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Wild Horses

Part 4

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Doctor!Reader, other characters x reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

A/N: I hope y’all like this chapter and I apologize if it took long! Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated, I love hearing y’alls thoughts. Don't be afraid to stop by and say hi and if there are any ideas you guys would like to have in this story, just let me know! And as always, I hope you lovelies have a beautiful day! 💜💜💜 Also I apologize if some of the tags don't go through, I make sure to add each and every one of you lovelies but the tagging system here sucks ass.

Story Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.

Chapter Summary: 🎶Don't be suspicious.🎶

Warnings and notes: language, violence, blood and gore, fluff, angst, slow-burn, mentions of sexual themes

(Quick Disclaimer: I am not a doctor nor have any professional knowledge or experience involving surgical procedures. I am just a student studying in the medical field who has just started taking courses that are more degree-related. So I apologize if some of the stuff may be inaccurate.)

🍂Simon Riley. Simon MOTHERFUCKING Riley. The only man to exist that has managed to accomplish aggravating you in every possible way imaginable. For a woman known to have a great deal of patience, he sure as hell didn’t even need to lift a finger to break that record. Might as well put him in the Guinness Book of World Records for ‘The Most Stubborn Asshole Man Alive’ because you’re pretty sure if you looked up the words stubborn and asshole in a dictionary, his face would pop up.

🍂All you did was help stitch him up from a gunshot wound that could’ve gone way south if not done correctly. And when you tell him to come to you if he has any injures or illnesses because you want to help him, what does he do? What does this asshole of a man do? Insults you! Right to your face! I mean sure it wasn’t a direct insult nor were any of his words particularly insulting, but it was still rude and it offended you.

🍂“Meh don’ bother. I’m a big tough dummy and I eat rocks and tea for breakfast. I don’ need your help.” You mock with a shake of your head and a widened stance, mimicking both the voice and stature of the masked English soldier. The little ‘altercation’ had left you nearly fuming, pushing you to go outside to get some of that chilly night air in order to cool off. “I bet you use Gorilla Glue on all your wounds and call it a day.” You scoff, returning to your original posture. You better pray Ghost isn't lurking around somewhere unless you want your ass beat.

🍂Your dad had always taught you kindness and patience, being the down-to-earth soul he was, but boy was this man absolutely testing the everlasting shit out of you. You almost had to mutter out a small apology in your father’s honor for the obscene and colorful language that fell from your lips. But the more you thought about the absolute 6'4 idiot of a man, the more you became frustrated over it. All that body mass and not a single ounce of a brain. How he has managed to come this far without dying of an infection, you have no clue.

“Hope you like that fucking sour apple Dum-Dum you lollipop thief. You’re lucky I don’t dye your stupid mask pink.” You don't know what came in you in that heated moment but next thing you know you were practically planning your funeral and writing a will of your inheritance for your cat back home. Because if there's one thing you shouldn't do, it's kicking a random metal can just lying around on the street. Let's just say you were fucked because the sound that came out of you was equivalent to the screeching of a dying narwhal. The way the throbbing in your big toe had you clutching the wall and wheezing like a fish reeled right out of the water begging the creator for mercy was enough to produce some sweat out of you. And just your luck, as if the night couldn’t get any worse, Price had heard the noise and went to investigate it. Shouldn't this man have better things to do?

The face you pulled would have risen some concern from your colleagues back at the hospital in the states, a widened smile and pain-filled eyes, and you can’t help but to thank the poorly lit lamp streets for obstructing it. You swear you feel like your head is about to explode from the way you tried to keep it all together. But as Price asked if you were alright, looking over your stiffened and awkward stance, one hand out on the wall and your injured foot crossed over the other, all you could do was nod frantically and let out a wheezed ‘Yup. Finer than frog hair split four ways’. You pray that he doesn’t think you’re constipated or something from the strain in your voice. Coward. I would have faked a fall and had him carry me over the threshold.

Price of course doesn’t get American lingo and has no clue what the fuck you just said but takes it as a yes. Just you wait till he goes back in and tells the others what he heard. The man practically opens up the computer and searches up the phrase that you uttered just to find the meaning, all while the others crowd around. And after scrolling through a bunch of different articles involving different American slang, they collectively decide to learn a bunch of them in order to communicate with you. I lied. Because literally from this day forth, they randomly spit out different words and phrases just to tease your American accent. Actually Soap is the only one who does that………….just Soap.

Anyways……..

When Price finally closes the door behind him, you’re back to gritting your teeth and cursing at the pain in your toe and blaming it for your misfortunes, waiting a couple minutes so as to not run into the captain or the others before hurrying limping back into the building and into your room.

What did I tell ya. Should have just asked for Price to carry you back.

After inspecting your toe as what felt to be broken, you were glad to find out that it was just a grade 1 sprain. As painful as it was, for a successful recovery all it needed was some ice, taping, drugs, and a lot of rest. Rest......right. Like you were gonna get any of that.

Should've just reported it to Price.

Guess you can add one more injury to your list of things that are in the process of healing. The men come back from the mission bloodied and bruised with gunshot wounds, and you…….well you sprain your toe from trying to kick a can of beans or whatever the hell that stupid metal cylinder was filled with.

As if you weren't stressed enough before. Now you had to worry about hiding this tiny injury from the rest of the team to prevent them worrying about you. Also because you don’t want them to start asking questions about how it happened in the first place and find out that a can of beans was the culprit behind it. Hm, sounds a lot like someone else.

When you finally laid in bed that night, drugged out on melatonin and pain killers and wearing an oversized tee and a pair of shorts, you couldn’t stop drumming your fingers against your stomach, your injured foot propped up on a pillow with your big toe wrapped and taped up looking like you borrowed Fred Flintstone’s foot. Now just how were you going to hide that? It’s not like you can just grab a pair of those circus clown shoes or an orthopedic boot or some crutches and hope no one notices. And while you stared up at the ceiling, the drumming of your fingers coming to a stop as you contemplated on the idea while waiting to crash out from the melatonin you took, there is only one thing left that came to mind. So, in one swift motion, you grab the spare pillow closest to you and scream into it. A really long, really shrill scream that would have put the banshees to shame. Yup. You can now say you had officially reached your breaking point.

And what happens when you’re stressed? You have strange dreams, like really strange dreams. I’m talking weird vivid outlandish shit that feel too real kind of dreams. Because when you wake up the next morning, sweat beaded at your forehead, you can only think about the very explicit dream you had last night. The one involving you and the team and a series of very……………how can I say this, rated porn shit. It all felt real, too fucking real, because when you move your legs over to hang off the side of the bed, there’s a tenderness there and well………….everything else that comes with it.

“Yo what the actual fucking shit.” You groan, resting your elbows onto your thighs as you shove your face into your hands and rub at your forehead and cheeks.

How the hell were you going to face the team after waking up from something like that? You could almost paint a picture of the entire sequence as if it just happened, and boy was the image going to be burned into the back of your mind like the searing of a branding iron.

You were embarrassed just thinking about it. Every time you closed your eyes, you were reminded of the way their hands and lips roamed every inch of your body, the way their skin almost burned against yours, the stubble of their facial hair grazing against the sensitive skin that lined your inner thighs and the wetness of their tongues, the sounds of their low grunts and moans that escaped from deep within their chests that mingled with your soft ones as their heated breaths fanned your neck, the sharp smell of metal that paired with the rhythmic swaying of their dog tags as they dangled above you with each movement, and the pulling sensation in the pit of your stomach after reaching your high with each of them.

And then there was Ghost, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, the way he looked you over with disgust while you were on your back when each of them hovered over you. And when he finally stood in front of you, when there seemed to be no one else, glaring down at you from under that mask of his, and uttering one single phrase, 'you harlot of a tart', you woke up. Typical ole Ghost. An asshole in reality and an asshole in dreams.

You needed air, a shower, and a change of clothes, desperately. Price had given you the day off when you finished patching the men up last night. And that is exactly what you were going to do. But first you needed to clean yourself up, preferably with holy water if there was any, and then........well...you needed to get out of this building and get some fresh air because what in the 60s psychedelic orgy was that.

Lazily getting up from your bed, you quickly tie your tangled hair up in a simple bun and slide on a pair of slippers over your fuzzy socks, throwing on your plush Grogu and Mandalorian patterned robe over your sleeping clothes and pulling the hood of your robe over your head to provide extra warmth. Today was a much needed day off after the shit storm that was yesterday. As part of your regular morning routine on the days you didn't work, you grab your other mug that you finally found after rummaging through your things; the one shaped like the head of Kermit the Frog and decide to make yourself a cup of coffee to wake yourself up first and foremost.

Making sure to balance your weight on your uninjured foot, you wobble over to the kitchen, your empty mug in hand and your bottle of pain pills in the other that rattled slightly every time you dragged your feet across the floor. Your eyes tear up as you let out a long and dragged out yawn, squinting in the process which prevents you from seeing just what you were walking into as you place your mug on the countertop with a high-pithed clink.

If you thought today was going to have some mercy on your poor soul........................well you're wrong. Because while you have your back turned to the dining table behind you as you try to start up the coffee machine, you had forgotten that the thing was still broken in the first place, and also the fact that you live with five, now six, other men, and their eyes were now all on you. Girl if you don't turn your ass around-

"Mornin-"

"Sweet baby Jesus!" You nearly jump a foot into the air, spinning around in a frenzy with a wild look to see that the whole crew had been at the dining table the entire time and that you weren’t the only one scared out of their wits.

Did you just say ‘sweet baby Jesus?’ They haven’t heard that one before.

You stare wide-eyed in fright at the men seated at the table, your hair a mess and your heart so close to bursting out of your ribcage you swear you'd have to chase after it as you clutch the counter behind you.

There is an obvious awkward silence in the air as everyone stares at the inharmonious mess that is you and your startled state, curiously eyeing the large Grogu ears that were attached to the sides of the hood of your Star Wars plush robe and your bare calves that peeked out from underneath the hem down to your fuzzy socks that had cats all over it. You're practically following their eyes as they look over to your bottle of pills and your Kermit mug on the counter beside you before looking back at you. Oh to be able to read what went through their heads.

Despite your clashing wardrobe that made him question your taste in attire, there was one thing Ghost had focused on more, one that was obvious to those who knew it, a dainty tattoo of the unmistakable silhouette of a rose along the side of your calf. Was that the same rose off of Depeche Mode's 'Violator' album cover? It sure was, because right in the center of the stem where the rose was cut off, were the words 'violator' in cursive. Be still his heart. Is this man planning a proposal and your entire wedding? He was almost curious to find out what other bands or artists you listened to. Maybe he'll sneak a peek at your playlist-

"Howdy! You eh...........ya look worn slap out......I reckon." Soap smiles, trying to mimic the southern American accent but failing miserably, which only earns a round of groans of agitation at the table as the team roll their eyes. All but König of course, he's just as clueless as you are. He wasn't there when the team were searching up American slang.

You-what? The hell is this man on about?

"Jesus-" Price rolls his eyes at Soap's antics as he goes to take a sip of his coffee.

"......................" You're still mute. Your eyes dart between each of them, your thoughts only replaying the pornographic images of your dream as this sudden irrational fear begins to develop that they might be able to get a glimpse of your thoughts. Make a run for it-

"................Ye awright there wee lass? Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally." Soap's smile drops.

You're lookin a bit what?

"Mate, shut up." Gaz whispers to Soap after noticing your disconcerted expression. It was making him nervous, no doubt, and the fact that you weren't saying anything only made it worse.

The whole team were practically waiting for you to say something, but all you could do was stare. Girl either you say something or just take your clothes off and let them have you right then and there on the dining table, bandaged toe and everything if your dream distracts you that much-

"Guten morgen schatz (good morning love)." König sent a wave in your direction to try to ease the tension only to drop his hand back down after seeing that you did not respond. Poor dude is worried you’ve fallen ill and is practically sitting on the edge of his seat, analyzing every detail of your body language and ready to leap to your rescue in case you show any signs of falling unconscious.

Even Ghost couldn't stop the annoyed sigh/huff that escaped, shaking his head at the uncomfortable and nuisance of a situation as he took a sip of his tea, the motion catching your attention. That is when you first noticed that he had the lower half of his mask lifted up to his nose. Was this the first you had seen of part of his face? You found yourself tracing over the outline of his jaw and the cool-toned, medium blonde stubble the color of pale sand after a storm that lined the skin there, following along the curves of his lips and noticing the small scar that traveled down until his words from your dream echoed in your head, the same lips that said to you 'you harlot of a tart'. And as you lifted your gaze to his eyes, you found them narrowing at you. Shit.

"There's uh.......there's a cuppa coffee for you in the fridge there." Price nods towards the fridge near you, hoping that would snap you out of whatever trance you are in. I mean if you don't want it, I'll take it.

"....................." You had this overwhelming urge to puke and the last thing you wanted was to unload your stomach's contents of microwaved pasta right in front of everyone.

"Eh....estas bien amor? (you alright love?)" Alejandro's words pull you out of your thoughts. Oh what I would give to have this man ask me if I'm alright-

Bitch just say something-

“Блядь (fuck).”

Wha-what? That’s not what I meant-

The men quickly give each other a glance from the side of their eye. Did you just blurt something in Russian?

".................sorry what?” You squint with a scrunch of your nose, pulling the collar of your robe over your braless chest as a faint heat rose to your cheeks, utterly terrified to look them in the eye lest you'd get flashbacks. Should've just made a run for it when you first saw them-

More silence, nonexistent chirping of crickets that makes you want to crawl into a hole and decompose. Then there is the sound of someone slurping. Who-NOW WHO'S SLURPING?

"Sorry." Gaz utters a quick apology, dragging his tongue over his lips as he places his cup of tea down on the table.

"The coffee machine is broken love." Price adds.

"I know that." You state with a blink, startling the men on how quickly you suddenly respond as if nothing happened as you shove your bottle of pills in the pocket of your robe before unplugging the machine from the wall and tucking it under your arm.

The team can't help but watch as you leave the area with your mug in hand and the coffee machine in the other, each of them as confused as the next. What in the-

"What the bloody hell was that?" Price blurts out.

"Don' know. Anyone know what's the matta' with her?" Gaz watches you go with concern in his brow.

"Ah dinnae ken." Soap shrugs as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Ah think some nugget-lavvy-heid meid her up tae high doh."

"Mate," Gaz rubs his face. "English-"

"Ah said." Soap translates. "Ah think some eejit has riled her up."

The way Ghost nearly snaps his head to glare at the Scot. Why does he have a feeling he was talking about him in particular? There's absolutely no fucking way-Wait. The lollie. The fucking sour apple lollie. Was that some kind of an insult?

"Well that's a load of rubbish." Price comments. "If ye ask me, she's just knackered from mending yer sorry arses up."

The way Soap, Alejandro, König, and Ghost glare at him.

"Yeh but......why'd she take the coffee maker?"

"She's prolly gonna give it a fix." Gaz answers Soap's questions with a shrug.

Soap sits back in his seat with a pause, pondering on what Gaz had just said before turning to him with a confused look. ".................but ah thowght she's a doctor."

"Fuckin' hell Soap."

By the time that you return to your room, slamming the door behind you, you're already cussing yourself out for acting the way you did back there. Now they definitely were going to think that something was wrong with you. And if they did, what would you say? That you had a dream y'all were playing multiplayer adult twister? No. HELL NO. You'd almost prefer them to think you were a spy and take you out-and I don't mean take you out as in dinner, I mean take you out as in a firing squad take you out. All the waterboarding and the fingernail-pulling in the world could not pry that info out of you. If only that dream did not affect you as much, if only.

Hm. You know what, maybe Ghost IS to blame in all of this. You only get wacky dreams when you're stressed. After all, he was the one who got under your skin, not Soap, not Gaz, nor Price, definitely not Konig, and not even Alejandro.

