#{ DON'T BUTTON MASH ME

[rubra-wav]

do you think vox would play videogames,, do you think you'd be able to play videogames on him,, and if you could, what would it be like for him?

OMG imagine you're playing some game on his screen, and you ask him if he can get closer because you can't see the game properly, he complains but gets closer anyway, you say he's still too far, he gets pissy and insults your eyesight because he's already close enough, so you take the matter into your own hands and pull him into your lap‼️ then the game crashes because he gets flustered

sorry for the ramble but i've been thinking abt this for SO long 😭

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Vox x reader: 'Frontseat gaming' oneshot

A/N Reader is playing Stardew Valley bc I say so (it is peak)

Vox would 100% be the type of gamer to just go "You're bad" at every step and bully you when you fail, and I will not hear anything less

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, just vox getting seriously flustered (we love to see it), romantic/crush reader

Here's me also just kinda discussing more onto this topic but not in drabble form.

- Your little character entered the mines, you frantically switching between squares as you fought monsters flying at you from every direction.

- ...Then you promptly died because you couldn't see properly.

- You inhaled deeply in irritation as you watched 3000 gold empty from your wallet, pressing a hand to your forehead before looking somewhat in annoyance at the demon in front of you.

- "Could you move closer, please? I can't see properly when you're that far away, man." You complained.

- Vox had snickered when you died, then did so again as you asked that.

- "I'm literally a metre away from you, and you 'can't see properly'? Just admit you're.. how do you say it?" Vox pretends to think as his mouth and eyes and brows appear overlayed over your house. He snaps his fingers, then raises his brows with a smug look down at you. "Fucking coping at this point."

- It was very rare of an opportunity for Vox to allow someone to play anything on his screen. He thought it would be a somewhat entertaining opportunity, however (him getting to have you stare at him in concentration for a prolonged period of time and having the excuse to stare right back at you)

- The plug-in process for your keyboard and mouse was a little awkward, to say the least, but it went off without a hitch apart from that.

- You grumble out curses at him and shuffle closer to him when it's clear he's not moving his ass to be a bitch about it, about 2 feet in between you now.

- Vox's face disappears again with one last condescending 'mhmmm' and leaves you to continue.

- It's better, and you can see more, but you once again are met with a death screen with even more of a loss then last time.

- "Goddammit!" You yell, smacking your keyboard not hard enough to damage it but hard enough for the buttons to mash loudly under your fist. Vox laughs loudly, shoulders shaking as he tries to contain himself.

- "You're so fucking bad, how are you this bad at the cute little farming game, (name)?" He teases you, sharp smile coming into sight over the death screen.

- "Shut the hell up, Vox! I still can't see jackshit. Come closer!" You demand, which in turn has Vox's laughing mouth fall into a frown, eyes coming back into sight with a clearly irritated expression.

- "It's not my fucking fault your eyes are that shit. Don't you fucking talk to me like tha-"

- His scolding and eye getting ready for hypnosis is interrupted as you angrily grumble, leaning forward to grip his hips and pull him closer.

- Vox's face starts to heat up, him stuttering out in disbelief as a sound similar to fans turning on to cool a computer slowly cracks to life as Vox suddenly finds himself pulled into your lap, either one of his legs resting splayed out behind your back.

- "There. Now I can see just fine." You sigh out with relief, concentration now on your face as your hands gently wrap around either side of his monitor to pull it down to face towards you.

- You notice his surprised expression glitching out finally and feel the way his screen has heated up massively under your hands.

- ...Then watch as there's promptly an error message with a loud 'dun!' sound.

- "Oh shi-!" You snort, poking his screen a couple of times. "Earth to Boxhead~" you sing out, and then you're met with a very flustered Vox once again coming back to his senses.

- "Fucking stop that!" He swats your hand poking him continuously away lightly, prompting you to once again laugh.

- It's silent for a couple of seconds outside of you laughing at his sour expression, face now just normal outside of the bright blue blush across his cheeks resembling a heart monitor beating with what was undeniably his own heart's current slowing frantic rate.

- After calming down a bit, Vox hesitantly does something that surprises even himself.

- He wraps his legs around your waist to bring himself closer to you.

- It was your turn to blush now as his face was just barely inches from yours, your gamer rage wearing off into embarrassment at realising the position you had pulled him into.

- "There," Vox's voice is lower than usual, more unsure than you've ever heard him you think. "Can you see me clearly now?"

- You somewhat get the feeling that he's not exactly talking about your game being displayed on his screen with the way his red eyes look down at you, blue pupils rather large under half lidded eyes.

- You gulp, then force a laugh. "Y-yeah. This is good, thanks." You shakily pick up your mouse again and begin pressing at the keyboard now next to you two.

- Your mind isn't exactly on the game as his eyes and mouth once again flicker off the display to show just your game, and you once again die.

- "See? You're just bad."

- "Shut up!"

Me when I set up a literally perfect kiss scene and then don't give it to my readers

Masterlist

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝PLAY FAIR!❞

-saitama x reader, gamer! reader? they're both playin MK, fluff, established relationship, idk if that blue shell strat is common but it happened to me before lmao

“You kinda suck at this game.”

This was always your foolproof plan to throw Saitama off. Even if he was doing somewhat decent, poking fun at his gaming skills never failed to give you an advantage over him.

“I’m in sixth place.,” he mutters behind you, where you’re both sitting back to back.

“And you can’t do any better?,” you giggle in his ear, not missing the way he glances at you from the corner of his eye. He knows you're fucking with him.

“Pfft.,” Saitama scoffs. “Who’s stuck in 3rd place again?”

“Hey, it's still top 3!,” you gasp. He chuckles at your meager slap to his shoulder.

“Not for long.” And you decide those will be his famous last words when you eventually make it to first place.

The game goes on with Saitama eventually catching up to you in third. You’re a little bit better than him at this game, but he’s able to keep up with you all the way until the last lap, where you and him are at first and second respectively.

“I’m gonna take that number 1 spot from you, Y/N.,” Saitama gives a sing-songy tease, heavily concentrated on dodging any banana peels or shells you try and throw at him.

What he doesn’t notice is the CPU down below, close to 8th place and just having rolled a dangerous item. You mash the reverse button on the gaming console, screeching to a halt as Saitama zooms past you.

“Oh come on, I don’t need you to let me win or something!,” he huffs, and Saitama's race car stops with a puff of smoke behind it. “Play fair!”

You giggle at the tell-tale sound of an incoming blue missile. “Oh, I am, Sai.”

“No, you’re n-“

You watch the blue turtle shell home in on his character, a small ‘oh’ leaving Saitama’s lips as a blue shockwave absorbs him. Mashing ‘A’, you drive past, his character still stunned, and you, in order, hear the frantic sounds of him mashing buttons, the crack of a poor gaming console, and Saitama’s growl of ‘dammit!’ afterwards as he no doubt stares at a frozen display.

Confetti flies across the screen, triumphant music blaring from your game’s speakers to announce your victory, followed by a line of CPUs since Sai is no longer playing. You watch his character fall lower and lower until the race finishes with him in 8th place — dead last.

“This sucks…,” he sighs and sets the console down carefully beside him.

Your giggles sound like mockery to him, but Saitama very easily accepts your kisses on the cheek.

