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#the realization that I didn't give him ANY body hair makes me sick..#also.. think my game may have crashed before her got saved to my library 🥲🥲#slightly afraid to open the game and check#i needed to update my graphics drivers#my screen kept going black after some update#smh#the sims 4#ts4#*ugly
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Here for the angst of neglected batsis, imagine or hc them of moving out if the house when they are 18 and let's say they meet some spirit and they have their memory wiped and transfer to the marvel universe to restart their life and more happy, then the dc/marvel merge together because of a big threat and batfam sees batsis is heavily pregnant and married to our favorite deadpool charater Colossus?
How would they reached if batsis just can't remember them and keeps on telling them they have the wrong person?
I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. Guess who's back!! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I haven't had the motivation to write until recently. Also OOC warning bc I don't really know him well besides the Deadpool movies. I almost freaked out bc I haven't used the tumblr website in so long and it got updated so I thought I lost all my drafts. So glad they're still here, whew. Not beta read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!
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It's been a year since moving into your apartment and you couldn't be happier. College was going well and you were taking classes you enjoyed. However, you haven't made any friends yet which led you to spend your free time reading or surfing the web. Jason didn't come by much due to having his own life and vigilante things, which you understood. It didn't mean you couldn't be a little bit sad about it though.
Even though you were enjoying your life, you still felt as if there was something missing. You'd been trying to figure out why you had felt this way but nothing came to mind. Any time you tried to brush off the feeling, it came back stronger. You did your best to ignore it and continue on with life, but it was always there, nagging you.
It had been a long day. College was so stressful. Your professors kept hurling projects at you that had deadlines that were practically impossible to meet. You just wanted it to end already and be on summer break. Then, you’d be able to sleep how long you wanted to without the fear of being late for class or forgetting to complete an assignment.
You sat down at your desk and pulled out your laptop, preparing to continue an essay that was due in three days. Suddenly, you began to feel nauseous. Confused, you attempted to ignore the feeling in favor of completing the essay. A few seconds after trying to focus on your laptop screen, you saw a bright light.
"My child, you will be saved from this life." A strangely comforting voice said.
Then everything faded to black.
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"Hello?!"
A voice. A voice? But you live alone and no one has the spare key to your apartment. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning and quickly shutting them again once a bright light blinded you.
"Oh you're alive, thank God. Can you speak?" Whoever this was seemed to have been panicking before, slightly less though now that you had indicated you were alive. You groan as you push yourself up off of what seems to be concrete. Concrete? You're definitely not in your apartment. You crack your eyes open again, this time with less difficulty, and come face to face with white lenses of a mask. Blinking again, you register that the lenses are attached to a red material with black lines.
"Ah!"
"AH!" The figure yells and jumps back, startled by your sudden surprise.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.
"What do you mean? I'm Spiderman." His voice was a bit high pitched, he sounded like a teen at most.
"Spiderman? You've got to be joking. There is no Spiderman. Go home kid, crime fighting isn't a game." Sure, you may be a hypocrite, seeing as you are an ex-assassin who began learning how to kill at around 5, but at least you had training. What did this Spiderman have? From how startled he was, you assumed he had barely been trained, if at all.
“What? I'm literally Spiderman! I'm Queens' hero!"
"Queens, New York?" You thought you'd still be in New Jersey at least.
"Uh yeah. I don't think there are any other places called Queens that have a Spiderman."
"Again, Spiderman? Seriously? You couldn't think of a better name at least?"
"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Spiderman!"
"Sure kid, keep telling yourself that."
He was about to protest when suddenly, someone else dropped into the alley.
"Hey Spidey, who's this lovely lady?" A person in an all red with black suit with two swords on his back and guns strapped to his waist called out. The person seemed to be a male, around 30 years old.
"This 'lovely lady' is very confused. Who are you?" They keep multiplying, and you'd never seen this person either.
"Did you hit your head or something? You've never heard of or seen Deadpool? The most handsomest, most awesomest, funniest, killer crime fighter?"
"Uh nope. Also, I'm from Jersey, how did I end up here?"
"Good question. What's your name?"
"Oh, it's-" You stopped in confusion. "I actually don't remember. It was just at the tip of my tongue but I don't remember."
"Oh great! Amnesia! Just what we need. I'll let you handle her Spidey and I'll go stop some bad guys, 'kay?"
"What! No, don't leave me here!" Deadpool was already sprinting away.
"Let's get you to the base. Colossus and the others will know what to do."
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They did not, in fact, know what to do. Colossus sent Negasonic and Yukio to contact Professor X, while Spiderman went to contact Tony Stark (I'm still emotionally scarred from Endgame so no, he won't be dead, this is my fanfic and I can keep him alive if I want to) and Deadpool went back out to patrol. You were left alone with Colossus.
Uncomfortable silence sat between you. Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Colossus broke it first.
"Do you remember anything at all?"
"I'm... a college student. I live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, I think. I used to fight crime until... I don't know, it's fuzzy. I'm an ex-assassin who has been training since I was 5. That's all I remember."
"You can remember that but not your name?"
"Look, I don't know okay? I don't know what's happening or why I can't remember anything else. I want to remember who I am, but I can't. And it's so... so frustrating! Your suspicion is understandable, but it is not helping."
"I apologize. This is a stressful situation for you. I will be more considerate."
"Thank you."
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They could not figure out what happened to you or why you suddenly appeared in Queens one day. Your memory remained fuzzy, so you were stuck. As time passed, you and Colossus grew closer. You became so close that he told you his real name, you became a couple, and you got married. Seven years passed, you were 25 and you'd been trying for a baby. You both felt the time was right and that you'd be able to handle parenting.
Colossus came home from work one day, spent and tired. There you were, waiting for him at the door as usual.
"Hi my love, long day?" You fiddled with the positive pregnancy test behind your back.
"Yes darling, when is it not?"
"Well, we're going to have to figure something out, because there's no way I'll wake up every night to take care of our baby."
He looked confused, then realization hit. "You're..?" He looked so happy and hopeful, you couldn't contain your happiness. A huge smile lit up your face.
"Yes, we're finally going to be parents!" You pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up to him.
He laughed a joyful laugh, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes as he embraced you. It must've been infectious because you began to tear up too. You remained in each other's embrace for a while, just existing in the moment. Time felt irrelevant as you basked in your shared delight.
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8 months later, your belly had swollen and grown. Everyone was happy for the both of you. You and Colossus were both eager for your little one to arrive. You'd both decided to wait for birth to find out the gender. It didn't matter to you whether it was a boy or girl, just that they were healthy (gender's a construct anyway). The pregnancy had been going great so far, but this time of easy-going was about to get ruined by your husband's job.
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Your world had merged with another because of some cosmic threat. Great! Your husband would be preoccupied trying to fix the situation, which meant that you'd be alone. Selfishly, you wished that they could let your husband stay with you so close to your due date, but you knew he had a role to play in saving two worlds.
Seeing your loneliness, Colossus decided to bring you with him to the Avengers' base. He hoped you'd be able to befriend some of the people there. You entered the compound and your eyes were drawn to some men standing beside a set of double doors. They all had suits on, black hair (one guy had two white streaks in his hair) and most had blue eyes, except for one man who had green eyes. He was also noticeably the darkest of the group. They felt familiar to you, especially the man with green eyes. Have you met them before? Who were they?
As your husband was discussing some details about the meeting, you couldn't help but watch the group of men. Not knowing why you thought you knew them annoyed you. As if they could feel your eyes on them (they could), they turned around in sync and locked eyes with you.
Their eyes widened and they all exclaimed your name in various degrees of disbelief. They rushed over to you and your husband protectively stepped in front of you
"How do you know my wife?"
"Wife?!" Some of them shouted. They were beginning to cause a scene.
"You're pregnant." The one with green eyes observed. He seemed to be having some sort of crisis.
All their eyes darted to your belly, making you uncomfortable. You placed your hand over your stomach and attempted to discretely hide behind your husband. This did not go unnoticed by them.
"You don't remember us?" The shortest of them questioned.
"No, I've never met you guys." You were very confused.
The man who appeared to be the oldest said your name. You stared at him as he studied your eyes, presumably to see if you were lying. It made you feel vulnerable and unsettled, couldn't they leave you alone?
"We're your family."
The guy with the white streaks in his hair scoffed. "You didn't treat her like she was family. I was the only one who cared for her when she was younger while you all ignored her and let her suffer. I'm glad she doesn't remember what you all did to her. She's clearly living a much better life without you lot in it."
This was getting more confusing by the second, although you felt there was truth to his words. Did you forget these people? They seemed very convincing if they were lying.
"I'm sorry but I really don't remember you guys. Maybe you have the wrong person?"
"No we don't! You disappeared one day and now that we've finally found you, you're saying you forgot everything!"
"That is enough. Please leave my wife alone, she does not know you, and she does not need the unnecessary stress of trying to remember people she's never met. Do not approach her anymore." Colossus guided you away from the men, who stared longingly at you. The heartbroken expressions they had after your husband's speech would follow you often. Were you sure you'd never met them before?
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#batfamily#batfam#batfam x reader#dick grayson#bruce wayne#jason todd#avengers x platonic reader#colossus#colossus x reader#tim drake#damian wayne#batfam x neglected!batsis!reader
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Bad Teachings (Pt. 9)
Older! Miguel x Reader
WARNINGS: Slow burn, Relationship building, mild angst, friendship establishing, spanish learning with Miguel. Mild sexual innuendos, Age gap implied.
Summary: Instrospection and more bonding with Miguel.
A/N: Forgot to update this week. Hope you enjoy c: Thanks to my beta reader @oharasmommymilkers00 ❤️
Previous Pt. 10
—Remember that time when we agreed to take that Accounting class but we got it canceled last minute?
Oh god, don't remind me. Statistics was worse. Nearly fail that one, nearly tear my hair out of the stress.—
—You looked cute when stressed.
Ahh, shut it.—
—It's true. And look how gorgeous you've turned.
You just wanna get in my pants—
—I'm polite enough to take you out on dates before that happens, mon cherie. ;).
—If you want to, of course.
You chuckled at the message and covered your flushed cheeks. Same sly dumbass that had asked you to date him after one of your worst days in a class. His clumsiness had been one of the things that came in handy to conquer you.
Sometimes you often wondered about the what ifs and what not with Simon. And so far he had shown you nothing but kindness and respect. He'd be straight forward. Just like Miguel.
But Miguel was a bit cryptic when it came to his words. His warnings left you pondering and surmising over your current situation. He seemed unbothered by the whole thing. Rather amused and borderline intrigued.
As if waiting for a chance to prove himself right. But in truth, it was his own way to say 'I'll let you experience this for you to trust your gut more and learn to not be so gullible over pretty words' He was teaching you a valuable life lesson without actually intervening too much. Not that you knew anyways.
A life lesson that he had learned in the worst way possible. Sometimes deciphering him was a true challenge. You thought that things would be different considering the two of you had shared his bed. Not once but twice.
And again, he seemed unbothered by it. He was cautious, a bit too reserved with certain things, but honest. A bit too blunt, but somehow, an enjoyable company despite him having the personality of a black cat sometimes.
He was true to his words of hating formalities once a line was crossed. At least he thought of you as a reliable person. Your heart had leaped a bit too fast upon hearing those words and his reassurance.
The buzz of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts about Miguel.
—Want us to go to a date? A proper one, I mean.
Simon had sent and you couldn't help but stare at the screen.
Probably in another timeline it'd be Miguel asking you such things. But in this you were sure that he was currently working, cussing in spanish to his useless coworkers in his mind. The thought made you chuckle.
He knew what he wanted. But it didn't mean you were in that personal list.
Right?
He didn't seem the type to be actively seeking for a partner either. You sighed.
You didn't know anymore. Conflicted as you were you typed back a reply.
Sure. Next Friday night at 7. —
Maybe trying to figuring him out wasn't your duty. If he'd want something, he'd tell you. And so far the silence from his end regarding such things made it all clear. Friends. That's what you two were and his actions only reinforced the thought.
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"Birdie?"
"Hm?"
Hobie threw in the hoodies in a box as you packed up the ceramics and fragile objects. He had asked your help to make some little renovations here and there back in the shop.
Despite the paintings that adorned the local were cool and part of the subversive aesthetic, they were fading and were in dire need of a retouch. Just like the front desk you found him in sometimes.
"Lately you seem to be up in the clouds a bit too much. You ok?"
"Oh yeah. Just had a rough day at work. Glad I'm here."
Hobie kept putting things inside the boxes, the voice of Conor Mason echoed through the place as he sang 'Animals' with his band, Nothing But Thieves in the background speakers.
"Do you have any particular favorite food from here, Hobie?"
"Wish the rich could be edible, but doubt they'd be good tasting. They're shitty as they are." He shrugged nonchalantly, "I settle for that little dinner two blocks away on east from here. Gotta luv me a good strawberry shake and chips."
"That actually sounds good."
"Innit? Might take you and the mates one day."
You chuckled. "Sounds good."
"How's the friend making thing going?"
You put all the watercolors in a box labeled with the provider's name.
"Oh great, actually. Met with an old friend of mine. My ex from college actually"
Hobie's face deadpanned and rolled his eyes. You huffed in disbelief.
"Geez, seems everyone has an opinion on him lately"
"He's your ex for a reason, birdie. Just saying"
Your face puckered, "We were just... friends that kissed back in college if I'm honest with the status. The Boyfriend-Girlfriend thing was merely honorary"
"Still, an ex." Hobie pointed out flatly, again.
"We barely saw eachother in between classes! Then he left to his homeland to finish his career."
"And that is?"
"Industrial engineer."
Hobie's brow quirked in derision but smirked
"And what about the big bloke?"
"Big bloke?"
Hobie brought the ladder and soon began dismantling the hooks the clothes were on
"That big, mean dog looking bloke that helped you with the door?"
You giggled at his description. They'd probably wouldn't like eachother that much and would hate to be in a Get Along T-shirt.
You opened a new text chat with Miguel and typed quickly
I know you dislike texting, but I finally had the time to open up my photography profile. —
You hit send after copy pasting the link to your media profile and put the phone back on your blazer's inside pocket. He'd take a while to reply.
"Oh? You mean, Miguel? What about him?"
"What does he do for a livin'?"
"He's a geneticist"
Hobie grunted "Must be nice for him to fuck around and find out with nature."
"He seems passionate on his work. Workaholic even."
Hobie stored the ladder and sighed, "Or he's trying t'cope."
"Cope? With what?" your face puckered
"Thought you knew him." He shrugged.
Even though unintentional, Hobie's words just reminded you of how little you still knew about eachother. And so far you still kept doing the effort in knowing him more.
You groaned to your insides to then let out a heavy sigh.
" It's complicated. I'm in... We are in the process of getting to know eachother and I don't want to push him into doing things he feels uncomfortable with."
"How old is he?"
"Fourty two."
"He'd tell you if something is wrong. Still, smells like dady issues."
Your cheeks grew warmer and your eyes widened at his words.
"It's not like that! He was my teacher. My dad was pretty loving and attentive by the way."
Hobie just laughed and you hit his shoulder playfully.
"To each their own, Birdie." He raised his hands in defense, "Jokes aside, the bloke seems good. Bitter but good."
"He is."
There was a little smile on your lips that vanished as a couple entered in.
A tall, black man with honey eyes and a kind face, a little afro ontop of his head and a soft stubble, a smile that only stretched upon seeing Hobie, followed by a blonde young woman with her right side of her head shaven and her hair with a pink ombre on its tips. Hand in hand.
"Miles! My man."
Hobie smile stretched genuinely as he hugged and gave him a secret handshake.
"What's up, Hobes?"
"Hey, Gwendy."
The both gave a heartfelt hug and then Hobie gestured towards you.
"This is Runway Girl. Corporate slave"
With a playful scoff and a roll of your eyes, you introduced yourself properly with handshake. Both looked in their fresh twenties.
"Nice to meet you both."
"Ready for new paintings?"
Miles spoke as he placed his backpack on a nearby table. Hobie explained that Miles was the artist that had painted his place. That they had known eachother for a couple of years, after all Hobie had moved to Nueva York a while back, surfing through apartments until he settled in your building.
"Please tell me he's doing graphic arts in college"
"He went for physics"
Gwendy, or rather Gwen spoke as Miles and Hobie chatted through new ideas on the paintings.
"Did he?"
"Yeah, the art-thingy is just his own business."
You couldn't help but groan
"God, I feel so useless and old right now."
Gwen giggled
"Totally get you. Barely on my twenty-one and I feel like I need to step up my game. Or I'll die."
You giggled. After a while of witnessing Miles skills on the grafitti, you told everyone their goodbyes, earning a little tease from Hobie and how obedient you were for da system. But truth was that you had been skipping meal prepping costing you a little splurge of money on food.
Once home, you changed into your pj's and removed your makeup, followed by the little ritual of a skin care routine.
The constant drip dropping in the kitchen's sink made you annoyed . No matter how much you tried, the leak kept flowing.
You snapped a picture and reported it to the landlord. Just as Miguel's name popped on your screen. Fingers padded at his chat box.
—Impressive, specially these two from this album.
He sent you a picture of a tied up man, black and white. Despite the bdsm-ish undertones in it, you had kept it classy and esthetically pleasing to the eye. Those had been your first essays back in Photography 101.
The other one was a hand holding a chain, connected to the model's collar. Same black and white setting.
Didn't know you were into this sort of stuff, Mr. O'Hara —
—Told you to quit calling me that. Are these your creation entirely?
Of course. Had to bribe a classmate with a week worth of burgers to get these pictures, he knew bondage. —
— Well, it was really worth it.
