#agent venom still needs work..........

[moxielynx]

Hyper-Spider and Scorpion belong to aster

doodle dump because i cant be bothered to post these all separately

[puppetwoman17]

I would like to expand on the joker junior idea. Imagine Batman going to arkham to interrogate Joker for another case, leading to him getting beaten by bats while laughing about how he not only failed Jason but Tim as well. Laughing about how he tortured him, revealing his identity, how easy it was to break him. Batman then threatening to end him and joker replied with "Oh Batsy, if you truly were capable of doing it then Junoir wouldn't have needed to shoot me".

While that was happening everyone except was listening in the whole time and are seething about everything they heard until Tim put his ear piece back on that he took off before Batman started his interrogation because he knows it will get them nowhere so he tries to find a new lead (not because the very sound of Joker's laughter sends him back to when he was screaming as he was getting electrocuted and injected with joker venom that ridiculous he's fine) and told Bruce that he found another lead, getting him to stop pummeling Joker and leaving while he was left there laughing.

Sorry if this is all over the place it was something I came up with after reading your posts. Keep up the good work!

Thank you so much for this!

God that would honestly be mortifying for everyone involved(except the Joker obvi). All the kids are expecting him to taunt Bruce about Jason, and he does. He teases him on how he couldn’t get there in time and how his son still blamed him. Which, sure, Jason has his own gripes with his death, but the Joker is the person who he is LEAST okay with saying this.

But then things take a turn. The Joker starts talking about his SON, and since when did the Joker have a son? He calls him Junior. Teases the Bat that he was too late in saving him, and his boy would ALWAYS be a part of your little Red Ro—

Holy fucking shit.

Nightwing is screaming now. He demands that Batman tell them what the Joker meant. Why hadn’t he been told? What happened to Tim? Why did the Joker know him so well?

Jason is close to having a panic attack, because not only is the one person who scares him anymore on the loose, but he did the same to Tim. To his little brother. To someone who he’s grown close with over the years. Who definitely had a rocky relationship with him. Who talked with him despite that and worked with him despite that. To hear that that very same little brother had been attacked the same way he had, and worse, is more than enough to send the Red Hood on a rampage. The Joker isn’t escaping again, that’s for sure.

Cass is not one to make her presence known. She knows how to keep quiet. How to wait for the right time to strike, but she’s on the Joker in the next possible minute. Even Batman steps back and watches as she beats the person who hurt her brother into the ground. Batman doesn’t know whether to cheer her on, or tell her to stop.

Spoiler is the only one with Tim, and she can’t help but just stare. She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t yell or cry or accuse him of keeping such a heavy secret, she just looks at him. Not with pity, but with the sinking realization that no one knew. Not even her.

Damian wasn’t allowed to leave the cave. He’s sitting by the Batcomputer with Alfred behind him. While he and Drake didn’t have the closest relationship, it’s been some time since he truly thought of him as anything but his brother. He learned from him frequently, how to handle a specific gadget, how to deal with the Batman when his temper flared(slightly, he’s not an asshole anymore Dami(WHAT DO YOU MEAN ANYMORE??)). To hear about this horrifying experience and not be able to comfort Drake made him squirm in his seat.

He’s even more surprised when Pennyworth doesn’t give a single indication that he knows. Nightwing demands that Agent A tell them why he hid this from them. Everyone is shocked when he tells them he is just as clueless.

This is all background noise to Red Robin, because he just got a lead on where the Joker’s goons could be. He doesn’t pay attention to anyone’s words, instead telling Batman that he has a lead and to meet him at a location.

When all this is over and the Joker is back in custody, all Commissioner Gordon can do is pat Tim on the back and tell him to go the fuck home and sleep.

When all this is over, Babs locks up the Clocktower because she’s not dealing with this shit til she’s had her morning coffee.

[reve-writes]

—if i'm dead to you [1]; leon kennedy.

ʚ leon kennedy x reader | resident evil | 1,5k words. ʚ chapter two. | you betrayed him before, resulting in a failed mission and a preventable death. years later, you cross paths. ʚ angst. profanity; violence; non-canon lore; reader murdered someone; very loosely set in re4. ʚ a/n this will have a second part! i don't write for leon a lot so he may be ooc, sorry for that. i just wanted to write some lovers-to-enemies angst while being knee-deep in leon brainrot.

"I should kill you," he theeatens. You feel the hard muzzle of his pistol on the small of your back, almost feel the coldness of the metal against your skin despite the jacket you're clad in.

God, you missed him.

"Leon," you greet casually, even as you put your hands up in a surrendering manner. He presses the gun harder—a warning. One you're choosing to ignore. "Come on, puppy. We both know you're not going to shoot."

His voice is cold when he responds, venom lacing every syllable. "Do we?"

Your heart clenches, but then again you deserve every bit of anger he throws your way. His icy tone feels so much worse than any wound you've ever had in your line of work. Each words lodging deep inside you, like a bullet without an exit wound.

“Leon,” you try again. His name flows smoothly out of your lips as if you've been saying it your whole life. Even now, as he's threatening you, your body seems to remember him anyway—gravitate towards the pads of his fingers, the warmth of his torso. You thrum with the yearning to feel his skin on yours again as much as you don't deserve to. “We can talk like civilised people.”

“We're past civilised for a while now,” he retorts, but the pressure loosens. You take your chances and slowly spin on your heels to face him. A mistake on your part. Your heart swells at the sight of him. His blond hair, sweeping over his ears. The blue in his eyes, hardened from years of experience as an agent. The set of his jaw. Your hand twitches with the desire to touch him, feel his lips against yours once more.

What do you even say?

Apologising seems like a callous move. You didn't bother to apologise five years ago. It changes nothing even if you do apologise now, because you'll do it all over again. Instead of spinning more lies or desperately trying to bury the elephant in the room, you opt for the truth.

“I'm glad you're well, Leon.” You swallow, trying to clear the scratchiness of your voice from the lump forming in your throat.

His brows furrow. His gun is still aimed towards you, but his hand is trembling ever-so-slightly. “Don't do that.”

Your head tilts to the side. “Do what?”

“Try and act as if you're not the biggest fucking liar I've ever met,” he snarls. “Fuck this. Fuck you.”

It stings. Every word acts like lacerations on the fickle little thing beating inside your chest. Your hand shakes, but you flash him a tight-lipped smile instead.

“I suppose I deserve that.”

“And a whole lot more.”

A beat passes, and then two. It doesn't seem like he's going to serve you your retribution.

You're taking in his appearance and he looks at you, so many thoughts racing in his head. Too many to pick out just one. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the roiling anger in his veins—to keep the red at the edge of his vision instead of blinding him.

“What are you doing here?”

“You know I can't answer that.”

“The least you can do is answer my questions.” He grits his teeth. “Then again, whatever you say is most likely a lie.”

“I'll take my leave, then.” I'm glad I get to see you.

He kisses his teeth in annoyance. “Goddammit, ___. Are you really not going to say anything?”

You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms. “We don't need to do this. I'll stay out of your way.”

“What about Tracy?”

The name brings up a clear picture. Pig-tailed brunette. Fifteen years old. Freckles dusting her cheeks. The gap between her front teeth when she smiled.

Tracy Miller.

That was the name printed on your mission file five years ago. Your mission partner was Leon Kennedy. Both of you were newbies in the field, recently recruited after what went down in Raccoon City. It was supposed to be an easy mission, anyway. You were starry-eyed, excited to spend a little more time with him, giddy for experience in this godforsaken field.

Your mission was simple. The fifteen-year-old prodigy created a strain of virus. You were supposed to bring her in for questioning. They were planning to confiscate the research.

Until you were approached by your current employer—a group of self-righteous assholes whom you've caught the attention of. You were presented with an offer, but it was never much of a choice. Kill Tracy, get rid of the possibility that the virus could ever soread. You would never say yes. Never in a million years would you have aimed your gun at a helpless child.

Until they mentioned him.

It didn't take much for you to throw your morals to the backburner when it came to Leon. He was their leverage. If you didn't work for them and dispose of Tracy, then he would die. Their words over the static of your phone are the start of this nightmare.

How sure are you that you can protect him from us?

The name Tracy brings up an image. A loud ringing in your ears. The thud of her body hitting the ground. The click of your gun as it fell to the floor, a bullet missing from its magazine, lodged in the girl's skull.

You steel yourself, echoing empty words you don't quite believe in. “I did what needed to be done.”

You walked away from him. Your shoes knocking against the docks of the lake. As soon as he's out of sight, your knees buckle and you fall. Blinking your eyes, you realise that you're crying.

You don't have time for this.

Not in the middle of an infected village where its residents can appear anytime, hurling an axe at your skull or brandishing a pitchfork, fully intending to kill. There's a mission to accomplish.

Dammit.

You're filled with contradictions. Even as you curse to yourself, standing in front of him like a deer caught in the headlights, there's a part of you that lights up when you bump into him again. It overshadows the rational part—the one that dreads another confrontation, risking the exchange of words as sharp as daggers into each other's hearts.

He immediately levels his handgun at your chest. You drop yours.

“Shit. I didn't know you were here, Leon.” This is one truth that you can offer to him.

“Am I supposed to believe that?”

You sigh, spotting a hostile in your periphery ready to lob a machete at you. “Duck.”

Even if you're the one who cried wolf, the one who once served a lie so grave on a platter without batting an eye, his body responds, immediately falling to a crouch before he can even think about it. It's how the two of you operate in Raccoon City and the countless missions that follow after that. Complete trust. That's why your betrayal feels like a thousand cuts to him.

You curse under your breath, side-stepping the machete. You swoop down for your dropped gun, shooting the infected resident three times before he falls to the ground. Your gunshot is loud, drawing everyone and their mothers out of their houses.

“Great,” Leon complains under his breath.

It's a dance you remember. The way your body so naturally presses up against him to cover each other's backs. The familiar little commands the two of you exchange as you take down enemy after enemy.

“She's just eating my bullets!” He quips, dropping an empty magazine out with one hand, the other already pulling out a new one out to reload. “Shit.”

