#trust me that masked is not having a good time

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

The Threads of Something More

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, minor language

Author's Note: Here's Part 2 of the First Date fanfic! I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Simon’s flat was simple—neat, but with signs of life scattered around. A worn leather couch, some framed photos on a shelf, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. It felt… personal. More than you expected. There were small touches—his favorite books stacked near the armchair, a half-finished puzzle on the dining table, and a cozy blanket draped over the back of the couch. It was a glimpse into the man behind the mask.

He set the takeout on the coffee table, glancing at you as you eased onto the couch. “Hope you’re good with Chinese,” he said, pulling off his jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair.

“Perfect,” you smiled, watching as he moved around his space—comfortable, yet clearly aware of you. There was something endearing about the way he nervously adjusted a pillow before sitting down.

Simon settled next to you, the food between you both, but his focus wasn’t on the meal. It was on the way you tucked your legs under you, the soft smile that graced your face, and how this all felt strangely… right.

You ate together, laughing about the disaster the fancy restaurant had been when you originally went there for your second date and sharing little bits about yourselves. Simon found himself talking more than usual—telling you about the time Johnny had convinced him to go skydiving on leave, or how he preferred old vinyl records to streaming music. His eyes sparkled when he talked about music, his passion slipping through the cracks of his usual stoicism.

“Skydiving? You? I can’t picture it,” you giggled, covering your mouth.

He chuckled, a deep, rare sound. “Didn’t say I enjoyed it. Johnny practically pushed me out of the plane from how much I refused to go.”

“You’re a soldier though! Isn’t that your whole thing?” You question, stifling a laugh while grabbing another bite of your food.

“I am but I refused to jump from that shaky ass plane Johnny signed us to go in. Was bloody worried it might break down from jus’ me sitting in the damn seat!” He said and a smile grew on his face when he heard the beginning of your laugh which caused him to laugh with you. As you both laughed, the warmth between you continued growing with each passing moment where the tension between you both was on the brink of exploding like a firework.

The movie played in the background, but neither of you paid much attention. Instead, Simon found his arm resting on the back of the couch, fingers brushing against your shoulder. It was subtle, but you leaned into it, your head eventually resting against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong, and comforting.

“Comfortable?” he asked, voice soft against the hum of the TV.

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, heart racing. “Very.”

Simon hesitated, then let his hand trace gentle circles on your arm. It was the most vulnerable he’d been in a long time. Having you there, trusting him enough to be this close, felt heavier than he thought it would.

“Didn’t think I’d be here,” he murmured.

You blinked up at him. “Here… with me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve spent so long keeping people out… didn’t think I’d want something like this.”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’m glad you do. I’m glad you let me in.”

Simon let out a breath, one he hadn’t realized he was holding. He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead. It was soft—tentative—but filled with something deeper. You felt the weight of it, the unspoken emotions wrapped in that simple gesture.

“Simon,” you whispered, your fingers tracing patterns over the back of his hand. “I feel safe with you.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

——

Weeks passed after that night. Dates became regular—sometimes out, sometimes just the two of you at his place or yours. Simon grew more comfortable, letting you see pieces of him he usually kept locked away. You learned how he liked his tea, the way he meticulously organized his gear, and how he secretly loved old classic films.

On a late afternoon, he took you to his favorite spot by the docks. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the water. The waves lapped gently against the wooden posts, the salty breeze tangling in your hair.

“This is where I come to think,” he said, hands in his pockets, his eyes on the horizon.

You smiled, standing beside him. “It’s peaceful.”

He turned, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “I want this to work,” he admitted, voice low and vulnerable. “With you.”

Your heart swelled, warmth spreading through your chest. “It already is, Simon. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you.”

For the first time, he let down the last bit of his guard, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss—the kind that said everything words couldn’t. His hands cupped your face gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks as if you were the most fragile thing he’d ever held.

When you pulled away, breathless, his forehead rested against yours. “You make me feel… whole,” he murmured.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you smiled through them. “And you make me feel loved.”

The sun dipped below the horizon, but neither of you noticed. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you—hearts laid bare and beating in sync.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[shizuturnspages]

Let's say that the yandere were quiet out there until he hears reader child khaenri'ah will get to say for the first time dad/grandfather/brother/uncle, but in the end it turns out that he says it to other people and not to them xD hahaha.

Jealous? Would they kill the poor person?

Not Yours

Synopsis: You had meant no harm.But to them— To them, it was a betrayal. A mistake that would never, ever, happen again. Pairings: Yandere Dainsleif, Pierro, Kaeya, Albedo, and Capitano x Khaenri'ahn Child

Dainsleif – "That Should Have Been Me."

"...So that's how it is, then?"

Dainsleif had never forced you to call him anything.

He simply waited.

After all, who else had been there for you? Who had cleaned your wounds, kept you safe, taught you the truth about Khaenri’ah?

