#there is. a microchip. behind her ear

[fandommothfreak]

My favorite part about starting a futuristic sci-fi fantasy book without reading the description first is trying to figure out if it's a dystopia or if the microchip behind the main girl's ear that hijacks her optic nerves into seeing her phone notifications is just a fun world-building detail.

[killersfool]

The dog dilemma | John Carter x reader

pairing: season one john carter x reader

word count: 5.5k

synopsis: idek i just wrote this because it’s exam season and i needed a way to escape from the stress

also i only just started watching ER so this may super inaccurate im sorry if so 😭🙏🙏

and i wrote this on my phone so grammar will be interesting… hope u enjoy anyway xxx

“So who’s the unlucky guy?” I asked, stepping into the OR with a trembling bundle of fur in my arms — ribs showing through her matted coat, wide eyes flitting across the sterile chaos of the room. She let out a soft whimper, curling tighter into my chest.

The entire trauma team turned toward me. For a second, there was a hush, followed by the near-silent stifling of laughter. Everyone except the man holding the door. His expression was composed but curious. ‘John Carter,’ read the badge clipped to his white coat.

“Who are you?” one of the doctors asked as he approached me, his hands still gloved and stained with red, while the rest returned their attention to the broken body on the gurney — blood pooled around the man like a halo. He was barely conscious, what was left of his shirt soaked and torn.

“Dr. Y/L/N. Vet. I work at the clinic down the road,” I replied calmly, shifting the dog gently in my arms as she buried her face into my coat. “This girl came into my practice this morning, shaking, biting everything that moved. Pupils blown, heart racing. I figured she’d been drugged. Took some digging, but I traced her microchip. Turns out the man you're treating is her owner.”

Carter’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He looked at me as if I’d just added a new variable to a very complicated equation.

The attending doctor nodded. “He’s not stable yet, but when we’ve finished patching him up, I’ll send someone to find you. Carter—staff room. Please.”

Carter offered a small nod and stepped aside, gesturing me into the hallway with a quiet, “This way.”

We walked together through the endless hospital corridors, Carter guiding the way. I noticed how he kept glancing at the dog, whose tail now flicked lightly against my arm.

“What’s her name?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost cautious as if the wrong word might set her trembling again.

I turned the collar outward. “No tag. No name. But she’s a girl,” I said, smiling faintly as she licked his hand, tentative but trusting.

“She’s sweet,” he murmured, rubbing behind her ears. “We’ve actually had five dog bite victims come in today. All of them a little... off. I thought it was weird. That guy in particular—he came in with scratches, bites, and a pocket full of cocaine and something that looked like a switchblade. Pretty sure she wasn’t the one on a rampage.”

“No,” I said, my throat tightening. “She’s been hurt, too. You can tell she’s used to it — the flinching, the shivering. Poor girl. I think she just snapped. I want to take her home with me once this is over. It seems like she likes me.”

“I think she does,” Carter agreed quietly.

We passed through a dozen corridors, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead mixing with the echo of hurried footsteps and faraway calls from nurses. He held every door open for me like it was second nature. I noticed he kept fiddling with his stethoscope — a little tell of nerves, perhaps.

Halfway down the corridor, I held the dog out to him. “Here,” I offered. “You seem a bit anxious. She’s good for that.”

He hesitated for just a moment before accepting her. She curled against him like she'd known him all her life.

In the staff room, warm and cluttered, he poured me coffee. I sat on the old, too-soft sofa, tucking my feet beneath me. There were blankets in a messy pile in the corner, a few medical paperbacks on the table, and an untouched sandwich sitting on a plate. 

“You been working here long?” I asked, watching him take a seat beside me, the dog now happily nestled across both our laps.

“Only a few weeks,” he said, passing me the mug. “I’m a third year med student.”

I smiled, relieved. “Oh, yeah? I’m a trainee vet. Still in the thick of it. God, it’s nice to talk to someone my age. Everyone at the clinic is older. Brilliant, but�� not the easiest to bond with. I feel like I haven’t had a real conversation in weeks. All we actually talk about is one condition after the next. They find it impossible to talk about anything else. I think they’re just not sure whether it’s being unprofessional or not. I like a good bit of conversation though.”

He nodded, quickly. “Same. It’s definitely very different to my last placement. Dermatology. It was so quiet compared to this.”

“I bet. I can’t imagine how overwhelming emergency medicine is.”

He glanced down at his cup. “It is. But when it matters — really matters — and you do something right… there’s nothing like it.”

“That’s a great feeling. You’ll figure out if it’s for you. There’s no rush.”

“And you? How’s life with the animals?”

“I love it,” I said, leaning back. “But it’s heavy. Some days you have to be decide who lives, who gets another chance. That part never gets easier.”

“You’re braver than I am,” he said. “I can’t imagine having to decide when to let go.”

“Oh, so you’re fine with dying people, but sad puppies are a line too far?” I teased, grinning.

He laughed. “It’s different, okay? The dying part is never easy, but I signed up for it. It’s just… animals. They’re so… helpless.”

We were both rubbing her belly now. She let out a contented huff, and for a second, our hands met. My fingers grazed his and lingered, and he looked up — cheeks flushed pink, eyes a little wide.

And then, the door creaked open.

Dr. Greene stood in the doorway, expression neutral but knowing.

“He’s stable,” he said. “Barely. But you’ll get your chance to speak with him. Now’s good, if you’re ready.”

I blinked, suddenly remembering why I was here. My mind had gone fuzzy from my brief conversation with Carter.

Carter glanced at me, then back at Greene. “I’ll come too.”

Dr. Greene raised a brow. “You’re supposed to be observing trauma, not making friends with vets.”

“She brought a lead in a weird case. It’s relevant.”

He said it without blinking, and I smiled down at the dog in his arms. She was asleep now, belly rising and falling softly, utterly unaware she’d just become the quiet centre of a much darker story.

“I’m coming,” I said, getting to my feet, brushing down my coat. “Let’s find out who this man really is.”

The hallway was quieter now than it had been before. A bit of a lull from the previous chaos. 

“What’s your name by the way?” Carter asked as we approached the elevator.

“Y/N.” I smiled. We were now stood in the elevator. Just the two of us. He was close and I could see the glimmer in his eyes, the stubble patterned upon his jaw, the freckles on his nose. “John, right? Or do you prefer Dr. Carter.”

“John’s fine,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “Dr. Carter makes me sound like I know what I’m doing.”

I laughed. “Well, you seemed like the calmest person in the room earlier.”

“That’s because I was far away. Keeping my distance.” John shook his head as if remembering the blood everywhere. “It wasn’t nice.”

“Not at all.”

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and the quiet that met us was unnerving. The trauma floor was even quieter than the previous one. A few nurses were running up and down the corridor but the sudden silence was deafening.

John stood a little closer than necessary, the dog still tucked carefully in his arms. I could hear the faint, wet sound of her breathing — the way she sighed when she knew she was safe.

The patient’s room was tucked into a corner, half-shielded by a privacy curtain. From the hallway, I could see his legs, one bandaged, the other still streaked with dried blood. A heart monitor blinked steadily beside him.

Dr. Greene gestured us in. “He’s conscious. Barely. Don’t push him.”

John looked at me. “Want me to stay?”

“Yes,” I said, before I could second-guess myself. “I think she’ll want you to, too.”

We stepped inside together. The man’s face was pale and sunken, with hollow eyes that barely registered the room. But when he saw the dog, something in him shifted. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

“This is your dog,” I said gently, stepping closer. “She came into my clinic this morning. She was terrified. I think she’s been hurt.”

His eyes moved to John, then back to me. Then to the dog.

“I need to know what happened,” I said. “She’s not aggressive anymore. She’s traumatised. If someone used her… hurt her… I want to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

His eyes welled, just slightly, but he blinked the tears away with a suddenness that startled me. And then he whispered, voice raw and papery:

“Not me.”

John frowned. “What do you mean?”

“She’s mine,” he said, each word broken like old glass. “But I didn’t… I never…”

He closed his eyes, chest rising in a shaky breath. “They took her.”

“Who?” I asked. I could feel John’s shoulder just brushing mine, grounding me.

He didn’t answer right away. His hand twitched weakly against the sheets, like he was reaching for something he couldn’t quite grasp. “House got broken into. A week ago. Took my cash, my pills. Took her, too. I looked everywhere..”

My stomach turned. John swore under his breath, soft enough the man wouldn’t hear, but loud enough for me to feel.

“She got out,” I said, more to myself than anyone. “She found her way back.”

“She always did,” the man said, a ghost of pride in his voice.

“And the knife?” I asked him. “The drugs?”

He flinched, and for a second I thought he wouldn’t answer.

“I took them,” he finally admitted. “After. For protection. To feel something. I didn’t know what they gave her — what they’d done. When I found her again this morning, she was just lying in the alley by my place. She didn’t even bark. Just looked at me. Like she was waiting for me to come get her. Like she knew. Then she attacked me.”

His voice broke.

“You didn’t do this to her?” I asked softly, even though I already knew the answer.

“No,” he whispered. “I swear on my life. I’ve had her since she was eight weeks old. She was the only good thing I ever did right.”

I nodded, swallowing down the lump in my throat. John caught my eye, his expression unreadable — somewhere between fury and something gentler, something like awe. For the dog, maybe. For her resilience.

“I’ll make sure she’s safe,” I said quietly. “You focus on getting better.”

The patient’s eyes fluttered closed. The machines hummed. It felt like a curtain had dropped, and for a moment, there was nothing more to say.

John and I slipped out of the room quietly, the dog stirring against his chest with a sleepy sigh. The hallway was still, the hum of the hospital folding around us like a second silence.

We stopped at the end of the corridor. I leaned against the wall, breath catching just slightly. John stood in front of me, and his hand moved upwards as if to comfort me but it fell back down before he did.

“So,” John said, “That was unexpected.”

I looked up at him, then at the dog — her eyes closed again, her chin tucked under his collarbone like she’d found the safest place in the world.

“It was. I believe him but I’m not sure if I should give her back.”

“You don’t think he’ll be able to take care of her?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know. Not now, anyway. Maybe later. Once he’s clean. Once he’s safe.”

John nodded, thoughtful. “So what happens now?”

“I take her home,” I said, reaching up to stroke the dog’s ear. “Give her a name. A bed. Something soft.”

He smiled, just a little. “She’s lucky.”

We stood like that for a long moment.

“I’m off shift in a few hours,” he said suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck again. “If you’re still around… maybe we could get a coffee. Or… something.”

I felt the corners of my mouth lift, slow and sure. “I’d like that. I finish at 6, what about you?”

“Oh God.” He winced. “Ten.”

“That’s okay. I only live down the road. I’ll meet you out back.”

“You sure? It’ll be dark. I can meet you at your place?” He said it like it was a warning, but there was something else behind it — concern, maybe, or the kind of gentle hesitation that people use when they’re not quite sure they’re allowed to care yet.

“John,” I said gently. “I’ve done enough night shifts to know the streets. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” he said at last. “Ten, then.”

He passed me the dog, and I gathered her into my arms, her body warm against mine. I watched him walk away—those slightly awkward steps, the nervous scratch behind his ear. He was strange. But something in me liked his strangeness. I liked how it met mine in the middle.

I was already looking forward to seeing him again.

-

By the time I got home, I was tired. I’d gotten back to the clinic and was handed all the worst cases. It was emotionally exhausting but the thought of seeing John again stirred something in me to keep going. 

The dog—my dog for now—paced the living room cautiously, sniffing corners like they would suddenly vanish. I’d thrown a blanket over the couch and left out a bowl of water. She ate a few mouthfuls of dog food before curling into the blanket like she’d always known it would be hers.

I sat on the floor beside her, my hand resting on the warm curve of her back.

“You need a name,” I whispered into the air. “I’m terrible with names.”

My eyes wandered around the room—over posters of long-lost concerts, vintage film stills, old favourite TV shows. My gaze landed on the Fleetwood Mac poster. Gold Dust Woman.

