#wait till i show you my trauma oc

[wompwomf]

my boy became a MAN

[empressofmankind]

Hooked On You

[Crocodile x F!OC]

Explicit with a capital E

Word count: 1.7k / 5 pages

(A/N) Featuring Crocodile and Shivs when they were still a thing. I don't know what force of nature even kept these two together. Actually, I do. Its shared and unresolved heinous trauma, and coping through mutual enabling with a side dish of codependency. They have so many problems. Gambling problems. Drinking problems. Marital problems. Who's gonna tell them sex isn't therapy? I am counting on you, Robin.

This is the same time frame as 'The House Always Wins', so ten years prior to the actual story and likely after hours at Rain Dinners. There's a joke in here somewhere about trouble in Paradise - literally, as that is where Arabaste is located. I haven't a clue in which larger fic I will stick this, but it is likely a long way off and it felt selfish not to share it.

Tag(s): Absolutely inappropriate use of that hook. Does it count as foreign object play? Probably. Its not a knife but I am going to say knife play because it is a stabbing weapon. I am sure the knife crowd is down. Thoroughly drunk sub, though he ain't sober either. We get a whiff of that daddy vibe of his, too. Obsessive and controlling behaviour? Definitely. Edging? The worst. Begging? Totally. Absolutely filthy language. I keep forgetting how foul-mouthed he is. Some mild degrading? Yes. What else? Are they still dressed? Yes. Married? For better and for much worse. Size difference? Still relevant. Power imbalance? Yes, she's so drunk. And so horny. He could turn her any which way rn.

My sincerest apologies for this title being the worst pun known to man, but the besties were asnooze and I had to make do.

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Hooked On You

“Ssh,” Crocodile said, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at Shivs, sprawled in his lap and across the couch. Her sparkly cocktail dress hitched up to her waist, showing off dark stockings against pale thighs. Who knew where she'd lost her heels? He stroked a red bang from her eye. It gazed up at him, large with need and drink. Again.

“Careful, honey,” he rumbled as his gaze lingered on her bare pussy. Watching her labia part against the smooth metal as he gingerly ran the tip of his hook between them. Felt her shudder, heard her quiet, plastered moan as her legs twitched towards each other. He didn't like it when she drank this much. “Keep those pretty thighs apart or you'll hurt yourself.”

He spread her open with two fingers, her inner folds slick and shimmering with her juices already. And touched the curved tip against the small, moist folds concealing her entrance. The breathy huff that drew from her fogged his thoughts with hazy lust, the ravenous beast within him stirring from its slumber. She was such a needy thing, and he wanted to see it. Wanted to see her eager little hole contract around the metal, grip at it with no hope of finding purchase. Watch her sweet juices run rivulets down its curve as she came for him, and only him.

She rolled her hips, and he stopped her promptly. Her protesting whine was as slurred as her speech had been. She squirmed, but he kept her put. His hook wasn’t sharp, per say, but it would not give in the way his cock would if she foolishly shoved her needy little cunt into it.

He waited till she stilled, fingertips brushing the edge of lace between stocking and thigh. When he dipped the cool tip between her moist inner folds, her legs twitched further apart for him. And the gluttonous creature inside Crocodile burred happily, devoured the pretty sight. He lightly, carefully, dragged the tip along her inner walls, searching for the sensitive spot just a little ways inside of her on memory alone.

A whimper, when he found it.

Her pitched moan as music to his ears when he stroked it again.

“Oh-ah!” 

Her hands shot down, weakly, drunkenly, scrabbling at the metal as she tried to tug him closer, feel more, feel everything, just the way she would if it were his fingers dug knuckle deep into her moist cunt. But it wasn’t.

“Shh,” Crocodile shushed against her red hair as he gathered her wrists away before she hurt herself with her blind need. She glanced up at him with such drunken lust that he almost forgot he was upset with her.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you’re not careful,” he said, his hooded gaze on her parted lips, her panting breaths. And kissed her as he pressed the tip of his hook against that sweet, sensitive spot, gradually increasing pressure until she squirmed in his lap and moaned into their kiss.

“What is it?” he whispered against her bated breath as he paused and devoured the garbled, indecipherable plea that spilled from her lips. “You want me to fuck you with it? Is that what you want, doll?”

“Y-yes, p-plea-ah!”

Her precious mewls and the way she writhed in his hold with barely contained need spilled like gasoline onto the smouldering fire of his own desire.

“I can’t do that, honey,” he said as he gingerly guided it deeper, tracing the inward curve of her tight vagina, a passage he knew so well. “It’ll hurt you.”

She twisted in his lap and he had to pin her hips down, palm flat against her belly, to stop her rocking into his touch. She absolutely could hurt herself with her reckless, drunken actions.

“N-need. You-ah,” she whined in a tone that made him so hard. Made him want to toss her around, pull up that firm ass and fuck her sopping pussy full of cum like she deserved. A low, guttural groan clawed its way from his throat as he pressed her narrow hips down, pushed her butt unto his aching cock as he held her put. He wrestled the rapacious beast down, but only just. 

Soon, he promised himself.

“G-gim. Me. Ah-shole,” she complained. Her hands fisted into the cushion and the fabric of his pants, her knuckles bright and bruised.

“Ts-tsk. That is no way to talk to your husband.” He carefully withdrew his hook, her slick cunt making a delicious noise around the metal. “Don’t I take good care of you, sweetheart?”

“N-ngh-eed,” she whined as he slid the tip back into her with a smooth, languid push that followed the curve of her tight passage as far as it would go. “N-need you. T-to-oh-OH!”

“To what?” He mused against her hair as he stroked her lower belly, watched the muscles there clench and tremble at the lightest touch. The urge to bury his cock into her warm, snug hole clawed at his sanity like a living thing. He needed to have her. But he wanted to see. Wanted to watch her cramping pussy grasp at the metal as she came for him mewling his name. 

“You need a little help?” Crocodile said as he traced his fingers down to her pubes. “Is that it, doll?”

Shivs nodded, fingers digging into fabric and his thigh, barely managing a reply. “Y-yuh.”

He ran his fingertips in broad, lazy circles around her sensitive bud, never quite touching it. “You need a little help to make your sweet cunny make you feel so good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why should I? You’ve been nothing but trouble.” He slid his middle finger down through her wet folds, teasing the hot, slick skin where his hook dug into her sensitive, pliable hole. “Tossing patrons, wrecking the floor, ransacking the bar. Why should I reward that kind of behaviour?”

“Am s-so,” she babbled as she arched her hips towards his touch. It felt good. Bad. Better than she’d ever thought it could.

“What was that, doll?”

“Am s-sor,” she wheezed as his thumb ghosted across her clit. “Ror-ry.”

“Didn’t quite catch that.”

“I s-said I am s-sorry!”

“Are you?”He teased her sensitive bud, delighted in the way she twitched, the way her toes curled. “Such sweetly false promises from my darling wife.”

“F-fuck you, C-croc-odile.”

Her fist came at his face half-heartedly, trembling from drink and desire. He caught it and pressed kisses against her bruised knuckles. “Yes, you will.”

When he reached down to rub his ring and middle finger across her clit, her fist latched onto his shirt, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric as she arched into his touch and hook, both, with the loveliest raw cry. He relished how much she wanted it.

He gathered her closer to him, keeping her hips locked against his own to stop them moving. He massaged her needy bud firmly, rubbing his fingers roughly against her the way he knew she craved. “Say my name again.”

“Hnn. Mmm. Croco-dile,” she whined drunkenly.

A deep grunt escaped him, his cock throbbing beneath her as he rubbed her aching bud between his fingers. He drew his hook back, lightly caressing the tip along her inner walls, searching. 

“Again.” 

“Croc-oh-dile!”

He could tell from her pitch he’d found it. The spot he knew would make her see stars.

“Once more?” he rumbled into her ear as she trembled against him, so ready to reward him. To show him what he wanted, needed. He watched her tether for a breathless moment, watched her slick pussy clench around his hook. Then nudged her across with a sudden, sharp tap into that sweet, sweet spot.

“Cro-oh. Ah! Yes!” she wailed, and he savoured the way his name broke as she lost it.  “P-plea-uh. Yess!” 

He struggled to keep her trashing in check as her orgasm ripped through her. Forcefully pinned down her narrow hips as they bucked against his firm grip. He kept the pressure on her little cum spot, rubbed her clit through her peak. His hungry gaze fixed on her sopping pussy, watching her tight hole spams around his hook. Her sweet cum gushing out, running down the slick metal and dripping from its curve.

She was perfect like this, and all his. 

And always would be.

“My darling wife is such a pretty slut, and ever so sweet to me,” he murmured into her ear as she calmed down, her panting breath slowing, steadying. The sweet trembles racking her body subsiding. “Able to cum on anything I put in her needy little hole. Even my hook.”

He drank in her blissful, fucked-out look as she gazed up at him through heavy lashes, the caress of too much alcohol lingering behind her flushed cheeks and bright eye. Her lips were parted, an edge of teeth visible. 

He withdrew his hook, and groaned at her meek whine and the way she reached for it. She was such a needy little thing. The ever-hungry creature within him stirred with a satisfied burr, never quite done feasting on her, devouring her every word, action, noise, sin. 

“You know what I am going to do after this?” 

He brushed her fussy touch from his hook, caught her fingers in his own as he rested the slick metal against her flat belly. The ravenous beast roared, no longer tolerating being ignored.

“I am going to wreck your pretty cunt and stuff it full of cum until you come apart beneath me,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her bruised knuckles, catching her bright, greedy gaze. “You need that, don’t you, honey?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

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Horny hell seat reservations - @ruledbyproblematique @littlemountainwolf @fanaticsnail @tiredemomama

[krystaldeath]

Cult of The Lamb hc’s (part of me feels like I should wait till I play the game myself - or watch a full playthrough at least - before I “solidify” these but meh. For now at least these are how I see things):

* Kinda typical hc I feel like but Leshy is the youngest, then it’s Heket, Narinder, Kallamar, and then Shamura is the oldest.

* Idk what their ages would be chronologically wise but my personal hc’s for “biological” age are: Leshy (21), Heket (25), Narinder (27), Kallamar (32), and Shamura (40). I think Lamb is about 200 years chronologically but 28 “biologically” (I think it’s funny if they’re “older” than Narinder)

* I don’t have a name for them yet but my version of the Yellow Cat is a little bit fucked up actually. Like they seem chill and they kinda are? But they’ve got a body count. And no not the sex kind. Think of that one audio where the guy answers the body count with 30 and when it’s clarified that it’s about sex he’s like “Oh well I haven’t done that yet!” And the other persons like “WHAT DOES 30 MEAN THEN???”

* I need y’all to know I project onto The Lamb HARD. So yeah, they always wanted to be kind and sorta made it a big part of their personality. Unfortunately their world and circumstances just doesn’t allow for their kindness. They still try to be as kind as they can be, but it’s hard when you’re slowly ascending to godhood, especially into the god of death.

* Also Agender Lamb. They/Them and ONLY They/Them Lamb all the way. Demi ro & sex & pan. They’re a?ab (assigned ??? At birth; bc I can’t decide but if you MUST know I think they can shapeshift a bit now so. Maybe they forgot themself lol). Presents androgynously, leaning either way whenever they feel like it. They have a more masc voice though I think, like the ones people use in comic dubs a lot.

* Once I figure out how to draw (could stop it there I am Rusty) anthropomorphic animals it’s over for y’all (Translation: I will draw my self insert and The Lamb being kinda fucked up Besties)

* ((PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY SELF INSERT AND OTHER OC INSERTS I HAVE FOR THIS THE BRAIN ROT IS SO REAL))

* The cotl fandom is filled with queer people who’ve got some level of religious trauma, let me recommend a recent song I’ve been looping and imagining a cotl/narilamb animatic to: Collared by Vane Lily (look it up on YouTube to watch the fun mv first!) WARNING IT IS HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE

* I’ve been flip flopping a bit on what species she’d be but I have ideas for a follower love interest for Heket! At first I thought a bunny, then a bee, and currently feeling like a bat would be cute. Idk but I do see her as a warrior type who also likes to bake and do cutesy things too

* I think once the bishops become followers their injuries are worse but they can still “work” around them: Leshy can kinda see things if they’re up close. Heket can sorta speak but not fast and she’s got. Well not a sore throat bc. She doesn’t have one of those anymore. But something akin to that constantly. Kallamar can only hear loud things or if someone spoke into his ear directly (he only allows those in his polycule and his siblings (minus Narinder) to get that close). Shamura does get a bit lost in their own mind, and even when they’re more conscious their memory is spotty.

* Back to my Yellow Cat being a bit fucked up: They actually really liked the idea of chaos (though they hardly show it) so when they find out Leshy was the bishop of chaos instead of being scared or unnerved they’re like “*twirls hair (fur??)* ha ha ha, omg, really~?”

* *slaps the top of The Lamb, Leshy, and probably so many others don’t underestimate me* these bitches can fit so much adhd (+ autism probably) in them

* Probably (geez I use that word a lot huh?) got more hc’s, especially for other characters, but this is already pretty long so I’ll leave it here for now

[wyrmghost]

look at my boys!

This is Lyon and Sinoco two of my apocalypse story ocs, their story is under the working title Engender and they are members of the main cast, they join shortly after the main character has her meet up with one of the creatures that burst from beneath the earth’s crust. (TW : SA and abuse mentioned)

Sinoco was raised in a cult and was still part of it till recently explaining his attire, he has a complicated relationship with religion and has quite a bit of religious trauma mixed in with the regular kind of trauma, he was severely beaten and sexually assaulted by the “prophets” in the cult. He is still getting used to the idea that that wasn’t okay, or something that was supposed to happen to him, but he’s healing.

He was able to leave the cult when the apocalypse started but was captured shortly afterwards by an organization that had been studying the strange earthquakes that had been happening before the old ones broke free from the crust, this organization mobilized once the apocalypse started and collected as many people who survived the initial eruption of old ones. This was due to a belief that they could study the effects it had on them and use that to try and further the survival of the rest of the human race in this new and terrifying land scape as those closest to the eruption had been effected by a large amount of radiation that seemed to come from the eruption site and the old ones. This is where Sinoco meets Lyon.

Lyon was on a camping trip with his family when the eruption occurred, he had wandered off to sit in a field and draw the wildlife at the time and so was far enough away that he survived, his family was not so lucky. Lyon is autistic and prefers not to speak, he will not be afraid to fight and scream though if someone touches his sketchbook or, later on Sinoco too. The scientists that started experimenting with him found that out the hard way when drawing his blood, when one tried to move his sketchbook and immediately got a small shoe to the face giving her a black eye. Upon Sinoco meeting Lyon they almost immediately bounded, Sinoco having ousted himself from any of the other “patients”, feeling out of place and confused, and having grown up in a cult he was having a bit of culture shock. Lyon watched him intently as the flowers had just started to grow from the right side of Sinoco’s face, Lyon ended up sketching Sinoco from his spot sitting in the corner before getting up and quietly approaching him. Sinoco had always enjoyed the presence of children so was less unsettled when Lyon approached him than he would have been with someone his own age, when Lyon showed him the sketch Sinoco leaned forwards to look at it before reaching his hands forwards and asking “can I hold it?.” Lyon shook his head. “That’s okay” Sinoco tucked his hand behind his back and smiled softly before returning his attention to the sketch “this is very pretty, is it of me?” Lyon nodded quickly with a grin.

