulling out a fresh cigarette, he lit it.

“Oh so it’ll be you, your wife and the freeloader on the couch? One big happy family?” She was frankly really confused about the entire arrangement.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. I’ve never bought groceries a day in my life, and yet the fridge is always stocked. You’re the farthest thing from a freeloader, Stark. And besides, I’m not as big a dumbass as you think I am, you know? I’m not gonna make her move into my room that shares a wall with yours.”

“Then?” She asked, motioning him to pass the cigarette to her. She took a drag.

“I live in a mansion, you idiot. We’ll move into the master-bedroom, like God fucking intended I’ll turn my old room into my lab, which let’s be honest is already my lab, and we’ll be fine and dandy!” He took the offered cigarette from her hand and took a drag himself.

“Oh…”

“You really didn’t think I had a plan?” He asked with the smirk audible in his words.

She shook her head, “I thought moving out would be the kinder, smarter thing to do.”

“How?”

“I’d be done burdening you and it’d be less humiliating than you finding me a place as a way of politely telling me to fuck off,” she offered.

He looked at her again, “If after all these years you don’t already know that place is your home, then I have been doing something seriously wrong.” 

Somewhere behind them, up the hill on the road, a car was parked as the two passengers were yelling out their names from inside it. It was Jarvis and Maria, calling out to them. She and Howard had called them asking for help once they knew their car couldn’t be saved even with the joint acumen of both friends. 

They both turned at their names being yelled out. Looking back at the site of Maria waving at them, Howard’s head fell. “I really have been doing it wrong, haven’t I?”

She motioned for both of them to park the car and join them on the beach before turning to Howard. “You’ve been doing just fine.”

“I shouldn’t have lied to you about the experiments,” he stood up straighter. “If you want to move out because of all that shit, I understand. I’ll get you a place in New York, not too close but not too far either. And you don’t gotta worry about any furniture or any of that shit. I’ll get it sorted.” He turned over to Jarvis and Maria who were walking down the hill to them. “Hey Jarvis, what was the name of my realtor?” He shouted.

She punched him on the shoulder, hard.

“OWW! What was that for?”

“For betraying my trust and conducting experiments on my blood without my consent,” she told him, his face sobered instantly. So she punched him again.

“FUCK ME! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

“Thinking I cared for you so little that betraying me would change the fact that you’re my best friend.”

“What in God’s name are the two of you doing?” Maria asked as she and Jarvis finally came to stand in front of them.

“Oh I was just about to ask Stark if I can punch for thinking you and I were going to kick her out,” Howard told Maria while looking at her with a smirk.

“You’re welcome to try.” She told him.

But Maria intervened, “What kind of nonsense is that? Why the hell would you move out?” Her tone is so stern it throws her off. “You’re family.”

And just like that, it was settled.

Y/n was a Stark.

When she wakes up, all she can hear is Steve’s voice ringing in her ears.

‘Don’t bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?’

‘Yes’

Her eyes couldn’t focus. Try as she might, her head is too heavy for her vision to be anything but blurry. Everything’s too heavy. She tries to stand, but the weight of her bones seem so foreign, she can barely flip herself onto her stomach.

But then, she hears something. The sound of a metal clashing into metal.

And a yelp. Tony’s yelp.

That’s a war cry. 

With whatever little strength she can muster up, she pushes herself off the ground. Stumbling across the hall, struggling to make her way through the  broken pieces of concrete, she gets to the end of the corridor, to the sight of her brother, on his knees, being tag teamed by Sergeant Barnes and Steve Rogers.

Suffice it, all hell breaks loose.

Her armor is up within the second.

Instantly she glitches in front of Tony, between the two super soldiers. Punching Barnes in the throat, her focus lands on Steve.

“Y/n,” Steve tries, stumbling back.

“Steve,” she speaks evenly, as she takes a step towards him.

“Y/n, he didn’t know,” his words are haphazard, confused. He keeps stepping back, trying to put distance between himself and her.