“Goldie?” I offered softly.

Her tail gave a lazy, half-hearted thump against the floor. Just once. But it was enough.

“Goldie it is.”

-

The walk to the hospital was quiet. The streets were mostly empty - just the occasional late train in the distance, the faint pattering of rain against the ground. I’d changed out of my scrubs into a dark blue dress and a black leather jacket, my hair pinned up out of my face. For some reason, I wanted to impress him, to stick in his mind. It was unlike me. 

I reached the back of the hospital just after ten. There was no one out there. A couple doctors having their cigarette break and the rare hum of traffic.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the brick wall, trying to look casual, but my chest was too tight, breath too shallow. I hated that I cared so much. Hated that I’d gone home and changed and sprayed perfume on the inside of my wrists like I was eighteen again and waiting for a boy to show up in a car. I glanced at the doctors smoking nearby, resisting the urge to ask for a cigarette myself—though it would’ve added to the drama.

Then the door creaked open, spilling warm light onto the street.

John stepped out, running a hand through his hair. He looked exhausted. Beautiful, but exhausted.

He saw me instantly and smiled—not wide, not performative—just a soft upturn, like he’d been waiting too, like something in him relaxed the moment he spotted me.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. Rough. 

He wore scrubs now. I could imagine how bloodied his white jacket might be after a shift. His trousers were held up by suspenders, and I couldn’t help but find them a little endearing, a small charm amid the fatigue.

“You’re late,” I said, even though I didn’t mind.

He glanced at his watch. “Three minutes. That’s practically early for me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Doctors.”

He smiled again, then took a step closer. His eyes moved over me for a second — not in a way that made me feel on display, but like he noticed everything, so observant.

“You look…” He paused, cleared his throat. “Nice.” Then a faint blush crept over his cheeks.

I raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Nice? That’s the best you’ve got?”

He chuckled softly, looking down like he knew he deserved that. “I’m a little short on adjectives after twelve hours.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll take it.” I stepped closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel his warmth. He smelled of antiseptic soap and something distinctly him—a quiet comfort that made me want to lean into him without really knowing why.

“You’ve got blood on your hair, you know?” I said softly, reaching up to brush a stray dark smudge from his temple.

He closed his eyes at my touch, as if savouring the moment, then opened them slowly, meeting my gaze. “Guess it’s a souvenir,” he murmured.

I smiled, fingertips lingering for just a moment longer before pulling back. “You smell like the ER.”

He laughed quietly, the sound rough but genuine. “And you smell like you’ve been waiting for me.”

I looked away, feeling my cheeks warm. “Maybe I was.”

Then, without thinking, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered—just a second too long—and I leaned into it before I could stop myself.

“I thought you might’ve bailed,” I whispered.

He smiled, a slow, tired smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was real enough. “Not a chance. I missed you. I missed the dog. That was the highlight of my day.”

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, stepping back gently. “There’s a café not far from here. It’s still open.”

John hesitated, just for a second, then nodded.

“Lead the way. I’m not too familiar with these streets.”

“You’re not? Then where do you live?”

“With my parents.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised.

“I am trying to find a place around here but it’s been a struggle. Someone at the hospital told me to wait till one of my patients die and take ownership of their place. Sounded a bit morbid.”

“You people scare me.” I snorted as we approached the side street where the café was. It was small, just a few blocks away from my house but familiar.

“You people scare me.” He rolled his eyes. “Vets are just as morbid, if not more. You spend your days negotiating between life and death too.”

“Well, at least we don’t wait for animals to die so we can move into their kennels. You only get that level of creepy in the ER.”

He chuckled. “Fair point.”

We slipped inside the café, there was practically no one in there but we managed to find a secluded spot on the top floor. The roof was transparent and I could look up to see constellations, the moon, and the beauty of nighttime. I was staring up and could feel John’s eyes on me. I looked back down at his eyes, one of his eyebrows half raised. He looked nice in scrubs, he looked nice in general. We were both just staring at each other. Neither of us were speaking. The rain drizzled outside. 

“So,” I said, finally breaking the silence, “how was your day, really? Not just the blood-and-scrubs version. Although I have noticed the outfit change. It suits you. Makes you look like a proper doctor.”

John gave a tired laugh, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. “Thanks. My lab coat didn’t survive the day. I left it in my car and now it absolutely reeks. I got peed on.”

“Sounds thrilling. A bit of character building. How did it happen?”

John shook his head, a tired grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “One of the patients had a little accident right as I was checking their vitals. Not exactly the glamorous side of medicine, but hey—keeps me humble.”

I laughed softly, the sound easing some of the heaviness in the air. “Well, if you ever need a washing service or a new lab coat, you know where to find me.”

He looked up at me, eyes sparkling with a tired kind of warmth. “I might just take you up on that.”

The rain outside tapped gently on the glass above us, creating a quiet rhythm that felt like it was just meant for this moment—soft, slow, patient. The waiter came over and we ordered our drinks. John obviously ordered a black coffee and I asked for a flat white. The waiter then disappeared and we looked at each other once again.

“So, what about you?” John asked, his voice curious. “How was your day?”

Saw a few patients, did some shopping… then brought Goldie home.”

“Goldie?” He leaned his cheek into his palm, amused. “Where’d that name come from?”

“My Gold Dust Woman poster.”

“Fleetwood Mac?”

“Of course.”

He grinned. “Nice. It suits her.”

“It does.” I glanced at his hair—still matted with dried blood—and softened. “Have you eaten? You must be starving.”

“No, not yet. But I’m fine, really.”

“When the waiter comes back, I’m ordering you something.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Alright. But just a sandwich.”

“Good. I don’t want you passing out on my watch.”

“We rarely get time to eat properly. Usually, it’s some doughnuts someone left on the nurse’s station… or those mysterious bagels in the break room. Still don’t know where they came from.”

“Free bagels. Living the dream.”

“Right?”

He ate his sandwich, and we both sipped our coffees. I kept glancing up at the sky, unable to help myself. The ceiling above us was too beautiful to ignore.

“You like the view,” he said, noticing.

“I do,” I replied. “I wish I had a garden. Somewhere to look up at the stars.”

“I used to do that all the time—just lie in the yard and stare at the sky. I was never great at naming constellations, but it helped me wind down after shifts. I should start again.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“I will. Come by whenever. My parents already think I’m a loner. I’ve never brought anyone home. Not since high school at least”

“Me too if I’m honest. My apartment’s so quiet. I’m one of those annoying people who put on loud music to fill up the silence. My neighbours don’t seem to mind. They do the same thing.”

“Can I see it? Your place. And Goldie.”

“Yeah, sure. But it’s a bit of a mess, so you’ll have to wait outside while I make it look halfway decent.”

“I can be patient.”

“That’s the doctor in you.”

We left the café, though I already missed the sky above us. But outside, the night had cleared. The full moon shone down on us, and John visibly shivered in his short sleeves.

“Are you cold? Want to sprint there?”

He glanced at me as we turned into a side street. “Let’s do it.”

We ran. Through narrow, sketchy streets I wouldn’t dare walk alone, but with John beside me, I felt safe. Alive.

“Here it is—my humble abode,” I said, panting as we stopped in front of my building.

John bent over, catching his breath, then stood up and looked at the place. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s got character,” I said with a shrug. I led him up the stairs and fumbled for my keys. Standing outside my door, I hesitated—realising how strange it felt. No one had been here in months, not since my mom visited. But I was glad it was him.

“Okay, give me two minutes,” I said, slipping inside and closing the door behind me before he could peek at the chaos.

I dashed through the apartment—stacked the dishes, shoved clothes into drawers, made the bed, cracked open a window, and sprayed perfume on my neck. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and gave a nervous smile. Then I opened the door.

“All done.”

John stepped in, dropping his bag by the bathroom and taking it all in—the records, the posters, the stack of vet med books by the window, my dusty keyboard, and Goldie snoring softly on the couch.

“This is amazing,” he said, eyes wide. “You play piano?”

“Barely. Just a few songs. I’ve been neglecting it.”

“I’m still impressed.” He pointed at the Gold Dust Woman poster. “Ah. So that’s Goldie’s namesake.”

He wandered the room like it was a museum. I just watched from the door, amused.

“Mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked.

“Go for it. It’s just past the kitchen.”

He hesitated in the doorway. “Actually… would it be okay if I took a shower? I’ve got clean clothes. I don’t want to stink up your place.”

“You don’t smell that bad,” I laughed. “But sure. Just a heads-up—you might come out smelling like roses and vanilla.”

“That’s okay.” He didn’t seem too fussed. I think the idea of warm water and freshness appealed to him much more than the scent of the shower gel.

“I’ll be out here if you need anything,” I said, settling on the sofa beside Goldie.

A minute later, I heard his voice again. “Hey… uh, sorry, I can’t figure out your shower.”

I groaned softly. “It’s finicky. Is it okay if I come in? I don’t think I can explain it without showing you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he called back.

I waited a moment, then he unlocked the door. I stepped in to find him shirtless, trousers still on but hanging low on his hips. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but I was momentarily stunned.

Focus. Shower.

I moved past him and reached for the confusing buttons. “So, you just—AHH!”

Cold water blasted out, hitting me square in the face.

“Shit!” I squealed, soaked and sputtering.

John burst out laughing from the other side of the room. “You seem to know what you’re doing there.” He laughed as I managed to jump out and turn it off.

He brought me a towel from the rack and dropped it gently over my shoulders, his eyes scanning my drenched frame with a mixture of amusement and quiet concern.

I looked in the mirror—my reflection was a mess. My mascara had made tiny black rivers down my cheeks, my hair clung to my face in dripping tendrils, and my dress was soaked through. I gave a soft, defeated sigh, feeling ridiculous and exposed in the harsh bathroom light.

“This hasn’t happened to me in a long time,” I muttered, half-laughing. “You must be a bad omen.”

Behind me, his reflection appeared—taller, broad-shouldered, his chest bare and still damp from the earlier rain, the suspenders of trousers hanging loosely at his sides. He stepped closer, just enough that I could feel the warmth of his body against my back, not quite touching, but near enough to make the air between us thicker.

“I don’t think I’m a bad omen,” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “I think the shower just doesn’t like people.”

“I think it doesn’t like you,” I whispered, turning my head slightly, heart racing.

His fingers reached up slowly, unfolding the towel with care, then began to pat my face dry—gentle, almost reverent. His touch lingered just a fraction longer at my jawline, his thumb tracing the hollow beneath my cheek. The intimacy of it made my breath hitch.

He moved behind me again, and this time, his fingers found the clip holding my wet hair. He undid it with a practiced motion, and my hair spilled over my shoulders like a curtain. For a moment, he just looked at it, then began drying it with the towel, his movements slow and thoughtful.

I watched him in the mirror as he worked—his focus, his softness, the way his brow furrowed in concentration. The air between us thickened with something unspoken. After drying my hair he began to braid it.

“You’re very good at this,” I said, my voice barely audible.

“Years of practice,” he murmured, catching my eye again in the reflection. “Perks of having a little sister. You become a personal hairdresser.”

“Well,” I said, smiling as my eyes locked with his, “you’re doing a good job. I’m sure you’re a good brother.”

“I think she begs to differ.” He smiled—small, real—and his hand came to rest on my shoulder, steadying me. For a beat, we didn’t speak. His chest rose and fell just behind me, and I leaned back, barely, until my shoulder brushed his ribs. He didn’t move away.

“I feel better now,” I said finally, turning to look up at him over my shoulder.

“Good.” His voice was hushed. “You looked… a little storm-soaked.”

I laughed, the sound breaking through the quiet tension like sunlight. “Well, come here. You stand in the shower, and I’ll show you how it works. It’s easier that way.”

He raised a brow, amused. “I’m the test subject now?”

“You’re half-naked already. Seems logical.”

He flushed slightly, but followed as I nudged him toward the shower. My hand pressed against his chest—warm and solid—as I guided him back under the silver showerhead.

