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radiowallet · 2 years

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A huge thank you to Maia @shite-art for creating this adorable Frankie cat and taking a truly hilarious idea and making something so unique and special- a perfect birthday gift for our dearest @jazzelsaur Maia was a dream to work with and their commissions are OPEN! You can find all their details here!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESS!

This Birthday Surprise #1 was commissioned as a gift to @jazzelsaur for her birthday today! My dearest wife- We wanted your day to be as fun and amazing as possible and what better way to achieve that than with a Francisco!Cat taking his piggies dippin! You are such a kind and generous spirit to everyone you meet and you deserve all of that and more in return! We hope that your day is incredible- filled with fun, relaxation, and all the birthday cheer! Happy Birthday!

Some love for you, below the cut!

(We welcome everyone to reblog with your own message for Jess and tag @jazzelsaur so she sees it!)

From @magpie-to-the-morning

Jess!! You are wonderful and talented and we adore you. It's not just your wicked sense of humor, or your gorgeously hot smut, or that big beautiful brain of yours, it's YOU, all of you. You're marvelous and loving and talented, and you share yourself while also balancing writing, fandom, work, and being a person in the world during this truly bonkers time. You're an inspiration and one of the best people I've had the pleasure of meeting on this hellsite (affectionate). I'm so honored and delighted to call you a friend. I hope you have the best birthday and that these gifts and messages put a smile on your gorgeous face. Lots of love!! ~Emma xoxox

From @heartsofbeskar

to my sugar mama, throuple partner, little scrungly, chubba bun, across the lake lover… happiest of birthdays! its feeling very “i love thee let me count the ways” in here as i try to wrack my brain to describe just how much you mean to me. the truth is there isnt words, but there is feelings— the laughter at our exchange of tiktoks, the fondness when you call me any of numerous nicknames, the pride at your talent in writing porn. perhaps mostly importantly, though, is the warmth of your kindness and love and support that burns steadfastly in my heart and helps keep me going. even through the vast abstractness of the internet, you’ve been an invaluable part of keeping me sane, and i can never thank you enough. you’re a beautiful, intelligent, curly haired goddess, and you deserve the absolute best this universe can give. p.s. can i get my allowance? xoxo

LOVE YOU!❤️ olive aka scrimbo

From @sharkbait77

Jess honey ❤️ I've not had as much opportunity to get to know you as well as the other lovelies here, but you have never failed to make me feel so seen, so listened to, & just be a great friend & person to me in general. In a world like ours, it seems like pure, beautiful souls like yours are so hard to come by, but when we do have the luck to know a person such as yourself, it makes all the difference to someone like me. Always know how appreciated you are for your friendship & talent & know that you're always on my mind & I'm always sending good vibes & well wishes your way. I'm happy to know you Jess! Have a very happy birthday & I hope you have very many, great birthdays to come ❤️ Love, Lex 😘

From @asta-lily

Jess my most favourite hot mess, where to even start? You always credit me with being the one who first befriended you in the tumblrverse but you're the one who truly is the gift that keeps on giving. Always going out of your way to send love and golden hearted wishes and never asking anything in return. You are a prolifically beautiful writer and person and I am so so grateful to know you. Have the most special day, and make sure Dr hot mess is spoiling you as you deserve. Love you lots angel, keep being the ray of light that you are - a true diamond 💎 Love, lilsabeth 💙💙💙

From @djarinsbeskar

Darling Jess, from the first moment I met you I knew you were a special bean. You possess so many traits that I think everyone should aspire to have even some of; filthy, fabulous (i mean just look at those curls 😍 ) fiendishly talented and utterly fearless in your exploration of the human psyche through your writing. Your presence has been such a wonderful gift in an otherwise stressful year and your humble, selfless kindness is truly something so rare and precious that I hope you never forget it! I hope you have the most wonderful day surrounded by love and attention (yes, phd or not I'm looking at the doc in the house) and that you enjoy your gifts! Happy birthday!!! xxx

From @thirstworldproblemss

Happy Birthday, Jess! You are such an amazingly funny, strong, supportive, really-freakin'-talented human being, and I'm so glad to have fallen into your circle. Chatting with you is always a kick in the pants in the very best way, and whether you are detailing the relative merits of wookie-fucking, talking me down during a tough day, or just committing puss-on-puss violence, it always makes my day a little bit brighter. I am so very glad to know you, and I hope that your special day is every bit as lovely as you are! <3 your fellow angsty clown whore, twp

From @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Jess- You talented, brilliant, kind, fucking hilarious, fiendish human. I adore you. You are such a bright light, not just because of how wonderfully you write, but also because of how warm and lovely you are to the people around you. You make people feel seen and loved and appreciated. And I feel so lucky to know you. I hope you have a wonderful day and a wonderful year, Jessafina. You deserve nothing less!! ❤️❤️❤️

From @mandocrasis

Happy birthday Jess! You are an absolute treasure and I'm so so glad to have met you. Your writing constantly makes me want to bust a nut, both because it's beautifully written and because of the top notch, chef's kiss, whore-ny content you provide ❤️You are so kind and caring and offer so much love to those around you. I feel so lucky to be anywhere within your light ❤️ I hope your day brings you every joy imaginable!! 😘

From @leslie-lyman

Jess - Just seeing you on my dash always makes my day brighter. I still remember the first time we slid into each others’ DMs - I literally could not believe that one of my favorite writers was interested in talking to me! You’re always so generous with your time and your talent and your support and I am thankful every day for it. You are such a beautiful person who creates such beautiful things. Thank you for sharing them and your wonderful self with us. I just freaking adore you and hope you have the absolute most amazing birthday! Love, Leslie

From @letterfromvienna

Lady Jessica, my dear—happy birthday! what can I say about you that’s enough? you’re wonderfully talented, so funny, creative, sweet, and supportive. really, just an all around delight. you’re such a bright light in our community: you’re always so welcoming to others, always ready with a funny message or a reply or a supportive comment that really means the world. you put so much of yourself into your work and your friendships—your lovely personality always shines though. I feel so very lucky that this fandom brought us together and I love you to bits (even if you keep sending CiCi @ Law after me) ❤️ thank you for being you and happy birthday, lovely!

From @honestly-shite

Happy Birthday Jess, you gorgeous person!! You are one of the most kind and supporting people I have met on this hellsite, not to mention you are a beautiful writer. You've made me cry with Frankie and Ellie's emotions too many times to count tbh and I love that because through them, you give me the wonderful gift of falling in love. Please know that whenever I see you in my notifications, I do a happy squeal, and whenever I see you on the dash (probably affectionately whoring it up) I read and smile and laugh. You're so lovely. Thank you for always supporting my art 💚 Here's a birthday smooch for you 😘 have a lovely day, you talented lady!

From @loversandantiheroes

Happy big damn birthday to one of the coolest, kindest, funniest, and horniest nerds I know. Thank you for blessing us with your talents, antics, and friendship. We are all the better for it, despite any legal forms you may or may not have received on account of 🐱damages. May your day be filled with love and joy and booze and as many dicks as your whorish little heart desires. 💖🥳🎊🎉🍆💦✨

From @frannyzooey

Happy Birthday to one of the most amazingly sweetest people I know! Thank you for gifting us not only your superb writing, but also gifting us YOURSELF - our lives are all made better by having you in them. Your massive, incredibly enthusiastic reblogs honestly sustain me and I am so very thankful to have you in my life. I love you and Happy happy birthday!

From @astroboots

My favourite whore in the whole wide world (except don't tell the other whores in my life, cause you know how jealousy they all get over this title) you're not just my favourite whore but also one of my absolute favourite people in my world, whether it's virtually screaming horrific nicknames to each other affectionately, debating on the cockulations of wookiee sex, cry-laughing about fat cats on tik-tok, or simply daydreaming about our favourite helicopter pilot husband, you always bring me so much joy in my life. I still remembering reading your humble little poly-story and how I felt like I was being physically attacked by talent. And I don't know if it was the wealth of talent embedded in the story, how your empathy and emotional intelligence shone so brightly in your words, or the filthy porn that had sprung forth from your mind— but what I did know is that I knew from that moment on was that I wanted to befriend this talented filthy horny genius, and I am so glad I did, because I have one of the most supportive and rewarding online friendships I've encountered. You are warm, kind, talented, funny, and just all around best, and I hope that this birthday and even this year against all fucking odds will be absolutely amazing for you, because you if anyone deserves it. All my whorey love, CiCi xx

P.S. The dino-cock was my idea.

P.P.S. you should be so grateful I didn't have Maia draw graphic wookiee porn as part of your birthday gift

And from me:

Jess-

My love, my wife, my whole damn heart! It of course stands to be said that I have let you know just how much your mere existence means to mean on many many occasions. But I'm going to say it again, because as far as I'm concerned, it cannot be said enough. From our very first conversation about writing I knew you were someone I wanted to be around forever. Your kindness, enthusiasm, joy, humor, and love were utterly intoxicating. There hasn't been a day since that very first conversation where I haven't counted myself so very lucky for having you as a friend. Whether we're making terrible jokes together, laughing about our sweet husbands, or giggling about our fictional men, I enjoy every single second of it. Your kind heart and your generous spirit is a gift, and your ability to break me (and my puss) down with your words is unmatched. I am so thankful that I have found a supportive and loving friend that I can count on in all times. You are funny and warm and so so wonderful. I hope you have the most fabulous day where you are pampered with wine and cheese and all things that make you happy. You deserve the best day today and every day!

All of my love to you, Cat

Stay tuned... ;)

#Happy Birthday Jess #Love Parade

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korra-the-red-lion · 3 years

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Supergirl 6x13: The Gauntlet.

Hey everyone, Korra here! I actually watched this episode the other day, but I had some home stuff going on and didn’t have time to do my write up. It’s good for now, and here I am! So after the amazing episode last week, how did this one do? Let’s see what I think, and as always, SPOLIERS AHEAD.

Mitch (this is the blue alien guy whose name I literally didn’t know until recently) and Nyxly are going to be together this whole season it seems, and honestly? I’m here for it. They balance each other nicely.

Okay, so Kara has been down in the dumps for the past couple of episodes, and literally when Lena walks into the room she gets this massive smile on her face and runs up to give her a hug. Looks like we’re in for a Supercorp episode and I am here for it.

Kara and Lena head to the Fortress of Solitude, and get to work by speaking to a Kryptonian Witch. Lena is very skeptical of magic, and believes that it’s just energy. Clearly my homegirl was not paying attention to the fire she summoned last episode.

Also remember that Sam was Reign because of these witches, which I guess was never brought up during Sunday brunch.

So I guess there’s this random C-plot about William having PTSD from getting shot from Eve. Look, I guess it’s fine, but why bother? You can do something that was never mentioned until literally this episode with a character that most of us just tolerate at this point, but you can’t do the same for your lead character? Like Kara is still pretty messed up from the Phantom Zone, right? I just...ugh. It’s a waste of time.

