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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

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Can you do a hobbie x fem!reader? But smut… I SOUND SO WEIRD😭

Freak on a leash

18+ please, MINORS DNI, sleepy sex, praise kink, male masturbation, fingering, oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy irl please 🫶🏽)

Hobie came home, exhausted as usual. It had been a long day at the HQ and just as spider man.

He glanced into the bedroom before he went to go to a shower. He smiled slightly at your sleeping form, so peaceful.

He threw his suit off, and his vest. He quickly hopped into the shower, his mind wandering for a moment.

He thought back to you, your sleeping body. And he found himself getting hard at the thought of last week, you moaning and almost crying as you came undone on his cock, it had been days of being away, and Hobie missed you, clearly. And the photos you sent him didn’t help.

Hobie was always horny, it was almost like you had to keep him on a leash everyday you were with him so he wouldn’t just ram into you then and there in front of everyone.

His hands went to his cock, and he slowly started to stroke it, making small noises, but trying to keep them in to not wake you up, so that you can’t hear him through the thin walls.

You woke up though, you yawned and woke up at the sound of the shower. You looked around and noticed Hobies guitar on its stand, he was home.

You stood up, eyes begging for more sleep.

“Hobie?” You said groggily when you opened the bathroom door.

He winced at the noise of you. “Y-Yeah love?” He managed to get out

“You alright…?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, yeah?”

You walked back into the room, and just laid down, waiting for him. He sighed in relief when you left, and continued to stroke his cock, faster now. Once he was done, he shut off the shower, and put the towel around his hips.

He brushed his teeth before going into the room. He didn’t expect you to still be up.

“Thought I told you to go back to sleep.” He mumbled, rummaging through the drawers.

“Thought you also told me to not listen to what anyone says.” You said, and looked at him.

“I did, ‘nd I was right.” He found a pair of boxers, putting them on and drying off his body, and going next to you.

You both laid down now staring at each other.

“How was your day..?” You asked quietly, he could hear how tired you were.

“It’s was alright.. what bout yours?”

“Boring. Would’ve been better with you.” You mumbled and went closer to him, he put an arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Mines too. Sorry I keep comin’ home so late.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said, knowing about his work.

“I should be here for my girl more often, though…”

“That we can both agree on, but it’s okay.” You shrugged.

“Nah, it’s not. I wanna show you jus’ how much I love you, yeah? You gon’ let me?”

You nodded slowly, and he smiled at that.

He moved the covers away from you both, and he slowly went to your legs. He kissed your thighs, deciding to just go to sleep in panties was a good idea.

He bit your inner thigh, leaving a hickey. You whined. He took off your panties with his teeth, throwing them across the room.

He collected your juices on his finger, and he licked it. He prodded his finger into your entrance, you moaned and bucked your hips.

“Relax. I gotchu.” He said, holding your hips down with his other hand. His fingers working on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whined again. “Hobie, quit teasing.”

He put another finger in and laughed quietly, he moved them in and out, amused at how you were clenching around his fingers.

“You gonna cum?” He asked.

You only nodded eagerly. He smiled and soon his fingers were replaced with his mouth. He worked his younger on your clit, his cold lip piercing hitting the right spot.

You moaned and bucked your hips again, and you came all on his tongue. Hobie smiled and licked his lips clean and looked back at you.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He mumbled, going back up to you, now on top of you. He stroked his cock a few times, and ripped off your shirt.

“Hobie!”

“Sorry, I’ll get you another.” He kissed you, and aligned his cock at your entrance.

He groaned and you moaned. He looked down at you, and your eyes were screwed shut. He stood still for a while, letting you adjust.

No matter how many times you guys had sex, he always let you adjust for a while. He didn’t want it to be uncomfortable or anything.

Then he slowly started to thrust, you looked at him as he held tightly onto the headboard. Your tired half lidded eyes staring up at him.

“So pretty. So gorgeous.. fuck, you were made for me.” He groaned out, and started to thrust harder.

It felt like heaven, he was beautiful on top of you.

After a little, it didn’t take much for him to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside..?” He asked. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, but you nodded.

“Please.” You whimpered.

His cock painted your walls white, you both moaning and cumming at the same time.

You yawned as he pulled out of you, whining at the loss and desperately reaching out for him.

“Shshsh, it’s alright. I’m here, yeah? I’m just gonna get ya cleaned up.” He mumbled, and went to go get a rag. He wiped up both of your guys cum, you bucked your hips and tried to get away when he did so, your cunt overstimulated.

“It’s alright, ya tired? Go to sleep, love.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” You mumbled and cuddled up to him the second he got in bed next to you.

“I love you.” He kissed you, and held you closely.

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nerdpoe · 11 months

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TWINcognito mode Part 4 (Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (is it still pretending if they genuinely consider each other as twins?)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, AO3

Danny had a bandage on his hand.

Tim stared at it, then his twin, then the hospital room around them, and finally at Jason.

“Jason what the fuck,” he breathed quietly, gesturing helplessly at the hospital patient on the bed.

“No, you’re what the fuck,” Jason hissed, shoving a finger in Tim’s chest, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Well fuck you Replacement, I know where you keep your precious BatMobile and I’m not afraid to torch it.”

How the hell did Jason know where the secret BatMobile was?

Wait, not important.

“Danny, you good?” Tim asked, pushing Jason’s hand away and moving towards his probably slightly high twin, “Did he cut off any fingers?” Did Tim have to cut off any of Jason’s in return?

Because he’d do it. He’d do it in a fucking heartbeat.

Jason could stand to lose a few fingers.

Danny’s too-wide eyes gazed into his, and then the little shit started giggling nonstop.

“Oh yeah, they gave him morphine. Did it even though I told them that giving a meta morphine is a bad idea, but I think they thought he was you, so. They learned the hard way.”

There was energy dancing in arcs around Danny’s fingertips, and Tim was fairly certain he knew that the fake incident of blasting a hole in the wall had just become a real one.

“Tim?” Danny asked, reaching out and burning the lapel he’d managed to grab with the energy running unchecked through his hands.

Tim was so suing the hospital for this.

“Yes, Danny?” He sighed, delicately removing the sparking appendage from his clothes.

“Tim, I think I broke a wall.”

“That’s fine, they deserved it for not listening to your medical proxy.”

Tim heard Jason distantly give a flat “What”.

It was fine, a few seconds of typing and it’d look like Jason had always been a listed emergency contact and medical proxy. He could figure out how to explain that to Bruce later.

He’d also need one of Jason’s aliases.

“Everything is moving, and the ceiling is melting.”

Tim frowned. Usually when he saw shit like that it meant-

-Danny abruptly leaned forward and emptied his stomach on Tim’s shoes.

Tim squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the sound of Jason’s hysterical laughter.

He could also hear a few shutter clicks, god damn it, one of the vultures had trailed in after him.

"Jason, two mill to play bodyguard and handle the vulture behind me."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Jason went after the paparazzi with far too much enthusiasm.

Tim listened to the distant sound of a bone breaking and agonized screams as he reached forward and rubbed Danny's back.

Danny whined, leaning into his stomach.

"Don't worry; I've got everything handled," Tim was already texting his team of lawyers in one group chat and the Wayne Industries PR team in another.

He'd take care of it; taking care of family was what he did best.

~~~~~~

The phone rang exactly twice before it was picked up.

“Bruce Wayne speaking,” Bruce Wayne answered, not really paying attention to his work phone as he focused on the blueprints to Black Masks newest HQ in front of him.

“Mr. Wayne, we understand that you have a good working relationship with us at the Daily Planet, for all that we’re from your sister city,” a nervous voice sounded on the other side, and Bruce was suddenly paying attention, “And we were wondering if you would be willing to have an interview concerning Tim Drake-Wayne’s hidden twin? The public has many questions, and you know that we’ll treat the story with the respect it des-”

“Danny doesn’t like reporters,” Bruce lied through his teeth; he had no idea what Danny did or did not like, and he would address the lack of press coverage later once he found out what was going on, “How did this get out?”

“Ah, well there may have been a slight incident at the local hospital, and it’s a little hard to hide a wall with a hole blown in it from a high meta.”

What.

“What hospital?”

The line went quiet.

“I…I’m feeling a bit like I’ve just ratted them out, sir.”

“I’m their father, it’s fine; what hospital?”

“Gotham General, sir. Mr. Daniel’s bodyguard broke a paparazzi’s legs as well, so…there’s also questions about using excessive force.”

Bruce allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and lament his quiet evening.

That was Jason. That was 100% Jason. This was absolutely something that had happened between the twins and Jason that they hadn’t wanted Bruce to know.

“I’ll get back to you on that interview,” Bruce said, hanging up without waiting for so much as a goodbye.

Without a word, he walked out of the BatCave and headed towards the garage, trying to occupy his mind to steer it away from imagining catastrophic injuries.

How unfortunate that his brain was insistent on catastrophizing something, and if it wasn’t allowed to imagine injuries, it was going to find something else.

Danny had been largely unknown to the press.

Gotham press Bruce could understand; they would understand the unspoken rule laid out by Janet and Jack to Not Talk About The Twin. But Metropolis news? They wouldn’t care at all.

There would have been reports on it. The Daily Planet would have called to ask for a story on property damage, not about the ‘hidden twin’.

There were other inconsistencies.

There were no pictures of Danny in the Manor, aside from the new one on the mantel that Alfred had managed to get the boy to sit still for. However, he was in the background of all of the photos he’d found of the Drake family online.

If it wasn’t for Barbara stating that she knew him, and for Tim’s easy familial interactions with him, Bruce would swear that Danny really hadn’t existed prior to-

…

Danny hadn’t existed.

He didn’t want to consider the possibility that Barbara lied, but if he did…

Tim enjoyed pranks. Danny was confirmed to have been captured by Ra’s. Danny had escaped. Tim had found Danny. More than likely, they had moved forward from there, and Tim was prone to becoming obsessively protective of family, and Danny was…

Ra’s had reached into a different dimension and grabbed that universe’s version of Tim. Except he hadn’t, because in that universe Tim had been born with an identical twin, and it would have been an easy mistake for someone not expecting that.

Tim and Barbara were trying their hardest to make sure that Danny had a place in this universe. They were trying their hardest to keep him.

Tim was absolutely not researching how to send Danny back; if he had been, he would have started refusing cases for the sake of research.

Bruce hauled himself into his car, started it, and took a moment to rest his forehead on the steering wheel.

He understood it, really. He did.

Danny fit into their family like a missing puzzle piece; he belonged with them.

But Danny was from a different dimension. He had to go home, no matter how much they wanted him to stay. His version of Bruce was probably tearing the laws of reality apart to get him back.

Bruce would do the same for any of his children, especially if it had been a kidnapping and not an accident.

Bruce sighed and slammed the car into reverse.

He didn’t have enough evidence, he would have to ask for further information.

And how he loathed admitting he did not know something.

In the meantime, he called the one person he would never have thought he’d have to ask for help.

He called John Constantine and told him, as Batman, that the Wayne family had a situation.

~~~~~~

John hated the rich.

Unless they were paying him, of course.

Which Bruce bloody Wayne would, if he wanted his help.

It had taken a bit of wandering, fending off hospital security, and walking past a smoking hole in a wall-fucking Gotham-before he’d managed to convince someone to just guide him to the room in question.

And because John was a snoop, and he knew he was, he stopped outside the door to listen in.

“-I know you’re from a different dimension, Danny, we just want to help you go back.”

“I don’t understand what I did wrong, why do you want to kill me?”

“Bruce what the fuck-”

“Old Man you’ve got it wrong-”

“John Constantine is on the way to pinpoint what Dimension you’re from. Danny, this hurts, I don’t want to do this, but you have to go back home.”

“But if you do that I’ll die!”

“Yeah Bruce he’ll-wait you’ll what? What?! Back the fuck up Old Man!”

“B, calm down. Your conclusion is inaccurate and you need to step back.”

“Danny, stop overreacting; your version of Bruce is probably very worried.”

Well this sounded like a lovely family conversation to walk into.

He opened the door without any fanfare and…yup. Rich people.

There was a revenant standing in front of an eldritch being waving an unused IV pole at Bruce Wayne while the CEO of Wayne Industries was trying to pull the old CEO away from the people in front of him.

Bruce Wayne was not moving.

“Right, so…I’m here to take a look at the…” John trailed off, finally getting a good look at the eldritch thing behind the revenant.

That was no kid.

That was an Ancient.

That was not just an Ancient.

That was the High King of the Infinite Realms, trapped in a mortal body and shackled to life.

This was not a God of Death, this was The God of Death; but tiny and human. Tiny, human, and for some unknown reason had chosen the Wayne family to live his life with.

John wasn’t going to pretend to know what went on in the mind of an Ancient Spirit turned God, but he did know how to take in what was in front of him.

The soul was seamlessly integrated into the body, only barely leaking out. There was a tether, presumably to the Infinite Realms, for the overflow of power that the mortal body could not handle. This looked like any other reincarnation, but with something more powerful than a normal soul.

Which meant that this was deliberate, and usually the reincarnated only held bare bone memories of their past life. If John actually did send the kid back to his home dimension, it was literally going to kill him. The only way for the tiny Royal in front of him to go back was through dying.

For all intents and purposes, this was just a kid. A kid acting as the eyes for a literal God.

And Bruce Wayne was about to royally fuck up said God’s judgment of their world.

“Wayne,” John whispered, eyes not leaving the Royal in front of him, “Wayne, we need to talk.”

“Ah, Mr. Constantine, you’re here. If you could-”

“Wayne,” John snapped, voice hoarse, “Get your bloody arse out of the bloody room right bloody now and listen to me!” by the end of his demand, John was not ashamed to admit that his voice had started hitting some very high notes.

Bruce Wayne’s eyes widened, and the fool finally acquiesced.

“Why is that guy always so gross?” He heard behind him as he closed the door.

He elected to ignore it in favor of setting the pompous rich arse in front of him straight.

“He isn’t lying; you send him back to his home dimension, he dies.”

Wayne looked stricken. Good. Now he had his attention.

“He’s a reincarnated soul from the Infinite Realms, and for whatever reason he decided that your family was the one he wanted to have. Why is he this old and a twin to someone who did not have a twin before? No idea. Not my business. But Wayne,” John walked forward, resting his hand on the man's chest before gripping his suit and yanking him down to eye level, “That kid is acting as the Eyes of a God. If you bugger this up, you bugger us up.”

John let the man go and walked away, throwing his business card over his shoulder.

“The JLD will keep in touch.”

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Tim had miscalculated.

Danny was still too high to be of any use.

Jason’s eyes were a luminescent green, so his cognitive faculties were essentially gone as well. Honestly it wasn’t a huge loss on his part, he doubted Jason would have had valuable input anyways.

His only saving grace was the occultist that had actually done something useful; he’d bought Tim time.

A quick text to Barbara that Bruce had catastrophized into the worst case scenario, again, and Tim got to work.

He stripped out of his suit jacket and pointed at Danny, catching Jason’s eyes.

“We’re switching places; help him undress and escort him out. Pay raise to-”

“You don’t have to pay me fucking money to make sure one of my brothers isn’t killed, Replacement,” Jason snarled, dropping the IV stand and turning to make quick work of Danny’s hoodie.

Danny tried to help, really, he did, but he couldn’t seem to find the coordination for it.

Regardless, in the three minutes it took for Constantine to lay into Bruce, he and Danny had managed to not only swap clothes, but to place an identical bandage on Tim’s hand.

Jason had only just managed to get Danny’s hair in the same style as Tim had when he’d walked in before they heard the door start to open again.

Jason took a half step back and placed himself squarely in front of the twins.

Tim was not surprised.

Jason's second worst nightmare, after all, was Bruce becoming a version of Willis he could not protect his siblings from.

From the look on Bruce’s face, he knew it, too.

Tim curled his hand around the batarang he’d hidden up his sleeve, fully prepared to do what he could to buy even more time for whoever Barbara had called as reinforcement to arrive.