There was only one other person who ever managed to get on your nerves the first time you got to know them, only one person who never failed to make you roll your eyes every time they opened their mouth: your ex. But even then, at least the two of you got along no matter the snarky comments you made towards each other. And as annoying as he was at times, he always found a way to bring a smile onto your face no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Ghost on the other hand, well…….he’s something else alright. This man literally has you wanting to rip your own hair out and hike to the Himalayas to seek some kind of therapy yourself.

"God I'm such an idiot." You growl between clenched teeth, tossing the coffee machine into the trash before limping around your room with your hands on your hips. You definitely needed to get out of the building or else you just might go mad. And with the men there who just witnessed you at your most vulnerable and natural self, the last thing you wanted was to be within their vicinity. Changing out of your sleeping pajamas, you threw on an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweats, grabbing one of your beanies and tucking your hair into it before throwing on a pair of sneakers. You’re already cracked out on pain meds so you might as well run a few errands while you're out, as well as grab a new coffee machine because god knows that's the only thing that keeps you sane these days. You’re so caught up in the process of rushing to get the hell out of there that you fail to notice the masked soldier standing right beside your door a foot away.

“Holy fucking-!” You jump in your skin, hand clutching your chest once you notice Ghost leaning against the wall in the same exact stance like in your dream. Jesus fucking Christ. “Ghost! I uh did not see you there. You nearly had me rushing to the hospital for heart failure haha.” You laugh nervously through your teeth, trying to maintain your polite manners as to not anger the contracted killer. What the hell is he doing here and what does he want? Sending the man a polite smile in hopes that he would just go about his business, you pull your keys out of your pocket, the jingling of the metal making up for the extreme silence that filled the dusty air between the two of you.

“………………………”

Jesus fucking christ. He's just standing there isn't he-

"Uh. Can I help you?” You ask, turning to the man who only stared in your direction, as still as an unused puppet. Only he seems to ALWAYS have something up his ass. At least a puppet talks.

Damn that fuckin politeness of yours, Ghost thought to himself. “......................You're bein’ dodgy." He did not like the way you were acting back there. It was as if you were hiding something. And being the person he was, he found it suspicious.

Oh if he were to see the reason behind it. You're pretty sure it would make his mask blush.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You press your lips together, fixating on your keys in your hands as you try to lock your door.

"Your behavior. You're up to something."

Ah yes. Good ole Ghost. Trusting no one but himself, the little shit-

"Says the one standing right outside my room." You mutter to yourself, cursing under your breath at the way you fumbled your keys and were unable to lock your door due to how he glared at you as if you had put salt instead of sugar in the queen's tea. You bet your bottom you probably looked like a shmuck struggling with something as simple as locking the fucking door. If this dumbo doesn't scram-

"Come again?"

This man was really starting to get on one of your last nerves. “What? Didn't anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk outside a lady’s door? You can get your ass tased for some shit like that.” You snark before letting out a quick breath of air at finally getting your key in the lock. One step closer to getting the hell out.

There it is, the real you. Ghost almost can't help the way a slight amusement builds within him at watching you get riled up like this, the faintest hairline of a smirk begging to pull at the corner of his mouth. But despite his little fragment of entertainment from the show of emotion he had managed to string out from you, he had to remind himself the real reason he was here. “The hell are you up to?”

“Nunya.”

“Nunya?” Ghost narrows his eyes, not sure what you were getting at and at the same time not liking where this was going. He swears if this is one of your little tricks-

“Nunya damn beeswax that’s what.”

“What-“ Ghost straightens himself off the wall, hands lowered to his sides. Okay now you were just annoying.

“How was the sour apple lollipop?” You remark, not being able to hold back the snide comment that slipped from your lips. You prayed he would get the meaning behind your little 'token of gratitude' from last night.

You should not have said that-

Bitch I’d become a track star in the fraction of a second-

“You-“ Ghost takes a step towards you but stops from the way you whip your head towards him.

“I know you did it, you little burglar. What, you think I wouldn’t notice that some fish-and-chips-eating crackpot was ransacking my lollipop stash?”

Da foq did you just call him? Ghost is stupefied as he stands there blinking at you, hands ever so slightly tensing. How the bloody hell did you find out? Did you know about the apples as well? Please don't know about the apples- And as he tries to open his mouth to say something, you don't even give him a chance.

“You know, for someone that is known to be stealthy and whatnot, you sure do leave a mess of your Sephora eyeshadow everywhere.”

Oh now you’ve definitely popped a nerve.

“What? You gonna stab me?” You quirk a brow at watching him tense up. “Please, be my guest. Just make sure it’s quick and that I’m officially dead so my student debt disappears.”

Bitch don’t give him a reason tf-

Jesus you talk a bloody lot when you’re nervous, Ghost looks at you confused as he cocks his head back. Well he sure didn’t expect that answer. Doesn't change the fact that he's pissed though.

“You know, you should be glad I didn’t write your Skeletor ass up for not only neglecting medical treatment but also stealing my damn treats.”

“Ye’ve got some nerve ye little tosser-“ Ghost grabs you by your upper arm and yanks you to him as he glares down at you.

Your poor toe-

“Ow! Someone outta teach you some manners.” You sputter, surprised from his sudden and forceful movement. And yet, you can’t help but find yourself flustered at being manhandled no matter how much you tried to preserve your vexation towards him. Ohhh, were you attracted to this? Wait, am I attracted to this???? Nah-

“Yer a real pain in the arse you know that.” Ghost can’t help but to roll his eyes, knowing damn well he did not handle you that roughly to begin with, despite your reaction.

But you and I know it’s just your toe-

“Yeah no shit. I’ve been told.” You roll your eyes in a dramatic manner. “But if you wanna be real, you’re like a bad hemorrhoid if we’re being honest.”

Did you just-

“Whot the bloody hell did yuh just call me?” Ghost snarls as he yanks you even closer to him, your chest bumping into his. Did you just call him a fucking hemorrhoid?

The jerky movement elicits a small gasp from your lips, pried right out of your lungs before you glare back at him with as much as you can muster; your jaw clenched, brows drawn together, and your eyes shooting straight up into his even more menacing ones. You try not to think about those nonexistent slander of words he uttered to you. Dream or not, that shit hurt. And as you think back to the dream you had, you were swiftly brought back to the circumstance right in front of you, immediately aware of the lack of distance between the two of you and the way your chest was pressed up against his.

A heat starts to form in the pit of your stomach, slowly making its way from your core and unfurling out to every inch of your skin, like being brushed over with a velvety feather under the warmth of the sun. His grip on your arm is almost revering if it weren't for its threatening nature as you stare up at him, and you swear you could feel the subtlest shift in his fingers through the thick fabric of your hoodie from the way his thumb ever so slightly grazes across. Your sharp gaze softens, admiring the way the sun's rays from the nearby window lit up his lashes like wisps of gold, like the feathers of an oriole bird soaring over the deep brown valleys that resemble his eyes.

He smelled like last night’s whiskey, a hint of the cigarette he smoked this morning, and his cologne that smells of sandalwood and pine trees. It’s almost refreshing. And in this moment, you don’t even care that you literally look like a teenage boy with your hair tucked into your beanie, wearing a pair of converse and your vans baggie hoodie and sweats. There was only one thing on your mind, one thing only.

“Let go of me.” The only words you managed to breathe out.

“Or what?"

“…………..I’ll scream.”

*cue Princess Leia's theme*

Kiss him. *insert Emperor Palpatine voice* Do it-

You found yourself burning for this innate desire, this need for him to push you against the wall and have his way with you, to have him lift the bottom of his mask and feel his lips on yours, traveling down to the angle of your jaw and your neck and just about everywhere there was you, all of you. Simon had noticed this sudden shift in your demeanor, the way your biceps loosened under his fingers through the course fabric of his gloves, the way your lashes fluttered against the ridges and deep ravines of your irises as you stared up at him with a far-off look that yet seemed so close. Were you-no, can't be.

The way you looked under him appeared to lure him in, not to mention your scent, that same perfume that seemed to have dug its claws into him since the moment he first met you. His eyes now lowered to your parted lips as he found himself focusing on their shape and the short shallow breaths that drifted through, wondering about how they'd feel, their softness, their taste. And as his head lowered just the smallest inch towards you, he noticed once more the small circular scar on the side of your neck. Only this time, he was finally able to make out what it was, and it reminded him too much of his own past. How that scar came about to form on your skin, he had no clue. But it was none of his concern, he had to tell himself. Clenching his jaw, Ghost drew himself back, once again returning to that cold and forbidding presence that was there before.

Actually it’s a good thing you didn’t try to score a smooch. You’d probably just get WWE body-slammed-

“Can I go now?” You clear your throat. “I’ve got chickens to tend to and errands to run.”

"What errands?"

"Why? You gonna help me pick out some zucchinis?" You cock your head back. "Now if you could release that lego grip of yours I'd appreciate it."

Ghost lets out a hmph, the only thing he can do despite his frustration as he loosens his grip just as you tear your arm away from him.

“Thank you." You give him a condescending smile before reaching into your tote bag to grab something while Ghost watches you intently, hoping it’s not another lollie. Lies. Y'all know he wants one-

“Here are your blood results by the way since you refused to stop by my office to go over them.” You slap the papers onto his chest, which earns you another glare from him. “So don’t come whining to me when you don’t understand a thing it says on there.” You snark one last time before heading off to the front entrance.

"Oh and another thing." You turn back around. "I'd cut down on the smoking and drinking if I were you."

All Ghost could do was watch you walk off with the slightest stomp in your step before breathing out a “Fuckin h-“

“Goddamn son a bitch.” You grit your teeth, stuffing your hands in the pocket of your hoodie once you step out of the building. You swear that man goes out of his way to annoy the everlasting shit out of you. “Fucking shitbag cumguzzler ass-OH MY GOD!”

You stop suddenly at the sound of a small animal, your eyes wide and mouth hung open as you look towards the ground to see a tiny tabby kitten trotting in your direction from the bushes, it's tail fluffed straight up in the air as it was excited to see you.

“Hi there little guy.” You coo at the small ginger ball of fur making its way towards you before bending down and reaching a hand out. "What're you doing here all by yourself huh?"

The kitten stares at your outstretched hand, giving it a sniff before finally rubbing its head against your palm with its eyes shut. You almost had to bite your tongue from the squeal that just ripped out of your throat. I lied. You did squeal.

“Ahhh omg." Your smiled, your heart swelling at seeing the kitten warm up to you as it came up even closer and lifted its tiny paws to rest up on your bent knees. It was as if you had completely forgotten the mayhem that was today, as if it was just you and this tiny kitten and no one else.

"Oh you’re coming home with me.” You carefully pick up the kitten with both your hands before cradling it against your chest, stroking your tired fingers through its soft and yet dusty fur.

“Mew.” The kitten let out another meow, the small rumbling in his chest vibrating against yours as his pupils widened, nearly blackening out his pale yellow irises as he stared up at you.

“You know what." You gasp. "I shall call you Spot." (Kudos if you know where the name is from.)

“Mew”

“You don't have any siblings hiding out in the bushes ready to jump me and steal my credit cards do ya?"

“Mew.”

“Shit.” You mutter out, your smile dropping as a realization comes to you. How the hell were you going to hide the kitten?

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ; They/Them ; little

Simon "Ghost" Riley ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Cursing here and there.

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Plot Summary

Y/N was having a hard time with your friends. You just wanted to be hugged, just for a few seconds. Simon fell victim.

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You and Ghost weren't close, but you got along well enough. You had your moments on missions you got assigned on together here and there. But otherwise, you guys didn't talk much. You had a relationship where you both agreed to tolerate each other, that's as far as it went.

Ghost was talking to a new recruit, giving them advice on hand to hand combat. He didn't even notice you come up to him. He jumped a little in surprise when you hugged him from behind and leaned against him. Though he told you to fuck off, you wouldn't let go even after he tried pushing you off.

" Fuckin' hell let go already, " he groaned, not even noticing that the recruit had left, leaving you and Ghost alone.

You had been ignored by your friends all day. There wasn't really a reason why you picked Ghost of all people to attach yourself to, but it was obvious you wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. Your eyes pooled with tears while you struggled not to regress, hands gripping onto poor Ghost's clothing.

You just wanted to be held, just for a little while. You felt so abandoned by the people you cared about right now.

The poor rookie Ghost had been talking to became extremely awkward. She looked back and forth between you two before taking a free steps back. Her eyes caught the Lieutenants, causing a yelp to escape her. She shrunk down out of anxiety.

" Excuse me sir-" she quickly excused before scrambling off. It left you and Ghost alone in the room.

Ghost grumbled and looked at you up and down before saying, " Kid, I told you to leave, " he was trying to get you off him, but you were still clinging to him. His eyes were beginning to soften a bit, although he didn't want anyone to notice.

You finally let go... sort of. You let go enough that you weren't hugging Ghost to death. However, your fingers still held onto the heme of his shirt. A few tears escaped your eyes, but you kept your head down, staring at the floor. With how hard you glared at the floor, it could've burned holes into it. You were angry, at your friends. So frustrated that they kept doing this, ignoring you, to you. Most of all you felt frustrated with yourself.

Ghost sighs and then looks down at you, his expression is a little surprised, but he still looks annoyed.

" What do you want? I thought I told you to get lost. I'm not a babysitter, " he says, crossing his arms over his chest. Although he was trying to be harsh, his tone was softer than he intended.

You didn't blame Ghost for what he said. You guys barely spoke, unless on field together. You lifted his free hand and tried to wipe away your tears while yiur bottom lip trembled. You didn't even know yourself why you came to Ghost.

Gently, you tugged on Ghost's shirt, as if he'd be able to understand somehow.

He seemed confused for a moment at what you wanted, but then he realized what you were gesturing towards. He sighs, seemingly giving in, and he bends down to pick you up. As he came back up, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but they're out of sight for now. As you were picked up, you arms gently wrapped around Ghost's neck, resting lazily on his shoulders. You completely slumped against him, clearly feeling better by the action. Though you let out small hiccups as you quietly cried. You were trying to stop but instead miserably failing.

" There, " he mutters, " Now you're satisfied I suppose. Now what? Get it over with then. "

Ghost seems annoyed still, but doesn't have the heart to put you back down just yet. Even if you were to be spotted like this, it would be fine. They wouldn't understand why he would let this happen, but it was clear you needed something, and he wasn't going to deny you that. Ghost sighs and he continues to stand here with you in his arms, feeling you relax against his body. He begins stroking your hair as he waits for you to finally calm down.

You only were like this, crying, for a few minutes after Ghost began to stroke his hair. It was maybe twenty minutes in total before you calmed down. You moved one of your arms to his chest, quietly sucking on his thumb as you kept completely slumped against him, practically curling into the larger man's chest.

" What's with the thumb sucking? " he asked, his tone was confused but gentle.

The instructor's weren't close enough to hear, so you didn't need to worry about that. Ghost was gently rocking you back and forth in his arms. His gaze was focused on your thumb, he was a bit confused. He's never seen someone who's not a toddler do that.

You didn't really reply. You we're so tired and the crying had made your regress. No that you could control it. You wished you could, but your regression is involuntary. You shifted a little in Ghost's arms to be closer to him, though it was literally impossible. You found himself cuddling into you, hiding even.

Your eyes flickered closed off and on sleepily as he rocked you. It only made you relax more. Even if you're an adult, you're acting like you're a young child. If Ghost was honest, seeing that was... oddly calming for a reason he hasn't ever been able to put a finger on. His eyes keep going back to your thumb, and he has a look on his face that's hard to explain. It's somewhere between curiosity and confusion.

You felt so little, falling deeper into little space. You cuddled into Ghost's chest as a small yawn escaped you. You felt so safe in his arms.