She’s not going to let him go that easily. “Uh-huh.”

“HYDRA had brainwashed him,” Steve says.

Her fists clench. 

“You know what that’s like, don’t you?”

And that—well, he shouldn’t have said that.

The first punch she throws lands straight on his jaw. She even hears it crack.

“Y/n,” he tries again, stumbling back.

“Talking part’s over, Rogers.” The second hit lands directly to his gut. He falls to his knees, she grabs his collar, dragging him upright, she hits him, and then hits him again, and again. As she’s going for another hit, a metal arm wraps around her wrist—halting her in the process.

Turning she faces Barnes. Knees him in the side, waits for him to recoil, for the hurt and lands a gorgeous uppercut. She grabs him by his shirt to keep him from falling. Pulling him back, she knees his other side, elbows him right to the face, once, twice, thrice before he blocks her.

He tries to land a hit to her side but she dodges easily. He’s using his right arm, instead of the metal one. It’s Barnes fighting her right now, not The Winter Soldier. She aims a kick to his temple but is blocked by Steve before she can land it. He pulls her by her leg, ready to throw her to the other side of the room only to get her off Barnes. He thinks she’s targeting him, that Barnes is her focus, the main subject of her anger.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

Mid motion of Steve yanking her off, she glitches out of his hand easily. She glitches in, less than a second later, only a couple steps ahead of him.

He yelps, shaking off his hand. The contact of his hand on her leg sent a bolt of electricity through his hand. She’s brimming with so much power right now, she’s kind of impressed with him still standing. He eyes her. She can see a confusion of determination and.. Fear.

It makes her a little cocky.

With a clenched jaw and a slight tilt of her head, she challenges both men to do their worst.

Steve attacks her from the left side, while Barnes takes her on from the right. It’s hubris at its best. Steve Rogers is holding back because he believes he’s stronger, he believes he might hurt her. Sergeant Barnes is afraid to even have the fight, he’s only fighting to protect his best friend. But otherwise, he’s ridden with guilt—guilt of killing Howard and Maria, guilt of all the people he killed when he was brainwashed by HYDRA, the guilt of torturing her relentlessly under HYDRA’s mind control. Barnes is fighting with his heart, not his head.

Both men have made the crucial and substantial error of pissing her off.

She reads their attacks easily, dodging most and letting Barnes hit Steve by just moving out of the way or using Steve’s momentum to land a punch on Barnes. Their fight pattern is old and boring, just like them. Barnes manages to land a hit to her leg, she gives it back to him two folds by wrapping her thighs around his throat and throwing him through the ground. Steve on the other hand barely manages to land a hit to her gut.

“Ugh!” She yells out, and the man halts instantly.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, more out of habit than anything else.

Fucking idiot, she thinks, before kicking him straight in the chest. He stumbles back and falls on his ass. Furious at his naivete, he’s back on his feat instantly. With Barnes in toe, they jump back in on her.

But she sees them coming a mile away every single time—that’s the curse of fighting with your heart. It makes you predictable… if you know the person you’re up against.

There’s a hold, Steve’s shield against her punches, while the other hand’s occupied dodging attacks from Barnes. Steve looks at her then, right in the eyes before speaking between her punches, “Never thought you’d use it against me when I taught it to you.”

Belatedly, and only once the words leave Steve’s mouth does she realize that the move was his, he taught it to her on a sweet summery evening. They were covered in sweat and it felt sweeter than sin when one thing led to another and he’d tackled her to the ground for a completely different purpose altogether. She can practically feel her blood run cold.

The irony is, she would look back on this moment later and realise, that right now she’s doing the same fucking thing as the boys—fighting with her heart, with all the fire that’s burning inside of that small fragile little organ that her head doesn’t have a fucking chance against it. And unfortunately she doesn’t realize it until she makes the mistake of ignoring Barnes’ left arm. The metal arm.

Barnes lands blow right to her chest, the force of his super strength along with the metal fucking arm courtesy of HYDRA, sends her flying across the room. Her head hits the wall before she falls to the ground.