You chuckle. Suddenly, you're back in Raccoon City again. Two naive twenty-something-year-olds keeping each other alive. Leon and his quirky comments. You and your light-hearted laughs.

The last shot rings and the two of you let out a relieved sigh.

“Great work,” he says before he can stop himself, falling into old habits.

You smile—that million dollar smile that does unhealthy things to his heart. Do it again. A voice in his head says. He frowns, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to shake off the stupor that remains after the fight.

Tracy Miller. He'll never forget the day he failed the young girl. The day you broke his trust. He swears he hates you. He wants you dead for what you did.

“You're not half bad yourself, Kennedy,” you answer.

He turns around, going to sow his rewards after all the shooting. “Stay out of my way. I won't hesitate the next time.”

The coldness returns to him. You tighten your jacket as if it can help shield you from the chill, but this is a small price you have to pay for his life. You prefer to have him absolutely loathe you than buried dead six feet underground.

You wince, walking away. “Take care, puppy.”

The nickname slips out of you and his step falters for a second. You notice—you notice every fucking thing he does bevause his presence alone heightens all your senses.

It gives you hope, a small one—one you don't deserve. Maybe. Just maybe. He'll forgive you someday.

[ ]

[forestshadow-wolf]

Cw: mention of suicide (not graphic), (vague) mentions of torture

Vamp!ghost in a pure silver muzzle so he can't prey on anyone.

He got turned and muzzled by human!Roba because the torture got so bad that he killed himself, and Roba couldn't have that, so he had him bit. By vernon.

The sadistic bastard was stoked to be able to keep Ghost around a little longer as his "play thing"

The muzzle, little more than a cage for his face, was five horizontal bars with one bisecting the center vertically. At the base of the mask where it sat on his mandable was a hinge, so it could expand and contract because Roba still wanted him able to talk and scream, like the sick fuck he is.

It burned and bubbled and hissed as it seared onto his face, melting the skin so it would cling to the metal when it "healed"

With Ghost's newfound immortality Roba was able to have so much more "fun" with him. He kept him for years, cutting him open whenever he felt like it, just "to see what's going on in there". Branding him with silver to "see what it does" (like he didn't already fucking know). Starving him for months on end. And the muzzle never once came off. When he did get it was through a straw that he was graciously given a single pint of blood.

Then he got bored. And he threw him away. And still the muzzle wasn't removed.

No not thrown away. Buried. In a load of shit. In the desert. One last experiment. To see what Ghost could withstand. He was doomed to burn to death, and even then it was to starve for eternity, or drink through a straw for the rest of his life. He sure as hell wouldn't be getting the muzzle off himself.

One good thing he learned through all this. How far he could break before he truely broke.

Roba locked him in Vernon's reinforced casket, and threw away the key. It took two days of nonstop beating at the wood before he got out, even with the help of the deceased vampire's jaw.

It took 3 days of hiding, and 4 nights of running at inhuman speeds to find the nearest army base.

He also found out that to say he was "starved" wasn't exactly accurate, but there was no other way to describe it. How else you do describe a lack of a need to eat, and yet feeling your body weaken just the same. How else do you explain the feeling of his body using up the blood in him. The way his heart never beats so he needs new blood to replace what has been absorbed or turned into waste, later to be released as venom. What word do you use to describe that othern than "starved", but it's an inhuman kind of starvation, so completely NOT human.

When price found him he was sucking his fifth stolen blood bag dry. He truely was "starved" after so long of not feeding.

The man said he was putting together a task force with the help and authority of a CIA agent. The man, Captain Price introduced him to a dryad, a nature spirit.

It's unusual for a spirits and sprites, especially ones so close to nature, to be in such a violent line of work. But here he was, nonetheless.

Price himself was a normal human, it's the only way the force was allowed to come into fruition.

Ghost was taken to a medic, to see if they could remove the constant burning silver from his face. But it was no use, the doctors said their tools were too soft to ceable to cut into his skin to remove the muzzle. And so there was nothing they could do, short of ripping the thing off, which would only cause more damage, and they didn't have the manpower to do so anyway.

So he stayed in the muzzle, donned a mask to avoid sun exposure, and price made sure to keep a constant stock of blood packs for him, even if sometimes he was reduced to dumping dehydrated pigs' blood into a glass of water, price made sure he was never "hungry" again.

Then price found soap. A natural born werewolf, he said. And he was all rambunctious and happy-go-lucky energy, or that's what it seemed like on the outside. Then Ghost learned that he was a sniper and demolitions specialist, with a wicked memory, and a background intense anti-interrogation training, and he has to wonder how much is for show.

It's only after they defeat hassan that soap asks about it. The muzzle. He knows he saw it when he removed him mask in Las Almas, but he said nothing about it, not did Ghost offer anything.

Soap says he thinks he can get the muzzle off, but they'll need to take leave, head back to his home. Ghost isn't sure how he likes the sound of that. He does want the burning silver off, but he's pretty sure he's heard that wolves and blood suckers weren't exactly friends. And while he's already dead, he can still be killed, and he definitely can't survive an entire pack of wolves (sans one)

Soap says it'll be fine, he'll vouch and/or protect(?) Him. Price encourages him to go, says he can finally get the stupid cage off. And gaz is laughing his ass off at his predicament, and just generally being unhelpful.

A phone call home to Mama Mactavish, explaining the situation had Ghost reluctantly agreeing to go, if only to appeasethe frantic woman. Soap requested 3 months medical leave for both of them, and price easily signed off on it, practically pushing them out the door.

Soap's home was nice, a fair bit or farmland with a large home that just seemed to radiate comfort.

Mama Mactavish was first to meet them at the door with a fresh batch of homemade danishes, she pulled them both into a bone crushing hug and ushered them inside. She didn't even flinch at the sight of the muzzle or the horribly "scarred" skin underneath or his fangs.

Simon wasn't so sure what to think about that, he'd never had this kind of kindness before. He didn't hate it. Everyone else was almost as friendly, and he couldn't tell if it was a pack of anomalies, or if the rumors were false. They even had fresh lambs' blood for him, warmed to perfection.

He and Johnny were given a day to rest and settle in, then they were being woken at the crack of dawn, to start collecting herbs and begin preparations. Mama explained that it was a family secret, so she swore him to secrecy.

He supposed it only made sense for a family of werewolves to know how to treat silver burns.

She put Johnny to work making so sort of... salve (us that what you call it? He wasn't sure), then mama had donned a pair of gloves and had him lay down with his head in her lap, she started massaging the salve into his skin around the muzzle.

It was slow work, and took hours to make even a small bit of progress, but progress it was. As more and more of the silver lifted, Johnny helped slide gauze underneath to prevent it from burning back on.

It took all day and most of the night to finally be able to lift the muzzle off, but Mama never once complained.

Simon thanked her profusely, and would be forever indebted to her, but she just waived him off.

A week later the wounds were still trying to heal over, and he knew by the end of their leave there would be little more than a faint scar over near-perfect skin.

There was one night that Johnny had joined him sitting out on the porch. One unable to sleep, and one who would never sleep again.

"Why did you help me?" It'd been running through his head since they arrived. "You hardly knew me."

"I know you enough." Johnny chuckled, knocking their shoulders together.

"But why?" He still didn't understand.

"You know what it's like to have the words 'echoic memory' on your file? I do. It's why I took all that extra training, put it to use a few times too. But nothing could have prepared me for being force-fed silver." Johnny shivered with a faraway look in his eyes. "The pain lasted months. I couldn't be active for nine months. I can only imagine what it must've been like to live with that on your face for years."

"Thank you."

Johnny nodded.

They spent the rest of the night there on the porch, at some point Johnny fell asleep on Simon, and Mama found them early in the morning.

[zweiginator]

art coming into the picture in the actor!patrick au omg i need the drama the angst the jealousy

also picturing 20s art and 30s patrick together does something to me like yes give it to me please

because im thinking that patrick got into acting young. he was never a child actor, but he lived around hollywood and there were plenty of talent scouts looking around for promising young actors. and there patrick was. he was handsome and so ready to work, work, work.

and it felt like one day he was a nobody and the next day his name had the magic stamp of approval and he couldn't go anywhere without the flashing white lights of paparazzi burning the backs of his retinas. and this was what he always wanted--but he could still miss his old life, right?

patrick was always stuck in a loop. a yo-yo of him wanting to crawl into a hole and be a hermit, and then wanting more and more attention as soon as a hot new piece of meat was thrown into the ring of hollywood. hence the scandals, and the homewrecking and the sex tapes.

patrick also feared that his youth was fleeting--well, because it was. he wasn't twenty anymore. the young, lithe boy who took any role that was offered to him, his agent saying he would be stupid to pass anything up at this point in his career.

it's how he found himself sexualized in movies. it's how patrick zweig became a name that subconsciously elicited a visceral, almost taboo connotation. movies where you had to cover your kids' eyes when they came into the room. patrick zweig was a sex symbol.

so maybe he envied you. the novelty of your career. you're only in your early twenties and your eyes still twinkle under the oppressive set lights. you're still surprised when people want your autograph.

a part of patrick wishes that you would have a big scandal. that what had come out about you and him would've gained more traction. but it only added to his growing reputation. it made people pity you, hoping you would come out of this film unscathed by patrick's venomous sting.

and patrick shouldn't want you; he didn't want you. until he saw you talking to the director's assistant. blond and a little scrawny but strong where it mattered. with nice curls and a charming smile that made older women want to pinch his cheeks and fuck him all the same.

art is the same age as you, born in the same year. patrick has only spoken to him a few times when he was giving art his coffee order. asked him if he could pick up his dry cleaning down the street.

art is organized and on time. and he obviously has a crush on you. who wouldn't? but patrick has surpassed the age of crushes and now he feels like a fucking creep watching you and art giggle, your knees knocking against each other as you face each other in flimsy lawn chairs.

patrick tries not to ruminate about it. about how fucked up it is that he didn't want you when he could've had you, but now that you're out of reach he feels like he missed the train and the next stop is hours away.

he thinks maybe you and art didn't actually hit it off as well as he originally thought that day. but a week later and there you both are, closer this time. you share a sandwich and wipe some mustard from art's lip. and you don't notice patrick lurking against your trailer.

it feels almost evil when after the awful day he's had, he goes out to a bar, wearing a ball cap and dark clothes. he gets two drinks and sips on them slowly in the corner. art and you walk in and fifteen minutes you walk out into the alley and patrick can't help but follow you. he's fucking magnetized to you.

art has you pressed against the side of the building, his hands resting on your ass as his tongue pries into your mouth and patrick is already unreasonably angry. and then he hears the softest mewl of your voice, moaning art's name, when only a few weeks ago you were sat in his lap and these roles were all fucking reversed.

your hands tangle into art's hair and patrick clears his throat. art wipes your lipstick from his mouth but red is still peppered on his neck and you both look at patrick like deers in headlights.

