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"Wait! When did you get kidnapped by terrorists! Why did we never Talk about Obidah sooner! I could have prevented this Tony, why didn't you say anything!"

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What do you mean you almost Died of metal poisoning!

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"Just what is Red planing that involves a Kimono?"

"I don't know. Do you think it has anything to do with her plans to rob FedEx."

"No. She borowed Tonys sweater for that."

"I don't know what she has planed for today, and I don't want to know."

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Well it involves Reasons why Hydra should not use FedEx. A mision to Japan to shoot raccons, learn Japanese, and catch up to the twentith centry, and hiring Tony a bodyguard that is around as more of a full time.

Also giving the poor guy some space to reajust without being crowded by either side.

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Unless the clothing has some noteworthy reason to stand out, I'm probably not going to describe it.

"You know what, I really like Lucy's jeans. I mean who else do you know owns red bellbottom jeans."

"Ok. That's going to be a hard chrismas present to get."

"No No. We won't have to do that. The reason I'm bringing this up to you, is beacuse I'm planing to steal them, and I'll need your help with that. "

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Desmond Miles is sick of everyone's shinanagains. And yet resinged

That's it, someday Desmond will adopt eagles! Or more, the eagles will adopt him. And he will curse, and blame Red, and start takeing classes on falconery

Holy shit yes, Desmond with cross arms un the middle if a room filled with eagles surrounding him on all sides

Jacob Fyre is one of the two assassins in syndicate, and he starts a gang called the Rooks.

He's a lot more intrested in fistfighting more then this stealthy assassian stuff, much to his twin Evies annoyance, and though I had always intended them to meet (I had a draft where Red occasionally looks after them when they were younger) it's clear now Jacobs desire to lead a gang, was strengthened by Red and her accidently addopting things tendency.

Haha, n8ce on the adopting.

Tony picked up her tendacy to adopt things, except he adopts people.

Desmond is woried one day he will get an urge to adopt eagles or something. And train them to steal wallets. Clearly her need to adopt things can be passed on, and since he is around her so often, he one day might pick up stealing.

Yes, the world needs to hear about the genius of the catbonells

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Red first met Tony as a kid, a bit after she revived bodyguard training. Maria introduced him as your Principal, and knew about how to properly do this, beacuse in her past (and Reds future) red was hers for awile, and further down reds future, she protected her parents for a short time, and preseumably told them.

Red is bodygaurd for at least four familys, in diffrent time periods, and she is fond of bodyguard work, beacuse the principals are rich, so provide good and whatnot, some of them have been friends from a young age, like for one she has on off, helped raise, though not as much as the official first bodyguard Alba who has been around Amanda from birth, and was Reds first principal. Alba considers bodygaurding serious buisness, and is kind of like a faimly retainer. And Red is sort of this accidently, but likes the job, and is friends with the principal. As she met Tony the youngest of his faimly, and has known him the longest, they are close friends. Or she is that second cousain, that no body talks about, and comes over anyways.

I think the first party happened when Tony was thirteen, and they met when he was eight.

The first meetings I wrote earlier are AU, beacuse they didn't really work.

Maria and Tony have Spanish ancestry, btw. Like Xavier Carbonell the artist.

Red gets to make sure dogs get well taken care of. Sometimes to destress, she goes to visit the shelter ( which ridiculously spoils the dogs, and also provides work and training to those who need it, which is why Tony counts or as philandriphist activity, beacuse it's in his name, so he has to talk about it sometimes) and just play with dogs. And check how they are running the place.

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Yah, Red isn't as bad on friends. And Tony let's her have a lot of freeway with money anyways, being a timetravler is great for investing in stock. That she used some of the money on philanthropist projects like all the dog shelter/homes She starts, and hired practicly homeless people and whatnot to run it.

She loves dogs. She wants to adopt like every dog. Tonys like, so long as I can make robots, I don't really care.

Desmond facepalms whenever this tendancy pops up.

"All of your friends look after your various dogs. And then there's Tony. This is a tad ridiclous."

She was Robing FedEx for the same reason for why Hydra should not use FedEx. She found the correct package. She decided Tony needed a more permeant bodyguard.

I do sometimes dance. I think running might also help, if this urge didn't hit me at times like 10:30 pm.

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I kove that . I just really love Red right now. Haha, nice Red disguised as younger Tony, in a party full of investors and what not. Does Maria notice this? Like she makes a game out of it if she can get red to break character. A bored genius is a dangerous one

No, problems on this side either. Nist of them tend to rationalize it as I will need this, they don't anymore .

Guess i gotta keeo an eye out for my stuff around Red then lol .

I haven't. I have heard of it by whisperes post in tumbkr with Canada. That sounds good, i hope to try one if i ever see a Tim Hortons

Have you walked it out or i dunno uh i tend to dance a butchered version of ballet if i get restless. Music tends to help but it just makes it worse on my part

I eanna try that. Stop making me hungry for food xD

Oh, Maria does what bored guiness mothers do. Start telling embarasing Tony stories, to see how Red can get out of that while reasonably staying in character. Of course Maria noticed, Red has done that for her too. Not that Red knew that yet, but she does catch on to Maria noticing her.

I think she has dressed up and impersonated Tony to be a decoy for something when they were younger. It could have been for something dangrous just as easily as it could have been a borring event he didn't want to attend.

She does impressions and impersonated people all the time, but the voice can't sound exact. Just very good. She has attention to details, but rarely history.

"I don't know Desmond, what happened in 2012."

"That was the year I got kidnapped. You know, the year we were almost destroyed by the sun."

"I knew that. Someone was saying something about a present or something. Whatever."

If it's not relevant , she dosent really care.

Yah, I tend to find most of my characters at the very least seem to be corpse robbers.

Red is a shameless pickpocket.

"Hey Desmond. Today, some guy named David Johnson will be paying for lunch with his credit card. So for today, your David, K"

"Damnit Red, when did you nab that. "

"Common David! Lets go to Applebees."

Have you ever been to Tim Hortans. I'm aware that an American company owns it now (to which I am a little offended by) and there might be some around down there . If so, have you ever tried a creamy maple chill? Its super sweet, and rich, but I kind of like it.

Yah, but that's the thing. I'm haveing trouble sitting still. Its figitty. I sit and I need to get up again.

I found out today that pizza ghetti (spaghetti pizza) is a thing in Quebec (and some other proviances, but mostly Quebec).

Yah, she finds running past a fight and pickpockiting the opponents the most useful skill out there. It requires her looking and figuring out what's in their pockets first, but that's always helpful. Swipe and run.

She does do a lot of stealing. Still, various people in her life are giving her limits on what is appropriate to steal when.

Any guesses as to why she needed Tonys sweater?

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And then I imagined Red being like

"Hey Tony, I need to go Rob FedEx , and I'm borrowing your sweater. Be back in a few days."

Tony: "...? Ok?"

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Yes, Just him and Bucky, not breaking hearts, but messing with Germans by deploying the ghost army.

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I like to try to get Red to meet people she will friendship, though some people she just can't help but dislike. Then there are neutrals. And of course, there are some people she just hates. And the sun. The sun is on that list most days.

