#she feels less othered around jet and jet feels less scared around her

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Can you do a fic about alessia’s and grumpy’s first day at arsenal?

ONE DAY OR DAY ONE? — alesssia russo x child!reader

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"you ready lovie?" alessia asked as she took her keys out of the ignition, turning around in her seat to look at you as you sat in your car seat an intrigued look on your face at your new surroundings.

"dis arsenal?" you point to the building that was a little further from where your mummy had parked the car. your mummy nodding her head as she began to get out of the car.

"yep this is where mummy is going to play football" alessia said popping the p as she opened your car door, you doing the usual of lifting your arms up so she could unbuckle you.

your mummy holding your hand as you jumped out the car onto the gravelled ground, the car park covered in small grey stones. it feeling slightly weird under your white croc covered feet.

your mummy just about to close your door, "wait mummy!" you called out as she stopped the door from closing, turning to look at you with a puzzled look.

"i need my backpack!" you grinned, your backpack was filled with little toys and your ipad which would keep you entertained for the day while your mummy was training.

your mummy nodded with a smile as she reached over the back seats to get your backpack before getting her own out of the boot, you waiting as you kicked around the small stones.

your mummy telling you to stop a couple a times, she being worried that one you might hurt yourself but two that a stone may go flying into her car or worse someone else's.

you walked into the training ground hand in hand with your mummy as she held you backpack in her other hand, the building being rather big and slightly scary.

it had been the first day back at training after the world cup most of the girls had been back in training but having just gotten back less than a week ago and the fact you were still getting over the jet lag, today was the first time you and alessia were going to be at training.

you'd been with your mum to the training ground when she was looking around and doing pretty pictures in a new football top but when that happened there was nobody there. just the back room staff like physios and training staff, non of the players were there.

you were a little scared but your mummy had assured you that you would be fine and that you would be able to charm anyone with your cute little face.

as you walked in a couple of the training staff were in the entrance, they said a quick hello to your mum and waved down to you which you shyly waved back as you half hid behind your mummy's leg.

your mummy led you down the corridor and into the locker room where alessia could put her big bag down, keeping yours with you. you no doubt would want something from it soon.

once alessia was free from one bag you held her hand again as she led you to the canteen, you could hear people talking before you even got there. you feeling a little scared as you got closer.

"hey less, tiny you alright?" a thick accent says, you turning around to see a cheerful looking leah williamson walking towards you and alessia, you moving to shyly stand behind your mummy’s leg as she send a small wave towards you.

you waving slightly back, as you clung onto your mummy’s leg while your mummy spoke and caught up with leah. you stayed hiding behind your mummy’s leg, moving from one heel to the other, looking through the blurred glass in the door as the shadows moving around.

“tiny?” leah spoke as she leant her upper half down, keeping her legs straight to kind of match your height. you turned to look at her with a shy smile, your mummy’s hand resting on the back of your head to stop you from hiding behind her leg.

“do you want to come and see lotte?” leah asked as you stood in thought for a moment, before nodding. you missed lotte, mummy had shown you all of the photos of when your mummy and lotte used to play together in the states — lotte was someone very important to your mummy so that meant she was also important to you too.

leah smiled as you walked inbetween leah and your mummy behind you, the room was filled with people sitting down and chatting while they ate. the amount of unknown faces was slightly scary but you promised your mummy the night before you would be brave.

you wondering straight over to lotte who was sat with three other people who you didn’t recognise at all while mummy and leah were doing rounds of saying hello to everyone.

tapping lotte on the knee, she looked to where you were her face lighting up at the sight of you. “hey tiny!” she called out lifting you up onto her lap. the two girls sat around the circular table with lotte both now had very confused looks on their faces.

“tiny this is katie and steph” lotte said with a smile as she pointed to each girl, “and katie and steph this is tiny or mini russo or y/n” lotte listed you nicknames hoping it would help with any confusion but clearly it didn’t as they still looked as confused as ever.

“tiny, where is your mummy?” lotte asked as you pointed to where alessia was as she was currently talking with kim, caitlin and beth.

“wait so alessia’s a mother?” katie blurted out in a thick irish accent, a small giggle coming from you as lotte nodded before turning to you to find out what was so funny all of a sudden.

“you talk funny” you giggled a little more as katie couldn’t help but smile at your innocence. “yeah i have the best accent” katie cheekily remarked as you still giggled with each words she said.

a scoff came from steph as she shook her head at katie’s ego, “so how old are you y/n?” steph asked eager to get to know you.

“i three!” you proudly held up three fingers as steph gasped with a smile as you nodded, “you talk funny too!” you smiled picking up at the fact that she didn’t talk in the same way you did, or how mummy did or even how lotte did.

“i do don’t i, that’s cause i’m from australia!” steph explained as lotte nudged you, “you were there for the world cup weren’t you tiny?”

you nodded with a smile before starting you ramble about how you got to see koalas and kangaroos and then going on to tell them a funny story of how mummy had been scared of the birds there.

“so little russo, whose your favourite footballer?” katie asked clearly seeing you had a passion for football considering it was a big part of your life.

“my mummy!”

the day carried on and you went on to meet each one of your mummy’s teammates, finding out there was more people that talked funny like steph: caitlin and kyra.

you had also began to give some of the girls nicknames as some of the girls names you couldn’t say properly, so you had met lia but not to confuse her with the blonde leah so you named blonde leah, leah one and other lia, lia two. just so you didn’t get confused.

and then there was beth had introduced you to viv and you had stuck to the name of vivi but she was a little shy like you so she didn’t really say a lot but you did also meet vic who last name sounded a lot like pavlova and you liked that name better and so did your mummy as that what she started to call vic too.

but then you were introduced to the most important member of the team. winnie the chocolate labrador. it’s safe to say once you met her, you spent the rest of the day petting and playing with her. you even had your afternoon nap snuggled into the side of winnie as she let you lay beside her.

your mummy had to basically drag you away from the team dog, from going from this morning to not really wanting to go into the scary building you now didn’t want to leave. arsenal was pretty cool now.

“c’mon lovie, you’ll see win tomorrow morning!”

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The Lentil & The Blueberry (The Surprise, Part 2)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, mention of vomiting (for my emetophobia babies), established relationship, fluffity fluff, worried Emily has my whole heart Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Weeks six and seven of your pregnancy are underway, and you are struggling. But maybe not as much as your wife? Wildly overprotective Emily will do anything to help you feel better during your pregnancy. And I mean anything. 😉

Week 6: The Lentil

Emily had known about the baby for less than 12 hours, and she’d already gone into full Overprotective Dad™ mode. You’d slept in the morning after telling her, jerking awake to find Emily towering over you, watching with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Jesus, Emily!” you exclaimed, stretching. “You scared me!” You glanced at the clock. “Don’t you have to be at work?”

Emily continued staring, a look of deep concern on her face. “I really don’t want to leave you here like this.”

For a brief moment, you forgot you were pregnant. You scoffed. “I’ve had jet lag before, babe. I think I’ll be okay.”

“No! Pregnant.” She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly running her hands through your hair as you moved to rest your head on her lap.

“I’m fine, Em,” you assured her. “I’m a little tired and sore, but that’s probably just from moving.”

“Maybe I should call and tell them I can’t make it in today…” She was speaking more to herself than to you.

Your voice was stern, decisive. “You can’t take off work for nine months just to sit around and watch me be pregnant. Even if you could, I’d rather you take the nine months after the baby’s born.”

She sighed deeply, looking down at you as if she was making the hardest decision of her life.

“You promise to call me if you need anything?” she asked.

“Promise.”

She gently placed your head back on the pillow, then knelt down in front of the bed so her eyes were level with yours.

“Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” she whispered. You could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, to make herself feel better about going to work, but she was too worried about you for it to sound anything other than terrified and pitiful.

“Like what?”

“Ladders, lifting things, falling in the shower...”

“Well, I wouldn’t fall in the shower on purpose,” you argued.

“Just…” She leaned forward and kissed you so gently, so softly, running her thumb slowly along your brow bone. “Be careful. Be safe.” She stood, then leaned down to kiss you on the head one more time.

“I love you,” she said, then lifted up your shirt to kiss your stomach. “And I love you.” She shot you one last desperate, anxious look before leaving.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Go, Emily.” You shooed her out of the room, laughing. Who would’ve guessed that managing your wife might be the hardest part of being pregnant?

Week 7: The Blueberry (18+)

You leaned back into Emily as the warm water swirled around you, the sound of the jets and the movement of the water soothing your aching body. Morning sickness had started in full force, and your abs were sore from mornings spent heaving over the toilet. Your head was killing you most of the time, and you were constantly bloated. All in all, the first trimester was kicking your ass.

Emily kissed your shoulder, pressing her face next to yours and wrapping her arms around you to gently cup your breasts, mindful of the pain you’d been experiencing.

You sighed contentedly as she ran a thumb lightly over your swollen nipple.

“Better?” she asked.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, eyes closed. When Emily had called this afternoon to check on you, you’d told her how gross you felt from puking all morning, how sore your body was. She’d stopped at Bath & Body Works on the way home to buy every single kind of bath bomb they sold, just to be sure you’d have a fragrance that didn’t make you feel sick. She’d brought Epsom salts and fancy body butters and a new candle because the one you usually had in the bathroom smelled like coffee, and coffee triggered your gag reflex right now. She’d come determined to do whatever it took to help you feel better.

“And to think you said paying more for an apartment with a fancy jacuzzi bathroom was, and I quote, fucking dumb.”

“I take it all back,” you said, whining softly and involuntarily pushing your hips forward as Emily continued circling your nipples, her touch light as a feather.

“Honey,” Emily breathed behind you. “You can say no, but…” Her breath was hot against your ear. “Can I touch you?”

Your body wanted it, but your mind was struggling. “I don’t know, Em…”

Emily gently turned your body around so she could look in your eyes, her thumbs running back and forth along your hands. She leaned close, placing a hand gently on your cheek.

“It’s okay if you really don’t want to, but..” She watched you squirm a bit under the water. “It feels like you do. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”

You avoided her eyes, following a stream of bubbles as it made its way around the tub. “I don’t feel very pretty…” you mumbled, looking away.

“What?” she said, and you couldn’t tell if she hadn’t heard you or if she couldn’t believe what you’d said.

“I don’t feel very pretty. I feel gross.”

“Y/N.” Her voice was heavy with love and care and you felt a little like crying, not because you were sad, but because she loved you so much it was overwhelming in your current hormonal state.

Emily pulled you onto her lap and wrapped her arms around your body, pressing kisses into your face and neck. “You are so pretty. What are you talking about?”

“I’m pukey and bloated and my hair is greasy because I’m too tired to shower,” you confessed, resting your head on her shoulder. “I feel disgusting.”

“Baby,” she said, chastising you and gently guiding your face so you had to look at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re growing a whole human right now. You’re incredible. You have never been more beautiful to me.”

Almost unconsciously, you started to grind your hips into Emily’s, your breath coming fast, rhythmic. You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

Emily grinned. The words were working! She left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, placing her hands on your hips to guide you.

“You are stunning, Y/N. You’re growing eyes for our baby this week, did you know that?" She thought for a moment, morbid curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder what it looks like in there…”

You stopped abruptly, as if a record had been scratched. “Not sexy, Emily. I don’t want you thinking about what the inside of my uterus looks like.”

“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly, an embarrassed smile playing on her lips. You pressed your hands to the side of her face and kissed her, your body hungry for hers for the first time since you’d returned from London. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough.

“Emily,” you said breathlessly, pulling away to look at her. She was nearly as out of breath as you were–and significantly more flushed. “Touch me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

You whimpered as Emily’s thumb brushed over your clit, the warm water soft and comforting around you. She rubbed slow, indulgent circles, sensitive to your sensitivity, and your hips rose to meet her each time, even as exhausted as you were.

She kissed you deeply, passionately, her tongue desperate and gentle as it roamed your mouth, your neck. You moaned into her as she slipped two fingers inside of you, your body pulsing urgently around her. She kept her hand still for the most part, letting you control how hard, how fast, how deep.

As your breath grew ragged and your body clenched, surging against Emily’s, she moaned into your mouth, pressing into you. “Oh, god,” you breathed, Emily’s sounds nearly driving you over the edge.

“Come on, baby,” she begged, gasping. “Come for me.”

You drove your hips into Emily as your body convulsed, whimpering while your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall of static electricity. She fucked you through it, only removing her fingers when your breath started to calm and you fell against her, spent.

“Feel better?” she asked, kissing the side of your head, and pushing a string of wet hair out of your face.

You nodded, still too out of breath to speak.

You dragged yourself into a sitting position a few minutes later. “Here,” you said, clearly exhausted. “Let me do you.”

“It’s okay,” Emily told you, grinning.

“I can,” you insisted, pulling her toward you for a kiss.

“No, Y/N,” she said, laughing a bit as she pulled away. “I’m good. As in, I already came.”

“What!?” You giggled, blushing a bit. “Jesus Christ, Em! You were horny as fuck.”

She blushed and kissed you again, then poured some shampoo into her hand and grabbed your head playfully. You sighed happily as she massaged it into your scalp.

“I can’t help it,” she shrugged. “Look at you. Your boobs are fucking huge right now.”

“Well, don’t get used to it.”

Emily stared at you for a minute. Your soapy head. Your arms crossed defiantly over your chest. The slight pouch in your stomach that she knew would grow into her child. The way your eyes shone, holding so much love, so much purity of spirit and heart. What had she done to deserve you? She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and she used her thumb to wipe them away.

“Are you crying?!” you asked, leaning forward to take her hand in yours.

“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Oh, god,” you complained, sniffling yourself. You had a hair trigger for crying these days. “If you cry I’m gonna cry.”

She exhaled firmly. “I’m pulling it together, don’t worry.”

“I love you, too,” you said quickly before dunking your head under the water to get rid of the suds. And because if you thought about it too much, you'd start sobbing and god knows when you'd stop.

You popped back up, flipping your hair over so you looked like a founding father. Emily laughed, and all was right in the world.

