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This is such a "nobody else has read this comic" moment but like. It kills me every day that we never see Simon's conversation with Amanda Waller in JLA (2013) #5. Like I NEED to know what she said to him in that room. He goes in fully intending to detach himself from all the drama of his origin arc and get the government off his back yet when he leaves he joins Waller's JLA (which is a different, rival entity of the JL at this time). And THEN in JLA comic he's not just on the team, he's one of the more pro-Waller/pro-authority members!!! Which doesn't sound like Simon!!! Like at all! But again this is the Wall we are talking about. And they had a private conversation together! For an unspecified amount of time! That we know nothing about! Like this is Amanda freaking Waller if anyone could say something to make this make sense it would be her. SO I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SHE SAID. but also also also we see ANOTHER change of heart from Simon towards Waller (and the government) in Green Lanterns #1! (I think.) Here he's shown being fed up as the government tries to manipulate him for information and to gain power and such and is like keeping tabs on him and his family etc. So obviously he's become disillusioned with this and is not happy about it, which is the kind of reaction you would expect from him! Like that actually makes sense!!!
So its like logically you figure that his characterization in JLA is bad (it is new 52) and doesn't make sense and stems from an ignorance of his character (who had been in literally 16 comics before this. Including cameos. Like bruh just read them) and that's why this doesn't make sense. BUT THERE'S STILL THAT CONVERSATION WITH WALLER. Like I want this to my sense so bad. And my brain knows what Amanda Waller is like like it KNOWS that something could have plausibly happened in that room to make this line up! Like it's Amanda freaking Waller anything could have happened there. I need to know what happened there. I will NEVER know what happened there.
#like its a new 52 comic it makes sense that it wouldnt make sense!!!!!!! but there is this GAP and it is driving me nuts#because if anyone could have said something to make this make sense it would be waller!!!! NEVER underestimate waller!!!! that is how she#gets you. also shadow government plots shes very good at those at well#especially when they explode in everyone's faces including her own#she still comes out swinging#grrrrrr no but this drives me SO bonkers because like AGGGHHHHH and its some random new 52 comic like no one cares but then#I am all like guys lets talk abt the Simon and Amanda Waller dynamic lets talk abt Simon and Waller like NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I AM TALKING ABT#like they met??????? yeah in a nu52 comic that i read in my quest to read every simon baz appearance#im 9999.999% sure dc has totally forgotten this comic existed. the writer probably has too. the only thing its notable for is causing drama#to lead up to forever evil.#anyways just oh my god. the simon and waller missing conversation is insane to me. what the fuck did they say?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!#maybe i go crazy bc of this bc theyre both in my top 10 on locg. like ive read a bunch of simon but ive also read ostrander + yale suicide#squad. which is the waller holy grail. and so i am vertifiably insane#only way for this to get more swishy self indulgent is to merge GL and SS even more and bring ben into it#i love ben he just dropped out of my top 10 and im devastated. i should read more ben comics. ive read a good chunk already hes not in that#many. also jess should be there. that would be even more self indulgent and make me crazier#suicide squad comic but you just stuff all swishy's faves in a room and expose them to the wall#wait shit this is giving me ideas now i dont have time for this LOG OFF LOG OFF#what was i saying again????? oh.#blah#simon baz#amanda waller
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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3
[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4][Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]
“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.
“Batman. What can I do for you?”
“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”
“Pardon?”
Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.
“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”
“No…? Why?”
“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.
“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.
“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”
The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.
“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”
“Hn.”
“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”
Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”
“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”
“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”
“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.
“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”
“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”
“He’s a child.”
“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”
“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.
“Totally. Yup.”
“…Fine.”
“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”
“Yes.”
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“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.
“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”
Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.
Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…
Ah!
“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.
“Anyways, fork over my payment.”
Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.
“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.
“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”
“I don’t litter.”
“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”
“An alive friend?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”
Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.
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“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”
“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”
#batman#danny phantom#bruce wayne#dc x dp#bamf danny phantom#dpxdc#dcxdp#hal jordan#green lantern#the flash#Barry allen#mentions of Sam mason#phantom doesn’t pay taxes#but Danny Fenton absolutely pays taxes#his parents taught him how to file taxes#tax season is coming up soon tall I’m stressed#arthur curry#Aquaman#Aquaman and being interrogated on Atlantean history#Batman’s nickname is the litterer#you can’t tell me that batarangs don’t go everywhere#sea cryptic! danny au
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Steddie Week 2023
May 22nd Prompt: Hunger
Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7
@steddie-week
Steve wakes up slowly, rolls over to look at his alarm clock, then bursts out of bed in a rush of limbs and sheets and curses.
3:42 blinks back at him. Sometime during the night the power had gone out, and Steve knows it is well past 9, when he was supposed to be opening at Family Video. He pulls on his jeans and a clean shirt, stuffs his feet in his shoes, runs a brush through his hair, and grabs his vest on his way out the door, sparing half a glance at his kitchen, but not having time to eat.
If it comes down to it, he thinks, there’s always the candy.
He gets to Family Video in record time, breathing out a sigh of relief when he yanks on the door to find it still locked. That means he’s the first one there. Keith might notice when he goes back through times this week to figure out pay, but Steve’s hopeful he’s gotten away with it this time.
He clocks in, computer reading 10:01 (an entire hour late, whoops), and takes a breath as he looks around the store. Robin’s scheduled to come in at three, meaning he has five hours alone.
No one comes in for the first hour. Steve finishes logging returns and winding back the tapes.
Halfway through the second hour, the bell above the door jingles, and Steve raises his voice from where he’s putting away tapes. “Welcome to Family Video!”
“Either you’re hiding or you’ve officially started haunting this place,” a voice calls back, and Steve laughs as he walks out of the aisle.
“Hey, Eddie.”
“Hiya, Stevie.” He grins. “Tell me if this is too forward? But I noticed the power went out last night and figured if I know you as well as I do, you slept in and missed breakfast.” He hands Steve a brown paper bag, creased nicely at the top.
“Lifesaver,” Steve gasps, opening the bag. Three muffins. He sniffs them, then groans. “You’re perfect, holy shit, thank you.” Banana nut, his favorite. His heart skips an odd beat, then again when he realizes Eddie’s blushing, pulling a piece of hair across his face.
“You’re welcome,” Eddie says quietly, chuckling slightly. “I guess I was right?”
“Yeah, I woke up, like, half an hour after my shift had started, immediately panicked, and got here as fast as I could. I don’t need another write-up.”
Eddie nods, a smirk crawling onto his face. “How about waiving the fees for your favorite customer?”
Steve makes a show of looking around. “Dustin’s here?”
Eddie just laughs. “I can’t even be mad at that one.”
“Steve,” Eddie says, eyes wide, adorably serious. Steve tries to school his face accordingly, but he can’t really feel his face. “I’m hungry.”
Steve thinks about it. “I am too,” he decides, then thinks some more. “Is there pizza left over?”
Eddie shrugs, looks at the blunt in his hand, then shrugs again, taking another drag. “Chips?”
“I have chips,” Steve agrees, grabbing for the blunt. “C’mon, share.”
Eddie hands it over. “Steve,” he says again, “I’m a genius.”
“Yup,” Steve agrees.
“We should watch a movie.”
“Oh my god,” Steve breathes. “With snacks?”
“Yeah. Yeah, with snacks, c’mon, help me, help me!” He pulls Steve up, laughing when Steve does.
“Eddie,” Steve says. It’s his turn to be serious. “What if we call Argyle? And Jon?”
“And they can bring pizza,” Eddie breathes. “Stevie, I think you’re the genius.”
“Yup,” Steve agrees again. “I’ll call. You get snacks. And movie.”
“Fuck off,” Eddie laughs, resting his head against the wall. “There’s no way.”
“I swear! That’s exactly what she said! And then she tried to blame me, like it isn’t all automated.” Steve huffs a breath.
Eddie shakes his head. “You have way more patience than I do, man.”
“That’s not true. We have different types. I could never sit like you do, painting your figurines.”
Eddie snorts. “I zone out and wake up four hours later. I don’t think that counts as patience.” He sighs. “As fun as this has been, Steve, I’ve gotta go get ready for my shift. I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah. Yeah, definitely. What time does your shift start?”
“Six.”
“That… Eds, that’s in twenty minutes.”
“No? I’m looking at a clock right here. It’s 4:40 right now. I’ve got an hour twenty.”
“Eds,” Steve says, sounding pained. “Daylight savings.”
“Oh, shit,” Eddie breathes. “Shit, shit, shit, you’re right, shit, fuck, okay, I’ve gotta go, love you, bye!”
He hangs up before Steve can say anything else, stuffing his feet in his shoes and grabbing his keys before racing out.
He’s halfway to work before he realizes he’s hungry. He lays his head on his steering wheel at a red light, breathes. “Just five hours,” he tells himself. “I can make it five hours.”
Half an hour in, he’s not so sure. His hands aren’t as steady as they should be, but he hides it from his coworkers, takes another few deep breaths, and tries to trick himself by drinking more water.
Ten minutes later, a familiar maroon Beemer pulls up. Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he goes out to meet Steve.
“Sorry I’m late,” Steve grins. “I think I got caught by all the lights possible.” He grabs something from the passenger seat. A brown paper bag.
“You didn’t,” Eddie breathes.
“I did,” Steve admits. “I hope turkey’s okay.”
“Turkey’s fantastic,” Eddie promises. “Freakin’ food for the gods, when I’m this hungry.” He opens the bag. A sandwich, a small bag of chips, an apple. He laughs. “Jesus wept, Steve, I brought you three little muffins!”
“Yeah, and I meant it when I called you a lifesaver.” He tilts his head. “I’m curious about something, though. If you meant it.”
Eddie pauses with the sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Meant what?”
“Gotta go, love you, bye.”
“Oh.” Nausea makes its presence known. He brings the sandwich down. “Steve, I-”
Steve’s fingers land on his forearm. “The truth, Eds. Please.” He’s whispering, eyes big and hopeful, and Eddie feels some of that same hope filling him.
“Yeah,” he whispers back.
Steve grins again, steps back. “I’m picking you up tomorrow. Seven o’clock.”
“Okay,” Eddie whispers, watches as Steve drives away.
“Hi,” Eddie says breathlessly, opening the door before Steve could knock.
“Hi.” Steve chuckles. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Where are you taking me?”
“Where do you wanna go?”
Eddie bites his lip, slides into the passenger seat. “Dinner? I’m starving.”
Steve grins at him as he puts the car in gear. “Me too.”
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Qsmp x Streamer reader (5)
Summary - Prison Event Day 2
Warnings - In Game/lore- Mentions of abuse/torture, Violence, and swearing.
There is a chance for this to turn into a love trope of some kind but for now there is focus on fluffy platonic-ness
This series will not be 100% lore accurate, but it will be pretty close to it.
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I had just turned on my live video, watching as everyone slowly began to join. I smiled seeing them chat amongst themselves about if I will drop more lore. Others putting dancing emotes in chat, dancing to a few of my current favorite songs. I was currently messaging Tubbo, reminding of him to get on at the right time. NO way would I let sunny get left out today. Finally I the timer on my starting screen ended and I clicked start on my face cam. "Hey guys! we are getting back at it today! Let's go ahead and get started right away since it should have just opened."
I quickly logged in and found myself in my lonely fish cell. I was in Shark mode in the fish tank. So I turned it off and headed out into the rest of my room. Outside the cell, I saw others were already on and getting to work on fighting the mobs outside. I saw Bagi's cell, so I called out to her. "BAGI! HELLO!" She turned around and looked around for me. Once she saw me, she quickly began got yell back. "HI Y/N!" Seconds later they began to let us out of the cells. I saw tubbo join and bolted to go say hi to him.
He was yelling and screaming at the guards by the time I got over there. Fit joined us as well telling tubbo how they were roommates now. Once their conversation was over, that when I basically shattered Tubbos ears. I had turned on my voice changer so I sounded like a god. You know the overly echo-ed voice with slight increased pitch change. I had already pre-warned my chat.
"TUBBO! You bitch! left your fucking daughter alone without notifying your free babysitter!?" Tubbo yelled back. "Holy shit you are loud! what the fuck!" I laughed and turned off my voice changer. Without another word, I left him and pulled out my little diamond knife. Finding the first round of mobs to fight, while I waited for others to join.
Now that everyone was on, I knew any second now they would pull me away for my 'torture lore'. Currently we had been moved to a hallways with a lot more mobs to fight, or clean I guess. Tubbo showed up with sunny, this made me smile knowing she had someone to watch her now. I was chatting with Phil while we fought mobs. "So we getting another escape plan set up today?" I asked. "Yeah we have a few ideas, fit and I." He told me. "Cool what ide-" I was cut off as I got teleported away. When it loaded, I realized I was in the torture cell. Great.
In chat I saw Phil typing, trying to understand where I went. However I could reply as I was now stood in front of Guard 1, they were quick to hand me a book. I read it aloud again.
So, Do you want to give up the information we asked for yesterday?
Do you want to confess your crimes? Tell us where and what your master is? Give us the information we want.
Only then will all his stop, no more pain, no more questions. Give us the information and we let you go.
I returned the book to them and stared them down. I sighed and then spoke with as much determination as I could. "Once again, I will tell you that I have NO clue what you are talking about. Trust me if I knew what you were talking about, then I would most likely tell you to keep my friends safe. However, you only continue to prove to me how useless and stupid you are by not listening to me. So I know you have already stopped listening to me now. So go ahead, rip open my skin, beat me into your idea of a submissive civilian. I don't care, my only master is Poseidon, he will one day grant me the power I need to enact my revenge on you and your mindless drones. So go ahead, spill my blood however you see fit. Just remember that karma is a motherfucking bitch, you coward."
They stared at me for a few more seconds, then they pulled out a sword. This one was shaped like a katana, the blade was a shining silver with reds outlining. The base a black with red detail. This is what he used to mercilessly kill me over and over again. As the voices returned along with it. This time not only did I hear that dreaded male voice, but they could also hear mine responding to it. Almost as if I was hearing a memory.
"You will fight with us little shark, this is our home!" ~Him
"If any of your words were true, then yes! You know I would fight to the last man standing. But this is all a huge lie! YOU CHOSE A DEMON and you refuse to see the mess you created!" ~Me
"I am saving our home! all you and the others are expected to do is follow my lead, that's how this works! I saved you from those sinners!" ~Him
"You were the one I depended on the most, Yet you've let me down in ways that I can't even- (sigh) I can't keep forgiving and forgetting what you have done!" ~Me
"I never did anything to you, you don't get to say that." ~Him
"You have caused so many different problems for me, you have ruined things I loved, and hurt those I cared for. Yet I was convinced that maybe you were right. But a long time ago I realized the truth, that you were just a coward hard riven on your ways. You won't relent to allow new prosperously hopeful ideas to exist, so you tear them down inch by inch. I won't live by that anymore." ~Me
"Wait Little shark! Don't go out there!" ~Him
The voices ended with the sound of a huge explosion, at the same time that I was killed for the last time. When I respawned, this time I looked a little worse overall. More rips to the clothing had been added, and more bruised looking skin placed around my character. They then teleported me back to the group, who were now outside getting ready to build as a game.
I sighed and tried to put back on a smile as I walked over to the group. "Hi guys I'm back." They all looked at me then at Phil. Who walked up to me with Fit and the eggs. "You come over here right now." He spoke really close to his mic to sound more intimidating. "Okay." I said with a smaller voice, following right after him. Once we got to a more hidden area where only Phil, Fit and the Eggs could hear me.
"You need to explain what is going on right now. Why does guard 1 keep stealing you away to kill you million times and you come back looking worse than when you left!" Phil asked. "You have to tell us y/n, we know something is going on and we want to help you." Fit said. I sighed. "But it really doesn't concern you guys, it's just bette you don't know, so I can keep you and the eggs safe. You don't need to become potential confidants in my problem." I told them trying to get across that it's better this way.
The two looked at each other before trying again. Fit speaking first this time, "You don't have to protect us y/n, we can do that ourselves just like we have before you came to the island. Trust us we have seen the worst of the worst." I looked to him. "But this is starting to look like a lot bigger than you may have ever fought. You know about my past as much as I do, You know I can't remember anything from before the day the pirates capture me. Now things are changing, Now I can't recognize fat from fiction. I can't allow my burdens to become yours." Phil spoke next sounding a lot more sympathetic this time.
"Awe mate, you can't let yourself fight this alone. Let us help you. Give us a chance to help you, to keep you safe." This broke something in me, of course what came next was all part of my lore. "I know you want to help me, but after what I have remembered? I can't let myself trust someone so much again. It's for the better that this is how it must be. I'm sorry guys, but I just can't risk it." With those words I walked away. Hearing their voice get quieter, however I did hear a few things before their voices were too quiet. "She remember something from her past?" fit asked. "I guess so, it must have hurt her a lot for her to be this way now, she would have told us if it wasn't that bad." Phil replied to him.
I glanced at Chat, seeing them yelling that I should have told them. Angry and exhausted from the way my lore was falling, they were hilarious to read. However, I held my self back from smiling to much.
When I returned to the building area, I found out my group to build with was Tubbo and Bagi. However they were already done, mainly giving up on trying to build whatever it was. "What is this y/n?" He handed me a book, reading it I smiled. "Have you guys seen Cars 2?"
They both said they had seen it. "Well this name belongs to the red, green, and white formula FB1 car. He was the car that lightning McQueen was genuine rivals with. The one who had angered McQueen enough at the beginning of the movie to convince McQueen to sign up for the big race?" After my explanation, both seemed to have finally dawned who I was talking about. Tubbo scoffed. "Of course the American gets it." I laughed. "Hey in 5 years I while be a citizen of the UK." This made Tubbo gasp. "Wait you're staying here after your schooling?" I smiled. "Well I'm just getting stuff ready to make that decision. If I do end up finding the right connections or main job here while in schooling, then yeah might as well stay and get citizenship. BUT if somewhere back in LA was to contact me with a better job option then I'll move back home. For now, I'm living here as an international student until I decide."
