IRON MAN.

send the pain below. (18+)

[scariffs]

✩        i liked having hurt / so send the pain below. where i need it.

       amelia  [ 18 ]  he/she hero  ✩  multifandom. requests closed.

masterlist. rules. taglist. anons. — oc acct. letterboxd & serializd. pinterest.

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you used to beg me to take care of things / and smile at the thought of me failing.

[scariffs]

holy shit????!!

[scariffs]

holy shit dude, i love the monkey. hashtag awesomesauce!!!!

aww fun!! i also like the monkey, but i have a friend charlie (@nozhdyved) who loves it sooo much more and i think writes for it more than i do as well. if you're interested in more monkey fics i wld check out his page! and also ty (@hisfavoriteweepingangel) too, they both have some stuff for it.

[hisfavoriteweepingangel]

1.0k~ art donaldson x black!fem reader. a sweet little post for one of my favs @scariffs . college fling, simple crushes. it's nice to know tennis doesnt have to be the basis of a happy relationship. partially reread.

the summer sun flows in through the window. its rays dancing with the singing cicadas. the same cicadas that tend to keep you up during poorly timed naps and break your intense focus while trying to study. your tan lines are prominent this time of the year thanks to the sun peaking at 2pm and setting after 8pm. you don't really mind. sometimes they serve as the perfect accessory to a cute look.

the soft air of the fan touches your skin. it's too hot for it to blow anywhere else even with its close proximity. your fingers rest at the nape of his neck. your pointed nails gingerly grazing his skin, combing through his blonde curls as his head rests on your shoulder. it's too hot for the two of you to be so close. your nearly "too long" braids were pulled back into a relaxed pony at first, though eventually to keep the hair off of your neck you reached for a sturdy claw clip.

a few weeks ago you couldn't seem to shake him. at first it was just on the court. you'd see him occasionally before matches. stretching. warming up. practicing. the muscles in his arms flexing with every movement as if trying to impress you. on campus. in the cafeteria. in the library. laughing a little louder than necessary, smiling a little wider. stopping to hold the door open for you. and suddenly he began appearing off campus too. maybe it's because you were looking for him. maybe that's why he as everywhere you were. maybe you had a lot in common.

all you knew now was that you didn't want to shake him.

he hums into the fan thinking back to your match. the one that caught his attention. where you caught his attention.

you'd won a flawless victory. with the back of your hand you wiped sweat off of your forehead. beaming as you accepted your trophy and posed for a quick picture. dark curls seemed to pour out from underneath your visor as you tilted your chin up slightly so the sun could catch your face. you were so proud that you could hardly believe you almost never picked up a racket. after a moment of light contemplation, he said "I think you handled that very well." but he sounded unsure. like maybe he shouldn't be coaching you on know how to compose yourself like any adult should. you kind of smiled. your brows knitting together at the comment. you yourself unsure on whether or not this was another quiet attack. it wasn't.

you confirmed that after his glance fell and he licked his lips.

the girl refused to shake your hand after the match. she was irritated. a sore loser, but you didn't mind because at the end of the day whatever she thought didn't matter.

"oh. thanks. thank you."

he's lost for a moment. his blonde hair caught in the gentle breeze before his gaze flits between yours and the trophy before he settles on the fact that maintaining eye contact is the polite thing to do. "congratulations by the way." he praises thoughtfully, gesturing to the prize in your hands. you offer a polite smile and a small nod. "thank you." you pause for a second. when he doesn't step off you continue. "Atticus, right?" tilting your head and squinting your eyes trying to recall the boys name- swearing you've heard it around campus before. and you have and you know it, but you don't mind double checking. he cringes. the light catching his blonde hair nicely as he makes a face, his freckles shifting as he scrunches his nose and chuckles softly. "Art. Art's fine."

he caught you one night, late, in a quiet corner of one of the common areas. your braids tied back with a scarf and your laptop on your thighs with a notebook, a text book and several papers scattered about as you tried focusing. and most would've left you to it. but he didn't. instead he offered you some food and kept you company for a while.

he sat on the floor, just a bit away from you. you later would learn his distance was due to hearing you complain about the smell of cigarettes once while with your friends. and the smell clung to him. it clung to the breath and the fabric of his hoodie in the chilled dorm buildings. it clung to him and right now you didn't mind. right now it wasn't as important as the way his eyes kept drifting over to you.