“Thank you for drawing me, you’re very good at it” Sinoco looked back up from the sketch and smiled at Lyon “if you wouldn’t mind my asking, how old are you young one?”

Lyon contemplated the question carefully while Sinoco watched him patiently, happy to wait for an answer from the boy.

Lyon seemed to settle on how to answer

“I’m 8” he whispered softly while writing the number in the corner of his page, “I’ll be 9 in November”

Sinoco’s smile brightened as he sat down on the floor to continue his conversation with Lyon “that’s very close!” “You are quite skilled for someone so young, when did you start drawing? Is there anything you specifically like to draw?”

Lyon scrunched his nose up

“oh I’m sorry! Did I ask too many questions?”

Lyon giggled at that and shook his head “no” “you’re just odd”

“odd? How so”

“most adults aren’t the same, at least not with me”

Sinoco looked at him confused for a second before he realized what Lyon meant and smiled

“oh, well I think most adults are missing out then, you’re a very nice person to talk to”

Lyon smiled slightly before he flipped backward in his sketchbook to show Sinoco a page with a field of flowers and a few close ups of leaves drawn on it

“I started drawing when I was 6, I like drawing nature, sometimes I draw people but not often, momma loves it when I’d draw her or the birds, she really likes birds”

Sinoco and Lyon ended up getting along really well after this and later on shared a room because Lyon started having nightmares and Sinoco was the only person who had tried and succeeded in calming him down and hadn’t tried hitting Lyon in the process unlike one of the nurses who now got a nasty glare from the “patients” whenever he was around.

The facility that the organization runs eventually gets overrun by a horde of old ones and in the ensuing chaos Sinoco and Lyon make a run for it with a man named Matt who had befriended Sinoco shortly after he had been captured by the organization.

[marchiveeee]

Writing challenge - creating an OC using a playlist

Soo, I had a long day today and I wanted to finish it off in a good way. So after seeing 0 interesting content, I opened Pinterest and that picture appeared to me. It wasn't the first time I had seen it, but that was the first time that I actually decided it would be a good idea to give this challenge a try, and I'm glad I did!!!!!!!!

It's so interesting to see how the OC came out as someone completely different from me, even tho she was created from my favorite songs on Spotify, which is basically a dump to my personality, or so I thought... But anyways, ladies and gentlemen.... HER:

Her personality: "As it was" by Harry Styles

The lyrics of this song doesn't "match" with its cheerful beat. If you take a minute to listen to it, like really listen, you'll be able to see someone struggling. It's someone who has a hard time opening to others and letting their vulnerable side show. For some reason, likely something that happened in the past, the person closed themselves to the world.

When I listened to this song thinking about an OC, I thought of someone who had to grow up when they were still a kid, and of someone who didn't have the time to understand and work on their traumas. [It wasn't intentional, but that does reminds me of Castiel]

Kim grew up in a dysfunctional family where she didn't have the support from her parents and relatives. She was barely a teen when she was forced to look after herself when her parents were so close to her, but at the same time completely absent.

Her job: "Santo" by Jão

So here we have Jão again, I really like his songs if you guys haven't noticed it yet Kkkkkk

The title of this song means "Saint". I was a bit taken aback when I listened to this song thinking about a "job" for my OC, but well... It kinda makes sense somehow

I'm gonna win you over on Ash Wednesday

Gonna take you to some beach, kiss you after the mass

Find myself in your eyes, I get distracted in you

If I promised anything

Love, I didn't mean to

Don't but me on the altar

Because I'm kinda dishonest

I swear to you an endless love

But deep down I'm no good, ai

My angel, I'm not a saint, no

And tomorrow you'll wake up

My angel, and my great love

Will be somewhere else...

This was a translation of part of the lyrics, and listening to that, some things came to my mind:

-A sinful priest (discarded this in a second)

-An escort girl

So I ended up choosing the 2nd option. Kim is a beautiful girl and she knows it, she ended up having to use it to survive; she didn't have the support to continue her studies and she already had as many common part time jobs as she could take, and being an escort was one of them.

Their backstory: "Coraline" by Måneskin

This song is so..... UGH 😭

I hate being so harsh on my characters, they're like my babies.... But that was the shuffle play, not me :((((((

Basically, that song talks about a beautiful girl called Coraline who's living a miserable life and "hiding" her truths. People are also very judgmental towards her, saying things like "she’s worth nothing. She can’t even get out a miserable door"

This song is so good, but so sad. I love it, but I hate it represents Kim backstory and add even more sense to her character from what we've seen up till now.

Her friends: "Genie in a bottle" by Christina Aguilera

I feel like I've been locked up tight

For a century of lonely nights

Waiting for someone to release me

She has never had real friend and even if she wanted to so badly, she's never really been completely open to it, so scared she was to show her vulnerable side and letting her guards down.

I'm a genie in a bottle

You gotta rub me the right way

If you wanna be with me

She's definitely not someone easy to deal with, but slowly, if you take the right steps to her heart, she will open her heart to you.

[random comment b4 the next topic: that's when the shuffle play starts to forget about the consistency and starts to mix completely different genres]

Her love life: "Cheia de Manias" by Raça Negra

Just wanted to say that this one is a classic!!!!! So groovy, I love it.

So, Kim is definitely a player and she is 100% aware of this.

With her way

Does what she wants with me

Dominates my heart I don't know what to do I want to leave you

But you don't want to

Don't want

So help me to go through

This "rollercoaster" that is to like you

Where they live: "Tangerine" by Glass Animals

This song was so random istg.... But tbh that's what made me to think of Kim as east asian, because a Japanese name is mentioned in the song, so.... Why not? That's my 1st time thinking about an Asian OC.

The song starts with something like "as cold as ice" and I'm lazy to go look for it now, so that makes me think Kim is really used to the cold (the cold is also mentioned in Coraline). And also, I heard that in Korea tangerines are kinda common, so Kim could be Korean or maybe Japanese... I even thought about northern China because of the cold, but I haven't decided yet, so for now she's "east asian".

Clothing style: "Tomboy" by Destiny Rogers

CHEF'S KISS

Kim can be anyone she wants. She can be a tomboy, but she can also slay with a red lipstick. I just love this song SO MUCH and it fits Kim's vibe 100%!

Their hobbies: "MONTERO" by Lil Nas X & "Dancing in the moonlight" by Toploader

Well, this girl definitely like to dance!!!!!! And Montero just confirms her "player" and sexual side. I don't have much energy now to elaborate that more, so that's it for today!!!!

I challenge:

I'm curious about my mutuals OC's so I'm gonna challenge you guys to do it too! It's actually much easier than it seems like, and it's fun too!

@idk-i-want-mcl-content @lycorispoison @mrs-veilmont

[inagetawaycarxo]

More Than That | Connor Rhodes

Requested By Anon; Connor Rhodes and Female Reader, Where you and Connor are friends with benefits, for the stress relief, as you both are trauma surgeons at Med. You both have feelings for each other but are scared of rejection. After working together on a case, you and Connor are inspire to tell each others about your feelings for each other.

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader {fwb}

Featuring: Y/n (Reader), Connor Rhodes, Maggie, April, Natalie Manning, two OC's

Summary: Feelings come clean as a case changes the FWB dynamic between Connor and Y/n.

Warnings: fluff, angst, hospital stuff, crying, feelings getting confessed, kissing, medical stuff I got wrong and protocols, errors I missed.

w/c: 2482

A/N: Got a request? Send it in! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

Connor leaned against the nurse's station, smiling fondly at you, as he watched you type away on the keyboard. Eyes focusing on the screen.

He felt his heart rate flutter. His feelings for you grew ever since he had sex with you. He was too scared to confess his feelings for you just in case you rejected him and told him you didn’t feel the same way.

Neither Connor nor you noticed Maggie looking at the both of you with a knowing smirk. Shaking her head. She was wondering when the two of you were finally going to admit that he and you had feelings for each other.

“When our shifts are over, I was thinking we could hook up,” Connor spoke, making a smirk appear on your lips.

“Or instead of waiting till the end of our shift, we could have a quickie,” You suggested, looking away from the screen to look at Connor. Taking your lower lip in between your teeth. Connor felt himself fall in love with you even more. As well as grow hard.

His finger went up to the side of your face, tucking the loose piece of hair behind your ear. Making your breath hitch. While Connor smirked. Eyes darkening with lust.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a woman’s loud voice cut him off.

“Help him,” She pleaded. Desperation on her voice. As she did her best to support the man. But she was struggling to hold his weight.

Maggie, Connor and you, quickly rushed to her side.

Connor wrapped his arm around the guy. You quickly went to her side. Gently touching her shoulder. She looked at you through tear-filled eyes. Looking frazzled. Pulling her away from the guy.

Connor assisted the semi-unconscious guy to a gurney. Grabbing a pair of gloves as he walked into the room. Putting them on his hands. Connor examined the deep cut

“I’m fine,” He grumbled out, as Connor took the torch out of his pocket. Shining the torch in his eyes. Noticing his pupils were bigger.

“Do you remember what happened?” Connor asked him.

“He passed out,” She gasped out from outside the door.

“We were in a car accident,” He replied. Slightly dazed.

“Do you remember your name?” Connor asked as the guy’s head slumped down.

“Luke,” He replied.

“It’s okay, Hun, we are going to help him,” You reassured her, as sobs racked her body.

You let go of her shoulder. Giving her one last reassuring smile, before rushing over to Connor. Grabbing a pair of gloves as you entered the room. While Maggie patched up the wound on his head.

“Is there ringing in the ears that doesn't go away? Any weakness in your arms or legs?” You asked as Connor took his stethoscope out of his pocket. Putting the ear tips in his ear. Putting the diaphragm on his chest, where his heart was located. Listening intently. Furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Nothing sounded off.

The guy let out a groan, making Connor and you meet each other’s eyes.

“I have a headache, there is ringing in my ears,” He responded.

Connor’s eyes looked up to look at you. Your eyes meeting his.

“Let’s do an MRI scan and a CT and run a full body scan to rule anything else out,” You spoke, making Connor nod.

“Luke, we are going to take you upstairs, for an MRI scan, okay,” You informed him, as Connor put the railings up. Maggie unlocked the brakes with her foot. While you did the same on the end brakes.

The women quickly lurched forward. As Connor and you rolled the guy out of the room.

Maggie held the women back, as Connor and you wheeled the gurney into the elevator. Going to the floor where the MRI room was.

“Do you remember what today is?” You asked, trying to get more information out of him.

“Ah…” He answered.

“Wednesday,” He replied, making you give him a slight smile. As the elevator doors dinged, opening up. Connor and you looked at each other having a silent conversation with each other.

Connor and you quickly rolled the gurney out of the elevator and towards where the MRI machine was.

“Luke, do you have any metal in your body we should know about?” You asked him. Luke shook his head no.

Helping him off the gurney, and onto the table. Laying him down on the table. Making sure his head faces the bore.

“Luke, this is Doctor Evans, she is going to slowly pull the table towards the machine,” You spoke, pointed to Doctor Evans, who gave Luke a reassuring smile. Not that he turned his attention to her. He looked slightly panicked. His eyes looking at the ceiling.

“You are going to be okay, just breath in and out,” You reassured him. Turning around. Connor and you walked out of the door, and into the room Doctor Evans was in. She nodded her head at Connor and you, starting the process.

“You might feel a little weird, Luke, but just breath in and out, try not to think about it, find your happy place,” You instructed him, pressing the intercom. Connor looked at the monitor that showed Luke’s brain.

You looked at the screen, noticing that everything was fine. Connor turned his gaze to look at you.

“Everything looks fine, we should do a CT scan, see if there is a fracture,” You spoke.

“Yeah,” Connor agreed with you. Giving Doctor Evans a small smile. While you went to Luke, the table going out of the MRI machine. Luke honestly looked like he was going to be sick.

“Hey, Luke, everything looked fine, but we are going to take you to the CT scan room now, and do a CT scan,” You spoke. Grabbing the gurney and bringing it over to him.

Luke let out an annoyed grunt as a response. As you helped him off the table and onto the gurney.

Connor walked into the room

“Hey buddy, one more scan, and then you can go see your girlfriend,” Connor spoke, as he and you wheeled Luke out of the room and down the corridor going towards the room where the CT scan machine was.

“Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” He responded. Making Connor’s eyes slightly widen at his mistake.

“Oh, sorry, your sister then,” He corrected himself. Smiling at Luke.

Luke shook his in disgust. Making Connor look at you. you looked just as confused.

“She isn’t my sister,” He grumbled, feeling slightly irritated. You weren’t sure if it was at Connor or the fact he had to have another scan.

“Well, your friend then,” Connor spoke. Making Luke let out an annoyed grunt.

You gave Connor a comforting smile. Both of you feeling slightly relieved when the two of you entered the room where the CT scan machine was in.

Connor and you helped Luke out of the gurney and onto the table.

Connor quickly pushed the gurney to the side, going out of the room and into another room where the monitors were. Probably to avoid more of Luke’s irritable mood.

Luke grabbed your wrist before you could turn around. Looking at you with pleading eyes. Face edged with worry.

“This won't take long will it, I… just,” He spoke, forehead creasing as he tried to think of the words to say, you gave him a slight smile.

“It shouldn’t take long, all we are just checking for is a fracture,” You spoke, giving him a warm smile. He let go of your wrist. You could see worry clouding in his eyes. Making you purse your lips.

“I’m sure she is alright, I’ll go get her after your CT scan is finished,” You spoke.

“Promise?” He asked, holding his pinkie finger up. Making you smile.

“Promise,” You responded, hooking your pinkie finger with his. You unhooked your finger from his turning

“I have to tell her I feel the same way,” Luke mumbled, thinking you didn’t hear him, as you turned around and opened the door to the room Connor was in.

Connor arched an eyebrow at you. Making you let out a small chuckle.

“What?” You asked him. Taking a seat next to him.

“What did you promise him?” Connor asked as he started the process for the CT machine.

“He wants to see the girl that bought him in here,” You responded. Looking at the monitor, while Connor’s eyes were locked on you.

Connor rolled his eyes slightly.

“Hopefully, he is nicer to her,” Connor grumbled. Making you let out a slight chuckle.

“I think he might have feelings for her,” You spoke.

“Poor girl,” Connor grumbled. Making you playfully roll your eyes.

You pressed the intercom to the mic.

“Hey Luke, you might feel a little bit strange, don’t panic, remember to breath in and out,” You spoke, your voice coming through the speaker.

You let go of the intercom. Looking at the monitor intently as the scans slowly showed up.

“Well, everything looks fine,” You spoke, tapping your index finger on your chin.