But Tim didn’t get a chance to do that, because between one second and the next he was outside and being handed off to Kon by an only slightly winded Bart.

“Guys,” he started, feeling the migraine starting to build.

“It’s okay Danny we’ll break you out of Gotham and then Tim can come with you and then you can live with us forever because Speedsters are the best and-”

“Oracle said you’d been dosed with morphine, so I’m gonna have to carry you like Tim for a bit man. Sorry.”

“Guys-” Tim tried, but was manhandled into Kon’s arms.

“Don’t you worry about a thing Dantheman we’re gonna make sure you’re safe and then you can share your house with Kon because no one messes with Kon and you’ll be safe forever and-”

“You have the wrong twin, buffoons,” a young voice cut through, drawing their attention to the youngest Wayne.

Damian looked thoroughly unimpressed.

The look deepened when they heard the fire alarms start going off in the hospital that were more than likely, statistically speaking, courtesy of Jason.

“Come, Timothy; we must clean up the mess your poor planning has made,” the little demon brat ordered imperiously, turning on his heel and marching into the chaotic hospital.

Tim managed to wriggle out of Kon’s hold and patted his chest.

“Thanks, man,” he sighed, mentally preparing himself for the bullshit he was about to walk into.

Kon gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“I’ve decided that I’m gonna hang out in Gotham for a bit; just call my name if you need me, bro.”

Oh, Tim would.

He paused as he watched a very familiar motorcycle tear down the street.

In fact, Tim was tempted to call for Kon right that very moment.

“Timothy!”

…But he would have to face the consequences of his actions first.

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#dcxdp #dpxdc #TWINcognito mode #tim and danny pretend to be twins au #phanfic

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macravishedbymactavish · 5 months

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Friday (Alex Keller x F!Reader)

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Submission #2 for the Alex Keller Challenge - hosted by the amazing @glitterypirateduck

TW for : Steamy make out session (nothing graphic) - semi public and getting caught. OC Keller family.

Prompts Used:

Don't look at me like that

I told you it was a terrible idea [I told you this is a terrible idea]

This is by far the dumbest thing we've done

You wanted this as much as I did [you want this as much as I do]

“What's the worst that would happen?” You whispered, elbow resting on his shoulder as you two whispered back and forth. Your lip caught between your teeth as he stared at the ground, shaking his head.

“Someone catches us? A bear mauls us to death? Trying to explain how we both got poison ivy up in our business.” He whispered back, convincing himself that sneaking off from the campsite would be a terrible idea. Especially since his entire family was present, including his neices and nephew's.

“Then we keep it PG. We don't risk Poison ivy burns, or the wildlife catching us with our pants down.” You shrugged, standing from your spot as you started walking toward the cabin his parents owned. Smirking as you heard him softly cuss, jumping up to follow you to the back.

“You're terrible.” Alex sighed, rolling his eyes as you smiled at him. Tilting your head slightly as you studied his features. “Don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?!” You laughed, reaching up to rest your hand on his chest. Rubbing over the fabric slightly with your thumb.

“With the bedroom eyes.” He groaned, laying a hand over yours. Eyes moving over your figure as he actively reminded himself of the time he fell into poison ivy as a child. The discomfort he felt as he swore he'd never let it happen again.

“Well sorry, let me just pop my eyes out and replace them with my campsite eyes.” You teased, any further teasing cut short by his mouth gently finding yours in a loving kiss.

“This is a bad idea.” He mumbled, despite showing no signs that he wanted to stop.

His mouth moving against yours, the feeling of his hands warming your hips as you backed into the wall of the cabin. Your hands cupping either side of his face, holding him in place as he hummed in content.

“This is a terrible idea.” He whispered once again, barely pulling away. Eyes still closed as his moral compass spun out of control.

You both knew this was risky, you both knew this was to a degree disgusting teenager like behaviour. But the feeling of his body pressed against yours under the warm rays of sun; your personal little bubble of paradise wiped all concern from your mind.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” You taunted. Sliding one hand to the back of his neck; tugging gently on his hair. Eliciting a soft groan as he pulled you back into a deep kiss.

His hands sliding around your hips, cupping your ass as he pulled you flush against his hips. Kiss filling with fervor as he all but begged between kisses to leave the damn bonfire and continue this at home.

Moving your hips forward, you moaned softly into his mouth. Breath catching in your throat as you felt him pulling you closer, urging your actions on. Riling you up in return, until a small voice ruined the moment.

“Gross!” Pulling apart quickly, faces flushed from both your prior activities and being caught by Alex’s young nephew. “Everyone’s looking for you guys. It's time to eat.”

“Okay, bud. We’ll be over there soon.” Alex sighed, shuffling to stand behind you with an arm around your middle. Pressing his face against your shoulder as the boy immediately ran back to the group, explaining in great detail what he just saw.

“This was by far the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” Alex groaned, voice muffled by your shirt. Pulling back slightly to readjust before walking back out to where his family sat.

Walking back toward the picnic tables, you called over your shoulder. “You wanted this as much as I did.”

Sitting down at the picnic table, you smiled at the small baby in Ellie's arms. Wiggling your fingers, and chuckling at the squealing laughter you caused.

“So, I'm going to be the cool Auntie sooner than later?” Ellie teased, watching in amusement as your expression fell and cheeks lit up in a deep blush.

“I told you it was a terrible idea!” You heard Alex argue from somewhere behind you.

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xxfromthestartxx · 10 months

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Part 2 of new recruit plssss

Troubleshooting (Miguel O'hara) (Part 2 of New Recruit?)

pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Filipino F! Reaser

summary: You've been in the spider society for quite a while now. Having a complicated situationship with Miguel led you to facing consequences and having a hard time to decide. What will happen if you have to choose between him or saving the kids?

warnings: angst(?), MAJOR ATSV SPOILERS‼️, PTSD, very inaccurate description of PTSD because I can't explain the feeling(?), suggestive(?) in some way

a/n: I was actually having a hard time thinking of a title for this one but no worries, you'll get a context once you've finished the story!!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (COMING SOON)

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That was almost a year ago, now, you're officially part of the spider society, fighting and attending missions that were assigned by Miguel.

Right now, you were fighting an anomaly in an alternate universe, swinging around the city as you shot webs into the anomaly's body. You smiled at your work, his body barely noticeable because of the webs you've shot to his body.

You smiled at your work before throwing him the device Miguel had given you, just then your watch beeped. A hologram of Jess popped up and you immediately greeted her.

"Hey, Jess." You greeted with a smile, "What's up?" You asked, "A universe is collapsing, I would appreciate it if you go right now. I sent you the location." She replied, her voice firm.

"What?" Your eyes widened and nod, "Got it." You quickly opened the portal to the location and went running.

You walked out of the portal, examining what's happening. "Jess!" You called out the pregnant woman. "What the hell happened?"

"They interrupted a canon event." Her gaze fell on the group of four. You immediately recognized them. "Miles?" Your eyes widened at the realization, "Lagot kayo kay Miguel." (You guys are busted.)

"That's what I was saying." Jess said, "Y/n?" Miles asked, looking over to Gwen. "Even Y/n is part of the spider society?“ he asked her, his mask squinting.

You looked at Gwen before looking at Miles, then to the rest of the group of Spiderpeople who were examining the collapsing universe. "Tangina," you cursed, sighing before looking at Jess. (Son of a bitch,)

"What did the boss say?" You asked her, "He wants Miles on HQ, with Gwen." Jess said. "You know you shouldn't move around too much, you have a baby with you." You gestured at her, then her stomach.

"Care to go with them? I know Miguel would go nuts to them so I really would appreciate if you come." She said, the two spiderteens still staring at the both of you conversing.

"Sure, not like I have a choice." You said with a small smile, "I got it from here." You nod once then turned to the teens. "What the hell did you do?

"It was an accident, he didn't know." Gwen defended Miles, "Goodluck saying that to boss man." You huffed, "You know he's been grumpy these days." You continued, recalling the last time the two of you fought, it ended up being nasty.

"I know, but please? Try to talk to him?“ Gwen pleaded, putting both hands together. "I'll try, now, come on, Miles. We need to go there." You ushered the boy, creating a portal to the HQ.

The four of you entered Miguel's Office, Hobie in tow while Gwen and Miles were right behind you. "This will freak him out, honestly." You muttered to yourself.

"Kalmahan mo beh, okay lang 'to." You tried to reassure yourself, picking at your hands. The voices of the others became more distant as it was replaced by buzzing sounds. (Calm down, it's going to be okay.)

This always happens to you when you're overwhelmed, even before you turned into Spider-woman. You were pulled out of your trance when Gwen called you out, poking your arms.

"Hey, you good?" She asked, worry filled her eyes. "Yep, totally." You were trying your best to be nonchalant about it but it's hard when you know something bad will happen.

As the 4 of you reach Miguel's office you notice Hobie stealing something, a curious glint in your eyes. You slowed down and let Miles and Gwen take the lead.

You walked with Hobie, flashing him a small smile. You let the hologram near your thigh disappear for a second, revealing your shorts. You reached something from your pocket and gave it to him. You placed your finger in your lips and smiled. He gave a smirk and nodded.

You covered yourself with the hologram once again, catching up to Gwen and Miles. Once the 3 of you entered the room, you let out a small cough. He didn't say anything until Miles looked at Gwen and was about to say something when Gwen stopped him.

"Yeah, I know it's long, but it's his thing." Gwen said and you could only shrug. "Miguel O'hara, meet Miles Morales." Gwen gestured to Miles. Miles chuckled and raised his hands. "Aye, que tal, tió!" He shrugged, "What? I speak Spanish." (How are you, uncle!)

You cringed at him before he brought out an empanada box. "Te treja... Una empanada-" he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence when Miguel used his web to grab the box. He looked at the group and said, "Que maravilla." (I brought you an empanada-) (Wonderful.)

He dropped the box and made eye contact with you. You raised your eyebrows before Miles' voice was muffled by your own thoughts. You were pulled out by your thoughts when your spider senses went off.

You quickly caught it with one hand while Miles duck. "He's worried about the Spot." He started, "I'll worry about the Spot." You clutched what he threw before dropping it, leaving a dent on the metal.

"What did I do?" Miles asked, still kneeling. "Miguel, it's not his fault." Gwen defended Miles, "Fault? Hold up." He stood up, looking at Gwen. "You blew another hole in the multiverse!" Miguel exclaimed.

"He doesn't know better." Gwen replied, "I do know- what- not know..." You narrowed your eyes on the conversation. "But you did, Gwen." Gwen closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "And you," he turned to Hobie who was chilling.

"I'm just trying to ignore you." He turned his back before facing Hobie once again, "I just can't." You sighed before he repeated his words at the same time Hobie said, "I ain't even here." While laying down.

"Okay, that's enough." You stepped in, "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?" Miguel crossed his arms at you. "I finished the mission early." You copied his actions, crossing your arms across your chest and looking up at him with a frown.

"Then you're dismissed." The tension was getting thicker and thicker and you could only scoff. "I'm not leaving these kids with you, you threw a metal at Miles!“ you squint your eyes at him. "What's happening?" Miles asked Gwen who only shrugged.

"Hey, Miguel! Come on, go easy on the kid. He had a terrible teacher." Peter B. came out of the shadows before sticking with one hand into the ceiling. He brushed off some bits of his food before talking. All of you turned to see him and you immediately smiled. Miguel noticed it and scowled.

"He had no chance." Peter chuckled, "Peter," Miles greeted, Gwen in tow. "Oh boy, humbling reality Spiderman has arrived." You chuckled at Hobie's words before shaking your head whilst Miles approached Peter with a hug. "Miles!" Peter greeted, "Dude!" The two of them hugged and you turned to look at Miguel.

Peter pulled away from the hug before placing both his hands on Miles' shoulders. "Don't be afraid of my friend Miguel, he just looks scary. He's got no bite." He reassured the child, you rolled your eyes before mumbling, "Oh trust me, he bites, alright."

"Peter." Miguel growled before turning his back. As Peter and Miles continued to talk, you took a look at your watch before texting your best friend that you might be home late and they might have to do the patrol by themselves.

You were interrupted when Mayday swung by you, babbling about something. She started crawling up, still babbling while Miles and Peter were still talking. "Mayday!" You smiled brightly at her before shooting a web next to her, landing right beside her.

"Hey, baby." You smiled, as she makes grabby hand to you. You carried her and cradled her to your chest before jumping down. "Who's Auntie Y/n's favorite niece?" You asked in a baby voice, poking her nose as she giggled. "Yes, you are." The both of you giggled while you pressed kisses on her face.

You pulled back, still smiling before she webbed her way to Miguel. You narrowed your eyes at her before she crawled at Miguel, sitting by his shoulder. She made grabby hands at you, and you sighed. You made your way beside Miguel, grabbing Mayday once again.

"You know a lot, young lady." You whispered to her, squinting your eyes before she blew raspberries at you, escaping your grasp and crawling at Miguel once again. Peter made his way beside Miguel, showing off pictures of Mayday casually. "Miguel, look at this one." He showed it to you before you got close and started complimenting the baby.

"Aw, Mayday is such a cutie! Ang sarap pisilin!" You squealed, putting both hands on your face. "I'm trying to hold a serious, adult conversation." Miguel replied, pushing you away from Peter. (I want to squeeze her!)

"Anyway, Y/n, one of the Peter's was looking for you, don't know why but he said it was important." Peter shrugged and looked at Miguel, waiting for his reaction. "Oh? Where?" You asked, tilting your head. "Cafeteria." He simply said.

"Alright." You shrugged before jumping down the platform. "I'm leaving the kids to you." You called out to Peter, walking away. Before you completely leave the area you stopped, pausing for a second before looking at Miguel. "Oh, and Miguel?"

He grunted, raising his eyebrows. "You left something in my apartment." You then walked away, leaving the scene completely. Miguel's face felt hot as Peter and others looked at him. "What?" Miles asked Gwen, looking at her with a confused face. Gwen shrugged at him before turning to Hobie.

Hobie smirked and shrugged, looking at Miguel. "What does she mean by that?" Peter was stunned to say the least. Miguel brushed him off before clearing his throat, regaining his composure and speaking once again.

"Not a word."

It's not even half an hour when your spider senses went off, you excused yourself from the Peter who was looking for you and went to Miguel's office quickly, webbing yourself up and dodging the other spiderpeople.

"Shit, shit, shit." You repeated those words again and again. You made your way and found that there were a lot of Spiderpeople in the area. You squeezed through them to find Miles, Gwen, Peter, Jess, and Miguel in the middle.

Miguel captured Miles into one of the electromagnetic fields and everyone erupted into chaos. "Miles!" You called out, everyone turning to you. "Miguel, what the hell?" You reached for Miles but was stopped by a web.

"Peter?" You questioned him, looking at him. You easily broke the webbing and turned to Miguel. "He can't go back and it'll be safer if he's here." He said to no one in particular. "You can't just cage him!" Gwen exclaimed.

You glanced at Hobie, seeing how he was coaching Miles. "It's better this way, kid." Miguel replied to Gwen. "I said, don't call me that." Miles said before he broke the field, leaving everyone stunned. You smiled, proud of him for his power.

Miles realized these and looked at his fingers before he made eye contact with Miguel. He immediately ran away, you watched as Miguel ran after him, your heart dropping at the scene. "Tangina," you cursed before it all went ballistic. (Son of a bitch.)

You didn't participate in the catch, preparing something while you pray for Miles to escape Miguel's wrath. You knew how bad it can be and how harsh Miguel could be. You are one to witness those things.

The next thing you knew, you were in the go-home machine because your spider senses told you to. You walked towards Spider-byte and waved your hand.

"Hey." You greeted too casually for your own liking. "'Sup? You didn't go?" She asked, referring to the chase. "I'm pretty sure most of the spider society is there, it won't hurt to miss one." You shrugged, examining the screens.