"i fucking hate this class," you grumbled, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes. and he nodded. a simple "me too." leaving his lips even though he didn't have it.

art was completely sober when he asked you. because he was driving. the timing was awful, but he knew he'd be hurt if he saw you kiss someone else- especially with how his friend kept staring at you. and when you woke up the next morning you couldn't quite remember what happened. there was coffee, a breakfast sandwich and pain meds on your desk with a note. you figured your roommate ran some early errands but instead of her name the note read 'Art' and for the first time in ages the uneasy ache in your chest faded into soft butterflies in your stomach fluttering for your attention.

"I don't remember ordering housekeeping," you joked

and still he arranges those same things whenever he finds you hungover.

though, it was strange seeing him so serious.

"i don't want to mess up whatever we have. but i really like you"

"okay."

he choked, blinking back his surprise, his blue eyes almost cold as he stared at you. "okay?"

"mhm. okay." you smile. shrugging almsot dismissively. he's a big boy. he can use his words.

it takes him another week and a half to actually say the words "will you be my girlfriend." and you wait very patiently, humoring him whenever he tried to hold your hand.

and now he pressed a kiss to your cheek. his arms wrapping around you and despite the smile on your lips, you groan. feigning disgust as art litters your face with a bothersome amount of kisses and even if it is too hot out you really don't mind.

[scariffs]

monkeying around!   ( smau / sfw ) hal shelburn and bill shelburn (seperately) x gn, partner reader. silly smau for my mootie wootie friendbear, @nozhdyved. cws: none. + masterlist.

✦ texting hal after he fucks up a toy display because it happened to have a monkey in it:

✦ texting bill after he sees a monkey on display and decides to adopt it:

this is so late, and i’m sorry. but i did enjoy making this and i do think they’re silly, esp bill. he’s kind of like an insane housewife to me.

tagging! @nozhdyved, @hisfavoriteweepingangel ✩ click here to be added!

[scariffs]

i need to lock in on film watching esp 2026 movies holy L cinephile.. anyways i watched obsession, that was a rlly good movie. the woman who played nikki did SO well

[scariffs]

A little crossover request! But if you’ve ever played genshin would you ever be willing to do the avengers with a femme Lauma!reader?

hi there!! this isn't necessarily a rejection of this request, i just don't play genshin so i don't know who lauma(?) is. if you'd be willing to provide more of a description or general idea, that would help a lot!

[scariffs]

I don’t know what happened, but glad you’re doing better ❤️

thank you <33 i won't go into detail but i'm glad it's over as well and i'm happy to be writing again.

[pittsick]

☆ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫

this is a little post about showing love to my moots and the people that i follow here. disclaimer: i've most tagged the people i'm close or interact a lot with, so if we follow each other and you're not here, that doesn't mean i don't like you or appreciate your support, it just means we are not so close but i love you still !!

you should definitely go check my moots' work and follow them.

@blehbarbie ; ily des!! big tw for fauxcest if you check des' work!

@nuitts ; a new moot of mine that is super cool! aj is in the process of cooking things so go check her out!

@rh1nestcned ; omgomg harley ily <33 harley have so many ocs and readers and she's so talented. check her out if you like soldier boy and into slasher movies, hehe.

@jackcody ; leah's writing is so good and she has so many thoughts about titus danforth omg.

@digitalhoe ; vee is so cool and talented and writes about a lot of characters <33

@leonsbrat ; you should definitely check anna's acc if you like leon kennedy! + she's so sweet.

@severedlamb ; i just love how camille writes about rafe cameron!! always so good.