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somewhat damaged - ghost x reader ˚₊⊹

The 141 Task Force gets their own special combat medic, one who catches the attention of Simon "Ghost" Riley. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ warnings: NSFW !! MDNI !! afab reader, blood, stitches, unsafe sex, p in v, vaginal fingering, some dirty talk ☆

They were all huddled in Captain Price’s office when he proudly uttered the words : “We’ll be expecting a new addition to the 141”. Ghost couldn’t exactly say he was happy. He especially couldn’t when the captain was being extremely vague about this ‘new addition’. It wasn’t a secret that Ghost was absolutely horrible with new people, the walls he’s built for himself standing strong and high. Maybe it was a territory thing or maybe a textbook case of trust issues, he wasn’t sure. All he knows for sure is that his ‘distrusting of people’ habit gave him a not so positive reputation around base. His intimidating figure, mannerisms and appearance scared people off, which he definitely prided himself on. He knew that the other members, specifically Gaz and Soap, would try and force information out of Price by continuously whining, so Ghost decided to sit back and observe, per usual. 

“C’mon cap, ya can give us a lil’ bit more than that can’t ya?” Soap immediately perked up from his chair.

Price shut his eyes out of annoyance. “MacTavish, don’t start.", with a deep sigh he continued “If I had more crucial information about her I would’ve already given it, don’t you think?”

“Her?” Gaz and Soap both astoundedly said. Even this little detail caught the Lieutenants attention. He’s worked with numerous women before, to him the sex of a person isn’t a problem as long as they keep to protocol and know what they’re doing. The Task Force 141 would occasionally team up with other ‘groups’, like the Shadow Company, but new members being assigned was rare. 

With yet another deep sigh the captain continued speaking. “Yes, her. She’s a very reputable combat medic. As you all know there’s been some staff shortages in the medical area around here”, he said while cutting the tip of yet another cigar. “- and trust me I know how stubborn some of you guys get about getting your injuries checked out, don’t even try to deny it. In my professional opinion I think she’ll be a valuable asset to our Task Force, you’re all dismissed”. He waved his cigar clad hand towards the boys to signal them to get out. 

Not even a second after Ghost leaves the office he hears the scot rambling on, “Ya hear that LT? A lady, I wonder what the lass is like”.

Ghost frowned beneath the mask, he had expected Soap to be more concerned with the girl’s gender and less her combat abilities and medical skills, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. All he gave in reply was a grunt while he strided back to the ‘dormitory wing’. 

As he left the area he heard the loud discussion between the members about the new mystery combat medic, but it wouldn’t be until a couple weeks later that you’d arrive. 

And god, Ghost was troubled, These complicated, strong feelings all started the second you stepped foot in the base… 

The contrast between you and him was astonishing, you were so vastly different from him. The bubbly personality, and the cute shy way you had introduced yourself to the Task Force really caught his attention. You’re a proper pretty woman, with a very nice physique that was obviously trained hard for. Safe to say he was interested, though he’d never admit this outloud. The man isn’t known for being in touch with his feelings and definitely isn’t known for accepting intimacy, but that’s somehow exactly what you got him to do.

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It was a rough mission, bad intel all around, your ears still ringing from all the shooting, explosives, the deafening sound of jet fighters flying close to the ground and projectiles. But the numerous injuries needed tending, the severity of them varying was your responsibility, you needed to focus. You needed to mend their wounds and nurse them back to health. 

It was a close call but you all got to safety, hiding out in a little safe house far enough from where all the chaos was unfolding. You immediately got to work, readying your supplies and putting on some gloves to maintain the little hygiene you could. Firstly you treated the wounds that called for the most attention, which thankfully weren’t life threatening if they get proper treatment back at base. After the emergency operations on numerous bullet grazes, scrapes, cuts and bruises the group was finally able to rest their eyes for a moment. 

They all scattered off, sounding grunts and hisses of pain. That’s when you realized there was one person you hadn’t mended to, Ghost. Your eyes lifting to find his, you found him looking at you with his brown eyes, his masked head quickly turning back to observe the treeline outside the window. 

“Someone’s gotta keep watch, you can go take a break” He heavily grunted, exhaustion evident in his gruff voice. “Are you okay? I-I’m here to help, I want to help you”, You frowned, disappointment unmasked in your response. Ghost could feel his heart skip a beat, he couldn’t even remember the last time someone spoke to him the way you did, the feelings you gave him were clouding his judgement. “I’m fine love, go rest up”

That nickname always got the blood rushing to your face, time and time again. You already were a shy person, the guest free and welcoming nature of the members of 141 didn’t change how intimidating they all were to you. But hearing the endearing nickname come out of his mouth, with his extremely attractive accent and voice, it was a no-brainer that you started developing feelings (and fantasies) for the man.  You thought you hid it pretty well, the way you’d become bashful when he spoke to you, the way you’d stutter your replies back. Obviously you didn’t, the others caught on pretty fast. It quickly became a huge trend in the 141 to tease you about your schoolgirl crush. Soap calling you ‘Mrs Ghost’ when you were alone or the looks they’d send your way when the lieutenant would lift the hem of his shirt to tap away the sweat droplets at the juncture of his neck during training. Even Captain Price joined in, it positively mortified you.

It was hard not to be intrigued by the skull mask, the skull sewn onto a balaclava, white paint replacing the place where the mandible would’ve been. There was obviously a lot of thought put into it, maybe love you wondered. Ghost wasn’t one of the youngest men in the military, it was safe to assume he had a partner and family waiting at home. That's why the late night fantasizing about the lieutenant made you feel guilty and gross, and the innocent crushing foolish.

“Alright, the offer still stands. Would it be okay if I stay here, with you?” The grunt you got in response was enough affirmation for you, quickly finding a spot to settle down and silently thanking the gods for the blankets that were still stored in the safehouse. Slowly you dozed off, exhaustion from the day weighing down on you and pulling you down into a light slumber. 

You were awoken by muffled hisses of pain, lifting your head from your makeshift pillow and trying to locate the sound which you quickly found. There was Ghost, stripped from his usual heavy gear, instead sporting a grey t-shirt, awkwardly stitching up what looks like a very deep bullet graze on his left bicep. Your shifting must’ve alerted him because his head shot to where you were resting. He knew he was caught.

“Oh, Ghost.." you sighed “You could’ve told me atleast, it’s my job you know” 

“Didn’t wanna burden ya”, he muttered after a pregnant pause looking properly defeated. He dropped the needle and thread. Slowly you got up from your prone position, standing up to stretch your legs. Cautiously you sauntered over to where he was sitting. “Well you can’t possibly burden me, and definitely not when you’re hurt and in need of assistance” You smiled, your presence truly calmed him. But the way you cared, the way you talked awakened something deeply buried in him, you were so confusing to him, a mystery. 

As you got closer to him, you settled down against a nearby chair. “Can I help you now?”, to which he only nodded. Carefully you placed your hands on his forearm, your touch making him jump.

“Sorry, my hands are pretty cold”, you bashfully said. 

That’s not why he jumped, he couldn’t even feel the temperature of your hands. Calling him touch-starved would be an understatement, the simple feel of your softer hands touching his tainted skin so gently made his blood rush down south. He felt so perverted, he was getting hard from you simply doing what you were assigned to do. 

You simply took over for him, disinfecting and stitching up his wound for him. In the amount of times he’d come to you for help you both felt the tension. It was undeniable, and this time it was the exact same. Even though the safehouse was chilly, even though you could see every exhale you felt flushed. Warmth spreading over your entire body, and pooling in your lower belly. You could barely sit still while tending to him.

“I’m almost finished” You whispered, your tone coming out more breathy than you had anticipated. The arm you were tending to tensed up, in fact his whole body tensed up. Suddenly the air around you both seemed to get heavier. He couldn’t help letting his thoughts transition over to a more inappropriate side of his brain. It wasn’t the first time his mind went there (certainly not the last). On lonely nights he’d have the image of you splayed in different positions, situations, outfits-  He was sure he looked a mess; clammy hands, a tense body sporting a semi. Praying to god his hard-on isn’t as visible as it feels, he wasn’t small by any means, nothing about him was. You both sat in silence waiting for you to finish up, noticeably your movements got more jittery and shaky. He saw the way you crossed your legs over one another in the corner of his eye. How your legs were squeezing together for some form of relief. He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or not, there could absolutely be no chance you were interested in him, no chance he was the reason you’re getting turned on. One of his specialties is observing people, there’s no way he never noticed the signs.. Now he was staring intently at your face, his body fighting against the urge to kiss you, mark you, push you to your knees- 

“All done” your cheery voice cut through his lewd train of thought. When your eyes met his, your body was uncontrollable, your hand that was patching him up slowly drifting over his bicep, over to the place where his shoulder met his neck. That was the last straw for Ghost. Gripping your waist and pulling you towards him, faces inches apart. He could feel you breathing, eyes shifting down to your plump lips, chapped from the cold. 

Suddenly your face showed uncertainty, which immediately made Ghost drop his hands from your body.

“Do you have somebody waiting for you at home? Please be honest with me”

“Oh love, I don’t, I promise I don’t”

You’ve never heard his voice sound so desperate, so warm and needy. With the vulnerability he’s showing to you right now there’s no way he’s lying. All you could do was give him your signature infectious smile, that was his queue to touch you again. When he started lifting up his mask, placing the hem of it on the bridge of his nose, you were absolutely mesmerized. His strong jaw with a slight stubble and plump lips were on display, all and only for you. 

Your hands sneaked from the juncture of his neck to his jaw, eyes flicking down to his lips and then back to his eyes. Faces inching closer, lips slightly touching but neither of you giving in.  Before your lips finally met, he grabbed a hold of the sides of your face and ground his lips on yours. He grunted into your lips which made you whine back into his. The kiss became more and more needy, hints of nips and licks. Now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he’s become insatiable. He doesn’t even want to imagine never feeling your lips on his again, you were intoxicating. The position you both were in wasn’t comfortable anymore, he manhandled you and made you sit on his left knee, your back to his chest and his knee resting comfortably between your legs. His lips now working his way down the right side of your neck, hands moving from your hips to your thighs. His touch was light, hands moving from your outer thigh to your inner, before gripping lightly and spreading them for you. Your thighs felt so sensitive, his touch made your body light aflame, nobody has ever had this effect on you.  

“Is this okay darlin’?” He spoke against your neck, if his accent didn’t make you crazy before, it definitely made you crazy now. 

“Yes, please don’t stop” you whispered, unfortunately you weren’t alone in the safehouse and you definitely weren’t hidden. All you got in response was a chuckle. His hands kept teasing you, noticing how sensitive you got when he caressed the insides of your thighs, when he got closer to where you needed him most. Slowly his hand inched towards your tactical belt. But you beat him to it, desperately unbuckling and removing it. Ghost could only watch in amusement.

He helped you with the button on your pants, he couldn’t wait to feel what a mess he turned you into. He’s been dreaming about this for weeks now, the way you feel, your taste, the sounds you’d make, all of it. His brain already working overtime to tuck the memories of your warmth, the sound of your voice and the taste of your lips safely tucked away in his brain. It’s something only for him. 

The zipper of your pants being pulled down sent your brain into overdrive. You were so horny, your clit throbbing, positively drenching your underwear. Without thinking you shifted your hips backwards, your butt being driven into Ghost’s arousal as well as your clit making contact with the surface of his thigh. Bunching the fabric of his pants up in your hands while barely being able to contain your whine. What you both were doing was taboo, him being your superior and all. If anybody found out there could be drastic consequences for the both of you, but he obviously couldn’t care less about that now, and honestly neither could you. 

“Take what you need love, god- you’re so beautiful, I can feel you through my pants”

Slowly you started rocking your hips back and forth, the friction and pressure just enough to relieve you even a little bit. Breath hitching at every pleasurable rock against him, he started helping you thrust your hips by guiding you with his hands on your hips. You swear you could cum from this, you were so sensitive. All the pent up energy and all the fantasies you’ve had about him weren’t helping. 

“I-I’m close”, you whimpered, fisting his pants even harder than before, positively stretching the material out. 

"Already? You’ll be a good girl and cum for me, won’t ya?” Your brain was clouded by lust. You couldn’t even detect the humorous mocking in his voice. Him praising you is what set you off, hips starting to rock in a frenzied rhythm trying to reach the climax heavily burning in your core. Ghost started rocking his hips into your ass, simultaneously pleasuring you even more, his mouth so close to your ear, licking and biting on the lobe. His heavenly moans, grunts and heavy breathing pushed you impossibly closer to the edge. 

The fire in your core burned brighter with every thrust of your hips against his thigh. Letting go of your hold on his jeans you stabilised yourself against his hands holding your hips. Your body tensed, you threw your head back against his shoulder and moaned a lot louder than you should’ve when the pressure finally released, the pleasure kept building and building in intensity, every muscle in your lower region tightening in a delicious rhythm. “Good girl,” he breathed out, you were moaning so prettily, he wanted to save every octave and tone you were making in his brain so he’ll never be able to forget. The slow grinding of your throbbing clit against him brought you back to earth from the best orgasm you’ve had in your life. When he saw you came down he started to rub your arms soothingly up and down. He started pulling you even closer to him, the pressure and warmth of his body on yours helped you come back to your senses.

“I-I’ve- nobody has ever done that to me”, you giggled, turning to look at him. Who would’ve thought his touch would be like magic. Your body felt like jelly, but somehow you still wanted more. “You’re so beautiful when you cum”, He said while brushing loose strands away from your face, his eyes staring into yours. It was so incredibly intimate, his touch so tender it was making you melt. His hand yet again wandering to your core, brushing over your shirt clad breasts and travelling down to your open zipper. His fingers found their way inside your pants, he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. The way his fingers immediately felt wet simply just touching you outside of the fabric of your underwear, you had to be dripping. Even the insides of your thighs were a little slick.

“God, doll, you’re so fucking wet”, he groaned out. All you gave back in response was a high pitched ‘mhm’ muffled by your lips. His cock throbbing at this discovery, the fact you were affected by him so badly was making him feel so self-assured, his ego positively growing. Everything about you was perfect to him. 