“Don't worry, you still get a consolation for being a loser, Sai.,” you tease in his ear, kissing his cheek and hugging both arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah, whatever.,” he smiles at you. If this was his reward for making 8th place, maybe losing wasn’t so bad after all.

tagz: @anthoosies @rxddxvotion

[iminlovewithwomen]

Protective

Kid Danger X Superhero!Reader

Warnings: Assault, kidnapping, bruises, fighting, but it's fine bc they get a happy ending 😘

Summary: Kid Danger, also known as Henry Hart, also known as your boyfriend, has been kidnapped by Dr. Minyak. It's your and Captain Man's job to go save him.

"Schwoz, are you going to sit there and mope about how he's been kidnapped or are you going to find him?!" You screamed at him.

"Look, Y/n, just because you're mad doesn't mean you get to scream at us." Schwoz says, making you even more mad. You stared at him blankly before reaching out to hit him, but Ray stopped you. "Okay, well, do you have his location or not?" Ray questioned for you.

It takes him a little bit to answer, but after 5 seconds of him mashing buttons, he finally turned, nodded his head, and smiled. We all jumped out of our seats and cheered.

"He's at the abandoned factory near 6th street." Ray and I walked over to the center of the room and took a gumball out of our tubes, ready to save Henry.

Henry had been missing for 2 days now, and you missed him so much. You barely had talked to Schwoz, Charlotte, or Ray. Not even Jasper, either. And Jasper has been your absolute bestfriend since the 2nd grade. You told everything to him. But nobody could replace Henry, he was like your second half. He was the reason you loved to wake up in the morning. He was the reason you fell asleep. He was the reason for everything you did.

And that thought is what made you so determined to find your bestfriend and love of your life.

You both quickly blew a bubble and you watched as your casual outfits transform into your uniform. You rushed to the tubes and nodded at the same time to eachother.

"Up the tubes!"

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As you and Captain Man ran to the factory, you could hear screams that awfully sounded like your boyfriend. You felt a tear drip down your cheek hearing that he's in pain.

You couldn't take it anymore, you went over to the door and kicked it open with Ray following you. You could see Henry look up, his face immediately brightening seeing that you found him.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Girl Danger and Captain man, here to save their precious friend." Dr. Minyak spoke. You weren't even focusing on him, you were just looking at your boyfriend. You could see a bruise on his eye, his hair messed up, and a few cuts on his lip. You tore yourself up inside, blaming yourself for letting him get injured.

"I've had enough of you, Minyak. Give me Kid Danger, and you don't have to wake up unconscious here with absolutely no memory." You boasted, explaining how badly you would hurt him if he didn't give him back.

"You're going to have to try harder, Girl Danger. I won't let you take him that easily." Minyak whistled, and a few men walked out of the doors on the side. Looks like he had backup beforehand.

You cracked your knuckles and tied your hair up into a ponytail. You raised your fists and replied, "Try. Me."

You ran over to the first man and tried to punch him, but he blocked your hand and then twisted it. You whimpered in pain, but quickly kicked him in the stomach. He fell backwards and let go of your fist, letting you round-house kick him in the face.

You could see the next man walking over to you, but you planned ahead and kicked him where the sun don't shine. You turned your head and saw the rest of the men down on the ground, having Captain Man kicking their asses.

While Captain Man fought Minyak, you sneakily ran over to your boyfriend and untied him. As soon as his arms and legs were free, he immediately fell onto the floor, kneeling onto you. You could feel water on your shoulder from his eyes, you felt so bad leaving him for two days in this hellhole.

You massaged his back while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, consisting of, "Sh, it's okay, you're safe now."

You lifted up his head and pressed your forehead against his. You looked deep into his teary, beautiful eyes and promised him,

"I will always rescue you."

♡♡♡♡♡♡

[roanniom]

Hi Issa 💗 miss you!

could i request my fave from you? teddy!eddie and maybe a lil bratty reader? 👀

no pressure if it doesn’t spark anything. ily.

Leighanne, my love!!! I've been missing you, too!

Teddy!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, bratty behavior and slight dom!Eddie, PIV/unprotected sex, light spanking

You know better than to be bratty with Eddie. He gives you anything you want, any time you want, so really what's the point of pushing his buttons?

That's what your rational brain usually thinks. But today you had such a good time riling him up. Watching those muscles tense, watching his jaw set and his eyes narrow. You sassed him and questioned him and shook your head defiantly all through dinner out, for no reason other than the fact that you could see the way his fingers turned white against his rings when he clenched his fists in frustration on the booth's leather seat.

Upon returning home, you got your reward sooner than you'd anticipated when Eddie slammed you against the door after closing it.

"I see the game you're playing, baby," he'd whispered, dangerously low in your ear. One hand stayed solid at your hip, keeping you pressed to the door, but the other migrated upwards, sliding over your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and to your throat, which he held gently. "And you know I'd be mad if it didn't turn me on so much, you needy little thing."

That was an hour and two orgasms ago. Now you're on your hands and your knees on the couch with Eddie behind you, fucking into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"That's it, baby, isn't it? Just wanted attention, huh?" he grunts as he thrusts in and out of you at a punishing pace. You're a whimpering mess at this point, unsure what you even want as your body wriggles to both get away from the force of the impact and also push back into him to feel him deeper.

"T-Teddy..." you manage to gasp. Your face mashes down into the fabric of the couch with a moan, making your words even more muffled. "More...more, please."

"So sweet," Eddie muses, hiking your hips up even higher so he can reach a deeper angle, abiding by your wishes even as he teases you for them. "Such a sweet girl now even though you were being such a brat earlier?"

When you don't respond, Eddie gives you what he knows you want - a swift spank to your ass. The brightness of the crack against your skin sizzles through your veins and you cry out.

"Yes!"

"That a yes to my question or a yes to being spanked?" Eddie jokes, pulling out of you and fisting his now creamy cock. You whine at the sudden unexpected emptiness and lift your ass up, almost as if you can entice him to slide back into your waiting cunt. In response to your impertinence, Eddie delivers a light, wet slap right between your legs, making you gasp and surge forward. "Answer me."

"Wh-what was the question?" you ask breathlessly, turning your head to try and look back at Eddie through your daze. Eddie just laughs, leaning back against the arm of the couch and continuing to tug on his cock while watching you watch him helplessly.

"Already gone dumb. Just want to be filled and slapped around a little, isn't that right baby?"

You get shakily back onto your hands and knees and look over your shoulder at him with big, hopeful eyes.

"Yes, Teddy. Please."

When he doesn't immediately get back to fucking you, instead allowing his eyes to go slightly out of focus staring at your puffy, dripping pussy, you whimper. Eddie chuckles and hushes you, shuffling back up behind you and lining himself back up.

"Okay stop whining, Teddy's got you." He slides in deep, landing two back to back spanks to each of your ass cheeks just as he bottoms out in the deepest part of you. It does nothing to quiet you, but your whines do deepen into moans which he has no intention of asking you to stop. Eddie leans forward and peppers kisses to your spine before picking back where he left off with his thrusts.

"Teddy's gonna treat you right."

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

[yellowocaballero]

Been a fan of your fics for YEARS. I was just telling my friend how despite how much I read fics I never actually love them, with some of your fics (especially TMA) as the exception. Felt the need to reread some of them and saw you reblogged some ISAT fanart. So. Any thoughts on ISAT you'd like to share?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! So happy I found your fics again!!

