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faeriekit · 6 months

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Health and Hybrids (XVI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here and this is sixteen *SixTeen theme plays*

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Martian Manhunter finds out that,yeah, dude, when your brain is missing chunks, you can't write or access data without the hardware to store it. My dude remembers nothing.

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Days pass. Nights pass.

(He thinks.)

He gets a new room. This one has a window. He can’t stare at it all the time, but when he does, he can feel himself growing stronger. Steadier. The change in his body is borderline tangible.

If only it was physical. He’s still too weak to lift anything but his arms, and not even all the way. Moving his head is tiring. Lifting his head is impossible.

But he tries.

A lot.

The doctors and the lady have to make upset noises with him when he does, but he wants to be able to see everything they’re doing to him. So far it’s a lot of tubes and needles, but what if they become scalpels and clamps?

…Danny tries to assure himself that they probably won’t be.

But they might. Things could change.

And that eats at him constantly.

Someone puts a big circle on the wall in his room. It’s large. It’s a little fuzzy at its distance on the far wall, but it’s got little arms on it, and little dots in equal degrees around the circumference. It takes him almost two napping periods to realize that it’s a clock.

Danny squints. He can...almost read analog. (Probably.) It sure doesn’t help that he has no idea when night is and when day is, though. He sleeps at one hour and wakes up at another, and the room will look entirely the same. Was it a few hours’ sleep, or a day’s? Was it longer? The world spins outside his window, big and blue, and he spins against it in a station on a lonely moon. There’s no way to tell.

Someone eventually notices that he’s bored, though, because he gets a television and a remote.

It’s a super thin television. At first, Danny spends time wondering why they put a screen with no system in his room, and then hour later the lady starts pressing buttons on the remote, and the screen lights up with a news program.

…The TV is too far away to see all that clearly. He can see some of it when he squints, but then all the colors turn lime green.

The banner on the bottom of the screen scrolls with headlines, and cool, it looks like they invented new letters while Danny was asleep. Fantastic. His head hurts from trying to squint to read, but it kind of looks like a kindergartener scribbled all over an otherwise serious news report.

Great. Now he’s getting a headache.

But the noise is…nice. It’s distracting. The news anchors chatter seriously as Danny gets yet another IV swapped out in his arm, and the heavily geared-up doctors have started telling Danny things he doesn’t like to listen to too much because if it is threats, great, he should ignore that; if it’s not threats, then, well, Danny’s bored of it all anyway.

“—Wel?”

Danny blinks. Well. That sounds like ‘Well’.

He shifts just enough to make eye contact. A doctor looks down at him from their place at his bedside. Their scrubs are kind of blue-green, with little flowers on the trim.

They have human eyes. The sight of soft, brown eyes probably ought to be reassuring, but they just make Danny more nervous.

“Eow eart wel?” They ask again, soft and slow. That middle bit sounds kind of like ‘art’. Ha. Old timey Shakespeare. ‘Art well,’ like ‘you art well—‘

Wait. Danny takes a deep breath. Blinks. His chest arcs up, just a little—just enough for the doctor to realize that Danny’s more than just looking, he’s paying attention. Are they asking him if he’s well?

Danny reflexively opens his mouth and flexes his throat, tries to answer—

Nope. Ow. The noise he makes sounds like the garbage disposal is backed up with angry blob ghosts. It hurts just to make. But the sound makes the doctor look at him; they see him.

“Inne cwic tima!” Danny hears, and then they’re jogging out of the room, and Danny is left alone. His throat hurts.

His head thumps back onto his pillow. The news program plays on. There’s a damaged city he’s never seen before on the news.

…And then the doctor comes back. Danny’s head is swimming, so he almost doesn’t notice their return, but they’re holding something, and that something has a sippy straw.

Danny is perfectly happy with a sippy straw.

The straw is put into his mouth. Danny goes sippy sippy.

…The water sloshes a little weirdly through his throat. Some of his tubes might not be where they ought to be, which is weird. Isn’t he supposed to be human right now? Or. Uh. Kind of human? Human equivalent? …Close enough…?

Danny drinks. When the pain in his throat goes to normal pain levels instead of new and angry pain levels, he lets go of the straw, and the doctor lets him.

Their fingers carefully brush Danny’s hair. Not very hard. A little too slowly. Just at the hairline. But it reminds Danny so much of sitting at home with Dad on the couch, home from school with a fever as Muppets tapes play in the background, that tears leak out of his busted eyes. The tears are probably just as green.

“Eow eart wel?” the doctor asks again. So gently. So careful.

“I’m tired,” Danny rasps.

The effort of speaking crashes into him in seconds. If things are happening around him, he doesn’t understand any of it. Nothing reaches him. He’s so tired.

He’s out before he knows it.

#Martian Manhunter: he's bored. Give the boy a television #Medical: :0 Sir yes sir!!#Medical when they hear Danny: HE SPEAKS!!! :D #Medical when they realize they can't understand him: OH NO!!! D: MM COME BACK PLEASE #health and hybrids #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover #Danny realizing he didn't know how to read analog even when he was well: shit. >:(

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Mistake -141

Based on a request:

I've got a request for you! I got lost in my thoughts and thought of a prompt so sorry if it's a bit jumbled lol So it's like a wrong place wrong time kind of thing where the reader is mistaken for an enemy, and taken to the base. Maybe interrogated a bit before the 141 are told they have the actaul enemy on they way to them and they're like 'then who tf is this....oh shit....'

GN!Reader, angst, civilian!reader, mentions of torture.

141, one of the best military groups the British military has. As always, they have a target to chase after, this time it's in a small town. Their informant let them know it would be a person dressed in a completely different attire than they were used to. You happened to be walking back from your boring job when you passed their location.

"Bravo 0-6, we have eyes on the target," Gaz said over the radio. "Roger that," Price responded, Within seconds you felt as if someone was chasing you. And having that you watched a crime documentary the night before, you quickly thought of a way out. You walked normally but stayed in well-lit areas. The men thought you were just trying to play along with your facade. "Don't let 'em get away," Soap said from his location, his snipe pointed at you. You grabbed your pocket knife and held it in your hand. You walked faster towards a more public road. "Quick, Ghost!" Price ordered. You heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

You ran away, not daring to look back once. You took many detours until you were close to a nearby church, Church service had started but before you could even reach it, Ghost tackled you. "Don't hurt me!" you told him, your hands held high. He took your knife away and pointed his gun at your head, "Why the hell were you running?" You tried to stay calm but two other men approached you, Gaz and Price with their own guns pointed at you. "Soap, you got visual?" Price asked over the radio. "Yes, Sir" was the response, a red dot on your chest. You panicked.

"No please, you are mistaken." your desperate voice pleaded. "That's what they all say." Price growls and Gaz and Ghost drag you back to their temporary base. The entire way there, you cried and begged to be let go. "You have the wrong person, please I'm innocent!" you cried. Soap aggressively cupped your face, "Yer shut the fuck up, ye hear me?"

At base, they threw you to a mattress in an empty room. Wrists tied to the other, ankles tied as well. Your teary face looking at them. Your body is littered with lacerations. Limbs are weak but they wouldn't stop hitting you. You cry, "Please...I beg of you...please stop this" You receive another punch to the abdomen. "Don't you understand we will keep this up, you fucking killer." Gaz held a knife to you. Over the radio, the Delta team came on. "Bravo six, this is Delta 0-5, how copy?"

"This is Bravo six," Price said, his eyes piercing yours. "We found 'em, and are on our way back to base." Ghost gave Price a questioning look. Both men stepped outside of the room, leaving the two sergeants with you. "What do you mean you have the person with you, Delta Five?"

"All features you told us to look for, this person has it and they have admitted to being the subject."

"Fuckin' 'ell." Ghost murmured and rushed inside. "Sergeants, step away." He commanded. "Ghost they are talking now."

"Step away from the civilian, Soap," he advises and approaches you with caution. He kneels in front of you and unties you, "Are you alright?" He asks you with a soft tone. You were too weak to move, all you could do was stare. Whimpers of pain filled the room once Price walked back in and took a look at the injuries they had caused. "C'mon, we have to rush them to the medics." Your vision blurred. In all his years of being a soldier, Price had a day he regretted the most. And that was today, hurting an innocent, treating them as if they were the scum of the Earth. What fucked him up the most? The fact you died on the bed of the medical tent. Your body is weak, blood on the floor and how you died innocent and young, a poor civilian taken hostage, begging to be let out and no one heard.

That day, Task Force 141 lost another piece of their sanity, another stitch with emotions and another shattered glass to the oath they took to protect civilians. Ghost added you to his book of names, the list of all those he lost to war, by his hands, or by the cruelty his job brought. Another soul that Gaz ripped away because of orders, ones he always followed without question. Soap, the one who had the most blood on his hands, now regretted not listening to his instincts.

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reds-skull · 5 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This one started horrible to write and ended up fun, so if the beginning feels off that's why.

Love reading the theories in the tags! Not gonna say which one of you is right though, if any...

Price’s temporary office is about as big as a broom closet, with barely enough space to fit a desk, 2 chairs, and a couple of huge 141 operatives.

The Captain has been rubbing at his temples for the past few minutes, no doubt unsuccessfully trying to ward off a massive headache. Ghost shares the sentiment. This entire day was nothing but misery.

They’ve been debriefing about their shitshow of a mission for several hours now.

“Let me get this straight”, Price starts, “you brought Soap with you to Limbo… and he came out unharmed?”

“Yes sir.”

“How could you possibly know he wouldn’t get dragged in?” Price shoots a glare towards him.

“I didn’t.” Ghost swallows, “I… I was certain he’s dead either way.”

Ghost flexes his hands, eyes drifting away from Price as he returns to his thoughts. It stands to logic that whoever was in the protective light around him would’ve been safe from the grasping hands of its victims. But he never actually tried it.

Nobody lives through Limbo, is the first rule of his powers.

There’s a reason his personal file reads “Limbo survivability: 0%”.

Price’s voice cuts through the air, “this changes everything about how you could operate on field… Shepherd would be ecstatic.” he finished with a bleak tone.

A sudden chill shoots through his veins. The General would squeeze every drop he could off of Limbo. Ghost can see how he would react, ordering him to use it on field again and again, now while Price and Garrick and Johnny are all in the line of fire-

“Which is why he won’t know about this.” Price asserts.

Ghost falters. “You’re breaking regs for me?”

The Captain offers him a tired but kind smile, “won’t be the first time, son.”

Ghost’s shoulders slumped in relief, and he projected his gratitude to Price’s mind. He doesn’t think words would do justice to what he’s feeling right about now.

The Captain sighs, “I reckon I tortured you enough for one day, Lieutenant. Dismissed.”

Ghost rises to leave when Price adds, “don’t think I’ve forgotten about what your Reaper said, Simon. We’ll talk about it another day.”

Ghost truly can’t wait.

His feet take him to medical, where Soap still better be. If the Sergeant minimizes his injuries now, after everything they’ve been through, Ghost swears he’ll actually send him to Limbo.

The nurse he left Johnny with rushes to stop him from wandering around and probably scaring her patients dead.

She informs Ghost that Sergeant MacTavish is in one of the resting rooms, and that Garrick is currently visiting him. He mutters a vague thanks and makes his way towards his room.

From a distance, he can already hear the Sergeants’ shared laughter, and a stone is lifted from his stomach.

“-I don’t think I’ve seen Cap make that face before, he squished his face like a confused babe-” Gaz’s words travel through the half opened door. Ghost takes a moment to just listen to the two of them giggling with no care in the world, and pushes the door fully open.

The two immediately quiet down and snap their gaze at him. Gaz talks first, “finally out of Price’s clutches?” he says with a half smile.

Ghost continues to stand in the entrance, “looked almost as tired as me by the end of it.”

Garrick smirks, and stands up from the chair situated besides Soap’s bed. “Well, I’ll go make sure he doesn’t fall asleep in his office again. Can’t forget the time he messed up his back for a week because of it.”

He passes by Ghost to walk out, but before he leaves completely, whispers, “he’s gonna be fine, don’t worry too much”, and with a pat on the shoulder leaves Ghost staring at Soap.

The Scot dimmed a little after Gaz’s departure, “ye can sit down, I’m sure yer dead tired.” he nods to the newly vacated chair.

Ghost takes him on the offer and lowers to the sit with a long exhale. He looks over Johnny, trying to figure out how far along his healing is, but is unable to due to the clothes he still wears.

“Can I see the… gunshot wounds?” He relents eventually.

Soap raises a brow, “curious huh? Wanna see how fast I can heal-”

“Sergeant.” Ghost warns.

Soap sighs and pouts, hesitating for a moment before lifting his shirt. Ghost leans forward to examine the injuries more closely - the holes are almost completely sealed, muscles and skin woven together, tightening in front of his eyes.

“Does it still hurt?” he looks up at Johnny.

Soap frowns, “a wee bit”, he drops the hem and lets the shirt fall.

They sit in silence, Ghost becoming increasingly overwhelmed with which question he wants to ask first, if he should be happy, or if he should be screaming at the Sergeant for making him believe for one horrible second that he’s going to die.

