#also lucky the pizza dog gets his own issue
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Malevolent Oppressors of the Blackguard Society
*Hey everyone! Thanks for your support and I hope you're having a spooky Halloween this year. For all those who read my fanfics, this latest one ties with the epilogue from 'Turtle Rush'. Join in as we head to the dark side of the Hidden City and its elite villains. Plot twists at every turn and family issues that go up in flames. What is gained and what is lost? Would you like to know~?
*NOTE: I will also provide COMIC PANELS later on to replace some of the text, so keep a lookout and don't miss out.
Until then...Stay safe, healthy, and in ghostly spirits!
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[HIDDEN CITY, 7 pm...]
Every yokai in the city below the city knows. Hard not to hear from the whispers and coups in the deepest parts of the underbelly. For those who don’t, better pray that they will never come across it on this day of the year. A place secluded on the outskirts of Hidden City.
CREEAAAKK—BAM!
The Malevolent Oppressors of the Blackguard Society (M.O.B.S).
🍺CHEERS!🍺
“Deal me in, boys!”
“No cheatin’ this time.”
“Another refill, my good man!”
“Hey! I asked for medium rare beetles—not raw!”
“In short, all I did was give him a little nudge.”
“Yeah, over the edge of the falls.”
“Cackle/Pfft/Buwahaha~!”
Any and every criminal gang you can think of has arrived. Make no mistakes, though. They know how to party in style. After all, they can’t resist a spacious lobby that rivals a ballroom, a bar to fit twenty with thousands of liquors of their choice, a gambling area for the lucky, unlucky, and dishonest cheaters, not to mention the endless buffet that stretches throughout half of the accommodation. It’s an underworld paradise.
SHATTER!
“...Ugghh...”
For one unfortunate soul, he’s stuck catering to these lethal felons for the entire night.
STOMP...STOMP...STOMP!
“Ahem.”
A giant struts over and points to his empty plate. With an anxious smile, the yokai quickly pours another portion before the latter goes back to the party.
“Yo~ bone-man!”
“Oh, it’s you, uh...Mud Dogs, was it?”
“What up, Hueso!”
The color-coded quartet greets the skeleton in their own way.
“Man, is this place great or what,” Mickey cheers.
“If you mean being forced against my will to partake in this loco fiesta...”
“C’mon, SH, lighten up,” Leonard smirks, “you’re hanging with the big shots. Check it out...”
He points his thumb to the nearest gang.
“We’ve got the Manglers of Battering in our midst. Toughest canines to ever live in the darkest ends of the forests.”
“And way smarter,” Danny implies, “than those Marauders of Brawling. Those gargoyles only think with their muscles as much as they get into trouble because of it.”
“Ooh, don’t forget the Maidens of Balladry!”
Mickey shoots his fin to the stage as the sirens harmonize.
“Their voices can hypnotize anyone to do their bidding.”
“I’d rather take that than hear those Misfits of Bantering.”
Hueso eyes the squabbling birds flapping their beaks away.
“Half the time I’m not even sure they are speaking words.”
“And what about the Miscreants of Belittling?”
“Ugh, nasty little imps. Really know how to put down a man even when he’s at his lowest.”
That’s when Big Green clears his throat, grabbing their attention.
“Over there is the real trouble.”
“Oh...them.”
They stare at the serpents circling near a corner of the bar.
“The Manipulators of Backstabbing.”
“Yes, I heard of their reputation,” Hueso comments, “there’s a reason why they’re called backstabbers.”
“Yeah, and their boss, Rendell, is the epitome of it.”
Leonard scoffs at the murky-colored lizard wearing a western leather hat.
“He’ll use any lowdown trick to worm his way into whatever his scaly hands can get.”
“He’s so confident that he can land a seat as one of the head boarders’.”
“Which he’s never gonna get.”
“A’right, enough about that. If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I think I’ll take my fortune at the roulette table.”
“Don’t get wise, Danny! We’re short on cash as it is!”
“Now, hook me up with those pizzas, Hueso!”
“Does this mean you’ve paid your debt?”
“Meh~ halfway. At least we’re trying.”
Sighing, the skeleton gives Mickey a whole box.
CLANG!
Suddenly, the merriment stopped. All eyes turn to the entrance, where some of the most feared criminal gangs, as well as mortal enemies, make their debut.
The ‘Masters of Barbarianism’, the ‘Makers of Brutality’, and even the crime lord of both cities, Big Mama.
Clack—Clack/Hiss~/Clunk...Clunk/Th-Thump...
Some take off their hats, bowing, others swallow the lumps in their throats, and the rest scatter from getting in their way. Three of the biggest names now sit at the head table, draped in black décor as a symbol of their rank and authority.
“Well, well, well...”
Rendell examines his knife in one hand, the other tipping the rim of his hat with a scaly claw.
“Fashionably late, as always, old timers.”
“There he goes again,” Danny mumbles, shuffling a new deck.
“I ain’t in the mood to bare fangs with you,” Bruce huffs.
“Aren’t we behaving like civilized folks. Y’all got a scheme to plot against me and my posse?”
“Ooh~ my scrum-delious-lizzy-poo,” Big Mama chuckles, darkly, “if I had my way, I would turn you into fan-tizy-oso matching shoes and handbags that would be oh-so-grand-tastic. Wouldn’t you say~?”
“So, shut yer trap, kid,” Beverly warns, bitterly, “or I’ll rip it off for ya.”
“Just try it, ya pint-sized hag. Not that those toothpicks ya call legs could chase the fastest criminal in these here parts.”
“How about we ssslice you into lizard shish kebabsss!”
“And~ I shall go refill the punch bowl.”
Hueso runs for the kitchen as an excuse to avoid any conflict.
HISS/GRR~
All the trio’s subordinates give dirty looks, making everyone else feel on edge.
“ENOUGH!”
🔥FLAAARRRRE!🔥
A large ball of green flame crashes down, almost burning the skin, feathers, and fur off the guests. When it dies down, felons gaze upon the crimson dragon at the top of the stairs. His emerald eyes as bold as the fire, the Japanese attire matching his elderly, yet hostile persona, and an aura that defines a powerful superiority far beyond theirs.
“I did not come all this way to hear you complain.”
SHAA!
“Uh!”
SHATTER!
Rendell’s eyes widen, feeling the rush of wind pass as the dragon appears in front of him, his cane stabbed into his glass, breaking it and the ice cube within.
“I may be old...but my days of fighting are far from over.”
The elderly yokai stares back, expressing an uninterested look his way.
“I’d rather not waste my time with someone who only talks his way in and ends up empty-handed. Wouldn’t you agree?”
A drop of sweat trails down the reptilian’s face and his eyes shift to the floor. The elder puffs a breath of green fire through his fangs, then turns his heel.
“Mm-mm-mm...now there’s someone who knows how to take charge.”
“Tell it, sister/You said it.”
The audience is shaken with fear and admiration.
Clunk-Clunk!
SHAA~
With two taps of his cane, a white and black wolf dressed in blood-red suits appear like shadows emerging from the ground. They pull up the red-velvet throne and the dragon sits center of the head table. All the criminals greet him with upmost respect.
“((Head Boss.))”
Also known as the leader of the M.O.B.S. organization.
“Alright, sit down. We got a long night ahead of us.”
They do as he says and listen attentively.
“I see you kids manage to make another mess of the place. Not that I don’t expect much from your rowdy selves getting carried away...”
“We’re being cranky more than usual, tonight.”
“You’re one to talk. Heard you’ve got some trouble of your own. Mind filling me in, boy?”
“Nothing I can’t handle...sir.”
“Woah,” Mickey whispers, “sounds like they got history or something.”
“Oh, right, you don’t know.”
“Uhh, know what?”
Leonard leans closer with a hand up to whisper.
“His WH—MPH?!”
Green covers Mickey’s mouth while Danny shushes him. The eel pushes the giant’s hand away and double takes towards the dragons.
“You mean they’re…”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Wait, does that mean—"
“Yup.”
“…Duuude, that’s heavy.”
“Ya think?”
“Still blows my mind every time.”
“So, head boss...”
That’s when one member raises his voice.
“Not that we don’t enjoy these little get-together’s...but why exactly did you invite us here, for?”
“I find it curious as well, sir.”
“Our usual meeting hardly come this early in the year.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors. However, according to my informants, they confirmed the details.”
The elder pauses to collect his thoughts, though hesitant.
“Dahlia Shinzo...my granddaughter...she has made a deal to give herself up to Corvidian.”
*MURMURING/WHISPERING*
All catch their breaths in sheer shock.
“I told you, didn’t I?”
“Unbelievable.”
“He can’t do that!”
“That bird is plum crazy!”
“Settle down, all of you,” Sr. Shinzo hollers, “this is now a business gathering, so pay attention! I will not repeat myself!”
“Woah, he’s really ticked off.”
“C’mon, you know how much he dotes on the kid.”
“Tell me about it. He bought all sorts of gifts with only the highest quality around the markets.”
“Yeah, well, I saw him at the pub near the docks when he attacked some amateur thugs smack-talking about Dahlia. Nearly destroyed the place.”
“Ooh~ I hope they have insurance.”
“Who—the thugs or the pub?”
“Head boss...”
“Yes, Dastardly?”
The rat stands up from his table.
“I’m sure everyone here, agrees, that to take hostage of a family member of the Shinzo Clan...is an act of war.”
All fall silent and cringe at the notion.
“My gang and I have known Dahlia for some time, now. So, I can understand your concern about wanting to protect her. Heck, even we consider her as family.”
Danny stops flipping the Joker card.
“But I can’t see us winning a fight that we’ll lose right from the start.”
CLUNK!
Bruce slams his drink, scowling at the remark.
“You better have something else to say that won’t cost your sorry tail.”
“Danny, are you nuts,” Mickey panics.
“Bro, this isn’t a good time to be the voice of reason,” Leonard harshly scolds.
Just then, Sr. Shinzo raises his hand to stop Bruce.
“You know that Danny is the only one bold enough to give such opinions, but they have proven beneficial then and even now. All the more reason I value him and his unbiased reasoning with the highest regards. What he says is true. Outnumbering Corvidian won’t be enough.”
“Dad, we have the resources—including every thieving, cunning, cutthroat outlaws from all corners of the city. We have to force Corvidian back before he does.”
“Kenji is right, you know.”
A snarl escapes Bruce as he turns to the spider.
“He’ll take down anyone,” Big Mama advises, “who even grunts a simple ‘no’. This dim-devi-dismalous contract she’s in is unavoidable. Even I don’t have the firepower to stop his unlimited forces.”
“I don’t wanna hear that from the insect who tore my family apart!”
“Bruce...sit down.”
“Are you serious?! You’re a father—so you know exactly how it felt when Dahlia lost everything that day!”
“And does that give us any right to act as executioner? Is that how you want Dahlia to see you?! Is that what your brother would’ve wanted?!”
“Eli didn’t run from the fight! He did what need ta’ be done!”
“But at the cost of his life!”
🔥🔥FLAAARRRE!🔥🔥
“SAY THAT AGAIN, OLD MAN!”
“YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!”
No one could speak up as they bare their flames, storming towards each other.
“You weren’t so keen when Eli said he was moving to the surface with Jade!”
“What do you expect?! I’m your father! I was only thinking of my children’s well-being!”
“It was his decision to leave the family business!”
“Yes, but I never resented him for that!”
“Then ya should’ve admitted it instead of shuttin’ yourself away for a year cause of your stubborn pride!”
“As if you’re any better!”
“Like father like sons, aye!”
“I never forced you into being the next boss of the Masters of Barbarianism! So, don’t blame me for—”
“Oh, I can! Don't pretend like you're not to blame! Cause if mom knew the king of gangsters was too weak to—”
THUD/URGH/CRUMBLE!
Kenji pummels his son into a pillar, causing a deep crack line above them as his cane lodges onto his throat.
Clank/Rattle/Clink/Tumble~
All activity stops, abruptly, with tensions rising.
“Don’t you dare...bring your mother into this.”
Despite the dark scowl that makes people cower with fear, his son isn’t fazed.
KICK/SLIDE!
One swift to the gut makes Kenji slide back.
“Bad move, old timer.”
SHACK!
The young descendant draws his sword.
“Eugh—that’s not good.”
“Battle stations~!”
“Take cover/Move it/Hit the dirt~!”
The bar counter, pillars, tables propped, and anything solid are used as shields for what’s about to go down.
CLANG/CLASH!
“URGH/GRR!”
SLASH/CLACK/SLICE/CLANG/CLASH!
WHOO~OOSSSHHH!
Air slices through every strike they blow, strong enough to cut deep marks into the stoned walls and fragile objects into half.
“Maybe we should stop them?!”
“By all means—turn yourself into fried sushi!”
CLASH!
Both dragons are evenly matched, blocking in-between with their weapons. The harder the force, the deadlier their rage strengthens to cause terror for all.
SHATTER!
Suddenly, the dome glass above breaks.
ROOOAAAARRR!
Bursting in is a giant dragon blazing in scarlet and violet flames.
BLAM/WHOOSH/POW!
Kenji and Bruce are stuck by it, causing them to collide on opposite sides of the room.
SCREE~EEECCHH!
The creature does a spiral dance.
🔥🔥FLAAARRRRE!🔥🔥
“Break it up, you two!”
Everyone is stunned as the flames scatter like flower petals, revealing the person before them.
“I’m getting pretty fed up with the same ol’ routine.”
“Well, if that don’t beat all!”
“Is that you, little lady?”
Yes, it’s none other than the girl in question, Dahlia, currently dressed in black tie attire smiling to the crowd.
“Look at that fellas! The baby girl’s all grown up!”
“Hey, everyone. Still alive? There’s a stash of aspirin and club soda out back for you old timers.”
“You got your mother’s looks and your father’s moxie, alright.”
“Good to see you, sweetie!”
“Hi, Miss Beverly!”
“Hey, thanks for the shampoo. Great quality for a fair price.”
“Told you.”
“What up, ‘Lia,” Mickey hollers, excitedly, “killer entrance!”
“How’d you do that,” Leonard smirks, sounding impressed.
“Something I learned to help stop the Kraang invasion. A story for another time. Oh, hold on...”
FWEE~EET!
TOSS!
“WOAH/AAHH!”
KA-THUMP!
In a split second, a trio of felons, with insect features, are tossed onto the staircase.
“Hahahaha~! What a rush, aye boys!”
“Let’s do that again, boss!”
“Oh no/Not again/These guys...”
“See? I told you I was right.”
“So, you’ve told me.”
Hovering inside is Donnie, dressed in the same attire with no tie, just an unbuttoned shirt.
“You weren’t kidding about calling them the ‘Maniacs of Bafflement’. I thought it was just a poorly configured acronym.”
“Well, if you knew the kind of crazy, insane stuff they do, you’ll understand why even their peers don’t associate with them much.”
“No kidding.”
“DAHLIA!”
Bruce regains himself as he dusts off the debris from his suit.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Oh, hey, uncle. We caught these guys raiding the kitchen pantry. Not the first time, I’m sure. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t been here before, remember?”
“That was a last-minute thing! Not my fault your dad dumped a three-year-old the same day he was leaving without telling me!”
“You should be lucky I’m here at all. Who else is gonna keep you and grandpa away from tearing each other apart? Again.”
“Yes, yes, we’re very grateful.”
Kenji strolls over with an open arm.
“Now, c’mere, and give this old man a hug.”
Dahlia eagerly runs over and buries herself into his strong arms.
“Buenas noches, Ojii-san.”
“Oho-ho~ I missed you, my dear grandchild. How’s New York up top treating you?”
“Oh~ nothing I can’t handle.”
“That’s my girl! And that frontal assault you just did was incredible! You’re a better fighter than my sons were at your age.”
“Hello again, Dahlia.”
“Fang! Shen!”
Dahlia leaps onto the wolves, burying her face in their fluffy fur.
“Still as soft as clouds. You gotta tell me which hair products you’re using.”
“Optimistic as ever, I see,” Shen (black wolf) compliments.
“We’re very glad to see you, too, miss,” Fang (white wolf) chuckles.
Cayden and Callen sweat-drop seeing their boss about to blow a fuse.
“Haven’t seen that face in a while,” someone chuckles.
“Only that girl,” another comments, “can turn that grump into a pile of gush.”
The older dragon notices the purple terrapin waiting on the sidelines.
“Oh, right...this is Donatello Hamato. My boyfriend.”
“BOYFRIEND?!?”
Nearly everyone repeats it in shock.
“Hah! You boys owe me twenty bucks!”
“Augh/C’mon/Aw man!”
“That’s cheap!”
“Yeah, ya should’ve bet a hundred like we did!”
“Darn it, I was so close!”
“Cough it up, man.”
A few groans of dismay are bellowed as the losers pay the betting teams.
“AHEM!”
They soon shut up when Senior Shinzo gives a stern glare. This makes Donnie swallow the lump in his throat, realizing how important this dragon’s status holds to this community.
“So, you’re the one she spoke so highly on the phone.”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“I’m Kenji Shinzo. Nice to finally meet you.”
“Uh yes—I-I um...you too.”
Donnie awkwardly shakes his hand.
“I wasn’t sure if my granddaughter would find that ‘special someone’. This puts me at ease, now.”
“Really?...just like that? D-Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s common for parents to have an overbearingness towards their child or grandchild. Not that y-you would be like that, or anything—I’m just saying for the sake of the—”
“Donnie, you’re prolonging a monologue again.”
Dahlia pats his arm to calm his nerves. This makes her grandfather chuckle in amusement.
“Kid, if you got the guts to come all this way to see me in a place like this, then I know my granddaughter has made the right choice.”
“So then...”
“I trust you both to make your own decisions. You have my blessing.”
“YES! I mean...thank you, sir! Phew—that actually went better than I thought.”
“Y’know Donnie brought a 30-page script to read about our lives leading up to this moment?”
“Hey, no—Dahlia, there’s no need for him to know at this point!”
“Like I said,” she whispers, “isn’t he adorkable?”
“Guess he had it bad from the start.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t realize it at first. It was kinda cute.”
“Hey—hey! I know you’re talking about me over there! I can lipread, missy!”
But this only makes the relatives laugh even more. Meanwhile, the youngest member of the Mud Dogs is freaking out while his giant friend pats his head.
“How could I not realize,” he whines, “it was sooo obvious! And I didn’t even get them a gift…”
“Not your fault Mick’. This family carries more secrets than a steel vault.”
“Wait—where did you get that money?”
“Hey, if you’re gonna win a bet, then ya gotta make sure your resources are legit.”
Green shakes his head and Danny facepalms as the ogre counts his winnings.
“Grandpa...there’s someone else we brought.”
Putting her arm out, another figure steps out of the shadows. She holds his shoulder standing beside him in a suit and vest combo.
“This is the boy I mentioned. His name is Casey.”
Kenji takes Casey’s hand in a tight grasp.
“She told me your story. Words can’t describe how thankful I am for what you’ve done. It must have been difficult.”
“...It was...but now I have a life my sensei wanted me to have.”
The couple smiles back in agreement.
“Then you hold on to it, my boy.”
Casey nods with certainty. Dahlia turns her attention to Big Mama and steps forward.
“Big Mama...”
“Dahlia...it’s been quite some time.”
Their associates can sense the heavy atmosphere.
“Man...this has got to be awkward.”
“Why’s that?”
“You never heard the story?”
“Word on the street is that they had a showdown, five years ago. Head boss’s granddaughter burst in destroying her stadium and wrecking her hotel.”
“Big Mama didn’t stand a chance against Dahlia’s outrage that she froze in fear.”
“Woah—seriously?”
“Like a statue.”
“Is that why the Battle Nexus was canceled for months?”
“Believe me, if Dahlia wasn’t from the right side of the law, that girl would’ve been the most terrifying criminal in the Hidden City.”
They didn’t care if they heard the rumors. Both women are fully aware of the truth.
“...During the Shredder incident, I apologized for what I did.”
Dahlia’s eyes become glossy with a soft expression.
“But you know exactly why I took my anger out on you.”
Even the spider’s lackies knew just by their reactions.
“I’m surprised my grandfather let you stay in this circle.”
Big Mama looks at her reflection on the bottle beside her.
“He thought it best to keep me closely guarded, like a dog, tightly-woundly-leashed from biting the hand that feeds it as a more suitable punishment. Of course I couldn’t go against his orders...but I accepted this of my own free will.”
She takes the last drop of her beverage.
“So, yes...even I have some regrets I wish I hadn’t caused. Yours was...the unforgivable kind.”
“... ...”
C-Clunk
Trickle~
Dahlia gently pours a refill as if she were on her waitress duty, which surprises the spider.
“This one has a strong bitterness to it, but the aftertaste becomes easier to swallow.”
“...Then I suppose I shall have to get used it.”
A faint smile appears, as Big Mama takes the offer as a sign of bygones be bygones.
“As for you two...”
WHACK/OW/SMACK/AUGH!
Some cringe at the painful slap she gave to their superiors’.
“I knew you were gonna make a big deal about...this whole situation! That’s partially why I came here in the first place! Not to mention you forcing my boss to cater this charade!”
“Although certain felons,” Donnie scoffs, “whose names I shall not reveal at this moment, would try to take advantage of Corvidian’s deal for a hefty price, wouldn’t you say?”
“Don’t be serious, boy.”
“No one is stupid enough to lay a hair on the head boss’s own grandchild.”
“Unless ya count this walking suitcase.”
“Like I would stoop that low.”
“Exactly, Renny.”
“I warned ya not to call me that.”
“Renny, Ren, Rendy, Rendezlle—take your pick. Either that or I start saying ‘Delle’ every time I have the urge to eat a sandwich. Actually that sounds good right now. Hey, Don, you wanna grab something at the buffet?”
“I think I saw bologna sandwiches fresher than this guy’s comebacks.”
Their nonchalant retorts earn a snicker from the spectators and a growl from the unamused lizard.
FWIP!
CLANG!
Before the knife could take a hit, the fox bellhop appears, catching the weapon in his claws.
“Tch...spider’s pet.”
“Big talk, for an overgrown handbag, lad.”
The fox looks over his shoulder, nodding to Dahlia and earning her gratitude.
“Look, Renny, I don’t have time for your tantrums. I’ve got a deal to keep.”
“Out of the question.”
“Grandpa...”
“No! Not again...”
Kenji gently grasps his granddaughter’s and son’s shoulders.
“Dahlia, when you first came to me, it was like reliving my years raising your father and uncle. I never felt that kind of joy in a long time. Not since my wife...”
“...Dad...I, uh...”
“I know I can be difficult, son...but you two are all that I have left of this family. I’m not losing either one of you because of a past mistake.”
“And you won’t...but for now...”
She takes a step back from them.
“This is goodbye.”
The yokai stare in confusion when her attitude changes.
[Wise decision.]
WHIRRRLLL~
A chilling voice echoes, sending shivers down their spines as an eerie black fog rolls in.
FLAP—FLAP!
The audience murmurs in distress, fully alert of the tall, feathered figure behind the girl.
“Holy.../It’s him/He's here."
“YOU...”
Kenji grips his cane as flames spit out of his tongue in fury. Corvidian pays no mind to his presence and looks down at Dahlia.
“Your time is up, my dear.”
He puts his hand out.
“Time to go.”
“Fat chance, stuffed turkey!”
SHWINGE!
“NGH!”
“Son!”
With a flick of a wing, a feather shoots out and wraps itself around Bruce’s neck, nearly strangling him.
“Please...this is between you and me.”
The magpie exchanges looks between the family members before he complies with her wishes, releasing the dragon.
“Uncle...I have to go.”
“Don’t say that!”
“She has no choice.”
CLINK/CLANK!
Corvidian reveals the hidden, translucent chains on Dahlia’s wrist, ankles, and neck.
“A binding spell...?”
“No magic or weapon can break these shackles. Her soul belongs to me now.”
“You smug—”
PINCH!
“Uh!”
JAB!
“Argh!”
“Boss/Sir!”
With one touch to the neck, the lizard paralyzes Bruce and Kenji, forcing them to go on their knees.
“What do you think you’re doing, Rendell?!”
“My job.”
The Manipulators of Backstabbing stand beside the magpie, with the leader tipping his hat.
“No surprise there,” Danny growls.
“Don’t take it personally, rodent. I’m a payroller who has better benefits.”
“If you’re done playing games, we have an arrangement to fulfill.”
Dahlia stands face-to-face with her blood relatives.
“You two raised me well. I’ll take it from here, now.”
“D-Dahlia...”
“Don’t struggle, boss.”
Fang and Shen support both dragons just as Casey steps in.
“Take me as well.”
“Casey, no, we talked about this.”
“But I’m just as valuable as you are. A person from the future who traveled back in time. I don’t think he could ever turn a better deal like this down...wouldn’t you agree, sir?”
A smirk creeps its way upon his lips.
CLANK!
In a flash, the magpie slaps the same mystic cuffs onto Casey.
“Jones...”
“I’ve depended on you and the turtles my whole life. Now it’s your turn to put your faith in me.”
The terrapin comes closer, his girlfriend giving a somber look.
“Donnie...I know you don’t...but I—”
“It’s okay. I trust you.”
He embraces her as if it was their last.