I reached past him, arm brushing against his side as I pointed to the dials. “So, press this one… then this. Turn this one right for warm, left for cold. Got it?”

He nodded slowly, but his gaze wasn’t on the dials. It was on me—soft, searching, and mumbling the order under his breath.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice huskier now, like it had caught in his throat. His hand caught mine before I could pull away, his thumb stroking across my knuckles in a quiet question.

I stepped back, cheeks flushed, heart thudding in my ears. “Let me know if it misbehaves again,” I said quickly, turning away before I could do something stupid.

“Will do,” he called softly as I slipped out and closed the door behind me.

Back in the living room, I collapsed onto the sofa beside Goldie, feeling the cold damp of my dress and finally giving in to the urge to change. I shuffled into my bedroom, found a soft pair of pyjama trousers and an oversized t-shirt, then cleaned away my make up, slightly insecure at the thought of him seeing me so exposed but at the same time, I felt so comfortable around him that I didn’t mind.

I was back on the sofa, curled up under a blanket, when I heard the water turn off. Moments later, the bathroom door opened with a quiet creak, and I turned my head just as John stepped into the room.

He looked clean, refreshed, and a little dazed from the warmth of the shower. His hair was tousled, a few strands still damp. He wore a simple black t-shirt and grey joggers—clothes that made him look more like someone I’d grown up with than the ER doctor who’d walked in earlier.

“I survived,” he said with mock pride. “And I smell… floral.”

I laughed, smelling his chest with interest. “That’ll be the rose conditioner. It’s very empowering.”

He smiled, then looked around the room again with that same wide-eyed curiosity. “It’s so cozy. I like it here.”

“Good. Because the sofa is yours tonight.”

He moved toward it, then looked down at Goldie, sprawled across most of it like a queen. “I don’t think she’s willing to share.”

“She might if you ask nicely.”

He chuckled, settling beside her with a pillow. “She owns the place already.”

I leaned over the arm of the couch, watching him settle in. He looked up at me, the tired lines in his face softening with the quiet around us.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I replied, resting my chin on the armrest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

The room fell into a hush, the kind that doesn’t demand to be filled. Just soft breathing, the occasional sigh from Goldie, the distant hum of a late-night train.

“You’re different from what I expected,” he said after a while, his gaze still on the ceiling.

“Different good or different bad?”

“Good,” he said, then looked at me. “Better.”

I didn’t know whether to be pleased at his revelation, deep down, I was.

“Sleep well, John,” I whispered, feeling warmth settle over me like a second blanket.

“You too.”

And I watched him fall asleep before I made my way back to my own room, my mind racing with thoughts and finally, I fell into a perfect dreamless sleep.

[fbfh]

Okay having a BAD start to my day so here’s some stuff that Tony does because he’s an overprotective loving son of a bitch! 

First of all. I hate to say it. Babe, you are going to be chipped. You’re gonna end up with a little microchip in the back of your neck or behind your ear. There are articles online like why you actually CAN’T microchip your child: a guide for helicopter moms and Tony sees those and laughs. He also will put trackers inside your shoes (he does the same with Pepper) so next time one of you god forbid gets kidnapped or yoinked by aliens it’ll be just a tad easier to find you! Also one time you lost one of your favorite shoes to a sewer grate in NoHo and cried about it for a week. Tony started chipping your shoes after that and you haven’t broken down in the middle of NoHo since so you really have him to thank for that. Also OBVIOUSLY he makes sure the trackers are completely dormant and inaccessible to anyone and everyone unless it’s ACTUALLY an emergency and he needs to find you or he’s genuinely worried about your safety. Otherwise it’s just a little bit of plastic and silicone that you don’t even know is there. 

Also I’ve mentioned this before but he absolutely will hook up Jarvis to monitor your vitals (you do the same to him. So does Harley. Peter is the last one to find out about this. Anxious attachment squad.) so you can keep an eye on each other. But it’s kind of funny because both you and Tony think it’s individually your idea and don’t mention it to each other for obvious reasons, but when Pepper is waiting with you for Tony to get back from some very minor battle or threat or avengers business, watching you pace around the conference room in Stark Tower unable to relax until your dad is back, she can’t help but think how you look exactly like him right now. Like your body language, your gestures, your expression… it really is in your blood. So when you bring up a holoscreen and ask Jarvis to show you your dad’s vitals, tracking information, suit status etc., Pepper just laughs. She has seen Tony do the EXACT same thing to you countless times, and she knows he’s going to be fine. She just shakes her head. 

Also if you like jewelry you better believe you and Tony have a running deal where every time he has to leave and can’t bring you with him, or almost dies, or gets injured, or has to deal with some other world saving bullshit that he can’t bring you along with for objective safety, he gets you a new charm for your charm bracelet. This happens… more often than either of you would like, and you currently have at least 2 or 3 charm bracelets sterling silver or platinum or 24k gold (or if you’re like me unplated white gold) depending on what metal you prefer. All of them are stuffed to the fucking gills. They’re so heavy you had to stop wearing them all at the same time cause you were getting wrist strain. It’s a little hilarious in a way. But that gives both of you something to hold onto. It’s such a small, grounded tradition that there are times where Tony has thought okay, wrapping this up. I promised my kid a new charm after this. Sometimes you’ll go through and touch all the different charms on your bracelet while you wait anxiously for whatever it is to wrap up, reminding yourself that he’s going to be back soon and he’ll probably take you right down to Tiffany’s or Cartier immediately after getting cleared by the medic. Then cheeseburgers. It’s a nice little tradition for both of you to wind down a little. 

Or alternatively if you’re more masc/don’t wear as much jewelry, Tony goes the dogtags route. It starts off with him giving you the dogtags Rhodey gave him after the whole kidnapped in a cave incident when you were a kid. They were more of joke dogtags since they’d been going back and forth about this trip to demonstrate Jericho making him an honorary veteran. Low thread count sheets, lack of air conditioning, all these jokes about Tony having to rough it on a military base for a trip. Rhodey had them made but after what happened it… didn’t feel funny anymore. So Tony gives them to you to hold onto, either as a necklace that he adds onto or as the first charm on your bracelet. If you’re a bracelet person he also had the original chain made into the chain of your bracelet, and kept the extra to make you more in the future. 

Regardless, being a Stark means you’re a trend setter even if you don’t want to be. Even if you’re reclusive as a cryptid there’s still so many social media accounts and tags dedicated to the “nepo baby stark aesthetic”. Of course, that means that chunky charm bracelets and/or maximalist dogtag necklaces become a HUGE trend. A staple, even. And whenever you see videos on tiktok that are like “how to get the nepo baby stark look with your charm bracelet/necklace, buy this set of quirky eclectic charms from tiktok shop!” it just makes you laugh. You probably keep the meaning of it private for obvious reasons, but it’s kind of refreshing to feel a vague sense of solidarity with so many people while still knowing that theirs isn’t because their dad keeps almost dying and stopping the world from being suplexed by any combination of the big three, as Sam calls them. Aliens, androids, wizards. Maybe you make a parody on your tiktok like “how to get the nepo baby stark look from the actual stark nepo baby: step one, have a dad that’s constantly in mortal danger for the safety of humanity at large, then guilt trip him into buying you a charm every time you or him or both of you almost die! You’ll fill it up real fast that way lol” and then you don’t post for three months. Truly an icon. 

[bullet-prooflove]

6000 Follower Celebration Event: Monster - Eliot Spencer x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gatefleet @witchygagirl @witchcraftandwit @all-by-myself98

Companion piece to:

Tears of Pearl - It starts with a pearl necklace for you and Eliot.

Star - Eliot realises he's made a terrible mistake.

The Worst Thing - There's only two people that know the worst thing Eliot has ever done.

“I forgot how much you like to watch.” The words set Eliot’s teeth on edge as Damien Moreau comes to stand beside him.

His gaze is still fixed on you as you tour around the museum, that fucking diamond encrusted choker practically padlocked around your throat, just like the pearls had been all those years ago. He longs to wrench them from your throat the same way he did back then, to throw them at your husband’s feet but the diamonds, they’d tear through your skin, choking you and Eliot abhors the thought of your pain.

“She won’t leave me, she knows better.” Moreau says conversationally, before he gestures towards you with his champagne glass. “Go ahead, ask her.”

So he does. He ignores the shouting in his ear from the others over the earbud and he walks right up to you as you stand before a painting by John Singer Sargent. It’s one of your favourites Portrait of Madame X, a woman who subverted convention, who drove artists to madness with her ‘professional beauty’, who rebelled against society instead of conforming to it.

“He says you won’t leave him.” Eliot says as he steps up alongside you. His gaze sweeps over the profile of your face as you study the painting. The two of you would come here once a week when he was your bodyguard, you’d spend hours simply looking at it and he would spend hours watching you, drinking in every single detail for the nights that he was alone. “If it’s about your father-”

“I couldn’t give a fuck about my father.” You tell him before reaching behind you and shifting your hair away from the back of your neck. “It’s because of this…”

He doesn’t understand at first, not until he sees the scar just underneath the clasp that holds the choker in place. He has kissed every single part of your body once upon a time, he knows every inch of you and that scar it’s new, a procedure done in the last year he thinks from the colouring. A sick feeling blossoms in the pit of his stomach because he’s seen shit like this before, usually on Interpol informants so that the agency could track them.

“He microchipped you.” He murmurs, his fingertips tracing lightly over the mark. He can feel the miniscule device deep underneath the surface of your skin, embedded into the tissue.  You sigh at his touch, the gentle sensation of it and for a moment he’s just a man touching the woman he’s in love with.

“Wherever I go he’ll find me.” You say with a resignation that breaks Eliot’s heart. “You’ve wasted your time coming here, there’s no out for me.”

“Hey.” He says, his fingertips trailing along your jaw before he tips your chin up to meet his gaze. “I’ll find away.”

You don’t believe him, he can see it. The hope you once had back when you were together, it’s died underneath the relentless cruelty of a man that sees you only as a commodity.

It’s then that Moreau appears, his hand coming to rest on your waist, drawing you to him. You comply mechanically, the light dimming in your eyes as his thumb caresses the tiny area on your hip where they both know you have that tattoo, the one of a tiny butterfly.

“You microchipped her.” He hisses at the other man. “She’s not a fucking dog.”

“No.” He says, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile as his lips brush over your temple. “But she is my obedient little pet, she does whatever I say, don’t you Victoria?”

You won’t look at Eliot but he understands the implication and it destroys something deep inside of him, shattering a fundamental part of him. There’s a rush of blood in his ears as his hand clenches into a fist.

“We have to go now.” Moreau says, guiding you away from him. “But it was good to see you Eliot, I’m glad you had a chance to see how this all worked out after you left.”

Another blow. Another knife in his chest, stabbing, twisting, eviscerating him because Eliot he did leave, he left you in the hands of this monster, the one that’s annihilating you piece by bloody piece.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[deusvervewrites]

A snippet for the Adopted Mei AU. You said something about Toga leaving the MLA because they are using her.

Himiko hums a little tune to herself. She doesn’t remember where she heard it; maybe some commercial, or on the radio, it doesn’t really matter. With one hand, she navigates her phone, using the other to open the cafe doors and step inside.

Just like with her parents, keeping up the appearance of a routine is crucial.

The greeter recognizes her, and they chat about nothing for a moment while Himiko gets her favorite corner booth all to herself once again. Almost the moment she sits down, Sprinkles jumps up on her lap and meows at her. Himiko laughs, scritching the little guy behind his ears.

Finally, she reads the newest message from Upstairs.

‘Priority maintenance. Certain parts are uncooperative; remove them so we can replace them for the client.’

Himiko sighs, shoulders slumping. Another kill order. She thought it had been a while since the last one. Idly, she wonders what the going rate for professional hitmen is in Japan and whether or not she’s being underpaid.

She runs her hand gently down Sprinkles’ back, feeling his claws flexing into her thighs. Oh her pretty boy is overdue for a trim! She rubs his cheek and he nuzzles her hand.

