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mochie85 · 1 year

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Man of The Month part 8: September

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Summary: Bruce takes a turn behind the camera. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Nudity, Language,

You were distracted today. The light coming in through the studio windows made the most amazing hues of blue and grey. You caught yourself just watching the dust motes float throughout your space. You only did this when you were tired and bombarded with work. You would shut down at the heavy load you had to carry, which made the in-surmounting task more unbearable. You were behind on your work, and this wasn’t helping.

You stayed up late most nights and barely had any time to eat or do basic things just to catch up to a more reasonable workload. Never again, you thought. I would much rather wait out, straddled on a tree branch for my mark, than do another photoshoot like this.

The train of thought got you irate as you fantasized about ways of getting even with Tony. Maybe I can mess with his photo. No, that won’t be professional. How do I make him uncomfortable? Then suddenly, an idea hit you. “FRIDAY? Would you like to play a prank on Tony with me?”

“What did you have in mind, Miss?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The knock on your studio door surprised you. No one ever knocks on your door unless they had a scheduled shoot with you that day. Everyone else, Shaun or Wanda more frequently, would barge in unannounced as if it were an extension of the common room and not a professional working studio where you needed space and quiet and a Certain Level of PRIVACY FOR YOUR CLIENTS!

…deep breaths…

But you digress. The knock on your door rapt your attention once more. “It’s open, Bruce, come in,” you yelled as you tried to continue working on FRIDAY’s coding.

“Scopes?” Loki’s deep voice sent a welcome shiver throughout your body, pooling as it heated into your core. You turned to face him and smiled as he brought you a small plate of bagels slathered with cream cheese. “I figured I’d bring you your breakfast since Xu is currently discussing something lengthy with my brother. I also brought you my cardigan back. I didn’t know if you had one in here.” He started looking around. “It does get rather chili in here.”

“That’s so thoughtful. Thank you,” you said taking the plate from his hands. “You guys dote on me too much.”

“It’s not doting when I’m just being a decent person. I could be doing more. I’m just a friend, who simply wanted to ensure your well-being.” Loki smiled.

He hated the word as soon as it left his mouth. Friend. Loki wanted to be more. He wanted to be your beloved. Your lover. Yours.

You reciprocated his smile as genuinely as you could. Shaun was mean for getting your hopes up as high as they were. There was no way Loki thinks of you as anything else other than a friend. He just said so himself. “Thank you.”

“Who is scheduled for today?”

“Bruce,” you said taking a bite of your bagel. “He should be coming in any minute now.”

“Will you need any assistance? Do you mind if I stay and watch?”

“I would love some help. But it should be up to Bruce...”

“What should be up to me?” Bruce interrupted, walking into your studio.

“Bruce,” Loki nodded in greeting.

“Hey, Loki. Hey, Scopes.” Bruce said wearily.

“Hi, Bruce. You ok?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Ya…yeah I’m fine.” He didn’t look fine. He came in agitated and bewildered. “I just got a lot on my plate right now and I haven’t really slept at all. Tony’s been asking me for this prototype with MARK 44. Then he has me doing this shoot.” On cue he yawned, stretching his right hand up and arching his back.

“I’m sorry Bruce. Do you want to reschedule? I don’t mind. I can get someone else here today and you can come back when you’re better rested.”

“No, no. I’d rather do this now and get it over with so I can just go one with my li…FREAKIN’ HELL!” Bruce stubbed his toe on the corner leg of the table. He didn’t see it as he was coming forward and yawning, knocking over your bagel plate onto the floor.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” you asked hurrying over to Bruce.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. It’s just not my day today. Awe and I ruined your bagel. I’m sorry.” He frowned as he watched Loki discard the bagel in the trash and clean up the cream cheese off the floor.

“Bruce. Let’s call it a day. Spend this time unwinding. Why don’t you join Loki and I for brunch? Would you like that?”

“No. Let’s just get this over with,” he growled. You backed away, seeing that Bruce was starting to bulge a little and turn slightly green on his neck.

“Sure, Bruce. So, whatever you’re comfortable with,” you appeased. Loki could hear the tension in your voice. He looked over at Bruce and saw that he was agitated, to say the least. “How bout we take some pictures by the wall over here?” You pointed away from the windows and kitchen. Away from the glass and sharp objects that you could easily be thrown into in case of a breakout.

“Darling,” Loki whispered in a low voice. “Are you all right?” He entreated quietly while still watching Bruce. You nodded your head and smiled. Your eyes frantically looking to the door of the studio, signaling Loki to get out while he can. Or possibly get help.

Normally, Bruce was so even-tempered. The mild-mannered doctor was always gentle and unassuming. But that was with a good amount of sleep and no annoyances to plague his mind.

The good doctor, as of right now, was agitated, annoyed, and very much angry. You didn’t think he could handle another setback to his day.

“SCOPES!” Tony yelled as he slammed the door of your studio open. You gave an exasperated sigh at Tony barging into your work area. “What did you do?”

“Tony I’m in the middle of working here. On a project, I might add, you gave me a strict deadline for,” you snapped.

“So, I ask again. What did you do?” Tony commanded as he stepped closer to you, pointing a finger in your direction.

“To what?”

“Stark, is this really necessary?” Loki interjected, standing in between you and Tony.

“Oh, you can’t save her Rudy. I was in the middle of a meeting with Fury and some military higher-ups when I asked FRIDAY to start the demonstration. Do you know what she said to me?” he raged.

Your years of training had prepared you for this moment. This moment right here, to school your expression and feign innocence in front of a hostile interrogator.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You raised your chin and looked the other way.

“She called me daddy. DADDY! I said, ‘FRIDAY, run the simulation please.’ And she said, ‘Yes, daddy. Which range missile would you like to fire first?’ At that point I had most of the officials looking at me strangely, wondering if I actually get my AI to call me ‘daddy’ like I’m some narcissistic billionaire with A KINK.”

“Well, in due fairness…” Loki interrupted.

“Stay out of this, Loki.” Tony snapped in his direction. “Fury’s questioning whether to take me off the bill. So I looked up the last person who had access to her coding and lo-and-behold it was you. On this computer. Fess up, Tweets.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” The frightening growl came from Bruce. Slowly and unnoticed by everyone in the room, he had started turning and twitching. His linen shirt ripped to shreds as his hulking green muscles came out. Bruce grew taller and taller as his trousers fought to keep themselves wrapped around his waist, finally snapping and letting go, contributing to the growing dust mote population in your studio.

One final roar came out of The Hulk’s mouth announcing his presence. “NO MORE FIGHTING.” He picked up the weight bench in the work-out setup and threw it against the door of the studio, locking everyone inside.

“Someone get Nat.” You yelled.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, daddy?” She answered back. Tony sighed as his nano suit formed around him. You could see his eyes roll behind the Ironman helmet.

“Inform the team there’s a breakout in Scope’s studio.”

“Affirmative, daddy.”

“You are changing that as soon as we are done here, young lady!” Ironman pointed to you before he hovered a few feet off the floor and tried to steal The Hulk’s attention away from you.

Hulk picked up more furniture and tried to swat Ironman away. “HULK MAD. HULK FEEL LEFT OUT,” as he picked up the weights and hurled them across the room, one by one.

“Loki. Go!” You pushed him behind the kitchen counter. “Find Nat!”

“I am not leaving you!” He said with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you mad?” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, covering you, just as splinters of wood came pelting from the ceiling.

“You’re the only one that can materialize out of here. Now go! The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back.” Loki looked into your eyes. The struggle inside him played out on his face. He did not want to leave you in danger. But he knew you were right.

“Come with me, then.” He tugged at you, ready to materialize both of you out of there.

“My computer!” You pulled away from Loki’s embrace, crawling towards your table. No sooner had you touched your laptop, than Ironman had landed right behind you. On your path back toward Loki. “Go Loki. Find her,” you commanded Loki.

He shook his head. “I am not leaving you here!”

“STOP FIGHTING.” The hulk screamed out loud, propelling something towards Loki, making him disappear in a flash of green seidr. You could only hope, Loki managed to get out into the hallway or appear wherever Nat currently is.

“Tony! Tony are you ok?” You knelt down to grab his helmet. Opening the front mask. “FRIDAY, Vitals!”

“Mr. Stark’s vitals’ are normal. He has a mild concussion. He will be ok.”

“Ok. Ok. Ok. Think Y/N. Think.”

“HULK MAD. NO ONE ASK HULK ABOUT CALENDAR.”

“I-I’m sorry Hulk. You’re right. I should’ve asked you too.” You stood up trying to appease the giant behemoth in front of you. “I would completely understand if you didn’t want to be in the shoot and we can just get someone else.”

