#the shooter pulled a fire alarm

[actual-sleeping-beauty]

i would love to never see that gifset of carlos with the guns again. sorry like. perhaps i am simply too traumatized by the gun violence that has haunted my literal entire existence on this earth but. no.

#also i'm not kidding #i am younger than columbine #i was in the fifth grade when twenty elementary schoolers were killed at sandy hook #when i was a sophomore in high school two kids were killed by a fifteen year old in marshall county kentucky #the shooter called his mom and said there was a shooting and he was scared #he murdered his classmates with a poorly stored gun he brought from home #a month later 17 kids were murdered at marjory stoneman douglas high school #the shooter pulled a fire alarm #a couple months later an unscheduled fire alarm went off at my school #all of us sat there on the third floor of a possibly on fire building for a full forty seconds before evacuating #eventually the front office came over the intercom to tell us to evacuate #so forgive me for not thinking that carlos shooting a guy is cool or hot #tw gun violence #tw school shooting #just to be safe #y'all feel free to interact with this post but i'm turning reblogs off because i am not trying to start shit

[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch Ⅶ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: None, lighthearted chapter tbh

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The sound of a marker cap popping open echoes across the walls of Regina’s room. Squeaking could be heard from the other side of the house with how aggressively she was writing.

She ignores her mothers insistent knocking as she pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts the photo of her and Cady in half. Pulling out a glue stick, Regina aggressively sticks the photo in the middle of the page.

She takes a deep breath, calming herself down and sitting back to admire her work. ’This girl is the nastiest skank bitch I've ever met. Do not trust her. She is a fugly slut!’ Captioned above a picture of her stuck in the burn book.

Those byotches had no idea what was coming. ✮✮✮

This party was worse than anything she could’ve imagined. Someone broke her mothers vase, Gretchen and Karen wouldn’t leave her alone, and, worst of all, she threw up on Aaron!

“Aaron, wait!” Her heels were digging into the backs of her feet as she chased after her longtime crush, wiping the puke off her mouth.

Aaron angled his body towards Cady, walking backwards and pointing his finger at her, “You are a clone of Regina.”

Cady sighed before perking up, “Call me!”

Aaron ignored her, wiping her vomit off his shirt as he disappeared around the corner.

At the sound of a motor, Cady scrunches her eyebrows, turning towards the source of the mechanical whirring. She curses under her breath as she watches you, Damien, and Janis approach on a motor scooter.

“You dirty little liar.” Janis jumps off of the scooter, stomping towards Cady while you and Damien spin around, unable to stop the scooter.

“I’m sorry! I can explain-”

“Explain how you didn’t invite us to your party?”

You pipe up, “Janis, I’m getting dizzy!”

She glares at you as Cady replies, “I had to act like I hated you! You told me to pretend to be plastic.”

“This,” Janis looks Cady up and down, “Is not pretend. You’re plastic. Cold, hard, shiny plastic.”

Damien warns Janis about his curfew before she continues, “Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters and listen to awesome music and just sit around soaking up each others awesomeness?”

Cady’s face contorts in anger, “You made me like this! All because of some bullshit petty 6th grade drama!”

Janis scoffs, raising her arms up in exasperation, “Oh my god! At least me and Regina George know we’re mean. You still try to act all innocent! You got what you wanted. Aaron broke up with Regina, yet you still mess with her. You know why? Because you’re a mean girl! You’re a bitch!” She throws her artwork at Cady, “You can have this, it won a prize.”

Janis gets back onto the moving scooter, almost falling off when you shake the vehicle getting off. Cady’s eyes widen when she sees you rushing towards her, preparing herself for another scolding when you run past her into the house party. Janis and Damien groan, turning back around and spinning.

Cady’s eyes widen when she catches you walking out with two half full bottles of vodka.

“Alright, let’s go.” You jump back onto Damien's lap, adjusting your hold on the two bottles. Cady runs her hands through her hair, letting out a breath. She starts walking back into her house when she hears Damien's voice,

“I want my pink shirt back!”

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“Wanda literally solos all of…” You trail off when a group of girls rush past you gasping at their phones as you walk through the doors. You and Janis turn to each other in confusion before Damien runs up to both of you and drags you further into school. “Check what I sent you!”

Janis pulls out her phone at Damien’s request, her jaw dropping, “No. Fucking. Way.”

She turns her phone towards you. Squinting your eyes at her screen, you read,

“Damien, too gay to…function?! That's only okay when we say it!” You turn away from her phone, pointing and watching the commotion with your friends. Looking around, you ask,

“Have you guys seen Regina?”

Before either could answer, the sound of the fire alarm and sprinklers going off startles everyone.

“All junior girls report to the gymnasium, immediately! Immediately!”

Damien puts on his hood, before walking alongside you and Janis to the gym. Taking your seats on the bleachers at the back, you open your phone to look through the different pages of the burn book.

“Hah! Check this out: ‘Trang Pak is a grotsky little byotch’. It’s like a foreign language.” Janis and Damien giggle as you continue scrolling, ignoring the pang in your heart when you scroll past your own page, and scrunching your eyebrows in confusion at Regina’s. Didn’t she make this? Speaking of...

You stand up, looking around for her, when you catch Cady walking in awkwardly. She makes eye contact with you, offering you a little smile that you return. As shitty as what she did was, it wasn’t entirely on her. Plus she was about to go through way shittier with the way people kept staring at her.

She turns looks next to you, still smiling, when Janis catches her eye and flips her the bird.

The stare off was interrupted by Principal Duvall starting his speech, going on and on about how he oughta cancel our spring fling. You weren’t really paying attention until the end.

“Who has any lady problems they’d like to share?” You snort when you catch Gretchen pushing Karen's hand down.

Another girl you barely recognize raises her hand, “Somebody wrote in that book that I’m lying about being a virgin because I use super jumbo tampons,”

You, Janis and Damien start hitting each other, holding your noses and trying not to laugh when she continues, “I can’t help it if I’ve got a heavy flow and a wide set vagina.”

Your face was turning red, barely holding it together when Damien snorts. You bark out a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth when everyone turns to look at you.

“Yeah, I can’t do this.” Principal Duvall sighs and urges Ms. Norbury to continue for him.

“Alright, everybody close your eyes,” She pauses, “Raise your hand if you’ve ever had a girl say something mean about you behind your back. Now open your eyes.”

You look around the room, everybody had their hands raised. She continues, “Close your eyes again. Raise your hand if you’ve ever said anything mean about a friend behind their back,”

You peek an eye open, raising your hand when you see everyone else's hands raised. You catch Regina doing the same. There she is. “Now open.”

You, Janis and Damien all collectively gasp when you see each other's hands raised.

“Seems like there’s been a little girl-on-girl crime here, let’s do a couple exercises...” Ms. Norbury had all of you confront your friends on what bothered you.

After a couple of confrontations and arguments, Regina stands up with her arms crossed, “Can I just say that I don’t think we have a clique problem at this school. Some of us don’t need to be here! We’re just victims.”

Ms. Norbury smiles, “That's probably true. How many of you have felt personally victimized by Regina George?” You slide down your chair, groaning in second-hand embarrassment when everybody raises their hands.

Janis rolls her eyes and pulls you back up to sit properly.

“Cady, is there anything you’d like to own up to?” Ms. Norbury calls out.

“No.” Cady replies

“You never made up a rumor about anyone?”

Cady looks around, shuffling in her seat, “No.”

“Nothing you want to apologize for?”

“...No.”

Ms. Norbury says something to Cady that you couldn’t catch before moving on. “Alright. Everybody up.”

She made us gather around a little platform, letting whoever wanted to go up and apologize for whoever they’ve hurt. It was absolutely horrible trying to hold in your laugh as the apologies began, especially when Karen fell forward into the trust fall instead of backwards. Someone you don’t recognize goes up, crying and apologizing.

“She doesn’t even go here!” Damien shouts before pushing you in front of him and pulling the strings of his hoodie. You stand on your tiptoes, attempting to conceal him as Janis moves closer to you. "I can't see shit from here," You mumble, trying to look between the girls stood in front of you.

Wanting to get a better view, you decide to move towards the front of the crowd. You pushed yourself between the girls, ignoring the curses thrown your way. Karen noticed you walking towards her and Gretchen and moved to the side as Gretchen went up, making space for you. Your smile dropped as Gretchen began her speech.

Oh wow. Gretchen was horrible at apologies.

Gretchen turns and falls backwards. Entranced by the train wreck that was Gretchen's half-assed apology, you hadn’t noticed people scattering away from you and Karen. Ms. Norbury gasps.

You all fall to the ground, Gretchen and Karen landing on top of you. Karen gets up after Gretchen, helping you up after her and adjusting your disheveled hair. You raise your eyebrows as she begins squeezing your cheeks with a far away look in her eyes before Gretchen starts pulling her arm. Snapping out of whatever trance she was in, she lets Gretchen drag her away, offering you a smile and a wave goodbye,

They could never make you hate her.

Janis pats your shoulder as she walks past you and up onto the platform, beginning her speech. Your eyes widen as she begins to list everything she’d done to sabotage Regina.

“Ay ay ay ay ay!” She ends her speech and jumps into the crowd as they all cheered her on. You were about to join when a teary eyed Regina pushed past you.

"Regina!" You and Cady called at the same time. You looked at each other for a moment before running towards Regina.

Cady keeps walking as you stop at the edge of the street, leaving them to hash it out when you feel a hand on your shoulder. A breathless Janis was standing next to you. You pat her back, “Nice speech, you should join Model UN.” Janis shakes her head in disgust, making you laugh until you notice a school bus speeding towards Regina.

"No!" Janis attempts to pull you back as you rush forward, jumping towards Regina and pushing her out of the way.

You both land on the harsh asphalt, groaning.

“God! Who drives that fucking fast in a school zone?!” You had your hand on your chest, trying to come down from the rush of adrenaline. “At least no one got hurt,”

Sitting up and looking around, you notice everyone’s eyes on you, “What? Why is everyone looking at me?”

Regina’s scream startles you. “Oh my God!” She says while standing up and pointing at your leg. You raise an eyebrow, turning to where she was pointing.

Oh god.

“Is the bone supposed to stick out like that?” You attempt to joke, before promptly blacking out. The last thing you see being Cady, Regina, and Janis all running towards you.

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Long-ish A/N: I used the gymnasium scene from the original mean girls, its lowkey funnier. I know this chapter has a criminal lack of Regina, but I promise I'll make up for it next chapter. I just needed to move the story along.

I made a little sketch of how I imagine R, but I made her vague in the fic on purpose! You get to imagine her however you want. This is just how I imagine her.

Will I acknowledge the fact that she looks like me? nope. Will I acknowledge the fact that I left out an eye? yolo.

Anyways, thank you for reading!

Tag list: @itzyyyyyydaaaaaa (if u wanna get tagged in the next chapter reply under this post!)

#regina george x reader #regina george imagine #mean girls imagines #mean girls 2024 #fanfic #wlw #regina george #mean girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #regina george x you #mean girls the musical #regina george is a lesbian #wlw fiction #regina george icons #x reader

[thealtoduck]

Alive

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, kidnapping, brainwashing, child abuse. General violence, gun use, reader is a assassin, people get hurt…

Y/c/e = Your color eyes

Summary: Peter has to save Tony from a cold blooded assassin… + backstory stuff in the end…

(A/n: Reader is based on the character Widowmaker from Overwatch and the story is based on the Overwatch short ”Alive”.)

(A/n: Btw, Hi, It’s been a while)

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Peter’s pov…

Peter entered the large convention center, it was filled with banners saying ”STARK” as well as new inventions on display. It still felt unreal that Tony Stark himself had personally invited him to such an event.

Lots of business and investors were in attendence to see what new tech ”Stark Industries” were bringing to the table, making Peter feel slightly out of place among them. He looked towards the big stage, where Tony and Pepper would soon be holding a speech regarding their future plans for Stark industries.

Peter looked around, the security seemed extra tight, which was understandable considering the combined net-worth of the people in the room could probably buy a planet.

Peter went along with the crowd gathered around the stage waiting for Tony Stark and Pepper Potts to come out. As soon as they did applause thundered through out the convention area.

Tony and Pepper stepped up to the podium and Tony Stark spoke up in the mic saying ”Welcome everyone…”

Your pov…

From the building across you looked down on the convention center with an icy glare. Then you jumped and fired your grappling hook and swung to the top of the convention center.

You snuck carefully in to the building and using your recon visor allowing you to locate the guards. You silently knocked out the guards on the top floor one by one. Then you found the perfect angle to set up and you brought out your rifle looking into the scope and searched for your target…

And then your crosshair landed on him, Tony Stark…

Peter’s pov…

As he watched Mr Stark speak Peter felt something, his spider senses told him that something was wrong. He looked around quickly but everything seemed fine. But his spider senses didn’t let up, Peter moved through the crowd towards the bathroom and sprinted inside.

He stripped out of his suit, revealing his Spider-suit underneath, he thought best to wear it since trouble is known to follow Tony Stark. He hid his clothes and started patrolling around. Then he saw it, on the top floor a sniper was aiming straight for Tony and was about to pull the trigger.

Peter quickly reacted swinging himself up to the sniper and he knocked the assassin to the side just as he pulled the trigger making the blast of the gunshot cut through the air. The gunshot had missed his target but alarmed Tony and the crowd. Peter looked as the sniper stood up and looked at him.

His visor had seven glowing red eyes and the visor shifted revealing your intense cold y/c/eyed stare. Peter said playfully ”Trying to crash the party” thinking he’d make easy work of the sniper. The sniper stood up as his rifle shifted. Peter’s spider sense suddenly flared up again and he dodged to the side as the assassin fired his rifle which had shifted from a sniper to an automatic rifle, firing quick shots his way.

Peter found cover and quickly had Karen cut in to the security guards communication channel. ”Mr Stark is in danger, shooter on the top floor, I repeat shooter on the top floor!”. A stern voice shouted back ”This is a secure channel, no one's a-”. Peter cut him off saying ”Tony Stark's in danger, get him out of here!” Peter commanded.

Peter then noticed the rifle shots had stopped he carefully peaked out and noticed that the assassin was nowhere to be seen, he carefully snuck out hiding towards the edge of the balcony floor to see that they were evacuating Mr Stark towards the exit.

Peter then caught a glimpse of something or rather someone outside on the roof top across from the convention center. Peter knew there was little time to he took a running start and rammed himself through one of the windows and swing to the other side of the street.

He landed a bit away from the shooter and as he ran closer to him, his spider-senses tingled once more but before he had time to dodge a hidden mine exploded setting free a gas that caused Peter to start coughing, he stumbled and fell and landed right before the assassin’s feet.

The attacker pressed Peter to the ground with his foot and aimed the sniper rifle right in his face, saying in a mocking tone ”Such a sweet foolish boy”. Peter stopped coughing as he heard him cocking the rifle. Without much time or thought Peter fired a web at the assasins face making him stumble back.

Peter stood back up as the assassin ripped the webbing of his face and then the two were at a standstill, simply staring hatefully in each other’s eyes. On the street below them Mr Stark had successfully been escorted in to his car that was now starting to drive away.

The assassin gave Peter one quick evil smirk and started sprinting over the rooftop set on following the car, Peter quickly gave chase behind him. The assassin dropped more venom mines but Peter quickly learned to dodge them.

The sniper was fast and agile as he had managed to get a decent distance between Peter and himself. He saw him stop dead in his tracks and take aim on the speeding car below. ”No!” Peter shouted loudly but the sniper took the shoot.

Peter watched in horror as one of the car’s front tyres was shot out causing the car to make a drastic turn and crash in to the side of a building. ”Oh no, nonono” he said to himself, praying that Mr Stark, Pepper and Happy were okay.

The assassin looked at Peter with a smirk and said coldly ”Looks like the party is over”. Peter felt rage quickly build up inside him and he tackled the assassin to the ground, holding him down. ”Why?! Why would you do this?” Peter demanded feeling tears stinging in his eyes below the mask.

The assassin didn’t even flinch at his words and simply started laughing. Then Peter felt a strong wind building up behind him and heard the spinning blades of a helicopter. He looked up seeing a helicopter hovering above the two.

The sniper had used Peter’s distraction to attach his grappling hook to a nearby water tower. He then grabbed Peter by the waist and looked in to his eyes saying ”Adieu, chéri” tumbled backwards making the two of them fall off the building and in to the alley bellow. The assassin quickly let go off Peter and activated his grappling hook, pulling himself up to the roof top once again.

Meanwhile Peter landed flat on his back on the ground as pain spread all over his his body. Luckily for him, thanks to hightened durability he seemed to not have broken anything. He quickly tried to stand up but stumbled and immediately fell again.

He watched as the helicopter swiftly flew away from the scene, taking the assassin with it…

Two days later…

Luckily no one died, Mr Stark, Pepper and Happy managed to get away with only a couple of bruises and one or two broken bones. Peter himself was mostly just covered in bruises on his back from the fall.

He went to visit Tony who was in bed rest at the Avengers compound, he brought a stuffed bear and a ballon that said ”Get well soon”. When he found him Tony had a couple of hologram screens open in front of him. He noted Peter’s presence and said ”Come inside, kid”.

Peter quickly found himself apologising ”I’m so sorry, Mr Stark, because of me you ended up like this”. Mr Stark looked at the brown haired boy in disbeleif, ”Peter, if weren’t for you i’d be dead, i should be thanking you” Tony told him and said ”Thank you for saving me, Parker”.

Peter put down the stuffed bear and ballon by Mr Stark’s bed and found himself asking ”Mr Stark, who was that?”. Tony then enlarged the hologram screen showing it to Peter. ”I had to go through some of Nat’s folders to find out” Tony explained as Peter looked at several notes and pictures of the asssassin.

”His name is Y/n L/n” Tony said. ”About twelve years ago several Sheild opperatives and agents grew disillusioned with the organisation and turned their back on it and started Talon, a new organisation who’s methods were rather extreme” Tony explained.

”Shield and Talon fought one another on several occasions but one Sheild agent remained a thorn in Talon’s side, Gérard L/n, Talon wanted him dead but he always managed to get away. So they set their sights on his family. In the dead of night when Gérard was away and his wife was sleeping, they kidnapped his 12 year old son” Tony continued.

”They submitted him to intense brainwashing program, neural reconditioning and torture. They broke his will and supressed his personality, they reprogramed him into a sleeper agent. Gerard devoted Sheild's every resource to recovering his son, and it wasn't long before the operation produced results”.