“Don’t tell anyone about this!” she whispers conspiratorially to the cat with a finger over her lips.

Removing the SD card from her phone is a little more annoying than she expects, since she has to pry the case off first, but it only takes her a minute or so. Once the microchip is safely secured in a pocket, she replaces the case and slips the phone between the cushion and the wall of the booth.

Now she just has to figure out who to give it to.

[sbizz25]

Chp 2

Chapter 2 

The team was talking to Y/n to try to get to know her better but Damian stood up from the couch and Beast Boy was in front of Damian. 

Beast Boy: “Woah and your hair Y/n is So pretty — OwW”. Damian pushed Beast Boy out of his way and Beast Boy fell on the floor.

Blue Beetle: “Yo  Beast Boy are you okay??”, reaching out his hand to help him out.

Beast Boy: “Yeah I’m fine”, rubbing his butt and then he looked at Damian. “Hey! What the hell was that for?!”. Damian just glared at Beast Boy.

Damian: “All of y’all need to stop fooling around and get back to your room soon cause we have a big day tomorrow! And Beast Boy stop flirting with the newbie”. And he turned to Y/n and pointed at her. “And you don't think that just because NightWing told me to train you doesn't mean that I’m going to, Good Night, I’m leaving”. He was walking out of the room and heading towards his room.

Blue Beetle: “Jesus what’s his problem??”, Raven turns to you and pats your shoulder.

Raven: “Don’t worry about him, he isn't that bad of a person plus we’ll be here to help you out with training”.

Blue Beetle: “ Yeah if you want I can help you tomorrow morning ?”, Y/n writes down on the tablet and says “Yes! I’m down to train with you Blue Beetle”.

Blue Beetle: “Great I can't wait, we can meet at the training room–”, Starfire claps her hands together 

Starfire: “Alright kids it is 11:30 pm, we all need to go to bed, we have an early day”

Beast Boy: “Aww man we’re just—”, Starfire turned around and Death glared at him “Ha ha– I mean yeah we’re just going to bed”. All the team went into their rooms. Y/n walked into her room, closed the door, and looked around the room.

Y/n mind: “Wow this has so much more stuff and space unlike my old room”.

She walks to the window to look outside. “Woah this is a nice ass view, has a backyard or field and looks good with all the grass and trees and flowers all around it”. Y/n goes to her bed and hops onto it “God damn even the bed is hella soft so much better than having a thin mattress and a bed hard like a rock”. She grabs the blankets, wraps herself up with them, and puts her head on the pillow. “Hmm so soft and cozy— I think I might just fall asleep soon”. Five minutes passed by and Y/n was dead asleep on her bed when the door of her room opened and someone came in the room.

??: “Jesus she didn't even lock the door, it's like she's asking me to come in”.

Damian closes the door behind him and he walks up to Y/n where she is sleeping. He is standing right next to her looking straight down at her.

Damian mind: “Look at her, Sleeping peacefully”. His hand reaches out to touch her hair. “Look at this hair, this color looks ugly and horrendous”. His hands move her hair out of her face so he can look at it better and puts her hair behind her ear. He holds onto the end of the lock of her hair and with his thumbs caresses it. “But the hair does feel very soft, such a shame that I have to cut it. He takes a pair of scissors from his pockets harshly, pulls on her hair tightly, snips off a bit, and puts it in a plastic bag. “I’m going to keep this just for information purposes”. Y/n started to move around but she was still sound asleep. Damian did not move an inch until he knew the coast was clear.

Damian mind: “Shit that was a close call, I need to hurry up and finish what I had to do”. His hand moves her hair out of the way so her neck can be exposed. He takes out a small box and opens it up, there's a needle. “Alright, the snowflake this won't hurt a bit”, his finger flickering the tube getting it ready for the shot. “It will just be a tiny sting, I just need to know where you are at all times and this thing will help me out”. With one of his hands, he squeezed a bit of her neck and aime the needle at her neck and slowly put it inside her skin injecting the microchip inside of her and pulling out the needle once he was done. Y/n quickly woke up and her hands slapped her neck, on the part where the needle was inserted.

Y/n mind: “Oww what was that? Did something just bite me?”, she looks around the room and sees nothing and quickly goes back to sleep. Damian was right behind the door holding onto his breath and not moving a single bone. He looks back at Y/n watching her sleep and once the coast is clear he shuts the bedroom door.

Damian: “Phew that was a close one but at least now it's done and I need to check and see if it worked”. Pulls out his phone, goes into the app, and sees if the microchip worked. On the screen, it pops up Y/n’s name showing her location. “Good, the chipped worked out perfectly”.

??: “What worked perfectly?”. Damian quickly puts his phone away in his pocket and looks up and sees Jaime (Blue Beetle ) wearing his Pjs shirt and shorts and holding a cup of water.

Damian: “Ohh it's you, well it's none of your business”. Jaime looked at him confused and concerned.

Blue Beetle: “Eh okay if that's what you say so”, takes a sip of his water “Also we’re going to train with Y/n tomorrow if you wanna join in ?”

Damian: “ I’ll think about it”