Her consciousness comes and goes, but she can swear she can hear Tony cursing at what she presumes are the offending party, Barnes and Rogers. But she can’t be too sure, the world seems to be slipping from her, like sand through her fingers.

“I know you always do, but I’ll say it just for my peace of mind—look out for Tony, will you?” Maria asked with such trepidation that one would think she genuinely was afraid the answer could ever possibly be anything except yes… AS IF. 

But Y/n just nodded.

Maria nodded as well and then looking back she placed a kiss on Tony’s cheek.  

“We’ll back by Monday morning,” Howard informed her, a little hesitant.

“Enjoy the fucking Bahamas,” Y/n had replied with a substantial amount of bitterness. She never appreciated it when they—more pointedly Howard—left Tony behind, so the bitterness came quite easily. And somehow it became the last thing she ever said to the two people who (along with Tony) constituted her entire family.

Her eyes open because of the sheer brightness of it. Her concussed brain cannot fathom what could possibly be radiating so much light. Until her eyes focus, then she sees it. Tony’s blast against Steve’s shield.

It breaks her heart. 

Then they’re fighting again. Steve’s falling heavy on Tony. With emotions running so high, she’s sure Tony’s not quite focused on his training. He’s probably relying on F.R.I.D.A.Y. to examine his fight patterns. She wants to help, but her head feels heavy, like there’s a leak in it. Stretching a hand with all her might, she touches the offending leak on the back of her head and apparently it really is a leak, because when she brings her hand back in front of her, it’s covered in red.

She looks around for Barnes then, suddenly very worried for Tony’s safety. She can’t protect him from both of them if she’s injured. But when she spots him lying on the ground, left shoulder armless and in ruins, all her fear fades away and she’s only left with pity.

When she looks back at Tony, he’s turned the tides. Steve’s on the floor on his knees in front of him.

“He's my friend,” she hears Steve say in between heavy breaths. But even on his feet with Tony looming over him, Steve Rogers sounds nothing but determined.

“So was I,” Tony replies… heartbroken.

Tony punches him again, then again and then throws him off to the side. “Stay down. Final warning,” he warns, blasters pointed at Steve.

Steve struggles to his feet, his face bloody and his gate weary. He raises his fists and stares Tony down, “I can do this all day.”

Iron man raises his left palm ready to fire. Bucky grabs his leg and Tony spins, kicking him in the face. Steve grabs Iron Man and lifts him over his head, then throws him down, punches him and bashes his mask off with his shield before striking down hard on the suit's core.Tony looks horrified and glowers fearfully at Steve who pants for breath. Both have blood spattered across their faces. Steve looks back at Tony then shuts his eyes and slumps down.

Later, much much later she’ll realize Steve had slammed the shield onto the arc reactor at the center of Tony’s suit on purpose. She doesn’t know that right now. Right now it’s too late, she sees red.

Slowly and then all at once the ground begins to shake. All three men are confused for a second until it clicks, for Barnes before either of her two favorite men in her life. Barnes is the one who looks to her for an explanation for what could very easily be a natural calamity. The other two follow eventually.

“Y/n,” Steve tries.

But like she’s already pointed out, it’s too fucking late. She’s radiating power, too much of it. Only when the men begin covering their eyes does she realize she’s radiating light, too much of it. She’s on her feet, levitating, inches above the ground.

“Doll,” Steve tries again. He shouldn’t have.

Her hands clench and the building begins shaking.

Steve takes a few steps towards her, with something akin to love in his eyes perhaps but she doesn’t much care for it now. “Doll, you gotta hear me out.”

“No…” she thinks aloud, “No I don’t.” She lets her hands go free, there’s a wave of energy that explodes from her, it's bright and it’s pink and it’s pure unadulterated power. The walls begin to crack, pieces of the structure begin to fall and all she can do is relish the horror in Steve’s eyes as the realization of her strength dawns on him.