“NO! HULK LIKE CALENDAR. HULK WANT TO BE IN CALENDAR. HURT BECAUSE SCOPES DIDN’T ASK HULK.”

You opened your mouth in realization and quickly shut it afterward. “I’m so sorry Hulk. I didn’t think…”

“NO ONE THINKS OF HULK. ONLY BANNER.” Hulk swayed a little bit, his giant torso shifting until he sat down on the floor. His angry face changed into that of pain and trouble.

“Would you like to be in the Calendar, Hulk? I think we can make that happen. Think of it like a special edition. Everyone will want it because there will be only a few printed. You will be ‘special.’ Because you are special. And there is only one of you.” You said as you got closer and closer to him. You laid your hand on his giant arm.

Hulk grunted and nodded his head. “HULK SPECIAL.”

“That’s right. You are special, my friend.” You giggled.

“HULK LIKE SCOPES LAUGH.” He said as he patted you on your head gently. “WANT TO MAKE LOKI AND SCOPE KISSY FACE!” he put his fingers together in proceeded to push them against each other, motioning a kiss.

For the second time that day, you widened your eyes in surprise. “Now, now, Hulk. Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.” You laughed nervously, as he continued to pat your head. Knowing Hulk, he probably did have the strength to play with the two of you like you were Barbie and Ken dolls.

Geez, even Hulk knew about your infatuation with Loki. This is getting really embarrassing. Were you that obvious?

“Anyways, let’s get you set up. Pose for me and I’ll take a couple of shots, ok?”

“OK.” Hulk stood up and posed for you under your direction. You got a couple of good shots of Hulk roaring and lifting heavy objects. When you finished, you showed him some of the results on your computer and he picked a couple that he liked.

“GOOD JOB, FRIEND. HULK HAPPY.” The blast on the door stole both of your attention as the team worked their way in trying to get to you before any more damage can occur. “BYE FRIEND.” He grunted as he held out his massive hand.

“Goodbye, my dear. I’ll see you soon. Ok?” you placed your hand against his, noting how your hand was not even a quarter as big.

Loki appeared next to you, suddenly, out of breath. His eyes darted between you and The Hulk. “Darling are you ok? I went and found Nat and the others,” he wrapped both hands around your shoulders turning you in his direction. He dutifully looked you up and down, trying to note any marks or bruises that you might’ve gotten.

“I’m fine Loki. Thank you.” you smiled. Hulk bunched his fingers again and motioned for a kissy face and laughed. He patted both of your heads, and Loki winced, preparing to be swung like a ragdoll.

Nat came around and started stroking his arm. “Hey, big guy.”

“NAT NAT.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. Somewhere bigger where we can run, huh?”

“OK.” Hulk proceeded to place Nat on his shoulders. She sat there as his hand covered her legs, securing her so she won’t fall off. Everyone watched as they both walked out of the massive hole that was once the entrance to your studio.

“Ugh…FRIDAY?” Tony said getting up from his collapsed position on the floor.

“Yes, daddy?” The AI answered. Everyone turned their heads toward Tony. Mirth and amusement on their faces.

“You’re fixing that now, Tweets!” Tony pointed to you as he ambled in the walk of shame in-between team members who were laughing. “Status report, FRIDAY.”

You bit down on your lip and smiled up at Loki. You couldn’t miss the light and adoration in his eyes at the trick you had just pulled.

Only one word popped into your head as you looked into his eyes, daddy. The following word that came into your head, broke your heart, and that was friend because that’s all he ever saw you as.

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dingochef · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Another boring night in Bakersfield, but Jake makes it a lot more interesting.

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Chapter 8: Photo Flirt

You wake up the next morning with that slight disorientation that comes with business travel. You'll be in meetings all day so you sneak in a quick workout in before you have to drive over to the hangar where today's debrief is going to take place. The hours-long meeting goes as expected and the group determines that the heat shielding was the failure point. Something you had expected all along. Tomorrow when you get back to the office you'll write up a summary report to get over to the materials research department to see what they can come up with for the next prototype.

Tonight, you joined your coworkers for drinks and dinner at some local sports bar. There is nothing more depressing than a crowd of business people drinking oversized fruity drinks at a Chili's off the freeway on a Tuesday evening, so you're glad for the local choice. Dinner and drinks are pleasant enough. You talk about the Padres game and you get to brag about catching a foul ball. Near the end of dinner your phone buzzes in your pocket and it's a text from Jake.

Jake: What's up?

You: Just finishing dinner, can I call you in an hour when I get back to the hotel?

Jake: Sounds good. P.S. wear something sexy.

The next message is just a picture of the very familiar pattern of your black lace boy shorts. The memory of Jake stuffing them into his pocket the other night flashes in your mind along with a brief flush on your face. That cheeky bastard, two can play at this game.

You settle up your bill and say goodbye to your coworkers. Most everyone will meet up in the San Diego office on Thursday to discuss next steps.

You get back to your hotel just as the sun is starting to set. Pulling the sheer curtains closed for a nice background you figure out the angle that you can place your phone on the desk to get the shot I'm aiming for. You want a silhouette of yourself backlit with the setting sun filtered to send to Jake. Nothing identifying, but still sexy as hell. It takes you about 10 tries to get the shot you want. The picture is a silhouette showing the distinct profile of your ass and breasts. Rifling through your overnight bag you search through the clothes to see what could qualify as sexy. A white lace bra and a pair of simple white cotton underwear with lace trim catch your eye. That'll do, you think, classic and a little innocent.

You send the picture and get relaxed on your bed and wait for Jake's reaction. It's less than five minutes before your phone rings.

You answer, "Hello, Jake."

"Are you trying to kill me? You're all the way up there in BFE and I'm down here in this lousy house," he replies, in a half whine.

"I'm not the one who sent me a picture of your underwear while I was at dinner with coworkers," you remind him, teasing him.

"Bad or good timing? I bet you got out of there as fast as you could."

"Only because you needed some teasing back. You said, ‘dress sexy’, so what are you wearing?"

"Dog tags."

"That all?"

"Well, I am holding a certain pair of someone's underwear if you want to count that as clothing."

The image of Jake stretched out on his bed, miles of golden skin, and hard muscles with just his dog tags nestled between his pecs is instantly conjured up in your mind. In this mental tableau he is twirling your underwear around his index finger on the hand that isn't holding the phone to his ear.

"My turn now, what are you wearing, Ms. Matthews?"

"Not much, a white lace bra and some white bikini underwear with lace trim."

"Sounds like you're trying to play the innocent."

"Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"

You are starting to massage your breast through the lacy cup and squeeze your thighs together in anticipation, the ache already starting to build in your core.

Jake laughs at the challenge,

"Well, if I were there I would start by kissing you so hard I'd leave you breathless."

Your fingers go up to your lips and press them wishing it was Jake's lips.

"Next I work my way down your neck with my lips and tongue and just skim the tops of your tits peeking out of your bra. I want to tease you right now and make you want me inside you so bad."

Your hand traces his path as he talks down your neck and across the swell of your breasts.

"Next I'd slide your bra straps down your arms and pull down your bra to reveal those amazing tits," he purrs, a light hitch in his speech, you know he is touching himself right now.

"I'd suck on your nipples and maybe use a little bit of teeth to get you really worked up."

You pinch your nipples hard enough in response that you moan into the phone.

The smile on Jake's face is audible through the phone.

"Getting a little antsy, El?" he teases.

The way he gives you a nickname makes your chest flutter.

"I'm just following your lead, dear," you breathily answer back.

Another hitch in his breathing tells me that he is getting into this. You imagine him fisting himself in slow languid strokes and you can feel yourself get wetter.

"Where do you go next, Jake?"

"At this point I'm so hard I could cut glass, it's taking everything I have to not just rip your underwear and plunge in."

His breath starts to quicken,

"But ever the gentleman, I pull those little innocent white panties down and dive in with my tongue."

The memory of his talented tongue sends your hand diving into your underwear and you begin furiously rub your clit, moaning indecently and breathing heavily into the phone.

"I want to make sure you're nice and wet when you take my cock inside you. Oh baby, I've got your panties here and god do they smell good."

You're imagining Jake has draped your stolen underwear over his nose as he pumps his cock in fast strokes to smell your arousal from the other night.

"Oh God, I want you inside me right now,"

you moan into the phone, your moans are getting a little louder and breaths are getting shorter.

"Jake, I'm so close, so close," you whine.

His voice is strained when he replies,

"Me too baby, me too. Come for me Elsa, let me hear you come."

It is his voice that finally pushes you over the edge, a strangled cry from you as your orgasm washes over you. Moans emit from the phone speaker as Jake comes on the other end of the line. The next few moments are filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and your mutual returns back to earth. Jake speaks first,

"God damn you are so sexy. I can't wait to see you in person now."