Your spider senses went off again, looking around for something but you can't see it. On the other hand, Miles was sneaking in, pressing buttons as fast as he could. That alerted both you and Spider-byte; the both of you looked at each other before she went to work. You purse your lips before helping her, trying to cancel the working machine.

Strings of curses were heard from the both of you, still trying to stop the machine. Out of nowhere, Lyla appeared and started helping the both of you. Spider-byte started duplicating herself and you could feel that someone was approaching.

It was a flash, one minute you were trying to get the go-home machine and the next minute you were watching in horror as Miguel tried to get Miles out of the machine. He was using his brute force, you glanced at Spider-byte who was thinking twice if she should help him. You didn't think about it and shot a web into the screen, sending Miles back into his universe.

"NO!" Miguel exclaimed, his breaths heavy and ragged. The robot beside him looked like it was tilting its head. Miguel ripped it off and you bit your lip in anticipation. He turned to look at you and you froze on the spot. "What was that?!" You flinched at his booming voice, pulling you back into reality.

"Where were you?!" He demanded, but you stayed silent. "All he had to do was listen!" He shouted, "Why didn't he listen?" He asked, turning his back to everyone. "Maybe you weren't hard enough on him!" Gwen tried to reason but Jess murmured. "Gwen, don't do it."

"You let him go, you didn't catch him, Gwen."

"Me?"

"Okaay- let's just all take a deep breath-"

"Peter, you want to back me up?"

"Well, okay, Miguel. As a father of a daughter and a son of a mother-"

"Yeah, actually, stop talking."

"Okay, duly noted."

Your brain was melting, you were this close to hyperventilating but you kept it together, it didn't help that the useless exchange of words were making you want to bury yourself in a hole. "Let me just talk to him.“

Gwen tried to walk towards the go-home machine but Miguel webbed his way to Gwen, towering her. "We tried that." Miguel said, walking towards you while Gwen backed up, "He's my friend."

"Yeah, that's the problem. And you," he stopped in front of you. Your composure never faltered, standing up straight. "You let him escape too." His voice was rough, it makes you want to scratch the hell out of his throat. "You didn't catch him either."

"You weren't even there." He raised his voice, "There were thousands of Spiderpeople who were chasing Miles with you, one Spider-woman isn't a big of a deal!" He stayed silent, glaring at you before Gwen spoke up.

"Do you know for a certain what happens if he breaks the canon?" At this point, she was behind Miguel. Miguel turned to her and started walking. "Do you want to find out?" He asked, "I told you she was a liability."

You clench your fists at his words, trying to calm down. "You're wrong. Jess, tell him his wrong." Gwen's voice and tone made your heart crack. Jess sighed, "He's not." She replied, making you seeth in anger, but this wasn't your fight, you knew what they talked about, and it breaks your heart that you couldn't do anything about it.

"Are you serious right now?" Gwen asked, looking at Jess. "I told you. You let him get away. I can't help you." Jess shrugged, holding her belly. "Y/n, please, tell him." She begged you. Your heart ached and you tried to reach for Miguel but Peter stopped you.

"Miguel, that's enough." You tried but he ignored you. "I'm not coming." Gwen said stubbornly as the claws of the go-home machine reached for her. "You're right." Miguel said coldly. You realized what was happening and you immediately pushed Peter out of the way.

"What?" Gwen was then grabbed by the machine, "Wait! Miguel, stop it!" You shouted, but Jess blocked you. "What the hell?!" Gwen raised her voice, struggling because of the machine. You gently pushed Jess away, not harming her baby on any way. You tried to web your way into the controls but Miguel webbed you first. "Miguel! Let her go!"

"Go home, Gwen." You got out of his web, running to the machine while panicking before she begged for you. "Please, Y/n! Help me out here! Please! I need to talk to Miles!“ you purse your lips, trying your best but it was no use, Miguel had taken over the machine and it was final.

"We are supposed to be the good guys." Those were her last words before she was sent home. You dropped both of your fists into the control and groaned, hitting it on repeat. You knelt down, tears forming in your eyes. There was a silent pause, everyone was silent and you were too. "We are." You heard Miguel say, "We are the good guys."

You stood up, wiping away your tears. "Jess, prepare for a mission. And you too, Ben." Miguel ordered, walking towards you. "And you, you are out." Miguel towered over you, "So, that's it, huh? Alright, suit yourself." You removed your watch, throwing it at him. You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head.

"That's it? That's how easy it is for you, huh? Of course it's easy for you. I was nothing for you in the first place. There's thousands of other variant of me and you've made that pretty clear." Miguel furrowed his brows at you, looking around before grabbing your wrist and pulling you away. "Stop." You tried to get away from him but his grip is strong. You're sure it will leave a bruise.

"Let me go, tangina ka." (You son of a bitch.) You pulled away, still struggling at his grip. "Hayop ka, bitaw sabi!" (You asshole, I said let go!) You push him away, but he just dragged you into somewhere private. "Puta ka! San mo 'ko dadalhin?! Bitawan mo ako! Pagkatapos mo ako paalisin sa grupo!".(You bitch! Where are you going to take me?! Let me go! After you kick me out of the group!)

"I can't understand you." Miguel groaned when you slapped him. "Wag mo ko ma-english english, ah!" You pulled your wrist away, massaging it before glaring at him. "What the hell do you want me to do, speak Spanish to you?" (Don't talk to me in english, ah!)

"Open a portal back to my universe." You demanded and he looked at you in the eyes. "You can't just tell everyone that and expect me to open a portal for you to go home."

"You wanted me out of the group, and I'm fine with it." You lied, gripping your wrist tighter. "What you said earlier." Miguel disregarded your last words, bringing the conversation about earlier. This wasn't his priority, he should've been on a mission right now, taking care of what Miles did but here he is, clearing up things with you.

"What? That I'm nothing to you? Didn't you make it clear? 'I could've picked any variant of you.' then you should've picked someone else!" You spat, glaring at him. "What?" Miguel narrowed his eyes. "Stop, please. Just bring me home so we can end this." You sighed, eager to go home so you could at least take a break for a moment.

"I'm not bringing you home until you clarify what you meant." Yes, you were stubborn but so is he. "Let it go, Miguel. I don't want to fight with you anymore, please." You ran your fingers to your hair, your heart beating fast.

"We agreed that there were no strings attached." That made your heart race and crack, you felt it drop to the floor. You sighed, not ready for this kind of talk. "There is no string. Now just let me go and you can chase Miles throughout the multiverse."

"I don't understand." Miguel said, running his hands on his face. "What more do you want me to say? That our whole situationship is nothing to you, that you just used me to get off, that this whole arrangement is a fucking regret to you?! You already told me that! You don't need to tell me again. You've made it clear when you were drunk. Now bring me back home or I'll use the go-home machine."

Miguel's eyes widened at your outburst but he easily regained composure. He walked towards you and you backed up, shaking your head. "Stay away." Your voice was shaky, you didn't know what you were doing, but it was just like a natural response to back away from him.

Miguel noticed the fear in your eyes and stopped, he didn't know why but he did. He didn't recognize it at first, it was foreign in your eyes, you never looked at him like that in a way and it shocked him. It made his heart stop for a moment. "Don't... Just don't come near me." You breathed out, shaky hands now noticed by Miguel.

"What?“ he tried to reach you but you flinched. He retracted his hands and looked at you with confusion. "Y/n..." His voice sounded so foreign to you, it was like this was the first time you met him. It was your brain's natural response to shut down everything when something bad happens.

Miguel looked at you with a mix of emotions, some unknown even for him. You looked so scared of... Him. You looked so frightened, so alarmed of him. "Get me home," you whispered, your voice still shaky. "I'm not-"

"Get me home!" You snapped, quickly putting a hand on your mouth before shaking your head. You didn't mean to raise your voice, your eyes widened and you slowly backed away. You gripped your necklace tighter on the other hand, ready to unleash whatever you can to just go home.

"Please, Miguel. I don't want to talk to you anymore, bring me back home." You were tearing up, tears making their way down your cheek. "Just, please." You were in the middle of a panic attack, your PTSD triggering your senses.

Miguel didn't know what to do, neither what to say. He could hear your heart beating too fast for your own good. He tried to reach for you but you backed away once again. "Y/n, calm down.

You couldn't, it was like it was happening once again. It was the same position as this and it was too much for you. You blinked, trying to calm down. "Shit," you cursed, facing your back at him before running to the go-home machine.

"Hey! Get back here! We're not done talking!" Miguel called out, chasing after you. You feel like your knees are giving up on you and your vision is getting blurry by the second. You shot a web for you to swing but It was too late, you lifted yourself up and realized your mistake. Your body fluids isn't in it's normal rates, in short, your webs aren't coming out of you. "Tangina." (Son of a bitch.)

Your arms felt like jelly, flailing around you. You tried to shoot webs everywhere just to catch yourself but no webs were coming out and you are falling at an alarming rate. You could feel the panic settling in your chest, and you thought twice before unleashing him. "Wait lang, shet." (Just wait for a moment, shit.)

The sight of a silhouette made your eyes shrink, you once again, tried to shoot webs from your wrist but the panic was messing with you. Messing with your brain. You tried and tried and tried but no webs were coming out of you. The silhouette was getting closer, too close for you. "Gago, Lord, hindi pa po ako ready." (Lord, I'm not ready yet.)

They grabbed you, securing you with their hands on your waist and the other to web the both of you up. You felt so light, you couldn't make up the world because of the stress. It was like you have a hangover from one of the nights you drank with your friends. "Buhay pa naman ata ako, noh?" (I'm still alive, right?)

You let out a slurred "Thank you" to the stranger before everything went black to you. The grip of your waist tightened, scared that if they let go, you'll fall. They settled you on the floor before calling for the med-bay to prepare for a patient.

Miguel let out a huff, fixing your hair to the side to get a better view of you. "What the hell were you thinking?!" He whisper-yelled, sighing before pursing his lips and looking around.

Miguel noticed that your necklace was broken, bits of your suit retracting because of it. He silently cursed before he saw a black kind of liquid leaking out. He blinked and it was gone. He rubbed his eyes before checking it once again.

He shrugged it off before carrying you in bridal style. Soon, you glitched, sending Miguel in a rukus. Miguel almost dropped you, he barely made it, inches away from dropping your head.

He clicked his tongue, getting a day pass from his watch and putting it on your wrist. He brought you closer, checking if you were okay. Not even glitching woke you up, you must be really tired.

He realized that the watch wasn't the only one that was keeping you from glitching, knowing you, you must've made the a similar device that could keep you from glitching. And his only guess was it was on your necklace.

"Fuck, you really are something, aren't you?" He whispered before continuing on walking to the med-bay, carrying you. A small smile tugged on his lips, looking at you softly. It felt so wrong, and it is wrong. He should be saving the multiverse but here he was, saving you first. "I told you no strings attached." He started, sighing before lokking away from your face.

"But there was something connecting us even before I've said it."

a/n: Get it? Trouble shooting? Helpp it was funny when I thought of it 😭 I'm so funny help

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Why hes called...

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a/n I really wanted to change the name of the series to Why hes called Badger what do we think of that?

They were loaded into a van and had a pickup truck full of Los Vaqueros with them in a staging area. Time felt like it was dragging on while they waited for Ghost team one to clear through the tunnels and into the base. Badger had smoked down to the bottom of his second cigarette and was questioning whether to light a third when finally Alejandro's voice jumped onto their comm channel.

“All Ghost, one is inside”

Badger quickly put out the cigarette on the bottom of his boot and rolled his mask back down to cover his face completely while Simon responded back,

“Copy that. Two is inbound to the gate. You’re cleared hot when target is marked”

The van and the truck rumbled forwards on the road towards their target, and a helicopter could be seen rising from the tree line as well. Simon turned to them this time “We think Graves is in the HQ, holding his ground”

“Once we’re in, we split up. Close air clears the way.” Rudy pointed towards the helicopter that Captain Price was in. They all nodded and Simon continued

“With Shadows on the run, we locate Graves and kill him. Comprendes?”

“ completely , Lieutenant. All Ghost, stand by for breach”

Badger nodded and rechecked his newly issued weapon from the safehouse, he was packing light with only a hand full of replacement magazines being available for his use, he supposed Alejandro couldn't have expected that he would have to completely rearm the Los Vaqueros from just one safe house. He was trying to not bounce his leg in nervous energy the closer they got to the target.

“Soap, get the designator and mark targets for Price in the helo” Simon pointed to a scope on the wall of the van, Soap made an affirmative sound before collecting the scope and turning back to Simon. The van stopped in front of the gate, Badger's grip on his rifle tightened as he looked out the window to Shadows moving out from their post in suspicion. “Soap, you’re up- spot the entrance for the Captain”

“Security gate is off our left side” Rudy pointed out for Soap to get a better idea of where he was to be aiming the captain.

He stood from his spot next to Rudy and pushed towards the driver side crouching down in the window before bringing the scope to his eye, it only took him moments for him to target the right spot.

“Request for fire, Target marked” no sooner than the words leaving his mouth did the target turn into a fireball, and they got first hand witness of Shadows being tossed into the air from the force of the explosion and an entrance being made for Ghost team.

“Good guns, Bravo-6” The van was speeding towards the now open gate

“Copy, get to the HQ and find graves. Alejandro, use the chaos for cover and get to Valeria.”

“On me--go, go!” Rudy was rushing out the back of the van before it had even come to a complete stop, the driver was similarly bailing from the vehicle and they rushed to follow Rudy, the team from the pickup falling into as they rushed into the compound.

Badger stuck to Johnny like glue as he used the designator scope to mark targets for Price, Johnny had dropped to a knee the moment they had taken cover at the first building to mark up another building further up the road that had shooters firing down at them.

“Target marked- fire when ready.” He sounded a little giddy, it was expected when he was involved with blowing things up. Badger felt conflicted when the air support came in through, because on one hand they needed that cleared and on the other they were severely damaging the Los Vaqueros base, likely home for most of them. Rudy didn't seem to be bothered by it at the moment though.

“If Graves is in the HQ. we need to find him, keep pushing up”

They pushed forwards as the building in front of them erupted from the attacks from Captain Price and the Pilot. They came closer to the building, decimated and fired upon the Shadows that seemed to be flooding from the flames, most of them unable to return fire due to the flames that seemed to be sticking to them. Badger was trying to be tactical with his shots all too aware of the inability to be able to restock while hunting Graves but the firefight was chaos like Captain Price predicted and he was already reloading a magazine.

They pushed forwards again closer to where a scaffold tower was, well that is until they got pinned down dodging into the poor cover of cement barriers.

“Taking belt-fed fire from beneath the tower! Take it out!” Simon shouted into the comms looking over at Badger and Johnny from his own cover, Johnny was peeking out from behind the barrier to target the tower and Badger anxiously scanned the area to ensure no one was targeting Johnny specifically, it all seemed to be cover fire intent on keeping them in one spot for now. Not that it would last long if Johnny got his targeting right.

“Target marked, you're cleared hot!” He finally pulled back into the cover of the barrier and they took the moment to wait for Price to confirm the target.

“Copy- engaging your mark”

The Tower came down horrifically, the metal screeching as it crashed into the roof of a neighboring building and the suppression fire ceased, presumably crushed under the tower. They still had to fight through a motor pool littered with Shadows with the intention to kill, they pushed up as fast as they could, taking down any shadow that popped out from behind the cover of the cherry red tanker trucks parked in neat rows.

Rudy took the lead again running up to the stairs that lead to the higher level of the courtyard, this level held the destroyed tower and the building it crashed into. This of course was also filled to the brim with Shadows. Badger was surprised at how many Shadows Graves had managed to transport here originally, it seemed like an absurd amount of them for something that originally started as a covert mission to capture Hassan.

Badger and Johnny were following closely on Rudy's trail for cover, but Badger shouted when Johnny suddenly dropped down to his knee. His panic was only subsided when he noticed the scope back in Johnny's hand and he was targeting the building that held the tower.