You know?... You could be a great model for me 🤔—
—No.
Not precisely this sort of theme 🙄, dummy. Just pure portraits. —
Wanna practice them. And you happen to have a photogenic face.—
—Do I now?
You sighed and rolled your eyes with a little pink on your cheeks.
Sure. Are you in or... —
—Lemme think about it.
You were about to type when he beat you to it.
—Gotta go. Long day tomorrow at work. You have talent. Keep it up.
Thanks! GN. -
—Goodnight, guapa.
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Even though you were in a meeting your attention wandered to the pretty skies out the window. A mix of blue, peach and a dash of lilac painting the endless blanket of clouds above, extending past your vivid imagination.
Some clouds had shapes. Or at least you tried to create 'em. A bowling man, a fork with a huge star in it. A bee in a skull.
Your lips curved involuntarily at the mental image, within a blink of an eye you were back on the meeting. Julius sure knew how to lead a team, but when it came to speeches he'd lose a crowd's attention span almost immediately.
He dismissed your team for lunch break.
Food was enjoyable. After all, no pleasure should make feel oneself guilty. You had prepared some Asian food thanks to a new YouTube channel you had found by mere coincidence as you were trying to add new music to your playlist.
You went through your phone media while eating. You updated to some stuff, liked some posts, laughed at the dad joke level memes, and checked on your new profile media.
A couple of comments in the ethereal flower themed album, some others in L'Art Du Bondage, the bdsm aesthetic album. And to your surprise a couple of new followers. The name m.oh2099 made your brow to quirk.
You stalked the profiles but so far the only that looked like a bot was the 99 one. No data or pictures. Deciding to ignore it, you resumed back to your eating.
The scarf was almost done, and by almost done you'd mean halfway there. As much as it pained you to use the first thing you created for other purposes, you were sure that this new one would look and would be built better. With a much more less error margin and something that was actually wearable.
Your mind rambled through the thoughts and soon you were back to your work. Making briefs was like an automatic process for you at this point.
And soon, you'd continue pouring yourself over work until you reached three thirty pm. Friday evening, seemed like a good chance to wander the city again. This time however, an idea popped in your mind.
Your legs crossed underneath the table as you sorted through your contact list and dialed Miguel's number.
It took a while, he didn't pick up. But returned the call almost immediately.
"Aló?"
His gruff and terse tone made you purse your lips
"Is it a bad time?"
You heard some shuffling and papers being crumpled
"Not really"
"You sure?"
Miguel sighed, "I'm sure. What is it?"
Taking a deep breath you spoke "I was going to city wandering today, and I thought it would be fun if you'd came. To relax us a bit. You sound stressed."
His sharp cheekbones rested on his knuckles with a softer expression upon your words. He was about to bring Simon into the conversation but gave a mild grunt as his joints popped together. His ass sure was sore to be spending the whole day correcting and approving projects.
"Sure. Need to stretch out my legs. Me duele el culo de estar sentado todo el pinche día." (My ass hurt from sitting all fucking day)
He grumbled the last bit to himself with a creasing face.
"Okay? Uh, see you at the same parking lot of last time then ."
"Right."
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He was there when you arrived to park the car. You put the lock and walked towards him.
"Sorry for making you wait, had a little brief in last minute."
You pulled out your phone and soon both started walking. You let him to go ahead for a couple of steps. You snapped a first picture of him looking with deep eyes over his left shoulder your way. Gray strands shone under the dying sunshine rays.
" What are you doing?"
"Taking natural portraits of you."
He crossed his arms and you snapped another picture. His upper lip scowled at the suddenness of the whole thing. He wore a navy blue shirt, black dress pants and shoes with his ever trusting matching belt and his glasses.
"Let's go." You giggled and took his arm.
You snapped more on the way, He crossing the street as you snapped one behind him, earning a good shot of his back. People stared at you both as you walked by, everytime he seemed to protest, you took another picture, and that's how you both discovered a new treasure.
A little French café. The sweet and coffee aroma instantly assaulted your noses once you came closer.
"Wanna try it?"
He just pushed your lower back inside.
Large glass windows with simple decor, a warm chocolate and beige color on the walls and the outside chairs and tables, scattered in the front. The name 'Belle Vie' printed in brown san serifs capital letters on the beige large tent in the entrance.
A couple of people filled in the outside tables as the inside was full. Seeing the different desserts in display on the front made you curious.
"I'll get this one. You invited last time." You spoke as you pulled your little hand purse as he took his wallet.
"Not a fan of that."
"Too bad."
You smiled and pulled him closer. Of course, he'd order a black coffee and a slice of French flan. You asked for a hot chocolate and a croissant to dip and went outside to occupy a table.
You had already took some pictures of the desserts and the place. He smiled at your eagerness.
"I now understand why you like wandering the city"
"Hope you're having fun"
You smiled before immersing yourself into editing the pictures as your order came. You giggled with a mischievous grin as you tweaked his photos.
"I think it's polite to pay attention to the person before you, guapa"
"Gimme a minute"
Your fingers slid and tapped dexterously and he leaned towards you. He called your name with a voice you knew too well. His teaching voice.
"Yes, sir?", You blinked dumbly and snorted, correcting yourself as you looked up at him "Yeah?"
You were pulled out from the instant trance as he pried your phone from your hands with a little smirk at your default reply.
"H-Hey! "
"Pon atención" (Pay attention)
He warned you while waving his index finger at you.
You gulped and stilled. Immediately looking at his expression. Smug, but serious. Like the one he gave you when saving your ass from failing his class at the library years ago.
"May I have my phone back, please?"
"You can chat all you want with Simon later"
That broke the sudden spell as you deadpanned
"Uh, what? No! I was editing your pictures. Give it back, please."
He chuckled with satisfaction plastered all over his face.
"Quick lesson. Say por favor." (Please)
"Por favor?" You tried as your tongue rolled with the words, making him laugh gently and you to pucker.
"Glad you find my ignorance in spanish amusing."
"Ah, no te enojes, preciosa. Im just kidding" (Don't get worked up)
He cleared his throat
"Look at my lips and how they move. Try to copy that movement"
And oh you were looking. Plump lips moved as he spoke, his voice making your brain tingle.
"-Por favor"
Again, you repeated the word and he seemed pleased that you didn't butchered the phrase.
"Relax your jaw. Let loose your face muscles." One hand cupped your jaw and he squeezed softly, making your lips to pout as you giggled.
"That's better. The tongue rolls better when you're loose"
"We're learning Spanish, right?"
You both chuckled and he let your face go with a soft look in his eyes.
"Of course. Show me the pictures"
"I happen to need my phone for that."
"And what do you say?"
"Can I have my phone back, por favor?"
He smiled and handed the trinket back to your hands.
"Gracias."
His eyes widened a bit and you giggled, "Thats the only phrase my brain could keep in the past two days. "
"You're doing good."
"Gracias."
With a bashful smile you finished the retouching and showed him the pictures you took of him.
"See? You're photogenic"
It was his time to give a shy smile.
"You're not used to be taken pictures."
"I don't like em much."
"Too bad. You're a natural at this. A bit more of production, my professional camera and my. The shots I could do with you."
"You can do better than this old man."
You rolled your eyes at the comment with a scoff.
"You're not old. And you look good. I'd say you're in a beekeeping age"
His brow quirked, "What is that?"
You shrugged with a smirk "That's your homework."
The waitress apologized for delaying as she brought your order. The treats instantly filled in your lungs. She suggested to put some whipped cream inside the chocolate. That it tasted better.
You sat to replenish your energies with a contempt smile on your faces. The sky was gorgeous, you were having a good time, the drinks and treats were delicious.
You could see his tense shoulders slumping at the taste of the coffee and Flan. You snapped a final picture of him about to eat a piece of Flan.
"That's my favorite" You showed him the picture without editing. He looked relaxed and borderline inlove with the coffee taste.
"I'm keeping it."
Just as he was about to take a picture of you, his eyes wandered away snatching all his attention to something. More like someone.
Mahogany eyes trailed after hot magenta. He put the phone away as his eyes followed the woman.
"Miguel?"
His attention was elsewhere and you followed his looking. Nothing out of the extraordinary but a group of people.
A tall black man with a lovely and fashionable coat, a woman with a hot magenta pixie-punk haircut and shimmery cinammon skin doing some shops, and a group of young adults with a dog. Nothing out of the common, except the pink haired woman.
You shrugged
"She's so pretty" You'd mumble casually as you dipped your croissant on the whipped cream mix chocolate, ignoring the subtle mood swing on Miguel’s face.
His eyes casted down to his coffee, the bitterness hitting a bit too hard as he sipped it, so he took a large chunk of the Flan to appease the rioting taste buds.
You attention full on the sweetness and pastries before you.
"Thanks for coming. Means alot."
He cleared his throat with a rasp and shook his head briefly.
"Thanks for inviting me. It was good."
His attention going back to you, despite his mind chanting to look up again, and when he did, the woman was already gone.
It wasn't a hallucination. He knew what he saw. You lips moved to say something and then smile.
A flurry of questions knocked at his mind's door, the noise coming too strong and his breath hitched.
"How do you say look at me in spanish?"
"Mírame"
You nodded.
"Miguel?"
your voice was pulling him out the unpleasant trance he got himself in.
"Hm?"
"Mírame" even though the accent was still there, he looked at you. Many emotions crossed his eyes, confusion and discomfit taking the lead.
"You ok?" He nodded.
He wasn't ok. Not when ghosts of his past came back to haunt him in such a subtle way that had rattled his mind. .
"I'm fine, guapa."
For once, he lied to you.
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Phantom of the Night
Chapter 1
This will be a 141/female oc, with possible variations down the line depending on the route I take with a pairing.
Updates will hopefully be once a week, depending on my work schedule. So thank you everyone for being so patient with me!
Hope you enjoy!
~Masterlist~ -Next-
The helo finally started its descent. The front of the vehicle housed a quiet man with a bright smile as he spoke into his headset to the only other person in the air with him. The woman sitting behind him held onto her seat with a joyous laugh at the man's jokes.
“Nik, stop or my stomach is going to burst!” The woman was finally gaining control of her breathing as he landed on the helipad perfectly. Not that she expected anything less from the Russian man who had become a friend over the course of the last few years they had known each other.
With a deep chuckle, Nikolai shuts everything down as she unbuckles herself and starts to gather her backpack and two large duffles, dropping them to the ground out of the door before tossing another duffle towards him.
“Come on, Nik. We’re already late because of you.” She joked towards him, jumping down from the helo without difficulty. Funny now that she thinks about it; she had seen recruits hit the ground like a sack of potatoes more times than she could count, and here she is able to do it in her sleep most likely.
“Says the one who made me late, Kitty Kat.” He rolled his eyes and followed after her onto the tarmac.
She shook her head at the nickname, taking the hair tie out of her hair to let her braid out of its bun and grabbing her bags to find her way through the new base in search of only one person.
The two of them were attracting many looks, Nik seemingly used to it, but the woman next to him was definitely uncomfortable with the eyes on her but kept her head up as they made their way through a set of doors.
Nikolai stopped at a standard wood door, knocking before walking right in. The woman followed behind him and set her bags right next to the door before looking around the room.
It was a moderate sized meeting room of sorts, multiple swivel chairs scattered around a large mahogany table that took up a majority of the room. Two fairly large men were standing in the corner farthest from where Nikolai and Kit were at the door, one of which sported a black balaclava with a white skull imprint on the front and a UK flag on the front of his tac vest, while the slightly shorter man had some sort of weird mohawk and an SAS patch on his chest. There was another man, younger than the other two, dark skin and short hair sitting on the opposite side of the table.
There was a TV stand set up in the corner behind an open laptop between the larger men and the youngest, with the woman the pair came in looking for was standing. The person in question was standing just behind the small screen, an average size woman in her mid forties with brown hair pulled out of her face. She was standing hunched over the laptop with a man in his mid to late 30’s, brown mutton chops and some kind of odd looking fisherman hat.
A boonie hat? She hadn’t seen anyone wear one since she was younger.
“Kate Laswell, good to see you again, old friend.” The woman finally spoke up from next to Nik.
The older woman across from her snapped her head up to the voice. Kate's hard set eyes softened after taking the other woman in for the first time in what seemed like years, a smile appeared on her face as she relaxed slightly at the sight of the 5’9” woman.
The woman next to Nikolai had dark hair that tumbled down her back in a long braid, piercing silver eyes that seem to observe everything all of the time, and olive skin that was only disrupted by the sight of freckles across her face. She wore a grey long sleeve shirt under a camo jacket, black cargo pants and boots expertly laced up, with a small neck wrap tucked into the back of her jacket,
“Captain Felis. You know it is always a pleasure.” Kate walked around the man next to her, holding her hand out to Felis, to which Kate was pulled into a much needed hug.
Both women checkled as they stepped back from each other, Kate turning to address everyone else in the room but looking towards Nikolai.
“Thank you for the safe travels, Nik. I appreciate not being thrown from a plane this time.” Kit nagged, shaking his hand before he nodded with a chuckle.
“One time, Kit. Laswell, Price, a pleasure.” Nik turned and walked back out of the door and shut it behind him.
Kit sighed as he left, looking back towards the group in front of herself and Laswell.
“Captain Felis, I'd like for you to meet Task Force 141. This is Captain John Price,” Kate motioned to the older man she was conversing with before Felis came in.
Price walked around to shake Kit’s hand, with her returning the firm handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Captain Price. Most people just call me Kitty, or Kit.” She shrugged with a gentle smile.
“This is Lieutenant Ghost Riley,” He motioned to the larger man with the skull mask. “These are my Sergeants, Gaz Garrick and Soap MacTavish.” Price nodded towards the younger dark skinned man as Gaz, and the mohawk as Soap.
Kit nodded to the three of them, recognition flashing in her eyes at their names, having seen their files from Laswell a few months prior to being requested on this particular base.
Laswell waved her hands towards the table to get everyone seated. Kit took a seat closer to the door with her back to the far wall and the door in her line of sight. Old habits die hard.
Price sat next to Laswell at the other end of the table, with Soap sitting next to him, Ghost standing behind them and next to the door, and Kyle sitting to Kit’s right on the other side of Laswells and across from Price.
“Gaz, Soap, Ghost. Captain Felis is going to be your doctor on base, and a field medic when needed.” Laswell passed a folder to Price, most likely Kit’s if she guessed correctly. “As well as a strategist and stealth specialist.”
Kit took a deep breath, leaning her elbow on the table.
“I hope that’s the redacted version, Kate.” Kit chuckled softly, meeting Laswell’s eyes.
Laswell shook her head with a gentle smile. “As if you’d give me access to any other.”
Both women laughed softly together, much to the confusion of the four men in the room.
“And don’t worry, boys, I know how to handle myself with anything thrown at me. That’s a guarantee.” Kit shrugged, eyes meeting everyone's gaze head on with no fear.
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@bcolfanfic number 1 enabler so heres some Curt/Ken tenderness for the late night crew
Sequel to Bcol's
and immediate sequel to my drabble here:
Curt can tell when Gale has fallen asleep because the entire house seems to take a breath. He lays in the guest bedroom still in his clothes from the airport. From the gym. Hadn’t even stopped at his shoe-box apartment to change out of the loose black joggers and shirt with his nametag. His windbreaker wasn’t nearly enough for the Wyoming winter.
“John had a gun.”
Janie’s got a gun Janie's got a gun her whole world’s come undone from lookin’ straight at the sun.
Curt taps the tune out on his chest and glances over at the blinking alarm clock. Only Buck and Bucky would still have an honest-to-god analog clock in their home. But it’s comforting in a way, reminds him of childhood where things like suicide didn’t yet exist. Three-thirty AM. The witching hour his mamo would say and blow a kiss to the Brigid's Cross over the door frame. It’s late, painfully so and Curt’s eyes are so tired they feel covered in sand. But his body is wired, wide awake; fingers stained from drywall and fresh paint flecks.
The hole was patched.
The aftermath was going to take a lot longer to fix.
Now that Janie's got a gun, she ain't never gonna be the same.
His phone chimes suddenly and he tugs it from his pocket. He knew he was hot shit but a Grindr notification this far out in the middle of nowhere was a surprise. He swipes past it without even looking. Ken’s name is at the top of his list, several unread texts from hours ago left unanswered after Buck’s assurances.
New York was two hours ahead of Wyoming. The sun would be rising there.
He tries to tell himself he doesn’t need to talk to Ken. It just felt right to update him on their friends. It wasn’t about Curt and whatever comfort he needed from the younger man. You didn’t seek comfort from things that meant nothing. So it was nothing. So he shouldn’t reach out.
Besides, he shouldn’t text Ken so early when the other man was probably deep asleep, shouldn’t text him and make him feel guilty for missing any updates on Bucky. He flicks his thumb up and down, hovering over the cracked-barely-beyond-use phone screen.
“Fuck it,” he mumbles, exhaustion and dialect blurring the words together into a mumbled ‘fuggit’.
He flicks out of imessage and opens Discord. Ken’s icon was lit up, the scrolling text below it taking Curt a moment of squinting to decipher. He wasn’t old, he was tired thank you.
KennyLemon playing Among Us.
Sweet boy, Curt thinks and then pulls a face at himself. His stomach untwists the smallest amount.
The discord call rings for all of half a second before Ken’s voice comes over the phone.
“Curt?”
His stomach untwists just that much more. “Heya Kenny. You should be asleep.”
“I couldn’t.”