Anyway, so the Nyxly literally breaks into the museum in board daylight to steal the totem from there, which had me cackling. Superfriends all arrive in a very stellar fashion and then stand around, which had me laughing for different reasons. Anyway, Nyxly stands around long enough for Kara to go “eff this noise” and blast the totem in half, causing everyone to get whammied by the magic inside, except for Kara cuz she’s just that boss.

Brainy being possessed by Vita was amazing. “Are these my nipples?” and Nia freaking out was so funny. Also, Jesse is such a good actor. He really pulled that whole impression off.

Kara and Nyxly both fail their first Gauntlets and chaos ensues. The poor lady with a dragon lizard just cannot catch a break. Also, great callback to the pilot episode? I loved that so much. Kara is so much more confident in her abilities now.

Alex is over confident, J’onn is willing to be open with his feelings, Nia is a sleepy girl which is a BIG MOOD, and Brainy is willing to fail. I honestly thought this was all great stuff. My favourite is when Kara goes “but Alex is a glass half empty kind of pessimist!” which is how she knew something was up. That was very funny.

Lol, Mitch straight up is like “try killing your bro” and Nyxly is just like “ex-cuse me???” I love this pair.

Lena comes out to find Kara on the balcony, wondering why she failed. She first says one of the softest “hey” I have ever heard in my life. My Supercorp heart melted. Then Kara says, “do you really not believe in magic?” which Lena, being in love with Kara, responds with “I believe in you.” Then adds after one of the most pregnant pauses ever, “and I believe in all of us.” A) Lena, darling, that didn’t answer the question, and B) EEEEEEEEEK. Very good Supercorp moment for this gal right here.

So Kara fails again, whereas Nyxly succeeds this time. Nyxly passed because she had the courage to be emotionally vulnerable to her brother, neato. The show is doing a really good job making her a sympathetic villain. Add her to the list alongside Reign and Agent Liberty.

Oh, so I didn’t mention but there was this scientist lady who wanted to harness lightning and that didn’t work, so she went mad with courage and somehow caused this insane storm. That part wasn’t super clear but who cares, it looks pretty cool. Also, Lena didn’t get affected by the magic blast because she’s a witch. Lena is pissed but she’s got no choice but to believe it now.

So, against her very better judgement, Kara takes the Superfriends to fight off this massive storm that is going to blow out the city. After struggling in vain because J’onn is trying to reason with Dr. Lahr and Alex is saving William’s ass because he’s randomly on scene, Kara just tells Lena to let the totem go. Makes sense, honestly. Gotta do what’s best, which isn’t always what’s right.

KELLLLLLLLYYYYYYY. Kelly saving Alex is so sweet and amazing. 10/10 amazing entrance, love it.

Supergirl and friends stop the lighting storm in a honestly cool way. Kara makes a quip before she passes out because her and Nxyly are now connected a la Harry-Voldemort style, where they can feel each other’s emotion.

Kelly and Alex have a very sweet Dansen moment at the beginning of this episode, and to finish it as well. Kelly saying she likes scars while making eyes at Alex is everything. I love these two.

The we get a domestic Supercorp moment as well. People, us Supercorpers are being fed tonight! Lena opens up to Kara about being a witch after Kara still is struggling to figure out why she failed twice. Lena says to Kara “you are the epitome of courageous” because she is trying very hard to flirt again and Kara is just missing it. But the two share a very sweet moment where Lena offers to learn magic just to help Kara and Kara accepts it, but declines it as well because like Harry, she thinks that this could be very useful to have.

That’s it for this week. Overall, very happy with this episode. I think besides the kinda useless William C-plot, everything else was great. Great Dansen and Supercorp and even Brainia moments. Next episode, not sure how it’s going to go truthfully but I’m hopeful! Also, Kara is bullet proof and she looks so done with whoever is shooting her haha. It does sounds like a Lena-centric episode, but William also seems to be a focus, so yay-ish I guess lol. Until then!

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wishuhadstayed · 4 years

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Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Reader meets Aaron’s son, Jack. Part 4 to Begin Again. Again with help from @ange-must-die & @yes-sir-hotchner

Warnings: slight angst, mostly fluff

Author’s note: This series is the most fun thing ever. Hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback always appreciated!

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The longer you were with Aaron, the more you learned about him. Like the fact that he is extremely protective over everyone he cares about. This was evidenced by the fact that you had been seriously dating over six months and still had yet to meet his son, Jack. Being a single dad, Jack was obviously the most important part of Aaron’s life and you couldn’t help but wonder why he was keeping the two of you apart. If you were really serious, wouldn’t he want his two most important people to be together?

He had invited you to his place for dinner tonight, and you were hopeful that it would be time to meet the boy who made his father’s eyes light up with joy and pride at the mere mention of his name.

You arrived at his house at 6:30 and let yourself in through the front door as instructed.

“Aaron? I’m here,” you said lying your purse on the coffee table.

“In the kitchen, babe” he replied.

Following the sound of his voice, you found him at the stove, sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to the elbow, putting the finishing touches on a delicious looking pasta dish.

“Smells great, honey,” you say, wrapping your left arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Rossi teach you how to make this?”

“Hey now,” he says, turning to face you. “I can fend for myself.”

“But did he though? Teach you how to make it?”

“Maybe,” he relents, flashing you that gorgeous smile and pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Told him I had a hot date to impress.”

“Well consider me impressed.”

You helped him carry everything into the dining room, where you found a candlelit table set for two. That was the moment you knew. Jack wasn’t here. Aaron had no intention of you meeting his son tonight. You couldn’t help but be disappointed. Why was he so hesitant to have you meet Jack? Didn’t he love you? Didn’t he trust you?

Sitting down to dinner and pouring two glasses of wine, Aaron quickly noticed your change in demeanor.

“You’re quiet, Y/N, is something wrong?” He asked.

“Where’s Jack?”

“He’s at a friend’s house. I thought we could have a nice quiet evening to ourselves.”

“We’ve had plenty of evenings to ourselves, Aaron. He’s the most important person in your life I think I deserve to meet him.”

Immediately seeing the hurt in your eyes, he takes your hand, replying “Of course you deserve to meet him, darling. I just want to make sure the time is right.”

“When is the time ever right, Aaron?” You ask, drawing your hand away.

“I wish it was that simple Y/N, but it’s just not. We’ve been through a lot. He has been through a lot and I just can’t risk him getting hurt.”

“Getting hurt?” You say, raising your voice. “Why on earth would he get hurt? I know what your life is like. I know that your job is stressful. I’m under no illusions that being with you will ever be easy, but I love you and I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.”

“I know that, Y/N, I really do and I love you so much. I’m sure he will too, but I have to do what’s in his best interests.”

“I’m starting to think this is more about you than Jack. Kids are resilient, Aaron. I’m sure he’s stronger than you realize, probably tougher than most adults.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not as tough as my 5 year old, Y/N?”

“Hey, you said it, not me.” You say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He circles the table to pull you in for a long, tight hug.

Tilting your chin up to meet your eyes he says, “I promise that you will meet him soon. I want my two favorite people together, okay?”

Just as he leans in for another kiss, the sound of the front door opening and tiny running footsteps disrupts the train of thought.

“Daddy! Daddy, I’m home!”

As he rounds the corner you catch your first glimpse. A young boy with the face of an angel, blonde hair, and his father’s dark eyes. Is this what they mean by love at first sight?

“Hey buddy!” Aaron exclaims, dropping to one knee to embrace his son. “What are you doing home early?”

Following close behind, a beautiful blonde woman provides the explanation.

“One of the kids at the party got sick. Had to bring him home,” catching a glimpse of you sitting in the chair, she stops short.

“I’m sorry,” she smiles “I didn’t realize you were having company over tonight, Aaron.”

Rising up from the floor, Aaron makes the introductions.

“Y/N this is Jessica, Jack’s aunt.”

“Oh, this is the one I’ve heard so much about,” she gushes. “Very nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jack,” the child pipes up. “Who are you?”

Squatting down to eye level you reply, “I knew you must be Jack, because your dad talks about you all the time. My name is Y/N and I’m a very good friend of your father. It’s very nice to finally meet you.” Offering your hand, he gives it a shake.

“I like her, dad she’s nice. Pretty too. Can she stay and watch a movie?”

“Yeah, dad can I stay and watch a movie?” you echo, fixing him with your puppy dog eyes.

Smiling and shaking his head, he sighs. “ I suppose I so. It doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. Thanks for bringing him home, Jess. Jack give your aunt a hug.”

Jack races over and Jess bends down to give him a squeeze.

“I love you, Aunt Jess. Thanks for taking me to the party.”

“Any time, little man. Y/N, great meeting you. Hope to see you around more often.”

“I hope so too.”

“I’ll be right back. Gonna walk Jess to her car. You two go ahead and pick out the movie,” Aaron suggests.

Grabbing your hand, Jack practically drags you to the living room.

“You like Spider-Man?” He inquires.

“Are you kidding? I LOVE Spider-Man!”

Standing on your tiptoes, you manage to grab it from the high shelf and pop it into the DVD player.

As both of you settle on the couch Jack calls out “Dad! The movie’s about to start! Are you coming?”

“Be right there, buddy!”

Entering the room, he sees the two of you on the couch side by side and silently thinks he is the luckiest man on the planet. He should never have doubted that you would be so good with his son.

“What are you waiting for?” you ask, breaking into his thoughts. “Come sit down it’s about to start!” And you pat the empty spot next to you. He sits, casually grabbing your hand.

Next thing you knew, all three of you were engrossed in the movie. Jack had somehow ended up in your lap, and when you made a comment about being cold, Aaron had draped his arm around your shoulder. When he thought Jack wasn’t looking he leaned in for a quick, warm kiss.

“Dad?” Jack asks.

“Yeah buddy?”

“Is Y/N your girlfriend?”

You both tensed at the question.

“Yes buddy, you’re very smart. She is.”

“Cool. Is she going to hang out with us more?”

Aaron just shrugs his shoulders, leaving the question for you.

“Of course I will if you want me to, Jack.”

“You should! We could watch Captain America next time!”

“I’d love to,” you say, ruffling the boy’s hair.

The movie is nearing its end and the boys are tired. It’s definitely past Jack’s bed time, and Aaron has a perpetually exhausting job. Jack drifts off quickly, lying face down beside you, his head on your stomach and your left arm draped around his back. Aaron fell asleep still sitting up on the couch, his left arm around your shoulder and your head on his chest. In that moment, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Almost absentmindedly you thought out loud,

“I love you Aaron.”

After a moment, you felt the rumble of his chest as he replied,

“I love you too, Y/N” before drifting back to sleep.

“Sweet dreams you two.”

