#crazy d isn't my cup of tea i think

[whos-hotter-jjba]

The JoJoStands Matchup

#first submission poll!! thank you so much for the suggestion anon!! #i put the pics of the first times those stands appear but feel free to consider different acts appearances or upgrades! #now. hermit purple IS fuckable (i will not elaborate) but it's not hot per se #star platinum is hot but basic #crazy d isn't my cup of tea i think #gold experience and stone free are my biggest contenders #tusk is too baby in this act and there aren't any other acts i think it's particularly hot #soft and wet is a very real possibility #and november rain is too leggy it looks like a virus #sooooo. who knows i still have three options #hermit purple #star platinum #crazy diamond #gold experience #stone free #tusk #jjba tusk #soft & wet #jjba soft & wet #november rain #jjba november rain #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #vento aureo #golden wind #stone ocean #steel ball run #jojolion #jjba jojolion #the jojolands

[the-writer-arrived]

Voice lines and habits that give me unholy thoughts

Synopsis: it doesn't need much for your cute little brain to go haywire with desire for him... (un)fortunately for you, he's quick to catch on the signs and use them against you.

Characters: wriothesley, alhaitham.

Warnings: afab!fem!reader; explicit smut; established relationship; a bit of plot since i like the build up to the horny part; use of handcuffs, oral f!receiving, fingering & overstimulation (wriothesley); semi-public/office sex & oral m!receiving (alhaitham).

A/N: wrio's teaser and web event messed with my brain :D hoyoverse def knew what they were doing when they created him.

This work has sexual themes and is not suitable for minors. If you click on read more, I am not responsable for any discomfort you may feel reading this. You have been warned.

"...Sweetheart, did you hear me or were you too busy staring intensely at my hand?"

"...Oh! I, uh... was just thinking about an answer to your question!"

"Does my question of whether you want more tea or not need that much pondering over?"

Wriothesley rests his cheek on his hand, not even trying to hold back a smirk as he watches the redness of your cheeks becoming more proeminent.

Shit. So much for thinking you were being discreet about it.

You decide to exercise your right to remain silent, taking the teapot and filling your own cup, promptly ignoring the chuckle coming from the man before you.

At the corner of your eyes, you see the handsome bastard has the audacity to return twirling and moving that dastard pen again, as if to taunt you.

...Is feeling jealous of an object too concerning of a sign?

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Wriothesley was seeing you out of his office, a stack of documents in your arms that needed to be delivered to Neuvillette about the recent happenings of the Fortress, a task that you were more than happy to do for him.

As you were finishing your conversation, you hear a commotion coming from the Coupon Cafeteria. With a shared glance between you two, the warden walks towards the scene to investigate, you following a few steps behind.

There, you see a group of inmates-- no, it's more like one inmate is causing a ruckus while the others are trying to cool him off... without much success apparently. In fact, things are quickly getting out of control when the riled up man begins to fight anyone opposing him.

Your boyfriend is known to be level-headed, always trying to resolve internal conflicts by talking things out to reach an agreement. Cases like this one, however, require a more... on hands approach.

It all happens too fast. The prisoner turns around to hit the next person that dared to touch him so casually, only for his sloppy attack to be dodged with ease by none other than the Duke himself. One could easily see the color draining from man's face, any trace of his anger disappearing in a flash.

You gasp at the scene ahead of you, having to lean on the large pipe next to you as your legs suddenly feel weak.

Make no mistake, your reaction isn't fear by the violence you witness, far from it. Rather, it is because of the sudden wave of arousal you feel as you watch Wriothesley pin the troublemaker underneath him, pulling his arms behind his back to cuff him.

Fuck. For a split second, you wish you could trade places with the inmate.

'...What in the world. Get a hold of yourself!'

You shake your head in an attempt to clear the indecent thoughts... Which proves to be futile at the way the stern and cold look of your lover melts into a soft and warm one when his eyes turn to you. All while 'adjusting' his loose tie, aka pulling it lower and revealing a bit more of his scarred skin that you adore kissing it.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? Sorry, did that scare you?"

His duality makes you crazy horny-- t-that is, deeply in love with him!

"No! No, no, I wasn't scared! I was just, um... feeling a little faint due to the heat, yes!"

You wave a hand in front of you make it more believable... which don't seem to be working very we'll, seeing the frown on Wriothesley's face. So you start your plan B: run away.

"Ah, I-I better go deliever this documents to Monsieur Neuvillette then. Seeyouathomeloveyoubye!"

Wriothesley watches as you scurry off to the elevator, clutching the files in your arms like a lifeline. He shakes his head, a hand covering the grin.

"Oh darling, you're too easy to read."

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"Y-You mean-- ahh, that you k-knew all along?!"

"How could I not, when your eyes were almost begging me to fuck you? You should reward me for my self control, sweetheart."

Any retort you had dissolve into a shaky moan when Wriothesley curls his two fingers inside your core, hitting that deep spot that turns your brain into mush.

You want grasp the sheets, you want to scratch his back, you want to cover your face, ANYTHING. But you can't, not with your hands locked with his handcuffs to the bedpost. You hate it and you love it.

"Wrioooo..."

"Now, now princess, don't tug the handcuffs so hard, it'll hurt you and we can't have that." His free hand trails up your arms, lightly dragging his nails to make you shiver at the ticklish feeling, until he holds your wrists in place. "Be a good girl and focus on me, yeah?"

Jokes on him, that's what you've been doing the whole day. Thinking about your dear boyfriend, his sweet personality, his cute adoration for tea, his godly body, his great strength and how you wished for nothing more than to be bent over his desk and--

"C-Close, close... Gonna-!" Your babbles are interrupted by a gasp, Wriothesley's fingers speeding up and his palm brushing against your clit over and over that it takes just a few seconds for you to see white, body taut, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over you.

The Duke slows down his movement until his hand stops completely, kissing your temple and cooing at you when you whine at his fingers leaving you empty.

You sigh when his mouth meets yours in a languid kiss, helping your heartbeat return to normal... until it races again when you realize his lips going down, down and down your body...

"W-Wrio... what are you-- Ahh!" You squeal at the sudden cold sensation in your sensitive pussy, attempting to wiggle your hips away. Your very mean lover just chuckles, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and drags you back to his face, the asshole shooting you a smirk after he uses cold tongue to lick your folds again.

"Surely you didn't think I'd stop at one round, after you used your bedroom eyes at me the whole day, right? So..."

"Don't run away now, sweetheart."

"W-What did you say?!"

"...I said, don't let any of it, the treasure, roll away now."

Your lover looks at you with a quizzical look, not comprehending your unusual reaction to his words. You, on the other hand, are silent praying to all the Seven archons for your face to not be as red as you think it is.

In any case, you decide to turn your back to Alhaitham to get the rest of the treasure inside the chest, while he keeps on look out for any other hilichurl or abyss monsters lurking around.

You see, it's not common for you two to go adventure together around Sumeru, much less to see the scribe in action with your own eyes. So, you can't be blamed when you've been too distracted by the way his toned arms flex as he swings his sword(s), his cape gracefully flowing at each movement, the focused expression as the Chisel-Light Mirrors cut down the enemies...

Anyway, you were far too busy gawking over your boyfriend and how unfairly hot he is to actually notice the chest spawning right in front of you. And those words that he had said? It's no surprise your mind went to the gutter.

You just hope you weren't acting so obviously down bad for him as you fear...

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"So good... Always so good to me. Fuck, I'm getting close...!"

You really don't know how you got here. The memories from returning to Sumeru City from adventuring in the wilderness to being on your knees, sucking on Alhaitham's cock while in his office are a blur.

But, honestly? You can't bring yourself to care about these minor details.

You drag your head back slowly, torturously forcing the man above you to feel every inch of your mouth until only the tip, angry red and drooling pre cum, remains inside.

The harsh suck you give at the sensitive area earns you a groan, a growl almost, that leaves you rubbing your thighs together. Looking up at your beloved, you watch his chest rise and fall rapidly, a pretty flush on his cheeks and eyes sending you a glare.

A side of you wants to be mean, to give him a taste of paradise before taking it away, just like he so adores to do with you. You want him to be frustrated, to beg you for release, a taste of his own medicine...

But you can't. You shouldn't.

Regardless of the locked door, anyone might come knocking, requiring the presence of the scribe for some unimportant business and, archons forbid, hear what is happening inside the office.

You try not to acknowledge the dampness of your panties from this thought.

And then you feel it, three taps of his fingers on the back of your head, the sign you two came up with to tell the other when you're about to cum.

You release his shaft with a "pop" and Alhaitham is ready to question your cruel actions, but whatever words he had wanted to say get thrown out of the window when you swallow him again without warning, taking as much of his cock as you can.

With one, two shallow thrusts of his hips, he paints your throat white with his release, head thrown back, eyes tightly shut and a moan that most certainly would be heard by everyone in the Akademiya halls had the scribe not covered his mouth.

You try, you swear to Celestia that you try your hardest to swallow every single drop of cum, but there's too much and you can control your breathing only for so long. With much dismay, your mouth lets go of the slowly softening member, covered with a mix of his seeds and your saliva.

Chuckling at your dejected look, Alhaitham raises your chin to make you look at him, thumb gathering the very same mix that has escaped from your mouth to smear it over your lips, his next words making you shiver in arousal but also embarrasment of the knowledge that he had known all along what had gone through your mind during your adventure earlier.

"Don't let any of it roll away now, my love."

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Danny and Danielle definitely love to mess around with people guessing their relationship.

~~~

Duke: Danny, who is that girl with you?

Danny: Oh, she's my cousin. Long story. Anyway...

~~~

~Gala in honor of a new victory of the Young Titans.~

Batman hands the adoption papers to Phantom.

Danny: Look, man, I already have parents and I'm a self-sufficient ghost with a job and...I'm really not a fan of creepy billionaires with a lair under the estate.

~Danielle literally appears out of thin air~

Elle: Hey, dad. I don't want to interrupt, but father is dead ahead, coming right at us.

Danny: What, is that crazy fruit loop here too? Call Clockwork, tell him to lend me the thermos I left in his lair. I might as well get child support for both of you.

Batman looks stunned, then nods. The 1+2 action is very successful, Alfred will not be able to resist such cute faces.

~~~

~ Danny pointing at the phone screen~

Danny: Here. Jazz and Elle. My sisters. They are so cool.

Dick: But isn't the ghost girl your cousin? Or daughter, according to Bruce?

Danny:...Not to change the subject...Show me a picture of Jason in pixy boots!

~~~

Danny: This is Elle, my no-love-but-hate product with my nemesis, and this is Dan, my youngest. Who knew that when you play with timelines, you have to use protection!

Flash: Yeah, rookie mistake.

~~~

~Dining room, Wayne Manor~

Dan: I'm not going to play along with your crazy ideas! It's humiliating!

Alfred: Master Dan, your attitude towards your father upsets me immensely. Kindly sit down and have a cup of tea with your family.

Dan:...I still don't understand how Jazz and Pennyworth make me do what they want.

Oracle: No one dares to resist Alfred and upset older sister. These are the laws of the universe. Would you like another cup of milk oolong?

Dan: *sighs*

~~~

Nightwing: So you and King Phantom and Chronos...