“I’ll find you, Dahlia. I promise.”
Donnie lifts her chin to capture her lips, as tender loving as the bond they strongly share. Dahlia quickly breaks apart with her hand slipping from his fingertips. Rendell and his team surround Dahlia and Casey as they follow behind Corvidian.
“Aw, screw this!”
CLATTER!
Leonard slams his foot on the table and points his sharp comb towards the magpie.
“If you think you’re gonna walk on right outta here with our friend, then buddy—you got another thing comin’!”
“Yeah—you’re not so special, ya overgrown chicken!”
“Way to show us up, Mud Dogs.”
“Hey, if they’re going at it, then let’s make it a brawl we’ll never forget.”
“Right/Let’s go/C’mon, fellas!”
Every gang member grows a backbone, weapons at the ready.
“...Fable.”
SCHULP—SCHULP!
“Hey/What/Gasp/Huh?!”
With one command, Dahlia’s familiar multiplies countless doppelgangers of his gigantic form to block everyone. The original still in his small stature looks up at Dahlia gently petting his head.
“I need you to stay behind.”
Though inaudible, he hugs her arm, making her laugh.
“Take care of the guys for me.”
With her final words, she and Casey follow Corvidian upstairs, the others helplessly watching.
SHAAA~
As the black mist slowly engulfs them, the last thing they see is Dahlia smiling with one final farewell.
FWOOOOMMM~
Without a trace, the dark mist evaporates into thin air. Everything and everyone in the room is struck with disbelief of the events that have unfold.
“...What...just...”
“I-I...I can’t believe it.”
“She actually...”
In the midst of it all, Danny pushes himself through the familiar’s barrier and walks over to Donnie, staring at the empty void above them.
“As much as I’m upset you let her go like that...I’m assuming you kids didn’t come here without a contingency plan?”
“No...”
Donnie leans over to Kenji and drops the item in his scaly palm.
“They gave us everything we need to start it.”
Cayden and Callen help Bruce up, now able to move his limbs freely.
“That little...I’m gonna yank that cowboy’s tail right off him when...huh?”
Bruce and his subordinates stare at the hair brooch in his father’s hand, nearly speechless.
“Dad...is that...”
“Yes...this is the very same.”
“Artio gave it to Dahlia. She wanted you to see it for yourself.”
Kenji shuts his eyes, clutching the accessory to his chest.
CLANG!
The elderly dragon turns his heel, slamming the cane down.
“LISTEN UP!”
His colleagues stand in attention.
“Scour every corner of Hidden City! The forest, the caverns, the deepest depths of the swamps if you have to! Find the entrance to Corvidian’s lair! I’ll reward anyone who has a shred of information! This time we’re taking back what was stolen from us!”
“YES, HEAD BOSS!”
“Alright, ladies! Back to the lagoons!”
“I got the scent, boys. We’ll show ‘em why we are the best trackers.”
“Ooh-ho-hoo~ this is gonna be fun!”
“Hah! Amateurs...they don’t realize that the skies are the best way to spy on uncharted territory.”
“You tell them, sir!”
The place is buzzing as everyone leaves to carry out Kenji’s orders. Donnie turns around, seeing Big Mama come forward.
“I shall provide the necessary artillery.”
“What’s the catch...?”
“No catch, this time. Take it as payment for saving my Snuggle-Muffin-Beefcake from certain doom.”
“O-kay, note to self: delete all memory data of that nickname which I shall not speak of. Other than that, I’ll take your word for it...I guess.”
“Donatello...”
Bruce grabs his shoulder.
“I’m counting on you. Make one mistake and I’ll use your shell as a hood ornament on my car.”
“Normally, I’d be terrified by such threats.”
Donnie puts a hand out.
“But I’m not called a genius for nothing.”
Smiling, they urban handshake.
“If you have any questions, you can contact me via text and/or email. I hacked into your phones and sent mine the moment I entered the building.”
“Wait, you did what?”
CLACK—C-CLICK!
PSHWOOO~
Using his mystic abilities, Donnie forms his battle shell and sends everyone off with a salute and flies out from the broken roof.
“Heh...nice kid. Like the way he thinks.”
“Reminds me of someone.”
“You better be talking about Leonard.”
From the sidelines, Hueso had come out of hiding and gawks at the chaos before him.
“I should have charged double.”
BEEP-BEEP—BEEP!
While soaring over the underground city, Donnie dials and waits for the caller to pick up.
[Go for Neon-Leon! What took you so long, D?]
“Enough with the quips, Nardo. ‘Operation: Raiding the Raven’ is a go. You are clear to engage.”
[Roger that, Donnie-boy. We’ll see you back at base.]
Hanging up, the terrapin accelerates his speed and heads for an exit above.
‘Just hold on, guys...we’re coming.’
.
.
.
.
.
.
RATTLE—RATTLE~!
Clanking of the chains pull the doors wide open. The teens take a moment to adjust their eyes from the bright light shining through. What they see is beyond anything they’ve ever imagined.
FWOOM!
Corvidian folds all four wings as he gestures to the entrance.
“Welcome...to your new home.”
Dahlia and Casey exchange glances before braving into the unknown, with one mission in mind.
‘We’re not leaving until we find them.’
CREEEAAAK~
CLANG!
‘This. Ends. Here.’
#imagine4000 masterpost#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#tmnt fanfiction#rottmnt fanfiction#tmnt fanart#imagine4000 art#tmnt donnie#tmnt oc characters#rottmnt oc character#rottmnt boss bruce#rottmnt big mama#rottmnt fox bellhop#rise of the tmnt fanart#imagine4000 fanfiction#imagine4000 collection
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“ 💐 ” delivery ala Lucky, he worked really hard at getting lucky to carry these delicately and deliver them from Point A himself to point B which is Wanda ;; @mastcrmarksman
send 💐 to gift my muse a flower bouquet ;; accepting
She bit her bottom lip, laughter waiting to burst forth but she would not distract the dog whilst he was working. And doing such a good job.
Wanda had to wonder how many pizza slices had been needed to get Lucky to agree to such a thing, or if Clint had given up something else important in order to train the happy-go-lucky dog. Probably his spot on the chair.
The flower delivery system was just as impressive in its way as the flower arrows he’d made (how, she still wasn’t sure) so many years ago now. Because when she was down, Wanda could count on Clint to cheer her up. Or irritate her to the point she forgot what the original issue was. That was also helpful.
This was more of the former, though she wasn’t feeling down - just a little burnt out.
Funny how Valentine’s Day had finally caused a pick up in business at her. Many requests for love potions and charms (which she didn’t and would sell) then the ingredients to make their own, or a spell book to make them find The One or get revenge on The Used To Be The One.
“Cutest delivery boy I’ve ever seen,” she remarked, gently taking the flowers and of course rewarding Lucky with attention, scratches, and pets. But the flowers caught her own attention. Pretty. Pretty beautiful. Certainly got her to smile so there was maybe something to them.
Her eyes flickered past Lucky, bright glint in her eyes, smile wider still - before she looked back at Lucky and scratched him under his chin, “Thoughtful gesture from the person gifting the flowers, huh? Lots of effort going in with you, too. Reckon I should return the effort some time?” Her hand had moved to scratching behind an ear, before she straightened up, the flowers held gently into her body. Well, if she was going to spend the day with anyone, who else was it going to be? This was a day they could probably do without - but Clint’s gesture was appreciated.
“Or should I just spend the day with you, huh, boy?” Well, no offence to Lucky - she’d spend time with him always. But she could do with some Clint company, actually.
#lucky the bestest boy always working hard at his jobs#flowers from Clint are AN EXPERIENCE#ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic#mastcrmarksman
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just a reminder that clint is forever a mood and if you haven’t read any of his comics go read the Matt Fraction run because it is amazing, especially after seeing how much the hawkeye disney+ series has taken after it. Go read it, bro
#also lucky the pizza dog gets his own issue#if that’s not reason enough#but another great issue is one done in sign language#one of my favorite comic runs#as someone who didn’t like clint in the mcu prior#comics#marvel#clint barton#hawkeye#marvel studios#mcu#mcufam#kate bishop#hawkeye season 1#hawkeye disney+#hawkguy
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I just want you (Chip Taylor / Reader)
Requested: Yes
Word counting: 3.5K
Summary: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?
Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of 68 Kill.
A/N: Hello, beautiful people! sorry, I've been a little absent here, but writing my series has taken most of my time! Also, I feel a little blocked, and my personal life has been a mess. But, here it is: my first Chip Taylor fic. Have you guys seen 68 Kill? I love that movie, and I love Chip so much. He deserves the world. I hope you guys like this little story!
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It wasn’t like I didn’t know my husband was handsome, ‘cos you had to be blind not to see his face was made by the gods, and all of his features were simply perfect. I just didn’t know every woman would flirt with him everywhere we were all the time.
And they weren’t even subtle about it. No. They made it very obvious when they looked at Chip each time they stopped by his work. They wanted him.
After all those years together, a part of me had made peace with that. I couldn’t stop them. He was hot, he didn’t want their attention, but he wasn’t rude or anything like it. Chip Taylor was a very polite man who was also very blind to the attention his looks gave him.
Chip owned a small pet sitting business that had started to really take off in the last few months. He had some savings that he used to buy a house when we first started dating. He lived there until we got married, and then we bought a bigger place outside the town. That’s when he decided to turn his old home into his own pet sitting business. And it was a hit. Chip is fantastic with animals. He is great with everybody, but pets just… melt with him. I think they can see the kindness of his soul.
Chip Taylor deserves the best things in life ‘cos he is the best man I’ve ever met. I’ve loved him since the day it took him almost half an hour to walk over and talk to me in the bar we met.
- “Every time a pretty face pops up, my brain turns into a potato- he explained, flustered ‘cos he kept stuttering as he asked for my number.
He was too sweet. Too cute. And he loved me. He had a ring that said so. But again, that didn’t stop most women who met him from flirting with him.
- “Here he is. Little Rascal had a great day today”- Chip walked to the front yard with a french bulldog, who kept barking, trying to get an extra treat from him. I smiled from a safe distance, reading a book sitting on a porch while Chip met with the dog owner. And she was as excited as Rascal was.
- “Hi baby! Did you have a good day today?”- the lady held the leash and caressed her dog’s head a few times before returning her attention fully to my husband.
- “Thank you for taking care of him.”
- “You are very welcome, Kim. It’s my job.”
- “No, it’s more than that. Rascal hates strangers, and he has been an angel with you since day one. I tell you, Chip, you are someone special.”
I know my husband blushed, ‘cos he is terrible with compliments. So he just shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. His shirt raised, showing his very toned midsection. And I swear, I had to force myself to stay put on that chair, ‘cos the way that woman looked at my husband was enough to make my blood boil. I wanted to run over and push her away from him. I wished I could tell her to get her dog and get the fuck out of our property.
But no. I didn’t. Instead, I tried to keep on reading, which was honestly impossible. But at least I didn’t move from my chair. I just stared at that scene, trying to control the urges of smashing that woman’s head against her car.
- “So, do you have plans for the weekend?”- the woman asked him, smiling flirtatiously
- “Not really.”- not the smartest answer, I’ll give you that.
- “Great! that means you can’t say no! I am having a small get-together at my place this Friday. You should totally come.”
- “Thank you, Kim, but...”
- “I’ll text you my address. I’m not taking no for an answer!”
Chip was awkward, he felt pushed to say he’d go, but I knew he didn’t want to. If he did, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Besides, he wouldn’t usually make plans without asking me first. A part of me wanted to run and help him out of that awkward situation, but I knew he had to do it on his own. Yes, he was a grown-up, but after knowing everything he had gone through before we met, a big part of me wanted to take care of him constantly. I didn’t want anything wrong ever to happen to Chip. He didn’t deserve anything bad.
- “Thanks, Kim, really, but… I think I should ask my wife first”- he whispered and smiled kindly at the woman, who didn’t hide the disappointment from her face. I have the feeling she never actually saw the ring on my husband’s finger.
- “Wife? I had no idea you were married, Chip”- he chuckled and nodded as the woman tried to act normal again. But she couldn’t.
- “Yes, I’ve been married for the last ten months.”
- “Just ten months? Well, she is a lucky woman…”
- “Thank you”- Chip petted Rascal’s head and added- “But I am sure I am the lucky one to have her. I still can’t believe she actually married me.”
- “Come on, Chip! Any woman would be happy with a man like you.”
And that was when that woman crossed the line and rubbed my husband’s arm for longer than necessary. He froze and looked at her, not knowing how to get out of that situation. Chip is a sweet soul who still has some significant issues when it comes to setting boundaries.
I jumped from my chair and walked over quickly, with a big smile on my face. The woman turned to me and raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing who I was.
- “Hello, sorry to interrupt you, boo, but it’s getting late for our date.”
We didn’t have a date that night. But well, now we did.
Chip frowned, confused, and waited for me to explain a little more what I was saying. But, instead, I just smiled and held his hand, making sure that the woman’s hand was as far from him as possible.
- “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Chip’s wife.”- I said and waved.
- “Kimberly, nice to meet you.”
- “So you are Rascal’s mom. He is a sweetheart”- I kneeled and petted Rascal’s head behind his ears, right where I knew he liked it. Kim just nodded and smiled.
- “Ok, we should go, it’s getting late. Bye Chip”- she waved quickly, walking to her car. My husband said goodbye and wrapped an arm around my waist as I stood by his side and rested my head on his shoulder.
- “We are not going to her “little get-together,” by the way”- I whispered, and he chuckled.
- “Good, ’cause I didn’t want to go either. I actually had plans for the weekend, but I didn’t want to discuss them with her.”- I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and felt his big hands caressing the lower part of my back.
- “Which plans?”
- “I’m planning to stay in bed with my wife the whole weekend, watch movies, kiss her a lot, and maybe asking for pizza.”
- “You had me at ˝stay in bed,” Chip Taylor”- I giggled and kissed his cheek- “She was flirting with you, by the way.”
- “I don’t care if she tried to flirt. I only have eyes for you, moonbeam”- I chuckled at the cheesy nickname and felt his lips on mine. They felt warm and soft and filled with love.
But it wasn’t always so easy to shake off the thoughts of a woman flirting with Chip. Unfortunately, sometimes it was harder to remain calm. Some women were more aggressive with their flirting. Some were actually way hotter than me, and sometimes that makes you doubt yourself.
I didn’t know Liza or Violet, so I never knew if they were prettier, more intelligent, or sexier than me. I couldn’t compare or compete with them either, ‘cos they were dead. But some random women made my life a little more challenging from time to time.
- “Chip? Chip Taylor?”- a soft woman’s voice interrupted our conversation and forced my husband to turn around, feeling now also her hand on his shoulder. We were at our favorite bar, having a drink, celebrating the end of the week and another successful month of Chip’s small business. We were chatting about our days, sitting at our usual table, when interrupted.
- “Anna Davis? Hi! How are you?! Long time no see!”- my husband stood up and hugged the stranger like long-lost friends reunited. I had never heard of any “Anna” before. I was trying to remember if I did.
- “I haven’t seen you in ages! What are you doing here?”- Anna said and laughed- “I can’t believe it’s really you!”- and so, they hugged again.
- “Hi”- I waved from the table and smiled at the two of them as they moved apart.
- “I’m so sorry, babe. (Y/N), this is Anna, my neighbor when I was in middle school. Anna, this is (Y/N), my wife.”
- “Hi, nice to meet you”- she shook my hand and smiled at me for a second, and then turned to my husband again and continued catching up.
Chip looked happy and excited to see her. He didn’t have many friends, he still didn’t know how to trust most people, probably why he decided to work with animals instead. He had a good relationship with Jim, the boy who helped him clean, and with a few classmates from the community college. But that was it.
- “I can’t believe you are here!”- Chip was beaming- “Are you with someone?”
- “My friends were leaving. I’m visiting one of my best friends, who moved here a few years ago. But she has to work tomorrow morning, so she wanted to go home.”
- “Do you wanna sit with us for a while?”- Chip asked her and turned to me smiling. Of course, I couldn’t say no. Well, he didn’t actually ask; he just looked at me, and I moved my chair to make room for one more on the table.
- “I would love to! Thank you!.”
I loved the idea of meeting Anna, at first. I didn’t know many people from my husband’s past, basically just his parents. The fact she was his friend growing up sounded amazing, and it meant I could finally talk with someone who knew him when he was a kid and could tell me more stories about my husband.
But Anna had other plans. My husband blinded Anna. She basically ignored me, and he was so excited to see her and talk to her, he didn’t even notice I was being left out of the whole conversation.
At first, it was ok. Chip wanted to catch up with Anna, know what she was doing with her life, and all that. So he asked for her parents and family. Apparently, they were pretty close growing up.
- “Remember each Friday we had a secret sleepover?”- she asked and laughed. My husband nodded and sipped his drink.
- “Yeah! I would sneak into your house and watch a movie.”
- “You know, my parents knew you were coming to hang out after curfew. They just didn’t think it was wrong”- she added and laughed- “I’m just glad they didn’t know about the day we tried smoking for the first time!”
Chip burst into laughter, and so did Anna. I just stared at them and sighed. Neither of them explained the story. They were just too caught up in each other to even notice I was there.
Yes, I was feeling jealous of Chip’s long-lost childhood friend. I knew it made no sense, but somehow, he completely forgot I existed when she was there. Yes, it was probably ‘cos he was surprised to bump into her at a bar on a random night after so many years.
But the more I looked at her, the more I realized she was gorgeous. She had long legs, beautiful golden hair, green eyes. The girl could go to a freaking beauty pageant and win it. Besides, Anna wasn’t acting friendly, if you ask me. She kept rubbing my husband’s arm, repeating how excited she was to see him, and saying over and over again how good he looked… it was a little too much.
- “I tell you, Chip, you haven’t changed a bit!”- Anna smiled and looked into his chocolate eyes, and I swear she nearly sighed. I couldn’t blame her. He is dreamy. But he is my husband, and it felt wrong.
- “Neither have you,”- he added and turned to me for a second. I looked kindly into his eyes, knowing he was happy, and that was enough to make me feel happy too.
- “Can I get you another drink, moonbeam?”- he asked me and stood up.
- “Yes, penguin, please”- Chip nodded and blushed as I called him by his favorite nickname and then turned to Anna.
- “Another?”
- “Sure!”
And suddenly, we were on our own.
- “So, how long have you been married?”- Anna asked me and looked at me innocently.
- “A little over ten months.”
- “Just married! Congratulations. You must still be living the honeymoon!”
- “Yes, we are.”- I giggled and turned to look at Chip, waiting for our drink at the bar. It wasn’t hard being stuck at the honeymoon phase with him. Every day, he made every day feel like the first day we were together, even after three years of dating and ten months married.
- “We used to date when we were kids,”- Anna simply said and chuckled - “It was very childish, but I was his first kiss.”
- “Really?”- I smiled at her, making my best not to look jealous at all. “That’s so cute!”
- “He is adorable. He was the sweetest boy growing up.”- Anna added and kept her eyes on Chip. But for a few seconds, I could see the longing in them, and my struggle not to show how jealous I was got a little harder.
- “So when was the last time you saw Chip?”- I asked and kept my eyes on her, reading her expressions. It took her a few extra seconds to stop staring at him to turn and look at me.
- “When I moved out of town when I was fifteen.”- she sighed and chuckled- “Seems it was a lifetime ago.”
- “Ok, here are your drinks,”- Chip appeared and smiled- “Plus, I ordered some more nachos, ‘cos I’m getting hungry.”- I chuckled and held his hand upon the table, playing with his fingers between mine. Chip looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when Anna interrupted him.
- “Remember that summer you broke your arm ‘cos you fell from the tree in Shawn’s backyard?”
And my husband laughed, forgetting what he was going to tell me.
I stood in front of the mirror and tried to fix my makeup. I looked tired. I was tired. It was Friday night, and I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. I was weary, and all I could think of was getting into my bed with my husband and getting good twelve-hour sleep.
But he and Anna were still talking and having a blast together, remembering the good old times. Now, if you ask me, I had the feeling Anna wanted to do more than just talking to my husband, but he was oblivious to any of her intentions. That was until I walked out of the bathroom and saw Anna’s arm wrapped around Chip as they were dancing.
She was dancing with my husband, and he was laughing. Ok, that hurt. It hurt a lot.
I sat at our table and drank what was left of my drink. I stared at them for a moment and evaluated my options. I could storm out of that place, maybe make a scene and yell. But no, I trusted my husband. I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me or even cheat on me with her. No. He was naive and a little awkward. But by the way Anna’s hands moved on his body, clearly, she wasn’t naive at all.
- “Oh! I’m sorry!”- Anna said laughing when they reached back our table- “I just asked Chip to dance with me ‘cos I love that song.”
- “That’s ok”- I smiled at her and held my husband’s hand tight upon the table.
- “But Chip is such a great dancer! He really knows how to move!”- Anna was asking for it. She wanted to be smacked. But I behaved.
- “He really does,”- I answered and smiled
- “I hope you are not jealous!”- I turned to her and frowned, pretending to be confused
- “Of course not! Why would I?”
- “I don’t know! It’s just that… he was mine way before he was yours and…”
- “He isn’t mine”- I cut her off, and for once, my voice stopped being nice and friendly- “And he is definitely not yours. He is not a dog, Anna, he is a person, and the only owner of his soul is himself.”
Anna stared at me in silence, and Chip wide opened his eyes, surprised by my tone of voice.
- “What I’m trying to say is that… I met him when…”
- “I know what you are trying to imply Anna, you’ve been trying to do it ever since you sat at our table. You feel like you need to prove something, but you don’t. Really.”
Chip held my hand tight and kissed it sweetly. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me with apologetic eyes as I cut him a short smile.
- “Ok, I think I better go now”- Anna stood up and just waved- “It was great seeing you again, Chip.”
My husband smiled and waved as Anna walked away. Then, when he was sure she had left the place, he turned to me. I sipped what was left of my drink and sighed.
- “Sorry if I was rude”- my words were a whisper only Chip could hear.
- “No, moonbeam. You weren’t rude at all. I’m sorry.”
- “Chip Taylor, you didn’t do anything wrong”- I leaned and kissed his lips softly, cupping his face with both hands.
- “I feel like I did.”
- “No, boo, really. She was… clearly trying to get under your belt.”
- “I shouldn’t have danced with her, but she pushed me...”- Chip excused himself and kissed my hand again, as I still held his face and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs.
- “Yeah, you should work on that “No” thing a little harder,”- I whispered and chuckled.
- “Sorry if she made you feel jealous. I had a huge crush on her when we were kids.”
- “She said she was your first kiss”- Chip opened my mouth, but no word came from it for a few seconds.
- “Funny, I told her that just ‘cos she said I was her first kiss, but actually my first kiss was with her cousin Alice.”
I couldn’t hold back the laughter as Chip looked at me with guilty eyes as if that was the biggest secret he had about his past.
- “Well, I bet if I run, I can still catch her!! I need to tell her the news!!”- I said and stood up, just to feel Chip’s arms around me, protectively.
- “Let her think that. We all know who all my kisses belong to now.”
Chip held me tight and close to him as his lips rubbed mine slowly. I felt my head spin as his tongue slowly touched mine, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of Chip’s sweet and passionate kiss. He made sure to make me feel how much he loved him every time he kissed me. In a weird way, Chip’s kisses always felt like our first and last. I think he was always trying to show me his feelings, ‘cos his previous trauma taught him he didn’t know when a kiss could be the last.
- “I love you so much, Mrs. Taylor,”- he whispered, and the title made my knees feel weak- “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
- “I love you more, Mr. Taylor,”- I replied and kissed his lips sweetly one more time- “And just between you and me, I am completely yours.”- I confessed and giggled nervously.
- “I am yours too, moonbeam. You own my heart, and I only want you.”- he whispered and kissed me one more time.
- “You just want me?”- I repeated, and he nodded, looking into my eyes filled with love- “Of all those women who wanna do you, you just want me?”
- “Which women?”- he asked me, clearly confused
- “A lot of women out there keep giving you the fuck eyes.”
- “What?! No way”
- “Do you think Kim invited you to her house for a small get-together? She wanted to get under your belt, penguin.”
- “But I am your penguin, that means I am not looking for any other woman. I just want you.”
- “Just me,”- I repeated again, and he nodded.
- “Just you, Mrs. Taylor”- I sighed, pleased, and closed my eyes for a second “Wanna go home?”
- “You still have to dance with me,”- I pouted, and he held my hand.
- “Whatever my wife wants.”
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Clint Barton
Okay so in preparation for the Upcoming Hawkeye show’s debut on Disney+ I wanted to examine the differences in MCU’s Clint Barton and Comic Book Clint Barton.
I’d first like to say that Clint, like a lot of other characters, didn’t get a lot of screen time and because of that wasn’t fleshed out very well. In fact the closest we got to Comic book Clint’s personality in the films was during Age of Ultron.
There’s a lot that was done (and not done) with Clint in the films that bugs me. The first being that
Clint Barton is Canonically Deaf.
Clint was first depicted as deaf in the comics in 1983 after a fight with Crossfire caused him to have permanent hearing loss.
