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@vivalavillain (Loki), from here.
She'd spent most of the evening acting as chaperone, of sorts, to two of her younger sisters - the twins, Hnoss and Gersemi, whom their mother had permitted to spend the holiday in Asgard only if Sigyn agreed to keep an eye on them while they were there. One of the few things she constantly found herself missing about Vanaheim was her sisters, so it was hardly a difficult thing for her to acquiesce to.
The Vanir court was different to the Asgardian one in a multitude of ways, but the girls had adapted well enough that by the time midnight was almost upon them, Sigyn had temporarily left them unattended while she went to replenish her drink. It was then that Loki crossed her path, his eyes alight with mirth in a way which more than confirmed that he was up to something.
"Starting the year as you mean to go on, I see." Sigyn observed as the bells began to ring, her own smile quickly becoming laughter as he drew her close with a flourish - and despite the fact that she also heard Sif's angry shout, she was still smiling when she returned the kiss.
"Happy New Year, Loki. Do try not to let her catch you - it would be a shame for that to be the way the evening ends."
#vivalavillain#& vivalavillain.#ic.#& loki friggason. * vivalavillain#v. shining in your light. ( pre canon )#& loki friggason 002. * vivalavillain#queue.#finally responding to this in june đ#this is simultaneously amusing and sweet
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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks sheâs too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her đ„” please work your magic and elaborate however you want
A Flame in Your Heart
Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)
CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy yâall, youâve been warned. đ unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader
AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! â€ïž
Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways youâd never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, youâd never felt so alone. You werenât sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasnât until youâd passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didnât take kindly to people like you. âVaultiesâ she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. âIâll be going then, have a nice day!â You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you werenât sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.
âI ainât no charity case sweetheart, I donât take on straysâ The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. âThe dog there with you tells me otherwiseâ you quipped. âAinât my dogâ he responded harshly as he continued walking. âI can make it worth your while!â You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. âAnd how you suppose youâd do that?â He asked, and at first you didnât know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? âWellâŠI can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuffâ you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. ââf I wanted a pack mule Iâdâve found a brahmanâ he shot you down. âOkay, then I can be good company to talk to!â You offered. âThey make radios for when I want to listen to someone yackâ he shut down once again. âIâm a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew thatâd put a smile even on the meanest son of a gunâs faceâ you said, hopeful that heâd at least take you for something, but you had a feeling heâd probably turn you down again. âIguana on a stickâs just fineâ he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. âOh, ummâŠâ you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.
âGot a lotta nerve walkinâ up tâ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ainât met dangerous yet, youâre lookinâ at someone who could put you down before youâd even mutter your last wordsâ he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. âI know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. Iâm new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same wayâ you explained. âLook, I know I donât look like much but please just give me a chanceâ you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. âYou help me, I help you, however that ends up beingâ you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didnât see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. âAlright, but the minute you start dragginâ youâre out, got me?â He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. âOh thank you, thank you, thank you!â You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. âI donât do hugsâ he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where heâd drop the gun back to his side. âR-RightâŠsorryâ you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. âCâmon, I ainât got all day nowâ he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.
Your travels with him certainly werenât at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time youâd traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you werenât prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why youâd ever left the comfort of the vault, why youâd abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasnât riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasnât unclaimed. Youâd gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than youâd talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you werenât great with a gun, but you were getting there.
âMight I suggest takinâ them clothes instead of wearinâ that suit?â He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. âWhy would I do thatâŠ?â You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. âBecause, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here donât like vaulties or the ones that run âemâ he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.
Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing heâs had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldnât manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. âAinât no use if the cold gets yaâ he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. âThank youâ you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. âDonât say I never did nothinâ for yaâ he replied, trying to sound cold but it didnât come off that way, making you chuckle. âWhat do I owe you?â You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. âJust keep watch for a bit, Iâll be up in a few hoursâ he responded, and while it wasnât what you were expecting, youâd take it.
He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didnât seem to like that very much, claiming that wasnât how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. âWell would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payinâ off after all. Howâs it feel?â He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. âHe was yelling at me butâŠhe was aiming at you. I donât really know what came over me, I didnât like that he was going to shoot you so I justâŠI killed himâ you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadnât seen it himself. He didnât really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. Youâd just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time thatâs passed since? He wasnât sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. âGet some rest vaultie, sunâll be up soonâ he said, knowing you likely wouldnât get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.
When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You werenât some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.
When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as youâd smiled sweetly at him. âGlad to know I donât have germs anymoreâ you said jokingly, making him chuckle. âGive an old man some credit. It ainât exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlinâ, even cute can be deadlyâ he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing itâs just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldnât quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. âJust teasinâ you, I get it. Iâd tie me up and use me for bait too if Iâd been doing this as long as you have. Itâs a shit hole out hereâ you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word heâs ever heard from you. âWell Iâll be damned, either Iâm a bad influence or youâre finally growinâ outta that naive shell there, vaultieâ Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one youâd seen in a while that wasnât brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. âProbably bothâ you quipped, making him chuckle. âYeah, probably. Been told I ainât easy to stomachâ he said, making you hum. âYouâre alright in my book, Coopâ you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? âYou ainât so bad yourself, vaultieâ he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. âKeep making food this good and I just might have to keep you aroundâ he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. âItâs not much but I certainly try. Iâll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with youâ you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?
âHey, if it isnât too much can I ask you a sort ofâŠpersonal question?â You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasnât here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasnât been so on edge with you, it was like heâd warmed up to you. âDepends on what youâre askinâ there, sweetheartâ he said, the nickname once again making you blush. âDo youâŠmiss them? Your wife and daughter?â You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasnât sure. âAinât a day that goes by that I donât think about âem. About the way I ran out on âem when them bombs droppedâ he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open heâs been with you this whole time. âI feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runninâ out and leavinâ âem behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryinâ tâ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ainât sureâ he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things theyâve done in the past that they arenât proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. âWell, in the short time Iâve gotten to know you, Iâve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I donât think you should blame yourself for doing soâ you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if youâd opened something in his mind, something heâd never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didnât flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldnât. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. âGuess youâre right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to makeâ he replied. âI understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that weâve done before in regret, itâs what makes us humanâ you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. âYou got anybody?â He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. âAn ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..â you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what youâd asked of him to share. âSorry tâ hear thatâ Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. âI havenât exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?â You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. âHe was the fool, not you darlinâ. He was the one skippinâ out on one hell of a womanâ Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.
âThanksâ you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, youâd been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-â ârelax vaultieâ he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. âItâsâŠrather nice actuallyâ he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. âThen there it can stayâ you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.
Months passed on like this, where youâd spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way youâd hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way youâd go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. Youâd helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights thereâd be so much tension in the air, itâs a miracle you havenât jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. Youâd been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didnât need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didnât kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didnât look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed thatâs where the term âopposites attractâ came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.
Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache youâd both ever laid eyes on. âCoop! Come here, you gotta see thisâ you said, making him run towards you to make sure you werenât hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. âTell me Iâm not seeing shitâ you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. âWell ainât that just the prettiest fuckinâ sightâ he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. âThis is the closest fuckinâ thing to a slice of heaven Iâve seen in agesâ he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldnât speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. âYou said it!â you replied, and itâs even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. âHoly shit, this thing still works?â You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. âGuess soâ he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. âI dunno about you baby doll, but I ainât about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittinâ here ân front of usâ he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.