"I'm back tomorrow late afternoon."

"Good," he practically purrs.

"Think of something and we'll connect tomorrow when I get on the road. Good night, Jake. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams, babe, I'll see you tomorrow."

You fling off the remaining clothing and throw it toward your overnight bag, deciding to sleep naked to cool your overheated skin. Sleep comes quickly with visions of a certain blonde pilot in your mind.

The next morning, you wake up and find a message from Jake on your phone.

Jake: How about I come over and cook you dinner? You're probably wanting some home cooked food.

You: That sounds amazing. I'm hoping to leave here by 1 pm. Why don't you head over to my house when you're done for the day and get started. There's a lock box in the garden shed with an extra key. The code is 1903.

Jake: Sounds good, do you like Italian?

Jake: 1903…the year the Orville Brothers took flight? That's your secret code? You delightful airplane nerd.

You: You'd be good at bar trivia. See you later.

Chapter 9

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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North Star Series

Chapter 31 - Settling In

Summary: Things don't go as smoothly as George and Y/N had hoped upon her return.

Warnings: cursing

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George traced Y/N's arm, his fingers feather light raising goosebumps on her skin. They lay face to face, their two bodies intertwined as one. He moved his hand to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen across her sleeping face. In the year they'd been apart, he'd never got used to her being gone. Even months after she left, he'd find himself jumping up to tell her something, only to remember she wasn't there. She had become just as much a part of him as Fred was. Without her, his world was broken, incomplete.

That was why her current predicament saddened him so much.

YN had sent in her application to join the Hemalurgy Guild within the first week of her return. It was now over two months later, and still no response. Until she became a registered Guild member, she couldn't practice Hemalurgy legally in Britain.

At any other time, George and Fred would've been more than happy to subvert the status quo. But this wasn't any other time. The penalty for practicing Hemalurgy illegally was far harsher than the once traditional fine. And now, with the Ministry arresting people over the slightest offenses, Y/N was particularly vulnerable, being both muggle born AND American. Add breaking the law to that, and she would be looking at a one-way ticket to Azkaban or worse.

It was rumored that Umbridge had discovered a spell to nullify someone's magical abilities and that it had become one of her favorite punishments for muggle-born witches and wizards. Although the stories had not been verified, George was still not willing to take the risk. And quite frankly, neither was Y/N.

So she waited, biding her time as best she could. She started by helping out in the shop several days a week and, on her days off, worked to transform their apartment from a quintessential bachelor pad into a warm, cozy home. These things kept her busy, and she was more than happy to do them, but they did nothing to dissapate the lingering uncertainty that loomed over her like a storm cloud ready to burst.

And burst it did the following morning.

~•~

George and Y/N giggled as they listened to Fred singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. Thanks to a little matchmaking work on George and Y/N's part, they'd convinced Angie and Fred to meet for coffee on his day off. That first meet-up ended up leading to several more. And now, after a couple of months, they were going out on a formal date.

"I'm glad to see him so happy," George commented.

"Me too," Y/N agreed, "even if his singing sounds like a screech owl's mating call."

George laughed and then cringed. "Especially when he tries to hit those high notes."

They were both still laughing when they heard the familiar 'tap, tap, tap' of an owl at the window.

"Oh Godric," George said. "Let's hope he didn't attract an admirer."

Y/N snorted, watching as her boyfriend opened the window to find not one but two owls. "Looks like both of us are getting answers today," he said, handing her a letter from a certain W. Merryweather Esq. of the Hemalurgy Guild and holding up another from a company that was supposed to be sending a much delayed and much anticipated part for a prototype the twins had been working on.

Y/N stared at the letter in her hands. "I'm almost afraid to open it."

"Same. Why don't we open each other's?" George suggested. "You tell me what's in mine, and I'll tell you what's in yours."

"Good idea," Y/N said, trading letters with George.

With one another's letter in hand, they ripped them open, reading in silence the contents therein.

'Oh, for fuck's sake,' Y/N thought, then looked up to find George watching her. The moment their eyes met, they both knew that neither one had good news.

"Who goes first?" George's voice held a slight tremor.

"I--I will," Y/N stuttered.

George nodded.

Y/N cleared her throat. It was a long, convoluted ramble, so she read out the only part George was interested in hearing. "We regret to inform you that your order has been canceled as we no longer deliver to your particular area. Many apologies for the inconvenience."

"Damn it!" George's fist hit the kitchen counter with such force that Y/N was afraid he might've broken a bone. Momentarily forgetting her own letter, she rushed around to look at the hand he was now cradling in his other.

"Here, let me see," Y/N said. Nodding, George sucked in his breath as she examined his injury. "Can you move your fingers?"

"Yeah, think so," George said through gritted teeth, flexing his fingers.

"Ok, good. No broken bones, then. But you probably jammed your knuckles or at least bruised yourself pretty bad. I'll go grab the apothecary kit." But, when Y/N moved to go, George stopped her.

"My hand can wait," he said. "Your letter is more important.

Y/N froze.

Right.

Her letter.

"Um, ok. If you're certain."

"I am," George replied. "Let's go sit in the living room."

Y/N's heart plummeted. "That bad, huh?"

George didn't answer, instead opting to read the letter aloud once they were settled on the sofa.

"Miss Y/L/N,

Thank you for your recent inquiry. Unfortunately, due to current circumstances, the Guild has temporarily disbanded and is not accepting new members at this time."

The same anger that had risen up in George now pumped through her veins. Y/N stood up and paced the room, both hands balled into tight fists. "Fuck Voldemort," she hissed. "And fuck the Death Eaters. And fuck the fucking horse they fucking rode in on."

George stared up at his girlfriend. He'd seen Y/N angry before, but this was different. This was a seething, calm anger. Vicious and cold. For the first time, he wondered if his fear for her safety was misplaced. Maybe it was Voldemort and the Death Eaters who should fear her and not the other way around.

~•~

A black cloud hung over the apartment the next few days. Even Fred's happy reunion with Angelina barely cut through the bleak miasma.

"Ready, love?" George asked.

"No," Y/N sighed. "Can't we just stay home? I'm not sure I'm up for this."

They were having dinner at the Burrow that evening. With school out for the summer, it would be the first time since her arrival that Y/N would see the rest of the Weasley family, save for Molly, who had warmed up to her significantly since her return, inviting her over for tea a couple of times.

"I so wish we could darling," George replied. "I'd love nothing more than to curl up in bed with you and pretend the outside world doesn't exist. But everyone is expecting us. Especially, Ginny. And if we don't show up, she'll come and drag us there, kicking and screaming."

That brought a small grin to Y/N's face. She'd missed Ginny almost as much as she'd missed George and was very much looking forward to spending some "girl time" with her adopted sister.

"Okay," she took a deep breath and gave George's hand a squeeze. "Let's do this."

~•~

"No," George's voice was firm. "I'm not endangering Y/N's life, and neither are you."

~•~

He couldn't believe the conversation he was having. Nor could he believe that Lupin could've asked it of Y/N or that she was considering the possibility.

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anyaeras · 2 years

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Always there for me || N.Romanoff

Summary

Natasha comfort you over a fear and Nightmare, And you kinda give away your crush on her, but she feels the same and stays with you, helping you sleep again <3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

friendly/romantic

2k words

Warning ( mention abuse, nightmare, and fluff)

[Reader POV]

I was Enjoying being an Avenger It was a way for me help other people, But It wasn't always this luxury superhero life I was living, Growing up in the midwest states with only my mother, it was her and I she taught me everything to read to write to fight, Defending myself if They where to come for us, when I was ten I was taken away from my mother, my home, To become a "widow" The forced me into the "red room" and I know what you're thinking the red room isn't that in Russia? well once the American government found out how these girls were doing in Russia they decided to make their own prototype taking certain girls that showed up on the radar and putting them in but it wasn't the same as the Russian one it was different it was more like science experiments on objects then training, And every day was just another injection or experiment to see what you could do, they wanted these little girls to be The worlds best murderers pretty much, and that's what we were only 10 of us came out of it alive, and to this day, Only I still live, in the middle of this all of these experiments and fighting in just the life that I have created for myself I have managed to show up on Furry radar, But not in a good way, I was Taken once again,but for some reason I didn't put up a fight, They sent someone who at the time I knew as Another widow by the look of her suit, She offered me something No one has ever, it was help, a New start, A Shield Agent, and Eventually an Avenger myself , as I continued I learned who this women was, Natasha, she did have a hard shell and a strong demeanor but if you got to know her super soft and caring, deep down inside she was always there for me when I need her, and I was there for her there was a small chance I developed feelings for her but I can brush those to the side we have a great friendship there's no need to ruin it, right? And that's where we are now

[Present day Readers POV]

We, meaning the Avengers and I were having a movie night, this type of thing happen often as a way of 'team bonding' It was fun most of the time, team bonding would change sometimes, From a movie to a game night, or a party things like that.