“Yeah,” Connor responding. Squinting his eyes. You slightly moved closer to the screen. Making Connor’s breath hitch at how close you were to him. Connor pushed his feelings aside. Focusing on the brain scans on the monitor.

“Wait,” You muttered seeing something questionable.

“Does that look like a linear fracture to you,” You spoke, pointing at where you saw it.  Connor looked closely at where you were pointing. You looked at him intently, waiting for his response.

“I can’t see anything,” Connor spoke. Not seeing what you were pointing out. Making you frown. You look again. You let out a sigh as you saw nothing. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you.

“Okay, pull him out, and tell him the news, I’ll go get her,” You spoke, getting up from the chair and exiting the room, going to go find the girl that came with Luke.

When you exited the elevator the girl quickly rushed over to you.

“Is he going to die?” She gasped out. The rim of her eyes red. Tears filling her eyes.

“Have you got checked out?” You asked her. Ignoring her question by asking her a question.

“Yes, oh my god he is dying isn’t he?” She cried out.

“No, he isn’t dying,  he is in the clear, it’s just a concussion, I can take you to him,” You spoke.

She nodded her head, making you smile. You pressed the button for the elevator, making the elevator doors open. You walked into the elevator, while she followed you.

She let out a sigh.

“Make sure you look after him, and he doesn’t do any sports, try to temporarily reduce time spent on sports, video games, TV or too much socializing,” You told her.

“If his headache pain is too much….” You spoke again only for her to interrupt you.

“Are you in a relationship?” She bluntly blurted out. Making you look at her in shock.

“It’s complicated,” You nervously gasped out. Wishing the elevator would hurry up and reach the level it was meant to be on.

“You should tell them you love them, before it’s too,” She spoke through broken sobs. You gave her a sad smile. Resting your hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.

“Oh, Hun, he is in the clear,” You reassured her. Giving her a reassuring smile. She looked at you with sad eyes filled with tears.

“I know, but I told him I loved him and he just stared at me, so I ran off and now he is in this mess,” She sobbed out.

“You know before he got his last scan, he said he felt the same way,” You spoke. Making her smile slightly.

“Really?” She beamed at you. Making you nod. She let out a squeal. The elevator dinged as it arrived on the floor. She rushed out. her eyes lighting up as she saw Luke in a wheelchair. She quickly wrapped her arms around him hugging him. Connor looked at them with a soft smile. Wishing that were him and you, but he was too scared to tell you in fear of getting rejected.

Connor looked up to see you walking out of the elevator. You beckoned him to follow you. Connor followed you into an unoccupied room.

Giving you a questionable look. You cupped the side of his face softly. bringing your lips up to his and kissing him passionately. Sparks flew between Connor and you. Connor felt his breath hitch. Heart rate speeding up. Eyes closed, as warmth filled his body and yours.

You pulled away from him, making Connor’s eyes flutter open. Connor and you stared intently into each other’s eyes. Breathing heavily.

“I love you, more than a friend,” You confessed breathlessly. Heart rate speeding up.  Nerves taking over your body. Connor felt his heart skip a beat. You finally spoke the words he was too afraid to tell you. most importantly you felt the same way.

“I just had to tell you before it was too late,” You gasped out. Still keeping eye contact with him. You were too nervous to see the joy in Connor’s eyes.

“I mean I can understand if you don’t feel the same way, I will respect that, though it might be hard and weird between us, we can get through….” You babbled out only for Connor to cut your rambling off by pressing his lips against yours. Kissing you with so much passion. His eyes as well as yours fluttering closed. His hands cupping the side of your face. His thumbs caressing your jawline.

Connor pulled away from you. Resting his forehead against yours. His eyes fluttering opened as well as yours.

Connors locked his eyes with yours.

“I love you too,” He confessed. Beaming at each other. Your eyes lit up with happiness. Heart skipping a beat. Smiling happily at him. Wrapping your arms around his neck.

Both of you beaming with happiness. Both feeling joyful over the fact the love the two of you shared for each other was mutual. Connor tilted his head on an angle, lowering his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly. Your eyes fluttered shut, as you let out a content sigh. Connor's hands moved away from your face, trailing down to your waist, holding tightly onto your waist. Pulling you closer to his body, as he deepened the kiss.

The sound of his pager and your pager went off, wrecking the moment.

Connor and you pulled away from each other. Groaning. You pouted at Connor, making him smile down at you. His hand cupping the side of your face. Thumb caressing your jawline. Looking at you with soft eyes.

“Your adorable,” He cooed. Making you slightly flustered.

“We're going to finish this later,” You demanded, Making Connor smirk.

“Definitely,” He smirked. Making you take your lower lip in between your teeth…

[seawitch62]

The Tribe (2)

Rowoon, Jaeyoon, Dawon x OC

Fluff

WC: .5k

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Jaeyoon, Rowoon and Dawon, watch with amusement, as Leedo, works his antics.

"Sherbet, really?" Utters Dawon.

"Amateur" declares Rowoon.

"Let's show him how it's done"

Jaeyoon announces.

◇

The trio walk into Baskin Robbins, their very presence commanding attention.

Regal strides, stately gestures, the trio, a force demanding homage.

Seated, as if this was and is their personal throne room. 

With outstretched crossed legs, their long legs block the way of the other patrons.

"Excuse me" "I'm sorry" "please excuse me" are the comments they receive as customers walk over their legs.

The trio barely nod, nor do they change their sitting positions.

Jaeyoon looks at his chocolate iced treat, looks around, noting the attention they are receiving.

With an expression of pure longing, his lips caress the chocolate, his tongue intimately licks the melting dessert.

The coned ice cream is now his mistress.

Rowoon and Dawon, not to be out done, similarly work their magic seducing their favored flavors and that of those lucky enough to witness.

Phones out

Click 

Click 

Click 

"This video will go viral," one paying customer muses.

With looks of regret, the trio make their way to the exit.

Slow, sauntering steps, only to pause once they reach the door, each in turn, giving smiles of sunshine, which melts the hearts of the receivers.

◇

Pleased with themselves and the outcome of their visit to Baskin Robbins, they continue on, till they reach the park.

"I have an idea," Dawon tells his companions.

Music can be heard throughout the park.

Cause you ain’t my trauma

'Cause you ain’t my trauma

Oh you are not my trauma

Inside my mind

I’m nothing without you

I don’t like this drama

Of course this grabs the attention of many onlookers, curious to see what is afoot.

Jaeyoon, Dawon and Rowoon, now have a captive audience.

The park bench their prop.

To the casual onlooker it would appear that they are seducing the innocent park bench.

The dance, alluring. 

Swaying to magnetize, accompanied with come hither looks,  the desired effect to enchant.

Click

Click 

Click

Record.

Once the music  stops, the enthralled audience 'sighs'.

Without a word spoken, the trio look at the spectators. as if to say, "You are welcome". 

With that they casually walk away.

Rowoon nods to his friends, pointing towards the chess boards.

Each occupies a table, sitting while they wait for those sure to arrive to pay them homage.

Each patiently waits for their meal to join them

Royal postures, anticipation of the hunt, they lure their prey.

Enticement the bait, rewards of eye contact given, warm smiles the prize.

The crowd grows.

Click

Click 

Click

Three opponents, step up.

The trio eye their adversaries as any lion would their next fare.

Smoldering looks, intimate handling of the chess pieces, one has to wonder if this is just a chess game or a prelude to bedroom gymnastics.

Expertly moving the pieces across the board, snaring the opponent with ease.

"Checkmate".

The challengers, looks of awe and devotion, given to the trio, receive for their efforts, a majestic smile. 

Fatigue takes hold, the chess foes give their thanks and head home.

Jooyoon, Dawon and Rowoon vacate the chess tables, completely sated.

Hunger fulfilled, they stroll back to the shadows from whence they came.

[georgesbestieboo]

Confessions Pt 1.

Hello my loves! few things before we get started! 

The pairing you will read here is an original character of mine with Bucky. She is the biological sister of our beloved Natasha Romanoff, was also put in the red room but later than Nat since she is a couple years younger. Also, the timeline is the comic timeline just to make it a bit more interesting, meaning, Natasha was born in 1928 and Calina, (My OC) was born in 1934 but since the Widows carry their age VERY well Nat will remain the age she appears in the movies and Calina will appear to be 26. 

Summary- Bucky and Calina have reunited years after they were the red room lovers, can they become lovers once more or will fear get in the way? 

Warnings- A bit about self doubt/disliking body, mentions of torture nothing explicit though, slight swearing, possible spelling and grammar errors (I did check but there are always those things that slip past you) 

Calina was not one to party, she would rather spend her Friday nights curled up in her bay window, a fuzzy blanket draped across her lap, a good book clutched tightly in her hands and a warm cup of chamomile tea steaming on her night table. But no. Being an Avenger meant getting dragged to all the famed, insane, and overwhelming parties of Tony Stark and to be honest she hated them. The earsplitting music, the drunk, sweaty bodies pressed together, the...the people, it scared her shitless. Alas, here she was getting dragged to the mall with her best friend and sister Natasha Romanoff in search of a party dress.   

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” The redhead promised, pouting her lip as she held open the department store door. 

“I don’t know Nat…” Calina trailed off eyeing the endless racks of sparkly dresses that certainly were not her. “You know this isn’t, me” The assassin’s eyes just about bugged out her head as she pulled a dress with such a plunged neck seeming like it was barely attached. Natasha instantly swatted the thin material away, taking her hand as she led her towards the back. 

“It used to be though,” She winked “Remember those days, Lina? Partying till dawn, drinking so much we’d see the stars, and-oh!” A short but joyous laugh escaped both lips as they thought about the nights they had spent after they had eventually both escaped the Red Room. 

Calina’s laughter soon died out and her face became serious, “Yes, but, that was then. This, this is now” 

“Oh don’t be such a sourpuss” 

“I am not a sourpuss, ew you sound like Alexi” 

Natasha shuddered. 

***

“Absolutely not” Calina declared the second she slipped the dress over her body. 

“Oh come on!” Nat sighed from the corner of the fitting room. They had been at this for almost 2 hours, every dress tried on ending up on the same, ever-growing pile of fabric on the floor. “This one looks good!” 

Calina shook her head hearing none of it. “Nope, nope, nope. It’s too…” Her fingers slid across the scratch rime stones. “Glittery” 

“Glitter is nice though!” 

“And it’s so…” Her eyes trailed over her exposed figure in the mirror, her hands coming up to cover the neckline dip that reached her stomach. “Low” 

“And that’s hot, so I don’t see the problem” 

Turning to face her sister Calina crossed her arms, “Why can’t I just wear one of your dresses?” She whined “You have like, a million” 

Natasha stood, scoffing. “One, you never wear a dress twice, and two, we need a dress that hugs your beautiful curves perfectly,” She pretended to make an hourglass outline of Calina’s body with her hands, the spy rolled her eyes. “I wanna make Barnes drool when he sees you” 

Ah, the truth comes out. 

“I knew that’s what you were trying to do!” Calina yelled, pumping her fist back. “I knew there was an ulterior motive!” The older woman smiled shyly, 

“You got me, but hey! In my defense you and Barnes flirting with each other all the time and neither of you doing anything is annoying, I just wanna give you two a small push” 

“We do not flirt all the time” 

“Yeah, yeah you do” 

“Молчи” Slipping out of the uncomfortable dress and breathing a sigh of relief she couldn’t help but groan, her eyes taking in all of the discarded clothes. “This isn’t going to work, Natalia, I look horrid in all of these” She squeezed her stomach as she stood before the mirror in her bra and underwear, her fingers pinching away at her skin, wishing it hugged her body tighter. Natasha’s heart clenched as she watched her sister doubt herself, something she had hated The Red Room for taking the idea of beauty from her mind. They had taught her that she would never be pretty, that she would never be enough, that she could never be loved. What hurt, even more, was knowing that her beloved sister still was haunted by those teachings. Those words constantly hiding in the shadows, waiting for a crack in her walls just to seep in and poison her mind. She slowly approached her sister, carefully pulling her hands away from her stomach and holding them tight.

“You are beautiful,” She whispered “Inside and out. Don’t let them control your head” Handing her the last dress they had left to try on she gave a small smile “Just try this last one on and if it doesn’t work, then I won’t make you go” 

“Fine” Slowly taking the dress from her sister’s hands she began to step into it, the silky material sliding snuggly up her body as she wriggled her hands through the thin straps. She heard Natasha gasp but she couldn’t bring herself to look in the mirror. 

“Look up младшая сестра, you look beautiful. This is the one” 

“Are you sure?” 

The woman chuckled, “Yes now hurry up and look” 

So she did. 

And my god did her heart flutter. 

She actually looked pretty. 

The dress was a deep sapphire blue, with cross material over her chest showing a bit of her stomach. The neckline dipped just enough to show the curve of her breasts but not too much as to make her uncomfortable. The dress was satin and tight, the shiny material clinging to each and every curve making her actually like her body for the time being. It stopped about mid-thigh a bit shorter than she preferred but everything else was perfect so she could let it slide for one night.

 “I like it” Her eyes were bright with excitement, something her sister had not seen in her the other in a while. “I think James will like it too” She added sheepishly attempting to hide the heat that went to her cheeks.

 “Ha! I knew it! You still like him!” Nat danced around the small dressing room triumphantly.

 “Okay, okay, don’t make such a big deal about it” Calina huffed. “Of course I still like him” Her mind wandered to the first time she had met Bucky, long ago in the Red Room, the soldier teaching her many ways to kill. Romantic, I know. But it was more than that, at the time he was The Winter Soldier, yes but he had a soft spot for the ballerina. Disobeying his strict orders to sneak in and see her during the night, spending it under the moon talking about everything and anything, sharing light kisses. It didn’t last long though, soon the authorities found out, ripping her soldier from her grasp. As the years went on she never forgot about the handsome, yet the broken man she met once upon a time. They didn’t meet again until the day on the bridge where he attacked everyone but her to find out later that he had recognized her instantly giving Hydra a run for its money as he tried to get back to her. 

Once they were reunited she knew she had her James back. While the road to trust and recovery was rough, she was by his side the entire time, holding his hand as they walked back from hell, getting through their ongoing trauma together. Calina’s feeling resurfaced, and the team knew his did too, but for two of the world, greatest trained assassins they were completely oblivious. 

“No shit” Natasha smirked, pulling Calina from her thoughts. “Now, let’s go max Tony’s credit card with this dress and then get finish getting ready at the tower. Sound good?” 

Finishing getting back into her street clothes that consisted of her over-sized jeans a sweatshirt of Bucky’s she had stolen months ago. Taking her sister’s outstretched hand a smile tugged at her lips. “Sounds good” 

***

Bucky groaned as a knock echoed throughout this floor. Shuffling to open it he was met by Sam who had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “I know something you don’t” He sung, pushing past the super soldier and plopping himself down in his living room. 

“I don’t remember inviting you in” Bucky deadpanned, holding his face in his hands. 