It was only natural that when you finally spoke that word, it would be for him.

But then, you said “Father”—

To someone else.

The smile on their face. The way they ruffled your hair. The way you laughed so freely—

Something inside Dainsleif curdled.

"Careful who you trust, little one." His voice was steady, his expression unreadable. "Not everyone deserves your kindness."

Not like he did.

And as for the fool who had taken what was his?

Well.

They wouldn’t live long enough to hear you say it again.

Pierro – "You Will Learn."

"Hmph. A foolish mistake."

Pierro had already claimed you as his own.

Did you not see it? The warmth he gave you, the resources he provided, the way he nurtured your potential?

It didn’t matter that he had never demanded a title from you.

He had earned it.

But Grandfather?

You called some old, irrelevant fool your Grandfather?

Pierro did not react outwardly. He did not rage. Did not kill.

Not yet.

"You are still young. Naïve." He ruffled your hair with a hand that felt heavier than it should. "You will learn soon enough who truly deserves your respect."

And the one who had stolen what was rightfully his?

They would be erased.

Kaeya – "I Thought We Were Closer Than That?"

"Oh? I see how it is."

Kaeya had never been the jealous type.

Or at least, he told himself that.

But when you smiled so happily—when you called someone else your Brother—

Something inside him twisted.

He had thought… no, he had been sure it would be him.

Hadn’t he been the one to tease you? To make you laugh? To keep you safe?

And yet, you had chosen someone else.

"That kind of hurts, you know?" His voice was still sweet, but the grip on your shoulder was a little too firm.

"Tell me, [Name]... are you sure you picked the right brother?"

He would make sure you never doubted again.

And as for the imposter?

Kaeya was good at making things disappear.

Albedo – "You Were Incorrect."

"That was… a miscalculation."

Albedo had calculated this moment.

He had studied you, understood you, predicted when you would finally call him Brother.

And yet.

You said it to someone else.

At first, he merely stared. Processing. Reevaluating.

Then, something in him faltered.

"How… peculiar." His voice was quiet. Calm. Too calm.

"It seems I have made an error in judgment."

No. No, it wasn’t his mistake.

It was theirs.

Because someone had interfered. Someone had manipulated you. Misguided you.

That was the only explanation.

And so, he would simply… remove the problem.

Capitano – "Unacceptable."

"…You will not say that again."

Capitano had never been a man of soft words.

He had protected you. Kept you strong. Taught you discipline.

And in return, he had expected only one thing.

Loyalty.

But when you called another man ‘Father’—

No.

No.

"That is incorrect." His voice was firm. Absolute.

"You belong to me."

"Say it again—" His gloved fingers tilted your chin upward. His mask reflected your uncertain expression. "Say it, properly this time."

Because you were his child.

And there would be no other.

As for the man who had stolen your first word?

Their body would never be found.

[gyodragon]

POST GRIFFITH TORTURE RENASSIANCE!!! i keep staring at your art of griffith's broken stare with the bandages wrapped across his face and his emaciated little corpse beside guts...

I read this ao3 fic about his struggle with recovery in an aftermath where he doesn't go apeshit. *offers it to you gently* https://archiveofourown.org/works/609721

it made me think, as a certified griffith expert, what do you think his recovery may have looked like? could anything possibly have still made him happy after all of that... or at least minorly not-miserable? what kinds of things do you think he'd enjoy in such a state?

would he even try to grow out his hair?

The Renaissance that really constricts our hearts!! I remember when first learning Berserk, it was the transformation Griffith has after the torture that got its hooks into me and compelled me to read the series. The rest is history. Thank you so much btw! I've only drawn him a few times but it feels like more in my heart. Thank you for sending that fic my way! (I'm super into gen fic and that is a good one) *Certified Griffith Expert* AHH! That's sweet! I'd like a badge or something after this long LOL. First off, this ask has given me SUCH AN ITCH to pick 'Iron Hawk' back up (my fan project about Griffith being rescued from the Tower early and the aftermath of that. It's my baby) I'm thinking about maybe using a different, more sustainable format by writing multi-chapter fanfiction with accompanying illustrations. But I assume you mean a scenario about his recovery after the canon full year of torture. Interesting. I actually haven't put a ton of thought into that because, morbidly, I have a hard time imagining any outcome after that amount of trauma where he isn't doomed. So assuming this is a world in which he is able to make some progress in his recovery that allows him to regain some mobility and use of his hands, I could see a return of the bandit era. I could see Judeau with his ingenuity and the help of other Hawks working together to fashion him a kind of wheelchair. A Merlin chair wouldn't fit with the time period but you get the idea! Maybe he eventually uses a cane and back brace. He grows his hair out but it never comes back as thick or as long. He shows his face again but rotates a collection of partial porcelain masks to cover the worst of his scars. If his hands heal enough, he learns sign language, writes with the tip of his finger in people's palms and writes with a large pen or quill. (edit: I've recently been totally swayed by your post about him relearning to speak and whispering to his trusted inner circle. I'm SOLD) I think his band would continue to whittle down until only the most loyal remained. The core members who would inevitably transform back into his friends. He used to protect himself from 'friends' with compartmentalization when they were among the thousands of Hawks under his command. I think that Griffith's life during recovery would be hell but he could find happiness in his inner circle reducing to a small group. Like when he was a kid. I think with the deterioration of his body, it could be possible that his mind goes into overdrive. The frail, mute, mysterious general who is even more of a political/military genius. No more White Hawk. He is just 'Griffith' or 'General' or 'The prisoner'. After enough banditry and roaming, the group reclaims a comfortable position in a land away from political enemies. Griffith gives up on his dream and focuses on fulfilling the promise of his vision to just these few people. He is even able to preform Robin Hood-like feats in the countryside. Outlaw goodness, that sort of thing. He doesn't retire himself though. I have a dark outlook. I think he probably satisfies himself with this twilight campaign, sees his remaining friends in positions of security and wealth and when all is said and done he eventually claims his own life. I think Guts is the last one with him when he is finally finished.