Tubbo made a sound of understanding. "Well I hope you stay, it will be so nice to have you around with the rest of us." We were now running around for a free time while others finished their builds. That was until we saw some one new join the server. Charlies name popping up. I looked at Sunny, who immediately saw me and placed down a sign. Once she finished I read her sign, "Oh my god! That's my other pa!" I smiled. "It is isn't it! Hopefully they will bring him to us soon! Just stick with papa tubbo and I. Once we seem him we can go meet him." She nodded to agree with my plan.
For now we followed tubbo around as he looked for things to steal. Of course I joined him in looking for things. But soon we got bored and went to find out if we could go back inside ourselves. However right when we got to the door we ran right into Charlie. "TUBBO!" He yelled as the man in question responded with an equally happy hello.
While they chatted, I ran and brought sunny over. "Come on sweetness, time to go meet your pa!" But she stopped crouched down before placing a sign. She told me she was nervous and scared. "You hold on over here, I'll get Tubbo's attention and he can hold your hand while you meet Charlie." She gave me a small slow nod. While Charlie was in a conversation with fit and Ramon for a second, I hit tubbo who turned around questioning me. I quietly looked right at sunny then back at tubbo, whispering for him to go to her. That's when Charlie saw me and yelled. "Holy Shit! Y/n?! What are you doing here!? Since when did you join?!" I laughed "I joined like a fucking week ago man!? Somehow they already wanted to arrest me. I don't even know what I did." He laughed and then looked right at fit, talking about the crimes we are in for and how long we are in for. Finally when he walked off towards the eggs again, Tubbo spoke up. "Hey Charlie do you want to say hi to sunny?" I watched as slowly tubbo was able to drop that sunny was also his new daughter.
That's when all hell broke loose, Charlie trying to understand how he had a new daughter and why. Once sunny asked me if Charlie didn't like her or something, that's when I went into my own parent mode. I hit both boys and whisper yelled to them. "First tubbo, get back over there and explain to sunny that Charlie just needs a second to take all this in cause he just woke up from a long ass coma and is in a prison. She's over there doubting herself because of how you both reacted." Tubbo quickly walked off to support sunny. Then I stared down Charlie, giving him another hit. "And you, get yourself together, she's your kid whether you like it or not. Though I'm sure she will grow on you just as much as she has for me. Anyways, you get over there and start acting like a dad, or so help me-" He cut me off. "Okay don't worry y/n! I wouldn't be a dead beat dad, let me meet this sunny." With that he walked over and began to chat with sunny again.
I smiled and left them to interact before returning back to the rest of the gang. We were now being taken to a new room, apparently it was language class time. Entering the "Classroom" It looked almost like a mini version of the movie theater, just with the addition of a big stage. I found myself a chair at the front of the room, with a little easel in front of it. Other began to pile in, the small space quickly becoming louder and louder with everyone talking. Suddenly there was a small duck in front of me. Taking in the accessory and voice of the duck, I knew this must be Baghera. I smiled as she quacked before speaking. "OH hello! You must be y/n!" Baghera and I had never really met before. "Yep, the one and only!" She giggled. "Do you want a gift!?" Her high pitched voice changer made everything she said just a little funnier. "sure!" she giggled like a little evil duck. "Well I am the duck of love cause I love love, so you have to kiss someone to get this gift!" This caught me off guard and I looked around the room. "But no one here is really single and those who are would never!" Thinking harder, the only one who would do it for the shits and giggles was Wilbur, but that bitch was in the middle of tours and other shit. Baghera, wait I mean Quacki's giggling brought me back from my thoughts. "Don't worry, I'll find someone and give both a gift." With that she ran off and I laughed lightly before paying attention to the front again.
However almost a full minute later, right as Charlie, tubbo and fit were just entering the room. I heard a hello to my left. Standing there was Foolish. "Hey Y/m, I was told by Quacki here that If I want a gift I had to kiss you." I scoffed. "She told me almost the same thing, but I told her no one here would do it. Guess she convinced you huh?" He laughed, "Wow glad to know that's the only reason I got a chance at a free gift." I laughed with him. But Quacki walked us both, yelling "Hey, Now you kiss! on the lips! Then I will give you a gift, I am the duck of love so kiss!" I giggled a little at her with Foolish. "Okay okay, alright come here foolish." I stood up and crouched my character, he did the same thing slowly coming closer. We both made a kiss sound before quickly turning to Quacki. She laughed loudly like a school girl, spinning around in circles. "Okay! here is your gifts!" She gave Foolish and I both diamond swords. We quickly hid that into our inventories, chatting for bit before Charlie overheard something he said. Thus Charlie took his attention away and I returned to my seat waiting for class to begin.
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#qsmp fitmc#qsmp bbh#qsmp#qsmp foolish#qsmp tubbo#wilbur soot#empanada#x reader#tubbo#qsmp tallulah#philza#qsmp pac#qsmp sunny#qsmp chayanne#nihachu
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Deceivers Ch. 22 - Plans
word count: 3681
Chapter 21 - Hope
Chapter 23 - Travels
The general mood on the Victoria Punk was bad.
Kid's brows were furrowed even more than usual and Flipper, Mammo and the others kept pacing around on deck. Killer, who stood next to a brooding Kid on the gallery, watched them through his mask.
"Well", he started, but he had to admit that even he didn't know what to say.
You had left, Kid was pissed, everyone was worried. Basically, all shit at the moment.
"What the fuck did she think taking the tiniest boat out to the sea in the New World?"
"Worried much?", Killer inquired, knowing well how Kid would react.
He said nothing and just stormed off, his hair looking wilder than usual.
Flipper, Heat and Mammo came around the corner after Kid had left and situated themselves next to Killer. The latter looked at them and waited.
"We have come to a conclusion", Heat started.
"We have got to help (y/n)", Flipper added.
"I owe her my life!", Mammo exclaimed and the three nodded in unison.
"She's one of us now", Flipper said, "and we leave no man behind."
Mammo's curls bounced as he nodded in agreement.
"Women neither. Or anyone else for that matter", Heat chimed in.
Jonah came running from afar and halted next to the other three men, who were standing around Killer in a half circle with their arms crossed.
"It's about (y/n) isn't it? I really think we should-"
Killer interrupted him.
"Guys, I know. You don't need to break a leg here to try to convince me. I feel the same. She's pleasant company and a good doctor, we need her here."
Kid needs her here first and foremost, he thought.
"But we also want her to be here", Flipper added, no room for discussion. The others nodded again.
"Of course", Killer sighed.
"I'm not even mad at her for knocking me straight out with that stupid apple", Jonah whispered, more to himself, "that was genius."
"The problem is that we have no idea where she is."
Everyone eyed their shoes. Killer was right.
"Okay, realistically", Mammo started, then pausing for a second to think, his hands folded in front of his lips, "she's been gone for like what, not even twenty four hours?"
"She gave me the apple at like nine, half nine."
"Would mean it's been about twenty hours", Flipper concluded.
"We should talk to the navigator and ask how far you could get in that time and in which possible directions!"
"Guys", Killer interrupted their hopeful babbling, a little louder now.
"I don't want to sound too pessimistic, but the sea here is fucking brutal, and I think your positive spirit clouds your brains. You know how rough it is out here, maybe she isn't even alive anymore. She's not like us and her 'ship' isn't more than a twig to the waves here. We can't throw our logic overboard."
Realisation hit them. Of course, Killer was right.
"We are unfortunately also bound to the restrictions of the log pose."
There was a deafening silence, apart from small waves breaking at the hull. Flipper nervously fumbled his pistol and Jonah tugged at his bottom lip.
"I know she's your friend", Killer conceded, "we'll figure something out."
He left them with heavy steps to go and find Kid, who was probably looming in his workshop.
Killer scolded himself on the way there. He knew that he had said 'we'll figure something out', but that was such a stupid thing to say. That was a promise that could not be held under certain circumstances.
He knocked on the workshop door twice. Angry rumbling could be heard from the room.
"This better be fucking Killer", Kid spat through his teeth.
Fiery eyes met Killer's mask when the door swung open.
"I'm coming in", the blond said, and Kid didn't obstruct.
"We don't need to help her", was he first thing the captain said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, but Killer knew better.
"I'm speaking to my best friend and not my captain when I say this, but holy hell, shut the fuck up Kid. It's just the two of us. No need to play tough. I know you've been walking up and down this room for the last ten minutes."
Kid's brows furrowed. He was annoyed that Killer knew him too well. On the other hand, he was relieved that his first mate has granted him the opportunity to show some emotion at least. His facade faltered instantly as he sat down in his big chair in the workshop.
"It's my fault."
Killer didn't say a word. He was waiting for more because he knew there was more. Kid leaned forward and let his head drop into the palm of his hand, chin propped up so he could mindlessly stare at the wall.
"I failed her."
Pause.
"We'll figure something out."
Shit, I said it again, Killer thought.
"I physically cannot bear to lose her", Kid choked up.
He didn't cry though, he was just angry at himself. He felt a tug in his heart when you crossed his mind, the thoughts of how you slowly warmed up to him because you just seemed to know how to treat him, when to annoy him, when to be patient with him, when to question his words, when to listen to them, how to decipher the look in his eyes and how to touch him physically and mentally.
He couldn't possibly know that you in fact did not know how to read him like he thought you did, it was all just natural, spontaneous and whatever felt right in certain moments. He couldn't know how many times you had struggled with his behaviour and his actions, not being sure how to react.
He just liked you so much that it felt like you were the only person besides Killer who actually understood him, although that wasn't always the case. And he had toyed with the opportunity to make you stay forever by disappointing you.
He swore to himself that he would make you his forever - no matter what lengths he had to go to - as soon as he found you. He had to find you. The slight chance that he would never see you again couldn't be accepted under any circumstance.
He remembered the day you arrived on the ship. At that time, he wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible to avoid trouble, even if it meant killing you.
When interrogating you he found himself wanting to fuck you into submission all of a sudden because you were just so pretty tied up. You seemed so fragile and easy to manipulate, to ruin, but then he felt pity for you when he saw the hoof of the flying dragon burned into your soft skin.
To his surprise, Brone wanting to violate you had made him so unbelievably angry. That night he made an example of what would happen to his men if they even looked at you the wrong way. Was he already so obsessed with you at this point? He didn't recall, but it could have been.
It was always your eyes. Your stupid, innocent doe eyes looking up at him with not enough fear. You should have been more afraid of him, like everyone else, he thought, but there was always this little hint of trust in them that drove him mad. You even slept in the same bed, just because he told you to. So easy to manipulate, and not scared enough.
And the look in them when he walked in on you naked in the infirmary. The timing was bad, but he felt his dick twitching slightly at the thought of seeing you so vulnerable. The image of your body had been burned into the back of his brain that day, it was so perfect, and he then decided that it was just for him to use.
When you nearly had Mammo killed he was aggravated and on edge, but when you saved his life, he couldn't help but be absolutely impressed with your skills. It became clear to him that you were more than what he initially saw in you, and he had been slightly ashamed of making you a mere object in his head.
Then it became increasingly difficult for him to be around you, so he chose to ignore you when he was overwhelmed, which was more often than he cared to admit. That he regretted too, but it was the only option for him to not go insane, because why did a woman have such an effect on him?
He had a similar feeling when he watched you being pulled onto your stupid fiancés ship, whatever his name was. He had a bad feeling about him from the first time he laid eyes on him, he was just a greyish, squirming maggot and you were... simply above him. By far. Too pretty, too clever, too lively. Seeing you broken because of this excuse of a man had evoked something in Kid. For the first time, he had felt the need to protect you forever.
He huffed when he remembered how he called you an angel. He meant it. He killed twice for you, actually three times when you considered Brone, and he would do it again and again, because you were an angel. He would never let you kill. He swore after meeting and finally getting rid of Big Patch that something as grave as murder would never get the chance to ruin you.
Not because he thought you were incapable. No, he had seen you sparring with Killer many days on the Victoria Punk and your medical knowledge did the rest. Because killing wasn't easy. It seemed easy to him when he did it, but it always leaves a mark and poisons one’s thoughts. Never would he allow that to happen to you. You had enough to deal with after what happened to you.
Then he remembered how he had felt dismay when he realised that he liked holding you. Just because it was new to him, and he wanted more. On the day he sent you shopping with Heat he didn't even want to suck on your neck in front of the entire crew. He smirked a little at the thought. It was just this egging feeling of possibly loosing you when you weren't under his watchful eye that made him want to show everyone that you were off limits.
And then he had claimed you - halfway at least. Just to ruin it a few days later by trying to live by his old ways when exploring an island. Visiting a whore. Your face when he finally got you back had been horrible for him. He was sure you hated him. It had pushed him to show you a more vulnerable side of him, and luckily it worked.
Generally, you pushed so many buttons in him, challenging him. The first person he apologised to in a decade had been you.
He had made up for it by fucking you senseless. He replayed your little moans in his mind over and over again. You were so perfect, just for him. Fucking you never bored him, which was new to him. The same sensation he had when he discovered that he wanted you to stay with him after he finished. Not once, but every damn time. He was obsessed with every inch of your skin, every word you uttered from your pretty lips and every second he could spend with you.
You had flipped another switch in him when you spoke back to him in the kitchen where he fucked you with dried blood all over him. He saw a completely new side of you, an unhinged one that was proof to him that you felt comfortable around him. He made you promise not to leave.
Initially he was pissed off when he realised that you broke that promise. But now after thorough rethinking and reassessing the situation he found himself to be at fault entirely.
He needed you so badly.
The pleasant memories were slowly replaced by dread.
"I haven't seen you like this since Victoria", Killer stated, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Don't remind me. That's something else."
Victoria's murder was a sensitive topic, but their time before it happened and the feelings he (and Killer) had for her were different than the feelings he had for you.
"We were kids back then and now I...", he started, no intentions to finish the sentence.
Usually, a normal person would end the sentence with 'I know how real love feels like' or 'I am actually in love with her', but Kid wasn't the average guy. The possibility of being head over heels in love with you didn't cross his mind, he was just that oblivious to his own thoughts.
He took your wanted poster that he stored on his workshop desk and looked at the picture. The girl in it was not his (y/n), it was just a ghostly form of her. You had looked like this when you stumbled on his ship. Dull hair, empty, teary eyes with dark circles to the floor, cuts, bruises, and sunken shoulders.
He imagined what you looked like before your world shattered. Soft, innocent, smiling from ear to ear while doing things you loved. He didn't know. But he knew how much you improved while being with his crew and... maybe him? He hoped that he played a part in you coming back to life. He watched it happen in front of his own eyes. How the sparkle returned to your eyes, which made them seem brighter when the sun hit them. How the frown slowly turned into a smile, showing your straight teeth occasionally.
It had been fascinating to watch you interact with his men, too. How effortlessly you handled their naggings and how you were able to joke with them. At first, Kid had kept an eye on them to avoid another Brone situation, but he soon realised that the only thing they felt for you was brotherly love.
Inexpressible anger and fury spread in his chest when he looked at what the World Nobles had done to you. Irritated, he crumpled the wanted poster into a tiny ball and tossed it into a corner.
He leaned back in the chair and his fingers lingered on the arm rest, impatiently tapping on the cold leather. His frowning face still rested in his other hand.
"You're actually scared shitless", Killer said, his voice raised due to surprise.
"I'm never", Kid answered too promptly.
He was. The uncertainty was driving him insane. The weird tug in his heart was back, but stronger. The unfamiliar feeling of fear mixed with anger. Anger he knew, he could calculate it, use it to his advantage, but fear was something he never experienced before. What would he be scared of anyways? He was always the strongest, his friends and his crew were always the strongest, there was no need to be afraid.
But there was still you.
"Please help me, Killer."
He hadn't noticed that his fingers weren't lightly tapping the arm rest anymore, they were instead digging into the roughened leather and hurt from cramping.
Killer raised his brows under his mask. Seeing Kid vulnerable was relatively new to him, and it made him nervous.
Both the crew and their captain were too emotionally invested in the matter to see clearly and think rationally. Obviously, Killer would go to hell and back to help, but there was still the lingering fear that you were beyond saving and as of now, Killer was the only person on the ship who saw this spiralling out of control.
"Kid..."
He didn't answer.
"You know what could happen, right?"
Kid didn't reply on purpose. Of course he knew. Best case was that you were still sailing or that you had stopped on an island, worst case was that you were dead or that the nobles caught you.
"We shouldn't mess with the World Nobles either. As soon as they have her..."
Killer was right. Even Kid knew that facing the Dragons and expecting a good outcome was stupid and would never happen. Strawhat punched Charlos once and all hell broke loose on Sabaody.
"We won't. But we will get her back, I owe her that."
And I need her, he added in his head.
Killer placed one of his large hands on Kid's shoulder and tapped it lightly.
"I know. We'll come up with something."
Fuck, he thought, again.
"Will you tell her about all the things that were brewing in your head just now?", Killer asked.
Unbeknownst to the masked man, Kid's eyes widened. Killer wouldn't and couldn't know what exactly went through his head, but he probably had vague ideas.
"Stop doing that", Kid muttered instead of answering. Killer sighed.
"Come back on deck when you're done here, we need our captain."
Kid nodded and Killer left the room, closing the door behind him.
Kid's hands wandered towards his face, and he buried it in his palms. He felt the lump in his throat first, then came an unfamiliar burning sensation behind his eyes.