I avoided answering this for a while because I was trying to think of a way to cohesively and coherently vocalize my thoughts on In Stars and Time. I have given up because I don't want to hold everybody here all day and I have accepted that my thoughts are just pterodactyl screeching.

I love it so much. I have so much to say on it. It drove me bonkers for like a week straight. I have AUs. It's absolute Megbait. They're just a little Snufkin and they're having the worst experience of anybody's life. Ludonarratives my fucking beloved.

I am going to talk about the prologue.

The prologue is such a fascinating experience. You crack open the game and immediately begin checking off all of the little genre boxes: mage, warrior, researcher, you're the rogue...some little kid who's there for some reason...alright, you know the score. You're in yet another indie Earthbound RPG, these are your generic characters, let's get the ball rolling.

Except then you realize that these characters are people. You feel instantly how you've entered the game at its last dungeon, at the end of the adventure. They have their own in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They get along well and they're obviously close, but not in a twee or unrealistic way. They have so much chemistry and spirit and life. I fell in love with them so quickly.

But Sif doesn't. Sif kind of hates them, because they will not stop saying the same damn thing. They walk the same paths, do the same things, make the same jokes, expect Sif to say the same lines. They keep referencing a Sif we do not see, with jokes we never see him make and heroic personality he never shows - they reference a Sif who is dead - and Sif can't handle that, so he kills them too.

They become only an exercise in tedious frustration. Sif button mashes through their dialogue, Sif mindlessly clicks the same dialogue options, Sif skips through the tutorial, Sif blows through the puzzles. Sif turns their world into a video game. Sif is playing a generic RPG. Sif forgets their names. They are no longer people with in-jokes, histories, backgrounds, adventures. They're the mage, the warrior, the researcher, and...some random kid.

I did not understand the Kid's presence at first. I had no idea what they contributed to the game. They didn't do anything. As a party member in a video game, they're a bit useless. Why is the Kid there?

Because Sif's life isn't a video game. Because the kid isn't 'the kid'. They're Bonnie. Bonnie, who the party loves. Why is Bonnie there? Because they love them. There is no room for Bonnie in the boring RPG that Sif is playing. And then you realize that Sif is wrong, and that they've lost something extremely important, and that they'll never escape without it.

Watching the prologue before watching ISAT gave ISAT the most unique air of dread and horror, because you crack open ISAT and you see the person Sif used to be. You realize that Sif used to be a person. Sif used to be the person who made jokes, who gave real smiles, who interacted with the world as if they are a part of it. And you know you are sitting down to watch Sif lose everything that made them a person, to lose everything that made them a member of this world, and turn them into a character in a video game who doesn't understand the point of Bonnie at all.

At the climax of the game, when the others realize that something is deeply wrong and that Sif physically cannot tell them, they realize that there is nothing they can do. So Bonnie declares snacktime. And for the first time they have snacktime.

What is snacktime? Classic JRPGs don't have snacktime. There's literally no point to a snacktime - not in a video game, and not in Sif's terrible life. It's not fixing this, because nothing can fix this. But Bonnie gives Sif a cookie and Sif eats it.

It's meaningless. It's a cutscene. It didn't save Sif and it didn't change a thing. It will make no difference in the end.

But it did make the difference. It made all of the difference in the world. Bonnie is a character who you really don't understand the point of before you realize that Bonnie was the entire point.

ISAT is about comfort media. Why do we play the same video games over and over again? Why do we avoid watching the finale of our favorite shows? What is truly comforting: a story with no conflict, or a story where you always know what is about to happen? Do you want to live in a scary, uncontrollable world, or do you want to play Stardew Valley? Do you want a person or a character?

When I beat Earthbound for the first time (and if you don't know, the prologue/ISAT battle system is just Mother) and watched the ending cutscene where the characters part ways and say goodbye...I felt a little bit sad. I wanted them to be together forever. But that's something only characters could ever be.

[kpopnstarwars]

Stay With Me: Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: we love us some whump

Warnings: injuries, blood, gore, swearing, angst, a helluva lot of crying, death, needles, idk what else lmfao,

Word count: <1200

Fuck, what had you been thinking?

Din himself had warned you against taking the job. He'd taken the time to explain to you all the ways you could get killed or kidnapped or left to die, and you'd taken it anyway, in hope that the money would get the dodgy engine of your ship fixed.

You should have known, Din is always right about this stuff.

Well, partially right, anyway. You did manage to get the bounty - you also managed to shove him in carbonite, although he's at a slightly awkward angle due to your current predicament. Gritting your teeth, you stumble towards the ladder leading to the cockpit and grab the top rung, heaving yourself up with pure arm strength - thank the Maker for the pull up bar Din helped you install. Your eyes water as the various slashes in your arms stretch open, and warm blood starts soaking into your ragged sleeves. Pulling yourself across the floor, grimacing at the red smear you leave behind you, you barely manage to sit up on your knees and stab the button which sets off the distress beacon. Flicking the switch to send a transmission, you wince and wave, aware of how your face must be smeared in blood.

'Hey, Din,' you stutter through your pain. 'I got the bounty, but I - ' You sway, just catching yourself on the pilot's chair. ' - I think I'm going to die.' Heaving yourself up a little, you lift up the hem of your shirt. 'I'm bleeding out, Din. If I - if I don't get to talk to you again, I - ' You wince as pain stabs through you. ' - I just want you to know, I care about you, a lot, and I'll miss it. Whatever we're calling it, I... I'll miss what we had, just between the two of us.'

Suddenly, black roils at the edges of your vision, and the world spins around you before you topple over, collapsing onto the floor.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

Din's heart is pounding in his ears as he squeezes through the small space the ramp has made as it lowers, unwilling to wait for it to open fully. Sprinting across the landing bay, he catches sight of your ship and lengthens his stride, putting on a burst of speed at the memory of your words, forced out through your pain.

I think I'm going to die.

I think I'm going to die. I think I'm going to die. I think I'm -

He skids to a halt outside your ship, frantically typing your encrypted mish mash of letters and numbers into the panel by the ramp. Agonisingly slowly, it begins to hum open, and he reaches up and yanks it down, scrambling into your ship and almost tripping over a crate as he makes his way towards the cockpit, where he knows you'll be. There's drops of blood on the floor by the ladder, deep red dotting the metal, and two crimson handprints on the top rung. Fear shoots through him, cold and paralysing, but he doesn't let it delay him for long, not when your life is at stake.

He bursts into the cockpit.

You're lying on the floor, so still he almost thinks he's too late.

Dropping to his knees beside you, right into a pool of your own blood, he gently flips you over. His breath catches in his throat. Half of your torn tunic is soaked red, and his fingers tremble as he lifts it up, forcing himself to inspect the gaping wound for the sake of saving you. The skin around the edges is ragged, and he assumes it's got to be from some sort of jagged viroblade. Blood is still oozing from your wound, and he immediately applies pressure while he searches his memory for where the medkit is. Terror stabs at his heart; he can't let this happen, can't let you go, not when he could have prevented this by persuading you not to take the job.

'Stay with me,' he whispers, his voice cracking. 'Please. Please, I can't - '

Choking down a sob, almost unable to leave your side to get the medkit, he nearly falls down the ladder as he rips open the cupboard to his left and grabs it with shaking hands. Your name on his lips as he scrambles back up into the cockpit, he rips open the neat box of supplies and grabs the bacta shot, praying that he's not too late, that he can still save you.