[alwaysanundertone]

high sex drive | poly! marauders x fem! reader

hurt/comfort + smut

TW: NSFW, piv, non-protected sex, oral (f/m receiving)

Sirius was drawing patterns on your thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing the supple skin there ever so slowly while his head rested on your belly. Your other two boyfriends were cuddling each other, they were all spent after coming many times, so why weren’t you?

You found every touch maddening, it didn’t make sense for you to be so wound up; it wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten off, because you had, and plenty of times.

The problem was your sex drive. Your desire wasn’t something that your ex boyfriends accepted, nor did they deem it normal, one of them even suggested to go see a sex therapist one time, and you did. The session failed to give you answers, and after some time you just gave up, resigning yourself to a life of not voicing your own needs.

It went good, as good as faking being satisfied would go, but it wasn’t that bad after all. With these guys, though, it was really difficult to just pretend.

“Love?”

You looked up, finding three pairs of eyes focused on you. “Mh?”

“Where did you go, dove? You’ve been awfully quiet. Sirius just asked you if you are hungry, we thought about ordering something, is pizza good?”

You refrained from blushing, hating the fact that you weren’t able to mask your true feelings even in a peaceful moment like that. “Sorry, I’ve just been lost in my own thoughts, I guess” You chuckled, sounding suspicious even to your own ears. “Pizza’s good, thank you”

You felt Sirius mouth closing over your inner thighs, its teeth piercing the supple skin there, making you gasp. “Come on, darling, you know you can tell us anything”

The thing was that every boyfriend you had started this conversation like this, telling you that it was okay, that he would have taken care of you, and then when they found out that they couldn’t change you, they’d start to call you a nympho, making you ashamed of yourself. So no, you weren’t sure you could tell them anything.

“You’re doing it again, love” James was looking at you through pleading eyes, it was really hard to resist him when he was acting like this, but you had to. The guys were the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and you weren’t willingly letting them go for something as stupid as your sex drive.

“Oh, uh” You blushed. “I think I’m just kind of tired, you know? Nothing crazy”

There was a moment of silence, then Remus spoke up. “This thing won’t work if you’re keeping stuff from us, dove. You have to understand the importance of trust, if you don’t want to talk about it now, fine, but at least tell us the main topic that’s bothering you so much you’re not even listening to us when we’re talking to you”

His words felt like a harsh slap to your cheek, bringing true tears to the surface, which you tried to fight against, to no avail.

“Sorry, I don’t want to bother you, I do trust you, it’s just-“

“Was sex too much? Were you unconfortable? You’ve been like this since we had sex, did we hurt you?”

Sirius sounded horrified, and you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of your mouth, you had to fix this.

“No, no it’s quite the opposite actually” They were all looking at you expectantly, you sighed. “It’s just- I have a high sex drive, okay? And I hate it, I know it’s twisted and disgusting and not right but I need to get off multiple times a day and sometimes having sex worsens the situation because then I keep wanting more and I hate it, you evet got me off so many times I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” Now that the words were comung out of your mouth, you couldn’t seem to stop them. “And I’ve been to sex therapists but they don’t know how to turn this off and just- I’m so sorry you’re probably regretting even-“

“Do not finish that sentence for the love of God”

You furrowed your brows. “Sirius what-“

“No, I should be the one saying sorry, I’ve been torturing you for the past hour and I didn’t even notice it.”

“And you’re not disgusting” James piped in.

“Dove, it’s nothing crazy, we can just-“

“No you can’t fix it.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth even if you tried, years of shame weighting you down. “Every ex that I had told me that they could fix it but it just doesn’t go away and I know it’s a burden” You pressed your hands to your face, hating this situation and hating yourself even more for letting it happen.