Tag list: @ange-must-die @agenthotchner @yes-sir-hotchner @hotchner-carisi @hotchners-slut @arganfics @ladyreapermc @rousethemouse @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @tgibstan @themanip @word-scribbless @quillvine @whoredonlightfoot

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #hotch fluff #criminal minds fluff #thomas gibson imagine #thomas gibson x reader

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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Hey sista! May I request a nsfw headcannon of slashers of your choice playing a sort of cat & mouse chase with their s/o as foreplay? X3 😄

Slashers playing cat&mouse chase with their s/o as foreplay

Michael Myers

That’s his favorite form of foreplay because it comes into his nature to chase you down, then have his way with you, it’s the perfect combo between fear and arousal for you and he loves how you run from him, talk about him loving to work for his prize.

This kind of foreplay with Michael can be quite dangerous, because he isn’t afraid to hurt you, not to the point of dying, but enough to assert his domination over you. He is the cat and you are the mouse. Simple.

His favorite part is when he does catch you, seeing you lying under him with wide fear indulged eyes, pleading for him to be gentle. Oh, darling, he is anything, but soft.

Brahm Heelshire

Talk about more like a tag kind of play, because he loves to chase you down through the big mansion, hearing you breathing hard and trying to find a place to hide. He knows the manor like the back of his hand, so escaping Brahms in his own home is pretty impossible.

At first to him is more like a playful game, but once he corners you he feels arousal, knowing he won, seeing that scared look on your face, it makes him want to pin you down on the wall, ravaging you and marking you as his alone.

He is a bratty man, so there is no point arguing with him that you should end the game. No! He won and he wants his prize, you.

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

This kinky bastard loves all types of games that create that dangerous cocktail of fear, arousal, and blood because he is tempted to cut some skin in this type of foreplay.

He loves to chase you down his home, seeing you dressed up in nothing but a white nightgown. You are the pretty little lamb and he the big bad wolf. If he could talk he would definitely howl when he gets his hands on you.

To Jesse, it doesn’t matter where he catches you; in the kitchen? He does you on the kitchen counter. In the living room? On the couch. Outside!? On your hands and knees.

The Collector/Asa Emory

Asa doesn’t mind a game of cat and mouse as foreplay, to be bold, it’s different from the classic one in both of your bedroom. This kind of foreplay happens when you decided to visit him at the hotel.

At the hotel he isn’t Asa Emory anymore, the reserved and cautious Dr. Emory, he is The Collector, a savage sadistic killer, so I hope you are ready for what might happen.

He knows what to do and don’t, so you wouldn’t die, because he doesn’t mind hurting you, especially marking you.

He can only smirk as he sees you running through the maze of that is this hotel, but he knows every hall and corners so there is no point in hiding.

#Halloween #Michael Myers #Michael myers x reader #Brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #Jesse Cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #Chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #the collector x reader #the collector 2009 #The Collection 2012 #Asa Emory x reader #Asa Emory #slasher x reader #horror movie'

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just-mebs · 3 years

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Okay so idk how many of you guys took the Dead by Daylight community survey, but in the question where it asked what shows/movies/games you would like to see added to the game, Control was one of the options!!! Now both DbD and Control are some of my favorite games so ofc I voted for Control but now I'm thinking of what the killer/survivor combo would be.

I can see Jesse being the survivor- but that also doesn't make much sense as by the end of Control, Jesse is kinda super powerful and it would feel weird if she lost all of her powers suddenly? Also to me it just doesn't make sense how she would get there with Polaris protecting her, it doesn't make much sense to me that Polaris could protect her from the Hiss but not the entity???

So as I'm thinking about who it could be, I'm crossing off people like Emily, Arish, Langston... really anyone who's still alive at the end of Control? Like I know DbD has brought in characters that aren't canonly dead/missing from their respective franchises but the idea of one of them being taken is very 🥺 thus leading me to think that the best options for the survivor would be Trench, Darling, or Marshall. I say these three because they are the only three characters we get a lot of information on/about that die/ go missing by the end of the game.

Personally I think the best choice of the three is Dr. Darling. I think this because out of the three of them, Darling is shown the most? Like I think he shows up more in the game than Trench does?? As well as because he's the only one we don't see die explicitly.

Switching to who/what the killer would be, I have more questions. It couldn't be someone like Tomassi as flying killers would break the game, but it also couldn't be a huge thing like the Former or the Mold. I also don't see having Essej or any of the smaller bosses like that as the killer makes much sense. So to me, the killer option would be the Hiss, but how would dbd illustrate that as a killer? Would they just put Dylan as the killer? I hope they wouldn't because that boy has gone through enough but that seems like their best choice unless they try to make just a weird personification of the Hiss (maybe make the default skin a ranger and have possible skins of the other Hiss types?). I don't know I'm still trying to figure it out.

If anyone has any theories for the possible collab I'm down to hear about them, I just wanted to get my thoughts out!

#control 2019 #control game #dbd #dead by daylight #playing games: control #long post

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valentinesparda · 3 years

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more misc florence stuff bc I'm mourning (possible spoilers it's 6:40 am and im tired and lazy):

they originally learned sleight of hand magic to impress dr darling, because he himself also enjoys closeup magic even though he knows how all the tricks work without learning them

they keep strawberry bon bons on them at all times (that's the strawberry grandma candy!! i am writing this headcanon purely bc i bought a bag and have been constantly Monching on them. hands u a strawberry bon bon. hands u a strawberry bon bon. hands u a str--)

they do not - nor have they ever - get along with director trench. in fact, he scares them in the same way your strict school principal scared you when you were younger. the only thing keeping them from not being trouble constantly was because of how close they were to dr darling

they knew dylan for several years but dylan hates them for many reasons that he can't either a) remember or b) vocalize properly so he simply seethes and what a coincidence, the hiss tend to target florence a lot. hm. weird.

jk the reasons dylan hates florence are; darlings favourite parautilitarian, get special privileges for various reasons, pulled out of the director program to have a job in records rather than rot in containment and given extra freedoms he wasn't allowed to have, they also in some way abandoned him, and now they're buddy-buddy with the new director?? bruh moment :/

that's okay because dylan always gave them massive headaches when they had to spend time around him

sometime during their time in the director's program they bonded with their camera and after darling pulls them out of said director's program, that's when he gives them their new job in records

(in reality he hoped that harnessing the abilities of the camera would be a handy surprise tool that will help him later and also keeping it away from the director for various reasons)

florence doesn't have time to take care of pets but they want to specifically own two ferrets when they can manage

which is fine with jesse should she ever for some reason. you know....visit or still be florence's friend or hopefully move in with them not that she's desperate or anything

terrified of threshold kids program for unexplainable reasons :/

idk probably more sometime else I'm sweepo

#si: florence #val.txt

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slasher-party · 4 years

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The Re-Animator: Welcoming Dr. Herbert West!

V: Al-right. This was a long time coming, and I’ve been EVER so excited to showcase this maniac. Let’s start this show, shall we?

(Spoilers ahead for the Re-Animator Trilogy: “Re-Animator”, “Bride of Re-Animator” & “Beyond Re-Animator”)

V: Alright, alright. I’ll start with what I didn’t like. Obviously those of you who’ve seen it know about the absolutely fucking idiotic women - oh yeah. Absolute dumbasses. I did not like Meg - I’m very sorry to those who do. I don’t fault you, but she just rubbed me the wrong way. SPEAKING OF, that brings forth the topic of DOCTOR HILL???? Disgusting. The morgue scene with him and Meg made both Jess and I cringe out of our skins. Good villain, though I don’t like what he does. But hey, you’re technically not SUPPOSED to like the villain anyway.

But what I loved, absoLUTELY loved. Jeffrey Combs. His acting, his voice, his stature. I’d never read the Re-Animator series, but I loved this portrayal. He comes off as so terrifying when you hear about him, and then watching the film?? He’s so CUTE!! The way he looks at Dan, the little changes in expression when he’s done something wrong, those BIG ASS GLASSES!!!! The teary-eyed look of horror as Hill threatens him!? And the way he speaks and moves, he’s an incredible actor. I’m surprised this is my first time really knowing him! Either way, I’m looking forward to watching more of his work. Herbert is a blessing - this little gay doctor boy just wants to do his work. Believe in him.

J: Yes--

V: Bride was ALSO fantastic - Dan started to really piss me off, though. It was so clear that Herbert REALLY liked him, and that hurt, man. Gloria - the Bride - GOD she was GORGEOUS. I’m so sad that Dan freakin made her so sad she died. She was absolutely beautiful and she could TALK?? Stunning. A queen. I would’ve married her since Dan didn’t wanna--

J: You’d what--

V: And finally - Beyond. At this point I am so fed up with Dan. They would’ve been such couple goals IF DAN ACTUALLY CARED BACK anD STOPpED ChaSING puSS!!!! Herbert deserves better. We’re gonna give him better, but that comes later. Anyway! Older Herbert is very attractive - he aged well. This also was the first movie we SEE him WALK AWAY FROM, and THAT made me SO happy. He deserved that. Go Herbie!!

J: … You, summed it up so well I’m not sure what to add, haha! I also loved the series, and darling Doctor Lovebug. I’ve watched the first movie at least four times in the last few weeks, so it’s safe to say it’s one of my favorites, but I can’t really pin why? 9/10, points deducted for himbo Dan, annoying ladies and gross Doctor Hill. All 9 points go to Herbie.

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V: Jess and I also revisited the first movie for the Director’s Cut. As of right now, I’ve only seen a handful of scenes - Jess says it literally adds so much plot and explanation that was totally lost in the Final Cut. It also added in Herbert’s reagent addiction, which I’d heard he had in the novel? (personally I like it because I adore angst and being fucking depressed but y’know-).

J: We see that Dan had an actual relationship with the Dean and we see why Halsey suddenly became so hostile toward him. The cut not only adds substance, though: it practically changes every character’s personality except for Hill. Herbert comes across as a lot more deranged, unhinged, and full of himself. Dan shows genuine passion for their project, passion for Meg, and isn’t just a himbo with panic attacks. Even Meg glowed up! Without seeing her and Dan fight about the work, her hostility made no sense, just like the Dean’s. She goes from being all over Dan to slapping and hitting him! However, the extra scenes made the movie drag A LOT. With so much substance in Dan’s story, it felt like him and Meg were the main characters, where the final cut felt much more centered around Herbert. So there were benefits, and there were drawbacks (big drawbacks. Like a tear I will not speak of.) I think we’re gonna stick to the final cut for what we consider canon.

And that’s our review! So let’s all welcome the oh-so-lovable genius that is Herbert West to the Slasher Party!

The man adjusts his glasses, offering a smile as he tucks his invite back into his suit jacket. “Hello, miss Jess. Miss Vana. It’s nice to meet you both. And… the rest of you.” He nods in acknowledgement. “I hope that I can finally have a space to do my work in peace.”

#the reanimator #reanimator #herbert west #herbert ask #slashers #horror #slasher ask blog #slasher asks #movie reviews #we LOVE this guy

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gametriprant · 4 years

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Control

This confinement period sucks, but the good side is that I can play more videogames.