”Sheild later sent several agents on a rescue mission where they found him unharmed. His agents saved Y/n, and a medical and psychological evaluation after the kidnapping found him to be apparently no worse for wear and he returned to life with his mother and father. But two weeks later his Talon programming was activated and he killed his father in his sleep” Tony said coldy.

”He then returned to Talon. At his behest, Talon completed the process of turning him into a living weapon. He was given extensive training in covert arts, and agreed to participate in an experimental marksman program, where he was trained by the best in the use of a sniper rifle”.

”Talon’s geneticist, altered Y/n’s physiology to improve his aim, drastically slowing his heart, which numbed his ability to experience human emotion. It dulled the pain of what he’d done, while heightening the charge he felt on the hunt. The slowing of his heart rate allowed him to become an exceptional sniper” Tony finished.

Peter then read Y/n’s field name out loud ”Widowmaker”. ”He widowed his own mom” Tony explained. Peter just stood there in silence after all he learned about the assassin, the only words he could find were…

”Holy shit”.

#peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #x male reader #male reader #x male!reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #avengers x male!reader #spiderman x male reader #spider man x male reader

[brbzonedout]

-Late Night Walks

Pairing: E!42 Miles Morales x Reader

Warnings: None…

“So you couldn’t sleep? and you walked here by yourself at two in the morning…and your mom doesn’t know you’re gone?”

Miles sat on your window sill and removed his sneakers before he jumped off as quietly as possible.

“Yeah that’s about right-“

You shook your head and cracked a smile moving his shoes to sit in your closet. If you hadn’t known any better you’d think he had some kind of ulterior motive but no, that’s just Miles.

“You’re gonna get us both in trouble, then our parents are gonna work together to cover up the murder…”

“Damn, no hi? No, oh my god i’m so happy to see you?” he said at a whisper.

The boy shrugged off his jacket revealing his blue flannel pajamas pants and a regular plain grey tee shirt, after he tossed it into your closet he crawled into the bed and wrapped himself in your soft fluffy comforter.

“What if I didn’t want you in here?” you questioned sarcastically.

You crawled in with him and wrapped your arms around his torso burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“Oh yeah?” he sat up slowly wanting to see your reaction. “I can dip back out if you want me to-“

“No no no no..stay,” you pushed him back down with the weight you were holding back before.

“That’s what I thought”. Miles remarked.

A comfortable silence over took the room as the two of you got in the comfortable enough position to lay in. During the period of silence Miles somehow managed to maneuver himself onto of you wrapping his arms around your neck and laying his head next to yours. As you inhaled, the smell of hair grease and whatever brand of lotion he used before coming over caught your nose, he must have been planning on coming over instead of a spontaneous visit.

A few days before, Miles told you how his mom had been taking later shifts at the hospital. He didn’t tell you but knowing Miles you knew this worried him. He knows what goes on at night in the city so it scared him to think that his mom was outside alone.

“You ok?” You asked sliding your hand under the back of his shirt to draw random shapes.

The boy nodded slightly brushing your neck with his nose. “I’m good, tired though”.

Suddenly you got an idea.

“Oh so you just gonna come in here wake me up and fall asleep on me?!” You asked slowly sitting up.

Miles huffed and sat up along with you, rubbing at his dreary eyes. “I couldn’t sleep in my bed”. He shrugged with a shy smile.

You snort out a laugh and stand up, walking over to your closet to retrieve a small cardboard box in the back. “Well i can’t sleep period..let’s go patrol. It’s the weekend we can sleep in”.

He blinked up at you with a confused expression.

“Ain’t you the one who questioned me for coming over at 2:00 am now it’s…” Miles squinted trying to focus his vision on the alarm clock sat on your bed side table bit without his glasses it was no use.

“20 minutes to 3, Velma…”.

“Velma..” He repeated with a low giggle. “If we goin’ outside i need my suit”.

You shook your head no, hair shaking lightly from side to side. “We’ll just walk..if you’re as tired as you say you are i don’t need you falling from buildings”.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows, slightly worried about going out with you with nothing to defend yourselves. “But what if-“

“I’m bringing my web shooters..” Said as you gesture to them. “If anything pops off we’ll be fine. I promise…I do this all the time”, You assure.

After your finished getting ready to go you walk over and pull Miles up by his hands. “Now come on! Before the sun comes up”.

The boy stood up with your help lazily gathering his things to go outside. After he finished getting ready the two of you walked over to the window.

“Maybe we can go to the corner store? You know past the hospital”. You said carefully climbing out onto the fire escape trying you best not to hit the metal.

Miles reveals a small smile and nods. “Yeah that’s cool..” Said as he followed behind you. “….so are we gon talk about how you go outside at all hours of the night alone…frequently?”

“Last one down the stairs has to carry the bags back!” You said rushing down in order to avoid his questions.

Miles laughed a little louder than before given the freedom after leaving the quiet apartment. “Like it won’t be me regardless”.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Part 7

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Reader is AFAB

A/N2: This takes place at the same time as Dream Come True Part 9

Warnings: Death of minor characters, Rough sex, Smut, Violence. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 6 -- Part 8

Series Masterlist

The next few hours mostly involve Steve pacing around his office. You stayed in the same chair you promised you would. As much as you want to calm him down you know this isn’t the time. Steve had gotten notice that Curtis had pulled Teach out of Lloyd’s hotel room and she was safe. Everyone breathed easier after that, but Steve was still stressed. For good reason, of course. Bucky and Sam would regularly find reasons to leave his office because his pacing and stressing wasn’t helping them, either. But you stayed in place, as you promised. 

“Why didn’t you have Curtis take Lloyd out at the hotel,” you ask. “We know he’s there.”

“Pine’s hotel is a neutral zone,” Steve explains. “If one of our people killed anyone there, we’d open ourselves to attack from all of the families at once. Cairo Hotel, any hotel under Pine’s jurisdiction really, is where we have our most important meetings and negotiations.”

“Which is why Lloyd is staying there,” you intone. “So Pine isn’t obligated to tell anyone about any of his guests? Even when they’re clearly dangerous?”

“True neutrality,” Steve confirms. “Otherwise there would be no place for real negotiations, peace talks, reparations, whatever. It’s important for business.”

“So the only reason Curtis was allowed to go get her was because Pine owed Ari a favor?”

“Well, there’s that,” he nods. “But also Pine has standards. He never likes to involve civilians in our dealings. The fact that it was solely a rescue mission definitely helped get Curtis the ‘in’ he needed.”

Your next question is interrupted by Bucky running in, “he’s at Ran’s. Let’s go!”

Steve gave you a kiss and a “stay here” before running after him. You have no idea when Steve will be back but you’ll be right where he needs you to be. 

Bucky’s team is first to go in. They’re the stealth team, taking out guards and others that might raise the alarm. Bodecker’s police cruiser is close enough to hear any gunshots but far enough to not raise eyebrows at the quick police response. If all went well, none of Ransom’s neighbors would hear anything. 

Of course something went wrong.

A scream from within Ransom’s house pushed up their timetable to “act now”. The slow and steady plan was under the premise that Ransom was having a conversation, not that he was being tortured. Bucky’s team focused on making a path to the front door before doing perimeter security. Steve and his team charged up the path they created to the door. 

Steve was first through the door, acting as a shield for his people came naturally to him. Quick firing to take out a couple of Rumlow’s men, he pushed forward, certain that his team would clean up if he missed anyone. Intel said that Ransom hadn’t left his office since his meeting with Teach so that’s where Steve led his team. 

Knowing that the people torturing Ransom were sure to have heard the gunshots Steve signaled his team to stay in various doorways as he knelt down to open the office door. The shots went well over his head and opened the shooters to his return fire. If he missed any, his team had him covered. 

Carefully moving forward Steve was able to confirm no one else was in the office. He found Ransom and called for a medic. The telltale sound of a police siren confirmed that they were moving into the coverup part of their plan. Sam ran into the office, carrying some emergency medical supplies, and started taking care of Ransom. This allowed Steve to look around at the bodies. He recognized all of them but quickly realized Lloyd was not among them. 

“Where’s Hansen,” he calls out. “Anyone got eyes on Hansen?” There was a lot of quiet. Steve messaged the Garbage Men, “Hansen is missing.”

Steve slams open his office door, startling you. He kneels in front of you and touches you almost reverently, whispering, “you’re okay. Thank god you’re okay.”

“What happened, Steve?”

He doesn’t answer and just moves you so that he’s sitting in the chair with you on his lap, holding you close. You start kissing his neck, your signal to him that he’s safe, that you’re okay, that he can relax. It takes a few minutes but he does calm down. 

“Lloyd escaped. You’re not leaving my sight until we’re able to find him.”

“Of course, Steve,” you assure. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Ransom’s in the hospital,” he reports. “Sam says he should be okay. He’ll just have some scars afterwards.” 

“And probably some mental ones, too,” you comment.

Steve agrees, “after he’s stable we’ll get some more information from him. See about helping him. In the meantime, no one goes alone and everyone is armed.”

“I take it you’re not going to be sleeping any time soon?” Steve shakes his head in response. “Then let’s at least get you some food to help you think.” You start to get off of his lap but he pulls you close to him, hugging you in place. “Steve, we’re going to be okay,” you coo between kisses along his jugular. “I’ve been sitting in this chair all day and I need to move. And get something to eat.”

He relaxes a little and lets you get up, but you make sure to not let go of his hand. Even when you’re both in the kitchen and cooking up a little something you’re making sure to touch him. Letting him hug you from behind while you’re working. Letting him know you’re still there and you’re okay. You know it’s the only thing that’ll keep him from going out and maybe getting himself killed. He needs a cool head and you can help with that. 

You’re both startled to alertness by Bucky running into the room. “Hansen is dead. Everett got him!”

“What’s the update on his co-conspirators?”

“Scattered to the winds,” Bucky confirms. “The other families have even agreed not to protect them. If they’re found, they’re delivered to us.” 

You feel Steve legitimately relax for the first time since he picked you up from your apartment. He talks to Bucky for a bit about the finer details of the aftermath; getting Ransom’s cover story for what happened, following up on the hacker who helped Lloyd, getting all of the Family members back safely. 

By the time he and Bucky are done, Steve is beyond exhausted. All he wants right now is to curl up in bed with you and hold you. So when you ask him if you should grab your suitcase to head back home, he nearly growls at you, “you’re not going anywhere.” He takes you into his bedroom and throws you down on the mattress before crawling over to you, wrapping you in his arms, and pinning you to his chest. “Mine,” he grunts as he takes in the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin, the sound of your chuckles. 

“I’m definitely yours,” you assure. “We’ll see about me going home later.”

“You are home,” he asserts. “Can’t be without you. Sleep better, feel better, eat better.” He kisses you with each item he says, adding weight to his words. 

“Are you actually asking me to move in with you,” your voice barely a whisper from his kisses taking your breath away. “Or are you just in a mood?”

“Hummingbird, you’re moving in with me,” he insisted. “Either that or I’m moving in with you. I’m not going another night without you in my bed.” He starts removing your clothing, “I need you. Need you with me every day.” He’s stripped you down to your panties, his eyes darkening at your form. “Please,” he pleaded. “Please move in with me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe. “I’ve just been waiting for you to actually ask.” 

“Let me apologize for taking so long to do so,” he says before he kisses down your front, his beard scratching your skin in just the right way, making you moan. 

He rips your panties off and wraps his lips around your clit, making you gasp and arch your back. His tongue moves from your clit to your dripping pussy before his strong arms grab your hips and he rolls so that you’re sitting firmly on his face. You grab Steve’s hair to help you ground yourself as you cry out from surprise and pleasure. 

Steve knows exactly how to play you to get you to cum so he does other things, wanting to prolong your pleasure, wanting you to drown him in your juices. And he will get what he wants. Every time you try to move your hips or drag yourself away, he grips your hips harder, not letting you even wiggle away from where he has you. 

“Oh, Steve, I’m so close,” you whimper. He smacks your ass hard and you’re quick to correct yourself, “Sir, I’m so close, Sir. Please, please let me cum!” He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, his sign that you had permission, before he hits all the spots he knows you need him to. He’s rewarded with your shouts of pleasure and a rush of slick. He doesn’t stop. Even after you’ve recovered from your first orgasm. Even when you’re begging him to slow down. He keeps at it until you’re cumming again. 

You’re whimpering from exhaustion and over-stimulation, “please, Sir. Please, can’t stay sitting up.” He spins you both so you’re laying on your back and he finally lifts his lips from you, his beard drenched, his eyes full of hunger.

“Tired out already, Hummingbird,” he chides. “Definitely need to have you here every night. Build up your endurance.” He rolls you over onto your stomach and gives your ass hard smack, making you cry out with pleasure. “Keep you with me, claim this pussy every damn day,” he says with another spanking. 

“More, please, Sir,” you cry out. “Please smack my ass again, Sir!”

He happily obliges, “can’t take more of my tongue in your cunt but you never get enough of my hands on you, do you?”

“No, Sir. Always need more of your touch.”

“Good girl,” he says with another smack to your butt-cheek. 

“Thank you, Sir!”

“I’m gonna claim that pretty little mouth of yours now,” he growls as he pulls you to your knees on the floor, making sure you land on a pillow he’d placed down there. Your mouth salivates as he undoes his belt and zipper before pulling out his cock. You open your mouth for him and put your hands on his thighs so you can signal if you need him to stop or slow down. 

He shoves his length into your mouth with a groan. You’ve done this enough times that you don’t need as much of a warm up but he’s still careful to not overdo it on the first few thrusts. You eagerly take every inch you can, moaning around his girth as he picks up the pace. By the time he’s grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to take every inch, you’re a crying mess and loving every second of it. 

Steve gets rougher as he gets closer to his own release. He grunts, “looking so fucking beautiful like this. Gonna ruin your holes every day and you’re gonna thank me for it.” You moan at his words and he slows down just a little, “play with your clit, Hummingbird. I know you’re soaked from this.”

He was right, you could feel yourself leaking down your thighs. You quickly start playing with yourself and you’re already so close to cumming. 

“That’s it, cum for me,” Steve groans. “Need to hear you cum before I spill down your throat.” At his command your orgasm takes over and you moan and whine around his cock which pushes him over the edge. Your pleasure grows with the feeling of his seed down your throat and you make sure to lick up every drop. 

Steve pulls out of your mouth and helps you get into the bed. After some gentle kisses and some settling of nerves he goes into full aftercare mode. He makes sure to worship you as he cleans you up, massages and cuddles you. As you fall asleep in his arms he thinks about the ring he has hidden away in his closet.

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Radiant Recruitment (Valorant X Reader Part 3 // MISSION)

Name: Y/N 

Class: Radiant

Callsign - Nomad

A few weeks had passed since you had been recruited by Valorant to help with the interdimensional attacks.  Your power over radiant energy was stronger, and you had even mastered shifting into energy.  An alert went out to all the agents and you were sent on your first mission.

(GIF from Infamous: Second Son)

Omen

Lotus was a beautiful temple, devoted to ancient beings and immersed in their mystery

Sadly, you couldn’t take time to marvel at the stone carvings, as you were pinned by a barrage of lead

The shots grew closer and louder, each one destroying more of the stone wall you hid behind

You were stuck in the hall to Site C, and backing further towards the waterfall embedded in the wall

Pure shadows formed into a large orb between you and the shooter.  As the orb encircled you, a shape twisted out of the space behind you

“You cannot be alone Y/N, it is too dangerous.”  Omen scolded while pulling an Operator from his back

“I have you as backup, I’ll be fine.” you reassured, placing a hand on Omen’s hood to readjust it

“Take this,” he placed a Sheriff in your hand, “we will not let them win.”

Taking advantage of your cover, you slid into the shadow and waited.  The barrel of an Ares poked in and an agent stepped through

Grabbing the gun quickly, you disarmed the agent as they tried to fire the gun in response.  You pulled them into the smoke and shot twice

Breach’s double slumped to the ground with a heavy crash, the Ares still in your hands.  You decided to take it as to even the odds

“That was, impressive Y/N.”  If Omen could still smile, you guessed one would be spread across his face

Making your way through the temple, you and Omen moved stealthily while getting closer to the Spike

Walking into the amphitheater in B Site, you checked for any sign of movement before stepping inside

Immediately an Alarm Bot exploded towards you, and Omen quickly threw himself in front to take the hit.  He stumbled back while an automated turret blinked to life

“I did not see them Y/N, they were waiting in ambush.”  

“I’ll handle their toys Omen, just wait here.” you whispered before activating your abilities

You dashed in and tossed a pulsing ball of energy into the air

Solid energy slammed down onto the turret, pulsing into it and expanding outward.  Pieces of scrap littered the room 

Before you could take another step, a Nanoswarm erupted at your feet and you hopped back.  Knowing that Killjoy was likely biding her time, you decided to call in help

“Omen!  Teleport across here and start firing!  Trust me!” you yelled to the phantasmal agent

Smoke began to form on the raised platform in B Site as you charged through the swarm.  Spotting Killjoy training her gun at Omen’s teleport, you shot before she could

Omen reformed as Killjoy fell, looking on in silence.  He nodded to you before continuing forward

“Y/N, you are injured from the trap.  Are you in any pain?” he pointed to the scratches and scoring along your legs

“I'll be fine, but I appreciate you asking.”

Arriving near A Site, you made your way to the stairs and put a hand onto the wall.  Omen watched and curiously approached

“This wall leads directly into where they have the Spike, but they’ll see me if I come through.”  You looked over to Omen.  “Mind putting shadows behind this wall?”

“I’ll do one better Y/N,” Omen sent a wisp of shade through the wall and another towards the entrance to A

“They will flee in terror when we strike Y/N.” Omen’s rage was barely restrained.  You phased into the wall and fell through into a waiting cradle of darkness

Omen’s Operator let a round spiral through the air.  The sound signaled you to leap from the shadows

You crawled out from the clinging darkness and readied your Ares.  Bracing for the knockback, you steadied your legs and pulled the trigger

A torrent of bullets screamed from the barrel.  Each round cracked brick, scattered stone, and crashed into the temple

Caught between the onslaught was Yoru, who reacted quickly and teleported away.  You heard him appear somewhere close to the site and waited

Yoru walked out from a corner and began sprinting towards you

Realizing it was a clone, you shot it’s head then moved back into the darkness Omen provided and repositioned

Yoru had swung the corner in an attempt to counterattack but met his end through your Sheriff

The Spike was located at the ascender.  Running towards it with a defuser ready, you came face to face with, yourself

Your mirror jumped from the ascender, kicking you down and causing you to fall onto the gravel.  A Shorty was pointed in your face by a smirking double

“You really are quite the disappointment.  Seeing you like this, it’s kind of sad that I thought we might be similar.”