The Sergeant saves him from his downward spiral, “I dinea know they redacted that power on my files.”

Flaming fingers fidgeting over the thin blanket catch Ghost’s attention. “Your file rivals mine with how much is blacked out.” And he doesn’t say it lightly; his own file doesn’t even have his legal name.

“I knew they’ve been removing things since… my Reaping.” the small flames continue to be put out by Johnny’s movements.

“Why?”

And isn’t that the question of the century. Ghost looks at Soap’s face, the taut features that tell him the answer is as always.

‘I can’t tell you.’

Soap surprises him however, when he huffs, “they don’t want people getting the wrong idea on how strong I am.”

He must see how confused Ghost is, because he continues, “I uh… did something on my Reaping. If I could do that again, well… I don’t know if they would’ve let me on the team.”

“I assume you can’t tell me what.”

Johnny laughs, “if I could, I would’ve a long time ago, LT”.

Ghost crosses his arms. He’s sure he’ll have about 50 working theories on what Soap has done by the end of the day, but for now he wants to focus on the Sergeant in front of him.

He miserably remembers what he’s done, how he forced him into Limbo…

“Did you close your eyes?”

“Huh?”

“When we were in Limbo, did you close your eyes?”

Soap tilts his head in perplexity, “aye… why?”

Ghost shakes his head, “rather you not see how fucked up that place is.”

He was never too proud of Limbo, not with the origins of the power, but after it became such a hateful place he lost any reason to like the void.

“You make it sound like it's literal hell, Ghost.” Johnny mutters.

Ghost rolls his eyes, “would be an apt comparison.”

The Sergeant straightens, “it’s not! It’s far too…” he slumps again, “sad. I could hear them crying down there.”

Ghost doesn’t want to tell him Limbo isn’t usually like that. Doesn’t need Johnny to know his victims were sobbing because his own emotions effected them.

Instead, he veers the conversation away, “don’t tell anyone you’ve been there.”

It’s Soap’s turn to ask why.

“No one ever went into Limbo and left alive beside me.”

The Sergeant’s eyes widen, “yer gonna hide it from Shepherd…”

“The Captain suggested it. I’d rather you not ruin his entire career.” Ghost drawls flatly.

“Aye sir, yer secrets are safe with me.” Johnny gives him a reassuring smile.

Ghost doesn’t think he understands just how much he trusts that statement. He exhales, “don’t make me think you’re about to kick it again, that clear?”

Johnny’s smile dampens, his eyes fill with guilt, “yes sir.”

Soap was released not long after they finished their little chat, the medics deeming him stable enough to walk around. They appeared more experienced with healing-type revenants than other bases he’s been on.

Ghost kept watch by his side while they walked down to mess, the two of them famished and tired after everything.

The cheering coming from the large room proved to be caused by the Vaqueros’ return. Alejandro and Rodolfo, along with Gaz and Price, were sitting in one table and talking among themselves.

When Rodolfo picked them out from the crowd he rose to stand in front of Johnny, “I heard you were in medical hermano, are you well?”

Soap gave him an easy grin, “aye, had a couple of bullets in me, but I’m all good now.”

Rodolfo’s mouth dropped, and his eyes jumped between Soap and Ghost, “I uh, I’m glad?”

His Sergeant turned to give him a bold smirk that told him Soap enjoying messing with Rodolfo, the poor man a little too out of the loop.

The three of them were called to the table and they joined the rest.

“El Sin Nombre is looking for revenants” Alejandro began. Him, Rodolfo and the 141 were summarizing what each squad found during their last missions, “the stronger, the higher their value.”

Rodolfo added, “his other target is civilians, specifically poor and young, at recruitment age.”

“But he’s not recruiting them, is he?” Gaz asks.

“No. You don’t give weapons to people you kidnap and let them loose on the streets, expecting they’ll stay loyal to you.”

Not unless you torture them to the point of breaking, Ghost muses darkly.

He throws the dog tags he snagged from the body at the cartel’s house, “one of the four bodies we found was one Sergeant Anderson, a revenant with an ability to breathe underwater.”

“The other three, appeared to be civilians, died from drowning.” Soap remarks.

Price narrows his eyes, “sounds like they’re playing with revenant powers.”

“It’s never gonna work”, Garrick snarls, “you can’t transfer powers, you can’t choose who will become a revenant, and you can’t choose what power you get.”

The room becomes silent, until Johnny murmurs, “unless you kill them the same way other revenants died.”

“Still won’t work”, Ghost retorts, “too many variables. Revenant might attract a different Reaper.”

Price stops them both, “whatever they’re trying to do, they’re messing with powers beyond anyone’s understanding. If they figure out a way to reliably make revenants…”

“They’ll have an army of supernatural soldiers.” Alejandro snarls.

The Captain nods firmly.

Ghost shifts in place. There’s much more on the scale than any of them originally thought.

“What’s our next move?” Soap questions determinedly.

Rodolfo points to the file on the table, “we need to get El Sin Nombre. He’s our only connection to the international trafficking.”

Alejandro grins widely, “exactamente”.

The Captain starts collecting his own files, “I’ll get in contact with Laswell, see what she can give us.” He glances at Ghost, “we need to inform Shepherd as well.”

They’re all preparing to leave when a knock sounds on the door.

Alejandro calls them in, and a soldier pops their head, “Comandante, the American PMC is here.”

“Captain Price! Good to see you again, pal.”

Price’s moustache twitches, “Philip Graves.” Ghost can hear the thought leaking from his head, ‘can’t say the same.’

The Shadow Company commander is non the wiser, and does a quick sweep on the soldiers on the tarmac, when his eyes land on Ghost.

“Lieutenant Ghost! Heard great things about you. Terrible, but great things”, the American smiles in a way that makes Ghost’s eye twitch to close.

He hates him already.

Ghost decides to answer, as this muppet will work with them for the next few weeks, “haven’t heard shite about you mate.”

The way Graves stops his flaunting is quite amusing, Ghost decides. “You a revenant, Graves?” He goes on with his ribbing.

Graves licks his teeth before smacking his lips, “no.”

He huffs in return, in what might be interpreted as a laugh. Johnny seems to be holding back his own giggles, having an overtly serious face that Ghost finds hilarious.

Alejandro spares Graves from Ghost’s public shaming (and what a pity that is), “welcome to Los Vaqueros base, Commander.”

The men shake hands. Ghost looks behind Graves, at the PMC soldiers unloading crates after crates of weapons and firearms.

Oh well, he supposes he can deal with the yank as long as he has a use.

Okay I know Ghost roasting Graves is ooc but it's so funny to me

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garyroachsanderson · 1 year

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How your oc works with 141, or just headcanons about them in general? excited to learn more :0

ive been waiting for this one

could also be seen as an x reader.. maybe? if you relate to nerve then yes. i won’t mention their physical appearance too often

NERVE X 141 (PLATONIC HEADCANONS)

mentions of exposed nerves, wounds, transphobia maybe?

some background:

Nerve is a CoD OC i’ve had since 2018. I haven’t gotten very far on their backstory, but this fic takes place during 2016 (MW2). Nerve is Russian/Hispanic but was born in the U.S., circa 1997, even though they spent their childhood in Izhevsk, Udmurtia, Russia. I can elaborate on their backstory in a future fic, if anyone would like me to.

Nerve is fluent in English, Russian, and Spanish. They speak a little Portuguese as well (mainly because of its similarity to Russian). Their accent is a light mix of Russian and Honduran, but it’s not strong.

They were found by the 141 as an abandoned soldier in the middle of bumfuck Russian wilderness. They were in their late teens, and were too afraid and shaken to even consider speaking. Thankfully, they posed no immediate threat, as once they were given medical attention, the first thing they did was insult Soap’s hairstyle.

“ . . . “

“What?”

“ . . . “

“Why are you staring at me?”

“ . . Уродливый сукин сын. “ (ugly son of a bitch)

Yuri laughed. The others didn’t.

Speaking of Yuri, they grew especially close to him even though they aren’t very good at showing it. An extra dinner roll, putting some more care into his wounds, or simply completing a task in the same room as him. He was the only other Russian.

Nerve was dubbed that because before their squadron abandoned them, they used to literally create nerve gas in a basement. They were incredibly skilled in chemistry and knew how to use it to their advantage, but stopped using it because of the damage it caused. They were also named that because they were constantly nervous, just completely rigid, and it was easy to get on their nerves.

The name was official when they were wounded in battle and their mate had failed to operate on them. A literal exposed nerve hung out of their body. They have permanent nerve damage in that area—their right forearm.

Nerve used to be in the Russian air force. Being drafted in a time of need and at 16 years old, they simply went to where they needed the most soldiers—not that they had a choice in where they went, anyway. They flew a Su-27SKM. They named it ‘Lassie’, much to Soap’s delight.

Laswell convinced Price for Nerve to join. She’d grown quite attached to them, because they immediately attached themselves onto her arm when they were rescued. Nerve prefers not to bring it up.

Actually, the 141 doesn’t even know their gender. They have long hair, a heart shaped face, and slightly feminine features, but their build is curveless and thin, despite muscular. It turned into an entire debate.

“If it was a girl, she would have had her period or cried by now, right? Maybe she’d have a little bit of bust.” Soap hisses.

“If they were male, they’d have more masculine features. They wouldn’t be a staggering 5’7. Also, they’re not an ‘it’, Johnny.” Ghost retorts.

Ghost turns to the soldier fidgeting with a cube in the corner. “Ma’am.” He barks at them, to which they turn their head. He snorts, and Soap responds with pausing until they’ve returned to their cube, and then shouting “Sir.” They turn their head as well. Gaz laughs.

They are AFAB, but they have a condition in which they produce more testosterone and androgen than the usual AFAB person. On the occasion they do have a menstrual cycle, they just play it off like they’ve been shot in the abdomen. Easier to explain.

They’re steady, a force to hold onto when running into a crowd. They’ll keep you by your side, and never takes unexpected turns.

If they were an animal, they’d imagine themselves to be a donkey. Not a mule, though; they’re afraid of horses. And anything with horse blood. That’s why they’re as stubborn as one.

Hates when they’re spoken down to. They don’t give their higher-ups any extra respect than they need. Hates when they have to submit to anything.

You want to know their name? Absolutely not. (It’s Arkady.) Nobody alive knows any of their names outside of that, though.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #john price #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #simon riley #cod oc #kate laswell #modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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lesbians4leonardo · 2 months

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100 prompts stolen from my friends and i

“taps the sign that says guys please let me know when you get injured i trust exactly none of you to keep yourselves alive and well” “taps the sign that says hey i never did sports” “taps the sign that says boobies” “TAPS THE SIGN THAT SAYS FINE I WILL KILL YOU ALL”

“fuck you” “SIR YES SIR”

“i so badly want you to see my piss platoon in COTL”

“p.s. do you still have your ears pierced?” “mhm!” “not for long.”

“wait would tax fraud count as adultery?”

“[name] tanking radiation poisoning for the sole reason of why not. more news at 7”

“in THIS world, it’s either SHUT up or SLUT up and i ALWAYS slay!!”

“you are like the pinnacle of every Don’t instruction on a medical ad”

“when i was young, i too once had nipples”

“and they say white people have no culture. look at all these phrases”

“you texted me and called me a slur” “yahoo!!”

“allow the mundanity of your life to be filled by them. you will find love in your kitchen on a saturday morning when they’re frying eggs and you’re figuring out how to be a person over your coffee, and though you’re bone tired exhausted you’re still well aware that they’re there by the sizzling of eggs and you like that, even through your exhaustion you like that. you will find it when you take off your shoes and place them right next to theirs by the door. when you are loved, you will find love in every place that held nothing”

“to be loved is to find joy and love and care in what otherwise seems like the mundanity of life. like. like. words. words. uh. to be loved is to settle into the comfort of the mundane because you know that youre loved and cared for and the world is beautiful”

“if i was an orb with nothing else to do i’d ruin some childhoods too”

“one of the babies has breached containment”

“i want to put every cat in my mouth”

“i can’t stop writing my fingers don’t wanna stop fingering and these words just keep wording”

“[pet] has become catholic”

“ah yes, my favourite animal: the gun”

“i will eat the fetuses of your inhuman children you have hatefully inserted inside my chicken eggs with the prideful knowledge that i am saving the teeth of future children to come”

“you monster… i like how your mind works”

“what on earth happened i was playing mario kart”

“maybe i am a little coo coo guys…….. shakira shakira……..” “no the right person will love you for your alpha male swag”

“well, that’s what happens when you swipe a waterjet”

“also, he gives off bad vibes like an over cooked fish!!!!!!! remember!!!!!!!!”

“there is a small, air-filled blood cave in my foot” “as usual”

“YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOULL GET HIT BY A BUS >:)”

“[name] don’t fall for his tricks. he’s evil. a conniving little guy. with a bowl cut”

“i think you’re a culinary mad scientist”

“i’d love to punch you in the throat… but not like this, brother… not like this…”

“pissing on a dead guy rn btw” “rock on brother”

“everyone wins!! the femboy killed the business!!!”

