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[artbyproxy]

Last one for my OC MW team, Cassie :3

[lazarrusrising]

The opening of 14x12 Prophet and Loss just changed me as a person holy shit

[fo-enjoyer]

I need to find a way to make myself just as interested in my other s/is as I am for my monkey wrench one

[cl0verdrag0n]

*GIVES YOU A BETA SKETCH OF THE OC*

This is ONLY A BETA sketch!

I might remove the tail lol

Anyways, I added a mushroom cap to them as well cause yes and it also might be in their lore as well, I dunno YET...

and they have slug arms instead of humanoid arms cause I cannot draw hands for the LIFE OF ME-

And I added a scarf and shirt cause Y E S

and four eyes too

teehee :>

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[lily-bisque]

part 4 — sleepless ៹ series m.list

“f-fuck,” your olderbrothersbestfriend!sukuna groaned through fluttered lashes, eyes clamped shut as his perspired back damn near stuck to his headboard.

his thick and calloused hand was coiled around his erect, angry shaft, motioning up and down as he tossed his head back.

it’d only been about 12 hours since he last saw you, and his mind was a mess, somehow even worse than it had been before he saw you. his guilt and utter disregard for you was now in his sight thanks to your blatant honesty—slowly eroding a hole in his chest.

not worth it? was he out of his mind when he said that? god, you were so much more than worth it in so many ways. you were an angel that floated from the heavens themselves downwards and maybe he was realizing it all too late.

…wait. what the fuck is he thinking? when did he become such a romantic?

having you upset with him was like a clock turning backwards—it was downright wrong.

sukuna wasn’t good at things like this. he didn’t know how to fix things. in all honesty, he didn’t even know why he was trying so hard to fix things. maybe it was better to leave you alone, but that was still gutting him from the inside out.

he was currently resting on his bed, back at his apartment, trying to rid you from his head as he worked on his hard-on.

stifled gasps and whimpers left his slightly parted lips as he squeezed, pre leaking at his tip.

“c’mon,” he exhaled out, a miffed expression coloring his face, toes twitching at the stimulation. as manwhore-ish as it sounds, jerking himself off wasn’t his preferred route. as most evenings went, he’d meet some other girl whose name he couldn’t remember the following morning and take her back here.

but tonight, he didn’t have it in him. not when his emotions were flying off the charts, emotions that weren’t his usual and preferred expression—anger.

he shook the thought away, wrenching a quicker pace at his boner. he had no idea how he was so hard after his mind was so shot—that was, not until an image flickered in his mind.

his pace stuttered, his empty hand flying to his sheets to grip the silky fabric and ball his fist.

your pretty face entered his mind, the same expression you had on when he had you pushed so snugly in his grasp against the cold, steel refrigerator.

your delicate touch that lingered on his biceps, his nape, tugging at his unruly salmon-colored tresses. your soaking sex that was practically screaming to be plugged and stuffed by him.

sukuna let out a stuttering gasp, bucking his hips angrily into his massive hand. his thumb swiped against his slit and he violently regretted the fact that he hadn’t had you gagging on his shaft, pretty plush lips sucking him in and tongue running along his prominent veins, struggling to take all of him.

his wet pink muscle ran across his lower lip at the thought, a crazy smirk making its way to his lips as he imagined you grinding your hips lazily along his face, where he’d take charge and grip the fat of thighs to drag you atop him, allowing you to ride out your high and use him how you deserved.

you were such a beautiful fucking girl and he was absolutely screwed at the fact he couldn’t feel his tongue slid into your mouth, hearing that pretty whimper you let out when he’d force it in your mouth.

pathetically, sukuna finished in his hand with a loud moan of your name, ribbons of his seed shooting out from his throbbing cockhead and coating his fist.

sweat beaded his furrowed brow as he pumped slowly, chest heaving as he rode out his high.

how fucking unfair it was that it wasn’t your tight little cunt that was wrapped around him and taking every last drop, stuffing your womb till it poured from your hole.

tossing his legs over his bed lazily, he slugged, bare-bodied, to his shower and turned the faucet on. stepping in, he allowed the scalding water to trickle down his back and futilely attempt to undo the coils wrapped taut in his bulging muscles.

he placed a tattooed forearm against the dripping glass, propping his forehead against it as his body adjusted to the torturous temperature.

“not worth it,” he muttered, clamping his lashes shut, lashes that were ‘wet from the shower,’ he told himself, and shaking his head.

again, he imagined the dress that wrapped that sexy, minx-like figure of yours in the club just a few nights ago. you danced with such an assuredness, such a grace, something he’s failed to notice in you before.

his free hand twitched, wrapping his hand around his length in resignation and tending to his sensitive erection once again.

he wished he could fix things, so he could have you dress up in that pretty thing again and dance for him, dance with him.

a hum left his lips at the prospect, fingers running over the prominent veins running down his cock.

“pea,” he breathed out, imagining you stripping yourself from that slip and stepping into the shower with him. he’d waste no time pulling you into the water and bending you over for him, admiring the pretty curve of your back.

he’d test how far it could go, pushing a palm against the small of it to get you to whine out his name.

oh, his name. it sounded the prettiest coming from your pretty lips.

when you were more than infuriated at him intruding on you this morning, you still sounded so effortlessly enticing.

he groaned deplorably, bowing against the frosted glass of his shower as he picked up the pace, leaving the ghost of his warm breath to adorn it.

was he a creep for this? jerking off to the idea of you when you hated his guts? probably.

but it was the only thing keeping him sane.

maybe it was better this way. he could keep his distance–uphold whatever respect he had going with your brother, and shield you from his untaming and destructive personality.

you were a sweet gir,l after all. his sweet pea, still somewhat untainted from his presence.

if it kept you away from him, your built up anger fueling your avoidance of him, so be it.

lamentingly, sukuna finished in his fist again, a drawn out groan of what sounded like “sweet pea” coming from his lips as his seed coated the shower floor.

despondingly, sukuna cleaned up the shower and himself after such a pitiful display, crashing in his bed, naked, from utter exhaustion thrown onto him from his mind. 

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[neatotito]

"How do I make a Monkey Wrench OC?"

Short answer: you just do!

But if you need some suggestions to get you started-

Animals

Cats, birds, lizards, slugs, all sorts! Natural or vibrant colors or any combination in between!

Skeletons

The flame headed, calcified numbsk*lls. Just stick a colored flame on a skeleton and you're good to go!

Shapes

Cubes, amorphous blobs, vague concepts. Go nuts!

Making OCs is about having fun and experimenting. Maybe you'll make a character that doesn't work out but can find a better place in your own story! Now go make that art!

[unhakies]

little idea but what if woonhak and reader have a lot in common and yk theyve been together for a while and suddenly they both finally are comfortable with each others bareface yk like no makeup and he realizes that reader has EXTREMELY thin eyebrows like him?? and then hes even clingier than usual and just keeps on telling reader how beautiful they are and its so cute and lovely THANK YEEEWW😛😛😛

browmates. k. woonhak

pairing: idol!woonhak x gn!reader

genre: oneshot, fluff, crack

wordcount: 795

notes — yall are tewww silly😭 i was cheesing the whole time writing this🥹🤭💗 not proofread!

you and woonhak had been dating for eight months now.

which technically meant like 8 years, but who was really counting?

you've cried in front if eachother after watching gut-wrenching dramas, he’s facetimed you from the bathroom while brushing his teeth.

you've had a full argument over the ethics of pineapple on pizza. (which ended in a draw and a half-and-half order.)

but today?

today was a new level of intimacy.

today was the day you both went fully barefaced for the first time. and not like, “i just took my eyeliner off but I’m still wearing tinted lip balm and concealer” barefaced.

not even that

eyebrows wiped. skin glowing.

you had gone over to woonhaks after swearing his members werent there.

you loved them! but sometimes they were a bit much.

plus, woonhak got jealous everytime you hung out with them more

you thought, 'hey, if he’s doing it, should too.'

so you washed off your face. every last speck of product. and you walked out of the bathroom.

woonhak laid comfortable on his bed, legs sprawled everywhere, he looked up at tou and stopped mid chew.

a pause.

a blink.

then came the noise

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE—” woonhak shrieked, nearly dropping the can of pringles he was holding like it had burned him.

you screamed as he frightened you. "what? what happened?!" you looked around, but he never answered.