The sky above them becomes more visible as the building and its miscellaneous parts fall away, and the sky is a soft shade of pink. She’s moving each and every part of their surroundings, even the clouds. They’re rubbing against each other, thunder crackling above them. There’s heat in her power, just as much as there is inside her. She’s burning with it, she wants to burn Steve with it as well.

How fucking dare he raise that shield against Tony? Against Howard’s son? After everything he did for Steve? After everything Tony did for Steve? After everything she did for him… after all her love?

How fucking dare he?

Her armor is up in a second and she hits the ground. Before Steve can even comprehend what’s happening, she manifests her blade, before he can register it, she’s shoving away Barnes who had stepped in to protect his best friend, before he can even react, her blade is glowing bright and pink inches from his eyes, already at his throat.

“Y/n,” Tony calls out, and his voice is the only thing between her and the death of Captain America at her hands.

It takes everything in her to not give in, to not slide her blade a little further, it’s already cutting in, drawing a drop of blood. She watches it trickle down onto his uniform. It breaks her heart, it breaks her apart. She loved this man, she loves this man, body and soul. She is his, even now. She doesn’t know how to not be his. She doesn’t know how to stop loving him, she is not sure she wants to, even now. But this is the cost of betrayal.

Barnes tries to step in, but he’s quite broken already. Moreover, he’s not her sinner. She glitches away with Steve only a couple steps away. Barnes is about to try again when she presses the blade further in, only by a millimeter but it draws more blood and Barnes backs down immediately. He looks to Tony, hopelessly.

“Y/n,” Tony begins. “Let him go.” His voice is broken and strained as it takes everything in him to get back on his feet. 

“Why?” She challenges. She’s raging, there’s so much inside her, so much brimming just under her skin, she’s electrified by it. The ground beneath her feet is shaking well enough that it’s cracking. They should be running, all of them should be running. Outside they can hear the structure crumbling to the ground, pieces of the building are falling all around them too.

“Because you love him, Y/n,” he tells her easily. There is no urgency in his voice, there is no fear either. He’s not worried about getting buried under the rubble, he’s not particularly worried about Steve either, she thinks. He’s speaking as if he’s just stating a fact, and a fact it is. “You love him so damn much.”

“So?” She watches Steve wince at her response, which wouldn’t throw her off all that much but he hadn’t even flinched when she’d first placed the blade against his throat. 

“So?” Tony throws back, his voice rumbling alongside the thundering clouds. It’ll begin raining any second now. “So it’ll kill you to kill him.”

“He deserves it,” she tells Tony, because he fucking does.

“I know,” Tony acquiesce. “But you don’t. It’ll break you, Y/n. And I can’t… I can’t lose you too….”

She knows he’s right. If she kills him right here, right now, and she could, she really fucking could, Tony would lose her because she well and truly loves this man more than she needs air to breathe. Because with every one of her responses she watches his heart break and while it felt like vengeance, her heart is aching knowing that she caused it.

What the fuck does that even mean? She wants him to hurt, like he’s hurt her but causing him pain hurts her more than it harms him so what even is the fucking point?

What in the fuck is the motherfucking point?

“Fuck!” She curses. 

She looks at Tony, covered in wounds and blood, who, just like her, is raging with anger only kept at bay out of reverence for her. He shakes his head. 

“FUCK!” She yells out, another wave of power pulsing out of her, breaking the entire foundation of the building at once. And then swiftly, she pushes Steve away and rushes over to her brother, shouldering his weight. 

Behind her, she hears Steve take a step towards her, but is stopped in his tracks when an entire staircase falls in front of him, blocking his path. It’s for the best. “Get out,” Tony tells him. “Get the fuck out of our lives, Rogers.” She doesn’t turn to look at Steve’s face at his words. She doesn’t want to know. 

Steve begins leaving, helping Barnes up and shouldering his weight. 

There’s rubble falling all around them when Tony calls out one last time. “That shield doesn't belong to you. My father made that shield!”

“You don't deserve it,” she says it only as a whisper but she knows he can hear it clear as day. 