[rxmqnova]

Could you write Wanda x Venom reader when Wanda doesn't like Venom and always made a comment about it and because of that Yn doesn't like Wanda but they were on a mission and Wanda was in danger so Yn convinced Venom to help her and then when they were at the compound Wanda apologized to Venom and they become friends, being caotic friends and after that Wanda wanted to know more about Yn and Venom.

Maybe the ending can be an open one if you want, like them knowing each other more

Venom

Y/N: 25 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Alright, we have a location of another hydra base" Tony announces, starting the meeting he has just called.

"So we'll destroy it, what's the problem?" Sam asks confused by Tony's face impression.

"The problem is that this base is the biggest one we've ever found and we need to destroy it as soon as possible. Half of us is on different missions, so us, who are currently here, need to do it" Tony explains, looking at the 4 other Avengers.

"Well, I believe we're pretty capable and surely we'll manage" Y/N says, trying to encourage everyone.

"Says you who's hidden in some weird alien thing all the time" Wanda rolls her eyes.

Wanda and Y/N have never been friends. The Avengers have tried multiple times to make them friends but it never worked.

The thing is that Y/N has this 'alien thing' inside of her as Wanda said and the thing is called Venom. For some reason the witch just doesn't like Venom and for that Y/N doesn't like Wanda.

The two are always pretty mean to each other or arguing which is everyone on the team sick of already, but they can't do anything about it.

"Can we just eat her already?" Venom asks on which Y/N smirks at Wanda, ready to scare the witch a bit.

"Eat her? You have no idea how much I would love to do that right now" Y/N says on which Natasha rolls her eyes, knowing another argument is about to come.

"It did not just tell you it wants to eat me" Wanda says, giving Y/N a glare, trying to hide the fact that she's actually worried a bit. "How are we still keeping her here with this weird thing inside of her that wants to eat people?" The witch asks, looking at her teammates.

"Alright, you two just stop" Natasha sighs, having enough of this. "No one will be eating anyone, we need to focus on the mission"

"We still can eat her after" Venom says on which Y/N chuckles. She knows it'll make Wanda wonder what has Venom said.

———

The time has come, the 5 Avengers are fighting against the hydra agents that are currently in the hydra base.

"Guys, I need some help here" Wanda says through the ear piece.

"Y/N, you're the closest to her. Help Wanda" Tony orders, making Y/N sigh.

"Fine" Y/N answers a bit irritated and starts running to Wanda's direction, but Y/N's body suddenly stops, not being able to move. "Venom, what are you doing? She needs help" Y/N says, trying her best to move.

"Y/N, neither one of us likes her. We can just let them kill her and then eat her" Venom says.

"What?! Venom, we won't be eating her. She's a part of the team, we can't let her die" Y/N reasons, but that still doesn't convince Venom.

"Y/N, are you coming? I really need help" Wanda desperately asks, throwing the whole enemies thing behind.

"Venom, mask" Y/N orders.

"But-"

"I said mask. You can eat some hydra agents later, just help Wanda" Y/N promises even though she absolutely hates when Venom bites people's heads off. "On my way, Wanda" Y/N answers through the ear piece, finally on her way to the witch.

When Y/N gets to Wanda, her eyes widen. The witch is surrounded by so many hydra agents that are shooting at her while the ceiling is about to fall down in any second and Wanda's shield isn't working anymore.

Venom jumps into the middle of the room, taking Wanda into her arms and jumping through the window, placing her on the ground gently. The two can only hear an explosion and the ceiling falling down.

"You okay?" Y/N asks, back in her normal self again.

"Yeah, thanks" Wanda says, trying to hide the pain she's in as one of the agents shot her into her arm.

"You're hurt" Y/N kneels to the witch, tearing off a piece of her suit to put it over Wanda's wound. "Guys, Wanda's been shot into her arm. We need to get her back. How's it looking with you?" Y/N asks through the ear piece.

"We're nearly done, take her to the jet" Tony answers.

———

"How's your arm?" Y/N asks as soon as Wanda sits next to her on the couch, the two being the only ones in the living room right now.

"It's okay… I. Hm… I want to thank you… for saving me" Wanda says, playing with the sleeves of her hoodie.

"I don't think you should be thanking me, it wasn't me who saved you" Y/N says.

"… Does it listen or how does it work?" Wanda asks.

"Venom can hear you" Y/N answers, looking at Wanda curiously.

"Okay… Thank you for saving me there, Venom. And… I'm sorry for all the comments I've made" Wanda apologises.

Venom stays quiet on which Y/N furrows her brows.

"Venom?" Y/N raises an eyebrow. "What did we say about being nice to other people?"

"… Fine, apology accepted"

"He said he accepts your apology" Y/N smiles. "… I'm also sorry for being mean to you. I know that having Venom inside of me can seem weird or scary to some people and I didn't have to be that rude to you"

"… That's okay. I get it now" Wanda smiles a little. "How did the Venom thing even happen? I've never heard that story before" Wanda asks, playing with her fingers now.

"Probably because I've told the story only to Tony and Natasha" Y/N explains, also playing with her fingers. "… I broke into a lab. They were experimenting on people, but none of them survived the interaction with Venom. But I did somehow" Y/N shrugs. "How did you get your powers?" Y/N asks. She joined the Avengers after Wanda, so she has no idea how Wanda got her powers.

"… My brother and I joined hydra. We thought that Tony is responsible for our parents' death, so we joined for experiments which were successful" Wanda answers and the room falls quiet for a while. "Would you maybe… want to watch a movie with me?" Wanda asks, breaking the silence finally.

Y/N smiles, happy that her and Wanda are finally becoming friends. "I would love to"

----------------------

I had no idea how to write Venom reader as I've never done this before…

Hopefully it's not too bad😅

Wanda Maximoff masterlist

Masterlist

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Come Back to Me

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+

Warnings: reader is super pissed, mentions of injury (slightly), lots of making out, quick and needy sex, p in v sex, unprotected sec (wrap it up kids), dash of angst but still fluffy

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Notes: First Jack fic of the year!!!! FINALLY! Back to my favorite cowboy and what a way to get back into writing him. This was fun to write based off this request! Thank you anon for the request and I hope it lives up to what you wanted! Thank you to @clint-aww-no-barton​ as always and big thanks to all the new readers!! If you want to be added to my taglist please let me know!!

ao3 link 

This work is intended for adult eyes only. By continuing, you agree that you are 18 or older. 

  People moved from your path with clear concern and worry. The look on your face clearly showed the rage you felt. Your boss and father was dragging behind you, calling after you trying to calm you down, but there was no use. These posh prick assholes came into your agency and shot one of your fellow agents. Not only that, but they messed with the one man you’d ever loved. That meant war. You would burn Kingsman to the fucking ground.

  “Ginger said he was going to be fine kiddo,” your father, Champ spoke as you stepped on the elevator that would lead to where sick bay was.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to kill that asshole for shooting him. He shouldn’t have been cleared to go out in the field,” you snapped as you turned to Champ.

  That shut his mouth, given he was the one who cleared him. The elevator doors opened and there stood Harry and Eggsy. One look in your direction and Eggsy’s eyes bulged.

  “Uh Harry maybe we should…”

  “Oh I don’t think so.”

  You stormed forward, pushing Harry against the glass that overlooked the hanger just outside.

  “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t throttle you where you stand?!”

  “Look, Harry was out of line but Whiskey is going to be okay.”

  Eggsy stepped forward, panic laced through his voice. He took one of your arms, Champ grabbing the other and they pulled you from Harry. He straightened his suit as you glared holes through him.

  “Get off me!” You shrugged both men off you and stepped back.

  “I believe Agent Whiskey may be…”

  “Harry don’t!” Eggsy pointed to him.

  “Oh no! Please finish your sentence, may what?”, the venom laced words almost spat from your mouth. You hadn’t even noticed your father had stepped away on the phone, until he returned.

  “We found where Poppy is. I’m sending you both with Merlin, now.”

  “You have to be kidding me!” You turned to him.

  “Listen kiddo, I understand, but you need to calm down. Go be with Jack.”

  You stood there, swearing steam was coming out of your ears. You glared at Harry one last time, before turning on your heels and headed into sick bay.

  “At least she’ll never let anyone run over her,” you heard Eggsy comment.

  “Just how I raised her.”

  Pride laced your fathers words, but even in that moment you couldn’t take it in. You were stopped dead at the sight before you. Jack was lying in one of the beds, still in his snowsuit and his head encased in a contraption of Statesman making. It was genius honestly and the invention had saved countless agents in the past. Most of them would tell anyone, they’d rather take a head shot than anywhere else. 

  “He is going to be fine but we both know what can happen,” Ginger spoke, making you jump slightly.

  “We won’t really know until he wakes up,” you let out a sigh, your anger gone and anxiety taking hold of you.

  “I gotta go help with the mission. Are you okay to stay with him?” Ginger placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you gave her a slight smile.

  “Yeah I got this,” you spoke softly and with that Ginger was gone.

  You let out a sigh and finally made yourself walk forward, sitting down in a chair next to the bed. All you could do now was wait. Your mind wandered to the worst case scenarios, and then it would skip to the feelings you kept buried so deep. Champ being your father and boss caused issues when it came to dating fellow agents, especially Jack. Your father loved him, like he did all his agents, but as he said all too often, “no one is good enough for my little girl.” You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice in your head. He really needed to move past that. Jack had been the only guy who you’d ever felt that pull with, and the temptation to beg your father to let you have this had been strong for a long time.