Ahh, yes I can see them clashing over that. But wouldn't that make it funnier if he gave one of the shovel talks?

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Maybe. I think I want to do that digitally though, so I might wait untill Monday where I have access to Adobe illustrator at school.

Red, would probably not be traditionally pretty, she has a lot of scars, which stand out more with the pale skin. But beyond that, Mars would probably fix her nose and whatnot if it broke. They want her in the best condition, and it includes inocculating her against any desiease they can think of, to prevent her from accidently starting a plague sometime.

Of course it's not out of alterism. They have use for her fighting skills.

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Red originally was a much darker blond. But then I realised, she wouldn't complain about sunburn so often. She takes after her dad in colouring and her mom or mixed in features.

Well, that and I wanted her to stand out. That way she does want to learn disguises more, and enjoys the sun barrier the skin colouring of the diguise out teaches.

I haven't come up with a name for it yet, but I have a concept of something that you would use for disguise that can change your skin colour. It will give you sun, and will show tan if you have been out awile, or even sun burn in appropriate skin types. It washed off with its counter and not even water will get rid of it. Red, pretends to have darker skin then she does, as it covers up as her tattoos and scars, unless she adds some, and it lessens her chances of getting burnt by the sun.

Red is pale. Pale skin (that everything shows up well on) pale blonde hair, light grey eyes.

Though sometimes I'm tempted to have them dark grey for contrast.

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She has killed a lot of people, and dosent usually feel to upset about that. She had trouble seeing what was wrong about teaching a seven year old to use a gun, and is more upset at Lenas distress then the fact that Lena killed someone.

She gets that first kill can be distressing, but puts Lenas life over Damions and would have done the same thing If she had been at the house. She was 'killed' by a convieance store robber, and is glad Lenas home invasion has a diffrent outcome.

So she empathisises with Lena, but dosent quite think she would change it, unless she could have had Lena out of the house and avoid the whole thing.

And some people tell her that she should learn dillomacy, that she should prevent loss of life, and others praise her for being an exclent accident specilist.

She's kind of confused about the whole thing, as a teen really.

"Did you forget? I'm a terrible person. This will be no problem for me. "

With age, she kind of finds a sort of ballance, but still finds the killing tabo thing a tad strange. So long as it's on appropraite targets , and clean kills, she dosent quite get the deal.

She's trying to get better at diplomacy and negotiation.

She's going for break their arm if they attack, when asked.

Its getting a little easier to do it without being asked, but she still needs reminders sometimes.

Her head is a strange place

And she's also selfish. I don't know you, I wouldn't do that for a stranger. But then she goes into a house on fire, beacuse the person is still alive, and probably won't die if I do this now.

But she will kill a lot of people to keep her friends safe, and society has strange morals about that.

She doesn't quite have a normal moral compas

Have i ever mentioned lately how much i really love Red?

It might take her quite a bit to feel that way about herself

She puts her friends as a value higher then her.

Beacuse if they die, she will lose them, where she has been comeing back from the worst hits since she was eight (I think)

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Red is also not that big on being touched. Neither is Tony. Red would prefer to initiate contact, then be surprised by it. At times she's not sure if a hug is needed and just hovers awkwardly around, and resist the urge to stiffen up if they do hug her. They should hug, but both of them are ridiclous people like that, and that's what Desmond is around for. "Serriously you guys, hug. "

She would pick kid Tony up for a piggyback if he asked. Or carry him if needed.

Does picking him up, and carrying kid Tony to a private place to cry help, and tell him about, something mundane, like how to tell good fruit from bad. She wouldn't shove him off if he curled in, but they would be talking, or end up working on something.

If I had to make a music video for tony, I would go with one of Bo Burnhams finales. Like "We think we know you."

As adults they would probably go and play video games. And talk. And sit on the couch, and stop being Tony and Red, and be pokemon fans. And have something in the tv. Other days they would play Bioshock or something but bad days are no weapons games, and this way they can be competitive and distracted from lifes problems.

Body swap from the same story I showed earlier has Darcy and Tony , senses, and self care. That's probably a bad way to explain it but, I think I need that now

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Even though there are a lot of things about Tonys personal quirks that probably means I wouldn't get along with Tony, I like his character. I get some of the things about his character in my own way. Tony is an artist who grew up in the spotlight. If left alone he would probably just sit in his lab and make things. And get hyperfoccused and not eat. I admire his ambition.

The thing I find about being any kind of celebrity is that the media builds them up to tear them down.

Tonys work will get imeadite attention, and he is praised to the skies for his sucess, and dragged down for his failures.

He decided, these weapons are my mistake, and I will fic this.

The world looks up to him, and he is under so much pressure to deliver, and now that he's a hero, he tries with everything hes got. He puts his mind, his body, his sainity, his hopes and dreams into his work.

And at times it comes crashing down around him. And that hurts, that failure hurts so much, and the world wacths Tony Fail and holds him so accountable.

Tony, I think, is not the type to like to have other people in charge of him. He has some people he trusts, to varying degrees, and he will take orders from, but that's personally chosen. To see him arguing for the Slovakia accords felt kind of strange, but after his last failure, I can see why he would be doing that.

He made a huge mistake, and he is takeing all the blame. No really, Bruce was kind of involved in the science bender, but is probably doing a runner, beacuse he is already afraid of how people react to the Hulk.

So Tony is there, and feeling like crap.

NothingIdoisgoodenough. Imnotgoodenough. Iamaterribleperson. WhydidIthinkIcouldmakethingsbetter, Iamsuchascrewup. Ialwayshavebeen,andalwayswillbe. Icantdothis.

Familiar thoughts to artists, cbeacuse we do at times feel that way about our work, and Tony must feel so much worse, beacuse his killed so many people, and he didn't want to make things to kill people anymore.

Beyond suits, beacuse those things saved his life.

Then Cap going against what he thinks, and bringing a wanted man (and his parents killer) into his place uninvited.

And it goes downhill even more.

Someone give that man a hug, but he dosent like hugs, so Red, you go to him as a kid, and teach him disguises, so he can get some time away from being Tony Stark all the time.

And make him food, and Later get Desmond to make you eat food regularly, beacuse God knows the two of you are terrible at eating regularly

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Ahh, your dorks are so happy! It's heartwarming! What is the book called?

Sometimes in the quieter moments, Red paints scenery. She can draw people pretty well, but there's something about water colour paintings she just likes. She will use other mediums if she has them, but water colour is easier to carry and use in a variety of places. Or watercolour pencils.

On the bad days it's deffinatly not scenery.

Does Red ever hang her paintings? That's so cool. I wanna know what she paints on bad days but i kinda don't wanna know but do

I wonder if Tony have her paintings. Does she have sone of Desmond and Maria? Who does she paint more of?

Some places she sells them. them. Sometimes Her friends hang them.

Sometimes she draws people they ask her to describe as witness statments or something. She was taught very accurate anatomy.

Other times she draws people she is peoplewacthing.

Occasionly she does portraits. Tony asked for one of his mother once, and she realised, Oh, thats why Maria gave me permission to paint that one day. I ask later , apparently.