He let out a heavy-hearted sigh, followed by a sob and a single tear slipping out of his eye. He wiped it away immediately and he was glad that there weren't more tears forming.
Like all the other new feelings he had discovered since meeting you, this was new as well. Sadness, dread, fear, and anger turned into a dangerous cocktail, brewing in his heart and the pit of his stomach.
Before he could release the tension by hammering his fists into the wooden wall, Shiki's voice made him halt.
"Captain Kid! Quick!"
It took him only half a second to leap through the door towards the deck.
Would they be able to decipher his wandering mind just like Killer? Probably not. There was no time to check his face for remainders of tears or anything like that.
On deck, most of the crew stood around Killer holding a piece of paper.
Eagerly, he ripped it from his hands and his eyes started scanning the letters.
Hey you guys,
You're probably wondering how the fuck I sent you this letter. Long story short: My new friends and I threatened and blackmailed the newspaper bird. I can't wait to tell you, it was an experience. Good news is, I am safe and not alone. I have help.
I'm so sorry for leaving. I really am! It was stupid, I didn't think it through, and I foolishly thought I could handle it alone. I was too chicken to ask for your help. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to help me. I realised too late that that's not the case at all. You guys (all of you!) are the closest thing I had to a family in months. But I will tell you all that to your faces when we see each other again, because that's what you deserve, and I don't have much time.
They have J and my brother. And by they I mean everyone we don't like. Captain was right, something was fishy. Remember J? You should know where she lives. I will be heading there tomorrow. Might take me a day or two to get there, depending. I have a ride, but unfortunately, it's not durable enough to drop me off with you.
I don't expect you to be there for me after I drugged our night watch and the captain and fled, but I wanted to let you know that I'm safe. The sea didn't get me.
I WILL NOT do anything stupid, I promise. No confrontation and such. I just want to do everything I can to help my brother and my best friend. My new friends can't come with me, so I'm on my own.
I miss you. Please wish me luck.
The next paragraph is just for our captain. Seriously, hand the letter to him now. I mean it. I know that F and J are still reading it at this point. Hand it over or I WILL cut of your fingers one by one with a rusty butter knife.
Hey you,
I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I broke my promise. If you are willing to give me another chance at being your... doctor, I will gladly take it and not mess up. I will make up for everything, no matter how and how long it takes. You're confusing me most of the time, but right now I'm sure that I'd rather be where you are than anywhere else.
Love,
Doc
Kid smirked at your attempt to keep Flipper and Jonah from reading the last bit, it was so cute that the letter could have only been from you. There was no hidden message, but he still was glad that you didn't use any full names or other identifying indicators.
His index finger brushed past your signature. Doc. He liked that.
He decided that you should indeed think of making up for your actions, but you probably had cleaning the toilets in mind. His idea was much better, but he would never tell you that there was no need to actually make it up to him.
He had already forgiven you. And now, since he knew you were safe, there was no need to sit around doing nothing but drowning in self-pity and sorrows.
"We have a goal now", Kid bellowed, and his crew joined in with cheers.
"Theres only one problem...", Mammo sighed, quickly silencing the men around him.
"Oh, come on!", Flipper exclaimed.
"Well, the island where Jeany lives is already far behind us. There's no way to get back there! We would need to go through the calm belt to make it, and you know damn well that that would be our end. Our ship won't make it."
Before the general mood on the Victoria Punk could plummet again, the navigator chimed in, holding binoculars in front of his eyes.
"Ours won't, but theirs will."
He pointed towards the open sea, and they all squinted their eyes to see better.
Very far away, at the horizon, they could make out a ship. The white sails with the blue bird logo were prominent against the setting sun and Kid started laughing lowly.
"What a fucking coincidence", he sneered.
It was a coincidence. The marines weren't looking for anything special, just patrolling the New World. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Note: Ok I still haven’t read the newest chapter of Captain’s Log because I want conditions to be PERFECT for my read lol
But I would like to humbly submit this thot:
The 501st come back to Coruscant for some much needed R&R. The boys are once again planning some shenanigans at 79’s. They invite Rex, but nobody is surprised when he declines their invitation to file paperwork and get a good night’s rest. Of course, they give him a hard time - booing him playfully and making fun of his inability to have fun.
What they don’t know is that Rex’d been secretly seeing a Holonet News staffer for months. After shaking them off, he sprints to your apartment, comming you on the way there. The lift ride up your high rise feels like a lifetime.
As soon as he rings your bell and your door swishes open, he throws off his helmet to kiss you hungrily. He backs you into a wall, grabbing fistfuls of your ass and kneading your breast as you moan into his mouth. He’d thought about you the whole campaign and he can’t help his desperation after the long trip back to the Triple Zero.
And it’s not like you don’t feel the same. Because you’re pawing at his chest, hands roaming frantically, trying to find the damn clasps. You both stumble into the bedroom, lips only parting to shed pieces of clothing. There’s no time to turn off the lights and set the mood. As soon as you’re both naked, he’s pressing you up against the wall and lifting you up by your thighs, fucking up into you as his hands and hips pin you in place.
Meanwhile, Fives and Echo are crammed into an air taxi with Kix, but they’re stuck in some bullshit traffic, arguing about whether or not they should have taken the train. then Fives goes quiet and his eyes are just wide and Echo is like “what are you looking at??”
he and Kix follow his line of sight to an apartment building. The lit room is like an exhibit against the backdrop of darkness and they can all clearly see two people fucking.
“Holy karking shit — is that…Rex?!”
B EIDICIWIDIE EX FUCKING CUSE ME nndkxisixiwiaie THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY BIGGEST FANTASIES/KINKS IM GOING TO FAINT !!!!
whoops I wrote more:
Your entire front is pressed against the transparisteel window of your room, knowing full well anyone passing by could see you both. Your apartment isn’t that far from the transport lanes below and at this time of day, the suns setting and the waning light of dusk illuminates every single thing that could be going on inside.
Rex’s fists are in your hair, pulling your face back enough for him to watch your expressions with every ruthless snap of his hips. Both of you had gone too long without seeing each other between his long missions and your long nights at Holonet News headquarters. So that ultimately led to how you were now, absolutely tearing into each other passionately.
You were whining and whimpering and calling his name louder with each thrust, the throbbing width of him hitting a spot so deep inside your guts it made you see stars. “Rex…more. More. Please. Harder. I can take it. Please.” You begged, tears of ecstasy dripping down your cheeks as the overwhelming feeling of erotic delight coursed through you.
His fist in your hair maneuvered your head back and onto his shoulder, the center of his broad, powerful hips driving himself upward to split you open more. “I know you can. Ner mesh’la…such a good girl. You must look so fucking good out that window. Turn back around. Show the whole planet how pretty you are when I’m fucking you.” He grunted, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to push your breasts against the window.
He buried his face in your neck and nipped and sucked deep purple hickies all along the skin, smoothing over each one with his fingertips curling a possessive grip around you now. You smiled and giggled in delight as the swell of pleasure rushed to your core to meet his thrusts, a cascading, warm tingling overwhelming your insides. “So good Rex. You’re so good. I love it. I love when you fuck me…want everyone to see how much…” you mutter, the words catching in your throat as his last jerk into your pussy took your breath away.
“That’s right. Proud of how good my girl takes her Captain. Just want to show you off. Nobody takes my cock better than you, mesh’la. I can’t stop thinking about how you feel. The whole..fuck- the whole fucking mission..stars you’re so tight…” He tossed his head back and moaned, his hands sliding down to lift your leg and plow in harder.
Suddenly, your eyes locked with a familiar sight you absolutely weren’t expecting. 501st blue. Men you recognized. Rex’s men. You slammed your palm on the window to get Rex’s attention and pointed to where Fives, Kix and Echo were staring with jaws dropped up in disbelief at their Captain balls deep in a display so lewd even they couldn’t imagine it. “Rex…they can see us. Your-” you close your eyes and moan illicitly as his pounding cock hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and sends molten pleasure rocketing through your core. “Rex- your men! Should we stop?” You offered, turning to look over your shoulder at him.
His eyes were wild, pupils dark and lids heavy with lust. A dark, determined and almost ferocious scowl deepened on his face and he smirked back at you. Suddenly, his face was directly beside yours, one arm circling around your waist as he positioned your hips perfectly to rub your clit between his fingers. “Never. Give them a show, mesh’la. You’re mine and now they’ll know it. So let’s show them how only a Captain can make you come this good.” He growled, a final snap of his hips making your throbbing walls collapse around him.
The blinding heat of arousal exploded in your belly as you turned to meet the gaze of men that would never in a million years guess their Captain was capable of something this lascivious. Your mouth dropped open in pleasure as Rex’s name spilled out loud enough to be heard over any of the transport lane traffic passing by below. The numbing sensation washed over you and made all the muscles in your body tense under Rex’s overwhelming touch. His hands held you against the glass, his chest pressed into your spine as he thrust one, two, three times more. You writhed under him as your vision went spotty but your eyes stayed open to watch his men drooling over you in utter disbelief.
You could feel his cock twitch in your wall’s vice grip, warm spurts of his own sticky release filling up the empty space eagerly awaiting his return from his last tour of duty. Your fluttering walls coaxed every last drop of him inside you and you felt him shake violently before resting his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. He panted softly, ghosting gentle kisses along your shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours on the window.
He giggled in satisfaction, giving his boys still blinking up in shock at us from their taxi a mock salute. “Look at them. Bunch of jealous di’kuts. I’m putting them on desk duty tomorrow for staring at you too long.” He lifted his head, the warm, loving brown eyes sparkling with pride and happiness now that he’d spent all his energy with exactly the person he needed.
You leaned in and kissed him passionately, your hand resting on the side of his cheek. “Don’t be too hard on them, Rex. I think they’re just surprised by how you’re spending your shore leave.” You giggled, massaging away the cute grumpy angry scowl on his brow now. “You’re just not as by the book as they thought. And that’s good. That’s what makes you such a respectable and…talented Captain.”
Later on, when Rex gets back to barracks with you in tow, Fives, Kix and Echo can barely make eye contact. Rex stops in front them and demands they stand at attention. “I think we can all be mature here and…keep this under wraps.”
“I’d hope you kept it wrapped.” Kix said raising his brows suggestively and trying desperately to keep a straight face.
Echo snorted, closing his eyes to keep from bursting into laughter.
“Hey! Uncalled for…” Rex countered, pointing a scolding finger at Kix.
“What’s gotten into you, Captain?” Echo asked, taking a deep breath and trying to swallow down the hysterical laughter.
“Oh we know exactly what, well- who he’s been getting into.” Fives quipped, finally making the other two lose it with laughter.
You looked at Rex, his face blushing 10 shades redder than usual and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He ran his palm down his face, totally unamused by the three clowns he had to manage.
You giggled and kissed his cheek, “don’t worry, baby. After what they’re going to hear from us later tonight, we’ll see just who’s laughing. They’ll be begging you for pointers, Rex.”
The three men shut up as you dragged Rex by the hand back toward his barracks for more.
#captain rex thots#captain rex x you#captain Rex x reader#captain rex drabble#asks and thots#B I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS !!!!$$#tw: exhibitionism
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Opinion on the fact Sam and Colby have not unfollowed Wilbur Soot? I'm seeing multiple people very angry and disappointed in them for that.
Plus a lot of people seem to think they should speak on Palestine for some reason? They're ghost hunters, don't force them to speak on something they know nothing about people.
i'm gonna have some unpopular takes, so just a heads up to a lot of ppl. if you don't agree, totally fine. but i'm not hear to argue on this bc this is just how i feel.
first off, fuck wilbur. he's a dick. that being said, i give literally no shits whatsoever if snc are following him. for one thing, it's not like snc are besties with the guy. they collabed once, and then almost literally never mentioned that collab again. not to mention, snc have never been one to follow the train of "unfollow this person right now" so idk why this fandom thinks things are gonna be different this time around.
i hope they eventually unfollow him, but i'm not gonna hold my breath or even care to remember if and when they do or don't. bc that's how little i think about this.
and as for palestine, i'm of the belief that if content creators want to use their voice, awesome. if not, idc. i'm not going to snc for political or world news updates. i would assume they don't like that a genocide is happening, but i don't care which way or the other they feel about it. they are not what's important here. palestinians are what's important. freeing palestine is what's important.
unless snc have some direct connection to the president, their word means nothing. it's not like israel's government is gonna go "oh, two random influencers from kansas said ceasefire now? well shit, i guess we gotta stop genociding."
ppl are upset at the wrong thing. be upset at your government not calling for a ceasefire. be upset that we keep giving money to the idf. respectfully, what the fuck are snc supposed to do about it??? they aren't that rich or powerful. not to mention you are making a genocide about yourself by centering this whole thing on "well snc, who are MY faves, aren't saying anything and I don't like that"
not everything is about you. hate to be the bear of bad news, but some ppl that you stan have opinions you don't agree with. have values you don't agree with. you will never find someone that is 100% on the same path as you. accepting that reality sooner rather than later will help you in the long run.
god this is the dumbest shit, i swear. ppl are literally dying, being slaughtered, and you're concerned about what snc think??????? LOG OFF. holy shit.
(also none of this was directed at you, anon. just using the general term of 'you')
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[The following is a transcript of an interaction that was recorded about a day ago. This took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and the now-identified Jasper Rush.]
R: Ah, is this- it is. Okay. Ruth Shirbon, Lostfield Reporter, August 6th, 2023. Currently in…? What looks like part of Lostfield Park. Uh. And it looks like maybe there’s some sort of creature in the water. So I’m gonna get closer and figure out if it- oh. No. Yeah, that’s a log. God… fffffucking dammit.
R: Okay. Yeah, fine. Whatever. I don’t even care. I didn’t want to find Lostfield Nessie anyway. [Extremely heavy disappointed sigh.] I guess I’ll turn this o- huh? What i- HOLY SHIT ARE THEY OKAY?? [Wind rushing against the mic, aggressive footsteps]
[Sudden water sloshing sounds.]
R: Oh my god, are yo- ACK!! WHAT THE HELL-
???: Fucking shit ow! The hell are you pulling my fucking hair for? Oh shit it’s... way less bright then before.
[The person Ruth has pulled out of the water has HORNS.]
R: [Spluttering. Then some sort of shifting sound, and there’s a brief splash again.]
[A briefer, more harsh sloshing as the other speaker shouts annoyed swears, and fabric shifting. The speaker stands at this point.]
???: What the fuck is your issue? [Noted hostility and what sounds like almost a growl to it.]
R: You- You’re-
???: Really fucking pissed to be woken up like that?
R: A DEMON!! ANOTHER ONE! HAH! I KNEW THERE WERE MORE THINGS IN THE WOODS!! CHASE SAID NOT TO GO LOOKING FOR THEM BECAUSE IT WAS STUPID AND RECKLESS BUT I WAS RIGHT!! TAKE TH- Right, you’re still here, erm. [Throat clearing.]
???: What? Who are you talking...-
R: I should be asking you the questions, actually. What exactly are you doing outside of the facility? I know about the Showfall demons, for the record, so don’t try to hide it.
???: [Noted the demon sounds amused by something] Oh, you do, do you now? Ok, well if you insist. I’m looking for a restaurant.
R: [Seems to puff out their chest a bit at the first comment.] Yes! I have it all figured out! That’s… what they all say, but. When I say it it’s, uh, different. Yeah. [She clears her throat.] But, uh. What. A restaurant? Why.
???: [The demon at this point should be noted to grin at her, an obvious threat display that shows all the sharp fangs!] Because I figure you’d prefer I eat prepared meat to eating your fucking liver while you’re still alive, considering how rudely you just grabbed me while I was sleeping.
R: [Sounds… slightly more uneasy, but persists.] Oh, wait, you’re bluffing. I live with a demon, demon, you can’t fool me. And! Also! I thought you were some normal guy drowning! What did you want me to do, leave you there to die!
???: Do the teeth look like a fucking bluff thing I’m doing? Does it look like I’m a fucking herbivore, whatever the fuck other ‘demon’ you have hanging out with you? [There's a rustling as the demon moved closer, and it's audible when the demon snaps their teeth in the general direction of the recorder]
???: Seems like no one else really cared or noticed either way, your the fucking weird one here.
R: [Sandy terrain crunching as they presumably back up a bit more onto solid ground, away from the demon.] Hey, back off, man. It’s fine. You don’t have to go all “oh I can so eat you”, alright? I like, totally believe you, or whatever.
???: You make it very tempting, despite my promise not to bring attention to myself, you sarcastic little shit.
R: [Holds up her hands.] Alright, sorry. But- if you do eat, uh, people. Then like… How is that for you, I guess. Also why do you need to eat people but Chase doesn’t? [Quiet gasp.] Oh no, does it?? Crap, have I been feeding it wrong this whole time?? Augggh, but where am I gonna find human meat anyways-
???: Shut up a second, would you? I don’t need to eat people, meat in general really. It isn’t exclusively people all the time. It’s a personal choice for me specifically. Also, what do you mean, it, are you still talking about a person, or I guess ‘demon’? [air quotes added by transcriber, noted they were audible in the demons voice.]
R: Oh. That’s. [Seems relieved.] That’s good. And uh- oh, crap. Did I never ask for its- [groans.] I was going to ask how I was meant to refer to i- uh, Chase, but. Did I get too caught up in the investigations, or something? [Seemingly talking more to themself slowly.] I must have just kind of assumed because of i- their nonhuman status, but, uh.
???: [Noted the demon sounds equally amused and annoyed about something] Do you think being a demon means someone doesn't have emotions either or is it just pronouns you decide are a thing that don't exist for anything not deemed human?