Vlad: No! Disgusting! We're just raising kids together. I have them every Thursday and I curse the day I thought I needed an heir. Your father has a whole bunch of them...I thought I could keep one under control, but now my house is like a battlefield and I'm losing. What is this, gum on the chair?!

~~~

Danny: I’m so tired of this job.

Dan: You know what, I used to want to kill you and your whole family for revenge, but now...you must suffer. Have fun with the paperwork. Now the whole Ghost Zone thinks you’re my father, so I don’t want to inherit that stupid ring and crown if I crush your core. Elle and I are gonna go to Starbucks, and then I’m gonna teach her to terrify Vlad. Good luck trying to stop me.

Danny: ...I hate this family...

~~~

Danny and Elle are just having fun. :D

Dan and Vlad:Why do I have to participate?

Clockwork: Everything is going as it should be. Nice.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dark danny #dani phantom #dani fenton #duke thomas #dick grayson #nightwing #vlad masters #clockwork #vlad plasmius #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #jazz fenton #danny fenton #batkids #elle phantom #danielle phantom #dan phantom #alfred pennyworth #oracle #barbara gordon

[maesphantoms]

Breathless (Simon 'Ghost' Riley, John 'Soap' MacTavish, GN! Reader Plationic)

Warnings: Takes place during the mission 'Alone', talks of blood, injury, and death. Gunshots and knives. Medical and military inaccuracy.

Genre: Angst/Whump

Word Count: 5,511

I basically got up gameplay of this mission and ran through it so there is a lot of dialogue from the actual mission. Feel free to ignore this if that isn't your cup of tea :D I had an idea going into this, but very quickly lost it haha I'm not very proud of it, but hey I'm rusty so what can I expect?

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For once in what feels like forever, Soap was finally quiet. You were sat next to him while Ghost followed Graves back to Alejandro’s base and as much as you loved the Scottish bastard, he just kept talking and teasing you. About a shot you missed or height or anything else he could think of. You could tell that it was getting on Alejandro’s nerves too, but he was far too nice to say anything to him. As for Ghost, you could tell he had checked Soap out long ago. Whenever you tried to catch his eyes in the rear view mirror you could see that he was far away in his mind, distracted by something in his head. You’ll have to ask him what it is once you’re all settled for the night.

 

Ah….I can’t wait to shower… You thought to yourself. It had, after all been a very tiring day. It’s not everyday that you get to blow up an oil rig. Especially one with a missile. Admittedly, yes, Soap and Graves did all the work in the ACTUAL blowing up of the thing, but hey, you and Ghost did a damn good job being a part of the team.

 

“Johnny…?” You heard Ghost finally speak, the first time since you all got back into the truck.

 

Raising your eyes back up the rear view mirror, you could see him trying to look at Soap but you could only see his eyes from the reflections from the headlights bouncing off the trucks in front of us. You glanced over at Soap to see him nodding off. Elbowing his side, you pointed to Ghost once Soap looked at you.

 

“You say something, L.T.?” Soap cleared his throat.

 

“Making sure you’re still breathing is all. I don’t have a good feeling..” The Lieutenant muttered the last part under his breath.

 

As if on cue, the truck in front of you pulled to a stop right outside the gates of Alejandro’s base. You all shared a look and began to get out. Graves hopped out of his own truck as some of his men began to walk towards him. Your stomach began to feel like it was filled with lead as you walked around the side of the truck to stand next to Ghost, Soap and Alejandro on the other side.

 

“What’s this?” Alejandro asked Graves, pointing to the men standing by the gate.

 

“This is the immediate future. Step away from the gate.” Graves responded, walking towards Alejandro.

 

Ghost glanced behind you as you heard the footsteps of someone walking up behind you. Your hand slowly inched towards your knife. This was going to be bad. You glanced at Ghost and both almost imperceptibly nodded.

 

“What?” Soap’s voice cut through the air. You may have wanted him to shut up in the truck, but you were happy he was talking now.

 

“You heard me.”

 

“You’re crazy, this is my base.” Alejandro motioned towards the base.

 

“It’s not a base. This is a sizable covert facility…and I admire it. So, I’m taking it.” Your hand closed on your knife, the other one forming a fist. This was going to be really bad. “You boys…and Owl.. have been relieved. Thank you for your service.”

 

“No, no, no. I don’t take orders from you.” You could feel the anger coming off Alejandro and Ghost in waves. Oh fuck, this is going to be really really bad.

You began to formulate a plan in your head. There was one man behind you and one man beside Ghost. Then from where you could see, two behind Graves. Out of your peripheral, you could see one behind Soap. You’ve seen how many men Graves could have with him so you couldn’t count on these being the only ones here. You couldn’t see on the other side of Graves’ truck and there could be more behind him. If you took the one behind you, Ghost the one beside him, you could get the ones behind Graves while Alejandro got him and Soap with the one behind him.

 

This plan could not work as the others don’t seem focused on the men as you. Except for Ghost, but you two were basically two sides to the same coin. You could communicate with just your eyes. A truly terrifying duo to be up against. As if he heard you, Ghost’s fists tightened and he followed suit in slowly reaching for his knife.

 

“What the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo…?” Alejandro began walking towards Graves, but Soap put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him,

 

“You’re out of line, Graves.”

 

“Don’t do that,” Graves stepped back and pointed a finger at Soap. Every muscle in your body was tense. “Don’t….do that. No one needs to get hurt here.”

 

“Are you threatening us?” Ghost’s voice slightly made you jump as he took half a step closer to you.

 

“Soldier, I don’t make threats. I make guarantees. So let’s not do this.” The cogs in your head were spinning at a rapid pace. Where are the weak spots in their armor? What happens if the other two don’t move as fast as you and Ghost? What if someone gets shot? Does Graves have more men posted where they can’t see?

“I’m calling Shepard.” Soap said, eerily calm, before turning around and beginning to walk towards the truck.

 

“General Shepard sends his regards.” Your veins turn to ice. Of course. Of fucking course. “He told me y’all wouldn’t take this well.”

 

“He knows about this?” Ghost sounded incredulous. All the pieces began to fall into place for you. You glared at Graves, you were going to skin the blonde bastard.

 

“He’s put me in command of this operation from here on out. So y’all need to stand down. It’s time for the pros to finish this.” Soap turned and made eye contact with you and Ghost. “And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? It’s NOT. I’ve got my orders and now you have yours.” Oh, you’re turning the skinny bastard into your toothpick.

 

“And who the fuck do you think you are, cabrón? My men are inside!” Alejandro yelled. The man behind you took a couple steps forward. You began to see red and your hands began to shake.

 

“I’m afraid not. Your men have been….” Graves sucks on his teeth, “Detained.” Alejandro lurches forward and gets thrown against the truck out of view. Fuck! You have to come up with a new plan….and fast.

 

“Graves, what the fuck?!” You yell.

 

Gunshots. No time to formulate a new plan. You lunge back and elbow the man behind you in the gut then stab him in his eye. Ghost shoves the man in front of him to the truck and sinks his knife in his neck as you hear Alejandro struggling. You can barely see Soap through the window holding a Shadow by the neck and shooting at Graves. Ghost pulls you to a kneel and you inch along the truck as Soap groans and falls on his back. The gunshots stop.

 

“Go Johnny, get out of there! Soap! Go!” Ghost yells beside you. You look over and see Soap get up and jump over the concrete barrier, the Shadows shooting after him.

 

“Your turn, Ghost. Go.” You whisper to him under the gunshots, pulling out your pistol.

 

“What?” He turns and looks at you.

 

“There’s not enough time. Go or I’ll kill you myself.” You push his shoulder and his eyes harden.

 

“You better come out of this alive, Owl.”

 

“That’s the idea, Lieutenant.” You smile as he runs off into the darkness just as the gunshots stop.

 

“You there, Ghost? Owl? That was a big mistake, folks. It did not have to be like this.” You heard Graves walking around the side of the truck so you made your way to the front, trying to find Alejandro. Fuck, he’s gone. “Son of a bitch… find em!” Graves yelled.

 

How the fuck were you going to get out of this situation now? You needed to distract them a little longer. You needed to find out where Alejandro is. Time to wing it.

 

“Graves! You fucked up big time, brother!” You yelled, watching the feet under the truck run to where you were. Just able to squeeze under it, you quietly and quickly moved to the middle then backed up until you could crawl under the one behind you. “I’m gonna enjoy making a rug of your scrawny ass.” You cackled.

 

“Owl…we will find you. And the two British idiots.” He mused. You continued to move around and under the trucks where they couldn’t see you. This was too easy.

 

“Oh, no you won’t. But we’ll find you. And you won’t see us until my knife is in your throat, pretty boy.”

 

You climbed on top of the truck that Graves was originally in. Grabbing a grenade of one of the dead Shadows on the way up, you whistled and as they all turned, saluted them before throwing it. Graves managed to shoot a bullet at you before running away and it found its place…somewhere around your collarbone. You bit back a screen as you ran off while it exploded. Gunshots and shouts following you.

 

 

 

Once you were sure you lost them in the woods, you began to head towards the town as that’s where you saw Soap run. You just had to hope Ghost headed the same way and neither idiot had gotten themselves killed. Every small action brought incredible amounts of pain to you, but the internal mission to find the boys overrode everything. That’s not to say you didn’t feel the pain, because you definitely did. In every single breath, every single step. You didn’t dare move your right arm.

 

As the street lights started to wash over you, you dipped into an open shop and sat down to catch your breath behind the counter. You could hear distant screaming and gunshots and had to hope it wasn’t Ghost and Soap. Bringing your left arm over your radio ripped a scream from your throat that you tried your hardest to keep quiet and you flicked through the radio channels. It was filled with random Shadow chatter. You kept flicking until you came across a familiar voice.

 

“-iper position in the church tower. Find your way there, and you might just make it. Then we can look for Owl.” You’ve never been so happy to hear the grumpy bastard’s voice.

 

“No need, Lieutenant. I’m here.”

 

“Owl!” Soap exclaimed.

 

“You injured, Owl?”

 

“Aww, look at you, Ghost. All concerned.” You teased, laying your head back against the counter. You needed to move. And soon.

 

“Answer the question, sergeant.”

 

“I caught a bullet to the collarbone. Luckily, it didn’t hit an artery.. Would’ve bled out a while back in that case.  I guess that’s what I get for giving Graves a grenade…even if the slimy bastard was able to run from it. Are either of you?”

 

“Hold on, your collarbone?!” Soap exclaimed.

 

“Very exciting, I know.”

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“Other than the potential to be bleeding into my chest cavity? Oh, I’m swell. Shall we go out for some drinks after all this?”

 

“Enough. Owl, get yourself to the church. I’ve set up a sniper point there and Johnny is on his way here. Where are you?” Ghost’s voice sounded tense.