Carefully, he steadies his shaking hands and lines the bacta shot up so the entry point will be just under your ribs. Biting back his panic, he pushes down the plunger, watching the bacta empty from the syringe. Once it's all gone, he pulls the needle out and drops it onto the ground beside him, desperately watching you for movement. He knows that he could still be too late - there's a certain period of time after a wound where you can apply a shot, but anything after that... well, you might as well be saying your goodbyes.

And he can't say his goodbyes, not with your sweet voice in his head, saying I'll miss it. Whatever we're calling it, I'll miss what we had, just between the two of us.

Not with your sweet voice saying, I care about you, a lot.

Not with his heart begging for you to live, because he needs to tell you how much he cares.

Needs to tell you he can't lose you.

Needs to tell you he loves you. So, so much.

You cough, weakly, and your eyes flutter open. Unable to make a coherent sound, he grabs you in his arms, cradling you to his chest and barely restraining himself from crushing you close to him. He leans the cold beskar of his helmet on your shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut underneath as salty tears drip down his face, shuddering sobs wracking his large frame as he clings onto you, revelling in how warm you are, how alive you are.

'Don't you ever fucking dare do that again,' he growls. 'You should have listened to me, you - you shouldn't have gone, don't ever, ever do that again. You scared me, you fucking scared me so much - '

One of your hands reaches up and presses against the cheek of his helmet. It doesn't matter that there's dried blood on your fingers, doesn't matter at all to Din, because you're alive. So he grabs your fingers and squeezes them, and with his head still buried in your shoulder, he tells you the truth, his voice ragged and broken.

'I love you,' he gasps. 'I love you, I love you, I love you.'

You close your eyes, one hand fisting in his cowl while you bury your face in his shoulder, engulfing yourself in his scent. 'Din, I'm sorry, I'm so s - sorry - ' You cut yourself off, arms locking around his neck as you stare right into his eyes as if the helmet isn't there. 'I love you too, Din. I love you.'

Din rests his forehead against yours, tears streaking down his cheeks, as he holds you in his arms, thanking the Maker that you're still with him.

[itscappyj]

Avatrice + playing the legend of zelda

Thank you for the prompt! Here is something silly:

"Bea!"

Beatrice's head whips round as a scream erupts from the next room. She flings her laptop - hoping it lands on the bed - and rushes out to the living room, her socks skidding on the hardwood floor.

Her heart is racing and it takes a moment to register what she's looking at because her brain is frantically trying to identify a threat and finding none. Ava is sitting on the sofa, controller in hand, looking at her with imploring eyes.

"Ava, you scared the life out of me!" She takes a steadying breath, trying to adjust to the apparently mundane situation. 

"I'm sorry," Ava whines, "but I need your help."

Beatrice narrows her eyes, "With?"

Ava holds the controller out towards her, her other hand flailing towards the TV screen. "The zombies, Bea!"

Beatrice takes a few steps into the room to look at the screen. It appears to be a town square with some ominous looking figures standing all around it. "There are zombies in Zelda?"

Ava pats the seat beside her and Beatrice sits. Immediately Ava latches onto her arm, curling into her. "I mean, they're not called that but basically. But the sound they make, Bea. It's horrifying."

Beatrice looks back at the pixelated picture before her. Certainly it looks unpleasant but she can't imagine it could be anything as serious as horrifying.

Still, she dutifully takes the controller as it is handed to her. "You know I'm not very good at this."

"You don't have to fight them. You just have to walk past them and not get caught."

Beatrice looks down at Ava and frowns. "You don't even have to engage with them?"

Ava scoffs and squints at the screen, "Oh they engage, trust me."

Beatrice is still a bit bewildered but she'll help anyway. Then she can get back to her own tasks.

She starts moving the joystick, Ava's grip tightening around her arm, and tries to manoeuvre past the strange humanoid creatures that are groaning unnervingly. 

Suddenly, there's a terrible, piecing screech and Beatrice feels herself jump as Ava sucks in a breath beside her.

Her heart leaps and adrenaline starts flooding in as she realises her character has frozen. The creature is slowly approaching. A dark menacing, blurry thing that is getting closer and closer whilst she is helpless to do anything about it. 

Beatrice finds herself mashing buttons, pulling the stick back and forth trying to make something happen. "What do I do?"

Finally the controls start working again and she runs as Ava shrieks, "Go, go!"

She gets caught one more time before making it to the exit and they both exhale in relief.

She hands the controller back and starts to get out of the seat but Ava is still clinging to her.  "Wait. Stay with me?"

"I was going to make dinner soon," Beatrice says, entirely in vain as she looks at Ava's big pleading eyes.

"Please? What if I need emergency kisses?"

Beatrice tries with all her might to keep a straight face but it doesn't take long for her to crack with a laugh. "What kind of emergency would that be?" 

"A very serious one. One that couldn't possibly be helped by anyone else but you."

"Well, I suppose I simply must stay close by then." Beatrice drawls, leaning her face in towards Ava, their mouths only centimetres apart. She feels Ava's hot breath against her lips but just as Ava moves to close the gap, she pulls back with a smirk.

Ava huffs and pouts and Beatrice has to hold back another laugh. 

"At least let me get my laptop first. We  can order food instead."

Ava's face lights up and she lets go of Beatrice's arm as a wiggle works its way through her body. "Yes! Okay, your pick this time. For being my brave Knight." 

Beatrice pecks her on the cheek before going to retrieve her laptop - which thankfully remains unharmed from her earlier panic - and they spend the rest of the night curled up together on the sofa.

[didyoutrydynamite]

So assuming jaune somehow ends up in the bioshock verse via whatever plot maguffin what’s his reactions to the songbird?

My excuse for the dimension jump is that he lands there right after he falls into the void at the end of Vol 8, or at least falls into the Luteces influence.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Jaune/Elizabeth: *Running through the tower's walkways, horrendous shrieking noises fill the air and the ear numbing wrenching of metal with razor claws carve out the brass walls*

Songbird: SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Jaune: What is that thing!? Grimm?!

Elizabeth: What are-? Just hurry!

Jaune: Theres an elevator down just ahead!

Jaune/Elizabeth: *Run to the observation room where Jaune mashes the elevator button*

Elizabeth: *Looks at all the one way mirrors looking into her private quarters* What is all this? They were watching me? All this time? Why...

Jaune: You never knew?

Elizabeth: *Shakes her head* No! Why did they put me in here? What am I? WHAT AM I?

Songbird: SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Jaune: *Mashing the elevator button a few more times* I don't know, but WE are LEAVING!

Songbird: *Smashes a giant clawed fist through the door, followed by its grotesque leather bird head and glowing red eyes*

Jaune: *Stricken with soul rending terror*

Songbird: SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!

Elizabeth: *Screams as she backs against the wall*

Jaune: *Snaps out of it, tightening his grip on his stolen Zealot Sword and charges. His sword clangs against the monster's giant glass eye, causing a fine crack to form*

Songbird: *Screeches as it backs it head into the elevator shaft, right when the elevator crashes down from above forcing it down a few levels*

Jaune: *Knees buckling with nerves as he breathes in short panicked breaths* W-what in the Brothers...

Elizabeth: Mister! Come on, we need to go!!

Jaune: *Gulps* Right. Down the shaft. HURRY!

[restlesscrybaby]

》 JACK HORNER GAMING HEADCANONS. 《

☆ CONTENT WARNING: None. ☆

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

He's not a huge gamer, to be completely honest, and it's not easy to learn.