Your mirror kicked you in your chest and sent you away from the Spike.  They readied a shell in their Shorty

“This is pathetic to see.  I’d feel bad for you, but I doubt it would make a difference.  I’m going to enjoy ending your poor little existence.”

As your mirror gloated, your eyes caught movement appearing behind them.  Pebbles began to shift as your mirror’s shadow grew longer

“I was hoping for more of a fight.  Any last words?” your clone taunted

“Behind you.” Omen whispered as he finished forming behind them

Spirals of darkness tore through the air and twisted into your double.  Omen’s Paranoia blinded them while you rose to your feet and shot the mirror

“Thanks for the save Omen, I wouldn’t be here without you.” you smiled at him as you finished defusing the Spike

“I was only doing my part Y/N.  But I do appreciate your gratitude.”

“Oh I haven’t finished thanking you yet Omen.  I can do better than just a simple ‘thanks’ you know.”

Omen turned his head towards you in confusion

“You and I are going to take a day off.  We should go somewhere and rest up.”

“But my condition-”

“That’s why you should pick!  Where do you want to go Omen?”

“... I would like to visit the forests near here.  It is innocuous and beautiful, and we can spend time together Y/N.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea!” you replied

Chamber

Fracture may have been abandoned, but it was never forgotten

Chamber was visibly uncomfortable as you and him entered the ruins and began your sweep

“Is there something wrong?” you asked, checking over your Vandal one more time before looking over to Chamber

“Non, it’s nothing.  I find myself distracted by other affairs, but I have plenty to concentrate on here.”

You playfully batted him in the arm and stepped forward into the moss covered ruins of Fracture

Before you could take the stairs upwards, a bullet missed your forehead by a single hair.  Over at the site, you heard the sound of footsteps and Spike being planted

You and Chamber reflexively took cover behind a wall.  You began to gather radiant power in your hands.  Chamber unholstered a Headhunter

The sound of Chamber’s Trademark came from behind, and he swung around and landed a shot right into an enemy Reyna

She had been lurking in the underside of the Spike site, and could have killed you 

“For that I think you owe me a date Y/N.!” he took aim at the stairs while you began to run towards the site

Breach’s double lept out to open fire but was promptly shot by Chamber.  You were almost up the stairs but wall of jade erupted, blocking your path

A grenade flew over the wall and burst open, explosive shells showering you momentarily

Chamber grabbed you and rolled, keeping you from harm

“We don’t have much time, we have to rotate Y/N.”  Chamber dusted himself off while helping you up, taking a Rendezvous card from his pocket

“No, I can phase through the wall and defuse it.”

“Y/N, there’s at least 3 agents over there.  C’est impossible!”  Chamber warned as you embraced him for the last time

He grabbed both of your hands, and you could feel the metal card contrast against his warm palms

Raze bounced over the wall and Chamber twisted and shot her mid air.  You took your moment and transformed into pure energy

Dashing through the wall, you slammed the ground and a wave of force sent the enemy Sage upwards

You shot her before moving to the Spike, which had been hidden behind a crate

“I always wondered what my mirror would look like.” a voice came from behind you, and instantly you were on the ground with a bullet wound

Turning around, you came face to face with yourself.  It was uncanny and the Phantom being pointed at you made it even more frightening

“I know mirror implies an exact copy, but I thought you’d at least be a little different.  Oh well…” your clone mused

You felt around for your Vandal, but your double kicked it away.  You reached for a side arm but felt nothing, save for Chamber’s card

“Don’t squirm, I don’t want to waste any shots on you.” your mirror spoke

“My, two of Y/N.  I must be the luckiest man in the world.”  Chamber joked as he teleported in, Tour de Force ready

Earlier as Chamber held your hand, you had taken the card.  It had been activated when your double had been gloating 

“NO!” your mirror screamed as Chamber’s gun punched a hole through their sternum.  You quickly defused the Spike and rested once it stopped

“Y/N, that’s 3 times I saved you.  I think that earns me something, no?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner, and don’t worry I know an excellent place in Paris.  My treat of course.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Iso

Most missions with Iso were easy, mainly because you and him worked so well together

This one was an exception, as the Omega Protocol had decided to launch a Spike attack in a metro station

You and Iso were the only ones that snuck in.  You had used the abandoned tunnels to get in and start your counterattack

“Baochi zhending Y/N, we can’t afford distractions.” Iso loaded bullets into a Sheriff and you followed suit

“But you’re going to listen to music like usual?” you pointed at his earbuds

“It isn’t distracting, it gets me to focus.  I can send you some recommendations when we’re done.” Iso began strolling towards the platform

When you both reached the stairwell, Iso activated Double Tap while motioning for you to make your own move

Particles of radiant power erupted under the stairs and flowed outward near the top.  Suddenly a rival Phoenix sent a flash around the corner, blinding you

Two shots echoed, and as your eyes cleared Iso stood before you covered in a shimmering coat of radianite

“Let’s take care of them.  I’ll take the lead from here.” he raised his Sheriff and made his way up the stairs

Entering the platform, you could hear the Spike counting down farther in the hall.  Carefully, you navigated kiosks and stalls searching for movement

A single shadow moved behind you, and you turned to face an Omen appearing.  You rolled and shot, a direct hit to center mass

Iso’s training had paid off, you’d have to thank him for the lessons later

A sniper bullet harmlessly bounced off his head, a purple flash showing the Double Tap had worn off

Blazing forward, you came face to face with Sova.  He tried to shoot once more but you grabbed his Operator and punched him with a radiant fist

“Y/N, I can see they have the Spike here.  It’s down on that platform.” Iso pointed to a flight of stairs leading down to the tunnels

“I can enter and defuse, but you’re going to have to cover me Iso.”

“Don’t worry,” Iso readied a wall of radianite, “they won’t touch either of us.” 

The wall launched forwards with you behind, and bullets rattled against it.  Each shot leaving ripples in the structure

You darted left, then shot at the first person you saw.  An enemy Yoru fell while you shifted into radiant energy

Springing from your hiding spot, you phased through an enemy Deadlock’s wires towards their source

You sank your fist into her chin before moving onto the Spike.  Your form shifted back and you readied the defuser

“So this is my mirror, strange.” a voice came from the shadows

Your own double stepped out from a pillar and took aim with their own Sheriff.  In their eyes was an unnerving coldness

“Well it’s not worth considering anyway.” they spoke as they began to pull the trigger

Instantly your mirror was surrounded by a grid of hexagons and was pulled into the floor.  Iso had used Kill Contract on your double

You finished defusing the Spike but soon after, violet sparks appeared in front of you and someone exited the domain

“Na hen jianden.  I guess that version of you didn’t train enough.”  Iso straightened out his hoodie 

“I suppose so.  Speaking of that, are we still on for training later?”

Iso looked over at with a raised eyebrow 

“You want to actually train, after all of this?  I’m amazed that you still have energy for that.”

“I don’t really mind training at the range.  It’s like you said, there's something relaxing about taking time and aiming.”

“True, but I am going to be making a hotpot for dinner later and I’d like you to come by and taste it.”

“In that case we should probably skip going to the range, I can rest up over dinner with you then.”

“We’ll hit the range afterwards, but for now we should rest up.  You did excellent work Y/N, that deserves something.”

Gekko

“Vaya Y/N, up here!”  Gekko alerted you while reaching a hand from an industrial vent.  He gripped your hand and pulled you in

The Kingdom facility in LA was already destroyed but a few more had popped up nearby.  Gekko and you were sent in to see what was happening

“Mira Y/N, there’s guards laying everywhere.  We should take a look.”  Gekko peered through the grate before kicking it out and dropping the to the floor

“They’ve all been shot,” you took out a Phantom and switched the safety off, “do you think it could be-”

Gekko tackled you to the ground as knives flew at you.  Jett’s double floated above the ground and got ready for another volley

You reached a hand forward and sent a crackling ball of plasma towards her.  It zapped through the air and impacted against her

Gekko slid the action back on a Ghost, and finished her off with a single shot

“Ay mierda, of course these putas are here.  They probably have a Spike too, we should move.” Gekko summoned Dizzy and held her close

You followed the halls around while trying to listen for a Spike.  The noise grew as you got closer to the center

A ball of poison enveloped you and Gekko.  He fell back and tossed Dizzy forward and you followed her

You eased along the wall, then listened for Dizzy to shoot.  You caught Viper wiping goo off her eyes and shot

Gekko grabbed Dizzy and put her back, then looked ahead with a sudden shock

You saw that the Spike was placed on an upper floor with only one set of stairs leading upwards.  There was only one way forward, and you had to attack directly

“I’ll cover you with Thrash and then you can do the rest.  Vamos Y/N!” Gekko guided Thrash forward while you charged alongside her

The creature impacted at the top of the stairs, disabling a waiting Killjoy and Cypher.  Your shots connected to the vulnerable agents and you called Gekko up

“Nice job!  We’re unstoppable right?” Gekko celebrated as he made his way to the Spike.  On his shoulder was a smaller Wingman he was petting

“Y/N!” he yelled as a bolt of plasma hit him square in the chest and sent him over the handrails.  The Wingman had grown and was barely holding onto Gekko

“You got too confident, you shouldn’t be so quick to call victory.” your own voice spoke to you

Your double held a Vandal and sneered at your disadvantage.  The Phantom wasn’t aimed, and any move would get you shot

“I guess I shouldn’t either, I’m going to finish this and then move on to Gekko once I’m done.  Sorry.”

The sound of a Spike being defused caught your mirror off guard, and their eyes shifted over

Wingman was defusing the Spike, but Gekko was nowhere to be seen.  Your double aimed at Wingman but you hit them with a quick jab 

The Spike was finished and Wingman jumped at your double, slamming them off the floor and chittering angrily as they fell

“Calma Wings, I think we’re good.” Gekko pulled himself up from the edge and you helped grab his arm

He tumbled into you.  You both lay on the floor, tired from the adrenaline

“We should probably get out of here before the cops arrive and Kingdom gets wind of this.”

“That’s a good point,” you sat up and started to rise to your feet, “where should we lie low?”

“I know this awesome taqueria a few minutes from here.  It’s 100% authentic too, the entire menu is in Spanish.”

“Can you translate it then?”

“Por supuesto Y/N!  I’ll even pay too, it’s my idea.”

Viper

Inside the frigid cold of the American Northwoods, you and Viper had decided to follow up on rumors about a Kingdom research facility

Viper had found the location from old contacts she had, and you came to help as back up

Your ability to phase through matter proved useful, as it gave you and Viper easy access to the building

Walking carefully to avoid the cameras, you and her made your way into the lower levels 

“Stop Y/N,” Viper paused and put her back to the wall, “I hear something around the corner.  Stay close to me and follow.”

“Understood.” you took your Ghost and crept behind Viper as she turned around the corner and froze

“Shit.” Viper gazed over the railing towards a collection of machines, pipes, and consoles below.  Across the room was a group of 3, all mirror agents, setting a Spike

Viper dropped down with you, then launched the Toxic Screen from her arm.  The pieces rained down along the industrial maze

She turned the mists on and got her weapons out.  She carried with her a Phantom and Ghost

You took point and moved along a large pipe, keeping your head below it to stay in cover.  A part where the toxins blocked the route appeared

Sounds of machinery revving and spinning along the ground grabbed your attention.  A Boombot raced out of the toxins towards you

Before it could explode, Viper shot it and signaled to charge into the toxins.  Your radiance gathered into the tips of your fingers

A volley of plasma rushed through the toxins and incinerated the path forward.  Following behind, you peeked the corner and shot as you left cover

An enemy Raze fell to the floor with a primed grenade clattering from her hand.  The explosion sent you backwards into some pipes

Gekko’s mirror came running towards you with a shotgun

Green smoke cut his vision, and in a second you had disappeared from your spot and had a Ghost to his back.  You pulled the trigger

Once more you channeled your power, and began to transform into energy.  Moving through walls and pipes, you arrived at the Spike

Buckshot hit your back and you tumbled to the floor in a daze.  You felt the barrel of a gun touch the back of your head

“I never really thought I’d see my mirror up close.  It’s so weird.” you heard your own voice muse

Whipping around with your Ghost, you brought the barrel up to your own double.  They rolled and kept you in a standoff with their own gun

“Even if you shoot me, you’ll be too weak to defuse the Spike.  Why not just give up now?” your clone taunted you while training their Specter on you

“I don’t need to shoot you, I just need to defuse the Spike then?” a smile crept onto your face

“That’s not going to happen,” your mirror’s eyes narrowed, “you aren’t getting out of here alive.”

“Neither are you.” Viper growled, stepping from a shadow and firing at your doppelganger.  A Toxin Orb flooded the space with mists

They fled into the facility, and away from you.  Quickly, you reached the Spike and defused it as quickly as possible

As it settled, the cloud of toxins dropped around you.  Viper strolled up to you, then eyed the Spike

“Good job Y/N.” 

“I took out 3 agents and defused the Spike.  It was more than a good job!” you retorted

“Is that so?  You did well, but you needed my help in the end.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against a support pillar

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N,” Viper picked up the Spike and shoved it into your hands

“We did our jobs Y/N, that’s enough for a day.” 

“It’s worth a day off at least.”

“Could’ve been worth dinner, if you hadn’t needed a rescue at the end.”

“Then I’ll pay this time,” you began to walk out with Viper, “where are we dining?”

“Somewhere with a good wine list, and of course we’ll have to dress up.  I assume you have fine clothes Y/N.”

“I have something tucked away for special occasions.” you winked over at Viper

“I can’t wait to see it then, Y/N.”

Neon

“Ughh, these guys are such a pain to deal with, right Y/N.” Neon shouted while pressing her back to a wall

“I agree, but can we talk after we send them packing?” you yelled back from behind a crate.  You took another magazine and tossed it to Neon

“Please Y/N, you and I don’t need to worry about anything.” Neon loaded the mag into her Bulldog

“On 3?” you signaled

“Yeah,” Neon nodded to you, “3!” 

She threw up a wall of energy and dashed in.  You followed suite and chased in with your Stinger

The Spike was already beeping away.  The Omega agents had set up in a market near a waterfront

Stalls full of produce, fish, and baubles had been abandoned by their owners.  Bridges crossed the waterfront and connected the market

You and Neon were fighting near a warehouse and were making your way over one of the concrete bridges to the Spike

Neon and you ran inside the cover she made before shots ripped through the wall.  You both hid behind a cart filled with bottles

The walls began to fade out and you glanced over to some of the bottles that had fallen out.  You spotted Iso’s double through the reflection

“Neon, shockwave on the cart!” you ordered.  Arcs of electricity jumped from her arms to the cart, then into the ground

You turned and fired at a stunned Iso, his arm jerking as tried to shoot.  He hit the ground with a heavy thud

“Y/N, I can see the Spike!  It’s across here near that statue!” Neon pointed to the Spike while getting ready to sprint

A rumble came from underneath the bridge.  Suddenly it began to split apart and both sides started to rise up

“It’s one that let’s ships through.  Dammit, they must’ve hacked the controls!” you slammed your fists against the cart in anger

“Nah, I don’t think it’s a problem Y/N,” Neon began to grin, “I have an idea.”

“What were you- Hey!” you were surprised when she grabbed you and hoisted you over her shoulder

“Hold on Y/N!” Neon took off down the street as the bridge continued to raise.  Wind flew by your face while cars blurred around you

Her speed carried you and her upwards, and in one great stride she cleared the gap between the halves

“Kumusta ka Y/N?  Are you still with me?” 

You breathed a sigh of relief and slid off of her back.  You shakily got to your feet and started to move forward with Neon

“I’m good, but don’t do that again please.” you groaned

A wave crashed forward from the sea below and swept Neon away.  Gold spirals and floating bits of surf animated the wave as Neon was pushed into the ocean

You moved quickly to target Harbor, shooting him down.  You ran to the coast but a round of buckshot almost sent you over the edge

While holding on, a familiar face, your face, stepped into view.  Your mirror looked down at you dispassionately

“I expected a lot more from my double.” your clone racked another shell in their Bucky and aimed downward

“This is probably freaking you out and all, but honestly,” they moved their finger to the trigger, “who even cares?”

It was almost hopeless, Neon couldn’t fire electricity with saltwater around and you couldn’t really attack from your position

One of your hands slipped and your grip tightened in response.  Particles gathered around all of your hands as a reflex  

Your double let out a sadistic laugh

“You haven’t won yet, so I wouldn’t celebrate too early.” you gritted your teeth and more energy gathered around your free hand

“Let’s fix that then.” your double pulled the trigger and you loosened your grip and fell

You dove into the water and swam straight down.  The unstable particles in your fist made contact with the sand 

A geyser sent you upwards to a surprised mirror.  They quickly aimed another shot at you 

Bolts of lightning hit them, and they fell to the ground in jerking spasms.  Neon had grabbed your hand and rode up with you

“Salamat Y/N!”  Neon quickly sped to the Spike with a defuser in hand

You arrived just as she finished defusing it.  Taking a moment to relax, you took a seat from a stall and exhaled deeply

“That was a lot.” you looked over at Neon while she picked up the Spike

“I agree, but it was kind of fun right?  When we went over the bridge, that was awesome!”

“It was scary, but I’m glad we made it out in one piece.” you caught Neon staring at a food stall

“Hungry?”

“Y/N, you have no idea,” she stretched her legs, “I could eat everything here.”

“Well let’s find a place nearby,” you suggested.  Neon’s eyes filled with anticipation

“I saw this one spot with a ton of rice dishes that smelled amazing a few kilometers away.  We should check it out!”

“Yeah, but let’s shower off a bit because both of us are covered in seawater and grime.”

“Sure, but when we’re done I’m racing you to the place.  Loser buys the food.” Neon smiled at you with sparks in her eyes

“You’re on.”

Cypher

Bind had never been a particularly important location to you, but the stories that Cypher had told you made you much more driven to root out Kingdom’s presence

Currently, you and Cypher were on an assignment to steal data from Kingdom and find more radianite refineries

You and him finished downloading employee names.  Herrera, Johnson, and Kimura flashed across the screen

“They’ll have nowhere to hide now, eh Y/N?”

“Serves them right for destroying this place in the name of profit.”

“Of course,” Cypher opened a feed to his camera.  He froze, looking closer and then taking out a Vandal

“We have visitors, and they seem to have a Spike with them.  Let’s not let them take more from my city.”  Cypher used his camera to mark one of the agents

“Y/N, take them out and I’ll advise through my cameras.”  