Ghost's voice was soft when he spoke in reply to your yawn, " Tired? "

You gave a small nod, you did feel tired. To you, your body felt heavy from how tired you felt. You nuzzled into his chest, fingers of your free hand gently holding his shirt. You refused to let go, as if he'd disappear. You could feel his body shift just a little, just so he could hold you comfortably. He kept rocking you back and forth, the movement seemed to keep you calm. Ghost was still confused a bit, by your thumb sucking and now the yawning. He wasn't expecting the behavior of a little child from someone who wasn't a child. He wondered what this was about.

Ghost doesn't know what to do in this situation.

You're acting like a child, and you're clinging onto him.

The only thing that makes Ghost think you're an adult still, is your height and your size. Everything else is screaming to his brain that you're probably a toddler now. His gaze goes to your thumb, you're still sucking on it. It's as if you're a toddler clinging to their security blanket. He swallowed thickly.

" Kid? Are you alright?... "

You shifted a little bit, clearly having fallen asleep for a few seconds before hearing Ghost speak. You let out a tired yawn, moving your free hand to rub his eyes childishly. Your mannerisms were so different compared to before. You gave a small nod though, reassuring Ghost that you are, indeed, okay. This seemed to sooth the older man.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. He still didn't understand what was going on. You still have your thumb in your mouth, you acted exactly how a toddler would. Ghost looks at you for a moment, and for a few seconds, this situation felt normal. There was a little child in his arms, and he felt like a father watching his child go to sleep. But then he snapped out of that, remembering that adults don't act like children.

By the time Ghost shook off that mentality, you had fallen asleep. Your thumb lightly hung from your lips while you let out soft, calm, breaths.

Ghost still felt confused by this, but you seemed perfectly fine. You were just acting like a child, there was nothing that seemed wrong.

He let out a faint sigh, and decided to take you back to your bunk. He took each step carefully, trying not to make any loud noises. He eventually made it to your bunk, and he put you on the bed, leaving your thumb in your mouth. He then sat on the edge of the lower bunk, carefully watching you, just in case anything was wrong.

Once set into the bed, you curled up on instinct. You shifted for a few minutes before settling down and falling right back to sleep. Your thumb kept in your mouth while you slept peacefully all curled up in a small ball.

Ghost was still conflicted, confused even. You didn't look sick or anything, and you weren't in any physical pain. Yet, you acted as if you were a tiny child. Your mannerisms and behavior were nothing like that of a grown adult. But then, even after he had thought that, he saw you curl up and go back to sleep, just like a little child.

" What the hell, " he muttered softly, leaning his head back against the wall behind him.

As his eyes flickered over to you, he spotted you softly chewing on your thumb. It made him smile a little. Ghost's eyes soften after as he watched you. His expression seemed a little concerned, but he didn't understand why he felt that way.

He sighed and stood, moving over to the closet in the bunk to bring out a blanket. After a moment, he covered you up with the small blanket, tucking you in so you don't get cold. Ghost then stood there watching you for a few seconds. He watched as you nuzzle into the new warmth of the blanket. He stood there unmoving until he realized he should really let you rest.

Ghost took one last look at you before he left. He made sure you were comfortable before he left the room. That's when a thought ran through his mind, and his eyes widened a bit.

Did you just regress in front of him?

He had no idea why a fully grown adult would regress, but he had a gut feeling that's what had just happened.

***

The next morning, you were up and doing your usual routine on base. You looked just fine and no longer was regressed, at least for now. You had gotten some amazing sleep, the best sleep you've gotten in a long time.

Currently, you were helping some rookie with cleaning their gun, giving tips and generally teaching them.

Ghost kept an eye on you, but he didn't want to interfere. He was honestly still confused by why you had regressed like that, but he figured it probably wasn't the best idea to ask just yet. He was also still a little surprised to see you acting your age and no longer in that childish state from last night, not that he knew that much about age regression.

After about an hour, the rookie thanked you and left, leaving you by yourself. You still felt odd considering the new recruits as rookies, given just tow years ago you were one too. You gathered a few things, making sure everything got placed back where it needed to go while trying to clear your mind for you next task of the day.

Ghost had been watching the rookie leave, but he looked at you when you were about to place everything in its correct spots. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looming over you unintentionally from afar. He didn't know how to approach you right now. He was awful at this, emotions and bonding with people. It was so much easier when the other person was an extrovert.

" You going to keep staring at me like I grew two heads or-? " you joked as you slipped some things into place again. You glanced over to him as a playful smile crossed your lips.

Thank god you said something.

" No, " he bluntly replied. His cool demeanor back at full force. Not that he was all that warm the other day. Ghost pushed himself off his heels and walked towards you, standing beside you but keeping an arms length away.

" Last night..." he muttered, his tone was gentle, "...Were you regressed?...."

You took a moment to process what Ghost had said, however when you did he looked away with shame. Your head lowered, slightly hiding behind your messy hair.

" Yeah, " you admitted awkwardly, anxiously even.

He was a bit surprised by your quick answer, but he is very gentle about this information.

" Why?..." he asked, not in a condescending or questioning tone of voice, just out of curiosity. His tone is still gentle and calm, he even sounds slightly concerned.

" If I knew that I wouldn't regress at all, " you chuckled with a playful smile, though a weak one. You were trying to make the conversation less awkward. Your gaze practically burned into the floor.

" I'm sorry, " you whispered.

Ghost let's out a small sigh, " Don't be, I'm just curious. And you don't need to apologize. It was just... really strange to see. "

He doesn't mention the word 'cute' but when he was saying strange, he meant it in a good way. He couldn't deny how cute you looked while you were regressed last night. However he felt that it would only add to the tension in the air right now.

" It's not that, I'm sorry I did it, " you clarified with a small shake of your head.

You fidgeted with your hands, picking at your gloves with nothing but pure guilt showing on your expression.

" How long does this last? When you regress, I mean, " he added after a few moments.

You lifted your head a bit at the question. It surprised you with how much interest Ghost was showing in your regression. With a deep breath, you looked away and gently swung your hands back and forth at your sides a few times. Then they settled down. You shifted your weight to be more on your heels.

" I mean, it depends. The shortest I've gone is an hour. The longest I've regressed was... a year, " he hesitantly spoke.

Ghost's head raises a bit in surprise, " A year? " He cleared his throat before gathering his thoughts again. " Wait...a year? As in 365 days...that long?..." He is speechless by that, he wasn't expecting to hear that the longest regression you've had was a full year.

You stared at the floor, giving a nod to confirm Ghost had heard you correctly. You gently leaned back against the table behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. You didn't remember much about that year, but every time someone reacted like this it always made you feel so guilty about it. You couldn't even control it, but people managed to make you feel this way.

Ghost was speechless for a few moments. He just stared at you in disbelief, and you could tell he wasn't expecting that at all.

" Are you...you're not joking right?... You're serious?... " his voice was quiet, still processing the information you gave him. You were regressed for a full year? How is that even possible?

" I wouldn't joke about something like this, " you mumbled as you gently rubbed one of your arms in an attempt of self comfort. You didn't know what to think of Ghost asking you so many questions about your regression.

Ghost's mind had gone completely blank. A full year, what could make someone regress for a year? He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to be rude or hurtful if this was something sensitive.

" A year...did something happen? "

You only gave a small shrug. You didn't reply for a long while, maybe about thirty minutes in the least before you sighed in defeat.

" I was having a hard time in high school. I don't really remember that year, but I remember the beginning of it. I don't know what triggered it, but it just felt better to be that way. "

Ghost's eyes widened a bit when you finally told him *why* you regressed for that long.

" You don't remember a whole year because you regressed? " he asked, a genuine and gentle look on his face. He seemed a bit confused, but he understood the reason behind it. High school definitely wasn't the easiest period of time for anyone. " Did you need anything to end it? Or did it just end on its own? "

You gave a small shrug at the first question. You weren't really sure how to reply, so that's what you settled for. The next you could answer, at least.

" I don't know, I guess it ended on its own. Eventually I just started regressing less and less. "

" Did you have anyone to help you while you were regressed for that year? Or a way to make sure you were safe? " he was now a little worried about what you went through, he still couldn't believe that a person could regress that long. " Were you ever in danger? "

" Yeah I did have someone, " you reassured quickly.

" Did they know how to help and take care of you? "

The question surprised you a little. It was the past, so you weren't sure why he was focusing on it so much. Obviously you ended out just fine, you were still here living. Ghost seemed really focused on what you just said, he was just making sure you were alright when you regressed that much.

" If you don't mind me asking, who was the person that helped you during that time? "

" Yes they did, " you sighed, looking visibly uncomfortable by the topic. " And I rather not talk in depth about this, please. "

Ghost nods, letting you know he understands that. He doesn't want to pry any further.... but he does have one last question, " I know you don't want to talk about it in depth, but can you at least tell me how the person who helped you during that time was related to you? Family, close friend, significant other, etc? "

" Ghost, " you warned in a low tone.

He sighed, he didn't want to push you to talk about something so sensitive. He knew he should've held his tongue, " Right, sorry. I understand. "

As he finally dropped it, you felt the tension drop from your shoulders.

" I apologize, I shouldn't have asked that, " he gave a more clear apology.

You can tell his tone is sincere, he really was just apologizing for pushing the question that far when it was obviously causing some emotional pain for you. Either way, you weren't really upset with him. You just wanted him to stop pushing.

" Alright, I won't ask about it again. Can I ask an unrelated question though? " Ghost offered. The offer made you raise an eyebrow.

" Yes you can, just be respectful. "

" Do you like me? " he randomly asked.

He isn't asking that question in a romantic or inappropriate manner. He has noticed more and more how your mannerisms and personality seemed to change depending on who you're interacting with. He was honestly just curious as to your true thoughts of him.

You blinked in surprise by the question. You weren't really sure how to answer. You guy's weren't close, hardly could call each other friends. Honestly, this is the first time they've ever really talked one on one that didn't involve a mission.

" Well I don't hate you, " you chuckled.

Ghost gave a small chuckle, " Well yeah, I kind of figured. But I meant in a more personal sense. Like, you know, do you see me as a friend, or you feel neutral about me? "

He wanted to get a grasp on where you stood concerning your relationship with him. He may not be your closest friend, but he wasn't your enemy either.

You hummed in thought, looking away from him as you placed an item back where it went. " I guess neutral then. "

Ghost nods, he's fine with the answer he received. He didn't need you to outright say you were his friend. This would leave him content. Besides, it made sense. He wasn't entirely sure why he was concerning himself with this, with your opinion of him. After seeing you regressed yesterday, he guessed he felt the need to feed that curiosity of your relationship.

" Can I be honest with you about something? " he asked, his tone was genuine.

" Only if you want, " you replied with a soft shrug, not really caring what Ghost did and didn't share with him. Regardless, he'd cherish it.

While waiting for his reply, you finally finish up putting everything back where it went. With the task now done, you stood facing the older man with your arms crossed over your chest. You remained patient for him. However, much to your surprise, he spoke fairly quickly.

" I think you're cute. "

Ghost hadn't meant it in a romantic sense, but the sincerity in his tone is sincere. Your regressed behavior was the most adorable thing he saw in a long time, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it.

" I mean, uh, I didn't mean it like in a romantic sense, " he awkwardly clarified.

You were surprised by the complement. You blinked a few times before your expression softened at Ghost's awkward clarification. It was funny to him, though appreciated. Out of little space you weren't interested in romantics, besides books and movies. You're aromantic, to put it simply.

" Thank you, that's sweet, " you chuckled out with a rare smile.

" You really were cute though, I had no idea you acted like that. It was..." Ghost's words trail off, but his gentle smile on his face remains. You were really adorable when you regressed. Something about that was...comforting for him, it was soothing in a way.

You gave a small nod, gently fidgeting with your hands in front of yourself. You chewed the inside of your cheek as a for seconds silence fell between them. It was comfortable.

" If... if you're comfortable with it, you can see me like that again. Regressed, I mean. "

Ghost's eyes widen a bit. He had never expected you to offer such a thing. Frankly, he didn't think he would ever see you regressed like that again. Surprise over took his excitement, at least for now.

" You...would let me see that again? Are...are you sure? Are you comfortable with me seeing you like that? " He sounded a bit nervous, but also excited to see you in that state. It had caught his attention and he loved the way you acted in that regressed state.

You inhaled slowly and deeply to rid yourself of your nerves. " I am, but it's 100% your decision. I understand if you don't want to. "

Ghost's mind was going through a lot of different thoughts about this. Does it change anything to our relationship? Is it weird to be comfortable with seeing someone regress? But at the same time...

" I...I guess I'm comfortable seeing you regress again...if you're really sure about this...that it's okay for me to see you like that again..." His voice is quiet, he's still unsure if it's the right decision to agree to this. What if it turns out wrong?

" I have things to take care of still, but I'm free tomorrow if you are, " you offered.

Ghost nodded, " Sure, I think tomorrow sounds good...I can stop by after you finish your regular tasks for the day. Would that be alright with you? "

He's still a bit nervous but he's getting more comfortable with this choice. He had really enjoyed seeing you regressed, and if you were comfortable with agreeing to this, he felt the same way. It would be a nice way to unwind.

" Mm, my room probably wouldn't work. My bunk mates are always around, " you sighed and shook your head. " Lazy ass's, " you grumbled.

* Hm...maybe you could come stay with me in my room? I don't have any issues there. It would be a bit more private anyway, " Ghost offered the solution with ease.

It made you nervous. You never expected to see Ghost's room. Frankly, you never thought you'd share a conversation with him. This felt awkward, yet you were glad to form a bond with him. Maybe it would be useful in the future.

" If you're sure then okay, " you replied with a small nod.

Ghost was sure about this decision. He felt comfortable with seeing you regress, and felt comfortable with you being able to relax around him and be your true self. It'll be wonderful for him to watch you go through that again, and to be able to be a part of it all once more.

" Alright, it's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow then, right? "

Before you could reply, the same rookie from before popped in an asked for your help. You flashed Ghost a sheepish smile before giving a quick wave of goodbye and following the person out of the room. The plans were made, you were just a bit busy still.

Ghost looked a bit disappointed that you were called away suddenly, but he understood. And besides, you were going to see each other tomorrow anyway. He just nods, knowing that at this point, you'll be seeing each other in roughly a day, so he decides it would just be best to wait it out and not take up more of your time.

" See you tomorrow then, " he said, giving you a wave of goodbye.

He then stepped out of your room as well, leaving you to take care of your duties and tasks for the day.

Alarms blared through your system. Your body shot awake, releasing you from the nightmare it had previously trapped you inside of. While your body shook, you struggled to get your hands on your alarm clock. Even after you managed that, it took several tries to get it off.

Six A.M.

That's what the time showed. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over onto your side. Your roommates were already lecturing you about your alarm, complaining that you are always slow to even reply to it, let alone turn it off. You couldn't really help it. Most of the time, the noise was the only thing that ever let you escape the torture your mind pushed your through.

You pulled your blanket over your head after hearing the door shut. Silence, finally. Your body slowly began to calm before you were reminded of your plans. Apart of you wanted to cancel. You were severely needing rest, in many ways. However you knew regressing would also help you rest well.

After twenty minutes you finally peeled yourself from the nest you had made in such a short amount of time. You weren't shaking as terribly, but it was still there. As you got up, you quickly got yourself ready. You threw on comfortable clothing, clothing that you could leave the room in without turning heads... which was just a sweater and sweatpants. The sweater was a lighter grey then your sweatpants, not your choice, but they're warm as fuck.

It's cold today.

You noticed the cool breeze creeping through the window in your room. The damn thing never shut all the way, leaving the room freezing cold at night. Especially in the winter.

Now dressed you decide that maybe you should bring a few things, just in case. You grab this work backpack from under your bed, an ugly green shade, then open it. You begin to decide what you'll bring.

Your favorite stuffie, a friend for your favorite stuffie, a small case of Pacifiers (it held two) that were clean, a sippy cup, then a change of clothes.