"ugh, do i have toothpaste on my shirt again?" “no.” he pointed a dramatic, trembling finger. “your eyebrows.”

you frowned. "what about them?"

“they’re..” he gasped, looking genuinely shaken, “they’re so THIN.”

"hey- so are yours!" you pointed an accusing finger at his face. "exactly!" he snapped, startling you.

“we’re brow twins. browmates!”

you blinked at him. “you’re being weird." you pouted, walking towards the bed, but he stopped you.

“no. no, i'm being right. look at this!” he dragged you to the bathroom mirror, the two of you standing side by side under the harsh light.

and sure enough.

your eyebrows. his eyebrows.

two barely visible, innocent little commas.

like twin baby slugs. delicate. soft. faint.

woonhak turned to you with wide eyes and a dopey smile. “wah- i can’t believe this. all this time.. i thought i was the only one.”

“you’re acting like this is some kind of secret cult,” you said, deadpan.

“it is. and you’re my co-leader now,” he sniffled. “you understand me on a deeper level than anyone else ever could.”

you let your forehead thunk gently against his chest. “woonhak…”

but he was already on one knee.

“please,” he said, clasping your hands, “say you’ll do couples eyebrow tinting with me. we could be… visible. together.”

you laughed so hard you snorted. “you’re ridiculous.”

he tugged you down onto the bathroom floor, hugging you tight around the waist like a koala.

“i’m serious,” he mumbled against your shirt. “you’re so beautiful. even more beautiful now. i love you.”

“you love my eyebrows.”

“i love all of you,” he said, eyes twinkling. “even the microscopic parts.”

you squished his cheeks. “you’re clingier than usual today.”

“because now i know your deepest secret,” he said solemnly. “now i must protect you. and our microscopic brows. forever.”

you rolled your eyes, but smiled, threading your fingers through his damp hair.

“you’re lucky i love you,” you whispered.

he beamed. “lucky? babe, i'm blessed.”

and then he kissed you on the forehead right between the brows like it was the holiest of rituals.

the two of you walked back to his room, just as the front door opened. jaehyun walked in wide-dyed and frantic. "i heard screaming from the lower dorm, is everything okay?"

there was a moment of silence. a long, heavy pause. as he started at the two of you

then jaehyun squinted.

“why do you both look like boiled eggs?”

you groaned. woonhak immediately covered your face with his hands like a scandalized victorian wife. “don't look! names shy.”

"hey! thats all you, mr.thin brow worshiper!"

jaehyun raised an eyebrow. a very thick one. “did y’all just wax or…”

“IT’S GENETIC,” Woonhak wailed.

“we just have delicate brows, leave us alone,” you muttered, snuggling into woonhak’s side.

jaehyun stifled a grin. “no, no, this is cute. very wholesome. two little eyebrow noodles in love.”

“i’m telling the boys” he laughrd, and vanished into the kitchen, probably grabbing some snacks since he was already upstairs.

you sighed, your face burning. “we’re never living this down.”

woonhak turned to you, eyes full of stars. “he can laugh all he wants. no one will understand our love. our struggle. our lack of visible facial expression.”

you snorted again.

“and besides,” he added, leaning in to kiss the center of your forehead, “you’re the most beautiful boiled egg I’ve ever seen.”

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[vintagelasvegas]

Free Aspirin & Tender Sympathy at Union 76, Las Vegas Strip. Undated c. 1958. Slide scan by Charles Phoenix.

Alan Post’s Union 76 opened circa ‘57. The phrase “Free Aspirin, Tender Sympathy” appeared in their print advertising that summer, but the earliest dated visual we have of the sign is a traveler's 8mm film from Fall 1958. The sign was referenced in the newspaper later that year:

“A service station attendant got some of his own ‘free aspiring and tender sympathy’ last night on the Strip after he was slugged twice with a crescent wrench by two teenagers who attempted to rob him.”

– Man Slugged by Two Teenagers. Review-Journal, 12/9/58.

The S&H Green Stamps section of the sign was in place through the mid 60s when the station was owned by Wayne Nickerson. That section of the sign lost its neon in the 70s, and was used for painted lettering of later owners names: Jay G. Manning, 70's, and Kenneth L. Lehman, 80s.

When the station closed in 2001 the sign had no neon tubing left. The sign was donated to the Neon Museum. In 2024 the Neon Museum oversaw a complete restoration of the sign. It was installed in the Medical District, in the median on W. Charleston Blvd east of Rancho Dr.

Photos: Free Aspirin & Tender Sympathy

Film from Danita Courtney. Dated Oct. 1958 by performer names in the film. Trees on either side of the sign are about the same size as the Charles Phoenix image.

The sign reads, Free Aspirin, Ask Us Anything on its south-facing side. Low res image circa Jul. '63, from Almost Lono.

The restored sign, W. Charleston near Rancho Dr., 12/2/2024.

Updated 12/2/2024.

[realrogerhours]

i have taken the liberty of putting it in the tags now, your decision to read these tags absolves me of any liability for any consequences that may occur

would you all like to hold... the most common slug idea i have?

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Bay! Donatello x Reader

Warnings!

Suicide, Suicide attempt, depression, Reader needs a break, Severe worry, Yandere tendency, Yandere Donatello

Overall, dark content.

818 words

It had been a long week, a long month, a long year even. You were just so tired of it all.

It was the same shit every single goddamn day. Wake up, 6:30 AM, get ready for work, Eat to keep your iron levels up, text donnie you're heading out to work and that you love him, get on the subway at 8 AM, work your ass of until 9 PM, get back on the subway, struggle with your shitty lock cause your landlord refuses to fix it, change into home clothes and pass out. Everyday for the past two years.

You were so sick and tired of getting yelled at by customers, everyday. About the stupidest shit ever too.

At this point you’re just really fucking tired of being alive. You had talked to Donnie about it a couple times, he always said the same thing, that he was here for you and he’ll always help. But after so long that doesn't matter, It gets dilaudid to just words, their meaning being lost a long time ago.

…….

You weren't thinking right, your body moves aimlessly but swiftly, akin to a ghost.

You saunder your way to the bathroom, mind blank and fuzzy, but won’t shut up. Like TV static, Loud and annoying but quiet at the same time. You felt desensitized to your own body and mind. Before you could really think about what you were doing, you were in the bathroom, the medicine drawer open, the bottle of medication taken out and opened on the counter.

You slugged back pill after pill, leaning your head down into the sink to drink from the tap. You take a deep breath and flop down on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold on your flushed skin. It felt nice, cooling.

Your head spun and you gagged and held vomit down every so often. Your hand digs into your pocket, fishing for your phone. Taking out earbuds and some gum before getting to the cold device.

Struggling to work your hands, the phone drops and cracks a little on the tile. You let out a groan of annoyance but pick it up and eventually end up unlocking it.

Opening your missed texts from the last few hours well you were at work. A few from Donnie, nothing important, he had just been asking what you were doing. Ah he must have checked your location.

You struggle to type, but you manage to type what you can. Just a short “I love you, stay safe Donnie.” You let your phone slide off your hands to the ground. You wrap your arms around your torso. You really wished donnie was here… you hadn’t seen him in a couple days due to work and whatnot. Your eyes fill with salty tears and regret. You really missed Donnie.