@starr-jazz ; if you are into mcu & dcu, go check starr's account! crazy talented.

@doll2kiss ; fawny is so nice and sweet. love her work for professor!sam. so yummy.

@dontlistentodaisy ; daisy is truly so sweet! she's amazingly talented and kind to people!!

@slashedgutz ; lissy is so talented!! she has a concept ongoing with soldier boy right now and it's so good. excited to see more of it! <33

@avasarchve ; ava!! always so nice and sweet to me. she's so talented and i'm so excited to see more of her.

@dollfacies ; guys, go check danica's account!! especially if you are into supernatural. it's a treasure!!

@missmanlykink ; if you are into the pitt and more particulary dennis whitaker, give aydella a follow <33 she's so talented and freaky /pos.

@scariffs ; amelia is crazy talented and i just love his headcanons!! the way he writes for marvel is just so good!!

@violained ; if you are into big, super sweet fluff, helena acc is for you!! they mostly write for supernatural but you can find some stranger things and now akotsk (dunk) on their account! <33

@bruisedfig ; this one is for the freaky perverted disgusting people (me) go check fig you are into that and especially soldier boy.

@amourflores ; flo is so crazy talented and sweet! recently made a bimbo!reader and i love her so much!!

@filthgf ; dani !!!!! she's my love fr. you should definitely check dani just because. she's so talented and nice!! she writes and makes edits (so good). she has many aus and readers too!!

@kill3ill ; sofia!! her account unfortunately got reported but you should still check her out right now! her fics are insanely good and so yummy. she's multifandom too!! <33

@bleachedduck ; another flo <33 so amazing at writing and at making moodboard. mostly into supernatural!!

@pedaltothepetal ; merry, my love!! merry is so talented and writes for challengers, if you are into this! such a kind and amazing person too.

@eepwtf ; eli is so talented! they are offline right now but check their account! they mostly write for male!reader. their fics are insanely good, made for sinners.

@plaidcowboy ; lee, my first bby <33 lee is currently writing for ryland grace and it's so good! but they are also multifandom, so check them out!!

@inbred-eater ; jay is so amazing at making SMAUs!! she's currently into michael jackson and posting / reblogging about him, if you are into that!! <33

@dumbbandpoetic ; emma is so sweet! she has a SMAU for frank langdon that is sooo good. she's crazy sweet and cool.

@bluestrd ; zoe is so sweet and talented. she's writing for billy butcher (latest fic) and it's so good. you should give it a read if you are into him!!

@222col ; my love, my twin!! a bit off due to work and life but coral is soooo amazing. she has so many good AUs, and is multifandom. she's so sweet and kind, so give her a follow!

@voidsuites ; i wish i had maya's mind when it comes to creativity! she's so amazing in everything she does. her spy!tashi fic was so good.

@jordiemeow ; jo is still so into challengers and will post about the fandom whenever. if you are into this, check her out! she's also super funny and nice <33

[scariffs]

came home from work and saw this in my notifs

can i be honest and say i really needed to see this...? thank you so much mika, actually. it means so so much. :))) so so happy, so so grateful.

geninely us

[scariffs]

please sign here!   ( 1.7k / nsfw ) natasha romanoff, tony stark, hela odinsdottir, and bucky barnes x gn, afab reader. just them signing along your cleavage because they love you that much <3. cws: no real smut but marked for the kinkiness/vibe. blades in hela’s part/scarification kink(?). + masterlist.

✦ your partner has always loved your tits, but this is a totally different level of boob-worship (and boob-ownership?). i mean, really, signing them? your eyes dart from the black sharpie above you down to the skin of your breasts. “this is ridiculous,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, “but sure, go ahead.”

that seems to be all the permission they need to continue.

✦ NATASHA has you bound and on your knees as she walks over with the sharpie in hand. she’s always enjoyed control during intimacy and you’ve always given it to her, even if it means dealing with minor friction burns the next day. shirtless and with your wrists tied neatly behind your back, you watch as she stalks closer, eyes fixated on your bare chest.