In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasnât the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka heâd found to wait for it to take effect. âThe hell is DN?â He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. âDonât know, guess weâll find out here soon because I took twoâ you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. âYou come a mighty long way, little ladyâ he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There werenât any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldnât be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. âShit, itâs hot as hell in hereâŠâ you complained, shaking off your jacket that youâd picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. âLightweightâ he quipped, making you chuckle. âAccept I donât feel anything, I just feel hotâ you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. âGive it some time, youâre new to all this. âm sure your body is wonderinâ what the hell you just put in itâ he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.
As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldnât help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldnât stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. Youâd rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. âBeen awful quiet. You doinâ alright over there, sweetheart?â Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. âIâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into me all the sudden. I feel soâŠweird?â you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. âYa took some chems, itâs gonna feel a bit fuzzyâ he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didnât feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldnât grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. âNo, this is differentâŠI donât think what I took was a normal chem, CoopâŠâ you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. âI feel like an animal in heatâ you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. âI ainât ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?â He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.
âHey, ya with me still?â He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. âIs that DN shit the only thing you took?â He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing heâd never heard of before. He knew it wasnât the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadnïżœïżœïżœt.
It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tinâs lid. âShit..â he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. âDid you read the lid before you popped them pills?â He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldnât get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. âThere was instructions?? Oh my godâŠwhat the fuck did I take?â You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. âSomethinâ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like itâs aâŠwell looks like itâs a handmade sex chemâ he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, youâd never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. âPlease tell me youâre fucking joking, cooperâŠâ you whined, watching him read it more. âHow much of it did you take?â He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. âTwo?â You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. âFuckinâ hell sugar..â he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. âYouâre only sâpossed take one, and with you beinâ new tâ all this, I wouldnât have taken more than halfâ he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. âFuck meâŠwait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean Iâd like if you did butâŠFUCK! Forgive me Cooper, Iâm so sorry, I can hardly think straightâ you said, making him chuckle. âWell sweetheart, I think you and I both know thereâs only one good fix for this situationâ he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you werenât the only one all worked up here. âI donât want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-â you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.
âI wonât lie tâ you, doinâ this with you has passed my mind more times than Iâd care to admit, but I donât wanna cross that line unless you really want thisâ he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. âCoop, I know Iâm under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, Iâd be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if Iâm honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you donât fuck meâ you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. âThat so sugar?â He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. âGod yes, Cooper please..â you begged, nearly moaning in reply and heâd spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. âGood, because I donât think Iâd be able to hold myself back once weâve startedâ he said, and the idea made you moan. âDonât want you to hold back, want all of youâ you said, and your wish was his command.
By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, youâd already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. âYes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!â you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldnât stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. âDoinâ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whoreâ he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. âYeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?â He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasnât a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. âNever knew such a sweet lilâ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. FuckâŠenough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?â he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing youâd pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. âMy, you are just a little freak, ainât you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honeyâ he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. âCooperâŠâm so close, so close please!!â You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. âGo on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you makeâ he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. âOh fuck, oh fuck Iâm gonna cum again, I-â you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. âWell ainât I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and sheâs a gusherâ he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. âHoly shit, I-I didnât know I could do thatâ you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. âDo it again for meâ he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. âNow thatâs a damn good sightâ he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.
Itâs a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooperâs side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. âMorninâ sunshineâ he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. âMorningâ you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. âAinât that a pretty sightâ he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. âLast night was definitely something, canât believe youâve been holding all *that* out on meâ you joked, making him give a dry laugh. âCould say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. Youâre a wild thing to party with, lilâ ladyâ he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. âYouâre fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. Iâm sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plansâ you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. âDrunk words are sober thoughts they say, so Iâd say I made out pretty good. But donât sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but itâs good to know I ainât as hard to stomach as most people sayâ he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. âI think you are just perfect, Cooperâ you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore heâd do anything to see pointed his way.
âYou really wanna be my girl?â He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drugâs effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasnât felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. âI absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think weâve danced around it for long enough, donât you?â you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile youâve seen him wear since youâd met. âJust checkinââ he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.
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Despite everything, the sight of Loki's roguish smile still draws her in. Her own smile is fond and indulgent when she realises what's above them and immediately understands his intention. There have been days when she'd have snatched her hand away, seeking to put as much distance between them as she could.
Today is not one of them.
Sigyn reaches for his offered hand, and a laugh spills from her lips as she's pulled against him. Her free hand instinctively moves to the side of his neck, steadying herself as he brings their faces closer to one another.
"I seem to recall you once paid little heed to what the others said on just about every subject," She murmurs, blue eyes alight with amusement. "And somehow I am finding it very difficult to believe that has changed."
đż mistletoe kisses. // @victoriousfidelity
in a way, loki imagines he probably should light up in quite the way he does upon noticing the mistletoe hanging between the pair of them. given their history-- what it had all led to... he probably shouldn't be grinning right now. but... well. he can't help himself.
they're both in good health. it's been many, many years since all of that anyway. so... why not take a moment to enjoy a typical, cheesy tradition. and ignore its origins.
in a moment, loki is extending a hand to sigyn, a small bow coming from him, smile downright wicked before he takes her hand in his to pull her in closer. free hand comes to the small of her back and there is a gentle dipping as he leans in close.
"just imagine what the other asgardians would say if they could see this--"
#liecrafted#& liecrafted.#ic.#& loki laufeyson. * liecrafted#v. tba.#& loki laufeyson 001. * liecrafted#queue.#not me finally responding to this in *june* đ#sig just letting herself just get caught up in loki's bullshit like she's never learned her lesson :')
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An ex-citing surprise
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) đđ
WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, self harm scars, scars, fluff, panic attack, anxiety, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.
Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian âșïž) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.
PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D
Song inspo: Bleed it Out - Linkin Park, Shadow of the Day - Linkin Park
Word count: 4.3k
A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.
I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)
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spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/
(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )
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PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11 and PART 12
Part 13
The birds had begun chirping, greeting the new day. The sun soon started to it's daily early ascent into glorious England in June.
Pollen is going to be high, hay fever season descends upon us all. You think to yourself, grabbing your phone and adding 'hay fever szn' to your adding list of things to be on the look out for whilst being the 141's doctor... and... team member?
Try not to push it, I gotta earn that spot You scold yourself, hitting your head against the pillow underneath; a soft beating.
You had been laying awake for about 20 minutes. Checking the time on your phone, 4:34am.
Might as well get started on the day
Rolling out of bed you then start with the first task, making the bed. A good soldier keeps things neat and tidy. The next task, shower. A cold shower to awaken your nerves.
Once you had showered, gotten ready, braided your long hair first into two french braids and then tying the two together with an hair band, you then had several swigs from your flask. hydrate hydrate hydrate
It was 5:39am, you leave your room and lock your door. You make your way down the stairs at a quick pace, you were nearly at the bottom, only to see the lieutenant descending down the last few steps.
Ghost turned around has heard the quickening steps approach from behind him. It was you, donning black fatigues, green top and black combat boots.