The pinging of your phone keeps you grounded. Donatello was spamming you. Looks like he got the point of the message…

A few cold, silent minutes pass. You sit slumped against your bathroom wall. You quickly jump from your pretty much passed out state by the sound of the lock of your bedroom window being snapped off.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear Donnie’s footsteps racing to your living room, past the bathroom. “Sweetie? Please- where are you.” Godamnit he sounds like he’s crying. You can hear a small sniffle and his gear shifting along with him. Soon enough your bathroom door swings open with a very worried looking donnie staring down at you.

He sees the empty and discarded pill bottle, His eyes widen and he brings a hand to his mouth. Oh, how such a small thing tells such a gut wrenching story…. He bends down and places a cold hand on your jaw.

“Oh- honey..” He hugs you gently, rubbing your back in slow circles. He picks you up by under your arms, then brings you to lean over the toilet. He lifts the seat and bends you over the water. “Okay… just hold on sweets” He gingerly held the bottom of your jaw, prying it open before shoving two fingers down your throat, hitting your gag reflex pretty hard. Donnie quickly takes his fingers out as you gag and puke into the toilet.

“Good job, keep puking. You got it..” With your puke comes tears, you didn’t know what you were thinking, you were upset and didn’t know what to do.

A couple minutes of puking passes and you slump against Donnie, his cool plastron being nice against your hot and flushed body. He rubbed a hand up and down your forearm with sweet coo’s of reassurance.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice was shaky but relieved. “I think I’ve done enough.” You huff and rest against him. Too tired to hear or really care what happens next.

“Let’s get you home.”

[mychoombatheroomba]

Coup de Grace

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 57

The true weapons housed beneath Kolguyev Island are unleashed.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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TW for death and gore, you know, the usual

Gunfire. A flash of green. Then you saw death coming for Leon with extended claws. 

You got to him first, knocking into him hard. You heard the rush of his air leaving his lungs, felt the beast soar overhead, then you were trying to right yourself. Trying to raise your rifle, to defend yourself and him both. If it had been just you and Leon, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance. As it was, the spray of bullets from your comrades saved the two of you. 

Kill it. 

Before it kills them.

Before it kills him.

Another ear-splitting shriek bounced off the cargo containers around you all, enough that not even the drumming of assault rifles could cover it up. The creature that now righted itself on the other side of you charged - at your friends this time. You rolled off Leon, the two of you moving in tandem to bring your own weapons up. 

You braced yourself as you pulled the trigger, not for the kickback, but to prepare yourself for what would happen if you weren’t fast enough. If you failed. If you had to see Dina and Valeria ripped open by those claws. 

Surprise had been the death of your friends before. Now, though, they were ready. Valeria rolled out of the way, Dina leapt to the side and Hellman was far enough away that he only slipped out of its reach. The agent hefted the sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, firing it near point-blank into the bioweapon’s chest. The suppressor stopped the sound from deafening you, but the sound of pain that the creature made as a hole was opened up in it was unbridled. Enough to make even you wince as you and Leon scrambled to your feet. Still, the thing remained standing.

A sniper round straight into it . . . and all that slug had done was make this thing angry. 

If that was all it did for that creature, then what had your bullets meant for the one on the ramp? 

You got your answer when you heard Leon call out, just as another screech pierced the air. You felt Leon’s hand grasp the plate carrier strapped to your torso, wrenching you backwards and nearly off your feet. 

⧫⧫⧫

Just in time to save you from being sliced open by the first, wounded monster, now joining the fray. 

Leon felt every muscle tense, every vein in his body begin to run with quickened blood as the figure righted itself before the two of you. Red dripped down from the holes in its armor, its back all but ruined sinew and flesh, but its front all too plain to see. It stood on two legs, a tail behind it balancing the sheer bulk of the creature it belonged to. Mandibles parted to display razor teeth, clawed hands, and sickly green, reptilian eyes honed on the two people in front of it. 

Hunters. The reports they’d gone through had named them such. 

There was nothing human in what stood before him. Nothing but destruction and bloodshed, which it sought with a roar, swinging those claws at your throat. 

Leon felt his heart rise to choke him, because if you weren’t fast enough-

If you waited even a moment too long-

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But it was the air that was cut to ribbons, the sound of those claws parting it over your head enough to make your eyes go wide. You lunged back, nearly at the edge of the now-open path down. You felt the force of the blow, knew that it might have been your end. Or Leon’s, but he moved backwards with you, in some terrible dance set to gunfire. 

You couldn’t see what was happening with the others. Not as the creature in front of you raised its other hand, thrusting the claws on it towards you with another chittering cry. 

Those claws gouged at the concrete beneath you as you moved just in time. You had to practically dive to the right, away from the chasm this monster had come from. It was a clumsy dodge. The kind that was difficult to right yourself from. 

The kind that you regretted in an instant, because you left Leon in the Hunter’s sights. 

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And it wasted no time. 

Leon had no opportunity to be grateful that you’d avoided being skewered. Not when, a moment later, the armored creature was all but throwing itself forward. Leon saw only its mandibles parting, and then it was lunging forward again, the claws on one hand aiming to run him through. 

Instinct and training and sheer fucking luck let him duck down in time, and he rolled as his shoulder met the concrete. With his heart hammering in his ears, he was aware enough of you, a desperate look in your eyes as you fired your gun, covering his escape. There were more sounds of monstrous pain, and Leon was turning, firing, praying that the two of you could bring this thing down. 

More blood splattered onto the floor as you poured bullets into the creature’s wounded back, but that didn’t stop it from correcting course, spinning around to face the two of you again. 

It moved faster than it had any right to, a creature that big. 

Dodged down and to the side, forcing you and Leon both to adjust your fire as it closed distance. As it drew its claws back once more. 

As Leon heard the steady drumming of bullets in his rifle end in a heavy click.

Another swipe, another near miss as Leon danced to the side, feeling unable to breathe. Jagged lines were torn into the metal of the container he’d been backed against. He had no firepower to retaliate with, he realized. He had to reload. Or reach for his pistol and risk it not being strong enough to do any damage. 

The options flashed in his mind as the Hunter hissed, going this time for you, and he knew he had to decide. 

He had to act-

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Because even as you fired, the beast charging you had had enough. Its arm arced forward, horrible and wicked fast, and even as you threw yourself backwards, you felt the barrel of your rifle catch. 

Then you felt it tear, then it was ripped out of your hands, the front of it sliced clean open by one of those claws. It very nearly took your fingers with it. 

Your pistol was out in the next second, even as you felt the threat looming closer and your back being forced against one of the cargo containers. Even as you raised the smaller weapon in a feeble hope, your eyes widening as you recalled the pain of having your flesh parted and your belly torn open. 

Would you even have time to feel the pain, with this foe? 

No.

No, because you wouldn’t die now. 

Not when Reed was still out there. 

Not when bullets tore away at the creature’s armored face, fired from a rifle off to the side. Leon’s. It opened up more of the armor, giving you a larger target of red around that hungry serpentine eye. 

For softer flesh like that, a pistol would do, and with it so close- 

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You didn’t miss the opening he gave you. Nor did Leon take any chances. He squeezed the trigger of his freshly reloaded rifle, his body taking the impact as he fired a volley at the beast’s head. As he and you both did your best to kill this creation that should never have existed in the first place. 

Leon watched as you fired, your back pressed against the cargo container. As the Hunter tried to flail, its massive arms blocked some of Leon’s gunfire. When that couldn’t save it from the bullets you fired, when its right eye popped, it shrieked and thrashed. 

Metal was torn as the creature went into a frenzy, its claws once again ripping into the surface of the cargo container as it tried to take your head off. 

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You were just in time, though, your breath leaving you even as you felt the claws glance off of your helmet when you ducked. You rolled over your side, breathing hard as you righted yourself by Leon’s side, raising your pistol again . . . 

