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Things Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Finds Attractive About You Pt.II

simon 'ghost' riley x reader, mentions of soap, price, gaz, and alejandro

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing

synopsis: a couple more cute quirks that you possess that ghost can’t get enough of! headcanon edition!

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when you glance at him and smile

you were doing it again

it was the fifth time ghost caught your bright eyes glancing in his direction

and it wouldn’t have come to his attention, after all eye contact was given in accordance to common courtesy if you were discussing matters with someone, but you were lounging halfway across the room

ghost sat alone at the main table

a couple members surrounded you,, occupied in light banter and small talk

alejandro lightly nudged your shoulder, murmuring a casual joke that has soap roaring in laughter

their boisterous voices carry throughout the room which causes ghost to peer up at them

he couldn’t afford to lose concentration,, needing this alone time to debrief about the previous mission (i.e. which formation was most efficient, how many soldiers he still had left, if there were enough food rations)

but

taking a sneak peek couldn’t hurt

fiddling with the strap of his holster, he wordlessly tightens the garment along his waist and watches as the corners of your lips curl into a polite smile while engaging in small talk with the group

he spots soap place a gentle hand on your shoulder, the male twisting himself closer to you, as a way to balance himself while heaving over in laughter at another quip that alejandro shares

before he can think better of it, a ragged breath leaves ghost’s lips at soap’s blatant display of physical affection toward you

fortunately unfortunately his balaclava doesn’t muffle the noise of disdain which causes soap’s attention to snap to him

“somethin’ you want to add, Lt.?” soap challenges with a raised brow, “might need to come closer so we can hear ya.”

soap graces a sly smirk, inadvertently mentioning how ghost was literally the only one that strayed away by being halfway across the room

and soap’s attempt at pestering the other male is glaringly obvious,, especially from the way his hand still lingers around your shoulder

there’s a soft chorus of chuckles that erupt from the rest of the members but you simply await the lieutenant's reaction to the lighthearted prod

ghost doesn’t take the bait though

“I’ll bear it in mind,” he bluntly acknowledges while readjusting in his seat

he wasn’t entirely against the idea of mingling but found that restocking/readjusting his equipment was the first priority

the lieutenant’s casual response leaves the squad speechless,, most expecting him to reprimand soap from the insinuation and their astonished gazes are fixed on him

ghost, however, continues to nonchalantly estimate the amount of ammunition left in his weapons

that is– until a subdued giggle fills the empty air

and he’s aware of that specific sound, doesn’t need to glance up to affirm his belief because it always tugs at his heart in an unfamiliar way

yet, his dark gaze still deviates to find yours

“my apologies. it was just really quiet.”

your voice is meek in comparison to earlier now that ghost’s scrutiny is trained on you and the detail leads to him raising a light-toned brow

the top of his balaclava crinkles due to the action,, a small humane feature that you desperately cling onto

soap also dropped his hand in response to your small outburst and satisfaction creeps up at ghost

he nods once, ease swelling within him at the sight of your untouched shoulder, before returning to concentrate on the equipment in front of him

“yer aff yer heid, bonnie,” soap whispers to you once light chatter erupts again, “I’d sure fix his problem.”

“what’s his problem?”

“the mask,” the scottish male huffs like it was obvious, “it’s always on–”

“I quite like it.”

you quickly interrupt soap’s rambling and he groans upon seeing your infatuated smile and usual faraway glint in your eyes that you adorn whenever you stare at ghost

much like you were committing now

“it’s the mystery,” soap wildly runs his fingers through his mohawk while attempting to explain your interest in the lieutenant, “that’s why the bonnies like him.”

“well,” ghost’s listless eyes reach yours and you finish your confession in a wishful exhale, “I don’t blame them.”

and ghost recognizes the look you’re casting him

that bashful yet alluring glimmer in your stare that has him placing down whatever equipment he was holding so he could rightfully return your gaze

and of course he hears your breathy disclosure,, revealing more than he’d bargained for

but he’s steadfast, not planning on tearing his gaze away, when you abruptly break eye contact with him

ghost blinks– once, twice, three times– upon losing your heated scrutiny an emptiness threatens to swallow him,, his body maneuvering to repose in your direction

legs stretched in front of him, he edges closer to where you stood while crossing his hulking arms

but you’re caught in conversing with someone and his finger taps idly on the table to patiently await the moment your gaze sweeps over to him again

it’s almost pathetic how he waits for your eyes to fix on him

however, when it does, he almost lets out a frazzled breath from beneath his mask

restocking his equipment could wait for another time because you grace him with one of those beguiling smiles that beckons him over– inviting the tempting risk and enticing danger that accompanies ghost wherever he goes

he catches you red-handed when you give him a slow once-over,, dragging your half-lidded eyes across the expanse of his massive physique but finishing your scan with an appreciative simper

and that’s when he finally moves

firmly pushing out the chair from beneath him, his robust legs carry him towards you in a resolute stride

a knowing grin dances on your lips due to his advancing,, the sight as clear as day when ghost shoulders past the members surrounding you

he doesn’t mumble any apologies

instead, he presses himself so close to you that he can distinguish your rapid heartbeat from beneath your fitted shirt and the cadence causes his head to tilt

his ebony eyes narrow upon seeing the growing blush, a shade of rouge, overtake your cheeks and the innocent reaction would’ve fooled him if he didn’t know what you secretly were

a vixen

he dips his head lower and the next words he utters drips from his tongue like smooth ambrosia

“see somethin’ you like, doll?”

your voice

ghost had a love/hate relationship with missions

on one hand, he was going in blind about the amount of recruits he’d lose

It was a constant risk of precious lives, one’s that had family/friends/people waiting for them back at home, with every mission

yet, leading the squad through missions kept his mind still,, rendering him too busy focusing on basic survival than fighting the incessant thoughts within his mind that strangled him during his free time

the loneliness, mental exhaustion, and emptiness eating at him until he could no longer stand it

but there was also you

“bravo 0-7, how copy?”

filtering through the radio’s static, your voice is carried through as a gentle melody in ghost’s tactical headset

the question cuts through the debris that he crushes beneath his heavy boots

he recognizes a heavy exhale from one of the recruits following behind him and he raises a hand to silence them

hearing your voice directions is crucial

but secretly, he’s glad that the higher ups invested in the latest technology so he could hear your voice clearly

especially the soothing inflection of his alias

“this is bravo 0-7,” he replies, never one to delay his responses to you

“lieutenant.”

and he’s familiar with that pleased tone that’s shared in the troop’s comms

the teasing purr of his rank visibly causes some of the newer recruits to freeze in their movements,, mind straying to less than innocent scenarios from the way you uttered it

before he can control himself, he casts an annoyed glare at them that (of course) goes unnoticed by you

his haunting eyes narrow considerably to wordlessly serve as a threat for their childish behavior

“(y/n),” he directs his attention to the seedy enclosure before him, “give me a reading.”

there’s a minute of silence, which ghost anxiously listens for any background noise that indicates if you’re in danger, before your voice crackles, “enemy ground cluster spotted. wiped them out asap.”

“atta girl.”

unbeknownst to him, your finger hovers above the communication button so the shaky exhale you let out from his praise isn’t heard

and he’s aware you had to excuse yourself due to his subtle approval

“target destruction confirmed,” captain price’s authoritative voice reminds ghost to refocus on the task at hand, “heading to the next destination.”

the squad synchronizes their movements to head south, in accordance to the enemies’ location

“where are your sights at, (y/n),” ghost implores while readjusting the mic so it sits snugly over his mask

unfortunately, his finger unknowingly bumps against his equipment and puts the two of you in a private channel

which you decide to take full advantage of

he casts a cautious glance in all directions before gesturing to the recruits to fall in behind him

it’s silent besides the branches that ghost prods away while he trudges through a clearing

steadying the throwing knife in his hand, he recognizes the cool metal while the weight of the weapon is slight in his grasp

as light as a feather

he’s more than accustomed to the ridges, grooves, and feel of the knife,, using it in necessary combat situations

but his dependable grip, the one that’s effortlessly shoved the weapon into countless enemies, falters when you answer his inquiry in a breathy voice

“my sights are locked on you, lieutenant.”

and it’s a line that could be taken two ways: you were watching ghost’s six or you were solely engaged on him for personal reasons

the fact was– your gaze was trained on him

it causes satisfaction,, scorching hot which spreads through him and keeps him warm in the chilly weather

and your utterance is as sweet as sugar that ghost is certain that you spout liquid honey when you part your lips

he reasons that’s probably why your lips are always so glossy whenever he sees you

ghost shifts, eyes trailing to the distant watch tower that you’re situated at, and slowly shakes his head

you were up to no good

“you’re trouble,” he reprimands but there’s no bite in his tone, “be good, will ya?”

“and if I’m not?”

there it is again, the sultry tone that drips from your voice to infer that there’s a double meaning

he halts to a stop, dragging a gloved hand over his face in an attempt to regain his self-control, and fights back a strangled groan

“come here then, pup,” his voice is so low-pitched that it serves as an inviting taunt, “say it to my face.”

and his self-restraint is thinning, becoming nonexistent because of the dangerous game you were playing

the desire to remind you of the high risk that accompanies cheeky comments floods within him

turning away from the other recruits to maintain some privacy, he’s initially pleased when he doesn’t hear your immediate retort

it seemed like you were finally learning that fueling fire wasn’t always the safest decision

but goodness did it create an indulgent buzz

and he curses under his breath when your brazen response crackles through the comms

“you serve our country,” your lips curl at the ends as you breathe out, “I just want to serve you.”

when you laugh at his jokes

honestly ghost wouldn’t coin himself as being a “jokester”

prefers if the other members told jokes to keep the mood lighthearted,, which he knows is essential to keeping up morale during missions

but if the time comes then his quick thinking is perfect for him to conjure up a joke or two

granted, it wouldn’t be the best jokes

ghost’s humor could be described as— interesting

very interesting

and a consensus that the other squad members agree with is that his jokes lean more towards dark humor >.>

like don’t get them wrong! dark humor could be used to transcend heavier emotions and share stronger emotions,, which is especially the case for ghost but they prefer to keep the jests easygoing (for the most part)

and ghost doesn’t really mind when his humor is overlooked in most situations since he understands it’s an acquired preference

but boy do you live to test him

“please? can’t you tell me at least one?”

you were at it again,, forcing your hands together while you conjured up all your effort to make your bottom lip quiver in a dramatic pout

leave it to you to corner ghost in the hallway right when he exited the maintenance room

caught him by surprise too! had to abruptly halt to stop the front of his tactical vest from bumping into you since he almost didn’t spot you because you were tucked so close to the doorway

he had raised a single, sharp brow to wordlessly ask if you needed anything from him,, mostly expecting that you’d usher him somewhere else to gather next mission’s intel

but ghost didn’t predict that you’d practically raced across the base just to ask him to tell you a joke

“just haven’t heard you tell one to the task force,” you casually explained which only added to his confusion

and he doesn’t know what aided in your curiosity to hear one of his jokes since you never disclosed how it had been a topic discussed among the group,, about how hearing a joke from ghost was a rarity

a part of you wished to prove them wrong

so you drew your lower lip between your teeth and dragged your eyes up until they were leveled with his

“please? for me?”

he can hear the lighter pitch of your voice when you’re pleading like this but he remains unmoving,, only crossing his arms to watch the act you put on

the corners of your mouth fall almost unceremoniously upon noticing ghost’s impassive front,, the goal of hearing one of his jokes slowly floating further and further away from your grasp

when you press yourself close enough for him to get a whiff of your sweet perfume, however, he rasps, “don’t do that.”

“what?”

“you think every time you say, ‘please? for me?’ I’ll do whatever you want,” ghost chides while slowly shaking his head, “well, not this time.”

because he knows better than to give in to your every whim– no matter how insignificant it was

it would build a bad habit if he always agreed to taking on your work or tasks,, which would evolve into small demands that he’d be burdened to complete along with his personal work

at least, he thinks he knows better

but then you nibble on your bottom lip and softly ask again, “please? for me?”

and he finds himself huffing out a heavy breath, dragging his gloved hand across his face, and uttering, “fine.”

so he stiffly stands there, lost in thought, until a couple awkward moments of silence pass

by this time you weren’t expecting much, assuming that ghost would rely on a cliche joke to tell you since you hadn’t given him much time to prepare in advance

but his throaty voice knocks you out of your stupor, “what do you call someone who just got run over by a tank?”

and there you go– you had all that you desired since ghost managed to tell you a joke

he observes how you tilt your head,, mind racing in response to his joke before you ultimately give up with a small shrug

his eyes follow the gentle curve of shoulders before meeting your gaze again

ghost figures that he’d answer for you

“crunchy.”

a beat of silence,, ghost glances away

there’s no way he would’ve envisioned the feedback you’d give him in return to his (rather) dark humor but hearing your overjoyed giggles made him think he’d hit the ultimate jackpot

“that’s a good one,” you manage to compliment between your fit of laughter, “I liked it.”

your hand outstretched to gently shove at ghost’s arm,, aware of the solid mass that served as the top of his bicep and you immediately withdraw your hand at the realization

peering back at you, he recognizes the mirth that swirls in your eyes and notes the pride that swells within him

because you’re laughing at his joke

the intensity grips at him,, threatening to never let him go so long as you’re next to him

it’s addicting

he quietly continues staring at you as your mouth curves into a delighted smile

and he tries to memorize the action,, comparing your smile to the brilliant half-moons that he’d spot in the dark skies during nightly missions,, and the sight is almost too beautiful to avert his gaze from

similar to how a person that enjoys art ogles at intricate and exquisite paintings

before he rethinks his decision, he decides to speak up

“don’t smile at me like that.”

and although it sounds like a reprimand, the words leave his lips almost tenderly as he gazes at you

saying “please”

you weren’t typically one to complain about a long, drawn-out day because learning how to cope with them was part of your job

but today just wasn’t your day :(

from hauling extra equipment across the base, getting a light scolding from the higher-ups, and waiting for directions while in the frigid air– it was exhausting

not to mention that the oncoming headache, as well as chills, indicated that sickness was upon you

and as the back of your head hit the couch’s plush pillow,, your relieved exhale was a huge indicator that relaxing was the dream for you

yet, having time to rest was too good to be true

as price ushered the rest of 141 to gather around, there was a debate to enforce lookout duty for the night

just the usual scouting for any navigation marks, ships, or hazards,, which was more difficult to spot in the dark

there were clear directions given to the members on who would be put on lookout duty

and what do you know, it was your turn to lead

so you’re absolutely dreading your shift, desperately attempting to shrug the burden off to someone else

“soap,” you hesitantly call out before the task force members could waltz to their own rooms, “do me a solid and trade shifts with me, will you?”

there’s a flicker of consideration in soap’s cerulean-colored eyes when he notices your lack of energy and enthusiasm towards lookout duty but he’s unwilling to give up his few hours of rest as well

“am pure done in. I can’t stay awake,” soap explains with a grimace, “sorry ‘bout that, bonnie.”

forcing the frown on your face to turn into a stiff smile, you allow him to brush past you while you reassure him, “I understand.”

then you were onto your next victim comrade

“how about you, gaz,” you shift closer to the sergeant just before he leaves, “mind taking lookout duty from me?”

he pivots using the heel of his foot, not quite expecting that you’d ask because you were usually the first to volunteer for the shift, and raises his brows

gaz tips his cap in your direction to serve as an apologetic gesture, “afraid I can’t, (y/n).”

and just like that, the entirety of the squad leaves you standing in the main room

defeated

your eyes catch the burnt-orange hue casted along the horizon, signaling that dusk was upon you and your stalling would be inevitable

with a huff, you’re about to leave the room to situate yourself at the observatory deck when you catch sight of a lingering figure

“lieutenant?”

upon hearing his rank, ghost glances up from his task of dusting off his handgun and crumples the dirty rag in his hand

he’s leaning against the edge of the table, feet spread apart to stabilize himself

his dead-set eyes wordlessly prods you to continue talking and you force down the lump in your throat, “sorry. I was just surprised to see you still here, that’s all.”

he’s clearly exhausted

the usual tenseness in his shoulders has slowly diminished to where he appears withdrawn

yet he thumbs at the weapon’s magazine and your eyes watch as the design on his gloves seem to dance at the action

ghost nods once,, not one for small talk and you internally groaned at that late realization

silence ensues

when an idea pops into your mind– why not ask ghost to take your watch duty?

he’d understand, right?

inklings of doubt begin to gnaw at you but you were utterly desperate for rest tonight and your headache was worsening by the second

“sir,” you meekly initiate before you have the chance to back down, “would you be willing to take my lookout duty shift?”

your voice wavers, it’s blatantly obvious, and the anxiousness urges you to ramble on, “sorry! I don’t usually ask others to switch with me. it’s just been a really long day and I think I could benefit with some sleep. which, now that I’m thinking about it, anyone would benefit from sleep since everyone’s exhausted from the mission but what I’m trying to say is–”

ghost raises a gloved hand

it’s a silent command to get you to halt and he rises to his feet

you note the way his eyes deliberately scan the room before taking a step in your direction

his tactical gear rattles,, the clasps slightly swinging due to the movement but he crosses the space between the two of you with ease

the close proximity is perfect to get a glimpse of his opaque eyes which are obscured from smudged eye paint

tucking his index finger underneath your chin, he lifts your face so you’re forced to maintain his stare, and his pale lashes flutter when he narrows his eyes

“use your words.”

the command is throaty, gruff, and deliciously low

it takes you a second to regain your composure, inwardly stunned at how enticing his voice sounded, and decide to take a moment to gather your thoughts

his touch is warm

and ghost’s gaze was specifically fixed on you

however, his hard stare flickers when your teeth gently tug at your bottom lip while you ponder the most effective way to get your point across

you would need to use your final resort to sway ghost into covering your shift!