Since last Christmas I got a couple of new xbox games. One of them was The Outer Worlds. The other was Control. The Outer Worlds seems nice, it's like a different version of Fallout, it's made by Obsidian and they tend to make amazing RPGs (like Pillars of Eternity). It has nice touches but I haven't explored it more yet, because as an RPG it can be a bit overwhelming at times with the number of quests. Plus taking decisions and selecting sides can be sometimes a bit tiring. But I hope I'll get to it. The one I've just finished now it's Control. And I have to say that I loved it. In Control, you are Jesse Faden, a girl that is trying to find her brother who disappeared after a mysterious accident, abducted by an organization called Federal Bureau of Control, that investigates paranormal things. So you start the game finding the building where the Bureau is located, entering it and realizing it's in an emergency lock-down because it has been "invaded". You see people floating around and frozen, and start to investigate. Soon enough you end up gaining a special object, a "magical" gun, that converts you automatically in the director of the place. And you discover that some people are being possessed by the "Hiss", some type of red corruption/vibration/chant that is trying to take over. This is a horror game, but it's a subtle, mental horror, the type I love. The initial enemies that you find are just people with a reddish glow on them, using guns and weapons to try to kill you, but the weirdness escalates slowly but surely. You find all these log messages and videos explaining some of the core concepts of the game, like the existence of Altered Items (common items that have gained supernatural effects from repetitive use), Objects of Power (beefed up versions of the items that allow people to have cool skills like telekinesis or levitation) and Thresholds (places that basically are intertwined with paranormal stuff or other dimensions). The building is not normal nor a stable entity, and sometimes it shifts and changes, although mostly you see this happening only after cleaning an area of Hiss. Its proportions are not normal (definitely bigger in the inside) and the atmosphere is that of a bureaucratic office that normalized dealing with strange things, very grey and white. It feels cold somehow, very official, with pictures of the directors on the walls. The graphics are awesome though, and they're mixed sometimes with real-life footage and with the atmosphere it's hard to tell the difference in some cases. The atmosphere is eerie, and as you advance you keep hearing the whispers of the hiss and see the red lights that mark their presence or areas where they're strong, giving you a certain anticipation but also this feeling of tension. Enemies respawn in certain areas but it's not a sure thing and they don't respawn in the same way, so you're always wondering what will appear this time, if anything. Enemies have levels, even if you don't leel up in the traditional sense, and this helps indicate the difficulty of the game. The main plot is interesting and suspenseful, a bit typical but executed quite well, and the different videos you find of the people that ruled the building before the breach gives you a nice insight into how things were (plus they're usually fun/creepy/interesting. And the actors doing them are great, special mention to Dr. Darling). Luckily you also find survivors (I don't like games where you never find anyone else, seems unrealistic) and this also creates some safe areas and some sense of normality. The side quests are really good most of the time, and while the main plot there are no "bosses" apart from the occasional named enemy with more life and armor, in the side quests there's a variety of encounters with weird stuff that is quite enjoyable, although also quite frustrating sometimes (I've died a lot in some of them). Related to dying, if you do die you don't exactly lose progress but you respawn in the nearest control point. Whatever you have done is saved but enemies tend to respawn if you didn't pass an area. Also, you lose money/points/whatever, a percentage of them (I haven't check what happens if you run out. I think nothing, it's just annoying because you don't have any, but killing enemies gives you back lots easily). The game has no levels but it has a point and crafting system, and you accumulate those points, plus strange materials (they have very very strange names), that you can use to upgrade weapons and create special mods for them and for yourself. Even without levels, by increasing your skills and adding these upgrades you can later on breeze through earlier places of the game where enemies remain at low level. Where the game shines is in certain moments of...wrongness, caused by some paranormal thing. It can be in the side quests, or sometimes in the main plot, but it's these moments where something is not right: The room you're in is too big, the walls are bending strangely, the room is twisted, some door that was not there before appears now, there are strange coloured lights around the room...or stuff like the Oceanview motel, which needs to be experienced, and while not scary per se, it's just...not quite right. And I love games that can pull off this effect, because it's not easy to do and it really fucks with your mind in ways that explicit gore and blood will never manage. Having said that, there are some unnerving enemies. Without spoiling much, Hiss can also deform their hosts resulting in body horror. Also the more deformed ones tend to scream in a way, especially next to you, that is quite disturbing (Special mention to the fucking Hiss Distorted, which is also invisible until it shouts and appears next to you and halves your life in one hit). But again, it's not about blood and gore, it's very well done how it creates tension by showing you something clearly very wrong. Another side that the game does very well is the dream-like moments or the moments when you're clearly in some other dimension, like when you see the foundations of the building or the active threshold (and I'll leave things at that to be all cryptic and not spoil the fun). One little detail that I loved is that the authors of this game are the same ones that did Alan Wake. Alan Wake was a nice horror game, but while nice it felt somehow a bit repetitive and it lacked a certain something during most of the game . Alan Wake shined the most at the end and in its expansions, but sadly the final 3rd expansion was never released. However, in this game they got a small vindication by including Alan Wake as part of this world, and commenting on the events of the game as part of an Altered World Event (AWE), an event where something para-natural has happened and has altered the normality of a place. Finally, I have to say the ashtray maze section, done while heavy metal music (the game's company is Finnish and it shows :p ) sounds all around you, it's fucking amazing. Even if they say so in the game... Highly recommended.

#long post #Control #Game #review #Alan wake #The Outer Worlds #Tropes

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carolynpetit · 5 years

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Control

Toward the end of Control, there’s an exhilarating sequence called the Ashtray Maze, in which the shifting nature of The Oldest House takes center stage, becoming part of what feels like a choreographed dance, all of it adding up to a dazzling, whirling, almost staggering multimedia extravaganza. It’s a real knock-your-socks-off moment, easily the most impressive video game set piece I’ve seen since at least Super Mario Odyssey’s New Donk City Festival. Yes, I loved the Ashtray Maze, but in the hours and days since I’ve finished the game, the maze has come to feel less like an audiovisual expression of some sort of meaning hidden at the game’s heart, and more like a distraction from the fact that, in the end, there is no there, there.

Jesse Faden arrives at The Oldest House, the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Control, with a past full of mystery and a head full of questions. When she was a child, agents from the bureau came to her hometown of Ordinary to investigate an Altered World Event, a paranatural disruption of our dimension, just the sort of thing the bureau works to, well, control, its work a secret from all of us who go through our lives unaware of the strange power that certain objects and people possess. The shifting hallways of the House waste no time in ushering Jesse to the director’s office, where a man, Director Trench, lies dead. She picks up his service weapon, and with that, instantly becomes the new director, soon setting off into the depths of the House in search of answers to the questions of her past.

Or is it you, the player, who picks up Trench’s service weapon? Of course, almost all games allow us to question the relationship between the player’s actions and the actions of the character they play, but Control actively raises these questions. An entity or body known as The Board, that dwells on the Astral Plane, holds some authority over the bureau and its director, and when it speaks, words and their meanings splinter, sometimes breaking the fourth wall and making you aware that the game is addressing not just Jesse but you. Given Control’s concerns with other planes of existence and with objects that can be multiple things, initially the ways in which it also peels back the layers of its own internal reality and asks you to consider how they are constructed by game designers add a delicious added layer of seeming meaning to the proceedings. Who is in control? Me, or Jesse? The Board, or the folks at Remedy who made this game? Is there even a meaningful distinction here between the Board and Remedy?

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There are pleasures aplenty to be found in The Oldest House. Scattered everywhere are memos and reports on events, objects, and phenomena that the bureau has cataloged and investigated, and in truth, I’ve never before found in-game text quite so fun to read. I mean, I may appreciate in the abstract that someone had to write all those in-universe books cluttering up every bookshelf in Skyrim, but I’m sure as hell not gonna take the time to read them. In Control, though, I stopped to read every memo I found, always game to read about some other strange object or bizarre happening. And then there are the charmingly off-kilter, official bureau short films hosted by Dr. Casper Darling (Matthew Porretta), whose sparkly-eyed enthusiasm for the phenomena he studies is infectious. Darling’s one of the few sources of any real warmth or humanity in the game, and while it’s certainly welcome whenever you come across it, the chilliness of most of Control ends up being to its detriment.

As you make your way through the labyrinthine halls of the bureau, you’re routinely besieged by groups of agents corrupted by something called the hiss. With your service weapon and the abilities you acquire from some of the strange “objects of power” the bureau has acquired, you dash around environments (and later levitate), popping off shots and hurling objects, a superhero with a gun. The combat is speedy, chaotic and kinetic as all hell, and definitely wants you to feel like an unmitigated badass. It works, too. I just wish that among all the questions Control was interested in exploring, one of them was about whether or not it’s such a good thing that games so often want to make us feel like the only one capable of fixing things, the only one who really matters. Or how about this: Why is a game whose narrative is so concerned with the strange and unconventional mechanically interested in providing us with only the most conventional, ordinary types of enjoyment that games so often aim to provide?

But in the end, it turns out Control isn’t really interested in exploring questions much at all, despite pretending to be in the beginning. I hoped the final few hours might contain, if not answers exactly, then at least some sort of meaningful suggestions toward possible answers. But they don’t. It all falls apart in a mess of rapid-fire events and revelations that don’t actually reveal anything. Haven’t we realized yet that “mystery box” storytelling isn’t any good if the box is ultimately revealed to be completely empty? Control could have been well-served by a commitment to saying things, even too many things, so that the truth or meaning was like one of the game’s objects of power, looking different from each angle or shifting so rapidly that the human eye couldn’t perceive it. But no, there’s nothing there, just smoke on which is projected the illusion of something, which might be enough for YouTubers to create speculative fan theory videos about “what it all really means,” and they’ll all be right and they’ll all be wrong, because Control can’t commit to actually meaning anything. That’s not enough to undo Control, because when you have as much style as this game has, it turns out that style is enough, but only just.

(6/10) (Recommended)

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stanstarkhouses · 5 years

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Sonny Carisi x Reader One-Shot

Y/N x Sonny Carisi

Sonny glanced up at the clock in the precinct. It was only half past eight and mostly everyone had left for home- except SVU. He really needed time to move a little faster. He loved his job, but dang, he needed a nap.

He looked over at his Lieutenant sitting in her office who ran her hands through her hair. This case was stressful, and it didn’t help that Barba was being a pain in her side about it. At that moment, Benson looked up and caught Sonny’s eye. Frick, she’s going to think I’m actually weird and stalking her or something.

He looked away quickly, probably too quickly, and Amanda noticed. “Carisi, what’s up?”

He shook his head, “Nothing, Rollins. I’m just ready to find an excuse to go home and sleep.” Why did I automatically go to stalking? Why.

Fin nodded in agreement, not taking his eyes off his phone. “Don’t we all.”

A few minutes later Sonny’s phone buzzed on the desk. He ignored it as he read over the case files, but when it started ringing he sighed. If it’s Mom again... I swear she doesn’t understand that I have a job.