You never really know, frankly. Things happened and it was never a bad thing that those things happened. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make sure that's everything you could think of needing. Maybe you should bring some things to do?

With a quick glance, you notice it's already almost seven. A curse escapes you, one you quickly wince at. This nightmare had been bad enough that you were starting to slip... plus packing these things was making you a little excited, as nervous as you were. Did Ghost even have experience with littles?

Crap, right, don't need to be there late.

Though neither of you set a time for you to be there, it tended to be an unspoken rule that you always arrived to plans fairly early. Besides you didn't want to stay in your room. Otherwise you'll 100% go back to sleep. Zipping up your back, you tossed your shoes on. You slung a strap of it over your shoulder before quickly leaving. At least this time you remembered to check for your keys too...

It was very little time before you reached Ghost's room. It was pretty far from yours. You're only a private, in all fairness. Plus he didn't have to share his room like you did. He had his own space...

Man you're anxious.

Taking some deep breaths, your shaking hands knocked on the door. The opposite held onto the strap on your shoulder to keep the bag from falling off. You, once again, began to chew on your bottom lip whole waiting for the older man to answer.

Apart of you worried that he wasn't awake. However, as the door slipped open, that worry poofed into none existence. Out of habit you did your best to hide your shaking hands. Though you knew you really shouldn't do such a thing when a caregiver was right there in front of you, available and willing to bring comfort.

" Hey, nice to see you. Ready for the day? "

Ghost takes a step to the side, letting you into his room. His room is nicely decorated, very clean, although it's nothing too special. The decor can be best described as simple, yet cozy. It looked like no one lived there, yet had so much personality. His desk scattered with paper work and books, on top rested some disguarded gloves. His bed had an interesting collection of blankets and pillows. They looked soft, comfortable.

You kept chewing on your bottom lip as you were greeted by Ghost. One hand calmly rested by your side while the other fidgeted with your bag.

" I guess, " you nervously replied, though your hands were shaking softly while the remnants of the nightmare you had woken up from remained.

Once you had felt you had taken in enough of his room, you slowly walked into it. You were careful not to bump into him when doing so. It wasn't a large space, but it had enough room for the both of you. As the door clicked shut, your anxiety worsened. You felt the familiar fear of allowing someone to care for you. What if he wasn't a good caregiver? What if he'd do something bad? All these questions and more began to file through your mind.

" Come here, " Ghost suddenly said. He gently, stepping a bit closer to you and taking your hand to lead you up onto his bed. It didn't have to be anything more than just to sit beside him.

You blinked in surprise. His touch ripped you out of the dark crevice of your mind. He held your forearm so gently, so much more than he has ever before. You stumbled while he pulled you, having a hard time with mobility simply because you hadn't expected his actions. You didn't really feel little still, but you could definitely feel it creeping up on your mind.

Ghost noticed that you were stumbling, so he sat on the edge of his bed. Once settling onto the bed, you struggled to suppress a yawn while setting the bad down on the floor by your feet that hung off of it. You were right, his bed is comfy.

" Is it okay if I ask you something? "

" Ummm... okay, I guess, " you replied with anxiety lacing thick in your tone.

He pulled you into his lap, and just sat you there. He tried to comfort you as he stroked your back. You chewed the inside of your cheek, but didn't argue to being tugged into Ghost's lap. You slowly relaxed into the older, just leaning against him.

" You okay? You seem a bit nervous, and a bit little. Did you have a hard time sleeping last night? " his tone is gentle as he tries to get you to relax a bit more in his embrace.

" Mm, had a bad dream, " you mumbled out in defeat.

Ghost's eyes widened a bit, "Oh no, what was it about?" he asks curiously, keeping his tone soft in an effort to being you comfort. If he didn't know better, he'd think you were only just a few years old. " Do you want to share it with me? "

You sank into him a little more, picking at your hands while thinking about it. Now that you thought about it, you didn't really remember. However you still couldn't shake the sense of dread and fear.

" 'm don remember, " you mumbled, your regression beginning to show through your speech.

(I don't remember)

Ghost notices your speech change a bit, and you acting very little, so he immediately understood that you were regressed. He stroked your hair with one hand and just held you close with the other. Your little mannerisms made him smile, it was so cute to see.

" Well, if you don't remember the dream, then how about we play a game? " he offered.

You seemed hesitant at first about the idea of playing right now, but after thinking about it you realized it would probably help you feel better. You nodded softly and looked up to Ghost as you stopped picking at your hands.

" mm, wa game? " he asked, wondering what game he had in mind.

(Mm, what game?)

Ghost smiled, "Well, how about we play pretend? You remember how to pretend, right?"

He has a little mischievous grin in his voice when he said that. He wanted to see how little you could regress to. He really is curious about you and your little self. You hummed a little before nodding so quickly it made you a little dizzy. You wiggled a little in your spot, feeling a bit lighter at the idea of getting to play with Ghost.

Ghost chuckles in response the the sudden shift in your mood, " Alright. What should we pretend to be? Or... do you want me to choose? "

" 'm wan.. " you paused, seemingly struggling with what to call him for a moment. " 'm wan yous to picks, " you pouted and rested your head against his chest.

(I want... I want you to pick)

" Alright, little one, " he gently replied. " I'll be the Daddy, and you're going to play the little one. Do you think you can do that for me? "

You were surprised by this, honestly. You sort of realized Ghost wasn't wanting to play, but rather doing things to help you be little.

" You... Daddy? " you asked quietly, looking nervous about it.

" Yeah, I'm going to be your daddy for now. How's that sound? "

He continues to stroke your hair, he knows you're nervous about this situation, but you're beginning to settle into your regressed state. He's trying to keep you in it.

" Do you like being my little one? "

You chewed on your thumb for a little while before nodding. It made you happy that Ghost wanted to be your caregiver so much. You rubbed your cheek against him as you let yourself relax finally. You felt so little as a result.

Ghost chuckles, " You seem pleased with this, little one. You're being a good baby for me. I'm very proud of how well you're being for me right now. "

He then starts to pat you on the head and he just gently plays with you like you're his little child. He really enjoys the feeling of holding you close. You were trying to suck on your thumb, feeling the familiar need to do so.

" Can Daddy have a hug? "

You blinked a few times before tugging yourself up and hugging him. You leaned against him happily as you did so. Ghost holds you tightly and he keeps patting your head, you're being so good for him, he loves the feeling.

" You like being in Daddy's arms, don't you? " he asks in a quiet whisper. You're being so good, and he wants to let you know how proud he is. You've been a good little one.

" mm, likes it cause 'm comfy, " you huffed quietly. You we're really clingy when you were little.

(Mm, I like it 'cause it's / I'm comfy)

Ghost can't help the huge smile that grows on his face when you tell him you're comfy in his arms, it just makes him want to make you happy even more.

" Good boy, " Ghost praises you, " You like being daddy's clingy baby, don't you? " His tone becomes slightly lower, and he keeps petting your head.

You squirmed away a little. You tried to reach for your bag you had brought with you that fell onto the floor. You let out a small whine, having a hard time getting it without getting off of Ghost's lap. He listens to your little whines as you try to reach your bag, and when you get frustrated he chuckles a bit.

" You want that bag? Maybe Daddy can help you get it, if you ask nicely. "

You stopped trying to grab the bag, chewing on you bottom lip for a few moments.

" Pease Daddy, " you asked shyly.

(Please)

Ghost smiles as he notices you making little noises, " Very good asking nicely. Come on then, Daddy will help his baby. "

He then stands up from the bed, still holding you in his arms and he picks up your bag for you. You squealed as Ghost picked you up while getting off the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as you giggled, holding onto him.

" Here, I got it. It's all for you, my little baby. "

While he held the bag, you opened it and tugged out on of your pacifers. You wiggled happily before putting it into your mouth, chewing on it. Seeing you look so happy, and being as adorable as you are, makes Ghost's heart melt. He's loving every minute of this.

You rubbed at your eyes. Now that you were feeling better, you felt really tired. You didn't get that good of sleep from the nightmare. After a few rubs you wrapped your arms around Ghost again, clinging to him sleepily.

"Aww, there's my boy. You're getting sleepy again, aren't you... you must be very tired, " he chuckled. " Should Daddy put his little one to bed for a nap? " he asked, but more to himself than to you.

You whined softly at the idea of going to sleep. While you were really, really, tired. You didn't want to waist the day away getting the rest you needed. You wanted to keep playing with Ghost. Ghost understands you very much want to stay up, but he can tell you also need a little more sleep.

"I know you know you're very tired. If we play too long, you're going to get very cranky. So how about sleep now, and when you wake up, Daddy will play with you all night. How does that sound? " he offered.

It sounds like a very fair deal for both of you. The offer did sound really appealing. You rubbed at your eyes again, pouting quietly but nodding. You already felt cranky, a feeling you heavily disliked. He couldn't help but chuckle as you pouted.

" Aww, don't give me such a pouty face, Little one. You know that won't work on me. You already agreed to sleep, so don't try to get out of sleeping now, it won't work. "

You huffed, but nodded. You did already agree. You slumped against Ghost, only to tug your paci from your mouth so you could speak.

" 'm wan a story, Pease Daddy, " you asked, feeling a bit shy to ask for a story. After toh had done so, you stuffed the pacifier back into your mouth to chew on. It helped calm you down again.

(I want a story, please daddy)

Ghost sighed heavily in defeat. He couldn't say no to you being polite when asking. He gently placed you onto his bed, soon joining you before he pulled the covers up. He set your bag by the bed. Once every thing was settled, he wrapped his arms around you all over again. He watched as you slumped right back against him, quickly curling up and clinging to him without him even having to ask.

" You know just how to get me to do what you want, don't you? Alright, little one. If you ask so sweetly, I guess I can tell you a story. "

You lit up as he agreed to tell you a story. You couldn't help but giggle and wiggle happily from excitement. You couldn't wait to hear the story he had for you. As he held you in his arms, he began to tell you a cute, happy, story. You did your best to listen to every second of it, but you were struggling to stay awake at this point. You were so cozy and warm, it was hard to not just given in and get some rest.

You gently nuzzled into his chest, tugging yourself impossibly closer to him. He didn't stop his story, even after your eyes flickered closed. Ghost didn't say a word about you falling asleep, rather he rubbed your back gently to help encourage you to let yourself sleep. He would protect you from all the bad dreams, and hoped you would know that. By the time the story came to an end, you had fallen asleep within the safety of his grasp.

#agere blog #agere community #age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mwii #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader

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onskepa · 10 months

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Hey there, you've been writing good stuff so I thought I'd leave an ask.

Maybe a headcannon on Na'vi having favorite humans? Like Ikran riders have favorite pilots or healers like discussing healing with doctors/scientists? Like yeah humans are weird but my favorite human is clearly great and it's ironically the same among humans?

Hello there! Thank you for requesting and enjoying what I write. This is actually a nice idea, hopefully this is good for everyone to enjoy!

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All as one

The loyal humans that stayed after the war had much to learn and adapt to their new home. Without the continuing outside resources, the humans had to be VERY creative in means to survive.

One of the things they were very grateful to have left behind was the many machines and other stuff. Metals were recycled and machines broken down to be reused for other purposes.

Since the human base wasn't that far to where the village was at, it was all too common now for the humans to assist the na'vi in reconstructing their home.

The relationship between na'vi and humans at first was wary and very tense. Not all na'vi trusted the remaining humans, still traumatized of the attacks, the killings, the lose of their people.

With the help of jake, things were slowly becoming normal. As normal as it can get.

As many people were injured, healers were much needed. And even then, there weren't enough to heal everyone. That is where the medical scientists came in. Basically doctors.

Of course not many were very welcoming to the humans, thinking of the worse especially with technology the na'vi cant understand.

Took some convincing but the doctors were able to heal more of the na'vi and at a faster paste. Better than the na'vi healers.

Surprisingly, it didnt create jealousy but rather the healers were impressed. And piqued their interest.

The healers and the doctors were the first to step aside their obvious differences and get to know each other. Learn from one another.

The healers taught the doctors their ways of healing, what plants to use, which herb is used for what, the materials, what healing method to use for a certain injury. The paste, the tools, all of that. And the doctors ate up all the information and began to use the na'vi style of healing.

But also, the doctors showed the healers some technology use of medical practices should in case the injured person is too far from the healing tent or the person doesn't have enough medical herbs to heal.

The information exchanged moved from skills to general life questions.

And they weren't the only ones to get along.

Warriors and soldiers. Now they were an interesting pair.

Both trained to fight in the front lines. Both went through horrendous trainings to get to where they wanted, up most loyalty to their people. Knows the ins and outs in a battle field. Willing to die for others.

When those two groups got to know one another, they learn both humans and na'vi aren't so different in those perspectives.

And much like the healers with the doctors. Both the soldiers and warriors would exchange information of how to use different weapons.

The humans showing possible weak spots on their armor and machines, where to hit and what weapons the na'vi use.

And all in between, the normal human workers and the local na'vi also come together as means to balance out one another. Share personal stories, interests, hobbies and a keen friendship

The union was definitely one of the centuries to remember. The communal dinners became bigger and more lively. The soldiers did their part of the hunt thus bringing in more meat and more spices, herbs, fruit, all of that.

There is never a night that isn't boring with the humans. Now seen as their brothers and sisters at arms. Seen as family.

The humans are part of the clan and part of the ever thriving tribe. Part as one, and as one with the people.

And that is it with this one! Hope you all like it! Until next time! see ya!

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l0cal-catb0y · 7 months

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Hero!Ghoap x God!Reader brainrot

this is mainly about ghoap cuz i didnt focus on them in the first post and they deserve love too!! and i wanna add backstory :33 based off this post i made and i think i want them to be childhood friends!! (its one of my favorite tropes im sorry </3)

once again this is just word vomit !! not my best but it must be shared :DD but also!! let me know if you have any ideas for what reader should be the god of cuz i really have no ideas and i wanna add more details to them!!

definingly have the vibe they would've meet by running into each other playing in a field when they were very young and just ended up sticking together. simon found comfort in johnny's presence and just sort of started following him everywhere he went with johnny just completely okay with dragging this boy around cuz!! he gets to have fun with his friend!! :DD sadly though they have to have reason to become fighters for plot reasons </33 their village gets destroyed, burnt and looted with few survivors left. theyre both distraught and angry with johnny openly wanting to track down the people behind the attack and fuck them up (simon too but hes silent about it) maybe johnny starts getting ready to start that hunt without telling anyone but simon can just read him perfectly and just pulls him aside to tell him that he's coming too.

I feel like along their hunt they would stop and take care of anyone that were causing issues, probably with just small trouble makers but as they become stronger and more experienced they deal with whole gangs of people (they end up getting the names ghost and soap along the way somehow) they become more renowned for their strength and victories that even cities far off know them!! im thinking the group that destroyed their village became an army and overconfident to the point of disrespecting the gods (probably not all but definitely some big ones) so when ghost and soap become bigger names they are given the upperhand with the backing of the gods who wish to put the group back into place. they basically get to the level of demigods !!

romance wise though,,, giggles,,, somewhere along their journey after a hard fight they would confess while patching each other up, the concern for each other far outweighing the fear of rejection <33 the gentle touch of making sure theyre still there and the whispers of love would be so soft after they know its a mutual love omg. their routines change a little afterwards too!! like simon giving johnny little trinkets to have in his pockets (probably something handmade when he cant sleep) and johnny braiding part of simon's hair before a fight (maybe he braids a piece of simon's hair into his own braid and his hair into simon's?)