“I’m just not feeling the best right now and would really appreciate it if you took lookout duty instead.” you explained in sincerity

it’s a good tactic– great even, but it wasn’t the final trick up your sleeve

but it didn’t matter what you were explaining to ghost (whether you were giving him a half-assed excuse or ultimately feeling unwell) because he wasn’t listening,, too focused on the glimmer that shined within your wide eyes

and the sparkle became more apparent under the dim light

ghost’s grasp tilted your chin upwards,, he’s silent and awaiting your next ploy

he, however, wasn’t expecting the next word to tumble from your lips in a soft, pleading whisper

“please.”

his restraint runs alarmingly thin,, his finger that’s tucked underneath your chin twitches and the desire to encourage you to say it again is evident

“what was that?”

the question is uttered so dangerously low that you gulp before softly repeating, “please, lieutenant.”

and goodness did you look alluring while voicing it

he’s at a standstill

not to mention that he delights in the unwarranted swipe of your tongue over your plush lips,, wetting them just enough to shine

and as he’s staring down at you, you’re peering up at him but he’s so unbelievably tall that you crowd yourself closer

bloody hell

the warmth radiating off your body reminds him of your proximity and before he can fall victim to your coquetry he reels back

who was he to tell you no?

“fine.”

it’s a simple response uttered by ghost that immensely pleases you and you can’t help but wonder how permissive he was about it

“really?” you question, brows shooting up in surprise because it was rare for the lieutenant to willingly volunteer to cover someone else’s lookout duty

he drops the hand holding your chin and nods once

busying himself by rechecking his handgun for full ammunition, he chastises how easily he made his decision

can’t blame him though

ghost would’ve been a goner if you continued pleading to him using your expressive eyes,, the ones that cause his fingers to inch closer to hold you

the most dangerous weapon he’s faced (in all honesty)

and he’d rather NOT be rendered speechless in front of you

he tucks the gun into the proper spot on his holster and turns to leave in accordance to his end of the compromise

but not before he coolly mentions, “you should do that more.”

you’re confused but ultimately satisfied to have finally issued your shift to someone else

head tilting due to ghost’s comment, you decide to clarify what he meant

“do what more, lieutenant?”

“beg.”

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Tiny Stitches (Adrian Chase x gn!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Graphic injury detail, Handjob

Summary: Your Halloween plans are cancelled last minute. You’re ready for a night alone eating Halloween candy until Vigilante comes to your door needing stitched up.

A/N: Based on this ask by @impossibleheartflower - thank you! No pronouns are used but the reader is wearing a slutty nurse outfit. It’s pretty nondescript (e.g. no specific mention of skirt or pants) so the slutty nurse outfit can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe the real slutty nurse outfit is the friends we made along the way.

Masterlist

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You dip your hand in your bubble bath to test the temperature - it’s not exactly going to make up for the fact that your Halloween date flaked at the last second but you know you’ll feel better when you take off this ridiculous costume and sink into the bubbles.

You hear a distant knock from your front door and turn off the tap.

It’s sort of late for trick-or-treaters. Right? Maybe your apartment is the last stop for the kids who live in your building. You don’t want to end up on a register somewhere so you pull on a robe over your sexy nurse costume.

“Coming!” You rush out of the bathroom to unchain your front door.

You let out a gasp of shock when you open it. Thud. A man’s body falls backwards into your apartment.

“What the fuck?!”

Is he… dead?

Dread fills you as your eyes ping over every part of his figure, looking for signs of life. But it’s hard to tell when he’s dressed in a black and teal Halloween costume with his face completely concealed by a mask.

Almost completely.

His eyes are just visible behind the red visor on his mask. He blinks up at you. He blinks. He’s alive.

The man dressed up as the masked Vigilante of Evergreen groans. “It’s me... Sorry.”

That voice is familiar. “Who- ?”

Vigilante stares up at you standing over him. He knows he’s got more pressing matters to worry about than being offended that you don’t recognise his voice but he can’t help it. He’d know your voice anywhere. Hell, he even recognises the way your keys jingle in the hallway when you get home from work.

“I’m your neighbour… from across the hall.” He clutches his side with one hand so he can rip off his mask with the other.

Oh.

‘Hot guy’ is the stupid thought that pops into your head when you stare at his upside-down face lying across your doorway. You realise who he is now after all, under his Halloween costume, with his dark, curly hair and sharp jaw - all that’s missing is his glasses. You’re not even sure of his name - you’ve been so used to referring to him as ‘Hot Guy Across The Hall’ in your friends’ group chat for months that you’re more accustomed to calling him that in your head.

‘Hot Guy Across The Hall took a package in for me today.’

‘I bet you’d like to take a package from Hot Guy Across The Hall.’

You snap out of it when you see a trickle of blood drip onto your floor. You look at the gloved hand clutching his side - he’s holding a wound on his abdomen. A dark puddle of blood leaks through the fabric, staining the white parts of his gloves crimson. A new terror sets in as you realise he’s been attacked.

“Please, I need a nurse.”

“This…” You look down at your red and white polyester outfit and the plastic stethoscope around your neck that’s visible underneath your open robe. “This is a Halloween costume.”

“I know that. I’ve seen you in scrubs.”

“I’m a vet.”

“Uh, thank you for your service?”

“A veterinarian.” You stick your head out the door and look up and down the hallway, worried about anyone stumbling upon the bloody scene. “Get in here.” You slip off your robe so you can move freely, then bend down and drag Hot Guy Across The Hall by his underarms into your apartment, sliding him across your wooden floor and shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he's heavier than he looks.

Shit, what was his name?

“Aidan, right?”

“Close enough.” He groans, staring up at your ceiling.

“Can you get up if I help you?”

“Mhm,” he winces in affirmation and you bend down to put his arm around his shoulder. He inhales sharply, holding onto his side as you help him across your small apartment into your bedroom. You’re glad your apartment is clean. Not that you’d admit out loud that you’d tidied it specifically just in case your date had gone well tonight.

You help him onto your fresh bedspread. The blood is definitely going to stain your new sheets. Perfect.

“Okay, let’s see what we’re dealing with,” you say, tossing the plastic stethoscope aside and sitting beside him on the edge of the bed so you can assess the wound. “Wait, is your costume a onesie?”

“No,” he groans. “I just need to take off the belt-” He swears when he removes his hand from his side to unfasten his gunbelt. A jolt of adrenaline courses through you when you realise that attached to him are real guns.

“Okay, let me do that. You just keep applying pressure.” You firmly move his hands from his belt to his wound. The sound of metal on metal clicks in your silent bedroom when you gently unthread the belt from the loops. “There we go, you’re doing great,” you soothe as you place the belt and his gun on the floor and roll up the top half of his suit. Your fingers tremble slightly when you realise the fabric under them isn’t cheap polyester. It’s thick. Lined with what you expect is Kevlar. This is no bargain bin Halloween costume.

Oh shit.

There’s a long but shallow knife wound running down his ribs. It doesn’t look like there’s any damage to his vital organs. But it’s gruesome. “I’ll get my car keys - I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“Wait!” He tries to sit up but yelps in pain and lies back again.

“Please, I can’t go there… Too many questions.”

It confirms your suspicions.

“You’re not dressed up for Halloween.” It’s not a question but you look up to see his response all the same. You’ve been so focused on his injury that you haven’t noticed the way his green eyes have been searching your face. He slowly shakes his head and looks at you beseechingly. Ugh. You can’t say no to those pretty eyes. It’s why you ended up becoming a vet - you just can’t resist the stupid, puppy-dog eyes.

“I don’t have any anaesthetic. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Thanks.”

“Keep that sentiment in mind when you’re screaming in a second.”

You leave him and boil some water while you busy yourself finding your medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. You set up your things on the bedside table while you sit on a throw pillow on the floor next to the bed.

“God, this is always the worst bit.” He says, squinting at you dipping the gauze in the boiled water, getting ready to clean out the wound.

“Don’t you normally wear glasses?”

“They’re in my pocket.”

You reach into his pocket and carefully place them on his face. “Better?” He nods. “Or maybe you don’t wanna see this?”

“Aren’t you gonna clean it out with vodka first?” He asks as your hand hovers over his wound, holding the gauze.

“Hell no - that’s only in the movies. Alcohol can damage your tissue. This is for us.” You open the bottle with one hand, take a quick swig and shudder before handing him the bottle.

“Shouldn’t you be sober for this?”

“Hey, the dogs never complain when I turn up to work drunk.”

“They don’t?”

Your face cracks into a smile as you take in the sincerity of his look. “A joke. I’m joking.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” He takes a long gulp of vodka, screws up his face and passes it back to you.

You clean his wound and he clenches his fists, breathing heavily.

“So, you said you’ve done this before?” You ask, trying to distract him.

“Yeah,” he says through gritted teeth.

You scan his toned lower abdomen and spot a gruesome-looking scar just under his navel. “Oof, I can tell. That looks like shit.”

“Hey-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you give the wound one last wipe.

You thread the sterilised needle. “You ready?”

“Wait.” He extends his arm towards the vodka and you pass it to him so he can take another drink. He shakes his head. “Ready.”

“I’ll be quick. I promise.”

He groans when the needle breaks his skin. “So, what’s your name? If it’s not Aidan.” If you keep him talking, you can take his mind off the pain. Keep him conscious.

“It’s Adrian.”

“How about that? I was close.”

“I know yours. I get your packages sometimes.” He says your full name and address as if reciting a poem.

“Well remembered,” you say, furrowing your brow in concentration as you make the next stitch. He grabs your shoulder instinctively.

“Sorry,” he whimpers.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”

His grip tightens at that.

“Anyway, how come you’re home more than me? You always get my packages. Doesn’t doing all this keep you busy?”

“I work nights. Mostly. Evenings too at my other job.”

“You’re a waiter, right? I’ve seen your uniform.”

“Busboy.”

“That’s cool,” you jabber on, focusing on keeping him distracted. “Must be a pretty convincing secret identity.”

“Right?!” He perks up at your compliment, extremely pleased that you think his secret identity is a good one.

“Bussing tables in the evenings then committing murder at night?”

“It’s not murder.” He grimaces again. The grip on your shoulder is now vice-like. “It’s holding people accountable.”

“Sure, sure…” you say. You feel strangely calm. It’s as if the shy, awkward dude on your bed is just cosplaying as Vigilante. Even though you’re currently stitching up his fresh wound from whatever the fuck it is he’s been up to tonight.

“...You’re not gonna, like, tell anyone, right?” You feel his eyes studying your face as you continue stitching him up.

“That depends. What are you gonna do for me?”

For some reason, his cheeks turn crimson and he blinks rapidly behind his glasses.

“Uh, like what?” he blusters.

“Does your job have any perks?

“Uh… Do you need me to kill someone?”

“No!” And despite the absurdity of the question, you laugh. “I meant like free pink lemonade for life in exchange for stitching you up.”

“Ohhhh, right. I dunno. I might get asked a lot of questions if I give you free drinks.”

“More questions than you’d get at the hospital if I took you there instead?”

“Uh, no, probably not.” He chews his lower lip seriously and it makes you feel bad for teasing him in his sorry state.

“I’m kidding, dude. My lips are sealed.”

The fact he’s Vigilante doesn’t scare you in the way you know it should. You know you should absolutely phone the police. But you kind of enjoy sharing this. A dirty little secret between the two of you.

“Pink lemonade is overhyped,” he says after a few beats.

“Is is not! It’s like the best kind of lemonade.”

“It is - ow! Sorry! Okay, sorry for saying it’s overhyped! Pink lemonade is great. Jesus.”

“That wasn’t on purpose - sorry. It’s just the last stitch… Keep holding onto my shoulder if you want?” Before you even finish the suggestion, his blood-stained gloved grips onto your white nurse outfit. “You’re being so brave.”

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers.

His whimper makes you feel flustered in a way you hadn’t expected. And you’re pretty sure it’s nothing to do with the task at hand.

You can’t think of a response to comfort him. Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired - usually, your patients are much fluffier. You stop short of calling him a good boy and patting his head

Finally, you tie off your last stitch and squeeze some antibacterial ointment onto the neat row of stitches.

“Done. Now take a look at this.” With difficulty, he hoists himself into his elbows to look at his stomach. “Evenly spaced stitches, not too tight, yeah? Now look at these.” You point at the scar on his lower abdomen. “Tiny stitches. They’re too tight. And you shouldn’t make X’s when you sew yourself up. Not bad for a second try, though.”

“That was like the fifth time I’ve done it,” he pouts. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Look, you can feel how it’s gone all bumpy.” You trace your fingers along the scar, feeling the way the skin has healed unevenly under the trail of hair on his stomach.

He flushes again as he looks down at you, your fingers brushing his abdomen.

“What?”

“Sorry.” He lies back again, determinedly looking at the ceiling.

“For what? Oh.” Your forearm brushes against something hard in his pants as you remove your hand from his stomach. “My bad.”

“It’s not - ” he winces, trying to sit up further but changes his mind mid-way through. “Fuck.”

“Does it hurt?”

“My… my boner?”

“No!” You crack up laughing again and he joins in uncertainly as if not sure why. “Your very recent knife wound?”

“Oh. Yeah. I mean - no.” His eyes linger on your body and you suddenly feel very aware of the fact that you’re kneeling at his side wearing not very much clothing. He swallows and looks away quickly. “Y’know, I should go. I don’t wanna ruin your night.”

You laugh like it’s nothing. That this whole situation is totally in your comfort zone.

“Don’t worry about it. I was supposed to be going to a Halloween party with a date but they bailed.”

“They bailed on you?”

“Eh, it happens.” You shrug. “They mighta had a better offer.”

“Than you?” He looks at you seriously and pushes his glasses higher up his nose. “No way. Not possible. You’re, like, a ten.”

You tilt your head and look at him carefully. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when you get up from the floor, sit on the bed next to him and place the back of your hand on his forehead.

“Wha - what are you doing?”

“You don’t seem to have a fever…” His eyebrows scrunch together as he gazes up at you through his wire-rimmed frames. “I just thought you might be hallucinating.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not hot.”

“You don’t have to compliment me just because I stitched you up.”

“Am not!” he protests like you’re teasing him. “I’d compliment you all the time if you didn’t run off every time I saw you.”

It’s your turn to protest. “I do not ‘run off’.”

Although it’s not strictly true. You sort of do. You just thought he hadn’t noticed.

“Uh, yeah!” he says. “When you picked up that package last week? It was kinda impressive how fast you sprinted across the hall.”

You feel heat rising in your neck as you remember it. He had answered the door wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, grinning as you read the indiscreet label plastered on the front.

‘HOSPITAL HOTTIE - ADULT FANTASY LINGERIE’

You had stammered a quick thanks before fleeing back to your apartment where you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, eyes closed, not sure whether to text your friends immediately with this news or to strip off and take a cold shower.

You look down at your almost bare legs and smooth out the front of your outfit, now wishing you hadn’t so hastily thrown off your bathrobe. It must look ridiculous.

“Y’know when I saw the label, I thought a lot about what was in that package.”

Your eyes dart up instinctively to see if he’s making fun of you. He’s smiling. But sincerely. It’s a cute smile. With dimples.

“You did?”

“Tch - Hell yeah I did. I sort of… I dunno. Fantasised about this, I guess.”

Your throat feels dry. “About this?”

“Yeah, I mean I thought I might have been dreaming when you actually opened the door like that.”

You look at him suspiciously. “Adrian… did you - did you get stabbed on purpose so I’d take care of you?”

“What? No! I never get stabbed.”

“Never?”

You touch the scar on his lower abdomen again and this time - intentionally - your forearm rests on his crotch.

“Well, hardly ever.”

“You should let me stitch you up from now on,” you say, as your fingers dance down his stomach. “The next rare occasion you get stabbed.”

The heel of your hand barely grazes the tip of his hard cock through his pants. When his eyes lock onto yours, you know you’re not being slick. He swallows. You freeze. You’re worried you’ve overstepped.

You both stare at each other for a few seconds.

You realise you’ve been holding your breath. “What else was in your fantasy?” you whisper in an exhale.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes like he’s throwing caution to the wind. “This.” His gloved hand clamps on top of yours faster than you’d have expected in his injured state and he firmly moves your hand over his cock.

Fuck it.

Your hands work urgently, unzipping the suit hugging his waistline and suddenly his warm cock is under your palm.

He suppresses a groan of pain and you look up in alarm, worried that you’ve hurt him somehow but you can see he’s trying to sit up.

“Lie back - you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“It’s - ow, fuck - it’s worth it if I can kiss you.”