  You had absentmindedly taken Jack’s hand, lacing your fingers in between his. Then they twitched and your head shot up. The doors around Jack’s head opened suddenly and as he sat up, you stood. You backed up as he looked around, confusion clear on his face. Then his eyes snapped up at you, and a smirk pulled at his lips. You could tell by the way he looked at you with no recognition, that he had taken several steps back in life. You backed up again as he slid off the bed.

  “Well ain’t you the most beautiful thing to wake up to.”

  His voice held a different tone to it than it did normally. You tried to push the smile away, to keep from rolling your eyes, but you didn’t succeed in either. He started in, talking way too fast, with promises of taking you home and treating you right. You had to think fast how to snap him back to the present. Then an idea sprung to your mind and you threw caution to the wind. You stepped toward him now, causing him to stop. You reached up, taking his face in between your hands and smashed your lips against his, cutting him off mid sentence. It took him a few moments, a slight jump and then he was kissing you back, pulling you closer to him until you were desperate for air.

  “Well damn darlin’,” Jack chuckled back to himself.

  “There he is.” He gave you a questioning look. “You were young Jack again, trying to put the moves on me.”

  “I don’t have to be a younger me to do that,” he smirked down at you. “But thank you for bringing me back like that.”

  You searched his eyes and he seemed to be doing the same to you. Your heart pounded in your ears and you knew, right now, was the chance to finally just take the plunge.

  “Oh fuck it,” you panted and crashed your lips back to his.

  One arm stayed solid around your waist, as he kissed you back, the other coming up to your cheek, brushing hair away. He kissed you deeper, pulling you so close that you were as connected as you could be with clothes on.

  “Where’s Ginger?” He panted as he pulled away, backing you up toward the bed.

  “Not here,” was all you said before your lips collided again, and you melted into him.

  Jack skillfully turned you around, picking you up as he did and placing you on the bed. You opened your legs for him and he slid between them, never once letting his lips slip from yours. Everything was Jack, the sick bay slipped away, the thought of anyone coming in a distant thought. You didn’t care anymore, you needed him and you needed him now. The damn had broke and you were swept up in the flood of feelings taking over.

  “We need to be quick, unfortunately,” he kissed you again deeply. “But I promise I’m going to make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

  He froze when your hand pushed on his chest slightly, your eyes connecting as something different danced there.

  “Jack I’ve wanted nothing more for a long time. It’s just…”

  “Champ.”

  “He’ll get over it. I’m an adult. It’s past time for him to let go.”

  He smiled then and let out a breath, before his lips were back on yours again. His hands wandered, slipping under your dress and up your thighs, making you shiver. You let out a whine against his lips, as he slipped your dress up to your midsection. He made quick work of pulling off the snowsuit he wore and freeing himself from his jeans. He pulled away panting as you laid down and he pulled you to the edge, before resting his forehead against yours. His eyes stayed connected to yours as he slipped your underwear off until you looked down, watching as he tucked them into his pocket. He smirked and you couldn’t stop one from pulling at your own lips.

  “You okay?” He spoke softly and you simply nodded your head.

  He pushed inside of you and the two of you let out your own noises of pleasure. Your eyes rolled and then fluttered shut at the feeling of him. He felt so perfect, like he was meant for you. His lips took yours again, as he started to move his hips gently but quickly.

  “You feel so damn good darlin’,” he groaned against your lips, pulling just away enough to speak.

  You couldn’t even respond. You were too overwhelmed with it all. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your fingers went to his hair. He moved quicker and just slightly harder, both of you desperate to hit your highs as quick as you could. Jack licked his two middle fingers, and snaked them between the two of you to rub your clit. You let out a loud moan, that was cut off by his lips, and you snapped. Your body shook and you grabbed at him in every way possible, like a vice. He took over every single one of your senses, driving your through your high. You heard him, almost from far away, groaning in your ear as his head slumped to your shoulder as he shuddered through his own release. Both of your bodies relaxed in unison, and you panted for only a few moments longer. You desperately wished he didn’t have to move away, that this moment didn’t have to end. Reality sucked that way. He pushed himself away reluctantly and pulled out of you, making you hissing at the loss of him. He fixed himself and then helped you, both of you still dazed and humming with the afterglow.

  “What happens now?” the fear in your voice evident.

  “I’m not real sure darlin’, but I know I want to continue this and, maybe, take you on a real date sometime. That’s, if you’ll have me. And your pops doesn’t kill me.”

  You both let out a chuckle.

  “Jack I’ve wanted this for a really long time. I’ve just, always been worried about so many way this could go wrong, but seeing you lying on that bed…I…I knew I needed to just take the jump, and hope you caught me.”

  “I’ll always catch you darlin’,” he bent, kissing your forehead gently, and you smiled beaming bright.

  “Guys we have a problem,” Ginger burst in to the room, looking between the two of you in shock, before shaking her head slightly.

  “What’s going on?”

  Jack spoke, but his voice sounded off to you, suddenly. You studied him as Ginger went into the details of the mission and the loss of Merlin. Jack asked her to get his jet ready, and you followed him to his office where he could change. Something had shifted in his demeanor and it made your stomach flip with dread. Something was wrong, you could feel it. He was slipping in to a jean jacket when you finally pushed the words out.

  “Jack,” he turned to you, eyes softening and eyebrows raising slightly. “Please come back to me. Whatever happens next, I want to figure it out with you.”

  The words came out soft, scared, as the instincts that had been honed in your time as an agent warned you of impending danger. He locked eyes with you and he seemed to wrestle with himself for far too long, before he physically wilted. Decision seemingly made he stepped forward, kissing your forehead again.

  “I promise I’ll come back to you darlin’,” you knew he meant it, could hear it in his voice, but it only made you relax slightly, intuition still telling you something was wrong.

  You stood there in his office and watched him leave, his promise ringing in your ears. All you could do, was wait.

Tagged: @jimmythegirl​ @arcadianempress​ @discogrrl​ @immundusspiritu​ @someplace-darker​ @thisis-theway​ @ohpedromypedro​ @scribbledghost​ @fioccodineveautunnale​ @princess-and-pedro​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @littlevodka​ @all-hallows-evie​ @mack4676​ @perropascal​ @audreyshepbvrn​ @mswarriorbabe80​ @kaqua​ @novemberrain221​ @weasleywinchester​

[noforkingclue]

Hey, I'm not sure if you have done this kinda idea before but I will still sent it to you anyway if you have already done it please feel free to ignore. Could I please request a Billy Butcher x supe!reader where he and the reader are in a car chase trying to escape the bad guys but they aren't losing them so the reader has to remove a power inhibitor which they wear and use their powers to escape the bad guys and then once they are safe talk with Billy about why they hid their powers from him and prehaps the reader could be a threat to a certain person who only knows the reader by their powers but not appearance.

I really hope you're doing well at work and I hope you enjoy the rest of your week.

Oooh yay! It's been fucking ages since I've written anything for The Boys. Can't wait for series 4 later this year. Maybe I need to start a rewatch soon...

Anyway, hope you like the fic :)

Title: Please, Listen

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftshu35, @zannemees, @holy-minseok

Billy Butcher tag list: @mrdcks-spaghetti

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Shit, shit, shit,” you said as you looked behind you, “we’re not fucking loosing them.”

“I fucking know that,” snapped Butcher, “what do you think- fuck!”

Butcher was interrupted by a shower of bullets against the car. You winced as you felt the glass cut you and looked carefully behind you. You bit your lip and you glanced at your wrist. You really really didn’t want to take it off but you were seeing no other opportunity. The Vought cars were gaining on you and things were, for once, looking bleak.

“Billy.”

Butcher briefly glanced over at you. You using his first name was usually enough but it was the tone of your voice which really caught his attention.

“What? Bit busy here incase you can’t fucking see.”

“I’m sorry.”

You pulled off the power inhibitor. You flexed your fingers before taking a deep breath and casting a portal. Butcher let out a string of swear words as the two of you crashed through the portal. You immediately got out of the car and clicked your fingers just as another car was halfway through it. You looked away as the Vought agents were swiftly cut in half. Finally you took a deep breath and glanced over at Butcher. He was gripping the wheel tightly, eyes fixed ahead.

“What the fuck?”

You glanced over as MM came marching over. Frenchie and Hughie were hanging back a bit but you could see the curiosity in their eyes.

“I can-” you started

“She’s a fucking supe.”

You winced at the tone in Butcher’s voice as he slammed the car door shut. You glanced at the ground as he walked over to you.

“What?” asked MM

“Y/n is a… supe?” asked Hughie and you could hear the disbelief in his voice

“Look,” you tried to keep the desperation out of your voice but knew you were failing, “I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a fucking choice.” spat Butcher

“I didn’t ask to be born like this,” you snapped, “You think I wanted to have fucking powers? Why do you think I created this?”

You held up the power inhibitor and slapped it back on your wrist. You let out a grunt of pain and rolled back your shoulders.

“Still prototype,” you said, “but it seems like it does the trick. Fucking hurts though.”

“Good.”

You blinked at the bitterness in Butcher’s voice. He marched over to you and jabbed you in the chest. You took a couple of steps back when you saw the venom in his eyes. You had seen that look before but it had never been directed at you. You knew it was going to be difficult when he found out the truth but, maybe slightly naively, you thought things might be a bit different. After all, how many times had you saved his life?

“I want you to fuck off,” he said, “and if I ever see you again I’ll put a bullet in your supe cunt head.”

“And this was why I didn’t fucking tell you,” you snapped, “because you’d push me away.”

“If I had known you were a supe to begin with I’d never allow you to be part of this. So fuck off.”

You looked desperately at Butcher’s retreating figure. You wanted to go after him and beg him to listen to you but you knew it was pointless. You glanced at your other friends and MM folded his arms.

“So,” you said, “where do you want me to begin.”

“At the fucking beginning,” MM said, “and then we’ll where we go from there.”

[halfmoth-halfman]

and i wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Spider!Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: sickness, established relationship, just fluff A/N: big thanks to @writeforfandoms for helping me figure out what kind of spider reader would be and giving me the motivation to finish this fic!! 💜 if you want to read some fun facts about the spider reader is based on, there's a little blurb at the bottom of the fic!!