 

“Umm…that’s a hard question. It’s some shop. I’m behind the counter right now.”

 

“Get a move on, and be careful. There’s Shadows everywhere.”

 

“Church….right.” You said, mostly to yourself. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, you pulled yourself to your feet. Even though you could now taste blood as you bit into your lip, you managed to keep quiet.

 

“Are you able to bandage yourself, Owl? Is it still in you?”

 

“No exit wound.”

 

The comms then went silent. Checking your gun, you counted how many bullets you had. Once you got yourself ready, you put your left hand over the bleeding hole and began to walk out the door. You could barely see the towers of the church over the other buildings. The screams and gunshots still far enough away that you felt comfortable running towards the gleaming building.

 

As you rounded a corner, you could see the carnage left in the wake of the Shadows. Blood and bodies filled the streets as the rain began to wash it all away. Not fast enough. Shaking your head, you attempted to focus on the mission at hand. You would get Graves for this, it didn’t matter if you had to to die as well.

 

“Graves is rounding up cops.” You heard Soap’s voice come over comms again.

 

“He’s judge, jury, and executioner now.” Ghost grumbled.

 

“Guess that’s what happens when you can’t make it in the real world. You have to kill an entire town to feel good about yourself. I can’t wait to skin the little bastard. Maybe stuff him and hang him on the wall for all of the Shadows to see.” You spit out, watching a pair of Shadows walk across an intersection in front of you.

 

“Just focus on getting to the church, Owl. Graves will get what’s coming to him soon, I can assure you of that.”

 

“You’re telling me, you see that big boy with the skull face and you’re not gonna start sweatin’?” You could faintly hear a Shadow say from nearby.

 

You smiled to yourself and continued to slowly sneak through the roads.

 

“I’m not going to see him.”

 

“You’re right, you won’t see him. It’s too late if you see him, you’re fuckin’ dead already.”

 

He wasn’t wrong. Ghost definitely was one to lurk in the shadows and take his enemies out from cover more than lunging straight into the fight. It was something you admired about him. Something you were inspired to try more. Now, you were nowhere as skilled with a throwing knife as he was, but you were able to sneak up behind enemies and slit their throat before moving onto the next. Something you’d have to put into action as you made your way through the death and blood riddled streets. You were cold and in pain. Every single breath hurt. You kept your hand on the wound as best as you could to apply pressure, pretty sure it wasn’t slowing down the bleeding. The church was still a ways away and the more you spent out in the rain, the more a sense of dread began to fill you. What if you didn’t make it…what if Soap or Ghost gets caught by the Shadows….what if YOU got caught by the Shadows…would they kill you right away or torture you to get an answer out of you as to where your companions were?

 

You shook your head again, you needed to keep your composure. Blinking the rain out of your eyes, you focused on the road ahead of you and the radio crackling in your ears as Ghost was teaching Soap about different tools and weapons he could make. Making mental notes, you kept a look out for the same things Soap kept finding. You just had to hope it would be enough.

 

“Feeling weak, are you, Johnny?

 

“A bit shaky, sir, yeah.”

 

“And you, Owl?”

 

“Never better, sir.” You grimaced as the pain flared up as if to make a point.

 

“Graves tried to kill us. Would stand to reason if you were a little off. Find a stim, it’ll give you a boost.”

 

Nodding to yourself, you began walking through a clothes store. A welcome relief away from the rain and the Shadow currently patrolling outside of it. A short break couldn’t hurt you. You needed to catch your breath. Sneaking around the counter, you found yourself in the changing room which was pitch black. Pulling yourself against the wall, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. How much longer could you do this…

 

Grabbing a shirt that lay discarded on the ground, you attempted to use it to stem the blood from your shoulder. Going through a mental checklist, you thought about attempting to find a needle and thread to just sew the wound shut and be done with it, but you knew that was a bad idea. Just as you mentally scolded yourself for the dumb idea, you heard a noise from the other side of the wall. Quiet footsteps, almost imperceptible with the rain pounding down outside. Pulling yourself back into a crouch, you tightly held your knife in your hand and stared at the door frame beside you. If you had to ambush the Shadow so be it. You figured he’d eventually come into the store and it appears now was the time.

 

Glaring at the door, you readied yourself to lunge at the man as soon as he walked through, but instead were shocked to see a man crouched down to the same level as you, backing his way into the dark room. He turned around and held up a bottle before sighing in relief.

 

“Owl, steamin’ Jesus you scared me.” Soap whispered.

 

You all but collapsed into the wall again. Thunder rumbled.

 

“You doin’ alright there?”

 

“Peachy.” You sounded breathless.

 

“Ghost, Owl and I found each other. They aren’t doing to hot by the looks of it.”

 

“Copy. Hurry and get here the both of you, and then we can find some help. Keep your head level, Owl, we need you.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Once again, you pulled yourself into a crouch and nodded at Soap while he began to search the room for anything of use, something you hadn’t gotten to yet. He could grab everything for all you cared. You just needed to get to the church. Let Soap do all the crafting he wanted.

 

Soap nodded to you when he was ready to once again ready to move. You both walked out the end of the hall where the changing room was which lead to what was obviously a backroom to the store. A dead Shadow sat against a wall next to a window, knife sticking out of his neck.

 

“Ghost, you missing a knife..?”

 

“Several.” You could practically hear the smirk. Laughing breathlessly, you shook your head.

 

“Think we found one.”

 

“Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork.”

 

“You came through here?” Why is it getting more difficult to talk? Soap glances at you.

 

“On my way to the church.”

 

“And you left us?” Soap sounded hurt.

 

“I’m used to working alone.”

 

“So much for no man left behind.” You muttered.

 

“Just get yourselves to the church. Tryin’ to keep you two alive and get you here in one piece. One of us needs to survive and tell the tale.”

 

“Takin’ a shine to us then?” Soap teased, elbowing you to which you glared at him. He put his hands up in an apology.

 

“Not in the slightest. Still got a lot of ground to cover.” The radio crackled to silence.

 

“That’s that, I guess.” You laughed.

 

“Let’s get to work. Go through the window, I’ll be right after you.” Soap gestured to the broken window beside you.

 

Taking a breath, you readied yourself and jumped through the broken glass and landed on your feet with a low grunt. You could faintly hear a Shadow giving a sit rep to his radio. They hadn’t found any of you and were slowly getting more and more on edge. Much like you felt. Your nerves felt electrified. Sure, you’ve been on some shitty missions, but nothing like this. Nothing with this big of a toll. The screaming and gunshots were slowly quieting down. They were running out of townsfolk to slay, which meant they would be on guard much more now that they didn’t have any other targets to keep track of. You couldn’t see the church from where you were, but you hoped it was closer.

 

Soap followed behind you and spotted a crate at the end of the little alley you two were in. You both walked over to it and he opened it while you were keeping a lookout. Your hand was aching from how tight you held your knife, your gun sitting heavy in it’s holster.

 

“Seek and ye shall find.”

 

“Whatchya got?” You heard Ghost’s voice again.

 

“Black powder.” Soap began to put together a mine.

 

“Nice. This could get interesting.”

 

“God, am I happy you’re trained in that shit.” You gestured to him.

 

“As am I.” Soap smiled, widely. “Lt. About to play rough with the Shadows.”

 

“I like the sound ‘o that.” You raised your eyebrows at the tone of his voice.

 

“Fashioned a trip mine.”

 

“A man after my own heart.”

 

“Thought you’d like that.”

 

“You thought right.”

 

You stared at Soap in shock. Well all right then… For the third time, you had to shake your head to focus. You’d never get over how they jokingly flirt with each other in the face of danger. The first mission you did with them had you struggling not to laugh at how effortlessly they would fall into doing it. Ghost acted like he hated everyone, but you could tell that he and Soap were close friends.

 

“Oh, don’t let me distract you from getting to your boyfriend. By all means, lead the way Johnny.” You teased.

 

Soap shook his head and laughed before beginning to walk towards the other end of the alley and took out the Shadow you had heard talking earlier. You hung back a little and let him take him down. Looking through the different doorways you had passed in case he had any buddies with him.

 

“Killed a Shadow.”

 

“Nice.”

 

“Took his gun.”

 

“Good work. Moving up in the world, Johnny. Choose your shots and targets wisely, Johnny. Guns make noise.”

 

“I could’ve given you mine if you wanted it.” You walked into one of the open doors and spotted another dead Shadow.

 

Walking back into the alley, you let Soap take the lead again. Once the other Shadows in the area found the body, Soap looked at you before throwing a smoke bomb and you both ran forward and took out one of them and as you were pulling your knife out of the one you got, Soap got the last one. You bent over and attempted to catch your breath. A wave of nausea hit you out of nowhere. Soap grabbed your arm but you waved him off and stood up. How fucking far was this damn church?

 

Once you looked passed the Shadows you noticed a balcony that you had to jump off of. This would be fun. Steeling yourself, you leapt and landed on your feet with a slight slide with the slippery ground.

 

“It’s pishin it doon oot here.” You heard Soap say as he landed beside you. You just looked at him, confused.

 

“Speak English.” Ghost’s deadpan voice made you laugh.

 

“It’s rainin’ fuckin’ hard.” Soap sassily responded, making you snort.

 

“Then say so.”

 

“I did!” Soap raised his hands up in exasperation.

 

“Rain’s good. It’ll cover your tracks.”

 

“Covers theirs too..”

 

“Let’s worry about you two, Johnny.”

 

“So you do like me?” You teased.

 

“I like you alive.”

 

You laughed again then turned to open a door, Soap immediately pulling you to a stop. Turning to look in the door you saw a shotgun pointed straight at you. Backing up, you silently thanked Soap. You once again tried to catch your breath as Soap went around and disarmed the trap you nearly walked into. Absentmindedly, you put your good hand on your chest, you couldn’t tell if it was from the gunshot or if something else was wrong. Your chest hurt.

 

“Come on in, Owl.” Soap said, holding the shotgun. “Ghost, found a tripwire rigged up to a shotgun. Disarmed it. Took the gun.”

 

“Open hearts and minds with it, Johnny.”

 

As soon as you walked through the threshold of the doorway you heard a distant banging. You and Soap made eye contact and he headed up the stairs holding out the shotgun. Putting your pain aside, you followed him, knife tightly clenched again. At the top of the stairs, you were greeted with a long hallway, the door at the end being the source of the banging. It echoed loudly down the hall and, admittedly, made you jump slightly every time it came. Your mind was immediately filled with the images of zombie movies and how there’s always a scene like this. The survivors in a dark and spooky hallway while a zombie banged on the door, waiting until they put their guard down to smash through it and eat them. Your hair was already standing on end when the British bastard’s voice spoke through the radio again, making you jump and quietly curse him out.

 

“Johnny… Graves is burning the midnight oil to find us..why?”

 

“Graves and Shepard are both involved. No matter what, this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery.”

 

“We need to get to the bottom of it.” You chimed in, you didn’t know if it was your fear and mental image of a zombie on the other side of the door or whatever the fuck was going on with your chest, but you couldn’t get a deep breath in.