“what?” she finally murmurs, her voice taking that low and playful lilt she knows you like. “you don’t want to be mine?” she crouches down as if this were a mission: quick, certain, focused. the marker’s cap is popped off by her thumb, and lands with a few light clacks somewhere across the room on the floor. romanoff settles right in front of you, one hand along your waist to keep you still as she moves in with the marker.

“you know it’s not that.” anticipation gets the best of you, your breath hitching as the marker’s felt tip hovers over your skin. you’re not sure why the room suddenly feels so tense, why this silly act of ownership suddenly feels so serious, but it does.

ever the tease, she lets you wait a second or two before she begins to sign along your skin. the marker’s black nib drags along your skin, sometimes smudging, sometimes skipping, until her full name is left in print along your breasts. her eyes meet yours as soon as she finishes.

“so..?” you prompt, almost breathlessly from how much air you’d been holding in.

it’s hard to read natasha’s face, at times. part of you knows its because of years of training and conditioning. another part of you is sure she does it purposefully in order to keep you guessing. either way, she finally admits after a few seconds of waiting: “i like how it looks.” red lips curl into an undeniably attractive smirk as her eyes feast upon the sight some more. “look at you. property of natasha.”

“don’t get carried aw— oh, mm,” you start to scold, but you’re interrupted when she begins palming your boobs, feeling them up and pressing against your left nipple with her thumb. it’s enough to pull a soft mewl out of you, your back arching your breasts further into her hold.

“as i was saying,” she purrs, lowering her head to flick her tongue out against the nipple, “property of natasha.”

✦ TONY seems almost offended that you’re not as into the idea as he is. what do you mean you don’t understand the appeal? you’d be going up in value just by having his signature on you, you know that, right? he drags you into the bedroom as soon as he can, shimmying your shirt off of your body while keeping your bra on.

“it’s not ridiculous. isn’t it a rule to put your name on your stuff?” he counters, adjusting your bra so that it’s a smidge lower. he doesn’t need to see your boobs fully, not yet. “how about you pretend to be an eager fan and ask me for my autograph?”

“i’m not doing that tony,” you chuckle, crossing your arms. just as soon as your arms are crossed, however, stark moves to gently uncross them.

stark frowns for a moment. “three hundred dollars.”

“are you bribing me?”

“five thousand dollars,” he offers, raising an eyebrow. “two million. i can go on. i have all night, you have all night; we can do this all night, even though we both know you’ll do it for free because you love me.” then he smirks, even batting his eyelashes.

oh, the things you do for love. “fine.” you yield, shaking your head before looking up at him with an expression of false awe. “mr. stark, mr. stark— could i have an autograph?” while pointing to your cleavage.

tony’s quick to take what you’ve given him to work with. “of course, yeah. anything for a fan.” he winks at you, then takes the cap off with his teeth, letting the black top rest between his lips as he prints his signature along your right boob. “there we go,” he coos as he soaks in his work, “beautiful. mind if i take a pic?”

“anything for you, mr. stark,” you chirp dryly, deciding to remain in character.

“that’s what i like to hear.” after digging in his pocket, he takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture for himself. then he leans in, pressing his lips repeatedly against your cheek and jaw. “god, i should make you an actress. you did so well for me, baby.” his praise is all low in your ear, half-sarcastic and half-genuine. one of his hands roams up the side of your body to cup your tit as he kisses you more firmly— yeah, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

✦ HELA chuckles as she stares down at you, her signature sneer dancing along her lips. she’s even more amused with you than usual, though it’s probably because of the fact that you’re naked and willingly kneeling before her. “as if i needed your permission,” she croons. one moment the cap is on the marker, and the next, it’s not. lowering herself to your level is not an option in her eyes. raising you in the air with magic, however…

a gasp escapes your lips as you feel her lift you up. wordlessly, she steps closer, using her asgardian magic to gently urge your arms out of her way towards your chest. finally, she speaks again, “i don’t think the marker’s enough. do you?”