“Requesting fire, grids marked”

“Copy your mark, weapons lose" Price confirmed as Johnny was being hauled back to his feet and dragged along with Badger.

“Feckin call when yer doin that shite, though you were fuckin shot” Badger snarled at him and Johnny looked to almost pale at the words, he nodded but Rudy was speaking to them before he could respond to Badger.

“Go through the barracks to the main building, That is the HQ. Graves would be there”

“That tower looks like it could get us closer to the HQ” Simon suggested as they pushed forwards again toward the barracks that Rudy pointed for them. Badger and Johnny pushed into the barracks, dropping anything that moved in their way, the place was crawling with Shadows that seemed to materialize in the corners. He had to reload again.

“Badge, targeting” Johnny called to him before he knelt again to steady his hand, he was looking out the window towards the HQ building. “Requesting fire, target tagged.”

“Target acquired, shots out”

They watched as the Helo drew closer, and the ripping sound of its gun tore through the air as the trucks that once in front of the HQ turned to fireballs killing the Shadows inside them. They targeted the men on the sidewalk in front of the doors to the HQ as they pushed from the barracks, Captain Price continued with the supporting fire allowing them to get closer with the limited cover between the ruined barracks and the HQ building.

“There it is, Graves should be inside!” Rudy and Simon were pushing up towards the further staircase from Badger and Johnny.

“Still got your flag up on the HQ”

“Let's keep it that way”

They got to the front doors and met back up, and checked the doors, all locked.

“It's locked, Rudy, what do you got?” Soap pulled on the door of the HQ again in a futile attempt to get them to open.

“Breacher charge”

“Nice” Soap took a step away from the door and let Rudy set the charge, Simon pulled Johnny further back from the charge, pushing him between himself and Badger.

“Clear to engage all threats inside. If you see Graves, drop him” Simon was ordering as Rudy was putting the final touch on the charge, watching as he too took a step away from the door. Johnny leaned out from between them and in an apologetic tone spoke to Rudy,

“Hey- Sorry about your base” he truly sounded remorseful, so did Rudy when he responded,

“ Me too, brother” he had the controls for the charge in his hands and he nodded to them before counting down and executing the charge, the door blew open and they rushed inside and were met unsurprisingly with the fire fight. Badger caught sight of Graves running on the second deck further into the building.

“Contact! Second Deck, Graves is on the run!” Badger shouted as he took fire towards Graves, he really wanted to get his share of the butcher bill from Graves, burning need for revenge and slowly started to replace the ice in his bones.

The second floor of the building seemed to be office space, or something similar because Badger found that he was jumping over desks in an effort to catch Graves, but Shadows per usual seemed to be popping out of nowhere keeping him from getting his hands on Graves.

Badger hadn't realized how much further he had gotten from his group, he was already in the control room and chasing Graves out an exit. He had just enough on Badger that he couldn't catch up and the shots that Badger managed to get off missed as Graves seems to be running erratically. Badger in his haste and unfamiliarity of the building ran outside and immediately fell half way down the flight of stairs that started only steps from the exit door. He cursed loudly.

“All stations, Be advised, Graves went over the wall.” Price reported over the comms.

“Sergeant!” Simon sounded furious. “Keep close” He was hauled to his feet and nearly thrown into Johnny as they moved down the stairs. They made it to the bottom safely just in time to watch an unseen RPG hit the helicopter that Price and the Pilot were in. Dred filled him as he watched the helicopter spiral with no control and Captain Price's panic come in over the comms

“We’re hit! We’re hit!”

“Price-!” Simon sounded equally as panicked as he watched the spiral come closer to the ground.

“Going down. We’re going down!”

“Steamin’ hell…Captain!” Soap was shouting into the comms looking for away to reach the Captain, they heard the helicopter crash as it went out of view,

“ That fucking bastard, Graves!” Rudy cursed “lets get over and stop him”

“Rodolfo, what's on the other side?” Soap reluctantly left the locked door that he thought would have brought him closer to helping Price, they had to focus on the mission they had to get Graves. He had to get Graves.

“Training grounds, who knows what his plan was with that” Rudy was standing at the base of the wall and looking up towards the top. Johnny immediately crouched to help Rudy up the wall.

“I gotcha, go on” Soap urged as he boosted him up to to the wall, ”let's end this asshole”

Badger helped Johnny get up the wall. They both sat straddled on the wall looking down at them, and Soap looked down at them expectantly. Badger hesitated.

“Guys coming?”

“No. Price and the pilot need help,” He nodded to Badger “you three finish this” It was all the permission that Badger needed, he hauled himself up the wall taking Johnny's hand for help to make it all the way over. He looked back down to Simon once he got onto the wall. “Don't get distracted” Simon was taking off as soon as the words left his lips.

“Look!” Rudy sounded panicked and it brought his attention back to the situation at hand. “That's not ours” Fuckin hell it was a tank coming around one of the buildings

“Holy shit… Graves brought a fuckin tank” This just got alot harder than he expected it to be. Badger's usual grace continued as he crashed down off the wall barely escaping the shot from the tank, Rudy and Johnny rolled out of the way with ease and took off in opposite directions. It was important they did not bunch up.

“Looks like the hunters are gettin hunted now, huh? Ain't that a kick in the ass?” Graves voice flooded over the comms, it shouldn't of been unexpected considering they've shared comms before but to hear his voice now sent a shiver down Badgers spine. He darted into the first open building he saw, he needed to get to higher ground.

The building wasn't empty, he ran straight into a nest of Shadows, it was stupid to assume Graves wouldn't of had support in the training grounds, He exploded into action taking down the first two closest to the door before dodging behind the corner of the stairs for cover.

“Contact! Buildings are festerin with Shadows!”

“Can't wait to bake this bastard” Johnny was teasing over the comms, Badger watched him dart behind cover in the open. Another set of shadows moved from their own cover, and with another burst of fire he watched as they collapsed to the floor, the final one shouted and scrambled for cover again.

“We'll need something stronger to Kill Graves in that tank” Rudy was also dodging between cover outside of the main training building. “This is our training area- plenty we can use, look around.”

Johnny was bolting again and narrowly missed being fired upon by Graves, who knocked down a wall in an attempt to get closer to Johnny, Badger cursed as he watched Johnny stumble, and cursed, he should have his help but he had to clear this building damned if they got Graves only to be taken by a stray shot. Rudy rushed to his position and dragged him to his feet and pointed to a brightly colored boxes that littered around the training grounds “Soap! Find some C4 we can use on the tank” He pushed him towards the box before he fired upon Graves again taking the attention away from Soap as he searched. A Burst of fire pebbled the wall right next to Badger, he cursed as he turned around to see the Shadow that had scrambled for cover, weapon shaking in his hand.

“Thought yer were elite private army?” Badger shook his head and moved towards the Shadow who was struggling with his weapon, a jam maybe? He raised his own weapon to fire upon the Shadow when he bolted, out of the building, weapon thrown at Badger in an attempt to get more time. Badger just stepped to the door watching as the Shadow ran to the only area of the training grounds that seemed not to have cover. He collapsed as bullets tore into his armor and into his flesh. Badger turned back to the house and went to the roof.

“You and your Mexican friends fucked with the wrong hombre MacTavish” Graves voice was grating,

“Come on out and lets talk about it”

“You think this is a fucking game out here? You wanna play war? Lets place some fuckin war chicos!”

Graves spotted the building that Johnny was rummaging through and fired upon the building bullets tearing the wall open,

“One o’ you dip-shits need to die last-- whos it gonna be?”

Badger lost track of Rudy on the ground and he only hoped that Johnny hid further in the building. Graves needed to be distracted, he had to get him away from Johnny so that he could get the C4.

“Oi! Graves!” Badger had ran down and out into the same open section as the downed Shadow. He fired blindly towards the tank, well aware that it was doing nothing against the armor.

“Oh the little Badger back again?” Well he certainly got the attention he was looking for, the ground between him and the tank was torn up with Graves firing upon him, He darted between cover shooting blindly in the hopes to get Johnny and Rudy more time for whatever they were doing. The supporting Shadows were gone, He did his job. “Badger this cat and mouse game is significantly less fun when you hide the entire time!”

Fuck. He had done it this time, the last place he darted behind was too close to the outer training wall and Graves cut off his only other escape. “You know Badge, I wasn't finished playing before your friends interrupted, I think you've earned last to die” His voice grated on Badger's nerves, he wanted to get out from the cover, he wanted to get away, he wanted to tear Graves limb from limb.

“Go fuck yourself Graves!” Johnny! The tank turned away from where Badger was cornered and instead to view where Johnny had successfully made it to the roof of the building.

“You got a healthy respect for authority Soap” Badger was a forgotten plaything again, “I like that about you” Badger bolted from where he was pinned down, he caught a flash of Rudy running and he met up with him. He had a handful of C4 and a detonator.

There was a loud explosion from where the tank had been before Badger ran. He heard Johnny whoop and Rudy looked over his shoulder to the tank.

“Tank is taking Damage, hit him again!” Rudy reported before he waved Badger to follow him back towards the tank, he tossed his load of C4 and waited for the tank to cross over it. Johnny jumped down from his spot on the roof, moving towards the same direction that Rudy's C4 was, leading him.

“You’re Shepherd's lapdog. You get paid to break the rules”

“There's only two rules here, boys. Walk away or win. Guess which one I choose?”

More shadows entered the training grounds and crossed where Johnny was heading, Badger cursed and headed that way.

“Shoulda gone home when you had the chance Soap- y'all and that asshole with the mask, hiding behind that uniform” Graves was starting to become belligerent, the previous misplaced humor retreating from his tone.

Badger entered the same building as Johnny, the firefight inside already started in full, he entered through the carport and fired into the first shadow he saw, watching them fall back onto the hood of a rusted out car, they partially fell into the hood of the car it crumbing under the slack weight.

“You wore that uniform!” Badger shouted into the Comms, turning to further enter the building, he could hear Johnny going up the stairs, bodies littered behind him.

“That uniform was a limitation, I shed that skin..” Like the snake he is.

“Like a fuckin’ snake-” Johnny sounded disgusted as he spoke, Badger met up with him on the roof and followed after him as he pointed to a torn up building before jumping down from the roof, Badger rolled back to his feet following Johnny to the bright red box.

“Like a fuckin soldier, son” they had him, he was angry and the tank wasn't moving in a logical manner anymore,

“You had to make your own little army cause you couldn't hack it in the real one” Johnny was egging him on to get closer to where he was standing, he had another pack of C4 and shoved another one into Badger's hand. Rudy was urging them to keep pounding the tank.

An eerie laugh came from Graves “that's almost funny comin’ from you but then again, I remember my first rodeo too.” Another shadow appeared out of the cover of a wall, as soon as they were seen they were gone, a bloody pool on the ground. More were entering the building “you're on the short road to hell now, son. I told you to go home but you didn't listen”

“You'll hang for this” Johnny led them up to the roof, Badger did his best to provide cover fire but there were too many for just him to pick off in the time they had. Johnny tossed two grandads down the stairs and waited for the blast. Nothing moved behind them.

“Knock that honor shit off, Johnny, I'll be sipping Tequila, forgetting where I buried your ass in a week, That goes for all of you. Can you say the same?” Badger wished that he would forget where he'd bury Graves but he has the feeling that this mission is going to stick with him for a long time.

Graves must of caught sight of Rudy because the tank stopped in the pursuit of Johnny and Badger and instead turned away from them

“Hey-Rodolfo! Don't go thinking lo uno, Quatro, Unos are su amigos, Rodolfo, cause they ain't. Ellos no le gusta usted.” Johnny took the moment to launch another set of C4 at Graves, and Badger hoped it would drown out the sound of Graves' extremely American sounding Spanish.

It didn't. “Quando estees completo, los amigos will drop los vaqueros like a bad fucking habit brother. Comprende?” Badger launched his C4 at the tank as well, watching as fire bloomed under the tank. He finally drove over the set of C4 that Rudy threw ages ago, and he took the opportunity to set it off as well, the whole tank turning into a fireball. It stopped moving.

“We got em'” Rudy joined them in front of the blaze. Soap bumped his shoulder into Rudy's celebratory “Brought a gun to a tank fight…”

“Yeah we did.” Johnny was laughing and watching the fire with delight. Badger was staring into the flames and the smoke and watched as the hatch ever so slightly lifted before dropping down again.

That fucker was still alive.

He snarled and stepped to the tank, it took little effort to get himself on top of the wreck he could hear Johnny and Rudy protesting, they hadn't seen the hatch move.

The heat from the fire was borderline uncomfortable, but it replaced the ice. The hatch was scorching to the touch through his gloves but he tore it open, nearly tipping off the wreck with the effort.

Systems were blaring in the tank and he could hear the commotion of Graves in there, trapped like a bug. He didn't have to go too far into the tank to see that Graves was panicking, he was pulling at the driver who was most definitely dead, his neck turned at an unnatural angle. Graves was battered from the explosion, he had blood pouring from a gash across his forehead and flames had startled to lick into the inside of the tank, turning the heat to a swelter. He smiled looking down at Graves. Who stood pleading.

He shook his head and used one finger to cover his own lips over his mask in a shushing motion, Graves' pleas fell on deaf ears, quite literally unheard over the commotion of the fire and the shouting of Johnny and Rudy.

“You asked me why I was called Badger!” He stood straight and aimed his weapon into the tank, “Funny thing about badgers, they never seem to let things go” he leveled it off to Graves forehead, right between pleading eyes. “Belligerent as a Badger.” a single shot and his rifle clicked. He relished in the way that Graves collapsed to the floor of the ruined tank, relished in the warmth of the flame. He took the empty magazine from his weapon and whipped it towards the carcass of Graves. The fire was worsening around him, heat no longer a comfort and instead becoming scorching. He turned from Graves.

He stepped down from the tank feeling lighter than before, a grim look settled upon him as he fell back in line with Johnny and Rudy, They both looked startled at what they had witnessed. Badger picked up his Radio.

“Badger to Ghost, I've got Soap and Rudy, Graves is KIA. How’s Price” He pulled his mask up and lit a cigarette that he took from his vest,

“Angry. Lost a good cigar in the crash…pilots okay too. Out” Badger nodded in response although it was unseen by Simon. He turned to look over at Johnny who was flushed from the little skin that Badger could see.

“ Alejandro - base secure. Graves is dead. We’re coming your way” Rudy turned away from the wreck and led them towards the RV with Alejandro.

It took them a while to reach the area designated for RV and once they reached it Captain Price's voice was ordering in their ear.

“Soap. prep for transport and get Laswell, Hassan and the missile are in Chicago.” Fuck. Badger took the last drag of his cigarette before he crushed it into the ground. Rudy was quick to help get them transport to the hangar three, and was greeted by Alejandro smirking with a barely compliant Valeria in his grip.

“Tonight, Las Almas can sleep” He smiled wolfishly as he spoke and they all saw his grip tightened as Rudy opened the door of the truck for Alejandro.

“I'll be free in 24 hours” Valeria was smug as she was shoved into the seat. “Can't say the same about you, Vaqueros”

Soap was in the lead following behind Alejandro and took the moment to step closer and egg Valeria on.

“You're going down for what you did.”

“It doesn't matter what I did. It matters what you can prove…” she leered forwards before Alejandro shoved her further into the car and Rudy slammed the door shut. Price and Gaz loaded into the plane behind them, settling down into conversation with Laswell over the computer and going over plans for Chicago.

The Three of them stood with Alejandro and Rudy saying goodbyes.

“Go, you have work to do.” Alejandro pulled Johnny forwards in a brief hug, that wolfish grin returned as he whispered something into Johnny's ear, he flushed.

“Keep fighting the good fight, hermano” Johnny stuttered only slightly

“To the bitter end, my brother” they separated with a handshake and Johnny turned to embrace Rudy similarly though this time it didn't seem like Rudy whispered to him.