I don't think they would actively worship one particular god? they would give offerings every so often as thanks for the blessing or in hope of getting some luck with something (finding info or just having good weather) but they are mainly on their own for the most part. yes they are favored more than others but it doesnt mean the gods really care about them yknow? they both know theyre just a means to an end for some of them :((

so when you start looking out for them theyre both just :OO you actually care about them outside of what they can do!! you help them with small things!! your watching eyes comfort simon when he cant sleep!! you guide johnny to peaceful areas for him to relax and draw at!! you send your associated animal to keep watch if they ever both crash after a fight!! they start to add stuff to their routines that relate to you in some way :33 making crafts of your symbols and having one with them for "good luck" or making a small spot for you at every camp they make or talking to you (aka the open air of your spot) about their plans and what they wanna do next!!

idk man brainrot and lack of sleep are getting to me!! im going to rotate these two in this au in my head for the next month ^-^

#clawing at the walls of my enclosure #me when men #catboy talks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghoap x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #unedited #not beta read #ghost x reader x soap #ghoap #soapghost

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Please, ma’am, may I request the most dirtiest smut you could ever write for könig x fem!reader/gn!reader?

It started with them being close friends (there’s sexual tension), then, at some point during a mission, könig couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to make a move on the reader (Reader reciprocate).

The rest is all up to you.

I’m not sure if you write for FemReader or GnReader. Please feel free to ignore this if you feel it’s too much. Tysm !!

you made me feel shexy with that ma'am....eydkjw but yes I'll try my best at this.

BABYDOLL - König nsfw

for context: you are aprox 26, a medic above all but also a specialists in warfare and interrogation. (you're so cool bestie!)

when we get to the spicy part: imagine the sounds of moonxx type of whimpers and what not. (BABYDOLL- Ari Abdul)

warning: smut, 18+ only. NSFW, MINORS DNI

F!Reader!

A friendship with König was never easy. It had taken 6 years for you two to be in such position.

It all started when Price had you reassigned to Kortac, he knew they needed a medic more than his team did. So you packed your stuff and off you went. It was difficult to make friends, you were far more shy than anyone had expected you to be. Always at the infirmary or your room. When everyone else ate together at chow hall, you found yourself back in your office, alone and with dozens of paperwork. Only time you talked was when at the field and with patients. König had been wanting to speak to you, but he always thought you were out of his league. His teammates always knew he had a thing for you, it was just a matter of time.

The way your uniform complimented your silhouette had driven this man crazy. 3 months with the team and he finally spoke to you. "You are lucky that knife didn't penetrate your skin any deeper." you were mentioning as your hands closed his wound. You were so close to him, it made him nervous.

"Sorry...I'm not much of a talker." you said as silence filled the room. "Me neither." he mentioned. "At least we have a thing in common huh" you smiled, eyes never looking up at him. "Konig, is it okay if I ask, how did you get this?" you finally looked up. Doe, innocent tired eyes of yours. Gosh you were going to be the death of this man. He chuckled. "what?" you innocently asked, "its König"

and for 15 minutes he taught you how to say his name, his excuse was easy, his reason wasn't so innocent. When he had left the infirmary, he kept thinking of how your lips moved when you would say his name. He soon felt his pants getting tighter, god was he in for a good one.

He did what he knew best, he headed to his room and jerked off, the only image that helped him was you, how your tits would bounce as you rode him. Your sweet lips moaning his name, his hand became a mess, but he continued, he whined, whimpered and moaned your name. "Can't take any more mommy,,,,please r/n...." his whimpers filling the empty room. He cummed twice. It would've been more, but someone knocked on his door.

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And for 5 years his routine was the same. Talk to you, hear you say his name, and eventually touch himself. Even when you all had a holiday and went separate ways, this man would always touch himself because of you.

He had grown protective of you, always near you, he would get hurt just so you could touch him. Your soft and warm hands on him. Looking up at smiling, your height difference was very noticeable. He a 2.08m (6'10'') soldier and a 1.67m(5'6'') medic. He never knew he had kinks, until you. He wanted to try everything in the book with you.

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You and him became close friends after that first encounter. Everyone always joked around and called you his girl. "König, your girl needs help." "where's your boy toy r/n" Roze, always teased. Knowing you also hid a secret only she knew. "Oh, there he goes. Better go fetch your giant." gosh did she annoy you with that.

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Once you had all reached your entry points, the fight begun. He had become a monster the moment the bullets when flying your way. "Liebling, are you hurt?" his eyes never leaving his scope. "no, you?" "m'fine." he answered.

After hours of this man running and watching you go around hoping your other teammates, he ran exhausted. You were standing still when a bullet flew past you. He pulled you down and held you close to him. His body warm, his chest rising and falling too quickly. "Liebling?" "m'fine" adrenaline making it's way through you.

13 Hours on the field, and 2 hours on a helicopter. That was the only time he hadn't thought of your naked body on his.

And after much work you all reached base, everyone voted to debrief in the morning. But you had to treat wounds, while finishing on Horangi, König walked in. "got time for one more?" you turned to him, "always" you smiled. Kim, soon left the room and back to his, to rest.

"So where are you hurt?" "right here" he pointed to his thighs. "alright, I'm going to ask you to take you pants off" you laughed at this. "what s'funny?" "Haven't even taken you out on a date and nd I'm already asking tough questions" you answered. He chuckled, you blushed.

"kiss me then" he quickly let out, your eyes looked at his.

"You'll kiss me back right? don't want to be doing all the dirty work" you joked around.

"yes."

He held you by your sides. "I need you to kiss me r/n." this time he whispered. But you froze, was this a joke? a cruel prank from roze?

Before you said anything his hand landed on the back of your head, your lips soon intertwined. He never, not once let go. Soon the once decent kiss turned sloppy then lust took over. You started to feel your nipples get hard. "König," you softly moaned as his mouth trailed to your neck. "yes," he answered not stopping once. "I need you to touch me."

His eyes looking up at you. Your pupils dilated as his eyes gave away his smile. His hands slowly traveled to your shirt, he unclipped your bra and threw it aside. His hands lifted your shirt and he soon cupped your breasts. He licked, bit and kissed them. He lifts his masks just enough for you to see his tongue piercing. By then your panties were soaked. He soon unzipped your pants, his hands making way down to your sweet cunt.

You moaned. He kissed his way down to your soaked panties. "Ready?"

This had escalated soon, you thought. But was is life if not fun?

He soon removed your pants, leaving you all exposed to his eyes. "I have been dreaming about this" he raspy voice against your skin. You spotted his growing erection. His tongue swirled around you. He sucked and bit the sensitive parts, that had been sending you over the edge. "Fuck,,fuck, yes, please don't stop." your please feeding this mans ego. "What is that schatz?"

"don't stop König!" your moans taking over.

one finger turned to two. His hands bringing you waves of pleasure. soon you felt a forming in your stomach. You back arched, you were so close to your climax when he suddenly stopped. You immediately opened your eyes.

"not going to let you cum until I do" he said as he removed his clothes. "Fuck" you whispered as you watched him undress him self. You started playing with yourself. He soon removed your hands "I touch you" his eyes staring at yours. You nodded.

He fingers you and every time you are close, he stops and kisses you.

"ready for me?" he asks. You nod. "I need words" he demands. "Yes"

He slowly watched you as he made his way inside you. Your eyes rolled back, mouth open spitting moans. "oh god" you moaned. He was so big. Thicker than you'd expect him to be. You knew he had to be big, considering his height, but not this thick.

"its not god who has you feeling this way liebling" he said as his thrusts started to become a little deeper. "oh König, yes, please go faster!" you begged and moaned.

"you sure?" he asked not wanting his size to hurt you. "Please" you barely answered. He thrusted and moaned as his member parted your legs over and over.

This time you were close, you gripped on the sheets and arched your back. "Come for me" he finally gave you permission. And you came on him. His member dripping with your juices. "Fuck!" you exclaimed. "thats it schatz, good girl." he caressed your face, he thrust becoming sloppier. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your mouth, sucking on his thumb. Then you placed it on your neck. Moaning and he went deeper, you felt he was soon about to release his cum in you.

But he pulled out, "on your knees" you obeyed. "open your mouth for me ja?" you nodded, your eyes looking at his, you mouth wide open. He smacked his member on your tongue. Then when you least expected it, he placed himself inside your mouth. His hangs buried deep in your head. He guided you and you took him in, what couldn't fit in your mouth was placed in your hands.

He soon came, making you choke as the liquid dripped from your mouth to your chin, then your breast. He whimpered as he exited your mouth. Once you swallowed some of his ✨juices ✨, he made you stand up. "let me kiss you again, ja?" You nod, your face dripping some of him.

A/n: thank you for being patient anon!

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mossycobbld · 1 month

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Hello! I saw that you had an oc named Kaori, and I was wondering if I could hear some things about her? She looks pretty cool and I was curious ( I hope it’s okay to ask!)

hiii yes !!! i havent come up with Too much of kaoris lore, so right now its in a pretty rough place butttttt long post ahead youve been warned!!!

also pics of her for reference (i love drawing her like a soggy wet cat)

(ignore how it says half viltrumite in the last ss) heads up for inaccurate viltrumite stuff, i only know how they work from the show’s perspective

(warning AGAIN for Veryyyy long text below cut)

kaori (she/they), known as caaory on viltrum, was somewhat of a troublemaker, leading her to be chided a lot. this caused her to be very soft spoken and shy. but when her powers developed, she greatly exceeded her peers when it came to skill and strength. (though, her hearing developed too strongly that it became more of an disadvantage than a power.)

when tasked to fight to the death with her friend, she refuses strongly. this was seen as a sign of weakness and was scheduled for execution. caaory, terrified, flew away from viltrum as fast as she could.

two viltrumites go after her and find her still flying away. they use force rather than negotiation, and caaory still shaken up, kills them out of fear. mortified with her actions, she flies even faster. at the threshold of passing out, she sees the nearest planet and crash lands onto earth.

a family that was driving past sees her passed out in a crater that she left in a field. it was a young couple, their kid, ichiro, and the mom's side of grandparents. they took caaory in, and when asked for her name, she answered as "caaory", but because the name was mistaken for a similar one, the spelling changed to kaori.

it was well known to that family that she had powers, as they had to reprimand her to repress them when she used it casually as if she still lived on viltrum.

for the first two years, she never talked apart from when she told them her name. ichiro seemed to be the only one to communicate with her in a way. because of him, she was able to come out of her shell more easily and begin to talk more.

also!! repressed sibling bitterness but im not sure how to word it

BIG time skip here since i have a little more developed for her when season 1 of invincible takes place.. also kaori trying to live somewhere close to normal as she can, never really becomes a superhero. but wanting to use her powers for good, uses them very sparingly if the situation required it.

anyways around mid season 1, kaori knowing that mark is the new superhero, invincible, offers to train him. she teaches him for a while, but because at the time is time management is Ass, their training eventually stopped.

in season 2, kaori is running late to a class in college, but amber helps her catch up on the stuff she missed. they get along well, and they find out that they both know about mark. after mark and amber break up, kaori, begins to spend more time with amber to help her get through the trauma from when an*ssa threatened to kill her. they eventually start dating but im not SUPER sure how it all happens yet.

after the events of season 2, kaori tries to begin to train mark again. he agrees, wanting to be stronger. mark, frustrated with himself accidentally hurts kaori during training. apologizing profusely, she dismissed it and kept training him.

so thats all that i have for her so far!!! sorry if i made it too detailed, its hard for me to word things in simple ways for Some strange reason but i cant wait to build even more on her character!! i hope you guys like her :D

#invincible #mark grayson #invincible show #invincible s2 #invincible season 2 #amber bennett #invincible oc #oc x canon #self insert #canon x oc #canon x self insert #ahem

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clumsiestgiantess · 2 months

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Survivors — people barely a foot tall who were forced to take refuge in our world — have become a normal part of society. Unfortunately.. it’s not in the way they were hoping.

(original story here)

There’s no way I lost my 90 dollar ball. Are you kidding me?! I spent months saving up for that thing; how could I lose it? I’d torn up my bedroom in search of my prized possession: a professional-grade soccer ball. It had come with me to every practice session since the day I bought it. I stormed out of my room, heading towards the garage. Maybe I’d left it with my gear.

“Woah! Where are you headed so grouchily?” My older sister asked snidely as I stormed past her in the hall. “You wouldn’t care,” I huffed. She shrugged offhandedly, “That’s probably true.” Digging out all of my equipment — even my old stuff that I knew couldn’t possibly have my ball in it — I still couldn’t find it. Ohh wait… One of my friends had shown up halfway through practicing at a nearby park. He’d dragged me away to a local store because one of our favorite games was on sale. Dang it, I left it there, didn’t I?

“If Mom gets home early, tell her I’m at the park!” I yelled through the doorway. “Why are you going to the-?” The door fell closed on my sister’s voice and I rushed to my bike. The park wasn’t too far from my house; I could be there in 15 minutes if I hurried.

“Hold it.” Julie stopped me as I wheeled it to the garage door. “Mom told me to keep an eye on you today. Where are you going again?” “The park,” I responded innocently. “For?” “I think I left my soccer ball there.” “Oh? The survivors have probably taken it by now.” I sighed at her joke. Ever since the little human-like creatures had stolen the phone right out of her purse while she was distracted — true story — she was constantly referencing it. At first it was out of spite, then it became a habit. “Come on, I’ll drive you. It won’t be long, right?” I shook my head, grateful for the lift.

As I rode along with Julie, I begged the universe for things to work out in my favor. Please let it still be there. Don’t let someone take it. By the time we reached the park entrance, my anxiety was calmed. I could see the white spot of my ball towards the end of the field. “Yes,” I cheered quietly as my sister pulled into a space. “Alright, go get it,” my sister nodded.

I stepped out of the car and ran across the field in a half-jog-half-walk. But I stopped as I got closer — staring in open-mouthed horror. My ball was lopsided; punctured toothmark holes of a large dog pierced the sides. “Are you kidding me?! At least if somebody took it I wouldn’t have known they’d done this!” Angrily, I ran up the last few feet and kicked the deflated ball as hard as I could. It sailed across the field and hit the fence as a startled yelp reached my ears. Below me, a survivor was hunched over on the ground, looking around in fearful confusion. He gasped, scanning the sky above him intently.

“Huh? What are you-? Oh.” Following his gaze up to the sky, I watched a hawk or some other large bird circle around overhead. “Are you hiding from that bird?” The survivor glanced fearfully at me, then back up at the sky, whispering something I couldn’t understand. “Right,” I sighed, “You have your own language.”

The survivor was.. different than the ones I’d seen — maybe because they looked to be about my age, or maybe because they were actually alive and well rather than the few depressed half-dead ones I’d seen before. Whatever the case, I didn’t feel like leaving them there to get picked off.

I went to go collect my ball so the survivor would have cover again, but he yelped and rushed after me, cowering under my shadow. His gaze finally tore away from the sky and landed on me. Eyes wide, he asked me something I didn’t understand, but I could guess.

I sighed, but nodded. “Come on,” I gestured for him to follow me, and began walking back the way I’d come. The survivor sprinted after me. Halfway across the field, he wheezed something that vaguely sounded like he was asking me to stop. Oh man, even when I’m walking I’m going too fast for him. Poor guy. I stopped and let the little guy catch up with me. He sat down on the grass, out of breath. However, that bird noticed we’d stopped moving. I watched as it swooped down and landed on the telephone wires beside the field.

“Dnimreven! M’i enif! S’tel tsuj teg tuo fo ereh!” the survivor gasped, scrambling to his feet. He walked on and I kept up with his pace, walking beside him at whatever speed he wanted. It was slow going, but when we reached the parking lot, he stopped. “I.. hhu.. t’ndid yllaer kniht siht raf daeha.” Glancing around the lot, he looked over at the bird, then glanced up at me. “What?” I asked, “It’s alright, I’ll follow you. Just go back to the woods or something.” I waved a hand at the woods, but he slowly shook his head. “You.. no? Don’t you live there?” He just pointed at the bird and shook his head. I squatted on the ground beside him. Still he was shorter than me, but not by nearly as much as when I stood.