“so i have a feeling it should be kicked into the corner like a failed organ harvest”

“current score is furry-1, god-0”

“guys…. come on…. we cannot have more than one loserfailure in this house please…..” “we’re all autistic?” “we all combine to make the loserfailure supreme” “LOSERFAILURES ROLL OUT” “we combine voltron style” “with the super long sequence” “i’ve had enough of your mouth!”

“[name] calls me milkboy because they can’t handle my milkboy swag”

“penis” “????? PENIS???????” “i’m helping you. you’re gay so i’m giving you penis. for emotional support”

“thank you for being suicidal so i can stim with your self harm scars”

“you have interesting flesh” “I HAVE INTERESTING FLESH?!”

“pull that milk cup a little bit closer so it can be like our baby…. it’s our little baby [name]….”

“STOP FOOTING MY TITS”

“i’m like a meat bullet”

“why are you so small?” “i miss the warmth of the womb” “you’re autistic”

“you are literally a dead victorian child” “don’t out him”

“half a year of man cum” “now what is wrong with you?”

“girlhood is defined not by misogyny or toys or violence but instead by stalking”

“YOU ATE MY CORPSE FIRST MAGGOT”

“sorry i’m trying to electrocute a man rn and i need both hands” “WHO???” “UHHH OWL???????? WDYM???????”

“girl relationships are kinda more complex than hieroglyphs tbh so maybe they thought that pedophilia would be the safer route idk i’m just a gaggot”

“hey girl new slur just dropped!!!”

“this song doesn’t just fuck it impregnates and raises the baby with gentle parenting”

“YOURE FRENCH AND GAY? faguette”

“YOU DOUBLE DIPLOMA DICKHEAD”

“he’s against killing unborn children but not living children?” “he likes to look them in the eyes when he kills them”

“[name] look at the dead 30 year old soul lingering in the eyes”

“LLLLLL RIP BOZOOOOOO BOOOOOOO NERRRDDDD BRO HAS AN INJURY LMAOOOOOO SKULL EMOJI TIMES SEVENNNNM” “i’m still taller than you in this wheelchair, boy” “not for long”

“[NAME] NO. you’re supposed to rest” “well maybe they should’ve thought of that before inventing capitalism”

“[NAME] HOW ARE YOU GUYS ALIVE?!”

“you’re like if a normal person got sliced in half and the legs grew their own new torso and head”

“unless you’re [name] but that’s only because [name] said i was making male whimpers and objectifying my pain” “YOU WERE”

“yeah that’s what i thought you sleepless beast”

“my boobies are bisexual i can use both to type but not very well unfortunately”

“GODDAMNIT IS THAT THE FUCKING TORTOISESHELL”

“[name] will you be my hillary clinton?” “yes i will consider you as my close personal friend”

“i love kaijus” “PACIFIC RIM? KAIJUS? SHAKES YOUR HAND” “YES” “YEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! oh the concept of being drift compatible….” “FR!!!! YOUR BRAINS!!!! MATCH UP!!!!!! assigned soulmates at brainwave technology” “LITERALLY!!! i was so normal about it when i watched pacific rim for the first time” “PREGNANCY IS SCARY!!!!” “Y YES? YOURE ON T MAN DONT WORRY” “i wanted to join in on the brains matching up but i don’t know anything about pacific rim”

“the probability of mpreg is low… but never zero. keep that condom close and your heat suppressants even closer”

“i’m finished! has [name] survived the shame yet?” “no” “lol rip bozo” “i’m going to go live in a lake house and pretend i like kissing women”

“you are all out to get me” “yeah”

“i’m just the worst person ever, huh? should i just get pregnant and give abo birth??? i guess everyone would be so much happier if i started being heterosexual??? you all think i never do anything scrumdilly yum yum for anyone, right??? that’s fine. i’ll just do what everyone wants me to do anyways. see you in five years when i’m shaped like a lizard from eating all those carrots. i hope you’re happy now.”

“OH FUWCK YOFF AL OF YIU!!!’m! I HOPE YORUE SHOWS MAKW SQUELCHWING NOSIWS WHEN YOH WALK RHOUGH THE HALLWAYS IM GONNAQ FUCKTUNG SHIT IN TWHM”

“i thought village people invented the ymca”

“guy whose body is an enigma”

“that reminds me of when [past event]” “wait. wait what the fuck. wait”

“attacks josh hutcherson with the spirit of christmas musiAUGH FUCK”

“there’s a part of me that just wants to [plan]- HOLY SHIT THAT ACTUALLY WORKED”

“i’ve gotta catch some dudes and get my beauty rest”

“leave me alone!!! my dick is tiny and the sex is bad!!! i have stale morning breath!!!”

“my grandparents are going into a home” “that, i can promise you”

“thanks man! clutches my sleep meds tightly in my toes!!”

“PENIS MAN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO”

“STI (Strong Toes Institute)”

“you should send her a bag of organs”

“get spinned metal boy”

“HINGED [NAME] NOOOO sprays you with water”

“a brother, perhaps. one not by blood, but by shared sin. what does he know of our secrets, blanketed by the cover of night? why does he grin so eerily, as though mocking the monster i once was? now i am but a mere man, a hunter turned hunter. i fall prey to the evils that once lay on our tongue.”

“[name] do you know how scary it is to tell a joke and not hear my cackle echo back at me. nothing. just silence, and debussy.”

“what do you mean i am a respectable member of society right now that is not okay”

““i stole your mind” he says. just like that- this grey matter of mine is but an empty vessel, the pinky-white fluid leaking into her hull. as captain, i protect the oath i swore to her; my ship, my love, i go down with you. may gentle waves and great tides alike wash upon the shores: our bodies, together. once one, we are now two, as he thieves away the treasures. useless boon, worth not a pebble; but he knows, he knows- you are what made me complete. “i stole your mind” he says, but it is, too, my heart that he has plundered. not to keep or return with vows; nay, a single toss across the seas! it skips, once, twice, before the sandy bed lulls my boat to sleep.”

“good luck man i’m just gonna be over here feeling existential about my face not being mine. is this what it’s like to be high”

“i’ll remember something and instead of imagining a flash bang with something like “HORSE FROWN” in neon block letters popping out of the white i have to experience an emotion for longer than three seconds.”

“how i bagged my girl (snow day): PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OLEASE PLEADEPLASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE” “LET ME GET WHAT I WAAAAANNTTT” “I AM BEGGING EVERY DEITY HOLY FIGURE”

“gay man talking about bagging a girl + lesbian being a theatre major + buddhist that is only buddhist because of ethnicity and agnosticism” “THAT WAS A THE SMITHS SONG” “That Is A The Smiths Lyric” “in times of desperation humanity’s true colours shine” “[NAME] I CANT BELIEVE YOU” “the smiths have the same level of drama as a cishet theatre company so it’s fine” “damn ok”

“I WAS NOT A FUCKING DOMINATRIX FUCK YOU i just spinned people really fast on the playground until they said it ticked and was too fast and begged me to stop- wait yeah okay thats.”

“WHY ARE YOU IN BLOOD HELL??”

““be not afraid” if i saw you in the woods i would be so torn between hiding and running that i might die on the spot” “smash” “smash” “GUYS COME ON- THIS GUY???” “not that guy. the tree guy” “THAT IS THE TREE GUY” “i could make him trans”

“heh. wouldn’t you like to be liver suckled, cock boy?”

“can i trust testsigma.com?” “no” “MAN”

“ohhh now i know why you lost your nipples”

“I WILL ALTER YOUR SKIN IN WAYS THAT CANNOT BE REVERSED NOR HIDDEN. MY TOUCH WILL IMMORTALIZE ITSELF IN YOUR BONES, AND LONG AFTER WE ARE GONE, YOUR VERY ESSENCE WILL SCREAM WITH MY VOICE.”

“WE'RE FINISHING OFF WITH MY BODY MOD HOBBY???????????????????????????????????????????”

all thanks to the troop 🫡: @striderman @thevoidsflame @xansa-e03

(also PLEASE tag me or message me if you use them so my friends and i can consume it)

#prompt list #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #writing prompt #homestuck #genshin impact #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #<- tagging our main fandoms so that we get content

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mercurygray · 1 year

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for thirsty Thursday, recovery with lip and marj ? :0

recovery - rubbing someone's back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

The worst part was the knowledge that nothing he had was going to make it better.

Bronchial pneumonia, the surgeon had said. Not a damn thing to do about it except warm blankets and hot drinks and somewhere without a draft - all the things they really didn't have at the moment. Penicillin would clear it up, no problem, but they didn't have that, either - still no medical supplies.

So Carwood Lipton was carrying a bucket of boiling water up from the cookhouse, and hoping that none of it spilled.

The house the CP was in had been nice, once, before the war - peeling wallpaper and a dilapidated piano were a testament to that. The couch Marj was lying on was nice, too, or had been - not that it mattered now. Everything was covered with plaster dust and who knew what else.

"What's she got to complain about?" Luz was asking some unseen third person as Lipton carefully made his way back inside. "She's got a couch, she's got a blanket, Lip's gonna be back in a minute with some tea. She's fine. Snug as a bug in a rug."

But she wasn't fine - nothing near fine. Every time he heard that hacking cough he was back to being eleven or twelve, listening to his sister suffer through whooping cough in the second bedroom, his mother staying up to all hours to make sure she was still breathing.

But she could still look up when he came in - could still smile. "Is that hot water?"

"Thought you could breath the steam," Lip offered, setting the bucket down gently so Marj would have space to swing her legs down and lean over. He fumbled in his pocket for the teabags, eventually finding them and dipping his empty canteen cup into the water, dropping the bags in and watching the color change. After a minute or so he glanced at the other people in the room - a new lieutenant, who still very much had a shine on his boots, and a face that Lip had to work for a moment to place.

The name came to him eventually. "Webster. How you doing?"

"Just fine," Webster said. "How are you, Sergeant Lipton?"

He didn't want to answer that, not really - and was spared from doing so by Speirs returning to the command post, and Marj struggling to sit up a little. "Captain Speirs, this is lieutenant Jon-"

"Gordon, for christsakes, will you go and get some sleep or something? There's a bed back there with real sheets."

"Just want to be helpful, sir," Marj offered, the water forgotten for a moment before she started coughing again.

Winters and Nixon made another sudden appearance, and Marj struggled, again, to get up, but it was no use - Lip held her down, his eyes meeting Winters' with desperation.

"Gentlemen, why don't we give Gordon some space?" Winters said lightly. "You'll hear better what I have to say out here."

The new lieutenant snapped his heels in a salute, a movement that made Nixon laugh, and Lipton sat down next to Marj on the couch, carefully holding his canteen mug while she tried to sit up a little and set off another coughing fit. He pressed a hand to her back, rubbing slowly and feeling the heat build between his hand and her jacket. Maybe, if he did this long enough she would warm up, and the pneumonia would go away, and she could get a little peace. But that didn't seem likely any time soon.

Marj finished coughing and looked at him with a tired, bleary eye. "You know, if you wanted to get my brassiere off you could just ask."

Lip rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking of doing. Have my way with you and then have you cough all over me all night."

Another cough, smaller this time. "I probably got this from you."

"That is very uncalled for, Sergeant Gordon. I resent the implication."

Marj smiled and tried to say something, but the words got caught in her throat and went into another coughing spell. Lip tried to rub her back the whole time, and when it subsided she looked over at him. "Please don't stop, Car. It feels really good."

Never, Lipton thought to himself, hand still moving back and forth. "You want to drink this tea? Should be good for your throat." She nodded, and took the cup, holding it under her nose to breath the steam again, sipping gratefully.

"When this is over," he said, quietly, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "I want to sleep for a month. I want a real bed, with real sheets, and a dozen real eggs for breakfast."

Marj made a mumble of agreement, still sipping her tea, and Lip continued to move his hand up and down her back, still thinking to himself things he didn't want to jinx by saying aloud.

I want cream in my coffee, and sunshine, and the morning paper. I want to wake up next to you and know exactly where I am. I want to make it better, Marj Gordon. Always.

#i have written a thing #marjorie gordon #1940s girl gang #mercurygraypresents

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primevein · 10 months

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The Prime of His Youth: Book II: Quest for Fire: Ch34: Collapse

Jack's voiced appeared on the com. link, "All stations, 0. Ball's in play. Hop 24. Out."

"What - mean?" Grimlock asked, and Swoop sighed.

"Oh, come on, we covered this." Swoop said, and banked off to the side, "Follow me."

"Ser-Ket is in the area." Sludge said, as he slowly turned.

"Hop 24 is the base we're going to attack." Swoop added. The other Dinobots turned to follow them.

* * *

As the Dinobots arrived they saw Jack and Arcee approaching the base, four disabled Cybertronians behind them. Moving enough to show they were still alive, but barely so. Swoop flew off to the side, "He wants us to head to the south-east tunnel." All of the Dinobots but Grimlock turned to follow him, "But, battle." he said, gesturing to the fighting.