You push his chest back gently so he’s lying on your pillows and kneel on the bed to kiss him. As soon as your lips meet his, he tries to lift himself up again, lurching himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you push, more firmly this time, onto his chest so he can’t sit up.

You lean your forehead against his and his glasses push into your brow. “Keep still. Nurse’s orders.”

“I thought you were a vet,” he says breathlessly.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

You lick your palm, wrap your hand around his cock and slide it along his shaft.

“Oh fuck... Fuck - you’re so hot. Where - where have you been all my life?”

His eyebrows knit together in a beautiful, pathetic sort of way that makes your lower tummy burn dangerously.

“Across the hall in this slutty little outfit. Waiting to take care of you.”

“Holy fucking shit.” He tenses his thighs and jerks his hips up into your slick fist with a laboured groan.

“Don’t. Stay still,” you tell him sternly. For some reason your reprimand makes him clench his jaw.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Yeah? I bet you do. I bet you’ve been jerking off thinking about it.”

“Y- yeah,” he gasps. His cheeks are flushed pink. You don’t think it’s from embarrassment - you have a feeling he doesn’t embarrass easily so you press on.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been - shit - I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”

“Doing what?” Your hand picks up pace and he squirms underneath your touch.

“I told you. This.”

“Just this?”

“Fuck. No.”

“Tell me then,” you repeat.

“I wanted to - oh god - when you ran across the hall, I wanted to grab you.” His voice strains. “Pull down your scrubs and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t forget my name again.”

You feel yourself dissolving then and there. “Shit. I would have let you.”

“Ah - fuck,” he whispers as he throbs under your hand. “Let me. Please.”

“No.” You stay in your kneeling position on the bed - one hand bracing against his chest to prevent him from sitting up and the other pumping up and down his cock. “You’re hurt. Lemme take care of you.”

He whimpers and pushes his head back into your pillows. The muscles in his pale neck tighten as he swallows hard. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed sensitive flesh of his throat.

“Relax, Adrian,” you murmur, your mouth pressed against his skin.

When his name leaves your lips, his groan vibrates in his throat against your mouth in response.

“Fuck - fuck - you feel so good.”

“You know where’d feel better, right?”

Adrian’s hips jerk up into your hand again. You don’t scold him this time - you let him squirm and work his hips in sync with your fist. He can handle it.

You kiss along his jawline and meet his lips again.

“Cum for me and you can fuck me when you’re healed,” you whisper.

And quicker than you’d expected - he does.

A shaky gasp leaves his lips and without really realising you’re doing it, you pant with him, breathing each other’s air as spurts of warmth coat your fingers. Your hand flexes along his length as you milk every last rope of cum from him and he collapses back onto your fluffy, white pillows.

Grabbing tissues from your bedside table, he lets you clean him up without complaint as he breathes heavily, staring at your ceiling.

“Better?” You give him a wry smile and he brings his gaze back to you.

“Yeah…” He looks down at his new stitches apprasingly. “I just wish I hadn’t been stabbed.”

“Yeah, well I’m kind of glad you were.”

He laughs so hard that he winces in pain and holds his side again. “Fuck. You’re kind of a freak, you know that, right?”

“Maybe I just like helping injured little things that give me puppy dog eyes.”

Adrian exhales a gentle laugh and fixes his glasses.

“Did you mean what you said about stitching me up again?”

You meet his green eyes. “Did you mean what you said about fucking me so hard I’d never forget your name again?”

“Uh, yeah? Obviously.”

“Then sure.” You toss the used tissue into the trash can and kiss him again. “Fucking sounds good. Pink lemonade is overhyped, anyway.”

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krirebr · 4 months

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Krismas Party ask incoming! ✨

Where are Ransom and reader from We are the vain & We are blind now?

Thank you for asking about these two! I'm so obsessed with them and just want to talk about them all the time. 😂 Also, we need a name for this AU. I've sort of been calling it my Psycho Killer AU, because all the titles come from the lyrics of that Talking Heads song, but do we like that? Does it fit?

Anyway after Don't Touch Me, I'm a Real Live Wire, they got the hell out of Boston. Then?

Qu'est-ce Que C'est

Pairing: dark!Randsom Drysdale x dark!f!Reader

Warnings: references to feeding off people, references to group sex, references to hunting people, these two psychos just being themselves, All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

You leaned back against Ransom’s chest. He balanced himself on one hand, while the other slowly moved up and down your stomach. You hummed into his chest. This was perfect. You were lounging on a blanket on the Champs du Mars, the lit-up Eiffel Tower looming over you.

“You happy, baby?” Ransom asked, his voice still gritty from sleep. He always took forever to wake up. You hummed your answer into his chest as the lights twinkled down on you. “I can’t believe you wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. We’re surrounded by tourists.”

“We are tourists,” you said, grinning up at him. “It’s my first time in Paris, of course, I wanted to see this.”

He wrinkled his nose in distaste. “We are not tourists. We have a place here. We’re expats, if anything. It’s your first time of many, little rabbit. We’ll spend years here.” You loved it when he talked like that, building a life together, traveling the world, wherever you wanted. This was what you’d always wanted—always deserved. And now you got to have it forever.

“You know,” Ransom murmured as his hand slowly traveled further up your abdomen, “if I remember right, you did promise me something for deigning to visit this tourist trap.”

“It’s not a tourist trap,” you chided, “it’s beautiful.” It was. The lit tower filled the night sky and the Champ du Mars was still decorated with the last vestiges of Christmas. It was all terribly romantic. “But you’re right. I promised whatever you wanted for breakfast. See anything that looks good?”

“Mmm,” Ransom hummed as he scanned the area. You looked around, too. You liked to see if you could predict what he’d choose. Test how well you knew him, his tastes. A few people were milling about alone, but Ransom always woke up hungry, so you knew he wouldn’t be very interested in sharing. It was late enough in the night that there weren’t many families around, but the few there were would be a hard pass. So that left couples, but those were plentiful, so you’d need to narrow it down to make a decent guess. Your sense of smell wasn’t nearly as developed as his, so you were at a distinct disadvantage, you knew. Still, your eyes roved over the crowd, trying to suss out what he’d want tonight.

“Ah,” he sighed, his hand stilling on your chest, nodding towards a young couple, sitting on a blanket much like your own, bundled up for a night picnic – the man pouring wine into travel cups. “That’s an excellent vintage, I can smell it from here. It’ll add a nice brightness to the blood.”

You took his word for it. If you’d learned anything about him in the last few months, it was that he had an excellent palate. You tilted your neck around so that you could look at him. “Want me to get them for you? Bring them somewhere quiet?”

He shook his head. “I’ll come with you. I want to watch you work. You’re getting good at it.”

You grinned at him, grateful for the compliment. “It’s my favorite part,” you said, as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, lightly nipping at the skin there. You’d expected his obsession with your neck to wane now that he wasn’t able to feed on you, but even after a few months of being a vampire, his fixation remained.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “Should we ask for directions? Or maybe offer up a ménage à quatre?”

You laughed as you slid out of his lap and turned around to face him on your knees. “Well, they do say that Paris is for lovers.”

He grinned at you hungrily. “Oh? Is that what they say?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed and leaned forward to kiss him. He leaned into it, quickly taking control, making it filthy, uncaring of all the people around you. You could have sworn you could feel the blood thrumming in your veins, despite knowing that was impossible. It was how you always felt when he touched you, more alive than you ever felt when you actually were.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Alright,” he said, ”ménage à quatre it is.”

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neochan · 2 years

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DEATH WISH (M)

PAIRING | vampire!haechan x vampire!reader

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | lots of cheesy vampire jokes and mentions of blood

A.N | i'm considering making this a full fic, so if you like it, please tell me!

everyone wants to take a bite out of their lab partner every once in a while, right?

especially when his blood thumped and pounded through the bulging vein running along the side of his porcelain neck. he was so fair, almost translucent, and if you narrowed your eyes enough, you might just be able to make out the dark red hue of ecstasy.

okay maybe not everyone fantasized about that kind of biting, but right now you were fighting to control the itch stinging the back of your throat.

it had been a while since your last feed, shifts at the hospital growing further and further apart thanks to your heavy college course load, and it was taking an immense toll on you.

you felt tired all day despite not being able to sleep, your usual bright amber eyes were a dark muddy brown, and of course the worst part of it being the constant itch in the back of your throat that had you looking at everyone like a gourmet meal.

the boy whose neck you had been concentrating on drops the thin test tubes into the rack and turns to you, "so do you want to meet later to finish the lab?"

osaki shotaro was a sweet boy with an even sweeter blood type, and you knew there was no way you could meet with him later without feeding first.

your voice is hoarse when you speak, "i can't tonight." for some reason you think he's going to protest, but he just shakes his head instead, "how about i do the rest since i've been spacing out this entire time." your laugh is more like a dry cackle but he still cracks a smile in return, "it's only fair."

"sounds good to me."

the dried up professor starts barking orders at the class on how to safely dispose of the labs materials. no matter how thirsty you were, you wouldn't touch that old bag of bones with a ten foot fang.

thankfully you and shotaro were quick at cleaning up, because as soon as your professor gives you the go ahead, you're rushing out the door, a promise to finish the lab report thrown over your shoulder. you sprint down the stairs, through the double doors, and out into the open air before you could run into the mass of students being let out for lunch.

a quick stop at the hospital would do you an insane amount of good, so you start to walk towards your car. you opt to take a quick shortcut behind the cluster of academic buildings, but soon an eerie feeling creeps up your spine and grabs at your stone heart.

if you were still human, you bet the hair on your arms would be standing, and your pulse racing.

the undead didn't work that way.

"if you're gonna kill me, can you hurry it up? i got places to be." the joke makes you snort.

as if anyone could kill you.

the concrete sidewalk laid empty, along with the fire escape off to your left. there was no one in sight, yet your instincts were screaming at you the opposite.

"i was gonna start off with a hi, hello, how are you, but if you really want me to, i guess i could..." a whoosh of air rushes over your face and suddenly you're face to face with a boy your age, "i don't particularly like killing my kind though."

alarm bells were ringing through you, the sickening sweet smell of a fresh vampire invading your nostrils. he didn't look dangerous though, his blonde hair in a tousle, eyes a muddy amber.

he needed to feed.

"my campus is off limits."

for as long as you were turned, you had been the only vampire in your town, which made you unkind to...strangers.

"relax. i came to see you." his fangs shoot out, the sharp tips resting on his bottom lip, "the names haechan." why was a freshly turned vampire here to see you? what did he want? and why was he actually kind of cute? "your ability is tactile telepathy?"

"how the fuck do you know that?" now the alarm bells were screaming at you to run. go somewhere and hide until he left.

"my ability is mimicry. i can draw on others power and manipulate it as my own. " he seemed proud, "touch my hand, and you'll see that i'm not gonna hurt you." his left hand juts out for you to take.

you would only need a few seconds of contact to see the last couple weeks of his life, so hesitantly you make contact, a shudder passing through you on impact. it flashes in your mind like a movie, transforming in your thoughts as if they were your own memories.

laughter, tracking, scents, two pairs of eyes, three, four, five? a coven? a... family.

"there's more of you here." you say, withdrawing your hand and taking a step back.

haechans mind was one of the few interesting ones you'd had the pleasure of seeing. since he's freshly turned, he still has the hazy gold glow across all of his memories - as if he was seeing the world for the first time. he was... happy, young, yearning.

he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized basketball shorts, "they want to meet you, but they sent -"

"sent you because you seem the least intimidating." you cut him off, finishing his sentence for him.

you had seen everything.

"...yeah. you saw we don't want to hurt you. we just want to talk."

he was telling the truth, that much you knew, but you'd been alone a long time, why all of a sudden was there a coven of vampires wanting to speak to you?

and why was he here?

you had seen someone you knew in haechans memories. someone you'd known a long long time ago, and he was here waiting for you. he had tracked you down, you could feel it.

might as well go and see what he wanted.

"i'll talk, but i need to feed first."

the boy grins from ear to ear and gives you a wink, "don't worry, i was gonna ask if you wanted to grab a bite anyway."

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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so i got this thought in my mind !!!

YN is an avanger (or was an avenger) and got lost in a mission gone wrong and sh goes missing for months and she thinks that the others never tried to find her (especially Steve cause she thought they had something special going on)

when she is rescued after so long she’s incredibly miserable and steve tries to comfort her and eventually confess his feelings and yeah, they do the dirtyyy but it’s like very sweet and soft and deep

mix of smut and angst and fluff ? idk just this idea

Hi! Thank you for the request <3 I really hope you’ll like it! Please let me know:)

Btw I’ve never written any angst so I’m not sure if that’s what you were hoping for <3

Never stopped looking

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: [ everything is in the ask!:) ↑ ]

After being captured by HYDRA the avengers tried to find you for months, but didn't succeed. Weeks later a shield-team finds you and brings you back.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Avenger!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: injuries, kidnapping, experimenting, torture, blood, grief, major character death (that's what everyone thinks lol), pain, there's a lot of crying, smut, p in v, unprotected sex [ don't be silly wrap your Willy ]

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

18+

You had no idea how long you've been trapped under the remnants of the old HYDRA base, but you were pretty sure it's been a few hours. Maybe longer. You've lost consciousness when the building collapsed and trapped you.

A big part of the wall hit your legs-you couldn't tell if they were broken, but you couldn't move them. Everything was to heavy.

To that you could also tell you were bleeding from your thigh, which made everything worse-and staying conscious became harder with every coming minutes.

Then you heard it.

Someone was coming.

But it wasn't any of your teammates.

"Natasha-what-how did this happen?", Steve coughed, speaking into his ear piece. He stood up, looking at the collapsed building behind him.

"It was probably a trap-but we all got out in time, right? Tony, Clint and the twins are in the jet-Bruce never left it. Thor is also coming in", Natashas sounded slightly out of breath, but fine.

Steve slowly pulled his eyebrows together. But... Natasha didn't mention anything about you. You were with them on this mission-you were supposed to download old files.

Oh god.

"Nat, she's still in there-I have to find her- I need to-" "Steve...you can't do that. It's to dangerous-everything is collapsed-it still collapsing", he could hear Natasha saying, softer than before. There was pain in her voice.

Steve slowly shook his head. "We can't-I can't leave her", he mumbled. He had never told you what he felt. You've never been on a date together-you have no idea Steve loves you. Or...you had no idea.

Were you trapped somewhere? Were you alive? Were you in pain?

A sob escaped his throat. Steve tried to go back into the building, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Captain, we need to go", said Thor. Steve had no idea what to do. His rational thinking told him to go to the jet and search for you after it's really save for his team-but some other part told him to run back into this building, looking for you till he found you. It didn't matter how long it would take.

And yet he found himself within a few minutes in the jet, with Natasha treating his bleeding arm.

"I need to go back there...I need to find her", he mumbled.

Slowly you opened your eyes. You had no idea where you were-everything was dark...and cold. The clod was so cold. As you slowly sat up you realised three things.

First, you weren't trapped anymore.

Second, all your injuries seemed to be treated.

Third...you were chained and in a cell.

Instantly you tried to pull on the chains, testing how strong these were. You had no chance to get out of them. You were trapped.

And you didn't even know who had captured you.

A quite sob escaped your throat, while you slowly pulled your knees to your chest, hugging yourself. It was cold...your clothes were torn and dirty with...you had no idea what. Probably blood and mud.

The sound of heavy boots made you look up. A man entered your cell grabbing your arm. "Sleeping beauty's finally awake", he grinned grabbing your cuffed wrists and pulling you roughly behind him. Stumbling you followed him. There was no other thing you could do.

"Come on, Stark! It's been four days and you have-what?! Nothing?! Shouldn't Jarvis be able to find something? Some-some I don't know, thermal imaging to detect the body heat??", spoke Steve restlessly. Tony let a drone fly over the remnants of the old hydra base. Again.

A quite sigh escaped his lips. He hated being the one telling Steve, you couldn't be found. Not anymore. At least not alive. Tony always liked you.

You were a great addition to the team, a cheerful person. Every time you entered the room everyone seemed to be in better mood.

Especially Steve.

The whole team noticed his attraction towards you. He was pretty obvious, actually. And you were pretty oblivious. Steve tried to sit next to you while watching movies, always brought you your favourite snacks...and you two even cuddled.

"Steve, I'm sorry...I don't think-"

"No-don't even-don't even think like that", Steve interrupted him sternly, hitting the table with enough force to leave a dent.

Angry Steve stormed out of the lab. He would stop searching. You were out there. Somewhere.

You had to be...

A sharp pain in your arm woke you up. With blurry vision you tried to see what was happening. You were on a table-at least it felt like a table-and you were strapped, without any way of moving.

Slowly you looked to the side. You needed to know what was causing you this much pain.

A needle was in you arm, draining your blood.

You felt another pinch in your other arm.

It was an IV with...some kind of fluids.

From one moment to the next everything started hurting. You felt like you were burning from the inside, like-

Steve hit the punching bag hard enough for it to rip in half. "That's the sixth in two days, Steve", said Natasha, entering the gym. Steve didn't say anything. He hang another one up, and started hitting it.

Twelve days. He was starting losing hope he's find you alive.

Screaming you hit your head against the table, trying to- you had no idea what you wanted to achieve. Losing consciousness, maybe? You wanted the pain to stop.