 

You were a hardened soldier and here you are, terrified of a fictional movie trope. Soap turned and looked at you again as you struggled to breathe in. Waving your hand, you two continued to look through the small house as the banging on the door continued.

 

“Accurate and deadly fire tends to resolve those things. Right now, we’re not safe here.”

 

“Right now, we’re not safe anywhere, L.t.”

 

As you rounded a corner, you saw a shadow on the wall the looked as if someone had been speared through and left there. Once again, your hand flew to your chest as you struggled to breathe, the thought of zombies came back. Forcing yourself to round the corner, you saw one of those stupid boxing toys next to the home’s…previous tenant.

 

“Owl, what is with you?” Soap asked, walking over when he heard you wheeze while trying to gain your breath.

 

“I’m fine.” You waved him off again, but this time he finally walked over and made you sit down against the wall so he could look at your wound. The bleeding had slowed with the shirt you used earlier, but still oozed when he untied it from around your shoulder.

 

“We need to hurry.” He muttered to himself. “You ready to head out now?”

 

“Only if you go first because my mind is convinced that THAT,” You pointed to the door as it banged again. “Is a zombie ready to eat us.”

 

“What the fuck?” Soap laughed at you as he retied the shirt.

 

“I don’t fucking know, man. Maybe it’s the blood loss. Because that screams zombie movie. Oh god. What if this is how we found about the apocalypse, on the run from Graves? That’d be horrible.” You winced as he tightened the shirt and made it into a makeshift sling.

 

“L.t., you hear this shit?” Soap asked, laughing again.

 

All you got in response was a grunt. Soap pulled the shotgun back into his hands and started to head to the door. You bit your lip as you steadied yourself. In the end, the cause of the noise would haunt you far more than any zombie. As soon as Soap turned the knob, a man fell through it and reached his bloody hand towards you two while dragging in a raggedy breath before going limp and lifeless.

 

“Poor bastard..” You whispered, stepping around him.

 

“Owl, over here. Found adrenaline stims.” Soap ushered you over to a nearby crate, making you tear your eyes off the dead man.

 

For the first time since you met up with Soap, your hand loosened around the knife. Your knuckles screamed as you put it down to grab the stim. Both of you nodded at each other and injected it.

 

“Good mornin’ Mexico..” Soap grinned.

 

The surge of adrenaline in your body made you forget about the tightness in your chest for a little while. You followed Soap into the next building, a coffee shop with a broken railing. Once again, the two men started their banter and you just laughed at them.

 

“The mask, take it off.”

 

“Show my face?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Negative.”

 

“Are you ugly?”

 

“Quite the opposite.”

 

“I doubt that.”

 

Soap helped you jump down onto the 1st floor and then you heard Shadows talking. The both of you went back into a crouch and you pointed the men walking around outside the window and Soap looked at you and pointed to the open door then put his finger up to his lips.

 

“Johnny, the town’s full of tunnels.” Ghost’s voice crackled over the radio once more.

 

Slowly, you and Soap began to take out the Shadows one at a time. When the last one went down, you winced and adjusted your arm in the sling. Soap looked at you as your wheezing became louder. He knew something was wrong, but you two needed to get to Ghost. You just needed to last a little longer then once you were all out of this situation, then he’d interrogate you.

 

The rain continued to pound on you both as you made your way to the tunnels, taking down Shadows whenever you had the chance. Soap continued to craft different mines, molotavs, and pry tools. Eventually, you two landed in the freezing water and began to make your way through it. You tried to fight your teeth chattering as you were slowly overtaken by a bone deep chill. The water you walked through had blood mixed into it. From you, Soap, or the carnage you’d never know. Probably a mix of the above.

 

As you two climbed up the stairs out of the tunnel, you were never so happy to see a fucking building. But of course, it’s blocked off. Never the easy way. You and Soap began to make your way through different shops, the adrenaline in your system almost depleted. Just a quick break. You just needed a quick break and then you could keep going.

 

You leaned against the wall as you saw Soap head for the door. He pulled on it and noticed it was locked so as he pulled out on of his homemade pry tools, you tried to say something to him. Tried to tell him to wait so you can catch your breath. You just needed to catch your breath and you’d kill all the Shadows that hunted you three. Nothing came out. A deep exhaustion came over you. You were cold and you were tired. And fucking hell did your chest hurt.

 

Everything moved in slow motion. Soap got the door open, but then was on the ground with a gun pointed at his face. You could faintly hear Graves voice on the Shadow’s radio. Reaching for your gun, you could barely raise it before the Shadow was dead.

 

“Holy hell, Ghost was that you?”

 

“Who else? Now go.”

 

Soap turned around to look at you and you could immediately see the panic on his face. Your eyes were half closed and a faint whistling was all that was your breathing. Guilt immediately started to overcome him. He should’ve stopped you earlier when he heard you wheezing. You could see him talking, but all you could hear was your heartbeat and your breathing. Suddenly, more Shadows started coming in and you did your best to shoot them, Soap put his hands around your waist and pulled you up. Pain shot through your entire right side. And then you two were running. You’d be lying if you completely knew where you were going. The world seemed to blink in and out of existence.

 

Whatever flashes you would get confused you. You were outside, then inside, then outside again. A large iron fence. Ghost was suddenly next to you. Then you were sitting in a truck. The truck slammed through barbed wire. Soap was undoing the sling again. Finally, your consciousness slipped through your fingers like sand and you were falling.

 

 

 

It felt like someone was sitting on your chest. You groaned as you opened your eyes. Immediately, you felt a hand on yours. Blinking away the bleariness from your eyes, you turned and looked to see Soap standing there. Ghost not too far behind him. You were clearly in a hospital.

 

“It wasn’t a zombie, was it?” You whispered to Soap.

 

He shook his head and laughed weakly.

 

“Damn. That would’ve been a good way to go.”

 

“Collapsed lungs and blood loss not good enough for you?” Ghost piped in.

 

“Hell no.” You smiled, “At least Graves didn’t get what he wanted. I bet he’s pissed.”

 

“You know it.”

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #modern warfare x reader #maesphantoms

[evil8keta]

can you do how mercs behave around children? if they’re dumb or comforting

thank you for this awesome request!! i had so much fun with it >:)

mercs with children

SCOUT

- he likes kids a lot! he's pretty good at matching their high energy and is quite immature and childish too, so it isn't difficult for him to connect with children. despite him being the youngest brother, he would actually make for a good big bro figure! :D ...well, sorta? sure, he's very fun, but my god he is IRRESPONSIBLE. please don't ever leave scout with kids alone. he's going to do something stupid to impress them or worse he will encourage THEM to do something stupid. there always has to be another person to supervise, because scout is pretty much just a bigger child that you have to look after along the smaller kids

SOLDIER

- idk this man probably doesn't even know what children are.... jk jk, of course he does, but he has no idea how to take care of them, even though that is not what he thinks. soldier thinks of himself as an excellent babysitter- which he is NOT. he's kind of like a fun crazy uncle who's super supportive and nice (in his own way). due to him being loud and eccentric, kids either love him or are scared of him, but usually it's the first option. soldier can be very fun to be with! he thinks of many ways to entertain the kiddos, but sometimes he's, well, too EXTREME. never leave him alone with kids or he's gonna teach them how to rocket jump and snap people's necks

PYRO

- ohh they're a sweetheart. pyro absolutely loves kids and immediately connects with them!! whether or not the kids like THEM however... that depends. sometimes kids start crying the moment they see pyro, but that's surprisingly rare! most kids love them :] i mean, pyro is like a perfect combination of childlike enough to vibe with the kids but also responsible enough to, yknow, actually look after them! pyro is quite good at cheering them up, too... a kid scrapped their knee? well, this firebug is already patching them up with cute bandaids and acting all silly and funny to make them laugh. also, pyro is 100% down for cute little tea parties

HEAVY

- very responsible, very good. heavy knows how to take care of kids, it's just that he's kinda awkward at it? not that he dislikes kids, but spending time with them isn't his cup of tea... like yeah, he knows what to do, but if you tell him to look after some child, he won't be very enthusiastic about it. that doesn't count for the kids though, cause children literally love him!!! heavy gives off this strong and caring aura that just makes you trust him, yknow? :D he's very good at comforting upset children and he doesn't even know HOW he's doing it. also, how you seen this man? he's literally built like a mountain, every child that he encounters wants nothing else but to climb him

DEMOMAN

- WONDERFUL with kids!! he's kinda like soldier, the typical fun crazy uncle, expect demo is actually responsible!! he's got a bunch of fun stories that he can share and knows lots of silly jokes. not only is he fun but he's very good at giving advice and overall being very supportive and encouraging. also, demo gets attached to kids quickly, like yeah MAYBE he knew this random kid for JUST 5 minutes but who cares? that's literally his little buddy! you got a problem?? also this one is so obvious but demo wears an eye patch!! do you even realize how many kids mistook him for a pirate? needless to say, children love him because he's cool AND looks cool

ENGINEER

- oh c'mon, this man gives off massive dad vibes. children immediately feel safe and happy around him and no one knows why?? like, what kind of magic is this...?? whenever engie interacts with children he just seems to naturally know what to do, even though i doubt he's had that much experience when it comes to taking care of kids. talent i guess. this man is smart asf so he knows hundreds of cool facts that he can entertain children with. he acts goofy and dumb around kids and is NOT embarrassed by it. as long as a kid is happy, he's happy. also, this man is SO supportive!!! there's a sad child? well they better be ready to not be sad anymore cause engie is preparing a heartfelt speech full of encouraging words to hype them up. hearing THE engineer tell you that he's proud of you is one of the best things ever fr

MEDIC

- actually...i don't recommend even letting him near kids. sure, he's responsible, he doesn't mind spending time with children AND he finds their childlike curiosity very endearing! it's just that he's, well, too....unhinged? most kids run away from him crying lol. which is obvious considering that he literally approaches them like "HELLO LITTLE ONES! who here wants to know how to dissect a human body?! :D" while he's smiling and giggling and shit. HORRIBLE babysitter, 0/10 experience. doesn't this man know that he should NOT speak of horrors beyond our comprehension with a 10 year old? smh!!!