Steve stops, raises his chin, then drops the shield and walks away with Bucky's arm around his shoulder.

Before the entire thing can collapse on their heads, Y/n glitches Tony and herself outside, near his jet.

It begins raining. It’s not supposed to rain this time of year in Siberia, but with the amount of energy Y/n has let escape into the sky, the clouds had very little say on the matter.

They sit there on the snow, under the rain and watch as the building crumbles to the ground. It’s a fucking mess. 

It’s silent but the animosity in the air is clear.

She knows he hates her right now and she can’t blame him all that much to be honest.

“You should have let me kill him,” she tells him.

Tony scoffs. “You should have let me kill Barnes.”

“Wasn’t his fucking fault he was brainwashed. He probably didn’t even remember till Zemo showed him the fucking tape. But Steve… he knew, and he lied to us.”

“You got great taste in men.”

Her jaw clenched, “You should have let me kill him then.”

“What would be the point?”

She doesn’t know the answer. But the terse tone of his voice is proof enough that a part of him blames her for it too. And well, he should. She could’ve done so much more about it all but instead she chose to fall for the man who lied to them about the death of their family. Of course he hates her. She hates herself.

Her phone chimes. Reluctantly she checks it. “Fuck,” she curses.

“Let me guess, in another 5 minutes I’m about to get a text from dear old Theadore about how he’s on his way ready to rain down hellfire?” Tony questions, clearly rhetorically. When she doesn’t respond, Tony clenches his jaw and says, “Get out of here, I’ll take care of it.”

“Tony,” she tries.

“Get out of here, Y/n!” Is all he says as he gets up and begins making his way inside his jet.

She stands there for a second, soaking in the rain, letting the snow beneath her feet burn her cold. And then she glitches away.

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[professorxsmokesweed]

#wanna see how many fellow arrogant bastards there are. through the power of loona and lesbianism i think i couldve done better #or at least if i do worse it would be significantly more awful #fly high crash hard‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ #xmfc #cherik #😄 #please i really do wanna hear thoughts on this #actually thinking of it. my ‘better’ is probably not what most people consider better but to me it is soooo

[pansear-doodles]

Siivagunner fusions make me happy because they reimagine music from other franchises in the style of another and no matter how crazy the mashup sounds on paper it ALWAYS WORKS WELL

But they also make me sad because 98% of those segments wont be its own full length music

#like please i want the full hotline bling in the style of touhou and seam's shop in the style of darkwood #theres also nonsiivagunner fusions/mixes like the 60+ smash music collab where the sonic and mother 3 ones are really fucking good #they genuinely sound so good like please i have tism for this SPECIFIC segment and i dont wanna wait for it to come along with other- #-segments i dont find myself repeatedly hearing for over a month #god forbid rippers do ANYTHING #thoughts

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"You'll think it's silly, but...th-that one came to me in a dream."

That was one of the most recent designs he'd done, and one that hit him like a thunderbolt. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning only a few short days ago, almost a week now, he had the most intense dream of that dress, and the woman wearing it. He never saw her face in this dream, but every detail of the gown-every pattern of lace, every fold of fabric, every cut and length and stitch-was seared into his memory that when he awoke, he immediately reached for the notebook, determined not to lose the design for anything.

"I don't even know where it came from," he confessed with a small shrug. "It just...came to me, and I wasn't able to forget it from then on." Such an intense dream, he really couldn't say where it came from, but it had entranced him anyhow-his only wish was that he'd gotten to see the woman's face; all he knew was that she was a blonde...

(...and somehow, in his heart, he knew she must be very beautiful...)

"H-Have you, uh...ever had a dream like that? Y'know, one that just...comes out of nowhere, you don't know where, but...it stays with you long after you wake up?"