“Dove, would you please let us finish?” You nodded, your hands firmly locked in place. “Okay, I was trying to say that you can tell us if you’re needy and we’ll be really happy to help. There’s three of us, and if we aren’t available, there are your toys, you know? I don’t know what douchebags you dated, but this would never be a burden to us” His eyes were pleading you to believe him, and you found yourself wanting to.

“I think it’s anything but a burden, darling” You blushed slightly at Sirius, who was now laying on his belly, his head hovering right above your centre. You squirmed unconfortably, he smirked at you. “I’m being mean, aren’t I? Hovering just above you, so close yet so out of touch” His lips were now grazing your earlobe, making you shiver head to toe, the movement of his hands on your inner thigh maddening. “Such a pretty little thing, so flustered, what do you want now, love?”

You tried to tell him, but being vocal about your needs was something you weren’t used to, especially after years of slut shaming in your past relationship. You tried to avoid his question, wriggling your hips. “You know what I want”

He tsked. “No, I don’t. Do you want my mouth?” He lightly kissed you above your panties and shorts, making you grunt. “Mh, interesting. Maybe it’s my fingers that you want?” He caressed your nipples over the thin fabric of your -James’s- shirt. “My cock?”

The moment was interrupted by a pornographic grunt, coming from a very flustered James. “Fuck that’s so hot” He palmed his dick over his boxer briefs, making you blush.

“Look at him, darling, you’re making him needy. I think we should give him a show.”

You whimpered. “Sirius, please”

“I can give you everything you want, love. Just ask me”

You swallowed your pride. “I want your mouth, please”

He tutted. “Where do you want it? Here?” He grazed your forehead, the slightest touch sending you ablaze with need.

“No, Sirius, fuck, I want it on my pussy, please eat me out, I’m begging you” You couldn’t recognize your own voice, it sounded breathy, restrained, too close to begging.

“Gladly, darling” He pushed your shorts down, ripping the soft fabric of your panties in two. You didn’t have time to complain, his mouth immediately landing right on your clit.

His tongue started massaging the little bud, making you gasp as he flicked it repeatedly, moaning while doing so.

“You’re so wet, darling, I’m kind of mad, you know? You were really trying to keep this from me, from us” You shivered as you felt his index finger teasing your hole slowly, making you arch your back.

As he entered you, Remus was right above you, his dick in his hand, stroking your cheek with his free one. “Open up, dove, make me feel good”

He didn’t have to ask twice, your mouth opening right as Sirius thrusted into you with his fingers. “Fuck, she’s so wet James, fuck the show come here”

Suddenly, all three of your boyfriends were on you, James lining the crown of his cock at your entrance as Sirius lips closed right on your clit, sucking on it hardly. You felt one of Remus’s hands right over your right nipples, pinching it slightly, making you arch your back.

Your head was spinning, you felt awfully close to orgasming. “Fuck, love if you squeeze me like that I won’t last”

“That’s fine” Sirius piped in. “That’s why there’s three of us, to keep her satisfied” He tutted as you tried to close your thighs. “That isn’t nice now love, is it? Keep them open for us, stay still”

You loved when he was mean during sex, loved how he made you feel like you were at his mercy. “Sirius, close, god”

He chuckled. “You’re already coming, aren’t you? You’ve been such a good girl, telling us what you need, I think you deserve to come” You felt Remus’s cock swelling in your mouth, you rushed to swallow every drop of him, trying to focus on it, but it was difficult when you had two of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen between your thighs.

“Come now, darling. Be a good girl and come for us”

It was all it took for you to explode, your mouth wide open, eyes shut as you gripped Sirius head with all your force. He wasn’t complaining, though, still lapping at you, while James got off inside of you, his thrust loosing force and rhythm.

Just as you were coming down from your high, you felt another cock probing at your entrance.

“What…”

“Hush, love, I think you got one more in you, don’t you?”

You weren’t able to respond, your long-haired boyfriend immediately started rutting into you, his hips hitting the back of your thighs at a punishing rhythm.

“You’re so hot, fuck” The sounded that came out of you were pornographic, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you could already tell that this orgasm was going to shake you thoroughly.

All you could manage to do, to say, was chant your boyfriends’ name like a prayer.

“Come on now, dove, give us another” Remus leaned down to kiss you, his tongue caressing yours, you couldn’t help but moan in his open mouth.

You obliged, drenching Sirius’s cock as your brain completely shut down. You could feel your boyfriend coming inside of you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself down to Earth.

You found yourself in a hot tub, James massaging your shoulders behind you while Remus stood kneeling outside of it, rubbing your feet.

“How do you feel? Good?”

You hummed, looking up at your long-haired boyfriend, your hand reaching up caress his face.

“Really, love? Me and Remus are both cuddling you, and it’s him you reward?” James’s tone had no bite in it, still you reached your other hand behind his head, scratching his scalp.

