#i was supposed to take the test before the whole virus thing

[frogchiro]

Luis Serra getting a lab assistant that happens to be a young lady (lol do you think umbrella has college internships). He’s guilty to be so obsessed with you, he’s you’re superior and mentor and you’re looking to him for guidance— but he can’t stop imagining bending you over lab tables and pushing up your skirt.

And in the fantastical world of resident evil science, I think someone who knows enough about chemistry to make the las plagas virus knows how to make an aphrodisiac. Tells himself the whole time he doesn’t know why he’s making it. Keeps telling himself that as he keeps the viral in his coat pocket for over a week. He knows it works— he put a drop of it on his tongue and jerks off looking at a selfie you took together, with his arm around you and you leaning into his side, for a few hours.

He wants to stretch his legs, so you offer to monitor the current test while he goes to grab you both coffee. His traitorous mind is imagining that he’ll make the coffee in the morning while you look after the baby, and he’ll take over so you can have a moment to yourself when he hands you your mug— once he’s made you his wife and all that entails. He has to hold himself back from kissing the top of your head as he leaves. He stares at the to-go cup with your coffee— some sweet, creamy thing with so much added to it that it barely tastes anything like coffee anymore.

What’s one more ingredient?

Jesus I sure HOPE they do college internships-

And poor poor conflicted Luis :(( He is a good guy, he swears! He is already conflicted while working for Umbrella and all the fucked up things they do and now there's also you in the equasion; the cute, bright and bushy tailed intern, so sweet and unaware that the great Umbrella Company, the big pharmaceutical company that's supposed to help people is actually doing experiments on them and creating bio weapons for sale.

If Luis was guilty before, then he sure as hell is now. Yes he's a pretty laid back, relaxed guy, some even call him womanizer and it's not like Luis denies them, entertains them with a chuckle even. But this? Thirsting like a hormonal teen and chasing skirts like he's a young man again and it just so happens that the skirt he's chasing now belongs to his intern, you.

He's your superior, your guide, your mentor for fucks sake. He's supposed to guide you, to help you grow as an up and coming scientist but the way you look at him? With those big, trusting, doe like eyes? Or the way you smile giddy whenever he praises you for doing a good job, or that flustered look you had when he accidentally let a 'Good girl' slip out, fuck-

He can't help it. Luis is still only a man after all, a man with urges. He tells himself it's not his fault when he concocts that aphrodisiac and tests it out on himself; just one single drop and he almost went insane that night, jerking himself off silly until he was making high pitched noises when he couldn't physically cum anymore, imagining it was you who was with him then, in his bed, tumbling around underneath the sheets </3

[flagellant]

Would love to hear more about your rabid animal encounter!

It was in 2017 at the time and I was working out in the national forests of California. I came into work one day at my ranger's station and there was way more chaos than I expected--turns out that someone had reported a suspected rabid skunk overnight after it bit a dog in a nearby town and it'd been brought in for testing (which includes euthanasia).

I was super curious and had some free time before I needed to actually go out to do what I was assigned so I decided to watch some of the tests being done. I'd seen the vets take blood samples and such of wild animals in the station before--you use basically what amounts to a syringe at the end of a spear etc etc. But before it started getting messed with by us it still acted wrong.

First off: It was jittery and trembling. Wobbly is too cutesy a word--it was just slightly too intense to be wobbly. The wobbles were more twitchy and jerking, like it was constantly having to catch its balance, or it was constantly trying to react to every single minutiae of stimuli. It was also completely silent and utterly unafraid of any of us. This is one of the big markers of rabies: It fucks with an animal's brain to the extent that its fear receptors essentially rot away, because the virus wants the animal to come into contact with as many other animals as possible, and it can't do that if it's skittish. A nonrabid skunk SHOULD be huddled up in the farthest reach of the carrier curled up and scared out of its goddamned mind for being alien-kidnapped. This one just kinda ambled or stood wherever.

So anyway, we start taking blood samples, and by we I mean my coworkers because I am super unqualified for any medical treatment whatsoever of any animal.

The second the needle stuck into the skunk it stopped being a skunk and started being something else. It began writhing and jerking inside the carrier like it was trying to rip its own muscles and limbs apart to get away or get out, and the whole time it was shrieking and squealing so hard and constant that even outside the station it was loud. I've heard animals dying from predators before, I've heard skunks dying from predators before, they didn't scream like this one did. It screamed like it didn't know how to use its vocal chords or mouth, all it knew was pure unthinking noise.

Again, I'm sorry, but I really don't know how to describe the experience very well. The problem is that rabies doesn't make animals act like how they're supposed to. A nonrabid dog going absolutely apeshit is still going to recognizably act like a dog, just an absolutely apeshit one. A rabid dog going absolutely apeshit does NOT act the same. It acts with complete disregard and unawareness of both its surroundings and its own body. It isn't a living creature anymore, it's a breeding ground of rabies that has completely taken control over the dog and is now puppeting it around with the single purpose of spreading rabies everywhere it can. There's no fear, there's no thought, and I barely agree with calling what rabid animals experience as "aggression" because aggression in animals is a thing which fundamentally acts through motivation of stimuli and reaction. Aggression happens because the animal cares about what happens to the animal. Rabid aggression has absolutely no shits given about what happens to its host. It's awful.

[guilty-pleasures21]

The perfect guy

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

Warnings: mentions of sex and a brief description of penetration (p in v).

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     Miguel held his breath as Dr Connors went over the results of all his medical tests on his tablet. He'd worked extra hard over the past week to get himself to at least the basic level of fitness expected of a living human being. It hadn't been easy, but the presence of his pretty little girlfriend - she was his girlfriend now! He still couldn't believe it - had helped a lot. 

     “All right, everything seems good,” Dr Connors finally decided, looking up to flash Miguel a pleased smile. “You can go home now.”

     ‘Home’. X's house. The place he'd only ever been able to see through artificial cameras for so long. He glanced over at X, buzzing with excitement at the thought of going home with her. She returned his enthusiastic smile, but was careful to maintain some distance between them. 

     ‘I can't show you too much affection while everyone else is around, querido,’ she'd told him after getting off of him that first morning before any of the nurses came in and saw them together. ‘They'll take me off the project if they think I have feelings for you.’ 

     ‘Do you have feelings for me?’ he'd asked, nervous to hear her response. She'd given him a reassuring smile, her features still glowing from sleep and happiness. Dios, she was pretty. 

     ‘Of course!’ she'd replied immediately, scurrying back over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. ‘I love you, Miguel! More than anyone in the whole world.’ 

     He’d grinned and responded in kind, holding onto that fact as he’d endured the never-ending tests they’d put him through to assess his new body and superpowers.

     Eddie's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched the silent exchange between X and her AI. But it wouldn't do any good for him to hurl accusations about their relationship without some form of proof. He slid his gaze over to Miguel and frowned at the dreamy-eyed look the machine-turned-man continued to give X. No matter - he'd be able to find evidence soon enough.

     The first thing he did when they got home was jump onto the sofa, just as he'd seen her do so many times. But he hadn't accounted for their vast difference in size and the sofa gave a loud groan after he'd landed on it. 

     “Miguel! Are you okay?” X asked, her eyes wide with concern as she rushed over to him.

     “Yeah, I'm fine,” he reassured her, sitting up and causing the sofa to let out another creak. “Is it supposed to make that sound?”

     X folded her arms across her chest and wrinkled her nose at him. 

     “No,” she huffed. “You're too strong, Miguel, you can't jump on the sofa like that! You could break it.”

     “I'm sorry,” Miguel apologised quickly, flashing her a sheepish look. “I just … I always see you do it.” X sighed and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

     “It's okay,” she waved away his apology, her expression melting into a smile. “Just be a little careful. You're a lot stronger than I am.”

     “Okay,” Miguel agreed. He placed a hand over his stomach, feeling it rumble in protest, then he looked back up at X in question. “I'm hungry.” Another feeling he'd quickly learned about after being transferred to his body. Although this one was a negative emotion - one he'd do anything to prevent. X sank onto the seat beside him.

     “I can order some food. Or …” An excited look overtook her features as she thought of an alternative solution. “Do you want to go out? We can get you some new clothes too!” She'd gotten him a few shirts, sweatpants and boxers for after he'd woken up, having measured the dimensions of his body the day before. But she didn't know what he'd feel comfortable in once he'd gotten up and she wanted to give him as much autonomy as she could, considering that his entire life had previously been limited to whatever screen was closest to her. So, she'd held off getting too many things, not expecting them to be confined to the hospital for more than a week. Miguel's lips curled at the ends automatically when he saw the happiness on her face.

     “Okay.” Then he thought of another idea. “Can we go to the supermarket too? I want to buy some groceries so I can cook for you.”

     X grinned at the wholesome request. “You … want to cook for me?”

     “Yes. Food is an important aspect of human relationships,” Miguel recited, quoting the information he'd spent years gathering. “I … want to take care of you, querida.”

     X leaned closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. Miguel responded in kind and curled his arms around her waist, then lifted her onto his lap. Hugging was another expression of human affection - one that he adored considering how soft his precious little girlfriend was. X snickered at the sudden movement - at how easy it seemed for him to just pick her up and move her around. 

     “Miguel …” She pulled back to admire his handsome features, the pure, unadulterated joy on her face causing a warm feeling to seep into his chest. Then she got up and gestured to the door. “¡Vamos!”

     Eddie walked in a circle around Miguel, assessing his suit carefully. Margo had coded the nanobots to stay close to the AI's skin, revealing to his onlookers every curve and line of his imposing muscles. It was a little tight, in Eddie's opinion, but at least it wouldn't restrict his movements or get ripped up in a fight. He stopped in front of the AI and pointed to his hands. “Activate your talons - the suit should rearrange around them so it doesn't rip like fabric.”

     Miguel released his claws and the nanobots re-organised themselves around them, exactly as Eddie had described. “Technically, talons are for birds of prey - I'm a mammal, so these would more likely be considered ‘claws’.”

     Eddie rolled his eyes as he grabbed Miguel's hand to take a closer look. “Yeah, yeah. You're a hyperintelligent AI with access to everything on the Internet. Super impressive.”

     Miguel frowned, his muscles tensing with irritation. He always experienced a lot of negative emotions whenever Eddie was around. It wasn't jealousy - that was when someone else had something you wanted, and this man had absolutely nothing that Miguel could ever want. It was … well, protectiveness when it came to X, offence when the smaller man was being sarcastic and frustration when he wouldn't treat him like an actual human being; a living thing of flesh and blood just like him. Miguel glanced over at X standing by the window and took a few deep breaths when he saw the reassuring smile on her face. Now there was someone around whom he never experienced any negative emotions. She was always so sweet and supportive, so patient with him as he got accustomed to his new body, constantly checking in on him to make sure he felt safe.

     Eddie released his hold on Miguel and turned to face Margo. “Are the cameras working?”

     “Yup!” Margo confirmed, her gaze locked on the screens that reflected Miguel's point of view. “Ready to go when you are.” 

     She looked up and flashed Miguel a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. She could be even more sarcastic than Eddie, but without all the malice that poisoned Eddie's every word. Miguel liked how enthusiastic she would get whenever they discussed his programming - she'd specialised in it, so had more detailed knowledge on the matter than X did. Plus, it felt good to make friends. Miguel nodded in agreement, giving her a smile in return, then turned to Dr Connors for approval. The older man looked up from his position behind Margo and gave Miguel a nod, permitting him to make his way over to the window. Miguel walked over to X and she grabbed his arm when he reached her, then released it quickly so as not to arouse suspicion. 

     “Don't push yourself, Miguel: tell us if anything hurts or doesn't feel right, okay?” she beseeched him, eyes wide with concern. “We'll be tracking you over the cameras and the microphone, so everyone will be able to see and hear everything you say, ¿entiendes?” She paused to give him a warning look and Miguel nodded in understanding - no cheeky flirtations or tender declarations of his love for her tonight. Not until they were home again, at least. 

     “Sí, arañita,” he reassured her. It was a new nickname he'd given her after she'd shared with him all the research she'd done to understand how his spider DNA might affect him. She'd looked so cute, eyes wide with curiosity as she'd thrown at him all the information he'd already gathered with a quick search in his head. He'd asked her a few questions after, just so he could keep seeing that adorable expression on her face, and she'd jumped up on his lap in excitement, grabbing his wrists and brushing her fingers along his body as she'd explained his physiology. They'd stayed up extra late that night - ‘for research purposes’, Miguel had insisted, showing her exactly all the things his body could do. X curled her fingers around his wrist and gave him a gentle squeeze. 

     “Okay. Be careful, Miguel. I'll see you later, ¿bien?” He raised his arm slightly, causing her hand to fall down to his, and brushed his fingers against hers.

     “Hasta luego, arañita.”

Miguel deactivated his mask and gloves as he bounded over to X, barely concealing his excitement. “So? How did I do?”

X flashed him a smile, her eyes never leaving her monitor as she tracked his vitals and typed up his latest mission report. They'd been doing this for almost a month now and Miguel had already managed to take out three of the city's most wanted criminals. The project had been deemed a massive success as a result, so they'd left X to look after Miguel while the rest of them continued to try to replicate her research. “You did great!”

Miguel picked her up and lowered himself into her chair, setting her on his lap as he settled into his seat.

“Your body is regulating itself perfectly!” X informed him, keeping her eyes on the screens in front of her - she'd gotten used to the way he'd just pick her up and move her around like she weighed nothing at all. Then she twisted her head back to fix him with a knowing smile. “But your hormones are still a little high, Mr Spiderman.”

Miguel wrapped himself around her and grinned against her ear. “Maybe you can help me fix that, mi arañita hermosa.”

She giggled as he started pressing soft kisses down the side of her neck, then grabbed his hands to stop them from wandering all over her body. “Miguel. You should go take a shower, querido.”

He lay his head on her shoulder and kept his arms curled tightly around her small form. “Hmm. Can you help me, arañita?”

X let out another laugh. “You know how to shower, Miguel.”

“Mmm, I think I need a little more help,” Miguel argued. “Just a few more times. And then maybe I’ll get the hang of it.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately at his insistence: he had all the knowledge of the world at his fingertips - of course he knew how to take a shower.

“Fine.” She swung her legs together and turned around to look up at him. “But just a few more times, right?” Miguel slid his hands beneath her shirt and bent over to nip at her earlobe.

“Just a few more times,” he agreed unconvincingly. “Then I’ll probably figure it out. Maybe.”

X giggled as he began kissing her neck again, his hands running all along her torso and squeezing her smooth curves. Then he stood up and started ushering her towards the shower. “Come on. Vamos.”

“F****ck,” Miguel groaned, bracing himself against the wall as his c*m shot out of him and into her. The best part about having a physical body had to be the sex. It just felt so good, having her soft curves pressing up against him, her warm p*ssy squeezing his dick tight. And when she’d let him come inside of her? Mierda, that was probably the best part. He sighed as his cock went limp after having pumped all of his semen inside of her. Then he relaxed his muscles and stepped back slightly, giving her some space to catch her breath.

She loosened her grip on him as she came down from her high, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She’d thought he’d have needed a little more time to get used to his physical body, but he was so freakin’ good with it! His hands, his mouth, his … everything! She brushed her fingers along his cheek and smiled at the elated look on his face. “You ready to go to bed now, querido?”

Miguel grinned and took hold of her hand before turning to press a kiss to her palm. Then he guided her arm around his neck and leaned forward to start kissing her. He kept his mouth firmly on hers as they made their way over to the bed and X giggled as she stumbled back onto it. Then he crawled up on top of her before she could move and pinned her down against it.

“Miguel,” she whined, turning her head to the side so he couldn't kiss her mouth. “It's getting late. Can we go to sleep?”

Miguel sighed into the crook of her neck, disappointed. Then he rolled over onto his back, letting her curl up against him. They lay like that for a while, surrounded by the comfortable silence, then X pushed herself up onto her elbow and began tracing the lines of his chest with her finger. “Miguel?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his hand gliding up and down her back lazily.

“Do you think …” she paused and bit on her lip as she slid her hand up the side of his face. She stroked his cheek softly, her expression nervous as she ran her fingers across his jaw to brush his lips. Then she crawled on top of him and rested her head on his shoulder, thinking.

“How do you know your feelings for me are real?” she asked finally. “How do you know I didn’t just code them into you?”

Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as she ran her fingers through his hair, the soothing sensation causing him to fall drowsy. “Did you code my biology?”

“No,” X replied easily. “I just did your initial coding. You did everything else on your own.”

“Right,” Miguel agreed matter-of-factly. “So even if I did code them into my brain, I must have wanted them there, right?” He paused for a moment to let her digest his words, his long fingers travelling up and down her back reassuringly.

“Which means I must have had them anyway,” He finished. X rubbed her thumb along the side of his neck, thinking.

“Mmm,” she agreed softly, realising that he was right. It was true that she'd initially created him to be ‘the perfect guy’ for her, but you couldn't code feelings into an AI. So yes, she'd created him specifically for her to fall in love with, but she hadn't created him to fall right back in love with her. She lifted her head to press a kiss to his cheek, then she slid back onto the bed and snuggled up against his side. “Good night, querido, I love you.”

Miguel pressed his lips to the top of her head, relieved. “Good night, cariño. I love you too.”

He sat on the fire escape of the building across from her apartment, her work tablet clutched tightly in his hands. His gaze was fixed on the loading bar as it crawled across the screen, torturously slow - he'd be doing her a favour by getting rid of this thing once he was done with it. Then finally: ‘venom virus uploaded’. He snickered with delight, then disassembled the tablet and crushed the pieces to bits. The spurt of victory continued to rush through his veins as he climbed down the fire escape, then tossed the scraps of the tablet into the rubbish bin. He grinned as he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and began strolling back to the bus stop: that would show that dumb AI not to mess with him.

Tags: @jadeloverxd @migshusben

[mrsbakashi]

Can we please get one of Kakashi significant other going to the hospital sick while Kakashi goes to work. Than the significant other does testing at the hospital but the results won’t be in till later so Sakura will send the results home with Kakashi so she goes home. Later in the day Sakura drops the paperwork off to Kakashi & says “congrats your going to be a father” and Kakashi has to let his significant other know? If that makes sense! Thank you ❤️

this is so cute! i wanna thank you for requesting this (and trusting me to write it) 💕 because it's holiday season i turned it into a holiday-themed thing, i hope you don't mind!

this was super fun and sweet to write (tho i still don't feel 100% with it).

🎄CHRISTMAS GIFT 💝

words: 3K

a/n: i took inspiration for pregnancy symptoms + reasons from google and my friends (specially one with pos who got pregnant the same way), but i'm sorry for anything (?). also, this is unedited and english is hard.