Blue Beetle: “Okay then see you around then”.

~~~~~~Next Morning ~~~~~~

Y/n was still sleeping soundly when she started to sniff the air a couple of times, she woke up.

Y/n mind: “What is that smell, it smells hella good”. She gets up from her bed and opens the door and just keeps following the scent to where it's coming from. She arrives at the kitchen and sees Night Wing wearing porn and at the stove cooking food. 

??: “Ohh Y/n you’re finally up ?!”. Y/n turns to the right and sees Starfire on a chair eating at the kitchen table. “How did you sleep last night?”. Y/n writes down on the tablet and shows it to her “I slept pretty good, What's that good smell? Is it the food??”.

Starfire: “Ohh yeah Nightwing is cooking some pancakes for breakfast”, Pulls out a chair, “Here have a seat, I'll bring you some pancakes so you can eat”. Y/n sits at the table and hears the rest of the team coming to the kitchen. Beast Boy stretching his arms up in the air.

Beast Boy: “Hmm hmm hmm What are you guys cooking??”

Nightwing: “It's about time you guys woke up!”

Blue Beetle: “Sorry sir it won't happen again”. Blue Beetle and Raven sit down at the table with their pancakes.

Starfire: “Here you go sweety, pancakes with syrup, Ooh Would you like some orange juice?”. Y/n writes down “Thank you and Yes please”. “Alright then coming right up”.

Starfire goes up to the kitchen counter which is nearby where Nightwing is cooking. She grabbed some cups from the drawer.

Raven: “Starfire Can I have some orange juice too?”

Blue Beetle: “Ohh yeah me too please”. 

Starfire: “Yeah sure coming right up”. Beast Boy walks up to Nightwing.

Beast Boy: “Heyyyy Nightwingggg”, “What do you want Beast Boy”, “Did you make some vegan pancakes for me??”, “Of course, I did it in that pot”, “Okay thank you!”.

Nightwing sees Starfire grabbing a bunch of cups and struggling to open the fridge with 2 fingers.

Nightwing: “Here Star, let me help, you go pass out the cups and I’ll hand out the juice”. He opens the fridge and grabs the juice. While he was pouring out the juice he saw everyone there except for Damian.

Nightwing: “Have y’all seen Damian??”.

Blue Beetle: “Hmm I’m not sure, I think he might be in the training room training”, “Hmm okay thank you”. Meanwhile, the team was eating breakfast, and Damian was practicing in the training room. He used the control room to make hologram robots so he could fight them. He will be using his sword to fight. 

Damian: “Ughh”, swinging his sword at the robot's hologram, slicing its head off when the other robot was trying to shoot at him, bullets coming from its arms. Damian dodged the bullets, ran around the area, and then jumped in the air grabbing his sword with both of his hands. “Ahh take this!”, He cut its arm off but then the robot attacked Damian’s head with its other arm but He quickly ducked down. Then using his word he swung up, slicing its other arm off. “Ha nice try android”, He jumped in the air again and spun the robot on its chest, knocking it down on the ground. He started to walk up to the robot’s face and smashed it's face with his foot, shattering it and killing it. “That was too easy”. Grabbing a water bottle, chugging it, and wiping off the sweat from his face.

Starfire: “Good job Damian! Keep up the good work!”. Damian looked and saw the whole team walking into the training room. Damian rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue “tsk” and ignored them, grabbed a towel, and sat on the floor leaning on the wall.

Beast Boy: “Damn Damian, you have been using the training room for a while, can we have a turn?”

Damian: “I don't care, go ahead”, putting the towel over his face, covering his eyes.

Starfire: “Okay guys don't forget to stretch before you do any type of combat or training, I'll be in the control room, just tell me if you want me to change anything or levels for the holograms, or if you need anything just let me know”. Everyone gave her a thumbs up, and Starfire walked away into the room. Beast Boy and Raven got paired up for stretching.

Y/n min: “Woah the training room looks so high-tech”.

??: “Hey do you wanna be my training partner for today?”, putting his hands out. Y/n looked at who was talking to her and it was Blue Beetle. She smiles at him, nods yes, and grabs his hand.  Beast Boy and Raven were bust helping each other stretch.

Blue Beetle : “Okay!, ¿estás lista para tu primer día de entrenamiento?” ( are you ready for your first day of training?). Y/n stopped and froze and looked at the Blue Beetle. He stopped walking and looked at Y/n.

Blue Beetle: “Hey Y/n why did you stop?”. Y/n quickly grabbed the tablet and showed it to him. “Wait, tú también sabes español?”, Blue Beetle looked at Y/n with wide eyes, “Oh My God, Twinses!!”. They both held hands and jumped around happily, Blue Beetle was squeaking in excitement. Damian lifted the towel off his eyes and saw what all that noise was about. He sees Blue Beetle pulling Y/n into a hug.

Blue Beetle: “ I finally have a Spanish-speaking buddy!”. Damian’s eyes were wide up and quickly took off the towel on his face and accidentally hit the wall too hard with his hand and made a loud bang noise. Everyone turned around to look at him.

Beast Boy: “Hey are you okay man—”

Damian: “Shouldn’t you guys be training and not fooling around?!!” yelling at them while looking straight at Blue Beetle with a mad face. Blue Beetle gets out of the hug.

Blue Beetle: “ Okay let’s start training”, He walks up to a barrel to grab one wooden staff and hands it to Y/n. “Have you tried fighting with a staff before?”. Y/n is Holding the staff and moving her head from side to side saying no.

Blue Beetle: “Well that's okay we can teach it to you?”. Y/n writes down “We?”. “Ohh yeah, I forgot to introduce you to Scarab”. Blue Beetle transforms into his hero armor and Y/n is surprised and takes a step back. 

Blue Beetle: “It's okay, don't be scared”, he turns around and points to the big beetle that's on his back, “This is Scarab, this little guy is the one that gives me powers and this sweet ass suit, Scrub makes me a sword”. He creates a sword on his right arm. “Okay, you wanna start holding your staff with both hands at the end of it”. He uses his sword to lift Y/n’s staff in the air so it can be straight up. 

Blue Beetle: “Just make sure it’s straight up in the air ready to attack”, He hits the staff lightly, and Y/n almost drops the staff. “Also you have to be holding it nice and tightly so it won't come out of your hands”. Y/n nods and holds the staff tighter this time. “Okay, start swinging left”. She swings left and Blue Beetle swings right. “Okay now go right” She does right and he does left. Damian is just watching them train and judging them. 

Damian’s mind: “Does she not know how to fight at all like any combat? Like how did she even ever qualify to make it in the team?”. With Raven and Beast Boy, they were teaming up to fight the robot's holograms. Beast Boy transforms into an elephant to stomp them and Raven is flying around and lifting items and throwing them at them. Y/n got better and used the staff and Blue Beetle decided that she was ready to fight the robots holograms. Then later on, Damian got sick of watching them practice, he got up and started walking towards the control room. He bangs on the window and Starfire looks up and sees Damian, she opens the door.

Starfire: “Yeah what’s up Damian?”, “ Can you switch the hologram robots into a tall pillars battlefield”. “Yeah sure just let me tell the team–”.

Damian: “Never mind I’ll just do it myself”, “Damian wait–”. He goes up to the controllers and switches it into the battlefield with tall pillars. 

Beast boy: “Hey! What was that?!”.

Star goes on up on the mic and clicks a button to turn it on, “Hey sorry guys but we’re going to practice this way now”. Damian comes out of the room and walks to the team. “Yeah, I’ll show you how to properly train”. While looking at Y/n

Blue Beetle: “Ohh now you want to join? And help?”

Damian: “I was resting and now since you were helping her on how to fight, I want to test her and see if she learned something from your teachings”. 

Blue Beetle whispers under his breath “I'm a pretty good teacher”, Y/n looks at Blue Beetle to see if he's alright. Starfire on the mic, “Anytime time, any day now guys?”.

Blue Beetle: “It’s okay Y/n, you can go, you got this just be careful and fight back just like you did in training”. Y/n nodes and heads towards the battlefield, Damian is already there waiting for her with his sword and Y/n has her staff. The rest of the team was at the end of the room, sitting down and resting and going to watch the battle. Starfire on the mic “ Alright you too, y’all on the pillars—”. 

Damian interrupted her “Hurry up so we can start already!”.

Starfire: “Don’t You Rush Me With the Announcements! You Little Shit!”. The room went quiet and studded by Starfire's outburst “Eh hmm”, clearing her throat, “Okay just be careful when you are on the pillars, make sure you’re watching your balance blah blah”. Y/n looks down at the ground.

Y/n mind: “Jesus Christ thor pretty high up, I have to watch my step”

Starfire: “1! 2! 3!Fight!”. Damian quickly sprinted, jumped and headed towards Y/n. She stops looking at the ground and looks up and sees Damian running towards her with anger in his eyes.

Y/n: “ First of all how the fuck is he not falling”, she tried to jump to another pillar “Woah” She almost lost her balance but caught herself in the process. There was shouting in the distance yelling her name.

Blue Beetle: “Be Careful Y/n! Just watch your step!”. She nods and turns around and sees so close to her that he jumps in the air. He grabbed his sword with two hands and struck it down to hit her. She quickly puts her staff in the middle of her to try to protect her from the attack. But Damian’s attack had some strong force to it that she had to jump to the next pillar just to be safe.

Y/n mind: “That was a close one”, she looks down at her staff, “What The Fuck, it got cut in half!!”. Damian quickly starts heading towards Y/n again but she starts running away avoiding his attacks at the same time.

Y/n mind: “He’s trying to kill me!!”. Damian was behind her swinging his swords left and right. 

Damian shouted: “Stop Running Away And Fight Me, You Pussy!”.

Y/n mind: “This guy is crazy!! Hell Nahh!”

Starfire on the mic: “Y/n sweety, I know this might sound mean but you have to fight back it's part of the training”. 

Blue Beetle mind: “ I don't like this one bit, I just have a bad feeling something is going to happen".Y/n stops running.

Y/n mind: “Okay let’s do this”. Damian swings his sword to the right but Y/n blocks his attack with the two broken staff holding it together.

Damian: “I guess you finally decided to fight back huh”. He pushed the sword harder towards Y/n. She glares back at him madly. “What's wrong? Cat got your tongue”. Y/n got triggered by what he said and kicked him right in the stomach.

Damian: “Arguhh you little bastard”, from the attack, he dropped his sword and hugged his stomach. Y/n took this chance and dropped her broken staff and tried to grab the sword that was on the ground, she bent down but Damian kicked her making her fall on the ground. Then he stepped on her hand hard, rubbing his foot causing her pain.

Damian: “Come on yell, I wanna hear you in pain and beg me to stop”. He goes on top of her.

Y/n mind: “Fuckk this hurts like a bitch”. She tries to donkey kick him but he blocks it.

Damian: “Nope that's not going to work on me this time”. He grabs her arms, putting them behind her back. “Come yell I’m waiting”. Y/n still didn't budge even from all the pain he was causing her.

Damian: “ Fine then if that didn't work”, with his other arm he takes out a small blade from his pocket, and puts it right against her neck. Slowly moving it on her neck, making a small cut on her neck, but still nothing. He decides to drag the blade down to her stomach and then goes under her shirt and slowly starts to go up.

Y/n mind: “Fuck that shit is cold!, I need to think about something”. She moves her head backward hitting Damian right in the nose.

Damian: “OoWW! You shit fuck”. Y/n starts running, trying to get away.

Blue Beetle: “Starfire! This is getting out of hand! Make it stop!”

Starfire on the mic: “Damian please, Don't be aggressive, we're just practicing”. Damian ignored her and threw the knife at Y/n, slicing a part of her leg. She stopped running to hold her wound but Damian was right behind her and tried to throw a punch at her but she quickly dodged it. 

Damian: “Come on, use your power on me, if you have any”. She tries to block his attacks but some of them do land on her, and she does fight back as well. Damian did a sidekick, hitting Y/n on the side of her shoulder. Without paying attention Y/n lost focus of where the pillars she was and lost balance. The force from that kick pushed her outside of the pillar.

Blue Beetle: “NO!”. Y/n was about to start falling but she quickly grabbed Damian’s leg, dragging him with her. Blue Beetle quickly activates his armor and its wings and starts to head towards them hoping to catch them. But he didn't get there in time, Y/n hit the floor and Damian fell right on top of her and she heard something crack from her body. He quickly gets up.

Damian: “Hey are you okay—”

Blue Beetle: “What did you do to her!”

Damian: “Nothing I—”, Raven flying falling right behind Blue Beetle. “Is she okay??”

Blue Beetle: “Please scan Y/n to see if she is okay”. The scarab starts scanning “Phew okay it's nothing bad just some cuts and a broken arm”.

Damian mind: “Ohh that was the crack, At least it was an arm nothing too serious”

Blue Beetle: “What is your problem!” yelling at Damian, “Didn't you hear Starfire to tone it down!”

Damian: “Man shut up!”. Starfire steps in “Okay guys that's enough calm down, Raven please take her to the nursing room”.

Raven: “Yes ma'am”

Blue Beetle: “ No it's okay I’ll do it myself”, goes to Y/n slowly picking her up. Y/n quietly crying in pain. “I'm sorry I know it hurts” holds her in a princess carry and walks out of the room, Raven following them behind.

Beast Boy: “Hey I know you have anger issues but this time you kind of took it too far dude”. Some walked into the room.

??: “What did you do this time Damian?”He turns around and sees Nightwing.

Damian: “It's nothing bad, it's just I accidentally hurt Y/n in training”. Night Wing rubs his forehead with his hand.

Nightwing: “Oh my god Damian, these are your teammates, and you have to get along with each other, not kill each other. All I have to say is that you better come up with a good apology to Y/n. I don't want to lose a member because of you”.

Damian: “Yes I understand, it won't happen again sorry”.

Damian mind: “Fuck what am I going to do now”. 

(Hey y’all I hope you enjoyed Chp 2, and thank you for your patience :) , chp 3 right up soon)

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Two Fathers (6x11)

The hospital’s quarantine room is quiet and nearly as dark as the sky outside it. My charge sleeps, but as an FBI agent on guard, I do not. My only duty is to watch this woman, to keep vigil…

“My son doesn’t believe his own mother,” Cassandra’s raspy voice cuts through my thoughts. I startle while her piercing blue eyes seem to glow in darkness. “But that doesn’t change the fact that his life is in danger. Maybe it always will be.”