After caressing you for a while through your underwear he finally decided to put his hand in your underwear, the uncensored feeling of his skin on your sensitive flesh was better than you could’ve imagined. With no fabric in the way it felt twice as good as it did before, you felt him spread your labia with his fore- and middle finger, making you clench, another drop of wetness dripping out of you. His now lubricated fingers moved upwards and circled your clit, you whined and moaned at his actions.

“I want to fuck you so badly but I need to get you ready for me love, fuck- I’ll take care of you”

That’s all he said before his middle and ring finger dipped down to your opening, making sure they were covered plenty in your slick before sliding inside you. You were tight due to your recent orgasm. He stopped halfway, his hands being huge compared to yours, he knew you’d need some time to recover. 

You’ve never felt so desperate for somebody, it was consuming you. Every fiber of your being needed him, you needed him to go faster, to go deeper. You wanted him to mark you, for him to be yours, and you his. 

Your hands grabbed onto the arm that was busy pleasuring you, one palm slipping from his forearm to his hand, trying to push him deeper inside you. He hadn’t even touched you for 2 minutes and you were already close. He was going to be the death of you.

“Ghost- fffuck, go deeper, I need you”, you were shamelessly moaning now, the thought of the other members being inside the building pushed out of your brain by the mind blowing pleasure Ghost was gifting your body. 

“Call me Simon, love”

You chanted his name, feeling yourself yet again get closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach unraveling faster than you ever anticipated. You were gradually getting tighter and tighter around his fingers, it felt even better. The rhythmic rocking sent you into yet another overwhelming orgasm. 

Ghost felt you gush around him, the sound of your slick with every thrust was deafening. He had to do everything in his power not to cum in his pants. You were truly a dream come true to him. 

When you calmed down and he felt your walls around his fingers relax, they slipped out of you. Strings of wetness tied his index finger to his middle, even his palm was wet. He started working on getting you both undressed, quickly pulling off his hoodie and shirt. Seeing him strip had put you into action as well, quickly ridding yourself of your shirt. As you sat there, tits clad with a very tight and uncomfortable sports bra, you gawked at his physique. He was crafted by the gods, muscles so defined and sharp. The broadness of his shoulders were twice, maybe even triple, the size of yours. 

Reaching up to caress his gorgeous chest your hand accidentally slid over his nipple, making him let out a muffled moan. You wanted to make him moan like that more, you’d do anything to hear it again. Hands drifting to the line of hair that disappeared into his cargo pants, slipping even lower and caressing his bulge through the thick fabric. Your pupils dilated at the reactions he gave at every touch you gave him. He looked like a god so you wanted to worship him like one. 

Standing up with shaky legs you pushed your pants that were hanging low on your hips down to your feet. Now standing only in your undergarments in front of him. He wasted no time in ridding himself of his own pants. Relieving some of the pressure on his hard, throbbing cock. 

He was sporting a tent in his boxers, which was now very visible with the fabric of his thick pants gone. You just stared at it, you’ve been with men before but it’s been a while. He certainly was above average, a fact that matched the rest of his physique. You caressed your hands down his sculpted body, ghosting over his pecs down to the hem of his boxers. Wasting no more time you gently pulled the boxers down. He was uncut and leaking onto the fabric of his underpants, which made your mouth water. Everything about him was just painfully attractive, the sight of him sweating, legs spread with his cock out and head thrown slightly back to gaze at you was something you’d never forget. 

“We have to be quick love, it’s already dawn”, Ghost said. His left hand gripping the base of his cock and the other gliding from your waist to your ass, gripping and pulling you towards him until you were standing in between his legs. Both of his hands were now working on pulling your underwear down your legs with desperation. You knew he needed you on him, around his cock as much as you needed him. 

You wasted no more time and sat on his thighs, the air between you two heavy. Ghost gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip of him on your clit, before finally positioning it near the opening of your hole. His mouth was open, the man breathing heavily in anticipation.

“Love, ffffuck I need you. You still want me right?”, the arousal was dripping off of his words.

“Mhm, yes-yes please put it in me, I can’t wait any longer”,

His tip slid in slowly, you felt the muscles of your pussy accommodate him. The stretch brought a slight sting with it, you’re not used to fucking men with cocks as girthy and big as Simons. You moved your hips closer to Ghost’s, you felt the overwhelming feeling of wanting to be as close and connected with him as humanly possible. At your motions he let out a symphony of grunts and moans while squeezing your hips to contain his excitement, trying to hold himself back. 

“Please don’t hold back, I need you to fuck me dumb- Simon please”, and the second your words processed in Simons brain he broke. Pulling you completely on his cock until he was balls deep inside you, hips angling upwards so that you’d somehow feel even fuller than before. Gripping his shoulder and nape you started your movements with him, hips moving in sync. 

“Doll, you’re fucking made for me. Born to be my fuck toy, how -fuuckkk is it possible for you to feel this good?”, Ghost said with a strained voice. Hearing his words made your pussy clench even tighter around him, “Hah- you like that? Being mine?”, all you could do was whimper and moan pathetically in response. 

Both of you wouldn’t last long, Simon was already nearing his climax after not even being 2 minutes inside of you. His masked face was pushed into your neck, making you feel the vibrations of his moans and his heavy breathing. Suddenly he let go of your hips and slid his hands under your sports bra you were still wearing, pulling the bra up to expose your chest. He positively groaned when he saw your perfect tits. Bouncing in sync with the rhythm, the cold air hardens your nipples even more. 

“Ahhh- I can’t last any longer love, where do you want me?”, 

“Don’t pull out- don’t stop”,

Your cockdrunk response triggered his orgasm, his thrusts getting slower and deeper to ensure you’re fucked full with his load. Feeling him throb so deeply inside you was fueling your own oncoming climax. You started riding him fast and deep in desperation. You grabbed his hand and started using his fingers to rub your clit, he loved seeing you get off with everything he had to offer. 

Your hips got wilder and wilder, until finally your body shuddered. Gasping and moaning was all you could do, the orgasm seemingly never ending. The soothing motions of Simon caressing your back and him still circling your clit in slow circles helped you come back down to earth. 

Now the only noises in the room were the heavy breathing of you both recovering. Your head falling down on Simon’s shoulders while he soothingly pet your hair, his softening cock still inside you. He kissed you long and soft, you felt him still breathing heavily out of his nose. Finally departing from the sweet kiss, he pulled you close. His face was in your hair. Giving you kisses on top of your head. “Thank you, love. I really needed this”, he whispered.

“I- it was my pleasure, Simon”, you said bashfully.

“My cock is inside you and you’re still this shy?”, Simon laughed. You couldn’t help but join in, all the chaos that took place only a couple hours before momentarily forgotten. 

Simon felt truly at peace. Something he hadn’t felt in a very long time, nevermind this mind-numbingly powerful. After having a taste of you and all that you’ve made his cold heart feel, he wasn’t going to let you go easily. Not that you wanted him to anyways.. <3

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this is my first fanfic! i'm european so i'm very sorry about my possible grammar mistakes :')) i also posted this on AO3 !

[ghostinthez0nes]

Kobra Kid Headcanons lets go

Likes tight clothing, makes him feel more secure and safe.

Will teach you karate if you bribe him enough, but it takes a’lot of bribing.

Doesn’t really care about gender or pronouns, but likes xe/xer pronouns because they sound cool.

Touch his hair and he’ll bite your hand.

Motorbike stunts for days.

A short fuse but a master at keeping cool. When he’s really pissed tho someone will get their teeth knocked in.

Doesn’t admit it but relies heavily on Party to keep his head above water.

Prefers driving around at night when it’s quieter and less bright.

Loves sweet and spicy food, bonus points if its both.

Becomes aggressive when overwhelmed and scared.

Loves sunrises. He will sometimes stay up all night just so he can watch the sun come up early in the morning.

Party helped make his helmet, they’re to thank for the paint job.

Keeps a little dino keychain in his pocket at all times.

Has horrible tan lines from wearing his sunglasses too long in the sun.

Flappy hands and stompy feet when excited.

Light sensitive, thus the sunglasses. Wears them indoors and at night too.

The most anxious around injuries, he doesn’t like blood.

Snorts when he laughs.

Loves the desert and the freedom that comes with it.

Has a very keen sense of smell and is very good at figuring out where the smell is coming from.

Knows sign language and uses it instead of speaking to communicate sometimes.

Absolutely HATES powerpup but forces himself to eat it if theres nothing else even if it makes him sick. Party tries really hard to look for other kinds of food when going on supply runs so his poor brother can eat.

Chews on the straps of his leather gloves when anxious.

Really likes bubbles.

Sleeps in his jacket for security.

A troublemaker with Ghoul and always finds ways to pull off stupid shit with him.

Likes Michael Bay movies.

Hardly ever cries, but when he does it’s cathartic. The others need to intervene because he chokes up while he’s heaving.

Prefers comics over books, he likes looking at pictures better.

Only the girl is allowed to doodle on his bike, if the others try he will deck them.

Most terrified of being captured by Bli, he doesn’t ever want to go back to the city.

Can play the harmonica really well.

Loves old and broken technology because he thinks its cool and likes to fix things.

Teaches the others to read, especially Jet and Ghoul. Ghoul can read but has dyslexia, Jet never really learned how to read properly at all.

Will try to pet any reptile he sees, even if its venomous or poisonous.

Can sleep sitting up, the others sometimes need to do a double take and check if he’s awake or not since he always wears sunglasses.

Obsessed with VHS tapes and has a collection of them with god knows what on them.

Freezes when panicking, will stay in shock at something until someone needs to move him.

Likes close range combat so he can show off his karate skills.

Instead of cussing in an argument he’ll just look at someone like they’re stupid.

Makes action figures for the girl out of spare parts, responsible for all of her robot toys.

Takes AGES to do his hair, hence why he wants no one to touch it.

If he’s not in his room at night, he’s on the diner roof watching the stars.

When the girl was a toddler, she would call him Kobi instead of Kobra.

Has a wide vocabulary due to being educated in the city, but refuses to use it.

Lost a tooth after an accident on the crash track, he gave it to Ghoul who turned it into a pendant.

[thebettermoon]

Chapter 1 : Runaway bride

Eiser Grayan x BlackChubbyReader

Warning : Very minor mentions racism , fat-phobia and bullying

Chp2▪︎》 Masterlist

Eiser had no interest in someone known not to meet the standards of high society, someone who operated in the shadows and wasn't a great "look" for him.

The plan had been for Younger Sister Serena to fit perfectly, but since her strong rejection of the idea, you were the next best thing to gain control of the hotel.

That fateful morning, your wedding day, the day he would whisk you away to "love" him. You bolted!

You managed to sneak around the courthouse, but guards blocked every exit. You followed your trail as you ran into the gardens, a last-ditch attempt. The walls were tall, but manageable. You gathered your dress and discarded your expensive shoes. Walking through a freshly watered flower bed, you realized you needed a head start. The weathered stone walls were perfect to climb, but too tall to scale in under a minute. Considering she had been gone for over an hour now and I am sure your family has probably been able to break the toilet door down to see in their horror she had jumped out the window.

You readied yourself, pushed down your nerves, and calmed yourself. You just needed to push hard to get halfway.

"Is there a problem, ma'am? Why are you here?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!!

You were so close. Now some guard with a condescending tone thinks he can stop you by snooping around in others' business.

You turned around to confront the guard trying to get him to leave, but you were instead shocked. He wore an all-white suit with gold accessories, was tall, a good foot or two taller, with pale pearl skin, jet-black hair, and a blank expression, but most striking were his piercing blue eyes. It didn't take an idiot to know all that equaled to a Grayson, aka my future husband if I don't start moving.

"I think you got it wrong, sir. I am just a maid." Your voice creaked as you slowly walked backwards, but he followed you.

"A maid in the very expensive wedding dress I paid for and not on my wife, that's a new one." A deep chuckle came before he leaned in so close, his breath was fanning you.

His expression was blank but still intimidating as if he couldn't care less if you were was killed on the spot.

"I understand you're scared, but this is not the way you confront this reality that we are getting married." Eiser leaned back to show his full height, giving some much-needed space.

"I am scared too, but seeing you try to run up a wall at just the thought of marrying me is making me feel wayyyyy better." Eiser cracked a wide smile and leaned back to let out a deep laugh. He smiled... Is this man a Grayson or an imposter?

In my state of shock, Eiser walked around to get my shoes, cleaning the dirt off and came to kneel in front of me. He touched my ankle with his icy fingers, snapping me back to reality.

"I was able to convince everyone to let me search alone for you, but they are going to come after me too. If they see you like this, they are going to know what happened. Good thing the dress isn't a mess at all."

He lifted up my feet and slipped my feet gently into the heels. He unintentionally sneaked a hand up my thigh to steady me after going to the next foot. My skin shivered as he squeezed it slightly. I don't know what is happening and how he is so nice. Every time I heard of the Graysons, it was anything but human, know one of them were on their knees to someone like me...

He stands up yet again. He eyes analyse with a pleasing look at his work untill he met my eyes. Sieltly reassuring me this is fine and... i beleve him. I know that if he can be this understanding and comfort maybe their is a chance to be close in anyways that 2 people in a contract marriage can be but still need

"I know this is scary. Marriage will always will be like that and with a stranger it is even worse but..." He takes out his hand , urging to take "when I first saw you I knew that I was willing to make it work and I hope i am of worthy of your the time , space , mind and... body to make it work" He takes

My breath was caught in my thoart. What was happening? This man was being eerily so nice to me but at the other hand having someone so willing to work this tough from the start and to make it more bearable from the start made we feel less scared about this.

I take his hand , showing him my willingness to trust him but still now shakening the feeling that this is wrong

Chp2 ▪︎》

[shuxiii]

A ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ

ᴷᵃⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵉʳᶦⁿᵎ ʷᶦᵗᶜʰ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

My school wasn’t normal not the slightest, from flying brooms to flying rats and an invisible barrier protecting it, it was sure an odd sight for you to witness. You could call your school a magical one, even the students themselves looked less human but still human some just had cats for ears and sharp fangs in short vampires, hybrid humans, and others, you on the other were just normal student with a normal body nothing exciting at all.