“it could be,” you mumble.

“but it’s not,” she decides, and with a twist of her wrist, it’s gone. “i want my name written into your soul,” she muses, summoning in its place a small, twisted blade. “this’ll do a better job.”

“hela,” you start, but she cuts you off by gesturing with her hand for silence.

hela gifts your chest a small kiss, firm and full of intention. “be still for me,” she breathes, “be quiet for your daddy, hm? it won’t hurt much. besides, you’re an avenger… you’ve felt worse. you can take a few superficial cuts…” the tip of the blade meets your skin, staying on the surface for a moment before she slowly pushes it a layer or two deeper. it’s a sharp sting, not unlike a papercut. your eyes close, your head wincing, but she doesn’t pull the blade back just yet. not until her name is fully carved in. “see? there’s not even any blood,” she coos.

you’re almost ashamed of how much her sadism turns you on. the pain and discomfort has your heart beating fast, but her sultry tone and intense gaze is what spurs your heart to pound even faster in your chest. “you’re so cruel to me,” you murmur in reply, looking up at her with big eyes.

“yes. but you’re fond of it.” the blade is finally pulled back, replaced by her fingertips as she feels the cuts for herself. “would you rather i save my cruelty for someone else?”

“would you?” you ask.

she pauses. “hm. no. no one takes my blade as well as you do…” no one takes her strap as well as you do, either…

✦ BUCKY can’t believe he’s doing this anymore than you can. he also can’t believe you agreed. you’re much more adventurous than he originally thought… “i just want to try it,” he grunts out, taking the cap off carefully and sliding it onto the end of the marker. tony playfully mentioned the idea the other day to steve, and, of course, steve complained about it to bucky. rogers thought it was vulgar, possessive, and degrading. barnes thought it was kind of hot, but as he hovers over you, staring down at your breasts, he’s starting to wonder if steve was right.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks as he comes closer. his voice is gruff, but there’s a flicker of concern behind his overly masculine and somewhat edgy attitude. “it’s not… degrading to you, right?”

“it’s fine, baby,” you smile, “how about you sign and then kiss me after? it can be a praise thing, you know.” and even if it were degrading, who’s to say you wouldn’t be into that?

“yeah?” he murmurs, “okay.” he starts to sign slowly, writing his first and last name along your cleavage. when he’s done, barnes puts the cap back on the marker, sliding it into his pocket as he sinks to his knees and kisses up the side of your abdomen to the underside of your right breast. “steve thought it was possessive,” he says half into your skin, his eyes flitting upwards to meet your gaze, “i think it’s more like… you’re mine. and i’m going to cherish you. and love you, and… protect you.”

in the back of your mind, you nod to yourself. ah, so this was steve’s influence. aloud, you hum, then reassure him. “it can be whatever we want it to be.”

“i know what i want you to be,” he whispers playfully, continuing to kiss upwards until he gets to your nipple. he latches on without shame or hesitancy, eyes closing as though he was the one being pleasured. he sucks and licks, suddenly too preoccupied to finish his sentence. a quiet moan leaves his lips as his hands move to grip your thighs, his body pressing even closer, his head bobbing slightly along your breast.

a quiet breath leaves your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arches, urging your breast further into his mouth. warmth fills your body, dripping from your chest to between your thighs, leading your hips to stutter.

bucky pulls away, smirking. “easy,” he murmurs, lifting himself up to kiss your lips. “i’ll take care of you. you know i take care of what’s mine.”

this was an old idea but i wanted to see what i could do with it and… hell yeah, i love writing self indulgent bs. yes, i am freaky. but i am free. and on that freaky note, there are so many good duos in the avengers i cld go to paris so many times LMAOO let me chill...

tagging! @fangpires ✩ click here to be added!

[hrrria]

(comms opened)

[scariffs]

You don't have to apologize! I'm just really glad you're safe and doing something that makes you happy! -🍒 anon

thank you <3 you are so so sweet tysm.