I am not a mother, so I say nothing. But the intense stare mingling with the scent of stale cigarettes that emanates from this once ill, wheelchair-bound woman gives me pause. I set aside a mind-numbing magazine I pretend to read and really look at the anomaly of Cassandra Spender.  

She is pink-cheeked and healthy. Brimming with life. Yet, all I see is death. 

“Think I could get some privacy?” Cassandra asks tersely, frustrated at my silence. 

Swinging her legs off the bed, Cassandra huffs as her bare feet slap across the floor and into the bathroom. Soft sounds of crying echo within its walls, followed by acrid smoke wafting beneath the doorframe. Minutes pass as Cassandra cries between audible drags from her Morley Lights. She sobs and sobs, until she suddenly stops, the door’s lock clicking abruptly. 

It is unprecedented, but the hair on the back of my neck prickles. I uncross my legs, stand, and knock. “Open up, Cassandra.”

Silence. 

“Open the door. Now.” There is a slim chance of her harming herself. Slim, yet not impossible. “Do it, or I will.”

With a swift snap, the door swings open, and a furious Cassandra steps out. Her blue eyes blaze with anger. Decades worth of suffering has nowhere to go but to overflow from her lashes and pour down her pale skin.

“Do what you want,” she scoffs. “I never have a say, anyway.”

Shockingly, something akin to sympathy tugs within me. She doesn’t know. She has no idea what she is, what she has become. “You do now. Just your existence says more than you realize.”

Cassandra only blinks, not comprehending. 

“Everything has changed, Cassandra. You’re special beyond the abductions, beyond the tests. You are the one.”

She gasps, what’s left of her cigarette falling to the floor. “You’re one of them. Like my bastard ex-husband.”

“No,” I shake my head. “Quite the opposite.”

Cassandra wipes the tears from her face and steps away from me. “I don’t know what you want or why you’re telling me this now, but I don’t trust you.”

I nod, tucking the long black strands of hair behind my ears, and offer up an elusive truth she has earned the right to hear. “You are the product of twenty-five years worth of a genetic genome project come to fruition through selfish means. You are the first successful alien-human hybrid — the key to everything, Cassandra, and the Syndicate behind the project knows it. Soon, the Colonists will know it too; it is only a matter of time. Proof of hybridization will be irrefutable. Colonization will begin.”

“No!” Cassandra’s chin trembles as she stares down at her hands, as if searching for a lie that does not exist. “Those sonsabitches. Those goddamn bastards… When?”

“The timetable has changed rapidly due to their sudden success.” I remove my suit jacket, getting comfortable telling a tale most would deem science fiction. “The Syndicate plans to trade you for their family collateral.”

“I am collateral, dammit!” Cassandra brings one shaky hand up over her mouth and the other to rub the nape of her neck.

“Yes, the microchip. We know about its power. What it can do, what it can cure. Feel that familiar pull in the back of your neck?”

“It leads me to them,” she spits the words out like poison. 

“Perhaps.” I recall the redheaded agent visited her earlier and add, “But ask yourself what else that pull can lead you to, and to whom.”

Cassandra slowly shakes her head. “Who the hell are you?”

“I am the resistance,” I say, reaching up to sink my manicured nails into the brown flesh of my face, and ripping it to shreds. “And I cannot let them have you.”

As my fingers dig and tear my skin mask away, Cassandra recoils. “Oh my god! Oh my god!”

I offer a reassuring hand in her panic. This new-bred hybrid fully understanding her fate in the endgame of the Syndicate's project is vital. Her simple existence can bring the selfish faction to ashes.

“Don’t touch me!” Cassandra shrieks, throwing her hands out. “No more tests, no more pain! No more, damn you!”

That is not our plan for her. But as I try sending her a mental message to calm down, an ear-piercing screeching noise rips through my skull like a white-hot electrical storm inside my brain. I whimper and cradle my head within my hands, staring up at Cassandra in awe. 

She is silent as she puts on my jacket, gaping down at me with wide eyes while I writhe along the floor. You, I try to say inside her mind, but mine is nearly melting my brain stem. You are too dangerous to save the world.

Blackness pulls me under.

***

I awake to a prickling sensation as familiar as my own featureless face. Another of my kind is near. I rise from the floor, my head throbbing, as shame of my failure consumes me. 

Cassandra Spender is gone.

Where is the hybrid? my fellow Rebel wordlessly demands as we flee. You know it is imperative we find her before the Syndicate does.

I did this. The truth was too much. I will find her.

No. His fire stick flares to life. You have failed.

And all I see is death…

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@monikafilefan

[bodydoublegame]

What do the ROs look like?

AGENT BECK Real Name: [CONFIDENTIAL] Physical Description: They have amber-brown skin, brown eyes, and snow-white hair. f!Beck's hair falls down her back, but it's usually in a sleek ponytail that falls over her shoulder. m!Beck is cut short at the front but curls longer at the neck. They usually wear the standard Cypress-issued uniform: a matte black armored suit. While their hair is white, their brows are black, suggesting they dye their hair. They're 6'0. Mixed Race. 30 years old. Personality: Beck can be described as cool, calm, and collected and has been honed under years of training that makes them skilled, mildly approachable, and fairly level-headed. With that said, they have a tendency to get irritated easily.

CAI [CYPRESS AI] Physical Description: They have honey-brown skin and gray eyes. For m!CAI, severely cut black hair in an undercut and nb!CAI and f!CAI's hair is cut into an equally severe and blunted length that stops right below the chin. They usually wear the standard Cypress-issued uniform for all AI models, which is a straight, high-neck black button-down shirt and pants with a single color strip on the lapels denoting their position. 5'8. Modeled to look 29 years old and mixed race. Personality: CAI is whatever they are set to be, but this Cai is blunt, honest, fairly emotionless, and one-track-minded due to being modeled to be a field agent. Most AIs who break out of their intended programming are quickly discarded and replaced. CAI would prefer to avoid that.

HAWKE Real name: [CONFIDENTIAL] Physical Description: He has olive skin, brown eyes, and his head is buzzed. He is dressed in armor, half of his body enhanced with Cypress-issued assets. A series of lines cross the side of Hawke's face, leading to his left eye where a digital enhancement chip is. He uses an exoskeleton and his suit colors are silver and matte black. 6'5. Asian, specifically South Asian. 36 years old. Personality: Despite his menacing reputation and the fact that he's a mercenary, Hawke is fairly lighthearted...when he's not on the job. Comedic, sarcastic, and arrogant, Hawke is not taken very seriously off the clock. It's a far cry from what people expect from him.

SOLANA Real Name: [UNKNOWN] Physical Description: Solana has dark brown skin and brown eyes, a lavender bob that stops midway at her cheeks, the ends swept up in what present times would call a French cut. She can be seen in clothes considered simple for the standards of their city: a pantsuit, though it does come with its own enhancements. She also has the enhancement microchip implanted, though not Cypress-issued. 5'5. Black. 26 years old. Personality: Solana is a charmer, a smooth talker, and an extrovert. She knows how to work a crowd and knows how to get people to fall for her suave words. With her personality, Solana has managed to build an empire, and she has no intention of losing it.

AXL CROWE Physical Description: Axl has pale skin and light brown hair, their eyes a startling and unnatural shade of blue. Axl keeps their hair short and shaggy, one side of their hair tucked behind their ear and clipped to their head. No matter what Axl may be dressed in, they always wear white from top to bottom. Their family's color of choice. 5'0. White. 25 years old. Personality: Axl is angry, grieving, and quick to anger. It seems like their fuse is always getting set off. They're emotional, untrusting, and prefer to isolate themselves. They tend to be a bit prissy and naive due to growing up in excessive wealth and comfort.

MAV REEDS Physical Description: Mav has light brown skin and shaggy black hair, cut unevenly in what resembles a wolf cut. Sporting perpetual dark circles from endless night shifts around their brown eyes, Mav is either scene wearing the fugly IT uniform or a sweater and jeans. They don't have much money for all the fancy things Cypress has to offer...5'11. Mixed Race. 28 years old. Personality: Mav cares less about working and more about gaming, and they're usually always up to tag along with MC's shenanigans. Though they're friendly and approachable, Mav is tired so often that they appear sluggish and exist with a perpetually weary demeanor.

Skintones of the ROs from left to right!

Beck - CAI - Axl

Solana - Mav - Hawke

Mav and Cai are similar, though Cai is a shade darker! (Failed to find a chart that picked up on that but yeah lol)

[the-blue-beam]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚖

2183210, rayonner, lune, deux, onze, mort, sœur, bleu enter entry code.. ...... Warning! Highly classified document. only permitted access to allowed individuals with clearance level 12. ---------------------- Are you sure you wish to proceed? ---------- Enter Code here: -.-.-. -------------- Correct Code entered ...... access granted. accessing file... [Subjects notes] I am The Blue Beam. @cypherlune 's other half. I remain loyal to hydra. though she rescrambled the access code to allow me to excecute orders.. she knows the code. so if she does not restrain me... i am able to speak freely I am much smarter than she. I do not hold back. She is weak and petty. I am not. read @cypherlune 's info post to know a bit more [subject's notes] Full File: Asset #2188, Member #007 of The Blue Beam Program. Name: Evelyn Leanna Luna Assassins Training Level: 9 Aliases: The Blue Beam, The Blue Ghost, Ghost of Light. Age: 28 as of September 2024. Affiliations: Hydra (formerly), The Red Room (trained there for 6 months under HYDRA supervision) Sex: F Age of retrieval: 11 Age of first assignment: 12 Number of missions: 1675 Years with HYDRA: 8 Threat Level: Highest. Proceed with exceeded caution. Do not engage. Containment level: highest. Keep it as contained as possible. Abilities: Protonic energy manipulation that takes on a neon teal tone. Technopath, incredibly good with technology. Super soldier, does not effect her looks except toned muscles, to make her an effective spy and assassin. Form of obedience: Microchip implant behind her left ear that is the access point for control over her loyal Alter Ego, and can only be accessed through an access code. Asset can see, feel, think, and know everything that the Alter Ego does as them. Cannot act on it. Appearance: Mid-Length brown hair, teal eyes (green before the powers were given), two strands of teal at the front of her hair on either side, due to extensive power use. about 5 feet 8 inches tall. Info for Handlers: When not contained through. the Blue Beam alter ego. This Asset can be extremely defiant. You are to subdue her by any means nesscesary. She cannot be allowed to think freely, nor think that she has any power over us. If she disobeys. Punish her with no questions. This asset has been trained to be one of our deadliest assassins, being one of our most covert projects. They have been conditioned, trained, and experimented on to become the best covert spy and assassin hydra has known since the winter soldier. They are skilled at hacking into hard drives and anything technology related. They leave no trail from their mission, their kills quick and effective. Departure/defection date: January 6th, 2015 [file closed January 7th 2015] [file opened September 19th 2024] -file.. edited? September 19th 2024- [file closed September 19th 2024] [file opened January 19th] .......

Allies: @hydras-black-bird (as the autumn assassin), @armed-and-dangerousx, I love you (girlfriend) : The Autumn Assassin (@backupwintersoldier)

[cypherlune]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚖

enter entry code.. ...... ...... access granted. accessing file...

Asset #2188, Member #007 of The Blue Beam Program.

Age of retrieval: 11 Age of first assignment: 13 Number of missions: 316 Years with HYDRA: 8 Abilities: Protonic energy manipulation that takes on a neon teal tone. Technopath, incredibly good with technology. Super soldier, does not effect her looks except toned muscles, to make her an effective spy and assassin. Form of obedience: Microchip implant behind her left ear that is the access point for control over her loyal Alter Ego, and can only be accessed through an access code. Asset can see, feel, think, and know everything that the Alter Ego does as them. Cannot act on it. Appearance: Mid-Length brown hair, teal eyes (green before the powers were given), two strands of teal at the front of her hair on either side, due to extensive power use. about 5 feet 8 inches tall. This asset has been trained to be one of our deadliest assassins, being one of our most covert projects. They have been conditioned, trained, and experimented on to become the best covert spy and assassin hydra has known since the winter soldier. They are skilled at hacking into hard drives and anything technology related. They leave no trail from their mission, their kills quick and effective. Departure/defection date: January 6th, 2015 [file closed January 7th 2015] [file opened September 19th 2024] -file.. edited? September 19th 2024- [file closed September 19th 2024] [file opened January 19th] .......

//ooc this was a insane lore drop i made but i cannot stop writing abt her. shes just too fun!

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

you got a cat?

Not really no. I view getting as thought out, planned process etc. Like you collect the supplies, and then get a history of the pet you wanna adopt, etc. This little guy walked thru my front door on halloween evening. XD He wasn't planned. More... like I thought he was someone in the neighborhood whose cat was cold & seeking shelter on halloween. (It was -7c out on halloween. I didn't know he was a stray/abandoned.) So I let him in, the next day we took him to my vet in hopes of him having maybe a microchip or a ear tattoo I couldn't see. (he didn't have one. he didn't have either... he also isn't neutered) unfortunately he's just a local stray who's overly friendly and trusting & I don't wanna let him go until I can find him a safe home/ furever home. Shelters are full, he's on a very long wait list to be adopted out. But I try to use the languge foster / he is my foster. because he isn't my long term pet. (my guinea pigs and bearded dragon are. He isn't unless my partner and I make that choice, but at the moment, we've been treating/viewing him as our foster. We are he's caregivers, and food bringers, toy givers etc. But we just try no to view him as our "pet".) If I didn't have rodents or a sweet dragon, I'd most likely keep the cat. But Guinea pigs + bearded dragon + cat is stressful. Even through my bearded dragon and our guinea pigs are behind 2 doors, its still stressful. Pemmy has to go to the vet tomorrow & I gotta keep her out of sight of the cat, which means he'll be going to my bedroom tomorrow before the appointment and once I get back home until pemmy is back in her cage safe. (I do suspect he can smell my piggies, but I don't want him to see them. Cause he'll just stay near the doors down to the basement which is were they live. & its not good for anyone's stress, mine, my partners, the guinea pigs, bearded dragon or even the cat.)