“Hey, it’s alright! Just go hide in the woods for a while. That bird will have to stop following you eventually.” A car horn startled both of us just as the survivor was about to speak. “Hey!” Julie called, “What are you doing? I thought you said you’d be quick! Stop pestering that little survivor and get in the car!” “Alright!” I shouted annoyedly back, standing up again. “I’m coming! One second!” I started walking to the trees nearby and the survivor raced after me. When I got to the edge of the parking lot, I stopped and pointed towards the forest. “Go on. I’m sure some other survivors will come along and help you.”

But would they? He gave me a solemn look and trudged towards the underbrush like I was exiling him. The car horn startled him again and he ducked away into the foliage. “Ok! Ok! I’m coming!” The whole drive home I was, according to my sister, ‘unnaturally quiet’. I blamed it on my popped ball — and normally that would make me angry — but I was just too caught up thinking about that survivor. I tried to remember every time I’d ever seen one. Surely one of them looked like they were doing ok, didn’t they?

Yet, as much as I wracked my brain, I couldn’t think of a time when I’d seen one happy. They always looked scared. At best they seemed kinda.. out of it. At worst they were, well, dead. I hope that survivor doesn’t end up like them. He was my age. Surely he’ll survive better than the older ones, right? But there was that bird… I was up the whole night coming up with a plan to sneak out of the house and return to the park. I had to go find him again — to make sure he was safe.

I’d never actually interacted with a survivor before. It wasn’t at all what I expected. My friends said they were little scavengers who liked to steal. All the articles about them said they were a kind of mimic of us from a whole other mimic of our world. But everyone made them sound like little animals. The guy I met today — he seemed so familiar in a weird way. He spoke to me, gestured for me to understand, and even his expressions were so human I could understand him just by reading them. Then again.. maybe he was just a really good mimic.

During lunch the next day, I passively mentioned going to hang out with some friends at the soccer field, and was thankfully met with little opposition. My mom reminded me to wear a helmet when I went out, but that was all. I wrapped up half a grilled cheese I made for myself, tossed it into my bike basket, and pedaled off. I think I beat my previous record of biking to the park by a few minutes, that’s how anxious I was. I scanned the sky as I arrived. No predatory birds in sight.

Stepping over to the place where I left the survivor the other day, I made my way into the woods. I searched the ground with every step until I came across a survivor laying on the ground. A sickening feeling lurched in my stomach watching flies buzzing around them, landing on unmoving limbs. Shit... I’m too late. I carefully stepped over to the body and knelt beside it. I turned away after only a moment, but as I went to cover it with dirt, I realized their hair was much too long to be the survivor I saw before. Holding my breath, I bent down to get a better look.

Firstly, their chest had been torn wide open, and their arms and legs picked clean down to the bone. The position they were in looked painful, as if they’d been struggling. I realized in my examination that the survivor was a female, and let out a relieved breath. Whatever had caught it.. caught her — had eaten her. Wait. I shouldn’t be relieved by that! What the hell am I thinking!? I was just glad that it wasn’t my little friend who’d died, but I felt extremely guilty about thinking of this survivor’s death in that way. She’d died likely being hunted — eaten. Was she still conscious during all of it, or had the animal killed her by then? I just hope I’m not too late to help the other survivor.

Gently taking a few handfuls of dirt, I covered the little corpse. With a quick glance around myself, I spotted some wildflowers, picked one, and laid it carefully on the small mound. “I would’ve helped you too,” I said softly, as if that were any consolation for how horribly they’d died. No wonder the guy I’d met yesterday had given me such a desperate look when I sent him out here. I was basically sentencing him to a horrific struggle for survival in a place where he wasn’t meant to live in.

Standing back up, I backed away from the little grave and headed in a different direction. “Hello?” I called, “Survivor dude I met yesterday? I’m sorry I don’t.. know your name. And I’m really sorry I left you alone out here! Please be alright...” I walked through the forest along the outskirts of the soccer field, watching my every step and calling out once and a while. I began giving up hope as I rounded the end of the field, but something stopped me before I could turn around: my popped soccer ball. It wasn’t left where I’d kicked it earlier. It was tucked beside a tree a little ways past the wooden fence that separated most of the park from the overgrown trees and whatnot that I’d been trekking through.

Heart pounding, I raced over to the ball and yanked it away from the tree. A fearful yelp came from beneath it as the survivor from the day before huddled up against the side of the tree with his arms over his head. “Hey! Hey, it’s alright! It’s me! Remember me from yesterday?” I asked excitedly. The little guy looked up at me with a bewildered expression before his face slowly fell into shock — recognizing me. “Tahw? S’tahw gniog no? Tnaig edud, t’nod llet em er’uoy ereh rof ruoy llab niaga…” I had no clue what he said, but I was too relieved to even listen. He was alive — still using my ball for shelter. “Oh, here! I brought you something.” Digging into my pocket, I pulled out the bag of my half a grilled cheese and took it out.

“I wasn’t sure if you had anything to eat out here, so I brought you this. It.. might actually be a bit too big for you.” Laughing slightly, I handed the piece of sandwich off to him. It was half his height, but he took it eagerly. I sat down lightly, keeping watch for anything that might hurt him as he chowed down. “Yeh tnaig?” The survivor startled me from surveillance. “Hmm? What’s wrong little guy?” He pointed to his throat, then cupped his hands and pretended to drink. “Oh! You’re thirsty? I have some water, but it’s back with my bike. Sorry, I should’ve brought it.” The survivor gave me a confused look. He didn’t understand me. I knew he couldn’t, but I kept forgetting. He looked so normal that I expected him to speak a language I knew.

“Come on,” I gestured for him to follow me like I had the day before. He promptly got up and headed after me. The pace was even slower than yesterday. In the field, the little survivor could easily keep walking all the way across, albeit his steps were much shorter than mine. Here in the uncut forest, he had to weave and duck through the foliage like it was a jungle. He was exhausted after only a short time, and made the same gestures for a drink again, as if I hadn’t understood him the first time. I wanted to go and bring him one, but that body I’d found had me scared. What if I left him and something attacked? I’d feel awful if I came back to find a similar scene to the first survivor.

I.. I can try taking him there myself. But is he going to run away from me if I do that? Wild animals generally don’t like being held. But he wasn’t some wild animal. Surely he was smart enough to understand that I was helping him. Taking a knee, I slowly reached for him. “I’m just gonna help you out, ok little guy?” The survivor backed away from my hand uncertainly, but he didn’t run. “I'm just taking you to get a drink, like you wanted,” I told him, pointing towards the edge of the woods and the parking lot.

The survivor glanced between me and the distance he had to travel several times, then eventually glanced down at my hesitating hand. I came closer again and he held his hands up slightly, squeezing his eyes shut. However, he stood perfectly still.

His reaction hurt slightly. Doesn’t he know I won’t attack him? He looks scared of me, but I’m not a predator. I’m a person; I wouldn’t eat him or kill him for no reason. Slowly, I gripped his torso in a light fist and lifted him into the air. He yelled — dangling legs instantly pulling in against himself as he rushed to grip my fingers. The survivor’s eyes were wide open now, looking around himself fearfully.

“Hey, come on, really?” I asked, causing his head to whip back around towards me. His breathing picked up against the palm of my hand. “Is it really that scary?” Apparently it was. He readjusted, trying to cling even tighter to my fingers. I sighed, “Man, you’re like.. the same age as me! Can’t you tell that I’m not some big scary animal?” I headed back to my bike with him in my hand. He struggled so much I nearly dropped him accidentally. It wasn’t violent struggling like he was in danger, but still.

Finally, I reached my bike and released him on the asphalt. He scrambled backwards and tripped over his own feet, glancing around at the sky before taking a few steps closer to the bike, shying away from the open space. “It’s alright," I assured him, taking out my water bottle and pouring him a capful. “I’ll shoo away anything that tries to get you.” “I- I t’nod tnaw ot eb tuo ereh,” he said nervously, ducking closer to the bike’s wheel until he was pressed against it. Tsuj- t’nac uoy ekat eht retaw revo ot eht sterof daetsni? Stnaig t’nod yllausu ekil em gnignah dnuora ni eht nepo, dna eht sdrib ekil ti a elttil oot hcum.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I have no clue what you’re saying, but you sure are talking. Here, have some water.” I handed him the bottle cap filled with water, but he only pointed to the woods. I didn’t move until he begrudgingly took it. Sitting on the curb beside my bike, I watched the little survivor. A few dogs passed by on the opposite side of the lot. Both of us eyed them warily, but they were well-behaved pets. They ignored us and continued on after their owners.

Wait.. pet. I glanced down at the survivor. He’d relaxed a bit once the dogs passed us, but he was still on alert. I’d been thinking about that body — the poor survivor who could do nothing to save themselves from such an awful death. “Hey little guy? What do you think of becoming my pet? Some people keep survivors and train them, you know. You’d be a lot safer with me! I’d have to hide you from my family, though,” I grumbled. “Maybe I can make you a little home in my backyard or something. What do you think?” He just gave me a blank, confused look. “Right…” I sighed, “Before I teach you any tricks I think I’m gonna have to teach you some words first. At least you understand gestures.”

The only thing my musings were met with was a small gesture for more water. I thought for a moment as I refilled the survivor’s bottle cap. “I guess I should start with a name. Hmmm.. should I give you a human name or more of a pet name?” I thought for a moment, “What if I name you Bandit? Because you took my soccer ball? My sister did warn me that your kind likes to steal things.”

Once Bandit was done with his drink, I stood up decisively. He startled, but calmed down soon after. That was until I reached for him again. Bandit dodged away from my grasp and stepped away from my bike. Pointing towards the woods, he told me something and started walking in that direction. “No, look! I’m going to give you a real home now! Your name’s gonna be Bandit and I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to fight to survive out here anymore.” I stepped over to him and tried to pick him up again, but he took off at a run — surprisingly fast for something so small. Thankfully, it only took a little jog to catch up with him and corner Bandit with my hands.

The survivor began yelling as I stood back up. His legs were pinned in one hand and his torso in the other. “Tahw eht lleh?! Tahw era uoy gniod htiw em?! Tup em nwod! I t’nod tnwa uoy ot yrrac em dnuora; I nac klaw tsuj enif!” He sounded angry, but he just didn’t understand. He probably thought I was taking him back to that sad little spot I’d found him tucked up in. “Man, you gotta calm down!” I told him surprisedly, “You’re yelling like I’m going to murder you or something. I’m literally saving your life!”

As gently as I could with all his struggling, I placed Bandit into my bike basket and hopped on. He peered over the edge for a moment, confused. However, he gasped and ducked down inside as I lifted the kickstand. “Yeh! I- I thguoht ew erew sdneirf! Erehw era uoy gnikat em?” “That’s right,” I said softer than before, “I’m getting you out of here. Now hold on tight! We’ll be at my house before you know it!”

I biked slowly through the parking lot and across the road, but once I hit the bike trail, I took off — excited to bring home my new pet. Bandit yelled a few more times, and I slowed down each time. However, I kept forgetting and speeding back up again. About two-thirds of the way there, my little pet finally had enough. While I was focused on a blind turn up ahead, the little thing lept out of the basket. A heartstopping thwack resounded off the dirt path as he hit it. I came to a screeching halt a few feet further and dropped my bike to the ground, rushing to his side.

Blood had begun pooling through his pant leg as he hastily scrambled to his feet before immediately falling back over again. “Bandit! Holy shit! Why’d you do that?! I thought survivors were smart enough to know not to jump out of a moving vehicle!” An agonizing cry stopped me from scolding him any longer. “Shit, I.. I gotta get you home and bandage that up.” Scooping him up in my arms, I drove the rest of the way single-handedly — Bandit gasping and whining the whole way back. The sound made me sick. I don’t understand! He knew it was moving! They’re supposed to be the second smartest creatures in the world besides humans!

I drove straight into the backyard when I got home, rushing for the back door. However, when I threw it open, my sister stood in the doorway, arms crossed. I had quick enough reflexes to hide Bandit behind my back, but that was all. “I knew you were up to something when Mom told me where you were going!” she accused. “No!” I yelped, covering up a groan from my little injured pet. “I was at the park! I swear!” “So why are you sneaking in the back-” Julie’s face paled mid-sentence. “Ritchie? Is that blood on your sweatshirt?” Shit. It was. Bandit’s leg must’ve bled into my clothing while I was holding him tucked against my chest.

There was no use trying to lie. Julie was a veterinary major — specializing in surgery. She knew blood when she saw it. “I- I can explain.” Before I could explain anything, she grabbed my arm and fearfully yanked it out from behind me. Bandit cried out in pain as he was jerked forward. Protectively, I tucked him back against myself as my shocked sister let go of me. “I knew you would go back for that survivor,” she said under her breath. “But what the hell did you do?”

“I- I didn’t do anything! He jumped out of my bike while I was riding it and-” “Give him to me.” “What? No! What are you going to do with him?” She held out her cupped hands, “What do you think I’m going to do with him? I have to stop him from bleeding like that or he will die. Please, just let me have him.” “I- It’s not that bad!” I lied, backing away, “This stain isn’t even that big!” “It is to him.” Julie’s voice suddenly turned hostily serious. Hesitantly, I tried to give Bandit to her, but he gasped and tried to avoid her hands.

I was about to tell her that I should just bring him wherever she wanted him, but Julie spoke first. “S’ti thgirla; I t’now truh uoy. M’i ereh ot pleh uoy.” I blinked, dumbstruck. Even Bandit stopped struggling. “Did.. you just speak survivor language?” I gawked. Less than a second later, Bandit practically flung himself out of my grasp and into Julie’s arms. He started speaking so quickly, even she gave him a confused look. “Tsuj gnah ni ereht,” she said gently, “Ll’i teg uoy dexif pu.” She rushed off into the bathroom. The rumbling of medicine bins filled the air along with the sound of rushing water. I was so stunned I stood in the doorway for several minutes before quickly closing the back door and rushing after my sister.

#the characters came to me in a vision #had to do something about that #if y’all enjoy this I’ll post part two!#g/t #giant/tiny

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mlmxreader · 2 months

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Always At Your Back | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Alfie Solomons (enby, gn, or male reader)

“We lost an officer and three men, two nights ago. They were shot to bits patching up wire. We dragged two of them back here.” (feel free to make it as angsty as you'd like) ❞

: ̗̀➛ War takes a toll on everyone, and at every time, too.

: ̗̀➛ graphic depictions of war, graphic depictions of injury, graphic depictions of death & disease, swearing, smoking, shellshock

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It seemed as if it would rain forever; harsh, heavy droplets pounding the mud and mixing with the blood as the waters in the trenches rose.

Through soggy and broken boots, the water seeped in and caused such awful blisters and infections that some men had to have their feet amputated; many of them happened in the trenches, unable to take them away to medical hospitals thanks to the constant bombardment of shells.

The ground seemed to open up a little more every day; massive craters of cavernous volume created the bulk of the sores, and their slick sides made it impossible to crawl out again.

Those who fell became food for the rats. Eaten alive over two or three days.

You could still hear their screaming, staining the air so thickly that you could not claw your way through it at all.

Every time something dropped and clattered, you would run and hide in the Captain's quarters, sheltering under the desk and screaming at the top of your lungs that everybody had to get down - they were bombing again.

Whenever a man fell from exhaustion or from tripping over, you would immediately assume that he was dead, and try to move him aside as quickly as possible.

You could never go home, and you knew that. Not after seeing once green and vibrant fields become grey and ash covered deserts. Not after seeing the bits of blood and brain mixing with the gooey clay and mud.

Not after watching as men tried frantically to stuff their own insides back into themselves until they crashed and fell, swallowed by the cavernous craters.

The only redeemable thing about it was Captain Solomons. He was a few years older than you, but you had known one another for as long as you could remember; Alfie was all you had left, now.