Since then, Clint is depicted in multiple comics with hearing aids (He even has the bright purple aids in the Avenger’s game, come on MCU get with the program!) In other books they utilize ASL, and other visual queues to portray this. It brings me a lot of joy, because inclusion matters.
Thankfully in recent screenshots of the show, it looks like Renner is wearing a hearing aid. We can only hope this will be a retroactive fix in the show and also crossing my fingers that it’ll be well represented.
Clint is a Human Disaster
His catchphrase in recent (2016 and on) comics is legitimately “Okay, this looks bad.” While he is incredibly competent, and they definitely portray that in the MCU if nothing else, he is also a giant walking dumpster fire. He’s carefree, rebellious, snarky, chatty and cocky as hell. I hated how he was only slightly snarky in the films and we didn’t get to see the human disaster we have come to know and love in the comics.
He is depicted as having self worth issues, he trains very hard to be able to keep up with his superpowered teammates and has had quite a few stints where he leaves the Avengers to make a name for himself outside of the group. He is constantly harangued by villains, allies and civilians as being a “reserve avenger” or “Barely an Avenger”. And it does get to him, which is so relatable.
In ToS Bucky notes that he seems to survive off of luck, however his luck is also fairly horrible in day to day situations.
Clint is Terrible at Relationships
This kind of feeds into the previous point but really it's a dig at AoU’s Secret Family and the whole motivation of running off on a global killing spree in EndGame.
Clint was married to Bobbi Morse (Mockingbird), shortly after they got divorced and she is mentioned often in the comics. He’s also dated a LOT of his teammates. The Black Widow, Wasp, Scarlet Witch to name a few. He has a type, and can’t seem to hold onto a lasting relationship, and certainly doesn’t have children of his own.
The family he has in the MCU, while sweet, felt more like a scapegoat for why Clint and Nat weren’t romantically involved.
Lucky the Pizza Dog and Kate Bishop
Luckily (Heh) MCU is fixing these gaps by introducing Lucky in the upcoming series as well as bringing in Kate Bishop. Who is an absolute delight.
Kate was actually around during the Civil War arch in the comics and was the one to convince Clint to condemn Iron Man and his support of the registration act (Accords). And while the Avenger’s were disbanded and he passed his mantle off to Kate.
These additions show a caring side to Clint, his innate goodness.
Despite his criminal origins, he doesn’t just go on killing sprees (COUGH ENDGAME COUGH) He’s very much against the killing of people and very much for incapacitating and arresting them. He shows distaste in Tales of Suspense: Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier when Natasha kills a bunch of bad guys.
He didn’t mean to adopt a dog, and he didn’t mean to adopt a human either, but here he is being a dog dad and a mentor.
Clint Can and Will Fall Asleep Anywhere
What it says on the tin folks. Clint has fallen asleep during heart felt conversations, after having been captured and tied to a chair, to name a few recent instances.
He's also clinically addicted to coffee.
All in all it looks like Disney is incorporating more of the source material into the MCU and will be giving characters depth retroactively. Which is a good way of going about it. Introduce a character via movie to build interest and then the show will have guaranteed viewers.
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On this episode of stuff I should have written a long time ago but my brain was like nah. We'll be discussing our golden boy SpongeRobert SquarePants.
Yes our beloved little sea sponge! You may be wondering what's going on with him? He's so happy and go lucky, he couldn't have an issue right? Haha WRONG
Ya see, your boy has anxiety and I'll be elaborating on that. So sit back because I made notes for this.
The earliest example we have is him failing his boating exam. He might seem like a mindless maniac when it comes to driving but in the very first episode that boating school is introduced, he's shown that he knows all the answers. He can pass the oral exam with flying colors but when it comes to being behind the wheel is when he gets overwhelmed and forgets what to do. In another episode, pizza delivery, squidward insists spongebob drives and sponge panics from the pressure placed on him and backs up the dark until they run out of gas in the middle of nowhere.
We've seen multiple episodes that he's able to basically pass his test when the pressure is taken off of him such as him driving blindfolded in the episode Mrs. Puff, you're fired. And even a recent episode Teacher's Pests where spongebob is able to actually complete the driving test with no problem while Mrs. Puff was focused on teaching krabs and plankton. It wasn't even acknowledged.
It's not just boating school too. We've seen this multiple times. Episodes like New student starfish and even parts of hall monitor, he's an enthusiastic student and prides himself in being a good student but when it comes to basic things like writing an essay like both procrastination or no free rides he is unable to do the things would have been easy Writing an essay about what he learned in boating school and writing about what not to do at a stoplight.
There is also the fact that spongebob has a lot of rewards, he's very talented in a lot of stuff as shown in the episode big pink loser and yet only Patrick has gone to college, not spongebob.
Not just boating school but we've seen this happen with his pride and passion working at the Krusty krab.
In the episode Pickles, he cracks under pressure from losing to bubblebass and is unable to make a krabby patty. In the episode chefbob, mr. Krabs puts pressure on him to preform before the customers and he is unable to make a krabby patty with everyone's eyes on him.
speaking of mr. Krabs putting pressure on him, mr. Krabs especially knows he can put pressure on spongebob to take advantage of him and make him do more work. In a spongebob comic he literally puts pressure on spongebob to give up his day off to work at the Krusty krab and when a health inspector realizes this and makes krabs give spongebob his day off, sponge is absolutely shaken and unable to let go.
Spongebob is a very easy person to take advantage of. He has a difficulty speaking up for himself and saying No. We've seen in countless episodes like chefbob where krabs forces him to preform, or abrasive side having a difficulty saying no even though he doesn't want to miss out on something he was really hoping for. He ends up getting an assertive abrasive side to say no for him which ends up being incredibly mean to everyone (or saying what he truly feels?) Similar happens in chefbob, he gets a puppet to preform for him since he's too shy to but Mr. Krabs is threatening him if he doesn't and while the puppet works and has confidence, it also says very mean things to people and becomes too assertive. (I think its possibly saying what he truly thinks about others but is too nice to say)
There is the best day ever where he basically misses out on thr best day ever because his friends wouldn't give him a break. Or overbooked where spongebob is literally overbooked to help everyone he knows and he just can't say no so he ends up stretching himself thin until Sandy is able to clone him so he'd be able to be everywhere at once. Instead of,, giving him a break.
Or appointment tv where he was really hoping to watch the mermaidman and barnacleboy special but no one would give him a break and he misses it out.
This happens a lot and it's kinda sad especially since his friends would try to make it up to him in the most halfassed way possible.
Spongebob also has a very poor sense of self. He views himself as easily replaceable. Episodes like model sponge or the old fry cook, bummer vacation, he often thinks of crazy scenarios of the possibility of him getting replaced even though society would literally dissolve when he's not around. He still views himself as easy to discard and it's something that haunts him and he ends up sabotaging himself by this thinking by actually leaving his job thinking he's going to be fired anyways and tries to find something else to do.
His self worth literally comes from his work and he can't view himself as worthy or fulfilled outside of it. Even despite being talented and having a boatload of rewards and skills enough to open his own successful restaurant, or work at a high class restaurant. He even managed to defeat a god and yet his only fulfillment is to be worked like a dog at a barely minimum wage job and even that he doesn't feel good enough for at times.
When he's away from work, he either finds a way to recreate it or he completely loses his sense of self and falls into a mess such as the episode Spongebob you're fired! Or bummer vacation.
There are also episodes where he feels like he deserves to be punished for making a mistake. In the episode Model Sponge he literally begs Mr. Krabs to punish him for thinking that he could fire him. Or developing bad habits as a sort of self punishment for others conditions like the episode Spongebob's bad habit where he develops a nail biting habit from nervousness over Squidward's condition. There is even the joke that chefbob calls spongebob his birth an accident and spongebob is controlling the puppet.
There's definitely more episodes and more examples. This alone is what I can remember off the top of my head. Though I remember someone suggesting that his pet snail Gary is possibly his support animal for his anxiety and though he had Gary since he was a small child, there are some things in the show that is evident that Gary helps him with his anxiety.
Sometimes serving as a voice of reason for spongebob when he feels overwhelmed. Spongebob views Gary as being intelligent and sometimes Gary is enough to calm him down enough to come to a logical solution or even help him. Like your shoe's untied. There's more but I've been having a hard time to remember but it's something to be considered.
Also worth mentioning that spongebob is easily frightened and startled. He hss the nickname scaredypants for a reason.
It's interesting to know your happy go lucky sea sponge has anxiety. Adds nuance to his character and is interesting to see. It's definitely an unnoticed part of his character despite happening a lot throughout the series. It's a fun detail to notice here and there.
#spongebob#spongebob squarepants#sb#spongebon squarepants#spongebob meme#the spongebob connoisseur#Anxiety
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Character Development
BASICS
Full Name: Luz Noceda
Alias: Apprentice
Nicknames: Bad Boy, (Luz Squad) B.Boy, (herself) Soft Boy, (Cottage) Baby Boy, (Eda) Nice Boy, (Sunny) Sweetheart (Bee)
Sex / Gender: Female, Nonbinary (she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs ) .
Right or Left: Left
Age: 16.
Height: 5'6″.
Eye Color: dark brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Distinguishing Marks: She has a raven tattoo over her scar she received trying to stop her villain in her timeline. She’s shaved her left eyebrow in the middle to match her friend’s scar.
Paragraph Of Physical Traits: She’s got a rather strong build which means she has no weak nerd arms and a significant amount of muscle to her arm. Her hair is slicked back like a wave and it’s always been like that it just has always naturally curled and folded over in that direction. When she sleeps it gets wavy or spikey sticking up like a parrot.
FAMILY / RELIGION
Parents / Guardians: Camilla Noceda
Siblings: n/a adopted Brother King.
Marital Status: Not married.
Significant Other(s): Bee (Amity-Bee), Blushy (Amity in her timeline)
Children: N/A.
Other Relatives: Many Many cousins, aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of the family.
Pets: Bunga, (familiar, honey badger) Saturn, (familiar magical Owl) Calypso. (palisman Sable)
Friends: Cottage, Sunny, Iris, Bee, Lucky, Otter, Puppy, Gus, Willow.
Enemies: Emperor Belos.
Ethnicity: Latina
Religion: None.
Beliefs: N/A
Superstitions: black cats, broken mirrors. KARMA!
Languages: English. Spanish.
Diction / Accent: Spanish
SCHOOL / WORK / HOME
Education: Public School / High scool leverl/ Hexside
Degree(s): Not yet.
Occupation: Local Power washer for her boiling isles, Food delivery, Potion distributor.
Own or Rent: Neither.
Living Space: Eda’s home in the owl house, Her home in the human realm, and Magic Treehouse bedroom.
Work Space: N/A.
Main Mode of Transport: Skateboarding, Walking, running, or flying. Can drive, will learn, will drive without license.
PSYCHOLOGY
Fears: Being replaced / abandoned, her anger issues, her home getting concurred, loosing her friends, venomous snakes, possessed creatures, dark mimics. spiders, The deepest depths of the Ocean, Slender Man, Siren Head.
Secrets: A big softie just doesn’t want many who meet her to realize it.
IQ: Was never formally tested, but she may not be as intellectually gifted as the other Luz’s There’s a big jock mentally mindset to her as a whole.
Eating Habits: Ravenous Appetite, no matter how much she eats she’s always asking for more. She can put some food away if someone has something they’re saving it’s too late she’s already gotten to it.
Food Preferences: She enjoys Hot Wings they are her most favorite food besides Pizza coming around at a close second She likes a lot of junk food candy, cookies, chips of all kinds. On occasion she will eat something green though like some lettuce with taco meat or a green pepper. She’ll eat it all everything under the sun and even be adventurous eating a wide margin of other foods. She almost always has hot sauce on her there isn’t a single kind of meal she doesn’t love covered in the hot stuff.
Sleeping Habits: She sleeps well, for the most part, when she isn’t attempting to be a night owl she falls asleep relatively quick, even rivaling some of the younger Luz’s with how early she can fall asleep. It’s likely she has sleep apnea as she has tendency to snore so very loud and wakes up during the night in cold sweat, when she stops breathing from night terrors. She will oversleep until almost 2:00 in the afternoon if not monitored.
Book Preferences: She’s not a big egg-head book reader like the rest of the squad is the most Bad Boy read in school was “Animal Farm”, and The “Lord of the Flies”, in high school two books that peaked her interest a little bit. She also enjoys listening to Cottage read some horror books it’s the most she’ll really listen rather than use her eyes to read, in fact, one would say she struggles to read efficiently.
Music Preferences: Hip Hop, Rap, Dubstep, 80′s music, The Weekend, Various artists.
Leader or Follower: She likes to be the boss, but will occasionally follow if she doesn’t have to do much.
Planner or Spontaneous: Spontaneous! All of her ideas are never planned out she definitely does not look before she leaps. Her leaps are full of optimism and happy stupidity. The only time she tends to plan is when Bee holds her hand and forces her to take a step back.
Journal: Nope
Hobbies: Dancing, listening to music, training, watching videos / shows, exercising, roasting members of the Luz squad, doing dangerous stunts, skateboarding, basketball, baseball, (more so the batting range) Surfing (Prior), Deep woods exploring, practicing her magic, teaching her familiars, (Saturn and Bunga) Listening to music, Swooning Bee, Video games, Baking Pizza, Breakdancing, Beat Boxing, Collecting Hats, Serenading, Dancing, Snuggling King.
How Do They Relax: By listening to some calming beats privately, counting to 10, or at any point stroked by Bee she curls and becomes softer.
What Excites Them: Competitions, Wild magic, Magical Creatures, Parkour, Plane Crash videos, Unus Annus, Dogs! Kitties, Being in charge, Buffalo sauce, Food!, Flirting,
What Stresses Them: Bossy individuals, Strict Parents, Rude people, Being inside the Emperor Castle, Being the butt of the joke, Tests, Explosives. Needles.
Pet Peeves: Vegan food, Whining, losing games, Being accused of being a perv, mocking, people stealing her hat, Lucky sending her cursed images.
Prejudices: high horse, pretends not to be a trouble maker to stay in good graces, struggling to not be hostile towards her doppelgängers,
Attitudes: Closed off, Laid back, Aggressive, or chill and cool depending on who you are. Bad Boy appears to be the “scary” anger issues Luz that is liable to explode at any moment and when she does her face and ears can get as red as Bee’s. You’re either in good graces with her or your not, she’s not always easy to approach unless you have a good sense of humor than she cracks up with you about stupid jokes.
Obsessions: Her shoes and hats, her favorite music, lids, BEE
Addictions: Does addiction to sugary cereal count? because oh my god-!!
Ambitions: Defeat Belos in her timeline, find a way to get adopted as a sibling by Cottage Core, Have her own identity outside of Cottage and the Luz squad. Become a powerful witch, Make her mom proud.
ASTROLOGY / PHISIOLOGY
Birth Date: November 26, 2005.
Sign: Sagittarius
Traits Associated with Western Sign: loyal, smart, assertive, and compassionate personality
Chinese Zodiac Sign: The rooster
Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: active, amusing, and popular within a crowd. Roosters are talkative, outspoken, frank, open, honest, and loyal individuals. They like to be the center of attention and always appear attractive and beautiful.
Handwriting: It’s okay…; fairly sloppy.
Sexual History: N/A.
General Health: She takes pretty good care of herself as far as hygiene and having a good confident attitude. experiencing some struggles with her adhd, bad posture leaves her with some back pain.
Mental Disabilities: PTSD, ADHD, depression,
Allergies: Seasonal.
OBJECTS KEPT IN
Purse / Bag: Wallet, towel, water bottle, Treehouse keys key chain,
Wallet: Photo ID, Gold, Cash, rings, Brass knuckle,
Fridge: Chalked full of between meal and frozen pizza.
Medicine Cabinet: Bandages, Healing Potions, Icey-hot muscle rub,
Glove Compartment: Parking tickets, Trespassing tickets, concert tickets.
Junk Drawer: fidget spinners, gum, pens, sharpies, stress balls.
Backpack: Hats, Snacks, Mints, hair gel, Extra clothes, socks, pepper spray, hand sanitizer, suntan lotion, hair brush
Desk: Doodles, Paper Airplanes, Crumpled up Paper.
Clothes Pockets: Phone, Hot Sauce packets, hand warmers, stress ball.
OTHER
Halloween Costumes: A zombie, the cementary is hiring.
Talents: break dancing, beat boxing, fighting in close quarters, self defense, making Luz squad question their sanity, making jokes, flipping her hat. being annoying.
Politics: Nah.
Flaws: stand offish, moody, blunt and direct, vain, doesn’t like to be on the losing side indecisive, selfish,
Strengths: Her optimism, strong sense of personal integrity, avoiding the status quo, free spirited, confidence level, good sense of humor.
Drugs / Alcohol: N/A. No who invited?
Passwords: The most random shit.
Prized Possessions: Her hat passed down by her oldest cousin, her unus annus sweatshirt, a small wolf plushy named Akela
Time and Place: Currently, at the Treehouse interviewing new members of the Luz squad. She just got back from a trip and she has jet lag.
Special Places: The treehouse, her original house, The owl house, the forest where she goes to meet Blushy, The cliff by the Grom tree, the beach.
Special Memories: Meeting Eda and King then running into Cottage and Bee, Becoming friends with Cottage Core learning magic from them, Teasing Belos and Hunter with Cottage Core, Dancing with Bee at her Grom, becoming a polyamorous couple with Bee and Cottage. Being accepted into the Luz Squad.
Tagged by: Stole it from @witchesborn
Tagging: You, if you want to do it.
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Stark Spangled Forever
I Don’t Like Bullies
Intro: Emmy encounters someone from her past, and is left shaken after they threaten her. Steve and Bucky decided to pay them a little visit…
Warnings: Some violence, a slightly dark Steve and Bucky…some bad language. SMUT (NSFW, No UNDER 18s!!!)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist
** If you haven’t read SSB in it’s entirety, this contains MAJOR spoilers**
August 2024
“Again!” Jamie giggled, splashing his way over to Steve who laughed and waited for Jamie to reach him.
“Ok ,one…two…three…” hooking his hands under Jamie’s armpits he gently launched him into the air and the 4 year old laughed hysterically before he hit the water with a splash in the deeper end of the pool before emerging, from the surface.
“You’re gonna give me a heart attack…” Katie sighed from where she was sat on the steps to the pool, submerged to her shoulders. Rori was suspended in the little inflatable baby support, her legs kicking out behind her as Katie gently pushed her away then pulled her back, the baby smiling and thrashing with her arms.
“He’s fine ain’t you son?” Steve asked as Jamie doggie paddled over to him, grinning.
“It’s like flying Momma!”
“Hmmm.” she said, as Jamie jumped on his dad’s back and he pulled at Steve’s neck. Steve, playing along threw himself backwards taking them both under the surface before he stood up, shaking his head like a dog as Jamie’s laugh hit his ears.
“You’re getting strong pal.” he said, turning his head over his shoulder so he could look at Jamie. Jamie grinned.
“How’s my little water baby doing?” Steve asked as he carried Jamie on his back to where his wife and daughter were, Jamie scrabbling out of the pool and heading to the lounger for a drink.
“She’s fine.” Katie smiled, as Steve turned his attention to Aurora, a huge grin on his face as she looked at him and beamed, waving her legs and arms as fast as she could.
“Look at you princess!” he said as Katie pulled her back towards them. He dropped down so his shoulders were under the water and Rori was at eye level. “Think she’s enjoying it.”
Katie smiled as the two of them watched the baby for a moment before Katie looked up at Jamie who was sat now with Lucky between his legs, gently talking to the dog. “Do you know what time it is?”
Steve glanced at his watch “Almost 4.”
“I should really think about starting dinner.”
“Leave it….” he said, turning to her, pressing his lips to hers. “Come on, when was the last time we got an afternoon like this?”
She smiled, “Feels like a while that’s for sure…”
“So…we can chuck a frozen pizza in for Jamie and we can get a take-out…” he said, moving so he was behind her, his arms curling around her waist, pulling her back so she was perched on his bent legs, his chin resting on her shoulder “Eat by the pool…” he placed a kiss to the crook of her neck, “And then later when he’s in bed and she’s settled we can hit the hot-tub…” another kiss “maybe a bottle of wine…”
“You feeling amorous Soldier?” Katie grinned, tipping her head round to face him.
“Always when you’re concerned…” he winked, his lips again meeting hers, only this time the kiss slightly deeper until they broke apart after a loud splash, followed by a smaller splash drew their attention.
Jamie had launched himself back into the pool, followed by Lucky who had clearly decided he too needed to get in the action.
They stayed in the water for another 15 minutes or so until Rori started to get a bit grouchy, and Katie took her out, wrapping them both in a towel and sitting in the quiet for a while to feed her. Steve and Jamie followed her out a little while later, both drying themselves off before Steve took Jamie inside to get him a juice box and throw his pizza in the oven. Jamie then insisted he wouldn’t make it until his pizza was done as he as starving, so Steve got him quick snack of breadsticks and hummus and sent him back out onto the garden where he made his way over to the side of the pool, flopping down on the lounger next to his Momma.
Deciding that a snack was actually a pretty good idea really, Steve grabbed a few things from the fridge, namely olives, more breadsticks, dips, cheeses and was about to carry it down to the pool area when the security system sounded to tell him that Emmy had come home.
“It’s ok…you’re ok…” his ears picked up Brooke’s voice from the hall and instantly he frowned as he heard Emmy’s deep breathing too. He strode into the hallway just in time to see Emmy slide down to the floor, her back pressed to the door as she tugged her knees to her chest.
“Emmy?” Steve asked, quickly dropping down in front of her. “Hey…look at me…”
She looked up and he gently reached out, his hand smoothing back her hair “Use your numbers ok, like we used too, remember?”
She gripped his hand tight and her eyes screwed shut as she desperately tried to regulate her breathing and Steve, not once taking his eyes off his daughter issued Brooke with an instruction to go and get Katie. Less than 2 minutes later she was also on her knees next to Emmy having left Brooke to watch the younger two and it was a minute or so later before the 16 year old began to breathe normally, her eyes slowly blinking as they returned to their usual size instead of being blown wide open.
“You ok?” Katie asked gently, looking at Emmy. She nodded.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t…” Steve looked at her as she fell into his arms, pressing her face against his bare chest as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head “Don’t every apologise for that, we told you.”
The amount of panic attacks their daughter had had when she first came to live with them meant they’d been fairly used to them, but she hadn’t had one in a VERY long time, not since the events of the Final battle with Thanos had hit her and she’d broken down about losing her Uncle Tony, Auntie Nat and then how close she had to losing her parents. Emmy was a strong, independent teenager who for the most part simply got on with things, letting a lot of stuff that would bother other people wash right over her head. But clearly something had triggered her today.
“You need a drink sweetheart?” Katie asked and Emmy nodded.
“Ok. Think you can stand?” Steve asked.
“You’re not carrying me.” Emmy looked at Steve and he raised an eyebrow.
“You used to love me doing that.” Steve quipped and she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah at the Parties at the Kids home.” she grumbled “I’m not 7 anymore.”
“Never too old for your Pa to carry you.” Steve teased, standing up and offering him her hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, and despite her protestations at her age she kept her fingers tightly wound around his as they headed to the kitchen.
“Emmy!” Jamie shot off his seat and threw himself at his older sister. She smiled and bent to give him a hug.
“Hey Jay…” she smiled, “You been swimming?”
“Daddy was throwing me.” he grinned. “I bet he could do it for you too.”
“Sure he could” Emmy smiled as she shakily took a seat, glancing at Rori who was in Brooke’s arms, her little hands tangling in the girl’s long, red hair.
“Jamie, why don’t you go in the den for a moment, watch some TV.” Katie looked at him, adjusting the crochet slip she had thrown on over her bathing suit “Momma and Daddy need to talk to Emmy for a second.”
“But I don’t wanna.” he frowned.
“Hey, why don’t you show me your legos?” Brooke said quickly. Steve could see the cogs in his son’s head whirring as he considered this for a second before he nodded.
“Ok.”
“Thanks Brooke.” Katie said to her as she handed Rori back over.
“No problem Mrs R.” she said, allowing Jamie to tug her by the hand out of the room.
Once they were gone Katie adjusted Rori in her arms so that her head was tucked against her shoulder, mouth resting on her collar bone and Steve took a seat next to Emmy after pouring her a glass of water.
“Wanna tell us what happened Em?” he asked gently.
“We’d just been in The Hub.” she said, “You know the Computer shop because Brooke needed a new charger for her tablet.” Emmy swallowed and took a sip of her drink “We were walking down towards the bus stop so we could head home and we’d just passed that bar on the corner, you know the Irish Pub place?”
“Mc Mahons, yeah we know it…” Steve nodded
“And then he came out.”
“Who?” Katie asked, her eyes not leaving her daughter.
“Him…my old foster father. The one that used to hit me.”
Steve took a deep breath and breathed out through his nose “Did he hurt you?”
“No, not really…he erm, he didn’t recognise me at first and I kept walking but Brook had stopped and when she shouted my name he realised it was me and he grabbed my arm and…”
“Ok…ok…” Katie said gently, as Steve gently laid a hand on their daughter’s shoulder.