[scariffs]

art donaldson & a black reader... ughh i dont have anything in mind but inspo for u guys if u want it

[voidsuites]

WAX AND WANE: spy!tashi duncan x spy!reader. 1.5k. sfw. fem!reader.

MAKING THE CHOICE to leave was not one you made lightly. it wasn’t a whim— a fleeting thought that would disappear just as easily as it had formed in the first place— and it wasn’t made in haste. you’ve been stewing on this idea for years; you were getting out of that hellhole, one way or another.

★ … NO, DECIDING TO leave was something you’d thought about for weeks, months, years… but if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that you’ve thought of leaving your agency from the moment you’d been sentient enough to know that what they had you do wasn’t normal. little girls grew up playing with dolls, not weapons. little girls learned the lyrics to their favorite songs, not the same words in different languages in case they were stranded in enemy territory.

little girls didn’t have enemies; however, the people that raised them did, and you were expected to do whatever necessary to ensure those enemies did not get in the way.

so when you sabotage your most recent mission— infiltrating an underground tennis betting ring to eliminate your agency’s target— your spy agency deploys the only person they know who can retrieve you and still be in one piece afterwards. sure, you’d expected the inevitable fallout and subsequent chase, but not that the girl you love would leading the hunt for your head.

“YOU GOT A HEAD START. MAKE THE MOST OF IT.”

so much for tashi letting you go. years of training together for this assignment alone, gone— not to mention the girl you thought would have your back after everything. maybe you were stupid to assume that every moment you two spent working to compete at the professional level for tennis was more than a job… but what did you know? if those american romance films you and tashi watched taught you anything, it was that love endured even through hardships and problems larger than the two of you combined.

but how much hardship was too much for even love to overcome? you didn’t know, and you weren’t going to stick around long enough to find out.

★ … THE MOMENT AFTER your text sends on your burner, it’s already in the bottom of flushing creek along with the tracker you dug out of your arm. the more distance between those and you, the better. with that settled, you run.

every bit of survival training that’s been taught, beaten, and engrained into you since you could walk comes out in full force; you take advantage of the night and its natural shadows to cover as much ground as possible all while traversing uneven concrete and asphalt in one-size-too-small sneakers. luckily, you’ve traveled under worse conditions— improper footwear paled in comparison to skimpy clothing in the snow— and you couldn’t risk the clothes you’d left in the budget hotel having trackers. anna mueller wouldn’t really miss her brand-deal trainers. adidas could send her another pair within the hour, and they would if anna’s team wanted her to have any chance against tashi in the final now that you were m.i.a. (she wouldn’t, but she could try).

you don’t stop aside for the mandatory bathroom and rest breaks, but even those are limited. every second you’re not moving is one more stretch of ground that tashi and the rest of your agency covers while try to recover you. luckily, the night passes by uneventfully, but that only leaves you with a more challenging day.

the sun, for one, poses the biggest issue, but day also means more eyes and people around you– especially in a place like new york– that could very well be sleeper agents waiting for the opportunity to yank you off the streets. if someone even stares at you for too long, you cross the street. taking the subway briefly crosses your mind, but the idea of being cornered on the train or in a station quickly changes your perspective. not worth the risk.

ideally, leaving new york is your best bet of throwing the agency off your trail. maybe you head down through pennsylvania and towards ohio to potentially find somewhere to go from there, or maybe you head up towards canada and leave the u.s. entirely. whatever option can get you away from the city faster and for cheaper is your best bet at fleeing tashi.

you just should’ve assumed that she’d already been scoping out the same outlets you were; you two always did think share the same way of thinking. but unlike you, tashi wasn’t naive enough to think she could escape. that’s why she was always the better of the two of you, always the favorite. she’d accepted the lifestyle from childhood while you still dreamt of freedom. that had always been your achilles’ heel: thinking you could get away and live to tell the tale. 