Let alone hold the controllers.

Well, you seen how gentle he picked up the cookies, with ease and precision, so we do know he can be careful. Of course, when he wishes to be, I mean. We did see him smash a pumpkin with only his force and a magic wand.

But he's got big hands, it's not easy to play these games with those controllers.

Switches are his worst enemy. Especially when playing multiplayer.

He prefers the big controllers, such as for Xbox or Playstation, since it's easier and he thinks it helps him win better.

What games does he play?

I don't know!

Let's be honest, he doesn't care. He would probably prefer fighting games, none with some big sappy story, some heart-gushing tale of life and death, no romance, none of it.

He hates visual novels, let's be honest.

He says that if he wanted to read and have a story, he would just read. Oldbastard.

Super Smash Bros is always a fun game with him.

He mains Bowser, he will get very infuriated if someone else picked Bowser. Sorry Bowser mains.

He doesn't button mash. Well, he tries not too. He tries to use his intelligence and use the moves according to what's going on to win.

And if he doesn't win, he's a sourpuss.

If he wins, he's a smug, rub-it-in-your-face, asshole.

Oh, he definitely rages at games, don't even doubt that. He has broken multiple controllers, throwing them, crushing them beneath his hands, whatever his anger caused that day.

He doesn't even just break controllers during rage from losing or messing up.

He breaks them on accident.

If he isn't too careful, he'll clench it too hard, the remote cracking and crumbling beneath his hands, the sounds of the plastic crumbling within eachother with sad pops and squeaks.

Horror games?

Of course!

He doesn't get scared as easy, he doesn't care for your silly scares.

But it is funny when he does get jumpscared by a game.

He breaks controllers like that too.

Five Nights At Freddy's? Nice! He hates your stupid jumpscares.

He got used to it eventually, only pursing his lips and letting in an agitated inhale, his face boiling with red, his eye twitching.

But, when he first got jumpscared, he flinched and let out a small shriek, his eyes had widened and his lips pursed into a shock. But, it fell quickly.

He would not admit he had gotten frightened by it. Do not test him, he hates it.

Tries to find new games, but he despises it. He could make a better game, duh! None of this boring stuff thst they put out now!

He doesn't play often, but when he does, he's very serious about it.

If he loses and he rages, sometimes he'll stand up and angrily storm out the room while cursing loudly for all to hear.

It's kinda funny.

He does enjoy Sly Cooper, I mean, he gets to steal and thief around, who wouldn't like that game? Don't worry, I like it too, Jack.

( projecting here with the fav game teehee ) He loves 'Alice: Madness Returns'. He doesn't care for the story. He really likes the combat. Unlike me, fool.

He is a bit stubborn about playing with people, but he does it with a smug smile, because he knows he'll win.

He won't play by himself often, but sometimes he might try too. But, only for some time, before it completely bores him out of his mind.

Gaming isn't his full thing.

Oh.

And jokingly, when you told him to play 'Cooking Mama' and said it reminded you of him, he got very sourpuss when playing it. Psh. This game? This silly, bright-coloref, cavity filled game? Ah! Too simple, makes cooking look simple, what fool would ever MAKE this!

However, he held a high head, it reminded you of him. And it makes him smug, that he still stays on your mind without even trying to!

He kinda grew to like it.

Don't pick on him.

He finds the restaurant and cooking portions interesting. But, he finds it humiliating that he plays this bright-colored, cavity-filled, high-pitched mess of what you could call a game.

In all reason, he doesn't prefer VIDEO games.

Gaming isn't all video games, it's of all kinds of games, from video to board, etc.

He likes board games quite a bit.

Monopoly is something he demolishes in.

He is a king of Monopoly.

He smirks when you land on his property and he shrieks to quickly buy a new property so you have to pay it. He's a huge asshole about it.

He wins quite a bit.

I mean, he does know things about this, I suppose we csnt be surprised.

Clue makes him angry.

Thats it.

He doesn't like just that tho.

He also adores gambling.

That counts as gaming.

Even if it's not with actual money, he dominates in that even more. He'll always win by the end, with a smug smile and counting what he had just won.

In the end,

He's always going to be a confident, smug, man about everything.

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WOO HERE YA GO TO MAKE UP!!

[remyfire]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

I was tagged by @quordleona03! Thank you so much for the tag I know lots of people have already been tagged, so consider this a formal request that if you have NOT been tagged, you please come play! But off the top of my head, @onekisstotakewithme @cuddleswinchester @dreamingofspring :D

How many works do you have on Ao3?

40.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

I think we might officially be leaving 2023 with 300,842 words. Not a bad count for only publishing since April! That's a novella a month right there.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MASH. :D

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Scratching The Itch, Can't Take My Eyes Off You, To Have and To Hold, Anything You Say Can and Will Be Held Against You, and Tear Out All Your Tenderness. Good morning beejhawk nation I see you all hkdfds

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Sometimes they pile up and I get overwhelmed and just click that "Mark All As Read" button while hiding behind my hand. But I really try to circle through nowadays even just for a "Thanks for reading!!" because I really appreciate every single one!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I feel like ...With Too Many Miles Between Us was a pretty rough one. There's maybe optimism that you can read through the cracks, but it was a damn agonizing prompt fill (affectionate) all around. The Good Ones Always Seem to Break is another. Sorry that I keep putting you in situations, Beej.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oughhhh, just about anything that suggests they don't end here, so to speak. I think To Have and To Hold probably tops the list, but I Intend to Hold You For the Longest Time and Soft Place to Land also come in hot just by nature of being established postwar situations.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! I've had a couple of people not understand what I was going for and who were not afraid of saying so, but it wasn't outright hate. They were probably just not the intended audience.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ahh yes. 65% of my current fics are rated E for a reason, and the 5 M ones are flirting with that line.

I categorize myself as an erotic romance writer, meaning that typically if you remove my sex scenes from my fics, you are losing integral information or character/relationship development that would otherwise make the fic not stand on its own. I also have a handful that are just pure erotica—sex for titillation's sake rather than development. I adore writing smut!! It's a lot of fun, it's exciting when you know you've landed it exactly like you wanted to, and it's a way for me to reclaim all those years I spent being forcibly repressed due to my religious upbringing. I love every minute of it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

The Famous 4077 Dog Tag Party certainly counts! Many of us authors randomized a list of pairings for both eras of the show, and then we were responsible for picking a pairing, writing the characters going on a date (platonic or romantic), and seeing what happened. Extremely fun way to get some rare pairs we might not have expected. For example, I got to write Margie/Klinger for it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Hey now I am too fucking polyam to answer this and you know it. Mcpunnihawk probably tops the list, warring with margbeej and sidbeejhawk.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I am not taking this defeatist energy into 2024, how dare you. One day, my pretties, I'm coming back for all of you and we are crossing that finish line OR ELSE.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Smut, capturing character voices accurately, physicality, spinning relational scenarios on the fly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Genres like mystery or sci-fi or horror, repetition of comfort words/phrases, putting my characters through significant levels of pain (I am too empathetic, I can and will cry over my own fics).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Things that I do not feel comfortable doing myself because I am not familiar enough with any other language to know I'm doing it accurately.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The kid wizard one.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

How dare you make me pick from my children. Scratching The Itch, Anything You Say Can and Will Be Held Against You, I'd Give Up Forever to Touch You, and Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures. Notably this could all change by this time tomorrow. I'm very fond of my fics.