“Did he do anything else?” he asked. Emmy shook her head.
“He just started shouting stuff, saying he knew that I’d landed on my feet and that I was nothing but a worthless brat and that he would come and pay you a visit one day, tell you all about what I used to do and how bad I was and then you’d throw me out and…”
“Em, he’s an ass hole.” Katie said gently “You were never a bad kid. You’d been treated appallingly, what that man did do you…” she shook her head “It was cruel and abusive and…”
Steve’s hand fell to Katie’s knee under the table as she looked away, blinking back the tears.
“Emmy, me and your mom love you.” Steve looked at her, “We love all you kids more than anything, and nothing this dick says or does will change the way we feel. You know that right?”
“I know, I just didn’t like seeing him that’s all.” she said gently “I just had all these flashbacks to the basement he locked me in and the belt…”
She swallowed and looked down. Steve looked at Katie, the jaw in his nerve twitching with anger as he took a deep breath and ran his hand up Emmy’s back.
“Well I hope he makes good on his promise and does pay us a visit.” he said his eyes flashing “I’d be very happy to exchange a few words with him, maybe a few fists too.”
Emmy smiled softly as Katie shook her head.
“Pretty sure your Uncle Buck would have a something to say too. And between you and me, his Murder Strut is frightening.”
“Murder Strut?” Emmy looked up, the corners of her mouth twitching. Katie nodded.
“Trust me, I saw it a few times. Scared the shit out of me.”
“Woah, you saying I’m not scary?” Steve scoffed, folding his arms.
“Bucky’s a Rottweiler, you’re more of an angry retriever.” Katie shrugged and at that point Emmy laughed, which was exactly what her parents had been hoping to achieve. Steve flashed a wink at his wife before he turned back to Emmy.
“You know he won’t ever hurt you again, not now you’re with us.”
“I know. I love you guys.” she smiled and Steve dropped a kiss to her cheek. She looked up, wiped her eyes and then glanced at her mom. “Can Brooke stay tonight?”
“Course she can, I’ll call Jen”
“It’s ok she can message…”
“I’ll call her.” Katie said firmly, “Brooke was there today so Jen has a right to know what happened. Don’t worry, she won’t be mad at you.”
“Kay…” Emmy nodded “What’s for dinner?”
“Your dad threw a pizza in for Jamie, we’re gonna get take out and hang by the pool.” Katie said.
“Anything you fancy?” Steve asked.
“Can we try the Greek place?”
“Sure.” Steve nodded “Hey, do they do Shwarma?”
“Gyros.” Katie said, “Same thing almost.”
“I’m in.” Steve said.
“I’m gonna go watch TV for a bit, that ok?”
“Course.” Katie smiled.
Emmy stood up and moved behind her dad, hugging him from behind, her arms round his shoulders. He tilted his head so she could kiss his cheek before she moved to do the same to her mom, giving Rori a peck.
“Love you both.” she smiled at them, before she left the room.
As soon as she was gone Steve stood up, his calm demeanour ebbing away as Katie looked up at him, shaking her head.
“I wanna kill him Steve.”
“You and me both doll.” he paced.
“Think we should call the police?” Katie asked, gently rocking Rori to and fro as she had started to grumble.
Steve contemplated what she had said before he paused, folded his arms and looked at the door, then back to Katie “I got a better idea.”
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“You know I do”
“Then leave it with me.” he said simply
“Steve…” she stated, instantly understanding what he was implying “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for starters we have no idea where he lives.”
Steve snorted “Sweetheart, you’re forgetting who we know.”
“Oh, no…you can’t drag Sam into this.” Katie shook her head “Ross is being an asshole with him as it is without you giving him ammo by getting Sammy into trouble.”
“I’m not” Steve smiled, raising his eyebrow “I’m gonna drag Bucky into it instead.“
******
Bucky sat at the bar, baseball cap tugged down over his eyes. He’d been reliably informed his target drank in this run-down back dive every Wednesday and Thursday evening. He liked the happy hour, apparently.
Aint gonna be happy for much longer, buddy.
Despite the fact that he was trying to live a normal life now (ok, maybe helping Sam out every now and then) when Steve had asked him to help him with this particular mission he’d immediately said yes. Not simply because Steve was his best friend, but because it involved Emmy. As far as Buck was concerned, the Rogers kids might as well be his own in that respect because he’d give his life to protect any of them.
And then there was Brooke. Bucky had been dating Brooke’s mom, Jennifer now for a few weeks after they’d hit it off at Steve’s birthday party. It was great, slow moving but that’s what he wanted, and when he’d heard that her daughter had been caught up in all this business as well, it was another reason for him to slip back into his old assassin mode.
Only this time his instructions were clear. Apprehend alive.
At first when Steve had told him this he had been about to tease him, wind him up, surely after all these years the Captain had finally found that trigger to flip him over to the dark side, but then he had seen something stir in his best pal’s eyes. He’d told him then about an incident in a HYDRA base, where he had killed on of Katie’s captors and Bucky knew, it was there alright, and he had a feeling he was going to see it whenever they caught this punk.
He ordered another drink, his eyes re-reading the paper he’d brought with him for the 15th time. To most people stake-out work like this would get them bored, antsy, but not Bucky. He’d waited much longer before and he knew that if you got like that you lost concentration which made things 100 times harder in the long run. His eyes scanned back to the entrance to the bar, flicking back round the pub, and he observed the people to make sure he hadn’t missed the man sneaking in, even though he knew that was basically impossible. Satisfied he hadn’t, he took the drink off the bar tender, paid him (another rule of spy work- never set up tabs, you run without paying and your face is recognised all over the damned scene). He took a sip of his beer before he heard the door open and he looked round, fighting the smirk on his face as finally his target walked in and straight to the bar to Bucky’s right.
The man ordered his drink, a straight black label whiskey and when it was served he paid with a bunch of crumpled ones and picked the glass up, heading to a table.
Bucky had to hand it to the guy, in the half an hour he spent in the bar he knocked back a good 5 helpings of scotch before he stood up, and rather unsteadily made his way to the door. Giving him enough time to get out of the door, Bucky then rose and followed him. He tailed him into another bar, then another, before after the 3rd the man headed home.
Bucky watched him unlock the door to the rundown apartment block, before he staggered inside. Quick as a flash Bucky shot over the road, sticking his foot in the door to stop it from shutting. Slipping inside he pressed himself up against the dark wall, just to the side of the post boxes, as the man turned around. After a second or so Bucky heard him heading up the stairs. He walked to the bottom of the steps, and keeping his footsteps light he headed after him and emerged onto the second landing, peering round the wall to watch as the man stopped outside a door, pulling out his keys.
Bucky waited until the door was closed before he headed back down to the ground floor, pulling out his phone.
“I got him.”
*****
Steve climbed out of his car, looking up at the ramshackle building before he crossed the road. Bucky was waiting for him and opened the door to the apartment block from the inside.
“What you come dressed as?” Bucky arched an eyebrow, scanning Steve up and down. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a dark navy t-shirt and black boots, with a cap pulled down over his face.
“You.” Steve said simply, and Bucky snorted.
“He’s on the Second floor.” he said simply “Number 202. Still think you should just let me shoot him.”
“No.” Steve said “We’re not killing him…”
Bucky rolled his eyes “Why?”
“Because I want him as scared as he made Emmy.” Steve said simply. “He can spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder.”
Bucky shrugged, “Your call…”
Steve headed to the stairs and started to climb them, stopping as he heard his foot crunch on something.
“Nice place…” he mumbled as he looked down to see he had stood on a cockroach.
“Don’t be a snob Stevie…” Bucky looked at him, and Steve rolled his eyes.
“Even my place in the 40s wasn’t this grim.” he turned to look at his friend before he continued up the flight of steps.
“It wasn’t the ritz either.” Bucky shrugged as they emerged onto the landing. They stopped outside the door and Steve took a breath before he looked at Bucky.
“Looks like we need a key….” he quipped. Bucky gave a smirk, before he drew his left hand back and punched straight through the door, grabbing the handle and turning it to undo the lock from the inside. He threw it open and strode inside, Steve casting a look around before he followed and pulled the door shut behind them. Hearing the noise the man flew out of the kitchen, a knife in his hand, stopping dead when he saw Bucky.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded.
Bucky simply raised his eyebrows.
“Look, if Mario sent you…I told him, he’ll get his money…”
“I don’t know any Mario…” Bucky shook his head, “Well, not unless you count the one that rides on the karts in that game my nephew enjoys kicking my ass at. Now put the knife down Jack before someone gets hurt.”
“How do you know my name?” Jack asked, his eyes not once leaving Bucky, missing the Captain who was stood in the darkness of the room behind him. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I don’t want anything…” Bucky said, shrugging, “But he does…”
At that point Steve stepped forwards, drawing up besides his friend, getting a good look at the man in front of him. He was quite tall, but lanky, with a pointed noise and sharp features, reminding Steve of an overgrown rat. Which fitted him perfectly, out and out vermin. Jack frowned and squinted slightly as he looked straight at Steve, suddenly paling even further. Whilst Steve looked a lot different from the once blue-eyed All American hero the world recognised him to be, there was no mistaking who he was, especially to the man in question. Steve stood stock still, his hands falling to the buckle which was round the waist of his black jeans, his chest flexing under his navy t-shirt as he glared at the man.
“Woah…look…I don’t want any trouble…” Jack began to press.
“You should have thought about that before you touched and threatened my daughter.” Steve’s voice was icy.
Jack’s hand clenched around the knife and Bucky rolled his eyes, before he whipped off the glove on his left hand, holding it up, the metal glinting in the dim light of the lamp that stood in the corner of the grubby apartment.
“This can do far more damage than that blade can.” he said simply, looking at his hand before he turned to Jack “Go ahead, I’ll even give you one free swing. But it better be fast.”
Steve expected the man to drop the knife, but instead he lunged forwards. Bucky sighed, and almost lazily dodged to the right before he knocked the knife out of the man’s hand with a single swipe and gripped him around the neck with his hand, slamming him hard into the wall.
“That was really fucking stupid.” he said, tightening his fingers around the man’s windpipe, lifting him off the floor. The man grabbed at Bucky’s arm, desperately trying to prise his fingers from around his neck.
“Buck…” Steve said, and Bucky let go, Jack slumping to the floor. Steve reached down, grabbed his shirt and hauled him to his feet slamming him against the wall.
“Now…” Steve said, his hands tightening. “I don’t like bullies. And that’s what you are. I know exactly what you did to Emmy, all the times you beat her, hurt her, whipped her with a belt until her back split and bled. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip you in half right now.”
“Captain America…nah…you wouldn’t…” Jack stuttered, shaking his head “You’re a good guy…”
“Well, here’s the thing.” Bucky said, picking up the knife that Jack had dropped, leaning on the wall, lazily twirling the blade in his hand. “He’s not Captain America anymore. Just some guy whose daughter you threatened.”
“Which makes me a hundred times more dangerous…” Steve said.
“And I, well, I just don’t give a shit.” Bucky shrugged “Killed a lot of people one way or another…what’s one more piece of shit like you gonna mean?”
Jack looked at Steve, shaking his head “No, you wouldn’t…”
“I snapped the neck of the man who raped my wife.” Steve said, his gaze not once leaving the man’s in front of him “Trust me, you have no idea what I would do to keep my family safe.”
He paused for a second, letting it sink in as Jack swallowed.
“But I’m a fair man.” Steve said, letting go of Jack who dropped a few inches before he pulled himself back up full height. Steve smoothed down the man’s dirty t-shirt before he smiled at him. “So I’m gonna give you a chance to play ball. You got 48 hours to leave New York.”
“By that we mean the state.” Bucky clarified.
“And if I ever get a sniff that you’re back in town…” Steve continued.
“And trust us, we’ll know…” Bucky mused, still looking at the knife before he grinned at Jack “We got friends in high places, eyes and ears everywhere…”
“….then you’ll lose more than your teeth.” Steve concluded, matter of factly.
“My teeth? What do-“
CRACK.
Steve cut him off with a sharp jab straight into his mouth and Jack dropped to the floor howling in pain as the blood poured from between his fingers which clamped over the lower part of his face.
“Got the message?” Steve asked, standing over him as Jack rolled around, screaming. He mumbled something, his head nodding furiously.
“Can I shoot him now?” Bucky asked.
“No.” Steve shook his head.
“Just once in the knee?”
“No.” Steve snorted “Come on…let’s get out of here, the amount of noise he’s making someone’s bound to hear. He turned to go, and then heard another loud scream. Spinning around he saw that Jack’s hand was now pinned to the floor by the knife Bucky had been holding.
“What?” Bucky asked, shrugging as Steve shot him a look “You said I couldn’t shoot him, didn’t say anything about stabbing him.”
*****
The two friends sat at a bar, not far from Steve’s house, each with a beer in hand.
“So, run that by me again…” Bucky said.
“I told Katie I was meeting you for a drink.” Steve shrugged, nodding at the bottle “Technically now I’m not lying.”
“You’re a punk.” Bucky snorted.
“She’ll know full well where I’ve been.” Steve shrugged “She ain’t stupid…”
“Good luck to you pal.” Bucky said, taking a drink “She’s scary when she’s angry.”
Steve snorted “Nah, she won’t be mad…she knew full well I was planning on giving him a warning so…”
“Then why not just tell her?”
“Because she’d worry.” Steve said simply.
“Think he’ll heed it?” Bucky asked after a little pause and Steve pondered the question for a moment before he nodded.
“Like I said he’s a bully.” he took a swig of his beer before he looked at Bucky “You know as well as I do that the minute someone bigger stands up to them they back off.”
“Gotta hand it to you pal…” Bucky said, sitting back “You come a long way since you were defending yourself with a trash can lid behind the movie theatre down town…”
“So everyone says.” Steve shrugged “Still don’t feel any different.”
“Remember when Howard’s flying car was the strangest thing we had ever seen?” Bucky sighed “I almost miss those days.”
“Would you go back?” Steve asked, “Given the chance?”
Bucky took a deep breath and wrinkled his nose “Nah, I’m too different…too much has happened you know. I don’t think I’d settle. Plus this would probably attract a little more attention than it does now.” he said, flexing his left hand.
Steve smiled “I know what you mean. If you’d asked me when I first came round…I’d have jumped at the chance but after Katie…” he took another drink before he let out a soft huff. “I crossed oceans of time to find her.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Dracula…romantic.” he said and Steve let out a laugh.
“Speaking of romantic…” Steve looked at his friend “How’s it going with Jen?”
“Ok.”
“Just ok?”
“I’m taking it slow.” Bucky shrugged “We’ve been on a few dates and…yeah I like her Steve and she likes me so…”
“Well if you ever want any advice on modern day dating…”
“The day I ask you for dating advice is the day I quit.” Bucky snorted
“I did ok.” Steve grinned “Well, more than ok actually. I lucked out.”
“No, you got what you deserved.” Bucky shook his head “A woman that loves you for who you are, not what you are.”
Steve felt his cheeks flush a little as he shrugged “Not quite sure what I did to deserve her but…”
“You’re a good man.” Bucky said “You always were and always have been. A pain in my ass like, but…” he drained his beer and shook his head “Anyway, enough sentimental crap. You want another?”
Steve contemplated that before he shrugged “Sure, why not?”
One more turned into 5 more, and it was a good 2 hours later and approaching midnight when the men left. It wasn’t the first time they’d been out for drinks since being re-united, but to Steve it was the first time that it felt like the old days. They’d talked about so many memories, he’d laughed until he had cried as they both recalled some of their antics, and he felt completely at peace when he walked into the hallway of his house.
Removing his cap he ran a hand through his hair before he hung it on the coat rack on the wall. Then he dropped his keys into that infernal golden pineapple bowl that Katie had bought him all those years ago and headed into the lounge where Katie was sat in her pyjamas, Rori clutched to her breast as she fed.
“Hey…” he smiled, crossing the floor and dropping a kiss to her lips before he turned his attention to his daughter, his finger gently running along her hardworking cheek.
“You have a good time?” she asked, giving a little yawn.
“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “It was nice. When did she wake up?”
“About half an hour ago.” Katie shrugged “With a bit of luck she’ll go down again soon and sleep for a couple of hours.”
“I’ll do the next feed.” Steve said “You can get some rest.”
“Ok.” Katie agreed, yawning again and as she did so Rori mimicked her, her eyes which were now carrying a slight greenish hue fluttering. Steve gestured for Katie to hand her over, and she did so as Steve held her up over her shoulder, hands that had hours ago been so violent were now ever so gentle, rubbing his daughter’s back to wind her as Katie adjusted her top. They sat there in silence for a little while before Katie finally spoke.
“So how badly did you hurt him?”
“What?”
“Jack?” She turned her head to Steve who looked at her “I know full well what you were up to.”
“I knew you would.” Steve huffed a laugh “And not too badly. Knocked a few of his teeth out…oh, and Bucky nailed his hand to the floor with a knife. He won’t be bothering Emmy again, or any of us for that matter.”
Katie looked at him for a moment before Rori gave a light burp and Steve gently turned his face, pressing his lips to the baby’s head.
“Here…” Katie said, and Steve handed her over “I’ll go put her down.”
She gathered the baby in her arms before she dropped a kiss to Steve’s mouth “Don’t be too long…”
He arched an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Well, you know what you getting all dark and protective does to me…” she grinned, looking down at Rori “That’s what made her in the first place.”
Steve’s eyes darkened at the memory of that particular day in the HYDRA base which he was recalling for the second time in the space of a few hours, albeit for very different reasons. “How could I forget?”
Standing up she walked to the door, Steve watching her go, before she shot him a coy look over her shoulder his pants became a lot tighter than they should have been. He gave a soft groan, before his head fell back against the cushion of the sofa. After a moment or two he stood up and turned off the lights, before heading up the stairs after his wife.
He stood in the doorway, watching as she placed Rori in the crib at the end of the bed before he strode over to her, his hands falling to her waist as he spun her round, his lips crashing to hers. She took the kiss eagerly, her tongue sliding against his as he backed her towards the bed, her hands fumbling with his belt as they went. Neither were wasting any time, and after a quick wrestle with their clothing they both collapsed onto the bed, Steve caging his wife underneath him with his arms and legs.
Their eyes locked for a second before he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her again, slow and hard, both his hands cupping her face, thumbs gently skating her cheeks as she let out a soft groan and he felt his cock twitch. His lips not once leaving hers his right hand gently slid down to her thigh, and his fingers gently gave her hip a squeeze causing her to sigh into his mouth again. Using his hand he hooked her leg round his waist, and ground his erection against her spot causing her to moan as she pulled away from the kiss, her head laying further back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut as his mouth dropped, swirling softly around her pebbled nipples, carefully lavishing affection on them in turn, and in moments she was quivering to his touch, her breathing ragged.
“Look at me…” he said, voice low, almost a growl and her eyes sprang open obediently, those sparkling emeralds glinting in the dim light as he held her gaze as he pushed into her, her breath catching in her throat. He stilled for a moment, enjoying her warmth as it gripped him before he moved his hips back, thrusting into her again. His pace was hard, deep and he continually dragged in and out of her, dropping his head to kiss and lick and suck all along her collar bone, knowing full well he would leave marks there for the morning but neither of them cared as their moans grew louder as his thrusts grew more desperate.
"Fuck.” he groaned, both hands now on her hips as he continued his movements and Katie’s hands moved to brace herself against the headboard, her body moving with every slam he made into her. One hand moved to the back of her head and he used it to make her look up, her eyes locking onto his as he felt her body start to quiver.
“I love you…” he said, his pace not slowing in the slightest.
“Love you too Soldier…” her words stuttered as he thrust up hard, stilling slightly, grinding up against her, as she writhed underneath him, a desperate, filthy noise escaping her mouth as her back arched and her hands flew to his back, nails scratching at his skin. God he loved the feel of her doing that, the stinging pain mixed with the pleasure was a heady mix and he took in a sharp breath, dropping his mouth to capture hers as she moaned again, this moan broken as she bucked upwards and clutched at him desperately.
“Stevie…” she moaned and her walls tightened on him as she came, her entire body trembling underneath him and he pulled back so he could watch her, lips swollen from his desperate kisses, cheeks flushed, eyelids fluttering against her cheeks. He continued his pace, her eyes opening moments late to lock onto his as the spring that had been coiled so tightly suddenly released and he spilled himself insider her with a low, rough grunt of her name and he tipped forwards, his hips slowing to a stop as he buried his face in her neck.
The pair of them lay still, the only sounds in the bedroom now were the deep, ragged drawings of breath. Katie gently ran her hands through his hair, as she always did, Steve’s body on top of hers rising and falling through the movements of her deep breathing. Eventually he raised his head gently and pressed their foreheads together, his nose sliding up and down hers. She smiled at him, and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss before he rolled over onto his back, and she snuggled into him, her head on his chest. He reached for her left hand which was laying flat against his abs and raised it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, just underneath where her wedding band sat.
“I love you, I love you all so much.” he said gently. She raised her head to look at him, smiling as she kissed him softly.
“I know, I love you. We all do.”
She was asleep before him, Steve lay awake for a little while longer contemplating everything that had gone down that evening. He’d crossed that line again, the darkness that had awoken all those years ago had bubbled inside of him and he wasn’t going to lie, it had been satisfying, and despite what he had said to Bucky, he would have happily killed the snivelling bastard with his bare hands and not even blinked twice about doing so. But something had stopped him short this time, and he knew now what it was.
His kids.
Back then they hadn’t been in the picture, and he wanted to be able to look them in the eye and tell them right from wrong without feeling like a hypocrite. Steve Rogers was a good man, a loyal husband, doting father, and he wanted to be worthy of the love that surrounded him on a daily basis.
He looked down at his sleeping wife before he shifted slightly, dropping a kiss to her head before he closed his eyes and fell into a trouble free sleep.
#stark spangled forever#steve rogers#Katie Stark#steve rogers x ofc#steve rogers x original female character#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fic#chris evans#chris evans characters
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Ride Or Die Till The End
Day Five; Reggie Peters centric
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Reggie stares at the blank sheet of paper in front of him, tapping his freshly sharpened pencil against it. His English teacher had asked them all to write an essay all about themselves, claiming it would be good practice for college entrance essays. Reggie wasn't even sure he wanted to go to college, and he knew his parents couldn't afford it. Yet here he was, trying in vain to come up with the words to define himself.
His parents would call him a nuisance, always underfoot, causing them grief. Never getting good enough grades, never being fast enough to finish his chores or playing his bass too loud. They often said he was too much, and it was a sentiment that he had also heard voiced by numerous teachers.
Distracted is another word he heard bandied around. He always had trouble focusing in class, the numerous smells, noises and visual stimuli sometimes getting overwhelming for him. He knew he was smart, he could rattle off facts and equations at will, but he just didn't test well. The guidance counsellor tried to help, but there was only so much she could do without an official diagnosis to get him aids in class.
His bass teacher would call him talented. He had mastered a few instruments but his love of the bass surpassed all the others. He was able to sight read music and tune by ear, but until he met Luke and Alex neither of those skills really impressed anyone. They had started Sunset Curve the other year, recruiting Bobby to join them not long after, and Reggie wasn't one to brag, but he thought they sounded pretty sweet.
Alex called him obsessed a lot. With Star Wars, with the colour red, with dogs, and pizza. So he knew what he liked. Alex sighed, "Not the point Reg, I'm just saying that there are other movies than The Empire Strikes Back. Can't we watch Ferris Bueller or The Princess Bride once in a while?"
Reggie did love those movies as well, and relented to having a movie night not involving lightsaber fights. But if he turned A New Hope on after Alex drifted off to sleep, no one else had to know.
Bobby would call him a human bouncy ball inside a teddy bear. Reggie was always moving, even when he played, the music flowing through him and inspiring him to groove out as much as he could while strumming out chords. He also knew he was a cuddly guy, but when you grow up getting no affection from your parental figures, you seek it out wherever you can get it. Luckily the guys were all pretty tactile, even though Bobby protested half the time, he always joined in on their band cuddle piles and group hugs.
Luke… Luke had called him a lot of things; a dork, an airhead, and so lucky he could play bass. Luke also referred to Reggie as his best friend, his wingman, and the closest thing he had to a brother. Therein lay the issue. Because Reggie could never refer to Luke as a brother.
One of the newest words Reggie would use to describe himself was bisexual. He figured it out not that long ago, and for a guy who had once been dubbed girl crazy he now knew he was actually boy and girl crazy. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful girls and handsome guys as they played shows, or walked the beach, heck even in school. The way he figured it out however…
Well that also led to him being hopeless. Hopelessly falling for every attractive face, but also hopelessly in love with someone he couldn't have. Because it was due to Luke that he even realized boys were an option for him. They had been teasing each other over their latest crushes, and Luke shyly brought up his own attraction to River Phoenix.
"That's cool man, he's a good looking dude, don't blame you there " Reggie replied. Alex had already come out to them as gay, so having another queer bandmate seemed like a natural occurrence to Reggie.
"No guys crank your engine there Reg?" Luke asked, his tone playful. Reggie shrugged, he could always appreciate when someone was attractive, but he hadn't really focused on anyone but girls when it came to who he was attracted to. "What about me?" Luke said, fluttering his eyelashes and pouting his lips in an exaggerated fashion .