He flipped his phone over and smiled. It was Y/N, his girlfriend. She probably was wondering why he wasn’t home yet. He stood up and slipped into the break room. “Y/N? Hey babe.”

“Sonny? I did a bad.” Y/N’s worry filtered through the phone.

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean, you ‘did a bad?’”

“Okay don’t be mad.”

“I can try?”

“Okay so, I was sitting on the back of the couch.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned to not sit there, but continue.”

“If you’re going to be mad about it I’ll just call Jess. She is my best friend, after all.” He could almost hear her roll her eyes.

“While she’s with Barba on the one night he’s actually home? She’d be mad no matter the situation.” He sighed. “Just tell me lovely.”

“Okay no, she loves me and would do anything for me. We’re married remember?”

“Y/N.”

“Fine! Fine.” He could hear her wince on the other side. “I was sitting on the back of the couch and it fell on me and I think I really messed up my ankle.”

“Are you okay?”

“No, I think I really messed up my ankle.” She repeated. “I can't walk.”

“Oh, damn. Okay, I’ll be on my way home in five. Don’t do anything, please.” He started walking out of the break room towards Benson’s office. “I’ll be there soon.”

He heard her sigh. “Thank you.” She hung up just as he knocked on Benson’s door.

Benson looked up at him. “Yeah, Carisi?”

“I have a... family emergency and I kind of need to leave.” He put a hand behind his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“This isn’t a ploy to leave now, is it?”

“No, it really is an emergency. She’s hurt and can’t go anywhere. I’m also the closest.”

“She, huh?” Benson chuckled as his face turned to panic and waved him off. “Go, do what you need to do. Just don’t be late tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Lieutenant. Have a good night.” He ducked out of her office, snatched his jacket, and called out a quick goodbye to his co-workers as he dipped around the corner before any questions could be asked. They’re going to grill me tomorrow.

A few minutes later he slipped into a cab and sent Y/N a text. I’m on my way. Are you still okay? Do you need anything?

He received her response a moment later. No, I’m okay. just hurts a fuck ton.

Within fifteen minutes, Sonny pushed his way into his apartment. The first thing he saw was the sofa laying on it’s back. That wasn’t good. “Babe?”

“I’m in here!” Her voice was quiet and shaky.

He moved quickly into the bedroom and saw his brunette girlfriend sitting with her head in her hands on the bed. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie.” He kissed the top of her head. “Let me see.”

“Absolutely not.” She snapped. “Don’t touch it.”

“Just let me see, I won’t touch it.” He touched her knee gently as he crouched down in front.

Her eyes softened as he came into her view. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.” She shifted to hold her injured leg out. “It just hurts.”

“I know beautiful.” He looked at her ankle, seeing how it had already started to swell. “Do you want to go to urgent care?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay, what about ice? Or ibuprofen? Water? An ace bandage? Or Dr. Pepper?” He looked back at her. “Cake?”

She laughed. “Dr. Pepper would be nice.”

“One second,” he smiled as he stood up. He kissed the top of her head as he disappeared into the kitchen.

She smiled as he walked away. “What about cookie dough?”

He laughed. “Anything sweetheart.”

She sat patiently on the bad for Sonny to come back. She really was lucky to have him around. She couldn’t have scored a more caring person to be with.

He grinned as he came back with the room with her requests. “Do you want to watch a movie? It might take your mind off of it.”

“I should try and get out of these jeans.” She sighed. “I think they’re too tight though.”

“I love your tight jeans.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point.”

He set the food on the nightstand. “Do you want help?”

“No! No, I’m fine. I’ll figure it out... I hope.” She stood up slowly before sitting back down. “But in a minute.”

“I can help.” He sat next to her. “It’s not an issue.”

“I got it.” She whined. “Don’t worry.”

“I worry.” He kissed her cheek before standing up. “I’m going to change and you should too.” He grabbed a t-shirt and pair of Fordham sweats. “Please baby.”

She stood slowly. “Fine. Just knock before you come back in.” She stumbled over to the dresser for a pair of shorts.

“Of course.” He closes the bathroom door behind him.

Y/N sat back down on the bed and shimmied her jeans off. She managed to get one leg off fine but struggled with the other over her swollen ankle. Sonny knocked a minute later when he couldn’t hear her moving around anymore. “Did you get it?”

“No... hold on.” She tried again but winced. “I’m stuck.”

“Do you need help?”

“No!” She sighed again. “Yes.”

He opened the door and tried not to laugh. Half of her jeans were off while the other leg was bunched up around her knee. “I don’t want to laugh.”

“It’s not that funny.” She pouted. “I’m just stuck. I think you’re going to have to pull them off.”

He grinned. “Oh, so now you want me to take your pants off?”

“Stop it!”

“What?” He batted his eyelashes. “I’m serious.”

“Sonny stop.” She sighed and tried pulling her shirt lower. “Don’t look at me.”

Holding up his hands in surrender he said, “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll pull them off anyways.”

Y/N wiggled a little farther off the bed so she wouldn’t get drug off.

“On three?” He grasped her jeans and started counting. “One.” He saw her begin to stiffen. He pulled on “two.”

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” she flinched as the jeans came off and went to grab her ankle.

He tossed her jeans to the side. “Are you alright lovely?”

“Sure.” She slid the shorts on and laid down on her back. “That was mean.”

“That I pulled on two?”

“Yes.”

He crawled up on the bed and shrugged. “Well, I guess giving you food will have to fix that.”

With another sigh, she moved up to the top of the bed. “As long as I get to pick the movie.”

“Of course. Please, not a rom-com.” He pleaded and passed her the remote.

She took the remote from him and turned on Netflix. “To all the Boys I’ve Loved Before it is.”

“Game of Thrones?”

“Noah Centineo.”

“Robb Stark?”

“Noah.”

“Fine.” He passed her the Dr. Pepper with a look of defeat. “Rom-com it is.”

She pressed her lips against his cheek. “You’re wonderful. Thank you for helping.”

“Anything for you darling.”

#sonny carisi #rafael barba #oneshot #one shot #law and order svu #law and order: special victims unit #olivia benson #odafin tutuola #fin tutuola #amanda rollins #carisi x reader

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kyndaris · 5 years

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A Heady Feeling

I was unsure what to make of Control when it was first announced. Though the premise intrigued me, the first few trailers hardly hyped up the title. Still, when it released, I was one of the first in line to purchase the game. I mean, who wouldn’t want to have telekinetic powers? It was also a game from Remedy. That, in and of itself, gave the game a kind of pedigree. This was the team behind the likes of Max Payne, Alan Wake and Quantum Break. And, for the first time in a long while, their title would not only come out on Xbox but PlayStation as well.

Of course...should Naughty Dog release a new IP, I would be just as eager to pick it up, if not more so, having been a fan of both the Uncharted series and The Last of Us. Particularly because I adore how much the studio devotes to telling blockbuster narratives, with a strong focus on single-player, and who pull on the heartstrings.

But back to the title that released on the 27th of August.

The story of Control centres on Jesse Faden, a woman looking for her brother after he was abducted after a tragic incident in their hometown of Ordinary. After searching for approximately a decade and a half, Jesse stumbles upon the Federal Bureau of Control in the heart of New York in a building called The Oldest House. Minutes after she enters the 1950s style building, she finds the Service Weapon in the Director’s Office and, after picking it up, becomes the new Director. Her first day on the job, though, is complicated by the presence of the Hiss. A menacing force that is represented by a red eerie light and a consistent chant that follows you as you journey deeper into The Oldest House.

As I played through Control, I was reminded strongly of Prey (a title from Arkane Studios that is known for the Dishonored series). While the settings could be considered quite different: one being in a space station and this latest title exploring the paranatural Oldest House, the unsettling feeling of both locales, the mystery behind the enemies and the scattered documents and media collectibles helped cement my initial impression. Another contributing factor, I think, might have also been the architecture of the buildings. Perhaps it was because Control focuses on the brutalist movement, one that came about in the 1950s and the core of the Talos space station was also supposedly built in the same time period. In any case, there is a certain vibe that permeates both games and it doesn’t help that there were so many sectors to explore, all of them leading back to the other through elevators.

This is further compounded by the fact that much of the Bureau is empty of life. Only a select few humans remain, protected by a strange device that is strapped to their chest: the HRA. As MacGuffins go, it isn’t completely terrible and as one progresses through the story, there is an explanation for how it prevented the Hiss from taking over other employees of the Bureau (whether or not there’s any basis in science for how it works, I can’t rightly say either way).

Control also features intuitive gameplay. While there seemed to be a few performance issues in my playthrough on my PlayStation 4, I still found it great to run and gun or launching fire extinguishers at the Hiss. In fact, unlike other third person shooters, Control encourages the player to keep moving. Whereas other titles would have their main characters pressed up against cover with their health recovering after a few seconds, Remedy took a page out of id Software and the Doom series. Health is dropped by enemies, not regenerated automatically. This, in turn, meant a much more aggressive style of play in order to survive. And while cover still exists, Jesse does not stick to it. Depending on the angle, one can crouch behind partitions or stand behind pillars. However, staying still also meant enemies would zero in on your position, flanking or flushing you out with a few choice grenades or rockets.

With regards to the boss battles, though, I’ll admit to cheesing a few of them. Particularly against the optional ones against Mr Tommasi and Essej. In fact, I found them quite challenging and had to develop certain strategies to defeat them. It’s quite shameful to admit, but I died numerous times trying to find the best way to bring them down.

What proved a little disappointing when I first started the game, though, was discovering that there was no option to change the difficulty setting of the game. While I did struggle on occasion, it meant that Control may not be as accessible to other gamers.

Though there are a few stand-out moments with the characters of Control, such as the films featuring Dr Casper Darling and Emily Pope, I could not help but feel that many other characters could have been better fleshed out. It would have also aided the game if we could help understand more of Jesse’s motivation in finding her brother beyond stumbling upon a few documents or reports that detailed the events of the incident in Ordinary. Yes, there were recorded sessions Jesse shared with a psychiatrist, but there was a sense of disconnect between it all.

Marshall, the head of operations, also disappeared halfway through the game. Despite the fact that several characters comment on it, none of it was properly followed up. Although, perhaps it might be done so in a future DLC.

Still, while I would have preferred to fall in love with the characters, overall, it felt the stakes were not as high as I would have hoped (particularly after playing through Fire Emblem).

I would have also preferred a photo mode. Unfortunately, at time of playing, it had yet to be implemented.

Gripes aside, I managed to wend my way through the story and even managed to achieve a Platinum trophy (a fact that provided me a bit of an ego boost) due to my unflappable curiosity and need to dig down further into the mystery. For those looking for something beyond the norm, and watching everyday objects from the previous decades become important power pieces that Jesse can bind to, look no further than Control. Whether that be an oversized floppy disc that was purported to contain the launch codes for nuclear missiles, a Home Safe or a Merry-Go-Round Horse. That absurdity made trawling through the Federal Bureau of Control, at least for me, such a joy from beginning to end.