She also paints scenery on Tonys walls, in his old home. Sometimes she paints on the walls on had days too, but that is usually after drawing for awhile and calming down. Sometimes an outlet can help you think about something more calmly, even if it is still not a story you want to share. Desmond is not allowed to look at that skethbook.

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Logan and Helga are Jason and Eleanors Parents

.They are the Ryans

Even if it dosent play out in the story, I need to know these little details so I can write them accuartly as I can.

Her mother is Angela Lareau- Jordan. Her father is Jason Ryan.

Her cousian has a dead twin so they gave her both sets of names.

Mary-Jacob, Elizabeth-Brandon, Monique- Theirry, Ryan- Laframbois.

We just call her M.T

MTs parents are Eleanor Ryan and David Laframbois

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I'm trying to develop people in Reds life, especially Pre Desmond, beacuse they didn't beacome a team untill after he died (and he was the ghost snoop) and became Jesus. Martians brought him back.

I decided that she has had three serious relationships.

One was a one faded, one was a mutual break, and the last was with a rival where they broke up (mutualy) after their competitiveness got them into serious trouble.

I'm comeing up with ways that might have reached that, but all that's really hitting me was they put themselves and someone else in mortal danger through it, or they almost (or really) caused an international incident

Most other dates Red goes on are really more for the food, and some intresting conversation.

I think the mutual break up, might have happened dateing someone durring the zombie appolyapce. Seeing your girlfriend die, (and it's bad enough that she's your friend and that hurts, but worse as a girlfriend somehow) and meeting her latter when she's older, or younger, ect, is not a relationship that is easy on the partner, especially in zombietimes. They can work together fine, are even still friends after some distance, but long term was not in the cards for them. That's kind hard, and she got that.

Now the rival, was a lot of fun to date, but also kind of covers why you shouldn't date a rival. You focus more on compeating then compromise and communication. Then you both end up escalating it too far, and cause an international incident.

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Her lack of filter drives Desmond nuts. She has one when in a mask, but relaxed and casually chatting some will unknowingly reveal disturbing information. And then people just look at her with alarmed faces, and she shuts up, blushes,and leaves.

Yah, Red sitting there thinking "...this was not what I thought you wanted to talk about in the slightest."

And then there are her friends who are talking about a subject she has no Idea about, because she is hopelessly out of touch with whats going on right now in the world.

She sits there wondering "Do we normally talk about this? Is this something that happened last time you saw me, and you are finishing a conversation I haven't had yet? Do I know your friend? Is it rude to ask for a name?

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I decided to flesh out the wacthdogs part of Reds story. In a diffrent direction from cannon, the car accident that was meant to assassinate Aiden, took his nephew Jackson instead of his niece Lena. He's still looking for revenge, but Lenas reaction went differently from Jacksons

I didn't quite expect it to lead where it did, but Red is a bad influence on children. Shes known this faimly, ever since she came into this time running, and was hit by their car. She's kind of that cousian that sometimes shows up to the kids. She does not think that what comes out of her mouth will be influence them that much, when she plays with normal children. She is proven wrong several times.

Anyways, when Red got out of the hospital around the beginning of watch dogs, Lena meets her at the hospital and asks her to teach her to use a gun. This is a seven year old.

Red gets the sense that Lena will get a gun and learn anyways, if she says no, beacuse and she might as well be there to teach her to shoot safe

Red, who also learned to use weapons at a young age, and learning made her feel safer, does not see much of a problem with teaching this, and goes about teaching her to responsibly use an H&R 243 rifle. (one that would be ok for a child recoil wise, and prevent bad habbits from forming latter)

She gives a safety lecture, and tells Lena that one day She Wil take her hunting. (Red intends Lenas first kill to be very diffrent from her own, done in a safe and controlled enviorment, to an food, from a distance)

Red is a good teacher , but actions have consequences

When Aiden met up with his sister at the beginig, she had been getting crank calls threatning robbery.

In the game, Damien Brenks breaks into his sister's house, kidnaps Nicole, and uses her to get Aiden to do work for him in excange for her saftey.

(I did not expect it the following )

Here, Damien breaks into the house intending to get Lena, or Nicole, and meets up with an armed Lena that ends up with her shooting him in the head, and completely derailling the later plot of watchdogs.

She is alive beacuse Jackson successfully called shotgun seat in this verse, and then this happens.

I'm sorry. Kind of. I don't know. I knew something bad was going to happen when Red taught her to fire a gun, but I did not expect it to take the turn it did where a seven year old kid shots someone fataly. Even Red was probably eight in the conviance store disaster.

I don't know how to feel about this one to be honest. I mean, red gets into all kind of messes, and probably brings people into them, but this was a seven year old. Aidens neice.

All I knew about her before this, was that when She was twenty she had a TMI talk with Red in the hospital about her sexuality and the people who we're involved in her journey to figure that out.

Lena is the sort of person who does talk to random people about her issues, and Red is the kind of person who sometimes gets TMI conversations as a confidant, and didn't expect to have that happen.

Well, Lena really derailled the game plot, in a way I was never expecting her to, and It could be intresting to see, what comes of it.

Desmond will use this as a primary example of why Red should not be a babaysitter.

"You taught Tony to drive."

"Tony could have probably hotwired the car, and learned by himself anyways. anyways. Teaching him was safer "

"You also taught a seven year old to use a gun."

"I think she would have found one and learned anyways. Gun safety is important."

"She shot a man in the head."

"He was breaking and entering. And Damien. "

"She shot a man in head, Red."

After this, along with paying for therapy for all involved. (she was able to get her hands on a fair bit of Damien's money) she signs Lena up for Karate. And leaves her money to continue with the lessons.

Nither of them are wrong, per say, but people are more inclined to agree with Desmond.

This is not the zombie apocalypse times

I may agrer with Desmond ,but i do believe with Red at some point they will need to learn. More so Tony i doubt he will just take no okay. He will probably one way or another its better to teach him now. However she should have probably took more precautions with a child and a gun.

Yah, she was younger then, and she taught gun safety and shooting fine. She just didn't... think this all the way through, to possible consequences.

She was trained to use weapons at a young age, after all, and probably didn't think too hard about teaching a kid, beyond makeing sure she can do it safely and supervised.

She went over instructions like "never point a gun at something you don't intend to shoot. Keep the muzzle pointed in a safe direction. "

It was, a home invasion. invasion, and not an accident.

Yah, Red kind of realised. "I should have started her off with martial arts, rather then let her insist. "

So she dosent repeat that incident again, but she dosent have much of a filter for "things not appropriate to teach to children. "

Yah, everyone involved need some grief therapy at least about Jackson, and probably a fair bit more, especially Lena.

In game Jackson was going to therapy after the death of his sister, and wouldnt talk to anyone except his mom.

How dare he get Ivette into star trek!

Jk that's adorable

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Tony stark has a thing for adopting superheros.

Tony does have a thing for adopting superheros.

Yes, I want a sciencing hulk at my tower.

Sure I'll take a sniper and assassian.

You might as well be here in my Avengers Tower. Take that fury!