[lucydriscoll]

Lucy squats down at join Nikki, giving the dog some scratches behind the ear, tail wagging so quickly it shook it butt from side to side. "He really likes you." Lucy points out, even though Nikki probably already knew that from the expression on her face. "I knoooow. But I gotta do the right thing first, get it checked for a microchip and all that. If he's a stray, you'll be my first call. I know my kitty couldn't handle a dog this energetic at home!"

— @ambivalenceshefelt

Nikki glanced between Lucy and the sand-covered dog, trying to mask her disappointment as she trailed a hand through her hair. "Luce noooo..." she half whined, her tone light but with a hint of something else beneath it; something like..wanting the dog for herself. She crouched down to pet the dog, her fingers brushing through its sandy fur as the pup wagged its tail enthusiastically.

Slightly relieved when the other denied owning the dog, Nikki shook her head smiling. "You're too good sometimes, you know..flagging strangers down and everything. But..if this babe ends up being homeless, I call dibs. Fair warning." She scratched behind the pup’s ears, leaning in close. "You'd look pretty good with me, wouldn't you, buddy?" she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

"here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary."

Can we get some sweet perc'ahlia, please? :D

here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary. gonna set this one in gwtf since that's also my modern au, apparently.

The sound wakes Percy from a dead sleep, sends him shooting up from the pillow, eyes instantly wide and searching. It's pitch black in this apartment, black-out curtains drawn tight because it would take an act of the gods to get Vex to wake up with the sun. Even now, as his heart hammers a mile a minute, she's just barely stirring, still clearly in the clutches of sleep as she mumbles, "Percy darling?"

He heard it. A creaking, or maybe snapping? Something from the hall outside, he's sure. They're in a nice area of the city, all brick and marble, but that invites a different kind of danger, one where shiny things attract all manner of monsters in the dark.

He's just about to tell her what he'd heard when it happens again: a muffled bumping, just outside their door. That, at least, rouses her properly, gets her to sit up next to him. "What was that?"

He doesn't answer, because he doesn't know. Instead, he reaches into the stately nightstand beside the bed and pulls out his gun, the one she hates but he cannot go to sleep without. Her hand grips his shoulder. "Percival, don't."

Ignoring her still, he reaches back into the drawer and retrieves a second weapon, this one much smaller and less powerful. He twists around to press it into her hand. "Here. Take this gun."

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. "In what world—"

"Don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary." This, he doesn't say, is why he wanted her trained, why he's been nagging her to go to the range with him sometimes, just so she's not a complete novice with the thing—but no, it's the archery classes she's been taking that are supposed to keep them safe.

He swings his legs out of bed and begins to pad out of the bedroom and into the living area, eyes scanning in the near total darkness. Nothing stirs, but as he approaches the front door, the sound grows louder, more insistent. He tightens his fingers around the grip of the gun. Behind him, Vex's shuffling gait pulls his attention—he'd really rather she stay back, keep hidden unless and until the worst happens—but he focuses on the task at hand. Silently as he can, he slips up to press his eye to the peephole.

Nothing.

The hallway is empty.

He turns back to Vex, who mouths, What is it? He shrugs. He undoes the chain and the deadbolt, and then slowly, so slowly, creaks open the door, the gun just at his side.

"WOOF!"

All the money in the world, and Percy never in a million years would have bet that the cause of all this worry is this, an enormous, shaggy, dark brown mutt panting happily in the hall, here on the fourth floor of their rather upscale building. Percy stares, gaping, at the dog, who boofs again.

"What the hell?" The door is wrenched open further as Vex strides up to get a look. Her squeal is nearly inaudible as she instantly falls to her knees, gun abandoned on the entry table. "Well look at you!"

There's a dog. A street dog, judging the matted fur and the stench, and Vex is letting it lick her face as if she's known the thing since it were a puppy. "Vex'ahlia..."

"Well move out of the way, Percival, and let him in!"

Things have spiraled out of his control so very, very quickly. Within seconds, Vex is inside on the couch with the dog, scratching behind his ears and ordering Percy to fill up a bowl with water for him. He obeys robotically, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that while he may have been fast asleep not five minutes ago, he is now a dog owner, whether he likes it or not.

"Vex'ahlia, he probably has fleas..." he attempts weakly, but Vex is already listing out all the things they'll need to do and get in the morning, like checking for a microchip and buying dog food and getting him to a groomer. Eventually, he leaves her to her whirlwind excitement, returning to the two firearms to their place in his nightstand drawer and crawling under the covers, resigning himself to whatever chaos awaits this house in the morning.

[robinrunsfiction]

Hi so I had a dream about this so I’m making it into a prompt for you. Could you pls write one where Y/N finds Frank’s dog Lois and doesn’t know who she belongs to so Y/N brings her in her house and takes care of her and then Frank is going door to door seeing if anyone has seen Lois. You can take it as far as you want but yeah that’s it thank you 💜

Christmas and Winter Fic Fest 2021

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: 1,450 Author’s Note: This is the first in what should be a short series of fics centered around Christmas and winter! Hope you enjoy!

You had just turned up your street as the flurries that had been falling all afternoon began to pick up, the cold New Jersey wind whipping the flakes around and turning it into a full blown snow storm. It was looking like it would be the perfect weekend to huddle up inside with some hot cocoa and some bad TV, but when you pulled into your driveway, something in the bushes in front of your home grabbed your attention.

You pulled your hat down more snuggly over your ears before grabbing your grocery bags and purse, and heading into the storm to see what exactly was sniffing around in front of your house. As you approached, the shape in the shrubbery turned to look at you. That’s when you noticed the wagging tail and suddenly a large, but incredibly friendly dog was bounding over to you.

“Hi baby,” you grinned, reaching out to rub the dog behind her ears. “Oh you’re a good dog, huh? What are you doing here?”

The dog just wagged her tail and looked up at you excitedly. You had moved into the neighborhood fairly recently, so you’d seen a few neighbors walking dogs, but never this one.

“Come on, let’s go inside, it’s too cold out here for either of us.”

You hurried to the door, unlocking it and letting yourself in, but the dog hung back. “Come on,” you smiled. “I don’t have treats but,” you glanced down at your shopping bag. “Umm… I got cheese? You like cheese?”

The dog started wagging her tail again and trotted into the house at the promise of a snack. Watching the happy dog explore her new surroundings, sniffing around the living room as you took off your jacket, you smiled happily.

“Ok, come on, let’s get you a snack,” you said, leading the way to the kitchen. Retrieving a couple bowls from the cupboard, you put water in one, and some shredded cheddar in the other. The dog happily gobbled up food, and then started drinking the water, slobbering plenty onto the floor.

“Can I see your collar?” you asked when the dog was finished. The dog, ever agreeable, let you examine the tags hanging from the pink collar. “Lois? Your name is Lois?” you laughed lightly. “Who on earth named you that?”

You checked the other tags, but they only were her city registration and immunization tags, no information regarding where, or to whom, she belonged. 

“I guess I’ll take you to a vet tomorrow to see if you got a microchip, ok? You wanna stay here tonight? Let’s find you some real dinner.”

You hadn’t really considered getting a pet before, but you quite enjoyed the company of the funny dog named Lois. Maybe if for some reason Lois’ owner couldn’t be located, you could adopt the pup in, you considered.

“Would you wanna live here?” you asked as Lois ate the chicken breast you had shared with her. Lois just looked up at you with big dark eyes, and you felt your heart melt a little.

After dinner, you settled in on the couch to watch TV as the snow continued to swirl outside in the dark. You had wrapped yourself in a warm fleece blanket and fuzzy socks, but you almost didn’t need them with Lois laying nearby, giving off plenty of warmth. A while later there was a knock at the door, and Lois picked up her head and gave a soft woof.

“Hang on sweetie,” you said, hopping up and heading to see who was there.

When you opened the door, you found a dark haired man, bundled up against the cold winter weather, a look of utter despair on his face.  “Can I help you?” you asked.

“Yea, I’m looking for my dog? Have you seen a-” But before he could finish, Lois had hopped off the couch and was jumping up happily on her rightful owner. “Lois! Oh my god, I’m so glad you found her!”

“Oh yea, she was in my yard when I got home this evening. I, umm, gave her some cheese and some chicken, I hope that’s ok.”

“Yea, that’s totally fine! I’m just so glad you took her in, I was so worried she’d be out in the storm! I’d been outta town and just got back today, but the sitter dropped her off and I guess she got away before he got her in the house.”

“I can’t imagine such a sweet girl slipping away like that,” you laughed lightly, looking down at the dog who was looking between both humans happily.

The man laughed as well. “Sometimes she can be a bit of a butthead. Oh umm, I’m Frank,” he said, extending his hand.

“I’m (YN),” you smiled as you shook his hand. Now that he looked so much less distressed, you realized how cute he was, and the tattoos on his hands were very intriguing. 

“Thanks again, (YN). I owe ya one. Like a million actually. Like, whatever you need, I could come shovel your sidewalk if you want? ” He offered.

“It’s no problem, I was happy to have the company for the evening, but" you glanced over his shoulder at the snow still coming down. "I think I will take you up on your offer to shovel, if you bring Lois over so I can hang out with her."

Frank grinned. “Yea, I can do that. Tomorrow morning ok?"

"Sounds great," you agreed.

"Umm, I’ll get out of your hair,” he said, attaching Lois’ leash to her collar. “Thank you (YN). I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“See ya then,” you nodded as Frank and Lois headed home.

~

The next morning, you woke up early, surprised by how excited you felt at the prospect of Frank coming around again. After brewing a fresh pot of coffee you paced anxiously, not entirely sure when he’d arrive. A short while later there was a knock on the door and you hurried to answer it.

“Hey,” Frank smiled, and Lois wagged her tail, from the other side of the door.

“Hey! Thanks again for doing this for me. I really hate shoveling,” you laughed.

“It’s no problem at all,” Frank smiled. “Do you have a shovel?”

“Oh right, hang on, I’ll be right out,” you nodded before shutting the door, getting your jacket and boots on, and heading out through the garage, grabbing the snow shovel on the way.

Frank traded Lois’ leash for the shovel and set to work as you made snowballs for Lois to chase after. Even though it was cold, you didn’t even notice, much more interested in chatting with the cute guy doing your most hated chore. The best part was, he didn’t seem to mind it, in fact he seemed to be enjoying the time spent out in the snow.

“Umm, do you wanna come inside for some coffee and warm up?” You offered once the sidewalk and your driveway were cleared.

Frank smiled. “Sure, that sounds good.”

He and Lois followed you in and Lois hopped right up on the couch. 

“Lois, get down,” Frank scolded, but she didn’t budge.

“That’s ok, she was up there yesterday. The furniture isn’t fancy so I don’t mind,” you laughed leading the way to the kitchen.

“She sure is comfortable here,” he laughed lightly, glancing around while you fetched a couple mugs from the cabinet.

“I’m glad, I’m not sure what I would have done if she was freaking out last night before you arrived. She kinda made me start thinking about adopting a dog for myself, it gets sorta lonely around here,” you said, pouring the coffee, and not realizing how pathetic you sounded, until the words were already out of your mouth.

But Frank just nodded sympathetically. “I totally get that. Dogs are so awesome to have around, they’re always happy to see you when you come home, great listeners. They’re usually really good at judging people’s character.”

“Oh really?” You asked curiously, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Yea, I think Lois knew you were a good person, that she could trust you,” he smiled and you blushed a little.

“Well I appreciate that,” you replied. "Where'd you adopt her from?"

"Northstar Pet Rescue. I’d recommend checking them out, they’re really great there. Ya know, if you do end up adopting a dog, I'm sure Lois would love to have a playdate," Frank offered.

"Yea, that would be great," you nodded.

"But maybe in the meantime maybe we could go on a date?" Frank asked a little nervously, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink.

You grinned. "I think that sounds like a great idea too."

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 14: Companion

Ezra (Prospect) x reader (Modern AU)

WARNINGS: caring for a stray dog; mention of blizzard

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This was how you enjoyed spending your nights with Ezra: snuggled up on the couch with the fireplace lit, soaking in its ember radiance as the wood crackles, enjoying each other’s company - often reading books together - and at peace. For tonight, in particular, one more joined in.

“There you go, Birdie.” Ezra said as he finished setting up the fireplace. The young stray dog, all cleaned up after being found by the two of you, sat patiently near Ezra then followed him to the couch. Birdie laid down on the rug, touching Ezra’s foot.