You grabbed a Vandal from your sling, and stepped out to the battlefield.  Sneaking along the wall, you stalked the outline of the agent before it stopped transmitting

“They removed my dart, not that it matters at this point.” Cypher whispered through your radio

Sparks of energy flooded your palm and bonded into a mass of burning plasma.  You tossed it over the wall and listened to it explode

You moved quickly through the archway and felt melted glass crunch under your boots.  Eyes darting around, you checked for enemies and caught the reflection of something gold

You spun around and fired before Chamber’s mirror could pull the trigger on his headhunter

“Nice work Y/N.  Chamber can take his secrets to the grave.” Cypher praised using your earpiece

“Can you give me information on who else is here?” you asked while moving through to the hookah bar

A sudden tripwire alarm cut through your radio and you dove to cover before bullets hit the ground to your right

The three shots from your Vandal dropped Neon’s double that had gotten caught by one of Cypher’s traps

“I knew someone would fall for that.  Thanks for cleaning them up.” Cypher’s tone was calm despite your beating heart

“Just letting you know, I can see one other agent on site with the Spike.  Looks like Sage to me.” 

“Understood, moving towards the Spike.  Thanks for the advice.” you spoke while beginning to phase through the wall 

Arriving onto the site, you could see the Spike and nearby Sage had a rifle trained on hookah’s entrance

Quickly, you moved around the metal shelter and fired a round into Sage.  Running over to the Spike, you began to defuse

Immediately, you felt pain arc through your leg and collapsed to the ground.  You reeled on the ground but tried to move over to the Spike before another shot rang out 

“Cypher!  There’s someone else here, they-” the radio went silent as someone began emerging from the from the shadows

“My, it seems like my mirror doesn’t measure up to the real thing.” your double spoke while loading another round into their Marshall

“I wonder where the next shot is going to come from.” the mirror taunted while moving out of your sight

You crawled into the shelter to defend yourself and slumped against the wall.  You could shoot through it but the Spike would finish you off if you couldn’t defuse it

“If you weren’t such a disappointment, you may have actually been fun to fight.  Instead you crawled into a metal coffin to die.” your double’s voice echoed around you

A round from an Operator fired through the wall of the shelter, clearly meant to show your mirror had upgraded

“Don’t worry Y/N, I have you covered.” Cypher’s message cut through the radio static

Suddenly your mirror was highlighted through the wall, and you fired right for their head.  You watched them drop through the bullet holes

Sounds of the Spike defusing relaxed you as Cypher approached your hiding place

“How did you-”

“Chamber’s corpse.  I used Neural Theft to scan for your adversary.  I knew if I helped you just a little you could triumph.”

“Thank you Cypher,” you struggled to get to your feet and Cypher knelt down.  Cradling you in his arm, he carried you out of the shelter

“Y/N, you don’t have to thank me.  You would’ve done the same for me, but if you wanted to show some gratitude then I have something in mind.”

“Which is?”

“I know a wonderful restaurant we can eat at when your leg has been healed.  Does later tonight work?”

“Definitely!  I can’t wait!” you exclaimed while holding Cypher a bit tighter

Fade 

Stakeouts were usually quite boring, but not this assignment

While watching a shipment of Radianite moving from the Mediterranean to the Black Sea, you and Fade had been sent back to Istanbul to monitor for attacks while it docked

Now you and her were fighting a team of agents hijacking the boat at dawn.  You and her hid in the shadow of the boat while moving into the cargo hold

“Y/N, wait.” Fade commanded while reaching for her Ghost.  “Before we enter, we need to-” 

The sound of a Spike being planted sent fear rattling down your spine.  Fade looked over as if sensing your worry

“Don’t let it control you Y/N.  I need you to stay calm and fight alongside me.” Fade placed a hand on your shoulder

“I’ll be alright, just tell me where to shoot.”

Fade smiled and gathered a mass of writhing shadows in her hands.  Lobbing the bundle deeper into the ship, it rose up like smoke with two piercing eyes 

“Go Y/N, öldür onları!”

Dashing across the water and into the cargo hold, you saw two agents hiding amongst the crates and pillars.  They were highlighted against the shadows and industrial lights

You were against Omen and Reyna.  Orbs of pure shadow appeared throughout the room while the click of metal boots echoed through the space

Gathering energy into your hands, you compressed it into form and strained to hold it in your fist.  You waited for them to make the first move

Reyna’s Leer appeared in front of you, sending you to the nearest cover to break line of sight.  You narrowly avoided a spray of metal before hiding behind a girder

To slow down her assault, you let loose a volley of energy and fired back to suppress the attack.  A stray bullet hitting a light gave you an idea

Taking a moment, you shot every light you could see and repositioned.  Waiting in the dark, you stopped your radiance momentarily to blend in

Firing a small wave of bright particles away from your spot, you watched as muzzle flashes from the other side tracked the decoy

Shooting quickly, you managed to hit Reyna and took a second to aim for Omen.  When you had him in your crosshair he was already teleporting away

“Damn it.” you whispered while keeping low to the ground and peeking for any sign of Omen

Something behind you moved and you shot

A rat scampered out from a nearby barrel and dove into a vent for safety

Instantly, you swung to the side to avoid a knife aimed for your neck.  Moving back, you could barely see Omen against the darkness

A knife fight against him would be impossible, especially in the dark where he could freely attack

“I can feel you getting nervous Y/N.”  Fade yelled from across the cargo hold.  “Don’t let him intimidate you!”

Fade was right, and in a moment of pure calm you developed a plan.  Radiance flooded your body but instead of letting it take you completely you held onto your physical body

Bright light surrounded you, and suddenly the trails of shadow coming from Omen while he shifted around 

“Fade, do you see where he is?”

“Evet Y/N!  He’s to the right!”

You shot at Omen and hit him directly while he lunged with his knife.  The weapon clattered to the steel floor of the hold

“It was smart to create your own light Y/N.  We still have more to do though.  Gidelem Y/N.”  Fade pointed to a latter leading to the upper deck

You climbed ahead of her and caught a glimpse of the morning sunrise.  It was a deep orange with rose colored clouds

Hiding near a cargo crate, you spotted the Spike in the middle of the ship.  It seemed to be unguarded, but there were plenty of places for someone to hide

“I’ll flush them out with Prowlers.  Tamam Y/N?” 

“Got it Fade, ready when you are.”

Two bestial creatures oozed out of dark miasma near Fade’s arms, low growls rumbling from their tensed jaws

Darting towards the Spike, the spectral hunters split and began searching the nearby tarp-covered barrels and crates.  A roar sounded with accompanying gunshots after

You moved in towards the Spike while the assailant fought off the Prowlers.  Fade crept behind and broke away to secure the area

Stepping closer, a slight resistance met your shin.  In an instant your legs were tangled in one of Cypher’s traps

Knowing he would attack someone caught in one of his wires, you made a plan with what you had around you.  A barrel leaking oil gave you an idea as you shot the trap 

Freeing yourself, you fired at the oil barrel and dove into the spill.  Sliding along the floor, you aimed and shot Cypher from a low angle

Able to defuse the Spike, you made your way to the device ready to end the battle

That’s when you locked eyes with a familiar face

“It must be unnerving to see your reflection like this.  Well only for you, I’m not too worried about it considering you’ll be dead in the next minute.” your mirror spoke

You narrowed your eyes and took aim at the doppelganger, but around you something began to move about

Kingdom’s security appeared, filling the top deck with armed guards in flak armor.  They barked orders at you and your mirror, oblivious to the volatile Spike

Your double merely smiled and leaned against a crate, unfazed by the development while reveling in their victory

One of the guards training a pistol on you took a step closer, then froze.  Through her face mask you could see her pupil dilate before she fell onto the ground hyperventilating

Darkness and the vague forms of monstrous beings crept over the deck like a growing shadow.  Each guard ran or collapsed screaming in terror

Your mirror’s eyes filled with darkness, causing them to flee by jumping from the boat

“Dinlenmek Y/N, it’s over.” Fade stepped over to you.  Trails of fear gathered at her feet and pulsed with every step

“Thanks for the help, it was looking helpless back there.”

“Rica ederim, it was nothing.” Fade finished defusing the Spike while ambivalent to the chaos around her

“Fade, we should probably get out of here before these guards get their vision back right?  Don’t you have a safehouse nearby?”

“Evet, but I know a better spot.  It’s a cafe in Maltepe, we can wait there for a bit.”

“I guess I could eat something after this,” you picked the Spike up, “what food do they have?”

“Simit, kahvalti, menemen.  The usual kinds of breakfasts, and any of them will taste good.”

“That sounds wonderful!  I can’t wait to try them.”

Deadlock

Snow lazily drifted down onto you and your winter jacket.  The cold night you had spent at Icebox was peaceful until you heard the sound of a Spike

Ice crunched under you as you walked carefully towards the office area and listened for movement

Behind you, a sound startled you and you aimed your Guardian at the source

“Vent rolig ned Y/N!” Deadlock hissed while putting her arms up.  “It’s only me, I came as soon as I heard the Spike.”

“You scared me, I thought you were one of the Omega agents.  Sorry about almost firing.” 

“Think nothing of it, it was only a reflex.  We need to make our way towards the Spike, la oss gå.” Deadlock unholstered a Vandal and pointed to the corridor into the offices

Sneaking towards it, you and Deadlock kept a sharp eye for any sort of movement.  Deadlock raised her hand and ordered a halt

“I don’t like this, it looks too easy to walk up there.  Hold on Y/N.” Deadlock tossed a Sonic Sensor onto the entryway of the corridor

“Y/N, I’ll go towards the back through the cargo yard.  You follow me and cut through the offices, we’ll clear them as we work our way into the site.”

“That sounds like a good plan, let’s go.” you said while taking a deep breath and tightening your grip on your Vandal

Stepping closer to Deadlock, you followed her lead through your new path.  She tensed and pushed you out of the way

A round pierced the snow behind you, leaving a sizable hole in the ground.  Ducking into the nearest cubby, you spotted Deadlock doing the same across from you

Realizing that the shooter had to have fired from a higher vantage point, you guessed they had to be shooting from behind the slope near Mid Broiler

You made sparks shoot from your hands before engulfing it in energy.  Deadlock saw your plan and fired suppressive shots blindly at the sniper

Twisting out of cover, you threw a fistful of explosive energy towards the broiler and moved in while it rained fire

Moving around the corner towards the sniper, you spotted Jett’s double watching plasma cook the steel around it

You shot quickly, narrowly avoiding her retaliation before overwhelming her with bullets.  She fell into the snow lifelessly

“That was a clever move Y/N.  Flott jobb.” Deadlock saluted you before the sound of the Sonic Sensor exploding drew her attention

Deadlock and you aimed towards the disturbance before a smoke blocked your vision.  It was a dull brown and had fallen out of the sky

“Helvete, they want us to fight here.  Make your way to the Spike,” Deadlock placed her Nanowire Wall into the smoke.  

“Let them come for us, I won’t lose here.” She punctuated by loading a round into her Classic

Moving up the stairs towards the Kitchen, you got ready to sneak around to the site.  A wall of fire blocked your steps

From the opening to Mid Blue, Phoenix shot through at you with his own rifle while moving forward.  You had high ground but were trapped by flames

He moved under Tube and closer to you, keeping you from running via suppressing fire

You couldn’t go forward without burning, nor try your luck outside without being shot.  Using the adrenaline you made a quick assessment of the surrounding kitchen

A plan formed in your head, and you readied your Vandal while moving to the side of the opening 

Phoenix’s Curveball swung through the entry and popped, blinding light filling the kitchen.  Your eyes averted, but saw a ball of fire land into the room 

A sneaker wreathed in flames stepped into the room.  Phoenix was engulfed in fire, and confident where he stood

Shooting your target, you knew you already had Phoenix beaten.  The sink exploded open and a pipe burst open

Water sprayed Phoenix down, and in his shock he didn’t catch you swinging out and finishing him off

Knowing you had little time left, you ran towards the Spike and hopped down from the hallway.  Your body filled with energy and began to unwind into pure radiance

Passing through a wall, then levitating through it, you appeared on the Spike site and scanned for threats

Brimstone was in the middle of calling down a smokes at the site to wall it off.  As soon as the pods dropped, you shot his back and moved to the Spike under the Ascender

You readied a defuser, and got low to defuse the Spike.  An arm shot through the wall and into your ribs

Searing pain spread through your torso, and as you crumpled to the ground you saw the rest of a glowing figure step out of the wall

“I can’t believe you fell for a trick that you just used!” your own mirror jeered

While frost ate at your face, burns stung every breath you took through broken ribs.  Looking at your mirror with a mixture of hate and fear, you realized the Spike was active still

“Hurry up and die, or are you going to need some encouragement?” the clone threatened while energy began to gather into their hand

In an act of defiance, you launched plasma towards the clone and through a smoke.  It harmlessly burnt the side of a yellow cargo crate

“Was that really your best attempt at a counterattack?  I mean it was so slow I stepped out of the way!”

Your plan was already in motion, as through the smoke a thin line traveled towards your clone

Instantly, they were entangled in a cocoon of threads, Deadlock’s own Annihilation dragging them away to their death

Deadlock sprinted through the smoke while the wires yanked your rival away.  The cocoon disappeared into the smoke as Deadlock finished defusing the Spike

“Y/N how bad are your injuries?  Kan du puste?  Are you bleeding?” she was barely able to get the questions out while looking beginning to dress your wounds

“I’ll be okay, it was just some burns and shock.  Don’t worry, they won’t get rid of me so easily.”

“Takk gud at det går bra.”  Deadlock sighed while helping you to your feet

“It just needs some time to heal.  We should rest in the meantime, I could really use it after today.”

“You’ve more than earned it Y/N.  I can get Brimstone to supply us with some fresh ingredients and we could make dinner together.” 

Deadlock’s cheeks were red either from the cold or from your emphatic response of “YES!” 

Reyna 

“¡Esas malditas!” Reyna shrieked as she choked the life out of an Atlas operative.  Her anger was barely contained she continued to crush the soldier’s windpipe

The guard fell lifelessly while a soul orb drifted from the corpse and into Reyna’s waiting grasp

“Y/N, come closer.  I won’t bite.”  Reyna beckoned you closer from across the plaza.  Pearl was normally calm but her frenzy had transformed the district into a battlefield

“Wait, can you hear that?  It sounds like a-”

“Claro Y/N, it’s a Spike but why would they bomb their own city?  How desperate they are to kill us.”

Picking the guns from the soldier, you armed yourself with his Phantom.  Reyna sported her Vandal and toyed with the soul she held in her hand

“Vamanos Y/N.  I can’t wait to tear into more of them.”

“That makes two of us.” you flipped the safety off the Vandal and started for the wooden doors that led to B Site

A screech pierced the air as a glowing hawk flew out from the door frame, bursting into light

Your eyes filled with green light as you felt Reyna pull you to the side of the door while shots rang out 

Splinters of wood showered the area as bullets punched into the doors.  Your vision began to clear and you decided to retaliate

“Reyna, I need you to cover me while I move in!” you shouted while staying low and charging energy into your hands

Reyna’s Vandal spat a flurry of rounds into the doorway, and you seized the opportunity to go straight through the opening

Energy pulsed inside your hand, and you released the growing power against the wall.  It buried itself into it before launching down the corridor at blinding speed

Shifting around the door, you caught Skye’s double reeling from the energy blast.  You went for the kill and fired

“Bien hecho Y/N, such power deserves to be shown.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Reyna.  Now let’s finish them off.”

“Por supuesto.”

You and Reyna moved down the alley from cover to cover, making sure that an ambush was almost impossible

Turning towards the entrance to B Site, you were greeted with a sudden explosion of chemical flames that clung to the ground.  They blocked your approach 

“Y/N, I can hear enemies coming from behind us.  Let’s welcome them.” Reyna grinned with a sadistic joy

One of Fade’s nightmares splashed down in the alley, glowing eyes marking you and Reyna.  Roars came from further away, and a lilac wall of energy pushed into the alley

Iso’s mirror was obviously using the cover to move in on information Fade had given him, and Brimstone had blocked the path forward

Reyna gritted her teeth and scowled, pulling the soul she had stored into her hands.  You nodded to her and rushed forwards

Passing through the wall, you met Iso pointing a gun at you while two Prowlers flew towards you and Reyna

Particles collected into your hands, and you locked eyes with Iso as he began to shoot.  You directed your power to your feet and sent a shockwave downward

Landing behind Iso, you swept his leg and shoved him down.  Your first shot met his Double Tap but the following bullets put him down permanently

Both Prowlers twisted around and lunged for you, and out of the corner of your eye Fade’s mirror readied a sniper rifle

A phantasmal eye blinked into existence, its gaze catching Fade and fixating on her from its spot in the middle of the alley

In the moment of safety, you shot Fade and the Prowlers disintegrated.  Turning around, you spotted Brimstone’s mirror before Reyna’s Leer blinded him

You shot him before Reyna could and watched a soul orb float out from him

“You work faster than I can kill Y/N.  Very impressive, I knew I would like working with you.”

Throughout Pearl, the sounds of boots and heavy gear signaled the arrival of more Atlas units.  Reyna got a confident look on her face

“Y/N, be a dear and defuse the Spike.  I will handle the rest of these soldaditos.”  Reyna sauntered off while activating her Empress form

Beginning to inspect the site, you couldn’t see any sort of movement or soldiers around.  The Spike was hidden under the tower area, directly under the pillar. 

 You moved towards it carefully, checking for any incoming enemies and removing a defuser from your person.  From a ways away you heard the sounds of Reyna’s massacre

Right as you began to defuse, something dropped from the ceiling.  A shimmering form fell onto you and put you in a chokehold before forcing you to the ground

A strike to your jaw disoriented you and your assailant took your Phantom.  You reached to hold onto it but merely tapped it as it was torn from your hands

“For someone meant to be me, you leave a lot to be desired.” 

Your mirror reveled in the face they had you completely beaten from their surprise attack

“I know Reyna is here somewhere too, but from the sounds back there I guess she’ll have her hands full.  I wonder if she’ll die to the Spike or to me.”

Combat and gunfire from the other side of Pearl proved Reyna wouldn’t be coming back

“Let’s finish you off first.  There’s only room for one of us and I don’t think you measure up to the real thing.” your double aimed the Phantom at your head

The gun clicked harmlessly, and your mirror realized you had dexterously flipped the safety on when they stole it

Energy flooded your hands and you jumped towards your mirror.  Pummeling them rapidly, you unleashed your radiance onto them and finished them off

The Spike began to spin faster, but you calmly deactivated it without a second thought

“Is that your mirror Y/N?  It looks like you made an example of them.”  Reyna purred as she walked towards you

“They spouted something about being the ‘real version’ before I beat them.  I don’t think they’ll make that mistake again.”