"You want to fight some scrubs?!" Snarl asked, "Or do you want to fight Ser-Ket?!"

"Shouldn't we have innoculation?" Sludge asked.

A few flashes from blaster file could be seen through the windows.

"That would be it." Swoop said, as he did a barrel roll.

Roxana drove out as Ultra Magnus backed his trailer in. Roxana turned off towards the Dinobots. A couple of cars drove out beside him. They transformed, and started to cuff the wounded and cart them to the truck. Roxana transformed as the Dinobots did, and started to innoculate them. As she finished, Smokescreen and Windblade joined them. She innoculated them, and then transformed, driving back to the building. Inside she found Arcee, and innoculated her. She looked at Jack. He looked deep in her eyes before nodding his head backwards. Roxana left, driving towards Ultra Magnus. Jack rode on Arcee away in the opposite direction. They went to hide in the crags to the side of the entrace that the Dinobots waited by. Roxana transformed, jumping up on UItra Magnus' flatbed trailer.

"I'm a medic." she said, "If I get attacked, I will simply abandon you. Do I make myself clear?" The cybertronians groaned in acknowledgement. "Good." Roxana stated, "I would hate to have to abandon you."

"Escort?" one of the cars asked, "That's what the Elite Guard is for?"

"The Elite Guard is not about glamour, soldier." Ultra Magnus stated, "We are the base on which Cybertron is built. It is our job to coordinate the militias and be the last line of defence when all else fails. Without us doing what we are doing right now, they would have had no choice but to kill them."

"They are the enemy, aren't they?" the second car asked.

"All of Cybertron rejoyces when a Spark is born." Ultra Magnus stated, and let a pregnant pause follow, "How is saving a life any different?"

"But... the war?" the second car asked.

"We did not fight the war because we wanted to." Ultra Magnus stated, "We fought the war because we had to. If we did not stand up against Megatron, who would have?" Another pregnant pause followed. "The Elite Guard have the highest standards, and the lowest thanks. Those wings on your shoulders are the only thanks you are going to get. You are here, because Cybertron needs you." Ultra Magnus stated, "All of Cybertron. Does that answer your question, soldiers?"

"Yes, sir." he affirmed.

* * *

Ser-Ket was flying through the corridors to the distress beacon. Something wrapped around her rear right leg and shocked her. She lost control of her muscles. She couldn't maintain her wings and they stalled, and she came crashing to the ground. She rolled and skidded until coming to a stop. She turned her head and saw the four land-bound Dinobots rushing towards her. She struggled to her feet, only to have her left fore-leg impaled with Snarl's thagomizer. She pulled her wings back getting ready to flap, only to find her wing pierced by Swoop's claws, pulling her towards her left side. She crumbled over. She struggled to her feet as she was impaled by Slug's horns. She struggled to right herself as Grimlock's jaws clamped around her neck, crushing it. She transformed, her neck being torn off her body. Energon and ToxEn dripped from the wound. She screamed at them, only to have Sludge's tail knock her backwards.

She had managed to shake Swoop loose and flapped her wings only to have her right leg impaled on Snarl's thagomizer. Grimlock headbutted her. Sludge slammed her with his tail. She was on the ground, trying to crawl away, nearly in a panic. "How?.." she asked, and saw a small creature in purple walking up to her. He drew a sword and impaled it in her neck, causing the Energon to gush out. He pulled his sword away, causing more Energon to escape.

Grimlock transformed and looked at him aggressively. "Why - he - get - kill?"

"Because he's the one who made the plan?" Arcee asked as she walked up.

"Because I don't want anyone to think I was sitting on the sidelines when we took her out." Jack stated, wiping his sword off on her body.

Swoop landed and transformed, "And the Wreckers?"

"I needed someone who could respond quickly if we didn't take her down." Jack replied.

"What, you didn't think we could do it?" Swoop asked, and Jack just looked at him.

"I think that's a no." Sludge added, as she transformed.

"Uh... maybe?.." Jack asked, "She was the big thing stopping you, and she wouldn't be suffering from the ToxEn yet. And now we have to figure out what to do with the body."

"Why?!" Slug asked.

"Because she's a ToxEn factory, or was when she was alive." Slug didn't seem to comprehend, so he looked at Grimlock, who also seemed to not undestand. "She's full of ToxEn?" he asked. "Either way, your war is basically over. All of the remaining Forged and Foundlings can be captured, and hopefully they can all be deprogrammed."

"What kind of win is that?" Slug asked.

"One where we get more than we thought we could." Jack replied.

"No more fighting?!" Snarl asked.

Jack looked at them for a moment, "Miko would never forgive me if I didn't bring it up, but there would be a LOT of Humans willing to pay to watch you fight."

"Human have blood sports?" Grimlock asked.

"You couldn't actually kill anyone." Arcee replied. Jack stepped forward, nearly collapsing. Arcee caught him, and helped him back to his feet. "Jack." she admonished.

Jack breathed in deeply, forcing himself awake. "I need to get back to base. Still two on watch." he stated.

* * *

Jack woke up, nestled within Sirenia's arms. She gently released him and he slowly stood up. "Nothing like an end to the war to let you sleep."

"You're not the one stuck on sentry." Miko stated.

"I tried to..."

"uhp-uhp-uhp." Miko said to him.

"You're Ratchet, now?" Jack asked as he stretched.

"I'm what?" Miko asked.

"That did sound a lot like Ratchet." Bulkhead chided.

"You, too, Bulk?" she asked him.

"Et tu, Bulkhead?" Sirenia asked.

"E, what?" Bulkhead asked.

"Literary reference." Sirenia said.

"Too bad Miko will never get it." Jack added.

"Oh, no!" she sarcastically exclaimed.

"A dictator gets stabbed by like... what, 50 men?" Jack asked.

"Wait, what?" Miko asked.

"Based on a true story." Jack uttered.

"WHAT?!" Miko asked.

"He was stabbed 23 times." Arcelia stated, "It was believed to be one time per assassin."

"Dude?!" Miko asked.

"You're the one who doesn't care about such things." Jack chided.

"I do when one dude gets stabbed by 23 other dudes." Miko stated.

"Nope. You're too sophisticated to take part in..." he voiced, and Miko audibly yawned. "Have you seriously been on sentry the entire time?"

"What?" she tiredly asked.

"Oh, for fuck's sake..." he said under his breath. "You need to sleep. I shouldn't have to explicitly tell you to sleep every time you need to sleep."

"Dude?" she tiredly asked.

"Good thing we're not going anywhere any time soon."

Arcee walked up passed the bulwarks, "What are we going to do?" she asked.

"Catch more of the Forged?" Jack asked. "They didn't have a plan for when the scrap hits the fan, so they'll likely either flee, or gather around the Energon supply. Good thing we know where that is.

"So, what?" Arcee asked, "Major attack." As she said this, Jack looked pensive. "Didn't think of that?" she asked.

"A major attack would risk too much on both sides." Jack uttered.

"So, we let the Dinobots do their thing?" Smokescreen asked.

Jack looked to Arcelia, "Have the Dinobots called to pick up any prisoners?"

Arcelia looked about for a moment before looking down at him, "Yes." she stated.

Jack let out a good sigh of relief. "Let's take the road back to New Kalis."

"Just pull out?" Arcee asked.

"Leave a plan for the Dinobots." Jack simply stated.

"Think they'll follow it?" Arcee asked.

"For a little bit?" Jack asked, "Yeah. More likely if it keeps working."

#transformers #prime #the prime of his youth #darcee #jack darby #arcee

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due4amiracle · 2 years

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Day 470

Listo:

Laundry/cleaning, Reading, Dailies, #TTRPGThings, Watching.

Laundry/cleaning - Some garbage thrown away, always more to go! ✔

Reading things - - 4 Ebooks for me, 0 Audiobook for Sir! ...Yea. 218 for the year, 25 for the month! - Vampire Dawn (Vampire for Hire #5) by J.R. Rain 21%! - Spells for Forgetting by Adrienne Young 50%! This is interesting, it’s... kinda jumping around a bit in time, which kinda confuses me and loses me, but i understand that There Is A Big Thing that we’re working towards and we need that thicc background shit. So. We’ll see if it pulls it off or not. UwU♡ ✔✔✔✔

Dailies - - Waifu Did mah dailies! Also, level 0/50 BP now~! AND! Tree lvl 40/50! Also! 27/43 max friendship namecards acquired! New MONTH! new weeklies! Gem thingy now level 9/10! ♡ω♡✔ ok so i played a little today and? Fuck dude i did like three rolls and that was it.

Candace wanted to come home, i guess. xD

#TTRPGThings - No game today! That’s ok, next week! This gives me more time to Prepare Things. +0 -> 2448 words for the backstory! i meant to write i swear but oh i was distracted by kittens!✔

Watching things - - Vancouver by Night: Season 1 - Episode 10/19! - 100 Club: Episode 5/??! So... behind... oh no... x_x; - New York by Night: Season 1 - Episode 8/8! T_T SEASON TWO FRIDAY AHHH

Other things - Daily Diarrhea Diary - Ehhh, okish. CPAP timer - ?.? hours with 0.0 disturbances. ???/9. Ok look. The CPAP is confused ok? i wore it last night (9/27), all night long, for like 10 fuckin’ hours ok? It’s marked as 0 hours. However, the night before last (9/26), that was marked as zero? Yea it’s marked as 6.4 .2. Which, sus as fuck. And THEN the night before that (9/25), that i have marked down as 8.4 .0? Yea. It’s marked as 11.2 .1. What. The. Fuck. But it’s ok, because i might be able to finagle one of my ‘missed’ days as a ‘mushed’ day (because i did not wear it the night before that, 9/24, which is not even marked down at all - which happens when you don’t wear it on a day.) So! Maybe, could finagle 9/24+9/25 as a “CPAP was confuse, skipped me a day and mushed everything up????” idk. Something like that. Shrug. It’s fine.

Uh yea so. Anyways. Sir went to His training today! Was gone for like 7 fuckin’ hours. Came home. Told me some massively wild astounding news - He’s getting paid $15 an hour. FIFTEEN. We were expecting like, ten? No no no. F I F T E E N. Holy shit. Ok that, first of all, is amazing. But second of all, is terrifying? But it’s ok, Sir did the math, if we bump Him down to 32hrs/week (His hours and stuff are incredibly flexible) He’ll not only squeak in just able to keep His Medicaid, but we’ll also be under the limit for housing! HELL YES! Yes, we’ll lose SNAP, and yes He’ll probably be paying some medical fees now, and yes He’ll be doing some debt consolidation and working down His debt but... we’ll be able to afford it. We’ll be ok. We are ok. This is wild. It harkens back to my last Tarot draw that i did, a few months ago. PPF, 5 of cups, Tower, Chariot. Bitterness, disillusionment || chaos of change || determination, confidence, victory. It’s finally here. We’ve had the chaos, and we’re finally getting that victory. Whew.

Anyways. No perioding. Stress induced migraine, mild abdominal pain, both ears ache, shoulders-but-just-the-back-connected-to-neck-area aches, lungs kinda grungy. Still Very Stressed even though the cards are right and Sir is right and i need to just relax but oh gods the change is bad change is bad. Also very tired. And cold. It’s delightful to be cold and not in the “oh i’m just very sick and it makes me cold” kind of way but more in the “oh it’s actually chilly out” kind of way!

Food: A Liquid: A Pain: D Brain: C

Tomorrow: Laundry/cleaning, Reading, Dailies, #TTRPGThings, Watching.

Ever Onwards and Upwards!

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jade-parcels · 3 years

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Taking them to meet your parents (pt. 2!)

With Childe, Diluc, Albedo, Venti and Baizhu

Meeting your partner’s parents is a huge step in your relationship!! First impressions are everything!!

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Childe:

Childe is a family guy!! He loves his family and he loves yours too! Even if he’s never met them

He’ll show you photos of his family if you ask so he also wants to see yours too! So by the time he actually gets to meet them, he’ll know who’s who and who likes what :)

Unlike Kaeya and Venti, Childe has total control over his mouth lmao he doesn’t go telling inappropriate jokes or anything. If he wouldn’t say something to his own family, he won’t say it to yours

Childe is sure to help in the kitchen! He isn’t the best cook in the world but it’s the thought that counts!

If you have siblings get ready for Childe to go crazy over them lmao he can’t stop himself from spoiling kids! He’ll bring candy or toys with him when he visits just to make the kiddos like him!

He’ll be polite and kind throughout the whole dinner! And afterwards he’ll ask you a bajillion questions ‘they liked me right? Your dad smiled at me! That means he likes me?? Or maybe he smiled because he hated me! Aw man, I have no idea!’ ‘Relax, Ajax! They liked you!’

If your family uses chopsticks you better give him a lesson beforehand otherwise he will die from embarrassment at the dinner table lmao

Diluc:

‘Which do I wear? The black one or the grey one?’ ‘Whichever you want, sweetheart’ ‘Does black make me look too... unapproachable?’ ‘Diluc, please pick a tie already...’