"Mornin' Doc" He said stepping aside to let you come down the final steps
"Morning Sir" You say "How are you?" He was donning his skull balaclava again today, his eyes covered with black paint.
"Good, slept well" He said, who started to walk out of the corridor of the building.
"The medicine worked, that's nice to hear" You respond "Any drowsiness currently?" You
Ghost looks down at you as you walk beside him. It knocked him out that he felt a little cautious
"Nothin' apart from the metallic taste" He replied
You nod "Squash will help"
Ghost nods back, he holds the door open for you and lets you walk ahead, his eyes linger over your back again, the tattoo of yours catching his eye again.
Get it together he snaps
"Trainin' this mornin', 10 minute sprint, basic strength assessment and maybe a bit of sniper trainin'" He says, hoping that'll perk you up a bit.
A smirk appears on your face. "Where do I sprint?" You ask
"On track, I'll time you" He brings out a stop watch that was wrapped around a small burgundy journal. Both of you head of the track, Ghost counts you down and you set off, Ghost keeps his eye on you, your form then glances to his stop watch. As you approach he watches your stern face focused on what is in front of you.
After ten minutes, he blows a whistle and you stop. He walks over to you and hands you your flask. You take a few sips, slowly catch your breathe.
Walking over to the gym, Ghost runs through the tests he wanted you to complete. The gym was partly empty, there were a few soldiers, mainly marines who were up and training, but most of them were commanders as they nodded and saluted Ghost. Ghost nodded back. You were struck with awe of the respect and reputation he garnered, along with Captain Price too.
First assessment was chin ups, how many can you do? Ghost had said to you.
You're gonna be so weak, taking in a deep inhale, you reach for the bar and using your core and arms you pull up, exhale, you felt your arms wobble. Eyes flickering over to Ghost who just held out his stopwatch and then glared at you hanging, feeling your face going red. You try again, and only managed 3 chin ups in total. Feeling so weak, you continue with the next set of commands given out by Ghost.
Ghost watched you struggle lifting the 5kg plate over your head, your legs shaking, knees locking every now and then and arms shaking.
In his notebook he scribbled lacking core strength amongst his other critiques. A small part of him felt he was being harsh, but he knew he had to treat you fairly, like everyone else. Especially since you were going to be coming along with missions so dangerous, he had to make sure you could handle yourself.
"Alrigh' that'll do" He says and watches you bring the weight plate down gently and placing it back where it came from. He sees you take a long swig of water, some of drips down your chin and splashes on your shirt on near your breast. Ghost scans your physique, you were fit, but clearly lackin' in strength.
His eyes go back to the dark patch made by the water droplet, just above your right breast... His eyes lingered too long, when he noticed your eyes narrowing at him, he flicked his eyes back to his notebook, feeling his cheeks become warm and blood rush to his ears. Focus
Is he actually staring at my boobs You think, glaring at him. But then you notice the wet patch on your shirt. That? Or the boobs?
"You were alrigh'" He said clearing his throat "Need work on strength trainin', what exercised you normally do?"
"Running, swimming and Taekwondo" You say. "But it's been a few months since I've done swimming and Taekwondo"
"Righ'" Ghost says, vaguely remembering you doing some sort of martial arts. His memories of you were so misplaced and broken.
"I'll work out a trainin' schedule for you" He adds "We got some martial arts classes, may want to join? After this mission we'll assess sparring" He continues
"Yes sir" You say taking in his assessment of you. Dammnit, you were weak, but there's always room to improve
"Sniper practise next" Ghost says and he walks in front of your to the practise shooting range. Ghost gets a sniper rifle and ammunition and hands it to you.
You head over to a spot and set yourself up. Out of all the guns you tried and used, sniper rifles were your favourite. After setting up, Ghost presses a remote with buttons on it, targets come up and you shoot them down. When reloading, you kept your eye in the scope as you reloaded your magazine.
Very well remembered Ghost thought
Soap had entered the shooting range, he saw Ghost who turned to look at him and nodded and turned back to someone who was shooting. Soap realised it was you. He walked to Ghost and stood by him as he also watched you.
"She's good" Soap says to Ghost
"Gettin' there" Ghost replies trying not to feed into Soap's eagerness
You've ran out of ammo, the targets were shot down. You get back up taking the sniper rile and empty magazines. Checking your watch, it was nearing 8am and you had to go to the infirmary soon, after another shower and changing. And breakfast of course.
"Morning Doc" Soap says
"Morning Soap" You say "You good?"
"Aye, all dandy here" He says smiling at you giving you that same grin when he caught you staring at his naked torso. You look away
Ghost felt stuck in between you and Soap. Soap was grinning like a fox at you and you were staring wide-eyed at the sniper rifle drumming you fingers against the barrel.
"I'm going to go clean this" You say lifting the rifle briefly and walking away.
Soap chuckles and looks at you as you walk away. Ghost figured out he was still teasing.
"What you doin' here Johnny?" Ghost grumbled
"Came to see how our new team member was doin'" Soap quirked, giving Ghost a grin.
Ghost scoffed at him. He looked over and saw you sat down on the benches, cleaning the rifle, like it was something you did everyday.
Soap came closer to him.
"You tell her yet Lt?" Soap whispered.
Ghost glared back down at Soap. Did Price rope him into this now?
"C'mon Lt, you can't leave it til it's too late" Soap said giving Ghost a pat on the arm.
"It's bit complicated Johnny" Ghost said, lowering his tone
"Maybe she needs some good news after Siberia eh?" Soap whispered quickly to Ghost
Looking at Johnny and taking in what he said, he became slightly agitated.
"Take my advice Lt" Soap said finally and patted him on the shoulder and went to the weapons locker to grab a gun for his own practise shooting.
Ghost walked over to you, focused on cleaning each part of the gun thoroughly, he watched your hands use the tools, cleaning each part of the rifle carefully.
"Good effort today Doc" He said finally, you look up and smile
"Just need to work on getting better sir" You say looking back down at the barrel in your hands, polishing it with your cloth.
"I'll email over a schedule before the mission tomorrow" He said
"Thank you sir" You focus remained on the gun.
Ghost felt his right hand twitch, his arm trying to move up to his head. He fought off the urge to try and reveal himself here...
The sudden click of you sliding the barrel back brought him back to reality. He was drawn to your gaze, you look back down at the reassembled sniper rifle.
"I'll be heading back if that's good sir?" You ask
"'Course Doc" He replied and watched you get back up, sliding the sniper rifle over your shoulder, it was a motion you did so casually, you've done it before. You've been here before.
"Come by between 10-12 for your blood pressure check lieutenant" You said, trying not to sound too commanding.
"Yes Doc" He says, he gets up and looks down at you stepping back as you walk to put the rifle away. He sees Soap grin at you again as you leave.
Ghost looks back down at his notebook in his hand and opens it up scanning the list of things he noticed you lacked and needed improvement on.
Soap comes over to him after shooting a few rounds.
"What's goin' on between those gears Lt?" Soap says sitting on the bench.
Ghost backed up a bit.
"Nothin' Johnny" he grunted to which Soap gave him a look that called his bluff and scoffed.
"Yer right" Soap responded "C'mon Lt, what's the worse that can happen?" he added extending his leg to attempting to tap Ghost, but he moved away and sat on the bench opposite Soap and looked around, no one was within earshot.