At this point you've lost track of time. Every day was the same. You'd wake up in your cell, chained. A guard would bring you some food-which was not a lot and also tasted awful-and he'd bring you down into the lab. You had no idea who these people were-crazy scientists? Maybe. Insane doctors? Felt like the same.

Every day you hoped someone would storm through the metal door-a giant frisbee, how you always liked to call Steve's shield, would hit the doctor who was cutting into your arm right now.

You didn't even know why they were doing it-they didn't do anything else. Was it just for fun? Did they enjoy seeing you bleed?

They always injected you with stuff, which made the deep cuts bleed less or even heal-but it wasn't permanent. They had to do it every day, after every...session, or whatever all of this was. It was painful.

Why was nobody coming for you?

Steve did something he hadn't done in a long, long time.

He prayed.

With everything that happened in his life, he didn't really believe in god anymore, especially not like he had done it before he became captain America.

But at this point he didn't know what else to do. He tried to find you in the remains. He failed.

Twenty six days. He hoped to find your body at least.

"Please...please no, stop...", you mumbled as the guard dragged you to the lab again. "I c-can't ...please..." It was like a nightmare. That kind of nightmare where you couldn't wake up. Yet this wasn't a dream. This was real. They wouldn't come for you. Just like that, they left you to die-your friends, your family...it was all a lie. They never cared about you. If they did, they'd have found you long ago.

Maybe they didn't even try?

But why wouldn't they...why wouldn't Steve...why didn't they care?

You thought they were your family. You thought Steve...

Even though you've been tortured for the past few...weeks? You've never felt a pain like this. It felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. Ripped into pieces.

Steve walked through the ruins of the old building. Nothing. He found nothing.

You were unconscious more often than you were actually conscious. The pain was too much for you, it didn't matter if they gave you some sedatives or sometimes even morphine if they were generous-it didn't happen often-and yet you always felt the pain. Especially the IVs. It always made you feel like you were burning alive. It wasn't fair. The pain, the experiments, the torture...

Why you? Why?

Steve couldn't stop himself from entering your room. It was the same as you left it-your bed was made, but still slightly messy-the blanket was wrong and also a stuffed animal was half hidden under the pillow.

He sat down and grabbed the stuff animal, pressing it close to his chest.

He couldn't control his endless tears and sobs.

Two months.

You were gone.

The doctors became more sloppy, you've noticed. They didn't strapped you to the table anymore. The guards also didn't stayed in the lab.

This was your chance.

You'd do it.

You'd escape, no matter how much more pain and tears it would cost you.

Natasha knocked on Steve's door. No answer.

She did it again.

And again.

And-

"What??", Steve yanked the door open, looking down at her. She knew, he was in pain. She knew, he loved you. She knew, he...he felt empty.

"We thought about watching a movie together, cheer up a bit...eat something together, Wanda wanted to make-", Steve slammed the door close. "The only thing I wanna do is find her body to at least have a god damn funeral!", he shouted walking away from the door. Natasha could hear him sob after the last words.

Slowly you walked through the long corridor. You had no idea where you were. No one was there either. It's like everyone was gone-or busy with something more important.

Walking around the corner you found the reason why all Hydra agents were gone.

Coulson's team.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying out, stumbling right into Phil's arms. Finally. Someone had bees searching for you.

"We found you", was the last think you heard before passing out.

As soon as the jet landet you've been treated with medical care. Shield's and Starks best doctors took care of you, giving you fluids, stitching you up and cleaning you. All this time you didn't wake up. You were to weak, that's why the doctors gave you some more fluids, all for strengthening.

You were dehydrated and pumped full with...they didn't even know what exactly what. Some kind of drugs.

Fury let them to transfer you to the compound, where other doctors would be watching over you.

>Mr Stark, I'd like to inform you an ambulance drove onto the compound area. They bringing a new patient< Tony slowly looked up from his suit. He didn't know anything about a patient. "What do you mean? No one was on a mission since...last time."

A hologram of the ambulance appeared, showing how they were bringing you into the build. Still unconscious.

Tony blinked a few times, slowly putting one hand over his mouth. "That's...how...we've been looking for so long..", he mumbled, leaving his suit behind and storming out of the lab. "Jarvis, inform everyone."

„What do you mean she's here? How is that even possible?", Steve rushed to your hospital room, with Natasha right behind him. At this point he hadn't expected to find your body anymore-and now you were here? In the compound? Apparently alive and stable. "I don't know, Steve. Coulson found her in a underground Hydra base."

Steve slowed down, looking back at Natasha. In a hydra base...

Steve felt his stomach drop. It meant he could've saved you before hydra captured you. It was all his fault. He should've looked for you sooner.

Entering your room his gaze immediately fell on the IVs in your arms and the monitors beeping. Then he slowly let his gaze linger on your bruised arms. He could see new reddish scars, you haven't had before. What happened to you? What had they done? Steve sat down in the chair next to you, grabbing your hand gently. He could stop the sob that escaped his lips.

Meanwhile Natasha and Bruce talked to the doctors outside.

After four days Steve still hasn't left your side. He couldn't leave you. He felt guilty.

"Steve, you should sleep in a real bed and not in this chair", Natasha said, entering the room. She put a tray with food on the nightstand next to your bed. Without anyone bringing Steve food he'd probably completely forget about eating at all. He looked up for a moment, but laid his head back on your legs, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know but...I don't want to go. I can't leave her", Steve mumbled, letting out a quite sigh. "She'll wake up soon...I can't go."

Natasha gently put her hand on his shoulder. "You know what the doctors said. It can take weeks or maybe she won't-" "don't even think about finishing this sentence", Steve snapped and shook her hand from his shoulder.

For a few minutes she tried to convince him to go to sleep-but Steve didn't budge. He wanted to stay.

"Fine, then don't. But if-"

„Natasha wait-she's-she squeezed my hand. She's waking up", Steve interrupted her, lifting his head and watching you slowly open your eyes.

Your head fell to the side, while you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw-

Brightness.

It definitely wasn't the hydra cell. Also not their lab...the beeping told you it must've been a medical room.

Then you realised someone was holding your hand.

Suddenly Steve and Natasha were all over you. You felt someone's hand on your cheek and then forehead, a gentle touch. Something in you craved these kind of touches. The softness, gentleness...

Yet you moved away.

"Y/N, hi, how are you?", you heard Steve's voice, while Natasha called for a doctor to check you.

Slowly you shook your head. Your mouth felt dry-so incredible dry. When you tried to say something, only a quite cough escaped your lips.

Immediately you felt a cup against your lips, which only made you shook your head more. With the strength you had you snatched your hand out of Steve's grip and pushed the cup away from you.

Since Steve didn't expect such a reaction, he dropped the cup, spilling the water over you. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I'll get a-" "Go", you groaned barely audible, clearing your throat. "Away-Go away", you said a bit louder this time, pushing Steve away when he tried to get you a tissue.

"What? Why? Is everything-" "Steve, go! Leave me alone", you snapped. Steve slowly backed away, seemly confused. He didn't know why you reacted like that. It was just...not right? He thought you'd be happy to see him.

Natasha entered the room with Bruce, which made you noticeably anxious. "Go! I said go!", Natasha and Bruce were visibly confused, asking Steve what was happening. The doctor came to you, giving you fluids in order to calm you down.

They worked immediately. You felt yourself drift back to sleep. "Just...leave me...like you already did once...", you whispered. If Steve's hearing wasn't enhanced he would have missed it.

The next few days, even weeks, seemed to be a blur. It took the doctors a while till they finally got you back on your feet. You were still weak and wouldn't be able to train or go on any missions for a long, long time-but at least you could go to your own room.

Every time someone tried to talk to you, you avoided every conversation. At first you ignored everyone completely-after a few days, you started talking with Natasha, Clint and the twins, also Bruce and Tony sometimes. But not Steve. You couldn't look at him.

Not after what you thought was between you. Months before you were captured you thought Steve liked you. And yet...you didn't think like that anymore.

While you were watching a movie In your room, someone knocked at your door. You stayed quiet. It's not like you wanted to talk with anyone really.

Even if you talked with the others sometimes, it didn't mean you really wanted to.

You didn't want to see any of the people that had left yo-

The door opened and Steve entered the room. "Hi, I wanted-" "no. I don't want to hear any pathetic excuses. Just leave me-"

Steve sat down next to you on the couch and grabbed both of your hands. You stopped talking immediately. How dare he come into your room, when you clearly didn't want him there.

"Hear me out-please", he nearly begged you. You could even see tears in his eyes...and you couldn't be really angry at him. You loved Steve for a while now. That's also why it hurt so badly, that he didn't found you.

Steve gently squeezed your hands. He was nervous-really nervous, since he wanted to tell you everything. How long he'd been looking for you and...how he felt.

"I'm sorry you've been there for so long. I-we, tried to find you. We really did...I did. I couldn't stop thinking about you-about where you were and what was happening to you", his thumb stroked over a scar from one of Hydras IVs. "I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry...I really am", he mumbled, slowly looking back at you. There were tears storming down his cheeks.

You couldn't stop yourself from gently putting your arms around his shoulders. Your own tears fell.

Have they really been looking for you?

It was hard to believe, but you didn't want to be angry anymore. You missed everyone-especially steve. You missed the cuddles, eating together, just...being friends. Even if you'd love to be more.

For a while you two just sat there in silence, cuddling. It felt good to be this close again. After so many weeks...months.

Slowly Steve lifted his head, looking at you with a small smile, while he placed one of his hands on your cheeks. "I missed you so much", Steve sobbed, completely breaking down and hugging you tightly against his chest.

For a moment you felt pain in your ribs and arms from the right hug, but didn't say anything. Instead you put your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. You could feel your heartbeat speed up.

You missed this feeling.

The butterflies in your chest, the tingling in your body...

You missed the influence Steve had on you.

For a moment Steve looked into your eyes. You could tell his gaze fell to your lips and quickly back deep into your eyes. It made something in your warm.

"I was scared I would never see you again and that...that I could never tell you how much I love you", only after it was said, Steve realised what exactly he said.

Oh god.

He could feel himself blushing.

Slowly he let go of your hands, wanting to go away. You probably hated him for doing this. Dumping his feelings on you in such a horrible way. Maybe you'd think he said it out of pity? This would be even worse. Or you th-

Soft lips stopped his thinking.

Your lips.

You kissed him!

It took Steve a few seconds before he really kissed you back, closing his eyes...loosing himself in the feeling of your lips. You put your arms gently around his neck, pulling him in closer. Steve put his arms around you, deepening the kiss.

You two kissed for a moment, before slowly pulling away. Only then did Steve realise you were crying. But it seemed like these were happy tears. A big smile captured your lips. He hadn't seen you this happy since you were back.

"Ich love you too-god, Steve, for so long. I was thinking about it all the time-when they-I just wanted for you to find me so bad", you sobbed, kissing Steve again. This time more fiercely, gripping his shirt like it was the last thing holding you above water-yet you wanted to drown in him.

The kiss became much more passionate within the next seconds. Slowly you pushed Steve onto the couch-but he stopped you.

"I don't want for it to happen like that...just some quickie on the couch...I don't want you to regret it later. We should wait-", Steve mumbled against your lips. "Steve, I waited long enough. I just...I just need you", you cried. Steve looked deep into your eyes, nodding slowly.

The corners of your lips twitched. You grabbed Steve's hand and slowly stood up, guiding him to your bed.

You felt nervous. Like it was your first time. It wasn't, but it felt different. Special. Slowly you laid down on your bed, taking Steve with you. He caged you with his body-but it felt good, having his weight over you. You felt...safe. He made you feel safe.

It was nice to feel safe again.

Steve left gentle kisses on your cheek, jaw and neck, while slowly pulling your shirt up-you did the same with his. Both pieces landed of the floor-but as soon as he lifted his head you felt insecure. Would he think you're attractive? Especially with the few new scars? You wanted to cover yourself with your hands, but Steve grabbed them gently and placed next to your head, interwinding them.

"You're beautiful, don't ever think otherwise", Steve's soft spoken words made you blush. It was nice to get a compliment from the person you loved most. Nodding, you slowly pulled him once again in a kiss. Passionate, yet gentle. Your cold hands roamed over his chest. A surprised gasp escaped his lips, which made you both chuckle. "Sorry", you whispered softly.

Steve shook his head and grabbed your hand, placing it back against his chest-where you could feel his heart beating against your palm. "It's nice. Don't stop touching me", Steve kissed your forehead, before kissing his way down to your bra clothed breasts.

One of his hands found the clasp, opening it after a few seconds. Steve grinned slightly, as he slowly threw your bra to the floor. Soft kisses on your skin made you moan quietly.

He couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples gently, while his free hand caressed your other breast.

You could feel your breath quicken, your body tingle and...everything felt so warm. It's like you were burning.

But in a good way.

A smile spread over your lips. Steve rubbed his hand over your clothed core, making you moan. He could already feel you getting wet. His palm grind over your sensitive bud. Your walls clenched around nothing.

You grasped Steve hair, slowly guiding him back up.

He was smiling at you-and you couldn't stop the smile you already had from getting bigger, happier. "Steve, I just....I love you", you whispered against his lips. You felt alive, like never before. Especially not in the last few months. "I love you, too", Steve pressed his lips to yours, letting his hands roam over your waist.

His soft and gentle touches made you moan against his lips. You couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, please...I want to feel you", he looked deeply into your eyes, before slowly nodding. His hands found the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding them down. He took your panties with them and throw both items to the floor. His own last pieces of clothing followed behind.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking-of course you're curious, who wouldn't be?

The surprised gasp you let out, made Steve look at you worryingly. "Do you want to stop? We can stop if you-", his own moan interrupted him, when you grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, dripping down at your heat. "Steve, I don't want to stop", you whispered, pulling him in a fierce kiss.

You wrapped your legs around him, making him move closer to you-his tip brushed along your folds, bumping your clit. Steve positioned his tip at your dripping hole, slowly pushing in. He felt so firm and thick, stretching you out so good. Quietly you cried out in pleasure, scratching Steve's back.

"You feel so good, sweetheart...fuck-so, so good", Steve groaned against your neck, thrusting forward, till he was completely seated into you.

He waited for you to adjust to his size, even if feeling your walls throbbing around him, was killing him. You felt perfect around him. Like you were made for him.

And you felt the same about him.

He was filling you so good. Stretching your tight hole. The slight burn only added to the pleasure. When he started moving, you felt him graze over every sensitive part of you-being honest you haven't even known you could be this sensitive. Never before had someone filled you like Steve. "You feel so big", you whimpered into his ear, digging your nails into his skin. Steve gasped against your lips, kissing you again.

The kisses became more tongue and teeth, than before. You gasped into each other mouths. Everything in you started to tremble. Your body erupted in goosebumps, while your muscles tensed. The knot in your abdomen started building up. You could feel your orgasm approach.

When Steve started thrusting quicker into you, you couldn't keep yourself from moaning into his ear. He stroked along your sensitive spot with every thrust-you knew you wouldn't last long. Especially not when he put his hand between your body's, gently rubbing your clit.

"Steve-I'm gonna-", you quietly moaned into his ear, getting interrupted by another gasp. He felt you clench around him, which return made him thrust slightly harder into you. The extra pressure on your g-spot and clit made you come undone, crying out in pleasure.

Steve felt your juices soak his dick and thighs, making him moan into your mouth. Feeling your walls squeezing and throbbing around him, was enough for him. "Fuck I'm gonna-" "fill me-fill my pussy, Steve, make me yours", you whimpered against his lips.

Your words made him only thrust harder into you. He was still hitting all your spots with every thrust-he was also still rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt yourself getting close again. Steve thrusted one more time deep into your Pussy, filling you with his cum. You felt his cock pulsing and filling you with his seed. Suddenly another g-spot orgasm sweeps violently over you, making you whine.

Laying gently down on you Steve put more of his weight on you, which made you smile. You liked having him like that. Like a warm, weighted blanked. You felt safe.

"I love you", Steve mumbled into your ear, slowly turning around with you, so you both were on the side. You cupped his face in your hands, giving him a gentle kiss.

"I love you, too, Steve."

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wjehfshs · 1 year

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So Imma SIMP for Avatar:way of the water and call of duty MWII so I thought maybe some headcanon of call of duty reacting to Na'vi reader that has dark blue skin due to a genetic mutation.

Like they were taken from their home got sent to earth but they escape and are now on earth trying to find away back home.

and the task force 141 end bumping into you during their night mission and maybe reader saves them but causing reader to get injured.

Also do this when you have some motivation and don't stress yourself buddy

I love this idea I love it when people combine fandoms

Na’vi reader + cod characters reacting to reader (141 + Köing, Keegan, Horangi, yes Ik Keegan is from a completely different game but I love him sm I needed to add him) reader self sacrificing, combined fandoms, Omatikaya reader, reader has a skin mutation. This genuinely had to be one of my fav requests ever, I had so much fun writing this I think I got carried away, a lot of swearing, violence

You where Na’vi, one of the forest people, although the Omarikaya had dark skin, due to some genetic mutation you had darker skin than normal

You fought in the first battle against the sky people aside Jake Sully and Neytiri, you saw their first born Neteyam, then they adopted Kiri, then they had Lo’ak, and then Tuk.