I'm glad she is relatable. relatable. I tried to make her flawed and relatable. And she dosent quite get normal conventions, like why it was a bad Idea to teach ten year old Tony how to drive like a get away driver.

Tony. If Tony decided to rule the world, she would probably do her best to make it happen. There is another universe out there, where she and Tony fought their way to the top and started the Iron empire. Pepper potts rules the world. And Red protects them. They are all in armor.

But that is not this world.

I'm going to have to learn more about math, to write her as a sniper, mechanic, medic, And hacker. She's the kind of person who can rattle off cordnites like a boss. Its important for accurate telleporting. Sometimes,when she's really desprate, she can convince herself of a fourmula to slow down.

On the other hand, her foccus often has her putting personal things on the burner. Self care, relationship care, happiness.

She has work priorities.

She likes people, and she can fake it to strangers, but friends. She doesn't genraly like to lie to them.

Haha, Red and Tony talk tech so much. She likes math

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I got the idea, if there being other precursor talents from Desmond. The dude is almost sage in precursor percentage of blood, but dosent have the eagle vission, despite his ancestors having it. Including three generations of Kenways at least.

He only activated Eagle vision, from the bleeding effect of the animus.

So I think he had something else before,and eagle vission might have overwrote it.

I don't know if I mentioned this, but in the assassins creed verse, most assassins we play have eagle vision.

But eagle vision probably wasn't the only sense that could be enhanced, just the most famous one. And wanted

Red is trained, to use it. It can indicate to her if people are lying (though about what she has to use logic and reading people skills) and tracking , along with regular things scent trained people can do like sillage, and picking out fresh ingreadents. We can pick up emotions to some extent by scent, although our brain tells us by body language.

We are not alone in our head. We have the left brain and the right brain. The left brain gets surprised when the right does something unexpected,and logics it to us as something we were planning.

Especialy as her precursor talent is scent/taste

Oh! Red, that sucks. Imagine vinegar, i have better smell and jesus i hate the sharp nurning smel of it.

That is a nice tattoo

Desmond got Red a scarf in Assassian colours. It's white with red maple leaves at the tips. It doubles as a Canada scarf.

She wears scarves, and wraps them around her face, when going into overwhelming smell areas. Like the sewers...or the body shop for soap

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That's the thing. People see so much of Howard in Tony.

What kind of woman could keep Howard's attention that he would want to marry?

Probably not some trophy wife.

No, he would go for someone intelligent. Someone headstrong. Someone who he won't get bored with.

Perhaps they are not the most suited people to be parents, beacuse they both get so caught up in their projects, and each other, that they don't pay enough attention to Tony.

Of the two of them, she gets along more with Tony then Howard, but Tony really wants his father's attention, but their relationship is rocky.

Sometimes she plays the piano with him, and he loved that.

No, I like to think that Tony inherited traits from both of them, and his mother was kind of overlooked beacuse Howard stood out more, and the male dominated society overlooks her.

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Red being drived crazy by Maria sometimes makes me laugh. That's really amazing, i always saw Tony taking after Howard but his mom makes it 100 time better

She is fonder of Tony then Maria, though she will never tell them that. Tony met her as a kid. They were friends from a young age. Maria met her when they were both older, and she was kind of assigned to Maria to keep her safe. Beacuse I kind of Headcannon Both Maria and Howard driving their bodyguards nuts in diffrent ways by being geniuses with more brains then common sense or patience.

Tony inherited his brains for both of them.

"Trust me, you do not get that just from your father. "

Maria is kind of condescending at times, and stubborn, and gets tunnle vission to her goals. She sort of occasionally treats Red as faimly property, and Red kind of is, Beacuse Maria's parents already knew her, and saw fit to send her to gaurd their daughter with no interview, meaning she must have impressed the pants off of them sometime in the past.

Still it helps sometimes.

"That is my secratary, hands off. "

She refers to a lot of people possessively.

"What did you want with my son?"

Tony might just be the third generation she has been a tempoary bodyguard for.

Probably the one with the longest contract, in his faimly.

I decided a thing about Reds fassion. When she's out in public she will be wearing clothing which colour and style is remicent of who she is around. Like, I can't see her carrying clothing with her, so it would make sense of she's almost always wearing other people's. Beyond her tattered oversized reversible sweater she won't get rid of. And for important people like her principals,she will be wearing their colours. Like around Tony, she wears black pants, red sweater, and a gold broach, as casual, where around Maria (his mom) she wore a lavender sweater and pkatnium white pants.

It's kind of important for blending for her too. If she is wearing her Principals colours, she won't be questioned as much on why she is here. But, she also cares, despite herself.

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And I headcannon that the longer she has the shard, the further she will go when she accidently telleports out of danger and knocks herself out. This can lead to near -(should have died)-death and wakeing up in a new place, beacuse being uncouncious does not mean safe or patched up from wounds. When She learns to use it intentionly (involving math) and when not in danger( physical, although everyone says that the shard will one day probably drive her crazy, especialy if she keeps useing it to grab groceries and other mundane things), she becomes like a casual apperator in Harry potter. It won't protect her from everything, but it can be good for a saving throw.

She despratly does not want the wrong people to learn about it.

Headcannon two is that Tony who grew up with her in his life, is both kind of corrupted by her in some ways, and better at blending in when he wants to.

She taught him something about minute masks, and how other people behave, so sometimes he doesn't have to be Tony Stark, when he needs to be someone else.

She teaches him exactly what he asks. Which is why at age ten, Tony learned to drive. He's learned her signs, he's learned Martian, he's learned how to paint with a tablet, all beacuse he asked "teach me that".

Principals are some of the few people she meet who are meeting her for the first time too. Bodyguard conditioning may keep her loyal, but frindship keeps her honest. She is a closser friend then should probably be professional, but being a friend means you get in disguise and go crash a party your not invited to, or a movie, or bowling. Sure most people probably don't have observation tests after that, but it's a lot more normal then they usually get. That's how you learn that normal people don't all have hot tubs, and other important disguise tips.

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In another world, Tony Stark is raised by a Bucky Barns breaking his conditioning, constantly on the run from hydra. Red is a kid they occasionly take to the hospitial, and repays in false ID, cover in firefights, sabatoge, and teaching Tony Languages, math, science, and genraly chatting.

In a diffrent one, she is there, but Tonys goal is to rule the world to best protect it, and she will do anything to help him get there. He will be carried to the throne by her, as she cuts down those who try to stop him.

In another world, she is Jasper, and Tony is Hydra 's leader. Yet another has her an Hydra asset, and Bucky his bodyguard.

But Tony thinks the worst worlds, are the ones where he is alone. No Red to teach him, or tell him about Hydra. No Bucky to take him around the world, on the run, but happy. Just Him and Obie. Or possibly the female Tony and Obie, who designs better programs then he could dream about. Those Tonys always come off as bitter and lonley.

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Headcannon , Desmond got snaged by Templars when he went to go pick up borderlands 2 he ordered.

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Headcannon, Red deffinatly played videogames and other media from her world with Tony, so they are always referencing things no one else gets, as an in joke.

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Ok let's break this up so tumbler doesn't send it to space or something.

Sorry if you've already seen parts. The AU Red of another world. Perhaps the soulmarks of life-changing people.