⚠️ c.w.: afab reader, unplanned pregnancy, pos (polycystic ovary syndrome), christmas, the mention of sex while pregnant.

you flushed the toilet again and got up, opening the faucet and washing your face. the mirror told you you looked like a mess, absolutely horrible. deep dark circles, pale, dry lips, and, besides that, it felt like your body was fighting against itself and apparently it was winning - or losing. you lost count of how many times you threw up in the last couple of days and you were feeling all over the place. such a great way to feel on christmas eve.

kakashi opened the door of the bathroom, worried about you.

"come on, let's go to the hospital." you could tell he was worried, but tried to maintain his voice firm.

"no, i'm ok! i'm just a little dizzy, that's all."

there was no way in hell you would go to the hospital. you hated hospitals! no one has ever received good news in a hospital. best case scenario was "you're not sick" which is not exactly a good new, it didn't change anything. a good new would be "hey, we just discovered you're immune to every disease that has ever existed and you're practically immortal" or something similar. also there was the smell, the freaking white walls white everything. ugh, absolutely not!

"you've been throwing up for four days now, please, y/n."

"mind your fucking business, rokudaime." you told him, pushing him aside to leave the bathroom.

"you're my fucking business."

"how sweet." your voice was filled of sarcasm. you weren't usually this mean, but kakashi sounded like a broken record, insisting you went to the hospital when you clearly didn't want to.

you sat on the bed and closed your eyes, trying to make the world stop spinning. your mind was desperate trying to remember if you'd eaten something that could've caused this. maybe a new virus? either way, your body would get rid of it naturally, how it's supposed to do.

"no, really, go to work. i just need to eat something and lay down a bit." you tried to calm him down.

"you said that yesterday and the day before that, i can't leave you like this, come on."

"kakashi, drop it, i'm not going to the hospital!" he was starting to get on your nerves.

"i'm not asking, i'm informing. you can choose to go wearing what you are now or put something else on. you got 5 minutes."

"touch me and i swear to god i'll make you regret the day you were born!"

"honey, please..."

kakashi kneeled down before you and took your hands in his.

"i can't leave you like this, i haven't been able to focus properly because i'm worried about you, i'm running behind schedule at work. i'm asking you, please, let me take you to the hospital."

you sighed, looking at him. as the hokage, kakashi couldn't skip a day of work, he was responsible for absolutely everything, and he would work the whole day on christmas eve.

"i hate hospitals. i really do."

"i know. but we have to find out what's wrong."

you got up and changed from your pajamas to a loose dress, grabbing your purse on the way.

kakashi practically carried you to the very christmas descorated hospital, but you couldn't blame him, you knew he was worried. that was the only reason you were there, actually. you were sure there was nothing wrong, you could feel it it was only temporary, probably just something you ate, but you were doing this for him, to make him feel at ease.

he only left after putting you in one of the beds, as if you were so weak you couldn't walk or sit. taking one of the hospitals beds was ridiculous, but the place was nearly empty anyway, people seemed to avoid hospitals during the holidays.

the holidays.

you couldn't help but smile at the memory of your first holiday with kakashi, when he asked you to be his girlfriend under a mistletoe, and exactly a year later he proposed. you had had a crush on him for months before he actually made a move, and now there you were, six years later, married and happy. you wondered if he remembered, now that he was all busy with the hokage job. you couldn't blame him if he didn't, he was working late on christmas eve, he had a lot going on... but at least he would be yours tomorrow. all yours.

"hi, y/n!" sakura greeted you.

"hi, sakura."

sakura was wearing a santa hat and there were tiny reindeers and christmas trees on her scrub.

"i heard you're not feeling well today. what's wrong?" she asked, holding a clipboard, ready to write down everything and anything you said.

"it's really nothing, kakashi's just being dramatic..."

"well, you're already here, we can check it out, it's no trouble. so, what are you feeling?"

"well, the main thing is this sickness, my stomach feels so weird i can't eat anything, i just throw up right away."

"hm... what else?"

"well, this is what concerns kakashi the most, but i also feel tired all the time, you know? it's like i ran a marathon, i just want to sleep."

"ok, so basically you're throwing up, feeling nauseous, can't eat and feel super tired?"

"yeah, that's basically it."

"okay, and when was your last period?"

"shit, i have no idea... my cycle is not really regular... i have pos, i take the pill but it doesn't really help with the cycle, sometimes it's 20 days, but sometimes it's like 45, so i don't really pay attention to it. i should, i know, sorry. it also doesn't help that i take the same pill since forever."

"okay... did you take any medication lately?"

"oh, god... nothing special, just the occasional aspirin. but i did have to take antibiotics for my throat a while ago ago, but it was nothing serious."

"okay..." sakura was writing everything down and had a little smile on her face. "question: is the sickness worse in the morning, like right after you wake up?"

"yes! why is that?"

sakura smiled and kept writing down your symptoms.

"so, do you know what's wrong? it's really nothing, right? probably just something i ate?" you asked, hopeful.

"well, in a way, yes." she giggled, but you didn't understand why. "come on, i need to take your blood and run a few tests in order to be 100% sure."

ugh, needles.

your body shivered at the idea, you absolutely hated needles, but what were you going to do? you were at the hospital anyway, might as well do everything. you were sure sakura had a pretty good idea of what was wrong with you, so if she wants you to take a blood test, you will take a blood test... that somehow made you feel quite anxious. if sakura wanted you to take a blood test, and she had an idea of what was going on, then maybe it was not "nothing", or simply something you ate. the idea of it being something serious caused panic to wash over you.

sakura was very skilled, she took your blood quickly, you almost didn't feel a thing and you were so so thankful for that.

"can you tell me what do you think it is?" the panic in your voice was obvious.

"we better wait for the results, but don't worry, it's nothing bad, i promise." she replied, tagging the blood bottles.

you nodded, looking at the perfectly painted white wall. nothing bad... as if something good was an option. in hospitals. haha.

"so, because it's christmas eve we're really short on people and the results may take a while, but you can go home if you want. i know you hate hospitals, it'll only make you anxious staying here... i'll send the results to kakashi."

"really? thank you!"

"yes, just make sure you rest, get some sleep and drink loads of water, ok? and try to eat something. a fruit, a glass of milk, anything is better than nothing, your body needs it." she recommended.

"okay, doc."

sakura smiled and touched your arm.

"and don't worry, everything's okay. i'll ask konohamaru to take you home."

"oh no, don't worry, i'm ok, i can go by myself."

"it's no trouble, he's got nothing better to do. besides, kakashi would kill me if he found out i let you leave alone."

that was true and there was no doubt. kakashi was overprotective - it would be ridiculous if it wasn't somehow sweet.

konohamaru walked you home taking very seriously the mission of taking the hokage's wife home in safety, it was adorable.

as soon as you got home you boiled water to make a cup of tea and tried to keep your mind free of worries, but it was difficult. sakura's questions brought up a fear you were working really hard to ignore, specially because it matched your symptoms, but it couldn't be true, it just couldn't. not with you.

you snuggled up on the couch with your cup of tea and turned on the tv to try and distract your mind.

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

kakashi was finishing signing a huge pile of documents when sakura entered the office.

"hi, kakashi sensei!"

"hey, pink hair! i hope you didn't come here to deliver bad news... how's y/n? or did you come to talk about something else?"

"i brought her blood test results."

"is she ok? please, tell me she's ok!"

"she's ok, sensei!" sakura smiled. "she's home, that's why i'm giving the results to you."

kakashi took the envelope from sakura's hands, but didn't open it, instead waited for her to say what was really written in that piece of paper. he was trying to hide the fact that he was anxious and worried, but a bit calmer now that he knew you were home - if you were home it meant you didn't have to stay at the hospital, so it was nothing too serious.

"so?" he asked when sakura didn't speak.

"congrats, sensei, you're going to be a father!"

sakura couldn't hide her excitement, she believed children were a blessing and she was so happy her beloved sensei was going to be a father! being one of his genins she knew he would be an amazing father. kakashi, on the other hand, was frozen, still holding the envelope, not even blinking.

"sensei... are you... ok?"

"she's... pregnant?"

"yes!" sakura confirmed, smiling. "isn't that wonderful?"

"are you sure?!"

"yes! look at the results, she's around five or six weeks in!"

kakashi still seemed really confused, as if sakura had said that the sky is in fact green.

"how is that possible? you're not lying to me, are you?"

"no! see, she takes the pill, but antibiotics cut the effect of the pill, i don't think she was aware of that."

kakashi was so shocked he didn't reply, still trying to process the information, envelope in hands.

"sensei... is everything okay?"

"yes, of course!" he gave her his signature smile, his eyes becoming little crescent moons.

"i have to get back to the hospital... tell y/n i want to talk to her asap, we need to run other tests, start the antenatal check up, see if everything's okay, if she'd like to keep it..."

kakashi nodded, but he didn't seem to have listened to her, so she left and went back to the hospital. it took kakashi a while to fully process the new information, he was caught so off guard. after a few minutes he left the hokage tower telling shizune he had to rush home and not stopping to hear her complain about how late they already were with things.

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

"y/n!"

you woke up with a little jump when you heard kakashi call your name, realizing you had fallen asleep on the couch, the empty cup of tea on the floor. at least it didn't break.

"y/n!" kakashi called again.

"in the living room!"

three seconds later kakashi appeared with an envelope and a box in hands, almost running towards you.

"how are you? are you feeling better?" he asked, hands cupping your face, eyes analyzing every millimeter of your skin.

"i'm ok, i'm better. i told you i only needed to eat something. and sleep apparently. i'm better, there's no need to worry. is this the test results?"

"yes."

you reached out to the envelope, but kakashi didn't let you touch it. weird.

"well? can i please see it?" you asked, sarcastically.

kakashi shook his head, then sat by your side.

"i'd like to talk to you first" he said.

"you're acting weird... are the results bad? am i sick? what is it?"

"you're fine."

you raised an eyebrow, not believing him. your heart was beating fast, and you started to feel a little anxious with the idea that something was, in fact, wrong. maybe you really were sick.

"if i'm fine, then why you don't want me to see the results?"

he handed you the box, which you accepted suspiciously. you untied the ribbon and opened it up, seeing a pair of tiny tiny socks inside it. your heart skipped a beat.

"uh... what's this?"

"y/n, you're pregnant."

the words hit you and made the room spin. you dropped the box and time stopped while your mind tried to process the information. that's exactly what had crossed your mind at the hospital, but you were too afraid to even consider it. it might have been seconds or minutes before you looked back to kakashi.

"i'm sorry... what?!"

"you're pregnant." kakashi said the words very carefully, seeing how you received the new.

"no... no, it doesn't make sense. let me see this!"

you finally took the envelope from kakashi's hand and opened it up, taking a quick look at the numbers and then seeing the high number on hcg hormone.

there was probably a question mark tattooed on your face, because you were so confused. it just didn't make sense! you took the pill and, even without the pill the chances of you getting pregnant were lower than average because of pos... at least that's what the doctor said when you you were diagnosed. it didn't add up.

"you see, apparently antibiotics cut the effect of the pill."

antibiotics! of course!

"oh!"

you closed your eyes when it all started to make sense. the sickness, the mood swings, the sleepiness... you touched your stomach unconsciously, the sudden awareness that there was a life evolving there was mindblowing. your eyes burned and you started to blink to contain the tears.

"i'm sorry..." you said with a weak voice, trying to contain the scream in your throat.

the tears fell from your eyes nonetheless and you felt ridiculous. you had one job! and now it was all ruined. kakashi and you never really talked about having kids, but you could tell from the way he talked about his father that he was scared, probably terrified at the idea of traumatizing someone same way his father did. he loved his genins, he really did, and he was some sort of father to them, he'd go to hell and back for them, but that was different. he had already lost so many people, he didn't want to go through the pain of losing a loved one again - you were the only exception, the only one he had let in, the only one who was worth it enough to risk it, but that was it. and it's not like you were dying to be a mother - sure, you loved children and the idea of a mini kakashi running around the house made your heart feel warm, a little package of love, the result of how much you and kakashi loved each other, the chance to make it right, the way your parents hadn't... but to be honest the idea of being responsible for a life scared the shit out of you.

"you're sorry?" kakashi chuckled.

you nodded, the tears never stop falling.

"i'm sorry i was so stupid, i know you don't want to be a father... i'm sorry i don't know what to do!"

it was getting harder to speak and impossible to contain the tears. kakashi pulled you in to his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"honey, we're in this together. it's ok, you're ok."

he kept repeating you were okay, massaging your back while you held on his shirt for dear life and tried to pull yourself together.

finally, a few minutes later, you felt calmer. kakashi pulled your chin up to look at you. you could tell he was smiling under the mask.

"you're right, i didn't want to be a father. past tense. that was before you. you can't imagine how happy i am, how full i feel!"

"really?"

"honey, i love you! nothing could make me happier than starting a family with you!"

the tears came again, but this time it was because you felt incredibly happy and emotional. yes, it felt like you were all over the place.

"oh no, what's wrong?" kakashi asked, wiping away your tears.

your answer was to hold him tight and plant a kiss on his neck, which made him smile.

"so it's safe to say you also want a family with me?"

"of course i do!" you told him.

kakashi ran his fingers through your hair, something he knew made you feel calm and safe while in his arms and you two just stayed there for a while.

finally, when you were almost asleep he asked:

"what do you think it is? a boy or a girl?"

"hm... i think it's a boy. a silver haired boy that looks just like you and will annoy the hell out of me just like you do. i just know you two will be full of shenanigans."

"what if it's a girl? a beautiful lovely girl just like you that will be the center of my world just like you are. too clever for her own good, will always be on your side, even when she knows you're wrong."

you giggled, painting the picture in your head.

"what if we have twins? a boy and a girl." you asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

"then we're lost. completely. they would destroy the house while we'd watch in awe."

"i bet they would destroy the whole village, and no one would dare to stop them because they're the hokage's kids. they'd be little terrorists."

"oh yes, i can already picture them... shit, i'll have to hide my books."

"and the dogs, oh god... the house will be a complete mess 24/7!"

kakashi laughed.

"i can't wait for them to be here, i wanna hold 'em and smell their tiny head..."

"i have to say that the way you're so excited to be a father it's so hot and if i weren't already pregnant i'd ask you to put a baby in me right now."

"shit, i love you" he said, before pulling the mask down and kissing you passionately.

you weren't sure how it happened, but you were suddenly beneath him, your fingers pulling his hair while he kissed your neck. now that you knew you were pregnant you could blame it on the hormones, even though you knew that the truth was that, when it came to your husband, you were insatiable.

"thank you for the greatest christmas gift of my life." he whispered between kisses on your lips.

"the gift is not over yet. pants off, hatake."

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[lykaiosthinks]

journal entry: day 3

Day 3:

It’s been three whole days, and we’re already running into more problems than expected.

Cleo and Jo say they saw an infected while out on the street today. It’s been quite a while since we’ve seen one. I’m not sure if this means anything, but I think it’d be safer if I started accompanying them on their outings. Thankfully it was nowhere close to our base, but we still need to be on high alert after that. I wonder how close they got. I didn’t think to ask when they were telling me, but I’d prefer if they had just seen it from a distance.

Although I wonder how Jo or I would fare against one. I wouldn’t say we’ve been unnecessarily afraid, but it’s certainly possible that we could be immune to an extent. I suppose I’ve been infected since this virus even became an issue. I attempted to run tests on myself before the outbreak, which resulted in varying amounts of success. I’m not sure how long Jo was infected before I met her but it couldn’t have been long, since she was still in relatively good condition when I first encountered her.

It’s probably not a good idea to test any theories soon, though. Us finding another infected is one issue, it finding us is a much bigger problem that we don’t have the time or resources to deal with. Saying that makes me now realize that my fighting skills are probably not up to par. I’ve very much fallen behind Cleo and Jo; they’ve become much more skilled in combat since I’ve known them.

What have I even been doing this whole time? I remember things that I’ve done with Cleo and Jo. Cleo made us do that movie marathon, and Jo sometimes takes us out to help her find things to decorate her room with. I don’t really remember a lot of what I do in my spare time, though. I think I’ve been doing research on this virus in search of some sort of cure, which would explain the mass of documents and books around my room. As far as I know, I haven’t made progress in a long time, which is probably why I don’t remember much. It’s all just the same thing, over and over again, blending into a slurry of dimly lit memories. Cleo and Jo visit me sometimes, so maybe I can ask them tomorrow. Hopefully once we get out of here, I’ll have a better memory. As much as I could probably figure out the issue, I can’t take my focus off our current plans. There’s too much on the line here.

This journal has been helpful, though. It’s been a nice way to relax at the end of the day, and it’s a convenient way to help recall what’s happened. I should hope that I’ll remember this when we leave, but maybe there will be some memories that are best left here.

[scullysexual]

Spooky Mulder's UFO Club.

After losing a bet, Scully is forced to join Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club. (actually it’s called The Study of Unexplained Phenomena Project, and it’s a class not a club, but whatever) Ridiculed throughout the school by students and staff alike, Scully wants to get it over with as soon as she can and come “back down to earth” when a class trip up to Alaska, to do their own investigations into the mysterious deaths of four hikers, finds them stranded with an unknown virus wreaking havoc and a woods that becomes its own entity at night, Scully realises this dumb little class packs a lot more horror than she bargained for.

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Based on the Dyatlav Pass Incident, this is an idea that me and one of my friends have had for a while. While this is solely written by myself, I do have her to thank for the idea to turn it into a fic.

Despite having four chapters already written I'm not sure if I'll ever post the rest. If you'd like to see more in the future then please do let me know as that will contribute a lot in my decision.

This fic is a high school au (because I cannot write a normal case file to save my life) It features an Ethan/Scully ship and has brief mentions of bi-polar disorder. I also know nothing about American school or America in general. This is unbetaed but so much fun to write.

@today-in-fic

Why she had agreed to come here, she has no idea. It wasn’t like her presence would be missed if her current situation was anything to go by: stood in the corner of the kitchen, drinking subpar alcohol that tasted more like piss than the fruity cocktail it was supposed to resemble, and being ignored by virtually everyone around her. She should leave, could leave, nobody would stop her…except she didn’t have a car to drive herself home in. Dana rolls her eyes, the anger shimmering in her chest as she revisits the argument she’d only just had with her father before she’d left for the party. Ultimately, he didn’t think she needed one, she had him, her mother, and even BJ to drive her wherever she needed. Dana knew that in actual fact it was so she’d stay under his thumb, know where she was, and more importantly, who she was with. With her own car, she’d be free to go when she liked and her father had made that mistake with her sister: On her seventeenth birthday Melissa had been gifted a car and a year later she’d used it to drive herself down to California to be with her girlfriend without a word said to anyone. How Dana wished her sister had taken her with her.

