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magicfootballstuff · 5 months

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Obsession (alexia putellas x reader)

Set in the same universe as Strictly Unprofessional. Several months on from your first date, you and Alexia are still obsessed with each other.

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You look up from your laptop when you hear the front door open and shut, the sound of Alexia dropping her bag by the door followed by the jingle of keys as she leaves them on the dresser in the hallway. Moments later, she appears in the living room and slumps herself at the other end of the couch.

It’s her apartment, but you spend most of your time here, letting yourself in with the spare key she gifted you a couple of months ago after finishing work earlier than Alexia today. You’ve been sorting through some of the recent training photos you’ve taken of the Barcelona team, organising them on your hard drive in case you need to look for them later.

“Hi baby,” you greet your girlfriend. “How was your day?”

You can predict the tone of Alexia’s response before she gives it from the grumpy frown on her face.

“Long,” she answers. “Tiring. And I missed you.”

You’ve adjusted pretty well to balancing your relationship with Alexia at work in the seven and a bit months since you actually started dating. It helps that she’s a player and you’re part of the back office staff, meaning that you get a good balance between seeing each other at work but also having time apart. You know there are couples on the team but you don’t know how they do it, certain that you and Alexia would be bickering all the time if you spent all day every day at each other’s sides.

Today was one of those days where you didn’t see each other much at all. It was a media day for the new Champions League season, meaning that although you helped out with the setup of the studios and some of the equipment, the actual photos and video content were taken by the DAZN team rather than you and the rest of Barcelona’s in-house media team.

“But you love media day,” you tease Alexia, knowing that your girlfriend hates the spotlight that comes with being such a high-profile footballer, that she only tolerates all the media because she knows how important it is for the growth of the game.

“Only when you’re doing it,” Alexia reminds you.

Your heart swells at this. Even after several months of dating, you still get a thrill every time you’re reminded that you’re her person. That Alexia is just as obsessed with you as you are with her.

“What are you doing?” Alexia asks, sliding closer to you on the couch so that she can peer at the screen of your laptop.

“Organising my hard drive,” you tell her.

“Sounds boring.”

“This is my job,” you remind her. “You know what media days are to you? You don’t like them but they’re a necessary part of your job? That’s what this admin is for me.”

“But you can do it later?”

It’s not like Alexia to be clingy, it’s normally you who gets needy when Alexia is busy with media appearances or returns from an international break, but you can tell from the tone of her voice that she needs a bit of love.

“Were all the cameras today not enough attention for you?” you tease her. “You need some from me too?”

“Always need attention from you,” Alexia says. She decides to take matters into her own hands, lifting your laptop up and ignoring your protests as she sets it down on the coffee table, before filling the space left behind by straddling your thighs. “Let’s try this again. Hi, baby.”

You let your hands rest on her thighs, knowing what she wants but willing to wait a little longer to force her to make the first move.

“Did you need something?” you challenge her, keeping your hands still even though they’re itching to slide further down and cup her ass.

Alexia pauses for a moment, then swings her legs away and stands up. She hates not being in control and you know it, which makes it all the more exciting for you when you feign disinterest and manage to resist her advances.

“Nothing I can’t do myself,” she answers, before she turns and walks out of the room.

You glance at your laptop, at the rest of the work you’d planned to get done tonight so that you can start tomorrow afresh, and though you like to tease, you know for certain that there’s no way you’re choosing work over the girlfriend who has just silently invited you to join her in her bedroom after making it very clear how much she’s missed you today.

As you push yourself off the couch and chase after Alexia, catching up to her before she even makes it to the bedroom, work is far from your mind.

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Alexia is back to her normal self the following morning. The mattress beside you is empty when you wake, which doesn’t surprise you. Alexia has always been more of a morning person than you, choosing to rise early to prepare for the day with the kind of focus only a professional athlete could channel.

You slowly rouse from bed and stumble through Alexia’s apartment until you find her exactly where you knew she would be, sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee in one hand and an empty breakfast bowl sitting on the coffee table.

“Morning,” she says, looking up from the laptop on her knees and greets you with a warm smile. “There’s coffee in the kitchen for you.”

You mumble a sleepy thanks and go to investigate, grateful to your girlfriend when the first drop of caffeine hits your tongue. You decide to make yourself some breakfast while you’re there, rooting through the cupboard for a bowl but you don’t get much further than that when you hear Alexia’s voice call out from the adjoining room.

“Baby, what’s this?”

You abandon the idea of food and wander back through to the living room, the few sips of coffee you took in the kitchen having woken you up enough to realise that it’s your laptop that she’s looking at. You panic, desperately trying to rack your brains to remember if there’s anything bad in your internet search history that she might’ve found, but draw a blank until you’re close enough to see the screen too.

Alexia looks up at you with a curious frown on her face and you look at the screen, realising that she’s got the folder from your hard drive open, from where you were tidying it up last night. And you know there’s nothing untoward there, just folders neatly organised, some with player names and some with the dates of specific matches but there’s also the folder that Alexia has open. The folder that is named nothing more than a red heart emoji. The folder that contains a smaller collection of candid photos of Alexia from training and matches that don’t make it onto any of the official social media channels.

The folder that nobody but you is supposed to know exists.

Well, now it’s you and Alexia who know of its existence.

“I…” you stammer, trying to come up with an excuse. There’s an actual ‘Alexia’ folder on your hard drive too, photos that you’re happy to share with the club and the rest of the world, but taking pictures of Alexia is one of your favourite things to do so of course you sometimes end up taking more of her than the other players. And so what if you keep some of those photos for yourself, a collection of some of your favourite images of your girlfriend captured completely in her element, for your eyes only.

“Have I got myself a little stalker?” Alexia teases you.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you pout.

“So you’re not obsessed with me?”

“Says the person who went a few hours without seeing me at work yesterday and was climbing into my lap barely five minutes after getting home,” you point out, in an attempt to save some of your dignity.

“Oh, I’m not denying my infatuation,” Alexia replies. She flicks through the photos in the secret folder, stopping on one which is a side profile of Alexia, laughing candidly about something during training a few weeks ago. “This is a nice one.”

“They’re all nice, that’s why I keep them,” you say, as Alexia continues to scroll through them. “Sometimes I take pictures of you that I really like so I keep them all in a special place for later.”

She stops on another, this one taken during a game, where Alexia has lifted the hem of her football jersey up to wipe at her face, revealing the enticing set of abs beneath. You feel your cheeks start to heat up as Alexia tilts her head and shoots you a knowing smirk, and you’re caught between making eye contact with her, or staring at the abs on the laptop screen, each option only flustering your further.

“I suppose you think this one is ‘nice’ too?” Alexia asks, arching an eyebrow. “And on your work laptop too, naughty girl.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Of course it isn’t,” Alexia says, in a tone that makes it sound like she doesn’t believe you at all. “You definitely don’t take photos like this for when I’m away with the Spanish team and you’re really missing me…”

“I don’t,” you insist, shutting the laptop firmly and moving it out of Alexia’s reach, before sitting down beside her and curling into her side. Your cheeks are burning slightly at the suggestion, and thinking of the slight accuracy to Alexia’s words, you add in a murmured voice, “I’ve got much dirtier pictures of you in a private folder on my phone for that.”

Alexia turns her head, reaching for your jaw and tilting it upwards to look at her, her eyes dark at the suggestion.

“Want to show me what you do with those?”

The laptop is forgotten, the embarrassment of Alexia finding the secret folder on your hard drive dedicated just to her at the back of your mind as it’s replaced by far more interesting thoughts.

“You’re insatiable, cariño,” you roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed by her advances.

Alexia pulls you into her lap effortlessly, and it’s far from the first time that you’ve been grateful for the hours that she spends in the gym. And her moves aren’t the only thing that’s smooth, because the words she utters next are like honey in your ears.

“Look at you, how could I not be?”

Alexia’s words, intended to seduce, successfully coax your lips onto hers as you meet her in a deep kiss.

There might come a day when the initial excitement of your relationship with Alexia fades into comfort and domesticity as you build a life together, a day when Alexia doesn’t crave your touch after a day apart or when you don’t save all your favourite photos of Alexia in one place to look at when you miss her.

That day is definitely not today, so you’re content to keep being obsessed with each other.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #established relationship #strictly unprofessional

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satorubrain · 11 months

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Back again 👀👀👀

How would Gojo react if his s/o dressed as him? Like he’s back from work or he walks in on them- can be up up you!

I can imagine the reader giggling to themselves while trying not to trip over Gojo’s trousers BC WHY IS HE SO TALL???

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Tags: Fluff, crack, reader is implied to be short but lets all agree that Satoru is just a fucking buff giant. Why is he built like that. I'll stop ranting-

Synopsis: Gojo sees you cosplaying as him

A/N: I had to add stupidity to this.

"Perfect!!" You exclaim styling your white hair wig. Now all that's remaining is, do work with Satoru's humongous clothes. He was already giant yet his uniform is fucking baggy, which just increases your problems.

The amount of pins you had to use to make his pants fit you already have your hands aching. His top is a fucking dress and you think you're gonna cry. But it's too late to stop. Continuing to put on the white mascara on your eyelashes and checking if the blindfolds fit you-

"FUCK YOU SATORU" You scream trying to get rid of the anger his size is giving you. You just want to get ready before he arrives home. You just tear up the blindfold since you're now too lazy to make proper adjustments, it's just easier if you tie up a knot.

Finally, you put on the ridiculous wig. Yes, it's absolutely absurd that you decided the wig hair length should make up for the difference in height.

Oh lord this get up is hilarious. You're shaking trying to control the laughter while looking at yourself in the mirror. Unwilling to ruin your mascara, you decide to get up and wait for Satoru in the living room. You text Satoru that you "need him" before putting on the blindfolds again, manspreading and sitting like him with a wide smile anticipating his arrival any time now.

It doesn't take him more than twenty minutes to hurriedly unlock your door. But this is not what he was envisioning, nonetheless he is not disappointed.

"Im hOO-" he stops mid sentence removing his blindfolds so he can properly look at you for a couple of seconds before bursting into his loud hyena laughter, clutching onto the door knob for support because lord you knocked the air out of his lungs in the most comical way. You would've looked so cute if it wasn't for that darned wig of yours.

"Laughing at the strongest? That's not a very good idea" You choke out trying to control your laughter, biting your inner cheek.

He's wheezing oh so loudly now and closing the door behind him, so he can go to you and sit beside you. He fails to form any sentence whenever he even glaces at you- both of you are now trying to control your laughter, just wanting to breathe for a moment.

"C-can I have a pic-" He wheezes so loudly he starts coughing and at this point both of you have tears of laughter running down your face.

"Yes you may, my dear FAN" you yell the newfound nickname with your cracking voice sending the both of you into another fit of laughter.

It takes you both a solid while to calm down before he can have a photoshoot with you while recording the entire thing with another camera so he doesn't miss out any moments.

You both also record a tiktok with team rocket's motto, but instead of meowth there's an abrupt cut of you tripping over his damned long pants and your wig falling off your head with a screech and him trying to save you- the video goes viral overnight.