“Good luck Amigos” he nodded his head toward Simon and Badger who stood only a few steps behind. Johnny took the step away and brushed his shoulders with both of them as he pushed through them to get up the ramp to the transport plane.

Simon turned to watch him go up but Badger stayed facing Alejandro and Rudy.

“ Thank you for the hospitality” he laughed with them before settling back to serious “ sorry about your base. Best of luck.” he nodded and started to step back before Alejandro pulled him into a hug and Rudy pressed his hand to his shoulder.

“ Come back to visit” it was simple and it was a goodbye. Badger turned to follow Johnny on to the ramp. Simon trailed behind them.

“Ghost” Alejandro called out for his attention when he was halfway to the ramp, Simon turned. “ don't get lost, brother”

“ Of course” He raised his fist and then slipped onto the transport. Alejandro and Rudy were smiling as they watched them leave.

To Chicago

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SOoo in game im pretty sure Graves isnt dead, this franchise def seems like no body means not dead. that being said i dont plan on him coming back up and it seems fitting that Badger gets to have the last say, plus i like to make him a bit deranged :)

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The Man & Woman from C.O.U.S.I.N.S.

Late in 1968, Caesar Stag and June Danseuse, agents of C.O.U.S.I.N.S. (Covert Organization Uniquely Specializing in Neutralizing Spies.), were able to break into one of the secret hideouts of their arch-rivals, WOOD ROBIN, a hard to define conglomeration of disgruntled scientists, rogue engineers, and spies (mostly industrial espionage truth be told being as The Illuminati, Hydra, Spectre, the Thirteenth Directorate, World Association of Girl Guides & Girl Scouts, The Guild of Calamitous Intent and F.O.W.L had, had all of the really serious stuff locked up for years.)

“What do you think this setup is all about, Caesar?” asked Danseuse, taking in the super science lab they had stumbled onto on a small Caribbean island.

“Doesn’t matter,,” said Stag. " Our job is to shoot lots of stuff and then blow the place to bits and get back to COUSINS HQ for the closing banter and vague `will they, won’t they’ innuendo.

“But what if it’s useful? Why don’t we try to take the plans back to HQ.”

“Not our job,” said Caesar.

“What if it does something interesting?” said June, persisting

“Like what?” asked Caesar, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable.

“SIZZLE CRACKLE ZIIIG!” Went the super-science device in the WOOD ROBIN laboratory in reply.

That was when Stag and Danseuse found out that they had been observed the whole time when they had first landed on the hideout island. And had been deliberately guided in secret to find the room they were in, which housed a WOOD ROBIN innovation called the Ultimate Disguise Chamber, which was used to give their agents the perfect mission undercover disguises. And had been used by those watching the COUSINS again to turn them into a pair of spry healthy women in their 60s.

So the daring man and woman from COUSINS were left with two possibilities, destroy the device, shoot the place up and return to COUSINS HQ and stay as they were forever, or agree to join WOOD ROBIN and, after a time, be returned to their former selves.

Of course, there was only one thing such dedicated and well-trained agents could do.

A month after joining WOOD ROBIN, after all, the groups weren’t in the grand scheme of things all that different. (WR, however, did have a much better dental plan.) saw the debut on the world stage of two new super-spies, Carmille (Caesar) and Juliette (June), known now as the Glissante Sisters, with a contract to work for WOOD ROBIN for five years before they could return and step into the Ultimate Disguise Chamber to be returned to their former selves.

And a wild five years it was, too (oddly, it seemed that June Danseuse was the one most anxious to get it all over with while Caesar went with the flow.)

In 1973 at the end of those five years, The Glissante Sisters returned to the island.

Unfortunately, in the clandestine world at large, WOOD ROBIN had never really been all that much and so didn’t have that large a budget, so the Ultimate Disguise Chamber wasn’t the thing of wonder it once had been, and they just couldn’t return them exactly as they had been. They did the best they could, however.

The results were that they were remade into copies of June Danseuse as she had been when she was 23 years old (in 1968, when it all started, she had been 34, so… you’re welcome!)

Cashiered out of WOOD ROBIN, the pair found themselves at their wits end, they could hardly return to C.O.U.S.I.N.S., but what to do next?

They tried freelancing for a while, but the cost of replacing ripped, skin-tight bodysuits was just too costly.

Then Julie Danseuse, as Caesar Stag now called herself, had an idea.

It was not long then until the world was introduced to…

Julie and Juliette Danseuse, The Disco Detectives.

Their first job was The Serial Disco Inferno Case.

Then came "Blame it On the Boogeyman" and "Can’t Stop The Murders."

"The Bad Girl, Dancing Queen Kidnapping,” "Macho Manslaughter in the First Degree." and "Will I Survive." followed.

All the way to their biggest case, “We Are Family” (as in the mob)

In 1985 they just got into accounting and opened an H&R Block.

#gender change #satire #parody #gender bender

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rextasywrites · 4 months

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Return - Part 1 / ?

“What do you want, Zack?”, Sephiroth’s voice felt as if was trying to pierce a dagger into Zack’s chest, filled with poison and hate. Seph slowly stood up from his sitting place on the floor, his bones audibly creaking, he hadn’t left the spot or even moved an inch in several hours. He brushed some dust off of his shoulders, a single spider jumping off his coat.

“We need to get out of here! Now!”, Zack nearly yelled, Seph making a face in return. Seph didn’t believe himself to be human anymore, but the very human feeling of a dehydration induced headache was just as real.

I was inspired by this ask sent to @altocat a few days ago. It'll be a fanfic with a few parts, and yes, I intended to make it as heartbreaking, if not even more, than the ask submitted.

Warnings: angst, AU - Nibelheim goes wrong in a different way, ff7 content so apply the usual warnings of the games to this fic

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Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water's surface The wandering soul knows no rest.

Three friends go into battle. One is captured One flies away The one that is left becomes a hero.

Loveless, Act 1

“Cloud! You pack up your mom, the girl you told me about, her dad, everyone you know in here. Run! I’ll take responsibility for it back at HQ, but you go and get away from Nibelheim NOW!”

Zack’s own voice rang in his head as he carefully made his way down the staircase. The wood was covered in wetness, making every step more dangerous than the last one. As careful as he wanted to be, Zack needed to be fast. Fast, fast, fast. He needed to reach Sephiroth as fast as possible.

Hot flames roared up into the sky, engulfing the houses close to the main square. The water tower had exploded, the water vaporized, not a chance to take out the fire. Sephiroth was standing inside of the flames, shaking like a leaf in the wind. His eyes were robbed of any humanity, what was once a comforting look for fans and friends alike was replaced with emptiness, screaming for something nobody could hear.

“Sephiroth! Why did you do this?!”, Zack yelled at his friend, his mentor, his buddy. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Nothing with wrong is me, Zack. Everything is right. This is a new dawn for the world. Get out of my way.”

Zack had awoken soaked in sweat. It was barely 2am, the first sleep in several days after the appearance of Genesis and the reveal of Sephiroth’s identity. Only a hefty dose of sleep materia had managed to knock Zack out, but the nightmare…it had felt too real for him.

“Come on…I am not giving up on you, Seph.”, Zack muttered to himself as he ran along the corridor towards the laboratory in the Shinra Mansion. The silence made him deaf, hearing his heartbeat inside of his ears as the door came closer and closer. His legs were carrying him forward, his whole body on autopilot as the only thought inside of Zack’s brain became louder and louder.

He needs to save Sephiroth.

Torn pages out of old books, records and scientific papers covered every possible surface of the lab, and Sephiroth was right in the middle. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot from a clear lack of sleep. No sunlight came down there and no clocks were mounted anywhere, Seph probably had no idea how long he had been down there.

“Sephiroth!”, Zack called out once he had stormed into the room, making Seph snap his head around, looking at his fellow SOLDIER with big eyes. Once upon a time, Zack had visited a friend of his back in Gongaga. The poor guy had come in contact with Touch Mes, and the various poisons had caused him to suffer from insomnia. His eyes had been just as bloodshot as Sephiroth’s, and he had begged for someone to hit him with a chair so he’d finally get the sweet release of sleep, concussions be damned. It had taken him nearly a week to recover.

“No. I am not leaving until I know everything!”, Seph spat back and turned his back to Zack, clearly done with the conversation.

“I am not leaving until you do.”, Zack replied, the chuckle coming from Sephiroth was something straight out of a horror movie.

“Good luck with that.”

There was no sense. Sephiroth wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t budge, it was useless. Thankfully, Zack was a clever one, even though his actions might sometimes made his peers believe him to be stupid. Wrong. The sleep materia Cloud had used to help his pal go to bed earlier was nestled inside of Zack’s pocket, and with a simple swipe, the materia was cast upon Sephiroth, making him fall to the floor like a bag of potatoes.

And now, how to get him out?

Genesis took a bite out of his apple, his eyes gazing down on Nibelheim. While he hadn’t spotted Sephiroth in a few days, he had noticed Zack and Cloud being out in town together, making sure everyone was safe. But something that hadn’t failed to catch Genesis’ attention was the increased security by Shinra, just outside of the borders of the town. Including artillery and enough bombs to level a city. Hu. He took another bite out of his dumbapple, its taste just how he knew it from back home. His beautifully, bombed home. What was going on down there?

It took Zack several hours to drag Sephiroth out of the laboratory, up the stairs and through the mansion. By now, the sun had risen, but the town was empty. Cloud had listened to his friend’s advice and managed to get everyone to leave. By now, Zack knew Cloud’s childhood home like the back of his hand, and the few more meters dragging Sephiroth along weren’t too bad. The door was unlocked and once inside, Zack dropped Sephiroth into the nearest bed.

“We cannot do this, Tseng!”, Cissnei crossed her arms, standing in front of the prepared gun arsenal. “We cannot let this happen, after everything Zack has done for us!”, Reno butted in, placing his hand on Cissnei’s shoulder in support.

“They are right and you know it!”, came one last resort from Rude’s side, backing his mates up.

Tseng rubbed over his temples, trying to think of an option that’d make everyone happy. They had gotten hold of the information. They knew Zack and Sephiroth would be used as monkeys for Hojo’s experiments. They knew the pain it’d cause them both. Despite the rare overlaps between the Turks and SOLDIER, Tseng had heard first hand of the experiments on Sephiroth. He had seen the pictures of ‘progress’ presented by Hojo with a sick pleasure which even made Tseng’s stomach turn around. He knew how badly Sephiroth was punished back when he came back from a mission with some candies in his pockets, a lollipop hanging from his lips. A thankful little girl had given her hero her last bit of candy supply, a grand gesture for saving her father’s life. Hojo denied Sephiroth any kind of food for a week, feeding him with a tube only. At this point, Sephiroth was 10 years old.

“Fine. Cissnei, do you remember the throwaway PHP I gave you ages ago? Use it. Warn Zack and Sephiroth.”

Sephiroth awoke minutes after getting tucked in involuntarily. His body felt warm for the first time in days, the water bottle Zack had placed under the cover with him comforted him like a hug. “Where am I?”

“We are in Cloud’s home. They, uhm, have left for the day and Claudia told me to make ourselves a home! Here, I made you some tea!”, Zack grinned as he watched Sephiroth sit up, stretching his hurting limbs and rubbing his eyes. The sleep he hadn’t consented too wasn’t too pleasant, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Sephiroth took a sip from the tea, the warmth going down his throat and settling in his empty stomach. Only now, Sephiroth realized how hungry he was.

“Zack…do monsters feel hunger? Do they feel cravings?”

“I don’t think so, Seph. I don’t think a Bandersnatch wakes up one morning and goes ‘Oh, today I wanna eat a Hedgehog Pie today! Quite tasty, its meat is so tasty and lean, and its spikes serve as toothpicks!”

“Hm.”

“Are you craving something?”

“I would actually like some noodle soup.”

Before Zack could give Sephiroth a witty reply, he heard the noise of his phone receiving a message. With a smile he took it out and started to read, his smile growing smaller with every word he read.

“Sephiroth. We have to get out of here.”, Zack stumbled over his words, eyes wide as he showed Sephiroth the message.

Still confused and a bit groggy, it took Sephiroth a solid few seconds to read the message and to understand it. The second it hit him, he threw the blanket off of his body, nearly falling over his own feet as they ran towards the door. But before they could make it out, the first bomb exploded onto the house vis-a-vis to the one they were in, knocking the two out cold.

Get out of Nibelheim. Bombing incoming. Get to Kalm asap. Meet u there. -c

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#final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 fanfic #zack fair #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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I’ll be with you~

Avenger!Steven grant x Mutant!Reader, Mentions of Marc and Jake

Note: Hello! I am new and I am just trying something out because writing has always been some sort of passion to me. So please, enjoy! This was with my OC and is a part of a bigger story I’m working on but I’m tweaking it to be with a reader❤️ Also, if I didn’t do DID any justice please feel free to let me know, I tried to do research on how it works!

Synopsis: Reader was subject to the mutant diminishing vaccine by her parents till she was 20, every day. She has since then made a name for herself as an avenger first, X-men member. After spending some time with the Moon boys and helping them out with their own trauma, it appears to be their turn to comfort her.

But now, It’s 1 AM. The reader has been in the Avengers HQ lab trying to understand why her mutation kept evolving, acting like a beacon to some sort of higher power. It has been destroying her way of thinking and she couldn’t go back to Xavier, not while she was like this. All her mutant genes kept increasing at what seemed like lightning speed. Steven (fronting) walks into the lab and comforts her.

Warnings: injections, blood, fluff some sort of passionate touchingand my horrible writing— also just to be safe a little bit of 18+

As y/n gently inserted the needle into the fleshy part of her arm, she removed any form of pain that she could possibly feel. She’s felt it too many times, it didn’t even feel like anything but numbing illusions of a mere poke. By extracting just the right amount of blood, her hand pulls out the needle slowly and places it into the silver dish. After placing a cotton pad and bandage onto her flesh, she proceeds to bring the blood sample in front of the microscope and computer. The bright laboratory lights kept it easy for her to stay awake. That and the dozens of Red Bull on the table top.

Steven, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the bright light that emitted from down the hallway. Though he was already past his sleeping disorder, it was still quite difficult to move on completely. So, when he couldn’t snooze, he found himself roaming around the huge Avenger’s HQ until he felt drowsy and headed right back to his room. But tonight was different, the lab was still very much open and awake. Out of curiosity, he made his way down the hallway to peek through the big windows and see who was up at this godforsaken hour other than him.

As his footsteps approached the wide windows, he gently peeks through. It was an unexpected sight. She was facing the big glassy windows, her face framed with reading glasses, moving between a microscope and the holographic screen of the computer. He stood there for longer and continued to observe what she was up to, a bit nosy, sure. But this was very new for him, to see her so terribly distraught at this time of the night.

Maybe we should check on her.

Marc’s voice gets boomed through the window’s reflection. Steven shushes his reflection as y/n stood up and moved past the table she was working on. Desperately she grabs another needle and ties a tourniquet once again. If Steven was correct, he could spot tears forming around her eyes.

In a quick jab, she extracts more blood yet again. Steven wincing at the vigor and force she was hurting herself with. As she rolled her sleeves higher up till shoulder, Steven was able to see the wounds and bruising that the years long worth of day-to-day vaccines.

Y/n yanks the syringe out one more time. Placing it back on the metal plate, rushfully going back to the screen and microscope. She removes the current plate, replacing it with a new one as a drop of her blood gets placed yet again.

He couldn’t handle it, she looked so miserable. Her under eyes were worn out and more purple than ever. So in a boost in confidence, he opens the lab door. Shocking y/n in the process.

“Oh my- Steven!” She nearly jolts and falls off the chair.

“Sorry, darling…” He moves past the other equipment and reaches to the side of her. “You just look-“

“Terrible?” She removes her glasses and chugs down another gulp of red bull before Steven yanks it out of her hands.

“Alright first of all, you don’t. Second of all, this’ll kill you, yeah?” He throws the can to the nearest garbage bin.