I walk down into the man room to find, Natasha, Clint, and Maria talking on a couch, Tony, Capt, and Bruce on the other, as Wanda and peter sat with blanket wrap around them on the floor, we waited for Vis and Bucky to walk in before starting.

I took a seat next to bucky who was like my best friend, he knew everything, Including my crush on Natasha, I would tur and lie and say it was small but when she gives me butterflies by looking at me, well- it's not so little.

Peter had gotten to pick the movie, which was not an Advantage to me, I might try and act like a badass, cold, assassin, But I just can't do Horror movies, and what did Peter pick, a horror movie! and damn Horror movie.

the movie had started and I was doing okay, I did my best to hide my fear, I really don't feel like getting picked on by the team for being weak, But as I watch the killer in the movie drag away one of the Movie characters and Kill them off, I let out a small yelp, quickly hiding my face, I knew the team saw this, and with that a group of Laughs. came my way.

Everyone but Natasha was laughing at me, I only knew this when she was the one to walk by me kicking me and bit before motioning for me to follow. I reluctantly got up, followed into the kitchen.

"you alright?" she asked a wave of concern in her voice as I nodded

"It's okay to be scared, you know that right?" she said after I just looked down, I wasn't gonna let my guard down so much for the whole team to see, and I was definitely not going to chicken out.

"N-nat can we go finish the movie please" I said giving here a small smile as it was now her turn to nod.

we snuck back to our spots in the Main living area, where everyone was still, eyes glued on the movie, other then Bucky who was smile at me, I rolled my eyes sitting back down. trying to not focus on the screaming and other sound affects coming from the movie.

finally it was over, 2hours later and I was quick to rush to my room, not wanting to be bothered, more so taunted about tonight, so I made the choice to sleep.

I laid down in my bed, It seemed like things we're staring at me and I couldn't get comfortable tossing and turning constantly, It was making me go crazy, until luckily I passed out in my bed

[A little later]

"No no stop...pl- NO!" I let out a murdering scream as I jumped up now sitting up in my bed, My room was dark, only the moonlight shining through the curtains brought a dim light into the room definitely not enough to light the entire room but a little light close by the window, I stayed sitting curled up in a ball, my legs pulled close to my chest Laying my head down on my own legs trying to quiet my sobs but it was a little late certain somebody who's room was just across the hall from mine at the compound had Heard me....

[Natashas POV]

"No no stop...pl- NO!" followed By a screen was all that was heard before silence, I was confused but nonetheless quickly Rose from my own bed, A little startled from the odd awakening but made my way to the door, I slowly creep across the hallway sobs grew louder as an inch closer to someone's door

"Y/N?” are they- Crying? Was the only thought that came to my head at the moment, I took a moment to think what I was about to do through but I wanted to get to Y/N but I didn't want to startle them, I slowly pushed open their door.

"Y/N?" I said softly, not knowing exactly how they react I've never seen them cry they were always so strong and independent but still, Loving. I watched the small body that was curled up on the bed move to look at me before looking away.

"I-i'm sorry if I woke you, i'm fine" they said to me stuttering a bit in the doing of so.

I didn't believe that you don't need to be a train spy to see through something like that, it's quite transparent, slowly inching closer to them, still being careful of the situation, I sat down on the bed close by

"n-nat?" they questioned themself saying it to me

"yes Sweetie?" And like that I had pulled y/n onto my lap letting them cry into my chest. occasionally hushing them

"shh it's okay sweetie"

once's I had gotten them to calm down a bit Still siting in my lap, Rubbing her back as y/n sobs came down to small hiccups

[Readers POV]

I felt really bad about waking Nat with one of my Nightmares, But it felt great to be in her arms, She was comforting, I clung to her like a baby onto it mother, she rubbed my back as we stayed there in silence until she finally spoke up once again

"wanna talk about it?" she asked me not pressing at all, waiting for me to open up

My response was to move back a little so she could see face as I took a moment to speak

"It was like the movie but you where with me, we were in the red room and the room you away and I had to watch them kill you, with all the things they did to me once, I didn't wanna lose you, I cant lose you" I paused as I realized what I just said and I looked up to her to see if she showed any emotion her face had one of her signature smirks, but I try to pretend I didn't just say that and continue

" they took me and strapped me down just like in the movie, and you were on the table as they injected you with who know what, you screamed and I lost you, Before I- i died, but it was so real, Like that was our real faith!" I tried my best not to sob, I already looked so vulnerable.

"It's okay, nothing will happen, i-i'll be right here with you" Nat said to me Laying me back down into my bed pulling the duvet back on

"Взаперти все мои мысли Дождь, внутри слепые искры Не вернешь своей улыбки Хэй, Хэй, Хэ, No way, way! Проснись, только проснись Не оставь меня одну здесь Не дай упасть вниз Верю в нас, ты коснись Только коснись Я лечу вниз Вниз" Natasha song softly

(Vzaperti vse moi mysli Dozhdʹ, vnutri slepyye iskry Ne verneshʹ svoyey ulybki KH·ey, KH·ey, KH·e, No way, way! Prosnisʹ, tolʹko prosnisʹ Ne ostavʹ menya odnu zdesʹ Ne day )

it was almost easy enough for me to go back to sleep, I was half asleep laying there when she stuck I felt movement in the bed and she laid me down out of her arms completely, as she started to leave, I went for her arm pulling her back.

"Stay please- I mean umm if you'd like of course, I'm so-" she cut my off but crawling back into my bed, and under the covers, pulling me into her arms as I snuggled more into her chest taking in her spicy sent

"Go to sleep Dorogoy" she whispered

"t-thank you, for always being there" I said sheepishly back to her before sleep over took both of us....

A/N two one shots one day score! i hope you are having a great day request are open!

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stevetonyweekly · 1 year

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SteveTony Weekly - April 16th

Here’s what I’ve read this week! I spent a little bit of time in the world of polyvewngers, so it’s shorter than normal but--enjoy!! Give your authors a comment & kudos as you read!

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Initiative Test Prep by plingo_kat

A day in the life of Steve Rogers, SAT tutor.

Drawing From Life by kdm103020

In which Steve cannot stop himself from drawing a certain someone.

Touchy Feely by MusicalLuna

After an encounter with Justin Hammer, Tony starts to feel—and act—strangely.

two for the show by meidui (orphan_account)

Tony is forty-five years old when he doesn’t believe in soulmates anymore.

lay your soul bare, your armour down by meidui (orphan_account)

“Now that you’re standing here, I just realised,” Zemo says softly, menacingly. “There’s a bit green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw.”

Steve is filled with an eerie dread as it occurs to him that Zemo was never after Bucky. He was after Steve.

The flecks of green in his famous blue eyes aren’t flaws. Dishonesty is a flaw. He thinks Zemo knows what he’s been keeping from Tony, and Steve is suddenly hyperaware who he’s trapped in this chamber with.

one more moment of this silence by Red (S_Hylor)

Tony can see ghosts. Not just any ghosts, but ghosts of people how haven't found peace yet, or refuse to. Ghosts of people whose bodies have never been found.

The closer to their bodies he gets, the more he sees them, an ability, or a curse, that he uses to help the police find body's of missing people.

It's never easy.

The Truest Story Never Told by Veldeia

To pass the time as they wait for rescue in the Catacombs of Paris, Tony tells Steve the story of how he ended up with the repulsor pump.

Afternoon Delight by greyduckgreygoose

Tony watched with narrowed eyes as Rogers nodded politely to Natasha. They exchanged quick, familiar smiles, which suggested that they knew each other better than the acquaintances they seemed to want Tony to think they were. Up close, Rogers was even more attractive than he had appeared on camera, a touch of blonde stubble along his jaw, large square hands.

He also had a nice ass, not that Tony was particularly staring.

“Mr. Stark,” Natasha said, as they both stood before Tony’s desk. “May I introduce Steve Rogers? Or, if you prefer, Captain America.”

Degrees of Separation by plingo_kat

Oh god, what if Jarvis infected Dummy with, with emotions. Jesus Christ.

I've got you under my skin by sirona

Five times Beijing 2008 Olympics Gold Medalist Tony Stark thinks it's going to be no more difficult a job to get ready for London 2012, than what he has just achieved. That is, of course, before Coach Fury comes to visit, and offers him a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a part of something much bigger than himself. Swimming AU.

None of This is Righteous Anger by Catchclaw

“Shut up, Sheriff,” Tony says, both his fists in Steve’s shirt now, that tin star poking, his heart a dead pound in his throat. “Unless your next sentence is let me take you to bed, because otherwise, you can go straight to hell.”