[miniscrew-anon]

Favorite vampire duo ficlet featuring the line “he’s your daddy”

—-

“Do you ever think about Bram Stoker?”

Dark leaned right, furiously mashing buttons on his controller. His avatar stepped back to avoid Shadows' next attack but was caught in the combo. His avatar was thrown into the air and had his head ripped off. Match over. “Fucking fucker fuck-! What are you talking about? Who the hell is Bram Stoker?”

Shadow sighed disappointedly. “C’mon man. Aren’t you old guys supposed to be all cultured and shit? What have you been doing for the last few centuries? Other than not setting up a stock portfolio.”

“Can you get off my back about that already?”

“You’re a million years old and you work for minimum wage, dude. There’s living in your parents basement until you're forty, and then there's whatever you’re doing.”

The character select menu opened up and Dark quickly switched to someone else. That other one was useless. He’d pick someone with a shit ton of fire power this time. He needs to take Shadows head off. The little shit has been getting a bit too smug recently. “I’ve been busy. Mostly trying to survive. Drinking myself to undeath. A few crusades. You know, the usual.”

Shadow clicked his tongue. “And yet you don’t know the father of all erotic vampire lore.”

Dark pried his eyes off the screen to stare at the younger vampire. “What?”

“Bram Stoker wrote Dracula, you uncultured heathen.” Shadow rolled his eyes at Dark’s confusion. “How did you not know that? This is like a Hylian not knowing about Hylia. Or a basic bitch not knowing about pumpkin spice lattes-”

“What the hell are you talking about? Erotic vampire lore? What?”

“Think about it,” Shadow started, eyes glowing in the darkness of his apartment. “Stoker wrote the original broody, sexy vampire, right? Rich guy in a castle with hot vampire babes and a ‘take you passionately’ attitude? All the forebringers of modern cliches. His work inspired future film adaptations that have dark, alluring men pulling unsuspecting victims into their thrall. He took vampires from some ugly monsters in dark alleys into gracious counts with depth and sex appeal.”

“And your point is…?” Dark turned his head back to the game. While he listened to Shadows horrible reasoning his on-screen counterpart met his bloody demise.

Shadow grinned mischievously. “I’m saying that you owe him big time. You do know that the only reason you’re getting laid these days is because of him, right?”

“I’d ask you to elaborate but I really don’t want you to.”

“Well you know how Twi is into the whole vampire thing, right?”

“Yes I do. And I regret telling you about that every single day,” Dark sighed.

Shadow stuck his tongue out. “Right, well. Why do you think he’s into it?”

Dark side eyed his friend. He's not happy about the way Shadow smiles like a shark smelling blood. “Don’t-”

“Because of decades of sexy vampire lore - because of Bram Stoker! He’s the daddy of sexy vampires. He’s your daddy.”

“Stop talking to me.” Dark groans. “Stop talking in general holy shit. I’m going to kill you-”

Shadow giggles like the insane demon he is. He sits up fully, barely paying attention to the TV but still managing to kill Dark’s avatar with ease. “Don't get upset now. I’m just pointing out a fact.”

Dark cursed as his character was ripped in half brutally. Fatality. “Fuck this game! Piece of shit-! And I’m not the only vampire here, asshole. Whatever messed up logic you’re applying to me can be said for your bleeder, too.”

Shadow rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. Rain doesn’t care about that stuff. He does it because despite whatever he might say, I’m his favorite person. He’d feed me no matter what. But you, unlike me, have no redeeming qualities. So your only chance at getting some is to be someone's personal spank bank fantasy.”

Dark cracked his knuckles. Fuck doing this virtually. “You know what? I’m going to rip your head off.”

Shadow smirked. “If you think that’ll shut me up then you’re in for a surprise.”

———

-and after that Shadows dismembered head offers to get tickets to a showing of the original Dracula at a local theatre for twark because he’s an asshole who takes the bit all the way to the bank

So I was googling because I was wondering when vampires turned sexy and it was around the time of Dracula in the late 1800s. There were a few foreign novels too. Before that they were depicted as purely demonic and evil. So I figured that would be a fun lil factoid to write about. Especially when I thought about how old Dark might be and how if he predates Dracula then he’d have been around when vampires were only seen as monsters. No wonder he was so surprised Twilight didn’t outright reject him.

[cody-helix02]

Sooo hey guys I wrote a new fic.... this time it is a Speirs one. Don't ask me how that happend but it did...I listened to a playlist of mine and just got inspired. 😅 And yes it is similar to the leaf one but this here was sitting in my drafts for a while longer 😌🤣 ( Love me some hurt/angst stuff so...and don't ask about the fic titel I got bored lol) I hope you guys enjoy it 😌

( WARNINGS: Mention of death, blood and weapons...that's it lol)

Losing bloody flowerpetals...

Panic. Blood. Snow. Coldness. Her eyesight was obscured by all of it. Normally being alone was a relieve, was supposed to ground her. Give her peace. But this time it frightened her. It wasn't supposed to...it wasn't but...lost. She was lost in a forest packed with snow, ripped up and splintered tree carcasses, dead animals and people frozen from the cold.

She couldn't scream for help. Her lungs burned from stumbling over the dead and branches for what felt like hours now. If she screamed through the pain it could alert the enemy. She didn't know how far away she was from the frontlines, from her Company. Turning and lookin around, the sea of red, white and brown stretched endlessly.

Letting out a shuddering breath, the cold had eaten the last bit of warmth she had tried to keep in her chest, she slowly started walkin again. Clutchin the rifle with stiff arms. Tryin to assess the surrounding area all at once, so she wouldn't get surprised. The eiry quietness didn't help her sanity.

Then. A crack. Branches. A metal clinkin into place. Hushed whispers. Run! Her head screamed and she did, even tho her legs nearly gave out. A sharp ziping sound past her helmet. Another metal clinking. Faster! She had to be faster cause she couldn't turn around to return the fire. Panicked breaths steamed out of already ripping lungs. Jumping over branches and death even tho the legs didn't want to.

A last chance. The enemy had already discoverd her. So she screamed. It wouldn't come out at first. Her throat to sore from not drinkin or speakin for such a long time. Tryin again and again until:" OVER HERE!!". Finally. Finally it worked. The bullets still ripping past her. The enemy not far behind.

Again and Again and...a sharp pain bore itself into ice cold flesh. Nearly silencing the panicked voice. Ankles and knees nearly breakin under the sudden intrusion. Feet slipping over frozen wood as she leapt over a large heap of fallen trees. Closing her eyes it felt like flying. Like a bird spreading it's wings into freedom. How right she was.

Landing in an embrace of strong arms, taking the last breath she had. Slumping into the man like dead weight. Panic shooting through her veigns but she couldn't move. Her limps so heavy and cold. The wounds on her legs to painfull now that she stopped running.

He didn't let her go. Heard the gunshots zipping over and in to the wood. Hoisting her in a bridal carry, turning around on steady legs, adrenalin pumping through his veigns, he started running. Flying over the snow and dead like it couldn't touch him.

Finally she opened her eyes again. Relieve stubbed out the panic in her heavy body. Another paratrooper. Not from E-company but she didn't care. She was safe now.