“Hey, it’s me who ate her out, it’s only fair, really” He winked at you.

There was a bit of silence, then you felt Remus hands wondering up your thighs.

“What-“

He smiled at you. “I think I can get another one out of you, just relax against Jamie and let me do the work”

You moaned lightly, nuzzling against your boyfriend’s toned chest, wondering what you’ve done to deserve them.

[flamingspud]

He’s a Skateboard Legend, Trust

How did Joel get here? Pride. But it was fine, he knew what he was doing.

Joel bets Etho he can fit in with the skateboarders. It goes about as well as you expect.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63372760

My second work for the @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes !! Enjoy!

fic under the cut:

How did Joel get here?

Pride. But it was fine, he knew what he was doing.

Not about skateboarding mind you, no, he hadn't the faintest clue about how to do that. He wasn't even properly good at balancing on the board.

But it couldn't be that hard, right? He bet money on it, and there was no way he was going to let Etho win.

He was sitting off to the side, when Etho, frustratingly, said "hey, Joel, why don't you show us your skills?"

Joel waved him off, like he'd been doing all night to any skaters who'd invited him to actually skate. "I'm just taking a drink, I will in a minute."

You see, the deal wasn't to prove he was an excellent skateboarder, but instead not to be caught out as a fake for the entire night. However, Etho wasn't going to make that easy for him.

"Ok, I'll wait for you then."

Joel could hear the smile in his voice as he said it. He had made sure to say it loudly enough so that the others heard, so it wasn't like Joel could get out of it without blowing his cover.

Fine, if he was going to be that way, so be it.

Joel took a long sip of his water, buying time to calm his nerves.

He then screwed the cap shut and walked over to the bowl with confidence.

Joel could tell by the way Etho looked at him that he was smirking at him under his mask. "Why don't we have a little challenge, see who skates better?"

"Sure," Joel said, way too confident for a man who just threw out his excuse of he wasn't trying.

"Perfect," Etho replied. Joel then watched as he dropped down into the bowl, flew up the other side, and did some kind of kickflip or something in the air before seamlessly rolling back down and across to where Joel and the others were standing.

He neatly hopped back up and landed on his feet. "Top that."

Joel could tell by the crowd's reaction that he hadn't done something insanely impressive, something only Joel knew was to make a bigger fool out of him.

He simply smiled lazily at him, and put his board on the ground. He stepped up onto it, managing not to lose his balance as he got himself into position.

Joel took a deep breath, and pushed off.

He fell off as soon as the first wheel went over the edge. He shot his arms out in a last ditch effort to save this, but it was no good.

He hit head head on the lip of the bowl, and scraped his hands as he tumbled down to the bottom.

"Joel!"

Etho was quickly at his side as he sat up, somewhat dazed.

"Are you ok?" He asked, all his competitiveness gone.

Joel gave him a shaky thumbs up. "That's what the helmet's for, right?"

Etho was incredulous. "You weren't meant to actually try it!"

Joel giggled. "You thought I was going to give up that easily?"

"Well, kind of, yeah."

Joel laughed even harder at that. "Well you thought wrong."

Etho rolled his eyes and helped Joel to his feet. He then grabbed his board and guided Joel out of the bowl.

"Woah, what happened? Are you ok?" One of the bystanders asked once they were on flat ground.

"Fine," Joel said. He doubted anyone was going to believe that he was a pro now.

"I think he has a dodgy wheel," Etho said matter-of-factly.

Joel's eyes went wide. Once Etho had helped him over to a bench off to the side, Joel hissed "what was that?!"

"What was what?" Etho asked innocently.

"You just saved my ass from being found out!" He told him, "why?!"

Etho shrugged. "I figured you were way too desperate for five bucks to let your sacrifice go to waste."

"I wasn't desperate," Joel insisted, but Etho shook his head.

"You tried a bowl trick when you have the grace of an elephant."

"Hey, I did pretty alright for the first second!"

Etho laughed. "Yeah right."

Joel shoved him. "You're the one who challenged me!"

"Yeah, that was my bad."

"Yes, it was."

A comfortable silence fell between the two, as they watched the others go about their boards.

Despite absolutely eating cement, Joel had fun.

Maybe he should make bets with Etho more often.

[lacontroller1991]

Out Cold (Albert Wesker x Reader)

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Warnings: 18+, canon gore/violence, medical jargon, vomit, guns, language

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Haven't written in a while and haven't written for Wesker but damn I had a good idea and I hope it does well! Based off the Walking Dead

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The room is freezing by the time you awoke struggling for air, a plastic tube blocking your airway as you pull it out, coughs wracking through your body as your throat burns. Sucking in gulps of air, you manage to gain back autonomy of your body as your heart rate calms down. As you calm down, your eyes trace around the room, dark and cold, as if no one has entered in some time. A vase containing flowers, wilted, rests on the bedside table with a knocked over note.