While Everyone's Lost (The Battle Is Won) by jukeboxhound

Steve closes his eyes in 1945 and wakes up in 2012.

Well. They certainly didn’t put that on the recruiting poster.

Prototype Automated Neuro-Tactile Unit 0 - New York Labs by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

ANT-0-NY is one of a kind. The man that programmed him was killed before his code could be duplicated, and for all that his later owners have tried, no one can get the code out of ANT-0-NY's head. So he gets sent off to work instead, putting his considerable talents to work for the police department. The only issue is that his partner seems to routinely forget that he's just an android.

not so different, you and i by Anonymous

Three years ago, the idea that Tony Stark being one of her best friends would have been something she’d laugh at.

Not even laugh- she’d have given whoever suggested it a dry look and changed the subject.

Dreaming Electric by jukeboxhound

New York City is still rebuilding in the wake of the Chitauri army when the biotech virus Extremis is released, upgrading a lone domestic terrorist into a posthuman threat. Tony would’ve been happy to keep going on playing with alien tech in his lab, saving average citizens as Iron Man, and pretending not to notice these other people moving into his tower, but sometimes a person just can’t have nice things.

#stevetony weekly #stony weekly #stony #stevetony #stevetony fic rec #stony fic rec #fic rec #rec list #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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flightofaqrow · 1 year

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/// You know, I’ve been with-a-grain-of-salt enjoying @bestworstcase ‘s analysis from the sidelines, but the vol 9 commentary has been particularly enjoyable. I caught up on most of those posts, thought about some of the commentary leading up to the volume from the trailers, keeping me up until 4am. I promptly then woke up just shy of four hours later with my eyes popped right open, everything having percolated in my sleep, because I’m calling it right now:

1) Something something you can’t make something from nothing, not everything is as it seems, time is wonky. The denizens of the Ever After are grimm. The characters do not die, but “ascend” by falling through a hole in the ground which a grimm in the real world then crawls out of.

2) Something something the god of darkness is actually more benevolent (doesn’t insta-kill his creations when they fail) and the god of light can’t do shit on his own (Ambrosius’s creations were pulled from the same pool?). we saw the color schemes of god of light and god of darkness shift. We are in a god of darkness realm now where everything is in reverse, (they went through the looking glass. A mirror world.)

less certain, but makes sense:

3) Something something this is Salem’s Lost Fable, not one of Oz’s stories. Salem is the girl who fell through the world (a grimm pool) and manipulated her way back out of the Ever After and can now influence grimm. Alyx is Salem. Alyx is the protagonist (hero? anti-hero?). Salem gets her hero arc, though not entirely honorable.

4) Something something grimm are believed to have no souls, that’s why. They don’t die, they get sent back to the Ever After. Unless they get eaten by the Jabberwalker. Unless they get hit with the god of light’s Silver Eyes. Summer Rose was used as a prototype hound, (dipped in a grimm pool?). Summer Rose is the Jabberwalker. Trying to “fix” her little god-of-light-now-dark corner. Trying to find something. Something something the heart never forgets, she’s going to find her emblem and remember her promise.

5) Something something the pressing question to every citizen is “What are you?” This is the land of choice.

6) Something something Cat Most Curious helps them along their way, but I haven’t slotted that piece yet. Is he the spirit of choice? Showing them possibilities through questions? Soothing their hurts here where the crown in the real world caused anguish? I’m not sold, but there’s... something.

7) The tree is the Beacon vault? It comes to you when you’ve made your choice? Can they open the door to get back home? How without a maiden? (Or will they have one? Or bc time is wonky will someone else open it from the other side?)

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby vol9 spoilers #* legends and stories; some of them true; some made up = meta *

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mickyaltierisgf · 1 year

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the term mastermind is used too loosely in the scream fandom.

putting this under a read more cause it got kinda long

mrs. loomis is the "mastermind" because she found mickey and wanted to use him as her muscle/fall guy. but this is a bare-bones and borderline dishonest summary of the story. most of this plan is not only executed by mickey, but also a product of his scheming.

all mrs. loomis wanted was to avenge billy by killing sidney + gale and everyone else was just collateral damage to her. but mickey wanted to do the copycat killer spree. so he targetted people with the same names as the first victims and even killed them (somewhat) in the same order. does anyone really believe it was mrs. loomis' idea for mickey to kill two unconnected randos in a crowded movie theatre just cause they had the same names? if he got caught he wouldn't care, because that's literally part of his overarching plan. but that would put mrs. loomis back at square one, needing to find someone who could help her go after sid. and the weird ghostface encounter sid had on stage during rehearsals..there's some speculation as to whether that really happened or sidney hallucinated it, but it's definitely in character for mickey to have attempted it. and once again, are we to believe mrs. loomis sent him to do that, knowing he could have been caught and unmasked prematurely?

i've heard it said that mrs. loomis was pulling the strings and merely "indulged mickey", but why indulge him that much in unnecessary stunts that could risk not only foiling her plan, but landing her in jail right along with him? attacking the cops and crashing the car which could have killed everyone in it? also entirely mickey. i believe they co-ordinated the timing of the phone calls + attacks together and the ending reveal, but that's it. mrs. loomis took very little initiative in this plan which is why her only kill was randy. this is fine, since she was in agreement with mickey that everything should be traced back to him, but that means that by the end, she accomplishes almost nothing. she failed in her attempt to kill gale and dewey. failed to kill sidney. she even failed to kill mickey! and once the dust cleared, sidney's decision to go into hiding before scream 3 is also credited to mickey. because he was the one who infiltrated her friend group. he managed to gain a bit of her trust and manipulate her into doubting derek.

i don't consider mrs. loomis a mastermind (that might apply only to roman) or a leader in scream 2, and i tend to view mickey as almost a prototype of roman, in a certain sense. with the ambition and skill to very nearly pull off such a grand scheme entirely by himself. mrs. loomis supplied him with the offer and the money to go after sidney, but if he'd had the funds, who knows, he might have already been there without her involvement. because mrs. loomis and mickey seem to operate mostly indipendent of each other. and I know this is partly because she and mickey literally could not be seen on screen together for obvious reasons, but even looking at their goals and actions as ghostface, we can see they have vastly different priorities. mickey would have killed randy for fun and probably just to torment sidney further, mrs. loomis did it cause he badmouthed billy.

they were never fundamentally on the same page. mickey could not have given less of a fuck about billy or avenging him and mrs. loomis obviously thought very little of mickey's trial plan. even at the end when mrs. loomis prepares to shoot mickey, we can see the realization on his face immediately and see him raise his own gun to attempt to shoot her first.

you can't be the mastermind of a plan that you take almost no part in and is basically completely someone else's idea. nor can you lead someone who isn't really following you. they were probably the most polarizing ghostface duo who co-operated the least. every other team-up (knowingly or not rip charlie) worked together toward the same goal, but mrs. loomis and mickey were merely working adjacent to each other toward a similar finale rather than the exact same objective.

#scream #scream 2 #mickey altieri #nancy loomis #ghostface

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dorminchu · 1 year

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this aot post-canon marley arc au project is coming along nicely! an outline of concepts below the cut:

Paths do not function as time travel/interdimensional meddling, but rather the candidate attempting to process what's essentially an onslaught of memories/information. The Founder can technically control all the Wall Titans & regular Titans, Shifters, at the cost of severe psychological strain. Without royal blood, the inheritor would just lose his or her mind completely. Shifter memories can also be inherited from past lives, when consuming a Shifter’s spinal fluid (as with Marcel > Ymir > Porco, Bertholdt > Armin).

The 2000 year war/Ymir Fritz debacle is fabricated history to keep the denizens of Paradis ignorant. The year 845 in Paradis is mid-1900s to the rest of the world; War for Paradis/Marley arc takes place during 1910s. Paradis is viewed as a penal colony, a haven for political dissidents, and their people no better than cattle (Marley calls them children of the devil). There is a Mid-Eastern conflict while Grisha is growing up, and it becomes a “cold war” during the infiltration of Paradis (from when Eren is nine to sixteen).

Grisha Jaeger goes through about the same events as in canon, losing his sister, becoming radicalized by that loss & the Owl, marrying Dina and unsuccessfully radicalizing his son, who turns them both over to the police. Instead of being sentenced to death by Titan like his wife and son (he’s told they were), Grisha becomes instrumental in a secret government program on Paradis, headed by the Mid-Eastern Alliance, to create Eldian “super soldiers” who won’t disobey orders. The project started a few decades before, and most of the world is unanimously for it (less soldiers have to die for the greater good, and if they’re Eldian they’re throwaways anyway). Grisha works with candidates for Attack, Armored (Female is a prototype of Warhammer), and Jaw. Colossus is just a repurposed Wall Titan. Grisha is taught both the injection and training processes, overseeing the candidates’ reaction to the serum, walking them through the process, curse of Ymir, etc.