Your Captain, your good and honourable captain. He was all you had in the world, and nothing more; no family, all your friends were in pieces scattered across No Man's Land... the only thing you had left was Alfie. But even now, you couldn't say where he was.

It was about a week ago when he and some others had gone on their last raid, and you had not seen or heard from them since; one of the snipers in your trench, a Piankashaw man who everybody called Albie, offered to go out and to search for the party - but you could only say no.

It was far too dangerous; snipers moved like ghosts, hidden and concealed amongst the fire and the smoke and the toxic gas. Shock troops stuck at midnight, and were only spurred on when they knew that your lot was scared.

You wanted to break down and cry, to sob and shake and wail until no sounds came from your mouth; cowering in the Captain's quarters beneath the table as you covered your face with your hands.

It was all too much, and when you felt the ground break and quake, you knew that more lives had been lost and there was nothing you could do.

You stayed like that, rocking back and forth and loudly screaming and praying until you felt pressure around your wrists, and suddenly you were looking at your Captain with blurry eyes.

"It's alright," Alfie barked out, on his knees and shuffling to get closer to you, cupping your face in his hands as he grumbled. "I'm here now, you're alright, Sergeant."

You clung onto him by instinct, screaming out everything that had happened through thick and dense sobs; your head was pounding, throat raw and thick, mucus dribbling down from your nose and leaking past your chin.

Alfie didn't mind at all, pulling out a dirty handkerchief and wiping your face clean. It smeared mud and blood all over your skin, but at least you weren't covered in mucus anymore. He even dared to smile as he leaned forward, gently kissing the top of your nose.

"You're alive, man. That's better than what most can fuckin' say."

You just stared blankly at him, eyes wide and tears slowly dribbling out. "You're alive..."

"Just about," Alfie told you gently. “We lost an officer and three men, two nights ago. They were shot to bits patching up wire. We dragged two of them back here... fuckin' bastards hardly let us get further than the rotten ladder... but I'm back, I'm here with you, promise. Ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere."

You could only nod slowly, still clinging onto him so tightly that you felt your knuckles pop and crack; you were sure that it would have been audible in any other... anywhere else.

You swallowed thickly, clenching your jaw. Your eyes didn't move from him at all.

Alfie didn't dare to move, keeping his gaze fixated on you as he wiped your face with the handkerchief again, frowning. He kept telling those fucking idiots at high command to call you off, to send you back home. You weren't fit for the front and you needed to be fucking safe.

But they didn't listen.

More meat for the war machine.

That's all anybody was, now.

"Here," he sighed, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one up. He handed it to you, and tried not to wince at the blatant shake of your hand. "Get that down you. You'll feel much fuckin' better after that."

You nodded again. "I want to die."

He fell silent for a moment, and at the dull and muffled sound of a plane flying overhead, he scoffed. "You might just get your wish... but if you're dyin', I'm dyin' with you. That's what I told you in Camden when we enlisted, and it's what I said to you the day I said I was yours. If you die, I die with you."

You said nothing.

"I'm with you," Alfie whispered, letting his hand grasp the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. "I'm always at your back."

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gaiussleechtank · 1 year

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Just an idea that's trapped in my idea notes, but imagine if there was a magic reveal around the time Arthur became King, magic gets repealed and Merlin is generally accepted all round:

It was one of those days that, in Merlin's opinion, made the ego of the knights increase several times over. The sun was unfairly hot, increasing in heat as the day goes on, so obviously everyone had stripped every unneeded layer that was possible.

Everyone except Merlin.

Gwaine launches a punch at Arthur and nearly gives the guy a black eye. He swerves our of the way and staggers into the dirt just in time.

"Oi, Princess! What the fuck?" He mutters as he wipes the sweaty mud from his chest.

Arthur is staring at something off the field, following the King's line of sight directly to everyone's favourite manservant.

"Ah, of course." Gwaine smirked. "Merlin. Why am I not surprised?"

"He must be boiling." Arthur muttered, referring to Merlin's horrid lacklessness of clothes. There were way too many clothes on that man's body.

"Lancelot." Arthur snapped loudly.

"Yes, my lord?" Lancelot tried innocently as he approached the King warily.

Arthur grabbed Lancelot's arm and whispered, "You're closest to Merlin-"

"I don't agree with that."

"- so convince him to at least get him to take off his neckerchief, or even better his jacket."

Lancelot stared at Arthur with an unreadable expression before smiling. "Yes, sire."

The loyal Knight jogged over to Merlin, the servant looked up to his friend and they started to converse but then Merlin launched to his feet with a stricken expression. He grabbed Lancelot by the arm and dragged him into a tent.

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"You know exactly why I can't take off my shirt." Merlin cried out as the flaps of the tent closed.

"Of course I know, Merlin. But you're not in hiding anymore. Arthur knows, everyone knows. And they know what you've done for the kingdom. They would understand where you got your scars from." Lancelot replied gently. "The others will admire your bravery and strength, I know I do. I know Arthur will."

Merlin stared at Lancelot, biting his lip. "They aren't pretty scars, they're ugly and nasty-"

"And show that against everything you've survived, you've beaten all odds." Lancelot stepped close to Merlin and took his hand, he would hug the warlock but he's sweating far too much. "Scars aren't meant to be pretty, they show the honest truth and the truth isn't always nice. But you're Merlin, you look the bad stuff in the face and tell it to piss off." Merlin snorted. "Look, I'm not saying to be shirtless, just take the neckerchief and jacket off before you get heatstroke and Arthur gets an aneurism."

Merlin's brow creased in confusion.

"Arthur asked me to since apparently I'm the one that's closest to you." Lancelot rolled his eyes.

"Bloody hell he's an idiot."

"You're the only one that can tell him that." Lancelot chuckled, heading towards the tent entrance. "Do something about your clothes because I'm sweating just looking at you."

"Yeah, yeah," Merlin waved the knight off. "Leave me in peace."

Lancelot left the tent grinning, going back to Arthur with a little congregation of knights and squires already forming.

"I did what I could, Arthur." Lancelot put his hands up in defence.

Arthur nodded distractedly in Lancelot's direction whilst keeping his eyes trained on the tent. When the tent reopened, everyone quickly dispersed, humming and talking nonsense as Merlin walks through the training field.

"Holy shitting fuck." Gwaine openly gawked at Merlin.

They knew he was lean, no longer the skinny twig he was when he first came to Camelot, but not built. Not this built. And gods, the scars that rippled over his muscles. Even through the mix of faded reds, pink and white, it took nothing away from Merlin.

Lancelot spoke the truth, the knights did admire Merlin, after learning everything that he had done over camp fires, nights at the tavern and the random comments. The squires looked up to him as a role model. The knights admired his strength in every aspect.

But right now?

The heat had melted every persons ability to think, and Merlin was scarred, sweating, and looking like the glorious god that the druids claimed him to be.

"Eyes up here, knight." Merlin motioned with his fingers.

"I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." Gwaine smirked. "Especially Arthur."

Arthur closed his mouth but continued to stare.

"Happy now, prat?"

"Y-yeah." Arthur managed to say.

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"Five pieces of gold they fuck."

"You're on."

#I dont have my laptop #Is is obvious?#Will write further later #Arthur: awooga #Merlin is sex on a stick #Everyone is in love with Merlin #Or at least attracted #bbc merlin #bbc merthur #merlin #Accidentally wrote fanfiction #What is my life #Projecting a little because Merlin would be hot

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justrandomayatolover · 9 months

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Relationship headcanons or something pt. 3 w/ Yoimiya, Layla, Barbara

Includes: gn!reader, reader is interested in architecture and Archons history (Barbara's part) and star gazing (Layla's part), a bit of Roman mythology in Layla's part, reader is a minor in Barbara's part

Here's part 2 and part 4 :D

Yoimiya:

In my personal opinion Yoimiya is rather clumsy and forgetful person but her gymnastics skills help her not to hurt herself

But still that doesn't mean everything stays in place when she trips and saves herself

And that's how you met, ordering fireworks from her father and when you came to get them, she bumped into you with whole box of some sort of powder, making both you and her, all dirty

She immediately started apologizing and trying to wipe the powder off of you, unfortunately it didn't do much

So she decided to give you your fireworks for free as some sort of compensation

Later on some festivals that you brought said fireworks for, it happened that your place was also her place to fire them

So you started talking, and talking and talking till the morning came

Each time you were at her place you helped her with moving stuff so she won't spill it again

And slowly but surely developed feelings for each other

But when she decided to confess, oh god, it was wild I tell you

She went near your house and fired the fireworks, practically screaming "I love you" with fireworks behind her

Layla:

Of course you found her passed out from exhaustion in some random field of grass

The worst part is that nearby was Emirates camp

So as worried person you are, you dragged her by legs under some thick tree where they wouldn't see you

And I'm telling you, she slept through that dragging as hard as a rock

When another hour passed and she still didn't woke up, you gently poked her and immediately she shot up, confused, worried and utterly disoriented

After she calmed down you explained to her what happened it turned out that she's akademiya student, of course she's tired, that wasn't a suprise to you now

But since then she asked you everytime she would go out to study outside if you would want to accompany her since you told her you like star gazing

So you did, each time, watching stars with her and making sure she wouldn't pass out in not very safe place again

Also helping her study from time to time, listening to her talking about stars with a little weak smile that wasn't very usual on her face

The star gazing studying turned into small picnics and finally a small camping since Layla found herself sleeping on fresh air the best

Similar to Kokomi, she was too shy to confess that she likes you and scared that you will reject her even though you clearly gave away so many hints and even openly telling her you like like her

So instead one early morning when stars were still seen morning you took her and pointed straight at one of the stars and said "Look at tell me what is this star", it was Venus*, she looked at you, then at the star and again at you and again at the star, she did it like five times and then her face became all red, definitely understanding what you tried to say

*Venus(goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology) is frequently referred to as the Morning Star and if you are up early on Valentine's Day, you will spot her shining brightly at around 8am.

Barbara:

One day on your trip in Mondstad with your family you decided to finally visit the cathedral since it looked amazing from far away

Even closer it looked amazing, all the details on it left you speechless

And it was even better from the inside

Out of curiosity you asked one of the nuns about it's history and how the one it was made to worship, Barbatos

The nun only looked at you rather.... displeased and showed you about nun in blonde curly ponytails telling you to ask her about it

So you did, kinda scared of first nun

But the second nun, or Barbara how she told you to call her, was very energetic and sweet but also passionate about the church

It wasn't everyday someone asked about it or its history

The conversation shifted from the church to Barbatos to knights and finally you very quickly, she was really excited to hear about your life in another region and how it looks like from religious perspective

Then she offered to show you more of Mondstad, show you all the statues too

You were more than happy to, with such a sweet company

After you unfortunately needed to leave the city, you started exchanging letters with her, also offering her to come to your nation

And that's how visiting started, showing eachother new places, having small picnics and finally catching feelings, even if the relationship might be hard through letters mostly, it was still worth a try, now only time will show how it will turn out

Shoutout to my boi that's choosing the characters because I'm too indecisive to do so, mwa (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

#genshin impact hcs #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin hcs #layla x reader #barbara x reader #yoimiya x reader #yoimiya x you

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maxislvt · 2 years

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G!p Nat or wanda or both maybe impregnant r and how they react to the pregnancy maybe

Expectantly Expecting

For your entire relationship, Natasha had been nothing but sure of herself. Even when missions seemed to go on forever or went haywire, she always kept a cool head. She never cracked under pressure. Wanda on the other hand, was a lot less sensible. It seemed she forever had “first mission jitters” as Steve would call it. Her fingers twitched with anticipation and her mind ran at a hundred miles a minute at all times. You were happy to play moderately in their land of extremes. Ready to pull Wanda out of her head when her thoughts got dark and remind Natasha she was part of a team. The three of you were the perfect team. However, nothing is truly perfect and every dog has its days. Unfortunately, your days were about to be nine consecutive months.

The first few weeks were fine. Your body hadn’t changed much but your hormones and cravings had been off the wall. You always had strange preferences as far as food went, but they’d gone from unsalted fries from McDonald’s to potato chips accompanied by shredded cheese. To make matters worse, you’d been transferred from the Avengers due to your pregnancy. No one had forced you to go on it so early, but being stuck to paperwork when you once took out guys left and right was a major blow to your pride. No matter how many times Hill and the rest of your new coworkers assured you that you were just as helpful in the office as you were on the field, you felt useless. Wanda and Natasha had refused to leave your side unless they absolutely had to, which made things so much easier for you.

Well, it did until your baby bump finally showed through and Natasha refused to let you work. Though you weren’t stoked about being trapped in the house for five more months, you conceded and finally took off. You never would have agreed if you had known how much chaos it would cause in your relationship.

“You know Nat doesn’t like when you cook now,” Wanda whispered sweetly. Though she seemed just as confused by Natasha’s sudden change in demeanor, she was happy to agree if it meant she had an excuse to keep you from doing anything she deemed too high maintenance, “I told you, I don’t mind cooking or going to buy stuff for you. Just ask me.” Her magic wiggled the knife out of your fingers as she guided you back towards the couch. She sat you down and quickly snuggled into your side. Wanda elected herself to be the one to stay back with on most days. Though Natasha enjoyed being home with the two of you, it was too big a risk to have all three of you out of commission at once.

You sighed, but allowed yourself to be bribed with affection. “She doesn’t like when I do anything these days,” You huffed out and leaned against your partner. Between the constant, yet inconsistent vomiting and sudden burst of emotional instability, you began to feel useless. Natasha had barred you from just about any and every house chore. “You know, she doesn’t even let me fold my own clothes anymore, it’s insane! I’m pregnant, not dying of plague,” You shouted. Your frustration was slightly eased by the rhythmic circles Wanda rubbed on your back. It became routine for you to go on rants about the smallest things. Anything, no matter how much you loved it, was vulnerable to being on your shit list for the next hour. “I mean, if you’re going to trap me in the house for months at least get me the right orange juice!”

“I told you, it was an accident,” Natasha whispered from behind you before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. “But, it’s good to know I can always bribe you with apple juice if I need to.” Natasha had grown used to your mood swings. Though she kept you in check about apologizing, she was mostly unphased by your antics. She had been well aware of how much you’d hate being at home, but she never budged on her stance. Paperwork clearly wasn’t as stressless as the three of you thought it would be and she didn’t like the thought of other people taking care of you. “You can help me with dinner tonight if you must help around the house.”

You opened your mouth to argue that it would be better if you just cooked for yourself, but the firm squeeze on your thigh from Wanda indicated it was best you just take what you could get. “I would like that,” You mumbled softly. You tilted to lean against Natasha, but kept your hand on Wanda’s leg. Pregnant or not, being between the two women you loved the most never failed to ease your nerves. “Sorry for being mean. I think I need to go out more.” You bit the inside of your lip with the hope that it would keep the incoming mood swing at bay.

Just five more months. Then everything would be normal. Well, a new normal.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha x reader #wanda x natasha #natasha fanfiction #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #natasha romanoff fluff

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kreepy-novacaine · 6 months

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Okay so I see ppl on here talkin shit on the olympians and like okay they do some questionable stuff BUT

I used to make jokes ab Zeus all the time alright ab him being shady and whatnot (I wish I could get into it but I’m simply terrified to) and lemme tell you what happened

So I work one day a week at a distillery on a lake. Rich ppl come as tourists and it’s nice side cash but it’s also beautiful and really enjoyable compared to my everyday soul sucking job

Well over the summer I would leave my windows down so my car wouldn’t be hades taint hot in there when I left

If I left my windows down it would rain. Without fail. Everytime. No matter what the weather called for.

If the weather called for rain and I left my windows up? It would not rain. Not even a drop.

It became a running joke with my manager that if we wanted a nice day I’d have to leave my windows closed or we would get rain.