Reggie laughed. "Dude, you know you're pretty, you don't need me inflating your ego."
Luke gave a leering grin before coming over, almost caging Reggie in with his arms, their noses a hair breadth away and Reggie sucked Ina breath. He could see every colour in Luke's swirling eyes, and found himself captivated. He saw Luke's tongue flicked out to lick his own lips and Reggie knew he could move in that last inch to capture it into his own mouth. It was with that thought that he was startled, but he couldn't move anywhere. Luke drew back a little, then kissed his own fingers before spreading them to Reggie's lips.
"You're pretty too." Luke said with a wink, backing up to continue picking at his guitar, heedless of the now racing of Reggie's heart.
So here Reggie was, pining for his best friend, a mass of contradictions and no further into writing this essay than he had been before his introspective episode. So he did what he always did in these situations, he turned to his boys.
Reggie: What's one word you would use to describe me so I can knock this essay out.
Bobby: Annoying.
Reggie: Mean
Bobby: You asked man. Also… I dunno, you're a pretty good listener, you are there for me when lola got sick last spring
Alex: You're a total sweetie Reg, you volunteer to walk my dogs not to help me out or to endear yourself to my awful parents but because you freaking love dogs. But I love getting to shoot the shit with you when we walk them, we always end up talking about the wildest things. Your brain man…
Reggie: I love our walks too, even if Mitzi is a total lazy butt and Frodo is a hyperactive butt with legs
Reggie's phone began to ring, and with a quick glance to see if was Luke calling, he answered "Hey man, you got something to contribute for this essay? The sooner I can get it down, the sooner I can work on the baseline for Long Weekend."
Reggie could almost feel Luke's fond grin through the line, "Reggie, you're so darn loveable. You love us so much, and we love you back."
"Thanks man, of course I love you guys, you're the best friends I'd always hoped I'd get."
Luke gulped audibly, and then continued “And you’re ours man... but I think… I think I maybe want…” he let out a sigh and a muttered curse. “I want more.”
“More?”
“This is so much easier in song form. I wanna date you Reg. Like, take you out for pizza with my arms around you, go to stupid movies where we talk all through the film, but I want to kiss you goodnight instead of giving you a fist bump or a bro hug. I wanna call you my boyfriend instead of my best friend.”
“...I want that too.” Reggie replies, meekly.
“Really? Sweet! Okay, I’m gonna plan something wicked for this weekend, so finish the essay about how awesome you are so we can have the most rad date ever.” Luke said, ending the call. Reggie shook his head, wondering why his heart always had to go and fall for chaos personified, and began to write.
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Hawkeye: Everything We Know About the Disney+ Marvel Series
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This article contains Black Widow spoilers.
As the pandemic winds down, Marvel is opening the floodgates with endless movies they’ve been building up alongside their string of Disney+ shows. One of the big series on the horizon is Hawkeye, starring Jeremy Renner reprising his role as badass archer Clint Barton. The retired Avenger gives it one more go in a story inspired by one of his most popular comic book runs.
Hawkeye Release Date
Back at SDCC 2019 Marvel announced that Hawkeye would arrive in Fall of 2021, but it’s not yet clear if the COVID pandemic impacted that. But considering how What If starts its 10 episode run on August 11, that would make the earliest Hawkeye could arrive Oct. 6.
Depending on whether Hawkeye or Ms. Marvel will be the next of the Disney+ live action shows, that will also impact the potential release date. Ms. Marvel is said to be six episodes, which could put Hawkeye as late as Dec. 1. Unless Disney+ decides to start double-dipping on their new releases, but I highly doubt that.
Hawkeye Cast
As mentioned, Jeremy Renner will return as Clint Barton. Though Ben Sakamoto, Ava Russo, and Cade Woodward will return as Clint’s children Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel in some form, there’s been no confirmation thus far of Linda Cardellini reprising her role as Laura Barton.
Hailee Steinfeld will co-star as Kate Bishop, Clint’s partner and protégé who also goes by Hawkeye in the comics. Alaqua Cox will be playing Maya Lopez, otherwise known as Echo, a deaf woman with move-copying abilities similar to that of the Taskmaster. Tony Dalton will appear as Jack Duquesne, also known as the Swordsman, who mentored Hawkeye in his early days. Fra Fee will be the Clown, an assassin sent to kill our hero.
We have more info on all the new characters coming to Hawkeye and the MCU here.
Speaking of assassins sent to kill Hawkeye, Florence Pugh will reprise her role from Black Widow. Yelena Belova will be around in an attempt to take out Clint, both for a paycheck and because of her understanding that he was responsible for her sister Natasha’s death. We wrote more about that here.
Oh, and a dog named Jolt will be playing the part of Lucky, better known as Pizza Dog.
Hawkeye Recap
Clint Barton first appeared in Thor as a SHIELD operative watching as Thor rampaged through various agents on his way to reclaim his mystical hammer, Mjolnir. He returned in Avengers, where Loki took over his mind and used him as a pawn against the other heroes. Thanks to getting beaten up by his best friend and fellow agent Black Widow, Hawkeye regained control of his mind. The two of them joined Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, and the Hulk in stopping Loki’s plans for global domination, thereby founding the Avengers.
In Avengers: Age of Ultron, Hawkeye rejoined the Avengers as part of a mission to crush the remnants of the terrorist cell HYDRA. Afterwards, he helped defeat the android threat Ultron, an adventure where he inspired Wanda Maximoff to become a hero. Clint’s rival Pietro Maximoff died saving Clint’s life. The same story also revealed that Clint had a secret family that lived off the grid.
With Ultron defeated, Clint went into retirement, but returned to help Captain America and Wanda fight against Iron Man’s forces during Captain America: Civil War. Hawkeye was captured and put in a special prison. He was eventually released, but put under house arrest. This suited him just fine as it meant he could simply be with his family.
As the villain Thanos removed half of all life from existence, Clint’s wife and children vanished, as shown in Avengers: Endgame. Dressing in black, a broken and furious Clint toured the world and slaughtered any criminal he could get his hands on. Natasha Romanoff came to him to recruit him in a plan to undo Thanos’ actions. As the Avengers used time travel to obtain the six Infinity Stones, Hawkeye and Black Widow went to the planet Vormir to obtain the Soul Stone. To their horror, they discovered that the only way to obtain it was to lose someone they loved. After much fighting, Black Widow sacrificed herself and fell off a cliff so Hawkeye could be awarded the Soul Stone.
Distraught over Natasha’s death, Hawkeye was still able to resurrect his family. After helping defeat Thanos’ forces, Clint retired yet again, happily reunited with his family.
Sometime later, Natasha’s sister and fellow Black Widow Yelena Belova was hired by Valentina Allegra de Fontaine with a mission to take out Hawkeye. Why? We don’t know yet, but it’s definitely going to lead to a big confrontation between Florence Pugh’s Yelena, Renner’s Clint, and Hailee Steinfeld’s Kate Bishop on Hawkeye.
Hawkeye Story
The series appears to be based on the critically-acclaimed 22-issue run of Hawkeye written by Matt Fraction with art by David Aja and others, which ran from late 2012 to 2015.
The comic dealt with Hawkeye’s off-time away from the Avengers where he dealt with running his own apartment complex while working alongside his annoyed protégé Kate Bishop. His dealings would get him in trouble with a faction of European mafiosi nicknamed the “Tracksuit Draculas,” known for their habit of constantly calling people “bro.” Their war would soon bring in the Clown, a highly-competent killer in clown makeup. Clint is not only antagonized by the Tracksuit Draculas, but his own failings, which cause him to constantly alienate his allies, leaving him alone and desperate for help he claims he doesn’t need.
How will all of this translate into the MCU?
Kate Bishop still needs to be introduced and established. With little news on Linda Barton being part of the show, it’s very likely that Clint’s five-year stretch as an amoral vigilante would have long-term repercussions and possibly lead to a separation. That would at least put him in the situation where he’d be living alone in an apartment complex.
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Echo and Yelena didn’t have any part in the Hawkeye comic series, but it’s not like the MCU ever makes a 100% faithful adaptation to the source material.
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Reader keeping secrets from ________ Reader leading a double life a an underground artist and ________ has no idea but is a fan? Sorry that’s all I can come up with on short notice lol Hope you have fun writing whatever you work on! 😀
Pairing: Taehyung x tagger!reader
WC: 1.7k
Genre: artist au
Rating: pg
Warnings: None.
A/N: I may do a part 2 if you want. Idk, I’m just tired.
“Did you see?” You glance up from your laptop as Taehyung walks through the front door, eyes glued to his phone. When you don’t respond he looks up expectantly and you shrug your shoulders with a tilt of the head. “Purple Panda tagged last night and it’s all over my feed.”
“Oh, cool.” You glance back down at your laptop, never interested in having lengthy conversations with your boyfriend about his favorite local artist and their hidden identity. “I’m kinda feeling pizza tonight, are you in?”
“Did you hear what I said?” He takes a seat on the arm of the couch and presses a kiss against the crown of your head. You hum continuing to type against your keyboard without pretense.
“Yeah, artist, tag, social feed. I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with this person,” You lower your screen and angle yourself toward him. “Sure they’re amazing at what they do, but what they do is also pretty illegal.”
Taehyung pulls his lip into a contemplative pout, his hands coming to massage your shoulders, the feeling relieving the tension that had taken over your muscles. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the sound of Yeontan’s feet patter occasionally across the floor.
“Why don’t you like them?” You’re caught off guard by the sudden question, never having said anything about your personal feelings.
“What do you mean? I never said that.”
“True, but you’re always telling me that I shouldn’t invest so much time in this and you can’t help but to constantly point out the lack of legality in their work.” You huff, pushing yourself from the confines of the couch cushions and onto your feet. Taehyung is hot on your trail as you head to the kitchen, grabbing your keys from the counter.
“I don’t hate them, I just don’t think you should invest so much time in trying to discover a person who doesn’t want to be discovered. They have a pseudonym for a reason and that reason is not for you to try to expose their true identity.” It had become a sort of hobby for Taehyung to try and crack the code of Purple Panda. He enjoyed their art so much that he figured finding them would be next best to actually creating the pieces himself.
He followed every lead that filled his social feeds and he even roped Namjoon and Jimin into the whole ordeal. You on the other hand were content with knowing nothing of this person aside from what they paint on buildings. You’ve tried and failed to get Taehyung to let go of this idea that he could find the elusive artist, but he just poked fun at you for being jealous or asked questions like this one.
“I’m going to go and grab us some pizza, why don’t you watch a movie or something, hmm?” You pat Taehyung’s arm and peck his cheek, your purse being thrown over one shoulder.
“Yeah, sure.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets and watches you walk out of the house, the door clicking shut behind you. He walks to the front, pacing back and forth near the window to allow himself to watch you pull out of the drive. When he’s sure that you won’t be pulling back in he makes a beeline to the hall closet, Yeontan hot on his trail. “I think I know why she hates Purple Panda so much, Tannie.”
The dog yaps, jumping around Taehyung as he bends to the ground pulling at a box that’s stuffed deep in the junk filled closet. Yeontan nips at his pant legs, like he’s trying to stop Taehyung from completing his task, but Taehyung simply scoops the dog up and cuddles him to his chest. He manages to wrestle the box out with his one free hand and he places Yeontan back into the hall where the dog trots away indignantly.
Taehyung had grown increasingly suspicious of your behavior in the past few weeks and had taken to keeping a close eye on you. His first avenue was to assume the worst, the odd hours in which you’d claim to have errands or plans with friends not making the choice difficult. It was Namjoon’s comforting voice of reason that had talked him down from that ledge and since then he’s been grasping at anything to connect your behavior.
The latest in his growing suspicions is the way in which you disregard his excitement for his most recent favorite artist. Purple Panda is a tagger, an expert in Taehyung’s opinion, and has been running throughout the city making their mark for the better part of a year now. The first time he’d come to you with full cheeks and his phone resting in his palm you’d been just as excited as him. The new artist becoming a popular topic of discussion between the two of you.
That had all changed after the first month, when Taehyung had decided that he wanted to meet this infamous tagger no matter what it took. It was a usual night, the two of you cuddled up in bed when he’d shared his plans with you. The way you had stiffened beneath him should’ve been his first clue that something was wrong, but he’d thought nothing of it, the chill that often filled the room a logical enough explanation.
Now, he had taken notice of your hasty subject changes and how you avoided fully answering any questions he had pertaining to the Purple Panda. In fact, it seemed that the more he dug in the more annoyed you got with him. You weren’t snapping, but there was definitely a slight edge to your voice when you would issue him a response.
Taehyung had again expressed his beliefs with Namjoon who told him that the best way to find out the truth would be for him to confront you directly. That was when Jimin had opted to butt into the conversation and tell Taehyung that was the worst idea.
“She’s not just gonna come and tell you flat out. You have to be smarter than her, do a little sleuthing and wait until you have proof.” This idea sounded much more appealing to Taehyung, perhaps because it allowed him to put his detective skills to the test though he would never admit the underlying excitement. So he’d taken to paying extra close attention to you when you left and when you came home. The way you reacted to different questions and conversations.
When he’d spoken to you today he noted a twitch in your nose, a tell-tale sign that you were keeping something from him. Over the past weeks he had picked up on your routine. You would come into the house and sometimes immediately open the closet door before coming to greet him and oftentimes open it again before you left. One of these times he stepped into the closet and looked for any sign that you’d disrupted one of the multitudes of storage boxes piled into the tiny space.
He’d spotted a box slightly protruding from the back and pulled it out immediately to find that there was nothing inside save for an old dirty rag. He figured that whatever you were taking whenever you left the house must be kept in that box. If he was as good a detective as he liked to believe he guessed that the box would be filled with spray paint. He intended to sneak out of bed tonight to see if his assumptions were true, but your sudden decision to leave the house gave him a window of opportunity. So here he sits, the box before him, filled with what he hopes is the answer to his mystery. The box is much heavier than the first time he’d come across it which he found a good sign.
“Here goes,” He says to no one in particular, his hand coming to lift the cardboard flap that hid the contents from view. His eyes had involuntarily, his nerves getting the best of him. If what he finds isn’t what he’s expecting he isn’t sure what it could be or how he’ll react.
He takes a deep breath and peers into the box.
“Gotcha,” He smiles from ear to ear, half used spray paint cans stuffed into a worn duffle greeting him. He lifts one of the cans, a purple one adorning the name of your chosen pseudonym and he smiles at his excellent deductive reasoning.
When the shock and triumph wears off he begins to wonder why you would hide something from him. But more importantly how you got into tagging in the first place. You’d told him plenty of times that there were many dangers that came from this form of expression and he can’t imagine a reason why you would put yourself in danger of getting caught.
He slumps against the wall, tossing a can back and forth between his hands while he thinks. His head snaps toward the front door when he hears you struggling on the other side, the ruffling of your purse and the mumbled obscenities almost bringing a smile to his face. He glances between the door and the paint, contemplating his next move.
Confront or let it go?
He wants nothing more than to confront you, make you tell him why you’d kept it a secret from him, but he’s also certain that there had to be a logical reason and he doesn’t want to pressure you. Just as you’re sliding your key into the door he makes the decision to stuff the paint back into the box and the box back into the closet.
“Hey, the line was so short today. Lucky us!” You hold the pizza you’d purchased out and he takes the box with a smile. “What have you been up to?”
“Nothing, just trying to find out more about Purple Panda.” He watches you visibly flinch, covering it with a smile as you lead him to the kitchen. “I was kind of thinking you’re right though.”
“Yeah? About what?”
“If they want to be discovered then they’ll do it in their own time.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” You send him a smile and slide the pizza onto the table. Taehyung slides into his chair and grabs your hand placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
“And I will wait forever if that’s what it takes.”
#bangtanhq#bangtanidx#ficswithluv#mikrogalaxynet#bangtanarmynet#taehyung x reader#bts drabble#blue1928
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do you have any headcanons for clint, nat and katie barton(or any other kid/oc kid of them)?
Hi, Anon, and thank you so much for this lovely ask! I’m afraid I don’t have any Katie headcanons because I’m not familiar with her story (yet). I do, however have Clintasha babies headcanons I’ve been perfecting along with my best friend since 2015.
We’ve pretty much figured out most things about how the children came to be, mixing comics versions and the MCU versions into one. It’s a bit messy but at this point we are not starting over. We are not. It’s an AU anyway, it doesn’t matter, okay?
(I think this is the place to inform you that this AU is as compliant to the MCU as possible, just because at the time we didn’t have access to any of the comics and Wikia can be a very confusing place.)
The eldest, Autumn, was named after her mother’s favourite season. She was also, coincidentally, born in early Autumn.
She was born in Hawaii
Her existence is top secret
She doesn’t look particularly much like her parents with her dark hair and dark eyes (though she does look like her mother when she’s older, all sharp lines and deadly precision), which plays into the plot
Her sister, Morgan, is born two and a half years later.
In Canada
Which is fitting. She’s a sweetheart.
Her existence is also top secret
(She wasn’t named after anything specifically, they just liked the name)
(Also a reminder that Morgan Barton-Romanoff has existed for five years without my knowledge of Morgan Stark. Yes, I did get chills in the movie theatre)
She looks a lot like her dad, all blonde hair and witty humour. She also really likes dogs. And archery
Coulson is Autumn’s godfather
Fury is Morgan’s (cue ‘Uncle Nick’ when she’s older and reckless just like her father)
The Barton-Romanoffs weren’t together the whole time, that’s the only thing I’ll say
teenage!Autumn is as skilled as her mother was at her age. And just as much mentally messed up. She’s in a terrible place.
The fic in #1 tells the story of their growth and of a family reconnecting with each other
teenage!Morgan has been sheltered her entire life and not in the way you think at all. Her entire life is a lie. Both of their lives, actually.
Au and Mo don’t know each other
gah, how do I not spoil this
The girls don’t know Clint and Natasha are their parents
Clint and Natasha haven’t seen their girls in... too long
Autumn is very angsty and has trust issues. She’s also kinda... not on the good side. She and Nat clash a lot.
Morgan is finally living her life and she immediately hits it off with Clint (though Natasha really intimidates her)
Both girls develop relationships similar to their parents’
A best friend and a person who brought one into SHIELD
Both of them are very passionate and will fight anyone who tries to bring them down.
Morgan refuses to kill people - she can knock them out with an ICER or her own force but she refuses to kill
Autumn has no such qualms
Later on, after they’ve all come to terms with their identities, things get more domestic and fluffy
After the girls get to know each other better they grow really close (and really protective of each other)
Kate’s reaction to finding out Clint and Natasha not only banged (complicated situation, she thought they were only pining after each other, don’t judge her), but also produced not one, but two babies, years ago, is a continuous chant of “What the fuck”
Kate is a combination of the awesome older cousin and the vodka aunt
Morgan really loves Kate
They have sleepovers often and Kate has a room in their house.
She approves of their love interests
There’s a Lucky in the picture too, and as much as Autumn pretends to be annoyed by the dog, she loves him.
Morgan and Lucky are inseparable. Yes, she does feed him pizza, occasionally. (As long as Nat isn’t watching)
I have this personal headcanon:
Since they were “homeschooled” but they’re still incredibly smart, and considering the trauma they’ve been through, Nat and Clint agree to enrol them in high-school.
Morgan is thrilled but Autumn is definitely not. Au is a senior and Mo is a sophomore.
They go to Midtown School of Science and Technology
Where they meet the Spidey gang.
(Might be for a mission, might be to experience normal childhood, who knows 🤷♀️)
If I don’t stop here, I will go on forever, BUT, if anyone wants to know more, hit me up and I will most likely deliver 🤣💘
#clintasha#i don't forget to write#headcanons#natasha romanoff#clint barton#OCs#strike team delta#marvel#mcu#avengers#mine#hawkeye#black widow#ask
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The B-List Avenger - 5
The B-List Avenger: A Hawkeye Fanfic
Series Masterlist
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Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader
Word Count: 2182
Rating: E
Warnings: Action, Injuries, Angst, Pregnancy, Smut (vaginal sex)
Synopsis: After an explosion in your building, it’s up to Hawkeye to get you and your daughter to safety. There might be worst ways to get to know someone.
Chapter 5: Self-Doubt
Natasha smacked Clint over the back of the head. “What did you do, Barton?” The redhead seethed at him.
Clint all but ignored her trying to get himself free from the regenerative ark technology that he was currently strapped into. “Help me get out of this.” He muttered, yanking on wires.
Natasha lunged forward like a cat, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning them to his sides. “What are you going to do, you bolvan? Go after her while you leave half your organs trailing behind you? Use your brain.”
Clint struggled for a moment. He didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about anything except going after you and explaining. He had to make this right. Make you forgive him. When he realized struggling against Natasha was useless, especially given how full of morphine he currently was he let his body sag.
“Did you cheat on her?” Natasha snapped, letting his wrists go.
For a split second, he thought about arguing. How could she possibly even think he would do something like that? Only it wouldn’t be the first relationship he’d tanked by cheating. Not even the second. He sighed and shook his head. “I swear I didn’t.” He said looking up at Natasha, her glare was still icy and accusatory. “I didn’t! I love her. And those other times… I thought we were casual. This is different. It’s us.”
Natasha hit him again. “Then what? Why on God’s green Earth were you missing her doctor’s appointments for?”
Clint covered his head with his arms. “Stop hitting me, Nat. That’s not okay.”
Natasha sat back in her hair and rolled her eyes. “Well?”
“I don’t even know. I’m scared. I’m scared of being bad at this. About being an Avenger and a dad. About her realizing how shit I am. About raising a kid in this fucked up world.” He groaned and ran his hands down his face. “I want the world to be better, and when I saw that weird little blob on the ultrasound machine and heard that woosh-woosh that was going so fast that was its heartbeat, all I could think was I am gonna fuck this up so bad.”
Natasha rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. “So you thought you would make a preemptive strike? You have got to be the dumbest dummy in the history of dummies.”
“What am I gonna do, Nat?” Clint pleaded. “I gotta make this right. I can’t lose her. Not now.”
Nat sighed and looked him over. “Alright, listen up, dummy.”
You had gone straight home from the compound, gritting your teeth so you didn’t cry. You made it inside and broke down in your room while your mother held you. When you finally had gotten yourself under control you’d finished packing up all his stuff and put it near the hall, ready for him to take it. You’d put Alexis to bed and Lucky had curled into a ball at the end of the bed. Your heart broke just that little bit more. Not only was Alexis going to be losing Clint, but her dog too. Part of you hoped that maybe Clint would agree to leave Lucky with you, but then the thought of that reminder always being around hurt to think of too.
You cried yourself to sleep that night.
The next morning you woke exhausted. You also felt a little queasy, which was annoying because it had only been in the last month that you’d been able to shake the morning sickness. You got up and hopped in the shower where a sudden wave of sadness it again, but you were too dehydrated to cry actual tears, so instead it was just a dry wracking sob that took over your whole body. You felt like a complete idiot.
You’d managed to get on with your day. You gave Alexis her breakfast. Took her to preschool. Went to work. You’d hope that Clint or someone from the Avengers would come to pick up his stuff while you were working. At the end of the day, you pick Alexis up and go home, only to find Clint sitting on your front steps, head in his hands.
Alexis ran to him, or toddled quickly might be more accurate. “Cwint!” She squealed throwing herself at him.
He wrapped his arms around her and swung her back and forth. “There’s my little slugger.”
It would be a cute sight. Except all you could see was red. How dare he pull this shit. Using Alexis as some kind of human shield so you couldn’t rage at him again. “Clint.” You say tersely.
“Hey, babe. Can we talk?” He asked sheepishly as he got to his feet. He held Alexis on his hip and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I think you need to be somewhere don’t you?” You answered, rolling your eyes and pushing past him and going inside.
“No. Don’t go, Cwint,” Alexis whined squeezing her arms tighter around his neck.
“Sorry, sweetie. I can’t stay. Avengers stuff.” Clint said soothingly as he followed you inside.
Alexis started to cry and buried her face in his neck. It just made you more angry at him. You turned on him and started signing furiously. ‘Who do you think you are? Using her to try and get back in. Fuck you, Clint. You can now explain to her why you’re not welcome here.’ If there was such a thing as shouting in ASL you had just done it.
“Aww man. Please, can we just talk for a minute? And then I’ll go?”
You pinched the bridge of your nose glaring at him. “Fine.” You huffed, heading into the kitchen.
You let Clint settle down Alexis while you went and fixed her a snack. You left it with her and dragged Clint down to your bedroom. “You have five minutes.” You said keeping your voice low and calm.
Clint whined and bunched a fist into his hair. “I’m an idiot. I was scared. I was scared I’d fuck this up and instead of doing what normal people do and talk about it, I did what I always do. I freaked out and decided I’d try and fix the world.”
“I told you I couldn’t do this alone. And instead, you made me do this alone. Scared isn’t good enough Clint.” You snapped. “You think I’m not scared? The difference is I don’t get a choice and you do and you used it to run.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hands through his hair. “I - I don’t have an excuse. I fucked up. I don’t expect you to take me back…”
“That’s good because I’m not going to.” You interrupted.