“You have come so far Y/N, I think we should revel in our victory.  Crushing our enemies is something to celebrate, de acuerdo?”

“We should do something  then, I want to hear more about how you rampaged through those Atlas soldiers.”

“We’ll catch up over dinner Y/N, I have a special place in mind once we return.”

“Oh?”

“Make sure you wear your best, I know I will.”

“I’m looking forward to it then.”

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Mentions of blood and gore. Smut. Fingering (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), Dom Loki. Mentions of survivor's guilt.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An accident in one of the rooms forces you and Loki together as you try to puzzle out who is after Loki.

Word Count: 4,907k

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A/N: I had too much fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading! Loki is like...the perfect muse. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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Screaming. There was lots of screaming coming from down the hall. You were in the Jotunheim room, freezing your tits off, when the sound of screaming made you stop talking. The patron in front of you was about to mouth off but you held up a hand. You tilted your head, searching for the sound, and you heard it again.

Footsteps pounded outside of the room and there was a flurry of activity running just outside the door. “It’s okay, everyone!” You called out. 

You motioned towards the DJ to turn up the music. You motioned for the waitresses and waiters to refill everyone’s drink. You smiled and made an effort to walk to the door at a normal speed. 

Once there, employees and patrons were running and screaming towards the front entrance. You stopped one of the waiters. “What’s going on?” 

“It’s sick!” He said. He looked a little green and held his mouth, presumably thinking of whatever the hell was going on. He wasn’t going to be useful so you let him go and moved down the hallway. You felt like a fish trying to swim upstream. There were so many people. 

Other rooms had people leaning out of it to see what was going on. On your way, you assured them that everything was fine and pushed them back into their respective rooms with the promise of a free round.

Panic climbed up your throat but there was nothing to panic about right now. If it was a fire, the alarms would go off. Sprinklers would turn on and drench the place. If it was a shooter, you’d hear gunshots or more yelling. You ran through a list of scenarios and the safeguards you had in place.

Unless…unless whoever was fucking with the club was at it again. You tried not to worry about that, but the fact that Loki didn’t know what was going on scared you in many ways. He was the god of mischief. And the things that had been happening around the club reeked of mischief. He wouldn’t sabotage his own club, not even for fits and giggles. So who? 

There was a big crowd in one of the hallways surrounding the Nidavellir room. You pushed through the throng of people until you got to the entrance. There were still a lot of patrons inside, along with some actors, and Honey stood off to the side of the stage. She was fuming and cursing up a storm in Spanish.

When she saw you, she only got angrier. “I told you! I told you something like this was going to happen!” 

You crossed the room to her and she grabbed your hand. She pulled you towards the stage where an actress, Angel, had her leg stuck in a hole. The stage had collapsed around her leg and there were torn and bloody pieces of wood next to her. Angel’s makeup was ruined and running down her tear-filled cheeks.

She held herself up but her arms were shaking with the effort. There were a few guys surrounding her, trying to get her up, but any time they moved her, Angel screamed and sobbed harder. 

“Shit, shit,” you muttered. The stage had slipped your mind. After dealing with the mind-controlled idiots, they hadn’t offered any explanation for their actions or their whereabouts beforehand. Loki said he would handle it and that was the end of it. On top of your other duties, a few days had passed and you hadn’t even thought of the stage.

You sighed. You’d have to start carrying around a notebook or something. You were usually better than this. You blamed it on another restless night searching for information on your family. 

“Okay, boys, stop! You’re making it worse. Angel, we’re going to get you out and I need you to hold on a little longer.” 

“I told you this would happen! If you two had listened to me…” 

“Honey! Not now. Get these people out of here. Either offer them a different room or comp them two free drinks on a return.” 

Honey opened her mouth to argue more but you lifted an eyebrow. She ran her tongue over her teeth before smirking. “You’re even starting to act like him. It’s weird!” She turned around and started to usher the onlookers out of the room.

“And someone turn off that damn music!” You yelled. This room had thumping, rhythmic music that was doing nothing for your growing headache. No sooner had you yelled it, did the DJ cut the music. 

“Thank the gods,” you sighed.

“My thanks usually come with gifts,” Loki said.

You sighed harder. You half turned to see him weaving through tables to reach you. You always saw him in that damn black suit and yet it was like seeing him for the first time. He always managed to look crisp and unbothered. Every button in its place, the flower on his lapel, and his long hair tucked behind his ears. 

He stalked towards you, his eyes trained on you, and stopped just in front of you. “What’s going on?” 

“Well, it appears Angel fell through the stage,” you said.

Loki huffed a laugh and looked at you. “I have eyes, Darling,” he said.

“Then why did you…? You know what, I don’t care. It’s being handled. Don’t you have ale to drink somewhere? Deals to make?” You asked.

Loki stared at Angel and the stage. He knocked on the wooden floor and crossed his arms. “I can conjure some pillows to help, but we need to stop her bleeding before she passes out,” he said. 

“I can handle this, Loki,” you said.

“Have I implied you couldn’t?” He looked at you and you bit the inside of your cheek. This felt like a test. One you were failing. You didn’t know what his hidden agenda was but you had no time for it. He was offering to help. Two heads were better than one. 

You looked at the men still standing on the stage. You looked at the tallest and skinniest. “I need your belt. You’re going to wrap your belt around her leg to stop the bleeding.” 

You hopped onto the stage, but you weren’t tall enough to swing your leg in one go. Instead, you hopped backwards scooting your booty onto the stage. Loki watched you work and grinned when you caught him staring at your bare legs. You rolled your eyes as you swiveled on your butt and rolled onto your feet. 

Loki hopped onto the stage in one fluid motion. He moved like a dancer, born to do it. He stalked across the stage and spoke softly to Angel. He managed to make her laugh. He conjured two pillows for her arms and she sighed a bit as he slipped it under her forearms and side. 

The actor you pointed to had his belt off and tied it around Angel’s leg. You conjured a saw and handed it to the actor with the biggest muscles. “Cut around her leg. We’re gonna let gravity do most of the work. If someone hasn’t done so, call the police. She’s going to need an ambulance,” you called out.

People rushed to do your bidding as you directed them on what to do. Mercifully, Loki stayed out of most of it. He let you take care of everything. Angel was free but there was a river of blood down her leg. There were scratches and one deep gash on her leg that everyone recoiled from.

You smiled at Angel and told her that everything would be alright. That you would go with her to the hospital and it would all check out.

“Send Honey. I need you here,” Loki said. 

You held your first, second, and third responses before turning to him with a grin. “I want to make sure she’s okay,” you said. 

“She will be. I have another use for you,” he said. 

You took a deep breath and told someone to find Honey. As the janitors got there, you told them to leave the area alone until you were able to investigate what happened. They only needed to gather the loose pieces and put up cones. 

You directed people to close off the room, clean up the dishes, and clear out. Once everyone had a job to do, Honey came into the room. She was still cursing in Spanish but was gentle with Angel. Honey shot you and Loki a dirty look before escorting the paramedics inside. 

They loaded Angel onto a stretcher and Honey was there to keep them all in line. Loki waited for you on the side of the stage. He stood like a lifesize painting. In moments like these, you saw the godliness. He was regal in every sense of the word. And beautiful. Still an ass. 

You walked over to him, ready to give him a piece of your mind. He smiled and held up a hand. “I know. But I believe this is the work of our saboteur and I’d like your help,” he said. 

You stopped short of getting into his personal space and squinted at him. “Who are you?” 

He smirked. “It’s me, honest.” He walked closer and hung his head to look into your eyes. 

“Someone is messing with my club and you are the only one I trust,” he said. “I know we can get to the bottom of this.”

“How? Whoever is doing this isn’t taking credit. And they’re able to do it without being here,” you said.

“I think they are here. No one can work remote magic. Perhaps a witch, but this isn’t their style,” he said.

“You think it’s a magic user after you?” You asked.

“I know it is,” he said. 

You nodded and chewed on your lip. It would make sense for it to be magic that’s been causing a ruckus. But why? And who would do it? 

“Come. While we have the chance,” he said. He turned on his heel and hopped off of the stage. He turned and held out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes but you also didn’t want to bust your head open trying to prove a point.

You held his hand and climbed down off of the stage. His strong hands stabilized your waist as you got down. “Thank you,” you said.

He grinned. “My thanks usually come with gifts,” he said.

“My gift is not stomping on your foot,” you said and grinned innocently at him. He chuckled and let you go. You missed him instantly. 

Was it so hard for you to give in and say the words? How hard was it to say, “Okay, Loki. Fuck me like one of your conquests”?

Partially. You wanted the experience with none of the messy feelings. In a cruel twist of irony, that wasn’t what Loki was after. He wanted your feelings while he gave none of his own. He wanted to own you, body and spirit. And you didn’t want to give it to him. You wanted to keep your heart firmly in your own hands. 

You followed him out of the room and towards the back of the club. You walked a bit behind him. Only because his strides were so long and your legs were so short in comparison. You watched that strut of his.

It would break you to be hurt by him. You would truly be broken. Like a kid that had played too rough with their dolls. He would wreck you in the worst way if you gave everything to him and he gave nothing in return. 

He didn’t “do” feelings. Your refusal was all part of some sick and twisted game in his mind. You weren’t the first person to say no to him. You weren’t even the fifth. For a reason you couldn’t fathom, it bothered him when you said no. If it was merely about pleasure, you would understand.

No one liked being told no. Rejection was an acidic taste no one wanted to experience. So naturally, people wanted what they couldn’t have. He could have your body, he just couldn’t have your heart. So what was his deal? 

He made a turn before his office and you followed, confused on his destination. Until he was outside of the security room. Loki opened the door, scaring the poor guard on the inside. 

“We need the room,” Loki said. 

The guard was petrified of Loki. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the poor man. He was older, retired police, with a shock of white hair and a bushy white mustache. He swallowed painfully, audibly, as he nodded profusely and exited the room without another word.

“Words like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ go a long way, you know,” you said.  

“I know,” Loki said. He smiled as he closed the door behind you and locked it. Your stomach flipped. The security room was just big enough for four people to stand in comfortably. Only big enough for two people to sit in comfortably. 

There were monitors all over the room showing various camera angles of different rooms, hallways, common areas. There were only a few in the employee lounge and break room, offering minimal privacy. There were a million cameras in the actual club rooms, kitchens, and bar areas. 

On the desk, there was a large switchboard. There were so many buttons and levers, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Loki sat down in the chair previously occupied by the guard and his fingers flew over the switchboard with ease.

“How do you know how to work that thing?” You asked. 

“I know everything about my club. Including Earth contraptions,” he said. His rumbling voice filled the quiet room. It only highlighted how intimate the space was. You crossed your arms. You didn’t like this. Not one bit. 

You weren’t claustrophobic, but the dark room did remind you of the ship. The ship that carried you here. Guilt still snuck up on you sometimes. You were close to getting killed. It was only up to Thanos who got killed and who got spared. You happened to stand on the correct side. 

You shook the memories off. It wasn’t your fault that the monster played judge and executioner. You focused on Loki’s fingers as they moved across the board.

He brought the Nidavellir room up on the big screen and rewound the tape until Angel was going through her routine. Everything was fine until her foot went through the stage. There was no one around her, except for the other dancers in her routine. 

“What are we looking for?” You asked.

“The stage should not have collapsed. It was specially made to be near indestructible. It would have taken a thousand Angel’s to break through it.” 

“But you see, there was no one on stage with her,” you said. 

Loki scoffed. “You can do better than that, Darling,” he said.

You sighed. You hated when he did that. It activated some petty and competitive side to you. You wanted to play on his level and pick out what he was thinking. It was stupid and childish and yet you found yourself leaning in. You placed your hands on the desk and leaned over to get a good look.

Loki obliged and ran the tape a few more times. You looked at everything but Angel. He was right. The saboteur wouldn’t have to be on stage, just in the room. He ran it one more time until you placed your hand on his arm.

“There!” You pointed to a hooded figure who was only partially in frame. They were facing away from the camera so you couldn’t see their face. But the figure turned away right before Angel’s leg went through the stage. Like they had anticipated everyone freaking out and ready to run out. 

“Very good, Darling,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes. You were also still holding his arm. You could feel him flexing beneath your hand. You snatched your hand away. 

“Afraid to touch me, Darling?” He asked. 

He pressed a series of buttons to zoom in on the figure but no other camera caught the person. 

“I could’ve been touching you this whole time. You’re the one who doesn’t want me to,” you said. 

“Is that what you think?” He was so fucking nonchalant. As if he were asking for the  weather or shipping updates. 

You didn’t answer him. You watched as he brought up different camera feeds, trying to follow the figure. They knew where the cameras were. It wasn’t hard to avoid the ones anyone could see. But they avoided the hidden ones as well. Impressive. The figure disappeared into the crowd as they ran from the room. The front entrance didn’t catch them leaving either. 

“Come here, Darling,” he said, using that same nonchalant tone. 

You scowled at him. He had pushed away from the desk and turned the chair in your direction. “No.” 

He grinned and pulled your arm. You struggled but he was stronger. He pulled you onto his lap so that your back was to his chest. “You know what to say to get me to stop,” he whispered in your ear. 

You scoffed but he was right. Some part of you wanted to see where this was going. He gripped your thighs and placed them outside of his. Then, he scooted the chair closer to the desk so that it wasn’t easy for you to get up. Your knees brushed the underside of the desk and you wiggled trying to get comfortable.

Loki hummed low, in the back of his throat. It was then that you noticed the hardening bulge under your ass. You stopped wiggling. 

“You mentioned when we started all of this that I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I know what you need but perhaps I went about it all wrong. I gave you too much time to think, to talk yourself out of it,” he said. 

His hands played with the hem of your skirt. His fingers skated over your thick thighs. You gasped softly. “What are you on about?” 

“My poor, overworked Darling,” he purred. 

His hands lifted your skirt and bunched it around your waist. Your breathing increased, but you tried to keep it contained. Keep it to yourself. 

“I left you with the option to think it over. To beg me to kiss and fuck you. You’re not going to do that. Your pride is too strong,” Loki whispered against your neck. 

“Finally, we agree on something,” you said. Your voice sounded a little breathy. 

Loki smiled against your neck and his fingers started to knead and seek the core of you. You placed your hands on his to keep him from going forward. You couldn’t think straight. Not with his hands on you. 

“Hands on the desk, Darling. Now,” he commanded. Your hands flew to the desk in front of you without even realizing it. You scowled, ready to chew him a new one before he kissed your neck. 

“If you move them, the game is over. If you tell me to stop, the game is over. Understand?” He asked.

You licked your lips and nodded. “I understand,” you said. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t see his face. You couldn’t interpret his mood or guard yourself against what came next. And you liked it.

His fingers found your panties and he moved it to the side. He slipped his left hand through your folds and sighed at finding you wet. 

“I should’ve realized sooner that the issue was the decision. You needed it out of your hands. You decide and control everything all day long. Here, at home. Do you ever turn your brain off?” He asked. 

His hand played with your clit and you jerked. You moved your hand a little and he tsked at you. You bit your lip and placed your hands flat on the desk. 

“I have to be ready for anything,” you said. It was true. You were a firm believer in that anything that could go wrong, would go wrong eventually. You had backup plans for your backup plans.

Loki reached around you to mess with the switchboard again. The bastard was working while he was finally giving you what you wanted. He brought up the feed from the Nidavellir room again. This time, after the incident when you showed up. 

“Look at how in control of the situation you are. Never faltering. Look at how everyone looks to you,” he said. 

He continued to play with you and you were getting wetter by the second. You watched as you came into the room. Everyone looked at you. Even when Loki showed up, they were taking your cues. 

Loki slipped a finger inside you and you moaned. You dropped your head because it had been so fucking long since you had someone else’s hand inside of you. You took care of yourself when you got the chance. Lately, those chances were few and far inbetween. 

“Look at the screen. Keep your eyes on yourself,” he commanded in your ear. 

You struggled to lift your head. His fingers were long and he had them at an angle, rubbing against a spot inside of you that you hadn’t managed to get on your own. His finger stilled and you grunted.

“Eyes up, Darling. I won’t tell you again,” he said.

You sniffled a bit. You weren’t crying, but the pleasure felt so damn good. You were desperate to get his fingers moving again. So you lifted your head and focused blurrily on the image of you telling everyone what to do. 

Loki began to stroke your pussy and you moaned softly. “You do so much around here. I know I don’t always say it. But I am deeply grateful to have someone like you at my side. However, I am aware of what you need,” he said.

He added a second finger and you reared up. Loki groaned as you wiggled against his hard cock. He pumped his fingers in and out of you. You wanted to close your legs, it felt too fucking good, but he kept your legs on the outside of his. There was no way to close them. 

Your hands curled against the desk until they were fists. Your nails dug into your palms. Your moans filled the room and the wet suction of your pussy as his fingers slid in and out. He added his thumb to stroke your clit. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. Pressure built in your tummy as your orgasm floated to the surface. 

“You need to let go, my Darling. Let go, for once. Just feel,” he said. He kissed up and down the side of your neck. He bit your neck where it met your shoulder. “Let go.” 

“Oh fuck,” you wailed as you climaxed and flooded his fingers. 

When you were done, Loki pulled his fingers out of you. Then he shoved them into your mouth. “Suck.” 

You sucked his fingers, tasting your arousal. He moved more switches and pressed more buttons on the switchboard. He located the footage from the fight. The men that had attacked you had pulled up on their own and exited the car by themselves. It was mid afternoon but the parking lot was half full. 

Loki kissed your neck. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re so gorgeous after you cum,” he said.

You groaned. Somehow, you only wanted more. You weren’t satisfied with just his fingers. Loki pulled his fingers out of your mouth and licked up what you couldn’t get to.

Loki pushed away from the desk and massaged your thighs. They were beginning to ache a bit. His breath fanned over your neck and ear, raising goosebumps. He closed your legs and your arousal had cooled a bit in your panties.

He pushed you to stand and some part of you died. He got you off and now he was done with you. Discarded. 

Loki chuckled. “Do you think I’m done with you?” He asked. 

“Aren’t you?” 

Loki grinned. “Never. I’m never done with you. Not until I hear you beg for this cock. It won’t be now, it won’t be soon. But I will hear those words,” he said. 

Your jaw dropped. You didn’t understand him. And it was infuriating. You made a career of being able to read people well. And he made it more difficult with every word he spoke. 

“Don’t hold your breath,” you said. Though, you sounded tougher in your head. Your eyes kept dropping to his thick cock straining against his trousers. He noticed and rubbed himself over his pants. You thought he was going to say something smart about how you couldn’t get it unless you begged.

“Get on your knees,” he said.