You wake with a massive headache, your body sluggish, and legs heavy. You can feel your veins throbbing, fighting against every tiny movement. 

It’s your own fault. You should’ve expected this after last night.

(It was foolish to think the night would be easy, but the worst you’d heard of for the first few hours was two muggings and a car thief. You’d let yourself slip into a false sense of security, and that little mistake had allowed Scorpion to catch you off guard.

Still, you weren't one of Miguel's best agents for no reason.

Using your speed to your advantage, you slipped from Scorpion’s grasp and dodged his next swing, taking off across the rooftops in large leaps.

He’s a brutal fighter, always preferring to be up close and personal, and you knew that. You'd let him land a few good hits—let him think he was winning.

He struck again, fist coming at you from the right as his tail swung down. You dropped to the ground, dodging his fist, and rolled just in time for his stinger to lodge into the ground next to your head.

You jumped to your feet, wrapping your limbs around the length of the stinger before the pale green of your suit flexed and the barbs on your legs stabbed into him. Scorpion shouted in pain, dislodging his stinger from the concrete and swinging wildly. The barbs gave you purchase, keeping you attached as venom coursed through your veins, down the barbs, and into his body.

It took a minute for the venom to take effect as he slammed you down into the hard ground, and you forced more out in a moment of panic. It happened two more times before he finally lost control, and the paralysis took over.

Retracting your barbs, you pulled away and stood, his eyes watching you with nothing but unbridled fury. You got to work on wrapping him up in your webbing to be left as a nice present for the cops and called it a night once you spot the flashing lights on the streets below.)

You should’ve known something was wrong by the soreness in your body when you went to bed, but you’d ignored it.

Now you’re paying the price.

You take it easy for the day, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you relax in your apartment and tend to your extensive collection of houseplants.

It doesn’t go away. If anything, you feel worse in the afternoon, fighting to keep your lunch down. You’re two seconds away from giving up and going back to bed when your watch pings, and the hologram of Jessica Drew blocks your hallway.

“Wow, you look rough.”

“Nice to see you too, Jess.” You grimace a smile, moving around her to head for your bedroom.

“Are you okay?” she asks, following you down the hall, her visage passing through the ivy hanging from the ceiling. She watches you flop face-first onto your bed, body half hanging from the mattress.

“Not really,” you mumble, voice muffled by your pillow. You turn to face her, head pounding so hard you can feel it behind your eyes. “Unless you need me for something?”

"You can barely get up," Jess scoffs, a hand on her hip. "You think you can fight right now?"

"Could always use me as bait," you suggest with a weak smile. "All I'd have to do is lay there, and I'm pretty good at that."

"You're not going anywhere."

It's an order, not a request, and one you greatly appreciate.

But there's still that little nagging voice that makes you feel guilty for inconveniencing someone, so you have to ask, "You sure you can handle—"

"You questioning my ability?" Jess snaps. It's playful, not malicious. A raised brow and confident smirk.

"No, ma'am."

“Didn’t think so. You just take it easy for the day, and I’ll check in on you later.” She taps away at her watch, turning to head back down your hallway.

“Sure thing—” you throw a lazy, slightly painful thumbs up, “—Do me a favor, though?”

Jess pauses, looking back at you over her shoulder.

“Don’t tell Miguel. You know how he gets.”

Jess rolls her eyes, muttering something you don’t quite catch.

“I won’t say anything, but you know he’s gonna find out, right?”

“I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it.”

“Just get some rest,” she laughs with a slight shake of her head before heading down your hallway.

“Yes, ma’am.”

"And stop calling me ma'am!"

Orange illuminates your hallway in quick, vibrant flashes and Jess is gone.

You’re startled awake by the faint sound of plastic rattling in your kitchen.

It’s late, the only light in your room, the pale glow of moonlight flooding in through your window. You push yourself onto your side, body protesting the entire way as you roll to face your wide open door and the silhouette of your plants against the light from the kitchen.

You tuck your arm against your chest, wrists and webs aimed at the hallway waiting for this intruder to make their appearance.

Just because you can barely move doesn’t mean you can’t defend yourself. 

The kitchen light turns off, and your apartment is encased in darkness. You blink once, twice, three times, and your vision clears, adjusting flawlessly to pitch black. You lie in wait, listening for footsteps and watching for the briefest movements.

The hallway ivy gently swings, and Miguel appears from your kitchen, dressed down in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He walks down the hall, a glass in one hand and batting at the drooping plants with the other. 

You let out a long exhale, relaxing into the bed as he waltzes into your room. 

“What’re you doing here?” you rasp, voice soft and sleep-filled. 

“Jess said you were sick,” Miguel states as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

Of course, she did. 

“I’m not si–what are you doing?” You watch as Miguel sets the glass on your nightstand, then leans down and crawls over you to settle behind you on your bed. 

“Bringing you water?” he scoffs. You feel the bed dip and shake with his movements but have no energy to turn to figure out what the hell he’s doing. “Brought you some soup, too. I thought you were asleep, so I put it in the fridge.”

“I don’t need soup.”

“You’re sick. When you’re sick, you eat soup.”

“It’s not that kind of sick.” 

The bed stills as Miguel pauses. A beat of silence before, “How bad is it?”

“Not sure,” you sigh, and the bed shifts again. This time Miguel slides his arm under your knees, the other looping around your torso to lift you up and help you sit up against your headboard. 

“Scorpion caught me by surprise,” you explain, watching him pull your legs into his lap so he can roll up the legs of your loose pajama pants and trail his fingers along your skin–a touch you barely feel. “I think I overdid it.”

“How do you feel?” Miguel asks, focused solely on his inspection of your legs. 

“Heavy.” 

He hums, nodding more to himself than to you. He stops when he gets to your left thigh, giving a sharp inhale.

“Found a small cut. Got a bunch of green and yellow veins around it,” he mutters. “Think your venom might’ve got in.”

Well, that would explain it. 

You groan out your frustration, and Miguel rolls your pajamas back down. He turns to you with a small, barely there half-smile of sympathy. “You need anything?”

“Nah, it’ll wear off in a day or two,” you sigh with a sad attempt at a shrug.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“I think I know how my own venom works, babe.”

“So stubborn sometimes,” he mutters, shaking his head. You huff out a laugh, using what little strength you have to nudge him with your knee. 

“Look who’s talking,” you tease. He rolls his eyes, but you see the corners of his mouth quirk as he fights back a smile. You open your mouth to continue, and hopefully coax out that handsome smile he so rudely keeps hidden from you, but a long yawn stretches out from your throat instead.

“Think I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you mumble, eyes already heavy and sliding shut. “You can go back if you need to.”

“Jess can handle things for a day or two,” Miguel argues, sliding your legs from his lap to help you lay down. 

“I’ll be fine, Miguel. I promise.”

“I know you will,” he states, lying down next to you, “because I’ll be here to make sure of it.” He’s using his bossy voice, leaving no room for argument. You'd find it incredibly hot if you weren’t feeling so awful. 

“So stubborn sometimes,” you laugh, eyes shut as you pitch your voice lower in a poor impression of him.

“I thought you were tired,” he scoffs. 

You peek one eye open, a teasing smirk crawling across your face. “Tired? When I have such a handsome man in my bed? How could–”

You let out a very undignified squeak as Miguel uses his strength to roll you over and face you away from him. You don’t have the chance to argue as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest to bury his face into your neck.

If you didn’t know him so well, you’d be worried you’d annoyed him, but you know it’s only his attempt to avoid a compliment and hide the redness in his cheeks. 

“Go to sleep,” he grumbles against you, a soft shiver shooting across your neck. You relent, allowing him the reprieve from your teasing and letting your body rest.

You teeter on the edge of sleep, slowly moving your hand to rest over the arm around your hips and relaxing into the warm body behind you. “Goodnight, Miguel.” 

The last thing you hear is a soft goodnight, with the gentle caress of Miguel weaving his fingers through your own.

some spider facts!

✧ this reader is based on the lynx spider, or more specifically, the genus Peucetia!

Using your speed to your advantage, you slipped from Scorpion’s grasp and dodged his next swing, taking off across the rooftops in large leaps.

✧ lynx spiders are known for being very speedy runners and exceptional leapers!

You jumped to your feet, wrapping your limbs around the length of the stinger before the pale green of your suit flexed and the barbs on your legs stabbed into him.

✧ lynx spiders have large spiny bristles on their legs and in many species the bristles form almost a basket-like structure that may assist in confining the prey that they grasp, and protect the spider from its struggles.

It took a minute for the venom to take effect as he slammed you down into the hard ground, and you forced more out in a moment of panic. It happened two more times before he finally lost control, and the paralysis took over.

✧ now normally, it's the female lynx spiders that will "spit" venom that can cause a type of paralysis, however i changed it up a little to have it come from the barbs just to keep it a little more gender neutral.

You take it easy for the day, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you relax in your apartment and tend to your extensive collection of houseplants.

✧ lynx spiders are known to frequent flowers, often times using their green coloring to hide along the stalks so they can ambush pollinators

The kitchen light turns off, and your apartment is encased in darkness. You blink once, twice, three times, and your vision clears, adjusting flawlessly to pitch black. You lie in wait, listening for footsteps and watching for the briefest movements.

✧ lynx spiders have very keen eyesight that they rely on when stalking, chasing, or ambushing prey, and also in avoiding enemies.

“Found a small cut. Got a bunch of green and yellow veins around it,” he mutters. “Think your venom might’ve got in.”

✧ just a little nod to the green and yellow coloring lynx spiders will often have to help them blend in against flower stalks

[l0serloki]

Hiii! So I was reading your voicelines and I was wondering if I could maybe very kindly ask for some yoru lines?

Valorant Voiceline Headcanons V2

(Yoru, Sova, Viper, Sage)

CW : Killing, Pet Names, GN!Reader

A/N : OFC!! I decided to add more agents as well, enjoy!

Link to the first one here!

Yoru :

Y/N is on the team -

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were coming. Well this definitely makes things more interesting…”

OR

“Y/N the first one to get a kill wins. Loser has to buy dinner.”