He looked up at you and sighed. “Can I try and prove I mean it? That this is the mistake. That you aren’t alone. Let me come to appointments and classes. I love you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. My family is the Avengers and my brother and you and Alexis. Let me show you?”
You sighed. “Okay. You can try and prove it. I’m not promising anything. But you are the dad in this situation, so I guess you have a right to be there.”
“Thank you.” He said reaching out to your hand.
You pulled it away. “One more thing. You,” You paused and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. “That little girl in there loves you so much. You don’t get to disappear from her life. You have two people here to prove yourself to.”
He smiled. “You tell me what you need to do that and I’ll do it.”
Over the next few months, Clint was good to his word. He started seeing a therapist to actually deal with some of his shit. He showed up for every appointment. He spoke to Steve Rogers and he’d been excused from all but word threatening events. He did complain about paperwork a lot. But he still showed up early for every appointment. He stayed with you after making sure you weren’t alone for any blood tests or other extra things you needed.
When you got too big that driving was awkward he started driving you to and from the appointments. He went and bought nursery furniture and swore a little too much as he put it together. He rubbed your back when it hurt too much. He would periodically check-in and see how you were doing.
With Alexis, he’d do things like go pick her up from pre-school and when you got back from work he’d have bought pizza and he, Alexis and Lucky would be eating it while they watched Brave for the one-millionth time.
Slowly you started to forget why you were mad at him in the first place. Not ready to take him back forgetful, but willing to be his friend. Willing to have him involved in your son’s life.
It was coming up to the tenth month of the pregnancy. You had been suffering from bad sciatic pain and Clint had offered to help you get Alexis to bed. You were just winding down yourself. You were in your pajamas and trying to rub your own lower back.
Clint stuck his head into the living room. “Out like a light. Want me to do anything else before I go? I could stack the dishwasher.”
“I know that was just a lip service question but yes, please. My back is killing me.” You answered.
He came and sat down beside you. “How about I help with that?” He said, starting to rub your back. You let out a deep moan almost as soon as his thumbs pressed against your sore muscles.
“You have magic hands, Barton.” You groaned.
“I use them a lot.” He said simply.
You started laughing and shook your head. “That sounded really dirty. You been partaking in a lot of alone time?”
Clint rolled his eyes. “I meant with the archery. But as a matter of fact, yes.”
“Yeah, me too.” You said with a shrug. “I forgot how goddamned horny you get when you’re at the end of a pregnancy. And before you ask, it’s a lot.”
He pressed on a particularly painful spot on your back and you let out a sound that was half moan of pleasure and half whine. “You know if you’d asked I could have helped with that too.” He said.
You elbowed him. “I don’t think so.”
He took a breath in and let it out slowly before going back to rubbing your back.
“What was that?” You asked.
“I just miss you.” He answered. “And don’t worry. I know. But I do. That’s all.”
You let your head fall forward a little and closed your eyes. “Yeah, I know.”
He looked at you and for a moment you were sure he was going to press the issue. He had this sad hopeful look in his blue eyes. “Hey, do you think we could name him after my brother? I miss him so much.”
You blink at him for a moment. “Barney?” You asked slightly surprised by the question.
“Charles actually. Barney was a nickname. But yeah. Is that okay?” He said.
“Yeah. Yes of course. He can be Charles.” You answered.
Clint smiled sadly. “Thank you. You’re too good to me.” He shook his head again. “I’m so sorry I fucked us up. I wish I wasn’t such a piece of shit.”
You turned on him and took his hands in yours. “Why do you always talk about yourself like that?” You asked. “You aren’t a piece of shit. It’s like you just make yourself one by speaking it into being that way. All your friends, even your exes talk about you like you’re the best guy around who has no faith in himself. Shit, that’s how I feel. I thought we had this.”
He nods. “I did too. I don’t know. I don’t know why I keep doing this. And I thought I had it. I had control over it. I was really happy and I just shot myself in the foot. But worse because I hurt you. And Alexis. And the baby… Charles. I ruined it. I ruined us. Our family.”
You put your hand on Clint’s cheek, tilting his head up to you. “No. You didn’t.”
“What?” He asked looking into your eyes.
“You didn’t.” You repeated and brought your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around you, pulled you closer to him. Your hands roamed up and down his back. You ran your tongue over his top lip and circled his with it. He hummed and put his hand in your hair.
He leaned you back on the couch, putting his knee between your thighs and curving above you.
You felt a small pop and a gush of fluid spilled from you over Clint’s thigh and the couch.
“What the fuck was that?” Clint asked looking down.
You look at him, eyes wide. “My waters just broke.”
// NEXT
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beneath the cut , you’ll find random tidbits of info that i thought up at unholy hours of the night. took all day but tbh ..... this was therapy. i really said, “i’ll make my own damn self happy,” and it shows.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏. › alicia marie levesque boyd-whitley.
► hobbies ➔ painting and decoration, primarily. for the most part, this is due to the nostalgia of doing it with her moms. she’s not awful at it, but she’s not van gogh levels of good, either. it’s just for fun, as all things should be. she’s also incredibly creative, so things like renovation ideas come easy to her. she did ballet for several years, but dropped it before she moved to beacon hills.
► social media handles ➔ she’s aleesha on just about everything.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ mostly conventional, with a series of emojis attached to every name.
► favorite color ➔ green. but sea foam-ish green.
► favorite video game ➔ animal crossing new horizons. she’s a simple bitch; she sees cute animals, she plays the damn game.
► favorite song ➔ style by taylor swift.
► favorite scent ➔ pumpkin spice! not to be totally cliché, but that scent is unbeatable. she has a million candles with that scent alone.
► favorite band/artist ➔ taylor swift, of course.
► favorite place to be ➔ nana’s house!
► favorite season ➔ winter! she had so much fun with lucy over this past winter and if that’s the way lucy acts every year for christmas, then alicia looks forward to it!
► favorite word ➔ squishy.
► favorite meme ➔ maybe so.gif
► if they were an animal ➔ cheetah!
► if they were a color ➔ beige. no longer the pure white she once was, but not the tar pit that she could have been, either. a beautiful mixture of purities and imperfections.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *going through the five stages of grief* HHHHHHHHH !!!!! someone just slid in my dms and *voice cracking* this is what they said.... *sobbing* gIRL.... *sniffle* HNNNNNN..... you should sell hoT DOGs.... ‘cause you know how to make a weiner stand. hNNNNNN.... HNNNNN!!!!!!
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ shake it off.
► aesthetic ➔ paint-stained overalls, tear tracks covered in glitter and flower petals, crooked fingers snagging the last slice of pizza out the box, thick-framed glasses with the lens popped out, it’s for the aesthetic, sharpie’d converse kicks and open hearts doodled onto the palm of your hand –– darling girl, someone will really love you one day.
► motto ➔ “it really do be like that sometimes.”
► theme song ➔ lights up by harry styles.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟐. › amari rose kent.
► hobbies ➔ writing, mostly out of spite. in middle school, she had a meeting with the principal, during which he told her she was at risk of being expelled, due to how many teachers had issues with her. this was the same principal who told her she would never get anywhere, hanging off of tate’s coattails, so she wrote a 50-page paper in the span of one week, shaming the school for its discrimination and unethical practices when it came to students. instead of giving the paper to the principal, she submitted it to the board of education and got the man fired. not only did the essay make it onto local news, it also got her a scholarship to devenford prep; lucky, since tatum had already been offered a scholarship and was on the verge of turning it down because she wouldn’t go without amari. though she hasn’t spitefully written anything that huge since, she is still not afraid to thinkshame. also dabbles in poetry and collage-making.
► social media handles ➔ amari_rose on twitter and instagram. she surprisingly does not have a snapchat!
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. at best, she’s giving nicknames.
► favorite color ➔ black.
► favorite video game ➔ she doesn’t play video games, so she doesn’t know.
► favorite song ➔ bad guy by billie eilish.
► favorite scent ➔ not to kinkshame, but.... leather.
► favorite band/artist ➔ billie eilish, she is not ashamed!
► favorite place to be ➔ wherever tate and owen are, honestly.
► favorite season ➔ summer.
► favorite word ➔ bullshit.
► favorite meme ➔ thA’TS MY OPINION !!!!
► if they were an animal ➔ panther.
► if they were a color ➔ silver. black is a hard color to obtain and she hardly comes close. she’s got all the darkness she doesn’t need, but the world put that in her. still, she’s close to light, too; close to breathing in sunlight.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ to the mIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER –– yes, YOU, you know who you are –– who said EYE would never be shit, LOOK AT ME NOW, WHORE ! LOOK AT ME NOW .... not shit. and HOW YOU LIKE IT ? *twerks belligerently*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ sad beautiful tragic.
► aesthetic ➔ messily chopped hair in the bathroom sink, tongue poked out to lick ketchup off of nimble fingers, rushed words in a lost diary, a bottle drifting out at sea, cigarette smoke and tequila-coated daydreams, harsh breaths in and out and in and out, bruised knuckles and bleeding lips, we’re not done here.
► motto ➔ “chin up, chest out.”
► theme song ➔ all the good girls go to hell by billie eilish. alternatively, kiwi by harry styles.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟑. › camden wesley layton lahey.
► hobbies ➔ he took up woodworking a few years back. therapy and whatnot. he likes making little birds and figurines out of wood, keeps a box of them in his nightstand.
► social media handles ➔ he’s not on social media! he’s old, leave him alone.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ very conventional. again, he’s old, leave him!
► favorite color ➔ grassy green.
► favorite video game ➔ he’s always going to be a sucker for mario party. that game is unfairly frustrating, but he would ride or die for it.
► favorite song ➔ i of the storm by of monsters and men.
► favorite scent ➔ peppermint! it used to make him sick, because it’s such a strong smell, but it’s now his absolute favorite thing in the world.
► favorite band/artist ➔ gorillaz.
► favorite place to be ➔ he honestly prefers closed spaces? tight spaces where he can see every corner, every entrance, every exit, every tile on the floor. whenever he starts panicking, he will sneak away to the nearest closet or something.
► favorite season ➔ spring. rebirth, babyyy.
► favorite word ➔ dammit.
► favorite meme ➔ it’s free real estate.
► if they were an animal ➔ german shepard.
► if they were a color ➔ light pink. this strange mix between the pure white of being a blank slate and the awful red of having spilled more blood than he can even remember.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ AWWWWWWW 😍😍 awww, i’m gonna die alone 🤗🤗🤗 awww !!! i’m never gonna know what it’s like to be LOVED, AWWWWWW !!!!
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ holy ground.
► aesthetic ➔ sweat-dotted skin, racing heart, jingling dog tags, checking the locks on the door once and then again and then again and once more just to be sure, hesitant hands and wet eyes, a smile that’s easy even when nothing else is, sunlight pouring in through a cracked window, a step closer to an answer, five steps back.
► motto ➔ “sure, jan.”
► theme song ➔ clint eastwood by gorillaz.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟒. › charles gerard argent.
► hobbies ➔ someone should tell him that working out isn’t a personality trait, but it really is his hobby. your depression can’t catch up to you, if you’re getting these gainz.
► social media handles ➔ he’s charliecharlie on everything, because he’s funny.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ it used to be creative, but man, that depression hit him hard and he switched to conventional.
► favorite color ➔ white.
► favorite video game ➔ fortnite, shut the fuck up, liam, he doesn’t want to hear it.
► favorite song ➔ perfect ruin by kwabs.
► favorite scent ➔ salt water.
► favorite band/artist ➔ clairo.
► favorite place to be ➔ at the beach. he takes frequent drives up to the closest beach,
► favorite season ➔ summer. beach time! all the time!
► favorite word ➔ yeet.
► favorite meme ➔ y E E T.
► if they were an animal ➔ raven.
► if they were a color ➔ a myriad of colors; there are so many facets to charlie and until he figures out exactly where he is in life, he’s going to keep creating a puddle of colors.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *dancing and singing to the tune of under the sea* ptsd 🤪 anxiety 🤪 crippling depression, there is no question, you should kill me !! let me be with HARAMBE 😤✊ i feel like shit every day ! i’m asking nicely, do it by drowning, under da sea 🌊🌊
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ getaway car.
► aesthetic ➔ that damnable water’s edge, the view from the top of a mountain, gnawed fingernails and scraped skin, 11:11 and back again, holstered knives and picturesque smiles, droplets of blood spilled into cold coffee, palm grazing the door to happiness but not quite opening it yet ––– another day and you might just make it.
► motto ➔ “que ce sang protège ceux qui ne peuvent se protéger.”
► theme song ➔ broken bones by kaleo.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟓. › cora vienna hale.
► hobbies ➔ lowkey has a love of mechanics. she doesn’t trust anyone else to repair her bike, so she learned how to do it herself. also learned how to fix cars, because scott is always messing his up. also still plays soccer when she has the time.
► social media handles ➔ she’s just corahale on everything. it’s more “professional” than what she had before. which was... a series of expletives that made lydia blush.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, unless she really hates you. then she can get creative.
► favorite color ➔ black.
► favorite video game ➔ detroit: become human.
► favorite song ➔ hold on just a little while longer from d:bh. luther snapped.
► favorite scent ➔ pinecones.
► favorite band/artist ➔ bryson tiller.
► favorite place to be ➔ the hale house. it feels good to be able to go there again and not be assaulted with all of the reminders of what she lost.
► favorite season ➔ winter.
► favorite word ➔ buttercup. look her in the eye and tell her it’s not the cutest word you’ve ever heard. exactly, you can’t.
► favorite meme ➔ looks into the camera like she’s on the office.
► if they were an animal ➔ lion.
► if they were a color ➔ gold. pure and beautiful; maybe not innocent, maybe not for everyone. but royal and bold and unrelenting.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ sO... .i just went to starbucks and i got my iced coffee and i was standing in line and these little girls were looking at me. *sniff* and i was like, “okay, funny joke.” so i, um, i’m s–– i’m waiting for my coffee, uh, at starbucks, and these other little girls were just, like, LOOKING AT ME and they kept on staring and then this DAD kept on looking and then he kept on staring. and *uncomfortable laughter* ....... *more laughter* ..... *turns on music* *keeps laughing* *turns music off* what kind of sick fucking joke ? .... *uncomfortable shrugging* ...i EXIST ? *more laughter*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ clean.
► aesthetic ➔ a horrid red fire meets a river of blue, gasoline stains on faded tees, an unexpected smile on a rainy day, the way the forest breathes after a rainstorm, skintight dresses and haughty gazes, a smirk that rests for no one, the innocence of a white wolf in a prom dress.
► motto ➔ “flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo.”
► theme song ➔ big god by florence and the machine. alt. the man by taylor swift.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟔. › daniel nahele mahealani.
► hobbies ➔ he no longer loves hacking or music, because... whew, high school killed everything he cared about. mostly sticks to being lydia’s dress up doll.
► social media handles ➔ he’s d-annyboy on all things, because it’s easy!
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, unless he’s trying to hide something from jackson and lydia. lydia is not afraid to go through his phone, which he genuinely doesn’t mind, that’s why she knows all of his passwords and stuff. but he does not need her to know how many guys he’s fucked that she didn’t like, he’s not here for the lectures.
► favorite color ➔ red.
► favorite video game ➔ wii sports still outsells, he is not taking criticism or debate on this topic.
► favorite song ➔ magic in the hamptons by social house.
► favorite scent ➔ hot chocolate.
► favorite band/artist ➔ childish gambino.
► favorite place to be ➔ at the risk of being gay, wherever theo is.
► favorite season ➔ autumn.
► favorite word ➔ pack. he loves feeling loved, sue him.
► favorite meme ➔ kermit spreading his asshole.
► if they were an animal ➔ elephant.
► if they were a color ➔ orange; just on the cusp of happiness, but always holding back.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ hEY GUYS, i’m just really co–– really confused, ‘cause what does fall have to do with fuckboys 🧐🤔 ‘cause I’VE been fucking boys .... EVERY MONTH, winter, fucking februarymarchaprilmay, june, december... dULY ... *someone taps on the trunk of the car* *looks back* ...that’s my dad *frantic zoom-in*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ afterglow.
► aesthetic ➔ scar-littered skin and callused hands, abandoned hobbies and hopes and dreams, all stashed to the back of the infamous closet, dimples cheeked and optimistic eyes, high school jerseys folded in the drawer, letterman jackets treated like sacrosanct, the memory of when things were simpler and the rain didn’t last so long.
► motto ➔ “this could be worse.”
► theme song ➔ clementine by halsey.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟕. › derek alexander hale.
► hobbies ➔ book collecting. as their lives continue to not make sense, he collects books on any and every odd ‘myth’ out there and just waits for the day it comes in handy.
► social media handles ➔ lydia has made him dhale on everything, because he’s boring.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ very conventional. he now has a lock on every app in his phone, because fiona and lydia will happily break into his phone to change his contacts, if he’s not careful.
► favorite color ➔ black.
► favorite video game ➔ he doesn’t often play video games, but he will school these youngsters in a game of yahtzee!
► favorite song ➔ when doves cry by prince.
► favorite scent ➔ something baking in the oven.
► favorite band/artist ➔ prince. no, he is not talking about it.
► favorite place to be ➔ the hale house, when the entire pack is there. close second is the loft, when everyone is there. he’ll complain until he’s blue in the face, but everyone knows he’s secretly weak for that.
► favorite season ➔ winter.
► favorite word ➔ no.
► favorite meme ➔ blinking white guy.
► if they were an animal ➔ i... a wolf.
► if they were a color ➔ tree bark brown; steady and stern and stable.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *standing at the bathroom door, glaring* if it breaks. one more time. don’t ––– shut your mouth. if it breaks while i’m sleeping, i will grab you by the neck and shove you down the shower drain. *continues to glare* ......... i’m going to take my shower now. *slowly and threateningly closes the door*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ daylight.
► aesthetic ➔ shattered handcuffs, ashes spread across the floor, delayed inhales and painful exhales, a pool of flowers at your feet ––– begin again.
► motto ➔ “no.”
► theme song ➔ sinnerman by nina simone.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟖. › dominic joseph kim.
► hobbies ➔ yoga, meditation, brewery, skin and haircare routines, and swimming! a king stays busy.
► social media handles ➔ he’s domkimi on snapchat, instagram and twitter, but he’s baddiebbarbietingz on reddit. he has a tumblr account, but he refuses to tell the pack what his username is.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative. feel free to look through his phone, but good fucking luck figuring out who is who.
► favorite color ➔ gold.
► favorite video game ➔ sims 4. he gets the chance to actually build a sustainable life? with a family? in a house? with cheat codes? and love? and aliens? and lovers who become plants? sign him the fuck up.
► favorite song ➔ would you mind by prettymuch. good form by nicki minaj is a close runner-up. ‘cause he do, in fact, be the baddie b barbie tingz banging body b, everybody be on his d, cause he gotta be in reality––
► favorite scent ➔ pizza! if it’s not good for you, why does it smell so good? make it make sense.
► favorite band/artist ➔ prettymuch.
► favorite place to be ➔ tate’s lab! it’s where he and owen do most of their brewing, aside from their field trips to the greenhouse to get more ingredients. it’s basically where dominic does his best and calmest work. close second is his own apartment, because he does yoga in the living room each morning.
► favorite season ➔ summer.
► favorite word ➔ cecelia.
► favorite meme ➔ who said that.gif.
► if they were an animal ➔ a turtle! specifically, one of the turtles from finding nemo.
► if they were a color ➔ blue. calm and collected.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ so i said i’m a switch on tiktok, right ? and now all these ladies are comin’ out of the woodwork like, “hey, i got a strap-on and a dog collar with your name on it ! ” 😳😳 and i’m like... you put my name on it ? 😍👉👈 /// alternatively: theee necklace my boyfriend bought me just came in the mail *zoom in on necklace* ....I’M my boyfriend ! i bought this for myself ! EEE *excited grin*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ style.
► aesthetic ➔ the push and pull of a tidal wave, a dash of eyeliner here and a bit of mascara there, collared shirts and wrinkled jeans, overrated pop over a bluetooth speaker, a fascination with milkshakes and musicals, a heart that beats out of rhythm but never misses a step.
► motto ➔ “the birds work for the bourgeoisie.”
► theme song ➔ good thing by zedd and kehlani.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟗. › elliot james aldridge.
► hobbies ➔ aside from his bathtub poetry and crime, he has revived his love of cooking and music. is masterful at the piano, guitar and harp, dabbles in cello and flute. he likes his music pretty, okay, sue him.
► social media handles ➔ redacted by the fcc.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ depends on how much he likes you! if you’re kosher, you get a creative name. if not... you get your own name.
► favorite color ➔ blood red. unironically.
► favorite video game ➔ he’s a poker man, but if he has to choose a video game, meet him in super smash brothers.
► favorite song ➔ say so by doja cat.
► favorite scent ➔ blood.
► favorite band/artist ➔ hozier.
► favorite place to be ➔ no offense, but the french quarter in new orleans.
► favorite season ➔ summer.
► favorite word ➔ self-care.
► favorite meme ➔ why would you say something so controversial, yet so brave?
► if they were an animal ➔ hyena. one of the asshole ones from lion king.
► if they were a color ➔ red. he’s not hiding that.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’mnotfallingi’mnotfallingi’mnotfalling, i’m not f a l l i n g, i’m not FALLING, i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’m not fALLING....... !! *deep breath* oKAY, i’m falling. /// alternative: the oNLY reason i have not destroyed the world is because i have not had ice cream in a while, i want some ice cream. but tRUST ME, when i get some ice cream ? your ass is grass and i’m the lawn mower !
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ ready for it?
► aesthetic ➔ a hoop of sterling silver, initials carved into dying trees, tempting eyes and a charming smile, cufflinks left on the nightstand, a prison cell and a funny story, top three buttons left undone, far too aware for his own damn good.
► motto ➔ "excuse me, i'm new in town and it gets worse."
► theme song ➔ sunlight by hozier.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟎. › erica juliet reyes.
► hobbies ➔ tracking deucalion and peter, for one thing, but that’s more of a job than anything else. does raving count as a hobby? she’s officially taken up rock climbing, by the way. a huge slap in the face to her epilepsy.
► social media handles ➔ she changes her handles frequently, because she’s indecisive, she can’t decide–– but she’s currently reyofsunshine on everything. shoutout to fiona.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative and often explicit!
► favorite color ➔ sand brown, don’t @ her.
► favorite video game ➔ until dawn. understand the palm of my hand, bitch.... jesus hot sauce christmas cake.... what were you tweeting, hashtag there’s a freaking ghost after us? your fave could never!
► favorite song ➔ hot girl bummer by blackbear.
► favorite scent ➔ lucy or fee’s baking. she’ll come home just for that.
► favorite band/artist ➔ blackbear.
► favorite place to be ➔ at a party. she’s very into raves.
► favorite season ➔ summer.
► favorite word ➔ motherfucker.
► favorite meme ➔ respect the drip, karen.
► if they were an animal ➔ a horse. enticingly beautiful but will also kill you.
► if they were a color ➔ gold. not as pure as cora’s gold, but twice as inviting.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ all i’m gonna say is that i didn’t take ap classes in high school, escape the friend zone, graduate with honors, get cheated on, go to college, mentally deteriorate, become addicted to nicotine, sign a year lease, drop a sorority, fail chemistry and dye my hair purple, just to cry over the frat boy leaving me on read that smokes weed for breakfast, lunch and dinner 💁🏼
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ false god.
► aesthetic ➔ push-up bras covered in black lace, smeared lipstick against the bathroom mirror, jeans that leave nothing to the imagination, a wolf that lies in wait and fears no god, the epitome of poison.
► motto ➔ “meanwhile, back at the ranch...”
► theme song ➔ needed me by rihanna.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟏. › fiona evelyn porter.
► hobbies ➔ baking, pinterest, cheer, volleyball and softball. truly depends on the season.
► social media handles ➔ feezypeezyporter stays true to her brand.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative! her contact ids are indecipherable, the only people who can understand them are katie and cass. dom gave up.
► favorite color ➔ light green and light pink!
► favorite video game ➔ beat saber!
► favorite song ➔ love again by carly rae jepsen.
► favorite scent ➔ is.... is it gay to say cass?
► favorite band/artist ➔ carly rae jepsen.
► favorite place to be ➔ the loft! it really is her happiest place. alternatively, wherever cass is, ‘cause that’s home, babey!
► favorite season ➔ spring! baby sticks to her brand.
► favorite word ➔ braggadocio. how on EARTH is that a real word?
► favorite meme ➔ let me see what you have. a kNIFE! NO!
► if they were an animal ➔ cardinal.
► if they were a color ➔ green. the color of grass, covering everything, everything, everything.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *crying and sipping tea* it... is ver .... very b... bold of you to assume ............. ! *pained smile* /// alternatively: ONE OF YOU FAT BITCHES UNFOLLOWED ME !!! *manic laughter* i’m not mad, but like...... *climbs onto bathroom sink and leans in very close* what was the last straw ?
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ me!
► aesthetic ➔ bare lips passing over green leaves, a lullaby to a struggling orchid, spanks and sweat drops and a desperate need for approval, a digital scale blinking red numbers back at you, pills of white and blue and yellow, maybe tomorrow you’ll be happy again.