SPY

- i'm sorry but spy doesn't like kids (or at least he convinces himself to dislike kids). he's pretty shitty when it comes to taking care of them. like, he KNOWS how to treat children and how to take care of them, he's just kind of a bitch. which is pretty funny considering that most of the time kids like him because they think he looks so cool... i mean, he's literally a spy!! his dislike towards children doesn't come from genuine hate, but rather regret, since it reminds him that he was an absent father for most of scout's life and missed so much. so yeah, he would rather not interact with kids in any way, but when there's, let's say, a lost child crying with no one else around, he will actually do a great job to comfort the little one and help them. he isn't heartless

SNIPER

- for someone so standoffish, sniper surprisingly has big amount of Dad Potential. he's VERY awkward when it comes to kids because of lack of experience, but other than that he's responsible and can be a decent caregiver. he knows all kinds of crazy stories that he would love to share, (by crazy i mean literally mindblowing) so it's not THAT difficult for him to entertain a kid. he can't exactly keep up with their energy cause he's tired 24/7, but he isn't annoyed by that either. in fact he finds it quite refreshing. to me he's kinda like the cool mysterious uncle who appears out of nowhere, tells you some crazy story and offers you the best life advice you've ever received and then disappears again for 6 months without elaborating. how fun. kids love him

anyways here's a scale on how much you can trust each merc with a child from most to least (based on their level of responsibility):

1. engie

2. demo

3. heavy

4. pyro

5. sniper

6. spy

7. medic

8. soldier

9. scout

best dad of the year award goes to engie

worst dad of the year goes to scout (even though his heart is in the right place)

and spy won the bitchiest dad of the year award!

#team fortress 2 #headcanons #keta writes

[spoiledleaff]

@x-aki-tsuki-x hello again! :D it's just me, haha! the comment character limit drives me crazy as well, so i hope it's alright that i chose to just respond to you in an extra post! :) i just know that i'd be sending you way too many little responses in your comment section, haha! so, i hope you don't mind, but i ended up making a separate post! :D

oh! yeah, i can certainly see where the concern would be, especially considering that i see much the same thing, haha! i'm a little biased, though, as i am a smut writer, hehe. although, i think i mentioned this before when touching on your fetishization concerns in the tags? but, porn/smut is actually super popular on ao3, as well! i mean, in just the ghost fandom tag alone, the explicit fics alone are over double the amounts of mature fics! let alone any of the other ratings! of course, not all of these works are porn! some are merely heavy topics safely tagged, but a good portion is still... well, uh, spicy stuff! haha! again, i definitely can't speak for all trans smut writers, but for me at least, i write trans smut as a means to project and cope. :) i mentioned this earlier, but some of the reasons why i love writing and reading porn that focuses on trans characters is mostly for the interactions and relationships between trans characters and their respective partners! it's just kind of comforting to know that there are people, even if they are fictional, that can love and accept trans bodies for how they are :) it's comforting! and, i mean, hey, it's kinda fun too, haha!

absolutely! i mean, to me, that's the whole fun about fanfiction! :D especially with such a vague universe like ghost! i personally love writing the ghouls as a genderfluid species in general! so, honestly, it just depends on how they're feeling! or, in this case of content creation, what kind of body type or identity or dynamics i may be itching to write about or draw! personally, it's not just dew or copia! i love writing and drawing nonbinary zephyr, trans mountain, intersex mist, and even trans sunshine and genderqueer cirrus! :D i mean, that's the whole fun behind this sort of thing! and, hey, if you prefer to think of dewdrop as a cis man with a cock? that's totally fine! :D i certainly don't mind if an author or artists depicts him as either or, or even as intersex! there's always some fun for some gender-fuckery, haha! mhm, respectfully, i don't quite agree with you on the trans community in the ghost fandom demanding that he's only ever trans. but, perhaps i'm a little biased and i just don't see it :0 although, unrelated perhaps, but i do believe it's important, especially in terms of published fanfiction, for respective pronouns and anatomical terminology to be acknowledged and addressed before reading :) i know that trans porn isn't necessarily everyone's cup of tea, so i always try to acknowledge these sorts of things in summaries or author's notes :0 i don't think this sort of preference is transphobia? i think this is really just... well, having a preference! i think a lot of people tend to gravitate towards content that can relate to and vibe with! i know that i'm certainly not writing content for cishet people, so, to be honest, i don't expect a lot of cishet people to be included in my audience :) nothing against them! that's just not who my content is for, and i understand that :)

i agree :) maybe this is the people-pleaser side of me? haha! but i don't think there should be any arguing about a character's gender identity, haha! i mean, to me that's just such a silly thing to argue over! i mean, if you vibe and relate better to cisgendered ghouls? that's totally fine! i'll just be over here transgendering all the ghouls eight ways 'till sunday, haha! our preferences don't quite match? but that's okay! :) doesn't mean we can't be civil about our preferences, you know? :) oh! i also saw one of your comments bringing up the subject of why it's always copia or dew being represented as trans characters? i don't have, like, a definite answer for you! but, i think that one of the main-ish reasons is that both characters already seem to have pretty prominent identity crises? whether it be canon or fanon, i think those sort of conflicts really resonate with a lot of people! trans people especially, hehe :) but! trust me my friend, when i say i'm working on trans-ing the genders of everyone? ohoho, i'm working on it! >:)

oh, that's amazing, haha! my regards to your friend! :D he sounds like a riot, haha! i actually just wanted to take some time to address a couple of your previous comments on dew's mannerisms towards the crowd? as well as the connection of genitalia towards identity! :) i know a good amount of women, both cis and trans women, haha! who use that sort of wanking off gesture! whether it's a joke or an insult, it seems to be a favorite among some people i know, haha! additionally, there are plenty of ways for modern society to help people feel more comfortable with their bodies! there's ways to pack to help achieve a desired look and feeling! golly, there's so many options for packing or even for tucking, wow! so, again respectfully, i do have to disagree on that point! :) oh! another kinda personal thing, haha! i personally don't experience bottom dysphoria! :D or, at least, not enough to look into getting bottom surgery :) for now, at least, i'm totally content with living the rest of my life with only having completed top surgery, and still living my life with a vagina/traditionally female reproductive system :) however! i know that there are plenty of people who are very much interested in bottom surgery as part of their transition goals! but, damn, my friend!! that shit's expensive, haha!! :'D so, again, i do have to respectfully disagree with you on those fronts :) gender identity is so expansive and inclusive nowadays! :D it's amazing, haha! people can feel more comfortable with who they are, and there's so many different options for people to feel more comfortable in their bodies! :D when i was younger, i know that reading generalized trans fanfiction where men were still dealing with periods, or maybe just take a moment to have a bit of confidence in how their tits looks in that one shirt? haha! those sorts of fics really helped me out in some darker times, as silly as that might sound! but, again, i understand that that sort of subject matter isn't exactly relatable for everyone. ahh, i'm rambling again, haha! my point is that, personally, i plan to live my life as a man with a vagina! but, i don't think that makes me any less of a man :) just as trans women who can't afford to or simply don't wish to have bottom surgery are still beautiful and amazing women in their own right! :D everyone's ideal transition is different :) again, i'm kinda bringing back the reality vs fiction idea! we have a lot to thank the actors for who help bring the inspiration for the ghost fandom to light! but, as with all headcanons, who's to say really, haha! everyone can be cis until proven otherwise, or, in my case! everyone is trans until proven otherwise, haha! i think this case would be very much different if there was fanfiction about per or tobias or any other members of the cast being portrayed as trans or something similar along those lines? now, to me, that kind of 'inclusivity' or 'representation' or whatever you wish to call it is a bit icky... but, you are very right in that there isn't very much representation in a lot of forms of media :') but, that's why fanfiction exists, haha! we make our own representation where we find comfort and a sense of inclusivity in it :D

oh, no worries! :D i know the character count on those tumblr replies are ridiculous, haha! and, well, i had a bit of a feeling i'd be sending another essay, ahhhh... :'D haha! again, i hope this doesn't read like i'm attacking you or anything like that? i mean, you have your preferences and i have mine! they just happen to not quite match up :) and that's okay! as i've started before, everyone's different :D whether it's our gender identities, the kind of fanfiction we want to read or the kinds of characters we want to see portrayed! everyone has their different tastes :) again, i apologize for the massive essays i keep sending your way, haha! but, also again, i do hope this may provide a bit of insight on this subject :) although, this is also just the opinion of one little trans smut writer, haha! i highly recommend giving a listen to other genderqueer authors or content creators who may have their own sides to the story, so to speak, haha! i'm definitely a bit more... lenient? i think? with my own gender identity? as well as things like anatomical terminology! so, for instance, i use terminology like 'breasts', 'clitoris', 'vagina' (albeit, in much more... uhh, smuttier terms, haha!) when describing smut scenes? but, i also use terms like 'cock' or 'dick' when transmasc characters are referring to themselves. again! everyone's super different, and this is just how i write and communicate the gender identities of my personal trans characters :) but, again, and i can't stress this enough! everyone's journeys with their gender identity is so different! and i'm just one little lad in a garden of trans/genderqueer fanfic writers! :D

#ooc leaf

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 42! (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Still love these goofy bitches :3

Twig being dead is so sad, Alexa play Despacito

My S/I would definitely be on the floor sobbing or sobbing into Torbek bc they'd feel so bad for not doing more to protect Twig

NO, DO NOT GIVE TWIG WITCHLIGHT KREMY. ONE IT WOULD DEFINITELY HURT TORBEK AND TWO WE DON'T NEED A ZOMTWIG WITH A MURDEROUS DOUBLE PERSONALITY

If the scene wasn't so sad, I'm sure Kremy would be plundering the bronze toad for its money, bronze frog would be EMPTIED fr fr

I wonder what the rubix cube Frost got does (I don't care what Nikki says, it's a rubix cube to me)

I find it extremely sus that Twig died in the room with “Child sized coffins" in it, like was she always meant to die and the party just got too attached or what?

Torbek apologizing for not fighting good enough WHEN HE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED is so sad, leave my favorite pathetic cat man alone >:(

TORBEKS WOUNDS LOOKING WORSE BECAUSE HE TRIED USING HIS WITCHLIGHT. ANDY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU /J, LEAVE MY BESTIE ALONE (T-T)

“I just wanna bring her back, not for me but for you" The " Ironic” husbands strike again, love my dad's so much

Gideon telling Torbek to his face that he doesn't care if he dies is so funny for some reason but also I WOULD CARE GIDEON, I WOULD CARE SO MUCH!

THE DRAWING LABELED “MY FAMILY" WHY NIKKI? WHYYYYYYYY??? (T-T)

Torbek with Mr. Moony the puppet is so funny, him puppeteering it is very appreciated during these sad moments

When they talk about their dice rolls in their characters voices all i can imagine is the actual characters being forced to roll dice for their actions

OH FUCK, BAVLORNA CAUGHT US STEALING HER SHIT :O

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan" "WATTA DO, MRS. BLIGHTSTRAW?" Two types of people fr fr

Gideon is so damn angry about Twig dying

They are all so dumb but i love these goofy bitches

Bavlorna is so gross, we love a manic pixie dream girl! /j

"OH HELL YEAH, COOKIES!" -My S/I (9 intelligence frfr)

"You would make a great coat!" OH HELL NAH, BAVLORNA IS DYING IF SHE MESSES WITH MY HOMIE TORBEK

BEEZLEBERRY COOKIES YESSS

What is it with the hags and acting like grandmas? "Granny Nightshade"? "Mommy Lorna"?