She slumps her head down between her hands. She knew he was right but it didn’t matter, she was on the verge of having a mental breakdown and nothing could change that. “Sorry I-“ she stands up and paces back and forth.

“It's alright, hey.” Steven extends one of his arms as if to invite her into a hug which she willingly accepts. Crashing into his arms.

She sniffles right into his chest and nudges in, “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Steven could feel her shivering, like a little baby that needed to be cooed. After all that she’s done for him and his alters, he found it as an absolute necessity to comfort her.

He moves their bodies to the couch by the side of the room and eases her down. She adjusts her sitting position to carefully place her head onto Steven’s shoulder.

“Tell me?” There he was again, with that polite tone of his. Always willing to hear everyone’s struggles, and why wouldn’t he? Especially for her.

She lets out a shaky sigh, looking up at Steven who looks down at her, filled with genuine care. “My mutant genes are amplifying.” She looks into his eyes, tears slowly forming in her inner corners. “And it hurts… it feels like a beacon that just- It lingers and grows. Neverending.” Steven spots the pain in her eyes, even heard the pain in her voice. His own chest was crushed by the thought that this sweet woman was being punished even till this day.

He took this as a chance to gently lift up her sleeves to see the bruises, veins and lumps that were formed due to her family’s abuse. “God, you do not deserve this.” His words were soft, weak and physically comforting.

“You think it's an after effect due to years of maltreatment?” His hands softly linger above her bruises on the upper arm, careful not to hurt her.

“Could be.” Her head was still plopped on his shoulder, while his finger warmly cooed her arm. She didn’t want it to stop. “Whatever it is, it's fueling me too fast. I feel weak but… more powerful at the same time.”

Steven grabs her by the chin and makes her hazy, lidded eyes look up at him. “Whatever it is, we will figure it out.” His fingers make small circles on her cheek. “I would never let anything bad happen to you.” y/n takes this chance and grabs his cheek. Smiling softly, exposing her dimple that nearly made his heart flutter.

“I trust you.” She nudges into the crook of his neck, “All of you.” She insinuates his other alters, making Steven, Marc and Jake appreciate every single bit of her.

“Love, you must believe that we will always be here. You’ve done so much for us.” He draws small insignificant shapes on y/n’s cheeks. She almost took this as a chance to kiss him. Maybe he would replicate the gesture. But who was she kidding? 6 months of treating and studying him and he hasn’t either one of them has laid a move.

She instead cups Steven’s cheeks as well, feeling her eyes droop a little. Yet, her heartbeat was very much alive. “Darling, do you need to go to bed? I can take you-“ Her body moves to a proper sitting position.

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t.” She points at the empty red bull cans. The energy she was coursing in her was a bit too much.

“Well let's just lay here.” Steven pats the couch, it was a wide couch that could probably fit them. As long as they wouldn’t move much.

She did not dislike the idea. She would love to have any body heat against her. Especially cuddles. But she had to know if the rest were comfortable with it, “Do the others mind?”

“Oh heavens no, Jake is already asking us to lay down and Marc is always down if it involves you!” Steven cheerfully restates.

She could feel her cheeks flush bright red at Steven’s words, “And how about you?” Her lips perk at him.

“Ah well…” Steven grabs her waist and pulls her down onto the couch earning a small peep to escape her lips. “There we are.” He little spoons her into his big spoon arms.

“Steven!” Y/n exclaims with a giggle, “Why are you so cheeky!” She turns her head over her shoulder to look at his dark tinted eyes.

“I simply answered a question, love.” He smiles. Triumphant with how smooth this was all going, he simply allows her to push into his chest. She swiftly flips around so that both their chests are against each other, her hands resting softly on his chest which causes Steven to jolt back a little at the action.

“There. Better.” She nozzles her head into the crook of his neck, he always smelled good and tonight was not an exception. Steven brushes strands of her hair back to be met with her eyes, they have never been this close before. Sure, they’ve hugged but, cuddle in a very tight space? Nah, not yet at least.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Steven panics as y/n couldn’t help but look at the man so close to her face. The way his curls were messily spread along his head. She giggles at Steven’s reaction, “No, not at all.” Her eyes never leave him.

“Sorry, Steven, you're just really cute.” She admits. Her own mind didn’t understand what came over her when she decided to say that in the middle of all this. Maybe her powers were also boosting her confidence.

Steven felt a hot flush rush to his cheeks, he glances to a reflective surface on the lab table and sees Marc and Jake who were nodding vigorously.

She likes you! Come on land a shot!

Jake shakes his hands, begging Steven to make a move.

Yeah, come on pal!

Marc adds to the flame on the fire.

“You think I’m… cute?” Steven couldn’t form a smooth reply, he didn’t receive such a compliment before. It was usually insults or backhanded praises. Marc and Jake groan at the sight, pretty sure that Steven blew his shot.

Y/n adjusts her figure to lay on top of him, making Steven lay directly on the couch. “Steven, I think you’re so much more than that.” She lifts her head up to him, filled with so much hope. What was she doing? She wasn’t even this confident when drunk, but here she is… Flirting, like it's a sport.

“Darling I-,” Steven moves his hand up to her face, slowly pushing back the pesky strands that keep falling in front. He wanted to see her face fully. See the beautiful curl of her lips and the glossed glow of her eyes. “Thank you… you’re such a… god-“ He gets cut off by himself. He couldn’t understand the words.

“Such a…? What?” A giggle escapes her lips. Her hands intertwine with Steven’s as they cupped her cheek.

“Such a goddess.” Steven finds the first word that pops into his mind. Y/n’s cheeks visibly flush into a soft hue of pink. Steven takes notice and feels the palm of his hand heat up, can’t help but feel a sense of pride that he was able to make her blush.

She didn’t know what she was doing but she leaned down while Steven took this as a chance to lean up. His hand lingers to the back of her neck, as their lips softly met. They couldn’t see the approving cheers that erupted from Marc and Jake’s reflection. It was blissful, the way she tasted was just as he expected. Sweet and passionate. Although, the sweetness could be coming from the red bull, he wasn’t sure.

Y/n felt exactly the same way. His taste on her lips was so soft, so genuine. Like nothing vile ever spewed from those lips. She could feel his light stubble tickle her cheeks and it would make her smile into the kiss. They looked like two teenagers in love, theu might as well be.

Once they parted, both yearned to taste each other again but held back. Y/n lifts her body back up and sits on the edge of the couch, which Steven replicates. He grabs her shoulders softly and places a loving peck on the nape of her neck.

“You’re really something.” She speaks under her breath. Looking over her shoulder to meet Steven, one more time.

“And you are not only a goddess… but also an angel.” Steven grabs her cheeks yet again and pulls her back onto his lips. The fire that this exchange caused could fuel a train engine for centuries.

Y/n deepens the kiss by facing him again, till her legs swing over his own. The kiss was so damn dangerous that next thing you knew, she placed herself onto his lap. Marc and Jake were shouting at Steven to let them have a go but all he did was give them a middle finger while the kiss lingered on.

“Steven… I never knew you were feisty.” She breaks the kiss once she feels Steven’s hand cup her ass through her joggers.

“Sorry, darling, would you want me to stop?” He moves back a little but all that gained was his hand getting guided back and eagerly placed onto her ass. Steven took this as a move to place both hands on her ass while she places hers around his neck.

Just as the two got lost in their own highs, making out and slowly but surely turning one another on. A large alarm blasts through the speakers of the HQ, making Steven and y/n pause and look out of the windows.

They probably should have gotten up from this compromised position because next thing you knew, Bucky barges through the lab doors to order any and all personnel to head to the meeting room.

“Everyone to the meeti- oh god! Sorry!” Bucky exclaims and slightly covers his gaze as Steven and y/n quickly get up from their position. Steven grabs the nearest pillow to hide the situation that formed in his pajamas due to their flirtatious run in.

Y/n looks at Steven and couldn’t help but get flustered at what she’s caused him to feel, “Sorry Bucky.” She moves towards the door and walks out the hallway.

Steven bumps into Bucky who gives him a proud nod, “So you and y/n, huh?”

“Oh uh-” Steven walks awkwardly to the man by the doorframe, whilst adjusting his pajamas the best he can, “Bollocks-I… James I’m sorry-”

“Hey, hey… It’s no biggie.” Bucky pats Steven’s back and assures him this wasn’t the weirdest or even unexpected thing he’s ever seen, “She has been lighter with you, so…” The two men exit the lab, while Steven still clasps tightly on the pillow, couldn’t get the idea of her body on him out of his head.

They walk down the hallway heading to the meeting, “Lighter?” He queries.

“Yeah, she looks really happy.” Bucky and Steven finally make it to the meeting room where Cap, y/n, Kate, Clint, Yelena and Kamara were waiting for the emergency meeting.

End.

AHH, I hope y’all enjoyed this. It’s pretty rough at the moment but hey.

#steven grant x reader #Steven grant #Steven grant x you #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #oscar isaac x reader

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the-lady-general · 9 months

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Ok, here's how I'd do the Under the Cloak of War arc if SNW got DS9 amounts of screentime:

(Spoilers. Also, horrendous formatting.)

TLDR: For once I want more time for the ethics dilemma and less time for the Andorian with a knife. I know. I don't know what's wrong with me either.

Part 1: Bob, calling Chris about where the fuck is his Klingon. Chris ends the call, drinks, Una takes his glass away because she's had it with his bullshit, he needs to stop stalling. We interrogate our suspects and get different versions of the preceding events. The episode ends on "well, he's likely dead and likely one of the crew killed him, oh no, the ethical dilemma of revenge and self-control". Chris gets to want to believe the best in people, Una gets to point out that nonetheless they're still short a Klingon, and everybody sure wishes that they had killed him. End with a close-up of the transporter buffer with the ambassador in it.

Ep 2:

The action one. The ambassador tells his version of J'gal, Joseph calls him out. We get Joseph and Christine's and Erica's versions, but also Chris' and Una's. They swooped in just when everything was already decided, yet they're the golden kids. So if we're doing history parallels they can be (imperfect) USA stand ins. Everyone's telling a single part of the bigger story of J'gal. The ensign and spec ops commander should be rolled into one and replaced with Erica, and she should be the one to hand over the knife. She gets saved, but many others don't, and she finds joy in flying, or she flew out the ship that evacuated a bunch of people, or *something* to make "I'm Erica Ortegas, I fly the ship" have some emotional punch. Can the Klingons be forgiven? The Federation? The individuals? Joseph and Chris should have their heart to heart here.

Ep 3: Joseph and the ambassador do their song and dance. The kids get to share their perspective on how the war affected them too, and their overcoming prejudices and peaceful future stuff. Pelia gets to add the immortal perspective, giving her some development, because I need her to be a highly decorated hero who keeps getting sent to wars she wants no part in, but she's just so damn GOOD, so she's going anyway because more people will die if she doesn't fight. Hemmer is there too, dammit, and he gets to have a go at both the ambassador and Nyota because ~uwu Aenar existentialism~ isn't a gimmick, it's hard work committing to pacifism and finding a solution for when violence seems inevitable. The stabbing happens, but in a Clue kind of way where somehow, everyone just happens to be a plausible suspect. Joseph puts the ambassador in the transporter buffer and after much In the Pale Moonlight style deliberation he FINALLY lets Hemmer purge the damn thing. Hemmer & Pelia know what's up and send the whole buffer to Starfleet HQ with a little bow on top. Una congratulates Chris on solving the crisis with Bob. Chris remains clueless. Or maybe he says something about trusting individuals and trusting the crew he got together, because he really needs some competence points in my book.

#snw #snw spoilers #under the cloak of war #i'm on my bullshit again rewriting perfectly good episodes #spoilers

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haalyle-psychonauts-fan · 6 months

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Model Replacement (Psychonauts 2 Modding Tutorial)

In case you clicked this one over the Texture Changing tutorial, I'll include the programs you need, once again, as well as a specific one you'll need for models.

Epic Games Launcher [to download Unreal Engine 4.26.2]: Link

UModel [Psychonauts 2 version, this specific version makes it so you can export the models]: Link

Unrealpak [to repack everything into a pak file for the game to read]: Link

Paint.NET [just the tool I use to change the textures]: Link

Blender: Link

Now, use UModel to extract the model you want to replace and the one you wanna to replace with. In this tutorial, I'm going to replace Raz_Rig (Raz_HQ) with Raz_P1.

Note: Raz's main HQ model used in-game uses the 'Raz_Rig' model and not the Raz_HQ_WholeBody that is found in the Outfits folder, with the other outfits. The HQ_WholeBody model IS used, but for specific cutscenes. For this tutorial, I am only changing the Raz_Rig model.

Once you have your models extract, open up Blender. Now, you'll need a plugin in order to the use the psk files in Blender. You can get the plugin here. There are instructions on how to install it on the Github page.

When you have that installed, make sure to change the Unit Scale to 0.01 and the Length to 'Centimeters'. (I'm not an expert on model stuff, I don't know what this does, but the other tutorials I used would have varying options and this is just what I use.)

Make sure to the delete the cube by just clicking it and pressing DELETE.

With all that set up, import you models. (Press the Import button and the PSK file type, then just find where you extract your models to import them.)

I typically import the model that'll be replaced first, so in this case it'll be 'Raz_Rig' and then the model that'll be replacing that, so for this tutorial that's 'Raz_P1_WholeBody'.

The Collections (top right) should look like this (just press the triangles on the left of the Armature names to have what's seen here). [Make sure the models are call Armature.]

Now, delete the mesh that's the model that you want to replace, so here I'll delete Raz_Rig (With the Downwards Orange Triangle).

Then press the mesh of the other model (in this case, Raz_P1_WholeBody) and, holding ctrl, press the top Armature. Press ctrl + P and click 'Armature Deform'.

This will put the mesh you've selected into the top Armature, leaving he bottom Armature.001 without a mesh (you can delete Armature.001 at this point.)

Press 'Armature', hold shift and press the mesh (Raz_Rig, orange downward triangle.) This will select everything between the Armature and the mesh.

Now we can go ahead and export the model. Press Export and export the model as an fbx. Now, make sure to have these options as shown.

'Selected Objects' checked on and press 'Armature', hold shift and press 'Mesh'.

Press Geometry and make sure 'Smoothing' is set to 'Face'.

Press Armature and uncheck 'Add Leaf Bones'.

Then uncheck 'Bake Animation'.

Double check to make sure you have this all correct, name your model (I usually prefer to name it after the model I've replaced, so I named this one 'Raz_Rig') and export it.

Now, open up Unreal Engine. Instead of what we did in the Texture Changing Tutorial, we gotta put in the paths for where the materials, mesh, skeleton and physic assets go.

To start off, you'll already have a Content tab. (To see the rest of the hierarchy, click the three bars that have a left facing triangle next to the Search Paths button.)

Add a new folder and name it 'Characters'.

Since we're changing Raz in this tutorial, add another folder and name it 'Raz'.

Now, for the materials, add a folder named 'Materials', 'Outfit_P1' and 'Props'. Within the 'Props' folder, add another folder named 'InternBadge' and within that folder, name a new folder 'Model' (we'll be placing the Min_InternBadge in here).

You can used where your model was extracted as a good starting point to where the materials are places.

So, I_Raz_Corneas goes into the 'Materials' folder, 'I_RazP1Backpack', 'I_RazP1Body', 'I_RazP1Eyes', 'I_RazP1Hair', 'I_RazP1Head', 'I_RazP1Helmet' and 'MIN_P1_PsychonautsPin' into 'Outfit_P1' and [as stated above] 'Min_InternBadge' in the Model folder of the InternBadge from the Props folder.

Now, since the Raz_Rig is just placed in the Raz folder itself, you don't need to move it, or the Physics or Skeletons files. You will need to rename the Physics file to 'Raz_Physics', but that's all. (If you're replacing a different model, you'll also need to rename the Skeleton to 'Raz_Rig_Skeleton'.)