Only to find the monster in front of you still, somehow, alive. 

It turned to face the two of you, its one good eye fixed on you in a rage, while the other half of its face dripped scarlet ruin. 

“Jesus Christ-” Leon breathed behind you, but any comment he might have had was drowned out by the gunfire of your comrades and the roar of the Hunter in front of you as it charged once more. 

You and Leon moved in synch, scrambling to the side to avoid the first attack, running for your lives as the creature turned to give chase. 

“The crates!” you shouted, seeing the gap up ahead between two cargo containers, big enough for the two of you to squeeze through but to keep the creature at bay. Enough to give the two of you perhaps a shield against those claws. 

“Got it!” came Leon’s response, his voice strained by urgency, undercut by the sound of his rifle. That sound lasted as you slipped between the containers, cold metal on either side of you and an even colder dread in your belly. Your eyes were wide as you looked back, just in time to see Leon turn, breathing heavy as he let his assault rifle drop. The strap over his shoulder kept it from falling completely, but freed his hands up. One found your shoulder, pushing you along, the other went to his side. 

Steel thundered and screeched against concrete as, with so much ferocity, the Hunter in pursuit of you slammed into the crates. Both of them moved a few inches across the floor, making a panicked breath escape you and Leon both. Still, you moved, pulling him with you as you did. You cleared the width of the containers, and Leon cleared the reach of the monster’s arm just in time as it swiped for the both of you. 

You breathed heavy as you looked through the gap, seeing two sets of teeth flashing in the shadows; the Hunter’s, as it gnashed its frustration . . .

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. . . and Leon’s, as they closed around the pin of a grenade.

He jerked his head to the side and brought his arm down, hearing that little clicking sound he knew too well. The sound that let him know he had a few seconds before whatever was close to such a small object would be ripped apart. 

He didn’t have to even throw it, really. He simply rolled it as he moved, spitting the pin out, desperate and terrified but full of focus. 

A few seconds, but that was all he needed as he emerged from between the crates of metal, only to be pulled down and to the side by you. Taking cover as the Hunter began to force its way between the containers. 

He didn’t even realize that his hand was on your arm-

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Nor did you think about the fact that yours was on his.  

There was little time for that when you could hear the beast trying to end you both scraping and seething . . . 

And then came a louder noise, one accompanied with a flash of white bouncing off the warehouse walls. White, then red and an inhuman scream of pain. Armored or no, a grenade at the feet of most living things would mean death. Still, you and Leon both rose from your cover, weapons drawn. Ready, just in case this thing somehow survived. 

You could hardly believe it when you saw it still moving, still screeching at you, its sounds pained and weak. Claws swiped at you and Leon through the now-dripping gap in the cargo containers, but neither of you flinched. There was no need to, when the arm the creature swung with was attached to only half a body. 

Its legs were little more than meat, now, its blood painting the metal and concrete around it crimson. The green armor that once protected it now hung off of it in chunks, its mandibles gone and its one remaining eye looking up at you from its place on the ground. 

There was no pity to be found in your eyes-

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Nor in Leon’s as he raised his rifle, firing the burst that finally, finally put the monster down. 

What remained of the Hunter fell slack against the floor, but Leon spared no more than a glance your way. Not when he could still hear the suppressed gunfire and roars from the other battle raging in the warehouse. 

You didn’t need to be told his concerns. Your eyes simply met his and you gave a nod, then the two of you were rounding the unmarred corner of the cargo container, weapons up and ready-

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Just in time to see Hellman’s rifle go off as he ducked under his Hunter’s swing, the creature covered in its own blood. It had been shot all to hell, by the looks of it, its armor punctured and its misshapen skull bared in places. 

And then that skull was blown apart by a sniper rifle round and accompanying gunfire. 

Leon felt relief wash over him as he saw the three of them. Hellman kept his weapon trained on the Hunter as it fell backwards, its limbs seizing as death gripped it. Valeria was moving, slinging her rifle over her shoulder, her hands reaching for Dina . . . 

Who was limping. 

Leon could see the deep line of red carved into her leg, the pained expression on her face . . . 

“Injuries, you two?” Hellman asked, looking over you both from where he stood to the side of the still-open ramp. 

Leon spoke first, shaking his head. “No, sir.” You gave a similar answer only a second later. 

The agent seemed glad of that, at least, though his expression was still pressed into a firm line as he looked back at Dina. “Sergeant,” Hellman ordered, as soon as he saw the two of you emerge. He took a hand off his rifle, gesturing the two of you over. “Get over here and see to-”

A crack. A splatter. 

And Hellman couldn’t finish his sentence, because his jaw came nearly off its hinges. 

Leon halted mid-step, his eyes overtaken with horror as the agent’s eyes did the same. Eyes that had always seemed so calculated. Eyes that Leon had hated, once, as they stared at him through the bars of that prison cell. Eyes that had watched him endure torture. 

Now, all Leon could do was watch as the agent sputtered, blood gurgling from the now-open hinge of his mouth. His hands came up, his head turned-

And then Leon saw them, moving up the ramp. Black tactical gear, guns in hand and . . .

Oh god-  

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Gas masks. 

Red lenses. 

You blinked as you saw them. As one of them turned and suddenly you were looking into the past. 

A past that violently took hold of you, that sank its hooks in deep as more guns were raised. More pops of them firing echoed throughout the warehouse and you saw Hellman fall. 

Not this-

Valeria shouted something, all but throwing herself in front of Dina as she opened fire in turn. As she tried to cover the other woman, retreating towards the containers. 

Not again-

Never again.

You raised your pistol just as Leon took aim with his own weapon. His rifle swung towards those nightmares as he called towards Dina and Valeria-

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“Run!” he cried, firing down towards the ramp. Towards where the Umbrella soldiers were emerging. 

He had to give Dina and Valeria time. As much as he could manage against the squad of enemies they were now faced with. 

Eight of them, he counted in an instant. Then eight became seven as Leon’s bullets found the back of one of them. The masked soldier fell, but Leon felt only panic as half the remaining men turned their focus towards him. 

Towards you. 

The enemy was at a disadvantage at that lower angle, but even so, Leon ducked down as they opened fire. As bullets whizzed past him-

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As pain bit into your arm and your chest when you were too slow. 

A sound escaped you, one of alarm, as you threw yourself down, your pistol still pointed out- 

Still firing, right up until the slide locked back and you knew you were out of ammo. Out of options. Blood dripped down your skin, onto the ground below, and you remembered what it was to bleed from the wounds of torn skin and muscle. 

What it was to see your commanding officer lying there, his face a ruin . . . 

A ruin that twisted in some grim determination, as Hellman’s blood-slicked hands reached for the grenade he carried. As, with all the strength he could manage, he pulled the pin and weakly tossed the weapon-

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And Leon should have felt horror as the Umbrella soldiers shouted and scrambled, trying to avoid the explosive tossed their way. Instead, he saw the opportunity. The opening. The last thing that Hellman would ever do for you all. 

You were the one who took it though, took it, all but hauling Leon to his feet and pulling him back towards the cargo containers once again, desperate for any cover. For any chance of survival. 

Leon's whole body flinching as the sound of a grenade going off echoed once more throughout the warehouse. As shouts of pain and alarm followed. He didn’t know how many lives ended in that moment. He only knew that he wouldn’t let yours be one of them. 

As soon as he rounded the corner of the cargo container his eyes were searching you, panic tearing at him as you pulled at the top of your plate carrier. 

Please God-

Please not you.

But as he glimpsed the dark fabric of your uniform-

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There was no blood. Not on your chest. The inside of your arm stung and bled from a graze, and breathing hurt, but no bullets had punctured you. 

The armor had stopped it. You’d likely be choking on your own blood, otherwise. 

Like Hellman was. 

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“Are you-” Leon’s voice was desperate, his eyes wide as he looked down at you. As he tried to make sure you would survive. 