Y/N aces -

“They didn’t even see it coming.. Good. They deserved it.”

Y/N dies to the enemy Phoenix -

“That prick.. You think you can mess with my partner? You’ve pissed me off..”

Y/N assists in Yoru’s kill -

“You know I didn’t need help. Don’t think I owe you one.. I’m still watching your back though.”

Sova :

Y/N is on the team -

“My owl! I am so excited for us to work together. It is a blessing to be with you.”

Y/N aces -

“You are unstoppable, sweet feather! You have to be the best shot in the world!”

Y/N gets a kill on a drone tagged opponent -

“My eyes and your talents are put to use! We are ruthless!”

Y/N is bottomfragging -

“Dont you worry. You will only grow from here my dove.”

Viper :

Y/N is on the team -

“With you here this will be easy. Stick to our plan and we will be out of here in no time, my little snake.”

Y/N aces -

“Great work. I knew you had it in you, keep it up.”

OR

“Oh my… The venom in your eyes is beautiful.”

Viper’s Venom hurts Y/N -

“My beloved! That wasn’t meant for you!”

Y/N clutched last round -

“Amazing work. I’ll buy us drinks after - you deserve one.”

Sage :

Y/N is on the team -

“My heart, you will help me to turn the tide. I will be with you the whole time, don’t be afraid.”

Y/N aces -

“You are a master of war Y/N! Most impressive display.. You fill me with pride.”

Sage rezzes Y/N -

“I cannot lose you. Please, come back.”

OR

“They will pay. Exact your vengeance my love.”

Sage heals Y/N -

“Take this, I can’t bear to see you in pain. Come to me again if you get hurt.”

[demonangelgirl134]

Phineas and ferb theory

So those who have watched Phineas and Ferb would know that Perry the Platypus is.. well, a platypus. And he's been fighting Dr. Doofenshmirtz for years now. But one thing about platypye is that the males have venomous spurs on their ankles that deliver a very painful sting. But we've never seen Perry use his spur on Dr. Doof, or anyone in that matter. So my theory is that maybe since the agency he works for has the agents go undercover as house pets, maybe either Perry got his spur removed for safety purposes of his host family, or just wanted to spare doofenshmirtz the painful, deadly wound and trip to the emergency room because it's revealed that Perry and Doofenshmirtz may be enemies, but perry still cares about doofenshmirtz deep down, and doesn't really aim to kill him

(Also, one thing Doofenshmirtz could do if he needed to find Perry in the dark is just shine a UV black light and look for a glow because Platypuses have a special element in their musk that makes them glow eerie blue green under UV light)

[bakageta]

I commissioned @deadlake to make a version of Eddie Brock's Venom form along the line of @kitausuret's explanation for Flash's Cosmic Venom in her fantastic (explicit) fic: Complicate Me, Elevate Me. Kita's fic got me thinking, if Agent Venom is Flash's "work outfit", what if that could also be true for Eddie? What might Eddie and the symbiote's casual form look like? This is what I came up with after chatting with Kita!

Wings because that's a cool and fun thing from the comics, though the anatomy is better because the comics anatomy hurt me in my heart. They can shift to have more grasping digits on their wings and also just do whatever fine adjustments to their proportions that they need to do for ease of movement and comfort.

They can do bipedal movement of quadrupedal because that's cool and fun and monstery. And most of the reasoning for cool, fun, monstery things are because they are cool, fun, and monstery. Their hands are still very dexterous, because I imagine that, as a writer, Eddie puts a lot of importance on his hands.

The spider symbol is different because they want to distance themselves from the idea that Spider-man is the sole reason they are together. However it's still a spider because they have to acknowledge that Spider-man is still a major reason they came together. They also have bioluminescent marks for other headcanon reasons.

At some point I do want to write a fic about Eddie and the symbiote developing this form together!

[morganwrites12672]

'Im sorry'

Hydra can't have bucky so they take you.

Bucky Barnes x Romanoff!Reader

Steve finished giving basic Intel for the mission. It was just the three of you; You, Steve, and Bucky. It was a ghost base. Three people weren't needed, it was simply a precaution

"We'll be fine, right doll?" Bucky asks. Steve had said something about you and Bucky going in first while he got the outside guards.

"Of course we will," you say with a weak smile. You hated these. Bucky would always have this, this look when you got back. Old memories resurfacing. It was like if you went back to the Red Room. You shiver at the thought.

Most of those memories were hidden. You remember every face you ever killed, but not every person who ever hurt you. If was nice sometimes. But it was also weird not knowing everything that had happened.

The QuinJet lands and you all stand at the ready. This mission was a fairly simple one. Get any Intel, and take care of every agent

As the jet opens up you all run out to begin the raid. It was easy to easy as you and bucky made your way inside.

Any agent encountered was easy to shoot down. They didn't have the same fight as some of the other hydra agents you had encountered.

You spilt with bucky and go straight to the middle, you needed to find the intel.

You reach a room with a large control panel and run inside, no agents were waiting for you. You shrug your shoulders and then get to work.

You knew this room wasn't the same as others. It hand a large metal chair type thing in the middle. As you pressed a button to begin the Intel gathering process, you felt a prick. Reaching up to touch the spot on your neck you were shot, you see several heavily armed guards and scientist enter the room.

You were fucked

---------------------------------------------------------

Your head is swimming as you slowly open your eyes, it was hard to adjust to the bright light.

"Welcome," a man greats with a smile. The smile isn't a normal one, its the type of smile you give someone if you want to know how to kill them a thousand painful ways, and very personal to.

"He's going to find me," you with pure venom lacing your voice. Bucky would find you, he would never leave you at this hell for long. He was probably seconds away, waiting for the right time to save you.

"How wrong you are, how very wrong," the man says and moves to switch with a few buttons on the control panel.

"How about we find some old memories?" He says before Uncovering a button with a plastic cover. He doesn't hesitate before pressing it.

You were strapped to the metal chair, the cold metal digging into your calves and wrists. Bucky would be here any second, he had to.

You felt shocks of electricity sear through your brain as a metal plate came closer and closer to your head.

You screamed as your body convulsed. It felt like every voltage in this damn building was running straight through your head.

You saw dark red sparks as the machine stopped. It took your breath away, and you remembered things. Only a few, but the horrors haunted you.

You knew the man enjoyed the pained look on your face as you get each memory, fighting I'm the red room, the ballet until it broke you, having been the one to watch the ballet, all of these memories sent a fresh wave of pain through you.

He didn't hesitate before yelling something in German you didn't pay enough attention to remember. Your brain was still trying to remember things and it hurt.

He pressed the button again. Everything in your body was screaming as the metal plate, shooting red sparks, came nearing your head.

"BUCKY," You yelled through tears, hoping your savior would come.

You let out a scream of pain as your vision blurred. everything went dark as the machine stopped. You heard faint yelling before losing consciousness.

----------------------------------------------------------

Bucky could only watch as you woke up. You had gone silent on the coms so he went to look for you. He panicked at the sight of you unconscious in the chair so he ran at you.

But he was met with a clear wall. He ran head first into it and then something else covered both exits. He was trapped.

What was worse was that you couldn't hear or see him, but he could hear and see you. He knew what was coming.

"We don't have our soldat, so we need to ruin this life you built," the man taunted as bucky heard your screams begin.

He hit the glass with his metal arm so many times he lost count. It didn't even crack. He screamed as he felt his throat fo raw.

He lost every bit of composure as he heard you yell his name. He fell to the ground with tears in his eyes. He couldn't take it as he saw your body slump and the machine retract

He saw Steve come running in. Everyone in the room was on the floor within seconds. Something bucky should of done.

As Steve smashed his shield into the control panel the walls around Bucky vanished. He ran towards you with tears in his eyes. He failed.

----------------------------------------------------------

You hadn't left your room in three days. You hadn't seen someone willing in three days.

Everyone was trying to get you to open up, but bucky. He had left you alone. He m ew exactly what it was like.

You felt all of these new memories swimming in your brain, and the headaches wouldn't go away. But the physical pain was better then the mental pain of knowing everything you did and everything that was done to you.

You felt a new wave of pain hit as you gripped your head. Tears formed in your eyes as you got off the floor

This vow of silence wasn't working. You needed Bucky. You texted him. Your voice would break in the phone and you didn't want him to be upset before he even saw you

You heard footsteps and your door open as Bucky rushed to see what was wrong.

He wasn't as surprised as he wanted to be when he saw you checked into a ball in the corner. You looked broken.

There was no other word for it. Broken

"I'm sorry," Bucky whispers and sits down in front of you. He can't handle that look in your eyes, hollow and full of pain. Your usual happiness has been replaced by this cloud of hurt.

"It's not your fault," you whisper. You felt bad. You didn't want him to feel sorry. It wasn't something he had any control over

"I feel guilty, I should of,-" you press a finger to his lips to shut him up. His self doubt needed to fuck off.

"It's okay James," you say hoping for some form of reaction. He loved when you called him that, but only you.

You move your finger from his lips and he stands up with you. You both move to the bed and bucky wraps himself around you. The weight was comforting.

And being the little spoon was nice.

"I'll be okay," you promise.

"No you won't," bucky says with a sad laugh. He knows that you will never be the same.

"If we're gonna be broken, at least we can be broken together," you realize and he nods.

You wouldn't let the other suffer alone. You would take it day by day, like when bucky was in a bad head space.

----------------------------------------------------------

Requests are open! Please reblog if you enjoyed

[thecatspasta]

Related to the OC stuff I wanna know more about Becks and Silver in general! Box and Flicker too! They look so interesting and their designs so fun!