Soap watched has Ghost scanned with his painted blue eyes the area around him.
"What if she goes-" He trails off and then looks directly at Soap "-gets angry? he finishes
"I doubt it Lt" Soap begins, leaning closer to him "You have yer reasons Simon, she a nice lass, she'll understand" He added smiling towards him, Soap noticed Ghost narrow his eyes and scoffed slightly.
It was the first time in a long time that someone other than Price said his name. He hung his head down briefly and then looked up.
"One can hope eh Johnny?" Ghost responded "We got stuff to do before we leave tomorrow, need to see Doc about somethin' at 11, let's get movin' then" He added getting up, Soap follows him as they leave.
Mean while in the infirmary
It was 9:30am and you sat at your desk unsure of what next to do. Reports were done so far for the team, it's not like you could have a proper in-depth review with them the day before a crucial mission.
'Hey, mind if I draw some blood to further analyse if you have any health issues which seem super trivial to you?' You mutter to yourself in a high-pitched mocking tone. As you twirl yourself around in the chair.
The was a rapid knock on your door, you stopped the spinning motion with your left food and quickly got up and opened the door.
It was Price
"Mornin' Hari" He said smiling
"Morning Captain" You say, moving away from the doorway and letting him walk in, you close the door
"How was training with lieutenant Ghost?" Price said turning back to you, watching as you take your seat and Price sits on the other side of the desk.
"Good, well- don't think I did well in the fitness assessment bit" You sigh leaning back in your chair, but then straightened up a bit, not sure how casual you could be...
"Always room for improvement" Price said chuckling leaning forward.
You sense that Price had an ulterior motive, Siberia...
"Are you here to ask about Siberia sir?" You ask, getting straight to the point, tilting your head back
"Came to ask how would you feel about going back?" Price said, also cutting to the chase. "Laswell wants us to do a recovery mission" He adds
"Shouldn't we be more concerned with tomorrow's mission Cap?" You retort
Going back huh? You wonder
Price leans back, smiling slightly.
"Of course, but you up for it?" Price asks again
"Once you and lieutenant Ghost are happy with my training, then yes." You say bluntly. You weren't going back unless you were at a competent level of being able to look after yourself in that harsh environment again.
"That's the plan" Price chuffed, his objective completed with ease.
"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" You ask "Or is that classified?" you added smirking slightly
"4am" Price said looking out the window, blue skies over base, the distant fields feeling
"Come by my office this evening at 6, we're havin' a pre-mission gathering, tea and biscuits" Price chuffed looking back at you.
"Of course sir" You nod back at him smiling.
After a brief conversation of mission details and what your job was (standby during end of mission for injuries during when they are RTB) Price left the infirmary leaving you alone again. You checked the reports on your laptop again. You click onto Ghost's report.
Much of his personal information was redacted. But you knew his age was 34, which meant he was born in 1988. You hesitated putting this information into the report. Price had told you that Ghost's identity is a secret for a reason.
You went through the other reports for Gaz, Soap and Price. Adding in your notebook things you needed to do, blood tests was one thing.
Sitting back in your chair again, you spin around, enjoying the motion tilting your head back. You stop and then go back to your laptop, after placing an order through the RAMC pharmacy for more hay fever tablets, you lean back in the chair again.
Siberia. Siberia. Your mind wonders back the frozen place.
"Get the disk and get out Blue" echos in your head again, you shake your head and run your left hand through your hair. It was still braided, bringing your right hand up, unravelling both braids, you comb your hair roughly with your hands.
There was a knock at the door, you couldn't be bothered to get up so you simply shouted 'Come in' to the person on the other side. You looked up and saw Ghost opening the door, his entire stature taking up the doorway.
"Alrigh' Doc?" He lets out, breathing heavily, almost like he ran up here.
"I'm good, you okay?" You ask curiously looking at him as you observe his chest heaving.
"Yeah, just jogged here" He said leaning on the med bed whilst you remained seated.
"You can sit back on the bed if you need a breather sir" You suggest
Ghost looks up you, trying to catch his breathe. He doesn't move, continuing to lean slightly back on the bed behind him. It was the nerves and the damn talking Soap was doing whilst they checked their equipment that got him rattled, and you. He felt his chest get tighter, he breathed in but the air didn't help, he could feel his hands tremble against the cold railing. He turned around facing away from you.
You noticed the change in his body straight away, you got up and moved closer to him.
"Lieutenant what's wrong?" You ask, you grab your stethoscope, as you get closer Ghost moves further away, grabbing the railing of the bed for support, his legs tremble. You watch carefully has be bends over, his right hand moving, clutching his chest.
"Let me just che-" You move to him grabbing his shoulder with your left hand but his right hand quickly grabs it, pulling you away from him, his hold on your arm becomes tight, you feel like he was trying to crush the bones within. You didn't wince at the pain.
"Get away" He rasps head bent down trying to control his breathing, pins and needles running up his legs. He could feel the bone beneath as he gripped your flesh.
You narrow your eyes, you stay in the same place, planting your feet on ground, unsure if he was going to swing at you...
"Do you have pain in your left arm?" You ask, his grip on your arms loosens, you pull it back, the gripping sensation tingling lingers.
"No" Ghost let out. "Jus-t- pani-c att-ack" he stifles, struggling to get the actual words out, bending further over the med bed.
You move behind, a few paces back giving him room to move.
"Get up on the bed sir" You say
"Can't legs froz'n" He spat, just then he grabbed the curtain with his left hand and tried to pull it around him, but it only moved slightly. You wanted to laugh at the attempt, but taking it as a sign that he wanted a bit of privacy, you walk over and close the curtain surrounding the bed, Ghost watches, he tilts his head to the side, there's a small gap left and you turn, your back now facing him again.
"I'm going to walk you through what to do sir" You start, standing behind the curtain.
"Okay" He rasps again watching your back from the corner of his eyes.
"Breathe in through your nose for four and hold for four" You add, loudly breathing in from your own nose, hoping he'll follow.
Ghost yanks up his mask and follows, breathing in steadily through the nose, holding for four, and then back out slowly for four. He listens as you do the same.
"Close your eyes and focus on breathing in and out for four" You say calmly, demonstrating by loudly breathing in again.
Ghost closes his eyes, and breathes in for four. He could feel his heart slow down, the pain in his chest subdue. He looks back at you, still there with your back turned, but then you walk away.
No He thought Don't leave me like this
He hears you walk around the infirmary, then the bubbling of the water cooler, and your footsteps approach. He turns, mask half up still, he felt his heart stumble. Through the gap of the curtain comes your arm, your hand holding a cup of water. He felt a warm iciness shred through him.
"Here, take slow sips" You say.
Ghost reaches out and takes the cup, moving closer to the curtain, where you stood on the other side. He takes a small sip from the cup, letting the water pass down him, whilst moving his feet slightly.
You could hear him take small sips, struggling a bit between to take calm breathes. In these situations saying things like don't worry and think happy thoughts felt useless. What personally helped was taking back control of one thing that one thing that makes us
"Need more water?" You ask through the curtain
Through the gap, Ghost's arm appeared, his bare hand holding the empty cup. You take it from him and refilling it and then head back, you put your hand through the gap, this time peaking inside.