“Fine-” you answered, though there was pain in your voice. Pain and something else. Something darker. Sharper. You took a wheezing breath, kneeling down and peering around the corner of the container-

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Just in time to see the enemy soldiers moving again. Five now. Some limped, some held onto their arms before raising their weapons again, but five were still alive and moving.

Dina and Valeria were gone - hidden, you hoped. Hellman, though . . . 

He lay there, clutching at his jaw. At the bullet wounds that had nearly torn it from his face. His other hand went for his sidearm, but never quite got there. Not as more gunshots peppered the air. Fired without words or hesitation or mercy. His body jerked as they found their marks. You pulled away from the sight before you could be seen, but too late to keep the memory from impressing itself in your mind. 

Again . . .

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Leon knew by the look in your eyes that the gunshots had found their marks. That at least Hellman was gone. Dead. He hoped beyond any hope at all that the others weren’t with him. 

Hope didn’t mean much, though. Leon knew that if they weren’t gone already, they would be soon. 

That if the two of you didn’t move, didn’t do something now-

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They would kill your friends. 

Or you. 

Or the man you loved. 

Unless you killed them first. 

That was all it came down to. Them or you. That was all it had ever been. 

It wouldn’t be you. 

Not this time. 

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He would do what he had to. Leon resolved himself to that much as he shouldered his rifle, getting ready as he heard footsteps. 

He would-

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Kill them. 

You would kill them. This was what you’d feared. What you’d longed for. What you’d dreamed of. 

The chance to even the score. 

You held up a hand as you looked towards Leon-

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And he knew what you intended. Beyond any shadow of a doubt, he knew. 

He’d seen you vanish into yourself before; seen the soldier come out in your place. He would not begrudge you that transformation now. He would mourn it, but he would not begrudge it. 

Not when he heard the clink . . . clink clink and familiar hiss of a gas grenade being tossed their way. 

Six. That was what you were signalling to him now. Six men and tear gas and guns and the threat of death. 

He reached for his helmet, undoing it to swap out for the gas mask on his belt. His eyes switched back and forth between the side the gas was coming from and-

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You reloaded your pistol as Leon put the mask on. Watched as the smoke began to creep around the edges of the cargo container. 

They wanted to make a horror story of this? Fine. 

They had been your nightmare for long enough. It was time to become theirs. 

Your helmet came off easily as you heard footsteps around the corner. 

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Leon’s heart beat heavy in his chest as he prepared himself. As he realized what was about to happen. He tried not to breathe too loud, pressing his back against the metal at your side. 

You, who had come to mean so much to him. Who had suffered as much as Leon himself had . . . 

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And who would make them suffer in turn.

Oh, yes, for everything you’d been through. For all that they’d done. 

They would suffer, you thought, as you quickly pulled the gas mask over your head. 

They would hurt, you swore, your back pressed against the container, your helmet in one hand and your gun in the other.

They would die, you vowed, as the barrel of a gun appeared around the corner-

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And even bleeding, even hurt, even with smoke filling the air, you were lethal. As lethal as Leon had thought you were on that first day, before he knew the real you. The one that lay buried now, as you moved.

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As you began the dance you’d been practicing for this whole time. 

The only reason you’d survived it all. 

The one thing that felt right. 

The promise you’d clung to.

That you would end them. 

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WHAT'S UP GAMERS I am, in fact, alive!

So sorry for disappearing, I was, uh, kinda going through it and was also very busy. I took a little break from writing during it, but I'm much more free and feeling much better now! Thank you all for your patience, and thank you so much for reading as always! So excited to wrap this story up and get started on RE4R!

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Darkest Knight - Part 4

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Mutant!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You meet a pretty woman in a bar...

Word count: 3787

AN: Please enjoy the long-awaited finale!

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Natasha tears after you, light-headed from the sudden change in emotions. She can barely keep up with you down the hall until you suddenly screech to a halt, holding your arm out to block her from going further.

“Y/N–”

“Shh,” you hiss, your hands clenching into fists, the silver, razor-sharp claws bursting out of your knuckles. “Wait here.” You slip silently around the corner and Natasha holds her breath in wait. She hears a man cuss, then the muted blast of a gun, and she cringes when she sees splinters fly from the wall. There’s a few thuds and cut off screams and you suddenly pop back, blood on your hands and the front of your shirt.

“I definitely ruined the professor’s curtains,” you say with a heavy sigh. “Let’s go the other way. Stay close. They’re only here for you.”

Natasha hates being reminded that she is the reason for this chaos and bloodshed, but she knows it’s the truth and you probably didn’t mean to remind her so brashly. She grabs onto the back of your shirt, tailing you closely, her heart beating in her throat. 

“We need to find Storm. Or Jean. Or anyone, really,” you explain, not sure why there hadn’t been a better plan for this inevitable scenario. But you follow your nose, although the air is now muddled with unfamiliar scents. You’re careful to use all your senses to stay on high alert, but it seems like the Red Room agents have learned a thing or two from your past encounters.

A thick white smoke fills the second floor of the mansion and you grope behind you for Natasha’s hand in desperation. You duck into a room.

“Get the windows open,” you tell Natasha. “As wide as you can.”

“Are we going to jump?” she asks fearfully.

“No. But Storm can get a nice breeze in here to push out the smoke.”

Natasha doesn’t question you further but struggles to open the stiff latches of the old windows. You come over to help her, waving plumes of smoke towards the open screens.

“Let’s keep moving.” You make your way through two more rooms uninterrupted. Outside, the sky has taken an ominous gray tone and a powerful wind rips through the trees. “Hey Nat, we should–”

But the moment you turn around and see Natasha being held at gunpoint by a Widow you lose all control. Four male soldiers funnel into the room, blasting lead slugs into your chest and stomach. You don’t even have to unleash your claws as you slump to the ground with a loud thump, your arms accidentally pinning underneath you. You wheeze raggedly, your body pounding in agony. 

“Y/N!” Natasha screams as the Widow drags her out of the room.

Blood leaks out of your mouth as you try to push yourself up, but your body is too weak to cooperate. The three soldiers run up to you, punching and kicking every inch of you they can reach. You curl into a ball as best as you can, humiliated by your inability to fight back. And you’ve lost Natasha. 

“This is for Antonov!” one of the soldiers shouts as he stomps on your head, leaving an imprint of his boot on your cheek. Pain rattles in your head and you can’t even breathe, trying to wait for a break, but they don’t let up.

“You’re a fucking mutant, aren’t you?” Someone grabs your hair and wrenches your head back. You spit a spray of blood and saliva in defense and he leaps back, cursing and kicking. You hear a shotgun reload again, squirming on the floor to free your arms. “Stop moving so I can put you down like the animal you are.” 

You’re not sure how well you’ll take another gunshot at this close range, but you’re about to find out. You close your eyes and brace yourself.

Suddenly, you hear four different screams and feel an immense heat singing the back of your neck. You crack your eyes open to see familiar red laser beams sweep across the room, knocking the soldiers into the walls. Scott stands in the doorway, shoving his glasses back on as he surveys the damage.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You feel Jean’s hands on your back as she helps you up.

“Nat,” you groan. “Where’s Nat?” 

“I thought she was with you,” Scott says.

“No,” you grunt. “They took her.” As you stand, the pain in your gut is more obvious than ever and you almost crumple back to the ground, but Scott comes forward to steady you. 

“We’ll find her,” he says, and despite the differences the two of you have always had, you know you can count on him.

“Go find her,” you say, clutching at your stomach as you feel one of the slugs trying to push its way out of your body. “I’ll catch up.”

“We’re not going to leave you, Y/N,” Jean says.

As frustrating as it is that your teammates won’t leave you, you know they’re coming from a good place. “Okay,” you resign, taking your first unsteady step. “Let’s go.”