What others don't see is how you tripping caused a loud rip of his pants from your toe till your knee as the stiff wig falls with a thud on the ground and you both are rolling on the floor laughing again.

You best believe this man has tucked away the clothes you wore today, as he would say, "to keep the memories safe" but lets ignore how he made the wig a table decoration.

I'm 5'3- so imagining a whole foot long wig standing is fucking killing me.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

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darkwolf989 · 2 months

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Outside The Office Part Eleven

Hi all! Enjoy the latest chapter!

Several hours and at least one full video shoot later, I stood between Valentino and Velvette in the elevator as we descended towards Vox’s studio. Valentino had called her up to fix the mess that was my face as soon as he ensured I was physically and emotionally ready to go back out into the studio with him.

To her credit, Velvette took the destruction of her hard work in stride, dabbing a different concoction of creams and powders on my face. The ibuprofen from the morning had long since worn off, and every inch of my body was back to aching. On the bright side, it hurt less than this earlier in the day, or even last night. Even Velvette commented that the remainder of the blues had turned green, and most of the greens turned yellow, causing her to use a whole different set of makeup.

“You nervous, babe?” Velvette asked, arms crossed as we headed down. She tilted her head to one side and studied me.

I shrugged, biting back the nerves that simmered inside my chest. “I mean. My father used to throw me in front of angry reporters and speak when he was too busy, or didn’t care to do it himself. So, how much worse could this be?”

Valentino set his jaw and Velvette scowled. I could have swore I heard her say fucked up angels, but I couldn’t be sure. The door opened and Valentino paused, kissing the top of my head so as to not mess with my makeup.

“See you tonight, Princessa. Have fun.” He stepped back into the elevator and the door closed.

I turned to Velvette, and followed her across the studio to Vox’s office.

“I know my way around Vel, I don’t need an escort. You can go do whatever you need to do.” I told her.

“This is what I need to do. Your makeup needs to be adjusted based on the lighting, so for the next hour you’re stuck with me.” She pushed open the door to Vox’s main control room and strode in as if she owned the entire studio. “Vox! We’re here!”

From the center of the control room, Vox spun around in his chair to face us. He grinned when he saw her, his smile literally lighting up the room. “Ah, Velvette. How are you on this hellish morning? Or is it afternoon?” He pulled her to him and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Velvette rolled her eyes but I saw the pink rise in her cheeks. She definitely wasn’t one to show too much emotion, but when you’re in love…I guess your body has a way of showing it, regardless of what your brain thinks.

“Cut the shit Vox. She’s here, on time. Ready to go. So…let’s go.” She tapped her foot impatiently.

“Oh my little…” Vox began.

She pressed her finger to his lips, effectively cutting him off. “Not here. Not now. Let’s go. There is work to be done!”

Vox rolled his eyes but looked at me. He picked up his laptop and full coffee mug. “Alright, guess we better get going. Come, come. Follow me.”

He led us over to what was clearly a broadcast set. Two comfortable looking chairs took up the space, one tucked neatly behind a desk and the other next to it, just off to the side.The careful arrangement to capture only the best view of both occupants was obvious. I looked up and saw the multitude of cameras pointed, capturing every angle of the occupants of the chairs. The nervous feeling buzzed as it settled in my chest. This was much, much more different than the wooden podiums I was used to.

Vox led us behind the stage, pushing open a door. The room behind it was large, with multiple chair and mirror sets lined neatly against the side wall. At the moment, there were no actors or actresses skittering around, frantically trying to get dressed. The room seemed almost too empty with just the three of us.

“Hey, most people don’t give a shit who sees them naked. But I brought in a divider so you have privacy.” He nodded towards the corner. “But there shouldn’t be anyone in here anyway. I scheduled all my programming earlier this morning.”

“Alright, enough chatter. Or if you need to chatter, at least sit in the chair while I fix that mess of hair,” Velvettle ordered with exasperation.

I took a seat and she set to work. Vox sat in the empty chair next to us, typing away on his laptop.

“So, how is this going to go down? Can you give me a run through?” I asked as Velvette shuffled around me.

“Simple really. I host the most popular morning show in the seven rings of hell. You’ll walk out, sit in the guest seat and answer the questions I ask. Don’t worry about looking at the camera, or messing up. I’ll personally edit everything after to make sure it’s perfect.” Vox answered.

“Oh, personal edits. You’re so special. Usually he pushes that grunt work off on his employees.” Velvette teased as she ran a hand through my hair, separating the long strands.

“Yeah well, it’s not every day you out the Princess of Hell to all the universe,” Vox muttered as he took a sip of his coffee.

I thought back to my conversation with Angel Dust. “Yeah, I have questions about that. Like…why am I the Princess of Hell? Doesn’t Lucifer have kids?” I asked.

“Oh I wish. Maybe then our next ruler would be more like me and less like my sweet sister.” Lucifer’s voice appeared behind us. “Actually, scratch that. That may not be the best idea.”

Velvette was the only one who didn’t jump, completely unphased by his presence as she continued her work. Lucifer leaned over, putting both his hands on my shoulders. I looked at the reflection of our faces in the mirror. Under the bright light, I could see some of the semblance between him and I.

“Heard about your little outburst earlier. Wanted to check in, answer any questions and provide a little guidance on what to say before this all goes down.” He gave Vox a meaningful look.

Vox simply raised an eyebrow and took another sip of his coffee. “Outburst?”

Well. It was now or never. “ What the fuck happened earlier and why am I Princess of Hell and not your kids?” I demanded.

“Settle down,” Velvette mumbled. “I’m trying to work here.”

Lucifer laughed. “Simple answer to the second.I don’t have any. And don’t plan on it. You’ve been on the roster as the successor to hell since the day you were born, kiddo.”

“Well, what if that changes and you have kids? Does the title transfer to them?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I assure you it won’t. But no. I signed the line over to you, your mother and father as my witnesses. Not that you’ll take my place for another twenty or thirty thousand years anyway. Maybe longer if I feel like it. I like my job, and I’m not eager to retire.”

He could have thrown ice cold water over me and that would have shocked less than his words. .“Lucifer, my father knew?”

“Of course. Signature on the title and everything, We all thought it best. I was just content to let the man raise you up living your best life in heaven. Or at least what I thought was happening. If I had known exactly how that man was treating you I would have come and brought you down here with me much, much sooner.” He clasped both of my shoulders and leaned forward. “Oh well. Nothing we can do about it now.”

Velvette gave him an irritated look. “Do you mind? You’re in my way and messing up my artwork.”

Lucifer grinned. “Right. Sorry about that.” He let go and took a step back. “Back to your first question. I reviewed the footage Vox sent me and Valentino answered it perfectly. Much like your angelic side, your demonic side gives you certain…abilities. At all levels, demons can manifest and harness energy that surrounds them to use as they please. The more souls they own, the more energy they can harness and the more things they can do with that energy.” He glanced at Vox and Velvette. “You’re sitting next to three of the most powerful beings in hell right now. Neither of them are anywhere close to me, of course. But with the amount of souls they control, the more energy, the more power they can control.”

“So why did I, unintentionally harness and spew uncontrollable energy around Val, but couldn’t fight off the demons a few days ago?” I asked. “Because this newfound ability would have saved me a lot of unnecessary pain.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Simple. Your father taught you to shut down your emotions. To not feel pain, to hold in the anger, frustration, happiness, fear, sadness and the plethora of other emotions that make us who we are. Instead of acknowledging and expressing emotions, Angels teach themselves to ignore the feelings, push them down deep inside, spouting lies that emotions cloud logic. They claim emotions lead to irrational decisions, when in reality logic and emotion balanced together allow us to control ourselves, and in our case, the energy around us. You cannot ignore how you feel. To do so is a disservice, both to yourself and the world around you. If you want to maintain control, and use the power your demon half blessed you wish, you can’t shut your emotions out. I promise you, with the right blend of logic and emotion, you will be able to manifest that power and wield it as you desire.”

He paused before continuing. “The night you were injured, when I saw you as battered as you were, I was ready to kill both Vox and Valentino, and anyone else who got in my way. I stopped not only because you begged, but because as soon as you realized what was going on, you unconsciously began to harness and radiate that energy, and allowed those emotions to slip ever so slightly out of the wall you’ve so tightly built. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make me pause.”

I frowned as I tried to remember. “I didn’t feel anything.”

“Neutral face.” Velvette reminded me, tilting my chin up towards the light.

“Of course you didn’t, you were barely able to stand. But it was there, however brief it may have been. And now that you know it exists, and how it works you can start to control it, harness it. Feelings and logic, sweetie pie. You’ll get the hang of it.” Lucifer’s phone pinged and he scowled and checked it before shoving it back into his pocket.

For a couple of moments, the only sound in the studio came from Velvette’s brushes and Vox’s typing.

“So what now? What do I do after this?” I asked. “And how do I go about mastering that….logic and emotion?”

“Well, you could start by communicating when you hurt instead of sitting there biting the inside of your cheek every time a makeup brush touches your face,” he said, as if it was obvious. “Acknowledging the emotions and pain you feel would be a great start. As for the other questions…” Lucifer considered for a moment. “Once word gets out about your existence, we will address that. For now I want you to go out there, be the charming, bright little half angel you are, and then stick closer than close to these two.” He gestured to Vox and Velvette, “and the one upstairs. At least until things settle down. Both heaven and hell will be in an uproar over your position.”

“In the meantime though, we still go about our daily routines. Once you’re okay enough to go back out with us each night that’s exactly what we’re going to do. You can’t hide- that shows weakness. No, you’ll be out there, a shining, lethal star to the public.” Vox added.

Lucifer nodded and I heard his phone ping again. He cursed softly. “That’s all the time I have. Text me, kiddo if you need anything.” He leaned forward and lightly kissed the top of my head before vanishing.

Silence among the three of us.

“I lowkey hate how he can do that.” I said finally. “Vanish in and out like that. Can all demons do it?”

“Nah. That privilege is exclusively limited to the Morningstar line. You probably could, if you owned enough souls. And of course, mastered the emotions, logic thing. It isn’t that hard, really.” Velvette said. She reached around and patted my hand. “We’ll get you there. Don’t you worry.”

Nausea washed over me at the very idea of owning a soul. Or maybe it was from the pain. “I have no desire to have ownership over someone else. My natural born abilities should be more than enough.”

“You might find that someday that changes,” Vox said, looking up from his laptop. “Someday when you see a soul that needs help, and you can offer that help- but need her soul to be bound to you and to hell in order to offer that assistance. Sounds sappy, but all of our first contracts fit that general plot. That’s why they all sucked.”

“Truth. I think Valentino is the only one still bound to his first contract. Mine was ripped apart years ago.” Velvette added.

Vox concurred. “Yeah. I got rid of mine too.”

“Then why is Val still bound to his?” I asked.

“The wording. And before you ask, no. You can’t see it. You don’t want to.” Vox responded, looking down at his screen. He cursed quietly under his breath.