You where good friends with the Sully family, that’s why when the sky people returned as Avatars, they targeted you

When you where out hunting they caught you in a net and sedated you

The next thing you remember was waking up on a ship (let’s just pretend it doesn’t take 5 years to get back to earth anymore they developed new technology or smth)

You looked through the bars of your cage, you new English fluently due to being part of Graces school and Jake teaching you more after Graces passing

It had been weeks until you finally landed, they handcuffed you and walked you back to their base

During your time on the ship they did experiments and surgery’s on you, you don’t know exactly what you did but after tests you found you could breathe human air now

You where like their lab rat

After some time they threw you into a new enclosure and returned to their human forms

You knew this was your chance

You stole some keys from a guard, unlocked your cage, and booked it for the nearest exit

You ran until your legs hurt

You found yourself at a military base

It was crowded with men in gear

You hid behind the building and tried to find food

CRACK. Shit. You had stood on a branch

“What was that?” A man with a funny accent and cloth over his head said

“Let’s go check it out” another one said with a blander looking version of an ikran helmet over his eyes, you had heard Norm talk about them sometimes, sunglasses? You think they where called

You tried to run somewhere but everywhere was blocked

Before you knew it the funny cloth man had spotted you

He had his gun raised at you

“Holy fucking shit what the fuck is that?!”

He pressed a button on some device on his clothing, it made a static sound, maybe a device to talk to other people? Like those special necklaces Jake and his family had

“Get the fuck out here in the back, everyone. Now.”

The sunglasses guy had his gun also raised at you in a defensive stance

You had learnt from Jake that if anyone where to point a gun at you, to raise your hands and look as harmless as possible

I mean it wasn’t like you could do anything, the sky people took your weapons

You where crouched down in the dirt, hands up, head down, ears flat on your head

Soon all of these other men ran out here, hands on guns, worried looks on their faces

“You’ve got to be kidding me” a man with darker skin compared to the others and a funny hat on his head with some, flag? On the front of his hat. “This has to be a fucking dream” he stammered

The man with the cloth seemed to be the tallest but compared to you, he was nothing

“Who are you?!” Another man with a wide brimmed hat and weird facial hair said

You opened and closed your mouth trying to speak but it felt as if there was a string in your throat holding the words back

You where shaking, your heart beating fast as you struggled to keep yourself from falling over, even if you where crouching

There seemed to be nine men looking on at you as if you had 20 eyes (Gaz, Köing, Roach, Alex, Price, Ghost, Horangi, Keegan, Soap)

Finally the words came to you “I’m [name] I. I was taken by the sky people to your star. I, I mean no harm.” You said in a thick Na’vi accent, almost on the verge of crying

They all looked confused, sky people? Star? Was there something they didn’t know?

All of them seemed to take note of your three fingers, tail, ears, and most importantly, blue skin

“Stand up. Now” a man with a skull mask said in a heavy unrecognisable accent

This was their first mistake, asking for you to stand up

You gingerly complied and straightened out your body

That’s when they saw how unbelievably tall you where

This didn’t help the situation as they where already scared of you, but now seeing how tall you where it only made them more defensive

“Bloody fuckin’ Jesus” a man with shaved sides and spiked hair mumbled

They took you inside with their guns still pointed at you

When you got inside they locked the doors and windows and ushered you to sit down, on a table.

You sat eyes still fixated on the cold ground as the pain in your feet started to kick in

Earths ground was a lot more painful than Pandoras, a lot more sharp objects in the ground

“Ok well first of all we don’t know who or even what the fuck you are” the brimmed hat man said

“But, we’ll introduce ourselves. I’m Price, this is Ghost, this is Keegan, Köing, Horangi, Soap, Gaz, Alex, and Roach” he ushered towards each of the men as he said their names

“Now you gotta explain what the fuck you are doing here” he said, almost angry

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself “I’m [name] I am from the star Pandora, or as I think you call it, planet? I am part of the Omatikaya clan, the forest people, I fought in the great battle agains the sky people with Jake Sully, we where victorious however the sky people returned and captured me, I am their prisoner…”

They where all silent for a moment “…ok, well… Jesus what am I supposed to say” Price mumbled the last part

“Sir, if I may speak freely, I think this, thing, is being serious” Gaz whispered to him

“O-oh I am Na’vi, that is my species I think it’s called”

“What the fuck how did you hear that” Gaz was astonished how you heard him whisper that

“Oh well us Na’vi have heightened senses”

“Oh. I see”

“Ok uh, look, what are we supposed to do with you lad/lass?” Soap asked

“I apologise, I had escaped from the sky people and I ran here. I did not mean to cause you any harm” you said almost ashamed

“Ok who the fuck are ‘the sky people’” Keegan asked frustrated

You took a moment to remember the word “ah! Humans, I mean humans, they came down from the sky when they attacked us”

Suddenly they heard a crash from outside

It was the sky people coming back to retrieve you

Immediately everyone grabbed their guns as you had to duck and weave under the roof and doors.

And so the attack begun

As everyone was shooting at the cars and helicopters you panicked and thought of what to do

You noticed a man trying to sneak up on Price, immediately you ran up behind him and attacked him, biting his neck and holding him down

All Price could do was watch on in fear, I mean you where this unknown creature who just showed up and now your ripping a man to pieces with your bare teeth right in front of him

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t grateful you saved him but he was still scared

Before he could process anything you sprung into action asking him if he had a bow and arrow anywhere, he ushered towards the archery room and you bolted towards there, grabbing the biggest one you could find

It was still too small but it was the best you could do

You ran to the back of the building where Keegan and Ghost where catching there breath and without batting an eyelid, you climbed up the building onto the roof

Shooting at the sky people the best you could with everyone else shooting at them

You finally beat them

It was over just as quick as it started

It felt like it happened in a heartbeat

Blood was all over the front area of the Barracks but at least everyone was safe

You all gathered back inside as everyone was sweating and breathing heavily

Ghost finally spoke up “I don’t know if anybody else saw it but that [name] just fuckin’ climbed onto the roof and shot those people dead with a bow and arrow alone” he seemed stressed but grateful

They all seemed to notice the blood residue on your mouth as you wiped it off and licked the rest of it off

While everyone else was on the brink of passing out, you where just fine, completely calm and collected.

Maybe a little shaken up but that seemed to be it

Price looked at you, “Thank you, for earlier? If it wasn’t for you I’d be dead by now” he gestured towards you as he said this

You couldn’t help but let your tail move up and down when he said that, you felt appreciated.

He took notice of the gashes on your body as blood dripped down your torso, but you seemed to not notice somehow?

The question was, what to do with you now?

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blazehedgehog · 2 months

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It seems to me that the one and only thing we know about Eggman is that he actually knew his grandfather, that he admired him when he was still a child. Much like Sonic's origin, Eggman's origin is intentionally unclear, if not completely unknown. What do you think Eggman's life was like between his birth and the events of Sonic 1 (or perhaps, his "very first" meeting with Sonic)?

Eggman strikes me as a former businessman. Varying elements of his character have stated he either wants to take over the world or just build "the ultimate amusement park." Sometimes its a city.

Generally, he seeks power. Actual power. Fuel. He is not altruistic with his fuel consumption, either. He's 100% willing and able to subjugate living beings as a power source.

And where does he get the materials? Why isn't he in more trouble with the authorities? If they're willing to arrest and incarcerate Sonic the Hedgehog, the guy who routinely defeats Dr. Eggman, why aren't they going to war against Eggman himself?

Because Eggman is rich, powerful and connected. Where do you think GUN got its robots?

Is it any surprise that these don't look that far off from an E-Series robot?

The toes on the feet, the vents on the chest, a domed head...

I imagine the incident on the ARK did not go as planned. The government wanted to cover up Maria's death (and whatever other deaths occurred), as well as cover up what was going on up there at all -- research into immortality and such. They didn't want news of Shadow, or Biolizard, or anything getting out to anyone.

Gerald refused to keep quiet. He descended into madness and planned the extinction of planet earth. Gerald was executed but obviously had a family. That family would need to be paid for their silence. Overnight, the Robotniks became multi-millionaires. Whatever they wanted, they got.

This created the perfect environment for Eggman to become a spoiled brat with infinite resources. Worst of all, he idolized his grandfather, the deadly martyr. I'm sure there were those within GUN that kept very close tabs on Eggman's progress, and they may have even stepped in at some point, hoping to persuade the boy towards a path of "good" at an early age.

Eggman eventually reached a point where he could support himself with his robotics work. Using his family fortune, it blossomed into a massive business. Military contracts were a matter of course.

Eventually he started reaching people who were afraid of the limits he was testing. He was developing dangerous weapons of mass destruction. Delving into the secrets of consciousness. Even dark new sources of energy. He was going too far, and starting to echo his grandfather a little too well.

(Imagine Eggman laying out plans for his space station research facility and somebody from GUN tugging at their collar like "we know how this ends")

But he grew up in a world where nobody had ever told him "no" before. He saw these limits as weakness. A lack of ambition. Every attempt to go around the problem just caused more problems. People started turning their backs on him for being an increasingly dangerous radical breaking the laws of nature.

Eggman came to the ultimate conclusion: if the city won't approve, if the nation won't approve, then go somewhere that will. Even if that means having to build it yourself. Nobody will ever tell him no. And one day, they'll thank him for what he's going to do for this world.

And who's going to stop him? The government running ten year old versions of robots he designed for them?

All he needs now is the location and a power source...

#questions #Anonymous #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #dr eggman #dr. robotnik #professor gerald

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(4/10) Alive Ulla Part

Back after the last part I published

Ulla arrives to home, Pitchfork with Donella

For reasons unknown , Pitchfork is declared a member of the 7 Kingdom alliance

Some people ask why, she knows about the Dark Kingdom destruction but keeps the secret remembering how much Quirin was serious about his national secrets.

Don tries to get her business done here until she realizes most people recognize her from her school days and she wants out.

Teacher Croix's son encounter her and they have a words battle, she is sure she is more intelligent than him, but feel unsatisfied.

Donella reinforces her desires, knowledge to get money, power and glory.

She wishes to lead the best underground armory supplies, manipulate governments into wars against each other, until she is the only capable governor left to control everything on the shadows.

Don convinces Ulla about try to resolve the 7 trials to get to the Eternal Library , Ulla agrees with enthusiasm.

Her parents Holda and Tenax give the blessing and they depart, next stop, Galcrest.

They discovered there is supposed to be an order, so, next stop, Bayangor.

The first trial is done, hooray ~, after too many tries.

It's going to be Christmas soon, so, even when Don thinks it's ridiculous, they go back to Pitchfork to spend the holidays at Ulla's parents home

Ulf also came, yeahhhs, twins reencounter ~ also he bought his fiance, they will marry next year, congrats bro, next year meant next month.

Holliday finishes and the whole family goes to Nesdernia together, preparations for the weeding, house building, also get prepared for having a baby, oh, Ulf asks for preparations for twin babies, awwww~.

Donella thinks is a waste of time, tries to find how to make her business here, but these people are pacifists, she keeps searching potential clients while helping Faber family.

All the family were making blue prints about the house but Ulf and his friends insisted this needed to be eco-friendly, so they take it as an intelectual test.

Donella got sick of waiting and asked Ulla to accompany her to the Demanitus trial here, but they discovered this was not the turn for this one, so, Donella felt stuck.

Ulf noticed how Don was angry during the day , so he invited her to have a local drink, then he as an especialist on family dynamics, asked her about her family, she deflected as much as possible.

But he insists, and adds his new habilites of divination to tell her where is her mother and father, advise her to go and visit them, try to reconciliate.

She is angry at this advise and nosy actitudes, so she left, then she talked with Ulla about how her family was pampering Ulf too much, he is feeling like the big thing just because he is getting married, and because he is the big white men among tanned people (unlike her back at Ingvarr , everyone discriminating her )

Ulla is surprised by this, and wants to know what exactly Ulf told her so she is this angry , she barely gives an answer and says she is going to leave soon and work somewhere else, Ulla doesn't want her to go.

Ulla and Ulf spare the lunch time to have a talk, she wants to know what he told Donella , he says as a therapist, he shouldnt reveal this personal kind of information to anyone, but well, Ulla is not anyone , is his very twin sister and twin soul.

He detected Donella was neglected, the border of abandonment, her mother ate few, saving the rest , she imitated and gave her savings to her mom, both got very thin, later when would discover she saved the food of her "payment" to give it to another men (who was not Donella father) in order to please him and have a romance , he aceptes the food and got a better health, but provided no romance.

Donellas mother kept doing this, unhealthily, Donella lost motivation to stay along her mother, she would have liked her to do something nice for her daughter, but it seems like there was no interest, no longer feeling hungry due to this new way for living, Don left, her food saved no longer for her mother , but to sell, few coins and she would pay the door man to let her go.

So she did, live on the borders of Ingvarr felt nice, there was no food, she felt no hunger, she had no dreams or motivations ,she would just walk around until getting tired and waking up to repeat, and she did it a few days before getting "adopted" by Ulla and Ulf parents.

The he saw she needed to go back and search for her mother to talk about the past, the neglect, and invite her out the mines, heal their relationship, but -

Oups I have to go, see you around 🪷🎁🪷🎀🍊🌷🌺🪻🧭🎀💎🥥☀️🔰🥭🫧🫧🌻🌸🌼🌸💐🌸🪷🌹🌷🌼🍁🍂🪴🍀❄️🌈🫧🌊🌤️⛅☀️💫🌙☄️🌠🌌

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7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @stormikins!!

I am currently working on a bunch of stuff that I cannot actually share because its for exchanges and bangs, but I've got plenty of backup material for this lmaooo no pressure tags: @nickelkeep @bleuzombie @imbiowaresbitch @rotschopf-thedrow @rowanisawriter @mallaidhsomo and @otemporanerys

Viaticum- Akuze

Report: Project Apophis Dr. Josiah Wayne 01-04-2177 I think we’re getting somewhere. The second test group fared slightly better than the first. Dampening autonomic pain responses gave us an extra three minutes before the non-biotic subject began deteriorating. More interesting, however, is the effect on the biotic subject. Subject experienced powerful, uncontrolled flares resulting in broken monitoring equipment, and lived nearly twice as long as their non-biotic counterpart. I never thought I’d see eezo nodules explode like that. Johnson will be cleaning up the mess for weeks. There is very little material left that is viable for further testing, but we are gathering as much as we are able to make further adjustments to the compound. Ouroboros is transferring the subjects they were able to stabilize back to us. It’ll give us one extra test group before we need to acquire more subjects.

2. The Ties That Bind- mShenko Vampire AU

Blood rushes in Alex’s ears. His vision blurs, and he looks down at the table. He tries to breathe, but his lungs refuse to cooperate. He trusted Kaidan. It’s like his legs have been swept out from under him. The scream building in his mind escapes as a whisper. “It’s your fault. All of it. Everything I’ve been through is because of you.” Betrayal settles like a lead weight in the pit of his stomach. His mouth tastes bitter. The world spins to a halt and closes in around him, and he needs to get out. He turns, stumbling over the leg of his overturned chair and all but runs for the door. Alex doesn’t look back, just keeps moving until he’s out of the house and into the open air of the orchard. It’s a clear night, the breeze cool against his suddenly overheated skin. Above him, the moon is nearly full, and the thick darkness of the heavens is blanketed in stars. They twist and blur in his vision as he struggles to catch his breath. He can’t think straight. Memories flit through his mind at breakneck speed. The searing pain of a brand he received at eight years old. Blood on his own hands. Years of training, fighting, killing. His mother’s voice telling him it wasn’t his fault. He chokes on them, failing to his knees. Instinctively, he spreads his fingers in the grass, digs into the soil beneath. He draws strength from nature, squeezing his eyes shut and fighting for calm.

3. I Shouldn't Hope to Know- mShenko Regency Horror AU

The front parlor of Shepard’s townhouse is eclectic. A collection of model ships, piled books, and tapestries depicting events that occurred in ancient mythologies that Garrus is unfamiliar with. It is far too early in the season for the fire that roars in the hearth; it leaves him with a sheen of sweat that trickles down the back of his neck and soaks the starched collar of his shirt. Shepard, of course, seems perfectly comfortable. It had taken some time for Garrus to acclimate to Shepard’s habit of being half-dressed when he visits, but after all the years of their friendship, he’s no longer uncomfortable with Shepard sitting across from him without shoes or cravat, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, and his long hair hanging loose over his shoulder. He’s quite certain, however, that he will never be used to the birds. One of them—Garrus has never been able to tell them apart—ruffles its wings and coos softly, settling onto Shepard’s shoulder as he leans back with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The other is nowhere in his line of sight, but his eyes dart around the room in search of it. Shepard watches Garrus silently, his free hand flexing through a tremor before he tucks it between his thigh and the arm of his chair. The intensity of his stare is increased by the way the firelight plays against his blue eyes, and Garrus sighs as he reaches for his own drink. “I take it this is not a social call.”