The worse part of it all, she knew how to drive but after Melissa’s escape it was Dana who had suffered the consequences. Even sharing with BJ was out of the question after a Manic Missy episode had left BJ’s car busted in a ditch. It had been the funds for Dana’s car that had brought BJ his new one. Instead, she relied on Ethan to ferry her around, something she knew he hated.

In fact, Ethan was why she was here, begging her to come to this party because Marcus only turns 18 once and it’s gonna be wild. She had things to do- a Biology test to study for on Monday, and maybe, just maybe, she wanted to take some time out for herself. But Ethan had begged and nagged and perhaps muttered something about having an uncool girlfriend and no, normally she wouldn’t let a comment like that bother her but it had been Ethan who’d said it and Ethan was the one currently keeping her higher up on the high school pecking order than a geeky, ginger, and glasses-wearing girl should be. And so she had caved in, gone to this party at the behest of Ethan only to be ditched within the hour. Where the hell was he anyway?

She finds him in the living room, sat amongst his friends as they try to play beer pong and fail miserably.

“Hey Danes,” Ethan greets when he sees her. “Where’re you been this whole time?”

“Kitchen,” Dana responds and doesn’t elaborate. “Can I talk to you?”

Ethan stares at her when she says no more and fortunately gets the hint.

“Sure,” he says, standing up, wobbling a bit as he does so. He makes an effort to laugh at himself and some of his friends let out a light chuckle as he slowly manoeuvres himself around the furniture, coming towards her.

“Sup?” he asks, leaning against the wall for what Dana assumes is balance. He’s so close to her Dana can smell the same pissy drink she was drinking earlier and takes a step back in disgust.

“I want to go home,” she says plainly.

Ethan chuckles lightly. “Dana, I…” he lets out a huff of air. “I don’t think I can take you home.”

Her stomach drops as she looks at him, eyes glazed over and a stupid grin on his face. Ethan was her only ride home.

“Maybe you could ask someone els3?” Dana scoffs. “Or…or stay. Plenty of people are staying, camp out in a spare room with the girls or something…”

She doesn’t remind him of how little she knows anyone here. “It’s fine,” she says instead. “I’’ll…I’ll just walk it.”

“Dana, I can’t let you walk it.”

“Then I’ll call my dad.”

“He doesn’t know you’re here, remember.”

She stares at him for a moment.

“Could you not sober up?” she asks in a quiet voice.

“Dana…the party’s just started.”

She nods. Got it. No ride home from Ethan tonight.

“Ring this house when you get home, okay?” He starts heading back towards his friends. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t even have-“ But Ethan is gone, back to his beer pong game. “Marcus’ number…” Dana finishes. She watches him one last moment, completely ignoring her as he laughs and plays and takes another gulp of his drink, then she stalks through the crowd and out the front door.

The garden is mostly empty. With the main birthday party happening in the basement and the curtains drawn, no one would be any wiser to a bunch of high schoolers getting drunk inside. Dana sits down on a bench overlooking Marcus’ mini golf course A few stoners and those also unwanted loiter around but they ignore her as much as she ignores them. The only thing on her mind was how was she getting home.

“Marcus would be the prick to have a golf course, wouldn’t he?”

Dana turns around to the source of the voice. There stands a boy she actually recognises; tall, brown hair, sporty. The type of boy every girl (and maybe boy) would whisper about, want, a trophy boyfriend that would get them high place on the pecking order…if only he wasn’t so low himself. His reputation destroys any hope of being popular, of being wanted by any of the significant girls, so much so that Phoebe Green refuses to acknowledge a relationship between the two ever even happened. He is Spooky Mulder to pretty much everyone, a disgrace to the science world of their school, and a joke to everyone else. The sweatshirt he always wears bearing the letters TS0UP is the cause of that damning reputation.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Dana regards him cooly. “I know who you are, Mulder.”

He smiles at that, a smile that would make any girl weak at the knees, but Dana stands strong, watching him with the caution of watching a bear (or a Big Foot, the creature popping into her mind but she banishes that again. What did Big Foot look like anyway?)

They shared a Psychology class together. Dana only took it because she was taking pretty much every other science, may as well tack psychology onto the list as well. Mulder, however, seemed to generally enjoy it, always listening, always doing well in tests. It was his participation that dragged his grades down, though, he never spoke, just listened. Anywhere else and that would have been endearing.

There was another time they’d met each other, however. 6th grade Geography were they had been paired together for a project. There topic was Bashful Peak in Alaska and they had spent weeks building a model of the mountain- weekends and after school spent at Mulder’s house creating it was a very fond memory Dana still had. They had done a presentation on it as well, both received an A+ for their work.

They hadn’t spoken to each other much after that, only a brief smile in the halls. When they got to high school, Dana climbed the ladder as Mulder fell, and they stopped acknowledging each other all together.

“I’m just wondering why you’re here,” Dana questions as kindly as she can. He went to less parties than she did.

Mulder shrugs. “Wanted to see what all the fuss was about, I didn’t get in the front door, though. You, however…” He cocks his head to the side. “I didn’t realise you were best friends with Marcus Shelby.”

At that she can’t help but smile.

“I’m not. Ethan…” She tries to find the words to describe. “Marcus knows of Ethan so…”

“So you got invited as a plus one. But you’re not in there, you’re out here.”

“I’m trying…I want to go home…Ethan…is- was- my ride back and…” She didn’t want to explain to a stranger that she doesn’t have a car.

“But Ethan is passed out somewhere?” Dana doesn’t say otherwise. “I’ll tell you what…” Mulder makes his way into the golf course and grabs hold of a club while still holding his drink in his other hand and holds it out for her. “Get the ball over the fence and beyond the wall, you got yourself a free ride”

Dana eyes the club and the wall nervously. “And if I don’t get it over I lose my ride?”

Mulder smiles. “I’ll still drive you-“ Relief spreads through her. “But…If I get it over you join T-soup.”

The relief vanishes. Her face drops as she eyes up his sweatshirt. Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club is a joke. No self-respecting person would ever go near it and what made it worse was it was, in fact, a class and not a club, a complete waste of school resources. He had to be kidding.

“Why?” she asks.

“Why…?”

“Why do you want me to join?”

Mulder shrugs. “I guess we could use more people who think like you. Makes it interesting.”

“No.” she outright says.

Mulder grins, undeterred. “You better hope I miss then.” He shakes the club in his hand but before Dana can grab it he pulls it back. “Just one more question. You’re not drunk, are you? I wouldn’t want you to be at a disadvantage.”

“I’m not. Are you?”

“Not a drop,” he answers.

Dana regards him. “You’re drinking,” she says, nodding to his cup.

“Orange juice.”

She doesn’t believe him.

“Try it if you don’t believe me.”

She takes the cup from his offered hand, drinking a small sip. It was orange juice. Only orange juice. She hands it back to him.

“Give me the club then.”

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter if she got the ball over the wall, she was getting her part of the deal regardless. She only starts to worry when it’s Mulder’s turn. He places the ball down, lines the club up with it as perfect as he believes it is and hits it. The ball soars over the fence, pass where Dana’s landed, all the way over to the wall.

Her heart sinks as Mulder smiles at her, unable to hide his joy.

“I’ll order you a T-soup sweatshirt as soon as possible.”

This was going to be the end of her.

[atlasdoe]

Hello my name is Ace and i'm back on my lab rats bullshit so i'm rewatching the entire show

i've been trying to sort out all of the characters ages in my head since the dawn of time so im using this rewatch as an opportunity to keep record of all the times the characters mention their ages or time as a whole

also i would like to make it known that i have no idea how American schools work

also also I know that this is a kids show and I knew that the timeline had issues way before I started this but it was a fun thing to keep track of as I watched and now I have this information and I have no idea what to do with it so enjoy i guess

Lab Rats

Season 1, Episode 1: Crush, Chop and Burn Part 1

- All of the siblings attend High School meaning that they are from the ages of 13 - 18

- All of the siblings attend the same gym class

Season 1, Episode 8: Bionic Birthday Fail

- It's Leos 14th birthday

- Donald says that he's 38

this particular episode first aired on May the 7th so this could be Leo's date of birth but it's never said what the day is in the episode

also side note but it is cannon that Davenport did not celebrate Adam Bree and Chases birthdays up until this point. Also they don't know who Santa is but do celebrate Christmas with presents and decorations the same as seen in episode 3

Season 1, Episode 14: Chore Wars

- Chase says that 2009 was 3 years ago making the year this episode takes place 2012

Season 1, Episode 15: Dude, Wheres My Lab

- It's summer vacation meaning that it takes place during the months of May, June, July or August

Season 1, Episode 16: Air Leo

- Leo says that he's 14

- The episode takes place in the school meaning that if it was summer vacation in the last episode then it's a new school year in this one. American school years start in either late August or early September

Season 1, Episode 17: Night of the Living Virus

this isn't really anything but it was very obvious to me that this episode was shot before the others. Not only does Chase have his old haircut that he had for the first few episode but the sofa has the old throw pillows that they changed at the end of the second episode. Idk what this means for the timeline of when this episode took place (i believe it's a halloween episode as it aired in October) so idk if this episode is supposed to take place before the other episodes or if the producers just didn't care enough to care about the changes

- Caitlin is at least 16 years old in this episode as they mention her sweet 16

Season 1, Episode 20: Mission Space

- Leo says that Marcus is a Sagittarius

- Bree says that she's also a Sagittarius

Sagittarius have their birthdays between November 22nd and December 21st

Season 2, Episode 1: Speed Trapped

- Leo says he's 14

Season 2, Episode 2: Spy Fly

- Leo says that Davenport is almost 40

- It appears that Adam and Chase are in the same health class since they have the same assighment

- Bree and Leo are both doing the same physics test in the same class

Season 2, Episode 9: Spikes Got Talent

- At the beginning of the episode the siblings talk about the yearbook and about how everyone got a most likely to apart from Chase. This indicates that the yearbooks have just been handed out. When yearbooks come out depends on the school but it's mostly near the end of the school year

Season 2, Episode 12: Trucked Out

- Adam gets his drivers license meaning that he is at least 16 years old

Considering he passed on his first test and Bree, Chase and Leo don't have their licenses we can safely assume that Bree, Chase and Leo are all under the age of 16 in this episode

Season 2, Episode 15: Bionic Showdown Part 2

- Marcus is under the age of 16

Season 2, Episode 16: Memory Wipe

- The siblings erase 24 years of Donalds memory making him think that he's 15. Meaning that in this episode he would've been 39

Season 2, Episode 19: Llama Drama

- It's leading up to the homecoming game. Homecoming usually takes place in late September or early October meaning that it is probably a new school year

Season 2, Episode 20: The Haunting of Mission Creek High

- It's the homecoming dance meaning that it's still late September/early October

Season 2, Episode 21: Perry 2.0

- Adam and Bree seem to have gym class together but they're literally in gym for the entire episode apart from a small scene where they're at lunch so that might've been some special type of sport day or something like that

Season 2, Episode 23: Prank You Very Much

- It's been 150 days since Janelle and Leo first spoke to each other. Janelles first appearance in the show was Season 1 Episode 10: Can I Borrow the Helicopter? meaning that it (should) have been no more then 150 days since that episode. Though this doesn't make much sense since some of the most recent episodes revolves around homecoming which starts at the beginning of the school year and we already had a summer vacation episode last season and there is no way that everyone from "Dude Where's My Lab?" and "Llama Drama" happened within a month

Season 2, Episode 24: 'Twas the Mission Before Christmas

- It's Christmas Eve

- Tasha says that it's their first Christmas together but again like i just said this makes no sense since at least one christmas should've passed

- Bree says that Davenport Industry's have been risking the fate of mankind since 1992. If she hasn't made this year up then that means that if Donald is 39 in this episode and this episode takes place in 2012 like they're suggesting (even tho the episode came out in 2013. If this is their first christmas together it should be 2012) then Davenport Industry's started 20 years ago when Donald was 19

- Chase says that he is 15

Season 2, Episode 25: Trent Gets Schooled

- Part of this episode revolves around taking pictures for the Yearbook. Since Bree mentions her photo from the previous year and yearbook photos were mentioned in Spikes Got Talent this means that the siblings have DEFINITELY been going to school for longer then a year

- Leo and Trent both say that it's not football season. Football season is usually late August/early September to mid/late October meaning that it is not during this time in the episode

- Trent does a test in this episode and after passing he graduates immediately and then becomes the coach. Idk if it's possible for Trent to just immediately graduate at a random point in the school year or if this had to have taken place during the end of the school year

Season 3, Episode 5: Zip It

- Bree, Chase and Caitlin all get a part time job in this episode. In California you have to be at least 14 to work so this doesn't tell us anything about how old they are considering we know that Chase is at least 15 but I'm keeping it in anyway

Season 3, Episode 7: Scramble the Orbs

- Leo, Adam and Janelle have a gym class together

Season 3, Episode 9: Taken

- Douglas is at least 40 years old as he shows Leo a video from his 40th birthday party. This means that Donald has to be over the age of 40

Season 3, Episode 10: Three Minus Bree

- Eddy says that Leo is 16 years old

Season 3, Episode 12: Cyborg Shark Attack

- It's summer as said by Perry and indicated in what the characters are wearing but the school is still open meaning it might be around May - June

Season 3, Episode 13: You Posted What!?! Part 1

- Donald says that he's had Adam Bree and Chase for 16 years meaning that they are all at least 16 years old

Season 3, Episode 14: You Posted What!?! Part 2

- Donald says that he's 43

Season 3, Episode 15: Armed and Dangerous

- Donald says that he and the trio have had 16 years of training

Season 3, Episode 17: Brother Battle

- Bree mentions working a 12 hour shift at Tech Town. According to Google people under the age of 18 can be asked to work for longer then 8 hours a day in exceptional circumstances. They can ask only if no one who's over the age of 18 is available to do the work

Season 3, Episode 20: Merry Glichmas

- It's Christmas

- Leo says he's 16

- In the last Christmas episode Chase says that he's 15 meaning that for this Christmas Chase has to be at least 16. Since Leo says that he's 16 and it's could either be that Chase is only a few months older then Leo or that this episode takes place two years after the last Christmas episode and Chase is 17

Season 3, Episode 22: The Rise Of The Secret Soldiers Part 2

- It's given off that Krane began raising the secret soldiers since they were babies behind Douglas back as Douglas says that he had a tone of baby pictures meaning that Douglas and Krane must've been working together for at least 16 years

Season 3, Episode 23: Bionic House Party

- Bree mentions that some of the soldiers used her prom dress for target practice giving the impression that Bree has either already attended prom or was planning to soon. Since Bree is never seen with a stable boyfriend throughout the show it's likely that this was for her own prom. Students who attend prom are the senior class who are aged 17/18 years old. (i just wrote this and played the episodes only for Chase to say that the odds of her using it were very slim. Idk why Bree would have a prom dress if she never intends to go to prom but this could likely mean that she's a senior at the moment and already brought her dress before asking anyone to be her date) (idk use your imagination)

- Leo says that Donald is way older then he claims to be, giving the impression that throughout the show Leo has thought that Donald was younger then he really is because Donald keeps lying about his age. So far Donald has mentioned himself being 43. This would make somewhat sense if it wasn't for the memory wipe episode

- Bree says that Leo found them five friends in three years indicating that the first episode took place 3 years ago and if that episode took place in 2012 then it is currently 2015

Season 3, Episode 24: First Day Of Bionic Academy

- Bree says that she's still waiting on her sweet sixteen party meaning that Bree is at least 16 years old

- Leo has had his bionics for six months meaning it's been six months since the episode You Posted What!?! took place

- Bree mentions how she got stood up by a boy on prom night. this might be calling back to her unused prom dress

Season 4, Episode 4: Under Siege

- Leo refers to the time where Bree and Chase were looking after Kerry (Perrys niece) in the season 2 episode 18: Adam Up as "last year".

- Adam says that Leo is 16 years old

Season 4, Episode 6: Mission Mania

- Leo says he's been going on missions for over a month. His first mission would've been sometime after Rise of the Secret Soldiers

Season 4, Episode 8: Forbidden Hero

- Bree says that she has matured since high school giving off the impression that she did graduate. But it's noteworthy that none of the siblings go to school anymore and with Leo's last confirmed age being 16 he and maybe Chase should at least still be going. I can understand Chase no longer attending because there isn't much for school to teach him and he could've easily graduated early but it's odd for Leo to have just stopped especially since Tasha seems like the kind of mother to put Leos education over his bionic life. Also the last episode where we see the siblings attending school was Season 3, Episode 19: Face Off. In this episode all of the siblings were attending school. The show has never been accurate or cared about the characters ages when it comes to school and what classes they're attending so idk why i keep expecting them to subtly have Adam no longer be a student anymore or something but it was worth a try. Either way i think it's fair to say that school is giving us nothing in terms of finding out how old these characters are supposed to be.