Ok so becks and silver are best friends. They are some of the guys who want to find a cure for the disease that ravages their world (apocalypse stuff), but unlike others they are willing to work with those infected

Anyways Silver and Becks have each had their own experiences with ppl whove got a mutated version of the disease, neither good, but alas they need some way to cure it and looking at ppl whove survived it is always a good start

Me rambling about the disease under the cut:

So the disease is very fun to me. Its found exclusively in water and most natural water sources are contaminated. Moss is safe from the disease bc it has some qualities that can repel it

See here you either just up and die from the disease bc it slowly takes you over and eats at your bones and effects your breath or you can form a parasitic bond with it (technically you dont form it, the disease just mutates and then it works that way). Box is one of those with the bond (hence why he has mushrooms growing on him). There are some fun stuff that comes from that

The disease is located in the mushrooms and removing those gets rid of the disease. Easy right? Well when a mushroom thinks its in danger it releases smth that messes with clotting agents (like boomslang venom) and causes you to bleed to death anyways :D

This is not as strong in parasite mutations, meaning you can remove a few mushrooms and be mostly fine (you loose a lot of blood still tho). It weakens the connection of the parasite with you which can be a nice relief

So yeah. The disease is very ever so slightly inspired by chytridiomycosis btw. Amphibians are much much more susceptible to it (it being water based and works a lot faster)

[indigosabyss]

QPR Gwentin Take On X-Men First Class: First Meetings

The Coast Guard was in chaos. The target's boat was dead in the water, but a submarine attached to it was already heading into deeper waters.

Nothing they could do about it now. Best they could do was go back and use the eye witness testimony here to prove that Sebastian Shaw was more a threat to America than the telepath currently working with them.

And if they could fish out the person who had wrecked the boat, then even better. But it didn't seem likely.

"Someone's jumped overboard!" A voice called out, "It's Mr. Xavier!"

Goddammit. They needed that man alive. The telepath was going to be crucial in his project.

"We need to get them out of there." A boy next to him said hurriedly, "There's a shark in the water."

"Any shark that values it's life is far away from this mess." He snapped tiredly, before registering the strange bright pink hair on the boy, "Wait, who are you? How'd you get here?"

The boy didn't respond, too busy leaning over the safety rail between them and the ocean.

For a second, he almost thought the boy was going to throw himself overboard too, but then a pink aura lit up around something under the water, lifting it up to reveal three tiny silhouettes, which were unceremoniously dumped onto the boat.

The boy took off towards them, and he, being an important CIA agent now technically in charge of such matters, followed.

Charles Xavier was there, looking like a drowned rat, yet his arms still tightly wound around the mystery man, who might have been the one to tear the boat in half.

Mystery Pink Boy ran past both of them and tackled the third, much small thing, he had lifted from the ocean, and cradled it in his arms, "If he's lost any teeth, Gwen will have your head." He spat.

"I don't who Gwen is and that thing tried to take my leg off!" Mystery Man replied with equal venom.

"Jeff was trying to help, you ingrate!"

Finally, he was able to get a good look at what Mystery Pink Boy was holding. It was a shark pup. With a mouth full of razor sharp teeth leaking blood. And four little nubs of legs.

He'd had just about enough of evolution these past few hours.

---

As far as I can tell, unnatural hair dye colors were first seen in the 70s, meaning Gwen and Quire with their bright pink hair would stick out.

Also the POV is meant to be that guy from the movie. Who was never given a name. Yet headed the mutant research division. I'll probably call him Todd or something. Or do a meta thing where Gwen asks him "what's your name?" And he realizes for the first time he's gone through life without a name and it gets very existential for a second before we skip to another scene and it never gets mentioned again.

[krystalkitdemi]

Multiplayer part 4

So uh... Minor warning for the player 4 section.

You kept a lookout for your friends after first hearing about 3, much to the annoyance of your protectors. You wanted to find your friends with you, hopefully with everyone getting along. You did find some more information after running into a small group of agents that recognized you. A fight ensued of course, but one of them yelled something to you that made you pause and keep Hank from killing him immediately. You got closer and asked the agent to repeat himself.

"Player 2, He told me that if I saw you, I was to tell you that he was with MERC."

This made you think, perhaps your friends could be with other factions? You hoped that 4 was safe, especially since she was so small and weak. "Do you know where the other two are?," you asked the agent as you kept the ones you were with at bay long enough for you question the agent who was bleeding on the ground. You could see Hank's clawed hand twitching with a need for wanton violence. Your strings only held him back so much. "Two? I only know of one other, that one is in one of our facilities. Quite a venomous tounge that one has.," the agent replied, "That other one, I don't know. Bandits, some gang faction, hell the nexus?" You knew where 2 and 3 were now, You just needed to find out where 4 was.

You were about to ask him for more information when Deimos killed the Agent. He made a quick quip about how you and the others needed to move instead of listening to an agent that was probably lying to you in order to prolong his life. But you still had hope that he was telling you the truth, to the point that you wanted to investigate. Just in case.

You wanted to make sure your friends were safe.

:Player 2:

2 was just getting used to using the strings the fell from his fingertips to move his coworkers around. It was a useful ability, thinking he could probably use it to aid in fighting with straggling bandits or the occasional zed. He always asked the MERC boys if it was okay first before latching his golden threads onto them. A few agreed and allowed him to pratice with them. He got a lot better and found he could help them fight better with directing their movements to attack more efficiently. Whether by firearm or unarmed combat. 2 felt a lot more confident with this ability once he got it practiced. The cowboy hat wearing player kept helping with the mining or going on his regular patrols.

Sheriff did not seem to mind his newly found ability, in fact he seemed to be quite excited at the prospect. The sheriff told him about how he had heard of what the players could do from Jebadiah Cristoff. The almost godlike ability that players had, something that Jeb admired, or even downright revered. 2 was a bit cautious after hearing this, was his ability really that important to the grunts? Did that explain why the Auditor himself was looking for you? 2 was a bit taken aback when Sheriff asked to be controlled by 2. He wanted to see how it felt and what kind of things a player could help him do. 2, although hesitant, obliged and took control of Sheriff and had him shoot at the practice targets. Sheriff noticed a great improvement of shots with the brave player 2 helping him. Even if he cowered, 2 forced his hand to shoot at his target. Plus the feeling of 2 was pleasant, it reminded him of the burning warmth of a campfire on a chilly night. This same feeling applied to just being around 2. The young human man seemed to give off a sense of warmth, like he himself was a campfire, keeping the dangerous animals at bay by his very presence.

2 kept working still, happily mining or doing patrols and taking out straggling bandits or the occasional zed. The cowboy hat wearing player was told one day to go further into the city to gather supplies. He walked and talked with the grunts he was sent with. They laughed at jokes that each other cracked and scrounged for any supplies that they could carry back to the MERC facility. However, after a while of scrounging in a building, 2 heard some talking and motioned for his companions to be quiet. He snuck up to a window that he heard the sound coming from and listened to the conversation. The voices were familiar. He had heard them before, but somehow this was not familar. Like he was expecting these voices to say some set lines. After hearing these voices, he recognized them. Deimos and Sanford.

He then heard it. You. He heard you talking, mentioning that they were close to the MERC facility. That they could check and see if they could find 2. He was happy to know that you were thinking of him like he had thought of you and the others. He decided to make himself known. He left the relative safety of his hiding spot and motioned for his companions to leave after they warned him that Sanford and Deimos are dangerous and bas news. "I don't care. I can handle this. I need you boys to get back to base safely, that is my job. I'll take their attention away from you guys.," 2 replied, "Besides. I see 1 with them. That'll make this easier."

2 made sure that the MERC men was able to get away by making enough noise to get the attention of the two mercenaries. He approached with his hands in the air, his hat casting a shadow over his face from the harsh light coming from an overhead streetlight. "Hey, there's someone here!," Deimos said and raised his weapon quickly to try and fire at 2. He was unsuccessful as 2's golden strings attatched to the chainsmoking grunt. "Now that aint a friendly greeting. I thought you'd be happy to see me.," the taller player chuckled, "B'sides, Them bullets aint gonna do much to me." "2! It's you!," You called out happily and ran up to your friend after he took off his hat, "Did you find 3 or 4?" "Naw, I haven't seen hide nor hair of them.," 2 replied to you and shot a glance at the two you were with, "Must be a helluva story you got to share."

"You as well. I've heard that 3 is being kept at an AAHW facility. That leaves 4 unaccounted for.," you said to him, your brows furrowed, "She's so small and fragile, I'm worried about her." "I am as well.," 2 replied, "We'll just have to look around for her. She's not the type to come out of hiding easily if she did get injured." You pulled 2 over to Sanford and Deimos to introduce them to each other. You made sure to emphasize how much 2 and the others meant to you. 2 finally released Deimos from his control. You invited your friend to come back with you to the base, telling him about the other two who were still at the base. 2 accepted and you took him back to the base, Much to the annoyance of the grunts. 2 did not really care about the rude comments that the grunts made. He's heard worse.

All of the guys were not very pleased about the fact you found one of your best friends. Doc tried to argue that your friends would distract you from the mission, you shut that down with the counter that your friends could help complete the mission at hand. 2 was the most adept at unarmed combat and you trusted his cool head and ability to make snap judgements. They saw that there was no point in arguing with you, and 2 was begrudgingly accepted into the fold.

[Player 2 has joined the party.] {Strings: Unlocked} {Secondary: Locked}

:Player 3:

The sounds of screams of pain and shouts for action followed 3. She held the handgun she stole from an agent close as she ran through the base. She could hear the sounds of boots following her steps. It probably was not the best idea to do her jailbreak when everyone was at the base or still awake, But she had enough and just wanted to leave. She stopped in her tracks as an agent rounded the corner and pointed a handgun at her. "Drop the weapon and surrender!," He shouted, "Don't do something reckless!" "Reckless is my thing!," 3 shouted back and called her whips to slash at the agent. The agent shot at her, but she saw red threads weave in front of her quickly to block the bullet. Said bullet rebounded back to the agent and hit him in the gut. The man doubled over in pain, allowing 3 to rush past him. She noticed that her whips seemed to cut into the skin of these creatures, like she had attatched some sort of blades to it.