You see Ghost standing, leaning back against the med bed. With a quick glance to his face, his fingers were rubbing against bare nose, there was a bit of black paint on his pointed and sharp nose, glancing down at the stubble lining his jaw, you spot the mole on his jugular. His eyes dart to yours and quickly pulls his mask down walking towards your outstretched left arm.
Ghost takes the cup from your grasp with his left hand, with his right he gently takes ahold of your arm. You try to retract your arm, but Ghost lightly grips the same spot, you wince slightly this time.
"I need to check you lieutenant" You slyly say looking at him, he looks back and doesn't respond, just giving you daggers with his blue eyes.
Setting the cup on the empty spot of the tray he lifts the sleeve of your white coat. He sees his red handprint on the top of your forearm, his turns your arm over, on the other side he sees white horizontal scars faintly scattered on your arm, his also sees his fingers marked in red. It'll form into a bruise he thought
Guilt was riling up in him again. He looked up at you, remaining stoic.
"It just needs some ice, not even that" You pulling your hand back to you. Ghost watches as you pull away from him, no anger coming from you, you smile slightly at him.
"You feeling okay?" You ask, face now shifting to concern.
"Alrigh'" He grumbled. He couldn't get the words out to say his was sorry. He couldn't get the words out that said sorry for grabbing you. He was at a loss when he was with you.
You pull back the curtain and you watch as Ghost sits up on the bed, taking his black sweater off, revealing a think black t-shirt. You could see the outline of his shoulder muscles and the name tags underneath the thin black layer.
"Check you blood pressure then if it's okay to check your heart and breathing?" you say motioning with to your stethoscope around your neck.
"Yeah" Ghost says as you bring the blood pressure machine next to him. As you wrap the cuff around this left arm your cold hand brushes against his skin.
Taking the reading again, 132/80.
You frown and look up at him.
"Still high then?" He asks looking at you and then at the flashing numbers
"Given you had a panic attack, there would be a spike in blood pressure" You say "But it's lower than yesterday" You add smiling at him.
Ghost watches as you get up head to your desk, writing in on a post it and then sticking it in your journal.
"I'm sorry doc" Ghost said "Abou' your arm, didn' mean to hurt you" he added looking at you as you look up.
"Don't worry, it's not broken" You say smiling. You look at Ghost and he looks back down, his shoulders hunched over
Perhaps some tea will help? You wonder
"Would you fanc-" You start, Ghost looks up at you as you begin to ask him something, but there was loud knocking on the door both of you look at the door, you roll your eyes and get off the chair.
"Just a minute" You call out looking at the door and then back at Ghost.
"I should get goin'" He said, putting his sweater on and getting up from the med bed. He looks over at you, your mouth open, as if you wanted to say something, but the person behind the door was knocking again.
"Wait one sec" You say then scrunching your face towards the door, you open the door and there stood a tall blonde haired woman wearing the same blue scrubs and white coat. Looking at the face of the woman standing in front of you your jaw dropped.
"Hey girly girl!" The woman said, slight Texan accent, brightly smiling and shaking her blonde hair that reached the edge of her jaw.
Your ex.
"What the fuck" You exclaim loudly
Ghost was surprised by the harshness in which you swore. He took a step forward to see who was at the door. A woman with blonde hair wearing the same clothes as you. His eyes met hers. She looked at him and smiled.
"Sorry, I'll come back later Ru" She said smiling at you and then at Ghost
"Dr Marie, it's Dr Kaur" You snap
"Dr Marie?!" She snorts "Jeez I'm your ex not your oncologist" She laughs
Ghost took in the words your ex...
This is her... He thinks scanning her
"Not now Peyton, I'm working" You snap back shoving her away from the door with your hands. Peyton laughs and walks away as you close the door. You lean back against the door sighing, hitting your head against the door.
"That is.." Ghost starts looking at you, crossing his arms across his chest.
"The succubus that is my ex" You say meeting your eyes with his.
He tried to suppress a snort. But ended doing snort/scoff out of his nose. He walks closer to you.
"Guessin' you didn't know she works here?" He asks only a few steps away from you now
"Knew she worked with RAMC, but didn't know it was this base" You say bitterly scrunching your nose whilst looking at Ghost.
"Hmm" Ghost said, continuing to look down at you.
You move aside and open the door slightly, allowing the lieutenant to leave. But he doesn't move. You close the door again, savouring the moment between the two of you.
"Sure it ain't broken" he says motioning towards your arm. You look back him, bringing your left arm and give him a jazz hand.
"It'll just bruise" You say "Don't worry about it" You add smiling at him.
He looks down cautiously at you. He hurt you and you are trying to be brave about it.
"Ain't lyin' to me doc?" He asks, stepping closer to you, towering over you.
You straighten up, lifting your head up curtly and tilting it to the side.
"No, but you owe me cup of tea" You say smirking testing the ground, trying to be playful with him.
"Owe you a Yorkshire Tea" He says nodding at you, Ghost heads to the door and you open it for him, watching as you smile at him. Leaving the infirmary he watches as you close the door.
Down the corridor he sees the same blonde woman, leaning against the door of your quarters. She looks at him and gets up walking up to him.
"She free now?" She asks him pointing to the door of the infirmary
"Yeah" Ghost grunts, looking down at the woman in front, she had a grin like a cheshire cat on her face.
"Wonderful" She grins, her blue eyes boring into his, he watches as she opens the door and walks in
"Oh piss off-" You moan aloud from the inside and then the door closes, Ghost walks closer to the door trying to listen in. All he could hear was muffled bickering and then some laughing. He sighed and walked away.
He walked down to his room and let himself in. Looking down at his right hand, he gripped it tightly.
How fuckin' stupid was I to grab her he scolded to himself kicking the leg of his desk as he walked to the bathroom.
But what was more interesting was the return of your ex. Ghost takes off his mask and looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, then grabs his bar of soap.
Soap'll be happy to hear about this He thinks to himself as he washes off the black paint off his eyes. Simon then dried his face, and put a bit of moisturiser on and headed to his bed where he laid down.
Looks like I have a bit of competition Simon thought to himself and then sunk his head in the pillow.