- Also since i'm pretty sure that this is Caitlins last appearance in the show i'll mention now that she should be at least 19 years old since the Season One episode: Night Of The Living Virus mentions her sweet sixteen and with season one taking place in 2012 and this episode taking place in 2015 at the earliest, Caitlin should be at least 19. Although with that being said she was seen in Season 3 Episode 16: Alien Gladiators in school which she should've graduated by then. Again, the school setting seems to be ruining everything for me right now

Season 4, Episode 12: Space Elevator

- Chase says that their bionic secret has been out for a year meaning that it has been at least a year since Season 3 Episode 13/14: You Posted What!?! and it's been at least six months since the Bionic Academy opened

- Chase says that he went to High School for a year an a half meaning that everything that happened between the Season One, Episode One and Season Three Episode Nineteen happened within a year and a half (seems unlikely but okay)

Season 4, Episode 13: Bionic Action Hero Part 1

- Despite the fact that Leo moved up two colours in the last episode he's back to wearing the yellow shirt in this one meaning that this episode could've taken place before the last one but chances are the writers just don't care

Season 4, Episode 15: One Of Us

- We don't see Leo in his uniform in this episode but looking at the extras nobody is wearing the yellow shirt. In Season 2, Episode 12: Space Elevator all of the students moved up a colour and Leo two colours meaning that this episode takes place after the Space Elevator one definitely

- Bree says that she has 30 more years of being really cute. idk what this could tell us about her age currently but i'm taking what i can get

Season 4, Episode 18: The Curse of the Screaming Skull

- It's their first halloween at the Academy

Season 4, Episode 19: On The Edge Part 1

- Leo says that Chase named himself mission leader when he was 14 and Chase corrects him and says that he was 12. This could indicate that the trios first mission was when Chase was 14 and that's why Leo thought he named himself leader then

Season 4, Episode 20: On The Edge Part 2

- It's been two weeks since the last episode

Season 4, Episode 22: And Then There Were Four

- In the episode On The Edge, Leo becomes a mentor but for this episode he is back in his students uniform for whatever reason meaning that this episode could've taken place before On The Edge

- Douglas says that Daniel was just a baby the day that Donald took Adam Bree and Chase from him meaning that when Donald took the kids Daniel already existed

- Daniel is thirteen in this episode WHICH MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE. Donald said in You Posted What!?! that he had Adam Bree and Chase for 16 years. this episode takes place at least a year after that one meaning that it should've been no less then 17 years since Donald took Adam Bree and Chase in. If Daniel already existed when Donald did this (which he did) then he should be at least 17 years old

- Bree refers to her, Adam and Chase as teenagers so they all had to have been under the age of 19 and since it was said before that Donald must've had the trio for 17 years at this point their ages should be Adam: 19 Bree: 18 and Chase: 17

- It's said that the siblings threw Chase a 16th birthday party without inviting Chase (ouch) meaning that Chase is at least 16 years old

Season 4, Episode 23: Space Colony Part 1

- Perry says that she snuck up to space with the rest of the colonists when they were sent up. The colonists have been in space for almost a month and Perrys most recent appearance was in Season 4, Episode 21: Ultimate Tailgate Challenge, meaning that it has been at least a month since that episode took place

Season 4, Episode 25: The Vanishing Part 1

- Leo is back in his mentor outfit

- Bree says that she's a teenager and doesn't even have her drivers licence yet but there's no way i'm believing that she's under the age of 16 so i'm just gonna guess that she didn't have a chance to take any tests yet

Lab Rats Elite Force

Season 1, Episode 1: The Rise Of Five

- Donald says that he used to play in the subway 40 years ago. imma say that this means that he's at least 45 years old

Season 1, Episode 3: Power Play

- Bree says that there's three teenage boys living in the penthouse meaning that Chase, Kaz and Olivier are all still teenagers

Season 1, Episode 8: Coming Through in the Clutch

- The episode is focused on an Olympic send off event where fans can go and meet Olympians before they go to the Olympic games in Rio. They mention the Olympics being the ones held in Rio multiple times throughout the episode. The Rio Olympics were held in 2016 meaning that this episode takes place sometime in the summer of 2016 making this 4 years after the first episode of Lab Rats

- Bob says that he's 14 now meaning that he wasn't during season 4 of Lab Rats

Season 1, Episode 9: The Intruder

- Aj is 10 years old

- Chase says that his birthday is August 5th

Season 1, Episode 13: Sheep-Shifting

- It's Halloween and is implied to be the Elite Forces first Halloween together

- Bree says that she's 17 (idk how)

Season 1, Episode 15: They Grow Up So Fast

- Tasha visits in this episode with Naomi. During the Season 4 finale Tasha tells the family that she's pregnant and that it's a girl. The earliest you have to be to find out the sex of your baby is around 14 weeks but Doctors generally recommend waiting until 19-20 weeks (around 4 months.) Tasha does not seem to be showing at all during the season 4 finale (probably because the actress Angel wasn't pregnant and they didn't see the need to have her wear some kind of fake bump or anything since she wasn't so far in) and you start showing around 16-20 weeks leading me to believe that she was around 14-16 weeks pregnant at the time which is around 3 months meaning that Tasha had around 6 months until Naomi was born. Tasha says that she "hasn't had a moment to herself in 11 months meaning that Naomi is 11 months old in this episode. meaning that it's been around 17 months (a year and 5 months) since Lab Rats ended

- Namoi being 11 months old means that it must've been at least that long since the Elite Force was brought together as during Season 1, Episode 5: Need For Speed Douglas says that Donald isn't with the Elite Force because he wanted to be with Tasha when the baby arrived and during Season 1, Episode 7: The List Donald send the Elite Force a box of their old things as he was turning the lab into a nursery for the new baby. Although they never say if Naomi had been born yet.

Notes

I originally had the idea of making some form of a timeline of events to try to get something out of all of this but I literally did not have enough brain cells to do so. If you want to feel free though

I don't know why I did this. For some reason I just find this fun but I'm sure that we can all agree that this timeline is fucked and makes no sense whatsoever.

Anyways... i hope you got something out of reading all of this if you did *thumbs up emoji*

[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

And We All Fall Down

This is part 10 of my fic Not Everyone Survives (But I will do the Best I Can). Tags and other chapters can be found here!

“It’s unethical. Inhumane.”

“This whole apocalypse is inhumane, Kei. Sometimes we have to do bad things to create some good.”

Koutarou wouldn’t realize this for a while. Kenma didn’t expect him to, and he definitely wouldn't make it a super known fact. He'd probably tell Shouyou, Bokuto, and Akaashi.

But according to what he’d found, the captain was immune to the virus. Which, in theory, was good. But it also meant that people would want him. To find a cure. Which was…good in theory, but Kenma didn’t exactly like that idea of their Captain being experimented on.

He walked into Koutarou’s room, where the man was doing sit-ups, which he definitely was not medically cleared to do. Kenma cleared his throat and watched the man’s eyes widen.

“Oh! Kenma! Hi, I was uhm! Doing…something…that was not sit-ups!”

“You’re going to tear your stitches,” he hissed.

“But I gotta keep up my muscle,” Bokuto protested in a whine.

“No. You have to take it easy so that you don’t rip your stitches.”

“Fine. Did ya need something?”

“Yeah, where’s Keiji?”

“I think he’s with the sharpshooters in training. I dunno, you know he just kinda does whatever to help out.”

“Yeah. Stay here, don’t do any more physically strenuous activity, and I will be right back.”

“You got it!”

The blonde went downstairs, walking into the room where they trained newer recruits. Keiji was in fact there.

“Akaashi,” he called, leaning in the doorway and watching the ravenette raise an eyebrow in acknowledgment but not look over yet.

“I need to talk to you.”

A nod, and the other finished with the recruit he was working with before walking over. Kenma nodded in the direction of the stairs and they walked up.

“Should I get Kuroo?”

“Probably, yeah. Meet us in Bokuto’s room.”

Keiji nodded, going off to find the other man. Kenma went back to Koutarou’s room. Now, he was doing curls.

“Bokuto!”

The man simply groaned, rolling his eyes, as he dropped the weight.

“Fine.”

Akaashi walked in with Tetsurou, and they all sat on the bed. Kenma closed the door to the room.

“Okay, the mutants that attacked Bokuto were fully capable of transferring the virus,” he started, and everyone in the room went tense. “I knew that, and so I ran tests on him. To see if he was a risk. Since he was bedridden and I figured since he’s captain and also our friend, we didn’t have the time to wait and see. And…”

Bokuto was clutching Akaashi’s hand, Kuroo looking ready to collapse.

“He shows no signs of the virus. I think he’s immune. Not even think, I know he’s immune. This has happened before and he’s never contracted it.”

The relieved breaths and Akaashi pulling himself closer to Koutarou, the ravenette leaning on the other man now, as Kuroo rubbed his hands down his face, were sights the blonde liked seeing, after the past 3 weeks.

“Kenma, you made it sound like he was about to have to be put down for fuck’s sake!” Kuroo complained.

“I know, I’m sorry. But no, Bokuto is immune. I, uhm…don’t think we should tell anyone. We don’t want anything bad to happen to him under good intentions.”

Keiji nodded, though Bokuto and Kuroo tilted their heads.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Koutarou asked.

“We all want the apocalypse to stop. Immunity means a possible cure. And a cure means potentially stopping the apocalypse. And well, some people are getting desperate. Have you told Ushiwaka that we’re pulling out of project 705?”

“We’re telling him tonight.”

“Alright, good.”

“So we don’t tell anyone else. Okay.”

Keiji nodded to himself, and Bokuto and Kuroo followed suit.

“Especially not Vega.”

“Yeah, no, they’d probably take him.”

“Or fight us for him.”

Nods across the room.

“So, I’m cool!” Koutarou concluded. Akaashi let out a breathy laugh.

“Yes, Kou,” he conceded, pressing a kiss to the other man’s cheek. “You’re cool.”

—

“Two tanks,” Satori urged. Shirabu sent the message at Ushijima’s prompting.

“We could let them recover and then revisit this, maybe,” Semi suggested. At the polite denial that Torch sent in return, Ushiwaka opened his mouth to agree.

“Two tanks, gas for the next three months, and a good amount of the cure if we manage to create it.”

Shirabu looked incredulous. Semi’s face remained blank. Ushijima sat for a long time.

“Wakatoshi, we have to do this for Taichi. We have to, and we have to convince them. Cmon, Toshi, we have to,” Tendou implored the brute. His eyebrow twitched, and his mouth downturned slightly, yet when he spoke, it was in agreement.

That was the game. Eita had figured it out the moment that Wakatoshi stepped into power. It had been him first, because the giant was never good at handling change and this was the biggest change of their lives. And Tendou…well, nobody thought of Tendou as stable enough to lead. So while he shut down, Semi was captain. Then Ushijima and Satori stepped in as Captain and second in command. Although the brute was only captain until big decisions needed to be made.

“Toshi, do this,” and it was done. Their captain was a puppet. But Eita didn’t care. It kept them safe. The only people they lost were rugrats. It ran things efficiently and effectively and sometimes he got to step back into power. Even when he didn’t, he still had more than anyone else on base.

It was very clear that Wakatoshi didn’t want to continue to raise the payment. He was sure the man would’ve called it off a long time ago, and just let Torch be, if Satori hadn’t spoken.

But he had. And a puppet will not disobey its master, only screw up its face and deal with it.

The normally inexpressive brunette had a slight frown and a line between his eyebrows. Which meant he was extremely displeased. But Tendou didn’t notice, this time.

Torch sent in another polite refusal, though a little more pushy this time. Keiji’s voice sounded a bit more uncomfortable when it sounded in the room.

“While we wholeheartedly appreciate you trying to make this worth our while, and the offer itself, we will have to decline. As you are aware, Torch is recovering from its own issues, and we will be permanently resigning from assistance with project 705 for our own safety. Thank you for the opportunity to work with you, and thank you for the offers. We do not expect the tank we were promised, nor do we ask for one. However, no offer will be high enough to make us change our resignation. Thank you again, but Torch will have to remove itself from your scientific affairs. We do hope that you forgive this, and that you understand. Ending communication.”

Tendou was shaking. Ushijima sighed. Semi…

Semi had lost hope in Taichi a long time ago. Until recently. But there was something that they were missing. Something that Torch may not have even been able to help with. So he wasn’t upset.

Shirabu set the laptop back on the desk.

“Don’t they understand that this isn’t just for Taichi? This is for all of us!” Tendou said suddenly. Shirabu glanced away.

“Bokuto almost died. It’s reasonable for them to want to pull out, Tendou—“

“Shirabu, you wouldn’t understand. We’re all going to die eventually if we don’t find a goddamn cure.”

“Well, we could at least let them recover,” Semi interjected. Satori only got more upset.

It was expected. Still, he felt a small bit of irrational protectiveness surge up within him when the redhead started going on and on and Shirabu inched closer to him. He took a few steps closer to the younger, putting himself partially between Tendou and Kenjirou.

They’d deal with it. Ushijima put a hand out and Satori quieted.

“We will continue working on project 705. We do not need Torch’s help. We will do this ourselves.”

“Yes, sir.” Semi replied with a nod. Shirabu nodded behind him.

“You two are dismissed.”

His mind was racing as he went back to the lab, as he looked at Taichi in the tank.

“Alrighty, rugrats, let’s get to it.”

They didn’t need Torch to get the cure.

They’d get it themselves.

They’d better.

The cure was for all of them.

—

Shouyou knew opportunity when it slapped him in the face. He knew it was too convenient to just be a coincidence.

Kenma had just told him that Koutarou was immune to the virus. While he was looking for a cure for the virus. He’d been praying and begging whatever god was up there for a solution.

This was it.

They could get Bokuto, and they could use him to find a cure and end the whole apocalypse. Tobio stood next to him, confused as to why he was so excited now. He hadn’t seen the message yet.

“Go get Tadashi and Tsukishima. And Yachi. I have good news..and bad news.”

The ravenette nodded.

“Is it about the message?”

“Yeah.”

His lover nodded, before leaving the room.

He stared at the message on his monitor.

This was opportunity. This was destiny. Gifted by god.

Fate.

Koutarou seems to be immune to the virus. Just found out because of the mutant attack lol. He’s healing nicely, so we’re all just emotionally recovering now. How are you?

-Kenma ^•ﻌ•^

His friend hadn’t changed much. They were best friends. They always had been.

He hoped the blonde would forgive him for this. Well, he would, once he put an end to the apocalypse.

The door opened and Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Yachi, and Tobio walked in.

“So, guys, you know how we’ve been looking for a cure? Bokuto is immune. But, I think we’d have to…take him. Y’know. Experiment to figure it out.”

“Well, we can’t just—“

“Well, we could. They’d forgive us, after we put an end to the apocalypse, as long as we didn’t kill him.”

Tsukishima seemed to be considering it. Tobio was already on board simply because Shouyou was the one who’d proposed the idea. Yamaguchi was wary, and Yachi…

She would need some convincing. That was okay. He had time.

And Tobio.

“I think even Bokuto would forgive us, once we put an end to the apocalypse. Don’t you guys want to live like normal again? Instead of living in fear? Losing people?” Shouyou questioned.

“It makes sense. I think we should,” Tobio agreed, just as Hinata knew he would.

Tsukishima sighed.

“That’s unethical. Inhumane.”

“This whole apocalypse is inhumane, Kei. Sometimes we have to do bad things to create some good.”

Yamaguchi was wavering.

“It’s either this or we all die in this shit,” Shouyou pointed out.

Yachi spoke up again.

“We could find another way…I just, well…he’s still recovering from the mutant attack, Hinata—“

“He’s almost fully recovered.”

God he loved Tobio for supporting him like this. He’d never think he was sick. He wasn’t. He just wanted to put an end to the apocalypse.

“He’s still got stitches, last I checked,” she countered.

“Then we won’t do anything too strenuous until he’s past needing stitches. Which he almost is.”

The woman finally sighed.

“And…we won’t kill him. Or be unnecessarily cruel,” Tobio assured her. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“…Okay.”

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi looked equally shocked at her agreeing.

“If it helps us end the apocalypse, we should do it,” Yachi said, partially to herself.

Tadashi looked at Tobio as if trying to see if he was being genuine.

Of course he was.

“Well…if it helps.”

Tsukishima finally gave in too.

“If it helps,” the blonde repeated.

And so, Shouyou would lead them to the end of this hell, and they’d all take advantage of this lifesaving opportunity.

This was for all of them.

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[depizan]

I've started and deleted a number of posts in my re-reread of the Rogue Squadron books (and I'm only on the second book), because much of what I've wanted to say, I've said before. But villains and villainous plans, man... they have to make a different kind of sense the larger scope the story is.

Alternatively, it's really fucking weird how a book can go into great detail about a villain's plan and still leave me going: "what the fuck are you trying to do???" Isard's plan in Wedge's Gamble just makes my brain hurt. I'm not sure if the bigger problem is that it doesn't make sense unless her actual plans are different from her stated plans (but I'm pretty sure that's not the case) or if it's the violation of "how convenient for the author." (You know, that thing you really don't want your audience to think while reading your work.)

I find myself cynically thinking that Isard's plan to let the Rebellion take Coruscant, but with a people-melting virus to bankrupt the Rebellion, is the answer to Stackpole being unable to figure out how the Rebellion could actually take the planet. Sure, relinquishing tainted strongholds is a thing, but I'm pretty sure it's a "fuck you" done when a stronghold was going to fall anyway, and it probably isn't something you do with vital strongholds (unless it's a "fuck you" from the grave).

The plot wants me to simultaneously believe that taking Coruscant is vital to the legitimacy of the Rebellion as a power and that Isard can sacrifice Coruscant without sacrificing her legitimacy. And power base, really. Sure, she retreats first to her nonsensical prison and then to Bacta World...oh fuck it, I'll look it up...Thyferra. (Which is a whole other bundle of WTFery.) But she's still lost the capital planet, lost the infrastructure she had there, lost the political/psychological power of holding the capital planet, and just generally made her own position of power much less stable.

Honestly, it feels like she, Loor, and Derricote are the only actual people in (what's left of) the Empire. As if everyone working under or with them are literal drones, not people who might have reactions to the plan, to the loss of Coruscant, to...anything, really. Isard seems only to consider people's reactions to her plan in regards to the Rebellion (the Rebellion will be forced to spend loads of money on bacta to treat the people who catch the plague, or else be seen as bad) not how anyone on her side will react (oh fuck, Coruscant fell. guess that's it for the Empire.).

And the plague doesn't make sense (except in being in keeping with Isard's standard solution to things. that is to say, murder), since we're specifically told that the (human) workers in Derricote's lab wear hazmat suits when interacting with the test subjects, even though the virus is aimed at non-humans, suggesting there is pretty strong concern that it might affect humans. (We are told that it shouldn't be able to jump to humans, but I'm not sure which we're supposed to believe.) Do these lab workers know the plan? Do they have reservations? (Even if they don't have ethics/morals, what about the continued livability of Coruscant?)

(And, yes, the hazmat suits could be an abundance of caution, but it comes up when some of the test subjects are people that should have been questioned, but now can't be without revealing that they've been given the plague, and so won't be being released anyway. This means that the concern is strong enough that no one's willing to risk catching the plague--even though there's a treatment!--in order to interrogate the test subjects.)

Basically, it feels like Stackpole piles the evil on with regard to the plan in the hope that the audience will then not notice that it makes little sense for Isard to use the plan. She's evil; it's evil. Of course it makes sense.

Really, it all boils down to a what does this character want and do their actions match that. And that gets more complicated the bigger scope the story is and the more power the villain has. You don't have to put a lot of thought into it to make a school bully's actions seem plausible and in character. You have to put a lot more thought into it to make a big scope villain's actions seem plausible and in character.

If you're the leader of what remains of an empire, with control of the imperial capital, would you really abandon it? (Also, we never see Isard doing person running the empire things. She's written like a power behind the throne character, but she's on the throne.)

And, yes, you can have incompetent villains. (Lord knows, we have plenty of those in real life.) But I don't think we're supposed to see Isard as incompetent. (There's plenty of villain decay involving her later, but in this book I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be going "omg so evil" not "wtf.")

Honestly, there's a lot of weird self-defeating villainy in Star Wars. It may be in service of the idea that good will always win because evil is stupid, but it ends up somewhere in the vicinity of good will always win because it is slightly less incompetent than evil.

[coralsgrimes]

Apparently, this lil event of mr. Barnes was a spreader event. Lots of people who went tested positive for Covid and some even got govt. notifications that they had been in contact with someone with Covid.