He’s nervous. Visibly nervous. He’ll be flustered immediately when your parents open the door to let you in! Poor guy, he’s doing his best

Diluc can handle interrogations or strange drunken conversations with bar patrons. He grew up with his family throwing big parties! Now the attention is on him for the night and he’s the one being interrogated lmao

He wants to impress your parents! He really does! Diluc is a humble guy though. He’s one of the richest guys around but he doesn’t believe in waving his money around like a fool

He’ll try to relate to and impress your dad the most, he’s just a traditional guy. At the end of the night he’ll help clean the table and sweep and crumbs off the floor. Before he leaves he’ll give your parents coupons for drinks at his bar too

Any time your parents compliment him or bring up your relationship he’ll get flustered, it’s almost funny how often it happens. He’s so worried about saying something wrong that he ends up stumbling on his words...oh brother get a GRIP man lmao

The whole way home he groans about how embarrassed he is ‘I made a total fool of myself...I can’t believe it’

He’ll get comfortable around them eventually!

Albedo:

Help him

Albedo is not talkative at all. He also rarely shows emotion in his facial expressions so he’ll be sitting at the dinner table...staring...

Once you get him talking about science and his job, he’ll actually talk for awhile! As long as your family is interested in what he has to say. If not, he’ll kinda just drift off and stop talking, turning to look at you expectantly

He’s polite of course! He eats everything he’s given no matter what, he lets out soft, breathy chuckles when your family tells jokes, he’s active in the conversation but he just doesn’t talk much

‘Albedo, we heard you like to paint’ ‘Yes, that’s right’ ‘Whats your favorite thing to paint?’ ‘I tend to paint temporary scenes. Something I could only capture on my canvas once so I can preserve that moment in time forever’ ...Alrighty then

When the night is over and the two of you are heading home, he’ll turn to you and smile ‘I think that went very well’ pfftt-

Venti:

Watch out. He is a menace. The second he steps into your childhood home, he’ll want to see every embarrassing photo of you and hear every cute story about you as a kid

Why? For blackmail purposes of course!

He’ll eat anything your parents give him to eat and he’ll tell as many stories/jokes as they want! He’s an entertainer through and through

He keeps a hand on you pretty much all night, either he’s got a hand on your back or your fingers are intertwined. If you hadn’t felt his hand, you never would have known he was nervous at all but now you can feel how sweaty his hand is

Venti’s a performer! But meeting your parents is a scary thing to him, he doesn’t want them to hate him!! Venti has no relatives or family of his own so when he marries you (he sure as hell intends to!) this will be his family too! He can’t mess this up! So while he seems collected on the outside, he’s freaking out inside

‘Baaaaabe! Do you think I overdid it with the jokes??’ ‘Venti, I told you! They thought you were funny!’ ‘Or were they just laughing to make me feel better?’ ‘You’re overthinking this, honey...’

Baizhu:

If your parents are the ‘you better marry a doctor’ type, this man is for you

He’s super polite, he’ll bring a small gift over when he comes for dinner and he’ll totally shower your mom in compliments ‘You look even more lovely in person! I’ve seen countless photos of you as a family, you all look so kind and welcoming’

Baizhu is GREAT at keeping up conversation and being interesting! He’ll talk about medical stuff and the (nonsketchy) business side of owning a pharmacy/being a doctor

Because of his illness, he can’t eat large portions all at once or he’ll get severely nauseous so he’ll look like he’s just pushing food around on his plate... cause is is. Hopefully you’ll brief your parents on that before he comes over! He doesn’t want them to think he’s rude :( though it took a lot of convincing for him to even tell YOU about his illness, he surely won’t explain himself to your parents :/

If your parents and/or siblings need to be checked out for something he’ll happily do it lmao ‘Hey Baizhu? Could you look at this spot on my arm? Is this something bad?’ ‘Dad!! Stop it!’ ‘No worries at all dear, I’m a doctor, it’s my job to look at stuff like this! Here, sir, let me see’ now he’s just showing off a little bit :)

He’ll make a fantastic first impression on them for sure! He won’t even be nervous since he constantly works with people anyway so he isn’t afraid of a little socializing :) however he can come across as cocky sometimes so that’s something to watch out for 0-0

#sorry for mashing everyone into part 2!#I didn’t wanna drag it out for 3 parts lmao :)#also....Idk how I feel about writing for baizhu yet! I really like him!#I just worry that once we see more of him/he becomes playable I’ll find out his personality is the exact opposite!!#oh well :)#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact baizhu #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact venti #genshin impact Childe #Childe x reader #baizhu x reader #diluc x reader #venti x reader #albedo x reader

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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👀 Dabi gives out daddy vibes so does Overhaul i

Dom!Overhaul, Aizawa, and Dabi x f!Reader headcanons (18+)

Highkey yeah? But at the same time I feel like Dabi and Overhaul have different flavors of caregiver Dom. Dabi’s got the classic daddy issues kink, but I think with Overhaul it would be a little more…clinical. You know what, I’m going to throw in Aizawa for good measure.

Warnings: medical/doctor kink, teacher kink, daddy kink, soft & hard dom/sub, overstimulation, orgasm denial, impact play, yandere, this is long af lol

Overhaul—medical kink ♢♢♢

Overhaul is paranoid about getting sick and disgusted by germs, plus he likes doing experiments. Surprise, surprise, he’s got a big fat doctor kink!

You’re the only one who doesn’t give him hives. That makes you special. So naturally he has to do some…examinations to find out why you’re so special

After a little while he starts to think about how cute you look in a hospital gown, on an exam table. So open and ready and willing to listen to whatever he says. You trust him so much

And Overhaul has 0 reservations about taking advantage of that trust

You catch on when he starts doing lewd things as part of his “examination”. Teasing your nipples to “check sensitivity”, telling you to take off the gown so he can inspect you more closely, stroking your pussy and smearing your juices over his latex gloves. He’s not subtle

He tells you about how doctors in the olden days used to treat female hysteria patients with orgasms, then picks you up off the exam table and gives you a live-action demonstration

Something about how clean and pure you are combined with that sanitized lab smell really gets him going

Sex aside, Overhaul really cares about your health. Like really. To a degree that could be called obsessive

Every day, twice a day, he makes you take your vitamins in front of him. Then he’ll make you open your mouth and show him that you swallowed (which usually leads to you swallowing…other things)

Does your blood work every 2 weeks to make sure you’re healthy

If you like going out and drinking/doing drugs/hooking up with people, he’ll put an end to that. No way is he going to risk you coming into contact with possible contaminants, unless they’re him

Overhaul isn’t sure if he wants to keep you clean or make you dirty ♢

Aizawa—teacher kink ☆☆☆

It’s not that literal. You can try to surprise him by coming to bed in a UA uniform thinking it’s going to spice things up, and he’ll just look at you blankly like do you really think I want to fuck one of my students and you’ll feel like an idiot

On the other hand, Aizawa’s a teacher. He can’t help being a teacher. So if there’s anything you aren’t super experienced at, you can bet that you’re going to get some gentle instruction

“Yes…yes, just like that, a little slower, yes, you’re doing so good, move your hips a little more, ahhh…yeah, back and forth a bit…touch yourself…I want to see you cum.”

The first time he tells you to masturbate in front of him, you’re hesitant because you’re embarrassed—only Aizawa thinks it’s because you don’t know how, and who better than him to teach you?

So now you’re in his lap with his hand covering yours, reaching down to tease your sopping wet pussy with his fingers, so much bigger and rougher and thicker than what you’re used to

He’ll narrate what he’s doing while he fingers you, and it’s so embarrassing that you’re glad he can’t see you blushing, not that he can’t feel you getting wetter

If you ease him into the teacher/student roleplay he’ll end up getting really into it

“Teach me how to suck your cock, sir” tends to get good results

Aizawa’s pretty lazy in bed, so you’re usually on top. But if you call him “sensei” while you’re riding him, he’ll get really intense and flip you over and rail you so hard the neighbors will complain

You’re just so eager to learn, and so cute when you ask for instructions—he can’t help teaching you

Aizawa gives out kisses like gold stars ☆

Dabi—daddy kink ♡♡♡

Ah, the classic.

“Call me Daddy. Call me Daddy, or you don’t get to cum. Only good girls get to cum.”

Makes you beg whenever you want something, and not just when you’re in bed

Need help reaching a book on the top shelf? Say please! Say please, Daddy! If you say it, he’ll get your book—but not before he fucks you over the table

You think it’s kinda weird. Daddy? Dabi’s so savage that your hickeys & bruises don’t even have time to heal before he gives you new ones, and he wants you to call him daddy? The guy doesn’t have a caring bone in his body—at least, as far as you know

But there’s a lot you don’t know

Dabi wants to know everything about you. If you’re not immediately and frequently willing to tell him what you’re thinking, he’ll think you’re trying to hide something. It drives him crazy that there are parts of you that don’t belong to him

He wants the two of you to be confidants; he wants to be the only one who really knows you and the only one you trust

Thinks of you as his helpless little girl—you’re so weak and pathetic it’s adorable. But if anything or anyone tries to hurt you, it’s going to be ashes real quick

Needs you to show affection 24/7—if you’re watching a movie you should be sitting in his lap and playing with his hair and if he’s fucking you, you better not close your eyes or look away from him, even for a second

Overstimulates you until you say I love you

Because of all the shit in his past Dabi has a hard time believing you when you tell him your feelings so you should get used to repeating yourself ♡

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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Kiss

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader (no y/n)

Summary: after a mission wolffe asks you to get medical attention and you ask him for a kiss.

Word count: 686 words

Warnings: at this point we all are aware I'm trash for clones calling reader sir in like. a neutral way. also. there's mentions of blood.

a/n: last fic of the day!! i hope u guys enjoyed them and all. thank u @ everyone who celebrated with me. at any point of the past few months. i love you guys so much.

You could see everyone moving around, quickly rushing to somewhere else. The hangar was always full, unless those slow hours when everyone was asleep.

Your shuttle arrived a few minutes before, and you were currently resting on one of the closest supply boxes, your men had begged you to go to the medbay, check your injuries and get some proper rest, but you had told them there were people that needed the attention more, ordering them to help the wounded and leave you to please catch your breath.

That last mission had been harder than usual.

As you played with a little string from your robe, you sensed a presence that made you hold back a smile.

"Not you." You say when he's close enough, eyes still casting down to your dirty nails, fingers feeling the fabric between them.

"Yes me."

Wolffe.

Of course he had been sent to make you change your mind.

"The General asked me to tell you to go to the medbay as soon as possible." You sigh, looking up to find his black visor staring right at you

"I don't need medical assistance, thank you very much." You can feel him roll his eyes at your words.

"Don't be so stubborn." A smirk curls into your lips, yet you don't make any movement, "I can clearly see from here you're injured," he says sternly as his finger runs through the dried blood on the end of your eyebrow.

"Nothing to worry about."

He calls your name in a warning, and you take a breath, quickly looking around to see if anyone was watching you. No one was, so you took your chance.

"Fine," he holds his hand for you to take, but you don't, smiling mischievously and he groans, he isn't getting away with it so easily. "But only if you kiss me right here, hotshot," you pat the skin on your cheekbone before going to place your finger on your lips, "and here."

Him look around, dubious, as his helmet moves slightly when he takes a rapid sweep, assessing, evaluating, not because of the people who might see, but to see if anyone heard.

Your relationship with the Commander was a top file secret, only a few knew about it and Wolffe didn't want any more knowing, afraid on them running their mouth and ending up in court martial and you casted away from the order, but mostly the thought of being separated was what scared him the most.

"Once we get into the medbay." Wolffe promises, but you shake your head.

"Now." Your name falls from his lips again, and you feel giddy, it's not usual for you to challenge the man, much less when you were in disadvantage because if he wanted, he could easily call a medic to get you checked right there. "Then I'm not going anywhere."

Wolffe sighs, defeated, and he must be rolling his eyes again for when he takes off his bucket he wears the most annoyed expression, you smile widely.

He takes a pause, trying to decipher you, wanting to know what's on your mind and wondering if there's anything he could say to make you change your mind.

Inhaling sharply through his nose, Wolffe mumbles something under his breath you can't quite catch before he leans slightly over, aiming for your lips first, which makes you pull back, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes shine with surprise.

"You were actually going to do it!" You accuse in a whisper, a wide grin on your lips.

Saying he looks confused would be an understatement.

You giggle, standing up, grimacing a bit when a sudden pain in your leg bolts all the way to your head, maybe you should go to the medbay.

"C'mon, let's go so you can kiss me, Commander."

Wolffe huffs a laugh, taking his bucket under his arm as the other helps you walk.

"Yes, sir." His tone is teasing, and you give him a radiant grin before kissing his cheek rather sloppily, making him smile softly as his eyes look at your feet walking in sync.

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kpopinesss · 4 years

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[ateez] S A N ➱ baby daddy au

YOU HAVE TO RAISE HIS SON AFTER HE LEAVES. MAFIA SAN.

warnings: teen pregnancy

a/n: sorry ya’ll I accidentally posted this on my main lol - @atinybitofau

• raising a son on your own was hard.