I don't know how many marks she has, but her first one, that She meets (and in some Alternate Soul marks the only one) says "don't move" on her neck. That is of course, the robber who robbed the convieance store her cousin works at, beacuse whatever comes of that situation, it will be life-changing.

This wouldn't quite be cannon, beacuse she wouldn't quite say it this way I think.

Strays

Somehow she's picked up a tendency to adopt things. Did it come from her apparent adoption of Aeiden? Did his niece niece addopt her? Or Aeidens sister? Or did she adopt them into her life with him?

Perhaps its a learned habit from the strange rich people she hangs around with. She certainly is often an older sister figure to their children. And some orphans. Then possibly a generation or two of zombie appolcyapse survivors. Jacob and Evie. Countless dogs. A few cats. Her students. And Desmond.

It weirds her out more when the people around her seem to share this habit. Like Conner and their ridiculous amount of dogs. And the hospital she accidentally started. And his second child he adopted.

Her students and their pets, for clearly she has been a bad influence on them.

Not to mention Amanda (who seemed to want to marry Desmond). Or Tony, who had taken to adopting superheroes, and also Desmond for good measure. Or Thor who is just as bad as Clint Or her at bringing back stray animals.

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#desmond miles #red jordan ryan #writing #original character #assassins creed #marvel #tony stark #howard stark #maria stark

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alleywerewolfos · 8 months

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I want to write an essay on Mineru so badly but Ive already said things like a thousand times to friends

but anyway (this did get long oops)

I find it so so fascinating how close it felt like they really wanted to make her a sort of guide character like Fi or Midna but couldnt due to how the game works as being non-linear and 'go where you want do what you like' as possible (even though it also expects you to do some things within the story which is a flaw of it but we're not talking abt that right now)

She's in the Purah Pad the whole time but isnt able to communicate with Link for some reason until you find her headpiece and do her quest, which then leaves her inside the Spirit Temple waiting for you to progress to the last section of the game (summoning her she just acts like the other avatars, there's no special interactions for having her or anything which makes me sad)

The little lore tidbits you find through doing the passages in the sky add so many things about her I wish we could have seen, like how she immediately took to bonding with Zelda over their mutual interest in research of technology to a point she let her test run her inventions. She often negelected her own health, eating and sleeping, in order to work on projects with preseumably the time she worried about running out before making an acceptable body to pass her spirit onto

There's so much that makes her sound like a fantastic companion to have had if things worked out differently! I'm so sad we didnt see more of her and Zelda so that the interactions they did get would have had more impact

Maybe I'm also overly bias bc her whole thing reminds me so much of Spirit Tracks and thats my favourite game but hey...

#wrenn thinks #totk spoilers #totk

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july-19th-club · 4 years

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they're literally so close to comisserating on a shared trauma and being completely honest with each other for the first time in their friendship but noooo you gotta preserve the dramatic tension ashdhdhdjdj

#knowing that sammy has a preseumably-abducted fiance whose disappearance he traced to town takes a lot of the stakes out of this #but luckily it's the only spoiler i have #kfam

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harryseyebrows · 5 years

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I think Liam had a whole album done and then went back and scrapped it all and started again tbh. He was the first to sign and preseumably start solo work and all he’s done is a few singles. I think he spends too much time on an unnecessarily extensive promo beat for each single though. But I honestly think a lot of Liam’s delay comes down to confusion about where he wants to go and what kind of an artist he wants to be. I def think he jumped the gun on signing a solo deal.

you know what? i truly wish him the best. he’s a lil stupid and he’s said some dumb as fuck stuff but he’s harmless

#Anonymous

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royal-confessions · 6 years

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“It wasn’t long ago when the comment section of the Daily Fail was full of people who called the cambridge’s lazy and called the royal kids “benefits children.” After Harry and Meghan got engaged, all the comments are about what an “asset” Kate is and how they should have a fourth child (preseumably to bump Harry and Meghan down the line.) Meghan so far is doing great, and I hope that some people’s disdain for Meghan won’t let Will and Kate escape criticism for being worskshy in the future.” - Submitted by Anonymous

#Prince William #catherine duchess of cambridge #kate middleton #Meghan Markle

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hoshizoranoseirei-a · 4 years

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A. Hollis | Dark-Hunter OC

Muse Name: Alizair Jameson Hollis

Face Claim: Dominic Sherwood

Fandom: Dark-Hunter Realm

Age: 28

Birthday: July 25th

Species: Arcadian Wolf

Sexual Preference: Pansexual

Family: Chris Hollis [ father; preseumed dead], Leila Hollis [mother; presumed dead], Bellamy Hollis little sister; deceased]

Abilities: Shapeshifting [grey wolf], enhanced senses, healing and reflexes

History: Alizair Hollis is the only surviving child to the Hollis pack leaders, Christopher and Leila. Born six years before his sister Bellamy, Alizair was a happy child with his parent’s reaching him everything he knows. Unlike most Arcadians, Chris and Leila believed in harnessing the inner animal they were tied to, using the born talents while in human form as well as when shifted. Leila taught swordsmanship, her husband taught tracking. Alizair picked up both slowly, but he learned and grew, and over time, the young man was found training alone, honing his skills as a defender of his pack. His little sister Bellamy struggled to find the equality of human and animal, and young Alizair would take his sister to talk and remind her she was still a good person, even if she messed up. After a few years, the then sixteen and ten year old siblings had a tree alongside the nearby creek where brother could always find sister when she vanished. Alizair swore to protect Bellamy no matter the cost, if only to see his little sister smile.

One particular night, Bellamy had been given a lecture by her father and she ran off to the little spot she and Alizair called their own. Alizair found her there and let her cry and vent, eventually falling asleep alongside the little creek, Bellamy’s head in his lap. The smell of blood woke him. He moved to wake Bellamy and get her to safety, but they were cornered by masked men and women. He moved to fight, to make a way for Bellamy to escape, but as soon as she did, one of the men slashed her stomach with a sword. The sight of his sister bleeding drove Alizair into a frenzy, unleashing the full ferocity of the wolf within and attacking the intruders. By the time he was done, covered in the blood of his goes, Bellamy was struggling to breathe. He begged with her to hold on, but her breaths grew weaker as she told him “I love you, big brother.” and closed her eyes. Alizair was shattered, screaming as he cradled his sister’s body to him. When hours had passed, he finally found some modicum of strength with which to bury his sister, laying her to rest beneath their tree and carving her initials deep into the bark. His pack had been killed, he discovered, though why and by whom he didn’t know. He slowly buried everyone, a hard task for a lone Arcadian wolf. It took several days before he could finish, but his parent’s bodies were nowhere to be found. Alizair, unsure if he should believe them to be alive, struck out on his own to find them.

After five years, getting in and out of all kinds of trouble, he gave up hope that his parents were alive. It took a year or so before he finally started to build a life for himself somehow. He eventually got on as a bartender and his quick reflexes made him able to perform tricks and stop any potential disasters before they happened, so he makes very good money for the position.