Except, for one thing, the scary witch with the resemblance of a black cat who would always glare and stare at you ever since you became a student in the school. You were surprised she hasn’t put a curse on you, witches were something to be terrified of in your school of how much black magic they could do and other more. So, you expected the moment you woke up, you’d have your limbs torn piece by piece by that witch.

Her name was Kang Haerin, a name you could never forget. She only had a few friends, and she barely spoke, her aura was completely dark. Other students always warned the newcomers to avoid her, if they don’t want their entire bloodline cursed.

You wished someone told you sooner, it was too late for you. Because the moment you spoke to her the forever curse was now inflicted on you.

It was a lovely Monday morning, it was your first day in your new school. A little nervous, but excited.

The moment you walked into the classroom, everyone was nice and well-mannered, it took some time to adjust to the sight of fur ears and intimidating-looking sharp teeth.

You met a fairy-looking girl (of how pretty she was) introducing herself as Hanni, who agreed to tour you around the school.

-

‘‘This is the library where you read those boring books, careful though some books are laced with a dark curse whoever opens it!’‘ Hanni explained with a smile on her face.

You fell silent staring back at Hanni, before she starts laughing a little.

‘‘I’m messing those books are kept in a locked room’‘ She giggled, you laughed back awkwardly, still slightly startled at the thought of a dark curse placed upon you.

‘‘Um Hanni? can I go to the bathroom real quick?’‘ You asked.

‘‘Oh, sure just go straight and right you’ll see it’‘ She pointed in the hallway.

‘‘Thanks, I’ll be right back!’‘ you hurried, turning your back on Hanni.

-

You walked across the linear hallway, gazing at the historical portraits hung on the walls, you swear sometimes their eyes moved which creeps you up a little but expect the unexpected in a school filled with magic.

You were too distracted by the paintings to not notice a person coming your way, The moment you took a right you accidentally bump into a girl.

‘’Ack!’’

feeling yourself falling backward makes you hold her arms for support. it was a little late as both of you fell on the floor, you fell on your butt with the girl on top of you.

‘‘I’m so sorry-’‘ Before you could apologize, the girl hurriedly stood up, startling you a bit.

You abruptly stood up too, now finally focused on the girl. She wore a black cloak with jet-black hair.

‘‘I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I got a little distracted by the paintings, are you okay?’‘ you look around her to see if she got injured, your eyes darted to the slight red liquid dripping on her fingers.

‘‘I’m okay’‘ her voice soft-spoken, her gaze still looking down.

You quickly took your handkerchief, holding her hands on yours covering the blood that dripped on her fingers, your actions were abrupt making her startled.

‘‘Ah- did I scare you? I’m sorry, Your knuckles are bleeding, it was probably from the fall’‘ You explained, your voice filled with guilt.

You took out a band-aid with a cat for a design, and you always hand band-aids carried around, well your mom always made you carry them around for situations like this.

‘‘This might sting a little’‘ You carefully put it on the back of her hand, before blowing air against her knuckles.

‘‘My mom always told me to blow air on a bruise to help it heal faster’‘ you spoke

‘‘What’s your name?’‘ You asked, and for a brief moment, you saw her eyes.

Her eyes resembled a black cat, they were hypnotic, but before you could get a name, she quickly left not giving you any time to stop her.

and that was the first and last encounter you ever had with her, but ever since you told Hanni about the incident she prayed for your soul that you wouldn’t get cursed by her. You didn’t get it at first but now you were terrified mostly guilty but still terrified.

Yet despite being a little afraid of what will come to you, you slightly doubt how others viewed witches, sure they are malevolent in many fairytale stories but are they really?

But ever since that accident, She always glared at you. She must be really upset be upset, you have tried apologizing properly but she’d always disappear in a blink of an eye.

That is, until today.

The class shortly ended, You began packing your bag. oddly enough it was only you left in the room making it quiet, it was a few minutes before you finished packing up for the day.

As you turned around you shrieked a little falling back down to your chair, there stood the same black cloak jet-black-haired girl everyone feared of.

She was holding a small bottle that looked like a coffee cup and a thick book in both of her hands. She gazed at you.

‘‘I didn’t notice you there’’ You stuttered a little.

She motioned the cup to your face, ‘’This is for you, drink it’’ She spoke.

With care, you took the cup from her grasp and look at it before returning your gaze to her. She looked at you eagerly, eyes shining with anticipation.

At that moment, you swore the drink had poison or what and expected the worst of worst to come, from poison ivy to a snake’s venom.

You abruptly drank it, closing your eyes and anticipating the worst.

huh. that’s odd nothing happened the coffee tasted normal-

As the coffee slips from your grasp, a cloudy air emits the room, you opened your eyes to see a tense look on Haerin’s face.

that’s weird, is it me or did the view of the room get a little bigger. Your eyes darted down your hands that now... looked like paws?!

You started screaming, well barking.

‘‘Why am I dog?!’‘ You started yelling.

You glance back at a befuddled Haerin, hastily flipping through her book and muttering to herself.

‘‘There must be a mistake here, did I read the wrong spell? it should have been a love potion’‘

You were getting a little agitated.

‘‘Hey, you better find a way to fix this, my mom is allergic to dogs, and I can’t be a dog forever!’‘ You squealed (barked)

You gave Haerin a stern look as she closed her book and turned to face you. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked anxious.

‘‘There is a way to fix it, well the only way’‘

‘‘And that is?’‘

‘‘There is one called a Multipurpose of lower magic, as long as the castor and the cursed share a touch the magic can be lifted immediately off the body’‘

‘‘What does that mean’’

‘‘it means let me kiss it, yn’’

‘‘let you what?’‘

‘‘A kiss’‘

‘‘A WHAT?’‘

You became increasingly anxious as she moved a little closer to you.

‘‘You’re joking right there’s got to be another way here’‘

"Nope, there isn't." Her tone of voice sounded slightly more cheerful than usual.

"You can't just kiss me. You'll be taking away my first kiss!" you exclaimed.

‘‘This was planned wasn’t it!’‘

‘‘What! No- this is purely an accident’‘

She lifted your small body, slowly pulling you close. You moved both your paws onto her lips, giving all your force to push her off.

"Wait, wait, wait! I'm not ready!" You exclaimed, quickly shutting your eyes.

You felt a soft brush against your lips, the gentle lingering sensation struck a nerve, making you feel the burn on your cheeks, without even realizing it, you were back to normal.

Both of you flushed, looking everywhere but at each other’s eyes, who knew witches could be this cruel? well a little too cruel for your heart.

A curse she cast on you with no cure, a cupid's arrow piercing your heart.

[madman479r]

Ben 10,000 X Wonder Woman Gibslythe Ship Table

Context:

Ben 10,000 from Classic series

Wonder Woman from Justice league Animated series.

For Ben, this is after Ben 10 Season 3 episode 1 "Ben 10,000", in which he has started to relax a bit though he still maintains a firm attitude, taking being a hero seriously.

For Diana, this is set during the Thanagarian invasion of Earth "Starcrossed".

During this Ben finds himself in a new dimension and Immediately recognises that he's in the middle of an invasion. He manages to free the Justice League and assist them in fighting off the invasion.

During the time the team pretended to be civilians to get to Wayne Manor, Ben went with Diana instead of Bruce, so the fake kiss scene was between them.

After they fight off the Thanagarians and expand the Justice League, Ben decides, if he can't get back home, he might as well stay to help keep this Earth safe. His time in the DC universe, he and Diana grow close and start to date.

Big/Little Spoon: Diana had never shared her bed with another, so imagine her surprise by how comforting it feels to cuddle with someone, a man no less. For Ben he was in the same situation, having been constantly patrolling his earth he actually didn't sleep much at all, so having Diana with him in his arms makes him feel less anxious and jittery about not patrolling the Earth for anything.

Lends/Borrows Clothes: I don't think there's much Diana has that Ben would wear, unless he wants to cosplay as her, but that's not likely to ever happen.

Doesn't/Does Use Pet Names: Diana mainly addresses Ben by his name, only referring to him as something like "My Love" in privacy, not wanting their business to be anyone else's. Ben does the same for Diana, wanting to respect her boundaries, plus he doesn't want to seem degrading to her after having heard of Themyscira's views on men.

Introverted/Extroverted: Both are a healthy balance. With Diana having been raised in a isolated island, she's eager to explore the world and what it has to offer. Ben is the opposite, having seen the world and beyond, but despite having and extroverted personality and life before adulthood, there are times in which Ben would just like to have some peace and indulge in his favourite things.

Affection Through Words/Actions: Despite his sometimes serious and stern attitude, Ben knows the right things to say and do to show his affection to Diana, be it complementing her abilities as a warrior or her beauty, or using one of his aliens to make her a gift or show her something, like going on a flight with her to see the world. Diana tends to show affection through actions such as pecks on Ben's cheek or deep and passionate kisses, pouring her love for him in the act. Another way to show it is through sparring with Ben, Diana is an amazon after all.

Confesses First/Waits For Confession: Back when he was being a hero 24/7, Ben found romance to be distracting and never really bothered with it, so he was no expert on how to confess to Diana. Diana on the other hand decided that beating around the bush wasn't her thing and confessed for feelings to Ben, knowing he just needed the push to show her that he loved her too.

Screams About/Squashes Bugs: One is hero who's seen the scariest monsters and aliens of the universe before his 15th birthday and the other is a near invincible warrior, so bugs don't really scare either Ben or Diana.

Drives the Car/Can't Drive: Ben is better with a car while Diana is better with a jet.

Can't Cook/Makes Dinner: Ben knows the basics to cooking but that's about it. (My headcannon is that Ben 10,000 never really ate much, instead transforming into Swampfire or Wildvine and basking in sunlight like photosynthesis for a few minutes to re-energise himself). Diana was taught how to cook so she knows whats she's doing.

Dislikes/Loves PDA: Ben isn't too wild about PDA, wanting to rather keep it when it's private while Diana is even about PDA, only going as far as small kisses in public, giving hugs or holding Ben's hand.

Overprotective/Chill Going: Having been the top hero back on his Earth has made Ben think he should be the one to take on the baddest of the bad, not out of arrogance or underestimating the other heroes, but because he doesn't want to risk anyone getting hurt when he could do it himself, regardless if he's the one in danger. Diana knows Ben can handle himself, especially after hearing his feats back in his universe, but notices that Ben has a tendency to put himself in unnecessary danger in an effort to keep everyone else safe, so she'll do what she can to fight by his side and keep him safe in return.

Has More/No Relationship Experience: Before he turned stoic and cold, Ben had some experience in dating, though they never worked due to his hero life style. Diana never really had a relationship, the only romantic interest having been Steve Trevor but that was another time.

Horny Levels: Both can keep it in their pants but there are times when they just find it hard to resist one another. Diana neve thought she'd be enticied by man or their bodies but Ben had a physique that gives Diana thoughts which would make Aphrodite blush. The same being for Ben, especially when her outfit leaves little to the imagination.

Awkwardness Levels: Neither feel awkward with each other though sometimes Ben doesn't want to risk making Themyscira's views on men seem justified while Diana can rarely feel uneducated about the world outside of Themyscira.

Jealousy Levels: Both have very little to feel Jealousy about but the ugly emotion can be there at rare moments, like when another man/woman tries to make a move on Diana/Ben

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 35

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex

Y/n waited, arms crossed while her legs hung over the edge of the bed. Being told that Jungkook was behind all those people moving to take her out of that abandoned warehouse gave her mixed feelings. She was happy to hear he was the one behind it all, to know that he still cared about her enough to look after her. But guilt also showed up whenever she remembered his father's words, and how he didn't show the slightest hesitation. The fact that he involved himself in all that mess only meant that he'd have a red dot aiming right at his head. 

The hours passed by slowly after Jimin told her that Jungkook was on his way to where she was, with his plane landing in Mallorca in the next few hours. She wasn't sure how to react, or what to do, when she saw him for the first time. She didn't even know what his attitude would be when he showed up. She just didn't know what she'd feel when he crossed the door and stepped inside her room. 

Was she supposed to hug him? Kiss him? Slap him?

Jungkook was certainly in that same stage, wondering how he was expected to act after sending her away for no reason. When Jimin sent him a text, telling him how everything turned out the right way, he also made sure to add how annoyed and angry Y/n was. He knew her, he knew what she was capable of when rage clouded her mind. She wasn't able to think straight, and jumped to the first action her emotions threw her to. She could easily be trying to sneak away, and at the same time she could be crying in one corner of her room while she waited for him. 

He didn't get any sleep, he wasn't even comfortable, but her body felt light once the jet landed in the airport. It was as if seeing her was the only motivation he actually needed to get his system to work properly. Every person he came across lowered their gaze, avoiding to make eye contact with him -just in case their looks could be mistakenly perceived as a challenge or a threat. 

Everybody knew how delicate the situation was, even if they didn't know the whole story. Rumors flew faster than he was able to control them. Soon everyone knew there was a new enemy, and that someone would be accused of helping them at the minimum sign. 

A tall caucasian man, with a short beard turned to him as soon as he was aware of his presence, a wide nervous smile trying to hide the fact of how scared he actually was of being in front of him at that moment. 

—Mr. Jeon...

—Where is she?

The young boy licked his lips nervously, pointing to the narrow and long street that was behind him.  When looking over his shoulder, Jungkook noticed there were many houses, with a maximum of three floors, at least in a distance his eyes allowed him to see. 

—Number thirteen, sir —he informed, aware of what Jungkook was looking at—. Mr. Park told us to watch the surroundings rather than the house...

—Okay. Make sure no one approaches the area —looking him up and down, he raised his eyebrow—, and try not to attract attention. Ujin —he called the name that had been watching his back all the way from Seoul to Spain—, look around and make sure nothing weird happens. 