• raising a son whose genes were on par to his notorious father was even harder—

• a hooligan. a mischievous troublemaker.

• an eyesore in morality.

• and yes, your son was just like him.

• cold. ruthless. blood thirsty.

• but unlike San, your son loved you enough never to leave you.

• appreciated the things you did for him enough to stay.

• “Eomma..”

• you turn on your side when your son interrupts your slumber,

• injuries blatant on his tethered arm.

• raising a child who’s now 13 since you were 16 never easy.

• “Where were you, Ari?”

• he sits at the edge of your bed and leans for the warmth only a mother could give. “I was trying to get your medicine.. but I ended up causing a scene and the store owner kicked me out.”

• you sigh letting him lay down beside you. “It’s just a little cold. You don’t need to go and risk your life to save mine.”

• he wants to ask you.

• he’s old enough..

• why hasn’t his father came back to be the one the take care of you?

• to take care of him.

• why do you have to suffer alone?

• “Ari, just do me a favor and take care of yourself the way you do for me.” you cuddle into your sons warmth too. “That’s all I need.”

• but you’re lying.

• you’re getting sicker.

• and he can’t take it anymore.

• he goes to lower than the low to find something to save you, his mother.

• eventually ending up tied up in San’s gang house.

• brutally beat for intervening a drug heist—

• “Alright you little shit,” San holds your son up by the collar, blood running down his face mixed with his tears. “I don’t care that you’re 13 years old. Hell you could’ve been 10 and I’ll still beat the living crap out of you. No one just comes barging into a drug heist for no reason. That’s not just a coincidence.”

• it is.

• it really is.

• and maybe god was just giving him a sign.

• because you were on the verge of dying—

• and his own son being dealt his life and in the hands of his own father,

• yet San still didn’t know what was going on.

• what sign god was trying to give him.

• “I have to admit.” San runs a finger down his son’s chiseled jaw and smirks. “You’ve got a nice face. But in a couple minutes, you might not even be able to recognize it anymore.”

• “I-I-I was just trying to get medicine for my mom! I swear.”

• San really needed to get a clue.

• not all drugs were recreational.

• and some—

• some can actually save lives not just make dirty money.

• “You think I’ll believe that sissy crap?”

• Ari shudders looking to his torn up jeans. “H-her pictures in my wallet. I swear, she’s the only thing I’ll do anything illegal for. I promise I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up. She’d kill me if I got involved. Kill herself if I pushed myself too far.”

• he’s convinced at the desperation in the poor kid’s voice.

• normally not as merciful but he digs through the kid’s pocket for the picture anyway.

• and he should be glad he did because shit—

• the picture of you made him go from 100 to 0 real quick.

• “Y/n?”

• “T-that’s her! That’s my mom.”

• San glances up at the beat up kid, horrified.

• horrified at the sight.

• that he was basically beating to death a walking replica of himself.

• an age far enough that fit the time he left you.

• “You’re telling me my high school sweetheart..” San’s bloody fingers curl around your picture. “The woman you’ve been trying to steal medication for is your mom? The woman in this picture.”

• he’s at first in denial.

• that the kid he almost beat to death was your son.

• but denial hits him even harder the chances he could also be the father.

• “M-my mom is everything to me.” Ari bawls his last tears out begging for his own father to spare his life. or anything to save yours. “She’s only got me. I’ve only got her. S-sir please. At least save her. If you wanna kill me sir, please save my mom first.”

• his jaw clenches,

• still knealt down on one knee propped in front of his pleading son.

• studying every feature of his face.

• how on par everything was to his own.

• San was beating up his son, he realized.

• holy shit he was about to kill his own son.

• “Why didn’t she tell me?”

• “W-what?” his son chokes. “What do you mean?”

• “Fucking hell— kid, I think I’m your dad.”

• the five days that your son was held captive was long enough for your body to grow cold and weaker.

• laying in a hospital bed nearly blacked out.

• your son cries over your body as you sleep.

• hoping he’s not too late.

• not too late to give you the one thing that might be able to keep you alive.

• a husband?

• finally a father to your child.

• “You’re the husband?” the doctor finds San watching from the doorway awkwardly glancing at the black dressed men who towered behind him. “You’ve got quite the entourage there, sir. But not even an army of soldiers would be able to save your wife right now. She’s hanging on a thin line. Barely holding on. That woman needs a miracle if she wants to live the next good years of her life.”

• San watches as his son that he never knew about cries over you.

• wishes you would’ve told him..

• he would’ve stayed.

• would’ve loved you.

• why were you always so selfish? always wanting to do things that pushed you too far even if there were another option available.

• “Eomma.”

• you hear everything.

• your son.

• San.

• “Ma, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get the medicine. I got into trouble again, ma. I’m sorry.” Ari folds his hand over your limp one’s. “B-but I have something even better. Someone who could help you and me. He can take care of us, ma.”

• it hurts.

• you want to wake up for your son because he deserves the world.

• he deserves a fight for the both of you but the option you chose came short.

• in the past, the option of never telling San in the first place of his own son.

• “Ma.. he’s gonna talk to you okay? I’m gonna let him talk to you.” Ari sniffles and suddenly your hand gets replaced with a different warmth. “He’s gonna tell you it’s gonna be okay. I love you, eomma. I love you. We’re gonna be okay.”

• it’s almost enough.

• your heart beats a little faster.

• burns a little more so you could breathe on your own.

• it’s definitely working.

• “You shoulda told me, bubba.”

• the nickname San had given you years ago,

• a nickname you thought you’d never hear again, rings in your ear and that light so far away,

• it gets further.

• “You shoulda told me about him. About you.” he lifts your hand against his trembling lips. “13 years? 13 years after I tell you to take care of yourself and now you’re almost dying. Come on now. My girl was a fighter. Pushed herself harder than she wanted to.”

• his voice is like a mantra—

• a dream that gives you a little bit more of life you we’re starting to lose.

• “Bubba, you were the love of my life. And I didn’t tell you enough how much I appreciated you. I know it may be too late and if god forbid I do lose you, I will make sure our baby stays safe okay?”

• you think if you were awake right now you’d be crying.

• as if a weight lifted off your shoulders.

• cause the one person who could save you right now—you and your son,

• was right here.

• ready to go merciless to keep you two safe.

• “I left loving you. And I’ll come back loving you. 13 years only kept us apart. But let me tell you, y/n, it never stopped me from loving you.”

• he’s unsure when he lets go of your hand.

• usually gets what he wants with one word—

• cause he’s a notorious mobster.

• but let’s just say you were the one thing he wanted he could’ve never gotten even with two words.

• 3?

• “I love you.” he continues. “And if I’m gonna have to love our son the way I should’ve loved you then so be it.”

• but life’s not like movies where you wake up right during a miracle.

• this miracle takes time.

• and after an EXPENSIVE deal of money and medicine to keep you alive,

• a year it takes for you to finally open your eyes.

• to a nice hospital bed room.

• filled with flowers and the reminiscent scent of old spice and San.

• your hair’s a bit longer.

• the sun’s definitely brighter.

• but not as bright as the smile you see once you turn to the side.

• “Good morning beautiful.” San reaches his forehead against yours. “How were your dreams?”

• you choke on a decent reply. “S-San?”

• “The one and only.”

• “Where’s— Where’s Ari? Where’s my—“

• “Our?” San chuckles softly. “You mean our son.”

• you kind of remember.

• it takes a while to remember the voices and the dreams in your head.

• how waking up to find them real was surreal on its own.

• “He’s at school, bubba.” San cradles your face in the palm of his hand staring at you like he was hypnotized. “I’ll have someone pick him up. Tell him mommy’s awake.”

• “San..” you shake your head in his hand. “How is this real?”

• “Our son might be a miracle worker. Brought us together the way we made him. Brought me so I could keep you alive.”

• cheesy as you remember.

• although this handsome and older version of your old flame you aren’t too sure.

• “So you just show up while I’m in a coma and play daddy while I sleep?” you hoarsely chuckle while he smiles against your lips. “Even after 13 years, you won’t grudge against me for not telling you?”

• “I can’t blame you for trying to save yourselves.” he admits with his lips still on yours. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I know still I’m not. But I’m gonna try this time. Even if I have to pretend I’m not who I am sometimes.”

• you two are interrupted by a crying teenager.

• one you remembered resembled San.

• but now them standing right next to each other,

• looking like two carbon copies and a surreal dream in your head.

• maybe you are dead...

• “Ma!” he shoves his father away abruptly. “Look ma! I brought dad! He helped pay your debt, pays for my school. Even finished the hospital bills.”

• you glare at your always boisterous ex boyfriend and long lost father to your son.

• “You did what?”

• “Did I mention this was my way of getting back at you for not telling me about my 14 year old son?”

• “San how the hell am I gonna pay you back?”

• you just woke up.

• and the doctor runs in ready to sedate to keep you stable for at least more than 24 hours.

• but the way San looks at you is enough.

• him being there like your life long medication itself.

• holding your hand while your son holds your other one proposing,

• “Marry me. And we can call it even.”

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mia-zer0 · 2 years

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OOC Intro~

Hello hello lovelies! I'm so excited this is all finally open!! 😊 I'm Ali (she/her) and this is my boy Zer0! :) While I'm kinda new to this kind of roleplay, I've got a lot of experience writing and play a lot of d&d (where zero got his start!)

I may take a little time to reply as I'm a socially anxious little beaver, but know I'm on it and have most likely seen any messages sent my way that day. If you ever wanna get in contact with me, shoot me a dm or find me on my contact page. I encourage you to read it as it’s got the blog disclaimer ＼(●~▽~●)

Speaking of pages, I've got the blog pretty much fully organized. You can find zero's backstory here as well as his entry medical report that gives some insight into his character as well. I'll also have some art up in the future. :)

As for the tldr; Zer0 is brand spanking new to the agency. He was taken in by Sol from the west ward and stayed in the medical unit for a week before emerging as a new agent. Personality-wise, he's standoffish and seems to just want to be left alone. He’s very ‘yes sir, no ma’am’ to his superiors.

Plots, a doodle, and general rp info under the cut! 👀

Plots ideas:

The new guy

Well, someone has to show him around. Lucky you. (0/1)

A good night's rest

Want the new kid as your roommate? Or did you not? Any idea how much living your whole life in a war zone fucks with your ability to sleep or be a decent roomie? The new kid is up all the time, jolting awake at the slightest noises. He's even woken you up with screaming from night terrors. You'd feel sorry for the guy if he wasn't so standoffish and a dick about it. Not to mention he smokes in the room! It's like he was raised by wolves or something. What do you do? (0/1 or 2 depending on room chosen)

Take a punch

"I only have to hit you once, dex nerd." The new agent is a showoff in training due to his enhanced agility. Teach him a lesson and maybe he'll listen up during strength and durability training. (1/1)

Dude, you okay?

You saw the new guy, pale as a sheet, get brought into the building a week ago by Sol in really bad shape. He's only just emerged and seems to be actively against socializing (and still pale af?). He's kinda weird in the cafeteria, too. Like, he sits by himself and looks confused, like he doesn't know what to do with a plate of food. Is this dude lost? (0/1)

A teensy bit of a grudge

Zero really hates demons since, like, one killed his dad a few weeks ago. Can you relate? Or maybe you just want to pick an easy fight. (1/2)

The better shot

A little friendly competition doesn't hurt, and the new guy is good with a rifle. But is this kid better with guns than you? (0/1)

(Open to medics) Introductions

Zer0 stayed in the medical wing his first week in MEIA due to nearly starving out in the West Ward. He has to stay there as he doesnt have clearance for anything, (not an agent yet) and hes sooooo bored. Did you meet each other there? What did you talk about? (0/2)

One thing I've liked to do in the past is post open rps. I'm not sure if that's normally done in this community, but anything I tag with "#open rp zer0" is open for anyone in the group to reply to. These are mostly just little character moments like running into someone in the hall or cafeteria, rather than large roleplays. Just a fun way to meet everyone! 😊

#ooc zer0 #miaintro #ooc going offline #(∪ ◡ ∪)

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Just Right

Character: Chronostasis x short reader

*In this story the reader is about 5′0, Chrono is in the 5′9-6′0 range*

*DISCLAIMER, I will do my absolute best to portray a short reader but I can only be so accurate...since I myself am 5′9..BUT I love the idea and will do my best! Thank you to @goblinchild99 for requesting! I hope you enjoy it!!<3

TW- Mean words from dad, reader self doubts, mentions of insecurities

“Wait…what..?” Your heart shattered as you sat in front of your stone-faced parents. Your family was head of one of the many Yakuza of Japan, and your father was a cold and ruthless man not like your mother was much better. “You will be given to the Shie Hassaikai. What they do with you is none of my concern, but for our sake and for your own, behave. I know you are not wanted because of your…stature…but do not be a bother. I don’t want you being sent back h ere, I cannot imagine the shame you would bring to our name if you upset the new young leader.”