“-I just ran into Nat and Calina downstairs” 

“Cool do you want a metal?”  “Will you let me finish?! Goddamn” Sam snapped “Anyways, they’re getting ready for the party tonight. Keyword their, more than one, meaning Calina is actually attending tonight” 

Okay, that caught Buckys attention. “Lina’s coming? She never comes to the party’s?” He would know. Every time Tony threw a party, Bucky would always bring her up a plate of food, staying with her for dinner but eventually getting dragged back down to mingle by Steve even though he wanted nothing more than to stay with the girl. 

“I know, crazy right? You should totally make your move tonight, man!” The Sergeant glared at Sam. 

“Why would I do that?”

“You flirt with her all the time. You’re always touching her. You follow the woman around like a lost puppy-”

“Do not”

“-You guys have such strong chemistry anyone in the world could see it and-and! Not to mention, you guys dated before, right, in the Red Room?” 

He grit his teeth at the mention of that cruel place, thinking back to the torture they had to endure. “I’m not sure if you could call it dating, we didn’t do dating in the Red Room.”

 “But you loved her then?” 

“Of course I did” He sighed, running a tired hand through his unruly hair. Calina Romanova was his light, his steady, constant shining star. The person he fought for, the reason he even lasted as long as he did, the reason he never gave up because after all the memory wiping sessions, her smile was always in the back of his mind.

While he had forgotten everything, even himself, he never forgot the time they spent together, hoping, praying, he could hear her laugh one more time. And after 36 years, he finally could.The weight of all he had done lessened as she ran to him just before Steve had reached his apartment, he remembered it like it was yesterday.

 **Flashback**

She stood in his kitchen, the Widow suit he knew oh so well clinging to her skin as her fingers skimmed over his dusty table. “Hello James” She had whispered, her familiar accented voice standing up the hairs on his back. She stood to face him, her bright blue eyes boring into his as she smiled softly. “I’m not here to hurt you. You and I were...friends long ago I-I’m not sure if you remember me but-” 

He couldn’t believe it 

“Солнышко” The nickname he had not used in so long rolled off his tongue like he used it every day since they last parted. He couldn’t help but grin as the girl who danced around his dreams stood before him. Slowly, he approached her, his right arm reaching out to cup her face as if to check if she really was here and not just one of Hydra’s evil tricks. “Is it really you?” A tear slipped down her cheeks as a laugh bubbled throughout her chest. “You remember me” Bucky pulled her to his chest, the woman instantly responding by wrapping her arms around his torso tightly, afraid to ever let go. They held onto each other as if the world around them was crumbling down, after all these years they were finally able to hold one another again, tears stung in both of their eyes as they crushed each other into the embrace. “Of course I remember you, Calina” He murmured into her hair, breathing in the scent of Cherry Blossoms and crisp fall nights he had oh longed for. “I’ve missed you” He admitted.

“And I, you”

Then of course Steve Rogers had to burst in with the whole German Special Services on his ass, but ever since then, she hasn’t left his side. His soulmate was placed back into his life.

 **Flashback ended** 

 “Yo, Buck, you still with me” The man shook his head, attempting to shake away the memory seeping to the front of his mind. 

“Yeah, sorry” 

“It’s good, but you really should talk to Cal, its getting annoying watching you two make goo-goo eyes at each other and not do anything about it. So either you say something or I will” He warned, waving a finger as he dramatically excited the floor. “Oh, and you might wanna start getting ready!” He called from outside the door. Bucky rolled him but made his way to the dark blue suit he had laid out days before. 

“Here goes nothing”

~~Translations~~

Молчи- Shut up

младшая сестра- Younger sister

Солнышко- My sun

A/N Okay! I think that went well, let me know what you think and leave a heart if you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading, part two should be up soon but I’m on Vacation, although I will try my best to update quickly. feel free to leave recomondations! Lots of love and know I’m so proud of you! 

~Celeste 

[lovelydiamond500]

@holdlikehamberger I LITERALLY got to work drawing her as soon as you were all “Yeah it’s cool you use my fic as a prompt” Thank you! I typically Use Gacha Club cause as you can see I draw like a 5 year old but I thought that would seem low effort so I wanted to draw her even if she did look terrible I did make a Gacha Character for a reference for her design though but that Outfit’s all my Doing for better or worse!

Sorry if it’s a bit Blurry or small also Credit to @theotomaiden that’s what it said in the Description of their Deviant Art which is EmilyTsukinami

(I’ll Retype the text I did Smaller purposefully so it’d fit well and the ones I just want to Add comment on)

Name Meaning: Young Rabbit/And or Angel (Cause I couldn’t between Naming her Angelica or Bunny I pulled a Hannah Montana and did both)

Place of Birth: KarlHeinz’s Castle (Is it even a castle? Idk man I was thinking of being all ~Christa’s Cell~ but 1 She was meant to be a little bit unborn cause she was supposed to be Subaru’s Twin but cause KarlHeinz’s being ~Weird~ He said “~let’s have a kinda delayed one so I can make her an Interesting Backstory and experiment on her~” {Insert Skelator Noises} 2 I thought the thought was a little needlessly gruesome)

Body Type: this was after the artwork but I imagine her having like a Thicker Body type not fat just Soft ya know? ~Like a Bunny~ and I believe Endomorph is the right word for that type of Body type

Likes: People food (Human Food) Good Company (Trauma Showing part 1) Flowers (Get it? Cause she owns a Toyota Subaru?) Dressing Up (She really likes her mom and wants to be elegant like her hot take for people I know) Roller Blading (I was looking for pose references and saw Cardcaptor Sakura roller blading remembered how cool that looked and said...”Yes she’s doing that”) and Friends and Family Especially

Dislikes: Being alone too long isolation Being inside for long periods of time (Trauma showing part 2) Blood a little bit (she was under the impression she was human for awhile)

Habits: Biting into Stuff with her one tooth (Yeah It makes her hate/Deeply Crave Relationship with Blood even weirder but she’s getting over it so she can like live or something) she taps stuff whenever she’s waiting for something

Love interest: no but like literally I HAVE NOT decided yet so far in my Dia lovers Oc Canon Kino Shin Carla and Yuma are the only options because I despise The livestock man deeply

Backstory: Ok! So KarlHeinz’s experimented on her in the womb as you do when your Him cause he wanted to make something Specific with her The first step into making a Human Race with SUPA BLOOD or “Apple”..I mean This Franchise is already kinda obsessed with Adam and Eve why can’t I? Well I guess she was the first and a failure (Hence Blood type Apple 0) so out of sheer “I’m KarlHeinz’s NO CHILD IS GONNA WIND UP NORMAL IN THIS HOUSEHOLD” move he locked her up with Christa outta spite or something or whatever (he may be powerful but in my mind he’s a literal weirdo creep ok? I’m sorry I’m telling it as I see it as a Somewhat casual fan) Her brother’s all Visit her and they’re essentially the only reason she made it at all but only little bits of rat blood would last her so long till she entered a comatose state and Because She needs to go Missing because I said so and cause she brought her brother’s closer KarlHeinz’s basically just Yeets her in a coffin into the sea when she was 5 and she wound up in Japan aka where everything happens and she wakes up with amnesia because of course And some Childless Couple take her in also she had a magic Book with her idk if Is Christa’s Yet I try to have Restraint when it comes to doing weird stuff with canon stuff but hey man sometimes you gotta have cringe like that

*Clears throat* and now I present a little short story

The Therapist sat there with an Uninterested look

Therapist: and you're really insisting this recurring dream is THIS significant to your mental state?

Bunny: Yes!! I've a dream like it every day for as long as i can remember!

The Therapist: *Sighs* Fine Tell me one of your Dreams again then...

"Buru! Buru! You're here!" I'm reaching for the same White haired little boy i saw everynight through the same bars likely in the same Dungeon i seem to be in he takes my REALLY small hands In his small but albeit bigger hands "I always come Bunny!" I actually told my Ma and Pa about the name this boy called me and they asked if i wanted that and i actually said yes it's Strange on the outside but it always did feel Familiar "You bring the good stuff?!" I was bouncing up and down against the Bars he Sighed "No no Croissants in the kitchen as far as i could tell but i did get Normal bread!" He looked Kinda like he was Upset i didn't let exactly what i wanted so every single time without hesitation in this dream i grabbed both his tiny cheeks taking them as fully in my hands as i could through bars "Buru! There's always next time! Even split it with you!" Shooting him the biggest grin i could muster but i felt weak in all honesty and we all know Croissants have all the necessary Vitamins in them and you live off them right? But normal bread would have to do i always thought if i willed enough for Croissants in my dream I'd get them but these dreams...remain constant then a little boy with red locks and Bright Green eyes Appears every time and...this is arguably the weirdest part of my dream "Bun Chan~! Big brother Laito is here!" He held up a tiny bag about the size of say a Carnival goldfish...filled with blood..anyways we put it on the blood on the bread Don't Misunderstand!! I didn't like it and it was uncomfortable but more in a way where instead of possibly consuming someone's fluids the feeling is more like...begrudgingly eating broccoli at 5 and blood does make me uncomfortable but in this dream it's not as bad and THAT makes it a special type of uncomfortab-

Therapist: I've heard enough Miss Mori or..Miss Bunny

Bunny: But! What about when Kanato Sang to me? What about the Story's Shu would tell me about his adventures whenever he happened to come? Or when Reji Told me all about his Alchemy books Or when Ayato would mouth off about he'd get me out when he could Or Subaru telling me about how mom was!-

Therapist: Mom? This is strange isn't it? You've built an unhealthy attachment to these dreams...

Before our dear Bunny could say another word the therapist ushered her out the door And in went her Adoptive Parents where all she could overhear was this "Oh We'll do anything for our Daughter's happiness!!" Surely her Parents at least she knew she could trust them for sure but what about the blood in her own heart?

FIN

Thank you! Thank you for reading! Thank you for letting me take inspiration just thanks for everything! Have a good night day or whatever!

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: The Mother Chapter 10 - The Lost Girls

Warnings: slight violence, slight language. 

Word count: 2.2k

Where it all began. 

Summary: Timeline of the Winchester family lives and deaths. Flashback chapter. 

Guest OCs: Joel Winchester (FC: Josh Brolin), Marie Campbell (FC: Fairuza Balk), Mandy Winchester (FC: Cristina Scabbia).

Guest Characters: Jacob Seed and Miller in war flashback. Archangel Michael, Raphael and Gabriel in flashback. 

Note: The italic red indicates different time periods so bare with me on this chapter. They’re all short mini chapters within one big chapter. 

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June 1988

Joel Victor Winchester has enlisted into the U.S Army, and his father Alfred isn’t happy about it.

“Really? That’s what you’re gonna do?” he asks his son, “You’re gonna throw your life away?”.

“Dad, I don't want to hunt anymore. I want to travel. See the world” he explains to his father.

“Yeah sure, getting yourself killed will definitely help out with that” he sarcastically tells him. 

Joel grew tired of hunting monsters for a living. He wanted to change his life for the better, he enlisted into the U.S Army. His girlfriend Mandy was against it, but at the same time she didn’t want to hold him back. Within a few months he went off to training in Georgia. He felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders once he stepped off in that training base. 

Aside from the Sergeants getting into his face, and yelling at him. Making him do 100 push ups in 1 minute. Joel actually liked it there. Better than stabbing a demon in the face, or cutting off a vampire’s head. It’s better than getting chased by Hellhounds. 

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November 1990

Iraq, the Gulf War. Operation Desert Storm. Joel along with his unit of 10 other men are passing through a desert town somewhere near the Persian Gulf. When an ambush causes Joel and his fellow soldiers to get separated from each other in the middle of the desert.

“This is Winchester to base do you copy?” he says into his radio, “Base this is Winchester do you copy?”. 

Nothing but static on the other end of the radio. 

“Now what?” Miller asks him. 

“We keep moving forward” he answers.

“Are you sure?!” another soldier asks. 

“Yeah, I’m sure” he replies. They all push forward through the hot desert as the sun shines bright on them. 

“I don’t think I can push forward” a young Jacob Seed tells Joel. Panting and stumbling through the hot sand. 

“C’mon Seed we have to keep moving” he tells him.

After several minutes of walking through the sand an explosion sends Joel, Miller, Jacob and a few others flying several feet away from each other. They all manage to find each other after god who knows how long. Almost dying of dehydration.  

“We gotta keep moving” Joel’s second in command tells him.

Joel looks around and notices they’re missing a few of their men.

“Where’s Seed and Miller?!?” he asks them. They look around for them, and accept that they were either killed, or they got lost in the explosion. 

“We have to look for them” Joel tells them. 

“Sir, we have to keep moving forward to base” his second in command tells him. They move forward through the desert and make it to their base. Not wanting to leave two of their men behind, knowing they could still be alive. 

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December 1991

It’s been over almost a year since Joel came back from Iraq. He wasn’t the same after all that shit. He suffered from PTSD, night terrors and insomnia. He has burn scars on his right shoulder, bicep and 30% of the right side of his body. 

Thinking that Mandy would leave him because of his trauma and disfigurement of his skin. She stood by side through all of it. She didn’t see him any differently, she still loved him regardless. With the help of her sister Marie, he planned on proposing to her. On December 22 1991 just before Christmas. He proposed to her at a Christmas party in front of all their friends and family.

Taking a knee, the usual way of proposing. 

“Mandeline Lucille Campell will you marry me?!” he asks, ring in hand. The crowd of their friends and family “awe” in response. 

Her hands covering her mouth, she nods her head and softly mutters “Yes” to his proposal. 

Tears filling her eyes as he places the ring on her left ring finger.

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September 7 1992

The wedding of Joel Victor Winchester & Mandeline Lucille Campell. 

"Are you ready?" Marie asks her older sister. As she dusts off her white wedding dress. 

Mandy nods her head, taking a deep breath, "Yeah, yeah I'm ready!". 

Preparing to walk down the aisle, and marrying the love of her life. Her long-time boyfriend, then fiancée and soon to be husband. 

“Do you Mandeline Lucille Campell take Joel Victor Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband. In sickness and in health. For good, or for worse. Till death do you part?” the priest asks.

Looking up at her soon to be husband, “I do” she answers. 

He asks Joel the same exact thing, and he gives the same exact response.

“I do” he says, looking down at his now beautiful wife. 

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" the priest tells Joel, and he kisses his new wife. 

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May 1994

Mandy announces her pregnancy with her first child. Waiting patiently for the results, sitting on the bathroom floor as Joel sat on the opposite side of the bathroom door. She got the results, and she is indeed pregnant. She opens the door, and immediately runs into Joel’s arms, tears streaming down her face. 

“What is it?!, what is it?!” he asks, excitedly. 

She shows him the stick, and he lifts her up. Kisses her.

“We’re gonna be parents!!” he mutters, excitedly. Lifitng her up off the floor.

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July 1994

Joel and Mandy get the results on the sex of their first child. The ultrasound technician puts the gel on her stomach and uses the sonographer to scan her belly.

Joel holds onto Mandy’s hand in anticipation. Squeezing it.

“So let's see what we got here” she tells them, as she scans her stomach. 

“It looks like you’re having a girl!” she tells the soon to be parents.