★ … “THEY’D STOP THROWING you in solitary if you just listened,” she chided one evening, the rest of the girls around you asleep on the pitiful cots you all had since childhood. it’d been right before you and tashi left for the u.s., though your supervisors were nearly set on sending another girl in your place since you’d mouthed off at dinner. while tashi had been able to convince them of keeping you for the mission, you’d still ended up spending three full days in the 6x9 solitary cell.

tashi had continued with her brief examination of you, making sure there were no noticeable injuries that would not heal before flying to the states. “you’re making it seem like you want them to do more than just hurt you,” she muttered, practicing the american accent they’d wanted you to perfect by the time you both touched down in new york in a week. “i had to vouch for you– say i’d keep you in line. you can’t keep acting like this.”

“like what?” you’d snapped back, “like a child? like i’m ungrateful– ungrateful for the mistreatment and awful things they have us do, in exchange for food and a bed?”

“like you want them to kill you,” she clarified, those sharp eyes of hers boring into yours. “you keep this up, they will. let go of whatever dream’s living in your head and wake up, глупая девчонка.”

you’d wilted under her use of “stupid girl,” but she’d kissed that pout of yours away shortly after. but nonetheless, she’d been right.

by the time the sun sets after being on the run for 24 hours, tashi’s already found you. you’re in line to board a greyhound bound for toronto with a cap slung low over your eyes, the exhaustion of being on the move all day sinking deep into your bones as you shift on your feet.

“i had to skip the afterparty for you, you know,” a voice hums from behind you, and immediately you feel your blood run cold. “adidas was throwing a whole party for the winners… we could’ve been having cake, or sneaking a beer right now before we went to find the target later tonight.”

tashi pushes closer, and you feel the distinguishable press of metal to your side. shit.

“at least if i beat you in the final, it would’ve been something worthwhile to see. anna kept up the best she could, but it wasn’t fun. not really.” 

you let tashi sidestep the both of you out of line, and your stomach sinks when the bus driver does his final boarding call. “how’d you find me–”

“don’t play dumb,” tashi sighs turning you to face her as her brow raises. “you were smart enough to toss the phone and the arm tracker, but you do know they implanted two in each of us right?”

you didn’t know, and it clearly shows on your face with the way tashi smile sharpens. “глупая девчонка,” she mutters before moving you back towards the greyhound station with a yank of your arm. “if it weren’t for the pretty face and skill when you do follow orders, you’d be in a ditch back home. now, you’ll be lucky to still be in one piece after all this.”

it finally sets in for you that this won’t be something you can walk away from– not if you’re betting on tashi and everyone else to play fair. so you won’t. 

an unmarked sedan pulls up to the curb beside you two, and tashi nudges you in and climbs in once the guard inside has a hold on you. for all you know, your agency will still have you and tashi finish out your intended mission before dealing its punishment, but there’s no time for guessing when the gps plug-in says the next destination 90 minutes away.

you’ve got an hour and a half to get out of this mess and get away; you’ve worked with worse odds. so when the backseat door of the sedan shuts behind tashi, you do the one thing you’ve never been good at doing: you listen, because someone is going to mention where that other tracker is at some point during the drive, and that’s when you’ll have your chance to get away.

and if they don’t? that’s just not an option— you have to hope they will.

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going to be making pitt princess wlw moodboards, if u have any character suggestions, please comment and lmk who you guys would like to see for that ^_^

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anthony starr better stay booked post-the boys... do not fall off into obscurity... he did such a good job portraying homelander imo

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I'm really sorry to hear what happen to you and hope you're safe🫂Someone who really loves you should never threaten you like that. -🍒 anon

thank you so much for this message! i am safe, she was just joking. i still think it was a pretty sick joke, but i'm grateful to still have a place to stay at the end of the day. i've taken some time away from writing on this account to recollect myself and that's helped me regulate a little bit from the event. hoping to hop back into things because writing is one of my comfort activities outside of straight chudding (binge watching 1975 wonder woman and reading comics). umm and thank you again, and sorry if this is worded weirdly/ramble-ish.