He tried to make sure everything around that area would be safe for the both of them, but especially for her. Hiding himself on that confident facade, he tried to make less obvious how nervous he actually was of seeing her. His beating was loud and fast, aiming to destroy his rib cage with every step he took inside the house, almost able to see her through that shiny white door. 

What he didn't know is that his alert had to be higher inside the safe place.

His heart squeezed on his chest when he was forced to move his body down, dodging the object that was thrown to his head as soon as he opened the door and stepped inside her room. 

Y/n had heard the main door opening slowly, and the crack of the wooden floor with every gentle step the person took to where she was. Holding the glass bottle Jimin left for her the previous night, she got ready to defend herself when the door clicked. 

She didn't wait to ask, she didn't wait to see who the person was, the steps were already too suspicious for her to be calm -and Jimin also assured her he'd let her know when Jungkook showed up. 

His doe eyes opened wide, looking up at her and still not able to believe she'd have smacked his head without letting him speak. 

It was even worse when she was aware it was him. 

—Don't get close to me —she warned him. 

Maybe she was afraid after everything that happened. Maybe she was still in shock. 

He took a step in her direction, thinking that seeing him properly would calm her down, but her body reacted fast, holding the glass of water and throwing it to the ground, breaking down a few centimeters away from his feet.

—Y/n... —he called her name in a warning tone, taking another step in her direction.

—Jungkook... —she imitated his tone—. I told you to stay away —she threw the other glass, making Jungkook stop his movements.

He wasn't able to explain her expression. It wasn't like the other times she'd reject his presence and that she'd show the disgust on her face. That time he could actually tell she didn't want him to leave, but at the same time she seemed scared, frightened about the idea of him getting closer to her. 

While she looked away to find something else to throw in his direction, Jungkook took the chance to approach her fast and wrap her body with his arms. Y/n tried to push him away, she punched his arms and chest, tried to move away, but he'd never allow her to escape again. 

—Let me go —she shouted, fighting against him—. Get off me —with every word she let out, her tone was louder, but her fight was weaker—. Let me go —her voice cracked with the last letter.

She broke when he slid his hand on the curve of her nape, under her hair, squeezing her skin while he encouraged her to hide her face on his chest. Jungkook heard her among sobs, voice barely audible while being quieted with his body. 

There were many feelings going through her mind at that point. She wanted to hug him tight and never let him go, she wanted to punch him in the face for making her step away from him, and she wanted to be the one pushing him away to protect him from his own decisions... Although maybe that was already too late. She felt confused at her own feelings, losing herself to the fresh scent that made her forget for a brief second how angry she actually was. 

—I was afraid of never seeing you again —she admitted—. I told you I wanted to be with you, and you pushed me away —she sobbed—. You have no idea how bad I hate you for that, Jungkook.

—I know. I'm sorry —he held her tighter with every word that slipped through her lips—. Doll, I'm so sorry.

He finally felt her arms wrapping around him as if she didn't want him to let go, her fingers hung on the fabric of his gray shirt as if her life depended on it, while the rest of her body trembled and vibrated with her sobs and whimpers. 

—It won't happen again. I promise —he kissed the side of her head—. I'll keep you by my side even if my life depends on it.

That sentence made her cry harder, hugging onto him when the reality of those words fell on her harder. The fact that he was there, trying to calm her down and comfort her, while he promised to be by her side, only meant one thing. 

—Are you okay? —he moved back slightly, cupping her face to analyze each one of her features. 

—I'm okay —she nodded, holding his hands—. And it's not like that 's what matters right now. The person behind it...

—I know —Jungkook nodded—. And I'll keep you safe whatever it takes. 

—You're in danger, too —her voice cracked while telling him—. You shouldn't have come.

—He can prepare whatever he wants. It wouldn't stop me to make sure you're okay —he assured her, eyes fixed on hers—. I'll take every bullet and every hit just to be right here with you, Y/n. 

Standing on her tiptoes, she was the one who hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck tight, as if she still didn't believe he was there in front of her. 

—We're together in this —he whispered—. I mean it this time. I won't let you out ever again. 

—You better —she scoffed. 

Jungkook was mesmerized by her, looking into her puffy eyes, down the wet trail her teardrops marked on her cheeks. His digits digged in her scalp, automatically having her closing her eyes and breathing heavier. 

—Aren't you going to kiss me?

Leaning closer to her, he rubbed his cheek against her, lips falling right on her earlobe before he spoke:

—I thought you said you didn't want me to touch you.

—Okay.

She was only able to rustle that word and turn her body to the door, when his hand trapped her nape and forced her to turn around again. Her lips received him openly, molding on his and allowing him to suck them while she smiled proud. 

Jungkook gave her exactly what she was looking for. 

Their hearts were beating together against their chests, while their lips moved in complete sync. Perfectly permeated. 

—I missed you so bad —he assured her—. I was going crazy wondering how you were doing. Your calls were the only thing keeping me sane.

Her rounded eyes moved up to his, intrigued by his words, stopping the gentle rubs on his tummy and side to focus on what he had to say. 

—I saw each one of your calls —he nodded—. I'd stare at the screen until you just gave in and stopped calling. And every day, you kept calling back. It was the only form of communication I allowed myself to have with you because I didn't want to make it more difficult for you. 

In her mind, there never was the possibility of Jungkook ignoring her or cutting any type of contact, she always believed he was attached to her somehow. But hearing it directly from him, admitting the pain he went through while he avoided calling her back, it shed a new type of light on their relationship. 

It didn't matter what happened, who tried to come between them or what the danger was, he'd always try to stay next to her. 

His eyes dropped to his shoes as he spoke, avoiding any eye contact with her while his body started sinking to his knees. In front of her, the same man who was intimidating and respected by others was kneeling in front of her, palms falling on his joints while his head dropped down in a guilty position. 

—I'm sorry —he whispered—. I got you involved in all of this. And now your life is in danger because of me. 

The color of his knuckles changed, going from the soft tan to a white tone as he closed his fists tight on the fabric of his black slacks, and his voice trembled with every word he spoke. 

Holding back her own tears, Y/n looked around, sinking to her knees as well to hold his cheeks and force him to look at her. It was only then she was aware of the teardrops piling in the corner of his eyes.

—You're acting as if I wasn't the one who sided with the enemy —her thumb traced circles on his cheek—. And don't apologize, because that'd mean you regret what has happened between us, and I don't regret a single thing. 

Y/n sounded comforting and, most importantly, confident of her words. Her gentle and soft smile gave him butterflies, while she tried to get him back to the tough person he was.

—The only thing I regret was trusting you when you wanted me to leave Seoul —her lips twisted in disgust—. But for the rest... not a single thing. I'd probably do it all over again if I had the chance to go back. I'll fight with you, right next to you. Now, and every time I have to. I will trust and protect you with my life, and I will allow your help and guidance on every step I need to take to completely be one of you. As your companion, your reason and your strength. I'm yours, Jungkook. 

He slowly looked up at her, surprised by some of the words she used, recognizing the speech he gave when he claimed her in front of everyone. 

—What? You didn't think I would ask around what you said that day? —she raised her eyebrow.

Her nature, even in that situation, was so bright and special. Y/n always found ways to surprise him, to make him feel small in a world where he was expected to be the rougher and bigger one. She completely tamed him when she was the one who was supposed to be tamed. She had him in the palm of her hand. 

—No —he shook his head, making her frown at his response—. I'm the one who's yours, doll. Entirely and completely yours. Even if my life is at risk. 

Y/n moved first, linking their lips together, sucking his lower lip so slowly, that she felt perfectly each one of his lip rings on the inner side of her mouth, feeling them cold and rough in contrast with how puffed and humid he was. 

Sneaking in between their bodies, his right hand managed to reach her jaw, holding her in place as the kiss turned rougher. Only interrupting the swings of their tongues the second her digits started crossing the collar of his shirt, tips directly touching his warm chest with success. 

In between kisses and shared caresses, the top of their clothes were long gone, gasping and breathing deeply at the contact of their naked skin touching for the first time in so long. That first kiss was like giving a small dose to an addict, neither of them would have enough with only that. 

She traced the tattoos on his arm while his hands worked on her jeans and her panties, and moved his tips over her soft skin, trying to get the exact feeling of how she felt tattooed in the back of his brain. Not like he was expecting to need to remember it, because there was no way he was ever going to let her go.

His eyes were fixed on his mark in the middle of her chest when she sat on top of him on the bed. There wasn't rage anymore in his system, he just felt upset over what she went through for him. Although those thoughts were swept away when her hand covered his, moving it lower in her body to the place where they were connected. There was no point in overthinking it or worrying about that mark, when what they had went further than that. 

They gasped on each other's mouths when her walls took him in completely, feeling each inch stretching her out ever so carefully that she thought she would go dizzy. 

She was taking care of him, paying attention to every small sign just to make him comfortable, fingers caressing his torso and cupping his cheek as she jumped on him. Jungkook kissed her palm, fixing his eyes on her while he helped her move with both of his hands on her hips, squeezing her flesh when he thought she was going way too fast. 

Y/n was making love to him, and he wanted to taste every second of that moment. He wanted it to last for as long as possible. 

—Please, let me go faster —she begged against his lips.

—Just a bit more, doll —he asked, raising his fingers over her spine—. Let me have you like this a bit more. 

Their lips were linked together again, adding more to the electricity that was building up with the anticipation. Y/n was the only woman that got his attention, and the only woman that ever made him think of slowing down at the same time he wanted to go at his full speed. She made him feel things he had never felt before, and he wasn't willing to lose her again. Not when he could avoid it. 

His fingers reached her nape, and he made sure her body was perfectly placed as he accommodated himself under her. Jungkook started grinding his hips against her, making their bodies collide against one another and reaching spots in her insides he had never reached before. His heels found support on the mattress when he sped up his thrusts, giving her that speed she was asking for not so long ago. 

If Y/n wanted it, Jungkook was going to give it to her. 

The filthy sounds of their bodies clapping against one another, and their moans mixing in the air made her clench tighter around him. Her whole body was ready to combust for him only, and he knew it. 

—Who am I, doll? —he asked in between moans, with a shaky voice— Nobody else will make you feel this way, right?

—No, you're the only one —her nails were digging on the fabric of the pillow as she battled to pronounce all those words—. You're the only one I care about, Jungkook. The only one I love.

Her words did no good to his system, because something in his brain clicked, something that made him pound into her like an animal, as if he wanted to mark her forever, let her know deep inside her no one would ever reach those spots that were hidden for him only. 

His nails scratched her skin, pouring all his energy and strength until her moans barely gave her any time to breathe and her pussy was clenching around him desperately. One more thrust, while lifting his hips enough to rub against her clit, and she let herself go against his mouth, moaning loud while he spilled himself inside of her. 

In between shaky breaths and lazy looks, Jungkook always took care of her, caressing her back and playing with her hair just the way she liked. 

—You're the only one, too —he whispered out of the blue—. The only one I love and the only one I will die to. 

Her heart pounded against her chest excitedly, smiling at his words, but avoiding looking up to him because she knew she'd turn into a giggling mess if she did look up at him. The shiverings those words created were nothing compared to how she felt when he leaned to kiss the top of her head. 

—What will we do now? 

—Fight —he answered, sure of his reply—. I'm not planning to let you go ever again, and definitely I don't have scheduled my funeral either. So there's only one solution to this. Bold of my father to think he'd win if you and me work together. 

—He really doesn't know what he got himself into —Y/n whispered, smirking when she looked up at him.  

They both were broken people, that life managed to bring closer together so both of them would be able to heal and grow. And who was his father to try to separate what the universe unified?

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[brooooswriting]

can you write one with natasha x reader with like angst with happy ending ? maybe nat like pushes reader away and is mean to reader and doesn’t come home anymore because nat thinks reader can do better and nat doesn’t deserve love and happiness and reader makes her feel everything good she never thought she would ever have or deserve and it brings back bad memories for reader and she just completely closes herself off because they were fine and it just makes reader insecure and maybe just goes reckless like taking lots of missions in hopes she gets hurt and also punching a punching bag when working out without gloves hurting herself and they talk it out and fix things

Take my love

Natasha x Reader

Another night where Natasha didn’t come home, she didn’t text you back nor did she call you to tell you where she is. It’s been like that for around a month, she barely came home and if you saw each other she was rude to you, telling you that you were clingy and annoying.

You’ve asked the others if they knew what was going on but they didn’t know. It hurt to see her acting this way and it made you question yourself. There was a time where you weren’t sure about the relationship and it seems like you were right.

So, you fell back into old habits. Love was never easily given to you and it made you built up habits that could kill you, but with Natasha they got less.

Every night you went to the training room to let out your frustrations, not even taking the time to wrap your hands you punched the bag until it was broken. Tony wasn’t really happy about that but didn’t say anything. The pain it caused made you forget about the pain your relationship with Natasha caused you.

The team noticed a change but they decided to give you some time to figure out what was happening. Your willingness to do stupid and dangerous things got worse and worse.

“Fury, I thought I could go on the mission with Wanda. I know that she doesn’t need help but I’d feel better if I could be a back up” you told him. “Fine, I’m sure she’s fine with it. You’ll leave in 10, so hurry” you quickly went to change.

“Where you going?” Natasha asked when she saw you in your tactical suit walking to the hangers. “Mission” you mumbled walking past her. She was confused, normally you told her when you had missions and you’d come to say goodbye. Sure, over time it got less but you’d at least tell her.

“Are you crazy?” Wanda screamed at you when she finally carried you back to the jet. You jumped in front of her getting shot several times, stomachs, shoulder and leg. She knew screaming at you was kind of useless as you were nearly unconscious due to loosing a lot of blood and the pain you were feeling.

She tried to press down on all your wounds while programming the jet to fly back to the compound. “Y/n, stay with me alright? We will be there soon and everything will be fine” she tried to calm you and herself being deeply scared of losing you and having to tell Natasha that it was her fault.

“Wands, calm down. Everything will be fine, even if I die. It’s more important that you live, tell Nat I’m sorry for not being good enough and that I love her” your eyes fluttered close and Wanda tried to shake you to wake you up.