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POOKIE WE HAVE CONFIRMATION ON ALL THREE THEORIES
pinkie has a crush on bbsf. she does, i was taking to one of my friends who imma call smiley. and for context, even tho they technically knew each other bc smiley used to be friends w/ june and violet. anyways i like probably introduced pinkie and smiley on the last day of school, in which pinkie revealed that she has like a massive crush on bbsf. which actually like really explains why pinkie has been avoiding me sense then bc on the last day of school pinkie asked bbsf if he would date me. he responded w/ a laugh, smiling and saying âwhy not?â. BUT what i didnât know was that pinkie also asked bbsf if he would ever date her and he said âprobably notâ. and sense then pinkie has been avoiding me.
pinkie has a crush on me. she did at one point like me, donât know when, the council agreed that it was probably earlier this year bc she had a crush, said it was a girl, but wouldnât tell anyone.
we already confirmed that she was jealous of me, but oh god it got worse today. as u know, me and my friends r all american and today was the 4th of july. so while i was out w/ smiley, making vanilla and dr pepper floats in plastic shot glasses that we got from the dollar store while sitting on the sidewalk in front of a hardware store. bbsf was out of cali like i said and letâs just say was doing some⊠not so kid legal things like drinking a six pack of beer all by himself and vaping w/ his half brother. finally tho for my little explanation, we have pinkie, who was sitting at home playing video games all day. she didnât go to any of the 3 parades even tho one passes by her house. she didnât go see any of the 5 fireworks shows, she didnât go to the races, nothing. so while iâm sitting in the bed of my sisterâs truck w/ smiley waiting for the fireworks, bbsf texts the group chat that heâs like wasted out of his mind and then me, him and smiley get to talking bc weâre all part of the trashy party group and according to violet, pinkie got pissed reading the messages. not bc of what bbsf was doing, no it was bc he was talking to me and not her. luckily she doesnât know that he was pming me too and not just talking in the gc bc she would have had a heart attack iâm pretty sure đ
so ya everything has been confirmed, but we do have one more little micro theory from smiley. pinkie views me as a threat. for even more background info on the last day of school, one of smileyâs (and pinkieâs new) friends asked bbsf out, but he instantly rejected her bc weâre 2, almost 3 years older and at our age thatâs a lot. plus he hardly knew her name and had like never talked to her. funny little fact abt that, pinkie didnât give a fuck abt her asking bbsf, but she cares abt me and him just texting. so smiley is 99.9% sure she sees me as a threat
oh noo...đ
OH I WAS HALF WRONG...SO EW...
istg where do you get those codenamesđ
WAIT WAIT WAIT SHE ASKED BEE BEE ESS EFF IF HE WOULD DATE YOU?? naur she tripping fr...she gave herself awayđŹ
OMG NOT HIM SAYING WHY NOT... HAH CAUGHT IN 4K
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(i read your recent ask...girliepop i've been done with exams since this monday...đBUT i do have my Delf B2 (its a french exam) exam tomorrow...did i practice or study my french...absolutely not...lmfao... (in french) je vais me faire prendre une grosse raclĂ©e demain cela c'est sure et certain...đ j'ai juste peur...why did i sign up for this...because my french teacher told me to do it because i got âšpotential âšyes i may have been the only one that scored an A in french literature for igcses and got a prize but still...đ (secretly flexing)
but tomorrow its the oral comprehension, comprehension passage and the writing part...im mostly scared for the writing part...đŹ
and then WEDNESDAY is the oral part...where you speak french...đ(in french) c'est cette Ă©preuve que je redoute le plus...oui le français peut ĂȘtre la deuxieme langue que je parle... but im more confident in my english than my french...and i speak english more frequently and ALL SUBJECTS ARE DONE IN ENGLISH except for french ofc good thing everyone is scared of this one...i hope i get an easy theme...or im jumping...off a cliff and crying my heart out...
also we barely had delf classes due to the week thingies and the anniversary of the school...but they did send us vids of how its going to be...đwe had a formal letter given to us...only 6 people actually did the homeworkđ...i already watched one vid...so im gonna go try to practice the letter and study the formats for writing and watch the rest of the vids later...đ
wish me luck queen..im trying to reply all the asks today..đ
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okay lets go back to this..oh so i was kinda right interesting...we love enemies to loversđ©
bbsf vapes and drinks at 14 ...naur that is badđbro's lungs bout to turn ashy as fuck
JE VAIS PRENDRE PINKIE PAR LES CHEVEUX ET JE VAIS LUI JETER HORS D'UNE FALAISE C'EST PAS POSSIBLE...ELLE ME SAOULE AVEC SES CRISES DE JALOUSIE!! elle s'agit comme une grosse gamine hein elle me fais chier putain...dĂ©solĂ© pour mon language...(rate my french my sigma ballđ„)
bee bee ess eff ain't trying to catch a case purr we love a conscious and semi-rational king! (semi because he vapes...)
EXACTLY ELLE PENSE QUE TU ES L'ISRAEL ET QUELLE EST LA PALESTINE...sorry i had to...đ€Čđ»đđ»
she mad she ain't a slayful talented pretty coquette lana del rey esoteric manic pixie dream girl like you...so ofc she sees you as a threat we been knew...đ„âš
not me taking...2 weeks to reply to one ask....đ
i think some followers might be shocked that i can speak french...well surprise!!đđ
#peachie asksđ#ask box#asks#delf exam#pinkie should get herself a frickin life fr...#french#francais#oui oui baguette#second language#like hari said âalizĂ©e loređ±â
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Heyyy Bestieeeee!!!
Iâm loving By Your Side so farrrrr. Its just soo goood. The writing its just fab, the pacing perfect imo, and the description of y/n is so realistic and easily likeable - like we get to see her insecurities and flaws, what personally troubles her, as well as her hopes and dreams, the people she feels close (and their relationship feels credible!) etcâŠ
Its just so well written that I can see myself in her on many occasions, and connect my emotions with her. Idk, maybe Iâm rambling a bit.
Anyways, as Iâm currently hooked on this story, and canât get it out of my head (I created a Spotify playlist for this đ) I just wanted to ask, if you have an exact date of when youâll post chapter 5?
Btw, heads up, I think you forgot to put the link of chapter 4 in the By Your Side masterlist, canât see it there
Now - this is taking way too long, and Iâll just head out, Peace âđ»
Hold on a sec-
I waited too freaking long to reply to this Iâm so sorry but this was so sweet and thoughtful I literally couldnât stop tearing up every time I read this. I wanted to give a thought out response to this so if youâre seeing this thank you for waiting this was amazing to see in my inbox-
*SLAMS FISTS ON THE TABLE HOLLERING SCREAMING CRYING*
THANK YOUUUUUUU!!!!!! Oh my god. Holy shit. This. This made my month. I truly didnât know how to respond so I kept on holding this off from immediately responding and freaking out/appreciating everything you wrote. Finally I got my thoughts together after two long weeks!
Also YOU HAVE A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST?!?!? SHARE PLEASE HOLY HECK THAT IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST COMPLIMENTS I COULD EVER RECEIVE AHSJDLAGUFFIISJSHCJSKND-
also speaking of which I gotta get that part 1 playlist updated lmao
Literally that first paragraph made me flatline I swear. Iâm so freaking glad cause I was hellbent on making y/n realistic as a person whilst also having them make choices or have characteristics that are reasonable enough for most people to be able to relate to or picture themselves in! So Iâm incredibly glad you like her, flaws and hopes and dreams and all!
I literally have so, SO MUCH more that I want to mention or say to add to the above but I keep on deleting and rewriting anything else I try to add cause it makes a lot more sense in short DMâs instead of full on sentences lol.
Second paragraph knocked me outta my body and no youâre not rambling at all! I was worried that the readerâs perspective wasnât realistic or relatable so hearing that youâre able to connect with them made me feel a lot more comfortable, thank you so much!
When I started this series, I wanted to have a Reader self-insert fic that was in a way, a possibility of what life couldâve been if we had the chance! I know I absolutely had that feeling where I always said to myself: âMAN. I wish I was born earlier.â Not that I donât appreciate my life right now! Iâm certainly incredibly lucky to have a life where I get to meet so many amazing people like you and have the chance to write like this!