That's what Curt loved. Liked. Hated. About Ken. He was so sincere it was sickening, cracked his damn molars with it. How he’d made it through everything without bruising that tender center of his beyond repair was a wonder to Curt. Like a peach, one Curt was more than used to sinking his teeth into.
You got one juicy ass Lemmons.
“Curt.”
“Yeah Ken?” He liked it when the kid said his name. Made something in his chest go all soft and gooey like chocolate.
“I said, how’s Bucky and everything else?”
Curt blows out through his lips, tries to exhale every bit of breath in his body until he could sink into the mattress and hide from this whole damn day.
“Brains all where they should be.”
Sometimes it was good to be vicious. It kept him from feeling too much, feeling too tender. He was a New Yorker, take away his meanness and he’d be a hermit crab without its shell.
“Jesus, Curt.”
“I dunno what t’ tell ya Kenny. He’s halfway across the state where we can’t talk to him. Buck’s half dead from exhaustion or shock or both. I spent half the night patching a bullet hole in a wall my best friend tried to put in his head.” To his shock, his vague horror he feels his throat closing up, his eyes growing hot with burning tears. “Fuck.” He sits up, wipes his eyes violently and tries to yank his jogger leg up to get the straps of his prosthetic. The soft fabric catches on the plastic, on the velcro, on anything it can find. “Fuck,” he spits again just because he can.
“You okay B?” Ken’s voice was so soft and tender Curt wants to bare his teeth at it; just to protect himself. He does, only cause the other man couldn't see and so it wouldn’t hurt his feelings.
“Can’t get m’damn leg off.” He mumbles, feeling hot shame mingle with the frustration. It was all grief anyways, hidden cleverly behind the mask called complex emotions.
“Wish I was there. I could help you.”
Curt closes his eyes. Sweet boy. Wish you were here too Kenny.
He didn’t catch feelings. Was renowned for it, prided himself on it. He kept things casual because it was better that way, could see the way Ken was skittish as a stray kitten at the idea of anything real. He wasn’t about to go wading around in someone else's shame, but it did hurt in a special sort of way knowing the fear Ken battled with.
“It’s pretty tense here right now anyways. Probably for the best youse not.”
Kenny’s silent for a long time and Curt tries to swallow his regret, finally winning the battle with his leg and dropping it to the floor with a pointed thump. Take that you bastard. “Yeah you’re probably right.”
Aw Hell. “It’s not that I don’t want you here Kenny.” He says haltingly, rubs a hand through his hair he still liked to keep short, “I just- I want you here a lot. First thing I wanted to do when Gale finally went to bed was call you.”
“Oh.” Kens voice was a little shaky.
Gentle gentle, be gentle with him Curt. His ma’s voice; always lecturing. You’re too rough Curt, Slow down Curt. Don’t push good things away just cause you’re scared Curt.
“Just so you don’t forget.” He finishes awkwardly “I like havin’ you around.”
Curt thumps AC/DC against the hollows of his ribs.
Little lover, I can't get you off my mind, no, Little lover, I've been trying hard to find.
“You’ve got a real way with words Curt.” Ken teases.
They laugh, Curt pitching his low so as not to carry through the too-empty house “If y’wanted a poet you wouldn’t be with me.” He teases. A question hidden in a statement, the first time he’d dared acknowledge there might be something.
Because fuck he wanted Ken here. Couldn’t lie to himself now that he was hearing the younger man's voice over the phone. Wanted to tuck him against his side and bury his nose into those curls; sweet smelling and warm. Wanted to press him into the mattress and remind himself that they were alive and things were okay. Ken was sweet and sugar, sometimes Curt swore he licked it off the man’s skin. Whispered it into the shell of his ear as he ground his hips into Ken’s ass until there wasn’t a single ounce of space between them.
“You taste like dessert Lemmons.”
Curt grunts and adjusts himself. He couldn’t help his brain, his drive. But it felt beyond wrong to start anything right then and now.
“Yeah,” Ken smiles. Curt can tell. Ken smiled with his words and his body, just just his sweet mouth. “You’re right.”
Too sweet, too sincere. It made him violent, made him want to bruise and mark and tease. He rolls onto his stomach with a groan, pressing his face into the mattress and counting backwards from twenty.
“I wanna fuck you Kenny.” His words are muffled into the duvet but still legible.
Ken sucks in a quiet breath, Curt can practically hear the other man blush.
“You’re just sad and scared B.”
Curt squeezes his eyes shut so hard dots spring up behind his eyelids, his throat burns hot and it takes him several breaths to stave off the tears.
“Yeah.” he mumbles “But I still wanna fuck ya.”
Tug his curls, lick his stomach that wasn’t quite flat despite his fit state (Curt liked it that way). Kiss him til his lips were swollen and red. Red as his pretty curved cock when Curt took it to the root and slipped two fingers inside. Ken liked his fingers, he said. Liked how thick they were, the way the callouses caught and dragged inside him. The strength of them, liked to wrap his lips around middle and index and drag his tongue between them until Curt lost hold of his already thin control.
“You don’t gotta fuck away all your feelings sweetheart.”
It’s not bitter or reproachful, Ken’s statement. It’s gentle and kind. A reminder out of love, a lever opening the floodgates on the things Curt tried to keep in control.
He gasps. The bed sheets are wet with tears, his nose running with snot. Fucking gross.
“I dunno how t’ fix this one Kenny.” he whispers “The goddamn bullets still in the wall, rattling around in there like a fuckin ghost. I asked Gale if we should try to get it out and the look on his face-”
“You can’t fix it for them.”
“Whatdy-”
“You can’t,” Ken insists. “You can hold ‘em up and support ‘em and do all the things Gale can’t manage right now but the only one who can fix Bucky is Bucky and the only ones who can fix Buck and Bucky are themselves. You can’t put that burden on yourself or you’ll crack and all youse will end up resenting each other.”
“When’d you get so smart huh kid?”
“I’ve always been smart, and don't get weird on me.”
Curt sniffles loudly and grossly that Ken remarks on it, making them both laugh.
It’s Buck and Bucky he owes his life to, who he would lay down his own for. But right now he doesn’t know what he’d do without Ken Lemmons.
It’s a sobering thought, a terrifying thought; one he can sit with for only a few moments before he’s drawn into that reactionary headspace of fuck, bite, take this tender thing and force it inside your ribcage before it hurts you.
Kinda fucks you up when you’re raised that drinking a guys blood is the ultimate act of devotion.
“I miss you.” he says and fuck him he means it.
“Take care of our boys and come home soon B.”
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You should make a legit copypasta for CD
okay so i want to begin this by saying that i didn’t download any mods for this, i can even send my files if someone doesn’t believe me. the most i’ve got is downpour and that’s it. i check my file integrity regularly and it’s always 100% safe. like i said i can show proof and i understand that someone might not believe me because this is Crazy
i opened rain world but immediately started feeling like something was off, because when i went to pick a campaign they were all reset. i thought that maybe it was a bug that accidentally switched me over to a save file i haven’t played on, so i went to go and switch it back, AND IT WAS ON A FOURTH SAVE FILE. ?? like, i wasn’t sure if i missed an update or something, but it was a little weird. i got curious and decided to try playing survivor. For the first few hours everything was completely normal, just like your usual rain world playthrough. Until i reached Five Pebbles.
because ok, i know this doesn’t make any sense but it WASN’T five pebbles. i didn’t see any rot. i didn’t see any creatures in the exterior, actually …. the name of the region was a red rectangle. and everytime i would shelter it would say “Cycle ???”. It was really really weird but i wasn’t freaking out just yet. then i went into the structure itself and i swear it was like it didn’t properly load in. There were so many red rectangles and a bunch of missing graphics, it kind of hurt my eyes if im honest … it was like the enot campaign but worse??
The music was in reverse too and kept glitching out. Then my slugcat started bugging out because i would click a button and it just wouldn’t move sometimes. Well anyways it was scary but i was curious so i kept going and when i got to the chamber i saw a glimpse of some red black and white iterator and then my game CRASHED. Like immediately. when i tried to open the game again it wouldn’t work. i checked my steam to try and reinstall the game but it wouldn’t let me DELETE IT. I kept clicking the button and nothing happened.
NOW im really freaking out because after that a popup appears that says “running CD.exe” and I CAN’T CLOSE IT EITHER. i didn’t know what kind of program it was so i panicked and shut down my computer before it could finish downloading. When i turned it on again instead of the usual booting up sounds it was SCREAMING but like glitched out electronic screaming and instead of my loading screen it was just red. i almost turned it off again but then the loading screen disappeared and it was my usual desktop, so i waited to see what would happen.
AND GUYS. GUYS. MY MOUSE STARTED MOVING ON ITS OWN. AND IT SOMEHOW OPENED RAIN WORLD EVEN THOUGH THE GAME WASN’T OPENING BEFORE. AND THEN ANOTHER POPUP APPEARED AND IT JUST SAID LET’S PLAY TOGETHER. i started freaking out SO HARD i shutdown my computer again
im honestly still so scared i dont know what to do. Im scared to go back into my room. please guys if you’re playing rain world CHECK WHICH SAVE FILE YOU’RE PLAYING ON and if it is on save file 4 DO NOT START A CAMPAIGN! DO NOT PLAY THE GAME JUST TURN IT OFF OR DELETE IT!!
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DUCKVEMBER DAY 18: Zealous Duck (Part 1)
My original plan for this was to write something with Mighty Ducks Canard and what he’s up to in limbo but then I remembered at 15 I hated the guy so I really want to spend time writing a story about him. Lolololol.
Instead I’m writing about my Ducktales/Darkwing char Agent Gemini wheeee. Gemma for short.
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“But why are they after me?” the gray feathered finch child whimpered as Agent Gemini helped her up on her motorcycle.
“Nothing that is your fault. I can get you somewhere safe until my backup arrives,” she replied as she quickly got a helmet onto the child. She had the child secure in front of her and then turned on her bike. She looked over her shoulder seeing the van coming barreling down the road in the distance.
“My mom and dad are going to be worried when I’m not home,” the child said softly before Agent Gemini sped them away on the motorcycle.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have you back home soon,” the agent tried to comfort the child, “what is your name? You can call me Gemma.”
“Loxi,” the bullfinch answered before letting out a screech when Gemma had to make a sudden sharp turn.
“It’s okay. Sorry about that. I’m trying to lose these guys before we go somewhere safe,” the agent stated. She kept trying to talk to the child to distract her, “Loxi is a pretty name.”
Loxi ignored Gemma’s small talk, “Are they after me because I can sometimes move things? Without touching them?”
“Ah, that could be but it is still not your fault. They are wrong to come after you for that. I’m gonna make another sharp turn,” Gemma warned the child before taking a hard right, “They shouldn’t be bothering you at all.”
“There was a sub nurse at school today. She took my temp-ra-chure with one of those forehead things to do it. But the screen didn’t show numbers like they do,” the child explained, a little bit shaky. Gemma turned her motorcycle into a construction site in hopes of losing the people tailing them.
“Oh, do you think that is one of the people following us now?” the agent questioned, “What did they look like?”
“Uh… brown hair, duck like you but tall?” Loxi didn’t know what answer to give to that. . She was a child and didn’t know how to give a description to identify a threat.
“Okay, that does narrow it down a little,” Gemma said in a tone not to discourage the child’s minimum description, “was she wearing any unusual jewelry? Anything stand out?”
“No.. noo. But when she checked my temp it didn’t give a number. It gave some rhyme about someone named Tituba?” Loxi explained. Gemma made a little ‘ugh’ sound as she realized who may be after the kid.
“That helps a lot. I know who’s after us now. You’ll be fine,” the agent replied. There was a certain sect of paladin she knew about that would go after young distant descendants of magical persons and creatures. It was a logical conclusion that she was dealing with them, “I’m taking another sharp turn.”
The child braced herself for another rough turn. When Loxi looked up she saw that the agent was headed directly into a black iron fence. She didn’t have a chance to scream before the two of them and the motorbike just drove through the bars like it wasn’t even physically there.
“Sorry, I should have warned you about that too. We are almost somewhere safe. I think we lost them, “ Gemma gave an update to the child. She slowed down her bike and was glancing over at the building nearby.
Loxi peaked out again to see they were in a cemetery. Gemini was looking over nearby mausoleums.
“This is the safe place?” the child questioned as she saw where they were.
“Yes, I’m looking for a certain symbol on one of these buildings. Ah, there!” Gemma pointed to a corner of one of the mausoleum. There was a carving in the lower corner of the stone was carved a hand horizontally holding a large floating peacock feather, “ Can you see that?”
Loxi tilted her head Gemma drove closer to the building, “Yes! I can. Can other people not see it?”
“Yes, it's an old symbol to show a place that is safe for people like us,” Gemma explained to the child, “Anywhere you see it has a safe place inside. Can you open the door for me please.”
The duck brought her bike to a stop. She helped the child off the motorcycle. Loxi looked at the double wooden doors on the mausoleum with uncertainty at first. Though they were heavy, the child opened it with ease. Gemma waved for her to go inside before she pushed her motorcycle in.
Once inside, the agent closed the door behind her. She felt around the left side of the wall. A light above came on that looked like an old filament light bulb.
“Are there really dead bodies here?” Loxi asked in a tone that was curious instead of being grossed out.
Gemma looked over the lines of brass plaques on the walls that had names for the bodies shelved there, “Yes. We are safe here though. They won’t be able to find you here.”
Despite what the agent had said, both of them heard a cracking sound outside. It was a short distance away. Gemma put her pointer finger to her bill to let Loxi know to be quiet. The people pursuing them were driving their van through the cemetery.
Agent Gemini was sure she had lost them earlier. She suspected since this group was a form of witch hunters that they had knowledge that a cemetery would be a good safe area for a good magic user. This was the closest cemetery to the chase so maybe they decided to just wander in.
Gemma’s motorcycle was enchanted to go through walls and not leave tracks so they couldn’t have tracked her that way either. Her heart sank when she realized she made a big mistake. She had to be riding on the bike for the enchantment to work. The agent had pushed her bike into the mausoleum for the last few steps. There could be a clear tire track coming into this building. She hoped the protection enchantment on the mausoleum itself would hide that.
As the van drove by, a sudden blinding blue light lit up on top of it. It was like a UV light. It rotated on top of the vehicle like a lighthouse beacon. The van stopped and two people got out, still leaving a third person in the driver's seat.
The agent motioned to Loxi to go to the back corner of the mausoleum. Though the building had no windows, Gemma had heard the van stop and footsteps approach. One of the hunters started kicking at the door. When the wood would normally bend at the force instead a yellow glimmer showed up for a moment. Protection magic reinforced it.
“Stay here,” Gemma whispered as softly as she could to the child. She then got onto her motorcycle. The agent turned on the bike and then went through the back wall of the mausoleum. It went through the wall no damage like the enchantment allowed.
The agent then turned and drove to the front of the building, “HEY! If you want the girl you have to get me first!”
She revved her motorcycle loudly. At full speed without a ramp she was able to jump the bike across the front of the van. It dented the hood and caused the bottom of the windshield to fracture.
Like Gemma had wanted, both hunters got back into the van before the vehicle pursued her. She took a sharp turn at a large statue. With that maneuver she was hoping they’re van would hit the corner of the statue and perhaps cause a good amount of damage to it.
They did knick the corner of the pedestal the statue was on. The statue wobbled but did not fall onto the van. Gemma kept going straight, eyeing for trees that were close together for her to drive through. Hopefully that would make them wreck their car.
What she didn’t expect was another vehicle coming out of nowhere and stopping in front of her. She didn’t stop though. She drove right through it. Spying the inside of the van a moment, she saw maybe TV screens and wires. She was about to be clear of the vehicle but there was a sudden pull and drag. It was as if something had grabbed the back tire of the motorcycle and stopped it from running.
Her bike was now stuck with the back wheel in the van. Luckily, all of her was on the outside. She had to leap from her ride and start to run. For being a bean build duck she could run fast. The question now was could she run fast enough to outrun a truck. A truck that now had a motorcycle stuck in the side.
The agent’s main goal was to get them as far away from the kid they targeted. They might know the child was inside the mausoleum but there would be no way to get in. Loxi was safe.
Gemma made a turn towards a large statue to go behind. Her intent wasn’t to hide since the van would see her go there. The next move to make was to force the people in the van to get out.
As the van drove by the statue it then u-turned to come back at the agent. Like a game of cat and mouse, Gemma made sure to now get on the opposite side of the statue. If the van was going to ram it that would be their stupid choice.
She knew she could take down three paladins easily. When the van sped past the statue a fourth person she had not seen yet jumped out the open side. This guy was much bigger than the other three, and had strange metal gloves on. The agent wondered if those hands were what grabbed her rear motorcycle tire. Some sort of item that canceled out that enchantment.
One of the regular sized paladin also jumped out of the van before it came to a stop. Gemma glanced at the two hunters that were squaring her up. They didn’t lunge in for attack. Instead they waited to see what this rogue agent would do.
“Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot,” the agent was now going to try a diplomatic approach, “I’m the Cryptid Chargehand for this district. St. Canard is my protectorate. Which you should know means I mediate the actions of hunters and the arcane in this area. Your actions right now are unacceptable and against the guidelines. You need to stand down now.”
“We do not recognize your status. Even if we did, you are no Chargehand. We observed you interacting with SHUSH earlier,” the larger hunter replied.
“Can’t a woman have two jobs?” Gemma gave an exasperated sigh, “If you do not back off right now I will be more of a problem than the child ever would be.”