Piquing your interest, your hand reaches out for the note, bringing it closer for you to read in the dark light.

Get well soon. I miss you.

-Al

The note is short and terse, not like you expected any differently from your captain and lover. What you don’t expect is that the room is dusty and the flowers wilted. Something Albert Wesker would have rectified the second he noticed it. Leaving you to one conclusion, he hasn’t seen you in a while.

The thought of being abandoned by him causes your heart to sink in your chest, but with another look around the room it’s clear no one has been in here in a while. So what happened?

Last thing you remembered was being shot in the chest and falling to the ground while Chris shot the perp. The bullet proof vest did little to block the impact of the bullet as it ripped through you. From there, you can remember flashing lights, Wesker looking down at you with his eyebrows creased in a way that shows his worry, a mask going over your face, and then, nothing. How long has it been?

With a grunt, you manage to rip out the various IVs and catheters that have no use, leaving a mess in its wake. “I need a shower,” as you move to stand up, gravity wins and you fall down, barely breaking the fall with your arms. “Shit.”

The shower is ice cold but it does the trick to get rid of the grime that had accumulated from weeks of bed rest. At least you assume it’s been weeks. Grabbing your bag of clothes from under the bed, a medium size case with a note topples out on top.

I do hope you get this before someone else does.

Trust me and take the medicine.

-Al

Just what is going on? Shaking the confusion from your head, you follow his directions and open the case, a vial and a syringe neatly placed inside with your glock and 3 mags of bullets. 

Inject the green vial into your neck.

It’s simple enough instructions and despite not knowing what it is that you’re injecting into your neck, your trust in Albert outweighs your curiosity of what it is. Inserting the needle into your neck, you shiver as you press the injector, nearly gagging at the feeling of the medicine entering your body. After a minute, a surge of nausea takes over you, causing you to empty the contents of your stomach, clear fluid pooling onto the floor. 

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes look at the syringe with doubt. “What the hell is that?” Struggling to stand up, a series of rounds of gunfire snaps your attention to the door. You’re not alone. “Shit.” It doesn’t take you long to get dressed before you’re stepping out of the room, glock in one hand and a flashlight in another as you take in the view of the hallway. What was once sterile and clean was now filled with various debris and overturned furniture that accompanies a rotting scent that causes your stomach to do flips. 

The empty halls echo various sounds, including the gunfire and snarls. Gripping your gun a little tighter you round the corner as the gunfire grows closer. Maybe whoever is in the building can help you understand exactly what is going on. 

“Freeze! Don’t move!” A masculine voice calls out from further down the hallway and you can barely make out the glint of his gun, pointed at you. Raising your hands in surrender, a bullet rips past your head and into something behind you where a thud follows. Whipping your head around, your eyes land on a woman, maybe a little older than yourself, but the horror of seeing someone just murdered in cold blood covers over the fact that the woman herself is rotting.

“What the fuck?” The man doesn’t acknowledge you as he rushes past, placing two more bullets in the head of the woman. Satisfied with his work, he turns to you, gun pointed at you. 

“Are you bit?”

“What?”

“Have you been bit? Are you infected?” Infected? Bit?

“What is going on? Infected with what?” His face softens as he lowers his gun, quickly gazing around the area for any more threats. 

“Those things, they’re not people. They’re not entirely alive.” Pausing for you to catch up, he sighs as you try to wrap it around your head. “They’re zombies. Where the hell have you been?”

“Zombies.” Eyes flicker back down to the woman as you take in her appearance, skin practically molted off and eyes glazed over. Whoever she had been was not the person that now lays dead on the floor.

“So, who are you?” 

Your eyes flick back up to him, taking in his appearance. The man before you can’t be no older than 25 with a muscular build and shaggy hair that grazes his eyebrows. His arms are bare, showcasing some cuts that seem fresh while the rest of his body is covered in tactical gear. In one hand lies his gun and in another holds a briefcase. He’s obviously here on a mission, what great luck that you have to find him. “Lieutenant (Y/N) (Y/L/N), S.T.A.R.S,” at the mention of S.T.A.R.S, his eyes light up. 

“Oh boy, I found one of your members. I got to get this case back to her because she’s sick and whatever is in here will help her.” You feel guilty that your heart sinks at the announcement that it’s one of your female companions and not your lover, but at least it narrows who he found down to two. 

—-------

You and Carlos, whose name you found out, make it back to the room where they had holed up in record time, instantly running to Jill’s side. “Jill, it’s (Y/N). You’re going to be ok, Carlos is going to get you cured,” your hand runs over her hair in an attempt to soothe her though you know she probably can’t feel it. 