R: [Sucks air in through teeth.] Yeah. I. Should’ve asked. I’ll… Hold on, I can walkie talkie them right now, just gimme a second here- [bag rustling sounds.]
???: [Muttered.] Who uses walkie talkies anymore, did I wake up back in time or something?
R: [To herself.] Aha. [Then directed at the demon again.] No, but, uh. Chase doesn’t like being without updates when I’m out doing things.
???: [A pause before they speak.] Okay, this guy sounds like you're talking about a dog, but fine. Uh, hmm. I guess if you thought you knew stuff about me because of knowing a different demon, I should tell you a secret. About me, since I don't know shit about him unless I meet him.
R: [They seem intrigued.] Huh?
???: [He laughs faintly, and moves closer, voice louder and clearer with proximity to the hidden recorder] I’m technically considered a demon king.
R: Wh- Wha- [Spluttering.] REALLY?? HOLY SHIT!! THAT’S- [She clears her throat.] That’s, uh. Neat. I’m not losing my mind right now at all.
???: Also a vampire. The vampire part was first.
R: I- Oh, shit, I didn’t know hybrids of those exi- hold on, I’m writing this down. [More bag rustling.] So, wait, is this like a magic hybrid thing, or were your parents a vampire and a demon, respectively, or-
???: Vampires are a type of demon. There's different demon types. I’m a higher demon in the hierarchy. You... humans get a lot of things wrong. About so much.
R: Well… [finishes writing some very quick notes] I… will try my hardest to be the first to get it right, then. [Grin.]
???: [They snicker, and smirks back] I’m sure you will.
R: �� So, uh, do you like. Mind if I ask you some questions? It would be very helpful for my theory.
???: [Noted that they look around at the darkening sky before they answer, looking faintly curious and potentially confused by the differences in the world compared to the underworld] Your theory, sure. Maybe in the morning, if you let me stay the night or something. I’d rather not get lost like an idiot in the dark trying to go somewhere. And if you have anything I could eat that isn’t minnows, or a direction to a restaurant like I mentioned before as well.
R: [Snorts in amusement at the minnow comment.] Wait, stay the-? At my house? With me and Chase?? [Sounds intrigued but also vaguely suspicious.]
???: [Snorts, noted that he rolls his eyes] You’re already risking it all with a demon in your house, even if this... Chase probably isn’t as powerful as me. Would it make you feel better if I promised not to hurt you? [Sounds vaguely condescending, now that the transcriber is re-listening to it.]
R: I… Hold on. [They press a button on the walkie talkie.] Chase? Chase. Come in.
[Beep.] C: What? Did- Did you find the, uh, other demons, or whatever?
{Should be noted that I saw the unknown demon seem to perk up upon hearing the voice, almost like he recognized it, but even with the big grin that overtook his features I wasn’t able to decipher whether there acquaintance was positive or not.}
R: No, n- wait, I mean, YES! I did! They’re, uh, really… interesting… [Awkward one second pause.] But, uh. [They unpress the talking button for a moment.] Just so I’m not making the same mistake twice. Pronouns?
???: [The voice is like an amused purr.] How nice of you to be learning. he/him, you can call me Jasper.
R: Right. [Presses the talking button again.] Ah, he wants to know if he can stay over.
[A brief pause.]
C: No.
R: What? Oh, come on.
C: No! I don’t, uh- can he… hear this…?
J: I can... Chase. That’s very rude of you. It’ll only be for the night, and in the morning I’ll be off once your friends' questions have been satisfied. I do have things I‘m trying to do, after all. I have no intention of hiding away with you.
C: Oh-! [A pause as they mute for a second.] Ruth, are you sure you can trust this guy?
R: I mean… No. But he did say he can answer my questions, and I was calling to ask you if him promising not to hurt us meant anything, so.
C: Why would that mean anything, Ruth. Why would an actual demon saying they won’t hurt you mean literally any single thing ever.
R: I don’t know! You’re the demon here!
C: [Sigh.] Just- Whatever. He can come over.
R: Great. Thanks! [They drop the walkie talkie back in their bag.] So, uh. I guess your arrangements are made there. You have to sleep on, like, the floor though. I probably have a sleeping bag somewhere.
J: I feel as though I'd find more comfort sleeping in the bathtub, if you have one. You may have noticed, but I have no issue when it comes to sleeping underwater.
R: I did notice that- can demons, like, not drown, or something? Or is that specific to y- oh, my god, why did I not notice the tail until just now. Hello.
J: [He hums, grinning as the tail behind him lifts as he glances back at it as well, seeming amused] Did you believe every demon had the same type of tail? Or that every demon had the same skills? That’s oddly small minded, for someone who knows so much about demons.
R: I’ve only met one! And, uh. The… vaguely amphibious tail is a new one, alright, fine, but. Do you have, like, gills, or something?
J: Maybe I’ll answer that in the morning, when it's easier for you to see it clearly.
R: [Disappointed-sounding.] Oh. [Slight pause.] Well, uh, in that case. My car is… [She turns around, facing the woods and evidently trying to calculate where exactly it would be relative to here.] Uh. Somewhere in this… general direction. Past the woods. Somewhere.
J: I suppose I’ll follow you then.
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(i have no idea how OnlyFans works, so, uh, whatever. LOL thanks group chat!!!)
Heather wakes up to her phone dinging.
WAKE UP, GIRL, NEW CHIP REVIEW INCOMING, Julie’s message thread screams. Heather scrambles out of her blankets and kicks free, grabbing her laptop. He never gives them lead-up time, the asshole; they’ll get maybe five minutes before the stream goes live at all hours of the day (and night), and as a result, Heather’s had to deal with her phone notifications all night just to ensure she doesn’t miss one of the reviews.
She pulls up OnlyFans, grateful that she lives alone in a crappy studio apartment and gets her own credit card bills now, so her parents can’t see that monthly charge. Yikes. Having to explain that one would be a nightmare.
Her phone dings again. Some monstrosity from Japan that was sent to his P.O. Box.
Fucking amazing, Heather writes back.
The video starts up. It always starts empty, because Hook films all his own videos in the laziest way possible and doesn’t seem to have a camera with a count-down. He slides onto the screen in a hideous neon green sweatshirt and holds up the bag of chips, which sports three pictures of fire, something in Japanese that Heather can’t read, and in English, CALBEE KAATAGE - GRILLED SEAWEED.
“Girl, no,” Heather says to her computer screen. “What in the hell...”
Her phone lights up. The chat says someone paid $100 to get him to wear that sweatshirt.
It’s hurting my eyes!! Heather returns. At least Hook’s good looks help neutralize the glaring hue of the sweatshirt. Last week, it had been hot pink camo. Heather and Julie are planning to go in together to see if they can’t pay enough to get him to wear a sweatshirt with the bisexual flag colors.
Hook sits down on his couch that looks like he fished it out of a landfill. Really, it’s all part of his weird charm. The number of viewers along the bottom leaps up past two hundred, then three hundred, and then five hundred as everyone logs on to try and catch the latest reaction. Hook opens the bag of weird Japanese chips and takes one out, studying it for a few moments before popping it in his mouth. He chews. Heather sucks in a quick breath, afraid to move.
Then he sort of nods, frowning. “Hmm.”
Oh, he didn’t like that one! Julie’s text reads. Buuuuurn.
The feed cuts out. Heather updates the list of flavors she’s keeping on her laptop with the verdict. Then she swings her legs out of bed to get ready for work, glad that Hook decided to start the stream at a more sensible time this morning. The 3 AM ones are killing her.
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The next one is three days later. They’re starting to pick up now that everyone is sending shit to his P. O. Box, trying to track down the most insane flavors available. Heather’s already on her computer watching YouTube, so she tabs over to OnlyFans when the notification email startles her out of her reverie.
When the video starts up this time, the chip bag is in front of the camera.
Oh my god, Julie texts. Holy shit it’s the one chip challenge.
Who the fuck sent him this?? Heather writes back.
Hook settles on his couch, holds up one finger. Oh my god, he’s really going to do it. He might burn his tongue clean off, and then where would they be? Heather can’t survive without the chip reviews. Hook then holds up a glass of milk, so at least he’s smart enough to be prepared. But still, Heather is almost afraid to watch. (His sweatshirt is dotted with red hearts; definitely something someone sent in for him to wear.)
Then the chat on the side of Heather’s screen blows up, capslock for miles.
HOLY SHIT, Julie says. DANHAUSEN IS HERE.
HE SENT IT, Heather returns. YOU KNOW HE DID.
She’s pretty sure she’s right when, in the chat, Danhausen’s weird little painted-face emoji says: hook has the spicy chip! perhaps he should take his sweatshirt off?
“YES, BAE,” Heather exclaims, pumping her fists in the air.
On screen, Hook squints, focusing on the comment. Then he sighs, rolling his eyes in a grand show, before standing up and pulling the sweatshirt free over his head. The chat, as expected, goes nuts again. Hook’s been hitting the gym or something--his shoulders look broader. It’s impossible to see that under the bulky sweatshirts he wears all the time. Heather likes to focus on the tattoo near his left collarbone on the rare occasions when the stream finally nudges down a direction OnlyFans is better known for.
yes, very good, Danhausen says in the chat. Heather could kiss his weird clown emoji for making her day so much better. the fanhausens are happy now.
Hook gives the video feed a middle finger, and then pops the chip in his mouth. Chews. Furrows his brow. “Eh.”
Anticlimactic, Julie writes.
But then Hook starts coughing. Heather loses it, because it’s always the part that comes after that gets people. She laughs so hard she nearly snorts water out her nose as Hook scrambles around on the screen for the glass of milk. In his flailing, he manages to knock the whole thing over.
Oh no!! Julie’s text says.
Suddenly, Heather is afraid Hook will actually die and then her will to live will follow.
oh, oh, hold please, Danhausen says in the chat. Then he disappears, his emoji vanishing.
Hook’s stumbled off-screen, but his harsh coughs are still audible. Heather stares at the shadows along the back of his couch. In the background, a door opens, a clicking latch. Then, the sound of glass against a countertop. Mumbling that’s not at all comprehensible over the sound of Hook’s continued hacking.
Finally, Hook sits back down with a new glass of milk. It seems to help. He glares at the camera and gives the feed a thumbs down.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, Julie says. What just happened. Someone was in there with him.
Was DANHAUSEN in there with him?? Heather fires back.
OH MY GOD, Julie screams. ARE THEY DATING. IS THAT WHAT THIS IS.
The stream ends. Heather thinks she might expire.
Holy shit, she types. Holy shit. That’s why D is the only one who can ask for Hook to take his sweatshirt off without getting IMMEDIATELY banned.
We should have known he wasn’t single, Julie mourns. My whole 10-year life plan is ruined.
Yeah, Heather’s going to have to rework some things on her vision board. She sighs. But, on the flip-side, at least Hook isn’t dead, and she’ll get to keep watching the chip reviews.
It’s the little things.
#this is easily the most insane thing i have ever written#but oh ho the group chat has spoken#and this is what came out of it
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NO STRINGS ON ME - CH.6: CHOICES
“Tell me why, everything turned around
Packing up, Shacking up is all you want to do If I could
Baby, I'd give you my world
Open up, everything's waiting for you”
▸ summary: the end of a chapter
▸ characters: steve rogers, tony stark, natasha romanoff & wanda maximoff
▸ word count: 9,090
▸ warnings: angst, canon death
▸ series masterlist
The moment the quinjet was off the tower, you were hit with a sudden pain of guilt. Tony had called in to check why you weren’t on the jet with the others and while he understood certain parts of your reasoning, it didn’t stop him from sounding a little..disappointed. Which perfectly matched with how you felt about it.
This wasn’t you. This wasn’t something you’d allow someone to put you in. And yet, because of love, you allowed yourself to be pushed down and held back. All because of the worry of one person. The same person who was supposed to love you and support you. Who would want to build you up with them as equals?
Not reminding you of your place in all this. Reminding you how you don’t have powers, or a super suit or don’t have the right training. You’ve worked hard enough as is and you’ve helped save the world once before. No, you’re not doing the great power move that would end the battle, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do the most to help out. There were people who needed so much help. And yet, you’re stuck in the tower like a damn princess waiting for her white knight.
Well, FUCK THAT.
Before you could even comprehend what you were going to do, you found yourself upstairs racing into Tony’s office. The speed of your fingers were typing was beyond average, making you believe even more that you should have just gone with your gut instinct. “Come on, please let the password be easy.” You groaned, typing in different answers like your birthday, Tony’s birthday, and even the debut date of AC/DC all into your decryption keys. The familiar iron man logo suddenly popped up as it finally logged in. “Yay!” You mused quietly, immediately opening up his newest designs folder. He had several works in the process, but you knew it was most likely additions for his suits.
“Boss, might I make a suggestion?”
The sudden voice of Tony’s newest AI hummed into the room, nearly causing you to fall out of the plush computer chair. “Holy shit, you scared me!“ you laughed, pushing yourself back up. “What was your name again?”
“FRIDAY ma’am.”
“Alright, FRI, what do you suggest?”
The screen is quick to click into the folder towards the bottom, showing you designs of one of Tony’s unmade creations. “Considering you’re without a suit ma’am. I thought it’d be a better idea to show you something Mr. Stark had come up with the design in case of any quick fight he might come across.” The design is thrown up in a hologram before you, giving you a better look at its whole design.
“Why haven’t I seen him make anything like this before?”
“The boss seemed to have filed this up for later projects to work on since he planned on retiring soon.
Turning it around, FRIDAY displays a sort of wrist band that would extend over into the palm of the hand and turn into glove-like repulsors. Its power source would come from the back of the hand with mini arc reactors, and be sustainable on its own. Reading over the data, you tried to figure out the mechanics of it all, using your best knowledge of reading things with Tony these past few years. “Is there any way to see if we can start up the trial for this right now?”
“Yes, Boss. The lab is started up for you whenever you’re ready to begin.”
You’re about to get up and make your way to the elevators when you forget one minor detail. You’re not an engineer. “Shit,” you land back down in the chair, looking over the screen again. “FRI, is there any possible way for us to bring in an engineer from Stark Industries?”
“The current ETA for one of the engineers to come in today would be approximately thirty minutes to an hour.”
“Which would be more time wasted when they try to figure out Tony’s workshop.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Groaning, you rubbed at the temples of your head as you stared over at the screen. It was always so much easier to create coding and programs that could hack into files. Why couldn’t creating things be just as easy? Why couldn’t you just make a program that could do the work for you?
“Boss? Might I make another suggestion?”
“You’re already on a roll, FRI, what else do you got for me?”
The screen changed in front of you to a connection link. All the labs command codes and keys were shown in front of you, making you stare confused at the screen until the AI spoke again. “From my data it’s said you have more expertise in creating program files used in hacking and other softwares.”
“That’s correct.”
“So perhaps instead of waiting for an engineer you could create a program to make one of the boss’s robots to do the work for you?”
You sat back against the chair, looking at the air as if FRIDAY were in front of you. “Oh my God. You’re literally a blessing.” Typing away into the computer, you begin the makings of a running program and set up the data to mix into the coding. “FRIDAY, I hope you’re ready. We got some work to do.”
The amount of times your quick program managed to fail was enough to nearly make you rip your hair out. But thankfully, with FRIDAY’s help, and the appearance of DUM-E (2.0) being there in support, you managed to do it. The program ran smoothly during the two test runs and you were excited to slip the bands onto your wrists.
“I think we’re ready to go.”
“There’s no other color choice you’d like to add on before we close up, boss?”
You looked over the details, the iconic red and golden details that usually ended up on Tony’s works. Smiling over it, you settled on the idea of being a part of his team. The brand of your family. To change it would just feel wrong.
“No, it’s perfect as is.” Exiting the lab, you made your way back into the locker room, grabbing hold of the original outfit you were going to change into originally. It was a little bit tighter than your regular outfits, Natasha was incredibly fit and curvier than you in different places.
But the thicker lining of the suit was enough to protect you right away from any immediate strikes and had very flexible joints. You glanced over at the mirror and smiled at the way you looked. Acting like a superhero wasn’t ever anything you had in mind for you. Even after the battle of New York, and the fall of SHIELD, it all felt so weird for you.
But fixing the wrong that your own family caused, and hopefully saving the people of Sokovia, it felt like the right thing to do. Like maybe this could be the lifestyle you could work for if you gave it a chance. The only difference is, would you do good? Could you do this?
Tapping at your wrists, you looked down at the hard work you just sped through to do this. If you went for this, it wasn’t going to be about you, it was going to be to go and help the people that needed it. They had to come first. You have to have the willpower to do things that are right. All you had to do was actually go through with it.
Reaching for your phone, you type in the number of the only person you knew could ever rely on without question. The one voice that would help you make your decision before you changed your mind. It was only one ring before they finally picked up.
“I knew you’d miss me, Princess. It’s about time you called your best friend.”
“I didn’t call Natasha though.” You smiled, happy to hear the sound of Sam’s voice again. The man on the other line let out an old man type cough.
“Well then let’s say your best guy friend then.”
“Sounds fair.” You hummed, trying to beat around the bush. Sam hearing the hesitance in your tone cuts in for you.
“If you’re calling me while I’m away helping at home, you must have something important to ask me.”
Smiling at his response, you sighed into the phone before speaking again. “Back in Krosno, when I wanted to go on my own. You were so easy to say yes. And even when we came back you were still okay with it despite Steve and Tony yelling at you about it…why?”
Sam seemed to mull his answer over on the other side, humming into the phone. It almost felt like a minute before he spoke up again. “It’s not like I have some big answer. It’s easy for me to say yes because I trust you, Scout.”
“..Really?”