#bio;; Alizair Hollis #c; Alizair #wolf's blood;; Alizair Hollis

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arirashkae · 7 years

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Touch Me And You’ll Sink

Main Characters: Lavernius Tucker, Vanessa Kimball

Pairing: Kimball/Tucker

Team: Medic

Square: Temple of Procreation

Rating: M

Warnings: consent issues (mild) of the type common to this trope

Word count: 2600

AO3 Link

“Did Santa say ‘the people of this planet?’” Emily mused over breakfast one morning.

Everyone at the table stopped, utensils in various stages of eating. “What do you mean?” Wash asked.

She shook herself, as if she hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud. “Oh! I was wondering if the Temple of Procreation could help get our livestock and wildlife to hurry up and breed! The poor things that are left have just been so stressed by everything that their cycles are all out of whack. And I don’t know about you but –” she gestured to her plate “–I’m awfully tired of fish.”

The “Heroes of Chorus” all looked to each other. Simmons looked up, trying to remember. “He said, ‘send the inhabitants of the planet into a sexual frenzy,’” he recited.

“Well, then! We just have to ask!” Emily’s tone turned chipper at the prospect of a meal consisting of anything other than plant protein and seafood. There were scout groups constantly on the lookout for stable hunting and foraging grounds, until they got their farms up and running again, but not much of their wild or domestic stocks had survived the war as food proved more and more scarce. “If there’s a way to dial in the Temple’s effects to certain animals, it would be very useful!”

Tucker shrugged. “Fuck, I’m game. No offense to the cooks, but if I never see another piece of seaweed on my plate, I’ll die happy.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I had a nice, hot hunk of beef laid out in front of me!” Donut added.

Everyone just groaned and resumed eating.

Three days later, Tucker and Kimball were standing before the Temple of Procreation, staring up.

And up.

“I swear to God, if you make any size comparisons or compensation jokes,” Kimball said pleasantly, “I will kill you and take the Key for myself.”

“Right, no jokes about alien insecurities. Got it.” Tucker skipped back with a laugh when she glared at him.

She sighed and shook her head. “Let’s just find out if this will work.”

“And that’s my cue.” Tucker pulled the hilt off his thigh and, with a sharp flick of his wrist, sent the twin streams of plasma out as if cracked from a whip.

It had taken him days of practicing (and maybe there were a few walls with new holes in them), but he was pretty proud of the maneuver. After all, if you were going to be activating the Temples that were going to save the world, you had to do it with style.

From the set of Kimball’s shoulders, she wasn’t all that impressed. Her loss. She was the one who decided to be his babysitter, after all.

Somehow, word had spread that Tucker was going to try to get the Temple to increase all the meat stocks. “Somehow,” indeed. Gossip was the only thing in the Universe that didn’t need slipspace to move faster than light. By the time breakfast was over, the whole army knew. Tucker had already hit the Temple of Bountiful Harvest last month, and the first crops were coming in nicely, but almost everyone was long past sick of only having only fish and vegetables.

(The medical team was thrilled that everyone was finally getting the proper amount of minerals and fiber, but even they were eager for something different.)

Everyone – except Tucker but they were ignoring him – had agreed that until they knew where Locus had fucked off to, Tucker wasn’t to go out alone. So he had at least one escort no matter how simple the job seemed. (He wasn’t sure if being saddled with Sarge or Palomo had been worst.)

Kimball had declared she was going with him this time. She said that she should be present, since ultimately the decision was her responsibility, whether it worked or not.

Privately, Tucker thought she was jumping at an excuse to get away from the migraines peace had brought. Running an army fighting for survival was very different from trying to build a peaceful, functioning society out of what Charon had left them.

(There was also the nice little fantasy that she had wanted to be with him, just in case they screwed up and the Temple pollened everyone. He didn’t dare mention it – he still remembered her threat by the lake – but it was a fun idea.)

“Lavernius Tucker.”

The alien AI materialized in front of them. Tucker sketched a salute with the Key. “Hey, Santa.”

He could hear Kimball roll her eyes behind him.

“Are you here to activate the Temple of Procreation?”

“Yeah … about that.” Tucker looked back at Kimball, but she just folded her arms and nodded for him to continue. Great. No pressure.

He cleared his throat. “This … whatever this thing does. Does it only work on people? Or will all the animals all start fucking like they’re bunnies?”

Santa tilted his head. “My creators built this Temple should they ever need to supplement a failing population. However, the field was tuned for them, and will need to be recalibrated for humans.”

“So it can be changed. Good.” Kimball finally stepped forward. “We want to target our livestock. We need them breeding as soon as possible.”

The AI shifted his focus to her. “You are not concerned about how your own numbers have diminished?”

“Humans tend to have notions about consent,” she responded drily. “And most of the people left are young enough that they’ll manage just fine on their own.”

“Yeah, we just want to kickstart the animals so we can get something other than fish sometime before the next ship decides to show up,” Tucker added. “So, uh, how do we do this?”

“The controls are within the center of the Temple. You can adjust the field’s target from there.”

“Great! Let’s get this show on the road!”

Several hours and a few false starts later (and there was definitely not a moment where Tucker almost activated the Temple to affect only humans, and he would swear to that to his grave) they had managed to dial it to anything warm-blooded that wasn’t human. They’d tried to get it more precise than that, so they wouldn’t have to listen to Grif freak out over an explosion of bats, but that was they best they could manage.

Whatever. Simmons freaking out over snakes would have been way worse, and Tucker definitely didn’t want spiders and bugs crawling out of the walls. Grif would just have to deal.

“Goodbye, fish and hello, stea and chicken cordon bleu!” Tucker crowed, stabbing the Key through the glowing symbol in front of him.

“Tucker–”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He waved his free hand at Kimball, as the light started pulsing softly. “It’s going to be months before any of them are old enough to eat. Let a man dream, okay?” She huffed a laugh, but didn’t argue.

The Temple started humming in time with the pulsing of the light. The light grew brighter and brighter in time with the sound’s rise in pitch and volume. Just as both sensations became almost painful, the light burst and shot through the walls – and preseumably beyond. In the silence that followed, the sahdows were almost eerie.

“Did we do it?” Kimball asked softly.

“We did something.” Tucker couldn’t resist adding,” Do you feel like jumping my bones?” Even through the helmets, he could see the flat glare she leveled on him. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Good call,” she said. “Let’s head back to the Pelican and report in.”

Ten feet outside the Temple doors, Tucker realized the swooping sensation in his gut wasn’t nerves.

“Um, Kimball?” He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the cottony feeling in his mouth and throat. “I … I think I forgot about something.”

She looked back. “What could you possib–” She stopped when she saw him leaning heavily against one of the pillars. “Tucker.”

“Don’t!” He held up one hand, stopping her from coming any closer. “I, uh, I don’t think –” the laugh he let out was high-pitched and a little hysterical “– I don’t think I count as fully human. Not after Junior.”

“If this is some kind of joke,” she growled.

“Gee, thanks, Vanessa,” he snapped. God, it was getting hard to breathe. “When have you heard me not take ‘Go to hell,’ for an answer?”

She was quiet for a moment. He could change that. No. Bad Tucker. Think unsexy thoughts. Think of Sarge and his crazy killer robot. Think of Caboose trying to cook. Think of Felix stabbing him.