Of course, this is not stopping him from apparently hanging out with friends all over the place. Either he didn’t get a notification that he was in contact with someone who tested positive or he doesn’t care about contaminating people. OR he’s at home sick and is trying to pretend that everything is fine to not put a damper on such a “success”. Lol

is this universe's fuck around and find out?

I was sent like two threads about it and it smells........ lemme put me expert pants on!! If we take that stupid gig as the point of exposure and infection (pretty sure it was X.X), it seems like they been testing pos and having symptoms like 3/4 days after. That means two things, it's a real nasty variant and they been exposed to A LOT of it. Someone with a naste full blown infection was spitting it out BUT like in indoor spaces like these venues, the virus actually accumulates in the space so ye may get infection from someone that was meters away from ye on the other side of the room, someone ye were not in contact contact with and may not consider them a typical close contact. Or even from virus particles from someone who left hours ago but left them viruses behind. A venue filled to the brim, probably worse ventilation than school toilet. The air composition is like 21% oxygen, 69% particles of viruses, bacteria, molds and everything else ye don't even image, and the rest is benny's screams ;c Like even spaces that are technically quite well ventilated will turn into stinky harbor of all things nasty and peeps don't even realize nor care. How many passes boy sold hmmmmmm? Probably one to many.........

Bless them poor babies cuz ultimately it ain't a joke at all ;c and FU everyone else who thinks the pandemic is over and testing before crowded events in closed off spaces in not necessary anymore. How many times I had conversations like this I lost the count lol how many times I was told I overexaggerate by peeps with facebook level of knowledge ;cc seriously if i got like a euro per person I would get them moni that went into them college fees back, no problem..............

Congrats to the boy for not caring at all, like if he negative then well by all means go fuck around. THO still an antigen test may not give a conclusive and true result up to like 5 days post exposure x.x or at all if ye a stupid person who doesn't know how to take the test lol

But if they saying they been getting official notifs and the shit gig is at the center of it? well that's very shitty of benny not to let everyone know that shit possibly went down x.x Dunno how it works in US but here in IE the covid close contact and tracing are a joke as of now, meaning no one fucking cares and no one informs anyone. Can ye tell I have strong opinions about anything covid related?

The other thing is, is our lil bastard smart enough to orchestrate a whole scheme to show he ain't sick but happy out and about? Is this supposed to calm peeps down OR he really has no idea that his dream come true has left people at risk so he is happily enjoying hallmark movies?

[ash4val]

Bionux project

Tw- gore, blood, exposed bone, death, and horror

Date-27.8.201X (August 27th, 201X)

The goal of this project is to create a living oranisim that is more than just flesh. The organisims will be able to regrow all parts of its body that humans cannot, and are able to survive with much less resources and what would normally be fatal injuries to a human. The organisims will live to beyond the age of one hundred or more. They will grow in strength and size for longer and more than humans, for when usually humans stop growing after or around adulthood.

The project is to be hidden and will be funded by a gonvernment agency roughly fifty feet underground and its surface entrances will be gaurded and fenced off.

This is known as “Project: Bionux”, and for 39 years bit by bit progress has been made, and now we finnaly have sucsess.

..................................................................................

Date-19.04.202X (April 19th, 202X)

After work hours, There was a call for a full site evacuation and lockdown. A team of lab gaurds made the following report of the situation:

“||[[[redacted]]]|| had already called for the lockdown before we could get in and seperate them, but they let us know that it wasn’t safe to enter and we called for backup. Emegency code B9-2”

. . .

Live_recording-28.04.202X

mission_code:bionux-recovery-attempt

Current: a backup team of three is heading down elevator shaft to the underground laboratory on floor B4

The backup team was not previously involved with the labrotories and did not have proper information regarding the project

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#One-"This is so strange, they barely told us what to do down here."

#Three-"What’d they tell you?"

#Two-"I couldn't get much out of most of them, there was one that told me very briefly that they were testing robotics and biology?"

#Three-"Maybe prosthetics that stay attached to amputees?"

#Two-"Maybe, it sounds cool but the whole 'you can't take it off' kinda scares me, like what if it goes haywire and hurts you?"

#One-"Actually, what if that’s what happened?"

#Three-"wait really?"

#One-"This is just speculation but, there was a murmur about a virus, maybe something wrong got installed, mabye a sabotage from someone, but I think it made the prosthetics go wrong and they couldn't fix it"

#Two-"then why were some of them crying?"

#One-"Maybe it was just scary, a reponse to fear?”

#Three -"Can’t blame them, I'd be terrified honestly, I've always been scared of robots taking over or something"

#One -"That crap's fiction, I doubt robots would be able to do that, most of the robots today can't even run"

#Two - "What if they fly instead?"

[A breif silence was shared]

#Three - "I hope robots are actually nice instead, yknow? Maybe it's not all evil.

#Two - "Yea I'd love a robot friend, that'd be si-"

#One -"Hey, we're almost at the bottom, focus"

[ The team stands silent as the elevator shaft come to a shakey stop, #One leads the group out of the brightly lit elevator and into the dark laboratory. It is without power and is pitch black, the team activates a headlight on each of their helmets

They all see that the elevator drops down in the middle of the lab from a pillar-like elevator shaft rather then coming out from the wall]

#Two -"I have a question"

#One -"What..?" [Somewhat aggravated]

#Two -"If we're just here to grab a few things like computer software or hardware and leave, then why'd they give us full gear. Why us? we're higher ranked special forces, why not just send some basic rookies to do the cleanup?"

#One -"Maybe the technology they have down here is supposed to be secret"

#Two -"Then why the gear?"

[ #One pauses ]

#One -"Maybe some of the prosthetics are still active and we might get hurt?"

#Two- "But, the power's out...?"

[ there was another pause as they walked through the laboratory ]

#One -"I guess, batterys?"

#Two -”Could be..”

#Three -"What's... actually down here?"

#One -"For now we just focus on the task at hand, okay?"

[ #Two and #Three nod in agreement ]

#One -"We’ll stay in the same room but look in different areas, don’t leave the room until the rest of us are coming, got that?"

[ #Two and #Three confirm with yes ]

[ From body cam of #One:

The floor is a smooth concrete and the walls are painted white with two horizontal blue stripes running along them, there's several stations for labwork and computers

This room is empty of anything worth grabbing]

#One-"Hey [#Two], hand me the map they gave us of this place"

[#Two puts down a empty vial and shuffles over to #One as they rummage through thier belt compartments]

#Two-"Here you go"

#One-"Thanks”

[ #One examines the map for a few seconds before handing it back ]

#One-"Alright follow me, I think I have an idea where to find what they want"

#Three-"So uh, what… are they looking for?"

#One-"You weren't told?

#Two-"Haha, I wasn't either"

#One-"God this mission is a mess... we're looking for a tablet screen of some sort, they said it might be attached to something directly and we might have to carry whatever it's attached to back up"

#Two-"God I hope it's not some heavy machine"

#One-" Let's hope for the best but prepare for the worst"

[The team slowly makes their way around the laboratory, making sure they’re always nearby one another.]

#Three-"Hey, what's that?"

[They all pause to look, there's something glimmering in the distance on the floor, reflecting the light from thier headlights

They approach it somewhat cautiously

It's clearly blood, sometimes small drops, but mainly strange looking bare footprints painted with blood. It trails off elsewhere to a seperate hallway]

#Two-"Didn't they say there were no casualties? Like no physical injury?"

#Three-"Yea, everyone got out of there without a scratch on them"

#One-"Then who left the trail?"

#Three-"Should we follow it?"

[ All were on edge now ]

#One-"We have to."

#Two-"But the mission was to get in and get o-"

#One-"I don't care! I'm following the trail, what if someone didn’t get out in time and nobody noticed?"

[#One leaves the team and begins following the trail of blood]

#Three-"He's team leader, I guess, so I'm going with him"

[#three also departs

#Two stands alone, for a decent amount of time]

#Two-"Join the special forces they said, it’d be cool they said."

[#Two said mockingly as they followed behind as well]

. . .

[ The three all together arrive at a door were the blood trail lead

The door reads "Bionux cellars"]

#Three-"Cellars?"

#One-"Maybe the scientists sleep down here sometimes-"

[The group was interrupted by the sound of a metal plate or disk dropping from inside the door, it noisily clattered on the other side, it become louder as it trembled until it stopped completely

They all froze

#One slowly turned the lever door handle and pushed open the door]

#Two-"ohh my god..."

[The floor shined like a pool of red, bits and pieces of flesh lay about, there was a hair like material all over as well even huge clumps of hair the size of bodies, the three had never seen anything like it]

#One-"What.. the hell... happened here?"

[Three was sick, they seemed like they were going to puke

All where curious, but only #One was going forward investigating

#One continued farther, stepping into the thin puddles of blood with his boots and trudging slowly along, feeling little chunks of flesh nudge his boot every now and again, looking into the blood for anything. #One spotted a metal tray, he assumes it was the one that’d just fallen. #One looked over at the spot were he assumes it could've fallen from. A table on wheels, the kind they would use to roll around food at restaurants

Ignoring the plate for a second #One examined the "Cellar" room itself, #two and #three still stood near the doorway but had now entered the room

The room had different sections of 20 medium sized beds, with blankets on them of different coloration and patterns, but all were now covered in blood. The beds were spaced out by about a meter for five beds then spaced out for two meters with a thin foldable wall in-between, some of the walls were torn and busted. There were also curtains on and above the beds, likely for privacy of some sort

There were also several toys and other entertainment items laid around

#One-"was this for kids?"

#Two- “Who knows, maybe they worked down here for so long they brought thier kids down here.”

Then #One noticed it now that they were closer,

The large clumps of hair, soaked in blood, where corpses of some animal-like creature

When he noticed sent chills through #One's spine, had lab animals gotten loose and killed kids? Why would there even be kids down here?

#One called the other two over to him, reluctantly they both came

#One-"Do you know what animal that is? Or any of the others laying around?"

[The two looked at it for a little while, well, #three looked away pretty quickly but gave thier imput]

#Three-"M- maybe try flipping it over? It looks back up."

[#One placed their gloved hand on the mass and pushed it, heavy and soaked in blood it didn't move as much until they but a little more effort into it, it then flipped belly up]

[What they saw left them speechless,

Broken glass, metal, flesh, and blood

It was a creature of humanoid shape, with wolf or tall cat-like ears, and long and large amount of fur all over the body

The body wasn't the strangest part about it, it was the face, or rather the lack of one.

It seemed to have been replaced with or just was a metal frame with shattered glass around the edges, and inside the frame was a fleshy amalgamation of wires and metal binded all together, a skull could be seen, although smashed inwards revealing a brain.

#One kneeled down and leaned over to it and lifted up its head, getting themself even more blood soaked then they where, they pulled it to themself and stared at it in shock and sorrow

#One knows this *thing* used to be alive, there **were** casualties, just not human ones.

#One pressed the poor thing to thier chest and rocked themself, coating their gear in its blood, they weren't taking this all that well.

#Two and Three extanged glances, worried.

#One-"Count the other bodies"

[ #Two and #Three were indeed hesitant but they didn't have to touch them at least, so they slowly counted each one separately to make sure they got the same number

As they did this #One laid the thing back down carefully and examined it properly

Other then the broken screen, the body had wounds all over, they were a bit hard to identify due to the fur but one by one they were able to point them out.

Sevral tears at the legs and arms, but nothing was fatal until a giant gash in the neck, where something seemed to pull out all that it could grasp, likely cutting off its lung capillaries.

Then the other two made a report on the counting

"19" both of them said

#One noticed how close the number was to the amount of beds, off by one ]

#One-"Are you sure you didn't miss one?"

#Two threw an arm behind his head in uncertainty, "I guess we'll recount..."

[As they did once again, #One left the body alone and went to another

This one was facing the ceiling, with arms sprawled out a little on the ground

The metal frame didn't only just have broken glass, it's entire frame was torn, open and in half, the head was almost entirely in two, revealing a smashed skull

On one end of the room #One heard #Three hold back a hurl]

#One-"You okay?"

[#Three was leaning towards the wall and was definitely in distress]

#Three-"I-Im fine, it's just this one-"

[#Three held back another hurl]

#Three-"-really doesn’t help to look at."

[#One began walking over to #Three to have a look himself,

And just like #Three, he wanted to throw up

The frame was bent out of shape, arms contorted in a disgusting formation, broken bones were visible coming from the elbows, the chest and stomach had been torn open, sevral organs ripped and torn apart

#One closes thier eyes and looks away]

#One-"Did you lose count?"

[#Three nods lightly, still recovering from the sight]

#Two-"Well I've got 19 again..."

#One-"Alright, but, there's 20 beds"

#Two-"Mabye an extra?"

#One-"Maybe, I'll count one more time just for good measure"

[And so #One counts aloud]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19-

. . .

[By the beds,

It had just crawled out of hiding under one of the curtains.

There they stood, barely 1 and a half meters tall.

#Two noticed it immediately after #One.

#Three was still leaned up against the wall and hadn't noticed yet.

It has a few bits of it's right ear missing. The glass face wasn't broken, except for a small crack in the bottom right of the glass, it was active, glowing with an expression on its display, a distrought expression

In thier left hand, they held their own dismembered right arm that was cut off in the middle of the forearm

#Two nudged #Three

#Three turned around holding their stomach, and immediately reacted to it by finally throwing up

It muttered slowly, counting itself for them]

"20"

[It’s word echoed through the room as they processed the creature. The screen’s expression shifted to a distraught smile, finally having found hope, or rather it’d found them.

It began shuffling towards #One, with a heavy limp, most of the skin and muscle of the right leg was shredded to the near bone.

to add onto the injuries, it had a large gash along the right side of it's ribcage

#One wasn't even sure how they were alive at all

It tripped over one of the corpses of its own kind, #One reached their arms out to it and caught them

Just then they had gone limp in #One's arms, finally being unable to stay conscous from it’s injuries

#One lifted them up still in a mix of shock and concern of the strange creature

How would they treat the wounds? So much of the flesh itself was torn off and just entirely gone, it’s not the same thing as sticting a wound or patching it up.

Would they die? Although it wasn’t a normal animal or creature by any means, they still seemed humanoid. with opposable thumbs and stood on two legs, just covered in fur with a screen for a face, and if they were anything like a human when injured like this, they would most definenly die. Be it infection, bloodloss, and whatever injuries it may have. What if-

#One shook thier head and stopped panicking, not saving time to think. He picked up thier dismembered arm they'd just dropped and began running to the elevator shaft

Without words #Two and #Three ran after him and tried to keep up but Three had just thrown up and Two just wasn't as fast as #One when they had a life to save

Even as #One was running to the elevator, they snagged a first aid kit off the wall and continued

When #One arrived in the elevator they set down the creature softly on the elevator's floor and opened up the first aid kit and attempted to treat any wounds possible as the other two ran to the elevator.

The elevator itself wasn't connected to only the labatory's power but also a secondary power source from above, so it worked just fine without the lab’s power, but it was still significantly slower.

The other two arrived at the elevator, #Two was helping #Three along, they’d slowed down to help them. After getting in they started it up while #One was still working on the creature’s wounds, clearly uneasy and still doing the best he can.

They didn’t speak for a while. During this moment of quiet #One noticed just how clean the cut was on the forearm, it looked sugical rather then having been broken or torn off. Was this from before there’d even been any attack? Was this from lab expiriments?

As they headed up in a panicked silence, #Two spoke]

"Well at least we got what we came for."

[#One responded, stressed]

"What do you mean by that?"

#Two-"You said we needed a tablet or screen that may or may not be attached to something right?"

#One-"Yes, but all we’re bringing is-"

[#One paused, he took a good look at the Creature's faintly glowing face, now without anything displayed on it. Square in shape with a slight curve to it to better fit their skull… Simply put, its face was a screen.]

#One-"Oh… I guess you’re right.."

[#One kept scrambling around in the medkit for more of anything to help. #Three was still recovering from their ill stomach, but muttered a question.]

#Three-”What are we going to do once we get to the surface?”

#One- ”Hopefully find a someone who can help them!”

[One shouted in fear and frustration and glared breifly at the other two, barley holding himself together while he patched up the broken body infront of him

There was another pause]

#One- “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

#Three- “It’s okay, we’re all stressed out right now, I don’t blame you for snapping at us.”

#Two- “I also grabbed this, if that helps.”

[They passed a second medkit to #One]

#Two- “While I was helping out Mr. Queasy over here I happened to spot it after you’d grabbed the first one

[#Three chuckled]

#Three- “Sorry about that”

#Two- “Honestly not your fault, even if you’re not sensitive to stuff like that like you are, most would puke anyway”

[#One let out a quiet laugh, not quite sure it was something he should be laughing at, before turning back the the creature, who was now looking right back at them, with an expression of awe thier face was brighter then before even in the bright elevator’s lights. #One was shocked and flinched at first.]

#One- “Y-you’re awake? Already?”

[The other two didn’t realise until #One had spoken, #Three gasped]

#One- “You, you should rest, your injuries are-”

[The creature turned thier head to look at thier own body, but #One stopped them]

#One- “Well don’t look at them! Just wait until I cover them up first..”

[The creature let its head fall back down]

“Thank you” [It said]

[#One was speechless, still shocked by the creature themself, he mustered any response he could think of]

#One- ‘Sorry we werent there sooner.”

[Another moment a tension filled scilence filled the air. . .It then occured to all of them at once that they should’ve arrived at the surface by now, they all looked to the ceiling]

#Two- “Are we even going up?”

#Three- “What’re we going to do if the elevator broke?”

#One- “Nonono”

[They looked down at the creature]

#One- “We can’t get stuck here, not now!”

[It was then that all of them felt a thump against the elevator’s floor from beneath it. They all froze, they barely breathed. A loud snap of a cable startled them all, #Three began to hyperventalate

#One looked at the soft fuzzy creature with guilt and sarrow]

#One- “I- I’m sorry”

[It smiled in response]

“Don’t be"

[A choir of snapping cords began to sing as the elevator fell, the song of thier deaths. The elevator screeched as its saftey measures tried to save them but something from below only pulled them harder, with a sudden jolt it seemed like the entire elevator had been freed from anything it was attached to and just plumeted down.]

[Connection severed]

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The depths

Section 2

The pain in his head was the first thing he noticed. His ringing ears slowly began to readjust, he heard muffled shouting and metal bashing. All of them had just plumeted down the elevator shaft and crash landed.

Something was nudging him from the side as he layed backdown. He slowly opened his eyes to a light in his face, was it a flashlight? It wasn’t the elevator’s lights, they were brighter. He blinked a few times as his eyes slowly focused and became clear.

The blurry light turned into a face, the glowing face that belonged to the creature he’d been trying so hard to save just a moment ago. They were saying something but he couldn’t make out the words.

The air smelled weird, it left a odd tinge in his mouth. He took a deep breath in but only ended up coughing after a sharp pain struck through him. He rolled over to his side and slowly picked himslef up, two paws tried to help pull him up.