They look at each other excitedly, in shock and in tears. 

“We’re having a girl!!” Mandy mutters to Joel, kissing him. 

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January 19 1995

Mandy goes into labor a few months early, and gives birth to a healthy baby girl at the Phoenix Regional Hospital in Phoenix, Arizona. After being in labor for 7 hours.

Weighing 7 pounds 6 ounces. Born at 2:15pm. 

“She’s so beautiful” Mandy says, cradling her daughter. A nurse walks into the room, with a clipboard in hand and asks “So what are we naming her?”.

“Paige Hannah” Joel tells her. She writes down the name and takes it to file it for records. 

“And you wanted to name her Dawn Mercedes” Mandy mocks him, looking down at her new infant daughter. 

He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m glad you changed my mind about it”. 

A few moments past and a man walks into the room.

“Joel and Mandeline Winchester?'' he asks, walking into the hospital room. They both look up at the man. 

“Yes?” Joel questions him, “Who are you?”. 

“I’m Michael” he tells them, “Archangel Michael”. 

They look at him in confusion, Joel stands up from the hospital bed and becomes defensive. 

“What do you want?” he asks in a threatening tone. 

He puts his hands up showing that he means no harm. “I mean no harm to you, your wife and the new addition to your family”.

He goes on to tell them that he is baby Paige’s Guardian Archangel. That he will protect and watch over her until the day she dies. 

"So what? Babies are assigned Archangels when they're born?" he asks. 

"Yes, I believe Raphael is Mandeline's guardian Archangel, and I'm yours" Michael tells them. 

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August 5 1998

Mandy gave birth to another girl at the same hospital where she had Paige. 

Almost having her at their home which is 15 minutes away from the hospital.

Weighing 7 pounds 8 ounces born at 7:42am, now with baby number two in the family. 

Mandy’s sister Marie watched over Paige while they went to the hospital. 

After 3 in half hours of labor pain and contractions, she finally had baby Katella. 

“I can’t believe it” Joel mutters, looking down at his new infant daughter “We now have 2 beautiful girls. She’s so beautiful”. 

They both stare down at their new addition to the family. 

“I’m so glad Paige stopped me from naming her Sasha Georgia” he says to Mandy. 

She chuckles, “Yeah me too. Katella Evyanna is a better name for her”. 

“Gabrielle would’ve been better” a man tells them, who appeared out of the blue in front of them. 

They both look up at the man, Joel scoffs at him, rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling “Let me guess. Gabriel? Archangel?”. 

He smiles at them, and says with his hands up “Guilty!!”. 

“What do you want?” Mandy asks him, Already knowing what this is all about. 

He sighs, sitting at the foot of the bed “The same route my big bro Michael did with little Paige. I’m this little one's Guardian Angel. I will protect, watch over her and blah blah blah until she dies. All that jazz”. 

They both look at him in confusion, and also in a way underestimating the youngest Archangel.  

"It's not too late to name her Gabrielle Tricksterina" he tells them. 

"We'll stick with Katella Evyanna. Thanks Gabe". Mandy says to him. 

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November 14 1998

Baby Katella is 3 months old, Paige is 3 years old. 

“What time are you gonna be off?!” Mandy asks Joel, from the kitchen table. 

“Same time as usual” he tells her from their bedroom “5:30pm”. 

He continues to get ready for work while Mandy feeds Kate her bottle, and Paige is sitting in her high chair eating cut up fruit.

He walks into the kitchen, and kisses her, and his daughters goodbye.

“I’m leaving for work now” he tells her. Kissing her head, as well as the two little girls. 

Going to his job at the auto shop where he works as head mechanic. 

Mandy is taking maternity leave from her job as a receptionist at a dental office.  

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April 19 1999

The night where it all happened, the night where Azazel took Joel’s life by causing a house fire.

Killing him when he went to check on baby Katella. 

Confronting the demon that took his life. Killing him and pushing him up to the ceiling. 

Mandy woke up to the smell of smoke, thinking Joel was cooking something. 

She went to check on both Paige and Kate. Upon checking on her youngest daughter, a droplet of blood lands on Mandy’s hand, she looks up and sees her husband laying against the ceiling. 

Within seconds the whole ceiling was engulfed into flames. Killing Joel instantly. 

Paige runs to the room, and sees everything. Mandy grabs Kate from her crib and hands her to her eldest daughter.

Telling her to take her sister and run as fast as she can.

Running out to the front lawn as the house is engulfed in flames. 

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September 2011

“Mom what’s going on?” 16 year old Paige asks her mother.

Des Moines, Iowa. A teacher from Paige and Kate’s high school had reported to Child Protective Services about some cuts, bruises and other wounds on Kate’s arms and hands. 

A cut on Paige’s left cheek, and bruised, bloody knuckles. 

Reporting that the 2 girls are being abused by their mother. 

Mandy would never lay a finger on her kids. Wasn’t able to convince the police and CPS that she would never hit her kids. 

Even with Paige and Kate coming to her defense. They still took them away from her.

“Everything is fine girls” she tells them. 

���Girls you’re gonna have to come with us” an officer tells them. 

They both look at him, and everyone else in confusion. 

“What’s happening?!” 13 year old Kate asks. Hiding behind her elder sister. 

“Girls I’m Nancy from Child Protective Services. You’re both gonna have to come with us” she tells them. 

“Why?!” Paige asks. 

“You both attend Des Moines Junior high?” the officer asks.

“Yeah” Paige answers. 

“A teacher reported some wounds, and other physical injuries on you” he tells them. 

They take the girls away from Mandy after they both resisted. Taking them away in separate vehicles. 

Mandy later would have child abuse charges against her, and she would flee Iowa shortly after. Paige and Kate were sent to live with their uncle Brent and aunt Laura. 

Mandy was charged, and had a restraining order against her. Forbidding her from seeing, or contacting her daughters until they turned 18. Once Paige turned 18 she took off and searched for her mother. 

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January 2012

"There's a man in Hope County, Montana that needs protection" Raphael tells Mandy. 

"Okay, what's his name?" she asks. 

"God hasn't given me his name, but you are the one that must protect him" he tells her. 

Not understanding what the job is actually about, she reluctantly agrees to protect this man whom she has no idea who he is or what his name is. Not knowing what he looks like either. 

"Okay, I'll go to Montana and protect this man who I never met, nor seen" she tells the Archangel. 

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Everything Burns - Chapter 10

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Smut, Blood, knives, violence, eye trauma. 

Word count: 4,251

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10: My Name is Jack

She spotted him before anyone else, but he soon made his presence known to all, as he threw the crooked cop out of the elevator and fired a shot into the air.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he called out. Scarlett was pushed back as the crowd around her surged to get out of the way. She urged him to go to him, but she was moved by the crowd backwards and away from him. She was desperate for him to see her.

"We are tonight's entertainment," he said, taking a prawn with a stick in it off the table, he bit just the tomato off the end before throwing the rest back where he had found it.

"I only have one question:" he said, still chewing the tomato.

"Where is Harvey Dent?"

He stood for a second waiting for somebody to speak up and when no one did, he turned back towards the way he came from to speak to the crowd.

He held his gun towards the group of women in front of Scarlett and she whimpered at his closeness, not through fear but eagerness to be nearer him, but he didn't look at her. Instead, an older woman beside her rubbed Scarlett's arm having mistaken her whimper as fear.

He took the glass from the hand of one of the women in front of her violently, spilling most of the contents but he poured the rest into his mouth regardless. Before he stalked off into the room again, slamming the glass down onto the table as he went. The crowd she was in began to move, like a wave, trying to get the elevator and escape, but one of The Joker's men stopped them ushering them away with his gun.

Slowly Scarlett moved her way to the back of the crowd and tried to move along the back following The Joker without being noticed.

"You know where Harvey is? You know who he is?" The Joker asked moving along the people in the room, hitting them slightly as he spoke to them.

"Do you know where I can find Harvey? I need to talk to him about something, just something little huh?" he asked, reaching out to a man and gripping his face in his hand.

"No," he said, shaking the man's head for him with his hand.

"You know I'll settle for his loved ones," The Joker said to an older man, Scarlett had managed to push her way closer so she was now only a few people away but The Joker was still yet to notice her.

"We're not intimidated by thugs." said the man defiantly, and Scarlett tried not to laugh.

The Joker looked at him strangely as he stuffed another entrée into his mouth, he looked at him closely and the man did not back away.

"You know..." he said slamming his gun down onto the small side table.

"You remind me of my father" The Joker spat before he grabbed the man's head with one hand and brought his knife up to the man's face with the other.

"I hated my father." He growled holding the man in a tight grip.

"Okay, stop!" Rachel's voice rang out through the silence and Scarlett internally groaned. The Joker turned to her before he pushed the man away and began his way towards her.

"Well, hello, beautiful." he purred. Scarlett felt her stomach drop as she chewed down her jealousy.

Joker made his way towards Rachel and he pushed his hair out of his face slightly, licking his lips. Scarlett had never seen him act like this and the jealousy inside her was bubbling up at an extraordinary rate. 

"You must be Harvey's squeeze. Hm?" he questioned approaching Rachel and pointing his knife at her slightly.

"And you are beautiful," he said, moving around Rachel and the brunette turned watching him. Scarlett's jealousy had turned to rage now and she had to began to imagine what Rachel's head would look like on a pike.

He moved closer to Rachel and she grimaced and pulled away her body going stiff. They were now standing face to face.

"Oh, you look nervous. Is it the scars?" he cooed at her and Scarlett felt relief as his flirting turned into intimidation.

"You wanna know how I got them?" he asked her and Rachel pulled her face away from his, but he nodded at her slightly. He grabbed her head in the same way he had grabbed the old man's and held her tightly with one hand.

"Come here. Hey." He said as Rachel tried to pull out of his tight grasp.

"Look at me." He said, pulling her face round to look at him, his knife up to her face now.

"So I had a wife. She was beautiful, like you.." he began his voice soft and sweet, and Scarlett wondered if he was lying. She had never asked how he got his scars, it had never really crossed her mind.

"Who tells me I worry too much... who tells me I ought to smile more... who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks. Hey," he said as Rachel tries to pull her face away again.

"One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just wanna see her smile again. Hm? I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars!" he said shaking Rachel's head slightly in his grasp.

"So... I stick a razor in my mouth and do this.." he turned his head so she could see both sides of his scars more closely. "To myself," he says.

"And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me," he said his voice louder than before.

"She leaves. Now I see the funny side, now I'm always smiling" he said holding his hands out. Rachel throws out a kick in The Joker's groin but he doesn't seem that bothered as he laughs slightly at her but moves away nonetheless.

"You got a little fight in you. I like that," he said moving back towards Rachel, his knife out. The Bat came out of nowhere and was suddenly right by The Joker.

"Then you're gonna love me." The Bat growled and hit the Joker so hard the clown flew backwards.

The Bat grappled with the Joker's men as they began to attack, Scarlett tried to make her way towards where the Joker had fallen, but the crowd was getting denser, and more panicked as they pushed back away from the fight.

The Joker was up again in no time and he grabbed one of his men and threw him towards Batman. Finally one of the Joker's men landed a punch and the Bat fell to the floor and The Joker attacked. Kicking the bat with a blade that came out the toe of his boot. The Joker's men held the struggling Bat and the Joker kicked him repeatedly, but in a split second The Bat was back in control as he threw the Joker's man over his shoulder, before hitting the Joker to the floor again. As the Bat was distracted by another henchman, the Joker grabbed a gun from the floor and launched himself at Rachel. By the time the Bat looked up, the Joker had Rachel in his grip the gun cocked, loaded and pointed at her head.

"Drop the gun." said The Bat gruffly.

"Oh, sure. You just take off your little mask and show us all who you really are. Hm?" the Joker said backing himself and Rachel away and closer to the enormous floor length window. The Bat didn't speak and The Joker let out a single laugh before he pointed the gun behind him and shot the window, the glass exploding instantly.

With one swift motion, he had moved Rachel behind him and was now dangling her with one hand out the window. The high top winds blowing the hair around her face.

"Let her go." The Bat demanded and the Joker grinned.

"Very poor choice of words," he laughed to the Bat as he released his grip on Rachel's arm allowing her to fall from view, the Bat threw himself after her and out of view.

The room erupted into pandemonium. With the Bat gone, people no longer had any sense of hope of safety. The crowds rushed towards the elevators and emergency staircase, rushing past the goons without much care. Scarlett stood stock still in the middle of the room staring at the man who still hadn't looked at her. The room was emptying faster than the goons could control and they struggled to keep the people where they were, and without instruction otherwise from the Joker seemed happy to let them go. Scarlett stood where she was. Being buffeted from side to side by the fleeing guests simply staring at the clown in front of her.

The Joker finally turned to face her direction as the last of the crowd crammed themselves into the elevator, the door squeezing shut behind them.

"Boys let go" he shouted, picking his gun up and stuffing it into a pocket. Finally, he noticed her.

"Hello beautiful," he said coyly, licking his lips.

"Did you have a wife?" Scarlett asked suddenly and he let out a loud laugh.

"No. Why are you jealous?" he asked, moving towards her, stalking her like a shark. He pulled off his gloves before stuffing them in his pocket.

"Not of her," Scarlett said truthfully and the Joker turned his head to the side looking at her with a coy smile on his face. Was his Jester upset?

"Of Harvey's plaything?" he questioned but she didn't speak as he was now practically on top of her.

"She is nothing." he cooed and Scarlett let out a purr as his closeness, his hand ghosting her hip.

"Not compared to you," he breathed in a low voice and again she purred.

"I love the dress, by the way, almost didn't recognise you," he said, his voice lower than before, as his lips went to her ear. His voice filled her up, as he licked one of her earlobes playfully.

"That's the kind of dress that can make a man truly crazy!" he purred into her ear, and finally he touched her. His hands moved around her waist before slowly they moved down her sides and then her back, till he was gripping her arse fully with both hands. His mouth still on her ear, she threw her head back as a fire lit between her thighs. She let out a noise close to a cry and a moan. The Joker moved his face round to look her in the eyes, his pupils were blown wide making his already dark eyes even darker.

There was a loud bang from somewhere below them and the Joker moved away from her quickly, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the fire escape. Her head was fuzzy as they flew down the stairs the Joker's men following until finally, they were at the bottom. The Joker pulled her roughly into a waiting car with him before shutting the door. The car took off, filtering into the procession of cars filled with fleeing party guests. The Joker sighed loudly.

He turned to her jumping up and down in his seat, like an over excited child. 

"That was fun!" he cried gleefully and she grinned, he was like a toddler at Christmas.

"Didn't get Dent though," he said and his smile faded somewhat, his movements paused.

"I wonder what I could do instead, to take my mind off of losing Dent," he laughed and his hand was suddenly on her thigh, and very quickly moving up. She let out a gasp and he grinned, leaning closer to her.

"Maybe you should come back to mine" he purred his voice deep, and she shut her eyes and merely nodded.

'His' was not a house or even a run-down building as she had imagined but rather an enormous abandoned warehouse, he pulled her out of the car roughly and showed her inside.