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Lloyd Hansen x Black Female Reader
readers worlds collide…and her past finally catches up to her
warnings: kidnapping, angst, cussing and Lloyd in that outfit above
Sidenote: guys, fuck I wanted to re post this after I first posted it but I felt bad bc people were already liking it and stuff so this is it again! Lol it’s me. I rushed to post it before and I have to re do posting it, I wasn’t feeling the rushed vibes. I will eventually delete the other so if you liked that one or reposted pls like this instead! 🤍
also have a part 2 planned!!
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YN stirred, her body stretched and arched, she felt heavy, the kind of heavy similar to waking up after a surgery. When you have to fight just to open your eyes. It felt like a ton of bricks laid on top of her. Her one hand rubbed at her eyes as the other danced around trying to figure out what she was on. Her mind automatically registering she was on a soft surface.
Within moments her heart started to race as her memory came back to her.
Hours before
“Lloyd please tell me what’s going on” she begged into the phone she had been handed by the tall man in front of her.
It was only moments before when she walked into her loft apartment in Amsterdam’s canal district from her weekly visit to the Van Gogh museum that she found her place flooded with heavily armed men.
She went for her gun in the desk near the front door managing to shoot one of the men in the chest and leg before a man she recognized as Lloyd’s “acquaintance”, the closest thing he had a friend she ever meet, stepped into her line of sight. Hands up in mock surrender.
He told her he was going to hand her a phone that had Lloyd on the other end, while the wounded man complained about his leg. His vest saving him from a fatal shot.
“Sweetheart I need you to go with them” he told her calmly once it reached her ear.
He was watching from Croatia, he had to admit to himself he was proud she managed to almost kill one of them, they were some of Lloyd’s best men.
“No, not until I know what’s going on Lloyd!” She yelled into the phone. She was scared, she had no clue what was happening and she needed to make other calls before she just disappeared to wherever Lloyd was taking her. People who would worry about her.
He surely hadn’t disclosed all the information about what he did for a living to her.
She looked down at the gun in her hands as she realized she hadn’t been entirely truthfully to Lloyd either but she had her reasons. The rules she lived by that kept her safe.
“I’m sorry sunshine” He said bringing her back to the present moment.
Her eyebrows furrowed at his comment, before she felt the needle prick her neck and arms grab her body as her knees gave out while everything turned black.
Lloyd watched from his seat in his room countries away as her eyes fluttered close and her body went limp, falling into Rick’s arms.
“I’ll say this one more time because I enjoy saying it, anyone other then Rick touches her outside of saving her life, I’ll fucking send your hands home to your mother” Lloyd said smiling at the camera’s as he watched his men file out of her apartment.
Present
Her eyes snapped open as she took in the room she was in. It was stunning as the late afternoon sun or maybe morning? She wasn’t sure anymore, filtered through the curtains of the large windows. Definitely old, more then a century or two but we’ll taken care of with lots of modern updates. To her right was a set of computers and multi screens with a chair. Everything was black. There was a door open that looked like a bathroom and another open door that looked like a closet with clothes. At the foot of the bed was some clothes and towels. A cart with her favorite fruits and pastries stood not to far from the edge.
Lloyd she gritted out as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand. She had to grab the bed post when her knees slightly bucked. She took a deep breathe as she took her time slowly waking her body up.
She made it to the stand alone tray when she looked down and noticed a note, a simple piece of paper folded and sitting on the plate. Her fingers ran over the smooth paper as she read the handwriting.
“I’ll be back in a few, stay put sunshine”
Her eyes were rolling before she could stop herself as she tossed the note down.
She didn’t bother changing her clothes as she headed to the door of the large bedroom she was in. Pulling the knobs the door sprung up.
There stood 2 men, one on each side of the door, both heavily armed.
One looked down at her before moving his hand to his walkie.
“Don’t you dare!” She said as threatening as she could. She didn’t want Lloyd getting a heads up that she was awake, she knew he’d come right away. She didn’t know where he was or what was going on but she needed a few minutes to try and process this.
Both men shared a look, clearly unsure about what to do now that she was awake.
“Take me to him”
When neither man started to move she scoffed and turned on her heel heading toward the middle of the long corridor that lead to another.
“Ma’am-“
“If you won’t take me to him, I’ll find him myself!” She yelled over her shoulder.
She had passed countless heavily armed men and women. With each step down the endless hallways her stomach dropped. This place was more fortified then Fort Knox. Everywhere she looked there was people armed, even out the window, helicopters and trucks and stations all armed. People roaming the grounds.
What the fuck was going on? Did the fucking world end and she didn’t know? Was there a zombies apocalypse? She shuttered at the thought, zombie apocalypse was her worse fear.
She needed to find Lloyd so she could find what what was going on. Some of the men and women gave her curious glances and some didn’t seem surprised by her at all.
She couldn’t miss the occasional glare of jealousy from both sex’s,she couldn’t blame them Lloyd was extremely attractive even with his porn stash. Her pussy clenched at the thoughts that ran through her head about how much he lived up to that stash. The man should’ve been a pornstar.
Focus YN! She scolded herself, she couldn’t let her mind wonder when the feeling something really bad had happened spun around her stomach like a roller coaster.
She came to a slow stop in front of a door More men were guarding, one of the men was Rick. She glared at him, still not ok with what took place before.
“Is he in there?”
He nodded yes, his left hand covering her path to the door and his right reaching for his ear piece. She had planned to wait while he contacted whoever, but when she heard yelling that sounded familiar she took her chance and ducked under Rick’s arm and pushed the door open as fast as she could.
She could hear Rick curse under his breathe as he came in after her.
She made it a few feet into the room and out of Rick’s grip when she noticed Lloyd’s familiar frame. The black sweater stretching over his broad back.
“What the fuck is it now” Lloyd yelled before he turned slightly on his heel to see who intruded in on his interrogation.
“Shit” He said under his breathe, he wasn’t used to the feeling that stirred in his stomach, she wasn’t supposed to be here, in this room, right at this moment.
If Lloyd was being completely honest with himself this wasn’t how he planned for this to go, for her to find out this way but there was no undoing what she walked in on.
Her eyes left Lloyd’s, dare she say surprised one’s, to see the man and young girl sitting on the bed. The young girl clutching onto him. It took her a moment to register what she was seeing.
Her sister Claire and Uncle Donald.
Her stomach dropped, what the fuck was going on?! Her uncles hands that were clutching the younger niece were bloody. Bruises littered his face.
It can’t be.
Lloyd wouldn’t.
Why?!
This doesn’t make sense.
“Now sunshine-“ Lloyd spoke as he slowly neared her, she looked spooked like a skittish horse that would run any second.
And she did, right past him, pushing past his out reaching arm. She basically threw herself into her families arms as they held onto her. Her sister clutched to her as she cried.
Lloyd bite his lip at the sting of her pushing past him.
“Oh honey I’m so sorry they go you too” her uncle whispered in her hair.
“Wha-what?” She asked confused with teary eyes. Who got her? He couldn’t be talking about Lloyd. What was Lloyd?
“Honey-“
“Alright that’s enough!” Lloyd yelled stomping towards them.
“Leave her alone!” Her sister yelled, holding her older sister tighter.
“Please tell me what’s going on-“
“He’s-“
“Let’s go sunshine” Lloyd said cutting her uncle off, while grabbing her arm.
Her uncle tried to push Lloyd away only to feel the end of Lloyd gun smashed into his skull. He felt the slight trickled of blood as the impact made him fall back into the bed.
“Lloyd!” YN yelled pushing his arm away from her as she went to aid her uncle.
Another sting Lloyd thought.
“He’s working for the government honey, he was going to kill-”
YN watched in horror as Lloyd’s fist came down on her uncles mouth, instantly blood started to pool in his mouth as he coughed and held his jaw.
“Lloyd!” YN screamed as her sister started to scream and cry.
“Let me go!! Let me go you fucking asshole!” YN yelled as she pushed at his arms.
“Can’t do that sweetheart, now let’s go” Lloyd said hosting her up into his arm. His arm had her hooked by her under arms pulling her backwards.
She kicked and screamed trying to get away from him.
“Calm down!” Lloyd yelled at her as he turned her towards him, holding her by her shoulders.
“No!” She yelled as her hand came across Lloyd’s face, the loud sound of skin on skin contact made the room go still. Everyone held their breathe as they watched for Lloyd’s reaction.
Lloyd could feel the heat rise up his neck, his breathe labored.
Lloyd’s rough hand shot out to grab her jaw, his hand squeezing her face as he pulled her closer to his own face.
Lloyd’s eyes roamed her face as he watched her struggle to pull away from him, her eyes finally reached his, full of tears as she stared at him.
Lloyd’s stomach turned, she looked scared of him and not in the way that turned him on.
If those fuckers would have done their job right this wouldn’t even be happening right now. Lloyd didn’t know if he had the self restraint to not kill his own men who royalty fucked this up for him.
“Fuck this” Lloyd gritted as he threw her over his shoulder.
“Put me down! Stop this right now Lloyd!” YN screamed as the tears fell. She still didn’t really know what was going on, what she did know is Lloyd had her sister and uncle held hostage and now everything about her and Lloyd’s almost 1 years relationship was put into question.
“Don’t touch her you crazy son of a bitch!” Her uncle yelled from the other side of the room.
Lloyd was getting tired of the old man. He could only hold his tongue for so long. A few minutes seemed to be the max.
He turned slight over the shoulder YN wasn’t on and smirked at the older man.
“Oh your a little late Unc, I’ve done nothing but touch her” Lloyd said matter a factly before smacking YN’s ass and jiggling it in his large hand.
“Lloyd!” She yelled as she squirmed in his arms while hitting his back.
“What baby? That was pretty PG for the little sis” Lloyd.
Lloyd winked at her uncle before turning and heading out the door while YN kept screaming “No” and “Put me down”.
“No one fucking does anything to them until I fucking say so, got it?” Lloyd asked Rick as he watched the women struggling on Lloyd’s shoulder.
He just nodding before Lloyd headed down the hallway back the way the young woman had came only minutes ago, so unaware of what was waiting for her.
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𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟
UP IN THE AIR
Authors Note: Hey you lot! Sorry to keep you guys hanging, but this will be the final update for the story, for this year. I'm taking a Christmas break to go and work on myself, reblog some fan art and stories that catch my eye, update my Tumblr blog, and even, work on some more stories including this one. Yes, the brain rot for Call of Duty is real — and when you actually listen to your brain and write, with nothing in goal, you end up getting....[Checks other document] 3,000 words of a chapter that hasn't even seen the end of it yet. Anyway, enjoy the final chapter post for 2022!
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Pairing: Damon 'Ninja' West x Kaden Lincoln, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish, Zack 'Nemo' Hayes x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.
Word Count: 2.3k words
no use of y/n
eventual relationship establishment, however, Damon and Kaden are married.
Summary: In a nation unaccustomed to war, Australia's newly elected government faces a dire crisis when rumours of a biological weapon on home soil, send shockwaves through the Government's defence sector. Dispatching a team of elite operatives to deal with it, the containment goes heads up as they look for other options.
The Black Angel Squad is soon assigned as the situation quickly spirals out of control behind the team's back unknowingly, and to stop a bleeding wound, Task Force 141 is brought in to assist them amid a frantic cabinet meeting of last-minute options and consistent fuck ups, forging an uneasy alliance between two teams. As tensions soar on both ends, questions arise about one thing: Was this the making of a weapon to begin with?
Warnings: slow-burn, zombies, canon typical violence associated with Call of Duty, gruesome depictions of death, blood, swearing.
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The sound of rubber reverberating through the firewall of the giant SUV had drowned out some of the Taylor Swift, Kaden just had to play. While nursing a cup of freshly brewed coffee, straight from the motherland of the golden arches. Another one of the track fives that Damon had heard a million times started playing with that familiar piano rolling through, mere seconds in, though he enjoyed it. There was always something about the lyrics that Damon had noted, never willing to comment on, that he could see resonated with Kaden’s relationship between his parents, ever since he placed that ring on the very same finger that nursed a coffee.
“Can we skip this one? I don’t like it,” Damon simply stated as he looked out the window, Kaden giving him a glance of skepticism.
“Out of all the songs, this one? Seriously?” Kaden questioned as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Never liked it, anyway, next track,” Damon said before he pressed a button on the screen though the same rubber sound filled in the cabin, a tired sigh revealed what Kaden was about to say.
“You just like this one because it’s more country.”
“Yeah, so what if I do, she makes a great country song.”
There was a pregnant silence in the cabin, maybe Kaden had finally caught onto why he skipped it, but like they were always doing, one was always interested in what was rattling around in the others mind, never having enough time to truly interrogate or question one another’s actions.
“Are you awake yet?” Kaden questioned.
“Nope, still very much dead inside,” It was a question both knew the answer to after so many years.
Breakfast had not gone the way of calming them down since Cameron had told them the simple detail. No further information had been given out about the incident other than the fact that they were being assigned alongside a task force to figure out just what exactly happened, other than a few details about what plane they were on, and the reports had been seen. When they had pressed for more? Nothing. Cameron had even pleaded with Colonel Vanessa, someone who was able to get anyone to heed to her command given the status of their task force to do something about it, pull some strings to get some form of an answer, but even when she did, not one of the higher ups were willing to give an answer other than ‘we’ll get back to you on that one.’ Not only was she pissed, but it had left an uneasy feeling in the pits of their Bacon and Egg filled stomachs as their radios went off.
“How you two lovebirds doing in there?” It was Zack, taunting as always.
“Pending divorce and assault charges,” Kaden replied back sarcastically.
“We love to see it!” Zack replied back in a monotone voice, it was truly a shock when he used the generational slang that Kaden and Damon never truly understood, but somehow, did all at the same time given they were only born three years apart. “How long till ETA?”
“Fifteen minutes. They should be landing in ten, least that’s what we’ve been told.”
“Of course you’re too lazy to check how long we have left to go,” Damon chimed in.
“Yeah, it’s fun driving you two up the wall.”
Damon looked over at Kaden as he shook his head. “Keep that up and you won’t even get cookies.”
“Sorry,” Zack quickly mumbled back. As much as he hated the cookies, he was at least grateful for the gesture.
An audible snicker moved through the pair before the silence of the song in the cabin kept them lingering back to the shady feeling of just what exactly were they keeping from them finding out. Damon realised he’d picked up on something about that feeling, deciding to announce it over the radio in a timely fashion as always.
“You know that Professor?” Damon mused, silence over the radio before he checked the rear view mirror, a familiar black SUV sitting behind them - Cameron and Zack in the second car.
“Professor Campbell, yeah, what about her?” Cameron replied.
“She was kind of shifty, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?”
Kaden was even interested as he looked over at the male, quick to squint his eyebrows in a questioning demeanour.
“Police chief interrupts her when she gets, to his definition at least, rowdy, doesn’t dare to comment any further on what she said though.”
There was silence, between the bickering and nonsense of that mornings early antics. Damon picked up on one thing many people usually couldn’t — body language.
“Could just be a plain sexist cop trying to tell a woman what to do,” Zack interjected.
“He might be, but, that aside, it wasn’t like that,” Damon stated as he paused, it was the quiver in her voice.
Had she said too much?
“She had a moment of hesitation in her voice. Like she’d let on a bit too much than what we needed to be told.”
“I think you’re clutching at straws now, Damon,” Cameron replied. “No way a woman of her stature could be shut down by someone lower than her rank.”
“If the money pays well enough,” Kaden murmured as he raised his eyebrows, leaning back into the seat, slowing the car down as they turned off the freeway.
“Just let it go Damon, I’m sure they’re just figuring out things as they happen and they have no information.”
But he didn’t want to, for the sake of his own team. He begrudgingly did so as he let the radio go silent and sighed before he placed his head roughly against the headrest — for a moment, Damon had gotten too far into his head, and Kaden had noticed.
“You think there’s something else behind it?” Kaden questioned, deciding to run with his idea. Damon knew he was letting him have his moment to cool down, to let him explain himself when others wouldn’t. To hear out each others sides, it was a thing they did, a subtle way of holding each other in an embrace, without physically needing to. A way of always being there for one another.
“For someone so professional, she certainly seemed like she was getting paid to keep a lot behind that curtain of hers.”
“Politics is a high pressure situation, and when shit hits the fan, especially when it’s out of control in seconds. People can break under the pressure. You, of all people would know that.”
“But this pressure and their pressure are completely different.”
“Depending on it’s context, yeah, I guess you’re right. But, if the situation requires you to have control at all times and something happens under your watch that you can’t control?”
“You start to panic,” Damon added. Maybe it was just that, maybe she was panicked over nothing, and the fact that if she slipped up on any minor detail. She would be gone from the security of the seat she walked to every morning that she had safely called a job. But Damon was still doubtful in the back of his mind of something being off. Knowing that he was stressing over the unknown, he was better off doing the same over the miles of road that was in front of him. Only moments away from the Task Force they were set to meet in regards to this, they’d never gotten any information about them, just the fact that four of them, were to present at the airport. And they didn’t even know exactly who each individual would look like, though, given the plane they would be in. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to spot a few people walking out of an exit not used by common people.
“Hey.”
“Mhm?”
With a shift of his hand, Kaden quickly grabbed it from the corner of his eyes and moved a thumb over his knuckles. He grounded him in his thoughts of worries as Damon soon returned the gesture by interlacing his hand into his.
“It’ll work out, somehow.”
Damon only took in a deep breath as the car zoomed along on the highway, passing signs that only showed them getting closer to the destination that they needed to be at, and in the sky, just as red and green lights flash ever so subtly, revealed exactly who they were looking for.
“That’d be our assets,” Kaden spoke up before he finally moved his hand gently away from Damon’s, already missing the warmth.