“Of course! Since the day I met you, eh, well the second time I got to meet you, all you did was prove just how much of a badass you were. Not only did you sneak into HYDRA and pose as them to get to Steve, you went off to battle on your own to cover for Hill. I’m not saying it worked out perfectly, but if there’s anything you’ve proven to me it’s that you’re someone who strives to do their best, no matter what might happen. It’s dangerous in our line of work, but the loyalty and heart you put in is even greater, I’d say.”
You couldn’t help but sniffle at his words. It was like he was telling you all you had hoped someone saw you as. “It doesn’t matter that I’m not superhuman or with a body of armor? You still think I’m all that?”
“Trying to be a good person doesn’t need you to have an arsenal or powers. It just matters that you put in the heart. And girl, you got a big heart.”
“Sam if you were here right now I’d hug the shit out of you.”
His deep laugh brings a smile to your face. “Well, I’d hug the shit out of you back. Just do me a favor, kid. If you’re doubting yourself over…well over a guy..don’t. Because I personally think you’re great as you are, don’t ever change.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Good, now go and do whatever it is you’re holding yourself back from.”
You say a quick goodbye before Sam interrupts you for one final needed word. “And princess, don’t forget to kick some ass.”
TEXT MESSAGE [ TO: Maria Hill ❤️ ]
YOU: Maria! Do you guys have room for one more?
MARIA: We got room for a whole city. You ready for a fight?
YOU: Let’s go kick some robot ass!
YOU: Meet me at the tower roof in ten?
MARIA: Can do you better, we can be there in five. See you soon, Scout. x
The agents around you setting up for arrival kept giving you weary looks. Ever since Maria told you this would be the only thing you could use to make your way onto the battlefield, everyone seemed to tense up. Especially when she had to give you a crash course.
Which, a crash course on riding a motorcycle did seem like a lot. But you had work to do and needed to get some good distance fast. And after one test run around the hanger door, you had to hope that it’d be good enough.
“We’re approaching the city now, Scout. It’s pretty bad.” Maria’s sharp voice filled in your ears, you had only a small clue of how it looked from the tempad you borrowed.
“It’s a good thing we’re here then. I’m ready whenever you guys are.”
Tapping at the back of your wrists, you check over the weapon before pulling out your phone to check in for connection. The comms link with FRIDAY sort of died out when you left the tower. You hoped that when you finally reached close enough to Tony you could connect back with her.
There’s a clicking sound in your ear and you’re excited to hear a familiar voice. One you had been worried about for hours now.
“..I didn’t say we should leave…There’s worse ways to go.”
You shake your head, hating the idea of Natasha being so casual about a possible final moment. Kicking the pedal off the bike, you drag it closer to the hangar opening, waiting for when the doors could open.
“Where else am I gonna get a view like this?”
“Glad you like the view, Romanoff. It’s about to get better.”
As if on Fury’s cue, the engines of the helicarrier seemed to roar as it made it to the arrival point. Welcoming the floating city with it’s glory. The jolt of excitement and nervousness filled your stomach as you straddled the seat.
“Nice, right? Pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. Found a little hitch hiker along the way. She’s dusty, but she’ll do.”
“Fury, you son of a bitch.” You’re about to point out the remark about his language when Fury beats you to the punch.
“Ooh! You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
The lifeboat you’re on begins to disengage, rumbling a bit as it lifts off from the helicarrier. It takes you a wobbly second to balance yourself but you manage to keep steady as it lands to the ground with a thud.
Natasha seemed to be the only one who managed to figure out your arrival. “Wait, what did Fury mean when he said they found a hitch hiker?” Smiling a bit to yourself, you kick start the bike, giving a finger salute to the agent by the door that you were ready.
“Agent Romanoff, you miss me?” You said calmly, watching the sunlight begin to fill into the room as the doors opened up. Without another chance to think about it, you gripped at the handle of the bike and jet off into the city.
“No way! FRIDAY blast Shoot to Thrill in the comms.” Tony giggled, almost giddy with excitement.
“FRIDAY ignore that. Scout, are you insane?!” Steve gasped. Surprised to see your entrance. You would reply back to him about how you probably were when you looked up to see a herd of Ultron bots coming at you.
Thankfully, you were expecting to be a quick target while the other agents began to load up the citizens onto the boat. It was terrifying but you amplified the speed, feeling the front wheel begin to shake a bit as you focused on the drive ahead. “Tony, I’m dragging the bots away from the front lines. Think you can give me a lift?”
“Anything for you, kid.”
It took about a minute for him to arrive, flying above you as you neared closer to the herd that was running towards the boats. Clicking on the pad in the middle, you set off the timer for the bomb that Maria had installed on it before slowly attempting to crouch onto the seat of the bike. “Okay, Tony! In three, two, ONE!”
Jumping up, your caught instantly into metal arms and shooting back up into the sky just in time to watch as the bike rams into the group of bots, sending some flying, and some staggering over close enough to be exploded by the bomb.
Tony carefully flies you back over towards the boats and sets you down on the ground before he finally looked at you. “Holy shit, Sprout. You’re finally a power ranger.” He teased, popping up his helmet to give you his signature smile.
Winking at him you give him a little show of your newest addition.
“Hey, those are coo- Wait! Those are my designs you little thief!” He pulled at your hand, staring shocked at seeing his work actually being completed. “How did you do this?”
“Well believe it or not, DUM-E is actually more capable of doing good work than you had him doing. Especially with the right programming.”
Before he could say anything else, another bot dropped in before you two. Raising your hand up, you show off a little bit and aim over at the machine, blasting it with power from your palms before it finally shuts down.
“Oh, I want a pair of those.” He muttered before he leaned in to press a kiss on top of your head. “Glad to have you here. I think we finally got a winning team.” He smiled before lowering his helmet and raising himself back in the air. He shot a two finger salute before finally leaving the area.
You didn’t even get to make a full turn around before another pair of arms gripped at your shoulders. A very disgruntled Steve was looking down at you, using his hands and eyes to also check over your body. “You Starks are actually going to be the death of me.” He muttered before he shook his head and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. It was a lot more welcoming than you imagined, making you comfortable enough to kiss him back before he pulled away to ask a question. “What happened to staying behind?”
Sighing, you stared at him seriously before you shrugged your shoulders. Before this you had such a big game on how you’d tell Steve off or even just be bitchy towards him. But considering how tired and haggard him and the people of Sokovia looked, it didn’t feel right to approach things that way.
“I changed my mind. You guys are in need of help, and I need to give it.” Taking his hand in yours, you ignore the dirt and kiss the knuckles gently. “Let me help, Steve.” The blonde opened up his mouth, most likely to give a rebuttal when your shoulders are grabbed again to spin in a different direction.
“Cолнышко (little sun)! You’re in my suit, shooting at robots, and looking hotter than I’ve ever seen you. MARRY ME.” Natasha gasped, pulling you into a tight hug. Seeing her brought such a relief over you that your arms had a mind of their own as they wrapped around her. It felt good to have her back again.
“I’m glad you’re okay, лисичка (little fox). Sorry about the suit, needed something with good protection.“
“Don’t apologize. This is the best thing I’ve seen in days.” She chuckled before pulling back. “Rogers might say otherwise but we could use you here. Keep the civilians safe while we try and figure a way to shut it down.”
“I can definitely do that.” You promised. Glancing back you nod at Steve. “If you feel otherwise, we can fight about it later?” You offered. Steve merely shook his head before he reached out to cup your cheek gently. He couldn’t help himself as he pressed another deep kiss to your lips. It was a bit distracting and you definitely needed to sort a lot of things out with him, but it felt nice to feel the kind of warmth from Steve again.
“Just promise me you’ll stay safe? Get on the last boat as soon as it’s cleared, okay?”
Smiling up at him you nodded your head, feeling a bit of weight off your shoulders as he let you go to march up beside Natasha. The two gave you one last look of anxiousness before they were off to go and meet up with the others. Two agents approached you as they let you know more boats would be coming.
Checking at your bands again, you made sure everything was right lining up with the other agents. Ready to hold things down while the team worked together to save the city.
It felt like the fight was going on for much longer than you were imagining it. Between holding off the bots from coming aboard and hurting the civilians, to making sure they were all boarding up, it left you feeling exhausted. But every time you felt winded or began to slow down, you were reminded how they wouldn’t be like this in the first place had your family not meddle into things.
“Scout, how’s the clearing going out there?” The worry tone of Steve’s pulled you back into focus. A couple of children with their parents following behind rushed towards you, before you could point them over to the boat, you noticed the red eyes of a bot close behind them. “Duck down!” You yelled. Once they did, you held out your hands, shooting towards the bot till it crumbled down to the ground.
“Ultron’s line of defense is going down. I think we’re almost clear here.”
“Make sure you’re on that boat, the air is getting pretty thin.” He commented, making you realize why things were suddenly becoming harder for you to do. “We’re almost wrapped up here. I’m gonna round up any stragglers. Nat and Clint should be on their way.”
“Okay, stay safe, Steve.” He chuckled in response, almost shocked by what you’d feel worried about. “I mean it, you’re not invincible.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Making your way towards the boats, you helped gather up people towards the back, saving room for any new people that might come up when you heard the roar of a car coming up. Clint exited one side of the car when Natasha sprinted off on the side.
Running up to Clint, you give him a small smile before nodding to the direction your friend went off too. “Where’s Nat heading?”
“Gotta bring in the green guy somehow. But don’t worry, she knows what she’s doing. You get inside the boat. We gotta protect precious cargo.” He winked before he ushered you in. The two of you helped keep things calm waiting at the sidelines for when the last remaining teammates would come.
“COSTEL!” The voice of a panicked women caught the both of your attention. A blonde women with a cut on her head was sitting on the floor in a panic, most likely from waking up from an attack she must have been in. “We were in the market!” She gasped, realizing her child was missing. “COSTEL!”
You didn’t even have the chance to form up a plan to search for the child with Clint before you noticed he was sprinting back towards the streets. “Barton!” You yelled out, running towards the edge of the boat for a moment. It isn’t till you squint hard enough that you saw him reach down to pick up a young boy.
“Ma’am, everything is going to be okay,” you reassured the older woman. Suddenly Thor and Steve show up from the left flank, having gotten the hopeful last round of people. Rushing up to them, Thor gives you a strained but small smile before he squeezed at your arm. “Little Lady, valiant as always.”
The sound of Tony cutting into the comms cut off the conversation. “Thor, I’m gonna need you back in the church.”
“Is this the last of them?”
Thor turned to Steve, prepared for his quick leave. Steve nodded his head, scanning the area. “Yeah. Everyone else is on the carrier.” He turned to look down at you. “Where you should be right now.”
Tony’s words cut in again, but it didn’t help ease you at all, despite the fact that you had gotten so many people on the boats. It only made your stomach tighten up.
“You know, this works, we maybe don’t walk away.”
The noise seemed to die down at his response. Thor seemed to be on the same page as Tony. “Maybe not.” Not leaving room for anymore words, Thor leaned over and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. The same kind Tony would give you when he felt affectionate. It was like he was saying goodbye almost.
“Captain,” he nodded to Steve before he smiled at you. “Little Lady, be safe.”
Not liking the tone of his words, you turned around to face Steve again. “Baby,” you gasped, reaching out for Steve. He took you in his arms instantly. “What did Tony mean we don’t walk away? Why is Thor talking like I’m not gonna see him after this. Please don’t tell me this is like New York again.”
The blonde licked over his lips, brows knitted together as he tried to think of how to respond to you. “City is coming down too fast, sweetheart. They’re gonna try their best. But they can’t do that if they don’t know you’re safe here.” Instantly you're gripping onto his arms harder, shaking your head.
Steve, sensing your desperation just simply holds onto you to try and keep you grounded. But you can’t help but push him back, pressing against the comms link in your ear. “FRIDAY, Stark comms now!” The AI didn’t even respond as it simply clicked you in.
“Sprout, I know..”
“You promised me! After New York you said you’d never do anything like this again!”
“I know..”
You covered your face, feeling the sudden mess of hot tears cover your eyes and cheeks as they poured out without permission. The two blondes beside you both try and reach out to calm you down but you can’t help but continue to shrug them off. “You can’t..I can’t lose you..”
“You won’t, it’s just a possibility. You trust me, right?”
“No! Not right now.” Shaking your head, you remind yourself that coming here wasn’t just for you. It was for the people that needed you and the team. Nothing could work smoothly if the majority of them were spent trying to console you. Not with what was at stake. “Tony, you come back to me, okay?”
“I’ll try. No one’s gonna die today. We’re gonna get through this.”
The line cut off and you could only assume that it’s because he’s approached closer to the core of the fallen city. Maybe Tony was right. He knew what he was doing, there was no wormhole, Ultron’s bots were all practically gone, and the last boat was just about ready to take off. So why did you have this horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach?
The hovering noise of a stolen quinjet interrupts the sounds around you. It whirred up only for a minute before your vision is covered with Steve’s shield. “Look out!” He yelled. The sounds of multiple shots were all that deafening to your ear before Steve pressed your face against his chest, muffling part of the sound.
It’s only a few seconds after that the sound stops, Thor shoots off into the air, and Steve lets you go to dash forward. Your feet running up to keep up with him when you noticed just where he went to.
“Oh my God.” You whispered. Down on the ground, with multiple wounds to his body, was the speedster himself, Pietro. When you were about to ask how someone like him could have gotten hit, you noticed that just before him was Clint and the small boy.
Not saying anything else, Steve reached down to pick up Pietro’s body, holding him with a gentle touch as he carried him over to the boat. You couldn’t help but picture Wanda in your head. The girl had been a pain in your side and she hated you just the same. But now she was truly alone. The horrible worry you had just moments ago with your own brother became a reality for her.
Following Steve, you watched as he laid down the body, stepping back to stare down at Pietro. Reaching for his hand, you shake your head, unsure what to even say to him. The two of you run back to the edge, needing to see the rest of the team by now. There was absolutely no more room for loss on your side.
From the way Steve gripped onto your hand, you knew he felt the same way.
“We have to tell her, she can’t see him like this.” Steve said quietly, probably feeling the same guilt you did in your chest. Neither of them or their country would be like this if the Avengers hadn’t come into the world.
“With their bond..she probably already knows.” He tugged you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. Scanning back out, the two of you only had a second of checking the area once more before the world underneath you both shifted. Grabbing hold of you, Steve quickly jumped in the air, landing you both onto the edge of the boat just in time before the city began to make its descent.
The aftermath of Sokovia’s fall was hard. Many of the people were left homeless, orphaned, and even sick from all the chaos and destruction that happened. Neighboring countries had opened up their borders for refugees, having the funds from Stark Industries and other relief funds to aid those into housing. But the loss of Pietro and the disappearance of Bruce left the team shaken up.
Some parts of the world say it was a win, some would say it was another tally against the Avengers. Wondering just how much good in the world they actually do.
Pepper tried her best from back home to give some insight into how the PR team could handle it. But for the most part, it was easier to let things play out on their own instead of stepping into it. Surprisingly enough, Tony had a back up plan for the team.
A compound outside the city, away from the business, and away from any real prying eyes. There, the Avengers and fellow agents who worked with them could get their real job done. It was a new home for the team. The same team which would be extending today. At least that was what you were hoping for.
Later on when you and everyone made it back to the States, it was kind of hard to get alone time with Steve. Everyone had to be checked, debriefed, and medically cleared before anything could be progressed forward. Tony again had a small talk with you, coming clean about this being the last of his meddling and hopefully the semi good note to end his career on.
Natasha had gone sort of quiet on the ride back. Mumbling only small answers to you now and then as she tried to come to terms with Bruce’s departure. The unfortunate part to it all was that you had no right words for her. It was odd and hard to accept that he would just leave like that. Especially since he left Natasha. Doing your best friend dirty that you almost wanted to use all the technology you could to hunt him down.
Steve was…difficult. At first the two of you had been pretty close once you came home. Giving only small talks to each other while you both navigated on the move. Packing up what you needed before trying to settle in at the compound. The status of your relationship felt pretty up in the air. Only becoming more awkward when you heard Steve said he’d room on the same side as Sam.
Leaving you somewhere between Wanda and Natasha’s room.
So here you were now, holding onto the closed box in hand as you made your way to Steve’s room. It only took one knock for him to open up the door. He had sent you a text earlier saying he would be going to sleep early, but you managed to sneak over right after his reply in hopes of getting in a quick word. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, opening up to let you in.
“Did you not get my text?”
“I did, I’m sorry to come anyway it’s just…we need to talk.”
He gestured for you to sit down at the edge of his bed. The anxiety you had been building up for the past couple of days came back to you now. Making it hard to get words out. Steve decided to take the less than confrontational approach and tapped at the box beside you. “You bringing me a gift?“
“It’s for Wanda actually..I just wanted to give her something to help…settle I guess.” He nodded his head, understanding why you’d want to bring a little peace offering towards her. Reaching out, he clasped his hands with yours.
“It’s been rough around here. I was hoping things would calm down but with us..”
“We still have our own little battle huh?”
He chuckled a bit, agreeing with you for once. “Yeah, it would seem so.” Suddenly, he dropped your hand, choosing instead now to pace in front of you. “ I realize now that I shouldn’t have told you what to do. But you have to realize why I didn’t want you there.”
“What do you mean, Steve? I did great. I helped save a lot of people.”
“You did. But it was still so dangerous for you to be there. It could have gone so much worse..you could have.”
“I could have ended up like Pietro.”
It was true, despite the powers he had, Pietro still fell in fate's clutches. Leaving behind a heavy mark on all of you. Steve stopped to cast his eyes down on the ground. He brought Pietro into the team, feeling the burden on him. “I feel so guilty. I can’t get the look of his eyes out of my face.” He whispered softly, making you wonder if he was holding back a cry.