“How do I even write a contract? I’m good, but I’m not a lawyer.” I protested.

Velvette leaned over. “Babe you’re getting ahead of yourself. That’s probably a long way off. But to answer your question- the three of us are experts. We won’t string you up and leave you like we were.” She squeezed my shoulder in another rare show of comfort. “Now shush. Then I need you to get dressed.”

With makeup and hair finished, we stepped behind the divider Vox had put up. Velvette helped me out of that morning's outfit, slipping me into a pretty long sleeved, v-neck, knee length white dress with a dainty pearl belt. On my legs, I wore pantyhose that concealed all the cuts and bruises. The V necklace remained, and I stepped into pretty white, low heels.

“My goal here is to make you as angelic as possible. So when I dress you up in real clothes for when we go out, people won’t have that image of you. It’ll keep you a little more hidden, for the time being at least,” Velvette explained as she dabbed coverage around my neck and chest, concealing any marks the dress didn’t.

“Will people be angry?” I asked as she stepped back to study me.

She was quiet for a moment before she sighed. “Probably. I mean, Lucifer has literally ruled hell with no heir for all of eternity. But honestly, its the angels I’m more worried about. Sure they can’t survive in hell for more than a day, but that doesn’t mean they won’t try to step in and do some cleaning up on their own. Especially when they see you- an abomination in their eyes- in such a position of power.” She reached up and adjusted a lock of hair. “There. Perfect. Go see Vox and let’s get this done with. I’m starved and I’m sure you are too.”

I hadn’t noticed until that point, but she was right. Breakfast had been a while ago. Ignoring the grumblings that appeared the moment I gave recognition to my hunger, I followed her back to the chair. Vox stood up when he saw me, grinning at the both of us.

“Ah. Perfect. Vel, you have outdone yourself once again. Come on Princess, let’s get this over with.” He leaned over and kissed Velvette on the cheek. “We’ll be upstairs in about an hour. Have lunch ready for us?”

She rolled her eyes and typed quickly on her phone. “Consider it done. I let Val know too.I’m sure he’ll join us.”

I watched as she pranced off. A different kind of butterfly joined the rumblings in my belly as nerves sank deeper in.

“Deep breath kid, you’ll be fine. It’s just me.” Vox said, reaching over and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “Just pretend we’re having breakfast. Here, this is how it's going to go down. I’m going to take my seat and you’ll hear me introduce you. Music will play and that’s your cue to walk across the stage and take your seat. Feel free to smile, wave, whatever. People will like you just for who you are. So be sure to just be yourself.” He gave my hand a final squeeze before walking across the stage, smiling and waving to an invisible audience as music played around him.

My heart pounded as I listened for him to call my name. Time seemed to slow and after what felt like forever, I heard his voice loud and clear across the stage.

“You’ve heard the rumors and we at VoxTech are pleased to be the first one to confirm her existence. Please welcome the newest member of the V’s, Princess Reader Morningstar! That’s right, you heard me folks. Princess Reader Morningstar live in our studio today!”

The music played and I walked across the stage. I definitely felt a bit silly as I smiled and waved at the empty studio, but did my best to let it roll off. I took my seat on the other side of Vox and caught his eye.

“Good to see you sweetheart, welcome to the stage! So nice to get you out in the open after all these months together!” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. “Tell me, Princess, how exactly are you related to the big boss himself?”

I continued to smile and crossed my ankles gracefully, folding my hands on my lap. “Well you see, Lucifer is my uncle. My mom was his sister Lilith, who tragically passed at the hands of the angelic military soon not too long after I was born.”

Sad music played behind us and Vox looked grim, taking his elbows off the table as he leaned back in his chair. “I see. Here in hell we remember that tragic day- a true loss for all demonkind. Tell me, Princess. If Lilith is your mother, who is your father?”

“Who was my father,” I corrected instantly, “my father was an angel- the former leader of the exorcist division, to be exact.”

Music swirled behind us. I felt my heart flutter and I wondered if I had said the right thing. Vox didn’t seem to notice, or I didn’t display my concerns. In the moment, I couldn't tell.

“You heard that right folks. Half angel, half demon, twenty five years in heaven. Tell me honey, how did you end up down here?” He gave me the slightest nod, an encouraging smile.

I bit back the nervousness as best I could. “My dad, he knew what I was. Knew what he’d done. He sent me down here right before he was killed.”

“And who killed him, Princess?” Vox asked, his voice dropping in volume.

My heart pounded in my chest as I spoke my answer with more confidence than I felt. “The new leader of the exorcist division. My dad wasn’t the best, but he brokered the deal with heaven that Angels couldn’t simply come down to hell and slaughter demons at will. The culling of demons are- were- controlled by Lucifer. Now that my father is gone, and a new leader has stepped up, I’m not sure how long that deal will hold up.”

Vox leaned forward. “Do you mean to say there could be extermination days? Like there were in the early days of hell?”

I gave the smallest nod. “Unless a similar deal is made between Lucifer and Heaven, I would think that is a very distinct possibility.”

“Wow. And there you have it folks, out of the mouth of Princess Morningstar herself. Now over to our interview with King Lucifer, coming up after these messages.”

I heard a snap and Vox beamed at me. “Good job sweetie, that was excellent!” He pulled a laptop out from under his desk and began punching the keys. “We’ll play you, and then Lucifer’s interview confirming what you said and volia! We have television.”

I stared at him in dismay. “Vox, you can’t play that- those were all leading questions. I don’t know if everything I said is true. I was just guessing based on what I know.”

Vox shrugged as he continued to pound on his laptop. “Leading questions written by Lucifer himself. He did tell me you’d connect the dots on camera- I didn’t think it was possible at first, but he was right. Every word you said was directly on point for Lucifer’s script.” He leaned back away from his laptop and stretched. “Honestly I didn’t think we’d get it right in the first shot. You have a natural talent in front of the camera.”

Still uneasy, I took my phone out from the pocket stitched inside the dress, sending him a quick text. Usually so quick to answer, but today he didn’t get back right away.

“He’s probably busy. He does run all of Hell, after all. Come on, let’s go upstairs and get lunch.” Vox suggested standing up as he continued to stretch. “Ah, that was fantastic! I’m so pumped!”

I ignored his positivity and checked my phone again. No response. Vox put his arm around me and I involuntarily winced at the pressure. He pulled away instantly, a frown replacing his overly cheerful grin.

“I have medication for you. All you had to do was ask,” he chastised as we walked towards the elevator.

The exhaustion, the soreness and the overall events of the day caused me to be more snappy than I intended. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not actively dying, so I’m fine.” I replied through gritted teeth.

He pushed his hand to my forehead as we walked, and pulled away after a moment, brushing the makeup that rubbed off onto his pants. “You’re not warm. Which is good.”

“Right, because I’m fine. Better even than this morning.” I hit the elevator button. “Angels heal quick, and even Vel said my bruises have turned lighter even just in the past few hours.”

“You use the line ‘angels heal quick’ say that like it means something. Doesn’t matter how fast you heal, angels still feel pain.” He stepped inside the elevator and looked at me. “And don’t tell me they don’t, because we both know that’s a lie.”

Was it pity on his face? Annoyance? I couldn’t quite tell. I took the step in, standing next to him as the door closed in front of us. “I never said angels didn’t feel pain, I just said I was used to it.”

“Yeah and that’s a problem for all of us. I mean, I’m sure it’s a great asset in battle, and probably great if you’re in a bar fight. But when you’re home, in your safe zone you should be able to freely express when you’re not quite at your best. That’s what Lucifer was saying right?” He chuckled. “Believe me, Velvette is the worst when she’s sick, and she doesn’t hesitate to let us know it. At all. That ability to say how you feel truthfully is just a step into starting to control that emotion, logic balance Lucifer was going on about. It’s tough to maintain, but that’s why the three of us banded together initially. We’re each other's support system. We can tell each other when we’re angry, frustrated, sad, whatever, be it at work, at life, or at each other. Expressing those feelings helps to control them.”

I could feel my frustration level rise along with the elevator. I had spent the past twenty five years of my life hiding my feelings, concealing any pain. Did he expect that all of the sudden I would just be able to talk? Be able to say how I felt? Just the thought was enough to make me uncomfortable.

The door opened and we both stepped out into the flat. I turned to him, the anger inside of me building from the turmoil of the day.

“You want honesty? I’m sore and I feel like shit. I’m exhausted and would like nothing more than to march back into Valentinos studio and drag him back into our bedroom solely to be cuddled and loved until I absolutely pass out and sleep until I wake up in Val’s arms and then do all of that all over again until it no longer hurts.” I crossed my arms as I let every ounce of frustration show in my voice. They wanted emotion? Fine! They would get emotion!

A smirk broke out on Vox’s face. “Finally. Let it out. Course it would have been less explosive if you had said something a few hours ago, but it’s a solid start.”

I felt myself begin to shake from both anger and frustration. Behind me, I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist and pull me back gently. I let out an exhale. Valentino. At his touch, the anger and frustration melted away, replaced with shame. Fuck. Vox didn’t deserve to be yelled at.

“Is that so, Princessa? I had no idea you had such desires.” Valentino whispered in my ear as my body pressed against his. “I can make that happen this afternoon if you want it that badly, what do you say mi amor?”

I felt my cheeks turn red and I looked away. “Val, hi.” I swallowed nervously. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it. And I’m so pleased to listen to you verbalize your desires, Princessa. Now I can act on them.” He kissed down my neck softly. “See what happens when you communicate and use your words? Your wish is granted. I can work from home the rest of the day.” He gave me a gentle squeeze and released me. “ But first, mi amor, lunch. Go sit, I’ll bring it to you.”

I hesitated and turned to Vox. “I’m sorry I shouldn't have….”

Vox held up a hand. “No, no apologies. The whole point of this was for me to literally push you until you broke down and actually acknowledged your anger. Don’t you feel better now? Just like Lucifer talked about. And you get Val for the rest of the day- I call that a win.” He walked past me and gently tousled my hair.

A sense of warmness flooded through me and I followed him into the living room. I flopped onto my usual spot on the couch and closed my eyes. Vox was right. I did hurt, I was tired, I was angry about all of it. Not that yelling at him fixed any of those problems but part of me, somewhere, felt better just having said it, having put into words those feelings that swirled inside of me.

I thought back on what Lucifer had said, taking into account the events of the previous minutes. If it took figuring out how to balance logic and emotions to maintain control over the energy I could now manipulate, undoing years worth of military training was a small price to pay for the control that balance promised me. The more I thought about it, the more I desired that balance- the release and necessity counterparts to emotions and logic. It was the polar opposite of anything and everything I had been taught, but if it meant never losing control like I had earlier in the day, I was willing to give it my best shot.

After all, Valentino, Vox and Velvette could do it. And if they could do it, I was sure I would be able to as well.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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wait wait wait omg where was 1dbandmate!yn in the carpool karaoke??

Carpool Karaoke

SINCE 2010 MASTERLIST

Here are some of the highlights! :

"Hey man, eh do you think you can help me get to work? Ugh, thanks man you're the best." James hangs up the phone with a sigh of relief.