He started to undo his belt. Your pussy tingled. You were crouching down and staring at his hands before it registered. You didn’t scowl this time. He unzipped himself and pulled his trousers down. You helped him bring them down a little further. 

He stroked himself and you licked your lips, watching the action. His dick was huge and his balls were heavy. Precum beaded at the tip before it slipped over the side and dripped down to the base. 

Loki rubbed his dick across your lips. “Put that impudent mouth to good use,” he said. 

You opened wide and slipped your lips over the thick tip. The saltiness of his cum coated your tongue and you licked up everything he gave. You bobbed your head slowly, trying to see how you could fit all of him and please him.

“No teasing, Darling. I have dreamed of this too often,” he said. 

You fought the urge to smirk. All that bullshit he sprouted about being able to last. You used your tongue and hands to add extra pressure as you began to suck him dry. The sound of you slurping his cock was nothing in comparison to his moans. He stared at you while you sucked him off. 

He encouraged you on what he liked and what he didn’t like. He coached you on how to take him how he wanted. Your pussy clenched hearing his words of praise. “My beautiful, Darling. Your mouth is heavenly,” he said. 

He couldn’t stop touching your face and hair, moving it out of the way of you pleasing him. He stopped talking as you sucked him harder, like a lollipop. He threw his head back and moaned. 

His mouth hung open and his eyes were closed tightly. He brought his hands to your head and began to move you faster. You choked a bit as he forced himself deeper down your throat. And you fucking loved it. You loved that he was fucking your mouth. That you were the one driving him this crazy. 

He moaned a bit more before he shoved into your mouth on one hard push. His cum squirted out of him and down your throat in hot pulses. You swallowed it all down and moaned. Your panties were fucking soaked and you pathetically clenched around nothing. You needed this beautiful cock inside you. You wanted to see his face as he slammed into you over and over.

Loki pulled out of your mouth and he bent forward in the chair. He kissed both of your cheeks, your forehead, and your lips. He pulled your hair until your neck was exposed and he kissed the length of it.

“So fucking gorgeous. So divine. You are a goddess,” he whispered. 

Your heart soared. You would live and die on his praise. If he kept it up, there would be no coming back down. Your head would swell ten sizes too big. 

You grinned and he kissed you again. Posessively. Madly and deeply. Your kisses were sloppy but no less hot. He pulled back and put his face against your cheek. He panted and nuzzled you until you were both calm enough to speak. 

“Why won’t you say the words?” 

It took you a minute to understand what he was asking. You were thankful that he couldn’t see your face as you answered.

“I don’t want to make it bigger than what it is. It’s just us fucking,” you said.

Loki kissed your cheek. “If that were all it was, this would have happened a long time ago. We’re past casual, Darling,” he said. 

You wanted to deny it. To hold on to your delusion that this was one sided. Or that he didn’t truly care, not that way. And why should you want his feelings? After he was done with you, he would move on to his next obsession. 

“I know you’re going to overthink this. Don’t. Clean yourself up and come back. We’ve got a saboteur to find,” he said.

He let you go and fixed his pants. You stood up with a frown. He still wasn’t going to fuck you. He said as much but you still held on to that pathetic sliver of hope. 

He stood up and smirked at you. He leaned in and kissed you. When he pulled back, he bit your lip. “Do as I say, Darling,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck you!” 

His laugh followed you out of the room. Bastard.

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[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Fight For Us Pt5

"Im worried about Matt" I tell Kelly leaning on his desk in his office "he's got all of this anger at the moment"

"Well he nearly hit Voight"

"What when?" I practically yell

"This morning. Said something about him pulling you over. He loves you both so much he'd be willing to go to jail for you. Hell hed probably die for you"

"I know. I just can't wait for this to be over"

"I might have an idea about helping him through the anger.  My buddy as a gym. We could head over there after shift"

"Would be nice for you to talk things through. Ella misses all of us hanging with each other"

"I'll talk with him"

"Ambulance 61, truck 81. Gunshot victim. 25 east halsted street" the alarm sounds. Gabby and I jump into the ambulance and make our way to the victim.

On arrival there's a bunch of cars around honking there horns and yelling. We make our way to the bus where the victim is, but the shooters gone

"Shot to the neck, not breathing, weak pulse" I tell Gabby

"Guys we need your help" she says as Cruz and Mills enter

"Down here will be good" I tell them as they lift the man up. They place him down allowing Gabby and I to get to work. I start doing compressions, but then see blood coming from his mouth "we've got to get an open airway or we're gonna lose him right now"

"Here, open this.

"We can't tube him, too much mouth trauma" Gabby tells me

"All right. Surgical cric" I sigh

"We can't" Gabby says "it's not allowed"

"Either that or he dies Dawson"

"Ok. I'll do it" I nod my head and allow Gabby to get on with it. Mills and Cruz help us to lift him out of the bus and carry him to the ambo

"I'll pick Ella up from school" Matt says. I frown as close the doors

"Ok?" I reply getting into the seat and shutting the door behind me feeling confused since neither of our shifts end till late.

The following day I come home to pick some things up for Ella

"You know maybe we should go away for a while. You me and Ella. You and I both have holiday saved and I'm sure we won't get in to much trouble if we take Ella out of school for a little bit"

"And what about when we get back? What then YN?"

"I..." there a knock at the door which makes us both frown

"Stay there" Matt tells me. I stand in the kitchen listening to the conversation

"Matthew Casey?"

"Yeah?"

"We have a warrant to search your home"

"What?"

"We got a tip that says your in possession of cocaine. Eiether we can search your house or you can produce the cocaine" I hear the police officer say. I look around the kitchen and by sheer luck I find a package under the kitchen table, hiding it the best I can in the short amount of time

"By law you can stay in the house as long as you cooperate"

"I'm a fire fighter at 51 my wife is the PIC at 51. We have a daughter. Do we really look like cocaine users to you?"

"If you could please both go and wait in the front room. Now"

"Antonio Dawson. He's a detective in Vice.

He'll tell you we're being harassed by this cop. have Antonio's number on my cell. Will you please just take a second and talk to him?" one of the officers holds her hand out to take Matts phone. A few moments later she comes back handing Matt his phone back telling the other officer were clean. They both leave making my finally breathe. I take out the package and show Matt

"It was under the table. God Ella could have been here when he broke in"

"She wasn't though. Go flush it down the toilet" Matt tells me which I do, but when I return Mary's gone. Probably to Voights to do something stupid.

"I'm sorry" Matt says walking through the door "I'm going to trust the system" I wrap my arms around him letting tears run down my face

"Daddy?" Ella says walking downstairs "daddy why's momma crying?"

"It's happy tears baby. Promise. Why don't you let daddy take you back up to bed"

"I'll read you a story"

"Ok" Ella funds back upstairs with Matt not far behind

"You ok?" Kelly asks

"I will be. Let's hope this doesn't last much longer"

#matt casey x reader #matt casey #matt casey x oc #matt casey imagine #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire

[whitehotharlots]

Hamster wheel

My first experience with active shooter drills came the autumn after Columbine. I was in a study hall course in our high school’s cafeteria. My seat was approximately ten feet from the exit, then it’d be just a thirty or forty yard dash through the parking lot to safety. 

We were walked through the steps. This is what a shooter alarm sounds like, and here’s how it’s different from a tornado alarm and fire alarm. When you hear the shooter alarm, you need to get beneath one of the spacious, fairly high-topped cafeteria tables and place your hands above your head. Whatever you do, you should not attempt to flee.

This was insane enough that even the kids who usually nodded along to everything teachers told them expressed some incredulity. I asked if they were being serious. Like, for real are you being serious? The door is right fucking there. We can leave, instead of putting ourselves in a physical position that would make us much easier targets.

I was told that, yes, this is for real. And any more questions would be met with detention. Now, wait for the alarm and assume your positions. We all complied.

A decade later, I and hundred or so incoming instructors at a large university went through more advanced training--by this point it’d become a cottage industry, and they had instructional videos. We were told not to panic, shut the classroom door, instruct students to get beneath their desks, and don’t let anyone flee. 

The good news was that in so large a campus, the odds of the shooter targeting your particular classroom were quite slim. Goodie. And in this case, you’ll never know who’s a cop and who’s a shooter--cops like showing up to active shooting scenarios in plain clothes while wielding large weapons, and what if a good guy mistook you for a bad guy? Also, if the shooter does enter your room, you and your students should throw whatever you have at your disposal toward him, try and disrupt his flow. 

In a room full of putative intellectuals, no one bothered to ask how it was that if a man with a gun attempted to enter our classrooms during a mass murder event, we were supposed to be able to tell if he was a bad guy shooter who needed to be stopped, or a good guy police man who would not be legally liable if you spooked him and he killed you.

Of course, I thought back to my high school training. And it finally made sense: the point of active shooter drills is not to mitigate loss of life during a mass shooting. It’s to deflect liability to the institutions that offer the drills. If codifying these procedures actually results in more casualties during a worst case scenario, well... that’s a small price for legal protection.

Columbine is now the touchstone for retro-90′s era school shootings, but to me, at the time, it wasn’t the most horrible or gripping. It all seemed too random, too much like an amateurish media fabrication; a pair of shitheads doing what they thought they needed to do to get nationwide attention. 

The one that really scared me, at a young age, was the Westside Middle School shooting a year before. The Columbine shooters were disaffected high school shitheads, like myself, and I felt I could diagnose such a situation on my home turf beforehand and either defuse it or, at the very least, make certain I myself would be in no real danger. The Westside kids were kids, aged thirteen and eleven. They didn’t wander about the halls of their school picking off any random enemy. They had a plan. They gathered a cache of weapons beforehand and pulled a fire alarm knowing where their classmates would congregate after the building had been evacuated. They perched atop a hill and used the high ground to pick off their classmates and teachers amidst the confusion.

What got me about that shooting was the tactics. Literal children, even at the time younger than me, could somehow figure out the value of having the high ground and preying upon mild, manufactured chaos. You didn’t need to be a genius to be very good at murder. You just needed intuition, guns, and some very basic training. This shit could therefore happen anywhere, at any time, and for any reason.

Back to Columbine: it might be hard for younger people to grasp this, but way back in the ancient year of 1999 a school shooting that killed a mere dozen-plus was could capture the nation’s attention enough to remain in the headlines for months. 

The internet was still very young at the time; the ubiquitous online-ness afforded by smartphones wouldn’t been seen for another decade, and social media as we know it was still 6-7 years away. Nonetheless, Columbine was the first hyper-modern domestic tragedy. The coverage of previous school shootings focused primarily on the event itself, with minimal attention paid to the shooters’ backgrounds and motivations. Like nearly every other tragedy that proceeded it, Columbine was used a backdrop against which preexisting and mostly unrelated culture war battles could be litigated. 

My, how the narratives flowed. The shooters were godless, perhaps even satanic. They were so incensed at their low placement on the social totem pole they exacted horrific revenge against the popular, god fearing masses. Before taking the pure and virginal life of an especially sympathetic, blonde victim, they mockingly asked her if she truly believed in our lord and savior. She was martyred for her affirmative response. 

This, we were told, is what happens when the natural social order breaks down. Marilyn Manson, Beavis and Butt-Head, dark clothing, loud music, divorce, feminism, homosexuality... these things are all connected, people! And if we as a society continue allowing for their proliferation, we can only expect more and more horror. 

None of the narratives passed scrutiny. The shooters were not disaffected loaners; they were relatively popular and Harris was an athlete. They were not bullied. They did not ask a girl if she believed in God before they shot her. They were not picking off the popular kids while sparing the misbegotten nerds and weirdos. They didn’t even like Marilyn Manson--their favorite band was the avowedly non-violent KMFDM, a group whose lyrics usually sound like something taken from a Dick and Jane book.

In spite of the thorough wrongness of nearly every aspect of the shooting’s coverage, Columbine remains the template for how we process acts of mass domestic violence. There’s no shortage of cultural grievances on either side of aisle, and zero popular or political will to question why it is that a society so inured to needless and manufactured deaths might keep suffering these paroxysms of horror whose targets and scale grow increasingly profane with each passing year. Like every other social problem, the causes are always obvious, always wholly subjective, and yet somehow always just beyond our capacity to control.

The vulnerability is inevitable. Always has been. The only thing preventing the people you pass on the street from ripping your throat out is a shared sense of human connection that was once so basic it didn’t need to be enunciated but now seems like a quaint illusion, perhaps even a malignant trick, a sheet of wool pulled over our once-naive eyes that prevented us from understanding the evil depth of those whose cultural and consumer preferences do not align with our own. The fact that this sort of petty, superficial dehumanization appeared to be driving factor of the initial shootings is ignored. We do not possess the moral bandwidth to acknowledge that we are living in the world idealized by the likes of Eric Harris and Dylan Kleibold. 

The terrors keep coming. Our responses make us dumber and more hateful. Our preparations render us much more vulnerable to future horror. The wheel keeps spinning. It will never stop.

[growthgoddess]

Titanic Teacher

Ms. Amelia Reynolds was an unassuming teacher at Westwood Elementary School.

She taught Math to a class of fourth-graders and loved her job. However, what no one knew was that Ms. Reynolds harbored a dark secret.

Years ago, she had been involved with a nuclear weapons program and was accidentally exposed to a lethal amount of radiation.

But instead of suffering from radiation sickness, her hair turned white and she grew into an enormous giantess. When she turns giant, she loses all sense of self and runs amok. She had struggled with this power for years, trying to keep it under control and live a normal life. She has already leveled two cities in the past and is now keeping a low profile in this rural town. That was why she became a teacher, to avoid drawing attention to herself.

But on that fateful day, her powers would be put to the test.

It started as a typical Monday morning at Westwood Elementary School. The students were settling into their classes, and Ms. Reynolds was beginning her lesson for the day.

Suddenly, she heard a loud noise from the hallway, followed by screams. She rushed to the door and saw a man with a high powered rifle approaching her class from the corner. Ms. Reynolds knew what she had to do.

"Everyone, stand behind me," she ordered her students, trying to keep her voice calm.

The shooter kicked down the classroom door and swept his firearm around the room. When he noticed the teacher protecting her students, he trained his gun at Ms. Reynolds.

She stood her ground, shielding her students from harm. The man pulled the trigger, and a bullet struck Ms. Reynolds square in the chest. The round went right through her and hit the wall behind her.

The students cried in fear and Ms. Reynolds hunched over in pain. But then something amazing happened. Her wound healed almost instantly, and she started sweating profusely.

Ms. Reynolds roared with an inhuman voice and the shooter was taken aback by her sudden reaction. The children also ran to the other corner of the room.

Suddenly, she began expanding. Her buttons tore off after their vain attempts to contain her modesty to her students. Her curves burgeoned beneath the tightening fabric. Runs and holes began appearing throughout her pantyhose as her legs lengthened and widened.

Some of the children covered their eyes upon the sight of their teacher's indecency. But Ms. Reynolds was seething in rage to care. Audible pops and tears could be heard from her shrinking attire, her high heels cracked under her increasing weight and her feet burst out of their confines.

With one last flex, her muscles grew exponentially faster and she outgrew her clothes in seconds, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Ms. Reynolds had become a berserk giantess, standing over 20 feet tall. Bending down just to fit in the classroom. She could feel the power surging through her, but she struggled to keep it under control.

"Close your eyes, children!" she commanded with whatever willpower she had left.

The shooter tried to fire, but the gun just clicked. He had to eject a jammed bullet from his firearm, the sound of the dropped bullet was enough to turn her heated attention back to the gunman.

With all her might, she tackled the man to the ground with her body. She grabbed his arm and crushed it with just two of her fingers so he would drop his weapon. She then proceeded to smash him into the ground with her fist, ending his rampage.

But Ms. Reynolds wasn't done yet.

It wasn't noticeable at first, but she was beginning to grow uncontrollably, her body expanding at an alarming rate.

She struggled to stay in control, knowing that if she lost it, she could cause untold destruction and harm her students. With every ounce of willpower, she forced herself through the tiny door of the room, causing spiderweb cracks to form around its frame.

She crawled through the shrinking hallways of the school, trying to minimize any destruction in the process.

Along the way, she encountered the two other shooters who attacked the school. They shot her with their weapons, and their rifle rounds dug in her skin, but did not penetrate too deply, it felt like being stung by a swarm of bees, which infuriated her even more.

She grabbed Lucas's locker, pulled it off its hinges, and threw it at them to stun the duo. She used this opportunity to leap at one of the men and crush him beneath her weight.

The other man saw what she did with his partner and began to run away in fear. But she was too big and too fast, she stretched out her arm and grabbed him by him by his abdomen and flung him across the hallway and through the school exit.

The force was strong enough the send him careening against the flagpole in front of the school.

He shook his head and snapped back to reality when he heard the sounds of glass shattering and metal tearing apart from inside the building.

Then her face slowly emerged from the school entrance, its doors not large enough to accommodate Ms. Reynold's true size that it disintegrates as every inch of her womanly curves passed through it.

Her eyes still filled with malice and rage, the shooter felt paralyzed, he did not know whether to feel awestruck at the goddess before him, or fear for the monster that has come to end his life.

Finally, Ms. Reynolds forcefully burst through the school doors and stood with all her glory. Her height easily twice that of the building she came out from.

As she lifted her foot to crush the man, her students came out to her, pleading at at their giantess teacher to give him another chance.

"Ms. Reynolds, don't do it!" they cried. "The police are already here to catch the bad men!"

Ms. Reynolds pulled her leg back and got a bit off balanced, she had to lean on the schools rooftop for support.

She covered her face to try to come back to her senses. She had to resist her animalistic urge to cause even more havoc.

As her students anxiously awaited their giant teacher's response, the gunman got up and tried to escape the scene, only to bump into a group of patrol cars which easily surrounded him.

"Ms. Reynolds, please come back to us." Said a little boy who came to her leg and hugged it. Suddenly, she smiled down at them, feeling proud of what she had overcome her alter ego.

She had also protected her students and stopped a potential massacre from happening to her beloved school. But now, her cover is once again blow, her minds raced as to what she will need to do again.

Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to a helicopter blaring nearby. It lands on top of the school and shuts down its engines.

Out comes a woman wearing a thick coat escorted by a couple of women in white suits. Ms. Reynolds scowls, thinking that she will be taken in now that she is revealed.

Her beloved students, however, shouts at the women in the roof. "Please don't take away Ms. Reynolds! She has always been kind to us!" A unison of children's voices could be heard below.

The woman takes out a megaphone and says "Relax, kids, shes not going anywhere! Amelia Reynolds, you're a hard woman to find. calm down, I have only come to offer you an opportunity to join our organization"

There was a brief silence from the crowd below, only to be broken by Ms. Reynolds' booming voice. "What kind of organization...?"