Kaden pressed the button on his radio, he wasn’t too sure about it just yet. “Plane coming in hot that’d be them, right?”
“According to Flight Tracker, that’d be a yes,” Zack replied.
Another pause of silence.
“…You did not just use Flight Tracker to tell us that was the aircraft.”
“Take a wild guess boys, what’s it going to be?”Damon got a scalding look from his husband, a smile almost played on his face.
“Airbus A320?” Damon quizzed, he was playing into Zack’s love of aircrafts.
Zack made a buzzer noise in response to Damon’s guess. “787.”
“Damn.”
“Zack!” Kaden interrupted, he was still awaiting the answer to the question, but instead, silence moved through both vehicles cabins as they made the final turn off into the airport. It already looked busy with the amount of taxi’s lined up in the ranks, and vehicles dropping off passengers given the early hours of the morning were seemingly the best. However, it was with luck that they were skipping all right past that, and to an entry gate that awaited a few security guards. Confused just as much so in wondering why their presence was here.
“Car behind with you?” The man asked as he looked back at the second black SUV.
“Yeah, here to collect a few people,” Kaden stated as he handed over his ID, Vanessa had obviously planned ahead, and on extremely late notice, what a godsend of a woman she was.
“Ah, Lieutenant Lincoln West, welcome, if you just follow the yellow line on the road and go to gate two, the people will be waiting for you there,” The man stated before he backed up and pressed a button, the gate moving open.
Kaden paused at the sound of his marital name being stated aloud, it was too late to correct him, but a nod of appreciation was something he gave back in return before the pair of black cars moved into the airports smaller roads. Upon inspection, there was so much the men hadn’t seen behind the scenes of a place that was so busy, known for it’s destined lines and planes taking off like it was a last chance, as Kaden slowly drove in, he quickly took his hand back to the radio to question just what Damon had inspired him to wonder about.
“Did they seriously not give us information beyond an incident and a Task Force?”
“Other than what we know, what time they’d be arriving? absolutely nothing,” Cameron replied.
As the comms went silent again, Damon looked over at Kaden with a knowing smirk as he finished off his coffee.
“What?” Kaden asked, that smirk usually meant trouble.
“It’s just — never thought I’d hear someone say my last name next to yours, it sounds good.”
“Maybe I should’ve had Zack in the car with me,” Kaden grumbled. Damon looking falsely offended as that smile, moved his way onto his face. Only something his husband could make him do, he still made him laugh with the small things, after all these years.
A cute shared moment aside, as the smile faded from both mens eyes, something now was off about all of this mornings efforts to Kaden as he gave a suspicious glance to Damon. Efficiency and effectiveness as well as proper planning was something that their Squad worked on, throughout plans, multiple paths and questions in any form that included ones of stupidity were how they worked in order to know exactly how to pin point what they were after. And with the way this incident fell into their hands, it was now a growing pit of doubt forming in Kaden’s stomach as he did nothing but await for yet another set of gates to open as they got closer to the taxiing aircraft.
Planes always fascinated Kaden, just how massive the wing size of such a plane could support itself. Though nowhere near as geeked out about it as Zack was, the sheer size of them always had him in bewilderment, even with the size of the 747 he was stunned by the sheer mass of how something could easily float in the sky and have it done with 2 million lines of code. As he parked up near the plane on the side of the road, careful to leave some space for the working airport crew, a few looks from the crew who had seemingly worked hours on the shift were giving each other looks.
Why were they here?
Though they were on time, it was almost another half an hour before anything truly started moving in full force. And as Damon tapped Kaden’s shoulder, a quick button on the radio had Kaden relaying that they were ready for them to move as all four of them got out of the car. Leaving doors opened as they moved in front of their doors, and saw the ones to the airport open, ones that were rarely used by people unless it was for a connecting flight.
And just like that, the first man to appear was that of a lenient male in a blue shirt and a mohawk.
“How the hell’d he manage to get through selection with hair like that?” Zack questioned.
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The Cult
After narrowly escaping Marcus and the Ancilla forces, the mafia heads out into the barren wasteland that is what remains of Earth. Velvet claims she knows people out there, but where is she taking them?
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Next Update: 4/1/2023
Word Count: 2393
The morning after “The Rebels”
Thorn stared out the window of the truck as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. Despite the lack of sunlight, the night passed in a hot flurry of air. The truck’s limited air conditioning was only enough to make the heat bearable for the humanoids in the vehicle. Maroon adjusted themself in their sleep next to him, resting their head on his shoulder. Thorn smiled and rested their own head on their friend’s. Solana had also dozed off on the other side of Maroon, her leggings rolled up to her knees in an attempt to make the heat lessen. Mad turned the steering wheel to avoid a small hill in front of them.
“Keep turning that way,” Velvet stated from the passenger seat. The robot obliged, their screen still powered off to allow the others to sleep. The teen adjusted herself in her seat before letting out a quiet groan.
“Is your arm still bothering you?” Mad asked, glancing at them.
“Of course it is, Mad. Getting shot fucking sucks.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” the droid paused for a moment, “Now that everyone else is asleep, can I ask you something?” Thorn watched as Velvet turned to look into the backseat and quickly shut its eyes. After a few seconds, they sighed.
“What is it?”
“This person Marcus kept mentioning, Caran,” Mad began, “Were they a friend of yours? I know that one kid during the Custodio Gem mission said something about them.” Thorn opened his eyes again to see Velvet rest their head in their left hand, which was propped up on the center console.
“Do you mean Diamonds? Don’t think she said anything like that.”
“What? No, not Rh- Diamonds. Jonathan something.” Velvet laughed.
“Oh, him. Forgot he exists.”
“He’s dead.”
“...existed.” Mad sighed, shaking their T.V. slightly.
“Anyways, are you going to answer my question?” Velvet was quiet again, looking out of her window.
“Yeah, he was my friend. But he’s gone now, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Velvet-”
“Take a right. We’re almost there,” Thorn watched them turn around again, “Hey asinī, wake up.” Solana was the first to move, slowly reaching up and rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. Thorn also lifted his head, mimicking Solana’s movements.
“Where are we going again?” Solana asked, pushing his hair back into a ponytail once again. Thorn lightly shook Maroon, causing them to open their eyes and look up at it.
“Morning, mushroom.”
“...morning.”
“We’re going to visit some friends of Zaeor’s,” Velvet said, turning back to face the front, “If we’re lucky, he’s still there and will be able to take us home. If not, we’ll stay with them until he gets back.”
“No offence, Velvet, but I don’t think Zaeor has friends on Earth. There’s nothing out here,” Solana said, crossing her arms. Velvet scoffed.
“I’ve been here before. I know they’re here.”
“Who exactly are they?” Maroon asked, sitting up straight again. Velvet didn’t answer, instead staring at the rolling grey hills in front of them. Solana raised an eyebrow.
“Velvet? You gonna answer them?” Solana asked. The assassin sighed.
“Just…follow my lead, ok? It’s best if you don’t ask questions.”
“That’s ominous as fuck.”
“Intentionally. But seriously, if you’re gonna trust me on one thing, it’s this. You really don’t want to know.”
It wasn’t until the path turned to bone that the group really knew what Velvet’s comment was about. A chill went down Solana’s spine as the elf stared out the window.
“Uh-”
“Don’t ask,” Velvet said, cutting them off.
“Alright, then.” The truck was quiet as Mad drove down the path. The further along they went, the thicker the trees above them seemed to get. By the time Velvet told Mad to stop the car, it was almost pitch black. The air was cooler now, and it didn’t feel like the sun was moments away from burning through their skin. Velvet moved in their seat and pulled out their phone, but threw it in the cupholder.
“What are you doing?” Mad asked. Velvet didn’t say anything, instead opening the truck door and hopping out.
“Stay here,” she stated coldly, “And don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Solana laughed sarcastically and unbuckled himself from his seat.
“Like that’s happening. You’re still injured, remember?”
“Solana’s right,” Maroon chimed in, also unbuckling themself, “And…you seem scared of this place. If you’re scared, it can’t be good.”
“I am not scared-” Thorn laughed, following the other two’s lead.
“Sure, Velvie. We totally believe you on that.” Thorn opened their door but Velvet shut it from the outside.
“No, guys-” Velvet groaned and buried their face in their hands, “This is stupid. You can’t come. Trust me, it’s best if you don’t.” Solana pushed the truck door open and jumped onto the ground.
“You’re not winning this one, drama queen! We’re coming with you.” Thorn stifled another laugh.
“Drama queen, that’s good,” he mumbled. Velvet groaned again.
“Don’t you fucking start.”
“You’re not gonna get them to stop, Velvet,” Mad said as Thorn shoved the door open and hopped out. Solana slung an arm around Velvet’s shoulders, causing the teen to jump.
“Come on, what’s the worst that can happen?” she joked.
“You have no fucking idea,” Velvet mumbled. Mad turned off the truck and pulled the keys out of the ignition. The assassin was quiet for a few moments before she groaned again.
“Fucking fine, you guys can come. But leave your phones and stuff in the car. And Mad? Keep your screen off. Always.”
The air suddenly grew cold, causing Maroon to shiver slightly. Solana pulled down his leggings again as he walked. Velvet led the way, although it was impossible to see anything in front of them. The teen held their stolen knife in their left hand as they walked forward, occasionally running it against the stone walls of the cave. There was a sense of dread coming from her that made the entire team on edge. Maroon frowned, opting to stand close to her right. Thorn walked next to them, practically holding their hand as they continued deeper into the darkness. Maroon couldn’t tell exactly where the other two were, although they could hear their footsteps. Velvet quickly stopped, causing Maroon to trip over her. Both Thorn and Velvet grabbed onto their arms and kept them from smashing their face onto the stone.
“Watch it, Maroon,” Velvet mumbled.
“Why are we stopping?” Solana asked from Velvet’s left.
“Vae’re here.”
“Who?-”
“Me,” a voice whispered. A strong gust of wind hit Maroon in the back and forced them to the ground. The group devolved into a collection of screams and shouts as all of them tumbled down. Maroon quickly grabbed onto the other teen’s arms again before their back slammed into the ground. To their right, Thorn let out a groan.
“Fuck, that hurt-”
“Very funny, Mako,” Velvet said from their left. Maroon felt her get up to her knees and turn back to face where they had been standing. A high pitched cackle echoed through the darkness.
“You’re off your game.”
“Whatever. Light, please?”
“Light? Whatever would you need light for here?” Velvet groaned.
“Most people can’t see in the dark, sāga.” A ball of fire erupted in front of Velvet’s face and quickly grew to light up the entire area. Maroon looked back at Thorn, who was just getting up to his knees. Solana and Mad were as well, the elf lightly rubbing the back of their head. Velvet stood up and brushed the dirt off of their shirt.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, crossing her arms. Another laugh echoed through as another person took a step into the light. A chill went down Maroon’s spine as the person’s pitch black eye scanned each of the mafia members, a frown forming on vaer face. A white spiral spun around vaer pupil and changed direction every few seconds. Vaer other eye seemed to be covered by some kind of eyepatch. As vae took another step, bright purple hair seemed to materialise on top of vaer head in an unnaturally high ponytail. It was hard to see anything else, aside from the bright white crystal hanging from vaer neck.
“People?” the person asked, looking Velvet up and down, “Why on Earth would you bring-”
“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” the teen mumbled. The person walked forward and stopped a few inches away from Velvet. Vae narrowed vaer eyes at the bandage wrapped around her shoulder. Velvet’s eyes widened but, before they could say anything, the person quickly threw both of vaer arms out.
“Mako, wait-” Maroon felt a slimy, almost rope-like object wrap around their body and lift them off the ground. It slowly squeezed them until breathing became difficult. Maroon shut their eyes tight and heard Thorn gasp for air next to them.
“Kidnappers, eh? Don’t worry, Velvet, I’ll take care of them.”
“Mako, no!” A loud thud echoed through the area. The squeezing halted and Maroon slowly opened their eyes. The person, Mako, was on the ground. Velvet stood over vaem, standing in a fighting stance.
“They’re not kidnappers. They’re my teammates,” the teen stated, Mako’s eyes widening, “Hand-picked by Zaeor. Put them down.” Mako looked at each of the floating mafia members before quickly moving vaer left hand in a circle. The rope-like objects disappeared and all four of them tumbled back to the rocky ground.
“Fucking hell,” Solana said, taking a deep breath, “What the fuck?” Mako quickly stood and looked down at Velvet. Vae stood a few inches taller than her, but vaer face was blank. Velvet took a step back and slid the knife into its sheath.
“So this is business related?” Mako muttered. Velvet rolled her eyes.
“Why else would I be here?”
“Maybe you finally realised how much better it is here.” The teen laughed.
“Sure, like that would ever happen.” Mako shrugged and walked past the group, deeper into the darkness. Velvet leaned down and picked up the fire, which turns out to have been caused by a torch. The teen turned around and handed it to Maroon before following Mako.
“So what is this all about?” vae asked as the rest of the mafia rushed to catch up.
“Zaeor’s still here, right?” Mako nodded, causing Velvet to let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh thank gods,” they muttered. Mako raised an eyebrow.
“Weren’t you aware He was wor-”
“Yes, I was,” Velvet quickly interrupted, “But I wasn’t sure if he was still here. He said he was going to be unavailable for a few days and some people got us arrested.”
“It was you who got us arrested,” Solana corrected.
“You were the one we had to rescue from a public execution.”
“Touché.”
“And that’s why you’re injured?” Mako asked, gesturing to Velvet’s shoulder. The teen nodded. Mako let out another high pitched laugh. Thorn covered its ears next to Maroon and made a face.
“Would you not-” Thorn’s sentence was cut off by a glare from Velvet, before she turned to look at Mako again.
“Anyways, we just need Zaeor to take us home quickly and then he’s all yours again.” Mako chuckled.
“Of course, little godkiller.” Maroon glanced at Velvet, attempting to keep the torch up, but didn’t say anything.
“Not to interrupt this…whatever,” Solana chimed in, “But what is going on?” Velvet turned to glare at her, but Mako stopped in vaer tracks. Vae gave Solana a wicked grin before throwing their arms into the air.
“Dammit,” Velvet breathed, taking a step towards Maroon and Thorn. Hisses began emerging from the floor. Maroon looked down as grey, shadowy snakes slithered around the stone. Thorn let out a shriek and grabbed ahold of Maroon’s right hand, which wasn’t holding the torch. Mad stepped in front of Solana when one of the snakes picked its head up and hissed at him.
“This,” Mako began, a grin on vaer face, “Is the Cult of Dark. Home of the followers of Zaeor, the Almighty God of Shadows. The true god of the universe.” A snake began to wrap itself around Maroon’s leg, but Velvet kicked it off.
“We- Velvet, don’t kick my snakes. We talked about this.”
“Fucking hell, Mako, I just want to go home. Just go grab Zaeor, please.” Mako looked at Velvet before throwing vaer left hand down with a huff.
“You’re no fun,” vae mumbled. Vae lifted both of vaer hands before disappearing in a cloud of shadows in front of the group.
“I left you guys alone for two days and you managed to almost get killed?” Mako had returned with Zaeor and, as Velvet expected, the god was not happy. He hadn’t changed into any kind of ‘acceptable’ clothing, instead wearing the pitch black robe he wore when dealing with his cult followers. Velvet knew the cloak well, despite having barely seen it over the past year.
It was a deep black, almost glossy as it reflected any light that touched its fabric. At first glance, all you could see was black. After a few seconds, though, even the normal human eye could begin to see the dark grey spirals and spears that littered it from head to toe. It had a hood, but Zaeor wasn’t wearing it. Velvet glanced back at her teammates as the god sighed and put his head in his hands. Maroon was clearly uncomfortable at his change in appearance and was once again clutching Thorn’s hand. The assassin rolled her eyes.
“All due respect, Your Highness-”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Mako,” Zaeor demanded. Mako quickly shut vaer mouth. The mafia seemed to be holding their breath as they stared at the god. After a few seconds, Zaeor sighed again and turned to look at vaem.
“I’m sorry Mako, it’s just-” he turned back to look at the mafia, “I thought you guys could handle one little shopping trip, all things considered.”
“Well, we couldn’t,” Velvet mumbled, “Could we please just go home?” Zaeor turned to look at Velvet where she was leaning against the cavern wall. His eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of the various bandages littering their body.
“Your shoulder-”
“I’m aware,” Velvet said through gritted teeth. Zaeor looked at the teen for several seconds before closing his eyes.
“Alright, you guys, I’ll take you home.”
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My Only Girl
Summary: request! Reader has to decide between keeping her secret and saving the man she loves. In the end, it's not a hard choice.
Warnings: violence/blood
Word count: 3370
a/n: I really enjoyed writing this one! I put a screen shot of the request at the end just because I didn’t want to give away the whole story :)
You never would have guessed that today would change everything. It started the same as any other Thursday.
You were seated at your desk right outside of Tony’s main office working on his schedule for two weeks from now. Your music was playing softly through your earbuds causing you to bob your head as you read email after email.
Suddenly, a Starbucks cup appeared in front of your face, a metal hand wrapped around the cup.
You swiftly pulled the earbuds from your ears, turning in your chair to greet Bucky with a hug.
“Hi.” You whispered into his chest during your hug. “You are truly a gift.” You smiled, taking the cup with your go to order. You press a quick kiss to his lips only to be pulled back in for a deeper kiss by Bucky.
“Y/N, do you know when my next press conference is?” Tony asked, walking out of his office while still looking down at his tablet.
Bucky let you pull back from him just far enough to answer Tony. “Next Thursday. You wanted to announce the new post-mission protocol for ‘Damage Control’.” You chuckled at the title, knowing Pepper was still trying to talk him into changing it.