Deep breaths pumped through fast workin lungs. Strong, from the cold licked, legs flew over an icy, snow and blood packed ground. Helmet rateling, dark curly hair plastered to a red splotched forhead. Scruffy beard over snowy skin and piercing hazel eyes lookin steadily onwards. Muscular but stiff arms gripping the limp body in a tight embrace. One uniform sleeve soaked in warm red blood.

Faster! Run faster! His head screamed at him. And he did. Screaming for a medic wasn't an option yet but they were close. Only a few more meters. Jumping over abandoned, bombed out foxholes. Clutchin her even closer to his chest. He finally passed the line. Passed the boarder. And they opened fire...

@georgelust @multifandomlover01 @almost-a-class-act @mash-the-buttons ( tagging you so nobody cries lol xD)

[stark---contrast]

Not Bulletproof

Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Word count: 1.1k ao3 link

"Cap, you've gotta wake up."

Tony’s words felt loud in the sterile hospital room, yet the unconscious body didn’t move in its bed. But that was to be expected; even if Steve could hear him, he'd probably pretend to be KO'd just to spite Tony.

Tony sighed and buried his face in his hands. He probably shouldn't be thinking passive-aggressive thoughts of someone who was potentially on their deathbed. Shit.

"God, I – I really hated you, you know?" Tony said.

Oh, great. Now he was being full-on aggressive instead. Not that it mattered; not when his only audience was an unconscious Steve and the annoying but reassuring beeping of the heart rate monitor.

“Honestly, I still kinda hate you,” Tony huffed. “But, God, when I first saw you, standing there all hoity-toity, and then jumping into a fight between Iron Man and the fucking god of thunder? I really, really wanted to punch you in your stupidly symmetrical face. I ranted Pepper’s ear off about that for like two weeks.”

Silence greeted him. Luckily, Tony was good at monologuing.

"And Pep said, 'he's just a guy, Tony!',” Tony pitched his voice higher to imitate the Pepper in his memory. “To which I said 'of course he’s not, he's Captain fucking America! You know, the hero that got juiced up on super steroids and patriotism and could throw me five blocks even in the armor. That Captain America!' And she gave me this look – you know, the one that's like quietly disapproving but at the same time a little pitying, the – the Pepper patented one."

Steve didn’t react, but Tony still felt like he was being judged by the sleeping face.

"And before this, I didn't realize that she was right – because of course she is, she's Pepper Potts – but you are just a guy. Sure, you've got some nifty upgrades that make you annoyingly better than the rest of us in pretty much every way, but like this?”

Tony looked at the various tubes and machines hooked up to Steve, monitoring his vitals and keeping him alive while they waited for the serum to maybe – hopefully – do its thing.

“You're just Steve: the annoying brat who started bossing me around as soon as we met, only pulling that stick up your ass out long enough to sass me. And who decided to be a complete self-sacrificing idiot and ended up lying there unconscious and stuck with me, of all people."

Tony's voice cracked and he looked away from Steve as he continued talking to the empty room.

"So you gotta pull through. I didn't spend most of my life hating everything about you just so you could croak on me like this – not that I didn’t have a whole dance routine planned to perform on your grave, because I did, but… it's just not right.”

Tony forced a grin and gestured wildly with his hands.

“I mean, come on! We haven't even had our wholly-unexpected-yet-wholesome enemies to lovers arc yet! What good is being a superhero if you don't get at least one scandal in for the press? Sure, being a Capsicle for 70 years was neat, but I think you can top that – I should know, I'm in the papers practically every week for stuff way less cool than that. Did you know –"

"God, do you ever shut up?" a decidedly not-unconscious-Steve grumbled.

"Holy shit!" Tony jumped and made his chair screech against the linoleum floor. “What the fuck, you were just – are you? I should, we, uh – nurse!"

Tony’s genius brain had taken much longer than he'd ever admit to finally remember the right course of action, and he may or may not have frantically mashed the call button before collecting himself.

"So," Tony said, scooting back into his chair. "You're awake."

"Unfortunately," Steve said dryly, before his sour face softened into something resembling a smile. "Thanks for staying."

"Yeah, well," Tony said, poking at a stain on the floor with his designer shoe. "Didn't feel right to ditch – you know, with the whole saving my life thing."

Steve huffed out something that might have been a laugh. "So you repay me by talking my ear off instead of letting me rest?"

"Okay, just how long were you listening to me and pretending to be comatose?"

"Long enough to realize you weren't going to stop on your own," Steve huffed.

Thankfully the nurse chose that moment to rush in, fretting with Steve and checking the monitors and asking rapid-fire questions about his wounds and pain and – yeah, Tony kind of zoned out at that point. He managed to stay fidgeting in his seat for another few minutes before getting to his feet.

"Well! I should –" Tony gestured to the door. "Let you have some peace and quiet."

Steve hummed in agreement while the nurse checked an injury on his shoulder. But right as Tony was at the door, he spoke up.

"Hey, Tony?"

Tony paused. "Yeah?"

"You're paying for dinner," Steve said.

Tony froze for a second as his thoughts scrambled in a hundred different directions.

"What?" he finally managed to get out.

"A good restaurant,” Steve continued. “Something good from the future – none of that raw fish again."

Tony frowned even as he fondly remembered Steve’s misery with the sashimi. "Okay…?"

"Come on,” Steve’s lips were pulling up into an honest-to-god smirk. “The press isn’t gonna print our story without any paparazzi photos.”

Tony's smile slowly widened as the implications of Steve’s words set in. Well, well, well – this was a surprise for sure, but Tony would be lying if he said he wasn’t on board.

"Well then you, my dear star-spangled-frenemy, should hurry up and heal so I can swoop you away and get a good pic for the magazine covers," Tony said. "I’ve got to get Pep to make a reservation for the weekend. Someplace nice; can't have the media thinking I'm a cheap date. You just stay here, take it easy, and prepare to be blown away by getting to go on a date with New York's most eligible bachelor."

"Can't wait," Steve said dryly.

Still, Steve’s infuriating little smirk was still there. And though Tony knew that this sudden turn of events would throw everyone for a loop, he had a feeling Steve still had a few tricks up his sleeve that would leave Tony just as dumbfounded.

Naturally, Tony only straightened his back and stepped up to the challenge with a grin.

“It’s a date.”

[parallelroutes-ooc]

[ so i'm working out how he actually fights using the mobile game and it's hard to see what he's doing over the shiny effects RIP. ]

[ here are the skills. the purple hand, the beam finger, and the dragon rush forward dash thing. the fist is the button mash attack. i will look up an actual guide soonish. ]

[ i assume that buttonmash one is white finger. ]

[ i didn't follow what this was but it's the lowest left button? a dodge? ]

[ and the purple hand from a closed fist ]

[ and the pointing for beams of light ]

[ and the forward motion with shiroryuu spinning around him ]

[ and the badass ultimate ]

[ and then flies up ]

[ dive right back down ]

[ and then the ground literally cracks and explodes? ]

[ and he was in there lol ]

[ i don't know how exactly i will use that (if i do) but we'll see. ]

[ the player switched to bel after that and irl is calling me right this minute so i will come back to this if i need to. ]

[ i will update this post if i forgot anything, ofc ]

[ note to self: lots of feathers all over all the time. ]

[eigwayne]

I was enjoying the FF7 Remake, but then I got to Wall Market.