4. Argonauts, chapter 1- mShenko, ME1

The sharp look in Anderson’s eyes bores into Alex; he’s not going to let it go. He nods sharply and presses a button on his end of the table. The center of it illuminates, projecting an image of the clearing they’d dropped in on Eden Prime. A smattering of tall trees surrounds a pond. Between them, metallic spikes stretch toward the sky, breaking the gentle flow of nature. “You said you found these spikes all over the colony. What are they?” Alex stands and leans over the table, staring down at the image for a long moment. The creatures that had overwhelmed Jenkins—gray-skinned monstrosities covered in mechanical tubes and wiring that somehow managed to keep coming for them despite limbs twisted at unnatural angles and crushed by stone from a fall no human would have been able to survive—come from those metallic spears. He can still hear the unearthly screeching, still feel the crackling electricity emanating from their bodies. Suppressing a shudder, he says under his breath, “Sow the teeth of this dragon and defeat the army that springs forth.” A heavy silence hangs in the air as Alex looks up. Three pairs of brown eyes, all focused on him. Expectant. Even Anderson looks to him for answers he doesn’t have. Shit has only just gone sideways, and already he feels the pressure. The heavy weight of an invisible mantle of responsibility settles squarely on his shoulders. “The Geth are using them to turn our own people against us by turning them into biomechanical husks.” He pauses, taking a deep breath before he continues, “I’ve been referring to them as Dragon’s Teeth.” The four of them continue to stare down at the image, the implications thickening the tension palpably. Williams breaks the silence first. “Guess that makes us the Argonauts.” Alex meets her gaze and nods sharply. “And Saren is our Golden Fleece.”

5. Argonauts, chapter 2- mShenko, ME1

“Any chance you two could stop looking like off-duty Marines for five minutes?” Kaidan raises an eyebrow. He’s about as casual as he can get in jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers that have definitely seen better days. Williams is similarly dressed, though her clothes are brand new. “But we are off-duty Marines.” Williams snorts and crosses her arms over her chest. “What exactly is wrong with the way I look?” “You look like authority,” Shepard says. “Authority will scare off the best source of information we’ve got.” Kaidan glances over at Williams, and she shrugs. A criminal informant maybe? “Okay, how do you suggest we look less ‘like authority’?” “Loosen up, maybe slouch a little. Stop scanning the room like you’re looking for threats.” Shepard pauses, fingers tapping lightly against his thigh. “Maybe try untucking your t-shirt, Alenko. Resist the urge to stop them from picking pockets. Do not, under any circumstances, call me sir.”

6. Argonauts, chapter 3- mShenko, ME1

“How would you assure the Alliance public that your loyalties lie with them, given both your familial background and your connection to notable crime lord and so-called ‘Queen of Omega’, Aria T’Loak?” Shepard grips his hand so hard his knuckles go white, and Kaidan moves closer. “I would say that my ten years of service to the Alliance speak for themselves.” Miss al-Jilani nods. “The service that includes an incident on Akuze in which, according to the official story, you were able to escape after the rest of your unit was killed by thresher maws?” “Sorry to interrupt, sir,” Kaidan says, turning Shepard’s attention to him. His ability to appear composed would be uncanny, except the fire in his eyes is a dead giveaway for anyone who is paying attention. “Captain Anderson is asking for you.” Shepard examines Kaidan for a moment before turning back to the reporter. “My apologies, ma’am, but I need to return to my duties.” He turns and starts walking, and Kaidan follows at his heels. “One last question, Commander Shepard!” the reporter shouts. “Do you think humanity will finally get the respect we deserve?” Shepard stops so abruptly that Kaidan has to sidestep to avoid a collision. His hands fist at his sides, and he takes a deep breath. He turns to face her, takes two steps toward her, and says, “What respect is that, Miss al-Jilani?” She takes a step back and opens her mouth, but Shepard continues without giving her time to speak. “The kind of respect humanity is looking for has to be earned. I, for one, am glad to be actually working toward earning that respect.” He turns on his heel and walks away.

7. As yet untitled Durgetash fic- BG3 act 3 and dark urge spoilers

“What a suitably gaudy home you’ve made for yourself, Archduke.” Gortash’s fingers tighten over the top of the chair, but he otherwise has the sense not to show how much the familiar voice startles him. “Nearly as meretricious as the title itself.” Gortash ignores the fear that curls in his stomach, instead allowing the slow spread of a smile across his mouth as he turns to face his uninvited guest. The tiefling lounges like a lion, lazy from the hunt, in a plush chair near the window. A sliver of moonlight glints off the purplish-black scales that mark the draconic blood that runs in his veins, and glowing yellow eyes stare with an intensity so familiar as to be nearly unbearable. Perhaps he has not changed so much as Gortash initially believed. “However did you manage to find yourself here, my dear assassin?” “For all your apparent paranoia,” Calamity begins with a graceful shrug of his broad shoulders. He flicks his wrist, and the candles on a nearby candelabra burst into flame, casting a dim orange glow across his blue skin. “You’ve forgotten to defend against the simplest of illusions. Your tin army cannot see invisible things.”

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The Patrol Tower

Chapter 4

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Up to this point you and Abby had gotten lucky weather-wise. It was spring and for the first few days of patrol it was a temperate 60 degrees with a soft breeze. You had solid visibility and the added benefit of the comforting warmth from the sunshine. The city was growing greener by the day, the vibrant foliage taking over the drab ruins of Seattle, it was beautiful. Spring always breathed life into those around you, hope blossomed along with the flowers. The worry for food significantly dissipated, kids got to run around outside reminding people of the hope for the future, and best of all, patrols were a hell of a lot easier.

As soon as you and Abby cleared the distance from the field to the edge of the city clouds rolled in. Muted thunder started to echo across the landscape and lightning crackled within the dark clouds. Rain wouldn’t be far behind.

Abby starts cursing under her breath and sighing as she leads the way into the city. You and Abby start walking a bit faster to make it to the city edge in hopes of using some of the buildings for shelter. You each had raincoats, but they would easily get soaked through. From Abby’s reaction to the rainclouds you had assumed that she, like you, had also almost contracted hypothermia because of the thin ass raincoats.

“If the rain gets to be too much, we’ll figure out somewhere to make camp.” Abby is walking slightly ahead of you, but she doesn’t bother to turn back to talk to you.

“I would disagree with you and say we should just keep going, but I don’t want to get hypothermia again.” Agreeing with her creates this ache inside of you, it’s almost physically painful. It causes you to grit your teeth and take a breath before continuing. As you are trying to repair your sense of dignity Abby laughs. She actually fucking laughs. It’s brief, but it’s genuine, it’s not at you either, it’s at what you had said.

“Of course you got hypothermia from rain, but I can’t poke too much fun, I’ve come close a few times myself.” She’s… carrying on the conversation? Jesus she must be as bored as you.

You try not to overthink it and add, “It’s these useless fucking raincoats.” Abby laughs a little again and the pleasant conversation ends there.

You and Abby had officially made it into the city, you start walking past old businesses and corporate buildings and you can’t help but marvel at it. Your mind tended to wander when you were in the city, something in you yearned for the normalcy of before. You wanted to know what it was like to go shopping for clothes and jewelry, you imagined what it would be like to be in college. You had been told by older people at base that you were about college age. They said it came after high school, and you got to make friends and go to parties. They said it was like a taste test of adulthood before you were launched head first into a fully independent life. You think it would be nice to have some sort of preamble to independence, you really had no one to rely on for most of your life. You were fortunate enough to live where there were only a few infected scattered around at any given time. You were able to sneak past them most of the time, which was helpful. As a thirteen year old you didn’t have much of a chance against any infected. Once you got older you learned how to kill them if you needed to, but you honestly weren’t sure how you made it as long as you did. You survived practically alone for six years, occasionally bumping into groups of people, some good, some bad. The good ones always seemed to leave you in the worst ways.

Raindrops cause you to snap out of your train of thought. You switch your backpack from your back to your front to take out the flimsy raincoat. Abby does the same, still a few paces ahead of you. It was kind of odd how she wouldn’t walk alongside you, but you chalked it down for a need for control. If she felt like she needed to lead, you weren’t going to put in the energy to argue. This part of the city didn’t have much shelter from the rain in terms of overhangs or canopies, so if the rain got any worse you and Abby would have to find someplace to wait it out.

Of course soon enough the light sprinkle turned into a steady downpour. The raindrops collected on your bodies, quickly soaking through the thin raincoats, then your clothes. Abby is trudging on through the cold rain, her sheer determination propelling her forward. It wasn’t until she turned back to check on you and saw your teeth chattering that she started to consider stopping. You wouldn’t dare start to complain, you wanted to get back just as much as she did, but Abby saw you were starting to weaken. Your shivering was taking over your whole body, slowing you down. The way Abby looked at you was revolting. The pity on her face was clear as day, no way you were going to be the reason it took an extra day to get back to base.

Abby stops in her tracks, turns around to face you and sighs “I think…we’re going to have to find a place to stop.” She hesitates, predicting your stubborn nature.

“D-don’t be ridiculous, w-we can keep going.” Abby gives you a look, silently telling you to stop lying.

“You’re shaking so hard you can barely walk. You’re allowed to get cold, you know, you’re only human.” When she says this it makes you realize she isn’t shivering at all, in fact she looks fine.

“How the f-fuck are you not cold?” You ask accusingly, the fact that she seemed unaffected by the rain was pissing you off.

Abby just shrugs “I don’t get cold much. Now cut the bullshit and help me find a place for us to set up camp.” She starts to walk away expecting you to follow, but you stay rooted in place.

“A-Abby I told you I’m fine. Let’s keep going please.” Abby turns back around and sighs. She begins to walk towards you, only stopping when she’s inches away from you. You can see every one of her muscles outlined perfectly through her soaked clothing. She towered over you, but you stood your ground, remaining stubbornly in place.

“Look sweetheart, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way we end up setting up camp. Your choice.” She isn’t even phased by your difficult behavior.

Abby was about ready to scoop you up off your feet and carry you to shelter, until you caved. “Alright,” you sigh in defeat, “Looks like there’s a good spot over there.” You gesture to a small, stand alone building. The smaller the building, the less potential for being overpowered by infected. Abby nods and begins to walk over, you hobble behind her, weakening by the minute. She was right, you wouldn’t have made it, but you would never admit that. You’d sooner collapse on the pavement than admit Abby Anderson was right.

Eventually you and Abby end up at the front door. The blonde reaches for the door handle and pushes, and of course it doesn’t budge. Almost every door in the city has a blockade of furniture behind it. She begins using brute force, putting her weight against the door, her muscles straining against the wood. It moves about an inch and Abby huffs in frustration.

She turns around, scanning the building, eventually her eyes landing on a small window near the front door. “We’ll have to try that window.” She suggests, you nod vigorously, desperate to rest. Abby peers through the window trying to see if there’s any life inside. When she doesn’t see any movement she uses the butt of her gun to break open the window. Thankfully the sound was muffled significantly by the rain, making loud noises in the middle of the city was a death sentence.

Abby crawls in first, careful not to cut herself on the glass. You follow not far behind, it takes you a bit longer due to your weakening state. Abby offers her hand as support and you’re so tired you take it without question and jump down into the house, your feet crunching against the glass.

The building is obviously an apartment, this room is the ghost of what once was a living room and dining room. An old couch sits in the middle of the room, a few chairs scattered around it. There’s a small hallway leading to another part of the apartment, probably the kitchen. The blonde moves towards the tall china cabinet sitting in the corner of the room and gets into position to move it to block the window. Before she could start pushing a screech echoes through the building. It came from down the hallway, it was close. Abby immediately halts her movements and ushers you over to her side. You move quickly and quietly across the room, huddling against the wall. You were positioned so if anything were to come down the hallway you and Abby would see it first. Soon enough a clicker stumbles into the room, you’ll never get used to their unsettling movements no matter how many times you see them. You try to breathe, but it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. The creature is darting around making unholy, hollow clicking noises and Abby is just watching, waiting. You’re frozen in fear, feeling pathetic, you can’t even get your shit together, you should be used to this by now. Your breath becomes loud, too loud. Abby looks over at you, annoyed at first, but when she sees your wide eyes and flushed face she softens. Your eyes are glued to the mindless beast, terror taking over your whole body.

Suddenly you feel a large hand grab yours. You whip your head around and watch Abby guide your hand to her chest, letting you feel her steady breaths. Her warm skin almost shocks your ice cold hand, but the feeling of her strong, solid body against your hand almost immediately grounds you. She moves her head up and down in sync with her breathing to help you find a rhythm, her expression remaining almost neutral. She wasn’t angry or frustrated, her expression made it seem like she didn’t mind helping you, or maybe that’s just what you wanted to see. Your breathing begins to slow and Abby starts watching the clicker’s movements, your hand still on her chest.

Abby pulls out a makeshift shiv as soon as the creature turns around and nods at you before slowly moving away from your hand and towards the clicker. You watch as she quickly impales the monster in the neck, one last chilling sound escaping from its lips. It falls backwards into Abby and she catches it under its arms. She drags it over to the window, a trail of blood marking their path. The blonde awkwardly pushes the corpse out the window before jumping out and grabbing it once again, dragging the lifeless body to the street. You watch through the window as she washes her hands clean of the blood using the steady flow of water from the gutters.

The entire action was extraordinarily considerate, but you’re sure it couldn’t have all been for your benefit. No one wants to sleep next to a rotting corpse.

She crawls back inside and drags the china cabinet across the room to block the window. Once it’s in its place she slides down the wall, a relieved sigh escaping from her lips. After a few seconds she manages to catch her breath. You still haven’t moved an inch, you’re just staring at Abby completely lost in your own mind, shaking like a leaf.

“Hey,” Abby waves her hand to get your attention, you realize she has probably been trying to get your attention for a hot minute. “You okay?” she asks earnestly.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” You still don’t move and Abby can’t hide her concerned expression.

“Okay.” Abby gives in, she’s not your friend so why even bother? Why should she care? Maybe it was the petrified look on your face. An all too familiar look that she has had plastered on her face throughout multiple occasions. She wasn’t always this composed, this unphased. It took years of incomparable, horrific events to make her this way, it was like calluses had formed around her being, protecting her while also keeping her from feeling.

You remove your backpack agonizingly slowly, exhaustion taking over your body. You begin to unzip your backpack and it’s almost like you’re moving in slow motion. Suddenly a hand comes into your line of vision, snatching away the backpack.

“What-” Your words barely come out as a whisper. If this happened under normal circumstances you would have already snatched the bag out of Abby’s hands, but currently your body could barely hold itself up.

You watch as she quickly unzips the bag and grabs out your sleeping bag. You’re immediately confused as to what she’s doing. Is she… helping you right now? She kneels down, rolls out the sleeping bag and unzips it. Abby looks at you and back at the puffy, inviting sleeping bag, indicating for you to crawl into it and fall asleep. With your eyes half closed you still manage an eyebrow raise, suspicious of her intentions.

“Seriously?” Abby scoffs. “You can barely keep your eyes open and you're fighting me? Come lay down sweetheart, before I regret helping you out.” You sigh and reluctantly crawl into the sleeping bag. Immediately collapsing upon your body hitting the plushy fabric. Your eyes are closed, but you feel Abby gently zip up the sleeping bag. You’re too tired to consider the fact that this small action could mean she might not hate you anymore, instead you promptly fall asleep, sinking into a peaceful oblivion.

I know it's been like a month since I last updated this, but I hope you enjoyed <3

#abby anderson #the last of us #abby x you #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers

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Krang Pie Final Chapter

Warnings: mentions of torture, Bishop being a jerk, alien possession, battle, intense gore, unhygienic and amateur surgery

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Chapter 11

Leo regretted not leaving behind an explanation for his dad and best friend but he had other priorities to worry about. He sighed heavily, looking at the giant building before him. Time to go talk to one of his least favorite humans in the entire world. Opening up a portal, he stepped inside, reappearing in a fancy and well-furnished office, the leather chair turned around. He walked up to the desk with no hesitation.

“We need to talk.” He told the back of the chair. The click of guns taking their safety off echoed all around him, more than a dozen red dots pointed at him.

The chair finally swiveled around, revealing a tall and lean man, sunglasses on despite the lack of any sunlight. “Hello, Leonardo. Such a pleasant welcome to see you again. Did you change your mind about you and your brothers giving up their bodies for science?”

“Hardly, Bishop.” He snapped, leaning closer despite the way the guns were aimed and ready. “I need to ask you something confidential.”

The man made a slight wave of his hand and the guns were relaxed, the room emptying. “What is it you need? It had better be good, I have a meeting with the president in ten minutes. He’s not a fan of mutants. Thinks you smell stinky.”

Leo ignored the prodding and immature insults, not in the mood for games. “Somehow a krang got back on earth. I need to know for sure that the key to the prison dimension is somewhere the krang can never access.”

Bishop sighed. “Doubting me already? I have the most high-tech security system of anyone in this century. To insinuate anyone could sneak past our defenses is laughable.”

“I got in pretty easy.” Leo reminded the man, irritation lacing his voice.

Bishop turned around a laptop, revealing a video of the turtle outside the building, just a few minutes prior. “That’s because I let you in.”

Leo grumbled, crossing his arms. “Whatever. Just show me the key so I can make sure it’s safe.”

***

The krang hiding in Mikey listened to Leo’s conversation with great interest. Such a shame the turtle hadn’t checked his medical pack for the microphone and tracking device placed on it. As much as he hated that purple one, he certainly had made things easier. The krang listened closely, already mapping the building as they walked through it.