The woman smirks and takes her shades off. "The kind that fights GTS Crime. We are part of the Liberator Corps."

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dreamt i was in an active shooter situation but happened to also find a gun and i was like oh no what should i do ahhh i guess i will try to get him in the leg to give people a chance to get away or get his gun, so i pulled the trigger and the gun fired and a cartoonishly large bullet flew out, hit the guy in the butt, and then bounced off. everyone went completely silent and stock-still in surprise and my alarm went off

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[sjsmith56]

Away Mission - Part 3

Summary: Sloan continues her investigations, then is forced to hide when her workplace is targeted. Bucky finishes his intelligence gathering and requests extraction but is discovered by someone from his past.

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Sloan, OFC, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Jack Rollins, OMC.

Warnings: Bucky recalling abuse while with HYDRA, violence, Bucky immobilized, crude and suggestive language, homophobia, OMC recalls past trauma.

Part 2

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Part 3

Sloan

Working with Tess Murray had opened me up to a whole new level of investigative reporting. She had contacts everywhere, people who fed her bits and pieces of information that she somehow assembled into a complete story. How she convinced those people to talk to her was still her secret but there was no doubt that she was the type of person who could topple dictators. Right from the first teaser story that we put out a month ago, about Bucky signing a contract with Excalibur Security Group, she had insisted that my name also be attached to the pieces she filed.

“You’re doing the grunt work,” she said. “Finding the background on these people who are making things happen away from the public eye. I just get the names from my contacts.”

“Some of them really don’t seem the type to be that influential behind the scenes,” I responded. “I mean, look at this guy.” I pulled up a picture of a man on my laptop, who was supposedly another hire of ESG, according to her contact. “Jake Roberts, aged 49. According to your contact, Roberts was on SHIELD’s Strike team, yet no one by that name or with that face is in any of the documentation that was released by Natasha Romanoff in 2014.”

Tess looked closely at him, then shrugged. “My contacts just give me the names. The thing about mercenaries is that there are some that are exactly what they say they are. Then there are some that aren’t; they’re wanna-be soldiers who pad their resumes just like some of the sad guys who long to be movers and shakers in the business world. Roberts is a bit old to be playing the mercenary game, your ex-boyfriend excluded. He can always claim his record was destroyed when the Triskelion came down.” She dismissed my concern then looked up at me. “Speaking of sad guys, when are you going to put Devlin Horne out of his misery and take him up on his offer of drinks?”

I shut my laptop down and rolled my eyes. The man had been persistent that we should go for drinks. It was beginning to really irritate me. Now Tess was encouraging me to move on? While she went to the ladies' room I stayed to work on some more research. When she returned, she asked if she could make a private call, so I picked up my laptop and left to the sound of her apologizing. As I headed towards the shared office where my desk still was, I heard a commotion from the lobby. There was yelling then I heard the distinctive sounds of gunfire, and I dropped lower to orient myself and hide from the shooter. Bucky had shared with me many times how to survive a workplace shooting and I was surprised to find myself reacting exactly how he had advised. Since escape was impossible, as the lobby was the only exit to the elevators and stairwell, my next option was to hide. As I was right beside my shared office I ducked inside, closed and locked the door then turned off the light. Dropping my laptop on the nearest desk I went to the other side of it and pushed it towards the door, blocking it. Then I went to the next desk and found myself staring into the frightened eyes of Emily, one of our celebrity gossip writers. She was new, starting just a few days ago.

“You okay?” I whispered. She nodded, still terrified. “Stay there, don’t make a sound, no matter what.”

I hid under another desk, scrunched up underneath and pulled the chair in tight. We could hear the gunfire occasionally, then there was a bigger explosion and I wondered if it was a bomb. Someone pulled the fire alarm and for a moment I thought it was a decoy to pull us out of hiding. There was pounding on the door, then the sound of breaking glass, and I could hear the desk being moved.

“Sloan? Are you in here?” It was Devlin, sounding surprisingly calm. “It’s okay, the shooters are down. I pulled the fire alarm to bring the authorities, so we should be okay.”

I pushed the chair out of the way, then started to crawl out. Emily came out as well and that’s when I saw the gun in her hand, pointed at me. Devlin saw it also and if I hadn’t seen it for myself, I wouldn’t have believed it, but he vaulted over the desk that he pushed out of the way and kicked Emily in the shoulder knocking her down enough for her gun to go flying. In one smooth move he pulled a gun out of his waistband and held it to her head.

“Nope,” he said to her. “You’re done, Emily, or should I say, Amelia.” He looked at me. “She’s a contract killer, hired by Excalibur to take you out. This attempt at a random workplace shooting was all to provide a cover for her real target.”

“Me? I’m just the researcher for Tess Murray,” I explained.

“You’re more than that,” said Devlin, as he pulled handcuffs out of another pocket. “Cuff her, tight. I’ve already taken care of Murray.”

As he forced Emily onto her stomach and bring her hands behind her back, I did as he said, then a familiar face walked in, and I slumped back against the desk. Sam Wilson was in his full suit, and he pulled Emily up from the ground, handing her off to a man behind him in a plain tactical suit.

“What the hell is going on?” I was completely confused.

Devlin pressed a button on his neck, revealing his face to be electronically generated. When he peeled it off, I was looking at Clint Barton, retired Avenger. Now I wasn’t just confused, I was also a little angry.

“It’s been you this whole time?”

“Actually, no,” replied Clint. “I mean Devlin was watching you on behalf of SHIELD but when we got an upload of data from Bucky about a month ago that said an attempt might be made on your life and on Tess Murray, Fury decided to pull me in on the mission for extra surveillance. A few days ago, we had a new development and Devlin was put on another assignment so that I could take his place, considering he’s been hitting on you more than guarding you. I was watching both you and Tess Murray, but it became obvious that she wasn’t what she made herself out to be. Then when little Miss Sunshine was tailed to Murray’s penthouse last week, Red Wing picked up a very interesting conversation, about the hit going down today. They were going to make it look like a guy who was revealed to be a child predator in one of the Daily’s news stories come to take his revenge.” He smirked. “Their first plan was to make it look like Bucky killed you and Devlin in a fit of jealousy. Tess noticed he was always asking you out for drinks and thought it made the perfect cover story. It would also keep Bucky captive with Excalibur Security Group, her real employer. She was able to keep track of who got too close to the truth with that company.”

“Why me?” I asked, then another thought hit me. “Wait, Bucky sent you data?”

“Surprised me, too,” said Sam. “He’s been on a deep undercover assignment, so deep he had to burn all of his bridges convincing Excalibur that he was for sale. I only found out when they heard from Bucky again.” His face grew serious. “He called for extraction, but we haven’t been able to find him. So, we’re going to start with Tess Murray and Amelia VanderMas … Emily.”

That’s when I lost it for real, and both Sam and Clint came to me, offering comfort. As they led me out of the office, I grabbed my laptop. If Tess Murray was working for Excalibur Security Group it meant she was feeding me the names herself, burning the identities of those operatives. It was possible some of them weren’t with the group willingly. We just had to find out who. Since I had access to a lot of shared documents as her researcher, I had a place to start. I just hoped they could find Bucky before Excalibur Security Group realized he was undercover.

Bucky

I checked the restraints that held me in the cargo hold of the transport aircraft, figuring they were probably vibranium, designed to keep me confined. It had been a few rough days, that started with the discovery that one of the mercenaries hired as part of the larger contingent, was actually Jack Rollins, former member of SHIELD’s Strike team, and HYDRA operative. Going by the name Jake Roberts, and with a different face, courtesy of extensive plastic surgery, I still couldn’t believe he got the drop on me when he did.

I had just finished my last upload of data to the SHIELD cloud, sending them everything about the plan to invade Wakanda, including the bribe of specific border agents, and diplomats from other countries there on legitimate business. Then I activated my extraction code by speaking the phrase “I want to reclaim my past.” That should have signalled Fury to send in a team to the camp we were in, located in the mountains of the Limpopo Province of South Africa. At the time I was alone, or at least I thought I was, but when I turned around Roberts was there, an evil grin on his face. I hadn’t dealt much with him, but he was always watching me. Now, as he came towards me with a gun, I could smell his aftershave and it all came rushing back where I had smelled it before. Shaking my head, I readied myself to take him down, then he said a word, a single word, ledopad, Russian for icefall, and I couldn’t move a muscle.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned. “If it isn’t the Asset. Didn’t know about the freeze command, did you? Wish I had known before I found it deep in a HYDRA file, a little fail-safe that was programmed into you.” He stood in front of me and spat into my face. “That’s for all of my friends that you hurt when you would have one of your tantrums.”

I tried to work past the paralysis that had frozen me, but I couldn’t, until he grasped my jaw and whispered govorit’, Russian for speak. My jaw loosened, as his spittle dripped off my face.

“I thought you were in the Raft,” I muttered.

“I was, until a well-placed bribe got me out,” he answered. “My skills were appreciated by someone but with my face being known I had to change it. My first assignment was to find out where the others were, but so many were dead or incarcerated, so I was given other work to do, things that HYDRA trained me for. I was lent out to various organizations, a few assassinations here, some bombings there, and acquired a nice nest egg if I ever wanted to retire. But I didn’t because somehow, I knew I would be the one to reel you back in. When you and your bird friend took down the Flag Smashers, I saw an opportunity and helped set up the perfect trap.”

“What are you going to do with me?” I asked, although I had a pretty good idea.

“I’m going to take you to the next incarnation of HYDRA,” he answered. “Only this time, there won’t be anything left for that Wakandan bitch to fix. You’ll be the Winter Soldier forever and I’ll be your handler.” He leaned in real close, so that his mouth was at my ear. “I bet you remember how I liked it, right?”

If I could have killed him then I would have done it and slept easy for the rest of my life. Rollins always was a bastard, a sick one at that. He had taken advantage of me often, him and Rumlow teaming up against me more than once. The abuse I suffered at their hands took a long time to deal with. I wasn’t about to roll over and let him start up again, so I played along. The word he used to freeze me hadn’t been deactivated but now that he said it in my presence and I remembered it there were ways I could fight against it, ways that Shuri had made possible. It would just take time, some meditation and some luck to get to the point where I had control of that word.

The first thing Rollins did, after our little reunion was give me a tranquilizer, likely an overdose of ketamine which would knock me out long enough for him to carry me out. He did and when I came to in a helicopter in flight, I was restrained by vibranium cuffs on both my wrists and ankles. He looked over at me as we flew.

“My superiors were very pleased that I was able to take you down without damage,” he said. “The cuffs are courtesy of them. It took them a long time to accumulate that metal, but they knew the opportunity to get you away from the Avengers would come and once you were isolated it would be easy enough for one motivated man to capture you.”

I looked at him, wondering if the attack on Wakanda was all a ruse to get me away from the Avengers. He laughed. The man was ugly before and ugly still even with his new face. His laughing face was downright maniacal.

“You’re just seeing it now, aren’t you?” he asked. “Excalibur’s client was HYDRA. They do have plans to take Wakanda, but they’ll wait on them until you’re ready and prepared to obey orders without question. They knew that your reluctance to be an assassin meant you had acquired a conscience in the years you were free. You should have just lied to the Colonel. He knew from the start you were lying about being here for the money and when you destroyed my bug it was just confirmation that you were there under false pretences.”

He received a transmission on his headset and acknowledged it, telling the helicopter pilot to put it down at an airfield where a large transport aircraft was. A couple of burly men came out, one with a firearm and one with a tranquilizer gun. Before I could even try to take them on, I felt the sting of a needle in my neck again, no doubt from another ketamine shot.

Except, the body of a super soldier is a wondrous thing. When a sedative is injected that the body isn’t familiar with it allows the full effects to be felt by the subject. But it remembers that substance and the next time it’s injected the body metabolizes it, almost instantly. I acted like it worked, letting my head loll over to the side, and being a full dead weight as they hauled me out of there and onto the aircraft. During all that time I played a little mind game with myself, succeeding in neutralizing the effects of the Russian word ledopad. When I “awakened” this time, I was in the cargo hold of that aircraft, it was in the air, and I was under the watchful eye of Jack Rollins aka Jake Roberts, and the rest of my “team” all watching me, some with smirks on their faces. Shifting so that I leaned against the fuselage I looked at all of them in turn, remembering their weaknesses during training. They all had them, even Rollins, and now that I was in a confined space with them, I figured I would start taking advantage of those weaknesses, and the strengths of two of them in particular.

“So, where are we going now?” I asked, trying to sound confident. “Let me guess, Siberia. The lab where there is still a working memory processing machine since I destroyed the one in Washington. You do know the one in Siberia took damage when Cap and I took on Ironman there.” I registered some surprise in the eyes of the two I hoped still had a conscience. I focused on Ducharme, speaking to him in French. “Never took you to be a fascist, Henri. An opportunist because of your circumstances, yes, but Roberts here is HYDRA. You remember them. I’m pretty sure you were affected by a HYDRA attack on an office building where your brother was killed. I was in cold storage then. They kept me hidden unless they had a high-profile target. But for run of the mill terror stuff they had plenty of willing men to do their dirty work. Cogsworth, for example. If he hadn’t become a mercenary, killing, looting and raping for money, he would have wasted his life as a soccer hooligan. That’s where he was headed until he was recruited to help burn an orphanage in Rwanda.” Ducharme’s face grew dark, and he glanced at the Englishman Cogsworth, a waste of skin I didn’t want on the team as his only skill was being a bully. “I know you’re only in this because you made a mistake that got you kicked out of the military. Your wife, and your three kids have no idea that this is how you put food on the table. It’s a shame you weren’t given a second chance. I mean, I got one. Look how many people I killed but then I had people who believed I was still worth saving. I believe in you, Henri. It’s not too late.”

By the way Ducharme was breathing I could tell he was wavering. The guy did have a core of decency and I meant it that I believed he was worth saving. But he couldn’t do it alone, so I looked at the lone African on the team. Daniel Nwabi was an orphan, turned into a child soldier by some megalomaniac, then rescued by a group who tried to undo years of abuse, drug addiction, and programming inflicted on those kids, most of whom had no chance. I addressed him in Swahili.

“You’re going to help them enslave me, Daniel? Do you remember how helpless you were under the control of Red Jungle? They filled you with drugs, put a gun in your hand and pointed you towards innocent people, saying they were the reason you were a slave. What would Sister Mercy and Father Thierry think if they could see you now? They believed in you, believed you had a future. But you let your demons convince you otherwise. I know all about the demons, Daniel. 70 years of not being in control, killing who they told me to kill. They beat me, raped me, starved me and I still did what they wanted because I didn’t know any better until someone who cared convinced me there was still a good man inside. I’ve been trying my best since then and I’ve lived a good life. This mission was my way of paying back those who helped me, keeping them safe.”

“Shut up,” said Daniel. “You know nothing about me.”

“But I do. Excalibur keeps a full file on everyone. I’ve seen it all, know it all. They keep it so that you’re dependent on them, but I read it to understand why you were part of this. You’ve been paying back the families of your victims, making it possible for their children to go to school and learn a trade so they can take care of their own families. You stood up to an Excalibur unit to protect them and they gave you a choice to join or watch them die. It’s a noble thing, Daniel. But if you help Roberts take me back to the people who kept me their slave for 70 years, nothing will make up for that because they will unleash me on the world, and no one will be able to stop me. I don’t want that. I like living the life of a free man and I haven’t killed since I became one.”

When he looked sideways at Rollins, I knew I had Daniel on my side. Then I glanced at Henri Ducharme, and he nodded subtly at me. To make this work I had to have either my legs or my arms free. I looked at Rollins next.

“I have to take a piss,” I said.

“Go ahead,” he smirked.

I shrugged. “I just thought for old times' sake you might want a look at it,” I said, licking my lips suggestively. “Maybe even cop a feel. You can keep my hands restrained, just undo one of the ankle ones so I can walk to the head.”

There was a look of disgust on some of the other men’s faces, obviously a little homophobic, although the type of abuse that Rollins and Rumlow gave me was all about control, not sexual desire, but give a guy like that an opening and they’ll take it. I could see the wheels turning and he nodded, then leaned over and unlocked one of my ankle restraints. It was all I needed, and I kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into the fuselage. Henri and Daniel moved as well, taking out the men next to them, hitting them hard enough that they didn’t move after. While Daniel held the others with his gun, Henri unlocked the restraints. I went over to Rollins and picked him up by the collar.

He said ledopad, then his eyes grew wide when I didn’t respond like I did before. Before he could say another word, because there was always another word, I clamped my hand down over his mouth.

“You’re so limited,” I spat. “Where’s your cell phone?”

Even as he shook his head, I saw his eyes drift to his jacket pocket, so I hit him, knocked him out and reached inside for the phone. It needed a thumbprint and I put his thumb on the sensor to open it, then I dialled Fury, hoping the aircraft didn’t have a dampening field on it. When the call didn’t go through, I realized it did which meant I wasn’t being tracked. I looked at Henri and Daniel and made an executive decision.

“Immunity on everything associated with this mission,” I offered. “You tie them up, gag Roberts as well, help out at our destination, and I’ll make sure you receive a reward for helping.”

“Who do you work for?” asked Henri. “I mean you were kicked out of the Avengers.”

“Publicly, with great fanfare,” I smiled. “It was set up that way. I’m still an Avenger. No offence but mercenary isn’t a good career move, especially for men with a conscience. Do we have a deal?”

They looked at each other and nodded. I offered my hand to both of them, shaking on it. Then I grabbed a handgun and went to the cockpit. Aiming a gun at the head of the pilot I coughed. The co-pilot looked back at me, startled.

“If you shoot him, I can’t control the aircraft by myself,” he declared.

I looked over the cockpit and smirked. “Sure, you can,” I said. “I could fly this bucket of bolts. Turn off the dampening field.” They looked at each other and I pressed the gun further into the pilot’s head. “Now.”

The pilot nodded and the co-pilot flicked the switch. I dialled Fury again and this time he picked up on the first ring.

“Where the hell are you?” he asked. “Never mind, we’ve just picked up your signal. You’re flying over restricted airspace, Iran. Where’s your destination?”

I pressed the gun into the pilot’s head again. “Belarus,” he said. “A base in Belarus.”

“You heard that?” I asked. “Wakanda was a decoy although they intended on going back after they turned me back into the Soldier. I have an old friend in back … Rollins.”

“I thought he was in the Raft,” replied Fury, and I could imagine him getting someone right on that inquiry.