Standing up now you reached out to cup his face, forcing him to look over at you. “We knew what could happen when we all went in.” His hands reached up to place on top of yours.
“I couldn’t live the next day if it had been you. Knowing you’re someone who jumps in to help no matter what might happen to you. I could never..” his breath shuddered, making his voice waiver. “I could never lose you.”
“You won’t. I just..I want to help you, Steve. If I’m fighting alongside you then nothing could happen to me. We’d be a great team.”
“I lost Bucky, Pietro, and so many solider before, Scout. I can’t even handle their memories. If I lost you then I’d.. I don’t know.”
Your heart breaks at his words. Hating how much he put on his shoulders for things that were basically out of his hands. Especially when your safety wasn’t always going to be an issue.
“I’m not going anywhere, Steve. And if you’re worried I’m not strong enough then let me train with you! Like we used to in SHIELD.”
“SHIELD almost took you away from me. I couldn’t even help you.”
He pulled back frustrated. The frown on his face grew only worse the more he thought about it. “Then the other day you came and I knew we needed more help. God, you did so good. But I couldn’t get you out of my head. There was so much going on that I almost couldn’t focus.”
“Everyone was like that. A lot happened that day. But we worked together, like you said.”
“And we still lost someone..”
You couldn’t think of a way to help relieve him of that guilt. All you could think about was ways for you guys to try and move forward. “Let me join, let me be more prepared. We can all try this new team out together. Wouldn’t that be better than just worrying every time?”
“There won’t be another time, Scout.”
“Okay so no there won’t always be falling cities. But there’s small missions I can join to help you guys. And maybe I can work with Wanda on beating harder enemies. Nat and I are always a good-“
“There won’t be another time because you’re not allowed to join the team.”
The room grew quiet. Leaving the sound of your heavy breath as you stared up shocked at Steve. Was he really going to do this? “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m being completely serious. I can’t manage a team with you in it. I’ll be worried all the time and..work relationships just don’t work out. It always ends bad.”
You staggered back, unsure when this negativity had taken so much control over Steve. He always liked how hard you worked at SHIELD. He asked you just a couple of months about joining in with Sam. What changed? Was there something you did that made him want to push you away from this part of his life?
“Steve don’t do this.. don’t hold me back.”
“I’m not. I’m keeping you safe at home.”
“You wouldn’t do this to any of your other friends.”
He reached out to grab your hand, looking at the palm of your hand as he traced the scar from when you cut yourself at New York. The day you had to escape from Loki. “You’re not only that, you’re my girlfriend.”
“You say it like I can’t be both. I get that you’re worried, but train me, help me, just don’t shut me down.” You pulled your hand away from him, causing his vision to snap up to you. The look of his face was torn, almost like he was in pain doing this. But he seemed hell bent on not wanting to give you a reason why.
“Look at what being an avenger did to Tony. It nearly destroyed his life with Pepper apart. The same would happen to you. Having you in this life of work has only gotten you hurt, frightened, and nearly killed. I won’t let that happen again.”
“I thought you said I wasn’t like Tony. You were proud that I was different from him.”
“You are different. But I think you clearly need help in stopping from making the same mistakes as him.”
Tears flooded your vision and you absolutely hated that you’re trying to plead with Steve while looking so wrecked. But you went on, pressing your fingers against his chest as you fought back. “You don’t get to make those kinds of decisions for me! This is my life, not just the one I share with you. Why do you think it’s okay for you to go off on missions and leave me here in New York to worry about you? Why is it so okay for you to progress but not me?”
“I’m the leader of this team! I think I get a pretty good say in what should happen in it.” His nose flared as he tried to control his frustration from coming out. Placing his fidgety hands on his hips instead of reaching out for you again. “I’ve been going on missions for a while now and you never said anything before. Why bring it up now?”
“That’s because before I didn’t realize that I love you!”
Like before, the confession has him taken back. Making his breath hitch and eyes go wide as he took in your words again. “Steve,” you sighed, stepping closer to him. “Is that the same reason you want me to stay? Because you love me?” It had to be that. The amount of panic and desperation in his command for you to stay back had to be because of love. Otherwise, there was truly no way around this.
“I told you before, sweetheart. I-…I need time to figure that out.”
“Oh my God, if it’s not because you love me, then what is the reason, Steven?”
He shakes his head, not knowing how to respond. But his silence is enough for you to come to terms with your own decision. “So that’s it then. You don’t love me, but you wish for me to stay back as your doting girlfriend while you go help the world.”
“I’m not asking for you to do much…just stay here safe.You can send us data like you wanted to back at SHIELD. You don’t need to do field work.”
“You’re making me go against everything I believe in, everything that I stand for. Regardless if I’m behind a screen or working to fight bad guys, I’ve never been held back.”
“You can do all that and not have to be an avenger. There’s work to do here.”
This felt completely out of character. This wasn’t the same man that you spoke with years ago, begging him to treat you like everyone else. Steve then knew how much proving your worth meant to you. It’s what helped you two bond considering he had grown up with people pushing him down and holding him back. How could he be doing this to you now? What made him so scared now to let you grow?
It isn’t till he says your real name, almost sounding forgein to you these days, that you snapped out of your thoughts. “This isn’t gonna work..” you whispered, knowing full well he could hear what you’re saying. You reached over for the box on the bed, feeling its contents weigh heavy in your arms now. His hand reached out to you, brushing away the tears that continued to roll down your cheeks.
“Please don’t say that..” he replied back, sounding as solemn as you felt. “Please don’t do this. Stay here, yell at me, throw things at me, but don’t say that.”
“I’m sorry Steve, but I can’t be the girl that you want me to be.”
You marched over to the door, twisting the handle before he rushed over to hug you from behind. Pressing your body against his front. He felt like he was shaking, and while your curiosity wanted to see if he was actually crying, you knew you couldn’t look back at him. It would only make you want to stay.
“I can’t say it yet..give me time.”
“Time.” you choked out, feeling an empty laugh build up in your throat. “Well, times up, honey.” Pulling the door open you stepped out into the hall, feeling the sob build up in your throat. “It’s over.”
And with that final pair of words, you rush out into the living quarters, making your way past anyone that might have heard you from the living room and rush over to the only person that could handle your heart break right now.
Once you reached her door, you stepped inside, setting the box down on the floor as you made your way through the darkness of the room. The redhead didn’t say anything as you climbed into the bed with her. She simply opened up her arms and pulled you in close to her chest. You didn’t say anything when you felt the slightly wet patches on her shirt.
So there the two of you stayed, you rubbing Natasha’s back comfortingly, and her running her fingers gently through your hair. The only sound playing in the room was the low hum of a Don McClean song, drowning out the rest of the world as you and your friend attempted to heal.
It isn’t till the next morning that you’re able to decide what you truly want to do next. Steve had attempted to find you and talk things out. But after Natasha threatened to ‘punch the serum out of him’ he took that as a cue to give you space. Which you were thankful for, because space is what you were definitely in need of.
“What time did Tony say he was going to come?”
You glanced over at the clock by her nightstand, noting the time. “He’s probably already here.” You mused, getting up from her bed. The redhead gave off a slightly amused hum as she continued to get dressed. Today she promised that she’d start helping Steve train the new team. Something she almost backed out of when you told her about the fight. But after discussing it, you both knew there was no changing his mind. And even if he gave in and let you join, it didn’t fix all your problems with him.
“I’m going to miss you.”
She smiled a bit, stopping her zipper at just the right place before she joined you at the edge of the bed. “You shouldn’t. I’ll be here in the compound. A good twenty minutes away from you.” Leaning your head on her shoulder, you reached out to pat her leg gently.
“I think I’m going to go on vacation soon. Clear my head of this mess before I come back and try to figure out what I want to do next.”
“Want me to join you? Wouldn’t want you alone out there.”
Smiling a bit, you changed to wrap your arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze before you pulled back to face her. “Unlike me, the Avengers needs a girl like you. Keep everyone level headed from silly blonde captains.”
“I can still beat him up if you want.”
Your nose prickled at the thought, almost making you emotional all over again. “Nah, he’ll do enough of that himself, I’m sure.” Getting up finally, you stretched your body for a bit, ignoring the stiff tension from the way you slept as you got ready to leave.
“You’ll still call now and then?”
“Who else will hear me talk about new software? Tony? No thanks.” You smiled, reaching down for the box. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I got one more needed conversation to have. I’ll see you later.” The redhead simply winked at you before finishing up what she needed to do.
You on the other hand, made your way two rooms down. The door was the same as the others but gave off a tension in the air you didn’t could happen. Almost making you want to turn around and forget the gift at all. But as if she could read your nervous thoughts (which she most likely did) the door was suddenly opened. Revealing a very timid looking Wanda.
“Stark,” she sighed, sounding as tired as you looked. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to come in and talk..” The girl looked up at you a bit surprised, but nodded her head anyway as she opened up the door. Her room seemed barely touched, and a part of you wished you could help her settle in better. But none of that could be done without attempting to make peace.
“What can I do for you?” She said as she walked over to open up the curtain window. The warm sunlight felt good on your skin and you realized you were still just in your pajamas. “Hopefully not another invention?”
“No, and don’t worry about that. Tony’s lab is currently locked from him.” You joked before making your way to her. “Um, we did talk it over though. Figured as hopefully maybe as a sign of good faith with you joining that you might like…well, we just wanted to give you this.”
Her green eyes flickered to the box in your hands before she slowly reached out for it. Almost as if she was scared something might happen when she touched it. “I promise you that I personally ordered it myself and Tony paid for it.” You chuckled, hoping it’ll ease her mind.”
She opened up the box gently, pushing down the folds of the cardboard before she reached in. The long red jacket seemed to bring a small sparkle in her eye. But she didn’t seem to know what to say to the gesture, probably fighting with some inner convictions she had towards you and Tony still. Which you understood. “It’s uh, it’s to match with your powers. We thought you might want a different look to add with your uniform if you wanted…just better than Natasha’s old jacket.” You shrugged, not wanting to make it a bigger deal.
“It’s..very nice. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem..we figured it’s a start for any type of new look you might wanna do.” Standing up you pointed up to the ceiling, giving a meek smile. “FRIDAY can order just about anything you might be interested in. No limits for the Avengers so..feel free to go wild.”
When she was still quietly looking down at the jacket, using her delicate fingers to trace over the lining. Before you could filter yourself, the words spilled right out of you, making you wince a bit as you said what was on your mind. “I’m sorry for everything..”
“..Everything?”
“I feel as though my family, whether we were aware of it or not, have impacted your life in more ways than we should..and we can’t take any of it back. And..I’m sorry about Pietro.” The sound of her brother's name caused the red glow to form in her eyes before she blinked it away, looking down now as she tried to hold back tears.
“We might not have a lot in common,” you sighed, running your fingers through your tangled hair. “We might not ever, but..all I have is Tony..and I don’t think I’d be the same without him here.”
She gazed over at you finally, tears pooled at her eyes as she titled her head at you. “I feel like a part of me has died..” her hand brought up, glowing bright red at the tips of her fingers before she let it die back down.
“I know my words can’t change things, and maybe after today you might hate me a little less. But I really do hope for you to be at peace soon..it’s what you deserve.” Turning around, you figured you’ve bothered the poor girl enough when she called out for your name, making you shiver at the thought of her reading your mind to find out what it was.
“I’m sorry too.” She said, climbing up from her spot to go back to you. The look in her eyes were warm and sincere. Almost the way Natasha looked at you sometimes. It could help but start making you wonder if in another type of world would the two of you be close enough to be friends. “Pietro and I. We had our reasons for what we did..not good, but still. I don’t want you or your brother dead..not anymore.”
She extended her hand out to you, opening up her palm for a shake. It was so awkward, but kind that you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit before doing the same and intertwining them together. “By the way, I’m also sorry for the whole Bucky thing.”
You couldn’t help but groan at the reminder, letting go to cover up your face. “Look, about that,” you started, looking at the girl nervously. “Whatever you saw was just my dreams going wild from the power you pulled on me.”
She laughed a little, shaking her head as she recalled the images she saw. “I don’t think that was me exactly..my visions don’t usually last that long or are ever so..vivid.” Blushing at what she fully saw, you looked away from her knowing green eyes and rubbed the back of your neck slowly. “But, I don’t really see myself spreading any of it around so..” Bringing her hand up, she mimicked zipping up her lip and throwing back the key.
“Well, thanks. Whatever I saw was just a dream right? Imagination having some..fun.”
“Sure, fun.” She teased, making you feel less anxious than you’ve ever felt in front of her. “By the way, I couldn’t help but be a little bit curious.”
“What do you mean?”
She bit her lip a bit, reaching out to the tempad that she was supplied with from her bed. “The phrase he kept saying to you. I couldn’t help but be curious what it meant.” She tapped away at her screen while returning to you.
“I can’t help with that. He honestly said it so fast that I couldn’t ask Natasha what he meant. It’s probably just goodbye in Russian.”
“Except, I did manage to look it up and it’s not Russian.” Sharing the screen, she pulled up a search history and displayed the page she had looked up. It was a Romanian website that listed translated phrases. And at the bottom in bold font, was the same phrase that Bucky had spoken to you.
Pe curând, iubi. = See you soon, love.
“Shit.” You whispered finally, feeling like the air had been sucked out of your chest.
“It might not just be your imagination having fun.” She shrugged, tossing the pad behind her. “Perhaps some time off will clear your head.” Grabbing onto the coat, she pushed her arms through the sleeves and made her way over to the door, smirking a bit at your stunned face.
“See you later, Stark.”
It was the second time that the Maximoff girl left your world upside down. This time with something that you knew you could never quite shake off. This was all coming clear to you at such a bad time.
Bucky...he probably meant it in a friendly way. Something to ease you as he made his way out of Krosno. It had to be that. Definitely not something to clue you in where to find him next. And even then, who’s to say that after all this time he would still be there. He’s more than likely moved on.
Besides, now that you and Steve were broken up, it was time to focus on yourself. Work on making you the better version that you wanted to be. But even as you made your way into your room to pack your things together, his words came back into your mind.
“You’ll find me, you always seem to.”
Pulling on a change of clothes, you shake off the tempting thoughts from your head. Even if he was expecting you, it was different now. He was now your ex boyfriend’s friend. His loyalty would be with Steve and..it was wrong of you two to be close anyway.
Pe curând, iubi. ( See you soon, love. )
Sighing, you stopped at the threshold of your door, gripping onto the sides before you gave in to your thoughts. “FRI, can you do me a favor?”
“What do you need, boss?”
“Send me all the information I would need to spend some time in Romania.”
“Preparing for a mission, miss?”
Smiling to yourself, you shook your head before adjusting the strap of your bag. Ready for the next step in your plans. “No actually, just preparing to go see a friend.”
A/N: This was super long but I had a hard time the end of Steve and Scout! It’s been like three fics of them technically. I hope everyone gets the idea that Steve isn’t being exactly truthful. While he goes about it wrong, he’s got his reasons. It’ll all come out in the next installment in this series. The one I’ve been dying for! Civil War! FINALLY WE GET MORE BUCKY!!! He’s gonna be the dreamiest boyfriend ever who totally doesn’t have his own earth shattering secret he’s keeping from Scout..right?
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D.U.D.E Part 14 - Sunday Morning (set in 2020)
Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.
Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here
Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader
Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.
The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.
Kirby's P.O.V:
It had been a month, almost three, since she had told Eddie everything.
He hadn't taken it well at first and she got scared, leaving before Eddie could stop her.
Well done idiot, now we're on our fuckin' own again.
Kirby had taken time away from everything in her life.
Wrestling... her other work... her family... friends... Eddie.
A fresh start, that's what we need.
She had begun attending church every Sunday, part of her hoping to bump into him every time.
Kirby had driven out to Orangeburg, South Carolina and spent the remainder of September there, gathering most of her stuff from Asheville in October and Yonkers in November and moving into a rented apartment in Arlington, Virginia.
She had cut off her ponytail and started dressing more formally. Suits, shirts and slacks. Switching between dark makeup and no makeup. She had even taken up a part-time job in an office to pay for her rent and other expenses. She had even gone to the extent of buying a new phone, keeping the old one purely for the memories.
Kirby's alarm clock starts ringing at'05:00', She gets up and checks the calendar, Tuesday 1st December. Almost three months since starting fresh. Just a few more days and people will stop searching for us.
Her old phone goes off and she answers without thinking, her brain kicks into gear a few seconds later and she doesn't talk, holding the phone next to her ear.
"Kirby, is that you?" Renee's voice asks, followed by Mox and Eddie telling her to put it on speakerphone.
Don't answer the question. Do not speak.
"Kirby, if you're there, answer us... please." Renee requests softly.
Stay silent, they'll hang up soon.
"C'mon, Ma, no more silent treatment," Eddie takes a deep breath, "Tell me how to find ya... tell me where my fuckin' wife is."
"Eddie, don't growl like that." Moxley warns.
Kirby hangs up and leaves the phone on her nightstand, walking into the kitchen and making her morning coffee as she goes through her call log.
Eddie spent all night trying to call us, text after text begging me to pick up the phone.
She reads a couple of his texts out loud, "'Ma please pick up', 'Kirby, I love you, call me', 'tell me where I can find you'... Holy fuck, I gotta call off from work today and sort this out... I can't have Eddie trying to track me down."
Kirby dials her boss and hopes he doesn't pick up on anything, explaining the situation by calling Eddie 'an old friend turned stalker' and praying her boss believes the lie. He does, or at the least seems to, believe what Kirby tells him and lets her have the day off to sort it out. Eddie phones right after she ends the call to her boss, Kirby goes against her gut and answers it.