And then I realized all the things I’d been saying and on my drive home one night, out loud, I apologized to Zeus. A very pathetic one with begging probably.

It stopped raining when my windows were left open.

Now lemme just quickly add, Rick riordan was onto something because I live not far from where camp half blood was to have been (half a day drive MAYBE) and it’s also dubbed ‘wine country’. I can’t drive out of The Valley without passing a winery or fields of grape crop.

So yeah I don’t talk ab The olympians like that anymore, I just keep it to myself.

#percy jackson #greek mythology #greek gods #zeus #greek olympians

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the-metal-pixie · 2 months

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Well, this is me (This got kinda long mb 😭)

Rlly edgy cringe zombie metal fairy sona

Call me pixie, pixette or… I guess spacechild too?

She/her, gay girl, minor, yada yada

Anyways, sometimes I draw for fun and I’m sorta kinda good at it

Glad to be here, lots more fanart coming soon, I’m really grateful for everyone who’s been supporting me <3

I got a lot of really sweet and fun responses bfdsfghitrtgyhcu I don’t deserve this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Never been in tumblr before so I’m still getting used to this

(No way I’m finishing this drawing- lazy)

Fun(?) facts yay

- I play guitar and violin

- My favorite metal genres are Thrash, power, neoclassical, glam, and recently started listening to death metal

- I have a pretty broad music taste, I have a soft spot for popular, pop if you will, music from the 1920s to 2000s

- I usually dress like I’m allergic to colors but sometimes I need to look like the girliest girl’s girl that ever girled in the world

- I like to pretend I’m this really hardcore stereotypical teen but I couldn’t hurt a fly if I wanted to (being fr rn, it would probably beat me up first)

- I discovered KISS during mid-pandemic but haven’t interacted much with the fandom until beginning of last year (when I started doing fanart). Read my first kiss fanfic at my worst new year all-nighter and haven’t recovered since

- I feel kinda bad for reading/making gay content when I’m not even attracted to men

- When I like something, I try to learn and remember as much as I can about it (I have great memory for these things but horrible for everything else, somehow not failing school)

- Speaking of, here’s some stuff I like (aka things I devote my time and energy to consume and can’t shut up about): Michael Jackson, KISS, the actual fking titanic, Sanrio (DONT LEAVE I promise I’m not one of THOSE people), internet horror, girly things, lost media, old Barbie movies, 2010s YouTube, Monster High g1, attractive women

- RANDOM TANGENT! List of attractive women I find attractive (no particular order except for the first one):

<<WINONA RYDER>>

Joann Jett

Natasha Lyonne

Amy Lee

Hayley Williams

Kristen Stewart

Cyndi Lauper

80s Xuxa

Ann and Nancy Wilson

Ace Frehley

- Favorite movies (Actually in order):

Titanic

But I’m a Cheerleader

Rocky (1976)

Grease (1978)

Wizard of Oz

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

- Ace made me want to pick up a guitar, wow, big deal, so original

- I legit thought he was a girl when I first saw him without makeup (There’s no way I was the only one, or maybe I’m just dumb)

Spacechild lore + Fanfic related stuff at the very end

I talked briefly about this on the previous post, but I have this story on the Spaceman and Starchild that I plan around while I’m sleeping (I don’t have anywhere to write it down but still remember all of it) can’t really explain how my brain works BUUT what I can do is tell you the story!

Since I can’t write, feel free to borrow or steal any of my ideas since I’m probably never using them (unless I decide to make an illustrated novel/webcomic or something, but don’t expect anything from me)

Starchild is a lonely alien living in what’s left of the only planet that used to orbit him before he became a Star being (basically a living star going boom supernova and transforming into a humanoid). His only “company” is a woman who visits him in his dream, to whom he refers to as The Elder (It’s kinda like a parent child relationship, she’s the star that “gave birth” to him, get it? Star-child? I’m really smart, I know). He can see the future but since nothing ever happens to him, there’s nothing to predict… UNTIL

He has a dream about laying down on a dark, grassy field staring up at the sky, as he usually did, but this time, the stars that were always so far away, appeared to be curiously looking back at him, eager to know what was going to happen. Among them, there was a bigger, brighter blue light that appeared to be coming towards him. Scared, he tried to reach out to the elder, but she didn’t answer, right before the light got to him, he woke up

After waking up, Starchild just brushed it off as a strange dream and decided to take a walk. He eventually found himself sitting on a familiar looking field, he looked up, but everything seemed normal except for an unusual light out in the distance who appeared to be getting closer. Is it a shooting star? Is it a spaceship? Is it a… COMET?

It crashed right beside him, and when he opened his eyes, there it was. A frozen ice rock sitting right beside him, but when he looked up at it, there was something, someone sitting on top of it

A strange man looked back at him with a smile

There’s more but It’s not completely set in stone, I just know I want Spaceman to take Starchild to see earth and have fun adventures with him + Catman and Fox

They were really close friends that like to travel together, then one day they got turned into animals by an ankh wizard while visiting Egypt (also not set in stone but I really want Vinnie to make an appearance)

After their shared traumatic experience, they become practically brothers, learning how to live with their powers and animalistic needs

I wanted to maybe add a Demon cameo but idk where he could fit 🤘

FAV FANFIC TROPES LETS GO

- Slow burns

-“There was only one bed”

- Denial

- Found family (if you couldn’t tell by this point)

- Characters with no grasp on social cues

- Height difference

- Hurt Comfort

Other fic ideas I think about but aren’t as developed as the previous one

- Spacechild raising a baby (Would probably take place after the first story if it happens to have a sequel)

- Actual superhero origin stories

- Spaceman accidentally clones himself and ends up with an opposite version of him (Basically Tommy and Ace as some kind of opposite twins)

- Re-writing of kiss meets the phantom (Even though it’s already perfect it the way it is)

- Fox and Catman backstory

This is finally over

It’s the 2nd time I’m writing this thing bcs my dumbass forgot to save it 🫶

Anyways If anyone read this whole thing, thank you

I have no idea how to end this 🤘

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lavalampstealer · 10 months

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Okay, I’ve made a compiled dump of lore on my interpretations/versions of IEYTD characters (mainly Phoenix and Handler so far) so I can pin this and ppl won’t have to go looking for old posts. I’ll be updating this as I figure stuff out or if anything changes with them. Apologies if this is a little hard to read, I kind of word-vomited info here and I’ve tried to clean it up a little. Spoiler warning for IEYTD 1 and 2

Buckle up it’s gonna be a long one

First up: Handler, he/him (tumblr doesn’t have yellow text so orange will have to do).

He wears a sleeveless yellow turtleneck over a short sleeved shirt, square glasses, and a yellow headset. Originally a Field Agent for the Agency, he made quite a name for himself and was given the internal/honorary nickname of Agent Moray due to his knack for slipping away from Zor’s clutches while also leaving carnage in his wake (little did people know, he usually ran on pure adrenaline, fear, and general clumsiness that worked out in his favor). He eventually had to retire from field work and become a handler due to him breaking his right leg during his last mission and it not healing properly. Before he had to hang up his spy gear, he was selected to be an early implant tester for the Agency, and the one he got was a rudimentary version of the telekinesis where he could float things in place but not grab objects from afar. He has kept it and it has proved especially useful during his time as a handler for hovering important documents like dossiers and building blueprints/layouts nearby during missions. As for his actual work as a handler, he acts as support to Phoenix, mostly with work related things, but sometimes emotionally as well. He acts as an anchor for Phoenix and is there to bring them back to reality should he notice them getting that glassy-eyed, million mile stare every once in a while. He was very concerned for them in the fallout of Operation: Death Engine and after that he became more attached to them, resulting in him being devastated after Rising Phoenix. If there is anything between him and Phoenix, it leans more towards him being like a father figure than anything else. He usually works from his office in the Agency building (the one from IEYTD 1), but occasionally for more urgent/important/overseas missions, he opts to be nearby (in the crowd in Stage Fright, above Phoenix somewhere in Eaves Drop, outside the chateau in Party Crasher, etc.). If I come up with more I’ll add it to here, 10/10 character.

Next (and probably much longer): Phoenix, they/them.

During IEYTD 1, they had short hair and wore a long sleeve dress shirt and their cyan tie. They were able to do more action-intense missions (hijacking Zor’s sub, sneaking into a cargo plane to steal a car, sneaking onto a shuttle to the Death Engine, etc.) and were generally more aloof about their own safety and pretty much saw their job as just a fun game. However, in the aftermath of Operation DE, their left leg was badly injured and needed to be replaced from the thigh down, so the Agency provided them with a robotic prosthetic. It took them a while to get used to it, and while they can walk, run, and stand with it just fine, it’s a bit difficult for them do more intense activity like, say, hand to hand combat (although a good kick to shin usually has foes doubled over) or dodging projectiles. They also got their facial scars from the DE Incident, with the one on their left cheek coming from the beam that shot into their shuttle when the Death Engine fired for the first time. The other two are just general nicks and gashes from crashing back to Earth. Because of their robotic leg, someone in the Agency gave them the nickname “Tin Can” and it stuck (Phoenix pretends to hate it but thinks it’s amusing). After months of recovery, they were cleared for field work once again where they were given slightly easier missions that have most of the action happen while they’re seated (an exception to this is the implied fight with Gibson before Party Crasher because him being there was unexpected). This time around they prefer to roll up their sleeves because it’s more comfortable, allows for more movement, and it keeps them from getting singed/dirty, but they still wear a cyan tie (a new one since their old one was torn). Their hair grew out during their stint in Medical and they liked it, so they decided to keep it longer. Not much happened to them physically during IEYTD 2, but after Rising Phoenix they had their right arm replaced from the elbow down and got an updated leg (their og prosthetic was shattered in the fall).

I don’t have a design for them as they are in IEYTD 3 yet, so for now just imagine more scarring, longer hair, and a metallic arm from the elbow onwards.

Now, enough about their physical description, now it’s time for more on their mental state(s). After the DE Incident, Phoenix refused to actually dive into their emotions about losing a leg and nearly dying and instead preoccupied themselves with learning to use their new prosthetic and getting well again so they could return to field work. They don’t like to be alone with their thoughts for too long otherwise they start to spiral to a bad place so they’re always listening to some kind of music (a radio, headphones, humming/singing a song to themselves, or just replaying songs in their head). Handler helps them with this and pulls them back to the present every so often. Phoenix also once received an anonymous gift package that contained some very comfy and good quality earbuds (three guesses as to who sent them). They weren’t too surprised by Juniper’s twist of actually being evil (they had an icky feeling about the slimeball ever since they heard his tone in his call during their mission briefing for Jet Set). During Safe and Sound (and by extension, the tutorial), Phoenix gets a sinking feeling that Handler was never truly with the Agency and had betrayed them until Juniper revealed his act. Phoenix is furious with him for toying with them like that and mentally kick themselves for falling for it and for allowing themselves to get that attached to Handler (it’s like a taboo/rule at the Agency for handler and agents to not get connected (they don’t have the budget for employee therapy)).

More random tidbits about them and some other stuff that I couldn’t work into the above paragraphs:

- JJ carries a comb in his pocket at all times because he wants to make sure he always looks good (the smug look on his face undercuts the effect)

- JJ’s hair is more on the side of fluffy/soft but when he slicks it back it looks thinner and more wiry

- Phoenix’s color before getting their TK was a darker blue

- Handler’s favorite flowers were marigolds but after Jet Set, he refuses to have any near him

- Before becoming a handler, Handler’s color was more of an orange before mellowing out to a golden yellow after his retirement from field work

- Phoenix and Handler are injured in opposite legs, to which Handler teases them about them becoming an old man like him (he’s not old, about mid/late 40s-ish, idk)

- Phoenix is around 5’8 while Handler is a little under 5’6

- The Agency trains agents with the implant to use a sort of pointing finger gesture to use their powers but they can develop their own hand sign/gesture that better suits them. The pointer finger is generally effective for everyone but is limited in the sense that the user can’t pick up/float heavy objects. Once agents find a gesture that works best for them, they’re able to lift larger objects (like other people, crates, chairs, etc.). Phoenix has yet to find their gesture

- Background characters do not get a color and are either solid black if they’re with Zoraxis or black with grey or muted gold accents if they’re with the Agency

- Phoenix can and does use their powers in their daily life when they’re off the clock. They use them while cooking to hover ingredients nearby, picking out clothes so that they don’t end up wrinkled on the ground, looking through reports on previous missions to study Zoraxis’ preferred attack methods (explosions, guns, darts, etc.), to grab things from high shelves or faraway, etc. They’re really casual about using it and have to stop themselves from doing it when they go out in public (unless no one’s looking)

- Phoenix isn’t a bad cook, they just like to burn their food on purpose (they like the taste and it annoys Handler)

- Handler is a good cook and gets ticked off whenever Phoenix burns food

- Songs that fit Handler: From The Start by Laufey, The World We Knew and My Way of Life by Frank Sinatra, No More by Manfred Minnich, Nothing by Bruno Major, Slow Summer Swing by Essential Jazz Masters, The Lamp is Low by Laurindo Almeida

- Songs that fit Phoenix: Skeleton Song by Kate Nash, Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny, Leave Me Alone by IDKHOW, Debt Collector, Bad Luck!, and Pressure Bomb 3?!?! by Jhariah (Beginner’s Guide versions), My Way by Frank Sinatra, This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory (thanks @dieing-lilac for sending me some of these <3)

The songs are a mix of songs from ones that fit their general vibes to ones where the lyrics are accurate (to some degree) of their emotions (Phoenix’s especially). 10/10 songs go check them out if you can

Also the way that character colors work for my style/designs is that it’s an artistic choice to color characters’ details rather than their scars/eyebrows/tongues literally being something like blue or green. A character’s color is a reflection of their personality, characteristics, and general feel that I get from them, with the exception of if a character already has a canonical color (like John Juniper and Roxana Prism). Handler is golden yellow because he seems warm and he likes/liked scotch and marigolds, as well as his subtitle color in IEYTD 1 being yellow (albeit a different shade). Zor is red and gold because Zoraxis is also red and gold so it just makes sense that they would have the same colors as their corporation (also the cliché that red=evil, that whole thing). Phoenix is cyan because of their powers and it fits their personality more than red or any other color would. I don’t really have a reason for why Fabricator would be indigo other than her polaroid pic’s lighting looks dark blue/indigo and that it just makes sense to me. Solaris would be orange because of her love for lasers and because her name makes me think of a glowing ember orange. The more of an impact a character has on the story, the brighter/more saturated their color is (Ex: Daniel Sans would have a muted yellow-green and Anna Ulanova would have a muted maroon because they both don’t appear much but aren’t unimportant).

I think that’s all I have for now, but some of Handler and Phoenix’s characterization can’t really be accurately described without just showing them in their element, so I’m thinking of maybe writing a little story about how Phoenix joined the Agency, how their training went, how they got the implant, and how the events of IEYTD 1 and 2 went with them :) No promises though as I’ll have to find time to plan it out, but if I ever do it I’ll be sure to put it on wattpad or ao3 or something, I’ve never posted a story anywhere before so we’ll see how it goes

Enough of my rambling, I set you readers who made it this far free <33 also here’s something for having made it all the way to the end: 🍬

#ieytd #ieytd2 #i expect you to die #agent phoenix #ieytd handler #agent phoenix ieytd #ieytd fandom #john juniper #I am so sorry if this is disorganized #I did say it was gonna be a dump of info didn’t say what the quality would be #also your honor they are in love but neither wants to fully admit it can I bonk them over the head with a squeaky mallet?#it’s now canon that Phoenix has some kind of brain damage #I gotta research how irl trauma works bc I don’t want to write about it/represent it inaccurately by accident #that’s why I was kinda vague abt it in the post #you’re still reading. why. also also while I have your attention go drink some water :)#lava’s rambles

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