Inside was a huge empty space, there was a couple of sofas and a TV, and in the corner was a table full of weapons. Ahead was a set of wooden steps that lead up to the mezzanine floor above. He led her up the steps quickly the boys followed behind but stopped at the sofas and threw themselves down, turning on the TV. He stopped for a second at the top of the stairs and turned to them.

"Disturb us and you're as good as dead" he warned them and they all nodded. The Joker took her hand again and led her past two heavy doors and down a small narrow corridor, at the end. He pushed the door open and motioned for her to go inside. It was dark but there was a dim light on the bedside table lighting up the room in a soft yellow glow.

There was a four-poster bed in the middle; some of the drapes had been ripped in places, but she was surprised to see they looked almost cleaned. This must have been a mob hideout they had given to the Joker when they had hired him, or perhaps he had taken it from them. There was another door that led to an ensuite bathroom, which was much more dishevelled. Grease paints of white, black and red had been smeared up the wall and around the mirror. The shower curtain had been ripped in half, and the sink was slightly wonky. The wooden floor creaked as she moved further into the room. Papers crumpled under her feet, but they already had footprints on them so she did not worry about what she was stepping on. The lamp on the left side of the bed had been ripped from the wall and no longer worked. Through one window by the bed she could see the rest of Gotham Industrial estate.

She stood in the middle of the room unsure what to do. She heard him move behind her, shutting the door and discarding his coat and jacket but she didn't turn to look at him. He stood behind her and his chest flush to her back as he whispered in her ear.

"You look amazing" he purred his hand moving down her sides again. She leant her head back hitting his shoulder and he moved his mouth to kiss her throat, biting slightly at her pulse point. She hummed and he growled. He ran his hand along her arm pulling her hand up before he twirled her around to face him roughly. His make-up was rubbing off in places and she reached out to him. He grabbed her tightly by the wrist before she could reach him and walked her backwards until her legs hit the foot of the bed. They fell into the blankets below. He pulled her shoes off throwing them behind him and they collided with the door with a loud thud. Before he climbed up the bed, on top of her.

She whimpered beneath him, her centre was on fire. He kicked off his shoes and socks and stared down at her. One arm holding himself up on the bed the other placed on her waist. He moved his hand to brush his green-tinged locks out of his face, and he grinned at her in a most mischievous way. She laughed her nervousness, anticipation and excitement all mixing into a strange emotion leaving her slightly speechless and incredibly twitchy.

"You look nervous," he said quietly and she shrugged slightly at him, he reached his hand up to brush her hair out of her face.

"Don't worry gorgeous, you'll like it" he assured her and she grinned at him. She leant up to kiss him, but he moved his face away from her own. There was a glint in his eye as the hand beside her head moved quickly down her body until it was pushing up her long skirt. He pushed it so it gathered around her waist uncomfortably but she didn't mind as she quivered beneath him. His hand moved agonisingly slowly, clearly, he was loving the effect he had over her. His face filled with a glorious smirk as his hand finally came into contact, through her panties, with her eager core, and she let out a deep animistic groan of pleasure.

"Calm yourself I'm nowhere near done with you yet" he muttered as she lowered his face to finally kiss her. His scarred mouth was an expert and she kissed back hungrily, her hands moving into his hair as she gripped large handfuls of it tightly. He growled as she pulled on his hair, it only seemed to encourage him more as he hitched up her skirt a little higher and moved his hand below to the top of her lacy underwear. She let out something close to a scream as his calloused finger touched her already eagerly pulsing clit. He let out a laugh she had never heard before, it was deep and testosterone filled and something purely animalistic. He began to rub agonisingly slow circles and with every movement Scarlett let out another shallow breath. Panting to his strokes.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as he watched her face with every movement she made. He was in control, she was his to play. However, if she would shut her eyes he would stop all movements until she looked at him again. Or he would demand her, to look at him and until she did he would not continue. Though his ministrations on her body were slow, she soon found herself close to the edge and her shallow breaths had turned into harsh pants as his movements sped up. It was intense, his hand moving slowly and the pair having locked eye contact the whole time.  When she did finally surrender to it, he allowed her to shut her eyes, her screams of pleasure enough to satisfy him. As she came back down from her high he removed her dress pulling it off her feet and discarding it on the ground. For a second he stood at the bottom of the bed and examined the creature below him with his penetrating gaze.

"You are exquisite" he groaned slightly, his voice deep and gravely like the growl of a lion. Her body was not exactly as it had been in his dreams. It was just as smooth as he had imagined, but her skin was not flawless. She lay on the bed in front of him in nothing but her underwear. 

She was classically beautiful with long legs, an almost flat stomach, above average breast size, wide hips and a narrow waist. Her midnight black hair was spread out behind her like the halo of a fallen angel. She was perfect even the large red angry looking scar that ran along the middle of her stomach from the bottom of her ribs to her hip bone on the left side of her rib cage, was not enough for him to not think of her anything but perfect. But then why wouldn't she be, he didn't play with broken toys afterall.

He climbed back on top of her and Scarlett tried to pinch herself, this was simply too good to be true. She unbuttoned his waistcoat and slipped it off his shoulders before beginning work on his shirt. He moved his hips in between her legs and spread them out a little further. She removed his tie and shirt quickly and threw them with the rest of the forgotten clothes, on the floor. His body was toned and his strength was evident, his skin pale was covered with scars. 

He hummed slightly as he pulled out his knife and placed it with the flat side down to her face. She hummed in return as he pushed his excitement into the inside of her thigh through his clothes. He left the knife on her chest as he moved down to remove her panties. The cold air was enough to make her buck her hips up and he laughed slightly. The knife slid down her breast, the sharp blade cutting into the skin there as she moved. He frowned at her before he bent low and licked the tiny wound, she hummed again and he grinned.

Finally, he was at his breaking point. He cut her bra from her with his knife before he stood and removed the rest of his clothes, he didn't give her time to adjust or even get a good look. He was soon back on top of her. His knife on her face and his cock positioned at her core. He didn't speak but a small grunt escaped his lips as he entered her full force. The hand holding the knife moved up her face suddenly and she let out a squeal as the blade cut into her eyelid sharply. He stopped all his movements, he had never heard her make that sound before he looked at her face. She smiled at him reassuringly although her right bottom eyelid was completely split in half and bleeding heavily, the stream of blood had already begun to dribble off her chin. Her eye watered but other than her eyelid she seemed unharmed.

"Don't stop" she purred and he didn't intend to. Scarlett's eye pain was soon forgotten as the rising feeling from deep within her was bubbling to the surface. He threw the knife to the ground and put both hands on her hips as his thrusts became more powerful and increasingly violent, but Scarlett didn't mind as her orgasm overtook her brain and she let out screams of pleasure at an ever-increasing volume.

"Jo..." she tried out his name but as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her words died out.

He smirked as she quivered and twitched underneath him. One of his hands on her hip helping him get in deeper and the other on her breast. She reached her hands up to his back, where her nails stuck into his skin, raking their way down his back painfully but again this only encouraged him as he began to move quicker.

Scarlett's orgasms were coming too often and so fast she was having very little downtime between. Soon her mind was becoming hazy as she floated on cloud nine. She dug her nails into the flesh of his back again and he let out a grunt but it did not stop his thrusts or even slow him down. She needed something to bring her down to earth and so she reached up and rubbed her split eye. The pain surged through her like a bucket of ice water after being inside a volcano and she laughed. 

The Joker looked at her strangely and forcibly pulled her hand away from her broken eye,  but he knew what she needed so instead he lent down to her chest and bit her hard and she let out the best noise yet. It wasn't pleasure and it wasn't pain, it was something so much better. He pulled away as he felt her begin to pant again as another wave was about to crash over her, but his own climax was coming up fast and he slowed his movements slightly so as to prolong it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out another loud moan and he felt his release about to come. He placed a heavy hand on her collarbone, his whole weight holding her in place as he leant back slightly. His arm was so heavy on her, Scarlett was sinking slightly into the old mattress. She was expecting something astronomical when he finally released but it was rather civilised. His eyes squeezed together slightly and he let out a deep long growl before his movements stopped completely and he collapsed on top of her his head on her chest, as he listened to the rapid beating of her heart.

"J" she whispered and he moved to look at her, her eye had stopped bleeding but the trail of sticky red had nearly covered the whole side of her face. He reached a hand up and rubbed some of the blood away. That was when he realised that he never wanted to see this woman hurt again, he had never meant to hurt her. He was just trying to have some fun but he wanted to protect her. She was truly his now and he would hold onto her with all the strength he had. He carved her, he would break and burn anything that stood in the way of her. She was his.

"My name is Jack," he said so quietly that at first she thought she had imagined it and she looked at him wide eyed. Scarlett had never imagined that he would ever tell her his real name, but he had and she smiled wholly to show her appreciation for his goliath offering.

"Just don't tell anyone, and don't call me that unless we are alone," he said moving off of her quickly and rolling onto his side of the bed. She watched him for a long time after his eyes slipped shut and he fell off to sleep, and she smiled as she too was consumed by the shadows.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Siren & The Healer (6)

Natasha Romanoff arc

Chapter 6: The Flashes

Platonic Natasha x fem!Reader, Loki x fem!Reader (soulmates?)

Theme: With cracks between the most powerful superheroes of the earth, Natasha Romanoff does not find rest when she is assigned on a mission to find the missing pieces of a puzzling power that once nearly got into the hands- rather, tentacles- of Hydra. In order to unearth the pieces, she must dig through her own past and make a decision that might decide the fate of the earth in the coming wars.

Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, friendship, and whatnot

Chapter warnings: Flashes. I have honestly forgotten what counts as warnings

A/N: This was written a few years ago with an OC in mind so reader has a name but it is a reader insert.

Word Count: I need to build up my resume and it kills me that I cannot put ‘part time fanfic writer on tumblr and AO3 with a decen following’ on it because some people are just cowards.

MASTERLIST in bio, love

Time: 1000 hours

Location: Vienna

The highest quality of teakwood, most expensive beige tiles and white paint that smelled like a walk in a pinewood forest- these were all the things you took in from the villa these group of buffed strangers took you to. Not to mention it being smack in the middle of a high-profile residential area where the personal property- along with your privacy- extended to nearly a kilometer. With two stories housing an open contemporary style house, the entirety of the villa's so-called four walls were just endless glass looking out at the green belt of shrubs and evergreen trees making up for the seclusion of the estate. Or, according to you, making up a hell of peeping entertainment window for all the nosy neighbours.

Safehouse, they said.

We'll all be safe here, away from prying eyes, they said.

Let’s stay here till we know what to do with the asset, they s-wait.

“Here,” the redhead called out, gesturing at the sofa while Brunn brought you a glass of water, “have a seat. You must be quite confused by all of this.”

You took the glass and barely planted your ass on the expensive-looking sofa before turning to look at Red. “Confusion would be an understatement but yes.”

“Keosha, right?”

You looked up from the glass after gulping it all down. “I...never told you my name.”

“No, you didn’t,” Red affirmed with a smile, “this is Keiko and Brunn. That’s Aneka. Nakia. And my name is-”

“Natalia Romanova,” you finished her introduction for her, making Natasha question whether it was fear or awe she was seeing in your eyes.

“I go by Natasha Romanoff in my close circle but you’re correct,” she stated, sitting down opposite you. “I apologise for the ruckus. We had to get you out of there. It wasn’t safe.”

“For whom?” you asked, recalling the cries of those men tux as two women ended their careers.

“For any of us,” Nakia called out from the farther end while examined her gear.

“Why? Was it because of the creepy guy who walked over to me in the parking lot yesterday? It was his office I was visiting today when all that...weird shit went down.”

It took a few seconds for you to realise how everyone seemed to be stirred into motion by your statement but before you could register and reason with them how you were in no way involved with that shady man, Keiko brought her tablet forward to show you a grainy picture caught by a security camera time-stamped for today right when you were in his office.

“Is this the guy?” Keiko asked.

“Yes! That’s him!” You were nearly shouting before the tablet was even in your hands.

Natasha and Nakia exchanged a look before turning back to face you.

“So, was last night the first time you saw him?” Natasha leaned over towards you with a look of curiosity, something you were not finding comfortable.

“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling a sudden rush of cold air run down your neck. “What’s going on?”

“Was someone else there when he met you?”

The cold seemed to run right along your spine, freezing it with the words coming out of Natasha’s mouth; your first thought just being the loud thumping echo of ‘ Harry ’. “What’s going on? Who is he?”

Natasha and Nakia could see your instincts kicking in, going through all the worst scenarios. So, there was someone else there.

“Keosha,” Nakia came closer to sit next to you, her accent heavy on her lips and in her voice, “we promise to explain everything. But you have to help us out so we can prioritise protecting the people we think might be in danger. Will you help us do that?”

.

“He’s fine. We have eyes on him. Our people will keep watch on anything unusual.”

Your heart finally let go of the strings of worry it’d been stretching for the last one hour. “Oh, thank God!” you whispered, rubbing your forehead before slumping into the bean bag. Natasha watched you pause in between the emotional crisis to look up at her and Nakia. “Oh, um, just tell your guys to not be shocked if he turns off the smoke alarm. He’s not a...good cook.”

And suddenly Natasha could see flashes of Tony making- or trying to make- frittatas for the gang before Steve had to run in with a fire extinguisher. 

“I’ll take care of it.” Brunn’s voice from the other side of the house- where he has set up a small security station of his own- broke Natasha out of some pleasant memories.

“Right,” she stated, wiping her hands off her thighs as she sat down in front of you in a bean bag.

A moment of silence floated between the two of you, your ears on alert yet your bodies taking in the rest after the morning you two had. It was a pleasant lull with a note of the unsaid assurance and affirmations. And unspoken fear of the unknown. Her insides were okay with the truce that had just happened between the two parties on the exchange of information but something inside her was afraid of still being in the dark. You were calm right now only because that man’s identity had been revealed and you were given the word of world’s deadliest assassin and spy that you will be protected. What was tingling under all of this was the presence of the Black Widow. She doesn’t just appear somewhere. If she’s there, it means there is blood. There will always be blood. All the reports you’d read after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. pointed to it. And what was your equation in all of this was still a mystery to be solved. That was what the Black Widow was thinking as well.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of much help,” you finally blurted, tired of keeping so much inside. “I wish I knew what this man was looking for. All he was interested in was the lame healing practices of my college committee.”

Natasha raised her brow, “Healing doesn’t sound lame,” she shrugged, “what kind of healing does your college group do?”

You forced out a chuckle. “Oh, it’s nothing. I mean, not something on the scale of what you and your friends do...did...”

Feeling the smack you got from your internal voice in the back of your head, you let your voice fade at the end of that sentence not sure of what the dynamic was between the heroes at this moment. But that did not stop Natasha from moving forward, letting her arms rest on her knees and one palm supporting her face, her eyes stuck on you, waiting in anticipation.

Oh, crap , you stated internally to her, don’t look at me like that.