It's not long before Niall slides into the passenger side only for Louis to open the back door. YN follows in and scoots her way in with Harry on her trail. And finally Liam comes in and closes the door by his side.

"Hey James." YN smiles as she adjusts herself in her squished seat.

After some initial greetings, James is slowly 'driving' their way out of the parking lot. It was like a mum picking up her kids from school.

"Seat belts on everyone. Anyone need to wee?"

Harry raises his hand, "I need to wee."

"Hold it." James says dismissively.

"Can we get some food on the way?" YN asks, leaning over the best she can in between the center console, one hand on the driver's head rest and the other on Harry's knee.

"Of course we can, golden child." James says causally, 'focusing' on the road ahead on him. YN sits back in her seat with a satisfied smile as if she's silently boasting about how she's the favorite one out of the bunch.

...

When Best Song Ever comes on, YN falls right back into her usual harmony. Her and Harry look to each other, moving their fists in up and down as they sing, "We danced, we danced, it goes something like this!"

When James when he hits Zayn's high note, the band stops with wide eyes and surprised smiles as they look to the tv host.

...

James and Niall hands everyone a jean jacket. It was pretty difficult for the band in the back seat to put one since everyone was so tightly squished together.

"Louis! Yeh nearly clocked me eye out!" YN moves her head out of the way just in time to miss Louis's fist.

"Move yeh head then!"

Harry beckons his fingers so she can lean more over to his side behind him as he leans forwards.

Then James goes on to teach the band choreography for No Control.

"I'm a loaded gun," James makes a motion for everyone to point down to their crotches, making the band let out a chuckle. "YN if you don't wanna do that p--"

"No, no. I'll point to me own **** too. That's cool." Her cuss word is beeped out from the video and it makes James let out one of his high pitched laughs.

And when they're performing, everyone acts very suave as if they were actually doing a music video.

"Taste," YN sings to front view camera, lifting her shoulder to her cheek in a sultry way.

"Where is it Niall?" James asks, turning to the blonde lad as he sticks out his toungue.

"On my tongue." She slides the backs of her hands under her chin and jawline while fluttering her eyelashes. "I don't want to wash away the night before. Before!" She riffs her last word.

...

While James has Niall playing Sleep With, Marry, Cruise, it can be seen in the background that YN is mindlessly playing with the threads coming off of the rips in Harry's jeans at his knees. Although their conversation isn't picked up on camera, fans can clearly see them talking quietly amongst themselves.

Harry leans his head a little bit over to her ear, not so much given how squished together they are from their seating arrangements (which he's certainly not complaining about), "Dunno why we always gotta be playing games like this."

"Oh? So you're tellin' me you've got better things to do?" YN teases with a soft smile.

He's sitting right next to his crush for the past 5 and a half years, their sides and faces so incredibly close to one another than he can breathe in the minty gum she's chewing, her fingers grazing his bare knee as she braids the tiny threads peaking out from rips there--he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Clearly." He playfully widens his eyes and is gifted when she huffs out a laugh through her nose.

"Who would you choose?"

You.

He gives his shoulder a shrug, "Eh, dunno. Like I said I don't fancy these games. You?"

"Can't tell you tha'." YN discreetly turns up heat setting on Liam's seat warmer on the middle console in front of her while he's looking out the window. "You'll hold it against me one day."

"Whot? Is it me for all three of them?" Harry teases. He only said that just to see her give him one of her infamous eye rolls, maybe even a playful shove. But his heart begins to race when she sees her eyes still focused on where her hands mess with the threads, her lips tucking inward to keep her smile from growing.

"S'bit narcissistic of you, innit?"

Harry's thoughts begin to go a mile a minute. She explicitly didn't agree to that being her answer, but she also technically didn't deny it either. Before he can think to say another word, James suggests for everyone to sing along to their next track.

...

And the part where James does a rap for bridge of Drag Me Down and everyone chips in with their own flare, YN sings the consist melody of the pre-chorus.

Together, Harry and YN harmonize their first high note riffs together.

"Nobody can drag me down!"

The volume of their singing can be annoying to the boys next to them but they could honestly care less. It's when they get to their second set of high notes that the two end up bursting out in laughter at the fact that both of their voices crack at the same time.

YN puts a hand over her smile and the other to Harry's knee as she leans forward in laughter.

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marc-spectorr · 1 year

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Give me some Nathan Bateman content 😌

pairing: nathan bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of sex and sex machines, no smut tho lol

a/n: ask and you shall receive, nonnie. also this is way more than five sentences but it’s my first nathan drabble so here ya go!

“So…?”

“So?”

“So… what do ya think?”

Nathan flops down beside you as your mind wraps around the gift he’d planted at the foot of the bed.

Of course, you know exactly what it is. Your mind has temporarily short-circuited since your fuck buddy decided to build (and personalize?) this for you solely because he’ll be at a tech convention for two weeks, and three days ago, drunk-you had slipped out how much you were going to miss him.

“I-I can’t believe you made me a fucking sex machine.”

He grins smugly at your reaction, folding his arms behind his head against the pillows. “I’m still waiting to hear a ‘thank you.’”

You don’t indulge him. Not yet, anyway. You crawl to where the machine is to study its features closely. It looks like any other ordinary machine you could buy at an online sex shop. According to Nathan, you can control the speed of the motor with just a touch of the remote, adjust the angle of the thruster easily for a multitude of positions to try, and for some reason it has Bluetooth capabilities. Neat!

The cherry on top of this machine, however, is the silicone cock attachment to it. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you unscrew the fake, realistically flesh-colored dick from the device. The length, girth, and ridges of it are all too familiar to you, and when you finally realize what Nathan meant by personalized, he’s peering at you through his wire glasses with a smirk.

“Is this—”

“A perfectly casted mold of my cock for you to pleasure yourself with in my absence? Why, yes. Yes, it is.”

“You’re gone for two weeks, not two years,” you remind him, raising a brow.

Nathan sits up straight and runs a hand through his thick beard. “And? You can’t go two weeks long without sex.”

“Me?” You scoff incredulously. “Bateman, you can’t even last a day without stuffing your cock inside me.”

“Can you just say thank you and accept my gift so I can tell you one last thing about our very own fuck machine?.”

You roll your eyes and toss the dildo at Nathan, which he catches with ease. “Our?”

“Yeah, our,” he repeats as he scoots closer to the apparatus and screws back on the artificial cock. “Don’t think for a sec that you’re the only one who’s gonna have fun with this.”

“What do you mean? Are you gonna fuck yourself with it too when you get home?”

Nathan shakes his head, pulling out his phone from his pocket. You watch as he opens up an app on the screen, and that’s when it clicks.

A gentle whirring begins to sound as the fuck machine operates to thrust into the air.

“Not only can I control everything from this app, but it’ll also let me watch you from the built-in camera I’ve installed right there, which will make phone sex a hundred times better. Cool, right?”

You don’t reply right away. You’re stunned that Nathan managed to draft and assemble all of this in just three days. He may be an asshole most of the time, but god, this man’s brain is astoundingly brilliant, and it leaves you gaping in awe.

“We’re gonna test it before you leave in the morning, aren’t we?” You ask him, already knowing the answer as he reaches for your pajama bottoms and hastily slides them off your legs.

“Damn right we are.”

“Good,” you add as you lay on your back with Nathan prepping you himself for the machine. “Oh, and by the way, thank you.”

✨ send me an ask with a sentence + a character and i’ll write the next five ✨

#nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman #nathan bateman drabble #ex machina

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happilychaengs · 2 years

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Jennie - Panic [repost]

Anonymous asked:

gender neutral reader helping jennie through a panic attack at the airport with hugs and the reader being protective of her as people had the camera in her face

had to rack my brain and do a little research for this one i hope you enjoy! -r

With the way the crowd swarmed around outside the gate, no one else was on your mind except Jennie. She was never good at handling the egregious amounts of paparazzi or fans and you could definitely understand why. You looked back at her and gave her a reassuring smile, "I'll be by your side at all times, don't worry."

She mumbled a quick 'thank you' and tugged at your sleeve. "Can I hold onto your shirt while we walk?"

You gave her a subtle nod as you stood at the gate, "Are you ready?"

Gaining her approval, you walked through and quickly got bombarded by a barrage of camera flashes and phones in your face. The many questions and shouting of her name loud in your ear. Making sure she had a good grip on your shirt you walked with her as security surrounded you.

You kept trying to talk with her to get her mind off the crowd though at times like these you really wished her company could give her more security detail. You knew they were trying their best but with each and every step, the room you had was getting smaller and smaller. You were several feet away from the car, but the crowd had left you no room.

You were careful with the way you moved as you saw hands constantly grabbing out at her. But suddenly, one of her fans or paparazzi, you couldn't tell, lashed out and somehow scratched her, making her yelp out in pain. Your whole body immediately whipped back around and your eyes widened at the sight of blood on her arm. But that wasn't the most worrying part.

She looked like she wasn't getting enough air. She was hyperventilating. Trembling, shaking, tears flowing down her face as she almost fell down on your arm. She was having a panic attack.

"Hey that's enough! Give her some space!"

You shouted as you quickly made your way to her side and shielded her with your arms, not wanting her to be hurt again. Yet clearly they didn't listen to you as another pair of hands got close to her. You couldn't care less about the position you were in as you adjusted yourself around her so they couldn't reach her. You swatted some cameras away that got too close to her as the security pushed the line slightly back.

"Please bear with me for a few more seconds Jennie." You pleaded as you asked security to create space for you before you began practically running to the car with Jennie right beside you. Opening the door, you ushered her in as you shut it right behind you. As soon as you gave the driver the signal to leave, you put all your attention on the girl sitting next to you.

"Jennie... Hey..." You say as softly as you could, not trying to scare her any more than she is. You could see a frown on her forehead, as if she's in pain as she looks at you.

"I'm right here with you. Just try taking a deep breath with me, okay?" You wait for her to respond with a nod before breathing in slowly to try and show her what to do. She hesitantly tries to copy you but she struggles to do so, still breathing heavy.

She looks anxious, but you try to keep her attention on you as you breathe in again, waiting for her to follow suit. She attempts several times to breathe in again and again before she succeeded, her gasps of air being less frequent.

"You got this. Let's try breathing in and count for five seconds and then breathe out for five seconds now, okay?" You asked in almost a whisper.

With each and every breathe, you could tell she was getting in more control than she was before. You continue to keep doing it with her for a few minutes until you could see that she had gotten her breathing under full control. Her tears had since dried up as you got a band aid from your bag to cover up her scratch.

"Thank you." She mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. "For everything."

"Hey, it's what I'm here for." You said jokingly as she gave you a small smile before she laid her head on your shoulder.

After several minutes, you brushed a stray hair out of her face before hearing her mutter something in her sleep in-between her slow and relaxed breaths, making the rest of your day just that much better.

"Love you Y/N..."