► motto ➔ “team work makes the dream work!”
► theme song ➔ work this out from the high school musical 2 soundtrack.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟐. › hayden louisa romero.
► hobbies ➔ she has a love of sports. got into lacrosse before her imprisonment, though she was a little too fragile to play a real game. was a soccer star as a kid. also puts on glamour shows for the kids and the dogs, if they ask.
► social media handles ➔ she doesn’t have social media. imprisonment tingz.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. at best, you get an emoji or two at the end of your name.
► favorite color ➔ ocean blue.
► favorite video game ➔ will forever be weak for pokémon.
► favorite song ➔ 1985 by bowling for soup. timeless.
► favorite scent ➔ french vanilla.
► favorite band/artist ➔ she’s getting into melanie martinez.
► favorite place to be ➔ bias goes to being with the ito pack, but the preserve is pretty much paradise.
► favorite season ➔ winter.
► favorite word ➔ covenant.
► favorite meme ➔ and i oop–––
► if they were an animal ➔ manta ray. harmless babey.
► if they were a color ➔ prism clear. a maze of reflections, but so fucking breakable.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ you mess with ME ? w ..... ! y...... ! *vague hand movements* you probably aren’t gonna experience any problems, because i’m afraid of confrontation !! /// alternative: *struggling to place lamp inside of another lamp* i JUST TOOK A TEN HOUR NAP ??? *panic*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ it’s nice to have a friend.
► aesthetic ➔ scars lifted among tanned skin, wary glances to read every room, crop tops floating above your belly, a lack of cares for a world that cares a little too much, marked skin and glossed lips, wanna make a deal with an angel?
► motto ➔ “my priority is me.”
► theme song ➔ i know by pink sweat$.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟑. › judith wendy mayer-argent.
► hobbies ➔ biking! she does it primarily for work, but she also does it for fun. also, huge gamer. and protestor. baby keeps busy.
► social media handles ➔ mayerjude. she can make so many jokes out of her own last name, don’t tempt her.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative! unless it’s someone important or authoritative. then they get their own name.
► favorite color ➔ sunshine yellow.
► favorite video game ➔ fornite.
► favorite song ➔ sunday candy by donnie trumpet and the social experiment.
► favorite scent ➔ cupcakes! the frosting! the delicacy!
► favorite band/artist ➔ maroon 5.
► favorite place to be ➔ in the middle of a protest, rally or march. if she’s not in action, then what is she doing?
► favorite season ➔ spring.
► favorite word ➔ audit.
► favorite meme ➔ surprised pikachu.
► if they were an animal ➔ dolphin.
► if they were a color ➔ sunset orange. no, i will not elaborate.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *walking down the street* so we were peer reviewing papers in one of my classes aaaand this girl goes, “you use some FANCY LANGUAGE ! ” and i was like, “what word ? ” and she was like, “perpetuate.” .........on GOD, we gon’ get you a dictionary.
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ don’t blame me.
► aesthetic ➔ sunflowers pushing up from freshly dug graves, a smile away to keep the doctors away, sprained wrists wrapped in inappropriate laughter, bruised knuckles and black eyes, drink in hand, swinging your hips to that voicemail left by your toxic ex-boyfriend.
► motto ➔ “just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...”
► theme song ➔ modern love by david bowie.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟒. › kali kaira laghari.
► hobbies ➔ knitting. she has abandoned all of her self-care and therapy ideals, now knits and talks to ghosts. mind ya business.
► social media handles ➔ she’s not on social media, either.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. she has no times for games.
► favorite color ➔ red. she’s a scorpio, what do you expect?
► favorite video game ➔ not to be controversial, but she’ll take mortal kombat any day.
► favorite song ➔ nintendo game by alessia cara.
► favorite scent ➔ tea!
► favorite band/artist ➔ alessia cara.
► favorite place to be ➔ aside from wherever rohan is, she prefers the bookstore. confrontations aside, it’s a very small space, quiet and relaxing.
► favorite season ➔ winter.
► favorite word ➔ goddess. and yes, for exactly the reason you think.
► favorite meme ➔ as a treat.
► if they were an animal ➔ scorpion.
► if they were a color ➔ smoky grey. everything’s a little hazy with this one.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *staring at the food on the table, slowly losing her mind while everyone else argues over murder* *holds head in hands* *bangs hands on table repeatedly, screaming* WHAT ARE WE THANKFUL FOR !!!
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ i did something bad.
► aesthetic ➔ cross-legged sitting in the middle of the road, waiting for a new thrill, fingertips grazing the harsh blade beneath your skirt, popcorn and wine with a man you could’ve loved if you were both a little less fucked up, a question that should never be answered, a world-view that should never be defiled –––– and you did it all.
► motto ➔ “i don’t need permission or advice; just help.”
► theme song ➔ simmer by hayley williams. you should see me in a crown by billie eilish.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟓. › kira fuyuko yukimura.
► hobbies ➔ she trains to keep herself calm. often talks with her fox nowadays; she wants to build trust. and given that kira is doing fuck all to deal with her issues, she needs someone to talk to her. she and her fox get along a lot better these days. she also runs, practices lacrosse maneuvers on her own and plays with lightbulbs.
► social media handles ➔ she’s a simple woman: kyuki. cut the fluff, cut the extraness. also, kyuki is what she’s named her fox.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, save for people who warrant a creative one. aka those whose names she doesn’t know. you would be surprised at how many there are.
► favorite color ➔ purple.
► favorite video game ➔ also a fan of animal crossing!
► favorite song ➔ ahead of myself by the ambassadors.
► favorite scent ➔ cinnamon.
► favorite band/artist ➔ the ambassadors.
► favorite place to be ➔ it’s dorky to say, but she likes being with her parents! they’re still in new york, so she doesn’t get that chance as much. however, her second favorite place to be is.... her bed.
► favorite season ➔ autumn.
► favorite word ➔ poppy.
► favorite meme ➔ guess i’ll die.png
► if they were an animal ➔ truly a fox.
► if they were a color ➔ steel blue. baby is electric.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ i might be a BIG, DUMB, GAY BITCH ................ !! *smirks at camera*
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ cruel summer.
► aesthetic ➔ a thunderstorm in your bedroom, leather gloves pulled over dainty hands, quick footwork and sly gazes, untied shoe laces dragging across the floor, leggings beneath skirts, quiet meditation before bed, sharp teeth poking into bruised lips.
► motto ➔ “yeah, this isn’t weird at all.”
► theme song ➔ fall in line by christina aguilera and demi lovato.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟔. › liam stephen dunbar.
► hobbies ➔ lacrosse no longer counts as a hobby, considering he made it his entire life. does training with allison count as a hobby? does texting gwen bad jokes count? ‘cause that’s all he does, my guy.
► social media handles ➔ he’s dvnbcr on everything.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, until fiona gets her hands on his phone and changes his ids again.
► favorite color ➔ red.
► favorite video game ➔ he’s that guy who plays all of the 2k nba games. like, he has to stan.
► favorite song ➔ i don’t care by fall out boy.
► favorite scent ➔ turf. he’s a loser, what do you expect?
► favorite band/artist ➔ fall out boy and kendrick lamar are tied.
► favorite place to be ➔ the lacrosse field. he does not stray from his brand.
► favorite season ➔ autumn. lax season!
► favorite word ➔ shit. fuck is a close runner-up.
► favorite meme ➔ i’ve won.... but at what cost?
► if they were an animal ➔ rhinoceros.
► if they were a color ➔ gray; that perfect intersection between white and black, good and bad, wolf and bomb.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *talking to his mom while she’s watching tv.* hey, mom? will you pause that? you know that guy i’m talking to is 6′4″? can’t wait to get my shit wrecked. so you are a bottom. ...wait. okay, i.... that’s not what you’re supposed to say! what am i supposed to say? don’t –– not that! *goes to sit next to her* i’m 👏 not 👏 a 👏 bottom 👏. bullshit. *confused look of betrayal* is this legal? have you ever done anything for anybody else? no, you’re a taker. /// alternatively: *trying to start a fire* hope so ! you gonna let the fire breathe or you gonna fuckin’ suffocate it ? i will end your goddamn short ass piece of shit useless life.
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ this is why we can’t have nice things.
► aesthetic ➔ a rage that you can never quite tame, hand broken from too many punches, the green of fresh cut grass, car mileage piling up, miles and miles and miles left to go, bashful smiles and reddened skin. kid, you’re not nearly as bad as you think you are.
► motto ➔ “i blame scott.”
► theme song ➔ dr. whoever by aminé.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟕. › lydia charlene martin.
► hobbies ➔ sewing clothes, throwing parties, picking up new languages, ruling the world, saving this pack from falling apart, doing everything in this goddamn house!
► social media handles ➔ queenlydia, but who’s surprised?
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ convention meets creativity in lydia’s phone. everyone has their first name, with a lord/lady/duke/duchess/etc. attached to it. jackson is the only one with king, obviously. you know you’re in trouble when she attaches peasant to your name. good luck climbing your way back up the ladder.
► favorite color ➔ pink.
► favorite video game ➔ not to be controversial, but dead by daylight is that bitch.
► favorite song ➔ honey by kesha.
► favorite scent ➔ strawberries.
► favorite band/artist ➔ kesha.
► favorite place to be ➔ in jackson’s arms, she is not taking that back.
► favorite season ➔ winter.
► favorite word ➔ throne and jackson are tied.
► favorite meme ➔ why are you booing me? i’m right!
► if they were an animal ➔ swan.
► if they were a color ➔ purple. royalty is not a game, kids.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ not a vine or tiktok, but yes, it’s me 💅🏽 & you guys are mad about it ohmygod i make y’all feel that 🤢 well, i just wanted to pop up here & show y'all how i'm doing ! i'm doing great. i'm looking great, i'm feeling great, y'know 💇🏽 i'm obviously over here very booked & busy, while you bitches over here are still looking raggedy & not doing shit ! hahaha ! WOW ! 💁🏽 but anyway, um, i just wanted to let y'all know i'm not going anywhere. so talk your shit, you shitholes ! you can't defeat a bad bitch ! you just cannot do that ! i rise above that ! EW 🤮 so i just wanted to say hey ! & that i'm here to stayyy ! & you gon' be mad everydayyy ! HAHAHA ! SUCCESS !
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ paper rings.
► aesthetic ➔ a crown that fits just perfect, newly manicured nails, breakfasts at tiffany’s and on decorated balconies, the picture on the altar, damp curls and loose braids, tight dresses and sinful heels, brave but never fearless.
► motto ➔ “i’m lydia fucking martin.”
► theme song ➔ okay, okay by alessia cara.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟖. › scott lucas mccall.
► hobbies ➔ video games! he also likes helping the pack renovate whenever they decide to. though he has put fiona on a limit. after she redesigned her room five times in two weeks, he finally had to put his foot down.
► social media handles ➔ he is the most disorganized of the bunch. he’s scootermccall on snapchat, scottymccall on instagram, scotthewmccall on twitter because he’s weak for whatever fiona asks. it’s a mess, but he’s not changing.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, but with lots of emojis to show he cares.
► favorite color ➔ red.
► favorite video game ➔ he wants to say mario kart, because that’s his and lucy’s thing and, um, he’s in love with her. but other than that! life is strange. he hasn’t figured out how to win yet, but gosh dammit, that’s not going to stop him from trying.
► favorite song ➔ dna by lia marie johnson.
► favorite scent ➔ lucy’s perfume!
► favorite band/artist ➔ panic! at the disco.
► favorite place to be ➔ at the vet! he’s so happy when he’s around animals and it feels good to know that he’s helping these animals get better?
► favorite season ➔ summer.
► favorite word ➔ lucy.
► favorite meme ➔ i’ll be honest, i can’t read.
► if they were an animal ➔ golden retriever.
► if they were a color ➔ yellow. speaks for itself.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ i had an essay that was due at 11:59. instead of being a smart, responsible student, i decided to wait until 11:40 .... to START my essay. i finished the essay on time. but the gag is............. it was a five-page essay. and i got it done in sixteen minutes. *dancing* they gon’ hate me regardless, that’s why i do what i do
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ state of grace.
► aesthetic ➔ a lighthouse drawing in the lost, the open door of a sunken ship, wrongly buttoned plaid shirts, clumsy fingers and stumbling feet, saddened eyes that follow healing hands, the suspension of disbelief ––– whatever that means.
► motto ➔ “everything will work out!”
► theme song ➔ only the young by taylor swift.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟗. › tatum coretta bellfleur.
► hobbies ➔ nanotech mechanics! she learned as a way to make things for owen and amari that they couldn’t afford to buy. won a few competitions, got a few scholarships, got into programs that taught her how to do greater things than she’d ever imagined. took up baton twirling at devenford, but gave it up when she got to college. fiona is trying to convince her take it up again next year.
► social media handles ➔ she’s tatertot on everything, courtesy of one judith mayer.
► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. keep it simple, thanks.
► favorite color ➔ silver! it’s so pretty.
► favorite video game ➔ death stranding. no, she will not elaborate.
► favorite song ➔ mo money mo problems by notorious b.i.g.
► favorite scent ➔ flowers!
► favorite band/artist ➔ tupac. yes, she is that bitch.
► favorite place to be ➔ her lab.
► favorite season ➔ winter.
► favorite word ➔ free.
► favorite meme ➔ you know i had to do it to ‘em.
► if they were an animal ➔ doe.
► if they were a color ➔ white. no matter how much she hates being protected, she’s the picture of purity.
► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *sitting in front of a mirror.* maybe.......... i’m the problem 🤨
► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ out of the woods.
► aesthetic ➔ a blanket of snow covering the grime and pain of yesterday, contained explosions and soft humming, tight ponytails breaking cheap rubber bands, tongue poking out the side of your mouth, the sun peeking through the slits of your blinds, wondering where you’ve been these last couple’a days.
► motto ➔ “i’ve lived through this before, i’ll live through it again.”
► theme song ➔ 100 years by florence and the machine.
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A Memory Of The Smell of Smoke, Ch 4.
Fandom: The Society.
Summary: Everyone liked to pretend that Campbell had been born bad. That their fear and hatred were logical, rational, justified, because Campbell was a monster incapable of making the choice between good and evil. Because he couldn’t feel the way they did. Well, fuck that. He was gonna prove them wrong. At least, that had been the plan.
Rating: Mature.
Tags: Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Emotional Baggage, Mental Health Issues, Child Abuse, Substance Abuse, Animal Death, Complicated Relationships, Pre-Slash, Denial of Feelings, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Implied Rape, Campbell has mild ASPD and is self aware enough to try and be better, the non-con is NOT Campbell, didn’t add an official warning because it is the aftermath only, yes it is the party becca mentioned and there will be a warning in the notes of that chapter, Campbell/Harry, Campbell/Elle.
Word Count: 4673 (chapter 4/5).
Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 5 || AO3
Disclaimer: This chapter involves what happened to Becca, and discusses the aftermath of sexual assault. (The perpetrator is unknown.) It is implied, not shown, but still may be upsetting. Reader discretion is advised.
Senior year didn't seem to be too wild, at first.
Knowing made things better, but they also made things worse in some ways. Campbell did agree with Cassandra that they didn't have to be evil, irredeemable people. Unfortunately, there were few resources out there that had any sort of positive, hopeful outlook. Campbell knew that, be he still tried to find some anyways. The ones he did manage to find were often anonymous men talking about how awesome they were and laughing about torturing animals, abusing their family, and sharing prison stories. Some forums were a bit less intense, but Campbell never bothered engaging. He was like a jalapeno among a bunch of ghost peppers. They weren't going to improve his situation any.
"It's like any other condition," Cassandra said while Campbell helped her bake cookies for some sort of asinine fundraiser. "There's a spectrum of severity. Some people are on the end where it's not really noticeable."
Campbell stirred a giant bowl of batter, taking out his frustration on the chocolate chip mix. "I know people can't help being what they are, exactly, but I don't know where I fall on that spectrum and it's kind of..."
"Scary?"
"Maybe. They say people like us can't get scared. Do you believe that?"
Cassandra popped a batch in the oven and flopped onto the kitchen stool. She tilted her head, thinking. "Mm. I don't know. I suppose that for me, it's more that I get concerned, but I think that's what it's supposed to be. Fear. But it's fainter, you know? It doesn't last long. Just enough to make me think."
"That's why you're so good at debate, I guess."
"Probably. What about you?"
"Dunno. I guess social anxiety is common in guys with it. I don't know if that's the same as fear, though. I just hate getting in front of a group of people I know hate me, and try to pretend they don't, you know? I don't worry about much else."
"Handy."
"Sometimes."
Cassandra swung her feet. She leaned on the counter and rested her hand on her chin, peering at him. "What about love?"
"What about it?"
"Have you been in love?"
Campbell stopped stirring for a moment. "I don't know. It's kind of a weird thing. I guess I do feel attracted to people, sometimes."
"Like Harry?"
"How do you figure?"
"I have eyes, and I know you."
"Whatever." He started scooping balls of dough onto a cookie sheet. Cassandra made a gesture for him to continue. "Yeah. Harry, but he's got Kelly now. And there's this girl in school I kinda like. Elle. Never seems to really hang out with anyone, kinda has a snooty vibe, but she's pretty."
Cassandra nodded. "She is. But attraction isn't love, really."
"It's not. I don't know, I guess it's... I think I love Sam. I mean, you love Allie, right?"
"I do." She shrugged. "She's fun. Smart. I wouldn't give up my dream of going to Yale to go to her college or anything, but we take care of each other. I want her to be safe and happy. I try not to hurt her on purpose, even if I do by accident, sometimes. I think that's love, or something like it. I loved our cat. I love my parents."
"Then sure. I've felt love. Too bad the last time I tried to get close to someone, it all got fucked up. Doesn't bode so well for the future, does it?"
The timer dinged, and Cassandra pulled a tray of cookies out. The kitchen filled up with the scent of butter and chocolate. She set the tray down and popped another in. "I think... I think that a lot of people, in general, judge a group of people by the worst among them. And I think some symptoms are just scary, and people don't get enough help or don't care enough to mind themselves, and it all just snowballs."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. It's not like professionals have studied every single person on the planet. They're going off reported cases and prison records. Maybe the people you're reading about are just the worst of us. In any case, it doesn't mean you have to be like them."
"You're not."
"No. Not quite." Cassandra tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm lucky. I'm a privileged white girl, so they just assume I'm a frigid, entitled bitch. Or an angry feminist. If I'm careful, and I try to be good, that's all I'll ever be to them. Annoying and self righteous and stuck up."
"Doesn't mean I've got a chance."
"Of course you do. Evil is a choice, Campbell. So we have low empathy. People don't need empathy to understand other people, or to be compassionate towards them. We can still understand and choose to do what is right. At the end of the day, all it comes down to are what choices we make. We can decide the type of person we're going to be."
It was a nice thought, if nothing else.
He didn't really want to change everything about himself. He kind of liked some of it, and since things went tits up with Sam, Campbell had come to appreciate and embrace even some of the messier, darker parts, too. But it was true enough. He could choose to not burn his house down, he could choose not to steal, he could choose not to kick dogs or pick on people more vulnerable than himself. Now that he had some idea of what was going on and had Cassandra there to help him, maybe it was worth it to try and follow her example a little. He didn't care about trying to be someone he wasn't, and his peers weren't going to forget his history at all, so there was no point there. But keeping out of legal trouble, and keeping himself from turning into some kind of animal that beat up his loved ones? That was something he was keen on avoiding. If he knew what his risk factors were for the future, maybe he could just be his natural asshole self without leaving too much destruction in his wake.
In a world of small blessings, he had other people's drama to keep himself entertained, without having to cause any of his own. Harry and Cassandra ran for student body president, and it was a vicious campaign on both sides. Naturally, Cassandra won. Harry was charming enough, but he didn't have the cutthroat attitude needed to secure a victory. Harry still had a party after, though considering the turnout was crap despite the fact that his parents were out of town, it could hardly be called a party.
"Nobody wants to be here," Harry groaned into his pillow after the last of the meager guests had left. "I've lost it, Cam. I had it and I lost it."
Campbell chewed on a slice of cold cheese pizza. "Pretty sure you never had it, buddy. I think it was the alcohol and pot, there."
Harry let out a strangled whine. He tried to hit Campbell with the pillow, but Campbell caught it with his free hand and tugged it from Harry's grasp with ease. "Fuck." Harry sat up and rubbed his face. "What am I supposed to do? I'm a loser. Everyone hates me."
"I don't hate you. Kelly doesn't hate you."
"I'm still a loser."
"Don't be boring." Campbell sighed. "Look, you've got parents who love you, a gorgeous girlfriend, an expensive car, and you're not a leper or anything. You've got it pretty good. Why worry about popularity? It's all a bunch of bullshit, anyways."
"Because you've never felt what it's like to have tons of friends and see it all slip away because you're not drugging them up anymore. It's humiliating."
"Nah, you're right. I definitely don't know what it's like to lose people I thought loved me."
Harry winced at the sharpness in Campbell's tone. "Shit, man. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just... You've always seemed so above it all. I'm not like that."
"You used to be. What changed?"
"It's not worth talking about."
Campbell gently whacked Harry with the pillow. "Tell me. C'mon, I never ask otherwise, and you never share. Is it a girl problem?"
"My dad's dying."
The words tumbled out of Harry's mouth in a rush. Campbell wanted to say something, but Harry began to cry. Fuck. Reaching out, Campbell lightly rested his hand on Harry's knee. Was that an acceptable level of comfort? He didn't know, but apparently it was, because Harry leaned over and burrowed against Campbell's side.
"I just wanted to do something important, so he could be proud of me," Harry sobbed into Campbell's shoulder. "He's not gonna be around to see me get to college, and I can't even manage this one fucking little thing."
"Hey. A lot of colleges have early decision programs. I heard Cassandra talking about it, with Yale. If you want, I can help you look into it."
Harry blinked up at him, and goddamn those doe eyes did it every time. "Really? You'd help me?"
"Sure. You want to go to Harvard, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, if I can pull it off."
"You can pull it off. Trust me."
Campbell managed to steer the conversation towards college, and what they planned to do after graduation. It was an easier subject for Campbell, and Harry seemed to welcome the distraction. Harvard did in fact have such a program, and he helped Harry gather together everything he needed. Maybe Harry couldn't be president of the school, but it would be more impressive to show his dad an admissions letter from one of the top three universities in the country.
"What are you gonna do?" Harry asked. "I know you hate this town."
"I don't know. I figured I'd run away to LA or something."
"Seriously?"
"I saved most of the money I got off of dealing. My parents never found it, so why not? Just buy a one way ticket and figure things out when I get there."
Harry gave him a rueful smile. "If anyone here could make it there, it'd be you."
But they both knew it was just a silly dream. Of course Harry got into Harvard; he'd gotten his letter late December, and Campbell knew he couldn't move across country from his best friend. Campbell applied to colleges in January, like most other students. He'd know his fate in six to eight weeks. In the meantime, he balanced his attention between Harry and Elle, the girl that had caught his attention before.
Elle Tomkins was one of those rare people who wasn't born and raised in West Ham, transplanted there in the 7th grade when her parents moved from New York. Too young to get that "new interesting freshman" mystique, but too old for the other kids to forget she hadn't always been there. Campbell had never seen her with anyone. And she was quirky, from what he knew. She didn't seem interested in hanging out with the other students much, and she rarely smiled. He heard from Harry, who heard from Kelly, that Elle was a dancer. It explained some things, like her almost fragile appearance, and the fact that he'd never seen her eat anything. Of course, not all dancers were tiny or thin or never ate, but she fit the stereotype.
He hadn't really considered dating before, but now that he had some grasp on what was happening in his head... Well, everyone else was pairing off, or flirting with some out-of-town hottie. Hell, even Cassandra had some guy she'd gone out and had coffee with when she went to scope out Yale. There were only five months of high school left, and he'd spent his entire school life just trying to survive and not get himself in trouble. Maybe it was possible he could find someone, too. And maybe, if he was right about her, Elle was a possibility. Even if it resulted in another friend, well, maybe having another friend was something that could benefit them both.
But then Harry's father died, one cold morning.
"All the money in the world," Harry seethed after the funeral, "and it still can't save you from stage four prostate cancer."
Campbell passed him a bit of weed that he'd gotten from one of his suppliers. "Shit luck. Most people survive prostate cancer."
"Yeah, well the dickbag never could be convenient."
He couldn't blame Harry for being pissed. Harry's mother was a wreck, diving into alcohol and pills herself in one of the most hypocritical displays Campbell had ever seen. She was on the verge of losing her job, the house was going to shit despite the fact that Harry tried to clean when he didn't have school. The only reason Campbell knew was because he started coming over to help Harry once a week. Which was, incidentally, how he found the cocaine.
Campbell held up the little bag of white powder as he cleaned underneath the bathroom sink. "Uh, Harry? What's this?"
"It's mine." Harry reached for it, but Campbell pulled back. "Fuck, Cam. Give it to me."
"You're snorting cocaine now? Harry, you're going to Harvard soon. You can't afford to get hooked on this shit."
"That's rich, coming from you."