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beanplague-moved · 6 years

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flesh and skin, chapter two.

you didn’t think it would happen,, you lacked faith. cws for: a small anxiety attack regarding phantom pains on the part of genji. it’s not super detailed, but i think it’s best to warn.

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Genji and Jesse practice an exercise in discretion. Their relationship remains quite the secret to their coworkers, and quite the mystery to themselves.

In the days since the kiss there has been a lot of sneaking around, a lot of kissing, and a lot of nights spent in each other’s rooms. Usually Jesse’s. It’s nice, being there, enjoying time with him. Such a connection is something that Genji has been poignantly lacking in recent history. This closeness is something he has grown unfamiliar with, and so the effect it has on him is fairly noticeable, at least to himself.

Genji wonders if Jesse can see it.

He falls asleep in Jesse’s room, but the daylight barely shines through the window when Jesse wakes him up with a gentle shake.

He presses a quick kiss to Genji’s lips before he explains the abrupt awakening, “Practice today, sugar,” he says. He uses pet names, and Genji is quick to find it endearing when he is certain that his past self would find it embarrassing. Sugar, darling, honey, such words are easy on Jesse’s tongue and natural in his vocabulary.

Genji is so unused to this. To this closeness, to this gentleness, to these words of affirmation. He shouldn’t get too swept up in it—such things are fleeting in nature—but they do get to him, and he has no intention of rejecting these emotions, not when they are so uncommon these days.

“You should get back to your room,” says Jesse, “We don’t want anyone to think something’s going on.”

No, they don’t want that at all. Genji can hardly picture the reaction they’d get, but there is no itch to figure it out. Still, he falters. “Maybe I could stay just a little longer,” he says.

Jesse’s eyebrow arches, “Now, Genji, you know that’s testing a limit.” He’s sitting up, his shoulder leaning against the wall the bed is pushed up against. It’s hardly more than a mattress. Blackwatch members aren’t exactly outfitted in luxury.

“How so?” There is a grin waiting on Genji’s lips. The corners of his mouth twitch, “I only want to sleep in a little bit.”

“Just sleeping in?” Jesse asks.

Genji shifts, lifting his arms to pull Jesse towards him. He kisses his lips, and then the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw.

He says, “Just sleeping in.”

Jesse says, “For one, you have terrible morning breath,” and he laughs, and Genji really does enjoy hearing that laughter. That joy. “And secondly, you sure know how to tempt a guy, huh?”

“I specialize in it,” says Genji, and he kisses Jesse’s neck, “Besides, don’t you like testing limits, sharpshooter?” He feels Jesse’s hand on his hip.

“You’ve got me there,” Jesse says, and he kisses Genji’s lips again.

Jesse and Gabriel spend the afternoon in the practice range. Genji watches. They’re mainly focusing on Jesse’s shooting.

Gabriel says, “I have never known someone whose aim gets progressively worse as time goes on, you know that?” Genji can tell that he doesn’t mean it.

Jesse hits the center of the target twice. He hits the outer ring twice. Gabriel extends an olive branch. “If you manage to break the tie I’ll let you off early today.”

Jesse looks over at Genji, who raises his eyebrows and allows a smirk to cross his face. “I wish you luck, cowboy,” says Genji. Jesse’s expression is hard to read, but something flashes over him. He smiles at Genji and turns to the target.

“I’ll take that bet, Gabe,” he says, and he twirls the gun in his hand.

“Quit playing around,” says Gabriel. Jesse quits playing around. “Showing off will get you killed on the battlefield, McCree.”

Jesse shrugs good-naturedly. He shows his teeth when he smiles. “Watch and learn, Gabe.” He glances at Genji and meets his eyes.

Genji smiles. Jesse misses the target.

Moira holds up a clipboard with a set of checkboxes and statements from Genji. He spent about ten minutes filling it out earlier.

She says, “Your report of the last few weeks indicates an increase in phantom pain. Is this accurate?” She truly does fit the part of a doctor, careful and scrutinizing.

“I wouldn’t put it down if it wasn’t,” says Genji, and Moira raises a thin eyebrow at him. He usually doesn’t say much during their sessions.

“An affirmative grunt would have worked fine,” says Moira, “There is little I can do about it aside from arrange a meeting with Dr. Ziegler, if you’d like her to talk very softly at you.”

Dr. Ziegler is kind, or she is at least of a gentler ilk than O’Deorain. Moira is familiar, but she is jagged, harsh. She has a low opinion of Ziegler.

“Or, I suppose you’d call her Angela,” says Moira, “She’s very busy with the official Overwatch business, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind making a business visit to her favorite pet project.”

Genji winces. Moira says, “Oh, don’t be like that. I’m not being rude, I’m telling the truth. She’s very fond of you,” she pauses, “I’m not. You shouldn’t prioritize any patient over another, you know. At the end of the day, they’re a responsibility.”

They are deadweight on Moira’s shoulders. They are a burden on her, and a price for the research she is allowed with Blackwatch. Genji looks at her with narrowed eyes.

“But you weren’t here to listen to me rant about the good doctor, were you?” she says, “We should get your vitals, and a blood test. We haven’t done one of those in a criminally long time.”

Genji is mostly quiet when she takes his vitals. He sucks in air through his teeth when she gives him the shot needed for his blood test.

Jesse’s room, on the bed. They listen to music and enjoy each other’s company. Jesse has an arm wrapped around Genji’s shoulders.

He asks, “What’s it like?” looking at Genji’s robotics—the space where his chest transitions from skin to metal. Genji knew this was coming.

“Painful,” he says, “I have yet to get used to it.”

Jesse nods. “You know, you aren’t different,” and he only seems to realize the curiousness of this statement—and the vagueness—after Genji gives him a look. He elaborates, “From anyone. You aren’t different from, y’know, me. Or Gabe. Or anyone.”

Genji doesn’t believe that. Genji will spend a lifetime not believing that. Still, he says, “Thank you.”

Jesse presses his lips to Genji’s temple.

Genji talks to Overwatch agents from the main division, sometimes. Today, particularly, as he has been sent to main headquarters for an appointment with Angela. Moira wasn’t lying when she said she’d set it up for him, at least.

He is unused to Overwatch, really. They’re different from Blackwatch. Less bleak, with a certain optimism that Genji has kept a certain distance from since his incident.

(Snakes. Sparrow. Song.)

Still, they are kind. They are unifying forces for good, and if Genji were not so knowledgeable of the actions behind it all—the black behind Overwatch’s white—and if he were living a different life, if he were allowed such menial pleasures, he might idolize their heroics. As it stands, he merely acknowledges them. He is fond of a few of them.

Lena is energetic and kind. Her brown eyes shine when she speaks of the latest Overwatch achievements or of her own personal life. She’s happy-go-lucky and there is this sense of hopefulness overflowing in her.

Genji appreciates that. She reflects the better parts of him, though they have faded in himself.

Reinhardt and Torbjorn are older, and they regard the world with different attitudes. Reinhardt views it with the same lens of optimism as any Overwatch operative. Heroism and glory are important to him, but they take a backseat to the safety of his team. They’re like a family to him.

(Genji is not sure if Blackwatch could ever be such a family. There is certainly a sense of camaraderie between them, but it is outlined with a knowledge of their purpose as an organisation. They are not the ones who are meant for heroism.

Still, some of them might be remembered.)

Torbjorn is objective. He takes great pride in his own creations—be they his mechanical work or his actual children—and he treats his teammates with a strict sense of friendliness. He cares for them, but he understands that this is a job. A job that they must be prepared for, should any danger come to them.

Angela is, safe to say, Genji’s favorite of the Overwatch operatives. She reminds him of better times and worse ones alike, but she is always a symbol of stability. She is kinder than his usual medic, and she regards him with such a sense of warmth that he can think of something other than the pain of his condition. He can feel like he matters for a moment.

She takes a look at his chart. She says, “Phantom pains, huh?” and there is certainly pity in her smile, which Genji doesn’t appreciate, but he understands. “We could work on exercises regarding them, if you like.”

They do.

Nearing the end of their session, Angela says, “I have to ask,” and she pauses, glancing at the chart again, “Despite this, you’ve stated that your overall mood has improved in daily life.”

Genji nods, “I’ve been getting to know my colleagues a bit more. It helps to have friends.”

Angela raises an eyebrow, and there is an inkling of suspicion on her face, but she lets a smile come to it. “It certainly does, Genji.”

Genji returns to Blackwatch HQ to discover little in the way of change. He meets Jesse in the mess hall, sitting with Gabriel.

Jesse says, “If you ever get another one of those doctor’s appointments, you have to set me up for one,” when Genji gets home. “No offense intended to O’Deorain, but she ain’t exactly the gentlest.”

Gabriel gives Jesse a warning look, much like an older brother would chastise his little sibling. Genji bristles at the familiarity.

(Bad comparison.)

“She doesn’t have to be. She’s a medic,” says Gabriel.

“All I’m saying is I’d be much more willing to get surgery from the angel than, you know,” Jesse says, “The opposite.”

“I’m not sure insinuating that one of our teammates is the devil is the best course of action,” Genji says, his tone playful. Gabriel chuckles, but he soon realizes the origin of the comment, turning to Genji curiously.

“Was that a joke?” he asks. Genji often forgets that people don’t know him for his humor here—or, well, people who aren’t Jesse.

“Oh yeah, Genji tells them all the time,” says Jesse, “A dry sense of humor, this one.”

“Huh,” says Gabriel, “I didn’t realize.”

Genji says, “That’s why the joke works. It’s unexpected.”

Jesse gives him a knowing look. Genji smiles at him.

Gabriel is changing. Gabriel is changing drastically. Gabriel is changing in a way no man ever should. Moira is orchestrating this change.

They demonstrate it during a small skirmish—a little squabble with a Talon-like company that should be easily wiped out. Gabriel becomes a shadow of a person. Gabriel steals the health of enemies. Gabriel changes.

Moira reaps some unknown benefit.

Genji sleeps in his own bed tonight—no Jesse to fool around with, unfortunately. He wakes in the middle of the night to the stinging in his arms and legs, and the pain like a heavy object on his chest.

The actual phantom pain feels bad—it feels like his whole body is on fire for a moment. It tenses and itches and eventually it trickles down, like rain filtering through the leaves of a tree—but it is followed by something worse.

The trigger for Genji’s anxiety is yet to be figured out. Angela and Moira alike are at a loss regarding it, and instead they have asked Genji to try and take notes. His surroundings during the incidents, the events preceding them. He never does. Genji cannot begin to make sense of his triggers, nor his pains.

He just feels so useless. So trapped in his own body, in his own flesh and skin. So alone in his own personal qualms, wallowing in this miserable affair he has made of himself. In this miserable affair that Overwatch has made of him. In this miserable affair that Hanzo has put upon him.