He stuck to the shadows, staying in alleyways and avoiding the light when possible. He really should have chosen a human to infect instead of these mutant freaks that the population was so afraid of. But beggars couldn’t be choosers.

It was still a bit difficult to control this body. So many different working parts. It had been quite a while since he’d done this as well, the carnivorous plant take-over a distant memory. But he had a long way to walk. Quite a while to get good at it. He wondered how he was going to torture that accursed blue turtle next. Maybe he would make this turtle body eat him. The thought put a smile on his face.

***

Leo and Bishop descended a myriad of stairs, passing multiple locks, DNA tests and passwords that made the process extra long and annoying. Around the 12 consecutive DNA test, Leo was more than a little testy.

“Are we almost there? I have to get back to my family soon.” He didn’t add his silent worry that he hoped he’d still have a family to get back to.

“Patience, my beloved mutant. Patience.”

Ten minutes later, and they were in a sealed off area deep within the belly of the building. It was a very confined space with large glass windows that loomed around the walls. There was large machinery on the ceiling with metal arms that made this place look more like a torture chamber than a safe. The large medical berth covered in dark stains didn’t help either.

But there in the center on a pedestal was the prison dimension key, just as ominous as the day he’d had to use it. Leo knocked on one of the windows experimentally. “And you’re sure this thing will hold?”

“Positive.” Bishop gave a lazy smile as he leaned against the door frame, his unnerving robotic eye peeking from behind the sunglasses. “Nothing gets in here and nothing gets out.”

Leo raised a brow. “Not even with my portals?”

“Once the area is locked, not even mystic weaponry can escape.” He shrugged. “I have the krang technology to thank for that.”

Leo nodded solemnly, face still devoid of any lightheartedness in the presence of this scientist cyborg. This was part of the reason he didn’t want to trust Bishop. The man openly admitted he had means to immobilize his brothers with that grin on his face. But he had no choice. Leo walked over to the key, the unnerving face on it staring back at him. Safe, for now.

Bishop walked out, giving a half-hearted wave of his hand as he left the door open. “Stay as long as you like. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave. Don’t want to bring in a draft.”

Leo sighed, looking at the key. He may have messed it up once before, but there was no way he was letting the krang get ahold of it again.

No sooner had the thought cross his mind did something slam into his chest, knocking him to the ground. He landed hard on his shoulder, gasping for air, lungs struggling to hold any.

Michelangelo stood above him, mouth stretched in a mockery of a smile, tentacles peeking from his teeth as the krang didn’t bother to hide its presence anymore. “So nice of you to do all of the work for me, earthling.”

“No…” Leo protested weakly, propping himself up on his elbows but unable to move any more than that.

The mutant stepped closer, a greedy glee in his gait. He reached over to the key, laughing as he did. He loved these stupid, gullible earthlings. Instead of meeting solid material, however, it wavered when his hands touched it, meeting air.

“What?” He swiped his fingers through it. The image wavered before disappearing.

Leo finally stood up, backing away with a cocky grin. “The good old feeding false information through the tracker bit. I’ve been using that one on Donnie for years. Now we’re going to rip that little parasite right out of you, mi hermano!”

The creature screeched, tentacles erupting from his mouth, ready to fight. Leo grabbed at the door handle to get back to safety. But it didn’t open. Leo slammed his fist on the door. “We had a deal, Bishop! I bring the krang and you extract it for your stupid little experiments.”

Bishop appeared, safely behind one of the glass panels. “Yes, well. Little detail in the fine print. I never said I would get you out of there.”

Panic started to bubble in Leo’s stomach and he hit the door as desperately as he could. An electric shock soon stopped him, letting out a cry of pain as he stumbled back. Blue electricity lit around the room, giving an eerie glow.

“Away from the walls, please. I hate cleaning blood off of them.” Bishop chuckled.

“You two faced lying cyberman reject!” Leo yelled at him. “I never should have trusted you!”

He didn’t have long to worry about it, however, as Michelangelo launched himself at the red slider turtle, making him jump to avoid attack.

“You seem like you have your hands full, Leonardo. Might want to keep an eye on him.”

The mutant hybrid hissed, body jerking around but much more collected and aggressive than before. It swiped at Leo with its hands, each strike holding enough force to crack a skull. Leo dodged, backing up. He tried opening a portal with his sword. Nothing happened. Freaking Bishop.

Leo jumped atop the pedestal, trying to buy some time to think. “How am I supposed to get the krang out of him? You promised me you could take it out.”

“Oh I did.” Bishop agreed. “And you do have a surgeon in there. One of the best swordsmen in all of New York.”

Leo’s stomach sank as he looked down at his own two swords. Bishop wasn’t just unhinged, he was downright sadistic. Something grabbed Leo’s ankle and he was yanked down. His face slammed into the metal floor, stars dancing in his vision. He shook it off, slicing sideways and cutting off the offending tentacle.

The monster screeched, appendage writhing on the ground before falling still. The krang didn’t have enough energy to split apart anymore. Standing back up, Leo wiped blood away from his eyes, adrenaline simmering through his veins. They circled each other for a moment, each sizing the other up.

Then, as though a bell had been rung, they both dashed into an attack.

The creature threw a flurry of punches, each one blocked by Leo’s arm. It moved with incredible force but still jilted like an infested puppet.

“I bet you’re mad you didn’t get Raph, aren’t you?” Leo taunted as he deflected another blow. “Fistfights were never Mikey’s thing.”

It screeched, spittle splattering across Leo’s face. He grabbed its arm, throwing it over his shoulder. Before he could pin it, however, his legs were knocked out from under him. It pounced on him, fingernails digging into his skin. He barely felt them, throwing his weight so he rolled on top of it. It writhed, bucking and throwing him off.

It was only a second before it lunged at him again. He brought his swords up, handles deflecting the blow. Inside its mouth, a tentacle lashed out, cutting his cheek and only narrowly missing his eye. That brought very uncomfortable parallels he’d rather not think of right now.

He kneed the creature in the side. Instead of taking it in stride, it fell over, clutching its side and moaning in pain. Lights clicked on in Leo’s brain.

“Bishop!” Leo called out, not even wondering if said man was still here. “Where is his stomach?”

Sure enough, his voice did come a second later, Bishop frowning behind the glass. “I dunno. What am I, a doctor? Probably in his middle somewhere. Duh.”

Leo was starting to wish he’d trapped Bishop in here with him. “Tell me specifically where his stomach is. The organ! I need to try something. Just look it up on one of your scanner thingies please!”

The krang was starting to recover. Bishop sighed. “The things I do for possible scientific dissection.”

The creature hissed, standing up. Leo’s heart jumped in his throat. “Bishop! Hurry!”

“Fine, fine. I’m doing it. I hate Gen Z, you’re all so impatient.” Bishop grumbled with all the enthusiasm of a 13-year-old brushing their teeth. “Ehhh it’s on the right, below his heart.”

Leo knew what he had to do. He stood up, the creature watching him as it braced itself for another attack. His swords clattered onto the ground. Weaponless, he held out his arms. “Mikey, I just want to let you know, that I don’t want to hurt you.”

The creature paused but then charged at him. Without hesitation, Leo redirected the attack, slamming his brother into the ground.

“But I will if I have to.” He finished.

It squirmed, struggling under the weight that had it pinned down. It wouldn’t be able to beat Leo in just a test of strength like this. The tentacles retracted from the mouth, allowing it to speak easier and use his brother's voice. “Do you want to know what your precious little brother thought of you?”

The creature reached back, clawing Leo’s arm. His grip loosened and it wriggled away, landing a hit on his stomach as if for revenge.

“He thought you were weak! Pathetic!” The monstrosity snarled. “Some sniveling shell of yourself that needed to be coddled because of how useless you are now.”

It threw another hit, one Leo reacted to slower than before. He stumbled back. “You don’t know anything about him.”

Its face split into a malicious grin. “Oh but I do. We spent so many hours together. Him and I, working on becoming just like the mighty krang!”

Leo tried to reach for its face but it easily evaded, forcing Leo to back up even more. “Mikey. Just listen to me for a moment, okay?”

It screeched, mouth open so wide that Michelangelo’s lips bled. “Your brother is gone! Your attempts to ‘reach him’ are pathetic drivel!”

Leo nearly tripped, backing into a long black slab, some mockery of a hospital bed in a torture room. He was backed into a corner. He took a shaky breath. “I know you were just trying to help. I’m not mad at you.”

The creature showed no hint of what it once was. It picked up one of Leo’s swords. He didn’t try to run. The sword raised high above the creature’s head.

Before it could swing down, however, Leo reached up and shifted its mask.

The blindness couldn’t have lasted longer than a second but that was all he needed. He knocked the sword away. Once off balance, he grabbed the mutant’s arm, swinging it over onto the slab. He untied the mask.

“What do you think you’re doing, you miserable wretch?” It snarled, moving to get up before Leo slammed it down again.

He took the bandana and bound its hands, tying it to the berth. It writhed and kicked but Leo merely reached for his sword, using his weight to keep his brother from moving away.

“I’m not giving up on you Mikey!” The krang had infested Mikey’s stomach, his very inner lining. Bishop had already told him the only way to get the krang out was to cut it out in its nesting space. He raised the sword.

“No! Have you gone mad?!” It almost sounded terrified.

Leo pressed on, plunging the sword onto his brother’s shelled stomach, pressing hard to get past the plastron. Blood gushed out, a small line at first and then a pool flooding out. The creature screamed, a sound so human it was hard to believe it was an alien.

“I never needed someone who could fix me.” He continued explaining, blade cutting through the flesh and fluids, a sickly squelching sound. Something bulged amid the gore, something beyond the gushing blood. He sliced it open. The krang burst through, a pink blob with eyes and teeth, more nerves attached than its larger counterpart. It cried out, trying to hide amidst the organs. “Because no matter what happens and no matter how badly you screw up…”

His sword was too bulky and he couldn’t risk cutting Mikey up anymore. He dropped it, clattering to the ground and painting the floor in more red. He plunged his hand into the mess, biting his tongue to try and fight back the bile. “I’m never going to abandon you! You’re my brother and no matter how many times you push me or struggle to be the person you used to be, I am never giving up on you. That was all I needed from you!”

His wrist was swallowed by the blood and organs, taut intestines entangling his hand as he pushed past them. But his fingers found purchase, the writhing creature caught in his grip. He pulled as hard as he could, strings of flesh and nerves ripping apart. Both Mikey and the creature screamed in agony. It didn’t give easy. But the parasite finally separated from his brother.

Leo fell backwards with it, breathing heavily as the creature bit and slapped at him in vain. He took only a moment to make sure he wouldn’t vomit before he addressed the audience who had watched the violent debacle. “Bishop. You had better patch up my brother and make sure he lives or else I’m going to get rid of your precious krang specimen.”

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Mikey was in pain. That was one of the first things he was aware of, even before he was aware of himself. Not just the sharp burning in his abdomen but also the dull ache in his head, his arms, his everywhere. He struggled against the weight of sleep, fighting every step of the way to just open his eyes. His vision was a little too white and blinding, so he blinked a few times to get used to it. Leo’s face was full of worry and nervousness, his smile strained at the edges.

“Hey. How you feeling, Mikey?”

It only took him a few seconds to remember everything. To remember how he’d endangered everyone by trying to handle the krang himself.

“Leo.” Hot tears filled his eyes and he sat up on the bed, ignoring the screaming pain. “Leo, I’m so sorry.”

He held open his arms and they were in a hug instantly. Leo gave his younger brother a gentle squeeze, making sure to be careful with his injuries.

“I forgive you, Mikey. I meant what I said earlier.”

In some kinder universe he wouldn’t have been aware of the damage he had caused once the krang took over. But not here. Every agonizing second and sensation of hurting his family was catalogued in his memory. He held tight to Leo, sobs barely contained.

“Come on. Let’s get you home, big man.”

Mikey was thankfully still able to walk, although he was so weak he had to lean heavily against his brother.

Bishop waved them off as they left. “Pleasure doing business with you boys.”

Leo scoffed but otherwise let it go. Mikey kept his free arm firmly around his sides.

“My stomach still hurts so bad.” He hated how he sounded like he was whiny and ungrateful. But he couldn’t stand the thought of keeping anymore secrets, even a small one like how much pain he was in.

“I know, Miguel. It’s probably going to hurt for a long while.” There was sympathy in the slider’s eyes but still a soft smile on his face. “Bishop has the most advanced medicine he could steal. Considering what happened in there, you should probably be dead.”

Guilt settled on Mikey like a blanket, suffocating but also familiar. Leo picked up on the tension he unintentionally created and gentled bumped his younger brother with his arm.

“But I’m glad you’re not.” He finished.

“I’m sorry Leo. For making this whole mess. I thought I was protecting you.” His chest still burned from all the memories. He tried to distract himself from all the emotion he was feeling by asking a niggling question he’d had. “Did you really just give him that krang? I mean, I wasn’t really all that attached—” He watched Leo struggle not to make a joke “…I don’t care what happens to it, but I don’t want to help Bishop any more than I have to.”

His older brother grinned. “Don’t worry. Little detail in the fine print. I said I would let him have his experiment. I never said I would leave it for him alive.”

Mikey mirrored his smile before he got choked up again, trying not to cry. He’d forgotten how much of a crybaby he was without the krang infestation. “I’m scared to go back, Leo. I didn’t just hurt you. I hurt everyone. Nothing is going to be the same.”

Leo nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey. Come on. We go through those changes at least once a month. Nothing ever stays the same for long.”

Mikey nodded, trying to rub away his tears that just kept coming. Leo really wasn’t the best at being sincere in moments like these. That was Mikey’s thing. So he just slung his arm around his little brother as they headed home.

There were even more tears when they arrived (mostly from Raph), hugs and a very long lecture (also from Raph). Their home was still a mess, things overturned and quite a few chores that they had intended to finish last minute before Splinter and April came back. But all in all, it was good to be home.

They all smiled until they heard an angry voice ring out. “Boys! What happened to my favorite cushion?!”

#finally finished #I may or may not have alt endings to share later on #thank you so much to everyone who supported the story here and on tiktok #especially you ezrahayls I see you being the first to like I would die for you #I'm making these tags too long sjwjdije #krang pie #rottmnt krang #rottmnt #rottmnt fic #save rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt horor #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fanfiction

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redlilyqueen · 8 months

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i beat armored core 6! as someone who has long, long gone on record as a "souls-like disliker", and has never touched armored core before now- AC6 FUCKIN' RULES.

i think comparisons to dark souls and the ilk are... kinda fair, considering that's what fromsoft's been best known for the past how many years. understandable at minimum. in that vein, speaking on dark souls to expand on my feelings... it's basically just how fuckin painfully sluggish it is. no matter why it's like that, that's just something i can't really deal with in a video game. that and i've always been exceedingly turned off by the purported difficulty of the genre... in combination with the aforementioned especially.

by my knowledge, armored core 6's similarities to soulslikes begins and ends at: -you can be pretty sluggish depending on your build -there's a lot of difficult boss fights -made by fromsoft games. i think i had something else to put here originally but i forgot it -you can customize a thing pretty much however you like i guess

let me tell you, my friends, i have a need for speed imprinted in my soul, and armored core 6 DELIVERS. even when i made bulkier ACs for heavier weapons that stuff could MOVE if you knew how to move it... and the parts to use i guess (more under the cut)

This game goes fast. half the time, working by the arena's standards, i could kill an enemy AC in around 50 seconds. and those fights with enemy ACs are frenetic and fun as hell. not to mention the grander bosses in the game! they're often difficult fights, yes, but i never felt discouraged even once.

one thing i found particularly exciting was just the number of options- even if i only really ended up using a handful, lol. i was sort of surprised by how most weapons and even some parts can last you pretty much the whole game if the build's effective enough- my primary ACs all ended up being a Double Trigger build using the gatling guns. in fact, up until near the end of the game when i decided to expand my horizons just a bit, that and variations of it were all i would use- And i used the single same head for basically the whole game.

for my build with the lightest double jointed legs (and at the start in general), i had to use the first machine guns you unlock, because i was a maniac for lots of missiles and they got pretty weighty. but i ended up eventually unlocking double joint legs with comparable enough performance that could handle more weight, and, well... it was gatling gun city from then on.

and, even with the gatling guns and the twenty missiles, those builds stayed pretty freaking quick! whether i was using the lightweight tank treads or double jointed legs, it was showtime all the time, and i rained hellfire. ... i did tend to run clean out of ammo a fair number of times though, at least in the mid-game.

i forget whether it was here or twitter, but i saw a post somewhere not long before i started playing the game that- to sum it up succinctly- basically amounted to "best thing to do is keep the enemy in your sights and stay out of your enemy's sights, so build for fast movement + evasion". and i definitely took it to heart, at least subconsciously... and, i mean, let's be real- i probably woulda gone for builds like that anyways, being me.

on that note, the game is very newcomer friendly, i think- once you get over the first hurdle of the boss in the intro mission, anyways. the tutorials, and tutorial missions especially, were quite thorough, handed out in parts so as not to overwhelm. and exact info on any of the many different stats to each AC part were only a few buttons away in the building menu. not to mention the ease of which you can build an AC and then get right to testing it- even so far as to be able to hop into the assembly menu from testing, and go right back with nary even a loading screen. Real good shit.

to make a long post short, this game let me play as an approximation of chris yukine if she were a mecha, and that is a very powerful thing to put in my hands, and i'm very glad i decided on a whim to buy this game from a series my datefriend really likes.

time for new game plus!