“Bruce! Make everything ready for an operation. Y/n got shot and she blacked out, I think she’s still alive but I don’t know” Wanda cried out sitting next to your lifeless body using her magic to press down on all your wounds.

But there was something that just wouldn’t give her peace. You’ve never been so reckless and while you always tried to save everybody you could have easily just pushed the both of you down. Her gaze fell to your wounded hands from before and to how thin you’ve gotten.

She hated what she was doing, she really did but she just had to know. So, she used her magic to see what was going on inside your head. The girl who lost her whole family was taken back by the pain she felt inside you. It was so dark that she wasn’t surprised about your behavior anymore.

You didn’t want people to judge you for killing yourself, so you tried to get yourself killed.

But before Wanda could think about it further the jet landed and Bruce and Tony rushed inside to get you out. You were immediately carried to the o.r.

Natasha, who wasn’t informed about your injuries, stood at the side shocked as they pushed you past her. “Wanda… what happened?” She was too stocked to really speak, barely getting out the three words. “She sacrificed herself for me… if she survives this, go and talk to her, your insecurities are killing her” Wanda told her before disappearing.

The witch decided that she wasn’t going to break Natasha’s heart like that, if you weren’t going to survive she would mourn enough. As much as she’d like to comfort the widow, she needed time for herself.

After a couple more moments of shock Nat sprinted to the O.r. where the rest of the team already was. “Nat, I’m so sorry” Clint said as he walked over to hug her but she pulled away. “No, she’ll be fine and then there’s nothing to be sorry for” she told him sitting on a chair in the corner away from anybody.

Guilt and anxiety was eating her up. She was so scared of loving and being loved that she thought it was better to push you away, but now that you may be on your death bed she couldn’t believe how stupid she was. You were the greatest person she knew and you’ve always done everything for her. And Wanda’s comment didn’t make it better, so she decided to do to the witch.

“Wanda” she mumbled as she opened the door after knocking. “Natasha” the witch answered coldly. “I have to talk to you. I need to know what you meant by your statement. I know I fucked up with the way I treated her but I know that what you said implied that this was my fault and I HAVE to know why” she begged causing Wanda to pet the space next to her.

She liked Natasha, they were friends and she knew she went through a lot, so she wanted to make this easy on her. “I had to go through her head to know why she was acting like that and turns out, the way you kind of neglected her caused her to get back into a depressive episode. She turned to self destroying behaviors. I believe that this mission was a try to get herself killed” Wanda explained hugging the other woman tightly as she sobbed.

After some comfort from the younger girl and reassuring, the A.I. called out for Nat. “Miss Romanoff, Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner want to see you” the two ran to the men to figure out what happened to you.

“Tony, is she alive? Can I get to her? Please tell me I can see her” the redhead rambled with panic in her eyes. “Calm down Romanoff, Y/n will be fine. Most of the bullets went through, we stopped the bleeding and repaired what we could. She should wake up in an hour, but she won’t be able to go on missions or train for a while” and with that Banner let her into your room.

When she saw you laying there she couldn’t hold in the tears. Sitting down next to you she grabbed your hand and placed kisses on your broken knuckles. And that was her position for the following hour.

You slightly stirred awake causing Natasha to stand up and lay her hand on your cheek. “Hey my love, you’re alright. I’m here, you will be fine” she repeatedly told you as you woke up. “Natasha? What are you doing here?” You asked the woman shocking her slightly. “You don’t like beating around the bush huh?” She chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry for how I treated you baby. I was insecure and thought this would make it easier for me, I didn’t want to believe that you like me so much that it’d actually hurt you.” She explained grabbing your hand.

As much as she hurt you, you understood that she was insecure and that she had problems with communications. “You’re lucky I love you, but if you don’t come and talk to me next time we’re over” you threatened before lightly kissing her lips.

It took a while until the trust was built back up, your injuries healed and your mind was back in the right place but every second of work was worth it. Natasha was the love of your life and you were hers.

[sarnai4]

School

This isn't a trailer because I don't have the ideas figured out yet, but here is what I'm thinking. I want to write a fic where the ATLA crew is in the modern world and in school together. So, it's one of those K-12 types of schools. The bending still exists in this au. Here's how I'm imagining the characters.

Aang: He's well-liked and easily the most popular kid his age. He will sometimes pull good-natured pranks on the stuffy teachers. He hates tests and it doesn't help that he doesn't study much for them either, but Katara helps him come up with strategies so that he doesn't just flunk out. He lives with some adopted siblings who are also airbenders.

Katara: She's an honor roll student who is even more 100% than her grades sorta a teacher's pet. No one picks on her for this, though, because they still know that it's not wise. She's the student other students go to when they have a problem since she's always trying to help. She's a tutor for most courses. She and Sokka live with Gran Gran.

Sokka: He's the class clown, but he's also an amazing student. No one sees it coming, but he's probably got the best grades out of everyone. He just also messes around a lot and goofs off with Aang. So, the teachers don't know whether to love or hate him. He's got a part-time job to help out so that he can be the man of the house. He still starts off a bit controlled by what he thinks typical roles for men are, but Suki will get that out of him.

Toph: She's an alright student. The teachers like her since she seems nice enough. Her parents also gave a big donation which helps but she's got a totally different persona outside the school. Only her friends are this side. She and some other rebellious people regularly make things difficult for the shady police chief.

Zuko: He's a good student who's often grouped together with the popular/tough students. He isn't actually mean, but it's difficult for him to really bond with the others at first since he's awkward around nice people. So, he is normally around his sister which makes students assume he's going to be mean too. His home life is rough, but things get better for him after he finally befriends the Gaang.

Suki: She's a pretty good student, but she does better with tests and presentations than papers. She is the captain of most sports teams. She is not letting anyone get picked on around her and couldn't care less if she doesn't have bending. She also runs a self-defense/martial arts club.

Azula: She's a great student and the classic mean girl. She knows she can get away with anything and makes the most of that. She has completely dominated the principal and her dad's the mayor, so she believes she's above just about every law in town.

Ty Lee: She's not a great student, but she's popular. She's one of the cheerleaders and has probably dated almost every guy her age and older in the classes. She doesn't want to be in the mean group, but she's known Azula since she was little and is too scared to really stop her from hurting people.

Mai: She's a good student who the teachers like. Other students aren't sure if she's in the mean group or not. She's normally around Azula, but it's mostly because that's where Zuko and Ty Lee are. She can be a bit harsh with some students if she feels like they deserve it.

Jet: He's an alright student and the bad boy. He started his group to stop bullies, but they've sorta become the problem now. He hangs around Zuko some and views him as a friend (however reluctant).

Haru: He's a decent student and a quiet person in school. This makes him an easy target for some bullies, but he also secretly stands up for weaker kids.

Teo: He's a pretty good student who does a lot with robotics. He's got heart and doesn't let fear of people (Azula) get the better of him.

Bumi: He's the PE teacher who almost kills the kids every single day makes it a bit of a challenge. Some students (Aang) love him and others (probably Sokka) hate his class.

Iroh: He's the owner of a cafe (that only offers tea because there is no coffee allowed in his shop). This is where all the kids gather to get some snacks and advice. He's the group uncle for them all even before Zuko's their friend.

Long Feng: He's the principal who enjoys exercising his power (except this doesn't exist over Azula).

Ozai: He's mayor of the town and an awful person just like his regular counterpart. He feels entitled, has as much love as his stone heart can muster for Azula, and hates both his son and brother with a passion that burns worse than his fire.

Hakoda: He is a skipper in the navy. After the murder of Kya, he leaves to try to make the world a safer place.

Zhao: He's a corrupt police chief who cracks down on minor infractions and will get paid off for the serious crimes. In other words, he likes abusing his power.

Gyatso: He's the ethics teacher and Aang's adopted dad.

Gran Gran: She takes care of Katara and Sokka and becomes the group grandma. She has a shop where she sells various items for clothing and other trinkets, but the sales have been going down.

Mechanist: He teaches robotics.

Pakku: He's the (chauvinist) history teacher.

Earth King (Kuei): He's the highly incompetent guidance counselor.

Joo Dee: She's the nurse who is under Long Feng's thumb.

Jeong Jeong: He's the disgruntled philosophy teacher who might just discourage more people than he inspires.

I don't know who teaches math or English classes. I suppose any of the Fire sages could.

[slugdragoon]

RPG Role Analysis Series #9 - Paper Mario vol.II

Time to finish out the second half of the party members in Paper Mario 64. Vol.I (Goombario, Kooper, Bombette, Parakarry) here.

Bow - Lady Bow's main attacks are Smack, and at Ultra Rank, Fan Smack, which each do multiple hits. For Smack, each hit deals only 1 damage, so each hit separately gets reduced to 0 against enemies with armour. For Fan Smack, each hit deals 2, so an enemy with 1 armour would cut the damage in half, but she can hurt them with her strongest attack. This makes her not good at all at armour-busting, but she can at least target most enemies. Instead, she gets two other abilities, Outta Sight, which hides Mario and herself for a turn, waiting out incoming powerful attacks, and Spook, which might cause weak enemies to run away. It fits well for a Super Mario Boo, who both scare, and are scared, but Spook is essentially like a luck-based multi-target instant death attack from any RPG, or perhaps a Whirlwind-like attack. Having fewer enemies, without getting experience for defeating them, helps you escape, which fits with Outta Sight as being very rogue-ish, maybe some kind of illusion rogue. Bow's damage isn't reliable in all cases, but she helps hide Mario to help him pace himself and wait out stronger attacks. She also helps sneak by enemies by turning you invisible in the overworld.

Watt - Watt only has one damaging move, her basic attack, Electro Dash, and this one actually has somewhat less power, but bypasses any Defense an enemy has! Power Shock attempts to paralyze one enemy, and later Mega Shock attempts to paralyze them all, stopping them from taking their turn. All of these can hit any kind of enemy. Turbo Charge gives Mario more attack power temporarily, but does not stack. Watt is obviously very focused on stalling enemies, buying Mario more time to do his thing, and has Turbo Charge to help him setup to overcome armour. Watt herself though, can bypass it entirely. She can also help see in dark areas, and reveal hidden things. Given the combination of status infliction and buffing in service of helping Mario land, I almost want to call Watt a kind of bard-like character., or maybe the combination of a blinding-light flavoured paralysis, buffing and illumination of darkness makes her some sort of light cleric.

Sushie - You can swim around on Sushie, so out of combat she's a boat. She can either Belly Flop to target any enemy, but can take relatiatory damage from spikes, or Squirt them with a jet of water to snipe safely. Either way, she can target anyone. Water Block is a ward that increases Mario's defense temporarily, which in this game can nullify the weakest attacks. Attacks that deal 1 now do nothing, and attacks that deal 2 do fully half, giving enemies the same issues that Bow can have. Tidal Wave is just a strong all-target water element attack. Sushie is some kind of warding mage, with a water theme, but can obviously attack, about as good as Bombette, who I called a damage-dealing mage.

Lakilester - Lakilester can float, helping Mario avoid floor hazards in dungeons, like Safe Passage from Dragon Quest, but at will, and for free. His first two battle abilities, Spiny Flip and Spiny Surge, attack one enemy and all enemies, respectively, and can target anything with no risk to Lakilester, but both do less damage than some of the other party member's attacks. Cloud Nine temporarily boosts Mario's evasion, and Hurricane is really just like Bow's Spook and attempts to blow away all enemies. Maybe it's because by the last member, I've seen it all already as was analyzing them, but I really can only compare Lakilester to other party members. He feels like a mix between Lady Bow and Sushie, except with a ward that focuses on evasion instead of defense (both mitigate damage and are very similar), which is also like Lady Bow, except gives Mario a chance to avoid an attack instead of skipping a turn to guarantee it. Besides raw damage output, his attacks are what you want out of only two slots, single and multi-target options without restricting target choice at all. He's kind of a jack-of-all-trades, maybe close to a red mage. Two basic, but different kinds of attacks, one buff, one (potential) instant death/escape spell, and hazard-warding/travel utility on the field, everything he does is different from the other.

That's it! That's every party member in Paper Mario 64, and I'm not planning to cover Mario himself because his constant presence in the party and power level is a core game mechanic, and I don't think he fits a class fantasy very specifically. I think I will do a couple of posts about The Thousand Year Door and compare those party members to these, as they fill a lot of the same roles, but with changes. There are also some unique ones I'd like to examine. Probably will take a look at a few other Mario RPGs eventually, likely Super Mario RPG.

[lyriumsings]

Ok, let’s get this over with here’s everything that was wrong with this ATLA adaptation. I’m gonna try to start from the beginning there’s a lot lmao:

I didn’t care for them showing the genocide of the air nomads. This is what i feel like what they meant by wanting to “appeal to GOT fans” it felt like it was trying to be edgy. Changing Aang to “needing to clear his head” instead of literally running away from his responsibilities because he’s a scared goddamn child was pure stupidity. And takes so much away from him. Even the scenes going back and showing Aang “being so much more special” than the other kids was so stupid. He wasn’t “so much more special” that’s the point. Up until Aang discovered he was the Avatar he was normal! He lived a normal life his friends treated him like everyone else! that’s literally WHY he ran away! Because they instantly started treating him differently after it became known he was the Avatar!!

Holy shit all the shit they tried to shove together in the arcs. From omashu to the southern air temple to sokka’s fucking ice berg trials. It was clunky, cheap, and downright disrespectful to the source material and I 100% support the creators leaving lmfao cuz this shit is a joke.

So much happens with so little explanation but at the same time core character traits are overexplained. They’re constantly saying “oh you’re so kind, you’re so fierce, etc” having characters verbally DESCRIBE other characters charter traits, instead of fucking showing it. Katara for example (just one of the many characters they fucking butchered but i digress) in the opening scene when Katara screams at Sokka for his sexist remarks and breaks the ice that showed just how unconsciously powerful she is at water bending. She is a prodigy. This is shown to you literally in the opening moments of the show. After discovering Aang in the iceberg Katara runs head first at the iceberg with Sokka’s boomerang to bust it open. This shows that Katara is impulsive and rash but kind and caring. She is literally breaking open the ice having no idea what it will do in the name of helping someone who clearly needs help (who realistically would most likely be dead) but she tried. Like that whole opening of ATLA told you so much about her character WITHOUT LITERALLY HOLDING YOUR HAND AND TELLING YOU. Then taking out Sokka’s sexism and letting him unlearn it was pure fucking lazy. Reducing Katara to “younger sister who needs to grow up” was a bad joke.