Shit, now he wanted “we survived!” sex.

His HUD pinged to tell him she was accessing his vitals. Good. Now she could see just how fucking hot he was. Bow-chicka-

No!

He almost didn’t hear her approach over his panting. “I’m sorry, Tucker. You’re right.” She laid a hand on his shoulder, and he curled his own into fists before he grabbed her. “You stay here. I’m going to talk to Santa.”

He whined a little when she pulled away. Fuckberries, he should have remembered about that whole “alien chimera” thing. It had just never been an issue before.

He focused on breathing slowly. Kimball had told him to stay put. He could do that. Just had to breathe. Had to–

The jungle air should not have felt that cool against his skin. He dropped his helmet and slid down the pillar until his back was pressed against it. The temptation to pull all his armor off and start jerking off right then was almost overwhelming. Tucker rested his head back against the pillar, fisting his hands in the moss. He’d rather they were fis–

“Dammit!” He threw his head back, slamming it against the pillar. The pain distracted him momentarily, so he did it again. Maybe if he knocked himself out, this bullshit would wear off before he woke up. So he did it again.

Or, he tried to. There was a hand cradling the back of his head. Tucker pried open his eyes.

Kimball studied him, her head cocked to one side. “Are you trying to give yourself a concussion?”

God, her fingers felt good in his hair. Tucker didn’t realize he was leaning into her grip until he was almost nuzzling her wrist. “Thought I could sleep it off,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again.

Kimball’s hand tightened in his hair when he tried to pull away, dragging a whimper from his throat. “Sleeping for a week is usually Grif’s thing.”

“A week?” His eyes flew back open.

“I’m kidding. It should wear off by tomorrow.” Tucker whimpered again as she finally pulled her hand back.

“Fucking hell.” He dropped his head back, gently this time; she probably wouldn’t let him off with just a spanking if he hurt himself. That image had him screwing his eyes shut and smothering a groan. “The gang is never going to let me live this down. Wash is never going to let me live this down. And Church…”

Thoughts of Epsilon and his bullshit attempt at a “heroic sacrifice” distracted Tucker for a few moments. Wash had been so furious he’d refused to acknowledge the AI’s existence for a week. Training with the two Freelancers had been awkward as hell until Wash and Church finally had it out.

Tucker didn’t know what they’d shrieked at each other, but apparently they’d lanced something between them. Now when they weren’t pissed at each other, they were two peas in a pod. The two of them would just bounce off each other and never let him forget this.

Kimball grabbed his hand and dragged him to his feet. “We still need to report in. And you need to stay where I can keep an eye on you.”

“So you like to wa– dammit!” He grabbed his hair and pulled sharply. “Sorry! Just– KImball. Vanessa. I can’t– I don’t–” He whimpered again, swaying on his feet.

He didn’t know what showed on his face, but her whole demeanor changed as she straightened from retrieving his helmet. “Tucker. Pelican. Now.”

The steel in her tone sent a shiver down his spine.

He didn’t pay much attention to Kimball phoning home from the pilot’s seat; too much of his focus was needed to just to lean on the ohshit bars and not strip off everything. He’d managed to catch an “I haven’t shot or strangled him yet,” and he wanted to keep it that way.

Fuck, he hoped she hadn’t told him how stupid he’d been.

“I told Base we’re going to stay here for a few hours, in case there are side effects and we need to reverse everything. And yes, I know we can’t, but they don’t. At least not yet.”

Tucker giggled hysterically again. “S-s-side ef-ef-fects,” he hiccuped. “That’s one way to put it.” He dropped to the floor and laid his head on the seat. “Howzzit goin’ back there?”

Kimball crouched down next to him. “Dr. Grey says the field targeted all the animals we hoped it would. The chickens are apparently the funniest to watch.” She brushed his hair back, and he didn’t bother trying not to nuzzle her hand before it pulled away this time. “And she inadvertently confirmed what Santa said to me; it wears off faster …” she took a deep breath, “… if you stop trying to fight it.”

The words made sense, individually, but combined … Tucker stared at her blankly.

“I’m saying we can get this out of your system before we have to leave,” she huffed, looking down and to the side a bit. “I said anything that went wrong would be my responsibility and …”

Tucker couldn’t help it; he started laughing so hard he had to curl up on the floor to make the pain stop. “D-d-d-did you j-j-just offer to f-f-f-fuck me to s-s-s-s-save my rep?” His brain and his dick were conspiring to show him – in vivid detail – how that would go, so he just curled even tighter, dragging his thoughts out of the gutter. He was only marginally successful.

“I could just leave you here, you know,” she snapped. Kimball pulled her helmet off to look him in the eye. The flush on her cheeks could be embarrassment or anger; either way, it looked good on her. “You know half the team, if not all of them, would pile into the Pelican to come get you. I’m sure that would work out so well.”

The problem with a good imagination was it tended to offer up the horrible situations as easily as the fun ones. Picturing that helped cut through the fog a little. “You don’t have to–”

“I know I don’t. This isn’t permanent, the only damage would be to your ego, and frankly you could stand to have that punctured a bit. But I knew you had an alien son. It’s just as much my fault for not asking if that would make a difference. So I’m offering to help fix this.”

Tucker looked up at her, eyes roving over her … well, everything. Slowly, he nodded.

Tucker buckled himself into the co-pilot’s seat. “Hey, Kimball?”

She glanced up from her pre-flight checks. Their helmets and armor were back in place, but they weren’t enough to hide the tension in her shoulders. “What?”

“Just … thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Literally. Ever.”

Tucker snorted. “No worries. I remember where the lake is.”

It was quiet, but Kimball’s laugh was nice.

#for the sake of mobile users yes there is more #and i'm sorry tumblr mobile hates cuts #rvb bingo wars #team: medic #square: temple of procreation #lavernius tucker #vanessa kimball #tucker has microchimerism #so he's not *entirely* human as far as the temple is concerned #sorry guys but every time i sat down to write the smut #real life happened #when i get the chance to write it i'll post it in separately #and edit in a link & reblog this one #my writing #rough cut fic #sex pollen for chorus

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fantastic-fantasy-fanfics · 7 years

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CYRANO

Request: N/A

A/N: I came up with this idea after watching a Valentine’s special so I thought this would be in honor of Valentine’s! (even though it’s no longer Valentine’s day). Also, sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I haven’t had any requests and I hadn’t gotten any inspiration for a fic until now.

Preseum!Steve x reader

Word count: 1696 (way longer than it was meant to be)

Summary: Steve isn’t the most articulate person in the world, so he thought he could write his feeling down in a letter. His efforts were fruitless… that is, until you discover the numerous discarded letters in the trash.

Warnings: Extreme fluff overload

(GIF not mine)

It had been a long day. It was Valentine’s day and the whole restaurant had been packed full of lovey-dovey couples. You barely got to sit down the entire night, you were too busy running around, serving up platters of food, trying not to drop the delicate glasses of wine, and not tripping up the other waiters and waitresses. But, at least you got some good tips out of all of it.