#((please do; and let me know what you think after you watch it; i'd love to know your thoughts!)) #((i admit i was never a theater kid either; i love music and musicals; BUT i get intense stage fright)) #((so i could never see myself on the stage-but i love musical theater all the same!)) #((i've never been to broadway; but i've been fortunate enough to catch tour shows when they come to town)) #((which is how i got to see both 'phantom' and 'chocolate factory' which i'm very grateful for!)) #((of course there's plenty of other musicals i love-i'm pretty basic in my favorites:)) #(('beauty and the beast'; 'les mis'; 'cats'; the pretty standard go-tos)) #((but i'm also partial to 'the scarlet pimpernel' and; if we wanna count film musicals)) #((i of course love 'phantom of the paradise'; one of my all-time favorite 'phantom' adaptations!)) #((i believe i did hear 'back to the future' was getting a musical; i really hope you get to see it and that it's good!)) #((i hope it has some huey lewis in there!)) #outofhatboxes #beatingheart-bride #V:Dark Shadows

[aria0fgold]

I thiiink I processed a bit of my thoughts bout OFF but like, my mind was blown so there isn't much in it. One thing bout it though is that I really love the music in this game, like I be jamming to the battle music it sound so cool and catchy and it's actually stuck in my head. I also love the puzzles in the game, it's not too hard and it's also so nice to do! (I say that but I brute forced at least 2 puzzles. The puzzles right before Zone 1 and Zone 2's bosses... Trial and error even though the key to the puzzle was Right in the area but lazy in I don't wanna go back to look).

Also I love how, even if the game doesn't seem like much, it was hella enjoyable for me, must be cuz of the music. Like, I'd walk around so much finding a bunch of stuff and then battles happen with some banger music and it honestly felt like I just played that game for like a hour even though it was way more than that. Like, I really really enjoyed it.

For the story of the game... I have no idea what story is supposed to be there. But throughout it, whenever the Batter purifies a zone I start doubting if it's the right thing cuz everything looks so... lifeless... Like yeah sure, the spectres are also pretty bad and killing the poor Elsens, also doesn't help how Dedan makes the poor guys so stressed too but I was thinking if there was at least another way than just purifying everything but I'm stuck with the Batter. By the end the Judge saying that I'm the puppeteer but honestly I felt like more of the puppet for some reason.

I'm stuck with the Batter my guy, I won't proceed at all unless I do things that aligns with the Batter's mission. And in either endings, it's all bad in a way that, what's done is done. Choosing the Judge doesn't reverse anything, the world is completely lifeless and "purified," so in the end it's better to just keep being with the Batter and finish what we started. Which is pretty cool cuz I kept wondering Why was the game called OFF and then seeing the Batter ending and I'm like: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH (it was the first thing that blew my mind).

Like, I feel like this game's story got A Lot of stuff for me to know (Time to read through what everyone's theories are. I'm not really good with those so I always enjoy reading everyone else's). Like, the thing that I kiiinda get is that there's a lonely child who doesn't like his dad and prefers his mom but the mom doesn't even visit him much. He made 3 friends which he turned into guardians of the zones, and a mom regarded as the Queen. And then there's Batter which I feel like was based off of Boxxer in that comic that the kid was given to by his dad. And like, gestures vaguely, yeah, it's neat :D (my train of thought broke I don't remember what I was going with that).

#ariaplays #ariaplays: OFF #wai do i still use those tags for the final thoughts posts or no????? welp im using em in this post now #like this game is hella good its like reaaaally good but i cant say How good cuz im speechless #like i actually really like how the characters know theres a player #but at the same time it feels like that part is crucial in knowing the full story #also zacharie constantly breaking the fourth wall. like thanks dude. glad to be reminded that im playing a video game #but also thats crazy to be reminded im playing a video game through a video game character #also so funny how i went to the wiki and saw mention of a character called Sugar but i never got to meet her #which im kinda glad cuz ion wanna make zacharie sad cuz the batter killed her. im no completionist thank goodness #also like thats another thing. the batter decides when and where i can flee from a fight. which is fair. a common mechanic but #really makes it seem like hes more in control of everything than i am despite literally controlling his body #oh and the designs in this game are sooo horrifying yet soo cool #the most distressed ive been is during the bird boss fight cuz can you PLEASE let go of valerie's body alrdy hes dead #yet hes still hanging onto the birds head please shake his body off and let him rest #seeing and hearing the judge meowing loudly in the rooftop after that boss fight for his brother like maaaaannnn... pain... #anyway id like to say that i literally get attached to anything easily and i very much so like the add-on alpha. its my buddy now. #its been with me since the start of the journey. my favourite add-on...