Like listen i’m not a “oh my god it should’ve been frame for frame like the cartoon” like there’s room for acceptable changes and space to add to the narrative. The way they got into Omashu was an acceptable change (not the jet part but hitching a ride was fine), adding Lu Tan’s funeral was GREAT it ADDED to the overall story and added depth to Iroh, even the bit with the Earth Kingdom soldier was good. Adding in Ozai’s little dogs at Azusa showing him pushing her behind the scenes and pitting her against Zuko was also nice imo. Like these are things they could’ve added and worked with the original creators on. Even the part where in the bar they’re like in the background easter-egging about the canyon episode like that was fine anything that was pure filler could’ve been mentioned in that way. But that’s the thing with ATLA few things are PURE filler. Almost every ep arc serves a genuine purpose, which is why shoving it all in a blender and hoping for the best was really not it.

Even Appa and Momo were reduced to like a mode of transportation (i also didn’t like this in legend of Korra bison became more like cars had less personality and purpose and were just A Way To Get Around i get why bc there were so many etc etc but still) and like a pet. When they’re not! they’re genuine characters! ESPECIALLY APPA! They play crucial roles in the plot they have a purpose and agency they’re not just “funky animal side kicks” which is what they feel reduced to, to me. Appa is so vital to the group and episode that is 90% silence and is just about his time away from aang is literally one of the best episodes in atla.

I haven’t even finished the whole thing yet this is just my thoughts so far based on what i remember rn through my disappointed rage lmao so ✨i’ll be back✨

[heygerald]

Love Mummified: (The Mummy, 1999)

OFC x OMC

Another excerpt for yet another story that doesn't really exist; but i guess this is my blog and i can do what i want right?

Catherine had never been fond of swimming; whereas her brothers enjoyed spending their time fooling around in the pond at their estate, she much preferred to be in the stables with her horse. She always felt swimming involved too much flailing, too much accidentally swallowed mouthfuls of bitter lake water, and after getting out she would be have to endure the process of toweling dry (which always took much too long in her opinion).

Two decades later and it seemed that her opinion on swimming had not changed. In fact, having to blindly swim in the dark away from a burning ship, following the others in hopes that they would find land, trying not to get kicked in the chin by Jonathan's too long legs, was what she considered to be a less than thrilling experience.

And by the time they made it to shore, water weighing down her pants and making her shirt completely see through, she was very nearly prepared to get back in the water if only to drown Rick O'Connell himself.

"You ever afraid your face will get stuck like that?" Louis asked as he extended a hand down towards Catherine. She had been flailing while trying to stand, boots much too heavy for walking, and of course it had taken the man no time at all to zero in on her struggles. "The frowning, I mean. It can't be comfortable. Heard a rumor about a lady that was like that forever; scared away all the men."

Drowning him without be that bad, either, she thought before slapping his hand away as aggressively as she could. The scowl deepened like a carving.

"The frown seems fitting considering the fact that you just threw me off a boat," she snapped.

"Saved your hide is more accurate," he teased just as she tripped over what she hoped was a log. He was there to pick her back up, of course, and though his hands were comfortably warm against the cold water dripping down her spine, Catherine really wasn't in the mood to be handled by anyone. "You alright? Didn't realize it'd be such a big fall down to the water. Didn't swallow any water, did you?"

She scowled but the angry retort froze on her lips when she realized that his question had been sincere. His eyes were big and wide, searching, and though his mouth was curled in a smile there was nothing mean about it.

She turned her nose up at him, anyhow. "Just fine, thanks."

Mr. Abbott grinned, about to say something else, when she tripped for a third time when something big and scaly startled in the water in front of her, jetting off in the opposite direction. Catherine leapt as high as one could in knee deep water and she would have fallen completely on her ass if she hadn't managed to jump right against Louis' chest.

He caught her with a chuckle, and she was even more startled when she turned to find his face mere inches from her own. Even in the dark she could make out the amusement sparkling in his eyes, as well as feel the laugh rumble through his chest.

"It was a—um—alligator," she grumbled, extracting herself from him as quickly as she could manage. His hand lingered on her waist when she tried to find her footing. "Or—or something big."

"Sure," he drawled. "I'd be happy to carry you to shore. To scare off the gators, of course."

Catherine's scowl returned full force. There was something so irritating about the man—how he could switch between infuriating to genuine and back again so easily—and she tried to remind herself of the fact that he had just thrown her off a boat without knowing if she could swim first. Infuriating seemed to be the thing to focus on. "Isn't there someone else you can bother?"

"And waste a perfectly good opportunity to help a damsel in distress?"

Catherine narrowed her scowl into something deadly; a look that any normal man may have taken to mean that she wasn't in the mood to joke around. Mr. Abbott clearly didn't understand the facial expressions of women, however, and as she fumbled towards the shore his smile widened as he swept his gaze over her.

"I can assure you that Jonathan is more a damsel than I am," she snarked. Rick was helping Evelyn a bit further ahead, while Jonathan was proving her point by awkwardly staggering in the reeds to their right. "One that is much less likely to hit you for being handsy, anyway."

Louis chuckled warmly, and heat rushed her cheeks. How was he so difficult to offend? Was he simply that obtuse or did he have a thing for rude women?

Catherine watched him wring out his hat before dropping the misshapen garment onto his head with a wet thwack. "It wouldn't be the first time a lady slapped me. Just the first time it was a beautiful lady. That seems like a fair trade off to me."

She sighed through her nose. Obtuse it was.

Graciously, she wasn't alone. Catherine's gaze darted towards Evelyn as they approached the others on the beach, and though the librarian seemed a tad more hysteric than the others, Catherine took great comfort in the fact that at least someone seemed to understand the unfortunate situation they were now stuck in.

"We've lost everything!" she was saying, hands wringing water out of her hair. "All of our tools, my equipment, my books!"

"Your books aren't really the biggest problem here, lady," Rick said as he dropped his rucksack onto the ground with a solid thump. Next, he pulled his gun out of its holster to check it thoroughly for damage. His dejected sigh seemed to indicate that the weapon didn't entirely appreciate their impromptu swim anymore than Catherine did. "We need guns."

"Guns?" Evelyn cried. "This is a historical expedition!"

"And clearly someone isn't too happy about it. Or am I the only one that remembers the guy trying to kill you?" he snarked.

"Kill her?" Catherine echoed. She glanced around the group to find that the others seemed just as surprised as she did. "Why the hell would someone want to kill Evelyn?"

The woman in mention bristled at her cursing, but did seem just as upset about it as everyone else. Her hands were shaking when she wiped them down the length of her face in thought. "I may have one or two ideas, but—"

Someone whistled sharply from the other bank, and the group turned to find the little man in the fez—Rick and Louis' old comrade, as she had been told—waving at them with the white flash of a grin. Both men groaned in annoyance, sharing identical looks of displeasure that spoke to how little they thought of Beni's attitude.

"Hey O'Connell," he sang in a lilting voice. "Looks to me like we've got all the horses!"

Catherine's jaw dropped, before snapping shut with an audible click when she realized that he was right.

Still, Rick didn't take the hit without his own smug reply, shouting, "hey Beni! It looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the river!"

Beni hadn't seemed to realize that and when he did his shoulders dropped with a kick to the ankle-deep water he was standing in. The Americans moved past him with the horses in mention, and Catherine couldn't help the steam that billowed out of her ears at the sight. She squared her shoulders at Rick with a glare, and when he noticed it, he quickly occupied his time sorting through his bag.

"That's three horses you've lost me now, Rick! Three!"

"Well—it's not like I meant to," he argued, waving a hand around vaguely. "How was I suppose to know that Evelyn would catch the boat on fire?"

"I caught the boat on fire?" Evelyn screeched.

"The fact that you end up in positions like this should be reason enough to expect something like this to happen! Don't think I won't be adding this to the bill that you owe me," Catherine continued, not at all liking the thought of Beni riding one of her beloved steeds. "Honestly! How can you be such a disaster?"

"Hey," he swung a hand towards her, pointing. "I'm not the one that caused that whole mess. Miss Librarian over here is the one that insisted we go to Hamunaptra in the first place," he jabbed a thumb at Evelyn, before swinging his hand towards her brother. "And he's the one that was running his big mouth about where we were going with the Americans."

"Oi!" Jonathan scoffed at the same time that Evelyn crossed one arm over the other and said, "I beg your pardon!"

Three people now stood scowling at Rick, and with the cool night chill sweeping through their group, it seemed apparent that they were in for a miserable night. As tactfully as he could manage—which to say, was not at all—Louis sidled up next to his friend with a grimace.

"You may want to quit while you're ahead, Ricky," he muttered with a sage pat to his friend's back.

Rick threw off his touch with a steely look, before stooping low to grab his rucksack off the ground. It wasn't long before he was stomping off, leaving everyone else no choice but to hope that he knew where he was going.

"Honestly," Evelyn muttered. Jonathan had the good grace to give her his coat—even though it was just as wet as the rest of them—and slowly the two siblings began ambling in his wake, the warden not far behind.

Catherine glanced miserably at the horses on the other bank of the water.

"Still thinking about swimming back to the boat?" Louis drawled.

"Considering going with the Americans," she said; it was as much of a joke as a reality, but he didn't seem to take her all that seriously. "I loved that horse, you know. He was purebred, the sweetest little thing, first one that I got when I came to Egypt."

"We make it to Hamunaptra and you can buy yourself another. A better one."

"O'Connell can buy me another, but if we run into the little fez again you can surely expect me to take him back," she corrected as they slowly made after the others. "He already owes me two from the last adventure he got himself roped into."

"You didn't go on that one?"

Catherine shook her head. "Graciously."

"Ah, please," he bumped his shoulder into hers, grinning warmly when she shot him a wary glance in return. Nothing seemed to bother him; not the wet clothes the soggy boots or the lack of horses. Instead, he seemed to thrive on this sort of trouble. As if he enjoyed living life by the seat of his pants. "This is probably the most excitement you've ever had other than getting a good sale on a pretty hat."

She scrunched her nose at him, trying not to be offended, but finding it quite hard when he managed to hit the nail on the head. Though she had come to Egypt without anything but a trunk of clothes, and while running away from her stifling homelife hadn't been an easy choice to make, since she got to Egypt Catherine had found herself erring on the side of caution. Money was hard to come by when one didn't have rich parents to pay her checks, and work wasn't something that she could skimp on if she wanted a place to sleep at night.

Truthfully, while her life had begun when she came to Cairo, the only true adventures—the ones she dreamed of as a little girl—existed when Rick O'Connell showed up at her door with a grin.

"I hate hats," she sniped. Then, feeling petty, gave his own hat a disdainful look. "And perhaps for good reason if they all look like that."

"Well—hey! What's wrong with my hat?!"

"Other than the fact that it looks like a skinned cat?" she cooed, mouth curling into a smirk when she finally managed to wipe that smug look off his face. Catherine gave an airy shrug. "Well, nothing I suppose. But have you ever heard the saying about putting lipstick on a pig?"

Louis' step faltered in shock at her blatant insult, giving Catherine enough time to catch up to Evelyn. She looped her arm through the woman's with a coy smile when she heard his feet dragging behind her.

"Walk with me?" she asked.

"Getting tired of the male company already?"

"Do you ever wonder what the world would be like if women were in charge of everything?" Catherine mused in a stage whisper. "I can't help but think it would be quite thrilling if this mess of a trip is anything to go by."

Evelyn seemed to understand exactly where she was coming from and in response sighed hard enough for her shoulders to droop from lost tension. "Only all day, every day."

"Oi!" Jonathan cried for the second time that night. Both women glanced at him in unison. If the scandalous look on his face was anything to go by, he was clearly in hearing range of their conversation. "What have I done?"

"Absolutely nothing, dear," Evelyn cooed.

"And that seems to be the problem, doesn't it?" Catherine tacked on with a witty grin. Evelyn hadn't seemed to expect such an answer and slapped a hand to her mouth to keep the giggles at bay. "Now, why don't you tell me about one of your books. I could use a good story."

Evelyn beamed at the request. "Well, oh—where to even start? I'm assuming you know the legend of Hamunaptra, but what most people don't realize is that..."

[pricescigar]

The Young Rookie

Summary: Elvira Wolff finally joined S.T.A.R.S after giving the opportunity she cannot refuse, after showing remarkable movements and fighting skills. It caught the interest of the Captain, wanting to know more about her past due to a deep familiarity about her.

"Nein! Bitte no more-! I don't want to go in there! " Elvira's screams grew louder, the pain was unbearable. She was kicking trying to get out of the scientist's arms, the man grunted a few times holding onto the small girl.

"Shut up already!" The man yelled at the girl, he held her in his arms tighter before bringing her into a room. Tying her into a chair, tying both of her arms and legs. The Scientist got the syringe that was resting up on the tray, grabbing a small vile that had the T-virus inside of it.  

"We must further your mutation, girl." The Scientist mused, he didn't care if Elvira didn't listen or took into account how scared she was. He pressed the sharp needle against and pressed down watching the virus go inside of her body.

Notes: 

Patient is showing exceptional progress… SuperHuman strength, Super agility, and Super Healing /Immortality as of now… Patient ow shows full immunity to the T-Virus. Further Viruses will be used in the future.

Date: 2nd of May 1980 

Signed: Dietrich Wolff 

 

. . .

1st January 1997 , 9:00am.

Raccoon City, Arklay County.

RPD Police Station. 

S.T.A.R.S office.