Torbek drinking trash water and Frost getting hairballs XD

Torbek definitely does single white guy cooking, bro will eat anything fr fr

Torbek's animal impressions are spot on /j

"YOU WANT ME TO USE HER MOUTH LIKE A DAMN NUTCRACKER?" - Gideon calmly asked /j

Husband fight, couples therapy imminent

If Bavlorna was good and not batshit crazy, she'd definitely be someone who I could see adopting Torbek or my S/I.

SCABATHA >:( /THREATENINGLY

Big-brimmed hat darkling mommy /j

YOOOO NAT 20 FOR GRICKO ON INSIGHT, LESSS GOOOOO

Oh fuck, accidental murder????

MORE COOKIES FOR TORBEK AND I POGGG, Besties share a sweet tooth

Earl grey tea and beezleberry cookies sound so good right now fr fr

Torbek please don't make a deal with Bavlorna

OH FUCK, ACCIDENTAL MURDER!!!

Gideon spinning his cup counterclockwise in anger is going to kill the party

KREMY IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL THE PARTY BY MENTIONING THE BOOK

"We don't talk about the fourth sister" I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF IT'S ZYBILNA I AM GOING TO SCREAM FR FR

It's so sus that the FROG hag doesn't own the FROG bag of holding, i don't think Bavlorna is telling the truth

TASHA? LIKE TASHA'S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER?? OMFG MY S/I HAS THAT SPELLS!!

Fribblefrabble grizzlegrazzle comeback :D love it when they callback to previous jokes!

Gricko... That was a robot of Tasha, not the actual lady

Receiving your older sister's taxidermied corpse as a gift is so morbid what da hell Bavlorna

"You're clearly the good sister" KREMY SHE JUST SAID SHE WAS GONNA TAXIDERMY A CORPSE AND GIVE IT AS A GIFT

TWIG IS BACK!!! YESSSSS

OH FUCK SHE'S BLIND NOW, THE BLUE ROSES BLINDED HER

Is... Is she blind?? Bro idk

"She's rigt behind me isn't she" moment from every movie ever /j

Sea cucumber Robert rectangle pants returns!!

Once Upon a Witchlight's catchphrase is "From a certain point of view"

"Torbek, have another cookie" WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE EVIL, I WANT A NICE COOKIE GRANDMA SO BADLY (I may do something with her in my S/I's backstory)

FROST NOOOO, DON'T FLIRT WITH BAVLORNA

"Torbek has sticky fingers" YEAH I WONDER WHY, "ALLEGED" PUBLIC MASTERBAITER

PIERRE IS SO SAD AS A NPC, BRO GOT HIS FACE OBLITERATED AND IS NOW GONNA BE A SLAVE TO BAVLORNA

Gricko x Bloodytoes ship is sailing so hard this episode (Grickotoes? Bloodygrin?)

Torbek just absolutely not understanding Frost's telepathy is so good

LET MY BOY ENJOY HIS COOKIES FROST, HE DESERVES NICE THINGS

"Bodaicous T is saying no!" I love that nickname so much and am so glad it came back

"You're gonna be filled with regret if you make this deal" "BUT MAKING DEALS IS FUN!" MY ALLIGATOR DAD EVERYONE, DUMBASSNESS RUNS IN THE FAMILY I GUESS

Torbek has my same love for sweets, this is why he's my bestie

Twig is so cool, i will literally kill her insecurities

NOOOOO, NO MORE FROG LICKIN??? (T-T)

TWIG TOADSPRING? HER FULL NAME??

WE ARE A BIG FAMILY YESSSSSS!!!

Gideon always forget Torbek and it's so funny!!! Huge ass bugbear and he's always forgot about

"Smells like shit, TORBEK!" OMFG DYING

"Not only can't I smell but I also can't SHI-" TWIG NOOOOO

BLOODYTOES X GRICKO IS 100% BUILT ON VIOLENCE, GIRLBOSS AND HER MALEWIFE FR FR

Pierre is so fucked

"Are there any burritos here?" FROST OMFG

Bloodytoes being so unbelievably unhelpful is so funny

Torbek is always hungry and I headcanon it's because of the witchlight

When will Frost meet his beloved swam boat again /j

Please still have pigtunia!!! I love that pig!!!

STOP TRYING TO KILL THE WILDLIFE KREMY

NOOOO JEREMY!!!

NAT 20 FROM TWIG TO KILL JEREMY OMFG

"No one would marry that FUCK, HES A MEAN OL BASTARD!" Reanimated Twig is a badass

STUFFED PIGTUNIA OMG SO CUTE!!!!

SOMEONE FINISHED THIS MODULE IN 5 SESSIONS???? HOW???

We love Snail no. 2 in this house

Killing Pierre at this point is a gift to him

Pierre killing montage with Gricko on a popsicle Sugar high

"We can go to Wendy's" "WENDY'S NUTS!" My S/I and Gricko would definitely collab on deez nuts jokes bc of Gricko's curse

WE GOT THE INN AT THE END OF THE ROAD BACK, YESSSSS

SUN AND MOON COUPLE, MR. MOONY?? (Also my favorite ship type)

WE'RE ALL MUSHROOM PEOPLE NOW AND LEVEL 5 YESSSSSSSS

#self ship #self shipping #self ship stuff #self insert #a family an be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

[into-the-afterlife]

This is about your why I ship female v with Johnny post, I was going to just reply to it but it was getting quite lengthy so I moved here lol

I 100% agree, especially about the voice acting issue. Another point that I'd raise is how enthusiastic he is about male V getting with Panam as opposed to his blatant pettiness and jealousy towards female Vs LI (especially River ofc, the "spinning a new song anyway" scene when you're heading to River to cook with him is unexplainable in platonic terms as far as I'm concerned lmao) - I think that's a not so subtle detail that makes their dynamics shift in my eyes. But I may be biased as I ship them like crazy and would never play with a male V to begin with, ops. Also, I've seen your post on reddit and noticed how someone kindly pointed out how "canonically" V isn't Johnny's type - as if you wouldn't had noticed by yourself ;) - and I just want to say I'm baffled by the way people seem to automatically list everything they're being spoon-fed as gospel truth without any critical thinking getting involved. Johnny is but a human being, we can't just rule out the possibility that he isn't lying, consciously or not. Which he is, imho, cause it just makes no sense for V not to be his "type" tbh. Idk, maybe it's wishful thinking cause I love the idea of them falling in love with each other, the bittersweet tragedy that comes from it... 💖

Firstly: thanks so much for such an involved ask! It’s always so lovely to see that people like my writing :D

Secondly: ooooooh I hadn’t even thought about how Johnny reacts to the love interests but it’s so true! Particularly River lmao, it’s definitely at least partially motivated by River being a cop, but I also suspect that he sees River as a direct rival. Like, he’s dismissive of Judy, but warms up to her eventually. River, though? It’s nopenopenopenopeity to nopetown from the start, and I strongly suspect it’s because River/V is an M/F relationship, a direct comparison to what Johnny could have with V. (This fanfic explores that really well, btw: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28362381/chapters/69490191 ).

Thirdly: It’s nice to see there are others who appreciate both Reddit and Tumblr’s charms. I mean, I do get where that user is coming from. Closely examining the canon and knowing all its ins and outs is a perfectly valid way of approaching fandom, and I definitely enjoy aspects of that kind of approach. But as I say at the start of that post, I want to come at this from a ‘What if?’ perspective, and if that’s not that user’s cup of tea, it’s not their cup of tea.  

Fourthly, and lastly: I’m really on the fence about whether Johnny is lying about V not being his type, tbh. On the one hand, I absolutely agree with you about it not making sense. Both Rogue and Alt are active, intelligent, decisive, skilled and daring women - all traits that V shares. And Johnny is established as unreliable.

 On the other...I do think in canon it makes sense for Johnny and V to stay platonic. If they went from enemies to lovers in-game, they wouldn’t have gotten the kind of deep, believable characterisation of their relationship that we know and love. It would have been too much to stuff into the timespan of the plot. I also like seeing representations of friendships between men and women that stay as friendships.

But God, do I agree with you about their bittersweet tragedy. I’m going to talk about this more in upcoming posts, but V/Johnny are a special kind of M/F ship. And that’s the joy of fandom, isn’t it? To take what’s great about canon and go ‘Yes, and...’

#asks #johnny/v #v/johnny #silverv #female v #johnny silverhand #johnny x v #v x johnny #fanfic rec #fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunkgame #cyberpunk v #my writing

[survivors-of-barovia]

DM session recaps: Krezk pt.2

The shadows are gathering around Krezkov's house; at the same time, Lady Wachter arrived to Krezk with her husband's corpse for resurrection and demands to be let in. Party quickly checks on Ilya to make sure he is safe, finds him visibly unwell but at least not a murderous monster (yet). Edena turns on her See Invisibility and meets a friendly ghost of Dmitry's elderly mother, who reminds her that nobody should be hungry once the winter comes. Edena tells her about the shadows, and the ghost gets visibly worried, telling her that hungry shadows are dangerous but can be repelled with salt. Party sends their familiars to make a salt barrier around the house and goes to meet Lady Wachter.

Her carriage is let into Krezk, party notices a necromantic aura around it and undead auras from her guards and the coachman. Wachter confesses that they are skeletons and "not dangerous at all", but keeps silent about Nikolai (party still doesn't know about her keeping his body). They go inside and try to have a nice polite chat over a cup of tea, discussing recent events in Vallaki and trying to ignore the growing cold and screaming faces behind the frosty windows. Lady Wachter introduces some new sidequests for their eventual return to Vallaki: a series of murders and a strange deadly pox coming from the bogs of Berez. Vincent reads his poetry to lighten the mood; Lady Wachter is delighted and tells him she's going to commission some propaganda poetry from him, and possibly even a stage play!

Finally, she notices the elephant in the room, and someone has to go "ah, yes, and we are also surrounded by an army of hungry ghosts from all the people who died of starvation in Krezk, but isn't this a normal thing in Barovia? We didn't think it was worth mentioning"

Lady Wachter starts panicking about the safety of her carriage; party looks outside through their familiars and finds out that the shadows are starting to form a one big chunky shadow swarm to rip through the barrier. Party gets ready for the fight. and the shadow swarm eventually does just that, with hundreds of ghostly hands pulling out of the walls.

Alana Krezkova starts panicking as well and goes "oh yeah also I AM A WEREWOLF and my aunt is also a werewolf and whole Krezk is overtaken by werewolves, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU GUYS HAVEN'T MENTIONED IT TO LADY WACHTER YET since this is kind of a crucial information??" and then shifts into a wolf form, ready to protect her brother.

Swarm of shadows flies through the room straight to the basement, doing tons of necrotic damage on its way and almost killing Illyria. Lady Arisa gets hit by its fear effect, flees to the basement. Werewolf bites prove to be not very effective. Just as the swarm phases through the floor and almost reaches Ilya (which would inevitably transform him into a horrific hungry monster), the party finally manages to take it down, using a combination of moonbeam, endless eldritch blasts from warlocks and Lady Wachter and one well-timed Vicious Mockery. Ilya is very shaken, but safe for now.