You slammed the door to your apartment, hung up your jacket, and dropped your million-pound purse by the coat rack. Slipping off your killer heels, you drudged into you and Steve’s shared bedroom. You and Steve had known each other since highschool but had been dating for the past three years. Well, three years, five months and six days, but who was counting? It was hard to believe it had been that long, you still remembered when Steve had first asked you out.

You were in the park with him and Bucky. Bucky was lying on the grass, just enjoying the temperate weather, Steve was busily sketching something, and you were feeding the ducks that swam in the little lake. The whole time you were there, Bucky kept making weird looks at Steve, but you didn’t pay any mind to it, you didn’t really want to get involved with whatever antics they were up to. Once you had turned around to sit by Bucky, but he swiftly shoved Steve into you, effectively knocking both of you over, nearly causing you two to land in the cold water of the lake. Like the gentlemen he is, Steve helped you up. As soon as you were standing on your feet, Steve timidly offered you a daisy, slightly crushed from when you fell over. Steve was shaking worse than the autumn leaves hanging over your heads, his skin was pale and clammy, and he couldn’t even look you in the face he was so nerve wrecked! He asked you out to the movies with a tremoring, unconfident whisper. Obviously, he was nervous to ask you out because you were his good friend and no girl had ever accepted his offer before, so naturally, he assumed you’d reject him like everyone else and stop being his friend. But, you smiled widely with a giggle, happily accepting his offer, and gingerly taking the daisy from his hands.

He was the cutest thing. He barely talked the entire date he was so finicky. But, by the end of it all, he gathered enough courage to hold your hand in the theater as you watched the news reels in between features. Once he walked you back to your home, Steve kissed you on the cheek and handed you a special gift. He placed the most darling little, heart-shaped locket you had ever seen onto your open palms. You still had that little locket. You had a picture of you and Steve tucked away in it, and every time it hung around your neck, the pendant would dangle above where your heart is. it was for that reason you rarely ever took it off; it was like Steve was always right next to you. In fact, you were wearing right now.

You wandered into your bedroom to change into your nightgown and pass out face down on the bed. But, you caught sight of something odd in your peripherals. The trashcan by Steve’s desk was overflowing with envelopes and unfinished letters. Tons and tons of papers were stuffed into and tossed near the metal can. Steve was not one to write letters often, so seeing this many stacks of paper thrown away was very unusual.

Letting curiosity take over, you knelt by the wastebasket and picked up one of the envelopes lying on the floor. It was empty, but on the front, in sloppy handwriting, the words ‘to my beloved (Y/N)’ were written on it. Setting that envelope down in your lap, you picked up another one off the floor surrounding the little trashcan. ‘To my muse’ it read. Setting the two envelopes aside, you dug out one of the unfinished letters and began to read.

‘My benevolent (Y/N),

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?’

The letter stopped there. You picked up another one, throwing the one you just had over with the two envelopes you read previously. The next letter was slightly longer, but still unfinished.

‘Dearest (Y/N),

You are more than words can describe, more than the tongue could ever express, and more than the mind could ever comprehend. You are more-’

The letter cut off mid-sentence. Piling up all the materials you had already read, you dragged the waste bin closer to you, enabling you to sift through the huge jumble of trash easier. You found another one, with quite a few sentences crossed out.

‘My beautiful (Y/N),

There is no possible way for me to describe how much I love you. You are more pretty radiant than a rose. You are far more kind and generous than the earth itself. You are more caring than a mother bird You are the most wonderful dame girl woman that I’ve ever met.’

The letter ended there. Absentmindedly, you start playing with the heart pendant of your locket as you chose another letter to read.

‘Dear (Y/N),

I’m not that great with words, but I just wanted to say that you’re the most amazing person to ever exist. You chose me out of everyone else on the planet. Not only that, but you chose me when no one else would even spare me a passing glance. You’re so kind and so sweet and so great and so-’

Once again, the letter is cut off rather awkwardly. This time you grabbed a handful and read the various scattered notes scribbled onto them.

‘(Y/N),

I think you’re great and I wanted to say-’

‘Sweetheart,

You’re the smartest and prettiest and kindest girl I’ve ever met. You’re so loving and so astonishingly sw-’

‘Doll,

I’ve written a thousand letters, trying to put my feeling onto paper, but it just isn’t working, but You deserve to know how I truly feel about you,’

‘Dear (Y/N),

You are way too good to/ for me-’

‘Dear (Y/N),

How do I even start? You’re amazing, you’re simply wonderful, you’re the bestest (is that even a word?) thing that’s ever hap-’

All these letters were addressed to you. Every. Single. One. All of them were love letters. Some were formal, some were poems, some were little casual notes, some were only two words long, some took up whole paragraphs, but all of them- were for you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at doll?” a familiar voice called from behind you. It was Steve, standing in the doorway, carrying some of his art supplies under his arms. You sat there, unable to answer. How would you even answer? You were literally digging through the garbage. Sure, you were reading Steve adorable and heartfelt letters, but it was still weird for anyone to be looking through the contents of a trashcan. “I uh…” you stammered, holding up the letters to answer him without saying words; turns out neither of you were good with words. Steve’s eyes widened and his face turned a deep crimson at the sight of his crummy letters. “You uh… yo-you weren’t supposed to see those…” Steve admitted, keeping his head down as to avoid eye contact. “But they’re so…” you took a deep breath, unsure of what to say next. The letters were so kind and so thoughtful, why wouldn’t Steve want you to see them? “But I like them… love them, actually…” you squeaked, cramming the paper back into the wastebasket. “But… but I wanted you to see something else…”. Something else? Steve sat his ginormous sketchpad on the bed, flipping through the pages ‘til he got to the one he wanted. “This is what I really wanted you to see…” Steve sighed, gestured to his watercolor and pencil sketch. It was beautiful.

It was a drawing of you and Steve, laughing, with your cheeks squished together. It looked just like you; from the nose to your little stray hairs, to the color of your eyes. You were smiling a bright smile, your eyes were radiant and sparkling, and your whole face just shone with pure, unadulterated happiness. The whole thing looked not unlike the photo you kept in the locket you wore so proudly.

“I couldn’t compare you to a summer's day because you’re prettier than that. I can’t compare you to a rose, you’re more elegant than that. I can’t compare you to the moon and stars, you’re far more brilliant than that,” Steve explained, unintentionally sounding like a suave Shakesperian poet, “I can’t capture you or my feelings for you in words, so I thought I could capture you in a work of art. Though, you’re already so much more of a masterpiece than this is,”. You felt like your heart was going to explode you were so elated. He really thought that way of you? With one joyous bound, you flung your arms around Steve’s neck and pressed your lips to his. You poured as much love and adoration into that kiss as you were physically able to without hurting yourself. Steve hesitantly placed his hands on your hips as he happily returned your romantic gesture.

Pulling away, feeling as if the breath had been ripped from your lungs. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes, you just wanted to sit and feel the euphoria and love that surrounded you two. Finally opening your eyes, you stared into Steve’s gorgeous baby blue eyes. It was almost like you were staring into his soul; sweet, innocent, and kind. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose, “I love you more,” you rebutted playfully, going in for another, more passionate kiss.

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