“Watch the light!” a familiar voice shouted at him

Immedietly after hearing that his helmet smashed some sort of glass. He flinched away from it and looked back, it was one of the light poles that went in the pannel the elevator had in the ceiling, now resting on the wall. He looked back the other way.

Raine and Gabe seemed to be trying to pry open the elevator’s sliding doors. They were broken and crooked. Although very heavy doors, definetly not the strongest, he probobly could’ve broken them eaisly by kicking it and knocking it off its tracks or just breaking the tracks or any mechanics connected to the doors themselves, making it unable to open or shut.

Raine was taller then all of them, but not above him by too much, but noticably taller then Gabe. Raine’s tactical vest was labeled TWO, Gabe’s was labeled THREE, and his own was labeled ONE.

“What happened?” he asked, almost out of breath.

“Depends on how far back you remember after that fall of yours, can you help with the door first?” Raine grunted.

He nodded and took a step towards the doors.

“Me and Gabe will pull it from the same side, it’ll open a bit but it keeps closing again before we can get any farther. So you’ll push it open from the other way once it does, and once it’s open enough slip inbetween go and force it the rest of the way," Raine instructed.

All got into position, Raine starts a countdown at 3. He noticed that when she was counting, the creature who was standing idly by, was also quietly counting along.

After hitting 1 Raine shouted “Pull!”, He anticipated the opening, and once it was there he jammed his hands in it and pushed off the wall with his feet. He felt the doors pushing back, how where they doing that? Was it something in the mechanisims? He only tried harder to overpower it and shuffled himslef in and began pushing the door with his feet.

Then he saw it, what was forcing the doors shut. He didn’t even need his headlight to see it. Just on the other side of those doors was several moving cords, as though alive. Just out of sight from Raine or Gabe, these cords where trying to seal them in here by stabbing into the steel doors and pushing against them.

He unbuckled his holstiered pistol and turned of the saftey in one swift movment and fired three times. The gun slung around his chest would’ve been slower to pull so he determined within a fraction of a second to go for his pistol first.

Sparks flew and the cords shot out of thier positions on the door. Cords grabbed his legs and swiped him right off his feet, throwing him out of the elevator and into the darkness. He hit the floor and a good angle and just slid across it.

“VINCE!” Raine shouted to him. He picked himself off the floor and caught glimpses of movment, massive movment. Something big was behind all those wires and was avioding being seen directly. He pointed his head so that his headlight illuminated around the elevator.

His life flashed before his eyes as a massive cord whipped his head at terrifying speed and threw it to the ground. If his head didn’t already hurt enough, it sure did now. Even now, he still had his pistol gripped tightly. With his body sore and head aching, he leaned up and readied his gun. Even though the majority of what was controlling these wires was coated in darkness, he noticed three glowing white dots all together in one group. He choose one and shot.

In just that small moment of muzzle flash illuminating the room, he made out just how big it was. Nearly 20 feet from head to toe. Wires stringing across and out of it. What he shot at must be it’s head. The room was again flooded in shadow

There was the sound of the bullet hitting and being ricocheted off, followed by a deafening screech. All the wires began to get dragged off following the glowing dots, which there where still three of. It seemed to craw upwards from where the elevator was.

It retreated. He let out a sigh of relief and rested his head back down. He flicked his gun into saftey and holstered it again. All he wanted to do right now was lay down, everything hurt. He rested his eyes a bit.

“Vince!” Gabe shouted his name this time. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Vincent could see thier headlights shining through his eyelids. He took a deep breath and just held up his arm and gave a thumbs up before letting his arm fall limp back down. He heard her and Gabe jogging over as all thier equipment shuffled with them.

“Oh my god, your helmet!” Gabe exclaimed.

He was curious and reached up to examine it. When his hand didn’t touch anything at first where his helmet should be his eye’s widened and he sat up. He unbuckled the clip at his chin and slid his helmet off. He was shocked to see nearly all of the frontmost area had broken off, which would leave his forehead exposed.

His headlight was certantly destroyed after a hit like that, it seemed targeted right at it. Which likely was the differance between life and death, if it’d gone for his face it could’ve been caved in. Didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell now.

“What was that? What where you shooting?” Raine asked.

“I don’t know, it was big, larger then any animal i’ve seen. It also looked like it had wires coming off of it, one of them whipped me and did this” He said gesturing to his helmet.

“All we saw was you start shooting and then get thrown out of the elevator, but right as you did the door was easier to pull open," Gabe said.

“Oh hey, how’s your head?” Raine poked.

“Terrible, when it hit me it sent my head into the concrete floor," Then he checked the other side of the helmet to see that side was also cracked. He’s glad it’d been softening the immense concussions he may or may not have.

“Oof,” She chuckled.

From the elevator, Vincent could see the faint light coming from the sceen on the creature’s face. It was still in there, probobly scared to death. He got up, ignoring just how much pain he was in. Before the other two could help him up he was already standing and shuffled on over.

Leaning through the doorway he saw them neatly sitting in the furthest corner from the door, knees to thier chest and arms wrapped under the knees holding their legs. When they noticed Vincent thier screen faintly brightened and they scrambled to thier feet, they’d picked up thier own severed right forearm again.

Remembering just how injured they where, Vincent stepped towards them with an arm extended forward.

“Careful, your leg is still hurt,” he reminded with worry.

It was still amazing to him that they were conscous, let alone alive. He’d patched up and sanitized all the wounds he could, but half of it wasn’t survivable all added together. The best he could do for thier leg was encase it in bandage after dousing it with sanitizer, which proboly didn’t do all that much.

Dispite all of this, they stood, taking a step towards him and reaching out. Vincent reached a second arm out and anticipated to catch them if they fell again. Instead of falling, they’d slipped past his arms and hugged him. Far too short to do it properly but they tried, platning their flat face just under his ribs.

They both relaxed, unsure how to hug back, he akwardly put his hand on the top of thier head. When he did he noticed they had a short tail that began to wag

He wondered, and so he asked “Do you have a name?”

They released the hug and took a step back, they took thier severed forearm and put it under the other arm it’d belonged to. Now with the empty left hand they pointed to the top right corner of thier screen on the metal frame which had a label that read: “M-127-Z.” The Z at the end was much more bold and apparent.

“My name is Zee,” they said cheerfully, tapping the label.

“Zee? Are you okay? Does it… hurt?”

Zee looked down at themself silently for a moment.

“It doesn’t hurt, but I can feel that something isn’t right.”

Considering that the right leg alone was the worst injury he’d ever seen, he’d expect more of a reaction to its pain, espesially while standing on it. Were they in shock? Could it just be one of thier strange traits to have numbed pain? What even were they, why were they made, how?

“Does that hurt you?” Zee asked, pointing to his head.

He’s reminded of his massive head injury with searing pain, he replied “Yes, lots.”

“I’m sorry.” Zee apologized, still looking down now with guilt in her voice, they sounded like they were going to cry somehow.

“Hey, no no, this isn’t your fault,” He said, getting down on one knee to be at eyelevel with them. Zee tilted thier head a little futher up to look at them.

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Zee mumbled, all choked up.

“Don’t worry about me, you should worry about yourself more right now,”

Zee lifted their chin higher, their eyes squinted as they began to cry. Now with Vincent at eye level, Zee hugged him again properly while lightly sobbing.

Vincent returned the hug cautiously, avoiding touching any wounds. Which was difficult regaurding they were everywhere on Zee’s body, even some on thier back he didn’t notice until he felt the bloody flesh through his gloves, although Zee didn’t flinch at the touch.

Vincent wasn’t sure if Zee could actually cry, with their face being a screen and all, but the expressions on said screen were alive. They had emotions just like any person, they were no different from a human aside from physically and in appearance.

Vincent still wondered how Zee could see or how they could speak. His thoughts were interuppted when he noticed the footsteps of Raine and Gabe approaching the entrance to the broken elevator with their sleek yet clunky tactical boots. He also heard them talking quietly as they got near.

“Can I carry you? I don’t think you should stand right now, wiether or not you can feel the pain,” Vincent suggested.

Zee replied with a quiet hum of agreement.

WIth that he carefully picked up Zee,

[malviral]

Important canon divergence.

I’m  awake  and online  which  means  its  time  to  be  annoying  and make  another Thought  post.

I  kinda  mentioned  this  in  my  big  ol  canon  divergence/canon  adjustment  post  for  the  rest  of  this  blog  but  I  wanna  mention  it  some  more  since  I  woke  up  thinking  about  it. The  one  thing  I  suppose  I  could  say  I  liked about  WTRC’s  Wesker  was  the  way  he  was  shown  as  actually  not  being  the  ultimate  mastermind  behind  everything  going  on  in  the  mansion.  In  fact,  that  portrayal  of  Wesker  had  very  little  idea  /  no  idea  what  was  going  to  happen  to  him.  and  I  think  I  do  understand  and  ultimately  agree  with   where  that  version  of  Wesker  comes  from  relative  to  the  video  game  version  despite  them  ultimately  being  so  different.

Because   I  don’t  believe  Wesker  was  the  big  long  running,  original  mastermind  of  the  RE  games.  That  was  Spencer.  Wesker  was  a  tool  for  him  who  went  way  rogue,  although  I  do  believe  Spencer  tried  to  set  Wesker  up,  which  I’m  about  to  explain,  because  I  actually  take  this  as  canon  to  my  own  portrayal.

RE1,  during  the  mansion  incident  Wesker  was  not  quite  as  in  control  of  all  this  as  it  might  have  seemed.  (which  we  can  kinda  blame  bad  writing  for)

In  the  original  renditions  of the  game,  Wesker  was  just  suppose  to  be  just  a  guy  trying  to  escape  Umbrella  who  were  using  him  as  a  mole.  This  carries  on  into  the  remake  of  the  game,  even  knowing  the  rewrite/expansion  of  Wesker’s  story.  

Basically  the  things  that  stick  out  to  me  is  the  mansion  incident  itself.  Wesker  was  directly  instructed  to  take  the  Alpha  team  to  the  mansion  so  Umbrella  could  test  out  its  B.O.Ws  and  he  was  suppose  to  collect  the  data.  There  was  nothing  in  this  that  guaranteed  Wesker  would  live  through  the  experience  himself.  

So  why  would  Wesker  carry  this  out ?  Well  because  it  was  the  only  option  he  had.  (  you  don’t  deny  orders  from  umbrella )  His  advantage  here  was  his  familiarity  with  the  mansion  and  its  grounds.  Wesker  had  a  suspicion  Umbrella  was  sending  him  to  his  death  along  with  the  S.T.A.R.S  team  but  his  only  option  was  to  try  make  this  work  in  his  favour,  using  said  familiarity  to  aid  with  his  own  survival.

Umbrella  was  tying  up  its  loose  ends and  Wesker  was  considered  amongst  these  loose  ends. This is  based  entirely  on  some  observations  of  canon  stuff  and  implications  made  by  canon.

We  could  definitely  say  Sergei  intended  to  kill  Wesker  before  this  went  down  by  ambushing  and  attacking  him  in  the  underground  passage  way.  Wesker  was  lucky  and  escaped  which  is  another  canon  even  that  supports  this  whole  theory.

Personally, this  makes  the  most  sense  to  me  and  I’m  portraying  this  as  Umbrella  wanting  to  get  rid  of  Wesker  as  a  loose  end  and  Spencer  taking  the  opportunity  to  create  a  scenario  /  environment  in  which  Wesker  would  be   “forced”  to  infect  himself  in  order  to  find  out  if  the  “‘crème’  of  his  crop”  really  did  have  the  right  stuff.  Wesker  at  this  point  being  the  only  remaining  /  viable  Wesker  child  who  had  so  far  survived  everything  else.

FURTHER  I  don’t  portray  it  as  Wesker  KNEW  what  the  virus  would  do  to  him.  CANON  makes  this  even  weirder  /  harder  to  understand  because  not  only  was  there  NO  REASON  for  Wesker  to  think  this  random  unknown  virus  would  make  him  super  human  but  there  was  just  no  reason  for  Wesker  to  TRUST  it  to  do  such  a  thing  in  the  first  place.  Unless  canon  just  wanted  us  to  believe  he  trusted  William  Birkin  to  such  an  insane  extent  and  tbh,  fair,  because  thats  very  homosexual,  I  see  you  capcom  BUT  NO. I  like  to  make  a  little  more  sense  of  it  than  that,  for  both  parties  while  keeping  the  Gay TM  of  course.

So  instead  we’ve  got  it  set  up  in  my  AU  as  William  giving  Wesker  a  sample  of  the  G virus  which  is  why  Wesker  would  trust  what  William  had  given  him.  Keeping  in  mind  G  was  not  being  researched  as  a  bioweapon  but  rather  as  a  medical  miracle  drug  and  maybe  if  William  said  something  about  it  it  was  likely  true,  given  his  long  running  research  into  it.  Its  implied  that  Spencer  had  a  hand  in  pushing  William  to  give  Wesker  the  G  sample  but  as  for  how  much  William  knew  or  was  involved  is  not  for  me  to  really  say  but  it  does  add  extra  spice  to  the  situation.  Keeping  in  mind,  G  didn’t  have  very  many,  if  any,  trails  at  this  point  and  a  lot  of  the  information  on  G  and  its  capabilities  were  derived  from  Lisa  Trevor  or  theory  based.

So  Wesker  gets  to  the  mansion  and  most  of  the  team  dies  fast.  He  starts  to  realise  its  looking  grim  for  him  too  so  he  takes  a  gamble  and injects  the  virus  sample  William  gave  him,  not  believing  it  to  make  him  “”super  human””  as  such  but  believing  it  to  increase  his  stamina  and  regenerative  capabilities  enough  to  possibly  face  and  triumph  over  the  Tyrant  so  he  could  collect  all  the  data  and escape  with  it.  Keeping  in  mind  the  plan  was  to  have  the  Tyrant  fight  Jill,  Chris,  Rebecca  and  Barry  who  all  managed  to  survive  as  Wesker  did and  then  step  in  +   take  care  of  whoever/whatever  was  left  standing  (majorly  assuming  this  would  be  the  Tyrant  itself).  

Wesker  already  knew  Umbrella  was  not  somewhere  he  could  return  to  so  he  absolutely  HAD  to  leave,  the  confrontation  with Sergei  was  proof  of  this.  Further,  there  is  a  HEAVY  implication  in  the  original  that  the  Tyrant  attacked  Wesker  first  for  a  reason.  The  popular  fan  theory  was  that  it  attacked  Wesker  first  because  it  recognised  him  from  Akrley,  however  I  don’t  think  that  entirely  adds  up.  For  my  canon  Wesker  did  not  intend  for  the  Tyrant  to  attack  him  first,  following  the  original  canon  he  was  setting  it  on  Jill,  Chris, Barry and  Rebecca.  What  caused  the  tyrant  to  attack  him  was  that  it  was  “programmed”  to  do  so  by  Umbrella. Wesker  was  its  main  target.  Hence  his  shock  when  it  instantly  singled  him  out  despite  the  odds.

Catching  him  off  guard  it  succeeds  in  killing  him.  Lucky  for  Wesker  he  had  infected  himself  previous  to  the  confrontation  in  the  basement  and  G  did  far  more  for  him  than  he  could  ever  have  imagined.  In  a  similar  way  to  Lisa  Tevoer,  Wesker  is  revived  from  his  death-like  state,  with  the  Virus  now  changing  and  enhancing  him  in  every  way.   Wesker  then  finds  out  he  had  been  locked  out  of  Umbrella’s  computer/archives  for  around  24  hours,  completely  confirming  Umbrella’s  betrayal.  Initially  all  this  infuriates  him  but  he  realises  being  able  to  portray  himself  as  dead  can  actually  work  in  his  favour.

The  super  humanity  even  more  so.  So  again  in  my  canon  there  wasn’t  any  way  for  Wesker  to  foresee  exactly  what  the  virus  would  do  to  him  and  moreover  Spencer  had  a  big  part  in  orchestrating  Wesker’s  “”death””.  Its  also  likely  Spencer  didn’t  really  expect  Wesker  to  live  but  was  of  course  thoroughly  delighted  when  reports  from  spies  within  the  rival  company  claim   that  Wesker  was  in  fact  alive  and  very  well.

Furthermore,  consider  what  Ada  had  to  say  about  Wesker  in  the  the  Umbrella  Chronicles  as  proof  of  this  being  a  workable  alternative  canon: 

“I survived  the  fate  of  Raccon  city  thanks  to  Wesker’s  warning.  Of  course  I  knew  the  only  reason  my  life  was  spared  was  because  I  had  the  G  Virus  Tissue  fragment,  but  I  would  settle  things  in  time.  We  were  both  used  to  being  back  stabbed  and  manipulated, I  had  a feeling  our  partnership  would  last  a  little  while  longer.”

So,  yeah.  Thats  my  official  canon  divergence  on  the  mansion  incident  surrounding  Wesker.  This  I  will  be  keeping  in  place  regardless  to  whether  or  not  I’m  using  my  other  canon  divergence  in  Wesker  being  infected  with  G  as  my  theory  was  prior  to  re5  or  I’m  just  going  with  the  “surprise!  it  was  a  whole  different  virus” (prototype)  because  it  works  either  way.

[something-tofightfor]

Locked Down Part 1: The Room

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,982

Rating: None necessary? Mentions of the pandemic’s early days, quarantining, talk of COVID symptoms and after effects, etc. 

Summary: After contracting COVID at the end of a work assignment overseas and doing your required quarantine, you’re finally ready to fly home. There’s only one problem: 

The estate you were staying in has been locked down due to a major film production, and no one is supposed to leave - or, in the case of you needing a ride to the airport - come onto the property. 

With a little help from your boss and a favor from the head of the studio making the movie, an unfortunate mistake turns into the work opportunity of a lifetime ... and may even have a few bonus perks, too. 

Author’s note:

I don’t even know what this is, but here we are. I’m a sucker for a cocky man with fluffy hair and a gold hoop ... aren’t you? My take on Dieter is a little different from a lot of the ones others have, but I still hope you enjoy him. 

This is eventually gonna get smutty, but we’ve gotta work for it, friends... quarantining is serious business and Dieter is very nervous about his health. 

Thank you for reading; feedback is much appreciated on this one! Tag list to follow. 

You were bored out of your mind, and had been for over a week. 

It was to be expected - you’d been in a “two week” quarantine for nearly a month thanks to the fact that just before your first seclusion period ended after potential contact with an infected person, you’d tested positive for COVID, too. 

The whole thing was a clusterfuck, but at least your boss had been able to make a deal with the hotel you’d been put up in before getting sick, working out your ability to ride out both isolation periods there instead of having to travel somewhere else to stay. It was a nice place, too - large, lush green grounds, an old, beautifully constructed residence that had been converted into a hotel in the middle of the English countryside - but you’d been there for two months straight, and you were ready to leave. 