You held back tears at your father’s decree. ‘Given…? Is that all I’m good for… To be given as a peace treaty when one of my brothers makes a mistake… Why do I have to pay the price for their actions…why am I just being used as compensation?’ Quickly wiping the tear that fell you stood up and left the room, going to your room to pack since you’d be leaving that evening. You sat down on your bed, sobs racking your body as you clutched your small frame. Your whole life you had been treated as an outcast, as the disappointment of the family. All because…because what? Because you were shorter than most? Because you were more ‘petite’? Just because you were small it didn’t make you any less important…any less deserving of love and affection. Instead you were being bargained off for ‘peace’. The sadness you felt was replaced by frustration. You angrily took out a suitcase and filled it with clothes, precious items, and whatever toiletries you knew you’d need. Without saying a word you rolled your suitcase out of your room, where an underling of some sort took it from your, and made your way to your parents. “Goodbye mom…dad…I wish you both the best.” You hugged your mom while your dad gave you a nod. “Make us proud, Y/n.” You held back your tears at your dad’s heartless reply and instead chose to nod, walking out the door and never looking back. After a good 2 ½ hour drive you made it to your new home, the Shie Hassaikai Headquarters. Where you would spend the rest of your life…Now anyone in your position would probably assume the worst..especially being a small female. But you were more afraid of being killed than…that. I mean, Overhaul was a major germaphobe so that stilled some worries you supposed…The car stopped and you shook yourself from your daydreams. Unbuckling your seat belt you exited the car, thanked the driver and made your way to the front gate. There to greet you was a man, who was much taller than you, wearing a white raincoat that reached just below his knees with black shiny boots. But the things that stood out to you the most was the hood he had covering his head, and the mask that covered his face. “Y/n L/n?” You looked up to the man, meekly nodding. He waved over one of the other masked associates, this time a man with a black mask, coat and hat to get your bag. The man in the white coat turned towards you. You couldn’t see his eyes but you could feel them burning holes through you. “Follow me, Overhaul would like to meet you.” You nodded, “But, put this on first…and don’t touch him, I imagine you wouldn’t like to die on your first day here.” You stilled as you shakily took the white medical mask and put it on, clasping your shaking hands together as you followed behind the strangely dressed man. “You don’t talk much…do you?” You looked up as you walked through the dim hallways of the Shie Hassaikai basement. “No…not to strangers, anyway…” You tried your best to sound normal, but you couldn’t deny you were scared. And rightfully so! “Yeah, well that might actually do you well here, you’re less likely to tick him off then.” You made a sound to let him know you understood, still not feeling well enough to answer him with a real response just yet. The two of you stopped at a door. Being raised in a Yakuza family you were no stranger to scary encounters, but this would be the scariest you’ve ever faced by far. Let alone faced by yourself. The man, who you had to have learned his name knocked on the door, answering that ‘L/n was there’ before the boss man told him (and you) to enter. Entering the office you were ushered over to the couch to sit down. So now here you were sitting directly across from a man that could kill you with a single touch. “L/n, I’m sure you know who I am, yes?” You nodded your head, looking down with your hands crossed in your lap. Overhaul may not have been the biggest guy, but he was still easily almost a foot taller than you…not to mention he had a fairly big build. “I won’t lie to you, I wasn’t fond of your fathers implications of why he was sending you here, but I assure you I have no intentions of following through with his original plans.” Your head shot up at this. “You may be small in stature, and it’s true that could be a weakness, but you also have a strong quirk. I’m offering you a place here, amongst me and the precepts…not everyone gets that opportunity. Should you choose to take it you will be taken care of, and your abilities will be praised.” You felt like you could cry, not from fear, but from being…wanted. “So? Will you join the Hassaikai, not as whatever it was your father wanted, but as apart of it?” Your face took on a determined look, “…I’ll do it. I know I’m not the strongest, and I’m not very strong, but I promise to do my best. Thank you..” Overhaul’s expression changed to a happy one. “Wonderful, I am aware of your inability to fight or defend yourself, so I’m putting you directly under Chronostasis,” He motioned for the said man to step forward. “Chrono, become acquainted with her, show her the ropes, teach her to fight, and utilize her natural abilities. Consider her your…assistant for now. Understood?” Chronostasis as you had learned his name was nodded, “Yes sir, come on L/n, I’ll show you around the base.” You nodded, standing up you bowed, “Thank you for this opportunity, I’ll do my best.” Overhaul nodded, walking passed you to his desk. “The pleasure is mine. You both are dismissed.” With that the two of you left the room and started navigating the hallways. “I’ll show you around first before getting started on what you’ll be doing here if that’s okay with you.” You nodded, “That’s fine.” You started walking, while you were talking he showed you the different rooms, which ones to avoid and which ones you’d be spending a lot of time in. “This is my office, which will be yours now too I guess.” He opened the door and stepped in. You didn’t follow. “…I’m sorry…” He turned around, “For what?” You nervously looked down, hands wringing together. “For being a burden…” He sighed, lightly guiding you into the room. “Listen, you’re not a burden, in all seriousness I could use the help, Overhaul gives me too much as it is anyways. And…I have a pretty good idea of how you were treated at your family’s Yakuza, and it kinda ticks me off. So I assure you, you’re not a bother.” You smiled at him, “Thank you…” “Yup.” He shut the door and sat down at his desk, motioning for you to do the same at the couch in the room. Without warning, he removed the mask he had on, the hood falling to his shoulders as he did so. “You can go ahead and take the mask off, I don’t wear mine when I’m not around Overhaul and he doesn’t care as long as you’re not interacting with him.” You sheepishly nodded, desperately trying to hide how flustered you were, because he was attractive. Not just the ‘oh yeah, he's good looking’ kind, more like the ‘Oh my gosh, I think I JUST DIED ‘ kind. He had the perfect proportions of traditional attractiveness and uniqueness to make him that much more appealing to you. He had sharp narrow dark gray-blue eyes, a jawline that could draw blood and a general intensity about him that made your heart stop beating. Remembering you were probably staring you quickly looked away. But something else about him caught your eye…his hair. It was a white silvery color, and medium in length, but as you examined him further you noticed the ends of his hair ended in arrow shapes. “Is that part of your quirk?” His dark eyes met yours, he figured you’d ask, most anyone who had ever seen him asked sooner or later. But when he looked at you, you weren’t looking at him like he was a freak. Your eyes held an innocent and honest curiosity. With no malice to be seen. “I’m sorry if that came off as weird or rude!! It’s just…I’ve never seen anything like it…” He nodded, “It’s fine, I kinda figured you would. My quirk is called Chronostasis. I can extend these clock needle things to pierce someone, but I need to be extremely still. If I do pierce someone I can slow them down, but the length depends on which hand I struck them with. If I use the minute,” He pointed to one of the ‘clock needles’ on the end of his hair, “They’re slowed for a minute, same thing if I use the hour.” He looked at you, noticing your expression. “I know it’s weird but-“ “I don’t think it’s weird.” He looked at you in shock, “You don’t? You can be honest, it’s pretty weird.” You shook your head, that honest and sincere glint never leaving your e/c eyes. “I think they’re really cool…beautiful…even..” In his 22 years of life, no one had ever told him his quirk was cool, let alone beautiful. If words could kill, Chronostasis would probably be dead. The red tint on his cheeks giving aware his flusteredness. “A-Uh..Thanks…What’s your quirk anyway?” “It’s called Seamless…Um basically I can sew without using needles, controlling the threads and what not…but it only works on sewing things, I can’t use it on people or anything..” You looked up, expecting him to be bored only to see interest gleaming in his eyes. “Sounds cool to me, useful too.” Never in your life had you felt so secure, safe, appreciated…it felt good. It felt good to know there were people out there who wanted you, even if it was just for work it still felt nice. Fast forward a bit, you’ve been with the Hassaikai for a year now. You had cemented your place here, and you felt great. You didn’t use your quirk too much, but you did save them a lot of money on clothes. You had also become a lot closer to Chrono, or Kurono Hari as you had learned his name was, and called him in private. You talked a lot, ranting to each other about your problems, spending time together even if it was just doing your own things in silent. It was safe to say the two of you had become good friends, but more than that you had developed feelings for the man. That was why you were on your current mission, making your way to Overhaul’s office. You knocked, and after hearing a ‘come in’ entered. He was sitting at his desk, fiddling with papers and what not. “Ah, L/n, what can I help you with?” You walked to stand in front of his desk, nervously messing with your fingers and fidgeting. “…I came to ask you something…” Overhaul sighed as he set his pen down, leaning to place his chin in his hand, which was propped up on his desk. “Oh? What is it? I take it everything is going fine?” Over the past year besides getting close to Chronostasis, you had also gotten close to Overhaul. Although you noticed he acted very protective of you, like an older brother. You had asked him about it a few months ago, he had simply told you he had met with your father a few years ago when he accompanied a business meeting with Pops. He had seen how you were treated and it made him sick especially because of how much potential you showed. In his own special way, you knew he cared somewhat about you. You nodded your head. “Everything’s fine, great, actually…I need to talk to you about something else…someone else….”. His eyebrow raised in interest, he pretended to act surprised but he had an inkling of why you were really here. “I want your permission to…to…” You opened your mouth to speak but ultimately chose to close it, not really knowing how to go forward. He sighed again, leaning back in his chair while his hands clasped together, resting by his mouth. “Let me guess…you’d like my permission to pursue a relationship with Chronostasis? Am I correct?” You felt heat raise to your face as you stiffened. ‘How did he…?’ “I may seclude myself to this office and limit my interactions with people to a minimum, but I’m not blind. I am well aware of he feelings the both of you have for each other.” You gulped, here it comes…”I don’t care, just don’t let it get in the way of your work. But if it ends the pitiful gazes and flirting between the two of you, by all means, get married for all I care.” Your eyes widened as your brain proceeded to implode. “A-are you sure?! You really don’t mind?!” He looked at you in disbelief before shrugging. “Nope, just don’t do any of that lovey-dovey stuff around me, affection like that makes me nauseas.” You nodded, “I promise.” He nodded and got up, walking you to the door. “…I’m trusting you won’t tell him what I’m about to say but, take care of him…He’s stupidly in love with you, so I know he’ll take care of you, but please be good to him…” You smiled, nodding your head. “I will…wait, did you say he’s in lo-“ “Time for you to go, goodbye L/n.” Before you could refute, he pushed you out of the room, shut the door and locked it. Sighing, you made you way to your and Chrono’s office, finally ready to tell the man of your dreams your feelings. To most you may be considered ‘short’ or ‘small’, and to some they might even think of you as ‘inadequate’ or ‘lesser’ than them. At one point you probably thought Chrono felt that way. (but as you were soon about to find out)But to Chrono? You were just right, just...perfect.

#chronostasis x reader #chrono x reader #chrono #chronostasis #bnha x reader #BNHA #bnha fanfiction #bnha villains #shie hassaikai #y/n #angst #requests

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emachinescat · 3 years

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II've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.

My Thoughts on S1E3, "Awl"

You're not only going to make it to 30, Mac, but you're going to make it to season 6. #savemacgyver

I love that Jack's bucket list includes finishing the Harry Potter books. Guess he's not a one-trick pony after all with sci-fi. A healthy blend of science fiction and fantasy is just what the doctor ordered.

Dylan Thomas reference! That poem was written about the poet's own father, and is about how everyone, no matter who they are or what they stand for, fights against death in the end. He's begging his dad to "rage, rage against the dying of the light," to not give in to death so easily, to keep fighting. Just taught this poem, actually, so I'm vibing with this reference super hard. Though to be fair, I'd be vibing with it anyway. Love Dylan Thomas.

Oh my gosh, this is the one with the fire extinguisher and inflatable escape! I'd forgotten which episode that came from, but I see GIFs of it all over Tumblr. Poor Mac especially, that looks like it hurts. Why is Lucas Till so good at being whumped?!

Jack hugging the fire extinguisher: Iconic.

I'll never get tired of seeing that polar bear! Do we know if he has a name?

I cannot get over how small and excited Bozer is, not a care in the world except for his movie. It's exciting to think about what's to come for his character growth, though I do wish he wouldn't have to go through all the things he does. :(

Jack's conversations with his dad at the grave are just everything. And I feel cheated that we haven't gotten to see Mac have the same kind of conversations at Jack's grave (though I firmly believe it's a regular occurrence off-screen).

Seriously, the way he talks to his dad is so familiar, so comfortable, so natural. It's like Daddy Dalton is right there with him and it fills me with so many emotions that I can't even.

The smile on Jack's face and the pride in his voice when he talks about Mac to his dad is the purest thing ever.

Also, that's a big-ass tombstone Jack is leaning against.

"Hi, Mr. Dalton. How's... life?" MAC! 😂

I can't tell you how much I love it when other characters talk about how smart Mac is. "He's a genius..."

First mention of Mac's dad. It's sweet how invested Jack is in Mac rebuilding his relationship with his old man. Also, I really wish we would have gotten a flashback of Jack's dad at some point. He seems like such an amazing man.