Now, back to the materials. We've gotta create a 'Material Instance' for all of them. Right click the material and press 'Create Material Instance'. This will create a dupe that has the same name, just ending with Inst.

Delete the original material and then delete the 'Inst' part of the file name.

Once you've done that to all the materials, go back to the Raz_Rig mesh in the Raz folder, double click it and it'll show you the screen in the image below. Make sure to re-add all the materials onto the mesh.

You can do what I do and hover over what the original material was to insert it. (You can also press the highlight button to show which part of the mesh is connect to that material.)

Once you've done that, make sure to click 'Save' on the top left, then close that window.

Now press 'File' and 'Save All' the project, then press 'Cook Content in Windows'. Wait for the assets to cook and when they're down, left click on any of the files and press 'Open Cooked File in Explorer'.

I'll repeat what I wrote in my Texture Changing tutorial, if you've only read this one.

It'll open a window to the cooked assets, but this is NOT what we want.

You need to click on your project's name in the address bar, then go to 'Save', 'Cooked', 'WindowsNoEditor', 'Tut [or whatever you named the project]' and 'Content'. Once in Content, go to 'Characters', then 'Raz'. You'll find the Raz_Rig assets you need 'uasset' and 'uexp'.

Make a new folder anywhere else (I usually do one within the folder of the UnrealPak, where the bats are and name it whatever you're going to name your mod, make sure to add a '_P' to it. (I named mine Tut_P)

Within that folder, create a new folder named 'Psychonauts2', in that folder create 'Content', in that folder create 'Characters', in that folder create 'Raz' and within the Raz folder, place your cooked assets.

Drag and drop your 'modname_P' folder over either the UnrealPak with or without compression bats and it'll create a new pak file using your folder name.

Head over to C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\steamapps\common\Psychonauts 2\Psychonauts2\Content\Paks and create a folder (if it's not already there) named '~mods'.

Drag and drop your newly create pak file in there and you're all ready and set to go!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I can made a video version if any of you would prefer!.

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fandom-ash · 9 months

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Beyond The Pain // Chapter Two: Tell It To My Heart

Paring: Miguel O’Hara x Maria Philips (OC)

Genre: Romance with eventual smut, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: No beta - We write like men!

Ao3 Mirror: Coming soon

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter 3

Summary: Maria and Miguel come to an understanding after trading blows. She decides to ask him for a favor to prepare herself for what lies ahead.

"Walk with me." The request was simple enough, and yet Maria would have preferred to be asked to do literally anything else. The HQ was quiet this late into the evening. The few Spiders they did pass didn't acknowledge them outside of a small nod here and there.

"So… what do you want?" She tried to sound respectful. Gentle, even. But she wasn't going to split hairs about the slight edge to her tone or how Miguel furrowed his brows at her words.

Sector 12's entrance loomed ahead. The training simulations and gym were a hot spot for Spiders to gather, and yet this late into the night it would be most likely deserted. The SimCourse - the holographic training simulation course - would probably be available. Jessica's words hummed in Maria's mind.

"I want… to apologize." Miguel's words were low and deliberate. Maria blinked. "I should not have treated you so harshly. It was your first time leading a mission." He looked at her, a dark glint in his eye. "Let's make sure you do better next time."

“We doing a SimCourse run, then?” She asked as they walked into the gym area, their movement making the automatic lights flicker to life. Just as Maria expected - completely empty. Miguel clicked his tongue and looked at her with the faintest smirk.

“I was thinking of something more personal,” he said before walking over to the large mat and settling into a crouched fighting stance. Maria blinked owlishly at him.

“Like… fight you?”

“I didn’t take you for the hands-off type. Come on.”

Maria scoffed. “As much as I’d love to punch your pretty face, I don’t think this is wise-“

“I’m not asking. I’m telling. Spar with me.” His massive form was curling with tension and the energy rolling off of him made Maria’s stomach flip. There was no way she could get out of this one, and why waste such an opportunity?

She strode up to the mat and crouched down as well, as the duo circled each other like a pair of tigers around a meal. Miguel stared at her intently but didn’t budge, so Maria made the first move: a swift kick at his knees. He blocked with a flat hand, redirecting her momentum.

"Sloppy, reckless," he chastised, brows furrowed slightly.

"You're one to talk!" Maria spat back, lunging back at him to swing at his stomach. Once again he redirected her with his open palms, making her snarl as she fell to the mat. Miguel stepped back and to the side with a speed and grace that was unnatural for someone of his size.

"Your head's not in the game. You've gotta clear the noise, eliminate distractions." He kneeled down beside Maria, gently helping her stand back up. "Is something wrong?" There was a sudden tenderness to his tone that made Maria recoil.

"What are you, a cop?" She rolled her shoulder and looked away from him.

"Maria." A hint of the old Miguel, the one that offered her a place to stay with no questions asked, surfaced. She blinked as he continued, "I'm trying to atone for how I've been treating you lately. I've… had some things to work through, and I'm wanting to help you do the same."

"You can't just stroll in here and play therapist!" Maria snapped. "You've been nothing but a dick for the past three weeks! Always on my case about something! If you're going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair, fuck!" She was nearly yelling before huffing and stepping away, face red with rage. "I came here to do good things, help people!"

"And you have been!" Miguel spoke loudly yet firmly. "You have been. And we've noticed. Jessica wants you to replace her."

She froze, meeting his eyes. "What?"

"She wants you to take her Conclave seat so she can spend more time at home." He stepped towards her and sighed, closing his eyes. "You've got the potential and the drive. We just have to work on your skills out on the field."

"Wait- what?!" Felicia shot up from her seat on Maria's couch, adjusting on her heels so her wet toenail polish wouldn't smear. "You're going to be in the Conclave?!"

"Hey, are you going to let me finish this story or not?" Maria put as much faux-hurt as she could into her voice before laughing and returning her attention to Cooper's toenails. "This red really suits you, Coop," she commented. "So, as I was saying-"

"Back the fuck up, we need to discuss how you called him 'pretty'," Cooper said as he peeked over his magazine at Maria with a raised brow.

"Well was I wrong? Man's got great bone structure." Maria gently set Cooper's foot down and looked at her own toes, painted a cute navy and spread out with spacers while the nail polish dried.

"You're right there," Felicia slumped back onto the couch. "But I'm not down for all of that baggage. Might as well throw out the whole suitcase."

"Speak for yourself, I love a project. I could fix him," Cooper said with a waggle of his brows while the ladies exploded into laughter. Maria wiped tears from her eyes, trying to compose herself enough to speak. "True! I've never met a project man who could say no to Cooper's glam. You're too strong, I'm gonna have to take you out for the good of the dating ecosystem!"

"I've got eyes on the target, let's take him out." Felicia held up her hands like she was holding an invisible sniper rifle and looking at Cooper through the scope.

"How could you? Did you guys plan this all along?! Betrayal! Utter betrayal!" Cooper cried out in mock-terror, holding his hands up while Felicia pretended to load a gun and shoot him with a "bang," causing him to lay back and groan with deadness. Maria laughed and rolled her eyes at the pair.

“Hey now, no murders during the sleepover,” she reminded before laying back on her beanbag. “It’s too much paperwork for me.” She let out a soft sigh and let herself sink further into the cushion, feeling the weight of her responsibility crush her bones into dust with its overwhelming presence.

“So how did you leave things?” Felicia asked. Maria wiped a hand down her face and groaned.

“It’s just… kind of waiting on a few things. They see potential in me, but I’ve been doing training courses every night for the last week in order to ‘hone my skills to an acceptable degree.’ It’s insane and I hate it, but…”

“Why don’t you decline then?” Felicia looked at Maria, her eyes soft in such a way that it made Maria’s stomach churn.

Ugh, pity.

"Because this matters, and it matters to more people than just me. Jess needs the break to be with her son, and I'm willing to help make that happen." With another sigh Maria slumped more into the bean chair, hoping it would swallow her whole. The feeling in the air had turned sour, and she had to fight the urge to rip herself out of the situation. Easier said than done, but where would she even go? Cooper and Felicia were in her living room.

"Maria, babe, have you been taking care of yourself?" Cooper asked.

"Huh? Do I stink or something?" Maria looked over at him quizzically.

"You just… seem tired, frazzled. Maybe you're stretched too thin?" There was a soft cadence to his voice and Maria frowned.

"I'm fine guys, I really am." Based on their looks, Maria wasn't convincing anyone with her words. "I just need to get some rest, I might head to bed soon." She rubbed her eyes and slumped back into the chair. She could hear Felicia and Cooper chatting whole waiting for their toes to dry, but they grew farther away as sleep began to embrace her.

——

Rain assaulted the large windows of Maria's apartment, filling the air with constant noise. She was curled up on her bed, scanning through documents and articles on her phone.

"I still don't understand, Lyla. How does it work?" She looked over at the tiny hologram sitting on her other pillow, filing her nails.

"Can you be more specific, doll?"

"HoloTek! How does or turn light into physical matter?"

"Well I'd say your observation is a bit flawed. It's not so much as turning light waves into solid matter, but instead multiplying the beams millions of times over. The waves become so powerful and focused that they begin to react to materials in the air and force them into a solid, sturdier structure."

"What?! You're kidding! This was only theoretical in 2029! And it's true? When was the breakthrough?!" Maria's eyes shined wide with wonder, catching the yellow reflections of Lyla's glow.

"It's been a recent development, in the grand scheme of things! It was presented to science boards across the globe about 7 years ago, and hit widespread commercial development markets around 3 years after that. You should have seen the ripples in the scientific community! Miguel won so many awards and the commercialization of the tech is what keeps Spider Society running!" She dismissed her nail file and lounged on the pillow, looking up at Maria with a raised brow.

"You… you're telling me Miguel O'Hara pioneered HoloTek?" Maria blinked, trying to keep her eyes from popping out of her skull. "I mean, yeah. He does have 3 PhDs after all. He's pretty much a certified genius." Lyla sounded so matter-of-fact and calm about what she was telling her. In a way, it made sense. While Maria wasn't close to Miguel, she knew that he was the one who built the Spider Society. She just didn't expect that to have been quite so literal.

"Wow… I never knew. That's pretty amazing, honestly." She locked her phone screen and laid it near Lyla. "I sometimes feel like the only adult Spider who flunked out of college," she admitted. "I would've been the first Dr. Philips in my family." She closed her eyes and sunk into her mattress further.

"Don't sweat that, Sugar! Education has come a loooong way in the last 70 years. I'm sure you'd do great at University now!" Lyla grinned at Maria. "It's about learning now instead of memorization. Totally different animal."

Maria huffed and smiled slightly. "School being about learning… I never thought I'd see the day." She yawned and blinked, her eyelids getting heavily. "I'm going to pass out now. Talk to you soon, chica."

"Night!" And like that, Lyla flicked out of existence. The pang of isolation settled over Maria like a fog, and she pulled the covers over herself. Tomorrow waited for no man, and she needed sleep if she was going to perform well.

——

There was a bit-crushed synthesized groan as Maria kicked at a hologram of a generic "bad guy" and caused him to run out of health. He flickered out if existence and Maria skidded to a halt at the end of the long white-paneled hallway that made up the SimCourse.

"That's how it's done!" Her breathing was heavy and she threw her head back as she gave a loud whoop. Spindle chattered excitedly in her mind, and Maria's grin was so wide it felt like she was going to split her cheeks.

"That's a personal best. Good job, Blue." Jess tapped some keys on the control panel while she reviewed footage from Maria's evaluation. Maria padded over and snatched her water bottle off the edge of the console and downed it greedily.

"The physical training routine I created seems to be successful," Aaron looked at his own monitor, glancing over vitals and other information gathered during the training. "Have you been reviewing the reading I've sent you?" He didn't look away from his screen while talking.

"Can't say I have," Maria admitted. She sat on the couch in the control room, grateful to rest her feet for a minute. She closed her eyes and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Her suit clung to her form and made her long for a baggy shirt and pajama pants - comfort, not work. "Been too busy pumping iron."

"It's paying off, your time is down by 15 seconds," Jess confirmed before closing her holographic monitors and walking towards the pair. "It's a strong improvement from last week's times."

The genuine praise made Maria beam. Leaning forward in her seat, she pointed at Jess. "That's great! Once I get a get another run in, I bet I can shave off another two seconds. I'm feeling it, it's gonna be-"

"I'm not running you again. Girl, you've already done it three times! Get some rest. I know I'm going to," Jess cut Maria off and put her hands on her lower back, stretching to accentuate her words.

"Besides, physicality is only half the battle," Aaron said. "You still have a lot to learn about battle strategy and 2099 Technical Theory. You couldn't possibly be on the Conclave if you don't understand how the Watch technology-"

"Watch it," Maria warned. "I'll get to it when I get to it. It's not like there's a written exam on this stuff." She glanced towards her mentor. "I'll get promoted when you think I'm ready, right?"

Jessica pulled her lips into a tight line. "It's a group vote. I present you when I think you're ready, and then the others decide."

"You've got to be able to help run this place in Miguel's absence. We are the Conclave, the next in command for Spider Society! We have to be ready at all times. It's about strength and devotion to our cause, the knowledge-"

"Alright, alright! I get the picture," Maria cut Aaron off with a chuckle. With a roll of her eyes and a small smile on her face, Jess walked towards the doors out of the Control Center.

"I'll give Miguel a report, then I'm off duty for the next 72 hours. If you need anything, you'll either have to handle it yourself or ask Lyla," Jess warned her pupil. "So be on your best behavior, alright? I'll see you guys after my weekend." And like that she was gone.

Maria stood up slowly with a groan, starting to feel the adrenaline wear off and a deep ache settle into her limbs. Aaron made his way towards the door, his robotic spider limbs curled up on his back.

"So… the reading?" Maria asked as she followed him out. "Are there alternatives? Because big blocks of text just blur together."

"Hmm. Get that tested," Aaron remarked. "But if reading is problematic, perhaps a practical workshop might be beneficial. Have you had your learning style identified? Has tactile learning been beneficial to you?"

"Uh…"

"I'll set up a workshop demonstration for you to analyze the Watches. Be on the lookout for an invite sent to your calendar. Perhaps I could turn it into a whole lecture…" He kept walking, hand on his chin in thoughts so deep that he didn't even notice Maria was no longer walking beside him.

She already had a plan.

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PROTEIN SYNTHESIS COMPLETE.

SERUM STABILIZATION UNDERWAY.

PLEASE STAND BY.

Miguel's glower was so intense that it could melt into the monitor. Diagrams of molecular structures, chemical compounds, and DNA strands floated around on the golden monitors. Before him, a centrifuge swirled with a low hum.

"A watched pot never boils, S-Man," Lyla said as she floated beside him, lounging on a massive (to her) bean bag chair. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before looking at his hologram of an assistant.

"I can't let my mood destabilize again. It's not worth the risk." He glanced back at the monitor before turning away and going over some files on an adjacent display.

"Well as they say: With great spider powers, comes great spider mood swings!" Lyla blinked over beside his head. "When was your last dose?"

"4 days ago." His thick brows furrowed

"And you already need another one?" Lyla sounded uncharacteristically serious at the realization. She pulled up a tiny holographic computer and tapped away at it.

"I want to keep it on hand." He tapped a few nodes on his own monitor, pulling at a model of a web, dragging around nodes to pan across the diagram of the Achrachno Humanoid Poly-Multiverse. The thrum of destiny pursed across the lines, soothing him. When viewed from this far out, the randomness and chaos of life almost seemed to make sense to him.

"Bossman!" Maria announced her presence confidently, making Miguel grit his teeth into a snarl at the intrusion. He looked over at her, his brow raised.

"Do you need something?" He asked flatly as Maria approached his dias. There was quite the look on her face, with the pull of a smile ghosting over her mouth. She stopped before the raised platform and rested her hands on her hips.

"A favor," she declared.

"Oh boy, here we go…" Miguel rolled his eyes before speaking again. "What do you have in mind?"