In secret, an aged Kruger (working for the Mid-Eastern Alliance like Grisha, but secretly a double agent) gives Grisha a vial of the Attack Titan’s serum, telling him the only way to stop this endless war is to infiltrate Paradis and find someone of royal blood. Note: The Mid-Eastern Alliance wants the Founder’s power to take over Paradis and use its population as Titans for war/manpower + access to its resources. The Eldian sympathizers (Kruger, then Grisha) wish to stage a coup and eradicate Marley.

In 845, the top Warrior candidates are sent to retrieve the founder’s power (Annie, Bertholdt, Reiner and Marcel). Their assignment is to break into Paradis and assimilate as soldiers, infiltrating the military. When the “coordinate” is are found, to bring it back to Marley alive. Curse of Ymir is in effect, corresponding to titan activation and regeneration. Certain candidates are more/less susceptible to hypnotic suggestion than others (Reiner and Eren the most, Annie and Marcel/Ymir the least). But they have cues; Annie's ring, Eren's key, Reiner, Marcel and Bertholdt as "warriors" that want to get to their "hometown".

But wait, Eren is not a Warrior, so why is he included? Before the fall of Wall Maria (and a little while after rescuing Mikasa), Grisha injects Eren with the Attack Titan serum bestowed by Kruger, and hypnotizes Eren in the same manner as the Marley warriors. This is why Eren’s able to transform and act as a Shifter without thinking twice early-on. Additional contact w/Rod Reiss, Dina & Historia also brings the "warrior" side to the forefront.

Titan transformations/actions are not just determined by brainwashing (that’s mainly a special case with the Warriors), but by the shifter's subconscious. It’s why certain Titans are deemed aberrant (the Ragako villagers, Sonny, Bean, and Dina). They are more aware but lack the agency of a true Shifter, and cannot follow orders or revert back to human form without eating a Shifter. “Regular” Titans are less aware, but still seek out a Shifter to consume.

Ymir eating Marcel complicates the whole mission. She inherits Marcel's memories, but she hasn’t been programmed like the other Warriors. Hence why she comes to care for Historia on her own, and why she picks up on Reiner’s fugue state and the “warrior/hometown” cue before Eren does. I’d ideally love to give her a bigger role in the plot, but I need to flesh this out.

Bertholdt’s background doesn’t matter too much. Reiner is much the same as in canon. Annie is not adopted, but her mother does die a few years after giving birth to her and her father, himself a veteran of the Mid-Eastern conflict in Grisha’s time, never quite forgives this. Instead of telling Annie he loves her, he makes sure she’ll be the best damn Warrior candidate she can be, because to be born as Eldian is basically a death sentence. (Bertholdt and Reiner want to complete the mission for patriotic reasons, while Annie’s heart is not quite in it.)

During Stohess, Annie is captured by the Scouts. She admits, under pressure, that she was supposed to bring Eren to “hometown” because he’s like her. Irvin and Hanji appeal to the military tribunal to let her work with the Scouts, same as Eren, under the determination she was coerced into working for the enemy’s orders. This does not go over well initially. Levi is able to put his feelings aside for the good of the mission, but that’s as nice as he gets—she’s on thin ice after slaughtering his squad. Most of the Scouts are scared of Annie, but Armin, Eren, and Ymir show various degrees of sympathy.

Thanks to Marcel’s memories, Ymir suspects the coordinate is Eren (but doesn’t know the relation of Zeke to Eren, or why he’s so important) and that Reiner and Bertholdt will need to bring him to “hometown”. So Ymir and Annie initially work together to bring Eren in; but Ymir splits to protect Historia, while Annie sides with Bertholdt and Reiner.

Eren still punches the Smiling Titan. Historia becomes Queen of Paradis, etc. Flash forward to the Marley/War for Paradis Arc. Annie and Reiner survive, while Bertholdt does not (I’m quite fond of Ymir, but I also think her arc concluded pretty neatly, which is more than I can say for other characters).

With the help of Yelena and Floch, Eren goes AWOL for ten months, posing as an injured veteran and learning Marley’s situation. He develops a tendency for self-harm beyond the need to heal, and his regeneration begins to lessen with age.

Annie and Reiner return to Marley empty-handed, but with plenty of intel. Annie gets promoted to Vice-Commander. Reiner was the lynchpin of the operation (but he's really starting to lose it). Now she has to be the leader, and she didn't care about much else but getting home before this. Reiner is the only one who seems happy for Annie’s promotion (her heart wasn’t in it, point of contention with Marley’s Warriors and their zealotry) because he’s riddled with guilt for failing to save Bertholdt, thinks she’s better-suited for VC.

Annie recognizes the injured veteran in Liberio but no one believes that he's a threat (just like in Paradis!). She's doesn't want another tragedy, but she's also nursing a grudge about her lack of success in Paradis and her current bad blood despite the promotion (unhappy, now that she’s got what she once wanted). So she tracks Krueger down to his apartment and tries to find evidence he's up to something. He's a little drunk and physically impaired (has to keep injuring himself), but certainly remembers her.

She can't find his letters (he’s “cleaning house” to return home), nor turn him in on a hunch. So she gets a little tipsy and they end up reconciling. Maybe a little more than that. If I'm going to be self-indulgent, Eren admits he'd marry her despite the Curse of Ymir, etc., as they're both Eldian (because he's inebriated). She doesn't shut him down (because she's inebriated) and suggests he ask after the war's over. Eren says he will remember.

But when the time comes, Eren still kills Tybur and the Warhammer Titan. He’s taken back to Paradis. (Tenatively might kill off Reiner and have another kid take his powers.)

The Jaegerists encourage Eren’s goal of “genocide” under the guise of blind jingoism without understanding precisely what they’re asking for (they’re mostly seen as “useful idiots” outside of Paradis). The Anti-Marley group is more aware of Eren's underlying condition, and have been promised (falsely) by the Mid-Eastern Alliance that eradicating Paradis will make them heroes/grant them immunity—they are still Eldians in Marley’s eyes. All they have to do is manipulate Eren into starting a war with Marley.

Eren breaks out of confinement on Paradis, storms the interior, activates the Founder using Historia instead of Zeke and unleashes the Colossi to decimate Marley and anyone else who dares fire a shot on Paradis. Well, that’s the plan. What actually happens is: the Mid-Eastern Alliance takes him out by cooperating with the military on Paradis (the colossi can’t reach the zeppelins). Eren's connection is severed from the Founding Titan, but he’s not killed. He and all the Warriors/normal Titans lose their powers and revert back to human form. It effectively kills the Colossi crossing the sea. It's not a total massacre like in the comic/show.

With Paradis losing its greatest asset, they have to declare an armistice or risk total destruction by modern planes, boats, etc. "cutting edge" tactical warfare against titans. The island is in shambles, but not eradicated as the other side hoped. The narrative becomes that Eren Jaeger, a rogue soldier, sought to bring a casualty so massive the world leaders had no choice but to band together against the horror of the rumbling. He and the other Warriors + Jaegerists are tried for war crimes. Historia decrees Eren an “honorary Marleyan” and sends him to live in exile in Marley, as he can’t really harm anyone without his powers or public sway.

Eren’s a pariah, or a tragic war hero who fought for emancipation of the Eldians, depending on who you ask. He ends up in the same Liberio tenement he occupied during his ten-month stint. He goes through a lot of emotional processing, gets in fights, drinks heavily, yet slowly finds commonality with the surviving warriors (Pieck, Porco, Falco, Reiner, Annie) that they should have been fighting the Mid-Eastern Allies, not each other.

Public feelings are mixed. They're heroes for stopping Eren, but also an unpleasant reminder of Marley’s embracing of science without ethics. They frighten children and invite the ire of normal vets who cannot regenerate, and were displaced by titan shifters.

Pieck and Porco move to a different city, Eren gets a job as instructor at military college while Annie becomes a clerk for Marley’s military police (again!). They get "set up" by a colleague. Circumstances change and she has to live with him after a block of Liberio gets torched (not everyone in Marley is happy about the Warriors). They reunite, reconvene, and eventually find a life together in the rubble, eking out their remaining years as civilians. Think Curious Case of Benjamin Button in terms of bittersweet tearjerker. The love was there, in spite of the horrors of war.

#aot #snk #upcoming projects #meta?#a gratuitous amount of headcanon #marley arc #canon rewrite #ereannie if you really really squint

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wereh0gz · 1 year

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Ok so like. The original Phantom Ruby is a parasite in Crimson Consumption.