"Yeah, I get it. But I also got my ass back in line, for the most part, and I'm not going to Harvard fucking Law School. Weed is one thing, alcohol is one thing. But this will fuck you up fast, man."
"Just give it back, okay? I just need a little bit right now."
Campbell stepped away again, as Harry tried to snag the drugs from Campbell's hand. Before he could blink, Harry had tackled him to the ground and was fighting for the bag. Campbell get punched across the jaw, but he barely felt it. He managed to flip Harry onto his back, pinning him down and holding him there while he struggled.
"Looks like you finally got me where you wanted me," Harry spat. "Asshole."
Campbell shrugged. "I actually prefer being on bottom."
"What, you actually turned fucking gay or something?"
"Bi, I think. Maybe. I haven't figured it out yet. Would explain a few things, though."
Harry stared up at him. At least he'd finally stopped wiggling. "Seriously?" When Campbell raised an eyebrow, Harry let his head thump back against the floor. "Huh. And I always thought you were joking."
"Were you?"
"I'm not gonna get my coke back, am I."
An evasion, but Campbell let it slide. "Nope. Not a chance in hell."
"I could get more."
"Sure, but then I'm not helping you clean up your mother's grief-riddled trauma hoard. Then you'll end up just like Lexie, trapped in your room by a wall of Cosmopolitan magazines and yogurt containers full of cat poop."
Harry let out a huff. "Whatever, fine. Get rid of it."
Campbell pocketed the cocaine and took it with him when he left. Of course he would get rid of it, in his own way. If he found the right buyer, he could get an easy $300 off it. He didn't sell much anymore, but it was an opportunity, and he wasn't going to pass that up. Especially since, after eight weeks of waiting, all his application letters had been rejected. No fancy school for him after graduation. Maybe he'd start a band and movie to New York City instead, or go flip burgers for some funky food truck in Boston, or buy a car with a rattling muffler and go on a cross country road trip with Harry when he was on break. Whatever. There was more to life than getting in debt for a slip of paper during a shitty economy with few job prospects.
In the meantime, he could still have a little fun. $300 was enough to get an ear piercing, and have plenty left over. The left ear, just because it was easier to get the damn thing in there; it wasn't any kind of statement. It was an impulsive purchase, but it made him feel good, and he needed the pick-me-up after all the college crap. Plus, it made his parents and other adults give him disapproving looks. Always a bonus.
Cassandra offered to help him apply to other schools. "You could still get into a decent one," she said as she made a poster for the pro-immigration rally coming up in March. "There are plenty of colleges near Yale that would take you. Or maybe you'd wanna go to Massachusetts with Harry?"
"And watch him drape all over his girlfriend every weekend? Gag me. No, I think I'm gonna run away to India and learn how to grow tea or something."
"Whatever suits your fancy. Are you coming to the rally with us? Gordie and some other friends are going."
Campbell sprawled across the sofa, peering at her upside down. Any reason to go past the West Ham town lines sounded like a good time. "Yeah, sure. Just in case I need to punch some fucking neo nazis for you."
"Perfect."
As things so often went, there were some little hiccups when it came time for the rally. No one had told Campbell that Sam was coming with. They all got piled into Gordie's truck, with Gordie, Becca, and Cassandra in front, and Campbell stuffed into the back with everyone else. Thankfully, Campbell managed to grab a window seat by saying he'd throw up like a dog otherwise. Sam was next to him, with Allie on the other side of Sam and Will at the driver side window. Less thankfully, Campbell could see Allie shooting him glares and whispering something to Will; he couldn't hear what was said, and he didn't really care, but it was an annoyance all the same.
"Do you have water?" Sam signed to him. It was the first time they'd really spoken in a while, and of course, it had to be to mother-hen him. "It's going to be warm out."
Campbell bit down his irritation long enough to reply with a curt 'yes'. Sam didn't speak to him for the rest of the car ride.
It was a bit less claustrophobic once they got to the rally. It wasn't huge, and they managed to stake out a spot in the shade. It was still too crowded for Campbell's liking, so he stuck to the little headquarters they established, guarding the snacks and drinks while the rest of them went out and got their protesting on. Becca came back sooner than the others, a vague pink stain on her tshirt and a smug smile on her face.
"What did you do?" Campbell asked as she flopped down and popped open a soda. "I usually only have that face when I've tripped Clark down the stairs."
Becca laughed. "Milkshakes are even better when you yeet them at an alt-right douchebag, as it turns out."
"Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."
"I'm kinda surprised you came at all. This isn't usually your scene, is it?"
"No. I'm more of a stay at home and binge watch Riverdale sort, but Cassandra wanted me to come with, and it's a few hours away from Stepford Central."
"For sure." Becca eyed him. He knew that look, that wary and curious sort of squint where someone was trying to figure him out. "Are you going to Harry's party tomorrow night? I think he finally got desperate enough to invite me, and my mom's got an appointment with Two-Buck Chuck, so I thought I'd check it out."
Campbell let out a small snort. "Yeah, I guess. He met some older folks when he went up to Harvard in September, so he's inviting them and their liquor."
"Ooh, anyone cute?"
"Like, guys?"
"Anyone," Becca grinned.
"Probably. Harry likes pretty people."
That was how they ended up going to the party together. Campbell had never really taken an interest in any of Cassandra's friends before, but he knew Becca was Sam's best friend, and she seemed like the right mix of sarcastic and broken that Campbell found relatable. Becca had never been to a proper party before, so they stuck together at first; Harry was off schmoozing with his new college buddies, Kelly smiling politely on his arm, and that wasn't anything Campbell wanted to interrupt. Not until Becca vanished.
"Hey, have you seen Becca?" Campbell wondered. "She went to get a drink about ten, fifteen minutes ago and I haven't seen her since."
Harry glanced up from his pack of drinking buddies. "Nope, I haven't. Maybe you got ditched?"
It was possible, Campbell reasoned. After all, he and Becca weren't exactly friends, and they hadn't made some sort of blood pact to stay together the whole night. Still, Campbell didn't know any of these people and something in his stomach didn't sit right. He prowled around the house, looking for some sign of her, but Becca wasn't downstairs at all and Campbell felt his suspicion deepen as he headed upstairs. When he finally found her, she was in one of the spare bedrooms, sitting on the bed and staring into space.
"Becca?"
She looked over at him. Her eyes were glassy, vacant. "Campbell, where..." Her speech was lightly slurred. "Where'm I?"
Fuck. Campbell moved slowly, coming over to her and kneeling down next to her. Her hair was messy, her clothes askew. Fuck, shit. "Hey. You're at Harry's party. What do you remember?"
"I don't... I don't feel good."
He grabbed her a wastebin and held her hair back as she threw up. At some point, she started to shake, and Campbell ran through the options. First, he had to check to make sure she was breathing okay, check her forehead with the back of his hand to see if she was clammy, check her pulse. She was sweaty and her pulse seemed a little slow, but maybe he could just drive her to the hospital himself.
"Do you think you can walk?" he asked. "I need to get you to a doctor."
Becca shook her head and moaned. "No, no, no. I don't wanna."
"Becca, if someone attacked you..."
"He didn't. He didn't, I wanted to. I really wanted to, but then everything got fuzzy and I don't... I don't even remember what he looked like." She began to cry, hard. "I just wanna go home."
Campbell frowned. If she had been raped, she needed to see someone. Didn't they test for DNA and shit? But he wasn't going to further traumatize her by trying to force her into an emergency room to get prodded at. Not when she was still drugged. "Alright. Do you want me to take you home?"
She nodded, leaning against him as he curled an arm around her and helped her to the stairs. Harry gave them a quizzical look as they made their way to the door, but Campbell just shook his head and Harry backed off. It was a longer walk to Becca's home, but they made it without too many stumbles. Becca's mother was passed out in the living room, so Campbell just steered Becca towards the room she pointed at.
Propping her up with pillow, Campbell tucked Becca into bed, but wasn't sure what to do after. Someone needed to stay with her for a few hours, make sure she didn't throw up and choke on it. "Do you want me to call Sam?"
"Don't." Becca huddled under her blankets, looking pale and miserable. Her voice was still weak and muffled. "Can you... can you stay for a bit?"
"Yeah. Yeah, sure."
Campbell sat on the floor next to Becca's bed, watching videos on his phone with the sound muted. Becca drifted in and out of sleep, and every so often she'd cry again, but she didn't throw up and she managed to keep down the glass of water Campbell brought her. Four hours later, and Becca seemed to be pulling out of it; her heart rate was better when Campbell rechecked, and her speech was clearer.
"Must not have been a big dose," Campbell muttered. Sick fucking assholes. "I think you're going to be alright from here, if you want me to go."
"I feel better. Thank you for helping me."
It would have been easy to just nod and walk out, but he knew she'd just been hurt. Badly. She was probably in shock. Even if she still didn't want to go to the hospital, he had to try a little before he just left here there. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Becca chewed her lip. For a moment, Campbell thought she'd reconsider, but she shook her head and forced a watery smile. "I just want to get some sleep." The smile faltered as her eyes filled with tears again. "I don't even know what happened."
"I'm pretty sure you got slipped GHB. That's not your fault, Becca."
She just stared down at her hands. "Can you not tell anyone about this? For now? Maybe... I need to think."
"Of course."
"Thank you."
Campbell picked up Becca's phone, adding his number into the contact list. "When you wake up tomorrow, if you need anything or want me to take you somewhere, or get you something, text me. Okay?"
"Okay."
And that was that. Campbell headed home, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do next. He couldn't tell Sam, and he couldn't tell Harry. Not yet, not without Becca's permission. Was it someone they knew? One of those leering frat boys Harry invited in? What if they gave Becca HIV or something? There was nothing he could do, not without betraying whatever thin amount of trust or friendship there was between them. All he could do was go home and wait.
What the hell was wrong with their town? Sam, getting a weird infection that took his hearing. Cassandra, with her heart problem and them both having strange brain wiring, cancer that just suddenly appeared and killed a man, hoarding and drugs and alcohol and, and, and... It seemed like it was just a never ending bunch of bullshit. What, was the town built on some kind of goddamn burial ground or something? He used to find people's petty dramas amusing, but looking back, things had always been just one rotten thing after another.
Campbell stood outside his home, gazing towards the door. It was past one in the morning, and he could see the light on in the living room. Maybe he could just... not come home at all. Shaking his head, he walked up the steps and opened the door. His parents were there, waiting. He didn't even try to speak first, or explain.
"Where have you been?" his mother snapped. "It's almost two!"
"Sorry. A friend of mine got sick and I had to make sure they were okay."
His father crossed his arms. "You're supposed to called. Who was this friend? Where are their parents?"
"Are you gonna ground me, or what? Because it's been a really bad night and I kinda wanna just go to bed."
"Apologize properly, and we'll think about it."
Campbell closed his eyes a moment, taking a slow breath. "I'm sorry that I didn't call. It won't happen again." You fucking creeps. "May I go upstairs now?"
"Fine. Go."
No need to be told twice. Campbell headed to his room and took a long shower, rinsing the smell of booze and smoke off him; if his parents had noticed, they had chosen not to bring it up. Yet. A small miracle, maybe. By the time he crawled into bed, he could barely keep his eyes open. He'd figure out what to do in the morning. It was April. Three months until graduation. After that, the town poison wouldn't be his worry anymore.
With luck, until then, things wouldn't get worse.
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Taking Time Epilogue
Master List | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Request:
Could you do a Thor request where the reader is Tony’s sister and Thor and her always had feelings for each other but timing was never right and right after Infinity Wars, everyone goes to regroup and rest, she and Thor find comfort in each other since she doesn’t know where Tony is and he’s lost everyone he love (but her)?
Pairing: Thor X Reader (There’s some platonic Steve feels too.)
Summary: For years you and Thor have had a tumultuous relationship, to say the least. After the snap, you meet up with what’s left of The Avengers at the compound to not only figure out where the hell your brother, Tony, is but also to lick your wounds. Thor is among them and the two of you finally take the time for one another because if you’ve learned nothing from this nightmare it’s that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
Warnings: Loss.
A/N: My. God. Why. Can I write something and not be heart-wrenchingly invested in the reader character? No, apparently I cannot. I’ve enjoyed going on this journey thanks to my lovely anon requester and I appreciate you all going on it with me. Just going to go ahead and apologize for any tears shed because this def put me in my feels.
Tags are open!
@disagreetoagree @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @dorkprincess @badpvn @unalive-mee @breezy1415
Every single person, even Rocket who had no dog in this fight, was ready to have something to do when you presented them with your plans that night. Things were getting chaotic everywhere. People needed whatever was left of The Avengers to step up.
Clint Barton had turned up the next day, having lost his whole family. You all welcomed him with open arms. While you all thought he’d opt to lay low he instead wanted to work.
Bruce was helping you pick through Tony’s research. Happy to finally be back in a lab.
Steve, Thor, and Rocket were ground ops tasked with going into the selected hubs to more accurately assess the situation. Steve even shaved his beard and donned his trademark red, white, and blue to gain people’s trust.
Natasha and Barton were on covert ops, in times of chaos there will always be people who will take advantage of that. They would sniff out the biggest threats and lay out a plan of action.
Rhodey was coordinating with the government. In the wake of The Event (as all the news outlets were calling it) the Accords were scrapped. The US and really any government was, for better or worse, ready to take any help they could get.
You would intervene in any team as necessary working under the Iron Man mantle. Your suit may be different in color and sleeker in design but there was no mistaking that look. Just like Cap’s patriotic get up it would garner trust.
Ten days after the event, when the teams had been dispatched for their first round of fieldwork F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in while you were in your office sorting through the nanotech research.
“Y/N, I have a pre-recorded message from Mr. Stark.”
Your breath catches.
“Would you like me to play it?”
Would you… “No. I… Fuck… I’ll view it in the lab.”
You run and burst through the doors of Tony’s private lab. In the days since you have been here you’d felt sick every time you thought of coming in this space. Now… Your heart is thundering in your ears your skin covered in cold sweat.
“Breathe,” you whisper. Trying to calm yourself. You place your palms against his main desk, whole body trembling. “Fuck,” you groan as you collapse into his chair.
No paper littered Tony’s space, he scoffed at analog whenever he could. But there were still traces of him left here. A coffee mug with a sip still in it. A book face down to mark his spot. A picture of him and Pepper. And… you cover your mouth to hold in a sob. You and Tony at your graduation from M.I.T. You were on his back, faces pressed cheek to cheek, smiles big and genuine. Rhodey had taken it. You hadn’t ever paid much attention to the photos he kept and this one genuinely surprised you.
Things were always touch and go between the two of you. Two orphans with too much fucking money and too many unresolved issues to function anything like a normal family. But… what was normal?
You’d slept in his bed for six months after your parents’ died because the terror of losing him would wake you up shrieking. He was there.
When you were at boarding school in England you developed a raging heroin addiction. You’d overdosed behind a seedy pub. Your high society friends left you there rather than end up on the front page as being present when the Stark heiress died. Tony was by your side when you woke up, bleary eyed from lack of sleep and tears. He was there all through your detox… and the next… and the next… He never judged you, never held that against you.
There were countless times you had failed one another, countless times you screamed both drunk and sober about your hatred of the other. Times when you wouldn’t talk for months… But still you loved each other as best you could.
The picture held tight to your chest you take a shaky breath. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., play it.”
There he is, sitting right where you are, looking morose.
He lets out a long sigh, “You know, Y/N… I’ve been making these things since after the attack on New York. I kinda thought,” he runs a hand absently through his hair making it stand up, “they’d get easier… they don’t. Especially the ones to you. I think,” he clears his throat, “I think it’s because more than anyone I hope you never have to see this. I, uh, have this program set up that if I don’t provide authorization every 10 days F.R.I.D.A.Y. will send this to you. I figure 10 days is a pretty solid indication that something is very wrong. So just in case… There’s just things…” He trails off and leans his elbows on his desk, cradling his head in his hands.
He looks back to the camera, his eyes glassy, voice shaking. “Things that,” he clears his throat again, “that you need to know… that I’ve never had the spine to really say to you before… Y/N, I could not be more proud of the woman you’ve become.” A tear slides down his cheek and he quickly brushes it aside, save for snark and anger neither of you were good with emotions. “God knows that’s no thanks to me. I have no clue how you turned into this light of a person but I do know I’m lucky you’re my little sister. I know things haven’t always been easy, I know I haven’t always made them easy. I’ve fucked up so many times… but still here you are. I guess here we are. Both trying to save the world in our own ways though I do think you’re doing a better job…” That crooked smile curls his lips. “And I know… I know for a fact mom and dad would be proud of you too…” He takes a second, breathing deep.
“You should know that anything good in me, any heroic bullshit I’ve ever done… It wasn’t to save the world or to be a hero. I just…” Tears slide out of his eyes, “I just wanted to be good enough for you, to make sure things were safe for you, first and foremost you… And I know that may be hard to believe since I… I know I’ve apologized but I will be doing so until the end for showing you that video… I,” his voice breaks, “I hate myself for that, Y/N, and for the shit before it… I’m so sorry. If you can tell Rogers… tell him I was wrong… Fuck.” He stands and paces for a minute.
“Anyway,” he breathes deep, “I just need you to know that I’m proud of you, that I love you, and that I’m sorry for all the times I failed you. If I’m gone… well I’m sorry for that too. I hope you have Thor, that big blond idiot loves you even though I’m sure neither of you have admitted it to each other. You should by the way, admit it.” He smirks, knowing. “You should also know that the Iron Man is yours now. Do what you want with it, use it, retire it, find someone you can trust with it, whatever. F.R.I.D.A.Y. has all the schematics you could need and I have no doubt you’ll just make it better.” He sighs. “I’m sure there’s a whole hell of a lot more I should say but this is all the emotion I can handle for the week. I love ya sis. You’re going to be ok, kid.” Then he’s gone.
You sit, unmoving, for what seems like a long time. Then something snaps. Every ounce of sadness, of rage, of fear, hits you. Not once since The Event have you allowed yourself the space to feel this. Holding on to the notion that Tony was somehow alive, that he was coming home. But now…
There aren’t tears just a rage filled roar as you knock everything off Tony’s desk with a swipe of your arms. The mug shatters, frames crack. The desk, now devoid of accoutrement is nothing but a target. With a flick of your wrist the armor encases your right hand and you blast a hole through the top of the desk. You take a step back and release another, and another, screaming all the while.
You don’t even hear Rhodey come in. “Y/N!!” He yells over your screams. “Hey!” Grabbing your arm.
“Get the fuck off me, Rhodes!” You look at him, wild, before stalking away and firing at the glass wall separating the lab from the test area. It shatters with a satisfying crash and suddenly Rhodey’s arms are wrapped around you, pinning your arms to your sides.
“I got one too, kid,” he says softly and your knees begin to buckle, “I know… I know.” His voice is thick with emotion. “I know it hurts.”
“Oh, god,” you croak and crumple to the floor. The armor retreats and you cover your face the tears flowing freely. “No, no, nononono,” you repeat over and over through your sobs. Rhodey stays behind you, arms wrapped tight around you until your sobs quieten.
He looks around at the destruction you wreaked, “Ya know, there are times I doubt you and Tony are related and then I’m always reminded that there is no doubt.”
Sniffling you pull away and sit on your knees across from him and take his hands. “Why do you put up with our shit, Rhodey?”
He laughs, tears in his eyes, “Because life without the Starks is too fucking boring.”
You shake your head, “You should work that out in therapy.” Both laughing you embrace. “Thank you, Rhodey, for everything.”
“It’s nothing, kid,” he wipes the tears from your face. “You’re family.”
Five weeks pass.
You’re all managing the best you can. Working on a four days on three days home system for the most part. The beginnings of Foundation outposts have been established in New York and Houston, providing medical care, food, and housing to thousands. You and Rhodey were working to figure out a way to ethically and legally seize homes and former offices that were empty to be used for rehoming people closer to the city centers. Things were… as good as they could be.
Every moment you’re able you and Thor find ways to be together. You both make it a point to carve out time every single day you’re apart to at least have ten minutes to talk, to remind one another that you love them. On days when you’re at the compound you sneak off any chance you can, stealing moments to kiss, fuck, and talk. It was as though you were both determined to make up for all the time you lost.
He tells you incredible stories about his childhood. Pranks Loki would play on him, how he’d somehow always fall for it. Battles won and lost. You’d tell him far less fantastical stories about the wild shit you and Tony would get into, the last minute trips to Singapore and Monaco, the debauchery and fuckery. He loved them even though they lacked giants and magic. Those are the best times.
It’s one of your three days with everyone back at the compound for debriefing and taking a breather. You’re all around the kitchen eating whatever is on hand for lunch chatting when F.R.I.D.A.Y. pipes up.
“An unknown spacecraft has just entered the atmosphere.”
“Fuck,” you all seem to groan in unison.
“Can you tell it’s trajectory?”
“I cannot be certain but it seems that it may be heading close by, I’ve tried to communicate but have gotten no response.”
Without another word you’re all bolting for the door grabbing any necessary gear as quickly as possible. You’re fully suited before you’re even outside, Thor close at your side.
“If they’re hostile let me take the first blow,” Thor growls. You nod.
Suddenly you see it clear the trees just to the west of the compound. Without a thought you’re off, Rhodey bringing up your left.
The craft lands with an earsplitting crash, digging a deep ravine into the earth.
“Still no response from inside the craft but I do detect two life forms,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. informs you.
The rest of the team has brought up the rear while Rhodey, Thor, and yourself remain on the front lines with Thor on the ground and the two of you hovering about 10 feet up.
You hear sounds rumble from inside. “Whoever the fuck you are I highly suggest you come out slowly and unarmed unless you want a hole through your chest.”
Clanking, voices, and a hatch finally bursts free, your weapons hum to life ready to fire any moment.
Hands raised, human hands. “I wouldn’t have given you the fucking thing if I thought you were going to shoot me with it.”
You lose your focus and crash to your knees with a thud helmet retracting and you stare at the haggard visage of your brother.
“Tony,” Rhodey says, shocked, landing with much more grace beside you.
“Stark,” you hear Steve whisper.
“Rogers, Rhodes,” he looks around and you know who his eyes are seeking out.
“She’s not here man…” Rhodey says looking down.
Tony sniffs hard, “I figured. Honestly, didn’t expect any of you to be here…”
You’ve been staring at him, brain unable to process fully what you’re seeing. He’s still a good distance away and suddenly you stand, your feet move of their own accord, suit retracting with each step.
When you’re in front of him you slap him, hard, across his face. “What the fuck Tony!” You scream. You punch him in the shoulder, “What were you thinking?!”
Vaguely you hear Rhodey say to someone, “No, let them do this.”
You push him hard with both hands, “Getting on a fucking hostile alien ship, not knowing where it’s going or what’s happening.” Your voice is starting to crack, you push him again, “with no back up, nothing!” You raise your hand ready to hit him again and he catches it, holding tight, dark eyes that match your own unwavering.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m… sorry,” he whispers.
The fight leaves you in a rush and you collapse into your stupid, reckless, heroic brother’s arms. You both hit the ground in a heap, sobbing into one another. Each of you saying sorry like it’s a mantra, like it will make up for everything that either of you has done to the other. Each of you knowing you are two of the luckiest people alive.
Your whole body is violently shaking, you can’t seem to stop. “Hey, hey,” Tony whispers rocking you back and forth. “It’s ok, we’re ok, kid.” You look up and Rhodey lays a hand on your shoulder.
“I told you, he’s a stubborn son of a bitch,” he says eyes glassy. The two of you rise and the men embrace. “Don’t fucking pull that shit again, Tony.” All Tony can do is nod.
No one else has moved so you all approach the shell-shocked team. Rocket is talking to a blue woman and you can’t even be phased at this point. You reach a hand out for Thor and he takes it, smile bright and eyes filled with tears.
Steve’s eyes are glued to the ground, tension radiating from him. “Rogers,” Tony croaks out, Steve looks up through his lashes not moving, “I’m sorry, man… I…” Steve cuts him off by pulling him into a bone crushing hug. You know they’ll have to work out their differences but you know that right now they’re just thankful to have their friend back.
“Y/N,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. pops up and you hear a distant rumble. “There seems to be another ship approaching.”
“You are fucking kidding me right?!” You groan, suit slithering up your arms.
“Oh,” Tony clears his throat. “Yeah. Point Break,” he looks at Thor, “picked you up some souvenirs on the way home.” A large ship lands, with far more grace than Tony’s heap had.
Thor looks at you confused, “How the hell should I know babe?”
A hatch hisses open and a dark-skinned woman saunters down. Thor’s face is shocked. “Valk-“
“Yeah, it’s me,” a crowd gathers behind her, “Your orders were to go to Midgard so,” she gestures behind her, “here we are.” It hits you that this ragtag group is what’s left of Asgard, of Thor’s people.
He rushes up to her picking her up hooting. Your jaw hangs open, tears streaming down your face. Thor’s laughter rings through the still afternoon air.
Tony wraps an arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. “Have you told him yet?” He’s smirking.
You cleat your throat, “Yeah… yeah we did finally get that out of the way.”
“Good.” He plants a kiss on top of your hair.
There’s still so much to be done. So far to go. But right now you all take the time to revel in a little happiness, savor this victory, no matter how small.
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