"If I could have one more day to sit and talk to my dad instead of that hunk of rock, I'd do anything." Jaaaaaaack 😭😭😭

Good old Ralph Kastrati. Single-handedly the most annoying character in all of cable television. Y'all have no idea what you're getting into with this one, dream team.

PUNCHFACE.

"My mom dated a guy like that once." Ouch. I'm about to start a Riley Zinger Counter for each episode. Her comebacks are 🔥

It's not just his face, Jack. Everything about this dude is punchable. Especially the way he says "yo."

Ewwww tightie whities no thanks imma head hom now byyye

Mac just snatched that can right out of Jack's hand as he was about to take a drink. Classic.

If I didn't hate Ralph before (spoiler: I did), then I extra hate him for the foie gras comment.

Yes, Jack, "asshat" is the perfect descriptor for this guy.

Is Mac seriously about to just make him some noise-canceling headphones? Who am I kidding? Of course he is.

I need more of Mac punching people in the face. For science.

Poor Jack didn't get to punch the punch face.

🎵 Snipers gonna snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe 🎵

Between the foie gras and the calfskin, they are really making this guy so easy to hate just sayin'.

"As soon as you're done saving his life, I'm gonna kill him, you hear that, smart-ass? I'm already dressed for the funeral." 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"He's g-good. He just... got kinda shot." Is that the medical terminology, Mac?

Jack using country music as a form of torture 🤣

"You're going to be seeing Yelp stars if you don't shut up!"

Have I mentioned how much I love the music in this show?

"I don't wanna die listening to country music!"

I love how bossy and grabby Mac gets when he improvises.

Another belt grab! I can’t get over Jack trying to keep his crazy partner from falling out of the window – it gives me life!

Actually makes me wonder if he does it because Mac’s taken a tumble out of a car window before. *fanfic brain engaged*

“You know how I feel about your puns.” C’mon, Mac, pus are the greatest forms of humor, bar-pun. (Geddit?)

Mc made a C in biology? I’m not buying it.

Dwwwwwww the sounds of the surgery. No thanks.

Though I will say this is one of the coolest (albeit grossest) things Mac’s ever done on this show.

What the heck is with that elevator door? It took a whole 10 years to close! I wouldn’t trust it. (To be fair, I don’t trust any elevator, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Sir Bleeds-a-Lot lol

Riley stepping in and taking charge once again. No idea how these two functioned before she came along.

Some seriously cool MacGyverisms in this episode. The whole process of “killing” Ralph and bringing him back with office supplies is so OG MacGyver and it gives me all the warm fuzzies.

Ralph: “You’re not a scientist, you’re not a doctor. So how the hell do you know all this stuff?” Mac: “...I read a lot of books?” I love Mac so much.

“Now go die.” Lolololol

The moment with Ralph wanting to call his mom and grow the hell up is surprisingly genuine and heartbreaking. Character development for a character in only one episode, hello, is that you?

“He’s dead, but he’ll get better.” MacGyver, 2016

Riley’s comeback about Jack’s plan to take out six guys if Mac takes out two is another winner. (Riley: 2, Jack: 0) Still, I love the whole, “Sure it does [count as a plan]. First, I’ll take two. Then, I’ll take the other four.” This is why Mac is the plan guy, not Jack.

“Or I can take them all out.” Mac’s confidence = 🔥

I might need to start a Mac sass counter too. Jack: “You seriously want me to put this on my face?” Mac: “Only if you like breathing.”

Jack’s left fist getting jealous 🤣

They really liked choking Mac in the early episodes, didn’t they? Not that I’m complaining. Actually, why did that stop? That strangled, panicked cry of “JACK?!” is music to my fanfic writing, hurt/comfort obsessed, whump-loving soul.

That cough - it actually hurts me to hear it! They should have given us some more repercussions or aftercare for Mac breathing in that gas!

Ralph fell asleep. Of course.

“You know, it’s weird. I’m glad he’s alive… but I still want to kill him. 🤣 I’m with Jack on this one!

Ralph: “A fresh start. I could use one of those right?” Riley: “Or a whole new personality.” ZZZING!!! Riley: 1 million, the world: -10

Oh he did not just call Riley “little hottie.” I’m back to wanting to kill him, character development be darned. So diminutive, dehumanizing, and objectifying. This guy has more than won the douchebag lottery. Riley can more than stick up for herself, but still. The way he speaks to her here makes me feel all kinds of gross.

He just said “ya heard” unironically. Can we let Jack punch him now, please?

Jack offering to let Ralph keep the cash he lifted if he gets to punch him is great, but even better is Mac and Riley offering to chip in money for The Cause.

Oh, yeah, Bozer was in this episode. I’m excited for when he is utilized more!

Bozer’s monster Mac is nightmare fuel!

“A letter? That you put in the mail? It’s 2016.” Hey, as someone who has an actual, old-school type pen pal, step off, Jack.

Mac: “You just gonna watch?” Jack, offended: “Not anymore.” How is it Jack is like Mac’s dad but they also bicker like 5-year-olds? This relationship is so strange, so wonderful, and the heart of the show in so many ways. I love them.

Mac’s words of wisdom about the nature of life are actually super encouraging and exactly what I needed to hear today.

I’d forgotten how much I love this episode – t’s so fun! Although the Codex storyline in season 4 is probably my favorite plot-wise, coming back to these early episodes is like a breath of fresh air! Excellent, excellent episode with so much to offer!

What are your thoughts on "Awl?" I'd love to discuss! :)

#macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver rewatch #my thoughts #episode review #save macgyver #we can still save our show #emcatreviews #spoilers #s1e3 #awl

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notsuchacleverboyq · 3 years

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00Q Prompt

James' Lover (part two)

In which MI6 payed Lucy a visit and now Q helps James dealing with the aftermath of what happened.

Part one here.

The delight in Q's expression was sharp and bright as he observed a pair of MI6 agents leading a black-haired woman through the building.

Her dark eyes were wide as she scrutinized the surroundings with confusion and pure fear, her steps short and unsure.

- It's lovely to have you here, miss Roberts - Q said as Lucy was forced to walk through the corridor in which he was standing.

The woman's eyes immediately snapped on the quartermaster's figure, staring at him with the expression of someone who would have clearly wished to be anywhere else.

- I wish you a fine stay - Q told her with a bright and warm smile as she walked by, satisfaction growing through his veins as a resulting of her look.

Watching as the two agents escorted Lucy in a room, Q heard some quick and rushed steps behind himself, turning around to notice M approaching him.

- Sir - the quartermaster greeted him, with rigid posture.

- Q, I need you to convince Bond to accept medical assistance - M ordered and the quartermaster sighed silently.

Bond was known for a lot of things. One of those was his habit to avoid medical like plague.

- Why me, sir? - Q questioned.

- Because he listens to you - M answered.

Obvious, Q thought: there were very few people Bond was prone to pay attention to, without snubbing them. Q was one of those elects.

- Yes, sir - the quartermaster responded, accepting the order.

M immediately walked over, exceeding Q in order to follow the ilk rout of Lucy and the two agents.

When M stopped in front of a door, the quartermaster recalled Bond's fear of others finding out about what had happened, understanding how the agent's fright immediately went to his reputation as a double-0.

- Sir? - Q called and M immediately froze, looking at the man with a questioning expression.

- I have a request - the quartermaster immediately referred him, the sharp and professional tone standing out in his voice.

M turned towards Q, nodding slowly.

- Go ahead - Mallory demanded.

- Keep this a secret: 007 appeared to be...disturbed by the chance of others knowing - Q explained.

M seemed to take a second to well comprehend the request, grumbling in response as he headed for the room again.

- Request accepted, Q. Now go - Mallory eventually replied.

- Thank you, sir - Q immediately said, showing a shallow smile, before M finally disappeared in a room.

Now he needed to convince Bond to follow him in the medical.

The best was probably to just get stubborn over it and insist until James would have surrendered; but Q had never dealed with Bond in such a distress.

He was still struggling to find the right method when he got in front of the lab, in which the agent was still peacefully sleeping on the green sofa, in the corner of the room.

Q smiled softly, walking with light steps to not startle Bond.

- Bond? - Q called, gently shaking James' shoulder to try and wake him up.

The agent immediatly flinched at the touch, sitting up with an impulse, and grabbed Q's wrist with a firm and strong grip. The quartermaster winced at Bond's rapid movement and froze right where he was.

The fear in James' eyes faded after a few seconds and he released the quartermaster's arm.

- Sorry - Bond mumbled.

Q, who was rubbing the skin of his wrist to erase the tingling pain, just waved it off.

- They payed miss Roberts a visit: she's currently under interrogation - the quartermaster explained him.

- Thank you - Bond muttered, looking anywhere but in Q's direction.

The quartermaster hummed in response, not speaking for a few seconds.

- You need medical, thought - Q suddenly said, making it sound like a demand.

As the quartermaster had expected, Bond groaned in response, showing his clear disapproval.

- M's order - Q added, not letting the agent any chance to complain about it.

With an heavy puff and right after getting himself up from the sofa, Bond seemed to surrender and faced Q with a cold stare of his.

- Make it quick - the agent snapped.

- It's not me you need to be harsh to, James - Q grumbled, still referringto Bond with his name to keep his words more friendly.

With no more words, they both headed to the medical and Q was rather surprised by how docile Bond had become all of a sudden: not a single dis, no grumbling, no resistance of any kind; the agent simply followed the quartermaster like an obedient dog.

It was almost creepy to witness.

However, it lasted until they were in front of the medical.

- Please, stay - Bond muttered and Q had to look at him to make sure he hadn't imagined those words.

The agent sounded tentative, clearly afraid of something that the quartermaster found himself unable to acknowledge. Still, he wasn't going to deny him his presence, since the fear in Bond's eyes appeared more than real.

- Of course - Q quickly replied with a quick nod.

Immediately, Bond's eyes turned less cold, as if he was yielding part of the concern to the quartermaster. Q received that, unconsciously, as he felt oddly protective of the agent in a way he had never been, such as Bond had never looked so vulnerable since he could remember.

Expecting to be followed, the quartermaster entered the medical, smiling politely to the doctor.

- Hey, Jim - Q said, in order to gain the man's attention.

The bald man, clothed in a white coat, turned around and gave back the smile.

- Another incident in the lab? - Jim questioned and Q shook his head.

- No, it's not me - the quartermaster explained, moving to the side to let Bond step closer.

The agent moved closer with slow steps and the doctor frowned at him.

- What happened this time? - Jim asked.

- It's rather private, I'm afraid - Q quickly answered and could hear James sighing in relief.

The doctor nodded, waving at James to sit down on the cot.

- M just required a quick check - Q added, staying still as Bond sat down reluctantly.

As Jim attempted to unbutton his coat, the agent flinched away, causing Jim to take a step back and Q to stiff.

- Do it yourself, then - the doctor demanded, his voice calm.

Nobody spoke as Bond undressed himself, until he was sitting with bare chest.

From where he was standing, Q could notice several more red lines running over the agent's rigid muscles, pretty similar to the ones on his face. The quartermaster walked around Bond with lips parted in preoccupation, his eyes searching over the bruised and reddened skin.

- Why didn't you tell me? - Q questioned, stopping in front of Bond.

- Take a guess - the agent replied, looking down.

He had been scared, Q thought. It was rather obvious, but still left the quartermaster's mouth bitter to know such.

- Don't worry: this is the less harmful thing whereby he's ever ended up in medical - Jim informed him and James seemed to puff silently.

Q was close to disagree, being really far from believing it was as harmless as it looked.

- They won't even leave a scar - Jim continued.

The agent and the quartermaster stayed quiet, letting the doctor to disinfect the cuts. Bond gave some light wincing every now and then but, for the rest, he seemed completely lost in his thoughts. Q didn't even need to wonder what he was thinking about.

- You can dress up - Jim informed the agent, moving to put a away a bottle of disinfectant.

Q gave him a quick smile, turning around to let Bond dress up.

What was going to happen now? Was James going to solve everything as he always did, refusing any kind of help? Was Lucy going to really pay for it?

Some steps in the corridor distracted Q from his thoughts and then Tanner entered the room.

- Bond? - the man called and Bond immediately raised his gaze.

There must have been some news from the interrogation, Q thought.

- She insist on saying she's your girlfriend - Tanner started and Bond got up with a grumble.

- Ex girlfriend - the agent specified.

- Since when? -

- Now -

Despite he didn't say a word, Q was rather surprised and relieved by Bond's sudden decision.

- I'll inform her - Tanner said, nodding slowly.

Q, in a different situation, would have probably laughed at that, but he just limited himself to stay quiet and step closer to Bond.

- Is that anything? - the agent asked.

No, there was more, the quartermaster noticed when Tanner didn't answer immediately.

- Regardless of what we'll get out of her during the interrogation, she's not going to come out of this without repercussions - the man told them.

Finally allowing himself a shallow smile, Q felt more serene, not having to worry about Lucy anymore.

#007 #00q #james bond #ship #q james bond #writing inspiration #00q fanfiction #00q fic #bill tanner #mi6 #gareth mallory

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