Sighing, you raised your hands a little, making them move about with all that you explained to her. “We-um...they’re healers in the sense that they use the life force flowing through them to heal things. And by things I mean, healing people, situations, diseases, ailments, uhh future opportunities. I know it sounds like a bunch of bull-”

“What’s our life force?”

...did not see this coming.

“Uhh...it’s the energy. Inside us, around us. It’s present in everything.”

“Even in things that aren’t alive?”

“Yup. Like this sofa. Or my phone. Or your...that thing on your wrist.”

“When you say you can heal people-” Natasha’s eyes widened and her brows creased just enough to let you know she was calculating it all- “you mean you can heal anything about them?”

You opened your mouth to answer before stopping short and shutting it up. “What do you mean exactly?”

“Could you heal their addictions?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve done that once.”

“How about incurable diseases?”

“Yeah, don’t tell the pharma giants about these guys, okay.”

She smiles a perfect smile, making your heart flutter. No one should be allowed to have that perfect a smile.

“Could you heal past trauma as well?”

“I’ve never done that. But I’m sure it could be done.”

“And future outcomes?”

Your lips make a thin line barely resembling a smile before you lean in over to her. “Okay, here’s the thing. I have healed the future. Or at least I have tried to. But the thing us healers had to keep in mind always while doing any sort of healing was that this life force has a brain of its own. It takes your effort to the point that needs to be worked upon. And often you find that that point and your intended circle do not coincide. Not to be that guy but that’s where people start to lose faith and do not see the good that is brought because they’re too busy letting their vision be clouded by the one thing that didn't go right for them despite all they put into it.”

Natasha looked down at your hands resting on your thighs, trembling a little from the cold and a little from the conversation, unconsciously tearing the tiny lint balls from your warm leggings. “People are fickle with faith,” Natasha mentioned in her low voice, “not many realise its worth in the darkest of times.”

“Not much to lean on in the dark times when the hope goes away with that last ray, is there?” you call back softly.

“Is that what you tell the ones you heal?”

“Before healing others, we’re supposed to heal ourselves. Just like to protect others, you first need to protect yourself from the line of fire. But this all garbage now. I don’t do it anymore. I left the practice a long time ago.”

Now, Natasha was more curious than ever. “Why?”

You wet your lips and rub your hands on your thighs to warm them up. “Tell me what happens you try to defend a bunch of civilians like me from..say...huge scary aliens. One too many.”

Just as you posed the question, the creases on Natasha’s brows disappeared. “It takes a toll on you. You can’t keep up after a while.”

“Exactly.”

Both of you could smell the smokiness of the mac and cheese being cooked in the kitchen by Brunn, lighting up your previously scared and dormant hunger pangs.

“I was taught that if I fell, I should get up and dust away anything that says I cannot, even if that meant my death,” she enunciated, “but later on I found out that when fallen, you could have a pair of hands to help you get back up. To help you find the strengths you never thought you could have. Because it is difficult to find out your entirety by yourself, Keosha.”

You smiled and turned your head down. “I’m done with the whole healer business, Ms. Romanoff-”

“Natasha.”

“...okay. Natasha. It only seems appealing till it goes where you want it to go. And right now, I want to go devour that mac and cheese.”

Your words forced out a chuckle from Natasha. She got up to go to the kitchen with you only to watch you struggle to get out of the bean bag. “Looks like you do need a hand.”

“Okay, Black Widow, not everyone has an amazing flexible body like you. Now help me out of this cursed thing!”

.

It was hard to fall asleep. Harder to let his mind be still. Ironic, isn’t it? To be laying down in a spaceship that was floating in the vast nothingness and his mind was the one that was making the loudest sound. No matter how much he tried, the agitation did not stop.

Getting up on the makeshift bed in the back of the ship, he tried to take deep breaths to calm down his horribly fast heartbeat.

Come back , he told his insides, forcing his consciousness to walk away from the noise into the existing calm inside the ship, closing his eyes, letting his senses concentrate on all that was going on around him. The sound of controls, Drax’s snoring, Mantis’ flowy yet curious movements around him, the feeling of Nebula’s silent footsteps- his favourite- and sting of Quill’s glare.

Observe , he announced to his heart and head, calling them in to confer what it was that bothered them, slowly opening up the hatch to a path that led to all that had happened till now, making them retrace their steps back. Back to the gates of Hel, to those mysterious eyes, to the face of his mother, to the cold void, to the explosion, to...to the ship, to-

Blinding flashes of red, white and green played with his mind, bringing with them their theme- cries of tortured souls. But that wasn’t it. Images punched his aching consciousness between the blinding lights. There were too many. One of them was of someone falling down a cliff- a pale contrast to the purple hues of the sky in the back- once a picture of soothing green, once a painting of snow-like white; one of them crying for help while one smiled in satisfaction. Another image was a haze of orange surrounding him. Or that’s what he thought till he could hear heavy breaths echoing through his ears; breaths stifling the urge to cry or whimper. Once he even thought he heard a feminine voice cry out a name in despair before the orange haze was lit up by another flash and replaced with rusty darkness. Rusty. Coarse. Grained. Slowly replaced by smoke rising from torn up metal that once covered fingers. The tears and smoke went by the six gems resting in perfectly made slots, up the charred skin of the arm where itwere supposed to be protected by that red-painted metal. The image kept going up the totalled arm while a scream rose from a distance, breaking the gut-wrenching scene away to a figure in the dark shaking him while shouting with a piercing, broken voice, “SHE’S ALIVE!”

The runes stolen by Rocket from Knowhere fell with a loud clatter, disrupting all the activity in the ship to have all eyes on a breathless Loki sweating himself pale.

“Little God having nightmares?” Quill rolled his eyes before turning back to man the ship. Gamora, Nebula, and Mantis paused whatever they were doing to look at the raven-haired mess trying to breathe some life back in himself. Rocket and Groot tried to converse telepathically about the new guy so as not to catch Quill’s unwanted attention.

“What’s wrong?” Gamora asked, taking a careful step in Loki’s direction, who- by now- had dented the frame of the makeshift bed with his tensed hands.

Everything , he wanted to scream, his gut giving up on him, wanted to throw out anything that was inside. His head swirled. He tried to make the nausea stop by leaning against the wall of the ship, letting extra heat in his head be siphoned off by the cold plates.

“You,” he huffed weakly, his brows rising as he felt his insides turn once more, “you were suppos-hed to be de-ead.”

Nebula and Mantis turned to look at Gamora, their eyes trying to hide the shock in this sudden revelation.

“What are you talk-”

“How?!”

“Loki, you need to rest.”

“How are you alive right now?”

Mantis ran over to Loki- who was now clutching his torso for his dear life- and touched his forehead, feeling the burn sear through her skin.

“He’s burning up!” she cried.

“Put him to sleep!” Nebula ordered.

“What the heck is going on back there?” Quill shouted.

“Nebula,” Gamora forced her sister’s attention to herself, “what is he talking about?”

“Get away from me,” Loki hissed at Mantis.

“You need help,” Mantis announced, her resolute voice breaking towards the end at the piercing green eyes looking at her with nothing but threat.

“Mantis!” Nebula shouted.

“SLEEP!”

Within seconds, the agony-struck figure of Loki was limp on the mattress, deep in sleep.

“Now,” Gamora fumed, looking at the ladies, “tell me what he meant by that before I cut both of you open.”

Before anyone could say much, Gamora felt her shoulder jerked by Quill’s figure walking in the middle of the scene, looking around him in pure confusion.

“What’d I miss?”

[lalin-moonlight]

my pair of dbh oc that i’m too scared to tell till now

I’m pretty shitty at explaining but here I go ,,

my story for my ocs is an android and human and how love is important for them

my girl, is a human living in a higher middle class coming from college during Christmas break and during her time there, there was this handsome ass android who basically takes care of the house and family

during that time, she started with small talk and introducing herself but knowing that’s just a android (during that time she didn’t believe they had real feelings) she basically open up to him, with vents about her struggle. frustration in college and her wishes to drop out but thinking that it’ll just be a big disappointment towards her family, especially how it’s about that age about them questioning everything about her love life and career when she doesn’t even know what she even wants to do anymore,, homeboy is just listening to all of this and giving her reassurance, comfort and some wise advice during that whole time there and during the day, she’ll have some fun conversations with him

it’s basically a sweet and wholesome time but due to my chemical imbalance, I always want something bad to happen,,

nearing the end of her time there, her brother (she has 5 other siblings and she’s second to youngest and the brother we’re talking about is the youngest out of the 6th. lets say the oldest wasn’t able to make it for Christmas bc he’s lowkey a workaholic and one of the top performing in the company like he’s one of the big guys sksk) had always struggle with life due to his personality/behaviors being abnormal to say the least, but he can show some aggression during their childhood with her getting the most hits but also being the one who understands him/can calm him down during those outbursts 

one night, the brother was drinking too much and within that time one of his more explosive episodes came up when a majority of the family was asleep (our girl in the bathroom doing business) and decided to still their dad’s gun and went on a shooting rampage, shooting many of them in their sleep/blunt trauma through the head when they try to stop them. this alerted the android and our girl, who went out from the bathroom

knowing it’s her brother, she’s prepare to go and confront him

finding him in the room that she and sister were sharing, her sister right next to the door, with a puddle of blood to see the brother waiting for her

when he saw her, he had an expression of guilt and asking her if he was a monster, a monster that killed mom, dad, (list of the other siblings names) and basically asking for forgiveness from her, saying that she was the only one that understand him. she’s trying to be calm as possible and saying how she forgives him if he puts the gun down but the brother isn’t buying it, expressing his childish jealousy that she didn’t talk to him much but instead of the android so he pointed the gun towards her, contradicting all of his words saying that she’s like everyone else, afraid of him, saying that she’s too scared to call him the monster that 

then the android comes up right behind her, making the brother getting mad and shoot the android on the shoulder, causing the girl to fall on her knees, thinking she was the one to get shot to notice it was him. brother runs up and pulls on our girl’s hair, dragging her to him, locking her around him, placing the gun to her head, telling the android to leave them alone or else he’ll kill her

tears streaming down her face, shaking, in fear and telling the android to listen to him

this is at this point, is where the android goes deviant, and do that markus thing, analyzing the right course of action where he could have her not killed and do those said actions. but she gets shot on the leg as she tries to run always as the now, deviant fights to the brother, all the way to the living room where she’s limping to call for help outside the window for help and calling 911 to come to her address right now before being in this clusterfuck of fighting

then, the end result which seems like a failure, the brother, having his tight grasp around her neck, strangling her, with a injured android, the gun close to her reach, the android kicked it closer

with her head almost blanking out, she grabbed the gun, muttering “You’re not the monster Issie (Isaac), I was” before shooting him right under his chin that would soon reach his brain

the strangling stopped, her breathing was normal but now hot red liquid came to drip down on her night gown, the android went over and pull off Isaac who lay there lifeless. even though she almost got killed by her brother, she went over to him, placing his bleeding head on her lap, closing his eyes then pulled him up as she just hugs his lifeless brother in her arms in guilt and tears, blaming it all on her but the android told her that it wasn’t her fault

believing that everyone got killed and how she had no one in that moment, she turns over to him and said “Thomas, promise me that you won’t leave me, please...I don’t want you to go too..”

Thomas has that sad smile across his face and responded “promise”

helping her up, her head turns up and leans in to kiss him where Thomas, accepts and wrapped his arms around her

then everything goes black for her as she fainted from the lack of blood loss, right on time where the police came

when she opens her eyes, she’s now at a hospital where a nurse saw her then quickly left to call the doctor saying that she’s awake now

it’s almost been a week since she fell into a coma and how they did a blood transfusion  and asking how she’s feeling

she began asking where’s Thomas and if he’s alright but her oldest brother came in and explained the rest towards her and how cyberlife took him back because “he had an error in software and was in bad shape” but this made her to start crying profusely, wanting him back and how they promised to with each other and not leave

“Are you seriously crying over an android? It’s not even a real person”

“You shut your mouth! Thomas was real to me! I loved him and he loved me! He was more real and human than you are! You stupid fucking workaholic!”

Years later, she graduated from the police academy and began to work on deviant-related cases to realized that there was more androids similar to Thomas and how it’s been going widespread. Her theory is that the androids are realizing they’re just like us. Alive.

[bluefloret]

(Tw self harm/suicide mention) hello!! I'm a trans emotional abuse and suicide survivor, and I've also gone thru loads of other trauma. I put my ocs thru trauma because it's a healthier way for me to unpack/deal with what happened to me than self harm. When I make an oc that went thru the same things I did, and people remark on how horrible it is, it validates my experience as something that WAS awful and wasn't my fault. I'm not fetishizing myself, it's just the best way to deal with my trauma!

Hey there, I appreciate you being polite about this response. However I will say I’ve gotten this response dozens upon dozens of times and it misses the complete point of my post. I never said “just don’t write abused characters”, the point of my post was to stop fetishizing and getting off to abuse of characters. And yes, even abuse survivors can get weird and creepy with how much they enjoy abusing their ocs- which is what I addressed in the end part of my post, saying, “You’re not off the hook just because you’re a character creator.”

If you make abused ocs because it’s validating and you want to show it’s terrible, that’s fine. I wish these 4,000 people had the background information to know that I have ocs that were abused, traumatized, who go through hell. 

However, you have a responsibility as a content creator to continue showing this as something awful and not something you get your damn rocks off to- because at the point where someone is going “MMM YEAH I LOVE TORTURING MY SWEET BABIES >:3 cant wait to beat my new ocs up till theyre bleeding and crying >:3333 i love seeing them all fucked up ❤″ -I don’t care who you are, that’s creepy! It creeps me out! And if you’re putting that work out in a public space you are, whether you know it or not, exposing other abuse survivors to it. So, you absolutely have a responsibility to treat that content with care & thought & not brag about it like a freak (Which hopefully you don’t do! It’s just what my post was about.)

[lubdubsworld]

Sleepwalking To You, it’s Out of my Control. ( JHope/ OC)

Chapter : 2/?

Genre : angst/ Drama/ Romance

Pairing : Hoseok/ Jiah (OC)

Rating : Mature.

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 : 

Three days later, I found myself staring at a furious Jung Hoseok. He lay on the huge bed in the master bedroom of the beachside villa, the French Windows opening on to the beach and the brisk sea air refreshing , but apparently none of that made a difference because he looked like he wanted to kill. I stared at him, his body looking gaunt underneath the covers. I didn't know what to say, words getting stuck on their way from my mind to my tongue and leaving me speechless most of the time. I felt like i was crumbling, from the inside out .

"Why are you here? Where's Hyeri?"

I hesitated, wondering what to say. Your girlfriend is sure you'll die anyway and so she left? I didn't want to tell him that even if it was true. I still wasn't sure, why  i  was hanging around here anyway. What debt was I trying to pay back? I didn't owe this to him. But then, the sins of the father, i thought bitterly. My father had done this anyway. Maybe this would be the last bit of debt. I could do this and then leave him for good. And maybe , once he got better she would be back. Who was i kidding? Of course she would be back.