You knew that you were lucky, that actually being able to work safely during a pandemic was a luxury that few people were offered, and so you’d jumped at the opportunity to head overseas and film a segment on the property and surrounding area. It was relatively secluded, with low transmission numbers both on the property and in nearby villages, and you’d managed to get nearly all of your work done before coming into contact with whoever had gotten you sick - which you were thankful for. 

Your case had been mild - loss of taste and smell, an insane level of fatigue along with some coughing spells - and so you’d used the time to edit and organize the footage you’d collected and begin writing your feature, but when you’d finished that, you’d turned to any other form of entertainment you could find to stave off the last few days of boredom. 

Netflix was your constant companion, and the steady stream of books stacked in front of your door by a helpful bellhop helped, too, but the only in person conversations you’d had for weeks had been from your balcony to the people on the ground below, and you were halfway convinced that you’d be relegated to interactions like that for the rest of your life. Even though I know I won’t be. If you never heard another Zoom alert or got another request for a FaceTime call, it would be too soon, but as you paced around your room on the second to last night of your quarantine, you realized that even after going home, it would be more of the same. 

Your boss had already told you they weren’t sending you out on another assignment right away, that they were going to give you some time to adjust to being back home. Even though you’d already gotten the virus, none of your immediate family had, which meant that once you were back in your apartment, you’d be by yourself - again. “Shit.” Stopping in your tracks, you covered your face with both hands, trying to calm your racing heart. 

You liked being alone, liked having time to yourself - it was why your job was perfect for you, but even you had limits, and you were rapidly approaching them. Before you could continue to spiral, though, you heard your phone buzz with an email alert and quickly turned to check it. 

Your first test was scheduled for 10 am the following morning, and if that one came back negative, you’d have one the following morning, too. From there, you’d be free to leave the hotel, catching a ride to the nearest city and airport and finally going home. 

But you hadn’t booked a flight yet, and didn’t want to jinx yourself by doing it early. Instead, you confirmed the appointment, tossing your phone back onto the bed and then flopping down next to it, eyes on the high ceiling. I’ll figure it out. Head turning to the side, you sighed as you stared out the large French doors and at the night sky. I always do. 

— 

But there was no ‘figuring out’ the situation you found yourself in two days later as you stood at the concierge desk, the young blonde woman on the other side of it doing the bare minimum to keep you calm. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a record of you still being here, I closed out your file myself. I don’t know what -” 

“Someone’s been bringing me meals for weeks. I’ve had six COVID tests done by the staff here, and someone’s been coming to bring me towels and toiletries every couple of days, so how can…” You trailed off, the heel of your hand digging against your forehead. “I never even paid the bill for my actual stay, so how did -” “I think I know the answer to that.” The blonde’s coworker stepped next to her, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Your initial stay was paid for by your company. The last two weeks have been a medical stay, so technically you’re not in the system, even though you’ve been here.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “And unfortunately, we’re on a building-wide lockdown as of right now because of the cast and crew arrival for a movie that’s going to film here, so -” “A what?” You dropped your hand against the top of the counter. “A lockdown? I’ve been locked down, I’m supposed to go to the city and then fl-” “That isn’t possible.” The blonde spoke again, her tone flat. “No one is leaving, not while the movie people are -” “You can’t keep me here.” You felt the panic rising in your chest, the elation of speaking to people face to face almost completely gone. “I’m not a prisoner, I -” “No, you aren’t, but we don’t have extra vehicles at the moment. The entirety of our fleet has been rented by the production team for the next few months, and  they’ll be using them to transport the cast and crew between here and the soundstage.” “So I’ll call a cab or an Uber, or -” “We’re not allowed to have other vehicles on the property.” The blonde was eyeing you warily, and you couldn’t blame her - even you could hear how shrill your voice had become, the panic rising again. “It’s a production hazard, and they’re counting on us t -” “I want to go home!” You yelped the words, head whipping back and forth. “I’ve wanted to go home for three weeks, and now you’re telling me that because of some stupid movie that I -” “It’s a Cliff Beasts movie.” The blonde spoke again, her eyes sparkling. “You’ve heard of it? There are a ton of -” “I don’t care if it’s a Marvel movie and you promise that Chris Hemsworth is going to stay in my room with me for a month doing whatever I ask him to, that doesn’t mean -” “Chris Hemsworth’s kind of a dick.” You froze at the sound of a new voice, turning your head to the side and looking over your shoulder to see who was speaking. “You wouldn’t want to share a room with him. I had to sit next to him at the People’s Choice Awards once and it was fucking miserable.” Who the fuck is this? The man kept his distance as he spoke - white mask covering the entire lower half of his face and a pair of sunglasses tucked into the stretched out collar of his shirt. 

“Mr. Bravo, sir.” The blonde spoke again, apparently addressing the man standing behind you, and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. Mr. Bravo? What kind of name is that? “Mr. Bravo, your assistant has already checked you in, I’ll just need you to come and get your keycard and give you the information about your isolation -” 

“I think you need to figure out what’s going on with her, first.” The man gestured to you and you watched one of his brows rise, almost disappearing into the mop of wild curls that hung over his forehead. “No hurry here.” 

“Thank you.” Giving him a smile - before you remembered  that he couldn’t see it because of the mask you wore, you turned back to the desk and the blonde, whose eyes were still focused over your shoulder. “If I can’t get to the airport, and I’m not supposed to be here because it’s a closed set, then what are my options?” You looked between her and the male concierge, deciding that he was likely a better option to for an appeal. “There’s no way I can afford to stay here for the entire shoot. Can’t I just use one of the cars in the middle of the night or something, or… or maybe walk to the end of the driveway and catch a cab from -” “It’s raining right now.” The man - Mr. Bravo - spoke up after clearing his throat. “And the driveway was really goddamn long, so that’s not -” “How about this.” The second concierge spoke up again, nudging the woman out of the way and typing on the computer. “We will take the responsibility for this, and give you another night to figure something out. Call your boss, call the airline, call whoever you need to. We’ll have to move you off of your floor though, since that whole wing is reserved for the main cast, and we -” “Wouldn’t it make more sense to just let me go back into the same room?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing. “Instead of cleaning a second one after I leave? It’s just one night, and -” “It’s a security concern.” The blonde’s eyes flicked between you and Bravo, her head shaking back and forth slowly. “The rooms are staggered, and if you go back, you’d be right next door to Mr. Br-” 

“It’s not a big deal.” Your shoulders slumped, the sound of his voice a relief. “It’s only one night, and it isn’t like the virus can come through the walls.” A laugh that was nearly a sob escaped your lips and you met the young woman’s eyes again, finding them filled with frustration. But why? I didn’t do anything wrong. This isn’t my fault. “And we’ve all gotta quarantine by ourselves, right? I’ll just lock the door, I think I can -” 

“We aren’t supposed to -” The blonde interrupted, but she was cut off by her partner, the man murmuring quietly into her ear. “Ok. Fine. You can go back to the same room for the night, and then let us know what you will be doing tomorrow. But please respect the film crew’s rules and do not interact with -” “Don’t worry.” You waved your hand in the air and then grabbed for the keycard you’d set down on the counter, sighing. “No one outside of my room is going to see or hear from me until tomorrow when all this shit is figured out and you’re watching me walk out that front door and straight to the airport.” Bravo snorted from behind you and you quickly looked back at him, noticing the deeply etched lines at the corners of his eyes - an indication that beneath the mask, he was smiling. “Just please don’t forget to bring me something to eat later, since I’m apparently still under room-arrest, and -” 

“We will, miss.” The male concierge ducked his head and smiled at you. “When we bring the cast and crew their meals, we’ll knock. Breakfast, too.” At least there’s that. “I’m terribly sorry about this. It never should have happened, and you have our deepest apologies.” Maybe I have yours, you thought as you thanked him and then the woman, too, her eyes still on the man in the mask behind you. But she doesn’t give a shit. 

Letting out a breath you reached for the handle of your suitcase and turned away from the counter, finally looking at Bravo head on. “Thank you. I meant it - you won’t even know I’m next door.” You paused, frowning. He looks familiar, but I don’t… “Unless you hear the TV. I got used to turning the volume up pretty loud, so if it bugs you, just bang on the wall.” 

“Will do.” He reached up, scratching the side of his head. “Good luck with your boss.” Yeah. I’ll need it. Stepping past him and making your way toward the elevator, you closed your eyes after pressing the button. 

— 

Two hours later, you were stretched out on your bed with the pillow resting over your face. You’d gotten ahold of your boss, explaining the situation, and after she’d expressed relief that you were feeling better and could come home, she pressed you for more details about the production that you’d found yourself in the middle of.

You told her what you knew - the name of the movie franchise, that there was a man named Bravo in the cast, that they’d rented out the entire estate for the duration of the shoot, and you’d practically heard the wheels turning in her head, the woman telling you to hang tight and she’d get back to you. It hadn’t filled you with confidence, but Carmen hadn’t ever steered you wrong before, so you tried not to think about it too hard, hoping that when she called back, she’d have answers. 

At the sound of a knock on the door, you pulled the pillow away from your face and sat straight up, eyes on the dark wood. Dinner. You were hungry despite still being unable to taste the things you ate, and you nearly sprinted for the door, pulling it open and bringing the tray in. It was the usual spread, and as you sat cross-legged on the bed with your plate in front of you, you kept your eyes on the TV, the volume turned lower than usual as you halfway paid attention to a movie on Netflix. 

Halfway - until you saw a familiar mop of hair on the screen and paused with your fork halfway to your mouth. No way. “That was Dieter fucking Bravo?” You thought back to the man in the lobby, and the realization made the way that the blonde acted seem much more reasonable. No, not reasonable, but … it explains it. Food forgotten, you reached for your phone and typed the man’s name into Google, laughing quietly as you realized that it had been him, and that he’d actually been gracious and friendly toward you - which was very different than the impression many people had of him. 

You considered yourself well-versed in pop culture, and had thought that you would have recognized one of the most popular actors in Hollywood if you’d run into him. But these damn masks, they make it … impossible. At the very least, it would be a really good story to tell your friends when you got home, but you had to admit that you were a little disappointed that you hadn’t outright realized it was him. Oh well. Tossing the phone down, you returned to your meal, trying to figure out if it was your imagination - or if you could actually taste the sauce on your pasta. 

Ten minutes after you finished, your phone rang, Carmen’s name popping up on the screen, and you answered quickly, moving to the balcony doors and standing in front of them with one hand on your hip. “So when can I come home?” She didn’t answer right away and you felt your stomach drop, your eyes squeezing shut. “Carmen?” 

“How would you feel about another job.” A job? What does that mean? “You’d have to stay there, but -” “Stay? Here? The woman at the front desk was practically trying to kick me out of my room today, how -” You’d moved out onto the balcony, resting your elbows on the railing and looking out into the dusky twilight. “It’s a closed set, Carmen. What would -” “I did some research, and it turns out that the studio head owes me a favor.” Hanging your head, you took a deep breath. “A couple of them, actually, for some publicity we did a couple years ago for one of her other movies, and because of these damn lockdowns, everyone’s trying to keep things small right now.” 

“Yeah, which is why I was here on my own in the first place, I -” 

“That actually works out well for you with this.” Carmen’s voice was calm, and you’d heard it before, when she was trying to explain the parameters of an assignment that she knew you weren’t 100% on board with. “I know you mostly do travel stuff - pieces on different cities and what they have to offer, but … what if I told you that I could get you hired onto the actual production as a documentarian?” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Frowning, you narrowed your eyes. “How would that benefit us at all?” 

“Because,” she continued patiently, giving you a moment. “You’d be documenting the process of making a movie during a pandemic for the franchise’s purposes and you’d be able to double dip, using your experience to write about it for us afterward. Pictures, too, in an exclusive to be released in conjunction with whatever marketing blitz they do when the movie gets released.” Standing up straighter, you considered her words. 

It wasn’t too different from what you normally did - instead of exploring towns and cultural sites, you’d be focused on the single group of people - and the sets for the movie, along with the overall environment of filming during unprecedented times. I hate that fucking phrase. “So I’d have to stay here for the entire shoot? The girl at the desk said months, and I…” Trailing off, you realized that you had no real reason to go home, except that you wanted a change of scenery. But if I’m not confined to this room, maybe it won’t be … bad. “How would it work, Carmen? Who would I report to? How would I get paid?” 

“The production would hire you and pay you throughout. If you agree to this, you’d meet with the person in charge in the next couple of days to sign contracts and paperwork and all that, find out what it all entails.” She took a breath. “And then when you write the story for us, we’d pay you your regular rate, just like usual.” So I’d get paid twice for the same job. 

“I can’t afford to stay here on my own, Carmen. I -” “Hotel’s included in the contract, since it’s a closed set and you’d be in a bubble with everyone the whole time. That was something I did ask about. Your boss there will have more details, but … it’d be interesting, and you know it. Have you looked at the cast for this movie? It’s a ton of people, and it’ll drive our engagement way up. It’s a long job, but it … it could give you some new opportunities.” 

“I like working for you.” You did - it was the truth, and you wanted the woman to know. “I like picking my own assignments and getting to travel, and I like the freedom of -” “I think you should do it.” She let out a breath and then cleared her throat. “Things are pretty shitty over here, to be honest. There are shortages everywhere, everything’s closed, we had to scale the budget way down for the next quarter, and everyone’s looking at everyone else like they’re carrying the plague if they so much as sniffle. At least if you’re there, you’ll get tested often and you’ll know that the people you’re around are safe, too.” You hadn’t thought about that, but she was right. 

“And I’ve already had it, so it’s not like I can get sick again … that’s a relief.” Trailing your fingers over the smooth, flat stone of the railing, you eyed the expansive green lawn, the dim lights just turning on to illuminate it. “Dammit, Carmen.” Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. “Tell them I’ll do it.” She laughed on the other end of the line, and you smiled too, humming quietly. “Why is this position open, anyway? Wouldn’t this be something that they’d want to have in place before the prep work starts? The actors are starting to get here, and -”

“They had someone, but they had to drop out last minute. Travel documents got fucked up, and she wouldn’t be able to get it sorted in time to fly in, quarantine and start with the shoot. You’ve already quarantined, so there’s no issue there.” 

“Isn’t that perfect.” Inhaling, you could feel the cool night air moving through your lungs though you couldn’t smell it, and you swore under your breath. “This seems too good to be true. I haven’t seen any of these Cliff Beast movies, so hopefully that isn’t a problem. But -” “You’re not missing much.” She laughed - hard - and you did too, the woman continuing after only a few seconds. “This is going to be good for you. I’m actually pretty jealous. Dustin Mulray is in it, and he’s -” “No, shit!” Your eyes widened as she said the name. “Who else?” The woman listed off a few other names, and as she did, your apprehension about the situation began to fade, slowly being replaced with excitement. 

“And of course Dieter Bravo’s in it, but you already know that since you met him.” I did. “I’m really surprised about that, since his last movie was such a different genre, but who knows what he’s trying to do with himself. Maybe he’s trying to get away from the serious stuff and back into the comedy, but -” “We’ll see.” You shivered, the air growing cooler by the second against your bare arms. “Thank you, Carmen, for doing this. Do you want me to keep you updated or send you drafts or -” “Nope.” What? “Don’t even worry about your piece for us until closer to the end of the shoot. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got the next couple of months off. Just … have fun.” Fun? “I’ll call Paula back, and your paperwork should be in the production office tomorrow, or the day after at the latest. They’ll take care of everything.” 

A few seconds later, you hung the phone up, slipping it into the back pocket of your jeans and returning your gaze to the landscape. It was quiet - the only sound the birds chirping off in the distance and the faint rustle of branches, but that didn’t last. “I haven’t seen any of the movies either.” Dieter was on his balcony, a low wall and about ten feet of space between you. “And I’m actually in this one.”

“Sorry if I was being too loud, Mr. Bravo. I -” “Call me Dieter.” He smiled at you, the sunglasses that had been on his shirt earlier perched on his nose, though the lenses were clear. “And you weren’t. I just figured I’d see what the outdoor area of my cell for the next two weeks was like.” Oh, I didn’t even think of that - he’s gotta stay inside too. 

“It’s very small but it gets good sun for a couple hours a day.” Both eyebrows rose, the man cocking his head to one side. “I just finished a month confined to this room, so I definitely don’t envy you.” 

“A month? Why?” 

“Well I was here for work,” you replied, turning and leaning one hip against the railing. “And I came into contact with someone that tested positive while I was filming my piece on the town a couple miles away, so I had to isolate… and then toward the end of that, I somehow tested positive, even though I have no idea who it would have been from.” He winced. “Yeah, it was pretty shitty, but I didn’t have to go to the hospital, so it could have been much worse than just not being able to smell or taste anything.” Wetting your lips, you kept speaking. “So I had to stay here for another two weeks, which ended this morning, and I was supposed to fly home, but I guess they somehow forgot I was even here and locked everything down instead, so…” 

“So now you’re stuck here with us.” He smirked, a large dimple appearing in one cheek. “But the only difference is that while we’re cooped up in our rooms, you won’t be.” 

“How much did you hear?” Laughing, you rolled your eyes. “Nosy.” 

“It’s not like I have anything else to do.” Standing up, the man ran a hand through his hair, the curls sticking out even more than they had been. “You ever been on a movie set before?” 

“No, nothing like this. And I bet with it being so closed off, it’s going to be -” “None of us have ever done this shit before.” He rolled his eyes - though the action was playful -  and you caught the glint of an earring in the light spilling out from his room and onto the balcony. Didn’t notice that before. “It’s new for me too.” That might have been true, but you knew that you were still on unequal footing, due to his having to constantly adapt to different situations and responsibilities on sets and having the experience where you didn’t. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Mr. - Dieter.” You caught yourself, pressing your lips together and pausing. “I didn’t know who you were earlier, and I apologize for that. I wouldn’t have been such a -” “Don’t apologize. I know what it’s like to be fuckin’ stressed. Plus the mask didn’t help, right?” The grin that spread over his face made him seem almost boyish, and you couldn’t help smiling back. “And I know what people say about me. I know what people think about me, and it’s fine.” He shrugged. “I’m used to it. But…” He stepped marginally closer, though he kept most of the distance. “This is Hollywood. Not everything’s real. And maybe over the next couple of months you’ll get to know that.” What does that mean? 

“Dieter, I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean, but …” You gestured at the open door to your room, choosing not to look away from him. “This is the last night that I’ll spend in this room. That blonde at the front desk can’t move me out of this side of the hotel fast enough, so I’m sure I’ll disappear to another wing of the building with the film crew, just to make sure I don’t bother the talent.” 