[thedeadthree]

AYRENN URTHEMIEL (the exile) // VERLAINE VICENTE (the golden rose)

MINA MORGANTHAU (when twilight strikes) // VIORELE IORGOVAN (vtm: parliament of knives)

the loveliest @leviiackrman tagged me to do this cutest template for some of my ocs! ty so much jess! 🖤

tagging: @griffin-wood, @blackreaches, @confidentandgood, @chuckhansen, @risingsh0t, @marivenah, @queennymeria, @preachercuster, @jackiesarch, @yennas, @saintsilver, @shellibisshe, @cobb-vanthss, @loriane-elmuerto, @blissfulalchemist, @arklay, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @belorage, @amistrio, @steelport, @nokstella, @rosebarsoap, @celticwoman, @sunsetseasons, @aceghosts, @hoesephseed, @jacobseed and you!

#only if you want to of course! 🌿💚 #catching up on some tags! ✨🥺 thank you again jess this was the cutest!!!!! #im super late to this if you’ve done this already as well please feel free to ignore 🤍🤧 #im especially looking by how fitting the songs are for ayrenn and verlaine AHH #ayrenns for sure captures the painted phoenix and the persona she portrayed to the public! especially her opponents! #and cowboy like me……… verlaine and rafs song it’s theirs now they’ve claimed it THATS IT ✨😤 #‘youre a cowboy like me / perched in the dark / telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear / i could be the way forward’ #‘perched in the dark / telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear / like it could be love / i could be the way forward ->’ #‘only if they pay for it / your a bandit like me / eyes full of stars / hustling for the good life / never thought I’d meet you here.’ #SCEPTER RED ifykyk on vioreles clan sksnjxjx ✨😌 i was looking through the Pantone colors and came across it! it was so fitting! ✨😌 #and i really do love Mina’s aesthetic sm ✨🥺 her and Eddie if they lived in the same verse would be besties for sure ✨😌 #leg.tagged #leg.ocs #leg.edit #ill catch up on the rest tomorrow my brain is a fried egg ✨🤧 #but jess! Ty so much for the tag this was so lovely to do for the loves! 🖤🥺 #these also took me a SECOND to research into flower symbolism/ colors / AND animals and the music but i loved doing these! #blood tw #smoking tw #just in case! #IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TAKE THIS AS UR TAG ✨🥺

[iniziare]

Question: Sae, how do you feel about fanon takes for Tifa Lockhart? Me: I hate this place, I hate it here. I want to burn it all.

... Half of my tags were eaten alive. I oppose this.