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canmom · 5 months

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mmo rp is kind of fundamentally not so different from RPing in any messaging program, something we've been doing since the days of IRC. the story you co-create is primarily driven by what's written in the text box. no matter how well made the emote animations are, they are not communicative enough to really tell a complex story, so you always fall back to prose. your character's voice will be limited to a handful of nonverbal expressions - a laugh, mm-hm, uh-huh. you are constantly having to reinterpret bits of game jank as you construct your mental version of the 'real story'. and yet

these visual aids do make a really substantial difference in how you experience it i think. to honestly a kind of surprising degree. of course having a character design on screen helps avoid writing tons of descriptive prose - but there's also a lot that can be done with simple movement through space, like a character positioning themselves besides another, retreating to sulk, getting up to dance.

like in visual novels and manga, you have essentially a set of codified, symbolic expressions - but in FFXIV, every race has its own set of very charming and polished animations for nearly every emote, which adds a huge amount of info in how you interpret that character (and slot them into the otaku database). a roegadyn will by default be loud and brash, a viera refined and dreamy, a lala mischievous and childlike. a mi'qote is a cat. since all of these are chosen by the player, they act as a strong signal of what your character's deal is - their body language comes across even if it's not like the actual scene fully acted out.

and what's fascinating to me is that even when i know what the player looks like irl, i still find myself responding to their game embodiment in how i think about them, i don't picture them irl... but also, having the embodiment helps me get into character. I have two alts, and with each one i feel drawn to a different style of roleplay. just like a list of prompts in a ttrpg sourcebook, the embodiment you've chosen gives you something to bounce off when you're improvising.

roleplaying is very similar to improv comedy, and many of the same analysis concepts - 'offers', 'yes, and' - apply. we're essentially improvising a digital puppet show. building up an RP venue and customising our model is a way of laying out props to help that process roll smoothly.

i often dream about an mmo animation system that would be less janky - more control over camera placement, better handling of interactions between player characters and characters with their environment, more ability to plan out timing and blocking and so on - essentially trending towards multiplayer source filmmaker.

the problem is that such a system would probably have way too much cognitive overhead to be usable in real time improv. i think what something like ffxiv shows is that even very simple elements - besides the emotes, your character looks towards your target and moves their lips when you talk, you can adjust their expression and there's animation hooks all over the place line chairs you can sit on - can actually be a very expressive palette and people are pretty good at filtering out the jank when they want to create a story together.

indeed, it becomes a skill - knowing what animations you have, how to reinterpret them, how to line yourself up with other players. and in the end you don't remember the time spent shuffling forwards and typing /hug again and again, or standing up and sitting down repeatedly until it lines up right. you remember the cute sight of your character sitting beside your friend, looking fondly at each other.

there's also another angle which is like... i find real life 'going out' very difficult - usually hitting a point of information overload very quickly in a pub environment, and while music is easier to manage than a wall of conversation, i never really learned how to interact with strangers at a club, concert, convention. I'm not good with alcohol. when i try to a pub, i usually end up retreating into myself and ducking out. in mmos, though... i find prose much more easy to be expressive in, and the limits of the animation system kind of level the playing field a bit in terms of The Autism when it comes to body language and the like.

still, sometimes it feels like a very sad existence - i rely on this simulacrum, pretending i am being intimate and social with people i can't touch through a computer program that draws triangles. everything in an mmo is muted, blunted by the medium - which makes it 'safe', but also tinges it with a loneliness that can't really be broken. but for now, i guess the simulacrum is all I've got, you know? and i can appreciate how it's put together, all the effort that has gone in from devs and players alike to realise this alternative channel for connection.

but yeah. i guess it comes back to this again... there's a reason my online 'face' is a low poly approximation of an animal!

#roleplaying games #that said i should totally check out vrchat again now i have the gear lol #computer games #mmorpgs #ffxiv #introspective nightposting

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natsbaby · 2 years

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Voice Channel [pt. 2]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gamer!Reader

Summary: you managed to convince Nat to try out some video games as a way to bond, but you didn’t realize that a new fanbase would be formed because of it

Warning: none! Just a lot of teasing and minor cursing and unedited but 🤪

A/N: I am definitely not sorry for doing this story HAHAHA hope you guys like this short one!! <3

help me! [pt 1]

“Okay Nat! All you have to do is press this to shoot, pull this trigger with that finger to change the camera perspective, and this to move around. The game’s tutorial will help you for the other specifics” you spent the past solid hour teaching Nat various video games as an attempt to bond as a couple, which has been a lot of fun!

Nat was the one that approached you a few days ago about her interest in getting into video games, so of course as the gamer girlfriend that you are, you decided to indulge on this turn of events and help her out. You both talked about the different genres there are, checking which kind of gameplay fits Nat’s preferences and decided to try it out your suggestions during the weekend when the both of you are free.

Now here you are, sitting in the living room as you explain the mechanics of a shooting game you recently finished thinking Nat would love the real-life shooting aspect of the game as it is rather similar to her real-life job.

Nat realizes, however, as you explain the mechanics that maybe she was being ambitious with her game choice. The only reason she picked this game was because she watched you play this hame before, and she knew how much you loved this game so she thought to might as well play what you love so you both have something to talk about. What she didn’t expect was the complexity of games regardless of its level of difficulty in overall mechanics.

“Okay okay I think I got it” Nat says, although still a bit confused with the possible combos she could do in the game, as she puts on the headphones and adjusting the mic that’s attached to the headphones. “This game also allows players to talk to one another right?”

“Yep! But you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, it’s just easier to communicate between your team members since you don’t have to type and stuff” you shrug as you plop down besides her, grabbing your own controller and headphones to play with her. “We can start off really easy to ease you into this, like the tutorial level”

Nat’s already rather confident going into this since she has watched you play so she just waves you off saying she can handle a normal level. You chuckle at her confidence, but giving in as you start up the round.

“This is gonna be soooo much fun”

“Gosh I’m so dizzy” Nat mutters as she places the controller down onto her lap with one hand and removing the headphones with the other. “You didn’t tell me this kind of game gives players motion sickness”

“Welcome to the game life” you laugh as you pause the game, placing the controller down as well and stretching your arms over your head. “Not all games gives motion sickness, plus you get used to it over time”

She hums in thought as she massages her templates, contemplating wether or not this was a good idea or not. You chuckle softly as you softly press a kiss onto the top of her head before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

“Want any drinks?” You as as you open the fridge, inspecting your options before grabbing a bottle of apple juice for yourself.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having” Nat says tiredly as she rests her head onto the backrest of the couch with her eyes closed. “One last round before we try a different game?”

“Sure sweetheart” you say as you walk back with two glasses, the juice and an ibuprofen for Nat’s migraine. “Come on, drink up and let’s play again before we try out Fire Emblem”

Nat takes the pill and juice before firing up the game again. So far, she’s enjoying the game a lot more than expected since there’s no plot in this other than the general ‘kill everyone you see’ storyline. Though what’s more surprising for the both of you is how much fun the voice chat function actually is. It made sense for players to speak instead of type commands, although in the past 30 minutes of the two of you playing, there were a lot of toxic gamers (specifically guys) thinking they’re better even though you’re both girls. Alas, you beat their asses without any further issues which was fun to witness as well for you and the embarrassment for the guys.

“Hello?” Nat says into the mic as a new team forms for the last round you’re playing.

Typically, there would be 2 reactions whenever she initiates conversation. It’s either a normal hello back, or a douchebag of a guy scoffing before asking if she even knew how to play a guy’s game. What you both didn’t expect, which admittedly you’ve never experienced before other than hearing stories of this kind of interaction, was a gasp of a younger— but not too young girl.

“OH MY GOD!” This one girl calls out in shock causing the other (thankfully) female players to laugh at the reaction. “Well, hello to you too ma’am!”

Your jaw just drops as you turn your head to look at Nat who’s blushing profusely, before shaking her head and laughing with the other girls.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart” she says causing the girl to giggle.

“I- oh my gosh your voice is so hot! I’m so sorry if this is creepy but you really do sound very very attractive ma’am” the poor girl’s absolute gay panic just snaps you out of your initial shocked daze causing you to laugh hysterically with the other girls who’s also enjoying this interaction a little more than expected.

“Oh no that’s alright,” Nat says as the game starts. “I hope it won’t distract you in this round”

“You don’t have to worry about that ma’am! I am a professional who can definitely not die while we play!” Everyone in the team knew she was definitely just saying that so the others wouldn’t worry.

As the game progresses, Nat automatically became the team leader so she would call out orders but that one player just couldn’t pull herself together due to Nat’s naturally husky voice.

“That was a good shot, darling!” Nat suddenly praises the girl as she saw the girl snipe the opposing team from a rather far distance. Since the voice channel was rather quiet before Nat said that, the girl was sadly caught off guard causing her to voice out her gay panic noises as you couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

“I-I-I-! Ma’am! Please stop oh my gosh I almost missed” the girl desperately says as she tries to recover from her mistake, but thankfully killed the opposing player.

“Aww okay I’ll stop” Nat teases as she shuts up for a moment before the girl panics again causing you to laugh harder.

“W-w-wait baby i-i-i can-t breathe!” You say in between gasps as you ended up dying in the game while you clutch onto your stomach, trying to ease the cramping as the girl tries so hard to not offend Nat by saying sorry.

“I know sweetheart, I was just kidding” Nat laugh as she delivers the final shot. “Good game everyone! Sadly, [your screen name] and I would have to go but we hope to play with you girls one day!”

Nat ends the voice channel as she removes her headphones with a chuckle. “That poor girl”

“Nat- oh my gosh you did not have any mercy for that poor baby” you say as you finally calm down. “I honestly feel her though, I would probably do the same thing if we were never together and I’d hear you through the game for the first time”

“So thank god I’m your girlfriend then” she says with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk as you laugh.

“Oh yea definitely, I can hear your hot and husky voice whenever I want” you say with a grin. “But really though, thank you for trying this out with me. I know gaming isn’t your thing but I really had fun despite the 3 other girls suddenly simping for you for the last round”

“Yea it’s definitely a lot more fun than I thought” she smiles as she wraps her arms around you, pulling you onto her lap as she gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Next time though, pick a game that won’t give me a major headache”

You giggle as you nod in agreement, grabbing the controller before laying back into Nat’s arms and picking out the next game you hope your girlfriend would really enjoy.

“Now come on, I wanna introduce you to the character that made me realize I’m gay. You might like her too”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff fluff #natalia romanova x reader #natalia romanova #natasha romanoff

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deusvervemakesgames · 1 year

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Project RBH Devlog 0003 – Locked and Loaded

We’re a week down, three to go. I have no idea if I’m still on target or not because there’s one rather sizeable part of this project that I can’t even begin to run a time estimate on, but more on that later. For now, let’s check in on my progress.

As a refresher, by Week 6 I hope to have a fully playable micro-demo of this game. To get that to happen, the following needs to get done:

1 ‘dungeon’

Hub Area

Menus

7 enemies COMPLETE

1 boss

The basic powerups COMPLETE

SE + Music

Art

As you can see, I’ve finished the last three enemies, who I’ll introduce shortly. I also made some adjustments to the enemies showcased previously, mostly by increasing the range of their attacks. I also made terrain block the shockwave attack, so that cover will cause it to break up and create gaps in the ring.