“All right, here it goes,” Carlos injects the serum into Jill. “This shit better work.” Nothing happens and your heart drops. Had you caused Carlos to be too late? Your thoughts are interrupted as a man bursts through the door, looking worse for wear as he clutches his side. “Jesus Tyrell, what happened?” The man doesn’t make a comment as he grabs the remote from the shelf, turning on the tv.

‘Attention all citizens. The contagion spreading throughout the city has been designated uncontainable. On October 1, Raccoon City will be completely destroyed in a missile strike. All residents capable of rational thought are urged to leave immediately.’ Your blood runs cold. Is this seriously how you are going to go out? A missile strike? Your attention turns back to Jill, pressing a cloth against her head to dry the sweat as the two men continue to talk to each other. 

“Come on Jill, wake your ass up.”

“Shit here they come,” Tyrell begins to sit up but Carlos pushes him back down.

“I got this,” his eyes land on you and Jill. “Do you got her covered?”

“Yes, are you going to need help?” His hair moves with each shake of his head.

“No, make sure she doesn’t die,” he doesn’t comment more on the matter before he’s out the door, pushing various blocks of furniture against the door as a barricade, trapping you, Tyrell and Jill.

—------

Minutes pass as you frantically look between Jill and the door that blocks you from the rapid gunfire and snarls that lay outside. Why did this have to happen to you? Have you really been in a coma for that long? Why didn’t Albert come and get you? 

Your questions go unanswered as Jill groans beside you, blue eyes blinking the haze away as she sits up, rubbing her eyes. “What happened?”

“Jill?” Her head turns toward you in confusion as if she couldn’t believe that you’re next to her.

“(Y/N)? You’re alive?” 

She moves to sit up, grunting in pain while you aid her, a hand firm on her back as you sit next to her. “In the flesh. I just woke up today.” Her eyes widen as if she’s seen a ghost. In denial, she shakes her head, hair bobbing with each movement.

“No, that’s impossible. You were in a coma. How?”

“I don’t know,” you’ve been wondering that since you woke up. Judging by the date you’ve been out for at least 3 months and judging from what Carlos had told you about the outbreak, the hospital has been deserted for two weeks. “What happened to the others?” Her face drops as she looks away, tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes.

“Most of them didn’t make it. The ones that did, I don’t know where they are.” Your heart drops. Albert is dead?

“Wesker?” At the mention of your shared captain her face turns sour as if you had just given her a lemon. 

“That traitor.”

“What?”

“He’s been working for Umbrella this whole time. Everyone has died because of him.”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage while your head spins. What does she mean that he’s responsible for people’s deaths? Albert would never. Sure he is a cold and calculating man, but the man that you love would never. “I don’t believe you.”

She lets out a terse laugh that ridicules your stance. “Oh believe it. He made the virus. He and Birkin make the virus that is killing all of those people. He paid for it though. That monster that he made, it killed him.” That doesn’t make sense, you think to yourself, someone had been in your room and left you that case. The flowers too. If what Jill is saying is correct, then those flowers must have been several months old, not weeks.

Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you think back to the vial that you injected into yourself. How did Albert get the vial of medicine? Why was he asking you to trust him on it? What was in it? How did you not know that he was working for Umbrella? 

“You’re awake!” Carlos’s voice booms into the room disrupting your train of thought as he smiles widely. “Holy shit, it worked! Call the government. Tell them we got the cure.” He aids Jill off the bed while your mind continues to process everything. “Come on, we got to go.”

“I can’t.” Your words halt Jill, Carlos and Tyrell as they look at you like you’ve grown two heads. “I can’t go with you.”

“This whole city is about to be nuked if we don’t get out of here,” Tyrell comments with labored breathing while Jill rushes to your side, looping her arm through yours.

“Look, whatever is holding you back is gone. We need to get out of here.”

“Bu-”

“No but, I just got you back, I am NOT going to lose you again,” she tugs you along through the doors while Carlos keeps on the lookout. Begrudgingly, you follow along, promising yourself that you will find Albert Wesker.

[marzipanilla]

A good pop in bruiser can be fun. Ignore them. they're punching the wall. it's their thing.

Oh wow, Jasper and Steven on a road trip would be something. Steven at the first gas station outside of Beach City filling up the tank and Jasper rolls off the highway sound barrier and into a ditch and he's just like ??? need a ride ?? and she's just like instantly NO only to keep showing up after fighting like, bears or some shit while he's trying to get set up at a park your RV campground. Steven: you SURE you don't want a ride ?? Jasper: I AM NOT FOLLOWING YOU Steven: I never said- Jasper: if anything you are following ME. they are truly a great odd couple dynamic. Steven having to bail her out of a police station, are you ready for that ride now ?

Hahaha. Nolan having to learn to use cameras on Earth specifically just to spite Spider-man is fucking hilarious. Debbie like oh ?? are you interested in holding on to the memories of our time here?? and Nolan just having to be like : /

hehe. JJ instantly trusting Omni-Man bc of his mustache and Peter having to be like ??? you know nothing about this alien man! And his MUSTACHE makes you like him ?? what has friendly neighborhood spider-man done to draw this hate ??? JJ instantly stating the truth that Omni-Man DOESN'T wear a mask, and it's clearly the lack of mask not the mustache (it's like 90% the mustache).