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Natasha feels totally helpless as the Widow drags her away from you. Out in the hall, a group of them swarm her, handcuffing her hands behind her back and forcing her to walk with a hunch, facing the floor as if she doesn’t already know the surroundings. The Widows form a diamond around her, like they would a prisoner, and she wants to laugh at the irony.

“I know none of you have any control over what you’re doing, but please don’t do this–” she starts.

“Shut up, traitor,” a Widow says in Russian, thumping Natasha hard on the back of her head. “Dreykov is waiting at home to kill you himself.”

“After he has some fun with her first,” another one adds and a chuckle spreads through the group as dread turns Natasha’s stomach into knots. 

They force her down a staircase, kicking open a door and dragging her outside. The weather is violent, a complete 180 from how it had been when they had just been watching the students take off in vans. Natasha had been curious how exactly Ororo’s powers worked, but it was obvious they were in full effect now. The wind picked up in great gusts that had the Widows ducking down to their knees, unable to stand at full height without being bowled over. Natasha dropped to her stomach, curling up as the wind spun around them.

“Hey, she’s one of ours!” She hears a man with a Russian accent boom. Fearing a fight will break out between the Widows and the Wolf Spiders, she hunkers into a tight ball and hopes they don’t try tearing her in half. But then she hears the Widows scream and scatter, and peeks up to see Peter, the enormous man she had met previously, his entire body covered in a coating of metal, effortlessly picking up the Widows and throwing them far out into the driveway. Kitty is here too and Natasha swears she’s seeing things when she blinks and Kitty dives through a Widow, turning around and slamming the confused spy onto the ground.

There’s another young man here that Natasha doesn’t immediately recognize. He drops to his knees and splays his hand on the ground, shooting out crackling beams of ice that encase the soldiers’ and stop them in their tracks. 

“We got you, Nat!” Marie is suddenly by Natasha’s side and helps her up. A Widow staggers towards them, but Marie strips off her glove with her teeth and grabs onto the Widow’s exposed hand with her own. The Widow freezes and gasps, tensing up like a board and flopping back onto the ground. “Bobby, over here!”

The boy who could make ice appear out of thin air jogs over and Natasha guesses this must be Marie’s boyfriend. He shadows her and Marie protectively, freezing any of the soldiers that get too close to them.

“Thank you, thank you,” Natasha says, impressed and a little shocked by the powers of these teenagers. Marie and Bobby lead her back into the mansion while Peter and Kitty handle the rest of the Widows. “Have you seen Y/N?” she asks Marie, panic filling her when she thinks about the last time she saw you.

Marie shakes her head. “Don’t worry about Y/N. She’ll be fine. Besides, she told us that we were supposed to protect you at all costs.”

Natasha wants to cry when she hears this. She can’t think of anything she’s done in her life to deserve someone like you. 

Peter and Kitty rush back into the mansion and shut the door. 

“Nat, turn around,” Kitty instructs and Natasha obeys with some confusion. She feels Kitty wrap her hands around the handcuffs and push down; suddenly there is a clatter and Natasha feels her wrists completely freed.

“How did you–”

Kitty waves her off. “All part of being a superhero,”  she says with a wink. 

“We have to move. They’ll find another way in,” Peter says, moving large pieces of furniture in front of the doors.

“Well, they did just get their asses handed to them by a bunch of teenagers, so maybe that’ll make them think twice–” Kitty says.

“We can’t hold them off forever, so what do we do now?” Bobby asks.

“You’ve all done enough.” Everyone whips around to see Professor Xavier roll into the hall, closely accompanied by Ororo. “I see the Danger Room training has been of great use,” Professor Xavier notes. “Excellent job, everyone.”

There is a loud crash from the top of the staircase. Natasha’s heart leaps when she sees you again at the top, although Jean’s arm is around your waist to help you down the steps and a feral pulse of jealousy shoots through her. Natasha runs over and takes the stairs two at a time to push Jean out of the way and take her place next to you.

“I’m fine, Nat, I’m fine,” you insist as she surveys you for any injuries. While you’ve mostly recovered, you are secretly enjoying the doting, even though it’s not really the time for it. You let Natasha help you to the bottom of the stairs, feeling Jean’s cold gaze on your backs but for once relishing in her jealousy. 

“Maybe I should just give myself up,” Natasha says suddenly, her fingers tightening in your side.

“No!” you respond. “Absolutely not.” You would fight the Red Room agents until your entire body gave out if you had to. 

“No one is going anywhere,” Professor Xavier says, and you relax a little when he takes control. 

“But Professor–” Scott starts, and you’re going to smack him upside the head if he suggests that Natasha sacrifice herself. 

“One moment. No one move.”

Natasha presses closer to you and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anticipation. You can smell the blood, sweat, and fear as the Red Room soldiers traverse through the empty halls in search of your group. They’ll be bursting in any minute. 

“Y/N,” Natasha whimpers and you quiet her by holding her closer to your body.

“Watch,” you tell her just in time as everyone hears the clamor of armed men and women run into the foyer. But they all freeze mid-movement, guns raised but trigger fingers straight. You can move freely and you leave Natasha to walk up to one, staring down the barrel of his shotgun with a smirk. “Not so cocky now, are we?” you say, even though you know he can’t hear you. Purely out of spite, you release your claws and slash his gun in half.

“Y/N!” Scott admonishes.

“Sorry, it slipped,” you respond.

Professor Xavier’s eyes are screwed shut, his concentration deep as he holds all the Red Room soldiers still. “You will return where you came from,” he says. “You will tell your leader that Natasha Romanoff was not here. You will look elsewhere and you will forget everything you saw here today.”

Natasha feels like she’s in a trance herself as she listens to the professor’s calm voice wash over her. She sees the glazed looks in the Wolf Spiders’ and Widows’ eyes. What kind of power does the professor have to control them like this? She shudders at the thought of what he could do if he wasn’t on their side.

“Now go.” With Professor Xavier’s final words, the Red Room soldiers snap out of their stupor. 

The soldier holding half a gun stares at it in pure shock, then looks back at your face.

“You heard the man,” you snap and he drops the remainder of his gun, spinning around, frantically searching for an exit. There is a stampede as they funnel out the windows and front door that Peter has wrenched open once more. All of you wait until the last Widow darts across the driveway, retreating to their armored tanks and peeling away.

“Couldn’t have done that from the beginning, Professor?” you comment as all of you crowd in the double doorways to watch them flee. The sky brightens back up courtesy of Storm, the sudden winds and darkness earlier drifting away.

“You were all getting a little too comfortable around here,” Professor Xavier teases. “Now Marie, if you’d be so kind as to get the cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink, I think Y/N has some curtains to clean–”

“Oh hell,” you mutter, as everyone laughs. 

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Life at the school quickly returns to normal the following week. Any damage done by the X-Men or the Red Room agents is quickly repaired and the students are none the wiser of the true reason for their impromptu weekend getaway. And once everything is settled and well, you and Natasha can finally pick back up where you had left off.

She has you pinned to the bed, her lips frantic and demanding on yours, as her fingers make quick work of the buttons on your shirt. Your head spins as you’re overwhelmed by her scent and taste, jogging your hips up to show her how desperate you are for her. You’re not usually one to beg, but you absolutely mean it when you say you’ll do anything for Natasha Romanoff.

She yanks open your shirt and flattens her palms on your chest, pushing you down harder into the mattress as she leaves a hot trail of kisses across your face and down your neck. The marks she leaves there heal almost instantly and she grumbles in frustration.

“What’s wrong, Nat?” you ask, squeezing her sides.

“You heal too fast,” she says, her cheeks tinging pink.

“It’s okay. Everyone here knows I’m yours.” You hear her heartbeat pick up when you say this. 

“Mine?” she says.

“All yours, darling.”