(Hanzo—Genji’s brother, a former protector, has now ascended to a point where he is neither. He is simply Hanzo Shimada, the newest heir to the empire.

And Genji is the dead sparrow on the ground beneath the nest, his body left to the soil. Genji has had his song kicked out of him, and the world has attested that it was the right decision.)

He is thinking too much.

So, like that first night, he stops thinking and he knocks on Jesse’s door. Jesse answers. He always does, he’s reliable that way.

Jesse is a shining light in bleak times such as these. He is messy and Genji’s affection for him is almost inexplicable, but it isn’t. It’s explained by every little thing—every little joke they share, every little smile Jesse brings to Genji’s face, every little bit of support he offers—it’s all very explicable. Genji almost wishes it wasn’t so, because he wouldn’t be so afraid if it weren’t.

Jesse answers, “You okay?” in his own tired voice. Genji blinks.

“I think,” he pauses, “I’d like to be near you, tonight.”

Genji rests his head on Jesse’s chest. He runs a hand over Jesse’s tattoo. A skull and chains and wings. Deadlock certainly had an aesthetic in mind.

“Tell me about you,” he says, “before Blackwatch. Before everything.”

Jesse threads his fingers through Genji’s black hair. He says, “Before everything? That’s a long time, honey,” he pauses, and there’s a certain fondness when he looks at Genji. He says, “You’re lucky I’m soft on you, you know that?”

Genji knows.

Jesse starts with, “Grew up in New Mexico, got involved in a couple of bad stunts,” and Genji can only imagine what those bad stunts consisted of. He tries to imagine a young Jesse getting caught with the wrong crowd. “I was, uh, seventeen, I think, when Gabe caught us.”

“That’s young,” says Genji.

“You know it,” says Jesse, “I was a rebel. Hopefully that’s your type.”

“It certainly is,” says Genji, “How could you ever think otherwise? Do you even know me?”

Jesse smiles, and there’s that fondness again. It seeps into his expression without warning. He returns to his story, “I guess Blackwatch made me a better kid, certainly better than I would have been with Deadlock, or on my own,” he stops, then, and he asks, “What about you?”

“Me? We were just talking about you, Jesse,” Genji says, “You aren’t the type to deflect. I am. It’s literally one of my best tactics.”

“I’m just curious,” he says. Genji indulges his curiosity.

He tries to find the best place to start. He says, “I was what you would call a playboy.”

“No,” says Jesse, with mock astonishment, “You’re telling me that Genji Shimada, heir to a million dollar crime empire, was a bit of a playboy? I can’t believe it.”

“It’s true,” Genji nods, “When I wasn’t combat training I was flirting with supermodels across the globe. It’s truly a lifestyle I had nailed down. I’m jealous of past me.” He really is, but he tries to say it in jest. Tries not to let that honesty reveal itself. Jesse mulls it over.

“I dunno,” he says, “I think I like this Genji a bit more.”

Genji raises an eyebrow, “And why is that?”

“Well,” says Jesse, “playboy Genji sounds interesting and all, but I’m not sure he’d ever give me the time of day, not with all those supermodels he’s flirting with.”

Genji laughs, “Of course he would,” he looks up at Jesse, lifting himself up and moving to be closer to his face. He presses a kiss to Jesse’s lips, “After all, rebels are his type.”

They’re tired in the morning, and they walk into practice together. They stand a convenient distance apart and act like strangers to ward away suspicion.

Gabriel says, “McCree, I need to speak to you outside,” and he leads Jesse into the hallway. Genji focuses on his practice. He manages to evade several attacks from an omnic practice bot. He has to up the simulation difficulty for it to provide any real challenge.

Practice passes without much interference. Occasionally, Genji thinks of Jesse.

While they are alone—in the dark of the hallway between their rooms, keeping cautious watch on the doors to make sure they aren’t interrupted—Jesse says, “Gabe’s picking a fight with Talon again.”

“Again?” asks Genji.

“Again,” Jesse answers, “I’m going with him to Roman facility to consult their team. Mainly Gérard.”

Gérard is an Overwatch member who remains quite the mystery to Genji. He seems nice—welcoming, even—but Genji has never had the opportunity to talk to the man for longer than a few minutes.

“Be safe,” he says.

Jesse says, “Of course I’ll be,” and he adds, “You don’t get yourself into any trouble here, okay?”

“Without you? I wouldn’t dare.”

#mcgenji #overwatch #jesse mccree #genji shimada #my writes

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swisslesbianmd · 6 years

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Compromised

Summary: Moira is badly wounded on a mission, and Angela must face the reality that she may not be able to save everyone.

Pairing: Established Moira x Mercy, pre-fall of Overwatch

Warnings: major injury, swearing, implied nudity

Word count: 1,843

A/N: yeah sorry I have no fucking idea where this came from. It's pretty dark, so enter at your own risk. A companion fic to @gaylicgenetics writing!

"Dr. Zeigler?" Her comm crackled to life and she looked up with annoyance. She'd stayed behind from the mission; she had reports to catch up on, and Moira was more than capable of handling field injuries. Pushing her glasses up her nose she turned back to her computer screen, hoping the caller had the situation under control. "--gela come in, please." Jesse's voice had an edge to it, and the doctor jumped for her communicator.

"Dr. Ziegler, go ahead McCree." She leaned her hip against the edge of her desk, fiddling with the granola bar in her lab coat pocket. Moira had made her promise to take a break for lunch while she was gone, but the time had slipped past her. She was in for a talking to when her girlfriend and lab partner returned.

"You might wanna prep med bay, doc. We're coming in hot." His confident drawl trailed off, laced with tension. She immediately started for the trauma room across the hall, throwing the door open.

"Who's been hurt? Can I speak to Dr. O'Deorain or is she stabilizing?" She was pulling blood bags from the chiller, and meds from the cabinet. Her practiced hands moved smooth as silk through prepping her trauma room. Her fingers brushed over the call button for her team, then she continued to prepare as Jesse sputtered through his response.

"It's her." Her hand froze against the steel cabinet door. "It's bad."

Her heart skipped several beats and her blood iced in her veins. "Tell me what happened."

"You'll see for yourself." the comm line died and she had only a moment to try and control her breathing before a cluster of people burst through her doors. Moira was draped limply over Commander Morrison's arms, her long limbs sprawling from his grasp. Blood was matted in her vivid hair, and soaking her once monochromatic suit to a bright crimson. Jesse followed them in, clutching her broken gear and looking downcast. The on-call medical team began to flood the room, and Angela found herself still stopped by the doorway. She clenched and unclenched her fists, breathing slowly through her nose. Her stomach churned and twisted in a way it never had before with a casualty. Jack laid Moira down on the steel trauma table and all eyes turned to their doctor.

"Keep an eye on Lena, she's still not 100% from that nasty sprain."

"I know, darling, I'll watch her." Moira stared fondly down at Angela, tucking stray hairs back behind her ear. "You don't need to fret, I am fully capable of taking care of them."

"But who's going to take care of you, liebe?" She tilted her head, pressing her cheek into her girlfriend's palm. Her hand was warm, and she gently caressed Angela's cheek with her thumb, the edge of her nail lightly grazing the skin there.

"Why you will, of course. There's no one I'd rather have tending to my cuts and bruises than my own personal physician." She bent down to bestow a gentle kiss on her Angel's lips. She pulled away, carding her fingers through soft yellow hair, then turned and stepped through the office door without a glance backward. Angela watched her leave with fondness in her heart; she eagerly looked forward to her time with Moira after the mission.

She hadn't noticed herself moving, but somehow while she'd been lost in her memory her well-practiced hands had found their way to Moira's pulse points. The nurses had cut down her suit, exposing pale skin mottled with bruising and spattered with blood. From Dr. Zeigler's quick visual assessment, her patient had significant internal bleeding and would need immediate surgery to have any hope of survival. She felt the commands leave her mouth, but didn't hear her voice speaking them. The others were ushered out. McCree pulled Lena out of the doorway where she'd been hovering. Commander Morrison stopped, grasping Angela by her shoulders with remarkably steady hands.

"Can you do this, Dr. Zeigler?" His eyes bored into hers, searching her soul. The doctors' relationship was Overwatch's worst kept secret, and everyone was waiting for Angela to break. "Do I need to call anyone for you?"

She shook her head, brushing his hands off so she could reach up to sweep her hair back into her scrub cap. The stupid blue one with the angry birds Moira had gleefully given to her for her birthday. "I can do this, Jack. I'm the only one who can."

His mouth pulled down into a frown. "Don't put this all on yourself, Angela. I know you love--"

"We're ready for you, doctor." the hand on her arm had her turning away from the commander in an instant. She stalked past him and into the adjoining surgical suite without another word.

"Liebe," Angela rolled over, tracing her fingers down Moira's bare arm. "Can I ask you something?"

Moira smiled softly, her usual careful guard down. "Of course, angel. You may ask me something else as well, if you so choose." Grimacing, she took the light smack on her shoulder from the woman lying beside her. "What's bothering you?"

"Do you ever think about what happens when one of us gets hurt?" Her clear blue eyes were so sad that Moira's sharp response fell flat on her tongue. "I mean really hurt. Something we can't come back from."

She sighed deeply, running her hand over Angela's tousled hair. It framed her face and fell over her naked shoulders so beautifully when she didn't have it pulled back. "Of course I have, darling. However, I prefer not to dwell on the worst of possibilities." When those impossibly bright eyes continued to blink up at her, she pulled their bodies together and pressed soft kisses into the top of Angela's head. "Should the worst happen to you I would stop at nothing to save your life. To put the spark back in your beautiful eyes." Moira's nails scratched idly along her partner's back, trying to convey reassurance in her movements. "And then I would hunt down each bastard responsible for your condition and drain the life from their worthless bodies."

"Moira!" She made a move to sit up, but found herself trapped in that warm embrace.

"You know I speak the truth. Darling, there are no lines I would not cross for you."

Stretching up to kiss Moira's soft lips, she pushed the inevitable ethics debate to another day. For now, the woman she loved was safe and in her arms.

The tap shut off after her requisite scrub time and the sound snapped her back to the present. She practiced breathing exercises as she gowned and gloved, and it wasn't until a nurse was tapping her calf to lift her foot did she realize she still had on her dressy work attire. She stepped out of her heels and allowed the nurse to slide booties on over her stockinged feet. The patient's face was draped, and she forced herself to forget Moira's slender body was the one lying so still on her table. Her heart beat quickly on the monitor, at a pace which was not ideal but drastically better than the alternative.

"Alright. Dr. Zeigler, beginning emergency ex-lap on patient Moira O'Deorain. Time is 18:43." She allowed herself one more steadying breath after beginning her dictation, then began to work.

5 shattered ribs.

Right lung collapsed.

Fractured sternum.

Ruptured spleen.

Ruptured bladder.

Torn small intestine.

Hypovolemic shock.