#[ out of character. ] whatever. i don't really care. i'm just gonna sit this one out. #[ that's a lie-- i'm not gonna sit this one out. i don't wanna sit stuff out anymore. ] #[ i'm angy and the world must know-- am i going back to 2016/2017 sae; who am i. ] #[ i'm shaking at fanon takes. fucking save me. ] #[ i perpetually have salt shakers lodged in the palms of my hands. ] #[ listen-- i have respect for people's portrayals. i do. ] #[ except i don't when you misread a character so badly that you forego the very basis of their entire character arc. ] #[ this throws me back to the days when i made ezio because i read that someone thought he /enjoyed/ revenge. ] #[ like no i don't respect that. i don't respect that shit because you have such an abysmal take on the very foundation-- ] #[ of a character. ] #[ i don't care what you /want/ a character to be or do. that stands /entirely separate/ from what a character actually is or will do. ] #[ i need people to hear me on this one. ] #[ /your opinion is not fact/. ] #[ and yes i know people will go 'but sae this is your opinion--' ] #[ i'm going to throw these salt shakers-- what even is my salt tag. please blacklist this. ] #[ salt. ] If there were such a thing as terminal literalism; you'd have died in childhood. #[ god who was it on my dash the other day who said this-- but i take such immense offense to... ] #[ this concept of 'everyone's take is their own opinion'-- i'm sorry. what is critically analyzing material. ] #[ am i just pulling shit out of my ass here? ] #[ am i-- who claims to be canon strict and do /nothing/ if there's no strict basis for it within canon-- ] #[ am i held in the same regard as someone who just goes 'eh-- well i don't like what canon does SO I'M GONNA BE HEADCANON-BASED'. ] #[ no?? ] #[ no. please don't. then why am i here-- why am i here? ] #[ if not to analyze the shit out of these characters-- keeping what creators might actually intend for them; based on intricacies shown... #[ within canon material? ] #[ i'm sorry-- no. i'll stand here and die on the hill where i say that not all portrayals are even. ] #[ i'll bring that damn post back out that people were supporting for a while. ] #[ about this very topic (except remove the little extremes). ] #[ i also literally was salting about this in call a while ago; i don't respect your bad takes. ] #[ i don't respect your bad takes when they actively disrespect a character? why should i respect that? ]

[havethetouch]

Lil bit of Grief

Today's the day. Been dreading it a little not gonna lie but all things considered I am doing fairly well.

For those who didn't follow the shitshow that became my fams life for the last four years well, lemmie just say lotsa cancer in my fam and we lost 4 people with only a couple months of reprive in between each one. First my grandmother, then my father, then my uncle (fathers brother) and my grand cousin (cousin of my father).

Like except for my aunt which lives next door to me now bc I moved into my fathers (now mine) house, a whole generation just got wiped out in a short amount of timealong with our matriarch and well, it's been hard. Still is some days.

And today is the second death day of my father. Half of me is like "it's been two years already?" and another goes "it's only been two years?" And it's so weird and I'm a little off kilter, actually been off kilter for a bit now bc I knew the day was coming closer and idk idk it's different now because last year I was still living in the city and took a train out on this day to visit the house and his grave and to be with my aunt and now I am slowly trying to make this house my own place and we went to his grave together and cleared out the weeds and lit some candles and it's a weird weird mixture of grieflovesadnessloveangerlovenostalgialovebitternesslovelovelove.

But it's better than it was last year. I don't choke on every other breath. My memory is improving (got shot to shit bc of grief n stress obviously). I feel lighter than I have in a long while. This year has been kind on me things improved a lot. Lot of changes going on but mostly good ones that drive me forward instead of back or keeping me in place.

My grief has been softly sanded down like seaglass pearls now, it doesn't cut my hands and feet up as much but yeah... today it lies a bit heavier in my palm.

#But all things considered I'm doing well #Yesterday was rough I guess the anticipation of today got to me i was really explosive #But today it's all a bit quiet. Muted. #Im a bit tired ngl #Btw. Please spare me the “I'm sorrys” or condolences. I know they come from a kind place but I'm tired of hearing those #I am always down for catpics tho if you wanna express some empathy/sympathy #Yah anyway... wrote this to get some feels and thoughts out of my head

[lazyferalfawn]

? Huh 😀

#it’s so weird to me that whenever I am the one who is so like #ohhh please please please tell me ur opinion tell me ur stories I wanna hear what u have to say I wanna hear what is on ur mind #it’s totally clear and I KNOW people do wanna know about me and my thoughts too I really do know that #but uhh excuse me WHERE are those ppl irl ???? #is it because I am more of a quiet nature that I get interrupted at all times?? Is it because people aren’t used to hear me say much?? #AM I BEING TOO QUIET ???? #idk I just feel a lot like I barely even exist lately #bc whenever I try to socialize with more than one person I’m more background noise or decoration then anything else #yes and maybe I should just go to sleep now trust me I know that one too but still what the heck #thoughts