Gone is the shy, hesitant demeanor the first time you and her were in bed. Natasha takes the lead with a stunning amount of confidence, removing her own shirt and tossing it somewhere in the corner of your room. You swallow hard when you see her exposed flesh, marred with a few faded scars that you want to trace and kiss. 

“It’s okay,” she whispers, so quietly you’re not even sure if you heard correctly or you were imagining it. “You can touch me.”

But you hesitate, reminded of the damage you’ve caused and the lives you’ve taken with your bare hands. Natasha is too pure for you and you’re afraid to ruin her by keeping her in your life. And no matter how much you like her, you don’t know if it’s the right choice to stick around with her.

“Y/N,” Natasha says. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” you reply, your hands frozen to where they are on her waist. “Are you sure you want to…be with me?” You hate how nervous you sound, but you’ve never been around someone who’s given you so many butterflies before.

“Of course.” Natasha grabs onto your hands with hers, interlacing your fingers together. “You’re the first person who showed me I was worthy of being comfortable and safe and…loved.” Your heart beats harder. “I only want to be with you because I trust you and I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Nat…” It takes a lot to get you emotional, and now you feel yourself embarrassingly getting choked up. 

“I love you,” she says, her own voice choking. “And I want to show you how much I love you.”

If you had any doubts before, you don’t now. Both of you remove the remainder of your clothing and you moan when Natasha rests her bare center on your abs and rocks back and forth. The heat against your skin is intoxicating, almost as much as the smell, and you’re tempted to ask her to sit on your face until her legs are shaking. 

But Natasha seems to be taking the lead with some other plans, grabbing your hands again and bringing them to her breasts.

“I said it was okay if you touched me,” she reminds you with a wink. 

“O-Okay,” you stammer, can’t remembering the last time you were this flustered in bed with someone. But the moment is so intimate and exciting, you don’t want to be the one to mess it up. Natasha looks down at you and surveys your body in what you can only describe as lust, and you are secretly thrilled you can make her just as happy as she makes you. You roll your fingers over her nipples until they stiffen and she pants at the attention, her arousal heightening. She holds onto your forearms, squeezing them experimentally as if she can feel your claws housed there, then she leans forward and to grasp onto your biceps. 

An added effect of the metal on your bones meant you were carrying around an additional 200 pounds of weight. While your rapid healing prevented you from completely tearing apart each time you moved, it also kept you in peak physical condition, something Natasha seemed very appreciative of right now. 

Natasha grinds harder on your stomach, the stickiness of her center more apparent than ever, and you can’t deny yourself any longer. You let go of her breasts to put your hands firmly on her hips again. 

“Scoot back, babe. I want to feel you,” you say, delighting in her increased heartbeat. With your hands as guidance, Natasha shimmies her body back until her center is almost above yours. You bend her left leg across your stomach so she can sit at a more comfortable angle. The moment she lowers herself and her heat touches yours, you feel like you’re going to melt into the mattress.

“Oh fuck,” Natasha moans, her arms shaking as she braces herself on your abs and thigh.

“Does that feel good?” you ask, pushing her hips in a gentle rocking motion. You wonder if Natasha can feel the way you’re throbbing against her the way she is against you. The stimulation is so incredible, you’re worried you won’t last much longer and then the moment will be over. 

Natasha can only nod as she tries moving her hips faster, but you force her to slow down and savor the moment.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” she pants, digging her nails harder into your skin.

“Look at me. Hold my hand,” you demand, offering her one of your own and she squeezes it tightly, shifting her eyes to yours with a little bit of nervousness, but mostly trust and love. “It’s okay,” you assure her. “I got you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers back. You roll your hips to match her rhythm, all your thoughts and worries quietly drifting from your head as you focus on your moment with Natasha. You separate your legs a little wider so she can press her center harder against yours, her wetness and yours creating a slick surface for her to ride on, your entire body buzzing with a rush of adrenaline and endorphins. 

“Just like that,” you guide. “That’s my good girl.” Natasha looks so perfect sitting atop of you, riding you with determination to satisfy you. Your clit throbs when Natasha brushes against it and you can tell she’s close from the way her breathing becomes more and more uneven. But you don’t even care about your own release anymore. You just want her to feel good. 

“I…I think I’m gonna–” But Natasha can’t even get the words out as she cums, in too much ecstasy to even vocalize the pleasure you’ve brought her. You keep moving your hips, so turned on by Natasha’s reaction that it sends you to your own peak. The bliss is so overwhelming you go limp on the bed, and when you finally calm down, you find Natasha curled up on your chest, her face tucked into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around her, almost crushing her against you and she whispers for you to hold her closer.

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“This is nice,” Natasha says as the two of you stand on the balcony. A strange game of volleyball is going on with one student duplicating himself to play on both sides, and another with an enormous pair of what she can only describe as angel wings, flies high into the air for a deadly spike. 

“Yeah, it is,” you agree, tightening your arms around her waist from behind. 

“I know they aren’t looking for me, per se, but I know this bubble of safety won’t last forever,” she says.

“Nat, I told you, you’ll always be safe with me.”

“I know.” She turns around in your arms to look at you. “That’s why I want you to come with me.” You tilt your head in confusion. “We’re going to find where the Red Room is, and take them down from the inside.”

“No one knows where the Red Room is,” you say, not realizing how dumb it sounds when you remember the kind of people you have on your side. “I mean, I’m sure the professor could pull some strings and…” You pause. “That’s way too dangerous, Nat.”

“Will you come with me?”

You think it’s a silly idea to track and take down an entire organization infamous for producing deadly spies and soldiers. But you know how important this is to Natasha. Maybe you could even talk some of the others into coming for backup, but you know her mind is already set, whether or not you accompany her.

“Of course I will.” You kiss her in confirmation, loving the way she seems to melt in your arms every time you touch her. “Whenever you’re ready.”

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AN: A happy ending as promised!

I would absolutely love to continue writing this AU, so maybe I'll come by soon with something. Thanks for reading! Please leave likes, comments, and reblogs! 🥰

Update: I wrote a one-shot sequel to this fic, which you can find here. Happy reading!

[pocketmania]

So I managed to catch covid despite my best efforts and with it on type of my other chronic illnesses I feel like shit and am somewhat delirious.

As a result I am humbly requesting some illness comfort hcs for splatoon. Your choice on characters but I'd like it if you at least include Dedf1sh. Gender neutral or nonbinary reader please.

Thank you for your service 🫡

Man, that sucks. I'm so sorry you've been feeling so icky, anon. I hope you make a speedy recovery and feel better <3 !!

I'm gonna do all of the idols (including Big Man) because I don't wanna leave everyone out + I feel like they'd all have some unique way of going about your illnesses. I'm also so sorry for the wait! I've been busy recently, so I'm sorry (to everyone) if posting and responding is slow!

Now onto the thingy

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(🎨🔫👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💭) - splatoon headcanons

(reader type) - gender neutral

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Callie

♨ Callie is the type of person to follow all those clichés you see on T.V.

♨ Shrimp soup, ice pack on the head, thermometer in the mouth, absolutely no moving or leaving your room whatsoever, all that stuff

♨ She's not a doctor but she thinks she might be able to help

♨ The MILLISECOND she hears you sniff or cough, it is straight to bed with you

♨ If you throw up or something she'll be there to hold your tentacles back (if they're long enough)

♨ If she sees you out of bed other than to go to the bathroom she will throw a FIT and drag you back to bed

♨ She will do all the chores in the house and will cook for you, regardless if it's just a common cold or not

♨ You got sick around the time Grizz was defeated, so she had a lot of free time other than the occasional acting gig and the release of Wave Goodbye.

♨ Checks up on you every second

♨ Cuddles with you despite knowing she'll get sick too

♨ ❝ Quit it, you idiot! You're gonna catch a bug!