“Right! Thank you.” He finally looks up, taking in the sight of you in Bucky’s arms. “Barnes! Let her work.” He nearly whined, playing up the annoyance.
“I will.” Tony leveled him with a pointed glare, looking between you and your computer. “I will! I just wanted to say good morning to my best girl.”
You scrunched your nose at the term of endearment, leaning farther back from Bucky to look in his eyes.
“You don’t like being my best girl?” He sounded genuinely concerned, earning a small chuckle from you.
“I like being your only girl. Best implies that there are others, and though I would love to be the best of them, I don’t want there to be others.” You nodded your head resolutely, taking on a serious expression.
“Please, you’ve had this man wrapped around your finger from the second he saw you.” Tony scoffed.
“He’s right, doll. And you are my only girl. I love you.” Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your lips, letting you remove yourself from his arms to continue working.
“I love you too. See you for lunch?” He nodded as he walked backwards to the elevator, keeping his eyes on yours until the doors closed.
“Wrapped around your finger, I swear.” Tony laughed when you glared at him, retreating back into his office to make some phone calls.
-
Sometimes it’s really easy to pinpoint the exact moment everything went to shit. This was one of those times.
22 minutes before you were due to meet Bucky for lunch, the red emergency lights started flashing with an accompanying alarm blaring in your ears.
Friday announced “The compound is under attack, enacting lockdown protocol.”
“Shit.” Lockdown meant you needed to use specific codes to get into or out of any room. It definitely makes your life harder.
Tony left to meet Pepper 15 minutes ago, so to your knowledge you were the only one on this floor.
Glancing up and down the hall to double check, you swiftly enter Tony’s office, pulling up the security footage to see who you’re dealing with. Three different sides of the compound are surrounded by mercenaries clad in black fighting gear.
You watch the screens, contemplating the best course of action to subtly help when one of the mercenaries pulls out a missile launcher. He aims it quickly, firing into the side of the building.
You feel the walls shake as you watch part of the wall collapse, giving them an opening to enter the compound through.
“Shit.” You run from Tony’s office, heading for the action without another thought even though this is definitely the biggest problem you’ve ever helped them with.
You phase through the walls, doing your best to make sure nobody will see you when you come out on the other side of the wall. If all goes well, you’ll be back at your desk before anyone even notices you were gone.
Your powers are a secret, even from the team. The powers that be, meaning your boss, don’t want the Avengers knowing they have an Angel on their side. It took you enough negotiating to get yourself assigned to this “project”, you were willing to do it without telling anyone that you are a angel.
You basically had to beg your boss to let the Avengers be the people you watched over. Typically, angels are assigned to help those who can’t help themselves. Your logic for this assignment was that keeping the Avengers safe would, in turn, protect millions of other people.
The one stipulation you faced when finally being assigned the the Avengers, was that you couldn’t tell them what you are.
At first, You had no problem keeping the secret. Being Tony’s assistant hardly meant spending ample time with everyone. You didn’t need to befriend them to keep them safe. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
Overtime, Tony broke down your walls. He convinced you to go to one of his galas, ultimately starting your demise. One look at Bucky had your heart soaring. Not telling him the truth has been eating away at you ever since he first asked you to get dinner with him.
You pushed your guilt to the back of your mind, refocusing on getting closer to the attackers so you could figure out what to do.
Typically, you use your powers to slightly change the path of bullets or hold off a bomb for a few extra seconds. It gives the team enough time to escape, not necessary unscathed, but with recoverable injuries. Plus, it keeps your powers hidden.
It’s hard enough to hack into the video feed from various super suits without alerting anyone, you were definitely concerned about how to keep your powers hidden while using them so close to everyone.
You skid to a stop just around the corner, listening as two of the mercenaries instruct the others.
“Split up. You know who we’re looking for. If you find him, report in. First priority is getting out of here with him alive. All else fails, kill him.”
Immediately, you’re mind jumped to Bucky. Of course, Hydra scrum could be looking for anyone to use as a weapon, but Bucky made the most sense. When would they finally realize they can’t control him anymore?
You used your powers to confuse the men, making it look like whatever blueprints they studied were outdated. It would hopefully give everyone else enough time to get here and fight them off.
You hid in a closet when you heard people approaching from behind you.
“Sam, find Wanda and get to the east side. Nat and I will handle these guys.”
You relaxed at the sound of Steve’s voice, waiting for the group to disperse before sliding out of the closet.
You ran back through the compound, heading for the lab. It was the closest place for you to retreat to in order to look through the security cameras again.
“Friday, give me a rundown of what’s happening please.” You looked between the screens, intently listening to the AI’s voice.
“The east side is being secured by Ms. Maximoff and Mr. Wilson. Based on projected outcomes, they will have everything under control in 7 minutes. Captain Rogers and Ms. Romanoff are fighting on the south side, near the blast sight. They will have the area secure in 6 minutes.”
You nodded, following along as you looked between the cameras.
“The west side is secure. Mr. Stark and Mr. Barton have cleared the area and are holding off any additional attacks.”
“Good. Where’s Bucky?” You looked between the cameras, but couldn’t find him.
“Sergeant Barnes is on the roof, engaged in hand to hand.”
“What the hell is he doing on the roof?” You panicked, clicking between camera angles until you could see him.
There were ten Hydra agents on the roof, surrounding Bucky as he did his best to fight them off.
“How did he get singled out so fast?” You mumbled to yourself, trying to think of a plan. They had Bucky backed up to the edge of the roof, slowly pushing him further and further.
You could see what was about to happen nearly in slow motion. You acted quickly, not thinking about keeping your secret, but rather solely focused on helping Bucky.
You broke through the window in the lab, wings appearing on your back as you flew to him. Just as you arrived, one of the agents shot him three times, propelling him backwards off the roof. Sending a shockwave over the roof, you knocked out the remaining agents as you dove, hurtling through the air to catch Bucky before he hit the ground.
You grabbed him around the waist, lugging his body through the air with some difficulty. It wasn’t the most convenient position, plus you were slightly rusty from hiding your wings for so long.
“Doll?” Bucky questioned, glancing at you through fluttering eyelids. “I knew you were my angel.” He whispered before his eyes fell closed, the blood loss getting to him.
You swung around the building, re-entering through the broken lab window and laying Bucky on the lab bench.
“Lifting lockdown protocol.” Friday announced, the noise barely registering in your ears.
“Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers is requesting a check in from everyone on the team, would you like me to update him on yours and the Sergeant’s situation.” Friday asked.
“Yeah, go ahead.” You muttered, not really paying attention to the question as you did your best to slow the bleeding. You haven’t tried healing anyone in years, so it was taking more effort than it should for you to fix this.
You closed your eyes, hands hovering over Bucky’s body. Your wings were still present, although no longer fully extended.
You channelled everything you could into healing Bucky’s wounds, drowning out any outside interference. Your hands began to glow, a warm golden light surrounding Bucky’s body as his bullet wounds healed.
A few minutes passed as his wounds fully healed. You nearly collapsed from the relief of seeing him no longer bleeding out. His color was returning to normal, heartbeat speeding back up.
“Y/N?” You jumped at the noise, turning around to see nearly the entire team staring at you.
Your eyes went wide, hand still clutching Bucky’s as you stuttered in an attempt to come up with an explanation.
“You have wings.” Wanda pointed out the obvious, everyone still wearing matching expressions of shock.
You looked over your shoulder, nearly surprised by their presence on your back yourself. You had been so focused on healing Bucky, you forgot to hide them again.
“Your hands were glowing.” Sam’s brow furrowed, looking between you and Bucky.
You nodded, still unsure of what to say.
Suddenly Steve barged into the room, unaware of the tension. He ran right for Bucky, yelling for someone to get a medic.
“Why are you all just standing there? Friday said he was shot! Three times! Get a medic!” He looked at everyone in a panic before turning to look for wounds on Bucky.
His brow furrowed as he tried to find any of the bullet wounds. “Wha- Where are the bullet wounds... He’s covered in blood, but not bleeding? Even we can’t heal that fast, what’s going on?” Steve turns back to the team, mouth slightly agape.
They all point to you.
Slowly, Steve turns finally noticing your presence. “Y/N?” He looks between the team and you again, a double take so fast it would have been funny if not for the situation.
“You have wings?” He says it with much more confusion than Wanda’s point blank statement.
You nod, voice still eluding you. You finally manage to get the wings to disappear.
“Care to explain...” Tony asks, pointing to where your wings just were, your hands, and Bucky, “All of that?”
Before you can reply, Bucky jolts awake with a groan.
“What the hell?” He looks around the lab, taking everyone’s confused faces. Even Nat looks surprised. “How did I get here?” He rubs his abdomen, slightly sore from the bullets.
Everyone shakes their heads, looking to you for answers.
“Y/N?” He turns to you, hand squeezing yours slightly. “You were an angel. I thought I was dying...” He trailed off, trying to makes sense of everything in his head.
“An angel?” Steve balks. Everyone else nods, various expressions of understanding on their faces.
“I mean, that makes sense.” Nat chimes in, ready to accept it. “Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that ever happened.”
“What?” Bucky asks, sitting up on the counter. “She’s not actually an angel. I just saw that as my... I don’t know, dying wish?” His face scrunched in confusion, trying to make sense of what he saw.
“Well, I’m not dying and I saw the wings. And the glowing hands.” Clint speaks up, turning all eyes back to you.
A voice in your head is suddenly booming. Your hands fly up to the sides of your head, trying to dull the ache of the screaming voice in your mind.
“Y/N L/N, you have broken the only rule bestowed upon you. According to contract 71, you are no longer permitted to enter the Angel Realm. Any attempts to return here will result in termination of your capabilities. Misuse of your capabilities on Earth or any other planet will result in termination of your capabilities.” Your boss’s voice was instantly recognizable.
You didn’t notice the team crowding around you while you doubled over in pain, rubbing your temples as the message repeated.
“Ugh, why did you have to say it twice?” You suddenly stared up at the sky, annoyed with the whole system.
“Um, who said what twice?” Banner finally entered the lab, having been avoiding any anger inducing scenarios.
Before anyone could jump in with what little knowledge they had, you started talking.
“My Boss.” You winced, looking at Tony as he raised a brow. “My other boss... well, I guess not anymore. My former other boss.”
“Which is...” Tony gestured for you to continue.
“Maybe you should all sit down, this could take a while...”
Everyone followed as you lead them to the kitchen and living room.
“Okay, I’ll just jump into I guess.” You took a deep breath, looking around the room at everyone’s curious and slightly impatient expressions.
“I’m an angel.” You nodded, trying to reassure yourself that it was okay to say out loud.
“Yeah, and? We figured that one out fifteen minutes ago.” Tony huffed, wanting more information.
“Four years ago, I found out about the Avengers.” You looked at all of them, nervous for their reactions. “Angels are supposed to protect those who can’t help themselves, but I wanted to protect you all.”
“Why?” Steve asked, eying you curiously.
“Would you all stop interrupting and let her explain!” Wanda whisper yelled, gesturing for you to continue.
“It’s a valid question. Um, I guess I just thought you all put your lives on the line to help everyone else and I wanted to do what I could to help you. I convinced my former boss to let me come here. I told her protecting you guys would protect all the people you were bound to save, and that’s a lot of people.”
Everyone nodded, seemingly taking in the information.
“I wanted to tell you. I really did, but it was my only rule. I wasn’t allowed to.” You nervously wrung your hands together, biting your lip as everyone took in the information.
“That’s why it’s former boss?” Nat questioned.
“Yes. She fired me?” It was a question to your own ears. “I’ve never heard of an angel being fired before. That kinda sucks.” Everyone chuckled at that.
“And that was why you doubled over in pain in the lab?” Bucky questioned, concern in his voice.
You nodded. “Yeah, she has a habit of yelling in my head. And she always says everything twice.” You glared at the ceiling again, knowing she had probably moved on from you already.
“You’re not mad?” You looked back at Bucky, practically forgetting about everyone else in the room.
“You caught me after I was shot off of a building and then healed my three bullet wounds. I think you’ve made up for the secret.” Bucky smiled, pulling you into his lap for a hug. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
You nearly burst into tears at the relief you were feeling. “Oh thank God.” You squeezed him as tight as you thought he could handle, needing to feel him close to your for a second.
You then turned to face the rest of the team, giving them an equally nervous look. “Are you guys mad?”
“Well, I didn’t get any magic healing.” Sam huffed, a smile on his face.
“Nobody flew me around the compound.” Tony added on.
“But, you can fly?” You gave him a confused expression.
“Dammit” Tony muttered, thinking on his feet. “Tell you what, tell me what else you can do and we’ll call it even.”
“Deal... Maybe we can meet back here in half an hour?” You looked at their bruised and bloody bodies. “You all look like you could use a shower, and I for one would love to get this blood off me.” You gestured to the blood covering your jeans and shirt.
-
A half hour later, you were back in the living room. Tony ordered pizza, everyone crowding around the coffee tables and couches.
“Alright. Get to it!” Tony called out, excitement clear in his voice.
You stood up, turning to face the crowd. “Well, you know about the wings.” Your wings extended from your back with a woosh, spreading out before settling in a resting position.
You heard various mutterings as everyone took in your wings in their full glory. You then floated slightly above the floor, wings gently flapping to keep you suspended.
“How’s it feel birdman, her wings are part of her.” Bucky jested at Sam, a proud smile on his face.
“Yeah, well mine are bulletproof.” Sam sneered, a smile on his face.
“Actually,” you winced, “Mine can be bulletproof. Basically, I can do whatever I want, but only for short periods of time. Like if someone surprise shot me, it would hurt. But if I was prepared, it would bounce off.”
“Wow.” Steve looked at you, a mixture of surprise and wonder in his eyes.
“Um, I can also walk through walls, create shockwaves, move things with my mind, hack into any computer- although it takes some actual knowledge to not leave a trail... I mean, I’m pretty strong, but I don’t have much training for fighting hand to hand or anything. Oh, and mind manipulation? Not like mind control or anything, that is definitely frowned upon. Just... like earlier I made the Hydra agents forget the blueprints so they wouldn’t be able to get around the compound as quickly.”
Everyone jumped in with questions. You answered every single one, talking well into the night. You did your best to give examples of your powers, like moving the rubble around to fix the giant hole in the south side of the compound.
After a few hours, Bucky cut in. “Guys, she’ll still be here tomorrow. Wait, you will still be here, right?” He looked at you in a panic.
“Yes, unless you all want me gone, I’m here to stay.” You smile at them.
“Good. Now as I was saying, she’ll be here tomorrow. Ask her the rest of your questions then. Hell, make a list if you want. Just let me take my best girl to bed.” Bucky pulled you up from the couch, leading you out of the room.
“Goodnight!” You called back to the team before turning to Bucky. “What did I say about being your best girl?” You playfully hit his side.
He pulled you into his arms, hugging you while you waited for the elevator. “I’m sorry. My only girl.”
“That’s better.”
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New Hair (Wilbur Soot)
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summary : pure cuteness of wilbur’s reaction to you getting a drastic makeover (short)
A/N : y’all i dont have any ideas. help.
If you were being honest, you had to admit that you got bored of things pretty easily. You often moved furniture in your room to get a new scenery when you got bored of it after a couple months. You got rid of tables, boxes when you got tired of seeing the same thing.
So, it was human nature for you to do something to your appearance after a while.
Your hair was dark brown at some point, which at some point in your life, you got highlights. After that took it’s turn, you dyed it black. It stayed black for a while since you were attending public school, but you did a tiktok trend on your hair the moment you graduated.
You bleached parts of your hair, dyed it red at first, then changing it to purple, and lastly dyed your entire head burgundy and settled for a while.
Now, this was the time you got bored. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were bored of seeing your boring and plain old hair colour, being back to brown.
While you sat on your desk zoning out, it felt like a lightbulb went off in your head. You had a great idea.
You weren’t one to ask for people’s opinions. Whatever you liked, you’d do. Which was why there was no one you asked who could stop you from dyeing your whole head of hair blonde.
Your boyfriend, Wilbur, was the type to support anything you do. He thought you rocked every single hair trend you went through. He has never been the type to criticise anything you did to yourself.
With that thought, you booked a hair appointment.
You made no comments to hint to Wilbur what you were up to. You made sure you came back from your hair appointment when he was streaming, so that you got to document his reaction.
Sitting on the salon’s chair for 6 hours was not what you envisioned to do. Though you were excited to see the result, you hated not being able to stand and walk around.
You told Wilbur that you were hanging out with your friends, getting lunch and a mani-pedi, since you were doing one anyway, just not with your friends. That way, he couldn’t see through your lies. Also, you technically weren’t lying to him.
While you sat on the uncomfortable chair for hours, you chatted with Wilbur, trying to make sure he has had his lunch before he turned on his PC to stream.
You sent him updates now and then, lying at some point when you had to tell him where you were shopping and eating.
When you sat down on that chair again after rinsing your hair, you gaped at your own appearance. You barely looked like yourself anymore, but that was what you wanted.
You watched the hair stylist blow dry your hair and curled it as the finishing touches before you could leave to show your boyfriend your surprise.
“Okay, and we’re done.” the really kind hair stylist told you. It seemed the both of you bonded while you sat in the salon for 6 hours. You even exchanged Instagrams to catch up again one day.
You thanked the woman, giving her a tip before promising to drop her a message before leaving to go home.
Obviously, Wilbur was bound to be confused to hear the door opening. He hadn’t expect you to come home so soon. You heard him say some words to his camera as he played chill minecraft with Slimecicle.