"Hey Wifey," God, I can see his stupid grin in my head, "Mind telling me where the fuck you are? Or if it's even you I'm talkin' to, Ma?"
Kirby stays silent for a moment, trying to think of what to say.
"You're the one who picked up, the least ya could do is say 'hi'." Eddie grumbles.
Kirby can't help but giggle nervously, "I'll give you that one, Eddie, the least I could do is say hi." She murmurs her thoughts out loud.
"I fuckin' knew you were still alive," Eddie chuckles heartily, "Now ya gotta tell me where you went, our home feels empty without ya. Before ya say it, I know 'technically, Edward, it's just your home'," Eddie does an impression of Kirby before clearing his throat, already choking up slightly, "It's our home, I know ya gave me back the engagement ring, I found it and the note, saying to forget you, but you're still my fiancée... Kirby, please" Eddie sobs, "I'm beggin' ya, sweetheart, come back ta me."
"I'm in Arlington, Virginia." She blurts out before her brain can stop her mouth, "I have an apartment, and a job, and I haven't even spoken to my parents since I left."
"Ya haven't... but what about ya folks, ya family, ya 'obligations to the C.R.C'?"
A wave of emotions hit Kirby all at once, rage, sadness, fear, and all she can muster up as an answer to Eddie... a man she loves so much and hates to hurt, is the most brutally honest thing she's ever said, "I wasn't expecting to be alive for this long after running away... but every time I think of harming myself, I think of you and I can't do it... I know we never got married, but I can't stand the idea of making you a widower."
"I'm gettin' the next flight out there."
"Eddie, don't." She pleads.
"Don't? Ya just told me you've thought of endin' ya life... the life of the most beautiful woman in the world... my Celtic warrior queen, my better half, my angel of death-matches... my bride just fuckin' told me she'd thought of goin' to the grave instead of walkin' down the aisle." Eddie nearly yells down the phone, his emotions getting the better of him.
Kirby sits on her bed and sobs, unable to speak anymore.
"I'm flyin' to Arlington and makin' sure you're okay." Eddie tells her before hanging up.
Kirby texts him her address and apartment number, telling him how to get into the building. She walks to her bathroom and turns the shower on, getting undressed and grabbing a towel, she sits in the bathtub in the path of the water and cries silently.
After what feels like a century she moves, getting out and slowly drying herself off, she's in her underwear when there's a knock at the door... more of a pounding on the door than a knocking.
"Give me a second to get dressed." She calls, her voice weak.
The pounding gets louder and Kirby rushes to open the door, still just in her underwear.
"I fuckin' hate planes, but I didn't wanna drive ten hours to see ya." Eddie mutters, thrusting a bouquet of roses at Kirby.
She steps back and Eddie walks in whilst she inspects the roses.
"Are these-" Kirby goes to ask him why the flowers are covered with plastic and foil.
"I couldn't choose between flowers or chocolates, so I got you chocolate roses, I know, big dumb Eddie Kingston can't decide bet-" Eddie gets cut off by Kirby pulling him into a deep kiss.
It's as if they never parted, Eddie wrapping his arms around her waist, and resting his hands on her ass, Kirby wraps her arms around his shoulders, and chucks his baseball cap at the couch. He smirks against her lips, biting her bottom lip and roughening up the kiss, smacking her ass which makes her moan against his lips, just enough room for him to slip his tongue in her mouth. Kirby pulls away when air becomes a need and not an excuse.
"Ya like them?" Eddie asks softly.
"Like isn't the right word, this is so fuckin' genius of ya, I fuckin' knew you were smarter than how you act."
"Genius of me? Ya not mad I got you chocolates and not flowers?"
"Flowers die and you can't eat them when you feel down, chocolates don't and they make me happy... chocolate roses," Kirby beams, "well, they're... they're fuckin' genius, ya don't have all the packaging of a stupid box, with stupid little info cards, ya don't have ta throw them out because they're wilting... they're..." Kirby trails off, unable to come up with the right word.
"They're you," Eddie whispers, "Beautiful and pretty, and they taste so damn good, especially when you shouldn't be eatin' them 'cause ya know you'll get caught." He smirks.
"Does it always come back to sex with you, Eddie?" She teases, shaking her head softly.
"Not always, but when I think of you, my mind tends to go visual." He winks.
"Eddie, ya haven't seen nor heard from me in almost three months and all-"
He cuts Kirby off by kissing her, lifting her so her groin is level with his, carrying her to her dining table and putting her down on top of it. He weaves one hand into her hair and the other into her boxer shorts, caressing her inner thigh.
"Do I have ya consent, my bride-to-be?" He teases.
"Yes, Eddie... I missed how filling you can be." She whispers.
It takes Eddie all of five seconds to strip them both, carrying Kirby to the bed over his shoulder. He stands above her for a moment, taking in the changes she's made to herself. Not many, but a few noticeable differences, like the fresh bruises on Kirby's knees and shins, the cuts, scabs and scrapes on her arms, and her much shorter hair.
He takes his time, kissing from her fingertips to her neck, first on her right side then her left, smirking as he kisses from her neck down to her crotch. Eddie teases her with his tongue, moaning at the return of her taste to his lips.
"How did my lady get hurt?" He whispers as he moves to make out with her as he makes love to her.
"I may have had a couple trips and accidents recently, none I am happy to talk about." Kirby murmurs, moaning when Eddie starts thrusting.
"Ya can tell me, Ma, it's why we're a couple. So you have someone who'll listen to ya problems."
"I fell down the stairs twice in the last month, once by tripping over my own feet, and once by a stray cat, running in front of me when I was jogging up the stairs after work."
"And ya arms?"
"I got in a scuffle with someone at a bar, scratched up my left arm in the process. The next week I was jogging, with headphones in, and someone tried to grab me. They went to stab me, I used my right arm as a shield."
"And now ya husband's home, so nobody can fuck wit' ya ever again." Eddie smirks.
"I don't have the ring anymore, back to square one on the whole marriage thing." Kirby shrugs.
Eddie doubles his pace, groaning as he tries not to cum early, "Kirby, would ya be my girlfriend?"
Kirby moans out the words, "Yes Eddie." as she cums.
Eddie smirks as he follows her over the edge... literally, groaning in pain as he lands on his back on the floor, all 250 pounds of Kirby landing on top of him.
"Holy fuck, Eddie, are you okay, Papi?" Kirby asks, checking the fall hasn't given him a concussion.
"I'm fine Kir-" Eddie goes silent as Kirby picks him up in a bridal carry and places him on the bed.
"Sorry, I got concerned..." She whispers sheepishly.
"Shh, shh," Eddie puts his hand over her mouth, "ya could've fuckin' been carryin' me over ya shoulder every time we've had sex... you can carry me?"
"Well, you're not actually that heavy, I have picked up and carried men double your size, Eddie... would you, uhm, would you like a coffee?" She murmurs, sitting next to him on the bed.
"Marry me." Eddie blurts out.
"What did you just say?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Marry me, at the nearest fuckin' chapel we can find, marry me."
"Eddie, I can't just drop everything to be in that world again, no."
"Kirby, I know I sound like I've lost my fuckin' mind, but... I need you in my life. I need my smart, sexy, strong, unafraid to tell her own father when he's crossin' a line, badass babe in my life. I can't be me anymore, not without you... Tony noticed that after ya left I got cruel, I started actually wantin' to hurt whoever I was facin'."
"I can't just drop everything all over again." She gets up, heading to the bathroom.
Eddie follows her, "Kirby, you are my calm. You are beautiful. Your blonde hair is like a sandy beach, your blue eyes are like the ocean, your scars show you've lived a story worth telling, those little beauty marks and freckles are like stars and ya pale skin... like paper, marked with ink, or snow, fragile but beautiful."
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Jyoooooooo! Jyamato Grand Prix! Sengoku Edition!
This might get bloody, strap yourselves in folks.
Spoilers, I guess...
-Super Hero Time bumper!
-"That dirty fox! Messing up MY garden! AAAAAAAAAH!"
-Archimedel's taking getting Boosted on very well.
-Micchi? Oh fuck, this really is gonna turn out badly.
-Naptime, Ace?
-"Oh thank God... he is human~!" OKAY KEIWA WOW
-Is that a lemonade?
-"The Red Fox..."
-Ohhhhh
-I guess Beroba
-He's so sleepy
-...that's almost more worrying than him going apeshit, tbh
-Guess even an obsessive super fan has limits to what he knows.
-As he well should tbh, Ace doesn't owe him that.
-Oh shit, it's time.
-...that outfit looks super cute on Neon.
-Ninja Plants!
-Hot damn, Keiwa!
-YOOOOOO NEON
-These untransformed fights make me giddy.
-Oh fuuuuuck
-Daichi continuing to be the woist
-"How delightful~! Like Oda Nobunaga's last day in Honnoji~!"
-"I call dibs."
-Shogun Niram.
-...I guess Samas-san doesn't exactly wanna play along.
-You could help us at anytime, Producer Man. Just saying!
-Aren't you a Rider too, Ziin? Why don't you help?
-Oooooooh
-Here comes Ace with the hair extensions.
-Boost! Mark Two!
-...I just noticed, but I think his head is recycled from Lopo's.
-Oh shit, fox time again!
-Damn Michinaga, you survived that. Didn't even get knocked out.
-No more Jyamato.
-"Bro what the hell is that?"
-"Yeah... I guess it is."
-And he's down!
-Naptime.
-What Neon and Keiwa know definitively about Ace.
He really misses his Mama.
He's way too good at this game.
His fursona is a fox.
-That's it.
-OOOOH?
-Seems kinda mean to not let somebody meet their mother just because their previous incarnation already did.
-"I may be new meat in this fandom, but everybody knows Yakumo Eisu."
-Wait... Fox... Yakumo... Associated with extreme deceit... from Holy shit, Ace is Yukari and Ran's secret bastard son!
-Desire Grand Prix! Genso Edition!
-...don't ask how they both got Mitsume pregnant, that's not a conversation I'm prepared to have with you.
-"Move me! Your character development is fascinating."
-I knew it~!
-Chirami off to complain to the manager.
-"You moron, they'll murder you!" I love just how sick Tsumuri is of this bullshit.
-Ohhhhhh
-Here she comes~!
-Don't tempt her.
-YOU DUMBASS
-Tsumuri should be in charge of the whole game, she's clearly putting in all the work.
-"Keep your disgusting hands away from me."
-Oh, Beroba can just
-Do that, huh?
-Well, we're fucked.
-Oh!
-Seeing Ace stressing himself, even in such a limited capacity, is a bit frightening.
-Hello Ziin.
-Oh, that was
-That was a commercial break, okay. Weird.
-Ukiyo Ace...
-Oooooooh
-Those must be Garfield's parents. ...I wonder if their names are Jonathan and Elizabeth?
-There's very obviously not Yukari Yakumo.
-And that woman in the Mediterranean must be Mitsume-san.
-Influencer stans are horrifying.
-You tell him, Ace.
-2fast4ace.
-"So like... is there a reason you guys picked us of all Riders?"
-Kekera really likes Keiwa, I see.
-Yeah you be very careful around Kyuun, Neon. His vibes are icky.
-Guess Chirami's getting fired after this.
-Oh finally! Some initiative!
-Naptime.
-Damn he shoot
-Lots of untransformed fighting today!
-Rider Time.
-Berobaaaa!
-Ohhhhh
-Teenage girls are frightening.
-Glare2! Log in!
-Install!
-I believe that makes Beroba one of a very rare breed of female Rider with multiple distinct Rider identities.
-The only other examples I can name off the cuff is Natsumikan as Den-O (briefly) and Kiva-la (and Natsumikan Arms Gaim, if you wish to count that) ...does Sakura becoming George's Clone Riders really count? Fuck it, I'm counting.
-Ohhhhhhhhhh!
-She's real dangerous now!
-Ziin got fucked.
-Damn, they threw that boy!
-"I'm gonna kill off your beloved blorbo~! And there's not a thing you can do about it~!"
-Oooooooooh.
-Laser Boost, incoming!
-Right, that's all done.
-Oh, Ace. Gotta sell me something, eh?
-I see, thank you.
#geats#kr geats#geats spoilers#kamen rider geats#the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory
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should I send this to u? I don’t think so.
using writing as an escape and to let out my thoughts has always been one of my simple pleasures in life so here I am logging back into my depressing Tumblr account. I am sitting here on a Monday night at 11 pm, with a sore throat, listening to my “it’s the past for a reason” Spotify playlist. and of course, my brain can’t simply shut up and be quiet, it has to constantly be running and thinking. and guess who it decided to think about tonight? you.
it’s been almost two months since I heard from you last and I finally told you how I felt. and let me tell you, that shit was humbling. why did I think it was going to go any different than it did? I don’t know but it’s no surprise that I'm a tad bit delusional. so that was that and I guess I'll never hear from you again. I've done my best to ignore the fact that conversation had happened and that it was, like, really the end. but when will I learn that ignoring my emotions and pretending I'm in la la land isn’t a cure to my problems. then came last night, driving home from Bloomington and listening to music when my brain finally decided it couldn’t ignore the fact that you exist but not in my life.
it’s such a fucking roller coaster of emotions because I know I did the right thing by saying how I truly felt about you still. and I know you did the right thing by saying you’ll stop randomly messaging me. but it’s so hard to realize that was actually the end.. or was it because I mean, we’ve said that a million times before. not the point though (this is the delusion talking). driving home from Bloomington last night, all I wanted to do was text you and ask if we could talk in your car. I just had this feeling in my gut that I needed to talk to you and nobody else. this conversation was only meant for you. you’d always tell me I could rant to you and get everything off my chest and I never had anything to get off my chest. but last night I finally did and you weren’t there. and that’s when it really fucking hit me hard that I have to get the fuck over it.
I've been so angry lately. I feel like you from before when we weren’t as mature. you were always angry and I never understood how someone could have so much anger in them, but holy fuck, I honestly get it. I'm such an angry human being and it’s so ugly. but I'm sick of being nice and happy and optimistic, holy fuck I just want to be a ball of anger. when I think of you, I get this mix of love and nostalgia but then it turns into this ugly anger. I know you’re living life and happier than before and that makes me happy for you but holy fuck I'm sick of being brainwashed for years into thinking I didn’t deserve happiness and love because I fucking do. and it enrages me knowing that everyone I know has it and I still don’t til this day. it’s not your fault but god damn I just feel so drained. and at this point I don’t have the capability to be sad. I don't remember the last time I felt sad. its just anger now. and I feel like such a bitter, jealous bitch but I don't care. I think I am allowed to be angry that everyone in my life that has thrown me off to the side is the happiest they’ve ever been while I still suffer silently with absolutely no one.
I had such a strong urge Sunday night to talk to you, see you, anything. I knew that wasn’t tangible but I was just playing out in my head me somehow getting ahold of you. and then you’d say you’re in town and that I could drive over. I'd jump in your car and just go off. not even on you, but just in general. I want to scream and I want to release all my anger because holy shit I just want to cry. I can't get myself to cry. I have so many emotions I need to release and no one would get it but you. I'm just so fucking confused because I'm not mad at you whatsoever, but why did I get the shit end of the stick? I know I'm a good person and I deserve so fucking much in life and I don't get good things that come my way. I get stepped all over and treated like garbage and I'm so fucking sick of it. why do you get to be happy now and I don't get to be as well? its selfish but I just wish I understood the way that the universe works.
im kind of going off on this tangent of being angry but since I can’t talk to you I guess I can just write this mess. its funny how I want to be a writer and this is the shit I write in my free time. very embarrassing because writing a diary entry isn't art Camryn. whatever that's not the point. you know, I've always wanted to send you my writing. but that would be kind of creepy because majority of it is about loving you. and also you’d then see how shit of a writer I am. but it’s also the purest part of me and I wish you could've gotten to see that. god I'm getting so off topic. but it’s my writing so I can do and say whatever really.
you know sometimes I think I’ll never get over this hurt that I was never enough for you. and I know it seems silly to say that but it’s how I feel and I'm allowed to feel how I feel. you always put me off to the side and you cheated on girls with me and I was always like this side piece and I knew it but I let myself believe I wasn't. you'd tell me I was the girl you wanted to end up being with and that now just “wasn’t the time”. so you’d talk and date other girls but then still talk to me on the side and feed me all this delusion that it’d be my time one day and that one day never came and it fucks with my head still to this day. I gave you three plus years of my life and I don't regret it at all but holy shit I wish I knew how it felt to be someone’s first choice. because lets be for real, I was never your first choice or you would've been with me and not hurting me. I remember I was so delusional thinking I actually had a chance at being your real girlfriend one day. it’s so hard when someone has hurt you so much yet has also given you the most love you’ve ever been given in your life. that’s why this shit tears me apart so much because I shouldn't love you still but god damn I still do because I don't think you're a bad person at all. I just wish I was given that chance but I never really got that, and if I did, I blew it by being psycho because I didn’t want to let you go again. I believe I ruined it for myself but I also believe I never really had a fair chance honestly because I don’t know if I'd ever be enough for you. or maybe I was too much for you. I could never tell which one was true.
I'll be honest, it pisses me off that you’re with the girl that caused me to officially leave you back in 2020. it pisses me off thinking about the possibility if I didn't give up on you that she could’ve been me. but also I don’t know what makes me think that could’ve even happened because you would’ve still chosen her over me and I know you would’ve. and that's why I left. and it seems like I was right because it seems like you guys are still going strong. but then that pisses me off even more because you aren’t even 100% loyal to her since me and you had our moments over the last year. and then it makes me realize that you haven’t changed. and I don’t know why you cheat on your girlfriends with me and I don't know why I believe if I ever did get that fair chance of dating you that you wouldn’t cheat on me. it pisses me off because I'm still In love with a cheater and I’m the one who can’t seem to be happy or find love. is this all making it make sense why I am such an angry person lately?