AND FOR THE RELEASE DATE OF CHAPTER 5: Oh man, I thought I could get it done mid-late June but assignments man. Goddamn assignments handed to me without warning. I donât have an exact release date for chapter 5 and Iâm incredibly sorry about that. I know youâre looking forward to it and I am as well! Once I know for sure and Iâm confident enough to say that Iâm ready to post it (I suffer from the perfectionist and the ADHD curse Iâm so sorry), Iâll let everyone know beforehand! I promise.
But once again, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! If I had another reason to keep going and keep pushing myself to keep the series going I know that you and everyone thatâs waiting and supporting are many, many reasons. And thatâs more than enough to make sure I bring you the best possible fanfic to you all!
Much love,
- Sin Bin
#sin bin inbox#lovely anon#brb losing my mind#thank you for the support#really thank you#brb crying#man hold on a second#*sobs*#this is amazing#this is beautiful#<3
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making a separate post for this so I don't hijack a gifmakers post but
@burntstay u literally have no idea! the entire past 2 years have been insane so excuse my rambling post
1. I went to see Dan last Nov and Dec. I went in November when he came to Seattle and got SO excited to finally meet him after so many years that I stumbled all over the MnG and couldn't respond to his very gentle kind compliments. So I flew to Oakland to see him again đ It hurt my bank account but not only did I meet him at that show during the MnG but he talked to me during the show too (interactive comedy show and I said I'd fuck the cinnamon toast crunch mascot bc he's a twink. he booed me but then brought it up several more time đ)
November and December, respectively. (yeah he did accidentally get that fucking silver marker on my arm đ)
2. Also in November, I had the opportunity to catch Kurtis Conners set he was doing in Seattle :] I went to the early show in the balcony bc it was what i could afford and Loved it sooo much but couldn't see bc I didn't have glasses at the time and at the end when I was calling my friend to talk about it, someone offered me 3rd row tickets because they had to cancel for a family emergency. I took them, could see the set, and it was just as funny the 2nd time!
the next day I'd taken my friend to Pikes Place (popular indoor/outdoor multi-vendor permanent market in Seattle) and ran into him and Jenna in the comics store!
^ me being so insanely happy but embarrassed bc I was partially non verbal and was trying so hard to communicate with him. (he was so incredibly kind and patient and then I helped him find the script he was looking for đ <- I do not work at that store)
now rapid fire! I also got to finally see Cirque! my old boss at the club had an extra ticket and brought me along!! (I have tried to sew Cirque THREE times and circumstances have always gotten in the way. mostly me moving abruptly like a week before the date they were in town)
In April, I got to see Hippocampus (one of my FAVE indie bands idc idc) and the guitarist Nathan gave me a pick! I also got to see Conan Gray again (saw him in 2019 without knowing who he was and got obsessed) and Cavetowns show with Tessa Violet. and Tessa RECOGNIZED ME which would have been insane anyways but I look SO different from the past times I've seen her!! I also saw some smaller bands and they were some of the most lovely kind caring people ever!
and then in June I saw 5SOS for the first time. I've been listening to them since I was a little tumblrina in 2014 and I cried so hard during their show. pure unadulterated nostalgia and joy. it was a really good show too (and that month my BFF who I usually go out to Philly to see once a year was able to come to ME because of a work conference đ„č and my partner came up for our yearly 1 month together!)
also that month I met a comedian I ADORE!!! I found him by accident on Dry Bar Comedy in maybe 2015? and have watched his stuff on YouTube and followed him on Twitter since and I randomly ran into him in a vintage store in Tacoma??? And of course the first thing my dumb ass said instead of "oh wow it's Shayne Smith!! I'm a huge fan" no... I said "YO it's the guy I showed u that one time when I was drunk!!!" to my sister đđ He luckily is a really dope guy, thought it was very funny, and danced around with me
In October I went to a music festival out east and saw a BUNCH of my favorite bands and King Princess said I looked hot, so highlight of my compliments fr (and saw mitski!) Lorde was coming but her set got massively delayed due to faulty tech and I had to make the last train so I didn't get stranded and did not get to see her.
Also I got matching tattoos with my other bff who I flew to seattle to stay with me for a week đ„č hi @catholicdaredevil
which circles us back to the November/December stuff I talked about first cuz I got excited
The rest of the winter was just struggling through till I saw the sun again but I DID get to meet a long term internet friend at the convention in Seattle (s/o to @pjsforestkid for so lovingly dealing with my low energy the whole day)
April I saw Noel Miller live!!! June my partner came up and we traipsed around
and then September and October I got to sew 4 hozier shows, was barricade for 3 of them (and have professional photos for all 3 times I was barricade which is INSANE!!!!!), hozier called me out on stage for my shirt, I got posted on his ig, and I met almost the entirety of a friend group I've had since 2019 AND DanandPhilGames returned from the hiatus
it's been an insane almost 2 years I finally feel like my life is sorting itself out and I'm so overjoyed
this is such a long fucking post but your tags just reminded me of all the joy and love I have been experiencing and the love that continues!!! I am so happy :)
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hungry_jester.jar
(idk if the file name makes sense I'm trying-)
Anyways I decided to make separate blogs for aus that are more than just a couple pics, such as my sharkni au, which has been seen online. And this au, which has only been seen so far in discord servers cause I kept forgetting to post about it đ but now it's here! :D
Made on Feb 2, 2024
Made on between Feb 2-4, 2024
Made between Feb 4-7, 2024 drew the censor by memory lol
Made between June 30- July 7- and probably August but I don't have any images until finally making one in September 8 with the updated color scheme and design.
Heres bonus wip shit lol
Started in previous drawing on a separate layer, then made a copy with just this around June 18
Started doodling during a discord call on Sep 13
And finally this one I started later the same day as the last pic. Intentions were to make a banner for this blog.
It's got inspirations from both MurderDrones and a Sonic au called hungryhero.exe.
Basically all of the characters have a program in their files, that's meant to help keep the avatar stable, it keeps the physical (digital???) Forms from completely and utterly destabilizing and falling apart if code is damaged, corrupted, or even missing. And Pomni's code has one of these happen to her after getting sick with a virus, the program activated, and it helped fight off the virus, but it didn't go back to being dormant, since her code was damaged in one way or another via the virus.
The program is not able to manually fix the problem keeping it operating, someone else has to manually fix it via opening up the files of Pomni's character/avatar. And replace any missing, corrupted code. The only problem is the way it has to keep the character's form and or code stable, would be to copy and paste code temporarily from other characters who's code isn't damaged, the way this achieved however, is less than ideal for anyone involved. The program will encourage the individual to consume code from others via making them feel hungry, it getting worse the more it's in need of stabilizing.
If the individual does not respond to these signals. The program activates a protocol which causes them to transform into a more animalistic beast dead set on hunting and consuming the code it needs. This transformation can also be triggered by stress, of which the individual will have full self control as if they were never transformed, this self control only dwindles as hunger increases.
When anyone dies in the circus, just like a video game, as tadc is supposed to be one n whatnot, they will respawn in their rooms, however some memory is lost from their death, such as the specifics of said death, but may feel the psychological impact of each death.
The person upon transforming, will have three eyes, the third being the program's, and depending on which eyes are staying open, shows who's in control, if the individual, their normal eyes, if the program, the third eye, if partially both, then both will be actively used.