Septic shock.

Cardiac arrest.

Steady hands beating a rhythm of compressions into a broken chest. Orders of drugs given, or perhaps carried out by her well-trained team without direction. Tears dripping into a surgical mask until she felt the damp air would suffocate her. The drape had long been displaced from Moira's dirty face so Angela could stare directly at the tube disappearing down her throat, or the slack too-still-to-be-sleeping face. Her arms shook with exertion, and her lungs burned brightly for air but she'd long ago lost count of her compressions and she didn't want to stop too soon.

"Angie, darling, you're working too hard." Long fingernails scratched softly at her scalp. "Come to bed with me."

"No, Moira. Don't you see? The nanites, they aren't good enough. I can't save tissue that's been deprived of oxygen. I can't save them." Her head fell into her hands. She was so close, she could almost taste it. So many more lives could be saved if she could just crack it.

She pulled Angela from her chair, pushing her towards the door, and their bed. "They will be, my angel, but not today. Even if you perfect the suit, the nanites, there is no way you can save them all. You can't put that on your soul."

She didn't stop. She couldn't stop.

Strong arms locked around her midriff and pulled her off the edge of the table where she was kneeling. She was too tired to fight them, and instead fell limp when they tried to set her feet on the floor. It wasn't until Ana embraced her tightly and began to walk her out of the suite that she tried to pull away.

"Hush now, child. You've done all you can." She tugged Angela across the hall to the medical office, where she began opening drawers at random. "Jack has called in someone else to take over. Here, let's get you cleaned up." She tugged at the surgical gown, the mask, then the buttons of Angela's bloodstained blouse. It was all crumpled and shoved haphazardly into a biohazard bag.

"I have to get back," she muttered dazedly. "I should change and go back to help."

Ana pursed her lips as she tugged the clean scrub top over Zeigler's head. Her skirt dropped to the floor next, and her tights. She elected not to comment on the doctor's lack of shoes; at least she hadn't tried to operate in heels. Once Angela was dressed in a set of sunshine yellow scrubs and Ana was lowering her onto the couch, she seemed to realize what had transpired.

"I'm not going back in there, am I?"

"No, Dr. Zeigler. I believe you should stay here. There's not much that can be done for Dr. O'D--" she stopped herself. "For Moira, now."

The name caused something within Angela to break. She lept to her feet and sprinted out into the hallway, sliding to a halt in front of the surgical suite door. She willed it to be going well, for a heart rhythm to have returned to the screen of the monitor. The room was in utter chaos. Empty vials of medication and nanite suspensions littered the floor. Blood soaked gauze was piled everywhere, and her team stood around the table in various stages of defeat. Moira's face was covered again.

Several seconds of silence was shattered by Angela's piercing scream. Her vision whited, and she slid to the floor on her hands and knees.

Moira. Moira was gone.

"Darling, there are no lines I would not cross for you."

#moicy #moira x mercy #my writing #Overwatch fanfic #almost always angst #pre fall of overwatch #major character injury #major character death #angela ziegler #moira o'deorain

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fandom-imagination · 7 years

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Distance

Imagine: From the moment you saw Harry you knew it was love at first sight. Regardless of the hell, Dr. Wells put you through, the matching faces didn’t faze you. You always saw the good in Harry. When you started dating, you two were inseparable. Everyone saw how perfect for each other you are. Even Jesse treated you like a maternal figure. Though lately, everything is going downhill.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in so long! It’s hard for me to find time to write. I either have work or school or college app stuff. I will try to get better at posting. Anywho, this imagine was requested by an anon a while ago. I’m sorry it took so long and also I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you envisioned. I didn’t have too much of an idea of where I wanted this to go I just wrote and this is what happened. If you would like to request an imagine leave it in my inbox. There is a request page if you have any questions about which fandoms I write for or any other questions. Sorry for rambling. Happy reading!

The ticking of the passing seconds fills the room as Harry toils away on another invention silently. Only a few weeks ago sitting in silence wouldn’t have bothered you, it would have been a comfortable silence. Now, however, the distance between you and Harry has grown enough leading to every silence being awkward.

Months ago, when you met Harry, you fell in love. You two were inseparable. No one could deny that you were meant for each other. Though, slowly Harry began to pull away. The nights you spent together, just being together, began to dwindle. In fact, the time spent together at all began to dwindle. Now most times that you see each other are with brief glances in passing.

You move to the stool beside Harry and look over his shoulder. Although you have been a part of team Flash longer than he has, you are not as smart as he is. Most of the science jargon thrown around STAR Labs flies over your head. Normally, he would realize this and would explain what he’s doing. “What are you working on today?”

“Just repairing Cisco’s goggles,” You run your hand through your hair. You can see for yourself that he's working on Cisco’s goggles. And you know that Harry realizes that isn't what you were asking. You exhale a long breath.

“I’ll see you later, Harry,” You lean forward for a kiss and Harry turns away. Your heart drops. It’s starting to finally sink in that maybe you aren’t as perfect for each other as you thought.

* * *

You lay your head on Caitlin’s shoulder, with your heart heavy in your chest. Caitlin wraps her arm around you rubbing circles on your shoulder. “I’m so confused,”

“Everyone is,”

“No matter what I do, he pushes me further and further away. I hadn’t seen him for over a week and when I saw him at STAR Labs he barely acknowledged me,” Your voice wavers. Tears well in your eyes blurring your vision. You wipe them away with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Did anything happen?”

“I truly have no idea what’s going on,” You cuddle against Caitlin’s side hoping for a minute away from your life.

* * *

Jesse slams her hands on the workbench. Harry is jolted out of his chair. He glares at his daughter for the rude interruption, but her look reveals much more anger. “What the hell are you doing!”

“I’m working on the weapon to help Barry. You know what I’m doing,” Jesse exhales into her hands. A moment of silence passes over them.

“For as smart as you are, you are being really stupid,” Harry opens his mouth to speak but Jesse holds up her hand to stop him. “What are you doing with Y/N? From the moment you two met, I saw it. The look in your eye. Love. It’s still there! But you’re not acting like it is,”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Harry focuses his attention on the invention, avoiding eye contact with his daughter. Everything she is saying is ringing too true.

“I may not know love, but I know you. Something is going on and you better fix it,” Harry leans over the table with his head hung low. His look is indecipherable. “Well? Wha-”

“I’m scared, Jesse!” Jesse’s eyes widen. “I’m scared to fall in love after knowing what it feels like to lose it.”

“She's not going anywhere,”

“We never thought your mother would leave either. Some things in life are unexpected,”

“That’s bull! Don’t ruin the perfect thing you have because of something that won’t happen!”

“Guys,” Caitlin stands in the doorway. She holds a paper in her hand. Her hand wavers as she holds it out to Jesse. Caitlin’s gaze drops to the floor.

“What is it?” Harry’s voice is laced with panic. Jesse slowly turns to her father. Her eyes scan the letter you left for Team Flash. “What happened?”

“She’s gone.” Harry collapses onto a nearby chair.

“It’s all my fault,”

* * *

*5 months later*

The moon is high in the sky casting the only light on the dark streets. Your feet pound against the concrete. The area around you is unfamiliar. You had no plan in mind when you escaped the abandoned warehouse. “I know you’re out there. You can run as far as you want it won’t make a difference when there is no one around!”

A few days ago, a rogue meta took you off the streets of Central City. He’s part of Doctor Alchemy’s group and took you as leverage. Only he didn’t know that you left team Flash months ago. You duck behind a shipping container. Your chest heaves and your heart pounds against your rib cage. A thought strikes you. “My panic button,”

Regardless of leaving Team Flash you still carried around your panic button that is connected to S.T.A.R Labs. “Hopefully it still works,”

A loud alarm sounds through S.T.A.R. Labs. A map flashes onto the screen pinpointing a location a few miles outside of Central City. Cisco jumps up from his chair. His jaw drops as he realizes who's alarm is going off.

“What’s going on?” Harry and Caitlin walk into the cortex and look up to the screen.

“It’s Y/N. She used her panic button,”

“Y/N’s in trouble?” Dread washes over Harry. Although 5 months have passed he’s still as in love with you as he was when he first met you. Seeing that you’re in trouble crushes his heart. “Where is she?”

“An old shipyard a town over,” Cisco pulls up to the mic that connects the labs to Barry’s com set. As soon as the alert went off, Barry was suited up and on his way. “Barry, she’s at a shipyard in Keystone.”

“On my way,”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Another bolt of lightning flashes. Each bolt closer to your hiding spot. “You won’t stay hidden for long, darling. I guess you were right, the Flash really isn’t coming for you,”

His laughter fills the air around you. A red streak whirs by casting a gust of wind in its wake. He really came. “I think you should check your facts,”

“Flash. How nice to meet you. Too bad our meeting will be cut short,”

The night lights up with the burst of electricity emanating from the meta. Barry skids across the concrete. He pushes himself off the ground. Watching Barry fight the meta reminds you of another meta he fought not that long ago. “Barry! Overload his powers,”

“Like Blackout,” He flashes a smile and darts away. You watch him sprint across the shipyard evading bolt after bolt of lightning.

“Is that all Flash? Nothing more than just running away?How cowardly,”

“Why don't you just get better aim?”

“Better aim? I'll show you better aim,” Everything happens so quickly. Night turns to day with the bright flash from the meta overloading his powers. You fly back against a shipping container. All the air escapes your lungs. The meta collapses. You lay on the ground fighting for air.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you alright?” The edges of your vision turn black. You use all the power that you can to shake your head. The darkness slowly expands until you are enveloped by nothingness.

You lift your heavy lids. It takes a moment before you fully adjust the bright lights of the hospital room. Someone has a firm grip on your right hand. Harry’s head leans on your thigh as he sleeps. You watch him a moment. This is the closest you two have been in nearly half a year. “Harry…”

“Y/N! You’re alright,” Harry sits up straight and pulls his chair closer to you.

“Where’s everyone else?” Besides Harry the room is empty. You try to sit up but Harry places a hand on your shoulder pushing back down. He pushes a button raising your bed to sitting position.

“Another meta popped up. More have been showing up after the one that … kidnapped you,” Harry’s eyes drop to your hands entwined. You could see in his eyes that the guilt is eating away at him.

“It’s not your fault,”

“What?”

“The attack it’s not your fault. I left and was unprotected. No one could have seen it coming,”

“You wouldn’t have left if I wasn’t such a jackass,”

“Well, there are other ways of saying I don’t love you,” Harry’s brow quirks. His grip around your hand tightens.

“Don’t ever think I don’t love you,” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. “I love you. I have always loved you. It’s just after losing Jesse’s mom, I got scared. I saw how much I loved you and thought that if I pushed you away I would prevent the heartbreak of you leaving,”

“Harry, I would never leave you. I thought that you pushing me away meant you didn’t love me and I couldn’t bear to be around you if you didn’t,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I love you and that’s all that matters,”

“I love you too, Harry,”

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