***

Next day: Lady Wachter insists to go to the Abbey, because "yes I know you mentioned that the Abbot is crazy and dangerous but I am STILL very interested in his research and magic and I just have to meet him"

Party sends one of their familiars to Victor, asking him to hide all the dangerous magical books he found in the Abbey, and also himself since Lady Wachter PROBABLY wouldn't be happy about seeing him alive and well.

On the way there the party finally caves in and tells Lady Wachter all they know about the Abbot, including him being an angel. She is somewhat touched by their honesty, and when they try to press her further about her motives she confesses about wanting to resurrect her husband. Strangely enough, this puts their minds at ease since they realize she isn't planning anything more sinister, and they promise to help her as long as they can be sure it's safe for everyone involved. In this weirdly wholesome moment, Edena decides it's time to introduce their imp familiars to each other; so far Majesto preferred to stay invisible, but as he finally shows himself the party discovers that he is actually very polite and serious, unlike Edena's familiar Chaos who is a little dirty-mouthed asshole. Everyone loves Majesto, and Chaos starts sulking.

The party arrives to the abbey, meeting the Abbot who is delighted to present them with Vasilika's new and improved artificial face, fully constructed from modified pieces of dead people! Victor's necromantic magic helped the Abbot immensely with his work - and he says so right in front of Lady Wachter, who was NOT supposed to know about Victor. She immediately goes "ah, so you trusted this unstable teenager to stay alone with the Abbot, but not me? I see".

Party goes full damage control mode. Vincent promises to help with Vasilika's voice, and they arrange to meet in Abbot's lab this evening. Party allows Lady Wachter to have a private chat with the Abbot, and then ask her why she thinks this will work better then Ilya's ressurection.

She goes, "ah yes see I preserved his body and soul with my dark magic and kept him by my side all this time"

"Also, I brought his body with me, so we can start right away!"

...The party actually finds this very touching, and believe that since she loves her husband that much, if they help her with bringing him back she might also consider remaining their ally even when they start openly opposing Strahd.

***

Some final calm before the storm Abbot murdering.

The female part of the party has a nice Krezkian steam bath with Lady Wachter, asking her about Nikolai and their first meeting; being so close to getting him back, she's feeling very emotional and thanks the party for everything they've done for her so far. Meanwhile, Vincent offered to help the Abbot perfecting Vasilika's face, so he and Victor join him in the lab, Victor helping out with his magic skills and Vincent projecting a Minor Illusion of his artistic vision over Vasilika's face as she is being dissected. He tries to distract himself from this grisly sight talking to the Abbot about souls and the nature of love. Coincidentally, Vincent's artistic vision of Vasilika looks nothing like Ireena, but she's still beautiful, and the Abbot is pleased. At this time, Lady Wachter's husband is brought to the abbey, and the Abbot proceeds to resurrect him like it's no big deal (Lady Wachter already paid him with a part of her memories and some human remains beforehand, so it's all good). She gets all teary-eyed and asks the party to leave them alone, as resurrected and seemingly well Nicolai recuperates in the abbey. They oblige, and Vincent promises further help with Vasilika tomorrow - fully aware that tomorrow they are going to MURDER THE ABBOT. All the preparations are done - Clovin is going to poison mongrelfolk food with sleeping potions, a pack of friendly werewolves will help containing stray mongrelfolk and golems, and Victor is going to help out from the back lines with some well-placed fireballs. Abbot suspects this, of course, but considers them just a small annoyance at this point, and hopes to gain more help from Vincent before they try anything. Next session is when the fun begins!

***

Abbot is dead! I love how I can always hit my party as hard as I can, and they'll still manage to pull through and win, or at least survive. The Abbot downed 3/5 players with some homebrew AOEs I gave him, then grabbed Lady Arisa and flew off to drop her from the cliff BUT, before he could do that, they managed (while holding off the flesh golems, no less) to bring up the unconscious party members and pull off a crazy combo with Ferret turning into a giant eagle and flying up with Edena prepared to cast feather fall while Lady Arisa fighting for her life grabbing onto the Abbot to avoid being thrown down. After several rounds of a SUPER INTENSE SKY BATTLE they managed to defeat him without anyone falling down, which I honestly didn't believe was possible. After this, they burned and buried his body (with a hilariously awkward elegy from Paelias that was mostly about all the horrible things the Abbot has done), but Ferret kept his heart to sacrifice it to her fey mom. All that's left for them was to clean up after him and explore the eldritch horror torture dungeon underneath the Abbey. Should be easy, right? It was just a bit disturbing, with all the moving body parts and meaty walls and an huge eldritch flesh golem made from the Anna Krezkova (who sacrificed herself to bring back Ilya) rising from the black pit of corruption screaming about her children. The party managed to destroy the golem, recover one of the winery gems and got only a little bit corrupted in the process. The only one who got affected by this in the long run was Victor, who started accidentally disappearing into the ethereal plane sometimes - the rest, specifically Vincent and Ferret, did get to see some creepy dreams about their mothers being replaced by an eldritch entity offering dark gifts, but they rolled high to reject them and got off lightly. For now.

Also, Illyria tried to run away and Paelias begged her to stay and kissed her. The morning after, she brought him a giant mountain goat she killed and said she'll become his wife if he kills Strahd and brings her his body. Cheers for our first official NPC romance!

***

Tl;dr druid's girlfriend is now a moon goddess Long version: in my game, each of the fanes requires "3 hearts" to cleanse them: the heart of a powerful enemy sacrificed at the altar, the winery gem (containing a part of the goddesses' soul) and the willing and faithful heart of someone who will become a new vessel for the reborn goddess. The potential vessel will have to go through a trial and then will either die or gain awesome powers, but also responsibilities.

So, their plan for the mountain fane was to do the ritual with Alana, elder Krezkov daughter, who is a new burgomistress of Krezk and also a werewolf. The party (as well as Alana) starts having second thoughts, and decides to do a "test run" for the ritual on the night before the full moon, not being sure if it requires the full moon or not.

Alana, who is very insecure about not being strong enough to lead the pack and is 100% convinced she HAS to do the trial alone without any help is... Not exactly the right person for this trial at that point. Paelias casts augury and confirms that. Everyone starts panicking.

Meanwhile, Alana's aunt Illyria is sulking nearby. Lady Arisa decides to confront her about the reasons she's not doing the ritual herself. Illyria gets mad and they start a shouting match, with Lady Arisa shit-talking her being all "you are weak and pathetic, you worshipped the Huntress your whole life and now you get scared and want someone else to do your job"

So Illyria takes the bait and goes "UGH FINE GIVE ME THE GEM, I'll stand in this dumb stone circle and will prove to you that it WILL NOT work because I'm not the right person"

...So, of course it works. The stone circle starts glowing with moonlight and the corruption getting expelled from it manifests as a shadow wolf pack that starts tearing at Illyria. Illyria, who's been a grumpy loner her whole life, would surely die; if it wasn't for the party going full nuclear POWER OF FRIENDSHIP on her for several weeks at that point, going as far as calling themselves "her pack" (not to mention her relationship with Paelias of course). So, she knows she's not alone and calls upon them. After a short but tense fight, the Huntress's spirit its reborn within her. The whole scene was awesome and very emotional, we end with Paelias rushing into the stone circle and spending all of his remaining spell slots on healing her.

Oh, and also: this session they received another letter from Strahd, saying he has "great news" for them and will await them in his castle on the night of the full moon. Which is very soon. It's time to leave Krezk and confront Strahd once again.

#curse of strahd #curse of strahd spoilers #d&d #by: arrenkae #recaps

[fangirlspammer]

Sparks Fly (part 3)

Okay I apologize for my delay, but you will be happy to know that I have the next chapter nearly finished as well (!!!!!) So hopefully it won't take me too long to post that one after all the editing😌 I hope you enjoy this chapter😌

Also, yes, I did use a Desperate Housewives plot for my murder case, and no I'm not sorry. I suck at writing crime😂

A flash of heat washed over you, the room was spinning, the loud music was drowning out your thoughts, and your vision was blurring.  You could feel your heart begin to pound and the blood rushing throughout your body.  The city lights blurred together as you tried to focus, but that was failing.  There was a voice trying to get through to you, but you couldn't make it out.  The next thing you knew you're head was hitting the dashboard and the sounds of screaming and car horns echoed in your mind.

*

"Y/N!" a faint voice sounded in the distance. "Y/N!"

The voice was louder now, and when you could feel yourself being shaken you shot up from your sleeping position on the couch and gasped frantically for air.  You couldn't catch your breath and hot tears rolled down your cheeks. The person behind the voice was holding you tightly to their chest, and after a few minutes you knew that it was your big brother.  He was rubbing your back and rocking you gently, whispering words of comfort in your ear until you could grasp into reality.

*

"That's your fourth one this month," he sighed from the kitchen 30 minutes later.

"I know," you acknowledge blankly and hugged the warm, couch throw around you tighter.

You watched your big brother roam around the kitchen making you his famous tea. He always knew how to calm your nerves after a night terror like this. Despite the every day frustrations of living with your brother; clothes all over the place, dishes in the hamper, towels on the floor; you were grateful to have him around these past 13 months. After your little incident nothing had ever been the same, and you didn't think you would have made it through without him by your side, especially in your line of work.

When he finally noticed you coming into the kitchen he shook his head at you and pointed back towards the living room. "No. No go lay down," it wasn't a request, but you didn't care.  That old couch was not comfortable in the slightest.

"You don't have to baby me, Travis," your annoyance was clear, but obviously he didn't care about that.

"I do when you aren't taking your meds," he frowned and set an ugly orange bottle in front of you.

"Oh god, don't say 'meds' like that," you rolled your eyes.  "It makes me sound sick," you huffed just as annoyed.

"This isn't a joke!" you jumped, eyes wide, when his voice filled the kitchen.  He softened and ran his hand through his messy hair.  "Y/N, I can't help if you won't even help yourself.  What does NCIS have to say about this?" his eyes were searching yours for an answer, but you couldn't even come up with a quick enough lie.  "Dammit, Y/N.  They don't know about this?"

"Travis, it isn't as bad as you make it out," the words rushed out of you, but he wasn't buying it. "I can still do my job, and it only happens while I'm asleep anyway."

"And how long until that's not the case?" he tested you.

You sighed and walked around the island to him and took the tea he had made you.  "Big brother I appreciate you looking out for me, I do, but it's too early for one of your fatherly lectures," you sighed and he rolled his eyes. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a shower calling my name before I have to be at work," you kissed his cheek and headed across the room.

"Does she know?" the words had you frozen in place.

You knew that he was talking about Jack. Who else would it be?  Ever since the that night she came prying into your life, you couldn't get your mind off of her.  She had been at NCIS for 6 months now, and the two of you had become the best of friends.  She hadn't taken the place of Ellie, but Jack wasn't like Ellie, and neither were your feelings for her, even if you couldn't place them.  Of course she didn't know.  What did he think?  That you were completely crazy enough to tell the NCIS psychologist about your night terrors?  That you hadn't been taking your medication?  Because if that's what he thought, well, he knew better than that.