You smiled to yourself as you opened his door quietly. Since his set-up was facing the door, it meant he couldn’t see you open his door.
You slowly walked up to him, trying to be as sneaky as possible. You gave the camera a quick wave, your boyfriend still very focused on looking at his screen but not the viewfinder and screaming.
You gave him a small tap, seeing as he jumped from his seat, not expecting anyone to come in his room, though he heard the front door of the house open.
“Holy shit, you scar-” He tried to say but stopped as he took in your new look.
“OH. MY. GOD.” He screamed so loudly you almost flinched away as the sound reached your ears. You smiled brightly at him.
You heard someone talking to him on his headphones that was still sitting on his head.
“Wait, shut up, Slimesicle. Let me drool for a while.” Your boyfriend said.
You didn’t know you were able to smile more until today when he said that to his friend, who was waiting for him to continue playing with him.
“You are so gorgeous, let me just absorb this real quick.” He told you before getting up from his chair, lifting your left hand and spinning you to get a good look.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” He kept on complimenting. You laughed as he looked at you from top to bottom.
At some point you were sure he forgot he was streaming as he brought you face close to his to give you a quick kiss, which he got until he remembered that his friend was waiting for him. He didn’t do anything, though, just kept looking at you so adoringly.
He really took his time just taking in your new look into his mind.
He sat back down on his chair, hand still holding yours as he took you to sit on his lap to finally tell his friend who was still kept waiting and laughing at watching Wilbur’s reaction about his beautiful partner.
He played minecraft for a while longer as you sat watching him and reading his chat until he said something again.
“Wait, it’s not my birthday is it? Was this supposed to be a present?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know if he did forget his own birthday. You simply laughed at him along with Slimecicle.
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crashing ☆
rafe cameron x gn!reader.
warnings: reader gets injured, car crash, swearing.
words: 3,106.
summary: rafe is waiting for you to meet him at figure 8, but he’ll be waiting awhile as you got in a tragic car accident, the other vehicle being driven by his father.
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a/n: use of they/them pronouns. like and comment if you enjoy this story! thanks <333
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“alright baby. of course. i love you!! yes, i’m leaving now.” rafe was on the other side of your phone, ensuring that you were ready for your dinner date. the two of you have plans to meet at the figure eight. you will eat at a nice restaurant, and then finish the date off with a scroll through the park while watching the sunset. rafe had planned the whole thing out, excited he could finally show you how much you meant to him. rafe smiled, “okay babe. i’ll see you in a few. i can't wait to see your precious face.” heat rushes to your face because of rafes words. “see you in a few.” you hang the phone up, grabbing your car keys.
you walk to your car that is sitting in your driveway. you hop in, starting your car. you put your seatbelt on, using your phone, you do a map search to the location rafe had sent you. you turn the music up slightly. you check behind you for passing cars or pedestrians, and when the coast was clear, you pulled out of your driveway, and started the drive to rafe.
you had only been driving for five minutes. you were caught at a red light. your light turned green so you pressed the gas to go. immediately a large black car t boned straight into you, hitting you head on. luckily, it had smashed into the passenger side, but the weight from the other car caused your car to shift, making you to hit your head against your steering wheel, and the car's window. the car crashed into a light pole. you were on the border between the cut and figure eight. nobody was ever there unless they were passing by. you struggled to look up, trying to see if you knew who had crashed into you.
the car that slammed into you looks vaguely familiar. you understood why when the guy who jumped out of the car was none other than ward, rafe’s father. you frowned. he rushed to your car, ready to yell at you but panicked when he saw who you were. ward immediately ran back to his car. he hopped into his car, speedily driving away.
you feel around for your phone. when you finally find it, your screen is cracked, and the screen is black. it won’t turn on. the phone must have slipped from your cup holder onto the side of the door, causing it to break. you drove your car forward so you weren’t positioned into the middle of the street. you shut your car off. your head begins to feel light headed, you close your eyes, trying to make the pain minimal. your eyes shut, and you could feel yourself slowly passing out. you try to stay awake, but the sleep engulfed you.
rafe was panicking. you were never late. well, yes you run late, but never without texting first. anytime you ran into trouble you would immediately message him and let him know. he hated this. he didn’t know what he should do. he tried to call your phone but it went straight to voicemail. he exited the restaurant, searching for either you or your car but he couldn’t find either. he frowned to himself. did you intentionally miss dinner? did he do something wrong? rafe was scared, what if you were in danger?
rafe pulled his phone out. he set his feud aside, calling pope. pope glanced at the caller id that was currently ringing his phone. he was shocked to say the least. “rafe?” pope questioned through the phone. pope didn’t want to answer but if rafe truly needed something from pope, he wouldn’t hesitate to get it from him in person. he knew it would be easier if he just answered and figured out what he needed. “pope?” rafe bombarded pope with questions about you; and your whereabouts. pope was confused. he hadn’t seen you since this morning.
“i’m sorry rafe, but i haven’t seen them since early this morning. i’m down the street from their house if you want me to knock on their door?” rafe sighed, “please. see if they are home.” pope nodded. “alright one second.” pope rushed to your front door. he knocked three times. “the car isn’t here, they seem to have left.” rafe smiled. “okay. thank you, pope. i appreciate it, man.” rafe felt relieved. “no problem.”pope hung up. you had actually left to meet him at the restaurant. but if that was true, why weren’t you at the restaurant yet?
rafe decided to stay put. he got confirmation that your car was gone. that shows you had safely left your house. if you don’t show in the next ten minutes then rafe would go looking for you.
you kept dozing in and out of consciousness. after the third time of passing out, you actually stay awake. you open your car door, stumbling out of it. your head hurt, and you felt light headed. you look around, no civilians. you yell out, but no one is around to hear. “HELLO??” you walk away from your car, just a little bit. you take in your surroundings. you walked back to your car.
you try to turn your car back on but the engine is stalled, it doesn’t even sputter again. you sink into the seat, laying your head on the head rest. you pull down the little mirror, examining your face. you hadn’t noticed, but the top right of your forehead was bleeding. It looked to have a pretty big gash. you had a bruise on your left cheek from when your head slammed against the steering wheel. you look at the time, noticing that it was ten minutes past your date with rafe. you jumped out the car, walking towards your house once more.
before you could step inside, you ran into pope. you noticed he peeked through your window. “peeping pope, why are you looking through my window?” you laugh at the added nickname. he stayed still, thinking of an explanation. “rafe called me saying you were late to something and he was worried.” he finally turned around, glancing at you. “what! what happened to your face?” he rushed towards you automatically inspecting the cut and bruises.
“i got in a car accident, ward cameron t boned into me.” you continued, “he got me good. slammed my head against the window and the steering wheel.” pope shook his head, panicked. “we have to get you to the hospital! you had two blows to your head; that's double the chance of internal bleeding.” pope helped you, carrying you inside his dad's car. he speedily drove you to the hospital, signing you in. they took you back, while pope stayed seated in the waiting room.
someone was going to have to call rafe; and it certainly wasn’t going to be pope. before going into the back room, you had handed pope your phone. he plugged it into the quick charging station to see if it was dead. sure enough, the low battery symbol turned on. the phone automatically turned on, showing the numerous mixed texts from rafe. pope ignored them, not wanting to be the one to answer them since it wasn’t his phone.
rafe decided to check your location one last time. the first few times he had checked, it said your location services were off. he didn’t know why it said that, he honestly believed it to be some glitch. rafe’s air got stuck in his throat when he saw your location had updated to being inside the outer banks hospital. he jumped in his car, not even thinking twice. he drove straight to you.
he gave himself a prep talk, telling himself to just remain calm and to see what was going on. he walked into the hospital, his eyes searching for you. he didn’t see anyone he recognized until he saw pope, with your phone situated in his hand. he walked towards pope, snatching the phone from his arm. “why do you have this?” pope shook his head, muttering under his breath. “shit.”
“come on pope. spit it out.” pope shook his head. “rafe, before you do this protective bullshit, just know i’m actually the one who saved them.” rafe stared at pope, confused. “saved them? from what? what do you mean saved them?” rafe questioned pope, “someone crashed into them while they were driving to you. they found me and i rushed them here.” rafe stared at pope. “how bad is it?”
pope shrugs. “i’m sorry, i really don’t know much. they said they were t boned, their head hit the window and the steering wheel. we drove by the car, it’s totaled. crashed into a pole.” rafe continued to stare at pope with wide eyes. “what… how long ago was this?” pope looked out the hospital windows. “a little after they left their house i’d say. it was a seven minute drive from my house to the crashed car, so i’d say five minutes.” rafe sat in the seat directly to popes left.
rafe was breathing erratically. his mind running wild with the amount of possible outcomes. the nurse walks out into the waiting room; and calls your name. rafe immediately stands up walking forward. “we believe the car crash caused them to undergo serious head trauma. no signs of internal bleeding; but we are still checking everyone in a while. you can go back and talk to them if you want.” the nurse smiles softly. rafe looks back at pope, and pope nods his head.
rafe continues, following after the nurse as she leads him to your waiting room. when he walked inside, you were peacefully sleeping. “they should be waking up soon. we truly believe that they will be okay.” rafe nodded at the nurse, watching as she left him. rafe’s hand reached up to yours, grabbing it. he scooted the chair closer to the bed. rafe quickly texted pope saying that he was okay to leave, and that he would keep pope updated.
the wait at the doctors felt like hours, but rafe stayed with you the whole time. he had sat on the chair by your bed, his hand always holding yours. the nurse comes back in. “i’m sorry sir, but visiting hours are over, usually we would allow people to stay the night but in this case they really need rest and if they wake up and you’re here; they will force themselves to talk to you.” rafe frowned, “they have a chance to wake up, and now you want me to go home?” the nurse frowns at him. “i’m sorry, but they need to sleep as much as they can, you can see them bright and early tomorrow morning at seven am.” rafe slowly lowers his head. “okay.”
he walks out of the hospital room, and to his car. he decides he will go home, get clothes prepared for you, and will try to figure out your car situation. then he would sleep, wake up, and meet you at the hospital right when visitation opens. he put his seatbelt on, driving home.
when rafe reached his house he realized that his dad's car had crashed in the front. it looked gruesome. rafe walked inside, greeting his dad. his dad nodded his head in response, walking away. rafe went straight to wheezy, his sister. he knocked on her door and went to open it. “rafe?” she questions him. he looked around. “what happened to dad's car?” he hoped wheezy knew. she tilted her head inviting him inside her room.
she began to whisper. “okay, so basically like our dad t boned someone on the outside of the cut, and he said it’s completely the other person's fault; but sarah believes that’s not true unless he didn’t actually t bone someone, and he was actually just getting brake checked on the highway. how could it not be his fault?” wheezy looked up at rafe’s face and was utterly shocked by his expression.
“rafe? why are you looking at me like that?” wheezy tilted her head to the side, confused. “our father is the reason..” rafe shakes his head, now pacing up and down the floor. you were in the hospital, because of his father. he filled wheezy in, telling her about what happened with you. she gasps in shock. “what are you going to do?” wheezy watched him, he was frantic. “i’m, i think i’m going to confront him.” wheezy half smiled, “okay. you got this! good luck!”
rafe left his sisters room and head to his fathers office. he was always scared of his father, now more than ever, but he needed answers. he knocked three times on the door, and his father opened it, to reveal himself. “hello rafe.” he walks inside, sitting on the chair in front of his desk. “dad, i know you are the reason the car is crashed; and you are the reason someone very important to me is in the hospital.” his dad stood up, straightening his back. “no. they twisted the story, now out. i won’t have you critique me in my own room.” rafe wanted to stand his ground, but he knew he should back down.
he didn’t want to waste all his energy, he still needed to prepare to see you. rafe went straight to his room, picking out a pair of his sweatpants, and a hoodie for you to change into after you get released from the hospital. he put the extra clothes including a pair of your socks into a baggy. rafe speedily changed into pajamas, and hopped into bed. hoping the morning would come faster.
rafe woke up at 6:20am. he had taken a quick shower and changed into new clothes. he grabbed your bag of clothes and hopped into his car. he drove straight to the hospital. he had arrived five minutes before visitation started.
at 7am on the dot, rafe was walking to your room. you were awake, the frown on your face caused his heart to drop. “hey baby.” you glanced up at him and softly smiled. “hey rafe.” he smiles in return. “how are you? i brought you extra clothes.” he lifted the baggy up, before setting it on the extra chair. you reach your hand out to him, and he swiftly moves closer to you. he pulls the chair up once again, sitting directly by your side. “i would have stayed here all night but i was kicked out.” you nod at his words, “sound about right.”
he smiles, his hand tracing shapes on your palm. “how are you feeling?” you wait. “i’m okay. the doctor said the worst thing i have is a concussion. they said if all the other tests come back good, then i’ll be cleared to go home.” he nods smiling, “yay! we’ll be able to take you home!” you bite your lip containing your smile, but it quickly turns sour. you frown at him.
“i’m sorry, rafe.” you look away from him, avoiding eye contact. “for what?” he questions, his heart speeding up scared at what you are about to apologize for. “for missing our date, i really wanted to go.” you frown. he cups your chin. “it’s okay, trust me. i already have it rescheduled,” he looks over at you. “so once you get better, we can go on like we originally planned.” the room went silent, the only thing being heard was the heart rate machine slowly beeping.
“rafe i love you.” he smiles. “i love you too.” you nod contentedly. the doctor walks in, “good morning. today you’ll be able to go home. you seem to only be suffering from a concussion. you’ll have to stay home and rest, don’t do too much or else you’ll be delaying the inevitable. the less time you relax, the longer you’ll be suffering.” rafe talked to the doctor as you played with the tape from the iv inside your hand.
rafe nodded. the nurse came over to you, taking the iv out, as well as the square patches that covered your chest. she left, shutting the door, allowing you to get dressed in new clothes. you frown, the medicine they gave you makes you feel slightly sluggish. “i’ll help you, don’t worry.” rafe untied the medical gown, he slipped it off. he grabbed the hoodie, placing it over your head. you slip your arms through the holes, rafe’s smell surrounding you.
you sit up in the bed, your feet over the edge. you hiss at the cold floor which hits your sock less feet, making you cold. rafe slid his sweatpants on to you. you go to stand up, but he stops you. “let’s put your socks on first, the hospital floor is cold.” you sit back down on the bed. his hand reaches for your foot, it is cool around his hand. he slid your socks on, and then the sweatpants. finally putting your shoes on. “thank you rafe.” he tied the plastic bag shut, it now filled with your old clothes. “anytime baby, i’m always here for you.” you stand up, your hand slipping into his hand, his arm stabilizing you.
the nurse walked in. “the medicine we gave you should be wearing off shortly. that’s why you seem so… out of place.” the nurse nodded, signing you out. the nurse walked you to rafes car. fear began to creep up, now nervous to be in a car again. “it’s okay, you’ll be okay.” you nod. you sit yourself in the passenger seat. rafe thanked the doctors, before running to his side of the car. he hopped in, putting his seatbelt on. he looked over to you, making sure you were okay. he drove extra careful, going straight to your house.
once you arrive at your house, the medicine wears off allowing you to be able to be yourself. you walked to your front door. rafe used his spare key to unlock the door. once inside you go straight to your room, rafe following after you. you lay down on the bed, you pat the spot by you; and rafe sat down by you. he cuddled with you. his head finding its way in your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso.
after a few minutes of silence you spoke up. “your dad is the one that hit me. he ran through a red light.” rafe frowned against your neck, whispering. “i know.” you nod, your hand running through his hair. “okay.” you smile softly, closing your eyes. falling asleep with rafe by your side.
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Having some thoughts about the references and inspirations used for the Bad Batch’s designs.
So Boba Fett is my absolute favorite character and Temeura Morrison was perfect casting. I went to see the 2008 TCW movie in theaters because I was so excited to see him again, even if he was animated. You can imagine my disappointment. Whoever was on screen was not Temeura Morrison. You could sort of see a resemblance if you squinted and didn’t think too hard about it. They replaced Temeura with Racially Ambiguous G.I. Joe. If I didn’t know better and someone told me the animated clones are space Italians from the moon of New Jersey I would buy it. One Million Brothers Pizzeria and Italian Bistro. Not that there’s something wrong with being space Italian, I just don’t think it’s the right choice for the Fetts. The design got slightly improved by season 7 but it still bugs the hell out of me.
I did eventually get into the show later and (of course) got invested in the clones. Unfortunately, they were largely sidelined by the Jedi storylines. Out of the two new main characters created for TCW, Ahsoka definitely got more development and focus than Rex. When they announced The Bad Batch, I was excited to see a show specifically devoted to the clones… at least that’s what it said on the tin. We have all seen what lurks beneath those stylish helmets.
Jango Fett, you are NOT the father.
So who is?
Based on interviews with Filoni, it sounds like the Bad Batch was a George Lucas idea. And like all his ideas, it’s super derivative. The original trilogy directly lifted elements from sci fi serials, westerns, and samurai movies, more specifically Kurosawa films like The Hidden Fortress. For The Bad Batch character designs, the influence is obviously American action and adventure movies.
Now let’s get specific. Bad Batch, who’s your daddy?
Hunter
Sylvester Stallone as Rambo in First Blood 1982. That bandana has become an integral part of the iconic action hero look. You see a character wearing one and it’s a visual shorthand for either “this character is a tough guy” like Billy played by Sonny Landham in Predator 1987, or “this character thinks he is/wants to be a tough guy” like Brand played by Josh Brolin in The Goonies 1985 or Edward Frog played by Corey Feldman in The Lost Boys 1987.