I know that kind of just dragged you and honestly, id say I apologize but if anything you kind of deserve it. but I'll make it even by filling you in on a secret. I never ever cheated on you, and I know I never would if I ever got the chance of being your only girl. but I cheated on my most recent ex. and no one knows because it’s fucked up and I'm embarrassed about it. so I can sit here and make it seem like you’re an asshole, and I mean you have had your asshole moments. but so have i. so I can’t hate you as much as sometimes I wish I could. sometimes I think this is also why I have so much anger in me. because I know I can be a hypocrite because god damn it camryn, why are you shitting on your first love for being a cheater when you went ahead and became a cheater as well? it was only a kiss. but then I also tried reaching out to you a few times when I was in my last relationship so that shows I didn’t love the dude like that. I still wanted you and it hurt. I'm honestly just so sick of feeling hurt and not enough.
my recent ex was a fucking loser, bitch made, liar. but it gives me peace knowing I'll go so much further than he will in life. I was the brains in our relationship and I wore the pants and it was cool but I couldn’t date a guy like that. I like being recognized as being smart and a bad ass bitch but I need my man to be equal to that as well, not a sore loser. and that’s why I fucking love you so much because you’re the complete opposite of him when it came to everything I hated about him. he was so... dumb sometimes. but you, you are intelligent and I could sit down and talk to you for forever. I could never with him. and don’t get me started on his music taste and fashion .... you’d roast me.
where have I gotten with this writing? honestly no where but I can’t talk to anyone about this shit so this is all I got. i wish I could be sitting in front of you right now and just get every single little thing off of my chest without any judgement. I'm a mess and its not fun and I'm angry and sick of feeling like total shit. I'm sick of not feeling like I can be loved fully and loyally. but why would I even deserve that when I've cheated and I've helped people cheat? am I a good person? or am I just as shitty as everyone that I shit on? it makes you think. whether I'm a shitty person or not, I'm sick of feeling like shit. and I'm sick of seeing people who are as shitty as me be happy. like Im happy you're happy... but I wish I could be too at the end of the day. I wish I could be happy with you or without you but unfortunately, it’s been years and I'm still struggling.
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Goddd. I finally went through, downloaded all of my logs from Discord, sorted them and uploaded them to a neocities site! So perhaps I’ll actually finish that timeline, and go ahead and post them up here.
Because I forgot how many bits are just very charming, in an absolutely dreadful kind of way, haha. Second-hand embarrassment is real, and ID is the fucking worst for it, so one of my favorite terrible scenes from an Egghunt 2019 thread.
Context: ID is a yellowblood (former) athlete who’s terrified of being helmed, has trust issues out the ass, and is obsessively, hopelessly pitch for his long-term kismesis. This thread was a few months after ID had gotten pulled back into an old Imperial program by his shitty ex, and after he’s just freshly flown the coop from it (by blowing up said programs’ campus).
Vadaya is the kismesis he’s obsessed with, and Vadaya is an imperial soldier with ports and a fascination with wetware. In the aftermath of the program shitshow, ID decided that the best, healthiest, absolutely not batshit way of dealing with his personal portphobia - and to express affection to Vadaya, way more easily than he is comfortable doing verbally - was to.. dualhelm Vadaya’s personal ship with him, in a Pacific Rim-style mindlink.
Because ID’s a dipshit! He is the biggest fucking dipshit, but holy shit it’s fun to write.
"I don't settle period," you fire back, and as tightly bound as you are, maybe he doesn't feel the sting of your pan nanny. You'd settled for Raphae, in the IEP. You'd done it again, when push came to shove, and only after balking a little. There's certain things in life that you'll fight for. But mostly, it's simple to just accept when things are easy.
Vadaya's always been easy. Even when you wanted to claw open his face, he had fit into your life like a puzzle piece that you hadn't known was missing. You'd felt his absence since the first night you'd parted on Epiphany, and you had obsessed over how to make sure it would never happen again, because..
The two of you were just made to be together, was the way that it felt. And why let it be any different?
And maybe you'd say as much, but Vadaya pushes memories at you instead. Memories, and feelings. The scent of your hair, when he buries his face into it. The rumble of your purr vibrating through his chest. The flare of satisfaction, the first time he'd properly caught you off guard, and on top of it all, affection: black and heady and so impossibly heavy that it permeates every aspect of the memories, like oil smudged across a lense. It's enough that you feel like you're going to choke on it, or drown in it, because you don't know what to do with all of that.
Except push back.
Everything you feel about Vadaya always sits in your chest like a snarl of yarn, all tangled up in itself. There's hate. There's hate in every strand of it, permeating every fiber until it's practically dripping black. Vadaya has every trait that a troll could have - every trait that one should. He's brilliant as any violet scientist. He's prettier than half of the trolls I'm the city. He's ambitious, and he's deadly, and he's more than just competent: he's actually good at his job, and his work, and everything he puts his mind to, when he's not hiding it.
And how often does he hide it? Your pitch is a diamond in the rough, but he's always so determined to hide himself in the dust. It's fine. That's what you're there for: to wash off the dust, take some sand, and grind it into him until he's polished to a fucking shine, and every troll around him can see the brilliance that you see.
And he -
You trust him to do the same. It's a silly, pupaish kind of thing, trusting folks! Where's that ever gotten you? Raphae, apologising for your pan nanny, promising your hair would grow back - Miette, with the shears in her hand, perched on the window of your room, promising that it'd only take an hour, and she knew how to clip out wetware -
There's bile in your throat, you realise suddenly, and those aren't the thoughts you want to go sharing. So you snatch them back, drown them under something new. Something better. Your unease as you'd drifted after Vadaya into the gym, taking in the sight of the trolls at work around you, at all of the fucking Imperials, and the fact you'd followed anyway. The fog of alcohol, the blur of the room, and the way you'd buried yourself into him instead of dealing with any of it. There'd been a warm comfort to the way his voice had washed over you, even as his fingers worked their way through your curls. You'd almost culled Riccin. They could have culled you, right then, and who would've really blamed them, when you were such an easy mark?
You wouldn't have. But you didn't have to worry about that. The memory pulls up just from association: bleeding from burnout, iron still in your mouth, Miette on the ship, and all you could think about was Vadaya. You'd flung yourself on him as soon as you were in the apartment, the prefect example of cullbait, and you'd never even considered any possibility aside from him catching you.
He shouldn't have. You should have. And that's the funny thing about pitch: you hate him for it so much, but this isn't a part of him that you want to change. (edited)
But there's so much of him that you do want to change. There's so much of him that could be better, and will be better, and you're going to watch it every step of the way.
Had you thought you were going to drown before? Now it feels like you're going to choke on all of this. Oh, and you'd thought just shoving feelings would be easier than stating them! It's not quite regret that's flooding your connection as you fumble through slamming the gates. It's just -
- you don't get embarrassed.
It's just enough, you decide, and your fingers are hot as you yank the plug out of the back of your neck. Improper disconnect, your wetware yowls, and your vision floods with codes and errors, but it's fine. You can just squeeze them shut and breathe through it.
It gives you time to pull yourself together, too. When you'd thought you might just show him -
- you didn't mean that much.
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so i decide to do a avatar x mha au and its gonna be a bakugou x reader fic but i don’t know if i like it that much so i decide ill just post what i have so far and you guys can let me know if you like it and i might keep doing it
Fear, fear can be a powerful thing but that's what I felt when I woke up on a ship with people yelling at me. Not to mention the fact I'm now fucking blue and have this weird fucking braid thats why to fucking sensitive . note to self don’t try to cut the damn thing again that shit fucking hurts, It's weird knowing that you and everyone you know died at a young age, especially if you were the youngest soldier along with in the RDA
‘’Hey blondie , get a move on and stop looking at that screen ‘’ the blond looks up to see some blue bitch calling him. calling his name ’’Yeah , Yeah I'm coming no need to get your panties in a twist.’’ With that Bakugou closes the video log, standing up and starts to walk down the hall. Finally making it to the small room he saw the colonel ‘’Alright ladies and Z -dog’’ laughter could be heard in the small room, some even pushing Z- dog around. ‘’As we all know we died put god has so graciously gave us a second chance to kill jake sully’’ nods of agreement could be seen across the room ‘’we leave in 2 people , so packed your shit and go’’ and with that everyone was off to packed the things they would need for their trip on pandora.
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“Lo’ak we shouldn’t be here it’s dangerous’’ kiri said looking at her younger brother ‘’oh cmon it’s not that bad, right Y/n ‘’ the to siblings look at the older waiting to see what she would say but she was to busy staring at a pretty plant ‘’n/n lo’ak asked you something’’ tuk said pulling on y/n’s armed ‘’ hmm? oh yeah sure’’ ‘’see! I told you it’s not dangerous’’ lo’ak said with a smile ‘’that doesn’t count dumbass’’ kiri says lightly hitting her brother ‘’guys!’’ spider calls from somewhere far. Everyone looks up ‘’was that spider?’’ tuk says looking at her siblings ‘’I think so cmon’’ lo’ak says running to find spider ‘’Lo’ak you skxawng’’ kiri says running after him causing tuk and y/n to go after him ‘’lo’ak you shouldn’t run away like that ‘’ says y/n now actually looking at where they are at ‘’ Dude this is were my dad and your dad fought’’ spider says while looking at lo’ak ‘’ holy shit bro that's so cool!’’ lo’ak says while lightly pushing spider. Suddenly they can see na’vi walking around but they don’t exactly look like normal na’vi ‘’I should call this in’’ lo’ak says looking at the strange na’vi ‘’lo’ak if you call this in dad is going to kill us ‘’ y/n says looking worried. Not listening to his sister presses the button on his necklace to call his dad ‘’ Dad come in’’ ‘’what is it son?’’ ‘’we got some strange na’vi dressed in weird clothes with guns’’ ‘’ whose all with you’’ lo’ak let out a sigh before saying ‘’me , spider , tuk , kiri, and y/n’’ ‘’get out there NOW!’’ lo’ak looked so disappointed in himself as he heard if father yell ‘’ yes si-’’ suddenly tuk let out scream as she grabbed by her braid ‘’TUK!’’ y/n yelled as she tried to grab her younger sibling but was grabbed by na’vi with blond hair ‘’jitto shi te iru ( stay still)’’ whisper the boy as he held y/n who was struggling with all her might to get to her little sister that was now crying. Quaritch walks up to the young na’vi boy that was struggling against a soldier ‘’wheres jake sully’’ says the colonel as he grabs the boys hair causing lo’ak to his and flip him off ‘’ your his aren’t you’’ ‘’let us go you bitch!’’ yells spider as he tries to get out of the strong grip, Quaritch looked at the young human boy seeing as he looked familiar ‘’miles’’ says Quaritch shocked to see his son alive ‘’no one calls me that asshole’’ spider says with anger laced in his voice, nearby there was a yelp heard alerting the kids telling them that are safe. In the distance Neytiri could be seen gripping her fathers bow ready to fight. The first arrow was shot shooting a RDA soldier causing all hell to break loose ‘’RUN!’’ yelled spider as he headed butted the soldier that was holding him causing the rest of the siblings to fight back as well.
With all her might y/n elbows the blond na’vi in the stomach causing him to let out a groan but not letting go of the girl ‘’Y/n!’’ kiri yelled as she dodged a soldier ‘’It’s find kiri just egt the others out of here’’ y/n said as gunshots could be heard in the background. Although kiri didn’t like the fact she would have to leave her sister she nodded and ran after lo’ak with tuk in her arms.
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On the Run
The ship’s alarm system went off as Jen stepped out of the background check chamber. Lights flickered a red hue, on and off, as the loudspeaker chimed in saying “RED ALERT. FOUL PLAY DETECTED. RED ALERT…” over and over again. Marie was shaking with the plasma pistol firmly in her grip, quivering from the after-shock of the adrenaline rush. The bay was dark other than the oscillating, eery glow of the red lights.
“Holy shit,” Marie said, collecting her nerves after killing Tim. “I just killed a man… I just killed a man and now space cops are probably after us! What should I do?!”
Jen came up to her, clutched her hands, and took the pistol from Marie. “Calm down, I’ve been in situations like this before, and I have my PhD in computer engineering. This will be solved in no time.”
Jen set the plasma pistol back on the desk, walked over Tim’s dusty remains, and went up to the mainframe. A large obelisk stood in the middle of a circular-shaped desk filled with computer monitors, all flashing warning symbols and a print-out in an alien script that Marie couldn’t comprehend.
“Go into the supply closet over there and look for a crowbar, a pair of wire-cutters, and the computer’s logbook.”
Marie complied and went over to the supply closet, which was locked. She tried her key-card, but to no avail. The thing was sealed shut.
“Umm… Jen, the supply closet’s locked and the key-card won’t work.”
“Shit! He must’ve logged the system as us being prisoners. Do you have Tim’s key-card?”
“If it was on his person, it’s turned to dust,” Marie kicked at the dust mote which was Tim, and kicked it, sending up a flurry of particles into the air.
“Shit, that must’ve been why the alarm went off in the first place.”
“What should we do?”
“Use the plasma pistol to brute-force it,” Jen was cussing up and down as she was clattering away on the keyboards to no avail. “God damn! Nothing’s working. The system’s completely locked down.”
Marie shot open the supply closet door, and went scrounging around for the materials that Jen requested.
“Get a multimeter too,” Jen said as Marie handed her the crowbar. “I need to make sure the whole ship doesn’t blow up.” Jen began to budge open the case of the mainframe computer, and Marie turned to go back into the supply closet, when she heard a click.
A thirty-something year old dude with a beard and a 9mm was standing near the entrance of the ship. “What the FUCK,” he said, “Is this Star Wars looking shit?” The Dude was shaking his weapon in fear, eyes wide and looking visibly confused. Marie put her hands up and dropped the plasma pistol; Jen had just budged the computer case off when she took notice of the man. She glanced over, started to go back to work, and then did a double-take—only to see Marie being held hostage by a common criminal.
“Damn it, the Time-Void was de-activated.”
“What the FUCK are you talking about, bitch?!” The Dude pointed his gun to Jen, and she put her hands up, crowbar still in hand. “Drop the crowbar! Now!” She did, and the Dude started to pace the room, waving the 9mm around like a lunatic.
“So I’m trying to get this deal to go through, right? The guy shits himself before he finally tells us where the goods are. And then I hear these sirens coming from the basement. Now here I am.”
“Look, you shouldn’t really mess with us…” Jen said as the Dude was pacing back and forth.
“Why not? I figure I could strip this place down and get me one of them Nobel Prizes.”
“Because of that,” Jen pointed behind her, and a guy with a plasma pistol and a gaudy, green uniform (indicative of the Space-Patrol) said, “Drop the weapon. Now!”
The Dude spasmed out, and said, “Fuck you, bitch!” And shot the space cop clean through the head.
“What the fuck is this guy doing here?!” The Dude said as the space cop bled out on the floor.
“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re trying to steal this ship,” Jen said, muttering under her breath some choice words.
“How the fuck am I supposed to notice something like that? This is some weird Star Trek shit. I don’t know anything about Star Trek shit.”
At that moment, while the Dude was distracted, Marie went for the plasma pistol and pointed it up to his head.
“Wait! Don’t shoot me!” The Dude, whose adrenaline was subsiding, dropped his 9mm on the ground. “I can help!”
“Help? How?!” Marie said as she pushed the plasma pistol up to the Dude’s temple.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Jen said, going back to the computer’s mainframe. She was fiddling with some wires while she spoke: “Marie, give him a plasma pistol. This guy’s got good reflexes. He can hold off the cops until we’re off the ground.”
“What? This guy nearly killed us!”
“Yeah, but he’s got good aim. Listen, guy, if you help us out we can make it worth your while.”
“Worth my while? How?”
“Riches beyond belief. We’re going to take this ship right to the inter-galactic museum and rip it off.”
“Shit, what did I walk into?”
“Something big.”
The Dude grabbed the plasma pistol and hunched by the door. Jen continued with her work, and Marie went to watch Jen. Just as Jen was finishing up and the alarms were powering off, the Dude waved over Marie.
“It looks like we might have a problem.”
“COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP,” a crowd of space pigs had assembled at the entrance of the ship. “LEST WE USE BRUTAL FORCE.”
“Shit,” Marie said. “Hey Jen, can we start the ship up now?”
“Sure thing,” Jen said, manning the helm of the central computer. The Dude fired a few shots out into the crowd, pegging a couple of the space cops. The ramp was reeling up as Jen flicked a switch, and then suddenly, they were gone.
“We’re in orbit now,” Jen said. “It looks like these new ships come with some sort of local teleportation abilities. Marie, flick that switch over there, that’s the cloaking device, we don’t want to freak out any paranoiacs down on Earth.”
Marie flipped the switch and checked the radar monitor. What showed up was a series of small dots, circling the Earth… but also a large dot circling the opposite way at a faster clip.
“Uh, Jen, you might want to check this out.”
Jen went up to the radar control panel and looked at the screen. “Shit, that must be the pigs. Get on the missile propulsion system. We need to get rid of this guy.”
Jen flittered away on the radar, tracking the other ship’s location. “Okay, Marie, press that big, red button over there.”
Marie did just that, and then after a few clicks, the other dot on the radar vanished.
“Cool, looks like we got him,” Jen said, her face brightening up. “But we’re not out of the thick of it just yet, this ship here doesn’t have inter-stellar capabilities, much less inter-galactic ones.”
“So what does that mean?” The Dude roused up from crouching by the door, still in a state of shock.
“It means… we’re going to have to steal another ship.”
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