"Why does that matter?" you tried to make your voice sound at level.  The grip on your mug tightened so the tea wouldn't spill.

"So that's a no," he rolled his eyes and you could feel him staring a hole into the back of your neck.  You hated how he could see right through you.  You almost responded, but bit your tongue and stepped into the bathroom and the door shut behind you.

*

When you arrived at the office Gibbs was already there and a cup of coffee was on your desk.  You dropped your bag on the floor and fell into your seat with a quiet sigh of relief. "Thanks Gibbs," you muttered tiredly and took a sip before furrowing your brow. "Wait, how did you know-"

"You've been early every day this week," he shrugged and glanced over his monitor towards you.

"Right," you nodded and began to set up your space.

"Anything wrong?"

You knew that Gibbs was concerned about any of the team who's pattern abruptly changed. What you didn't know was why it was such a surprise to you. Quickly you shook your head. "Nope," you could feel him staring at you but brush it off when you refused to say more.

You were grateful that he stopped there and you began to go through the paperwork on your desk. It was another 2 hours until the rest of the team arrived. You ignored the look of concern Ellie flashed you and finished up with the last of the paperwork. That was the 4th stack of paperwork you had gone through this week alone. Your mind needed a distraction and case files would do that to a person.

"Y/N," you looked up to see Jack standing up in the balcony. "Got a second?" She eyed you closely and you felt your chest tighten. You had been avoiding her lately. With all you'd been through the last thing you needed was for Jack to get suspicious. She always could see right through you.

"Got a body," Gibbs entered the bullpen in a hurry and grabbed his gear.

"Rain check?" You gave a sympathetic smile and quickly headed to the elevator. Thank God for this case. That was a horrible thought, one that you didn't truly mean, but you just needed to get away.

*

Jimmy was at the scene of the crime before anybody else had arrived, and with the help of Ducky they had gathered enough information to make a proper diagnosis of how this woman had died.  She was murdered, hit by something wooden to the back of the neck and then strangled by a fishing rope and hung from her banister.  It didn't take long for you to find a clue as to who the biggest suspect was while you and the team were looking through the house.  There was a threatening note on the desk that read: I know what you did.  I am going to tell.

"McGee," you looked over your shoulder and held up the note with gloves on.

McGee came over and read it, his brow furrowing the more he read.  "It looks like Cathryn Phelps had an enemy," he stated as he put it into an evidence bag.

"Who is Jamie Harris?" Bishop questioned as she read it now.

"Did you say Jamie Harris?" Torres entered the room.  He held up a picture frame with two women in it after you nodded.  "She was Cathryn's wife."

You couldn't fight the surprise that flashed across your face when Torres announced that.  "Why would she send a threatening note to her own wife?"

*

The rest of the car ride was full of theories tossed back and forth, and you knew Gibbs was thankful when the car finally came to a stop in the NCIS parking lot.  He didn't hesitate to get out and head towards the building, and you quickly followed.  You were eager to get your work done, and if you stuck around with the rest of the team you knew that they would start trying to analyze you.  The last thing that you wanted to do was talk about your problems, besides this case wasn't sitting well with you at all and you wanted to solve it quickly.

"There you are!" Jack bounced into the bullpen with a bright smile, but you could read between the lines.  She was up to something, you could tell by the way she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly.  Not that you were analyzing the psychologist or anything as crazy as that.

"Here I am," you nodded and plopped down in your chair.  "Busy as a bee.  No time for chit chat," you knew you were giving yourself away, but you avoided her gaze.

"Go," you looked over wide eyed to Gibbs.  "Y/N Go," he repeated with a slightly irritated frown.

"Boss I-" you stopped when he gave you that famous death stare.  You frowned and closed your things before following Jack and muttering something under your breath as the team walked by and watched with curiosity.  They were always so curious.

*

You followed Jack into her office and sighed as she insisted you go in first.  It wasn't as though you were going to run away.  Gibbs would just send you back up, and Jack would probably handcuff you to the chair.  You shook your head as the thought of handcuffs quickly veered into a vivid fantasy you did not want to relish in at this moment. You sighed and took a seat on the sofa with your hands in your lap.

"What is so important that it couldn't wait, Jack?" you huffed.

Jack frowned, not understanding all of this hostility. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't realize having to talk to me was such a chore," she pouted and crossed her arms from across the room.

"I'm sorry," you sighed and let out a long breath that you seemed to have been holding in.  "I just have a lot that needs to get done."

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

Your eyes shot up and you crossed your arms.  "My work?  Jack I don't really think that is any of your business.  It's not like I'm letting cases pile up or coming into work late every day.  Frankly, I don't understand what this is even about."

"It is my business when it's been brought to my attention by someone who is concerned about you," Jack frowned as you kept taking that defensive tone with her.  You had been doing it a lot lately.

"This is ridiculous," you huffed and stood up to leave in frustration.

"Y/N, sit down," her voice came out firmer than she anticipated.  You frowned at her, but slowly retreated back into the couch.  "The team is worried about you, and after all that they've pointed out... well, so am I."

"What the hell does everybody have to be worried about??" you snapped.

Jack opened up a file she had laying on her desk and came over to sit in the chair across from you.  "You were in a car accident just over a year ago, am I right?"

You felt your heart drop and your stomach turn.  Suddenly you felt nauseous and cursed yourself for not taking your medication this morning after Travis insisted.  Your hands suddenly started shaking and you hugged yourself a little tighter than before.  "Where did you hear that?" your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

"It was in your file.  Vance gave it to me when I started," she stated matter-of-factually.

You could feel your blood boiling.  She had known from the start more about you than you even knew to this day about her!  Was any of this even real or had she been giving you the sympathetic shoulder this whole time?  You didn't know what to say, because if you spoke now you would probably regret it.  You were functioning on 3 hours of sleep, and your emotions were running high already.

"Who was the woman?" her voice interrupted the thoughts racing through your mind causing your head to pound.

"What woman?"

"The woman in the car," her voice was soft as though not to upset you more.  She could see this whole things was causing you to act on edge.  "The woman who died."

The tears silently fell down your cheeks and you held your breath.  You didn't even know that you had started to cry until the tears landed on your hands.  You took a deep breath and quickly wiped your eyes.  "It doesn't matter."

Jack sighed softly, this was going to be harder than she thought, but she needed answers.  Vance had told her that you had refused to talk to anybody about the accident after it happened.  At first it hadn't affected your work.  He had been informed that you had spoken to Ellie and that your brother had moved in.  It was as though the accident had never happened, but these past few months, especially the last 4 weeks, you had started to go backwards mentally.  You had been forcing yourself to work 3 times your normal work load, you had been coming in 2 hours earlier, and you had taken spontaneous trips down to the gym at every chance.  You had even started to doze off on occasion, and Gibbs hadn't been allowing you into interrogation lately.

"It matters, Y/N," Jack pressed on.  Her voice was calming, and it only made you madder.  "You can't keep carrying on like this never happened.  It is catching up to you, and it isn't healthy."

"Just stop!" you snapped and jumped to your feet.  "I didn't ask for your help!  I never wanted help in the first place, so why are you pushing?  This doesn't concern you!"

Jack let out another slow sigh and began to write something down.  You watched her and clenched your fists at your sides.  "I'm afraid it does, Y/N, and until you decide to talk about it, I am afraid that I am going to have to give you a suspension," she tore the paper from the notebook and handed you a copy.

You took the paper and looked down at it dumbfounded.  "What the hell is this?"

"You aren't to step foot back into NCIS until you decide to cooperate," Jack had to be tough, her voice was firm, but she was doing all she could to keep it together.  You and her were close friends, almost the best of, and this was harder on her than she was able to let on.  "Pack your things and go home, Y/N," she whispered and turned to go to her desk.  She took a seat and busied herself with her computer, avoiding any more contact with you.

"You can't do this," you argued, waving the piece of paper at her.  "You don't have the right to do this."

"Actually, she does," you snapped your head to see Director Vance standing in the doorway with his hands folded behind his back.  "Y/N, I trust you will won't need an escort," he eyed you carefully.

Your jaw dropped as you looked between the two.  Jack still avoided your gaze and Vance was calm, be it he had two escorts waiting in the hall just in case.  You rolled your eyes at the thought.  He should have known you better than that.  "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered and pushed past him before racing down the steps.  You went to your desk, slid all of your belonging into your bag carelessly and zipped it up angrily.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gibbs spoke up, but you didn't answer, only worked faster.  "Y/N!"

"Ask your boss," you snapped as you gathered the last of your things.  The team was wise not to get in the middle of this, but Ellie quietly took the note out of your hand to see what was going on.  What did you care?  She was your best friend after all, it was only a matter of time before she knew anyway.  "I've been suspended due to my hard work ethic and punctuality," you rolled your eyes in disdain.  The sarcasm didn't sit well with Vance, who was now standing outside of the bullpen, but you didn't care.

"Like hell you are," Gibbs came to your defense and looked to Vance.  "Leon, she's my best Agent for this case."

"I'm sorry, Gibbs, but my hands are tied," Vance apologized.

"Bullshit," you muttered and you could practically hear the teams eyes widen.  You glanced up to see Jack offer a sympathetic pursing of the lips, but you rolled your eyes and walked towards the elevator.  "Don't expect me back soon.  I don't plan on 'cooperating'," you frowned and with that you were gone.

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1. do you make your bed? Yes

2. what’s your favorite number? 9, there isn't a particular reason but I really like it

3. what’s your job? I'm a student, sometimes a baby sitter

4. if you could, would you go back to school?

5. can you parallel park? I don't have a driving license

6. a job you had which would surprise people? I think people are surprised when I tell them I self published a poetry book

7. do you think aliens are real? Yes

8. can you drive a manual car? No

9. what’s your guilty pleasure? Chocolate, fanfic

10. tattoos? Yes I have 5 tattoo and all of them are super mushy 😂

11. favorite color? Red

12. things people do that drive you crazy? I don't like when people act like they know everything and the other are stupid, when they are manipulative and possessive, I don't know, in general when they act badly with other people

13. any phobias? I'm claustrophobic, when I see my blood I faint and creepy crawlies even if I love all of them, I love them at distance 😂

14. favorite childhood sport? When I was little I really wanted to do karate but my parents didn't want to, so probably volleyball and ballroom dance (even if I did it only for a year :D)

15. do you talk to yourself? Yes

16. what movies do you adore? Titanic, the way he looks, Kimi no Na wa

17. do you like doing puzzles? Yes

18. favorite kind of music? Mmm I don't have a fav, I listen to everything

19. tea or coffee? Tea, I don't like coffee, because when I was 12 I think, my parents left me alone at home for an hour and I wanted to read my future in a cup so I tried to made coffee alone, but i did it wrongly and I felt sick

20. what was the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? I think that every time I watched a movie I wanted to be what they were but apart that I remember that I wanted to be a butler XD in my mind was really cool and mysterious, I'm weird XD. But from when I were 13 I always wanted to be a psychologist

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