His face fell slightly - which surprised you, but you understood that he likely wasn’t looking forward to spending the next fourteen days alone, much in the same way you’d spent so much time by yourself. “I wonder.” He mumbled the words, brow furrowed, but then his expression changed, the man’s face smoothing out. “The first five Cliff Beasts movies are on Netflix, did you know that?” I didn’t. “If you’re going to be working on the set for 6, you might want to watch at least one of them.” “Shouldn’t you take your own advice?” He laughed then, the sound carrying through the darkness. “We’ll see.” You didn’t know what else to say to him, and so instead of just standing there, you took a step to the side, closer to the doors. “I’m getting cold, so I’m going to go inside. If I don’t see you again until filming starts, I hope you have a good quarantine.” He frowned at you - pushing his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, and you had to bite back a smile at the expression, keeping your face neutral. Oh, he’s trouble. The man muttered something in reply that you didn’t catch, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Also? The groundskeepers make their rounds at about 11 am every day. So if you want to talk to a real person and not someone via video or over the phone, that’s your best bet.” 

“You’re fucking joking.” Head shaking back and forth, you kept your eyes on him. “The only people you’ve talked to for the last month are the gardeners?” Agreeing and telling him that there’d been a couple days where you’d said hello to a delivery driver, too, you heard him swear, his fingers tightening against his biceps. “Fuck that. Now I get why you were so upset in the lobby.” 

“Goodnight, Dieter.” Taking two steps, you paused and looked back, finding that he was still following your movement with his eyes, the man’s body angled so that he could watch you reenter your room. “The main groundskeeper's name is Colin, by the way. He likes fishing.” 

You heard Dieter’s groan as you stepped over the threshold and back into the carpeted floor of your room, lips splitting into a wide smile while you pulled the doors mostly shut. That went well. 

You’d never interacted with a legitimate movie star before, but if the job was everything that Carmen had explained, that would change over the course of the following few months. Dieter was only the beginning, you realized as you scrolled through the announced cast list, and while he was arguably the most talented, he wasn’t the most famous - and you had to wonder what the others would be like. Guess I’ll find out. 

A half hour later, you were showered and in bed, the TV on and remote in hand. As you clicked through the Netflix menu, you replayed your conversation with Dieter in your mind, trying to make sense of it. He usually comes off as such a pretentious dick, but he wasn’t… that’s not what I saw. 

Setting the alarm on your phone, you plugged it in to charge and then pressed play on the TV remote, snuggling down and into the blankets while the title screen of the first Cliff Beasts appeared on the screen. Might as well see what I’m getting myself into. 

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[thiserichann]

cookies and cream - lee jeno

reader x jeno

genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough

word count: 4k-ish

warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?

This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.

Holy fuck.

That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.

You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.

But holy fuck.

You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.

"Miss Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.

"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"

You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.

"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"

"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."

"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."

You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.

You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.

Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.

A good one, too.

It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment

It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.

Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.

Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.

And that's where you've met him.

The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.

He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"

As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.

It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.

Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.

You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.

Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.

You: Hey svlr. School stuff.

  He opened the chat and started typing right away.

  LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.

You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.

LJ: Just the socks?

You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)

You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.

LJ: If only I could :(

You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.

You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.

LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet

LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to

LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?

LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place

LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable

LJ: Hello?

LJ: I'm really sorry

You: Chill. I'm right here

You: I just went to the bathroom

LJ: Oh

You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well

You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea

You: But with the Covid

LJ: Thoughts?

You: I don't think it's a great idea

The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.

LJ: I understand

LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you

LJ: I’ll take care of the rest

LJ: Deal?

You: I'll sleep on it.

You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.

LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then

You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.

You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.

What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?

You sighed.

Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?

You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.

With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.

You: So, I thought about it

LJ: And?

You: I need to know I can trust you

LJ: Okay. How?

You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?

You: Is that fine with you?

Within a split second, he sent his reply.

He actually did it.

You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.

LJ: Consider it done.

He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.

He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.

Lee Jeno.

LJ.

Seems legit.

Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.

You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.

You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.

As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…

“Where’re are you off to?”

You raised your backpack to show to your mother.

“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”

She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.

She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.

“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”

… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.

As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.

It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.

You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.

Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.

Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).

You: I’m almost at the café.

He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.

This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.

On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.

From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.

It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.

You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.

He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.

“You’re actually here.”

“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

tap tap tap tap

The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.

Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.

Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.

Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,

Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.

tap tap tap tap

Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.

As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.

No biggie.

"Hey."

Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.

Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”

He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.

You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.

He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.

But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.

You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.

“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”

You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.

He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.

You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.

You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.

He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.

He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.

He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.

You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.

“Something wrong?”

“Hold tight.”

You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.

Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.

“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”

"God. You're beautiful."

He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.

He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.

He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.

 Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.

 "Gorgeous."

He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.

You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.

His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.

"Keep it."

He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.

"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."

You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.

"Good girl."

His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.

His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.

"Oh my god. That's it."

You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.

You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.

He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.

It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.

Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.

"Stop stop stop."

You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.

"Can I ride your face?"

At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.

"Shit. I'm coming..."

  You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.

You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You  sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.

“Yes mom?”

“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”

You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.

“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”

“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”

“Yeah mom. Bye.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.

“Where are you going?”

Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.

“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”

You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”

You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.

After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.

It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.

You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.

To be continued.

[supernova-cas]

so @itsinjustbeing made this post and @mochadean added the tags and I wrote a little thing about Dean studying for his GED. 

The humidity surrounded him like a thick coat, seeping into the kitchen through the window screens, barely held at bay by the old fan whirring about two inches from Dean’s face. He wiped at his face with one hand, the other pushing down at the page he was reading, trying to stop the flapping page from flying away and taking the prep book with it. He was just on the verge of finishing the chapter, pen between his teeth as he ran his finger down the page when he heard the car pull up. Within moments he was up, the book flipped over and shoved far away from him, his own hands around a half-assembled rifle. By the time the screen door slammed shut he looked, for all intents and purposes, like he was just taking care of his weapon.

It was a moment before he heard the tell-tale sound of Bobby’s thick boots scuffing the floor and he sagged slightly, the tension draining out of him even before Bobby came into the kitchen and spoke

“You can put that down, boy, it’s just me.” He came in, groceries on one arm, a takeout bag on the other. “Brought dinner. Get your shit off the table and we can eat.”

“Thanks.” Dean put the rifle down sheepishly, and picked his book back up. He piled it up with the notebook he’d been writing in, the three different pens and the odd blue highlighter Bobby had found in a drawer somewhere that made up his studying tools. He dropped them down on the couch before coming back to join Bobby.

They ate in a comfortable silence for a bit before Bobby spoke up.

“I told you this morning. Your dad’s halfway across the country, he’s not coming back for another few weeks. Trust me, there’re plenty of jobs up there, and he’ll want to take them.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dean answered around a mouthful of food. “I know that, he called last night.”

He’d picked up the phone, listened to John tell him about the job he was on, coughed a few times into the phone to try and make it convincing. Bobby had been skeptical of his plan at first, pretending to be sick to get the few weeks off without John realizing what he was doing. But Dean knew his father well enough to realize the moment Dean wasn’t going to be helpful John would be happy to drop him on anyone who’d take him, and understood him well enough to know that despite Bobby’s comments to the contrary Dean’s father wouldn’t get too worried when that sickness extended longer than a week or so. He chalked it up to his father wanting him to be tough. Trusting that Dean could handle whatever came after him, be it vamp or virus. It was a sign of his father’s trust in him and of course that only made what he was doing worse.

“So, there’s no reason to go throwing books about.” Bobby said.

“Yeah, I know.” Dean repeated.

Bobby looked like he was going to say something else but thought the better of it. Neither of them was very good at talking, but both of them understood the full unsaid conversation that hung in the air between them. Dean looked away, around at the cluttered room, down at the scratched table, anywhere but Bobby’s face. They lapsed into their regular silence until it settled again, back to comfortable.

Dean crumpled the trash up when they’d finished, throwing it out while Bobby took out a six pack and took one out. Dean reached for one, getting his hand slapped away.

“You done with what you wanted to do today?” Bobby asked in a tone that made it clear he knew what the answer was going to be.

“No.” Dean said it anyway, slumping back in his chair.

“Well then.” Bobby stuck the rest of them in the fridge.

Dean rolled his eyes but retrieved his books from the couch anyways, setting himself back up at the table and trying his best to refocus. It was hard, his mind kept trying to run in a million different directions, all directly away from the path the book was trying to take him. He’d been doing alright before but his mind had taken the break as a cue to shut down all functions responsible for understanding the numbers on the page and how he was supposed to be solving them.

This was why school was Sammy’s thing.

Still, Dean wanted to do this. He didn’t know why, knew he could never defend his case for it, but Dean wanted his GED. Even if right now his brain was fighting him about it. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he picked up on most the lessons in school easily enough when he was able to attend and even studying on his own, when he was able to keep his head down, when he got really drawn into the material, he was able to do fine. But now, suddenly he was faced with the practice questions and half of what he thought he’d known had flown right out of his mind. Fuck. Maybe he was stupid.

He sighed, flipping back through the chapter, trying to pin the knowledge back down, lock it up so it couldn’t fly away again. He was vaguely aware of Bobby working the phones in the background, his voice melding into the rest of the background noise, mixing with the old fan, the creaky chair he kept moving about in, the mosquito who was always just out of reach. Suddenly that whine was all he could focus on, unable to force his attention on anything else. He reread the same paragraph twice without taking anything in, the persistent droning impossible to ignore. He pushed his chair back, determined to find it and put an end to it. He tried to swat it but it was quick, darting out of the way every time. He waited another moment, until it seemed settled on the table before he swung his book down, crushing it with a loud, heavy thud!

For a moment there was blessed silence.

“Dean? What’s going on in there?” Bobby called from the other room.

“Nothing!” he answered back. “Mosquito.”

“So ya killed it with a hammer?” Bobby asked, coming back in. He took a moment to take in the scene. Dean, standing above the table, frustrated frown still on his face, the book slammed down onto the table face down, the back flipped over to reveal the past owner’s graffiti. He stared for about a second before he picked up the book, shut it and put it aside. He walked over to the fridge and took out another couple of beers, offering one to Dean.

“I didn’t finish.” Dean said.

“You’re finished for tonight.” Bobby said, gesturing for him to take it.

“You don’t think I can keep going?” Dean asked.

“I don’t think you should. You’ve been at it all day; you’ll be at it tomorrow. You’re not getting anything more done tonight.”

Dean took it wordlessly, stepping out of the kitchen out onto the back porch. Bobby followed after, sitting on the bench pressed against the wall.

“This is stupid.” Dean said finally. “This whole thing, me trying to study for this, lying to my father, it’s stupid. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Bobby waited until he was finished, taking a long drink.

“You done?” he asked. “With that little pity party of yours?”

“It’s not a pity party!” Dean turned back to face him. “I can’t even study properly, couldn’t even finish the section today.”

“So, you’ll finish it tomorrow.” Bobby answered. “You’ve been studying non stop since you got here, got your head bent over that book and takin a break right now aint gonna undo that. It’s just gonna let you focus tomorrow.”

“And if it doesn’t? If I fail, and this whole thing was just a waste?”

“Then we’ll do this all again I guess.” Bobby shrugged. “Listen boy, you’ve had a lot of stupid ideas. This is one of your rare sensible ones, don’t go screwin it up now by just giving up.”

Dean just shrugged, cracking open his beer and sitting down next to him. Between the two of them hung his agreement, his apology and his gratitude. Between them hung Bobby’s support, his acceptance.

Tomorrow he’d keep studying. Next week he’d take the test. And then it’d be over or they’d do this all again.

[pasiveagressive]

Quarantine // h.s.

This was a request! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Language, implications of adult activities

March 1st 2020

Today was the happiest day of your life. You married your best friend in the world, with your closest friends and family present. You thought the day Harry asked you to marry him was going to be your all time high, but you now realise that nothing would ever compare to saying I do. You got married in Harry’s hometown. A sort of destination wedding for you and your family and a local one for him and his. 

“Hey Mrs. Styles.” you feel his arms wrap around you. You are standing in the bathroom of your honeymoon suite. Wrapped in just a towel steam fogging up the mirror from the shower the two of you had just taken.

“Oh god Harry, I don’t know if I can go by that. That is what I called your mom when we first started dating. It just seems weird.” you laugh and lock eyes with him through the reflection.

“Well that’s too bad. When you agreed to marry me you agreed to become Mrs. Harry Styles, so that’s what I am calling you from now on.” He teases you kissing your neck at the same time. 

“Babe.” You whine

“Yes Mrs. Styles?” you shoot him a look “Maybe this will help. Mrs. Styles,” a kiss on your neck “Mrs Styles,” another this one a little higher, “Mrs Styles.” This time you grab him and put his lips on yours.

“Yeah definitely helping.” you sigh into him.

March 10 2020

You had just gotten back to LA from your honeymoon last night. Harry had gotten up early to go to some meetings about Love on Tour. So you are home alone. You have the TV on as you fold laundry from your trip. 

“Breaking news, the Covid-19 virus has spread and more countries are shutting down, banning all travel.” the news anchor explains. You stop and look at the TV. Watching as the report goes on explaining what's happening.

March 13 2020

“Breaking news, the Covid-19 virus has spread and the President of the United States has declared a state of emergency, issuing a stay at home order for all non essential personnel.” three days ago this had seemed a world away, here it was now on your front doorstep. You and Harry sit and watch the new anchor go into more details. After the report you turn off the TV. Harry has his arms around you but you lean in closer if possible.

“This is scary bub.” you say out loud, breaking the silence and speaking what is on both of your minds. Harry just nods his head and then smiles 

“Guess what though angel?” 

“What’s that bub?”

“It’s like our honeymoon has been extended.” you shake your head smiling.

“That is true I suppose.” you pretend to think about it “I don’t know though, I might not feel the same now that there is no sun, or sand, or ocean, or Mai Tai in my hand.” you tease

“Well the Mai Tai thing we can fix, but I am sure you won’t be saying any of that here in a minute.” he smirks picking you up and making you squeal.

April 27 2020

You and Harry were fighting. Again. It feels like the 20th time in the last week that the two of you had gone at it. He is stressed and you are stressed and you both are sick of being cooped up in the apartment, that honestly was a bit to small for the two of you but it originally only had to work for a few weeks before Love on Tour was supposed to kick off, and while he was away you were going to go house shopping. Obviously that hadn’t happened. The current pandemic caused everything to go wrong. 

“I just don’t understand why you would do that!” Harry yells 

“That is how I have always done it, before we were together, and since we’ve been together.” you retort with an equal volume. 

“Well maybe that’s our problem, maybe we shouldn’t be together.” well that was a new statement. Your eyes go wide. Harry’s do to the moment he realises what he said. “Angel-” He starts but you cut him off.

“Please don’t call me that right now.” You say almost in a whisper trying to hold back tears. “ I need some time alone.” You say walking to your bedroom. You shut the door and that is when you let the tears go. 

It's a little while later when there is a soft knock on the door. 

“Y/N?” you had stopped crying about an hour ago and are just trying to figure out what you want to say to him.  You walk over to the door and unlock it revealing Harry who looked as if he had been crying as well. You yourself are in one of his sweatshirts that is far too big for you but makes you feel as though he is hugging you. Stepping to the side you let him in. “Y/N.” He reaches out to hug you and you brush past him. 

“We need to talk.” you state, he nods.

“Angel you know I didn’t mean what I said.” He tests out the pet name and you allow it, so he continues. “I was upset over literally nothing that you have done, I was just taking my stress out on you which is 100% unfair of me.”

“Yes it is unfair to me. But Harry you can’t say things like that. Do you want to get divorced?” you question and he looks at you like you grew a second head. 

“Is that a joke? Absolutely not.” 

“Then you can never say something like that again. Unless you plan on getting a divorce-” 

“Never going to happen.” he cuts you off

“As I was saying unless you plan on getting a divorce we can’t say things like that to each other. Harry I literally felt like I couldn’t breathe and that you didn’t want me for a while.” tears start rolling again. This time when Harry reaches out to you, you let him hold you “I love you so much and to hear you say those words nearly broke me bub.” you feel something hit the top of your head and look up to see Harry crying as well.

“I am so sorry love. You are my everything and I never want to make you feel that way okay? I love you so very much.” He kisses your forehead and the two of you fall asleep like that.

July 1st 2020

“Hey there to the lovely couple!” Jimmy Fallon says as you sit in front of your computer. 

“Hi Jimmy.” 

“‘Ello Jimmy.” 

“How are the two of you doing? Staying healthy?” Jimmy asks and you let Harry answer

“Yeah we are.” Harry smiles and answers

“What have been your favorite things to do while stuck at home?” He asks this time you answer

“We have being doing a lot of cooking and baking and then a lot of working out to equalize all of the cooking and baking.” you answer with a laugh Harry nods his head agreeing with you

“Y/N has also really gotten into TikTok. She tries to get me to do them with her but I haven’t broken yet.” 

“Ah yes young people things.” Jimmy laughs and the two of you laugh with him “Y/N I have to ask, what was it like on that beach with your husband eroctically eating watermelon?” 

“Just that Jimmy eroctic.” Harry goes red as you and Jimmy laugh some more. 

“Okay honesty time you two, have things been completely smooth sailing at the styles’ household?”

“Oh god no.” you answer immediately

“Yeah no, but that's to be expected. We only saw each other for two months and then after that we were still seeing each other almost every single hour of every single day.” Harry expands on your answer

“Yeah, I love him with my whole heart but we had never spent time like that together and honestly if this hadn’t happened we may never have. I am almost glad for the pandemic in that sense, because I knew that I loved him but now I know him on a whole new level and I can say that I will never be able to love anyone the way that I love Harry Styles.” you look over at Harry and see that he has teared up “Oh come on Styles don’t go soft on me now.” you joke and kiss his cheek

“Okay I have one more question and it is mainly for you Y/N.”

“Alright, hit me.” you say

“What made you decide to change your name. A lot of celebrities keep their name when they get married but you decided not to, why?” you had been expecting this question

“It really came down to the fact that I want to have the same last name as my husband and our children someday to not wonder why mommy has a different last name than them, or why daddy had a different last name. The more we thought about it the more it made sense. If companies don’t want me to model for them simply because I don’t have the same name I did when I rose to fame, why should I be working with them at all.” Jimmy nods as if what you are saying makes sense

“Alright thank you for zooming with me today.” Jimmy says to you and Harry

“Thanks for having us Jimmy.” Harry says smiling and turns off the camera then he turns to you “Have I told you recently how much I adore you?” 

“It doesn’t hurt to hear it.” You smile at him

“Well I love you so much and I think you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

“Your not so bad yourself Mr. Styles.”