The size of the beast they become is dependent on how stressed the individual is, it does go up to a limit, the limit being roughly the size or slightly larger than an abstraction.
The individual may appear as if they are abstracting when transforming, or may have certain traits associated with abstracts, like multiple eyes around the body, darkened colors, eyes having multicolored irises or sclera, and an overall more sharp, pointy, jagged form.
It is unclear if individuals with an activated hungry program can abstract, and if they can, what would happen or what they'd be capable of, as the program's prolonged operating after activating is rare as typically it can keep someone's code from being damaged from viruses, glitching, bugs, etc.
#The amazing digital hunger au#pomni tadc#Tadc au#tadc#amazing digital circus#the amazing digital circus#Pomni#tadc fanart#tadc fandom
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Instagram Blurb - As Long as You Are Series
Authorâs Note: This is a longer Instagram blurb, and some of the comments actually matter! It goes to Part 4/5 of THIS series, but can be read on its own! Might make a bit more sense with an understanding of the story, but I donât think itâll interfere too much with your experience!
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Instagram stories, night of June 18
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DailyStylesNews Harry and Mitch were spotted at y/nâs concert last night in Brooklyn
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fannewsdaily guess I need to go to one of her shows so I can meet Harry đ€Șđ€Ș
âł harrystyles Not sure why this was in my recommendations, but please donât go to y/nâs show just because I might be there. Go because sheâs an amazing artist and performer.
âł y/nprotector NOT HARRY DROPPING IN ON A FAN PAGE TO DEFEND Y/N
âł fan34 @y/nprotector looks like youâre gonna need to change your user because Harryâs stolen that title from you đ
harryyystyles why would he stay extra days instead of going back to the UK to prepare for the next ONO?? AMERICA, EXPLAIN
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Instagram post, early afternoon, June 19
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areyoulistening I know I already posted, but last night was insane!! Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who came!
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conangray your mother sent me and Olivia videos đ„čshe was very proud. (and so are we)
âł areyoulistening are you telling me my mom has a group chat with you and Liv??
âł oliviarodrigo Yes.
fan01 sis spill the tea. are you friends with Harry Styles??
âł areyoulistening there is no tea to be spilled, but weâre more acquaintances than friends!
âł fan01 AHDSHHF she responded
âł harryshome GIRL he was literally at your concert
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Spotted: late afternoon, June 19
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DailyStylesNews Harry was seen in NYC today leaving the gym.
harryobsessed Isnât that the same sweatshirt y/n was wearing the other day in one of her YouTube videos?
âł harryschild HDJSJSHFD IT IS WTF IS HAPPENING
harryfan3 yâall, itâs literally her merch. itâs not that big.
fan4 Heâs not even following her đđ©
âł harryshome Maybe theyâre trying to keep it on the DL?
âł fan5 Heâs literally wearing her merch. Idk if thatâs on the âdown lowâ
âł fan4 I JUST CHECKED AGAIN HEâS FINALLY FOLLOWING HER AGEHFHSHUSD AND SO IS MITCH
harryfan7 I hope you guys know that this isnât a big deal. If youâve ever actually paid attention youâd realize he has so much merch i- đ
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Instagram story, evening, June 19
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DailyStylesNews Harryâs Instagram story from todayÂ
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harryshome omg a story that isnât a tour photo repost. heâs learning
âł harryfan03 he needs to learn how to change the background color next. that tan is not it. đ„Ž
âł harryswhore Leave the old man alone đ
fan03 whoâs the girl?
âł fannewsdaily kinda looks like y/n
âł y/nisthebest thatâs what Iâm saying đ
rulistening Are we getting a collab?????
âł y/nfan I would shit myself if we did
âł rulistening please donât. Iâm begging you
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Instagram story, evening, June 19
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Y/NUpdates y/n posted this on her Instagram story tonight! Looks like her and Harry are hanging out, thoughts?
alayafan stop. i feel like this is the most harry has ever been active?? or at least recently
atla09 CAN WE ALL ACKNOWLEDGE SHE CALLED HIM CABBAGE MAN IN FRENCH
09fan02 I believe âmon petite chouchouâ is a French term of endearment. It means like sweetheart if I remember correctly
mixedstyles NOT THE CABBAGE MAN đđđ Y/N is an icon for that
touroflove Sokka??
âł fann Y/N is Suki and Harry is Sokka??? đ„șđ„ș
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Spotted: 1:27 A.M., June 20
6,458 likes
DailyStylesNews a fan saw Harry at a 24/7 bodega in Manhattan late last night
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loveontourr LEAVE THE MAN ALONE. LET HIM BUY HIS HOAGIE IN PEACE
nycfannn hi! I was the one who saw him. I saw y/n with him and heard her talking to the owner but I didnât want to be creepy and take a picture of her too đ it was already weird taking a photo of him
âł hsfan2001 Y/N WAS THERE TOO???
âł y/nfan04 is it bad that we recently found out they even know each other and my ship has already sailed??? đ©đ«Ł
âł nycfannn @hsfan2001 She was! I was behind them in line. They were joking around and talking to Tony (the owner). I tried not to listen to their conversation but Iâm so nosy đđ y/n said something about they got distracted and didnât realize the time??? I donât want to be weird but they did seem pretty close!!
thisisafamilyshow On a different post I saw someone wondering why he's still in New York even though he has a show in like two days. He always leaves like, the morning after a show to travel to the next venue. Two extra days is a lot comparatively
âł 1989hs I'm so curious as to what's going on. Like... I don't want to speculate but my little fan brain is doing the most
âł thisisafamilyshow exactly! I may or may not be actively keeping up with harry pages to see what's going on. Trying to put together the puzzle pieces. I'm not expecting much, and frankly I don't really care, it's just so entertaining. wtf is wrong with me đ
âł 1989hs girl, we're all keeping up-to-date with harry you're not alone. we're all a little weird here đđ€
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Instagram story, afternoon, June 20
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DailyStylesNews a music student at NYU (auden.png) saw some people talking to Harry outside of a school building
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harrysarms This bitch (harry) is everywhere near nyu
âł y/nfan5 well nyu is basically all of New York so iâm not really surprised
âł harrysarms itâs always the music buildings though
âł y/nfan5 he could literally just be making music. it doesnât have to be anything more
numberonefan Is it just me or does that look like @areyoulistening on the far right behind the person in black?
âł areyoulistening you're right, it do be me
âł numberonefan Y/N! wtf are you doing here??
âł areyoulistening lurking đ jk it came up on my for you page? probably because it's AUDEN'S photo
âł areyoulistening i'm looking at you @auden.png
âł auden.png I had no clue they would find the photo đđ€đ ilyyy @areyoulistening
âł areyoulistening i'm giving you more theory homework the next time i see you đ€ @auden.png (ily too)
DailyStylesNews not y/n and her friend having a conversation in my comment section đ€Ș
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Spotted: late afternoon, June 20
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DailyStylesNews Harry was seen grabbing drinks before heading into the NYU Steinhardt building in Greenwich Village for the second day in a row.
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fan4 you guys know who goes there? đ
âł harryismylife y/n đžâïž
alaya01 did he buy her a drink too? đ„ș
âł y/nfandom itâs literally a drink đđ
âł alaya01 i can pretend itâs something more
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