Between the "run all over the place eight times for one single quest" and "button mashing but you need rhythm", I am not having fun anymore and my bad elbow is acting up. Even if I had a sense of rhythm, which I don't, I can't do repeated quick button pressing; I cracked a bone in my right elbow a while back and yeah, it supposedly healed okay but it gets aggravated by that kind of stress. So the motorcycle riding section and the squat minigame are physically painful. I will not be getting those trophies, that's for sure.

And if this next quest sends me all over the sector looking for dudes in toilets again, I may scream.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Doctor Y/n - Ortho Fellowship - 4 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

Previously...

"Amelia, I need to, we need to-" Owen was cut off as the elevator stopped, the power going out and drenching the four of you and the patient into darkness.

The only light in the lift coming from your phone screen as it lit up your face.

"Well, that's just great." You grumbled, before the emergency lighting kicked in.

The four of you exchanged glances in the darkness, wondering what was going to happen next.

///

"Not again, it can't happen again." You murmured, ignoring how confused Teddy and Amelia were as you turned to the patient who was supposed to be in an OR.

"This is weird. The power's back on, but are we moving? Do you feel like we're moving?" Amelia asked, glancing between Teddy and Owen, "what?"

"It doesn't matter." Teddy stated, angering Owen.

"Doesn't matter?"

"Okay, last time two adults were fighting in a metal container, I was ten and left on the side of the road to freeze, can we focus on saving the patient?" You retorted, fidgeting as Amelia pressed the lift buttons.

"I just mean that no one's asking for anything from you. No one's asking you to give up anything or... anyone. It's just you needed to know." Teddy explained to Owen.

"What?"

"Teddy's pregnant."

Amelia was silent for a moment as she looked between Teddy and Owen.

"It's yours?! Okay!" Amelia exclaimed, immediately turning to the lift buttons to mash them.

"Well, I have no signal." You added, ignoring how tense the situation was with an awkward look.

///

"So I don't understand, you've been here for-"

"Weeks! Weeks!"

"Yeah a long time."

"Did you just find out-"

"No, no. You knew. That's why you came here. Because you were pregnant and you-"

Owen and Amelia were talking at once, you grimaced as you kept checking over the patient as Teddy bagged him.

"Yes, yes, I-I knew for a while." Teddy stated, leaving Owen to interject she didn't tell him.

"I needed to tell you."

"Just now!" Owen argued before the beeping of the monitors got Amelia's attention.

"He's bottomed out."

"I don't feel a pulse." You stated as the four of you moved the gurney into the middle of the lift.

"Maybe it's a cardiac tamponade? Maybe the plate punctured his heart?" Owen stated as he began to do compressions.

"We have to open him up."

"In here?" Amelia realised what Teddy was saying.

"In here."

"Look around, see what we have to work with." Owen requested as he continued compressions.

"Two units of extra blood, test tube tray and-"

"Jackpot, I've got a scalpel, S/n, can you bag him please?" Teddy requested, leaving you to nod as Amelia asked "are we really doing this?" You met Amelia's eyes as Teddy and Owen spoke in sync, seeing her panic and insecurity.

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You were stood bagging the patient, staring into space as Teddy and Amelia argued whilst Owen and Teddy worked on saving the patient by cutting open his chest.

"We're gonna need to find something to crack that sternum. Y/n, are you doing alright?" Teddy asked as Owen moved over to do the right thoracotomy.

"I'm thinking I'll figure it out, since ortho's froze up like she did in her damn intern year." Owen remarked, pausing as you snapped out of it and glared at him.

"You need something sharp, and something heavy. License plate and the monitor battery." You stated, continuing to bag the patient.

"Well, that's not sanitary." Amelia remarked, leaving you to sigh.

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"Amelia, I need you to put pressure right there, when I pull it out, okay?" Owen instructed, leaving Amelia to stare at you but you shook your head as you kept bagging.

"So, what did you mean, when you said 'nobody wants me to do anything'?" Owen asked as he bent the license plate so it could be used to crack the sternum.

"Do you think we might want to wait to talk about that until-"

You zoned out as Amelia, Teddy and Owen argued and kept the patient alive as you kept bagging.

"But I am going to stay in Seattle. I mean, my child deserves two parents, and I deserve my friend... plus, I've made other friends I want to stay for too," Teddy glanced at you before looking back at Owen.

"Oh, I love brain surgery! Sometimes there's only a teaspoon of blood!" Amelia remarked, snapping you out of it as you looked at the cracked sternum.

"Ooh, sternum- sorry, you three arguing gave my flashbacks of my terrible childhood." You explained as you continued bagging.

"How far along are you?"

"16 weeks."

"Have you been to appointments or-" Owen stuttered, leaving Teddy to nod.

"Yes, we're fine. Baby's fine. I'm fine." Teddy affirmed with a small smile.

"So you know if it's a-"

"No. Not yet."

You zoned out again as Amelia and Teddy started arguing again.

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You let out a breath as the lift doors opened.

"Thank fuck... let's go." You grumbled, walking backwards as the four of you moved to an OR.

"Doctor S/n! Doctor Lincoln needs you in the OR!" A nurse called out, leaving you to transfer bagging to Amelia before running off.

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"Doctor, if you're not going to fix his femurs, why don't you let your fellows give it a shot, huh?" Jackson snapped, gesturing to you and Nico as the two of you looked over the femur injuries that Link was working on.

"All right. It's metal shop. I want plates. I want the modular rod tray open. Schmitt, give me some suction, and some large Weber clamps, a large lobster claw..."

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"How's it gonna work, do you think?"

"Co-parenting, nothing romantic... I can't be an item you claim because we're having a baby... we'll figure it out, it'll figure itself out. I'm going to go lay down." Teddy replied as Owen nodded.

Teddy got as far as one of the empty rooms, set up with pillows and blankets for staff to sleep on, when she broke down for a moment.

A few sobs left her lips before she laid down, realising that she had chosen the bed set up next to you as she spotted your sleeping form.

Her eyes were closed for all of five minutes when a noise broke her from the lightest form of sleep.

A whimper.

You were whimpering.

Her eyes opened to spot how you were cocooning yourself in the sheet you had over yourself, whimpers leaving your lips as confusion filled Teddy.

What was happening? Where was everyone else? What was she supposed to do?

"No, no, no, I'm sorry... no, no, please, stop, come back... no, it's cold, don't leave me... why?"

Teddy's eyes widened as you snapped awake, watching you glance around before you realised Teddy had seen and heard all of it.

"I'm, I'm sorry, if I woke you..." You apologised, shuffling to roll onto your back in an attempt to stare at the ceiling and calm down.

"It's okay," Teddy whispered, watching as you took several shaky breaths before sitting up.

"I'm going to try walk it off-" Standing up was a bad idea. Wobbling like a newborn deer, Teddy was quick to sit up, carefully pulling you down so you'd sit next to her.

"I don't think walking is a good idea right now, Y/n." Teddy admitted, glancing over your trembling form as she held onto you by the shoulder, ceasing you any more wobbly attempts to walk it off.

Time felt stuck as Teddy sat in silence, listening to your tapered breathing as you stopped trembling in her arms. It was only when she shifted slightly that a whine left your lips.

Clearing your throat, you avoided Teddy's eyes, "I think I'm okay now," you whispered, slipping out of Teddy's arm to lay back on your own makeshift bed, your back to her as you processed what just happened.

How vulnerable you were, in front of Teddy, who you'd only just befriended over the month since you two met. And how safe you felt in her arms.

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