It is a living being, with cells that have incredibly hard, crystaline cell walls that give it the appearance of a gem. Its origins are unknown, but it is most definitely not of Sonic's planet. It may not even be of that dimension (though it does seem to share some small similarities with The End... strange.)

The Ruby can attach itself to living beings. It calls out to people and preys on their insecurities while offering the ability to bend reality itself. The more they use this power, the madder and obsessive they become. Eventually, they will reach a point where they will allow it to attach itself to their body in order to access more of its power. It will then slowly eat away at them, converting their flesh into more of itself, growing and growing until it consumes it all.

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While it feasts on their body, it continues to provide its power to the host, corrupting their mind further and making them go mad with power. Eventually, though, once the brain is fully converted, the host will lose control of their body and their consciousness will be trapped in an endless dream they will never escape from, not until their very soul is consumed.

The conversion is incredibly painful, and the host will feel all of it. But the Ruby continues to drive them further and further, making them hungrier for more power, to a point where they will endure any amount of pain just to be able to shape reality to their image.

Sometimes, though, it becomes too much. Sometimes the host will become self aware, become terrified of themselves and this power. But it was already too late the moment they allowed the Ruby to attach itself to their body.

They can't reject the Ruby themselves, and unless they know a certain supersonic hedgehog, his genius fox brother, and the Resistance they're a part of, they won't be able to get it surgically removed. And even then, they can't recover whatever parts the Ruby has already converted. If one of the host's vital organs, like their heart or their brain, is consumed, it's game over.

Eggman was lucky. He used the Ruby to power his Death Egg robot instead of using its power directly. He knew there was more to it than being a super powered gem akin to the Chaos Emeralds, and decided to take care when handling it. Classic Eggman was very close to being consumed, though, as he used it's power directly on a few occasions, but it was sent away to the present before it could fully draw him in. Both his past and present selves only narrowly escaped its pull.

Infinite, on the other hand, had a Phantom Ruby Prototype implanted into his chest, and he used its power regularly. That, along with his desire to become more powerful and his drive to continue fighting, made it easy for the original Ruby to call out to him and attach itself to his body. He was doomed to be consumed from the start, all thanks to Eggman.

There were others before Infinite who were eaten by the Phantom Ruby. Not a trace of those people remain, not even their souls. The Ruby consumed all of it. Infinite would've been one of those people, had he not been helped by the rookie and the Resistance. He was lucky, too, though much less so than Eggman. The whole ordeal quite literally cost him an arm and a leg (and then some), while Eggman came out of his two encounters with the "gem" unscathed.

If someone were to survive the consumption, like Infinite in this case, they would, of course be left with scars (both physical and mental) and possibly even damage to their internal organs from the removal. Their sclera will also be permanently tinted red. The longer they've had the Ruby in their system, the deeper the red. Though chances of survival are very slim.

#ramblings #long post #long rambly au post yippeeeeee #i love The Horrors. i love subjecting characters to The Horrors

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geometricalien · 9 months

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1, 2, 3, 6, 10, 12, 16, 20, 23, 24 & 27 for Kōki Furihata - feel free to choose just a few from these if you feel these are too much 😊

nah man imma answer them allll thank you for sending your ask!! <3<3

1 - My first impression of them - … I thought he was shallow… HE JOINS A TEAM WITH AMBITIONS TO BE THE BEST BECAUSE OF A WEAK ASS GOAL “a girl said she would date me if I was the best in something lol” !! BOY!!

2 - When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like) - I think I finally warmed up to him when he and the other first years said that they wanted to play on the court too, so that’s around?? The streetball tournament? And then we get to know him more during winter cup and he is hella relatable

3 - A song(s) that reminds me of them -

Hercules by Sara Bareilles, i’ve been obsessed with this since I first heard it over a year, it encapsulates the core emotional drive behind Kouki in my greek wip, “‘cause I have sent for a hero from on my knees, make me a Hercules, I was meant to be a warrior please, make me a Hercules”

Mree’s cover of Face My Fears, it just makes me imagine him walking up this huge staircase to the palace of the emperor preparing to do the unthinkable

Romantic by Lauryn Marie, Kouki is ouuuurrrr romantic

I also have this playlist I made full of songs that either remind me of him or songs I think he would listen to

6 - My least favorite ship of them - oh uh hmm I haven’t thought about this before uh let me pull up a character sheet fjdsklf (I’m not including teams unrelated to the GOM bc I literally don’t remember enough about them to say conclusively one way or the other if a ship would be bad or my new otp (veerryyyy unlikely that would happen but who knows) similarly with minor characters from GOM’s teams- besides seirin and rakuzan) okay, I entertained this for far longer than I should because Kouki is fairly similar to Yamaguchi from haikyuu however while Kouki has the ability for snark he isn’t mean like Yams. so Haizaki and Hanamiya are in the running for least favorite ships. Vibes alone, Hyuuga and Kouki don’t mesh well. Tsuchida has a girlfriend so he’s out. And lastly, I think Kouki is too nice and considerate to be a compelling ship with Midorima. He needs someone who will push him beyond his boundaries and Kouki wouldn’t do that. And that’s what I’ll say on that jfdsakljf

Sidenote: I unexpectedly like the rivalry that could crop up between Kouki and Sakurai in their third year bc I think they would be interesting parallels

10 - Describe the character in one sentence - Unassuming man doesn’t know how beautiful and kind he is in this cruel world.

12 - Sexuality hc! Bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bib ib ib ib bibibibibi

16 - A childhood headcanon - Kouki wanted to be a mangaka when he was a kid, he read all the shonen jumps as soon as they came out and had dreams of making the next big manga. He even made some prototype manga chapters full of wobbly characters and overdrawn colors and misspelled words that his mother proudly kept and eagerly plans to show his partner (coughAkashicough) when they come to visit

20 - A weird headcanon - He picks and tears at his fingernails instead of clipping them. It’s half out of nerves and half out of boredom

23 - Future headcanon - Besides him being the captain their 3rd year- When he has a stable job he updates his wardrobe, little known fact, Kouki is very fashionable, so he likes to be on top of fashion trends (cough and when he gets with a certain rich redhead he takes full advantage of their gift giving love language and his little black credit card for certain expensive brands cough) I also think that during the pandemic shut down he went a little crazy trying new recipes and his kitchen was an utter mess with no less than 3 failed dough starters spread across his countertops

24 - What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone? - He deeply enjoys all of the soapy romance dramas his mother watches. He’ll enter the living room on the dot of eight and put up a farce of “what is this? The emperor’s love? Guess I’ll watch this with you… if you insist” His whole family has picked up on this and besides some gentle ribbing from his elder brother, no one blinks an eye. His mother records the episodes now in case his practice runs late. When the girls in his class talk about the shows he has to physically restrain himself from commenting thinking everyone will think its weird that a guy likes those sappy shows (he doesn’t know that being able to share and relate with the girls about something will make him more liked though)

27 - If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet? - is it a cop out answer to say thomas the tank engine? I think he and Yamaguchi would be good friends

#ask box #ask game #furihata kouki #knb #kuroko no basket #thank you!!! <3 #traditional artist

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Six+ Sentences Not-Sunday

Tagged by @its-a-humanriot, sorry that I took so long to respond.

Tagging @ellietheewriter, @fuzzydreamin, and @mentatsandsunshine, but only if you have something you’d like to share.

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One day I may finish this, which has the working title of Harkness’ No Good, Bad, Terrible Time in the Mojave. Set in the same universe as you who wish to conquer pain, after Harkness heads west away from the Institute’s reach once Zimmer is sent away from Rivet City.

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The drink must have been drugged, that was his only logical conclusion in the aftermath. Getting tipsy took serious effort with the way he was built, and getting blackout drunk? Hell, he would have had to drink the whole saloon dry and then some. A Courser might have to mingle a little amongst the wastelanders to gather information for a search, so certain allowances were made in their programming and construction to make them blend in. He could get tipsy, but not properly drunk. Most chems and poisons moved through his body like water. He ate and drank like any human, he slept, but could go without all three of those things far longer than any human being in a pinch. After all, it wouldn’t do for the hunter to be hindered by simple physical needs whilst in pursuit of a rogue synth. In testing, Zimmer had found that removing the capacity for pain and the relief of said pain with medication made for a sub-par Courser with an unfortunate tendency to go mad. Med-X worked on his kind, but he had a terrifying tolerance for it.