(here's ICHAIVAL if you wanna see her btw :> thanks for reading all that, i think)

#chrisposts #christhoughts #ac6

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Various Baki x Reader

Chapter 6

Author’s note: I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with writing this story but I am. So enjoy for the few people that love Baki as much as I do.

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“This little house on the beach is gorgeous.” (Your name) gazed at the small house in awe. “It’s perfect for beach strolls and training.”

“I know right? I think it was a great find. We can go swimming anytime we want. And shake these bodies all we want.” Zaria shook her hips playfully, a giggle escaping (your name)‘s lips.

“These hips don’t lie.” (Your name) shook her hips playfully at Zaria.

“So how was the visit with Hanayama?”

“I kissed his cheek and he kissed my forehead. He’s extremely attractive. His voice was even yummy.”

“His voice was yummy?” Zaria clicked her tongue. “Who is trying to devour who?”

“He’s just so big… I kind of want him.”

“You… you can’t possibly be serious?” Zaria gasped at the thought of her friend with that big scary man. “He’s so scary looking. You two are like beauty and the beast.”

“He’d treat me right and take me anywhere I want to go.” (Your name) hummed, (skin color) hands picking up the present box that contained the diamond necklace he had bought her. “But he likes gifting me these necklaces that look like fancy dog collars. Do you think he wants to own me?”

“Maybe he lost a lot of oxygen in his head when you crushed it like a grape between your thighs.”

“He said he was into it so don’t kink shame him.”

“Gross!” The two girls laughed before continuing to unpack everything. “I also snuck a peak at the note you have. Whose that from?”

“It’s from Jack. He wants to take me out this upcoming Saturday. Not sure if it’s a date or a fight.” (Your name) carefully placed the sunflowers Hanayama had gotten her by her bedside table. “Either way, he has a lot of competition.”

Zaria peaked her head from her room, a smirk on her pretty lips. “If you bring one of them back for some sexy time, give three knocks on the door. I will go somewhere far away-“

“You’re jumping the gun now.” (Your name) laughed. “I barely know them-“

“Well you barely know that Hanayama guy but you gave him a kiss on the cheek-“

“I kissed Katsumi on the cheek too.”

“Did you?! Is that why he was staring at you like a lovesick puppy?” Zaria chuckled at the blush on (your name)‘s face.

“I couldn’t help it. He’s really cute. I’m serious about eating him-“

“Do you want me to teach you how to give a blow-“

“Moving too fast. But I may take you up on that offer in the future-“

“My baby is growing up! She’s finally interested in sex!” Zaria cheered, (your name) rolling her eyes. “I want every detail if you do. And I want to know if they have single friends. You need to hook your girl up. I need some mind blowing sex-“

“Calm down now.” (Your name) laughed, a wide grin on her face. “I’m not official with any of them yet-“

“Then test drive all of them before you commit.”

“Ha! They’re not cars, you goof.” The two shared a laugh, Zaria clapping her hands when she realized something.

“You told Katsumi you’d visit the Shinshinkai dojo once you got out right?”

“He can wait. I’ll go tomorrow. It’s a Friday so we might be able to hang out.”

“You must really like him.”

“He’s the easiest to hold a conversation with. And he’s good with kids.”

“Who is jumping the gun now? I thought you didn’t want kids?”

“I don’t. But sometimes I do. I just live in a dangerous world and he seems to be the most stable out of everyone else so far.”

“So far?! Are you building a harem?” Zaria choked on her spit, her dark eyes wide. “You have four possible suitors, how many do you want?”

“Well five if you count that doctor you think is attractive.” (Your name) teased, Zaria gasping dramatically.

“Not the doctor! Share someone with me!”

“I’m sure we’ll find you someone.”

(Your name) ran a brush through her hair, checking her appearance in the full length body mirror in her room. Today her body was adorned in (gold/ silver) jewelry to go with her cream cropped tank and olive high waist linen pants. She wanted to wear something that she could move freely in but also fight in if she had to.

(Your name) threw on a long cream colored cardigan that went down to her ankles. She wanted to look modest but comfortable. She wasn’t sure how the people in Japan dressed.

“You look like comfortable.” Zaria piped up. (Your name)’s brows raised at Zaria’s new locs.

“Did you stay up all night twisting in faux locs? I love the gold beads with it.”

“Thank you for noticing! I needed to do something with my hair or it’ll be frizzy.” Zaria also had a mustard cardigan and white pants on. The only difference between the two girl’s outfits is that Zaria had on a white tube top. Both girls wore simple woven sandals.

“You look beautiful. Trying to find a man?”

“I can’t have you getting all the men now. A girl needs some play too.” The two laughed together before smiling at each other. “I also am now going to be the lunch lady at the school. I got the job. Are you starting Monday too?”

“Yes I am. I’m so excited to be around kids again. It’s been such a long time.”

“Let’s make our way towards that dojo then. I can’t wait to watch the baby fever take over.” (Your name) smacked Zaria’s arm with a laugh.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve made it this far in life.” Zaria grinned at (your name).

“Why don’t we have a bon fire tonight and you can bring your little karate boyfriend back? Tell him to bring me a friend too? We can give them some aged cachaço?”

“You think they can handle some Brazilian rum? We can ask them to bring something to drink too.”

“Dancing, eating, and drinking is important to our culture. Might as well share the magic.”

“I’m amazed they didn’t take the liquor when we sailed here. And I saw some drums by the front door too. How much did they let us keep?

“Everything because I flashed them. These boobs are magic, baby.”

“You’re wild.”

“I’m here to see Orochi Katsumi.” (Your name) smiled at one of the men at the front door with a karate uniform, the man’s mouth hanging open at the two beautiful young women who stood in front of their dojo. He was a massive man with brown hair that was in an under cut. He seemed to be the friendliest of the men out front.

“Are you… are you his girlfriend?!” The guy smiled wide, eyes sparkling. “He’s training some children right now, but I can take you and your friend to him. Just take off your shoes.”

(Your name) and Zaria took off their shoes. Zaria wiggling her eyebrows at (your name).

“Dang. You’re his girlfriend?”

“Shh.” (Your name) shushed her friend, the two girls following the man.

(Your name) tried her best to focus ahead, the men of the dojo were all staring at Zaria and her like they were fresh meat. Their gazes were so intense that she felt as if hands were touching her. It didn’t help that Zaria was openly checking them all out.

“Katsumi is in here. My name is Suedou Atsushi if you need anything.”

“Well actually. Are you single, mister Suedou.” Zaria sunk her fangs right in and (your name) knew better than to get in the panther’s way.

“Um, I am actually.” Atsushi nervously ran a hand through his hair. Poor guy probably has never gotten any play before. Boy was he in for a ride.

“Thank you for bringing me to see, Katsumi. I’ll leave you two to talk.” (Your name) bowed, leaving the two be. She went up to the door to knock, her eyes wide at the scene in front of her.

A group of young boys around the age of five or six were trying to kick, their little legs clumsily flailing all over. A flustered Katsumi trying to direct the class, his broken arm still in a cast.

One of the kids peaked over in her direction before running over with a smile.

“Are you sensei’s girlfriend?!” The kid exclaimed, a shocked gasp audible from the room.

“Satoshi that is so-“ Katsumi froze when he made it to the door, a bright blush on his face. “Ah. (Your name), I hadn’t realized you were here.”

“Are you already telling people about me?”

“No-“

“Sensei is lying! He was talking about a pretty lady with (your general description) to the grownups!”

(Your name) smirked at the growing blush on Katsumi’s face.

“Did he now?”

“Yes. Sensei likes you a whole lot.” The kid swung his arms in a wide circle to show her how much Katsumi liked her. “This much-“

“Satoshi, get back to practicing your kicks please.” Katsumi muttered. The poor man was so embarrassed, it was cute.

(Your name) grasped Katsumi’s hand with a smile.

“Well I told you I’d come see you here once I got out of the hospital. Do you mind if I watch you train?”

“N-not at all-“

“Yay! Sensei’s girlfriend will be with us!” The whole class began to giggle as Katsumi tried to take control of his mischievous class.

(Your name) placed a hand over her mouth as she smiled at Katsumi’s interactions with the kids. He wasn’t lying when he said he was good with them. The whole class really liked him.

(Your name) turned her eyes to see Zaria and Asushi flirting. It seems they hit it off well too.

Katsumi immediately went back to training his class, his dark eyes flitting over to (your name) every once in a while with a bright smile. She must’ve liked him as much as he liked her.

Katsumi couldn’t stop himself from daydreaming of a life with her. Him and her training their children in martial arts. (Your name) watching him train and run the dojo. They’re children hanging on their grandparents’ bodies with big smiles on their face. Would (your name) want a domestic life with him? He may be jumping the gun, but he knew that look in her eyes as they sparkled at the kids. She loved kids.

And if she chose him, she’d get as many as he could physically give her. Katsumi swore.

“Thanks for letting me watch you train, Katsumi.” (Your name) smiled at Katsumi, who smiled back.

“Thanks for coming to see me. Sorry they’re pretty ornery.”

“No, they were really cute. They must really like you to tease you like that.” (Your name) glanced at the kids who excitedly met their parents. “They just have so much energy.”

“Do you want to head to the garden for a bit?” Katsumi asked, his hand nervously running through his hair. “It’s a little more quiet over there. Plus I don’t have anymore classes for the day.”

“I’d love that actually.” (Your name) smiled at Katsumi. Her (eye color) eyes wandering over to Zaria who was chatting with the karate guys. Seems she was keeping her options open too.

The two made their way towards the garden, a certain Kenpo fighter glanced up from his sand bag. His eyes lighting up in recognition of the female fighter.

“Oh, miss (first name). I didn’t think I’d catch you here.” Retsu piped up, (your name) giving him a small smile.

“Hello, Retsu. It’s been a minute. I didn’t know you frequented the dojo here.”

“It has hasn’t it? Katsumi and I are very good friends.” Retsu smiled, not a single thing seeming off with his chivalrous demeanor.

“Yes. He is a very good friend of mine.” Katsumi placed his hand on (your name)‘s shoulder, unknown to (your name), he was giving Retsu the stink eye. “It was nice seeing you, Retsu.”

“It was nice seeing you and (your name) as well. I hope to see you more often, (your name).” (Your name) was oblivious of the tension between the two friends. The young woman simply giving Retsu a wave goodbye.

“See you around.”

Retsu went right back to training. A smile on his face. It wouldn’t be too hard to strike up a friendship with (your name). She was probably overwhelmed with all the romantic endeavors she’s been on so far, so a good friend would be much more welcome. And he would be that friend. The perfect friend who has all the answers to her problems.

Because Retsu had plenty of time to get what he wanted. She wouldn’t suspect any foul play from a kind, older man at all.

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Author’s note: Thanks for reading. I’d love hearing some feedback from everyone! I’m debating adding Jin Guevara to the list if anyone is interested!

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"See, I am a legend and I always win! The stars in the cosmos, they bow to my whim!" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 24 - “Jolt (Cleo, Scott)”

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Martyn buries Cleo alive while talking about pacing structure and roleplay plot points. Also, Mayor Scott gets a reality check about running a utopian server hub that no one ever leaves.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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ZombieCleo - Zombie

Status: Mentally stimulated

Historian, museum curator, and stadium gamemaster

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They're up in the tunnels, lying on their back on exposed tweenstone while the opals glitter in the walls above them. It's dead dark in here. She's got decent night vision and Martyn probably does too. Glowing eyes do help with that. She's got dirt coating most of her body. Martyn's patting more into place and really going off on a long-winded spiel. Yeah, he does that. Cleo rests with one hand on her stomach and lets him talk. Martyn just wants someone to talk to and she just wants to touch the loamy black soil outside the perimeter. They have to do this together or not at all.

"-enough foreshadowing, d'you think?" Martyn makes a vague swirl with his hand. "I mean, when I look at the storyboards, it seems a little bathtub-y, but I wanted to have fun with it. I think I can swing it- It's better to have fun."

"Mmhm," she says. "I mean, if you want to avoid info-dumping, tension's always going to be the best fix. The first thing I think of is just… Adding weapons. Or maybe slide the scene somewhere else, like a cliff. Or maybe you have a build or private room the viewers have never seen inside before, so it feels exciting even if it's full of talking."

"There's a thought!"

"Or- or, here's an idea- Give them a solid reason they can't actually leave. It doesn't even have to be physical restraints, right? Maybe one character has an item the other wants. Maybe it's just information. Or someone's hurt? You have that whole treasure-hunting schtick going on, right? Adding a collectible to the mix could amp the stakes."

"Oh, that's good. I like that… Withholding information is killer, dude."

"Not too much, though."

"No, no! It'll be clear well before the end. Hmm. Maybe it just needs a pacing restructure. A little more to draw things out, yeah? I might slip in an extra scene upfront that doesn't look important at the time, but should really tie things together down the road." He sprinkles dirt around her neck, making some stupid drawn-out show of it just because it gets his wings up, apparently. Cleo sticks out their tongue. He laughs, giving the wings a flap. "Ooh, actually- You know that respawn idea I had last Friday? What are your Week 2 thoughts on that?"

"Kill your darlings. Not the character- I mean the scene. Just opt for a near-death experience instead. I think the punch will hit harder."

"What hits harder than a respawn?"

Cleo shrugs, which waterfalls black dirt down their shoulders and across Martyn's skinned knees. "I mean, delays don't do you any good. You'll have dead space anyway because of all that travel time to get back to the main scene. Remember your Limited Life ending with the lava buckets? Just work around it. Set it up so you can stay around, even if you're injured. Respawns feel like cheating anyway- I mean, they refresh you back to full energy. It's a little cheap."

Martyn exhales. It leaves him like a swirl. "Hmm… Yeah, I can see that."

"Just think about it, at least. You don't have to throw the scene out."

"Yeah, I know. I do see your point. Spawn is so far away." He takes the spilled dirt and pats it into place again, pressing on the wrinkles until the stuff is sealed against her like a freshly frosted chocolate cake. "The thing is, I feel like I'm getting nowhere with the storyboards. I think I need to get into the dialogue. Maybe do some test drafts. A few bullet points, at least. I'll run them by you again next week and we can do a pros and cons list."

"Mmhm!"

That seems to satisfy him. See, Martyn likes to talk through plot points without spilling spoilers to the people he actually roleplays with. And he's always hungry. These are the two most important facts you need to know about Martyn, at least as far as Cleo and the gemstone cave are concerned. See, so long as they only allofeed him snippets at a time, he'll patiently wait until she's run out of souls to share before he finally takes her out. Even when she's well down in the depths of phantom hour, he'll let her push the boundary. Maybe farther than he should. Throw a soul in front of a phantom and you'll really wreck their aggro.

It's a balance of carrots and sticks. It's yin and yang. It's push and pull. Teamwork is essential. She never would've managed to carve out this secret cave without Martyn's wings lifting her past the bullet path moat or into the ceiling tunnel. Scott can poke around all he wants, but unless he thinks to look up, he's never going to find her hideaway.

The thing is, Martyn can whisk his help away any time he likes. At any time. He didn't withdraw when Double Life split them apart, though Cleo firmly told him chatting about Double Life was off the table the first time he opened his mouth. The third time, maybe. Sure, he whined and groveled about roleplay decompression for a bit (for "the" bit?), but she gave him a cornflower from her hair that he can keep in Between to match the one she gave him on the server. That's all the "We're okay; it's just a game" aftercare he really wanted. He eased up.

He never wore it, though, even though it was the start of the 100-day block back then, which is… confusing. She dropped by his and Jimmy's place once for a game night though, and there it was… in a vase. And honestly, it doesn't get any more clear than that: Thanks for the gift! Your friendship's important to me, but I reject your courtship. I'll keep it as a memento to show there's nothing weird between us, but I'm not wearing this. I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Martyn's full of wrong ideas. He does what he thinks is "funny." That's the polite way to put it. And since hanging out with Martyn in the caves is really just a business transaction, she should probably make an effort to be polite.

"What's so funny?" he asks, looking up from her dirt-covered arm.

"Bad joke."

"Share or it didn't happen."

Cleo blinks up, his form in shadow apart from the lapis-like glow of his eyes. "I gave you a flower a while back. During Double Life."

"Yeah?"

"You never wore it, but I saw it in your room. Just thought it was funny to interpret that as you saying 'I don't want Cleo to get the wrong idea' when you're full of wrong-"

"Whoa, whoa," he says, throwing his hands in the air. Cleo snorts and Martyn tsk-tsks, thwacking his tail against the dirt. "And this when I'm putting dirt on you."

"I do appreciate that, yeah."

He slaps the next clump down hard. Cleo jolts, but the glitter in his eyes tells them straight away that he's not really mad. "I can't believe that's what you think of me even in your private thoughts. And after all this time!"

"I'm petty, rude, and I commit to the bit. I'm not sure why you're surprised."

"I'm not."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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