Elvira's first day as a S.T.A.R.S officer, arrived quicker than she imagined. It'd been only a couple weeks since she was scouted by S.T.A.R.S, temporarily she'd been in the army to get out of the Orphanage in Berlin, Germany. Just at the shy age of nineteen… That was before S.T.A.R.S pulled her out of the Army, after seeing the great potential she had. Seeing that she had better potential elsewhere. She quickly got put into the Alpha Team, which was led by none other than Albert Wesker. Elvira arrived at the Police Station early in the morning, and found her way to the S.T.A.R.S office which wasn't too hard to find on her own. When she knocked on the door, the door suddenly opened and Wesker was standing there.

"You just be Elvira Wolff, welcome to S.T.A.R.S. Come in." Wesker opened the door for her, Elvira quietly thanked him and she walked into the office.

Already Elvira could feel her cheeks heating up a little, out of shyness, and also because of the man standing right in front of her. Wesker.

"How was the flight? I hope it wasn't too bad." Wesker asked, trying to make small talk in hopes it would make her less nervous and skittish. To make her feel a little more comfortable, Wesker couldn't help but stare at her. There was something familiar about her.

"Oh the flight was gut, danke… A little bit jet lagged but I'll be fine." Elvira reassured him a little, the red blush was still on her cheeks. She couldn't help but admire how attractive he was, minus the cold exterior.

Wesker simply nodded and began to show Elvira around the office; She got introduced to Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers, Kevin Dooley, Edward Dewey, Forest Speyer, Joseph Frost, Kenneth J. Sullivan, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini and of course Wesker himself. A lot of names to remember but Elvira took note and tried to remember their faces.

After the small tour since their office wasn't too big Elvira got given her uniform, and she headed to the changing room to get changed into her S.T.A.R.S uniform. It felt a little surreal to her but she still couldn't believe that she made it. Elvira still felt the anxiety in her stomach, she didn't want to disappoint everyone around her. Which is why she'd prove herself to be the best person to rely on.

Elvira walked back into the office, people began to work on a couple of things already. All the while Elvira had gone through the basic procedures by Wesker, do's and don't ect. She also got given her pistol which she put into her Holster for now.

"Does everything make sense Miss Wolff? I'm usually not the type of man to repeat myself." Wesker asked in a serious tone, staring at her intently.

"Nein I got everything, danke…" Elvira replied softly, Wesker did intimate her a little. Not by a long shot but for now she wanted to remain cautious of him.

The day seemed to be going smoothly. Chris was training Elvira since Wesker had a lot on his plate for the moment, and sadly couldn't take part in the other forms of training. And other means… Had interested him instead. Wesker was in his office just going through the documents that Elvira had given him to help with her identity, and all of the necessary details. There was barely any information about her, which made Wesker curious but also suspicious at the same time.

Elvira showed remarkable skills in the shooting range, her reflexes were quite quick and good. A little too good, Chris and the others watched in admiration. Training their young rookie, to be the best that she can.

All the information he could find out about Elvira, as the fact she'd been in the Orphanage since she was five years old due to her father losing Custody and had been in the Orphanage ever since. Wesker did some digging and found that her father was an Umbrella scientist. He died due to being killed whilst in Prison.

Not to mention Elvira was extremely intelligent as well which was a plus, he looked through her medical records which most were Redacted. But that didn't stop him before, there was something about this girl that intrigued him. He needed to do some more digging about her… There was so much that he didn't know about her, he was determined… Determined to know more.

The many questions ran through his mind; 

How does she move so quickly? 

How much strength/willpower does she actually have? 

Was there something he didn't know for once? 

He needed to know more.

Wesker however had other means to attend to; he was cooped away in his office, making phone calls on a secure line. Risky, but this call was far too important.

"Come on, give me her file. I need this." Wesker spoke coldly to the other person on the line, he was beginning to run out of the little patience he barely had.

"Alright … Alright…" The person's voice was muffled and very much discreet, from the other line he could hear the person shuffling looking for the files hearing a few papers creasing. "You're lucky that these files are still here. I'll send them to you." 

"Appreciated." Wesker ended the call there, and disconnected the secure line. It was quite rare when he did these calls but the name, Wolff. Rung a bell. 

The Doctor Dietrich Wolff was part of Umbrella in the 60's, he made a name for himself in the European Division and American division. He regularly worked with Albert Wesker, William Birkin and James Marcus in the past. Maybe that's why the surname sounded so familiar to Wesker? His offspring. His wife, Mia Wolff, gave birth to a baby daughter in the early 70's. But the wife sadly passed due to birth complications, the baby being Elvira. Though it was revealed that Dietrich had injected himself with the T-Virus in order to make the perfect baby. The perfect product of Umbrella. It was presumed he had died due to the Golgotha virus not accepting his body, such a cruel fate. Especially in Prison. From the age of Five that's when all information about Elvira seemed to have disappeared.

After the training Elvira was sitting down watching the others train, she watched their movements; How they parried, attacked, how they defended themselves. She took mental note of all of their movements. Chris soon sat down beside her giving her a kind smile. 

"Good work out there Rookie, I've never seen someone fight like that before." Chris complimented her. "Looks like the Military experience puts you to good use in the end."

"Well I'm always willing to learn other things as well." Elvira added to Chris' reply, she smiled shyly.

"Well if there's any problems, don't hesitate to ask one of us. Or even if you need help, alright?" Chris placed a hand on her shoulder.

Elvira nodded to his words. "Danke, I deeply appreciate it." She replied, she was overwhelmed by all the kindness she was given. In a good way of course, she had never felt like this before. Maybe moving to Raccoon City would be a good thing after all.

[grizzlyofthesea]

Dumb Vocaloid Headcanons Part 1: Internet Co.

All

Andriods/robots of various levels of human resemblance

Voicebank upgrades correspond to hardware upgrades.

Primarily made for music, but they also have combat skills.

Each one has a unique music-related weapon/ability, which I'll elaborate on in another post. (I got this idea from the manga Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter. It's...an experience. Kinda chaotic, and the translation I found isn't always the clearest, but it's cute, harmless fun focused on the first few Internet Co. Vocaloids. If you want to see himbo Gackpo in a fundoshi, this is the manga for you.)

Generally get along well with the Cryptonloids

One huge, generally happy family

Camui Gackpo (Gackpoid)

The most robotic/android-like of the bunch in terms of physical structure, but good gosh, does he have feelings

His "bodysuit" is just what his body looks like (he can morph it into a more human-looking appearance, though), and that weird glowy spot on his chest is his power core.

Can change his eye and power core colors at will

Has a whole army of eggplant horses

A chivalrous gentleman, but he has his goofy moments

An expert in hair care

Cishet ally

Dating/in love with GUMI

GUMI (Megpoid)

Huge science and sci-fi nerd

Has a visible battery gauge on each of her designs, which takes the form of a red jewel. It blinks when her battery is running low. (another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

BFFs with Miku, Luka, Lily, and CUL

Owns a carrot rocket equipped with missiles

Her goggles have several functions, including night vision, tracking, and looking cool.

Lives for the aesthetics of the 1960s-1980s

A little bit scatterbrained, but she tries

Hoping that everyone else (or at least Gackpo and Una) joins her on VOCALOID6 and gets an AI voicebank

Bisexual

Dating/in love with Gackpo

Lily

Beta/production name was Yuripoid (not actually, but in my headcanon). This didn't stick for multiple reasons.

Her tattoo doubles as a battery meter, "draining" from top to bottom as her power depletes.

Likes lollipops (yet another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

The "cool older sister" of the group

Infamous for speeding on her motorcycle

Keeps a couple of beehives, from which she harvests honey

Demi/heteroromantic asexual

Exchanges makeup tips with Gackpo

Ryuto (Gachapoid)

Obsessed with dinosaurs, to the point where he has memorized every species

Basically GUMI's little brother

His arm warmers serve to make his elbow joints slightly less obvious; his shoes do the same thing for his ankles.

Favorite meal is dino nuggies with waffle fries

Friends with Yuki and Oliver

Really wants a pet puppy

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Big fan of FNAF, even if it scares him sometimes

A little bit self-conscious about his buck teeth

Always carries a notebook and markers with him in his backpack

CUL

Huge Madoka Magica fan; cried at Sayaka's death

Doesn't always get along with her sisters, but she loves them all dearly

Gets into arguments with Gackpo over who "stole" the other's hairstyle

Her eyes double as cameras

Favorite foods are Pocky and tempura shrimp

Shops exclusively at thrift stores and Hot Topic

Knows all the jokes about her name's meaning in French; not amused at all

Lesbian; has a bit of a crush on flower

Secretly collects porcelain dolls

galaco

Huge space nerd

Loves to nerd out over space with GUMI

Has always wanted to be a princess

Has jet boots; can use them to float in place or skate around

The first one to lack any visibly robotic traits

BFFs with MAYU

Loves listening to video game soundtracks

Aroace

Plays a lot of TF2 in her spare time; mains Demoman

kokone

Kind of shy, especially around new people

Huge book nerd; favorite genre is fantasy

LOVES animals

Favorite food is raindrop cake

Surprisingly big fan of horror movies

Gets cold easily

Likes to do prank phone calls with GUMI; they switch places periodically, pretending to be the same person

Trans girl (pronouns are she/her); polysexual

Wants to write and illustrate her own manga series

Rana

Technically developed by We've Inc. as a collab with Internet Co., but since she's the only one from We've Inc, the Internet Co. crew includes her as one of their own.

Really wants to be a magical girl; has designed her own weapon and transformation device

Has a massive collection of teddy bears

Practically lives in her hoodie

Feels a bit weird about being literally 0 years old, but tries to ignore it

Sugar cookies make her life worth living

Carries a variety of glitter with her at all times

Chika

The mom friend

Has regular lunch outings with Mew and MEIKO

A talented tailor

Lives for vintage clothing

Has an entire cupboard full of various herbal teas

A little bit disappointed about her unpopularity, but she has mostly accepted it at this point

Tends a butterfly garden

Cishet ally

Really good at cooking and baking

Otomachi Una

Her hat is alive.

Views Rana as a rival; Rana doesn't really care

Looks up to GUMI

Can hold her breath for ten minutes

Tends a koi pond

Loves to experiment with different hair dyes

Sometimes wears fake glasses for the sake of fashion

Owns a swimmable mermaid tail (fades from indigo to lime green, then cotton candy pink); loves showing it off

Just beginning to question her sexuality

Will eat every piece of cheesecake in a five mile radius

ROSA

A CeVIO/upcoming SynthV vocal rather than a Vocaloid, but since she was made in collaboration with Internet Co. and CUL is her older sister, she hangs out with the Internet Co. crew often

Gets along well with Gackpo for their shared love of traditional Japanese culture

Insists that she "was born in the wrong generation"

Loves rose-flavored macarons, but her favorite food is salmon nigiri

Gets picked on by some of her older sisters, so she has learned to be a bit sassy as a defense mechanism

Genderfaer (pronouns are she/her and occasionally they/them); pansexual

In the process of collecting all of the Vocaloid Nendoroids (except the Miku ones; there are way too many)

[thebettermoon]

Eister X BlackChubbyReader

Disclaimer: This is just an insert for the first chapter. I will drop this chapter soon and more.

Trigger: mentions of racism, fat shaming & bullying

The full chapter is out !!!

Chapter 1

Eiser had no interest in someone who was known not to be up to the standards of high society, someone who did her best in the shadows and was known not to be a great "look" for him.

It was planned to be with Younger Sister Serena. She would be the perfect fit, but since her strong rejection of the idea, you were the next best thing to get him in control of the hotel.

So that fateful morning, your wedding, the day he will whisk you away to "love" him. You bolt out of there!

You just can't. The world has already been cruel. They couldn't respect the curves on your body, the pigment of your skin, and the identity you wake up with. What would a stranger, especially a stranger from the Grayson family, feel? You didn't want to wait to see.

You were able to sneak around the courthouse, but there were guards at every exit. You held your trail as you ran into the gardens as your last-ditch attempt. The walls were a bit tall but nothing you haven't done before. You bunched up your dress and threw your very expensive shoes to the side. You walked through the freshly watered flower bed and realized you needed a head start. The eroding stone walls were perfect to climb but a little bit too tall to do under a minute. Considering she had been gone for over an hour now and I am sure your family has probably been able to break the toilet door down to see in their horror she had jumped out the window.

You readied a stance, pushed all your nerves down, and calmed yourself. She needed to push hard so she could get halfway.

"Is there a problem, ma'am? Why are you here?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!!

I was so close. Now some guard with such a condescending tone thinks he can stop me by snooping around in others' business.

You turn around to confront the guard trying to get him to leave, but you are instead shocked. He was wearing an all-white suit with gold accessories, was tall, a good foot or two taller, with pale pearl skin, jet-black hair, and a blank expression, but most jarring was his piercing blue eyes. It didn't take an idiot to know all that equaled to a Grayson, aka my future husband if I don't start moving.

"I think you got it wrong, sir. I am just a maid." Your voice creaked as you slowly walked backwards, but he followed you.

"A maid in the very expensive wedding dress I paid for and not on my wife, that's a new one." A deep chuckle came before he leaned in so close, his breath was fanning you.

His expression was blank but still intimidating as if he couldn't care less if I was killed on the spot.

"I understand you're scared, but this is not the way you confront this reality that we are getting married." Eiser leaned back to show his full height, giving some much-needed space.

"I am scared too, but seeing you try to run up a wall at just the thought of marrying me is making me feel wayyyyy better." Eiser cracked a wide smile and leaned back to let out a deep laugh. He smiled... Is this man a Grayson or an imposter?

In my state of shock, Eiser walked around to get my shoes, cleaning the dirt off and came to kneel in front of me. He touched my ankle with his icy fingers, snapping me back to reality.

"I was able to convince everyone to let me search alone for you, but they are going to come after me too. If they see you like this, they are going to know what happened. Good thing the dress isn't a mess at all."

He lifted up my feet and slipped my feet gently into the heels. He unintentionally sneaked a hand up my thigh to steady me after going to the next foot. My skin shivered as he squeezed it slightly. I don't know what is happening and how he is so nice. Every time I heard of the Graysons, it was anything but human, know one of them were on their knees to someone like me...