“What an odd nickname.” You commented as you came into the living room, carrying a tray with two mugs of hot chocolate.

“Owners are quite creative when naming their fellow companions.” Ezra replied and held the two mugs for you as you placed the tray on the table beside the couch and then joined him.

“Oh yeah, and their reasoning behind it also can be as well.” You played along as Ezra handed you your mug. “Delicious as always, my dear.” Ezra praised after sampling from his drink. No matter how long you have been together, you still appreciate it when Ezra acknowledges the little things you do for him. You kissed his cheek to thank him then took a sip from your mug, then smiled fondly at the dog resting by your lover. How lucky you were to find her because a blizzard broke out. It was a shame there was no collar present, but the two of you planned to visit the animal shelter once outside calmed down.

It occurred to you this was the first time you were caring for an animal that was not of our own, and this opened the door of adopting a pet or fostering. How Ezra was gentle and careful in handling the stray dog piqued your interest that Ezra might even have a way with animals - you guessed he favoured birds the most. 

“I hope she’s microchipped… Her owner must be so worried.” You murmured. Ezra glanced at you and gave a reassuring smile.

“We shall see, my love. I wouldn’t mind caring for this lovely creature though if she is in need of one.” Ezra leaned over to lightly scratch Birdie’s ear with his free hand, and her tail lazily thumped against the floor as if in agreement. 

[supercorpkid]

It’s called agony, honestly.

Part 3 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2510.

Warnings: All aboard the angst train.

Notes: This is happening at the same time of part 2, but from a different perspective.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2

“Guys, I brought dinner!” Kara yells going into the kitchen and Lena walks in a while later. Kara is setting the table and already has a potsticker in her mouth, she looks behind Lena. “Where’s our little moody teenager?”

“I don’t know. I just got home.” Lena goes to Kara and they kiss, lovingly. “She’s probably in her room, on her phone, trying to ignore us. Is it weird that exactly when she turned 16, she started being moody?”

“It took her long enough.” Kara smiles, then kisses Lena one more time. “I’ll go check on her, don’t touch my potstickers.” She points at Lena with a smile, who rolls her eyes in response. Kara runs to your bedroom, and knocks on the door. “Hey, kid. Food is here.” No answer. “Kid! Come on!”

When she doesn’t hear anything back, and doesn’t see you inside with her x-ray vision, she opens the door unceremoniously to investigate inside.

“Kid, that’s not funny. Where are you?”

When she finally realizes you’re not in your room, she comes back to the kitchen, looking confused with her furrowed brows. Lena looks back at her.

“She’s not home.” Kara announces it. She used her x-ray vision; she is sure you’re not around.

“What do you mean she’s not home? It’s really late.” Lena points at the clock, like Kara doesn’t know it’s way past your time to be home. She then goes to the refrigerator to look at the calendar on the door. “Was there something at school? It’s not on the calendar.”

“Not that I know of. She doesn’t have training today either. Did you see her at L Corp today?”

“No. I had to ask them to stop letting me know when she was there, remember?” Lena looks back at Kara who looks like it’s seconds away from panicking. “Just call her. Maybe she’s distracted with something.”

Kara takes her phone out of her pocket and tries calling you. No answer.

“She’s not picking up.” Kara is now on the verge of a breakdown, and Lena knows it, just by how her eyebrows look.

“Keep trying. Let me call Jamie.” Lena goes to the living room where her phone is, and Kara follows her closely, phone still on her ear, as she is trying to call you again. “Jamie.”

“Hey, aunt Lena.”

“Hey hun, is your cousin with you?”

“uh…No?”

“When was the last time you saw her?”

“When we left school. Why? Is everything alright?”

“Did she tell you where she was heading to?”

“Yeah, she was going to L Corp to talk to you. Why? What happened? Did you two talk?”

“No. But do you know the reason for the conversation?”

“I mean, yeah, but… I think it’s best if you and aunt Kara talk to her first.”

“Ok. Well, thank you, Jamie.” Lena hangs up and looks at Kara ready to pass the information along, but Kara already heard everything.

“I’m going to L Corp. Keep trying her phone.” Kara flies out the window and Lena tries to call you and texting you a few times.

It doesn’t take long, maybe a little more than five minutes, for Kara to call Lena again with news.

“She’s not at her lab, and I asked around L Corp and she hasn’t stepped foot in here today.” Kara's heart is beating incredibly fast, and her hands shake so much she almost drops her phone a few times. Lena sits on the couch at home, her own heart going crazy, and she allows herself to have the same reaction Kara is having. Something is wrong. She was trying to ignore her mother's sense, but now she can’t anymore. They don’t talk for a full minute. “Lena. What do we do?”

“The watch.” It’s like they even forgot about all of that. Lena runs to her laptop, while Kara looks at her own watch to see your location in it. She doesn’t even take the phone out of her ear. “She’s close.”

“Yeah, I’m tracking her on the necklace’s GPS and it seems she’s around L Corp.” Lena agrees, and Kara uses her super speed to get to you. But, it’s not you.

“Lena…” Kara bends down to grab both the watch and the necklace from the ground. “It’s on the sidewalk, both watch and necklace together.”

“What? She never takes off the necklace.”

“I don’t think she took it off.” Kara flies high, phone still in her hand and glued to her ear. “Call Alex, go to the DEO, I’m going to fly around to see if I can locate her. I’ll see you there in a few.”

When they talk again, it’s already on the DEO. Alex, Brainy and Lena are all there. As soon as Kara lands and Lena doesn’t see you with her, she starts crying. Kara goes to her and hugs her, trying to calm her down, but it’s hard when she is fighting her own tears.

“We’ll find her.” She whispers on Lena’s head and turns to Alex, waiting for good news.

“Maybe you should try flying around the planet?” It’s Alex's suggestion and Kara breaths heavily, knowing there’s no good news yet.

“I did. Twice.” She looks at Brainy. “Any portals to different dimensions were open today? Any readings on fifth dimension magic?” Brainy has already denied both options. “If someone took her, they have kryptonite. Any luck on that lead?”

“Still looking into that.” Brainy says and goes back to the computer. Alex gives a couple of steps towards your moms, holds Kara’s arm, squeezing it lightly.

“We’re going to find her.” Alex says reassuringly. She then goes to where Brainy is, leaving Kara and Lena alone to talk.

“Do you think she-she…” Lena’s lips are trembling, her hands are shaking so much, and there are so many tears her entire face is wet. “She ran away from us?”

“No! Lena, no!” Kara says, grabbing each side of Lena’s arms, and she shakes her head in denial. “No! She wouldn’t have left everything in the middle of the sidewalk like that. Not the necklace.”

“But she was so upset yesterday, and it’s our fault. Kara! Kara, it’s our fault. We let our baby down.” Lena sobs desperately. “What if she wanted to leave? What if she doesn’t want us to find her?”

“Hey, hey. That didn’t happen. I know she was mad, but she wouldn’t ditch everything on the sidewalk like that, she would’ve left it home or… Lena, love. It was just a stupid fight; she wouldn’t run away from us.” Kara says, but it’s not how she really feels, she is just saying that to reassure your mom. In her heart she knows they let you down. “And you heard Jamie, she wanted to go to L Corp to talk to you. So she couldn’t be that mad-”

“She might have changed her mind.” Lena says before she’s finished. Kara looks down, and then around. She breaths deep a couple of times knowing that if the two of them get desperate at the same time, nothing will get done.

“Lena.” Kara holds her tight. “I think I would rather have her run away from us and be safe, than the scenario I’m playing in my mind right now.”

“You don’t think I have that scenario too?” Lena tries to let go of her embrace, but Kara keeps her in, protectively. “I have every scenario playing in my head. I have everyone who could harm her listed in my head, and I-I should’ve figured out a way to put a microchip inside her. This is all my fault.”

“Love, we’re going to find her.” Kara kisses her forehead, and that makes Lena cry even harder thinking that’s how they sooth you. “I’m going to fly around again. Maybe I missed something.”

“Please. Kara, please, find our baby. Please.” Lena asks desperately and Kara’s heart shrinks even more.

“I’ll do whatever I can, love.” She kisses Lena, and yells at Alex on the other side of the room. “Find every building made out of lead. I’ll burst into every single one of them if I have to.”

“We’ll cross data with readings of Kryptonite.” Alex answers and Kara leaves right after.

“Tell me how I can help.” Lena asks both of the DEO agents, aggressively wiping her tears away. They both look at her with pity in their eyes.

“Lena-” Alex starts, but your mom doesn’t let her finish.

“Alex, don’t. Your daughter is home, safe and sound. You’re not allowed to do that, to look at me like that!”

“Little boxes, comrade.” Brainy jumps in, trying to help. Her eyes are filled with tears instantly.

“No offense Brainy, but there isn’t a box big enough for this. Just-Just please. I can’t sit around and do nothing. Please, tell me what to do.” She pleads in so much agony, Alex can’t ignore it.

“Come here.” Alex sits her in front of a big screen. “Kryptonite usually leaves a signature, but it disappears after a few hours. Jamie was the last one to see her, and that was after school. So, we’re having a hard time scanning for kryptonite. Brainy is looking at lead covered buildings, I’m looking into surveillance cameras on the way to L Corp. Can you keep scanning for kryptonite?”

“Yes. I’ll do it.” Lena goes back to the computer. Hearts jumping in her chest in anticipation.

She has to find you. She has to tell you that you were right. She promised she would be at your science fair, and she should’ve left everything and everyone behind, and kept her word. You’re the most important person in her life. No business deal is worth having you disappointed at her. And you were right, she was being selfish. She gave you a lab at L Corp to have you around her, while she could work at the same time. That wasn’t fair to you, it wasn’t quality time, since her mind wasn’t there with you. She has to find you. She has to apologize; she has to hug you and tell you she loves you. She has to.

“Alex, tell me you found something.” Kara comes back to the DEO after a few more rounds around the planet. It didn’t take her long to do so, but lucky for her, Alex has new leads.

“Surveillance camera.” Alex points at the big screen in front of them. Kara sees someone throwing you inside a van, and dropping your belongings on the floor. “You can try to find the van, there’s too many places with lead around here.”

“I’ll try that first, but keep going on the lead hiding spots.” Kara looks at Lena before flying away again. She is not crying anymore, but her eyes and face are still red and puffy. Kara wants to stop and comfort her, but she can’t, not unless she finds you. Until you’re back in their arms, there’s nothing she can say or do to comfort your mom, or herself.

Kara flies out again, knowing what to look for now. It takes her a while but she finds the van dumped on the side of a dark road. She opens the van with so much anger, the door comes out in her hand, leaving a hole where it used to be its place.

You’re not inside. There’s no one inside. Kara grunts in frustration and holds the bottom of the van, flipping it over in agony.

She can’t believe she hasn’t found you yet. She feels her heart squeezing in her chest and tears falling without her consent. It’s her fault you’re missing, that’s the only thing in her mind right now. If she wasn’t Supergirl, if she hadn’t pissed off so many people in this life, you wouldn’t be in this situation. She knows, by looking at your face in the video, that you were in so much pain because of kryptonite. There you were, in pain, and where was she when you needed her again? Why does this keep happening? Why can’t she ever protect you? This is all her fault, it’s all her fault. Kara’s heat vision explodes the van, while her mind plays tricks on her.

She flies high in the sky to look around. There is no place around where you could be, they ditched the van to trick her.

“Kara, get back to the DEO now.” She hears on her earpiece and she sure never flew so fast in her life before.

“What is it?” She asks appearing before them, out of the blue, making all three of them jump in surprise.

“The van?” Lena asks and Kara’s response is a head shake in denial.

“Dumped on the side of the road.” She looks at Brainy who’s currently looking for a way to focus on something in his tablet. “What is it?”

“Caught a message.” He says mysteriously. He puts whatever is in his tablet on the TVs in front of them. “It could be from anyone. It’s morse code.”

“Does she know morse code?” Kara looks at Lena who shrugs her response.

“It says. G-O-T. L-I-L-1.” Brainy looks back at them. “Does any of that means something to you?”

“It’s her.” Kara says, feeling her heart jumping in her chest. “Little one. It’s her.” She looks back at Lena. “Lena. It’s her!”

“What does G-O-T mean? Any idea?” Alex asks, going to her own tablet.

“I don’t know.” Lena sits in front of the computer again, typing furiously to find out. Everyone is silent for a few minutes, until Kara opens her mouth. “KARA, if you say Game of Thrones, I swear to GOD-”

“The van.” Kara looks at Alex, and then back at the message. “The van was on the road to Gotham.”

“Gotham.” Lena stands up fast. “Our baby is in Gotham.”

“Kara, wait!” Alex manages to hold her hand just in time before she flies away. “If they took her, they have Kryptonite, you said it yourself. You can’t go alone. You need a team.”

“Alex, the more she is exposed to Kryptonite, the less chance she has to survive.”

“I know. Brainy call J’onn! Kara, let me get some heavy armory. Supergirl doesn’t kill, but Agent Danvers sure does when someone messes with her family.” Alex says leaving everyone behind. Brainy is already talking to J’onn. Kara looks back at Lena, hearing both of their hearts jumping in anticipation.

“Supergirl might kill.” Kara mumbles with so much anger, it sends a shiver through Lena’s spine.

“Honey, listen to me.” Lena holds her arms. “I hate them just as much as you do, but don’t do it. Get our daughter, bring her home. That’s it. That’s the only thing you have to do. Let everyone else care about whoever did this to her.” Kara reluctantly agrees with her head. “This is your only mission. Bring our baby home.”

“I promise.” Kara brings Lena’s hand to her mouth and kisses it, gently. “I’ll bring our baby home if it’s the last thing I do.”