"It's only till you get a little better. She has a lot of schedules and it's not like she can take a break now. Once you get better , everything will be fine." it was a sort of mantra that i was now repeating to myself, to keep myself from drowning. Once Hoseok got better, everything will be fine. Not  If  he got better.  when  he got better. i felt my fingers begin to tremble as a voice whispered in the back of my head.

You're being delusional, he ain't getting better.

Phrases flood my conscience.

Degenerative injury. Damaged Nerves. Paraplegia.

But i shut it all out as i move to pour him a glass of water. His voice was sounding a little scratchy. When i held it out to him , he knocked my hand away so fast, the glass went flying, shattering against the hardwood floor into smithereens. i stared at the broken fragments, the sound momentarily petrifying me. It was so loud in the room. Hoseok was breathing hard.

"I don't give a shit. Shouldn't i have a professional nurse or something? Do you even know what you're doing?"

A good question , that. I bit my lips. I tried to dredge up a smile but it's a lost cause really. When was the last time we had , had anything to smile about anyway?

"We can't afford one." i said finally. Honestly. It was the absolute truth. Jung kook was paying for the meals and the boarding. Yoongi had offered to keep paying me, even if i wasn't working with him and that was all the charity i could take from him anyway.

He stared at me.

"What?"

I didn't want him to know about me paying for the surgery. I don't know why but i really didn't. So instead, I chalked it up to just expenses. He didn't press further and I didn't mention that he nearly got his legs cut off either. instead, i assured him that it was just a little trauma to his spine that made him numb from the waits down. With the right amount of excercise and rest, he would be able to walk and run again. I knew it was dangerous. I knew that he ought to know the truth but something told me it was way too soon. He was still on painkillers. He was still traumatized. He didn't need more stuff to worry about. I would have to bear that burden for now. Besides it was just for a little while.

In two weeks, Seokjin would be over for Physiotherapy. He could explain the details of his injury then.

"So... i'm just supposed to stay in bed? What about the bathroom...?" He said and I cleared my throat before moving to the cupboard and rustling through the clothes. I pulled out the gait belt and showed it to him.

"I'll put this on your waist and help you sit on the wheelchair. It won't be easy of course but uh.. I've been reading up on it and i did it a couple of times in the hospital when you were unconscious so ..." I said with a shrug and he frowned.

"And in the bathroom?"

I felt myself flushing.

"I won't look." I promised and he groaned, pressing his forearm against his eyes.

"Fuck...I wish I was dead..." He said softly and I bit my lips.

"I'm really glad you aren't. " i said softly.

He grunted and didn't reply.

" When can i start dancing again?" Hoseok said firmly, staring at Seokjin with a determined gaze and Seokjin gave me a glance.

"Can we concentrate on one step at a time, Hobi? You need to get the nerves in your leg active again. You're able to move your toes and that's a good sign so far. Next we'll concventrate on in bed excercises. And then we'll move on from there." He said casually.

Hoseok stared at him and then glanced at me for a second and I faltered at the uncertaintly in his face. But it was gone before i could fully process it and he smiled a little at Seokjin.

"I understand, doc. i won't rush you. Let's get started then?"

I slipped out of the room quietly and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I spent some time stocking up all the groceries that had been delivered that morning. Jung Kook's staff had outdone themselves and there was a huge bowl full of seafood that looked absolutely fresh. i set about cleaning the shrimp, picking out six of the largest and carefully cleaning and deveining them. i then cleaned some mussels, cut the pork into lean strps , adding salt and pepper to marinate it. I cut the squid into little pieces before starting on the vegetables. It took me a while to chop up the ginger, garlic, carrots, cabbage, leek and the spring onions.

By the time Hoseok and Seokjin were done, i had a steming hot bowl of Jjampong, rice and Kimchi Fried Rice ready. Some of the ready made side dishes were laid out in bowls too and i arranged the table for Seokjin before setting up a tray for Hoseok. Seokjin looked cheerful and Hoseok looked exhausted as the older wheeled him down the ramp to the dining area.

"How did it go?" I said concerned and Hoseok didn't reply, grabbing his chopsticks without a word. Seokjin looked between us in surprise and then smiled encouragingly.

"As well as I hoped. It's only the first session so he had a little trouble. But his body is definitely healing well. I really don't see why he shouldn't be fully better some day." Seokjin smiled.

Some day...

I gripped the ladle harder as i served some more soup for Seokjin. When did this supposed someday come , anyway? A year? Would Hoseok hold out till then?

After the meal , I helped Seokjin move Hoseok back to the bed and then followed him to the door.

"He's showing excellent progress. I've no doubt that he'll come through this a winner." He said warmly.

I nodded.

"Thank you. " I said fervently.

Seokjin hesitated.

"It's possible that he may be feeling very fragile, mentally. I hope you won't take any of his rudeness to heart." He said hesitantly. I nodded.

Only, I had no idea how bad it would get.

" Why won't you ever leave me alone?" Hoseok groaned.

I grunted, wringing out the water from the soft linen cloth in my hand before placing it on his forehead again. He was running a little temperature and it was three in the morning. Outside, I could hear the gentle sound of waves hitting the breakwaters, crashing into the smooth rocks. The window was open and it was pleasantly cool without being frigid. He moved his hand to grip my wrist .

"I need more painkillers... I should be unconscious right now, not living through this fucking nightmare..." He gritted out. I stared at him. His hair was slicked with sweat, matted to his forehead and his cheeks shiny and pink. He'd slipped out of his shirt and the pale skin looked ghastly against the dark covers.

"You don't want to get addicted to those. I'm giving you just the recommended dose. " I said softly. He immeditaely began mumbling again and i tuned him out.

My body ached and my head ached worse. It didn't help that Hoseok was determined to fight me every step of the way. We had been here three weeks now and already he was beginning to show signs of cabin fever. He wasn't made to stay in bed. At first he had raved at me for getting the surgery done. " You should have let me fucking die!!" He had yelled. It had been hard. Of course it had but now, he was a bit calmer. At least he didn't throw the food tray on the wall anymore.

Once i was done , I dropped the linen in the bowl and slowly stood up. My legs protested. Hoseok had taken to ordering me around, a lot more than usual and I had spoken to Taehyung about it. He'd explained that the frustration and loneliness of being in bed would definitely make him want to act out. I sighed and made to move out of the door. i wanted to drop into bed and never wake up again. I reached the door when his voice came ringing through.

"Where are you going?" Hoseok said angrily and i frowned. What now??

"You've been yelling at me to get out for the past hour. " I reminded him. He looked a little abashed and lightly scratched the back of his neck.

"What if I need you during the night? i can't scream that loud. " He said , frowning.

I tried not to wail.

"There's a bell near your hand. You just have to ring it and I'll come." i said softly.

"I rang it yesterday and you didn't turn up for an hour." He snapped.

" Ten minutes. I took ten minutes because i was in the bathroom and it was in the afternoon!! Why are you being so difficult you..."

"Oh yeah, i'm being difficult because I want to and not because I can't fucking walk or move without needing you every step of the way... i'm just a bastard aren't KI ?" He snapped and I shut my eyes, willing myself ot not snap.

"Should I sleep here, then?" I said finally.

"On the couch."

It was disturbing how quickly he responded. But I took my slippers off and curled into the soft couch nonetheless. It was too small for my frame and I would have a killer back ache tomorrow but at least I would be spared from Hoseok's badgering.

Ten minutes later, he cleared his throat.

I felt my eyes flutter open and I tried to go back to sleep.

"Help me up." He said suddenly and I startled.

"Hobi..."

"Please... I want to go out ."

"Out?" I said distressed. It was four in the morning.... Out where??

"The patio around the back, it opens into a deck. I can stay in my wheelchair...I just... I want to see the ocean..."

Grabbing every ounce of strength, I levered myself upright. The moonlight filtered through the window and I could see his face clearly. I stared at him for a second. The angular features and the mouth that smiled so often. Silky soft hair that looked so good against his forehead, He turned around and i felt my eyes catch against the sharp jawline.

Weak , i told myself bitterly. You're just too weak in front of this guy, it's going to take you straight down to hell.

" okay. Let me get the belt."

I'd done it a thousand times but somehow, as I slipped the belt around his waist, my mind was stubbornly reminding me that he was so well built. Strong hips and rock hard chest. SWallowing the dryness in my throat, I wrapped an arm around him , as he leaned his wrists on the bed and tried to lever himself up. But the fever had taken it's toll and he faltered. I gripped him harder, aware of his cvhin , pressing into my shoulder, his breath right on my ear and his chest pressing against mine.

Oh, God.

"If you're tired we can..."

"I'm ready. " He said softly and his voice, sleep heavy and rough around the edges went straight through my body.. Gripping his tighter, I slipped my knee between his and suddenly, I regretted the choice of shorts. I could feel his thighs pressed up against mine, hot, firm and heavy and I tried not to have a mental breakdown as I , finally managed to help him on to the wheelchair. I took a few breaths to calm myself down and managed a weak smile.

"Let's go then?" i said, injecting some cheer into my tone. Hobi didn't reply, but continued staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Rattled, I moved behind him, gripping the handlebar and lightly pushing him out to the French Doors that opened into the pation. As we reached the deck, I felt better, the fresh sea air and the sight of the breakwaters gorgeous. The moon beams picked out the glistening waves in the distance and far away the rhythmic light from a lighthouse lit the night.

"It's a beautiful place." I said absently and he hummed, staring into the ocean.

"Did you hear from Hyeri?" He said casually and I blinked. I'd been so busy , she had completely slipped my mind.

"I can try calling her tomorrow.." I said apologetically and he quickly shook his head.

"Don't. i.. i'd rather get better before meeting her again." He said firmly. I didn't question it. But I made a mental note to send her a message nonetheless. Maybe she would come visit , anyway?

After a few minutes, the silence began to get loud.

"I tried to contact your parents in the hospital.. I couldn't find them listed..i.."

"They died a year back. " Hoseok said softly and i froze, surprised.

"What?" I said, stunned. I hadn't known. How had i not known? " why didn't you tell me? We should have been there..." I said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter. They didn't want me there anyway. I'm the embarassment they'd rather not face."

I stared at him, not sure what to say.Why would anyone think Hoseok was an embarassment? He was one of the best choreographers in the country and while it was true that we weren't filthy rich, we made enough to live comfortably. Asd though reading my mind, he gave me a shrug.

"It's worse now. If I can't start dancing again , I'll be starving . " He said bleakly.

"Just because you aren't dancing now, doesn't mean you never will. You can hire assistants. People would kill to work with you, you know that." i said firmly. He gave me a look of surprise.

"You really think so?'

I shook my head, amused.

"Are you serious? You don't need me to tell you that you're more than just your legs, Hobi. You're a dancer . Whether you have legs or not.. you don't.. it doesn't make a difference. " I said softly. He stared at me and then took a deep shuddering breath.

"Why did you do it?" He said softly.

I hesitated.

"Do what?" I said finally.

"Tell them not to amputate my legs."

" Because I knew you'd hate me for it. I don't know...I just... i didn't want to see the look on your face if you woke up and found that your legs were.. gone." I said turning away.

"Yes, but.... why? Why do you even care?" He said, bitterness coating each syllable and I sat up.

"Hoseok, i'm not a monster. Just because you're in love with another woman doesn't mean i want you in hell. And that's what your life would be, if you ended up without your legs." I said , too groggy to put a filter on my thoughts.

He didn't reply. I stood there for a long time while he stared out into the ocean. As the sky began to lighten he finally sighed.

"Let's go back in"

I nodded.

Back inside the house, things felt better. He fell asleep right after i helped him into the bed and I curled up on the couch, exhaustion finally overtaking me.

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i was tagged by @butchbebop​ for a tag game where u answer 20 questions and then tag 20 ppl so, here goes!! i dont really know how to do this so i just googled 20 questions yeehaw

1. What do you do when you relax: i usually put on music or watch a movie/show and maybe draw at the same time

2. What was your dream job when you were a kid: i remember wanting to be a vet after being told “artist” wasnt a viable career path

3. What is the most valuable thing that you own: in terms of money, probably my switch or computer. i couldn’t possibly choose one thing thats the Most valuable to me, but i rely on my computer and tablet for a lot so i’d miss them the most.

4. How would you describe a perfect day: i feel well the whole day, spending it with someone i care abt in a temperate and beautiful area of nature, far from the crowds and pollution of the city.

5. If you could go back five years in your life, what advice would you give yourself: i would probably tell myself that it gets better, and sooner than you think. you dont have to wait till youre 18 to start living your life. fight for your freedom now and dont give up. id probably be more specific but this isnt a list of my top ten most sad traumas lol

6. If you could be any age for a week, what age would you be: i’d go back to being a little kid so i could be small again

7. What experiences have most shaped who you are today: being a closeted gay kid has definitely effected my life and opinions and feelings. id say my shitty experience with school also majorly shaped who i am. honestly i might not be as passionate about reforming the school system if my experience in so many different types of schools wasnt as shitty

8. What is your biggest fear: this question has always been hard for me to answer because i dont think about what’s scary to me that much. if i had to guess, based on my nightmares, i hate feeling trapped and being unable to do anything

9. If you could go any place in the world right now, where would you go: southern ireland! i have ancestors from ireland and it seems like theres nice weather there...very moist, perfect for a slimy fucker like me :} also theres cool ruins there

10. If you could have one super power, which would you choose: the power to create anything with my mind! then i could have all the money i need, any food i want, etc. especially if fictional things could become real and work irl

11. What makes you feel most fulfilled: making things with my own two hands! i love to create and it rly fulfilling when i finish something and it looks+works great :}

12. What are you most passionate about: idk! my interests change a lot! but i think drawing will always be something i care about and enjoy

13.  What is your greatest learning from your hobbies: this is gonna sound silly, but the primary colors they teach you in school? thats wrong!!! the way i think of it, there are two sets of primary colors, the primary colors of light: red, blue, green (the colors your computer monitor uses) and the primary colors of pigment: cyan, magenta, yellow (the colors your printer uses). i guess cmy would be secondary colors since we see everything because of light??

14. What personal passion project are you working on right now: im trying to develop some ocs right now but idk if “passion project” is the phrase for it tho since i have to force myself to work on it jkshaksdfgk

15. What would you like to create in the world that doesn't exist, that you would endure personal sacrifice to bring to life: the death of capitalism yeehaw!!

16. What are you most proud of: my growth as a person! ive grown and changed a lot over the years and im proud of myself for making the effort to be a better person

17. If you could meet any historical figure, who would you choose and why: definitely sappho, so i could ask her about her poems and hear what tune they were supposed to be sung to.

18. favorite season: late fall and winter because thats the only time it cools down in this fucking desert

19. What item that you don't have already, would you most like to own: lots of money! i would like to have money

20. If you woke up tomorrow as an animal, what animal would you choose to be and why: either a cat because they’re cool and soft, or a frog because i want slime and cats+frogs are two of my favorite animals

i feel weird tagging specific ppl because Anxiety so @ all my mutuals feel free to do this and say i tagged you!