Her breathes heaved heavily, she was almost there. Her goal was in sight. She felt a thudding as the door opened and a Mag stepped in. He Reached for her, only for her to drop and slide between his legs before getting up and running again. She was almost there, almost to the vehicle bay. She could take one of the vehicles there to get out of the area. 3 could feel them watching her through the cameras, the reason for these grunts wanting to keep her at the base was not that known to her. But she felt there was a sinister purpose. She hated shady shit. 3 finally got to the vehicle bay, she looked around and saw where they kept the keys. She rifled through the box before finding what she wanted, a motorcycle key. Now she just needed to find the motorcycle it goes to. She quickly ran to the motrocycles and tied her hair up with an elastic she had in her jacket pocket, before grabbing a helmet that would fit her that was on the rack behind the bikes. The bikes were all fueled and ready to go. The red jacket wearing young woman tried several motorcycles before finding the one that went with the key.

"There you are, baby.," She chuckled and put the helmet on before getting on the bike. She kicked the stand closed and drove off into Nevada. 3 felt the feeling of the wind whipping past her, a feeling she dearly missed. She finally felt free again. The freedom of being able to go where she wants to go. 3 still needed to find you and 4. She weaved past broken down cars and abandoned bandit nests. In the distance, she could see a tower reaching towards the crimson heavens. "There it is. Nexus city.," 3 mumbled to herself as she drove forward, "Shit, I have to deal with Bandits." The red jacket wearing young woman turned off to the road that went to nexus city. She sped up and drove as past as she could through the bandit nest before stopping at the wall. She gazed up at the wall as she saw some men walking on the catwalks above. The patrolmen saw her and pointed their guns at her.

"Stay back, we have permission to shoot!," one of the men said. "I don't have time for this, Let me in.," 3 shouted back, "You can't kill me anyways." "And who do you think you are?!," The other sniper yelled down. "Player 3.," the young woman replied, "Listen, I gotta find players 1 and 4. You're not gonna stop me, so just let me through." She had to keep her nerve, remembering that you and 4 were out there and in danger made her worry and frantic. She never liked it when her little buddies got hurt, even if she tended to act like she was not interested. But, her friends could see right through her from being with her for so long. She made no attempt to move when the snipers took aim at her. She had learned quickly that bullets would not harm her from her previous escape from the AAHW facility. 3's eyes cut to the gate, noticing a hole that looked big enough for her to drive the motorcycle through if she ducked. Guess they did not fix the entire thing when that Mag bandit crashed through the gate. She looked up at the snipers before driving into the gate, ducking down to avoid hitting her head on the boards that had been put up.

3 almost ran into a worker but stopped short, she looked down at him before driving off into the city. Now she just had to find you or 4. She rode through the empty city streets, looking for any sign of you. For any sign of 4. Of 2. Of anyone. The uncomfortable feeling of loneliness scratched at her mind. Where were you and the others? She continued her ride and noticed a shape in the window of a building as she drove past, 3 circled back and rode by slower. The large dark shapes in the window looked back at her with red reflections on where the eyes were supposed to be. She was being watched as she watched them. "Who are these chucklenuts?," she asked herself and passed once more before continuing on. Those shadows did not attack her like she knew that bandits or zeds would. Did that mean they were part of the nexus corps?

Her eyes linger on the window as she drives away, feeling uneasy by what she saw. 3 felt her motorcycle sputter as she looked down and noticed she was almost out of gas. "Well shit.," 3 cursed to herself and proceeded to look for somewhere she could fill the tank. It was not long before she found an old gas station and found it still worked. She filled her tank while keeping a lookout for anything in the area that would threaten her. However, it was unusually clear. If she remembered correctly, this area should have been crawling with enemies. At least, that is what she would think from playing on her own for a while and actually beating the game while waiting for the others to get ready for the streams. 3 sighed and drove off once her tank was filled.

The empty streets felt otherworldly. There was no trash on the ground, nor were there corpses. She thought there would be corpses at least from what happened thirty years ago. It was like someone went back to clean the place up. Strange. 3 heard the unmistakable sound of an engine coming from around the corner before her. In an instant a truck flew around the corner and blew past her. For a split second, 3 saw you. She turned and skidded to a stop while looking back to the truck who also stopped. The passenger door opened and you stepped out. "3!," You yelled at her in joy. 3 was overjoyed to have found you safe and got off of her bike as you ran up to hug her. She made a small wince as you ran into her with a big bear hug. You noticed her discomfort and stopped hugging her. "3, what happened?! who hurt you? I can treat your wounds!," You said with great concern to your friend. "No, I'm fine. Do you know where 4 is?," 3 asked. you frowned slightly, "No, She is unaccounted for." The red jacketed player furrowed her eyebrows and looked back to the truck that you came out of, Seeing Deimos poking his head out the window.

"Is that?," 3 asked. "Yes it is.," You smiled.

[Player 3 joined the party.] {Strings: Locked} {Secondary: Whip Unlocked}

:Player 4:

4 pulled at the restraints that held her down, she could not break them from being so physically weak. Her eyes darted around as she looked for a way to get out of this situation. The steel table she was on was cold on her bare skin. A scientist grunt was deliberating what was the best scalpel for the job. The petit player felt her throat burn as she wanted to cry out but couldnt. The blistering cold feeling of fear creeped through her body as the scientist found the scalpel he wanted and approached. "Now, lets see what's inside you.," He chuckled as he put his rough paw on her stomach. The claws clung a bit to her skin as he pressed down as 4 squirmed. Burning tears pricked at her eyes. She felt helpless as the scalpel crept closer and closer towards her skin.

Right as the scalpel started to cut into her skin, The scientist's hand stopped. Violet strings pulled his fingers back. The scalpel struck 4's skin and cut her across her side as it fell onto the floor. The slice started to bleed as the Scientist was forced back. 4 saw the threads that attatched to the scientist lead back to her own tiny and delicate fingers. 'This is my doing.,' 4 thought to herself and twitched her fingers to make the grunt move again. She made the scientist unrestrain her. She looked at his face, it looked terrified. She got up from the table and looked for her clothes to put back on. 4 found them in a locker and quickly put them on. She bandaged the large cut on her stomach and side. It was rather deep from the sharpness of the scalpel. 'I'll get 1 to look at this later.,' she thought and looked back at the scientist who was still under her control.

4 was rather disgruntled with the fact she was almost dissected alive and wanted to get the idiot back. But she knew that whatever she could do would be a lot worse than the cut she got. The little player made the scientist pick up the scalpel and walk out of the operating room with her following behind. Several other scientists turned to him and watched as he stabbed himself multiple times with the scalpel and throw the sharp instrument at another, jabbing into the other's eye. The scientist was quickly subdued by the security officers as he was screaming like a madman. 4 used this diversion to quickly run out of the labs and to the elevator, where she went down to the lobby. It took a little bit before the scientists realized that she was gone. She heard the alert be given out on the radio of a security officer in the lobby.

"Player 4 has escaped containment, AGAIN"

She could only smile slightly at the annoyance in the dispatcher's voice. 4 quickly avoided the Officer as he ran past her hiding spot to block the exits of the stairs and elevators. She scampered down the escalator and past the front desk. The concierge gave her a friendly, 'have a nice day' as she passed by, not looking up from his paperwork. The little player ran into the street and looked around, trying to determine where was the best place to go. Should she head for the residential sector, or to the MERC facility? Maybe it would be safer to head to some of those apartment buildings she and the others explored during the Hank sections of Story mode when they streamed together. 4 shook her head and began to run in a direction. She knew she was vunerable, but she was not gonna go back to be dissected.

4 kept running and running, pushing past exhaustion and felt warmth on her stomach before becoming cold. She looked down and saw her bandages had soaked in blood. There was a trail of blood behind her, showing her path. 4 panted silently and kept moving, she had to find somewhere safe before she could repatch the wound. She found that one plaza from the flashback cutscene, the one with the statue of Phobos in it. She slowed down and entered one of the shops to look for a first aid kit, hoping for one that was not used. 4 did not find an unused one, yet found some clean gauze that she could at least recover the wound with. She found the wound was torn open wider from her running and climbing over cars. The little player covered the wound as best as she could and rebandaged it.

Voices were outside. Bandit voices. Had they found her blood trail? Her answer was never answered as she heard gunshots and the Bandits' dying cries. 4 silently crept painfully towards the door, but kept hidden. She saw a large familiar looking grunt appear. The buff grunt looked around and stopped when he saw the blood trail. "Player. I think there could be someone else here.," the teashade wearing grunt said while looking back. "That blood looks fresh. Someone is injured.," you said. "Then let's put them outta their misery.," Deimos added in. "Hey 3, You hang back with Sanford.," You told the unseen other player and followed the blood trail. 4 felt a lot happier and kicked a chair near her, the item clattered to the ground, alerting the Grunts and players to her presence. You and Deimos entered the building 4 was hiding in and look around, Deimos immediately raised his gun when he saw the fourth player. You made him put the weapon down as soon as 4 raised her hands to the light from the street lamps streaming into the dark shop. She placed a fist with an upwards thumb on her open palm.

You immediately ran to 4's side and motioned Deimos to come as well. "4, we got you. I'm so happy to see you again.," you told her. The smaller player smiled slightly and put out her thumb and pinky before shaking her hand back and forth. Her usually sullen looking, half lidded eyes widened a bit after looking at Deimos. "Deimos, can you carry 4?," You asked the smoker grunt. He gave you a grin, "Sure thing." 4 felt Deimos pick her up, His rough pads rubbed against her skin, his claws lightly running over her as he settled her in a more cofortable position for him to carry. "Woah, rather light.," Deimos commented. "Looks like she hasn't eaten in a while, so she may be a bit underweight.," you responded, "We got to get her back to base, She's injured." "Roger.," Deimos answered with a nod as 4 clung to him as tight as she could. He felt so warm. It felt good.

3 gasped when she saw you and Deimos with 4. "4! What happened?! Who the hell did this to you?!," the leather jacket wearing player asked, "I'll kick their ass!" The mute player waved her hand and made some motions before clinging to Deimos again. 3 just chuckled and shook her head. "Have fun 4.," She said, "Glad you're safe." 3 walked back over to help Sanford, who was getting the truck loaded with salvaged supplies. You and Deimos followed. The static of a walkie talkie made 4 look over Deimos' shoulder to the Nexus Core officer that had came to the plaza. She waved at him slightly before Deimos got her into the truck and the group drove back to base.

[Player 4 has joined the party] {Strings: Unlocked} {Secondary: Locked}