As for the new enemies, we can start with a basic turret that repeatedly fires missiles at the player before taking a few second of cooldown between volleys.

I’m quite happy with how the missiles slow to a stop before detonating. There’s currently a minor bug with the missiles and how they interact with the player’s mercy invincibility, but it’s an easy fix I can change with a few keystrokes, I just haven’t yet. It was a fix I had to implement because of a different enemy we’ll see later.

Next we’ve got another area denial enemy. This one’s pretty simple, they fire in a circle, rotating their fire to create something of a spiral. They aren’t even aiming at the player, but the volume of bullets could prove to be something of an issue.

Not exactly a threat alone but dangerous in swarms.

Finally we have another enemy that doesn’t actually use bullets to shoot at the player. They instead have a cone attack of floor spikes.

This is the reason I needed that one fix I mentioned earlier. My damage code would recognize the attack as dealing zero damage when the attack was charging up (that is to say, when the spikes are still in the ground), and trigger mercy invincibility even though no HP was lost. This wasn’t a hard fix; I just added an exit to the damage function if the damage equals zero. That missile issue I mentioned is that the missile does not do zero damage, so the player is invincible for the actual explosion.

Next up is a minor bugfix. Previously, if you died, you would keep all of your powerups. I overcomplicated fixing this at first by trying to make a second set of variables to set the player variables equal to, but manually resetting them all is way more efficient.

While I was fixing the damage thing, I realized I forgot a powerup last week, so I added that really quick. They’re not exactly difficult additions.

Next up was the addition of Hitstop and camera shake. These are tools to help emphasize feedback to player, to make it easier to understand that you have been hit and where. Now when the player takes damage, the game pauses for a fraction of a second followed by a shaking effect with the camera. This is technically a bug, actually, as they’re supposed to happen simultaneously. I think I know how to fix it but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.

I had some issues with the hitstop actually, since the bullets use some of Game Maker Studios physics handling, and therefore will continue to move even while running no code, but I sorted that out with an empty While loop.

Which leaves us now onto the next hurdle. And it’s the big one. If anything is going to cut my time a bit close to that release date goal, it’s this.

Procedural Generation.

I plan to use the simple method of gluing premade rooms together like The Binding of Isaac rather than something more like how Nuclear Throne creates a totally random space. This gives me quite a bit of control over the encounters the player can have, as well as the environment. This is a game based around RUN AND GUN, as you might recall, and a more randomized organic shape might result in environments that clash with that gameplay.

The problem with that is that I’m not exactly a programming genius. I’m a designer, I design the backend and work with programmers who bring my design to life. Doing it myself is something I have to do because I am a solo developer but we are well outside my typical wheelhouse.

(I should note that designers should know at least a little bit of how to program, both for ease of communications with developers and coders, and to help with testing design such as parameter changes. Doing everything alone is a bit different.)

Researching how to pull this off was a pain. I mentioned before the Nuclear Throne method, and that’s the method that about 90% of tutorials cover. The method I want to use is mostly reduced to theory instead of practical implementation. However, I found a promising lead so I think I’ll be able to pull this off.

With any luck, next week I’ll be showing off some kind of procedural generation. The faster I get it done, the more variation I can add to it.

Three weeks to go.

Until next Devlog!

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citrus-simp · 2 years

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Mission Log 02

A/N: This one took veerrryyyyy long, but it's here! As always enjoy and let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

Warnings; language, suggestive themes/talk, smut, short sex scene, office sex, cockpit sex(*) and yes more is to come in the future

"Day 27 on our space trip to our new home. I am Co-captain Y/N Ackerman and this is my husband Levi Ackerman. It has been 2 days since I have woken up from hypersleep, and we are still waiting on the others to wake up. Our food stock is fine, the indoor garden has recently started to bud through the dirt so that's good. I miss home a lot, so it's hard adjusting to the environment until we reach our destination. Other than that, do you have anything to add Levi?" you say looking over to your husband

"Nothing to add, just hoping Hange wakes up before the brats do. Aside from that, you said what was on my mind. This is Levi and Y/N Ackerman signing off." the screen goes black and the log is saved into the files. You lean back in your chair and huff air out of your lungs

"You feeling okay?" Levi said pulling your chair closer to his "is there too much space?"

"Hey you never make jokes, are you sure you're not an alien disguised as my husband?" you smile placing a kiss on his cheek

"Yes I'm sure, but really are you alright?" he asked. He's been very concerned over you ever since you've woken up. He's been very attentive and alert about your well-being, your health, everything—more than usual if anything. Maybe he was right……

“I’m fine….maybe the whole Space, ship, and cargo and hypersleep thing are getting to be a little….I’m okay though.” You smile at him "now come on we have lots of work to do and things to check."

This was routine to do at least once a month. You checked on food supply, the fragile future you were carrying, the crew who was still dormant, and of course everyone else who was awake. Sometimes you checked the engine just to make sure and the cargo bay in case something was out of place. Today was a bit strange since there was something going on in the cargo bay. The lights had gone out.

"Do you think you can check on it and make sure it's nothing major that needs fixing at the moment?" Erwin asked

"Yeah, I got it."

"Levi, I need you to go and refresh our systems for temperature control."

"Whatever you say eyebrows." he shrugged "be careful in the cargo," he said giving your cheek a kiss

"Well he's more protective than usual" Erwin commented as his eyes didn't leave the main monitor

"I think it's just the whole space thing, and having to recolonize and all this," you said motioning to the ship as a whole "anyway let's go get those lights back on"

Walking down the quiet vessel you lose yourself in the quietness. It was weird, you knew at the moment there were only 3 of you awake but.....you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Sure there were cameras but Erwin wasn't stalking you. You just felt like a pair of extra eyes were watching your every move so far.

You come to the steps of the cargo bay where it was pitch black. You turned on your flashlight and shine it into the darkness. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, everything was in place. From the door frame, you could see the power panel in the back as if glowed red in the darkness. You sigh and carefully make your way down the steps, shining light on each step on the way down.

Being in the dark didn't help settle your thoughts of being watched. You walk as quickly as you could to the back of the bay and tap away at the panel.

"Come on, come on," you whisper to yourself as the system booted up again.

*taptaptaptap* You quickly spin around as you heard a quick step run past. Your breathing hitched, and your heart banged against your chest.

"Levi? Levi if that's you stop fucking around" you say out into nothingness. Dead silence.......it was uncomfortable. You could hear your own pulse in your ears. Your stomach was doing flips and your eyes desperately trying to find the source of the sound. *taptaptaptaptap* There it was again. That was it. You had to get out of there.

Looking back at the panel there was still about 35% to go "Shit, shit!" your flashlight flickers as if it wanted to die on your right there and then.

"Come on you gotta be kidding me, fuck!" you curse as you smack your flashlight against your palm. Your heart raced and your eyes started to water from the increasing anxiety. The panel reached 50% and it was enough for you to start running back to the stairs. You ran as fast as you could, running into the corner of some boxes, sure to leave a bruise. Finally starting up the stairs just as you were halfway up a burning sensation appeared on your leg. You hiss at the pain and keep going. You finally reach the door and slam it shut. You pant as you lean against the door trying to calm yourself. Looking down at your leg you had 3 long cuts across your ankle.

"Fuck......what the hell was down there?" you ask yourself still in shock

"Y/N, I got the temperature fixed, and guess who- Y/N! What happened?!" Levi jogged to you once he saw your condition and how scared you were "Did you cut yourself down there?"

"No! Someone-something was down there with me. I-I don't know what it was. T-then the flashlight w-wanted to die on me and-and I got cut b-by something" you try and explain through a shaky voice as tears run down your face. Levi wipes away your tears, hating to see you this shaken up.

"Okay first let's get you cleaned up, some water and then I'll go down there and see exactly what was down there" taking one of your arms around his neck he helps you to the med bay to get the cuts cleaned and wrapped. You sit on the examination table as e tries to clean your wounds carefully. He disinfects them and wraps them up. He wanted to believe that you were just clumsy and hit a sharp box....but those cuts were too big. You were scared out of your mind and you didn't scare easily. Hopefully, it was something like a raccoon that got on.

"I want you to stay off your feet for at least today alright? I'll talk to Erwin" he kissed your forehead and embraced you to try and bring you some comfort. You were calmer than you were before but he knew you were still shaken up.

"So is Y/N not awake just yet?" well that wasn't Erwin's voice. Could it be?! In poked the head of your best friend and coworker, Hange Zoe. The mad scientist who was also on the ship with you and your husband. She also happened to be the one who introduced you to your stoic husband. She waltzed in fresh out of the shower, you wanted to stand and greet her but Levi kept you on the table.

"Aww, you got hurt without me? No fair!" she whined coming over to hug you tightly "but it's always good to see my best friend. Has Levi treated you well since I've been asleep?" she whispered to you as she hugged you. Levi simply sighed at the obvious question. Even after being asleep for months on end, she was still the same Hange you remember.

"Well, I'll let you two get back to what you were doing while I get familiar with the ship." she smiled and waved goodbye. At least her small visit made you forget about the event that happened beforehand. The room emptied and it was only your and Levi once again.

"Come on, I'll take you to our room and I'll go and check what's down there." he picked you up and held you tightly against him. If anyone thought he was being overly protective he was. They were in space for crying out loud and now look what happened. He really didn't have anyone besides you, Erwin, and Hange, and you were closest to his heart than anyone. He only wanted you safe and happy.

After laying you down to rest he took it upon himself to investigate what had happened. He went into the cargo bay which was back up and running. There was one box out of place which you had run into, but nothing out of the ordinary. A few drops of blood on the steps from where you had gotten hurt. Everything seemed normal but there was nothing on the steps that could have hurt you.....so how? He'd make sure this wouldn't be on your tasks for the next time.

Later on, it was almost normal again. All 4 of you were around the table enjoying some drinks, stories, and good laughter. Hange especially enjoyed Levi when he drank since he became so out of character. He was very loving and affectionate with you and it was just interesting to see since he usually is only like that behind closed doors.

"Hey promise me, something guys, once we land and have things settled, let's do this again, only not in space" you offered as you raise your glass

"Promise," they all said in unison as you clink your glasses together and drink to your promise

"So," Hange starts "What's sex in space like?"

You spat out your drink and nearly choked on your drink "HANGE!"

"WHAT?! I'm curious about it in 0 gravity!" she expressed

"Hey, the genius we have artificial gravity on the ship" Levi answered back to shut down her topic

"Pst Erwin," she "whispered" behind her hand "The next time they're in their room turn off the gravity"

"I can hear you, idiot," Levi informed her while pulling you closer to him

"Alright everyone settle down, it's time to rotate positions," Erwin said "Y/N You have navigation for the next shift then Hange will switch out with you since she's familiar with the controls. I also understand Levi would want to be there with you." he announced, "If anything happens you may find me in my room for anything at all."