That jackass in the checkered coat had probably dosed his drink expecting that it would be enough to kill his target. The shooting? Well, that was slapdash and spur of the moment. The move of a man trying to save face and the operation he was running in one fell swoop. At the very least, he was still drugged enough that the wounds he received barely hurt once he crawled out of that shallow grave. His memory went blank for a few blessed days after that. There were very few kindnesses offered to a synth by their maker. This must have been one of those. The elderly wasteland doctor probably expected more gratitude from someone he nursed back from the brink. Instead he got a suspicious glare, one word answers to all of his questions, and Harkness walking out the door with what few possessions that checkered jackass had left him after dumping him in the earth. This man had dug a bullet out of his brain, there was no telling just what he might have seen lurking in the shadows of the Institute’s handiwork. Harkness didn’t intend to find out either. He wasn’t actively bleeding, most of his faculties were intact, and he had a job to do. Well, two jobs now that someone had stolen his damned package.

He needed ammo and other supplies before he headed further into the desert, and someone had helpfully emptied his pockets of caps. So he was going to have to barter, because it was highly unlikely that anyone in this tiny shit-hole of a town had any work worth doing. Supplies, then info if he could get it, and most likely he was going to have to go without basic human amenities for a while. Not for the first time, he cursed Zimmer’s insistence on realism in his prototypes. Older coursers didn’t feel hunger, thirst, or exhaustion. He did, but at Father’s insistence none of those things would actually kill him. Fucking scientists. The general store owner stared wide eyed at him from the moment he stepped in the door, like a radstag caught short by a flashlight beam. This was precisely why he hated small towns. Anything and everything was news, spread around like Brahmin shit on a farm within minutes. That had to be it. Regardless, he didn’t have time for trifling bullshit.

“I need microfusion cells and 5.56 mm rounds.” He said, fishing through his pack for something worth trading. Not stimpacks, he’d need those. Someone had put some Med-X in with his things, probably the doctor who had patched him up. The shopkeeper hadn’t replied in a solid minute, so Harkness looked up at him with a frown.

“You’re the dead guy.” The man said, eyes wide as saucers.

“Do I look dead to you?”

The younger man looked, if anything, even more unsettled than he had before.

“You crawled out of a grave.” He pointed out, blinking owlishly.

Harkness sighed.

Jason Harkness was not a man inclined towards thievery or willful criminal activity. There had been a a time when he had had a deep well of patience to draw from when dealing with humans. That time was so far in his past now that it felt like those past life memories that religious folk and chem addicts babbled about. It would be simpler to pull a gun on the man to get what he needed, faster too. His fellows back at the Institute with their black leather trench coats and curtailed freedom would have chosen that route immediately. Hell, half the human population would too in a pinch. But something in him felt painfully wrong when he transgressed from the brand of morality that he had built for himself, like an alarm ringing directly in his ear for hours or days on end. A twinge in a soul he wasn’t sure that he even had, given his origins. So instead, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for half a heartbeat like a friend had taught him to do years before. When the irritation passed, he opened them again.

“Listen, I just need to buy some ammo. I’ve gotta check in with my bosses in Primm, figure out who shot me. Can we trade or not?”

Five boxes of unneeded 10mm ammo and one of his few bandannas later, he had enough ammo to feel comfortable heading to Primm. Well, reasonably comfortable. He had a migraine the size of New California and had spent ten minutes nursing a nosebleed as Chet the shop-keep tallied up their trade, but he wasn’t dead yet. You had to take what victories you could in this life, after all.

#insp: harkness #tag meme #you who wish to conquer pain #harkness #a3-21 #fallout harkness

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usafphantom2 · 2 years

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How L3Harris created the new U.S. special operators' plane to hunt and attack terrorists

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 08/14/2022 - 8:10 PM in Military

The new AT-802U Sky Warden aircraft from the Armed Overwatch program of the U.S. Special Operations Command (SOCOM) will be able to carry various weapon configurations and modular sensors that can be quickly changed and disassembled for deployment in a few hours.

The AT-802U Sky Warden, manufactured by L3Harris Technologies and aircraft manufacturer Air Tractor, is SOCOM's choice for a robust aircraft that can perform intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance, approximate air support and attack missions against terrorist groups in austere locations, such as parts of Africa.

Luke Savoie, president of the ISR sector at L3Harris Technologies, said that the use of the model-based engineering company and modular open systems has allowed you to design a tailor-made low-cost aircraft to provide what special operators need in the field.

SOCOM wants armed surveillance planes so that it can continue to pressure extremist groups, such as Somalia's al-Shabab, in areas with widely indisputable airspace, while the U.S. Air Force changes its main focus and more elaborate fighters and bombers for possible cutting-edge threats in Europe and Asia.

Armed surveillance aircraft can also take on at least some of the missions carried out by the U-28 Draco ISR aircraft, which is old and expensive to maintain.

L3Harris' indefinite delivery contract / undefined quantity to deliver up to 75 Sky Wardens will be worth up to $3 billion, with an initial contract of $170 million.

Work with confidence

L3Harris began working on what would become Sky Warden in March 2020, shortly after SOCOM launched its Armed Overwatch request. Savoie said that the company started "without preconceived notions".

Instead of starting with a list of mandatory items for the plane, as traditional requirements-based engineering can dictate, Savoie said that L3Harris designers used model-based systems engineering to consider why a Sky Warden pilot may need certain capabilities and the best way to meet these needs.

L3Harris also sought to ensure that resources are fully integrated to reduce the team workload and take advantage of automation whenever possible, he said.

"In special operations, it all comes down to that," Savoie said. “The guy on the floor is not looking for points on [a] map, on a tablet or something on his wrist. He is looking for confidence that someone speaking in his ear knows what he is talking about, and not having to guess it."

This led L3Harris to refine the type of sensors and software that this plane would need and how it would integrate the systems, he said. The company talked to those who have carried out this mission before to make Sky Warden as easy to use as possible.

"End users... constantly remind us: 'I like to look through the crosshairs of my gun, I don't like to look at my arm, at a tablet,'" said Savoie, former driver of U-28 and AC-130.

Users also emphasized the importance of instant communication, without latency, for an airplane performing an Armed Overwatch mission, Savoie said, as well as the need to streamline the information presented to the pilot.

To build the aerial structure that would become Sky Warden, L3Harris joined Air Tractor, which usually builds agricultural and firefighting aircraft.

The company had worked with Air Tractor on previous programs, such as surveillance aircraft for Jordan in the mid-2010s and other projects involving the integration of sensors, weapons and software. But, Savoie said, with its additional attack capabilities, the Sky Warden was much more complicated than Jordanian surveillance planes.

L3Harris created three prototypes of Sky Wardens. One was fully missioned, with all the modifications to do everything that an operational plane of the Armed Overwatch program would have to do. The company sent this prototype to Eglin Air Base, Florida, last summer, for SOCOM evaluation. Four other companies also demonstrated their prototypes to SOCOM in 2021 and early 2022.

A second prototype was built for the flight tests of the L3Harris itself and to qualify the autopilot of the plane. L3Harris also built a third Sky Warden prototype to test and certify the reinforced and high-load wing of the aircraft to ensure that it could carry up to 6,000 pounds of external ammunition.

Savoie said that the Sky Warden can be easily prepared for deployment on a C-17 or C-5 mobility aircraft. The plane can be disassembled in about 7 hours, loaded on a cargo plane and reassembled in the same amount of time when it reaches its destination, he said. L3Harris brought a Sky Warden to the May Special Operations Forces Industry Conference in Tampa, Florida, where it demonstrated how quickly the disassembly and reassembly process could take place.

"It's a very compact form," Savoie said.

The unit cost of a Sky Warden varies according to its configuration and features, Savoie said, but refused to set a value.

The L3 Harris contract also includes the provision of training systems, mission planning systems, support equipment, spare parts and logistical support.

Air Tractor aircraft already carried weapons before, such as .50 caliber cannons and 7.62 miniguns, Savoie said. The Sky Warden could be armed with six weapon stations, with the 2.75-inch laser-guided Advanced Precision Kill Weapon System, or APKWS, with the rocket being its main weapon.

The Sky Warden could also carry GBU-12 Paveway laser-guided bombs, Savoie said, and L3Harris is close to having it able to transport the Hellfire AGM-114 missile. And Sky Warden has the infrastructure to handle up to eight common weapons based on launch tubes, such as the AGM-176A Griffin, he said.

Construction of the Sky Wardens will begin at the Air Tractor facility in Olney, Texas. Once these fuselages are built, they will be sent to the L3Harris modification center in Tulsa, Oklahoma, where work will take place to modify them to the Armed Overwatch mission.

Savoie said that L3Harris will manufacture parts for modifications to its facilities in Greenville, Texas. L3Harris will also do the software work for the plane at its facilities in Nashville, Tennessee, and maintenance activities will be done in Rockwall, Texas. Engineering work will be done at L3 locations in Waco, Greenville and Plano, Texas. Several other L3Harris sites will provide sensor, radio and weapons release capabilities, Savoie said.

Source: Defense News

Tags: Armed OverwatchAT-802 Air TractorMilitary AviationSOCOM - Special Operations Command

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