Hunter’s model is closest to the original clone base. If you look closely you will see the eyebrows are straighter with a much lower angle to the arch. His nose is also not the same shape as a standard clone like Rex, including a narrower bridge. It’s certainly not Temeura Morrison’s nose. Remember what I said about space Italians? It didn’t take much to push the existing clone design to resemble an specific Italian man instead of a specific Māori man. The 23&Me came back, and Hunter inherited more than the bandana from Sylvester.
Crosshair
The long narrow nose, the sharp cheekbones, the scowl. That’s no clone, that’s just animated Clint Eastwood. Not even Young and Hot Clint Eastwood from Rawhide 1959-1965. With that hair, I’m talking Gran Torino 2008. The man of few words schtick and family friendly toothpick in lieu of cigar are pure Eastwood as The Man With No Name from Sergio Leone’s spaghetti westerns A Fist Full of Dollars 1964, For a Few Dollars More 1965, and The Good the Bad and the Ugly 1966.
In a way, this is full circle because the actor Jeremy Bulloch took inspiration from Clint Eastwood for his performance as Boba Fett in ESB.
Wrecker
In an interview Filoni lists the Hulk as an (obvious) inspiration for Wrecker. Ever seen the old Hulk tv show from 1978? Well take a look at the actor who played him, Lou Ferrigno. Would you look at that. Even has his papa’s nose.
You could make the argument that Wrecker was influenced by The Rock, an appropriately buff ‘n bald Polynesian (Samoan, not Maori) man. But look at him next his Fast and Furious costar Vin Diesel and tell me which one resembles Wrecker’s character model more.
Tech
Tech is a little trickier for me to place. If he has a more direct inspiration it must be something I haven’t seen. That said, his hairline is very Bruce Willis as John McClane in Die Hard 1988. His quippiness and large glasses remind me of Shane Black as Hawkins from Predator 1987. In terms of his face, he looks a but like the result of McClane and Hawkins deciding to settle down and start a family. Although, Tech’s biggest contributors are probably just everyone on TV Trope’s list for Smart People Wear Glasses.
And finally,
Echo
Oh Echo. Considering he wasn’t created for the Bad Batch, he probably wasn’t based on a particular character or movie. But if I had to guess, his situation and appearance remind me a lot of Alex Murphy played by Peter Weller in Robocop 1987. However, Robocop explored the Man or Machine Identity Crisis with more nuance, depth, and dignity. Yikes.
The exact tropes and references used in The Bad Batch have been done successfully with characters who aren’t even human. Gizmo from Gremlins 2: The New Batch 1990 had a brief stint with the Rambo bandana. I could have picked any number of characters for Defining Feature Is Glasses but here is the most cursed version of Simon of Alvin and the Chipmunks. Suffer as I have. Marc Antony with his beloved Pussyfoot from Looney Tunes has the same tough guy with a soft center vibe as Wrecker and his Lula (also a kind of cat). Hell, in the same show we have Cad Bane sharing Cowboy Clint Eastwood with Crosshair. I actually think Bane makes a better Eastwood which is wild considering Crosshair has Eastwood’s entire face and Bane is blue.
So we’ve established you don’t need your characters to look exactly like their inspirations to match their vibe. So why go through the trouble and cost of creating completely new character designs instead of recycling and altering assets they already had on hand? Just slap on a bandana, toothpick, goggles, and make Wrecker bigger than the others while he does a Hulk pose and you’re done. Based on the general reaction to Howzer it would have been a low effort slam dunk crowd pleaser.
But they didn’t do that.
So here’s the thing. I like the tropes used in The Bad Batch. I am a fan of action adventure movies from the 80s-90s, the sillier the better. I am part of the Bad Batch’s target audience. Considering what I know about Disney and Lucasfilm, I went in with low expectations. I genuinely don’t hate the idea of seeing references to these actors and media in The Bad Batch. I don’t think basing these characters on tropes was a bad idea. If anything it’s a solid starting point for building the characters.
The trouble is nothing got built on the foundation. The plot is directionless, the pacing is wacky, and the characters have nearly no emotional depth or defining character arcs. They just sort of exist without reacting much while the story happens around them. But I can excuse all of that. You don’t stay a fan of Star Wars as long as I have not being able to cherrypick and fill in the gaps. This show has a deeper issue that shouldn’t be ignored.
Why do the animated clones bear at best only a passing resemblance to their live action actor? In interviews, Filoni wouldn’t shut up but the technological advancements in the animation for season 7. So if they are updating things, why not try to make the clones a closer match to their source material? Why did they have to look like completely different people in The Bad Batch to be “unique”? Looking like Temeura Morrison would have no bearing on their special abilities and TCW proved you can have identical looking characters and still have them be distinct. In fact, that’s a powerful theme and the source of tragedy for the clones’ narrative overall.
Here’s Filoni’s early concept art of Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter. (Interesting but irrelevant: Wrecker seems to have a cog tattoo similar to Jesse’s instead of a scar. Wouldn’t it have been funny if they kept that so when they met in season 7 one if them could say something like “Hey we’re twins!” That’s a little clone humor. Just for you guys 😘)
None of these drawings look like the clones in TCW, much less Temeura Morrison. Let’s be generous. Maybe Filoni struggles with drawing a real person’s likeness, as many people do. But he had to hand this off to other artists down the line whose job specifically involves making a stylized character resemble their actor. Yet the final designs missed the mark almost as much as this initial concept. Starting to seem as if the clones looking more like Temeura Morrison was never even on the table. It wasn’t a lack of creativity, skill or technical limitations on the part of the creative team. I don’t think there is an innocent explanation. They went out of their way to make the final product exactly how we got it.
This goes beyond homage. They could have made the same pop culture references and character tropes without completely stripping Temeura Morrison from the role he originated. It was a very purposeful choice to replace him with more immediately familiar actors from established franchises and films. It wouldn’t shock me if Filoni, Lucas, and anyone else calling the shots didn’t even think hard or care enough about the decision to immediately recognize a problem. And I don’t think they believed anyone else would either. At least no one whose opinion they cared about. Those faces are comfortingly familiar and proven bankable. They are what we’re all used to seeing after all. They’re white.
Lack of imagination, bad intentions, or simple ignorance doesn’t really matter in the end. The result is the same. Call it what it is. They replaced a man of color with a bunch of white guys. That’s by the book garden variety run of the mill whitewashing. There’s no debate worth having about it. For a fanbase that loves to nitpick things like whether or not it’s in character for Han to shoot first or Jeans Guy in the Mandalorian, we sure are quick to find excuses for clones who look nothing like their template. Why is that? If you don’t see the problem, congratulations. Your ass is showing. Pull your jeans up.
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The boss
This man, this fucking man, will be the death of me
Also it’s the gifs fault this has taken so long cause I’ve just been staring at him
Also thanks to @quindolyn who helped me write a part of this so I could get it out
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fiction and the abuse of this power balance isn’t acceptable.
Smut lol
The constant tapping of keys could make you mad sometimes, a pattering melody that indicated that time was passing during your work days. The job was simple. Check emails, answer the phone and keep track of his schedule. During the months of working for Mr. Black you had also developed a habit of ordering his lunch. In his top drawer he always had some crappy candy to keep him going, sometimes walking down to the floor below to get himself a coffee, and nothing more. So you asked him if he wanted a sandwich when you got back from your lunch break and kept doing it ever since.
The sound of buzzing pulled you from your thoughts and you looked down to press the intercom button.
“What do you need, sir?” You asked politely and looked over at the calendar to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything.
“Will you please get in here?” Sirius responded before dropping the conversation, keeping pleasantries short.
You stood up and straightened out your skirt before walking around your desk. Even though didn’t need to you gave the door a small knock before opening the door to his office.
“What can I help you with?” You asked sweetly and closed the door behind you.
Sirius sat behind his pitch black desk wearing just a dress shirt and slacks, his jacket descarded over the stiff sofa by the window. His hair was pulled into a bun that sat at the bottom of his neck, a couple curls had sprung free and framed his face.
“Can you look over these forms for me and then get them down to HR?” He asked holding a folder up toward you and you stepped forward to take it.
“Sure, should I make copies and get them back here or are HR filing them?” You asked as you flipped through the papers to get an understanding of what they were about.
“Tell them to file them, don’t want to put any more work load on you, love” he said and looked up with a smile, before turning back to his screen, “that’s all”.
You took the folder and walked out to your desk again, a little more flushed in the face than when you walked in. Before you took the job you had heard how the boss was harsh and pretty mean when he wanted to, but Sirius seemed to have taken a liking to you. He had only spoken kind words to you and had never made you worked overtime. In the mornings he always greeted you, sometimes staying to have a chat about the day ahead, and if he didn’t stay to work late into the night he always bid you goodbye.
Your thoughts started to wander into a daydream as you tried to read the forms he had given you, slowly drifting to some rather inappropriate thoughts to have about your boss. But how could you not when he looked like that? Eyes shining like the moon with such a depth that could make anyone lose their breath, hair silky and shiny that fell over his shoulders perfectly and the most blinding smile. How you got to see him so dressed everyday always made your mind wander to how he looked under his clothes. And his hands, oh his hands, were the most glorious things you’ve seen. The rings he wears, the way the veins pop out when he grips a pen and how he gestures to make his point clear always made you drool and your knees buckle. It always ended up with you thinking about how his hands would feel on you.
You shook your head to rid the thoughts and took a deep breath. After lazily reading through you walked three offices over to give them over to HR. The secretary behind the desk was unfamiliar to you and you greeted him with a smile, making some small talk before walking back to your desk.
The rest of your work day was uneventful. Talking with other companies over the phone, planning meetings and updating Sirius’ schedule over the next month.
Two men walked in for an afternoon meeting and you decided to take a little break, going down to the nearest cafe.
When the two men came back out you met them with a smile and the blonde one walked up to your desk.
”He wants you to in there” he said before giving you a quick nod.
You finished up the email you were writing and went into the office. Sirius sat behind his desk with his jaw clenched, fingers tapping against the wood of the table.
“What’s wrong Sir?” It was clear that something was wrong with Sirius, tension radiated off of him, if the physical signs weren’t clear enough.
“Close the door please,” he commanded with a stern tone and a slight unpleasant feeling washed over you as his irritation was now directed toward you. For the whole time you had worked for him he had never been harsh against you.
Closing the door behind you, making sure it latched, you walked further into his office and thoughts were flashing in your head. Is he going go fire you? Did something happen to the deal? Was it your fault?
“Did those men bother you?” He asked, his eyes holding yours with what seemed like a kindness hidden behind layers of despise and
You furrowed your brow in confusion, had you missed something? The only words they had uttered to you was about him wanting you in his office.
“No sir, is something the matter?” He was silent, “Did they agree to your proposal? Should I begin the paperwork?”
He scoffed, leaning back further in his chair, “I won’t be doing business with them. I’m sorry if you wasted your time with beginning the paperwork.”
“It’s fine, I didn’t start it but may I ask why not? It seemed like a promising partnership.”
Sirius sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose, seemingly very upset over something. When he didn’t answer right away you opened your mouth to say some rushed apology if you overstepped some boundaries, but then his cool grey eyes shot up at you.
“They said some very unprofessional things about you and I don’t wanna validate their statements by going into a partnership with them”.
You were slightly taken aback by his statement: both relieved that you were not the one who explicitly did something but also even more stressed since he blew off a big deal because of you.
“Mr. Black, if I’m in some way am standing in the way of this deal I can stand back, work behind the scen-“ you started but got cut off by him standing up abruptly.
“You did not do anything wrong. They’re just sexist pigs who obviously never been in the presence of a gorgeous woman” he muttered out, dropping the professionalism and the proper words, shifting the energy in the room.
He turned around to look at you, the line in between his eyebrows softening and he slowly tilted his head.
“M’ sorry, didn’t mean to put this in you” Sirius put his hands in his back pockets and pulled his lips into a thin line.
“I’m just confused why you aren’t more upset about the deal” you said honestly, feeling comfortable to share your thoughts in the more casual conversation you had, “I’ve been planning sub-meetings for weeks”.
“They disrespected you! Said some shit about you being a trophy” he sighed and leaned against the front of his desk, “can’t stand stuff like that”.
Your eyebrows knitted together tighter and let your head fall into a shake as you huffed slightly.
“Don’t understand why I go higher than a multi million dollar deal”.
Sirius looked back up to you again and sighed, but not as frustrated anymore.
“You really don’t get it, huh?” He asked, mostly rhetorically, but was encouraged to continue when he saw your little shake, “you are ethereal. You have this magnetism to you and I’ve tried to stay away but it’s so fucking hard!”
You gasped slightly at his word and in a haze from his compliments you took two small steps forward, getting closer to him.
“Why don’t you try not staying away from me?” You asked in a quiet voice, almost like you didn’t want him to hear.
But, oh, did he hear you and he closed the gap in between you, soft lips grazing yours. He stopped his movements right before it became an actual kiss, savoring the moment before crashing into you.
The kiss went from slow and reassuringly to heated in a matter of minutes and you started to grip onto him harder, pulling him as close as possible. But as his kiss went down your neck you realized where you were and who you were doing this with.
“We.. we maybe shouldn’t do it here, in your office” you whimpered out, but your grip on him to get him closer, “you’re my boss”.
His lips kept attacking your neck, sucking and biting, and he huffed at your comment.
”We can stop if you want, just say the words” he challenged and nipped extra hard at your neck.
You shook your head violently and let out a gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin, right by your pulsepoint.
“You’re a teenage wet dream” he pulled away to look at you, his lips a little swollen, “the sexy secretary”. He punctuated his words by grabbing a handful of your ass.
Sirius’ lips went back to your neck but slower this time. The passion was still their but it felt like he made an attempt to savor it, to take his time. His hands gripped onto your hips to push you closer to him.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk?” He growled as he pulled off his tie, snapping you out of your shock and your hand went to help him with the buttons of his white shirt.
His movements were harsh but you were always comfortable, he kept pulling away for eye-contact to make sure you weren’t regretting anything. And in your frenzy of pulling at the fabrics around his body your brushed against the package in his pants and his whole self tensed up. At first the placement of your movements and his reaction didn’t connect, but when it clicked you laughed breathlessly and started to palm his softly.
“Did that feel good, Mr. Black?” You asked as innocently as you could when you stood there with your skirt hiked up, red marks all over your neck and with your hand on your boss’ bulge.
“Oh you little minx” he growled before reaching for the buttons of your blouse.
Slowly the black fabric of your bra started showing and he let his forehead fall onto your shoulder, letting out a low groan, before taking in the view that was your chest. His eyes raked over your figure and a mix between a giddy smile and a mischievous smirk found its way onto his lips.
“You’re gorgeous, and all for me, huh?” He asked as his bottom lip got caught under his teeth.
You backed up so you could rest your butt against his desk, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Sirius’ hands found their way to the back of your skirt, fiddling with the zipper until he felt the nod of your head, pulling it down so you could step out of the garment.
When he got a glance of the black fabric of your panties that matched the bra he let his head fall back. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a chunk if your paycheck went to pretty underwear, one of your favorite ways of self-care.
He started undoing his pants as he watched you, eyes slightly glazed, and with his full attention on your body you felt a surge of confidence and your hands went behind your back to unclasp your bra. You let it fall to the ground, next to the rest of your clothes, and you smiled proudly at him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me” he muttered as he grabbed onto you again, kicking his pants of off him, “gotta be quick, love, and I promise to make it up to you”.
Sirius hooked two fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your legs, kissing his way back up. Somehow he had pulled down his boxers too and your eyes went down to see the most glorious dick you’ve ever seen. Instinctively you went down to grab it but he caught you.
“Can’t right now darling, gotta be inside you right now or I might combust” he grabbed onto your hips and placed you firmly on the desk.
With your legs spread he had easy access to slowly push into you, eyes trained on yours to detect any discomfort. Your breath hitched as you felt him stretch you out, dragging a hand through his raven hair.
“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good” he let his head once again fall against your shoulder as he slowly brought his hips away from you, feeling every intricate detail of your inner walls.
The lazy pace didn’t last long though as his hips started to snap into yours, a rush flowing through his veins to make you feel as good as possible. You wrapped your legs around him and hooked your feet at small of your back.
“Harder Sirius, please” you whined, slightly embarrassed that he had made you so desperate so quickly, but the pleasure that resulted in your command let those thoughts fall out of your head quickly.
The sound in his office was downright filthy as you both moaned out loud, skin slapping against each other. Even though you were at a considerably public place that didn’t stop the noises that he pulled out of you.
“Fuck you’re so big, sir” you didn’t mean to utter the title in that moment, your need to be professional hardwired into you, and you felt Sirius slow down slightly.
“Say that again” he demanded.
“Yo-you’re so big... sir” you mewled out and his eyes scrunched together.
The speed that his hips were moving most have been close to speed of light, your body moving around like a ragdoll on the furniture. A pressure was forming in your lower stomach and an urgent need for release filled you. Your hand went down to rub at your clit but he swatted it away to do it himself.
“Are you getting close?” He breathed out, his thumb moving deliciously over your bundle of nerves.
The combination of stimulation got you so close that you couldn’t even utter the words before crashing over the edge. The way you squeezed him got him there too, filling you up with warm ropes of cum.
The two of you stood there for a while, foreheads pressed together, and basked in this new form of intimacy. Sirius slowly moved to pull out of you and let out a puff of laugh as he looked down at his clock.
“Seems like I might have kept you in the office after hours” Sirius smiled brightly at you and you shook your head with a giggle.
“Fine by me if that’s the work I do after hours.”
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