"G'night Erwin"

"Night eyebrows" Levi waved as you both stood up and head to the cockpit. Meanwhile, Hange went to get familiar and set up her lab for research. You made sure the ship was still on track, the temperature was stable, cameras were working, engines were fine and the gas was still full and wouldn't have to be attended to for at least a few weeks. You clear out the panel and gaze out into the infinite emptiness that held all the stars and more. You thought over how things have gotten to where they are now.

From space to a new planet, with 100 embryos to care for and protect. You would think of those embryos and about the dream you had while you were asleep. You had always wanted kids with Levi...so why would you not want the pregnancy in the dream? It felt strange too..like it wasn't yours...something else

"Hey, if it makes you feel better I went down into the cargo bay and took a look around," he said seeing that you were staring off into space-literally.

"Thank you, Levi, I think I just don't want to talk about it anymore" you smile "...but could you indulge me in something?" you asked spinning in your chair

"What? do you want to turn off the gravity?" he teased you

*"Well, the gravity will stay on but," you clicked a button that made a lock sound, locking the door "but I do want to try out a fantasy I've had"

"In here?" he asked raising an eyebrow "you know we did try this back on Earth in my office but now you wanna do it in space?" he chuckled spinning his chair to face you. You stand up and walk over to straddle his lap

"Well the crew is asleep, Hange is busy and the door is locked," his hands automatically come to sit on your hips. You could already feel him through his pants. You had to admit even tho you were asleep you can tell just how long it's been.

"I missed you" he huffed under his breath as your lips come closer to his

"Well...I'm here now" your lips crash in a fiery and passionate kiss. It felt familiar yet new like you were kissing for the first time ever. You felt yearning and want in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him but you also wanted to give yourself to him as well. Clothes were torn off, marks were left, hair was messed up.

You found yourself soon bouncing on Levi's lap bringing you both the pleasure you so desperately craved. You were so tight on him, yet it was a perfect fit and he stretched you perfectly while still feeling comfortable and familiar.

"fuck Levi, right there" you threw your head back as rocked against him hitting every spot possible. "Ugh so good!"

"Yeah..that's the spot..there?!" he panted thrusting upward into you meeting you halfway with filling the room with lewd sounds. Moans, pants, skin against skin, anyone would think you might have been watching porn. Levi then stood up and carefully sat you on the control panel. You skin being illuminated by blue light form below made you look like an angel... a dirty one at best. He slams himself back Into you spreading your legs apart to get to where you really need it. His skilled thumb finding your clit as he runs gentle circles

“N-never again….never that long again. Fuck! Y/N...I love you” he exclaims as you feel him twitch inside of you, you following soon after.

This was definitely an experience. You have heard of sex under the stars but takes it to a whole new level. You sat on the control panel looking up and out into space trying to catch your breath. Levi's forehead resting on your collarbone, leaving small pecks here and there. A small thank you and sorry for the past actions you both part-took in.

"Any more fantasies I should know about?" he asked making you laugh

"Well, I'll let you know if any new ones pop up" you answer back.

After cleaning, your small mess you both went back to your assigned shift. In the meantime, you used the large screen to look back on memories before you had left for this. Levi had made sure to save your wedding tape so you could have it no matter what planet you go to. You watch as your younger selves dance to your song. No matter how many people were in the room, at that moment you would look into Levi's eyes and only see him in the room.

Space was something unknown, and terrifying, but you weren't scared because you had Levi.

"Hey, why is the door locked.......OH-!" you hear Hange's voice behind the locked door. "COME ON GUYS I'M TOUCHING THE PANEL NEXT I DON'T NEED TO TOUCH LEVI'S JIZZ!!!!" you honestly couldn't help but laugh at the scientist. You unlock the door and try not to smile at Hange and blow your cover.

"You guys couldn't wait till I was done? Jeez," she chuckled and heard the tune that was playing on loop "Oh man your wedding song, I remember that. I also remember drinking too much...Hey Y/N, why don't you get some rest? I'll cover for you. Promise I won't keep Levi here too long" she offered with a smile

"Well, I am kinda sleepy, thanks Hange." you stand up and kiss Levi on the cheek "Night guys." you wave making your way to your room to get some well-deserved rest.

As soon as you left Hange's smile fell "Levi, something isn't right.." she said in a serious tone. "I ran some tests and I thought the system may be a little screwed up but it's picking up 5 awake crew members. The only ones I know are awake right now are you, Y/N, Erwin, and myself."

"What so....you're saying there might be someone or something on board with us?" he asked crossing his arms. "And could have that extra thing be what attacked Y/N? Maybe it's some rodent that got on Hange"

"I don't know yet...but it goes deeper than that. One of the pods was already open and empty...and it looked like it had been that way for a while. It was in the back row and barely noticeable. Y/N, already had a scare so I didn't want to tell her and make her worried." she explained

If someone did get out of the pod...why hadn't Levi seen them yet? Were they the ones who hurt you? He never kept anything from you, but you didn't need any more stress than what you had already. Even if he had to do this on his own, he'd get to the bottom of this.

But just what or who was on the ship with them?

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totentnz · 6 months

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a little something for the AU @bishicat and me have been fucking around with. essentially everything is the same but my v (viper) gets to be unhinged and without a brainworm, making viv's life just a bit more chaotic lmao enjoy!

"i'm not a chair jockey, viv." viper was clearly annoyed at the request for help with this gig. "coulda told me before what you were up to, woulda joined ya." there was a pop up in viv's user interface; access requested. johnny popped into her vision now. "don't."

it had only been a few days since v crawled from the wreck that was the arasaka tower gig and he had watched her stumble and fuck up for long enough. when he said he didnt want her dead anymore, he was telling the truth: he needed her to fix his past mistakes and she wouldnt be able to do any of it with the way things were going right now. she lost all her implants and was now living the life she had given so much to avoid. it was a fucked up stitch and he felt for her, perhaps he even appreciated her unwillingness to lie down with the fallen. they had to get through this together and two heads were better than one, especially if one was filled with hot air and pipe dreams, johnny thought.

he was sitting on a barrel next to her. though she didn't reply to him and her hesitation meant she was willing to hear him out. "don't trust the chick." he lit one of his cigarettes and took a drag. "sides, shouldn't allow any runner into ya system." he watched her, tried to grasp what was going on in her thoughts, was curious to see if she would give his words the time of day, see if she would even consider if what he was saying was true. "she's not any runner though. i trust her." the engram rolled his eyes and adjusted his position to face v. "clearly ya do but that don't mean you should." johnny was getting agitated now, how could she be so blind? within a year she was betrayed twice: first by saka, then by dex and yet she would still a person so blindly; a person going by viper of all things.

"what the fuck are you talking about? you --" their conversation was interrupted by the voice on the holo. "viv? c'mon you said this was time sensitive." this interruption pissed him off even more. she was so full of herself, thought her time was so precious, on her netrunner high horse. "sorry, giving you acess now." viv finally said and johnny would've held his breath if he had any. this could be the end, he was given a second chance at life and it would all end so quickly just because he had to wake up in a gullible gonk's skull. however, nothing did happen, yet.

"a'ight. look up for me, find a camera." viper instructed, the tone in her voice was a bit too playful however. "why are all netrunners fuckin weirdos, control freaks?" he wondered. johnny wasnt surprised when viv looked around like she was told to; what a great employee, following orders without questions.

soon multiple icons depicting a snake bearing it's fangs popped up all around her vision, meaning viper was hacking away already. it was all so fast these days, she didnt even need to be present, didnt need to be physically jacked into any port to fuck with the system. it freaked him out though v being completely unphased by it was somehow worse.

"your funeral." johnny jumped down from the barrel he sat on just to appear on one of the catwalks in the factory a few feet in the air. "you've seen my memories, you know her as well as i do! you know she can be trusted!" viv argued. "yeah, that's what worries me. how long's it been since the two of ya last spoke? 4 years? more? an' she hasnt changed a bit? 's just ready to help ya? pick up exactly where ya left off? after you abandoned her for a corp? doesnt seem likely to me." he paraded, walking up and down the metal walkway, erratically taking a drag from his cigarette after each question. "it's called friendship, johnny, know ya dont trust nobody. doesnt mean i have to." viv ducked behind one of the barrels to hide from the patrol that was making their way back into the hangar and johnny threw the cigarette bud down at them.

"place should be your playground now. doors unlocked, cameras on loop, turrets shut down." there it was again, that chick really thought she was the best runner there is, ridiculous. he was itching to give her a piece of his mind, another downside of not having vocal chords of his own.

"thanks val, owe ya one." viv replied with a smile and johnny stretched out his arms, letting himself fall off the catwalk. "on my way over there now. how're ya doin this?"

johnny appeared right in front of v now, if he had a smell she would be able to make out the cigarettes and tequila from nights past. "ya think saka just let you go? ya think they didnt send someone? after ya stole from them?" it was clear to him: arasaka would never let him go and this was the oldest trick in the book. step one: find someone from your past. step two: replace them or start to control them. step three: you are now under constant surveillance and soon they will control you too. his mind was racing now and he once again wondered how she was unable to see it.

"oh, for fuck's-- think she's a sleeper cell? sent to take me out, soon as i spill some corp secrets?" v's dismissive tone only strenghthened his belief that their friendship was an elaborate con to get to him. it had to be. "clearly your gonk ass still doesnt know what saka is capable of."

"bitch! quit talkin' to ya fuckin' hallucination!" viper yelled from the holo. v just had to tell her so called friend about their sitch huh? and viper was all too eager to believe it. sure it was true but who would believe any of this? someone who is supposed to believe it, gain her trust, clearly.

"plan 's to do this silent." v used to be good at it, doing things quietly, but now without her implants and no eddies to buy new ones things had proven to be more difficult, much to both of their frustration. only reason she called up viper for help was due to her not being able to efficently hack her way into this.

"gotcha, will stay on the call, keep me updated, yeah?" something would go south, it was just their shit luck and even if it didn't happen naturally, the runner had everything she needed to put v into an even bigger debt. "i smell a rat v." johnny said, finally disappearing for good.

#sammy says shit #sammy writes shit #johnny thinks the whole world revolves around him #as we know and love him #p; townie #au: everybody wants to rule the world #oc:v

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nyxlaufeyson · 9 months

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Zappy goes Zap

Main Masterlist - Marvel Oneshots - Loki Oneshots

POV: Third

Ship: Nothing mentoined. Includes Tony & Original Fem Character and Loki & Original Fem Character

Type: Fluff!

Wordcount: 809

TW: None

Synopsis: A scientist at Avenger's tower creates a new robot.

Day 8 of AU-gust*: "Robots & Androids" * Not entirely sure if this even counts as an 'AU' since she's an OC, but whatever it's an AU because I ignored cannon.

A/N: I love entering my OCs into different universes it's so fun! Hope you enjoy. :)

“Whatcha working on there, Buzz?” Tony asked, walking over to Buzzy, who was immersed in her work. Startled, she jumped up from her spot, grabbing a screwdriver and pointing it towards Tony in defense. “Woah there, Buzz, it’s just me.”