Maria paused, wetting her dry lips as she contemplated her next words carefully. "I… need to know more about Nueva York and how things have changed since… my time. 2029."

Miguel paused. This… wasn't what he was expecting. "Oh?"

"Aaron Parker gave me a pop quiz that I didn't study for. I need to be better prepared for what lies ahead. If I'm going to kick ass in other dimensions, I need to know how this Watch works." She motioned to the device on her wrist.

"So what are you asking me, exactly?" He crossed his arms over his massive chest.

"I want you to show me around the city and explain things to me. Lyla's been giving me videos and information but it's not the same."

Lyla winked at Maria behind her heart-shaped sunglasses. "She's got a point, Boss. Besides, you could do with some fresh air every now and then."

Miguel scoffed and looked at Lyla. "Fresh air? In this city?" He rolled his eyes and looked back down at Maria, lips pulled tight in thought. "But… you have a point. Fine, we'll start patrolling Nueva York as a duo. Just follow my lead. We can head out tomorrow," he declared before turning back to his monitors. He tried desperately to ignore Maria's wide grin.

"Yes! Amazing! Let's get something good to eat too - I'm tired of the cafeteria food. Any suggestions?" Maria shifted her weight to one hip, still grinning.

"We're going on patrol, not a date. Dismissed," he said as he waved a hand at her, still staring at his screens. Maria's footsteps faded into the distance, sounding a bit quicker and bouncer than usual.

STABILIZATION COMPLETE.

A/N: ITS DONE! Whew, I honestly never thought I would finish this lmao. Works been a lot but I’m so hyped to have this part for you guys! Enjoy! 💙💙💙

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Equinox (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)

TW for symptoms of depression and mental illness. It has some loving fluff, though!

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Loving Simon definetly wasn't an easy task, it was never linear or smooth. Some days it reminded you of skateboarding down a sidewalk, the small bumps in the concrete vibrating the wood under your feet. Other days, a ship sailing through a storm. Find something stable to grasp onto and hold on tight until the storm resolves. Hills and valleys, loving someone is a series of hills and valleys.

Loving someone who lost their way, felt an equinox.

Summers bringing warmth, new growth, lasting memories. Never wanting to stay inside for too long, late nights spent talking, cuddling and planning your future as the air smoothly dropped in temperature.

Winters bringing a stark reminder that you'll never quite know what you have until it's gone. The warmth replaced by chilling winds, the world now hidden under a blanket of white. Beautiful to look at, but motivated you to stay inside under warm blankets. Listening to storm warnings as you planned the holidays with family and friends. Who's hosting, what should I bring.

One could argue that both times of year had positives and negatives (sunburns vs frost bite, bugs vs ice); this never seemed to help the phases between when you knew change was coming. When all you could focus on is the positives you're going to miss, and the negatives coming down the line.

For him, summer was filled with laughter and a touch of happiness. It was a time of personal growth, he'd leave the door to his heart open just a crack. Enough for you to peek in, whisper words of affirmation, give him the smile that makes him melt. He loved with everything he was willing to give, basking in the feeling. Things just felt lighter.

Without much warning, after a short autumn -- his winter would come. A storm kickstarting the season full force. He would sleep more, a few more hours each day until he realized:

It's getting bad again.

Winter was heavy, much like the wet snow in the driveway. His bone marrow replaced with led, his mind transported to the past, his heart colder than the weather outside. Memories of what was followed him during every waking hour, reminded him of the life fate had chosen. God, what he would do to not be the main character for once.

With tortured eyes, he would watch you suffer the consequences of such an abrupt change in season. Emotional whiplash that caught you off guard, even years later. You would never admit to him how much it hurt, having him withdraw from you entirely. From sharing body warmth between the sheets, to barely being in the same room. You would never tell him how difficult it was to love him. Because loving someone who's bound to a life of loss, without losing yourself in the process is a near impossible task.

But anything is possible if you put your mind to it.

"Tom used to sit like that all the time, could never understand how it was comfortable" he commented once, spring on his horizon. This was the first time he told you anything about Tommy, about his family. You froze in shock, the offhand comment reminding you how little you knew about your lovers backstory. The guilt that followed ate you alive for days.

From that day forward, he would give you small seeds of information. Nothing major at first, mostly small parallels he made between his past and his present.

Sounds like what Tommy always said

Mum always loved those flowers. Would comment on 'em everytime when we passed the flower shop

While still a rarity, and mostly superficial observations you cherished every piece of his past he entrusted to you. It took more will power than you were proud of to keep yourself from asking the burning questions in your mind. Wanting to know more about those he cherishes in his memory; heart begging to help him carry on their memories. But you never pushed. He'll let you in when he's ready.

Simon would never admit it, but you brushed off on him in the time you spent loving him. Rubbed away some of the hardened mud and blood that caked over his soul. Let a little bit of light shine in to the darkened room; dare he say it you started making him hopeful again. In his eyes, it was nothing major. Softly whispering "when I come home..." instead of "if I come home" before being deployed. He'd stopped shutting down the ever ongoing questions about marriage asked by distant friends as quick, now playing it off with a light shrug. You became his ray of sun through the clouds. Never faltering, never allowing yourself to be closed off by the clouds, and somehow reminding him of all the love you think he deserves.

You made him think of the future again. One without an assignment leading him through every point, one where he felt at peace again. One where he would grow old, complaining of joint pains and asking when the grandkids would be coming by again.

You became his anchor in the storm that was his mind. When the nightmares from his upbringing and memories from missions would sink their claws into his conscience -- the thought of you kept him above water. Kept him sane.

Simon was your destiny, your endgame. Through hell or high water he was yours. You've never had a partner quite like him. You've never had an equinox.

Loving Simon wasn't always an easy task... but love never is.

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Untitled - Sequel - PT.7

Here's part 7 I hope you will enjoy it <3 Thank you for reading

Previous Part

T.W: n/a

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I got home around 2 am, Rin and Ran dropped me off as they refused to let me go home in a taxi. I tiptoed inside Waka's apartment trying to be as quiet as I can be especially after seeing the 10 missed calls on my phone from him. Just as I was walking through the living suddenly lights were switched on and I let out a startled shriek.

"You scared the hell out of me Waka..." I groan as I walk over the sofa.

"I scared you? That's funny, cause I'm not the one who disappeared. Where the hell have you been?" he cocks a brow as he look at me.

"We went out for a few drinks with Monica, but you couldn't have been missing me that much" I say and my tone changes as I notice the dark purple marks on his neck, that were definitely not done by me.

"That's not the point" he shakes his head and I lose my temper.

"You know now I wish I have slept with the Haitanis. It was a torture not being able to kiss them, not to mention be with them but I had enough respect for you not to do it, but now I wish I did" I snap at him annoyed and his eyes narrow.

"Did you say Haitanis...?" he cocks a brow as he stands up and walks up to me. "Are you out of your goddamn stupid mind?" he snaps at me.

"Screw you Wakasa, I'm done. I had enough. I'm done being your trophy" I shake my head and start walking off but he grabs my arm.

"You can do whatever you want Angel, you can leave, you can fuck whoever you want, just stay the Hell away from Bonten. I don't care if you're seeing the Haitanis again, just please...stay away from Bonten" he says in a soft but serious tone as he looks into my eyes. "I know how much you love them, and I know your heart never stopped longing for them, so I'll let you go. Just promise me, you'll be safe, okay?" he sighs and his lazy lilac eyes reflecting pain which breaks my heart.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask as I look at him.

"Yes, all I ever wanted is to make you happy" he says with a faint smile. "If you're happy with them, go ahead. As I said, just be safe and know; the Black Dragons are always here for you" he says in a serious tone before opening his arms to me.

"Thank you, Waka" I whisper as I hug him tight and start crying against his shoulder.

"You'll be okay" he says softly. "Let me know if you want to move out, I happily get you a small apartment"

"You're spoiling me again" I mumble and he lets out a small chuckle.

"I am your sugar daddy after all" he jokes then kisses the top of my head.

"Yes, daddy" I stick my tongue out and he just rolls his eyes with a smile.

"I hope you'll annoy the Haitanis less than you annoy me" he nudges me with a smirk. "Let's go to sleep for now. Wanna sleep together or you prefer to sleep in your old room?" he asks as he looks at me.

"I'd like to fall asleep in your arms one last time. If you'll have me" I smile up a him and he nods with a soft smile.

"Always~" he hums then kisses the top of my head before letting me go.

That night I fell asleep in his arms, with a calm and clear mind. Having things sorted out with him helped me restore that comfort that he used to give me and what I used to feel when I was with him. I might still love him deep down, but I know my heart belongs to the Haitanis.

The next day Wakasa and I spent the day talking about everything that happened and how we both felt, he admitted he had strong feelings for me but the love he felt towards Shin will never be replaced nor happen again. We were nothing more than a rebound for each other, but because we were both happy he didn't see an reason to bring it up, especially because the sex was good, and honestly I felt the same way. Once we talked it out we agreed to stay as friends. I called the Haitanis and they were more than happy to hear I'm all theirs. We agreed living with the is not an option as they live at Bonten HQ and the agreement with everyone was that I stay away from Bonten, which I happily agreed to.

Once that was sorted Wakasa took me to Ginza HQ and I talked to Jekyll and Hyde. Jekyll was over the moon when I asked to join their gang, meanwhile Hyde was really not happy about it. But once he realized he could keep an eye on me more if I join he agreed, especially once Wakasa reassured him this also means that the Ginza Gang will have the Black Dragons' full support, making the Ginza Gang into one of the top tier gangs in Japan.

Hyde offered me to move in with him and Jekyll into Ginza HQ which had the top floor converted into apartments. My room apartment was right next to Jekyll's an opposite Hyde's. Wakasa and the guys helped me move in and decorate the large room, which had its own bathroom. At the end of the corridor was the large shared living room, which from the kitchen opened. All in all the entire place looked amazing and comfortable.

Wakasa and I said our goodbyes for now and I settled in my room. I finished some last minute touches including displaying Wakasa's Black Dragon jackets and putting up my favourite photos. I smile as I find an old Toman picture of us, Mikey in the middle Draken giving bunny ears behind Mikey, Pah and Peh posing like body builders, Mitsuya and Hakkai grinning like idiots, then at the end me on Baji's back doing the peace sign while Baji's grinning showing off his canine, while Chifuyu pointing at us with a pretended shocked face. Seeing this brings back a lot of memories, also reminds me of how much I miss Baji. "Oh shit!" I exclaim as I remember that I haven't replied to neither Chifuyu or Tora in the past few days. I quickly fish my phone out to check the time, 4.15pm they should be closing soon. I grab my jacket then send a text to Hyde that I'll be back then make my way to the pet shop.

"Hey" I call out softly as I walk in, the bell jingling as I close the door.

"Coming!" I hear Chifuyu's voice from the back, then soon his black messy head pops up but freezes in his step as he sees me. "Maya.." he whispers then suddenly beelines it to me and almost knocking me over with a tight hug.

"Heyyy, missed you too" I chuckle as I hug him but as he clings to me I start to realize something isn't right, this suspicion is confirmed when I feel something wet on my neck, and a hear sniffles from Chifuyu. "Hey, Fuyu... What's wrong?" I ask in a softer tone hiding my worry.

"Don't ever do this me again..." he mumbles into my neck before taking a deep breath and pulling away.

"I'm sorry... the past few days were just extremely chaotic, I'm sorry I didn't message you, especially for not coming to work" I explain but he shakes his head.

"It's not about work you idiot. I thought I lost you too..." that's all he need to say for me to understand what is this really about. Ever since we lost Baji we became rather distant with Fuyu, we were both friends and both cared for each other but we reminded each other of Baji too much, yet at the same time it made each of us being more important to the other, so me just disappearing without a word scared the hell out of Chifuyu.

"I am so sorry Chifuyu.." I say in a genuine tone as I pull him close to me and hug him tight.

"I'm just glad you're okay, Angel" he says in a softer tone as he holds me tight. "Do you need a few days off?"

"If you and Tora don't mind, I would appreciate that a lot" I smile as look at him.

"Of course" he nods with a smile. "So wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Oh jeez, well how much time do you have?" I chuckle as I groan playfully.

"Sounds like this is a pizza and beer night" he winks at me. "Free tonight?"

"For you? Always" I chuckle.

"It's a deal. Help me close up, would you?" he smiles at me then throws me the keys to the outside shutter which I quickly catch.

"Of course" I grin then I walk outside and pull the shutters down then lock them in place then walk back inside.

I help Chifuyu sort the animals out and clean up the shop floor before we officially close the shop. While Chifuyu locked up I messaged Hyde, letting him know I probably be staying over at Chifuyu's. Once everything was sorted we headed to Chifuyu's place.

The second I walk in Peke J runs up to me yowling and rubbing against my leg. "Hey Excalibur" I chuckle as I crouch down and pet the beautiful black cat.

"He missed you" Chifuyu chuckles. "He learnt to listen to both of his names now" he says with a soft laugh then lets out a small sigh. "Though Peke J does suits him better" he smiles.

"I guess Kei was good at giving nicknames" I smile as I look at the kitty.

"God, he hated so much when you called him that, especially Kei-chan" Chifuyu laughs and I can't help but let out a laugh too.

"He wanted to murder me every time I called him that" I laugh as I think back the amount of time Baji literally kicked my ass when I called him Kei or Kei-chan.

"He secretly liked it" Chifuyu smiles and I roll my eyes with a chuckle.

"Suuuuure, that's why he always wanted to beat me" I chuckle but he just shakes his head with a smile.

"He hated it but also loved it because only you called him that, because when you teased him, you paid attention to him. He was like a school boy around you" he shakes his head with a smile.

"What are you saying Fuyu?" I look at him confused.

"He had the biggest crush on you since the first time you two had a fight. The amount of time he sat back and watch you fight with Mikey or Draken, he'd lean to me and say "Fuck, look at her Chifuyu, she's incredible" but he never did anything about it because he knew your heart belonged to Mikey and Draken" Chifuyu explains in a softer tone as he looks at me.

"That idiot..." I laugh while I wipe my eyes as my tears starts to fall. "I happily would have given him a chance" I shake my head as I wipe my eyes.

"You were both idiots, I guess" Chifuyu chuckles softly as he hugs me tight. "So spill the tea, sis. Who are you with now? Still with your sugar leopard?" he nudges me teasingly as we walk into his living room.

"Actually not, we broke up on mutual terms, don't worry, we're on good terms" I reassure him before he starts planning beating Wakasa.

"So, you're single?" he asks curiously.

"Yes, and no" I reply and he cocks his head confused. "Well technically I am single, as I have not been officially asked out, but I am seeing someone...s" I added the s and his confusion grows.

"Someones?" he cocks a brow. "Come on, give me the details!" he shakes me excited.

"Promise me you won't flip out..." I look at him raising a brow.

"I promise... to try not to blow up" he says in a suspicious tone.

"It's the Haitanis..." I mumble but he hears it and his eye widen.

"Those assholes?? Also they're one of the top gangsters in Japan! They're dangerous! Also didn't you say you given up all that?" he cocks a brow giving me a judgemental look.

"Thaaat's another thing...~" I say with an awkward chuckle and Chifuyu just gives me his emotionless 'really?' look. "I might have joined Jekyll's & Hyde's gang.."

"JEKYLL AND HYDE?? THE Jekyll and Hyde??? I think you have lost that one remining braincell that you had left" he facepalms himself then massages his temple. "You're fucking crazy..." he sighs. "But as long as you're happy... and safe"

"I am, don't worry" I reassure him with a smile. "Soo what are we watching?"

"Lord of the Rings, obviously" Chifuyu grins as he switches off the lights and boots up his PS.

We spent the entire night watching our favorite movie, while stuffing ourselves with pizza and junk food, along with a few cans a beer. Something we used to do a lot back in Toman and something I have missed a lot, it was nice to relive those memories and share them with Chifuyu.

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