Seriously what are the levels of villainy in Invincible ! where are the different understandings and tiers ! where is the explanation for why the GDA doesn't just work with everyone !! is it a budget thing ??? is the reason so many ppl showed up to the GoG tryouts bc they just needed the health insurance ?? apparently even well to do hero teams like TT were fucking starving and not doing well unless someone who was independently wealthy was bankrolling them ! (rudy/Robot) LIKE. arguably The Order is the evil mirror to GoG but we are literally JUST learning they exist at all! not to mention they seem more sinister six than Injustice League ?? unless I am very unaware of what Sinister group got up to, they def seem more low level than villain team specifically teaming up to fuck w heroes. They don't even seem to give a shit about heroes !! they just are after CRIME

Debbie meeting all the Order's exes in her villain support group xD she got passed up the chain from the 'my partner robs banks when we're broke' group to the 'trying to take over the planet nonsense' group. Debbie wondering if it's ethical that Mark is getting tips on how to beat villains from their PO'd exes who just know what buttons to push and her having to be like hmm if I knew someone willing to punch Nolan would I want them to do the most emotionally damage in the process as well ??? and just going along with it xD

Her and her new friends both instantly yelling at the guy trying to rob the coffee shop they came to meet up at rather than cowering w the rest of the patrons. like OH. maybe recklessly endangering myself bc I find most villainy mundane and annoying is a learned trait. Them just enjoying some time together before Debbie just going 'do you ever wonder if you could have stopped them, and do you ever feel a rush realizing you could have asked them to do something worse and they probably would have? just for you?' and just getting nods rather than disgust. ugh. Let her admit it was the personal injury that hurt more. let her be horrendously selfish that her good thing got screwed up by some stupid evil empire. She DOES believe in doing the 'right' thing ! in helping people ! but dear god, why should she be obligated to hold up such a higher standard of it?? most other peoples' work life balance doesn't also include 'keeping the guy who can single-handedly destroy the world from doing that'. forget about placating Nolan, placate Debbie. she deserves a chance to contemplate doing horrendous shit to humanity, as a treat < 3 Maybe if the GDA and GoG hadn't SUCKED so hard my husband wouldn't have betrayed you have you thought about that Cecil (instant regret but damn I think she likes to think about other people in his life also failing to notice what was under the surface and just wanting some of the blame on the dead and not just her)

Her and Mark just stewing in different brands of guilt.

Debbie knowing Cecil is watching so she walks STRAIGHT at a generally ignored low-level problem knowing he wont risk something happening to her bc Mark would be upset and having to send agents after something he normally would leave to the cops. stop wasting tax payer dollars Debbie : / that's my tax money Cecil : )

The core mystery of what the fuck is Nolan up to just built up and paid off so well in S1, and there really hasn't been a great through line in any of the other seasons ?? Stuff For Later keeps happening.. and not.. stuff that builds up to something important. Something cool will happen Later !! the show keeps insisting. something cool could be happening NOW.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[koukaaa-descent]

yet another attempt by the Bracken to play basketball (masketball)

[shyhandart]

wanted to show you my rainbowglider kid so far! just a WIP ☺️

Holy crap! Alternate universe siblings!!

This is Caustic Phantom, but everyone they know calls them tommy :3

[skullzy20]

Because of that drawing actually I wanted to share my operator and drifter with you guys so here I'm handing them to you

[the-casbah-way]

i think. i might be the best boyfriend ever. i fear

[b-blushes]

good grief i have really gotten myself into a tizzy this evening. guy who post cancelled i can't even put it into words. horse ebooks everything happens to much <- not even big things happening i'm just autism styling (bad) my life today

[themyscirah]

This is technically a Diana's age poll but I framed it partially around Julia's rescue because that's the event I need to contextualize and whether or not Diana is a thing yet is p important for my purposes. I would keep the Pérez run and postcrisis continuity in mind when answering this bc that's when this is relevant but I'd keep in mind that even though Diana is very young there (like early 20s) we don't know I don't think if she ages differently as a child (esp as a themysciran AND being made from clay) and in some versions she is older than she looks and was made earlier

Edit: I accidentally logic-ed this out in the tags lol 🤦‍♀️but feel free to still vote however you want. Going to publish this anyway bc I think I made some good points later in my tags

[princekirijo]

Istg I actually need to sit down and write a proper bio for Riku because even I get confused af as to what his personality is sometimes.

[thekittyburger]

Can my brain shut up about being anxious about covid long enough for me to go sleep. Why aren't the minecraft story mode as vines videos helping

[itsalwaysdark]

whining hours . sry