Once she realized her visitor was Tony, and not some scoundrel, she relaxed a bit, dropping the screwdriver on her workbench. “Just a new bot. Named this one Zappy, because of all the sparks he’s thrown my way while working on ‘em.”

Buzzy patted her project on her desk, smiling proudly. In her smile, you could see that she had a gap on her top row of teeth, where she had accidentally knocked a tooth or two out while working.

“What’s he for?” Tony asked, examining the robot in front of him. The bot was made from several different materials, giving it a unique look. While one might not see the bot as more than pieces of scrap, Buzzy liked the look. She thought it gave Zappy more style than most modern robots.

“He’s a patrol bot. My goal for him is to have him roam around somewhere, then scan his surroundings with this little thing,” She pointed to a camera on the bot, “And he will report any malicious acts back to us.”

Tony nodded, scratching his beard as he considered the idea. “So, similar to what I was doing with Ultron?” He asked, a bit concerned since the last time he attempted a public safety robot, it didn’t go so well.

“Nope. While Zappy is intended to increase public safety, he won’t be equipped with anything to fight. He just will alert us, or local authorities depending on what’s going on. He couldn’t do anyone harm.” Buzzy assured, before tilting her head as she changed her mind. “Unless he happened to blow up. That would probably hurt.”

Tony raised his eyebrows, but Buzzy shook off the hypothetical. “Of course, he will be going through many more tests before he goes out into the city. So, if he does blow up, it’ll only blow us up.”

Tony rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “How reassuring.” Buzzy smirked, and pulled her safety goggles back down on her face.

“Wanna see me run some tests?” She asked Tony, while someone else walked into the room. When Buzzy saw who it was, she narrowed her eyes. “Uh-uh horns, hair up in my lab. You know the rules.”

Buzzy grabbed a hair tie-for she always had several on hand-and tossed it to Loki, who rolled his eyes before reluctantly pulling his hair up into a ponytail with a huff.

“What are you working on?” He asked, walking up to Buzzy and Tony. Buzzy just smiled, tapping her fingers against the workbench.

“Wanna find out?” She asked, and before Loki could answer, she pointed over to the bucket where she kept her safety goggles. “Get a pair. You too, Tony.”

After Loki and Tony had successfully secured their safety goggles, Buzzy began to make some last-minute adjustments to Zappy. “Tony, can you hand me the RJ45 over there?”

Tony grabbed the connector, handing it to Buzzy as she finished up before flipping a few switches on the bot and on a controller. “Ideally, we would have him operate on his own, but that will take a bit more programming,” She explained, “So for now I’m just going to use this controller.”

Buzzy set Zappy on the ground, giving him a good-luck pat before she took a step back. “Here goes.” She whispered, starting to move the controls.

At first, the robot did exactly as she wanted, moving in its intended direction with each pull of the controller’s joystick. “Loki, pretend to stab Tony.”

Loki smirked, while Tony looked terrified. “Wait, what?” He said, as Loki summoned a dagger and held it up to Tony. Buzzy stepped out of the way, allowing the robot to scan the pair behind her.

The robot made a few noises, before sending an alert to Buzzy’s computer. “Yes!” She said, but before she could go to switch the robot off, a loud bang knocked her, Tony, and Loki to their feet.

Buzzy slowly sat up, coughing as she waved her hand to attempt to clear the smoke around her. She heard Tony and Loki groan as they got up as well.

Buzzy frowned as she looked at the pile of metals that had once been Zappy. Tony and Loki weren’t sure what to say, so they began to offer their condolences for the bot.

“It’s fine.” She said, waving her friends off as she grabbed a pair of gloves and picked up the pile of scraps, laying them back on her workbench. “He started from this, so he can be rebuilt.” Buzzy said, confidently.

“Hopefully, this time, you’ll be able to prevent it from blowing us all up.”

A/N: BTW There's always a chance for an OC I make a oneshot or something for to return in the future, so always be on the lookout!

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The Notes You Left pt. 2

Part One Is Here | Explanation Post is Here

Author's Note: Thank you for the feedback! Someone in the comments showed me that someone managed to get a rough estimate of how much Batman weighs and his height by using a picture of him standing next to Bruce after an attack on Wayne Manor. And DANG I knew Bruce was tall and bulky but DAMN. Batman is 6"4 and 250lbs of straight muscle. For anyone who isn't aware, according to most sources Bruce is anywhere between 5"11 and 6 foot, and is almost always quoted as being 190lbs. Like Bruce is also pure muscle but holy shit he must be TINY compared to Batman. ALSO: some people who are new to the fandom are just now discovering the "Abel Bates" name! The fandom came up with it! I can't honestly remember what Abel means, but I remember that Bates is an Old English word for Bat. On the nose lol I know. Anyway, here's chapter 2!

Chapter 2:

"Glider wings require a heavier, more durable fabric. They are fine if you are in clear skies, but if this is gonna be a product for tactical use or an everyday transportation method for those in cities or in heavily wooded areas, a fabric change is necessary. Given that most people don't live in the suburbs, I would highly recommend graphene fabric. I understand it is a newer technology but its great at getting the job done. There is a place in Metropolis that makes it if your ok with outsourcing. If not, I'm sure Wayne Tech is smart enough to figure it out. Other than that, my only note is that landing with this thing is horrible. It can be done but not as easily as you'd hope. Perhaps its an aerodynamics problem, or its not designed for Gotham weather, but perhaps different models for different climates and weather patterns. Gotham is gonna need one that lands easily on windy days, otherwise someone could get seriously hurt. Thank you for your understanding, and as always, the other prototypes were left unharmed.

- B"

Bruce saw it on the news before anyone even reported it missing. The Batman using a Wayne Tech prototype glider while fighting Riddler. People were starting to assume Bruce was just giving this stuff to him. In many ways, he essentially was.

Monday was the press meetings. Damage control. "We are doing everything in our power to stop these thefts. As of now, we have no leads, and no idea where the prototypes could be going."

Tuesday was the police. "Seriously? Again Mr. Wayne? Don't you guys have security?"

Today was Wednesday. Get into work early, plant the note in the science department, erase footage from cameras. Easy peasy.

Bruce finished up transcribing the latest letter. The Batman had left this, along side various tests he had run. Bruce had no idea what the hell "graphene fabric" is but he's sure either the science department or the textiles department will know.

"Alfred, you know a lot of tailors, right?" Bruce asked. Alfred Pennyworth, the man who was just suppose to be his butler. It was a big media storm when Alfred announced he was adopting Bruce after the Waynes were murdered. Social services nearly stopped him, but something happened and the adoption went through. They've been each other's family since.

"A select few. I knew more when you were a teenager. I had to get your clothes mended and adjusted at least twice a month when you were that age. I'd blink and you'd grow an inch, it was a constant problem. Now that your an adult? Not nearly as many. Why?" Alfred asked him.

"Do you think any of them would know what graphene fabric is?"

"Graphene what? I've never even heard of it."

"It's a type of fabric, it's meant to be very durable."

"Master Bruce, I have been washing, drying, and ironing your clothing since you were a baby. Almost all of your clothes are made from long lasting, durable fabrics. I can tell you right now that the suit you have on right now is made of pure silk. I have done enough laundry and looked at enough of the tags on your clothes to know that whatever that is is not in anyway a common fabric. At least not for clothing."

Bruce thought about this for a moment before speaking. "Alright then. Hey, just so you know, typewriter is gonna need more ink", he said, before finishing his coffee and leaving for work.

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Bruce arrived early. 5:30 am, to be exact. Nobody is working until 7 at the earliest. Gives him plenty of time to plant the note, erase any footage of him in the building, and then go get a non-caffeinated breakfast.

After successfully planting the note in the science department, he goes to erase the footage, only to find the cameras are already off.

"Why are you helping me?" A deep voice behind him asks. Bruce feels a chill run down his spine as he turns around.

There he is. In the flesh. The Batman. Something about being this close to him is horrifying. The suit definitely adds some of the bulk, but this guy is Big.

"Am I not suppose to help?"

"First note was a mistake. I was bleeding, in a hurry, and pen and paper were the only thing I could find. The second was to see if you'd cover for me again. And you did cover for me again. And again. And again. So once again Bruce, why are you helping me?" He asked him. Bruce understood how he could be so intimidating. But at the same time, there was this feeling of... familiarity to it. He wondered how far he could push it.

"Well, you see Bats, those notes you leave us are gaining me more than I'm losing. Those products release with almost no bugs left. Even this latest theft of yours is gonna be beneficial for me. I don't even know what graphene fabric is, let alone how useful it could be in this and in other products. I am a business man. This is a profit." Bruce explained. That wasn't the real reason. That was the reason he told himself so he didn't think about it too much.

"That explains why you didn't turn the notes in. Not why you've been transcribing them."

Bruce was taken aback by this. He shouldn't know that part.

"How do you-"

"I hack into your cameras regularly to turn them off. You think I don't do the same thing to watch whats happening? How do you think I know what to take? So once again, why are you transcribing the notes for me?"

"Your handwriting is shit"

"And yet you can read it"

The tension in the room was... heavy. Bruce couldn't entirely tell what it was other than intimidating and scary, but there was something else in the air that he couldn't place.

"I don't want you getting caught". Bruce explained. "I'm afraid someone will turn it in, or that they'll recognize the handwriting and turn you in."

"I appreciate that. Now why do you care?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Most wealthy people in Gotham wish I were dead. The police force hates me. And for every 10 citizens to whom I bring peace, there is 1 who I scare to the bone. So why do you want to protect me?" He asked. Bruce couldn't see his eyes under the mask, but he could feel them. He could tell that there was eye contact that had gone unbroken since the second this conversation began. It shook him to his core.

"Something about the way you write those notes is familiar. Something about you in general is familiar. Even talking to you right now feels familiar. Seriously, do I know you under that mask? You don't have to tell me who you are, just a yes or no"

Bruce felt, in that moment, that he was being studied. The eyes under the mask seemed to have left his own, and instead took a moment to ponder his body language. He suddenly felt that everything he was doing was wrong. The way he stood, the way his hands rested, the look on his face, it was suddenly all being tested and put under review. It made it hard to think.

"Will you continue to help if I tell you?" The man in the mask asked him.

"Of course."

"Yes. You know me. Hurry up and get out of here, it's almost 6:30, you should be gone by now. Do yourself a favor, pretend to sleep in and show up late."

"What about the footage?" Bruce asked.

"Bruce, no offense, you are shit at actually erasing the footage. I do this for you everytime. I'm amazed you didn't get caught the first time. Now go."

Without another word, Bruce left.

ACTUAL Author's Note: Ya know how sometimes when Bruce and Batman have to be somewhere at the same time (for example when Bruce sorta just KNOWS a banquet he's holding is gonna be attacked) that Bruce will have Clark be Batman for the night, that way people don't think they are the same person? Yeah that's where those "Batman measurements" ACTUALLY come from. It's just Clark compared to Bruce lol.

Btw feel free to share this and reblog it, this is such a niche fic and I doubt anyone is gonna see it otherwise

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