♨ ❝ Guess who doesn't care! ♪"

♨ She shares all the drama and gossip she's heard when she gets home if she has stuff to do

♨ Keeps you company while you rot in bed <3

Marie

♨ She's a lot more lenient than Callie, let's just make that clear

♨ Marie believes that, as long as you're not on the brink of death and it's a simple symptom, you don't have to be bedridden.

♨ You got sick around the time Grizz was defeated as well, so she had a lot of free time, too

♨ Except Thursday nights, because that's when she has her podcast "Marie After Midnight"

♨ You're allowed to help with chores, but she does all the cooking

♨ Mutualism, y'know?

♨ Also shares drama and gossip with you that she's heard while out and stuff as she checks your temperature n' all

♨ ❝ So then she said that she broke up with him-oops, you've got a fever-but then she was seen kissing him, like, an hour later!"

♨ She's still physical with you. She just keeps her distance a lot more

♨ She may not be a doctor, but she's certainly your personal nurse

Pearl

♨ The moment she found out you were sick it was a direct trip to MakoMart for medicine

♨ Her diagnosis was that you hadn't been treating yourself very well

♨ Pearl definitely isn't experienced with taking care of people medically since she grew up rich and didn't really have to do any of that stuff

♨ She knows about medicine and bandages and that's about it

♨ Buys literally all the medicine in stock

♨ Only the best medical care for her pookie wookie

♨ She does all the cooking and cleaning. She doesn't give a slug's ass what you came down with. You are not overworking yourself on her watch

♨ You got sick just before Off the Hook went on tour, so it threw a small wrench into the plan, but that was alright!

♨ She could make it work! (With the help of time management from Marina)

♨ Pearl isn't too good at cooking by the way, so it'll just be fruit or something that doesn't require more effort than a microwave and boiling water

♨ ❝ Okay, so I accidentally set the water on fire, so it'll just be fruit instead of noodles today.

♨ ❝ You what???

♨ But yeah give her a chance she tries her best </3

Marina

♨ Marina is probably the most medically trained person on this list

♨ Becomes a professional mother

♨ You also got sick around the time Off the Hook was going on tour, so that made her a bit busier since she had to work on the tour, the memverse, and make sure you didn't die

♨ So what did she prescribe? Love, it was the only medicine! That and prednisone

♨ She's almost as lenient as Marie but as caring as Callie

♨ Since she was in the military, she learned a bunch of ways to treat sick people, so she's a wiz at this

♨ She doesn't want you completely immobilized, so she lets you help with chores and cooking

♨ Will check in with you every once is a while, but when she does she asks a gazillion questions at a time

♨ ❝ Hey, (N/N), are you feeling any better? Are you hungry, thirsty, do you have a headache? Do you need medicine? Are you too hot, too cold?

♨ ❝ Just trying to process everything you just said.

♨ Makes songs dedicated to you and sings them at concerts (which always make you feel better)

Shiver

♨ Shiver, being the youngest of the Hohojiro family, doesn't know all that much about medicine

♨ But she tries her best, especially for you! Is that a lie? No!

♨ She definitely gets advice from Frye and Big Man. They even help take care of you sometimes

♨ She makes a bit more of a deal about it than she should

♨ You got sick around the leader splatfest (that goes for all of Deep Cut), so of course Shiver was all over you during the halftime break

♨ ❝ (N/N)? Please tell me you're okay! You haven't thrown up, right? Do you have a fever? I could get you some water and a fan if you do!

♨ She asked when all you wanted was a Crabby Cake.

♨ Shiver, no matter how much she loves you, will never admit that she had to get help from someone else

♨ Takes you everywhere just so you're in her sight, even while she's out banditting

♨ Orders Master Mega (or one of the Deep Cut members) to carry you around everywhere

♨ She mostly cooks you spicy food, even if it's mild

♨ Shiver is always cold (as her name kinda suggests) so she'll hug you when you get too hot

♨ Will buy you anything and everything you want, just like Pearl would

♨ Basically your gremlin helper

Frye

♨ Frye's family has a bunch of remedies that probably aren't safe to the public

♨ Big Man has repeatedly told her not to use these remedies as a last resort

♨ ❝ Just take 3 of these a day, she says as she holds up what is possibly the most toxic food known to inkling and octoling kind

♨ Other than that, she's good at treating people. Like i said before, she's got siblings, so she kinda had to be

♨ Frye's like Marie when it comes to stuff like this because she also believes that, as long as you're not on your death bed, you'll be fine

♨ With that said, she will not hesitate to carry you around and do everything for you

♨ ❝ Oh, yeah, no, straight to bed! C'mon, I'll carry you! You can work, but don't overwork yourself, man! I'll finish cleaning the dishes, just don't die on me!

♨ ❝ Frye, all I said was,'I feel kinda hot'.

♨ Just like with Shiver, the rest of Deep Cut helps out with taking care of you, too

♨ She mostly cooks you sweet food

♨ Frye is a human heater (as her name kinda suggests), so she'll hug you when you get cold

♨ Trust me when I say she'll barely treat you any different from when you weren't sick

♨ She'll still throw her banter-punches and lean on you and shake you and all

♨ Just be ready to take care of her when she gets sick from that :,]

Big Man

♨ Probably the most caring person on this list next to Marina

♨ He is a LOT more normal out of the other two members of Deep Cut

♨ And since he's a naturally caring person he makes a great caretaker

♨ Big Man's family definitely has remedies they use, too. Except these remedies are actually safe to use on people

♨ Mostly cooks you sour food, even if it's mild

♨ He is always prepared; he's got tons of medicine and tissues for when you guys go out together (and barf bags..)

♨ Big Man believes you're a capable person, so he'll also let you help with chores and cooking until he sees that you're tired/dizzy

♨ Then he'll send you right back to bed and spend the rest of the day caring for you

♨ ❝ Ay? Ay ay. ((N/N)? Do you need anything? More water, or more blankets?)

♨ ❝ I'd like for you to just be with me, if that's okay.

♨ Starts gushing over the entire thing and spends the rest of the day with you. Chores can come at the end

♨ At that moment, you thought you were cured

Acht

♨ There are a lot of people on this list who let you fend for yourself holy hell

♨ You got sick just after the Side Order DLC would've been completed, so Acht didn't have anything better to do than hang out with Marina or make music

♨ Acht seems like a "tough love" kinda character (that's also very caring at the same time), so that's why I feel like they'd be another character like that

♨ Though they still cook and clean for you from time to time! Albeit they're.. not the best cook..

♨ (You're better off ordering out.)

♨ Sometimes, if they think you've worked enough, they'll throw you over the shoulder and carry you

♨ Acht doesn't know medicine as well as Marina (considering they're a dropout) so they go to Marina for advice

♨ Acht might fuck up the procedure once or twice, but it all works out in the end! They try, trust me

♨ Also keeps you company while you rot away in bed

♨ Lets you suggest music for them to make (and its always good)

♨ Not always prepared but always ready to seek out the things you need

♨ ❝ Hey, you need tissues? Alright, lemme see if I have some.

♨ The combination of their personality and the way they care for you makes you oh-so-happy

♨ Even after you've gotten better, you still think you're sick.. sick with love that is

♨ Corny, I know, but it's true

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[cl0verdrag0n]

New Monkey Wrench OC:

So everyone, this is Viridis, or simply Viri (it's easier to say).

Not much lore is made YET, but the best lore I can give you is that they are a raccoon-slug creature (somehow connected with the Agari) who accidentally crashed on someone's ship like a friggin meteor (nobody knows why they came in like a meteor, they don't remember anything afterwards...)

It made a big hole in the ship afterwards, I'll tell ya that.

But things will get better afterwards. Probably.

[NOTE THAT THE LORE IS A WIP AND IS A BETA VERSION. CHANGES WILL BE MADE!]

Use the reference if you want ^^

I have nothing else to say.

Erm...GOODBYE! :D