“A significant bribe was paid to get him out,” I told him. “Underwent plastic surgery but the asshole still wore the same aftershave. It’s HYDRA, they’re Excalibur’s client. Colonel William Moorehouse was in command of the force, so he’s likely been HYDRA’s boy for a while. How do you want to play this, Fury? I have two friendlies with me that I promised immunity and a reward to.”

“To the end,” he said, not reacting to my announcement of the two friendlies. “I’ll activate the rest of the Avengers and we’ll portal into your destination. They made an attempt on Sloan but she’s okay. Sam and Clint know the truth as I read them in. I’ll read the rest in, and we’ll track you. Keep the signal going and good work, Barnes.”

I felt a presence behind me and turned slightly, without letting my eyes off of the pilots, as I placed the phone in my pocket.

“They’re all tied up back there,” said Henri. “What’s next?”

“Keep an eye on these two until I get back,” I said. “Don’t let them flip that switch and don’t let them call for help. I really do have to go to the bathroom. We’re going to Belarus and we’re taking on a base there. You and Daniel are with me, but we’ll have to get you something distinctive to wear, so the Avengers don’t shoot you as hostile.” I turned to let Henri take my place then I stopped. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you for reminding me why I resisted being a mercenary for so long,” he said. “I was desperate but not for this.”

“Well, SHIELD is always looking for a few good men,” I answered, sincere.

He grinned and I left him to guard the pilots while I relieved myself. On the way out I saw a couple of safety vests. They were different enough that my two new friends wouldn’t be mistaken for the Excalibur or HYDRA soldiers. We just had to find out what was at this base in Belarus before I could officially believe this mission was over. Then I had another job to do. I had to make up with my friends and with Sloan, and hope that I could make it right with them.

Part 4

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[agustdakasuga]

What Are You Doing Now? (Yoongi Oneshot)

Genre: Romance, angst, past relationships, oneshot

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Characters: Idol!Yoongi, Ex!reader, Idol!Namjoon (Cameo)

Summary: Now that Yoongi has time to revisit his past, he can’t help but remember and think about the past he had with you. When he sees a glimpse of you one night, he thinks about what could have been and where it all went wrong. Mostly, he wonders what are you doing now.

The alarm ringing made Yoongi jolt. It was time for him to wake up. But was it considering waking up when he hadn’t slept. The entire night, he just laid on his side, in bed, body curled with his hands pressed between his knees. At first, he was just coming down from the adrenaline of the show but that blew over quickly, leaving him to wallow at the end.

With BTS announcing their temporary pause on group activities, Yoongi set off on creating his own schedule.

There was only one goal in mind: Finding his muse again.

He felt embarrassed for himself and to the fans. Having to admit that writing music didn’t come as easy to him anymore, that he didn’t see purpose and reason in spending nights at the Genius Lab anymore.

So he went back to his roots.

He went back underground and started participating in rap battles again. Surprisingly, not many people cared or minded that he was Suga from BTS. Ironically, they were more worried that their underground spots would be swarming with his fans that they voluntarily kept his identity a secret.

His new pseud nickname was ‘The Shooter’, known for his all black outfits, spit fire rap and jabbing lyrics.

Everyone in the rap scene, both rappers and supporters were very chill and it was easy for him to ease his way back into the underground scene.

Last night, just like any other show, Yoongi had an amazing time. Drinks were going around, rappers were having fun taking part in the fun performances on stage and all the supporters in the pit were cheering.

As he waited for his name to be called, Yoongi took a swig of whiskey, standing up and cracking his neck. Once his name was called, he could hear the crowd cheering for him. It wasn’t a night of competition, just one of having fun, people sharing the same passion for rap and music like him. Yoongi hadn’t genuinely smiled like this in a while.

“Shooter! Shooter! Shooter!” The crowd chanted as he began rapping. There weren’t any planned lyrics, it was all freestyle, something Yoongi missed the most. No need for censoring, age restriction or ‘safe’ lyrics.

As he vibed in support of the other rapper on stage, he scanned the crowd. But suddenly, Yoongi felt the wind get knocked out of him.

The person that stood right at the back, face barely visible, only the soft glow of a nearby exit sign helped Yoongi make out the person’s features only slightly.

He didn’t know if it was real, he wasn’t used to seeing the person so far back, not even looking at the stage. This wasn’t a usual mannerism. He was more used to seeing the person vibe in the front row, rather than chat with someone making the music more a background tune.

“Sorry, I need a break!” Yoongi bowed in apology and ran off the stage. No one minded, the other rappers happy to just have more of their verses in the performance. He pulled his headset off, tossing the mic aside.

“Yoongi? You good?” His manager asked.

“Y-Yeah. I need a drink.” Yoongi removed his managers hands from his shoulders and walked out. Instead of heading to the bar like he said, he went to the exit sign.

But you were gone. Yoongi scratched his head with a perplexed face. He let out a long sigh and headed to a bar.

“Whiskey. Neat.” He ordered, sliding onto the bar stool. Holding the patterned crystal glass by the rim, he took a sip and leaned his head against the back of his wrists, one hand steadily holding the glass.

Maybe this was a sign that he should just call it a night, the exhaustion hitting him and he was just seeing things. Yoongi finished the rest of his drink with one gulp and went to find his manager so he could go home. He ignored all the other people that tried to talk to him on the way to the van. Even the drive home was so quiet. Without even a goodbye, Yoongi jumped out of the van the moment it stopped at the driveway and headed to his apartment.

*BARK*

“Good evening, Holly.” Yoongi bent down to pat his head, running his fingers through the soft brown fur. Holly trotted after Yoongi, excited to just hop into bed with his owner.

There was only the sound of Holly’s footsteps and Yoongi’s house slippers shuffling around. Yoongi jumped into the shower first to get himself clean.

Leaning against the cool tiles of his shower stall, he thought back to what happened post breakup.

With ultimate secrecy, he even tried online dating. He was desperate to get rid of any thoughts in relation to him. There was something about his pride, having to show that he moved on first before you did. And some girls were really nice, coming from families that Yoongi��s mother would be excited to meet.

However, something about each of them was off.

It was too different and instead of focusing on how wonderful his date was, Yoongi found himself nitpicking at what she lacked. Not what she lacked as a person but what she lacked compared to you.

You were Yoongi’s person. The person that just clicked with him immediately and complemented his personality and mannerisms.

You had set the bar so high above the moon that Yoongi was never able to find anyone that could even come close.

After his shower, Yoongi poured himself another drink and headed to his bedroom for the night. Holly used the staircase to climb onto the big bed, curling right in the middle, meaning that Yoongi had to sleep at the side.

“Good boy.” Yoongi smiled softly, caressing Holly’s ear between his fingers. He took a seat at the small study desk in his room, it was only there in case he was lazy to head to his actual home studio. While he waited for his laptop to turn on, he scrolled on his phone, checking social media and messages from his group members.

‘New gaming set up! - Seokjin hyung’

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It was weird at first, not having all members living together. But Yoongi was glad for his own space. He could decorate it how he liked it, going for a minimalist look and do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

‘Yoongi hyung! I hope your performance tonight went well! If you don’t mind, I sent you the new beats I was working with for track 4? There’s no rush but I would love to hear your opinion on it! - Jiminie’

Right, with the announcement of solo albums coming out, Yoongi was not only working on his own music but helping the others too.

Yoongi let out yet another sigh, this one full of despair. He rubbed his face with his hands in frustration, he hated that he had let you into his mind to invade his thoughts again.

*whimper*

“I’m alright, Holly ah.” Yoongi turned to the dog, who rested his head on his paws and looked up at his dad.

You loved Holly a lot and Holly loved you too. While he wasn’t known to be the best with strangers, just like his dad, Holly immediately took a liking to you. Your dream was to work with animals and Yoongi would never forget the way your eyes just lit up when you were with an animal.

You and Yoongi… You dated for so long that everyone thought you were going to get married.

You met when you were both 17, in high school. Yoongi went to an all boys school and you went to an all girls school but you met since you both take the same route home together.

As a kid, Yoongi was always teased about wanting to do music, even his family strongly disapproved of it. They always ended up arguing over how music is never a stable living, especially since Yoongi’s family struggled financially.

But you were the only one that supported him and his dreams. You listened to every lyric and tune that Yoongi put together.

When the first offer came, you encouraged Yoongi to take it. Every criticism, you worked through it with him. He knew he could trust you to tell him the truth and never hide anything from him.

Despite the financial struggle, Yoongi still pushed on, thanks to you. He promised to marry you, even going as far to plan out the house that you would live in together, the design mirroring the current apartment that he stayed in quite a bit. The first sign of success was when he was offered a contract by Big Hit Entertainment after placing second in a competition.

“Should I do song writing or rap?” Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at the sign up sheet.

“Wanna flip a coin?” You offered.

“Aegi… This is serious.” Yoongi gave you a flat look. You threw your head back with laughter, reaching out to cup your boyfriend’s cheeks, positioning his head up so that it faced you. 

“Listen, Min Yoongi. You got this, alright? Whether you wanna rap, write music or split an atom, heck even if you wanna fly! Go for it!” You grinned.

“Come here, you.” Yoongi softened, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

“Whatever happens, I’ll make sure to work hard and let you live the best life you could ever have, okay? Even if I have to fight my way to make it to the top, I will.” He pressed his forehead against your cheek to hold you close.

“And I’ll be there too. Fighting with you. Watch my technique.” You did mini punches with your fists.

“Yeah, you’ll definitely scare them off.” Yoongi chuckled, watching you with adoration. You weren’t usually this childish and playful, he knew you were just acting like that so he wouldn’t be so stressed and it really worked. Being with you made him feel calmer.

“Yeah so don’t mess with me! That includes you too, Min Yoongi. I’ll beat you up if I have to.” You huffed with a frown. Yoongi laughed so hard that the laughs escaping him were silent. 

“I wouldn’t dare.” 

“I’ll buy you a big house, you can decorate it how you’d like and we’ll have as many animals as you’d like.” Yoongi smiled softly. 

“Do you really mean that? Because be prepared for me to bring home different animals to take care of and nurse through the night.” You warned with a chuckle. Yoongi tucked a stray hair behind your ears.

“I’ll even stay up with you to keep watch.” He promised. 

Yoongi fell back against the back rest of his chair, staring into space while he head pressed against the head rest. He wondered if you really got the job you wanted and are living the life that you dreamt of. The both of you were so sure that by now, you would be in a home of your own together, just enjoying your lives together.

This proved to make it hard to be productive. So Yoongi headed to bed. He didn’t sleep, his mind too busy running wild. Even talking to ARMY on Weverse wasn’t enough. That emptiness in his chest was back after so many years. 

When Yoongi’s alarm rang the following morning, he got up to feed Holly first. He wasn’t hungry so he didn’t need breakfast. 

Sitting at his kitchen island with a big cup of iced americano, he called Namjoon over to his house. 

“Hey, hyung.” Namjoon removed his shoes as he entered.

“Hey. Thanks for coming, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi forced a smile. Honestly, Yoongi didn't know why he called Namjoon over. Maybe he felt that someone being around would take his mind off of you. 

He made Namjoon a coffee as well, the both of them chilling in Yoongi’s living room with soft rap music playing in the background. 

“I saw her last night... She was at the show I was performing at. It’s been a few years and she still looks the same.” Yoongi said, looking down at the cup in his hands. Namjoon would know what Yoongi is talking about. After all, you became best friends with Namjoon after getting together with Yoongi.

“I see...” Namjoon didn’t really know what to say. Yoongi knew why. It was because Namjoon was still in contact with you. Despite breaking up with Yoongi, you were on good terms with Namjoon. 

“I know you’re still talking to her and that you follow her on your other social media account.” Yoongi cleared his throat. 

“You’re right. But do you really want to know, hyung?” Namjoon was uncertain.

“After seeing her last night, I just need to know how she is. And what she’s up to now.” Yoongi confessed. Maybe knowing how you were doing would calm him down and he could move on again.

“Fine. Here.” Namjoon handed you his phone with your social media page on it. Yoongi was careful with the scrolling, not wanting to accidentally like a picture. 

“She’s working as a vet nurse now. And volunteers at an animal rehabilitation centre...” Namjoon explained as Yoongi came upon a photo of you cuddled with a baby penguin.

“She achieved her dream... She actually did it, huh?” Yoongi didn’t even realise the proud smile he had on his face as he heard Namjoon’s words about you. Just like him, you had achieved your dream. The both of you made it to the future that you wanted for yourselves. While you were working with animals, he was successfully writing music. 

“We don’t chat all the time with our busy schedules but she asks about you from time to time. She’s happy that we made it, that you achieved your dream as well. She’s really happy for you, hyung.” Namjoon said softly. 

“She asks about me?” Yoongi blinked in confusion. Namjoon nodded his head. 

Honestly, Yoongi didn’t know why he didn’t contact you. You didn’t exactly part on bad terms. The both of you grew apart and things just weren’t healthy anymore, there wasn’t any communication.

But as you parted, you told Yoongi that he could always call you and that you would still always be supporting him no matter what. 

Yoongi did contemplate calling you. Maybe remaining friends was a possibility but Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to call you. What if you were just saying it to be nice? 

Did you want him to call in the first place? 

If you really wanted to talk to him again, you would have called him right? Instead of waiting for him to call you. 

However, now you were both living in that ideal future that you both dreamt about. The only thing that was missing was your plans of still being together, sharing many new firsts as a couple, maybe even getting married and starting a family of your own at this age. 

Your dreams and aspirations of success didn’t seem so far anymore, it didn’t feel like something out of reach or a fantasy anymore. The both of you had been through a lot, as a couple and as individuals. 

Maybe now was the time to put that in the past and start anew again. 

“Did she... move on?” Yoongi asked. He knew that you were pretty and in the years that he dated you, you had many suitors. It wouldn’t be surprising if you have a new partner.

“She-” 

“You know what? I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me. I shouldn’t even be caring about that.” Yoongi cut the younger off with a wave. 

After a couple of drinks and some takeout lunch, Namjoon left. He was needed at the studio to go through the new tracks for Taehyung’s solo album. Yoongi laid on his bed. He regretted not letting Namjoon reply whether you were attached now. It was going to eat at him until he knew. 

He needed to find a way to speak to you. Turning in his chair, he scratched his head as he faced his computer screen. Would it be weird if he appeared at your work? It definitely would. 

“You do it, Holly. You call your mum.” Yoongi put the phone in front of the poodle, who took his toy and turned around, ignoring his dad. 

Over the next few days, Yoongi tried to distract himself, going back to the underground performances, producing music for his upcoming solo album and helping the other members with their own music production. 

“Good work today.” Yoongi said to Jimin.

“Thanks, hyung.” Jimin grinned with a wave and left the studio. Just as the door closed, Yoongi’s phone beeped on his desk. 

‘Coincidentally, hyung. Jungkook took Bam to the vet and guess who’s in the neighbourhood for her rotation. He bumped into her as she was clocking out. - Namjoon’

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Yoongi’s eyes widened at the image from that Jungkook sent to Namjoon and was subsequently sent to him. Jungkook was seen posing with you, hugging Bam. You were smiling happily, dressed casual but stylish, the same style you and Yoongi always had. You were wearing an old shirt, tied to make it more fitting and skinny jeans. 

That ‘old shirt’ you wore, Yoongi couldn’t believe that you still kept it, much less wore it out. It was Yoongi’s shirt that you stole from him. There was a lot of significance in it. 

Prior to debut, Yoongi couldn’t afford branded clothes. This was the first branded shirt he wore. You had found it and taken ownership of it.

“Jagi, where’s the-” Yoongi stopped at the bedroom door just as you pulled the shirt over your head.

“Where did you find this?” Yoongi came forward, bending down. His fingers grabbed the edge of the sleeve, a soft smile on his face.

“I was looking for my skirt and found it. I’ve never seen you wearing this before and judging by your reaction, you haven’t seen it in a bit? It seems old and faded.” You asked. 

“Oh, I didn’t tell you when I got it. But this was the first branded shirt I bought when I saved enough money from producing. I thought I lost it somewhere but I’m glad you found it. I don’t wear it anymore but it’s nice to have as a memory.” Yoongi patted your head. 

“I should remove it then.” You moved to pull the shirt over your head but Yoongi stopped you by grabbing your wrists.

“No, aegi. It looks good on you. You should keep it.” He chuckled. 

“Really?” 

���Of course. You look cute.” Yoongi chuckled. The shirt was so big that you were practically swimming in it. But in Yoongi’s eyes, only you could look so cute in such an old shirt. 

“Let me see.” Yoongi pulled you to stand up. The shirt was a dress on you but you made it work, of course. He sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed your hands on his head as he leaned against your abdomen.

“I didn’t think you would be the sentimental type, Yoon.” You teased with a giggle. This was the man that said he never wants to re-produce the same song, that he has no regrets for any content that he has ever put out and that you should only be looking at the future, never the past. It was surprising that he kept this shirt.

“You’re right, I’m not sure why I kept it too. I guess that’s why I’m not so fussed about you having it.” He looked up at you. 

Yoongi smiled fondly at the memory. Thanks to you, he was able to find such joy in even the most mundane moments. You always found a way to brighten up any room that you walked into and make people smile. 

Ever since you started dating, he was the silent affectionate kind of guy. You were fine with that, you loved Yoongi for Yoongi. You didn’t want or need him to change. 

But with being having silent affection, that also meant Yoongi was used to hiding his emotions instead of sharing and discussing them. 

After so many years of your relationship, you felt your relationship growing distant. Even the smallest communication you had was gone and the both of you were growing incessantly frustrated with each other. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were taking Holly with you?” Yoongi asked on the phone, frowning when he came home to find the house dark and empty. There was no sign of you or the brown poodle anywhere. He heard you let out a soft sigh and apology to whoever you were with.

“Hang on. Let me get out of the study hall.” You said to Yoongi. Yoongi waited quietly, the frown still on his face as he tapped his foot against the ground.

“I needed to go for study hall so I brought Holly with me. Don’t worry, he’s fine and well taken care of.” You spoke calmly.

“You still shouldn’t have just taken him without telling me.” 

“Yoongi, I honestly didn’t even know if you were coming home tonight. Holly and I haven’t seen you in a week. I took him with me for the night so he wouldn’t be alone.” You finally approached the sensitive topic.

“Why do you have to say it like that? You know I’m busy with this comeback and the extra producing jobs.” Yoongi sighed.

“I know... Yoongi. I understand, you know I do... But try to understand it from my point of view too. How many nights I wait up, not sure if you’re having dinner or even coming home to sleep. You don’t answer your phone, no updates, nothing. When was the last time we even saw each other in the flesh? Much less, talked on the phone like this.” You sighed. 

“You know I can take care of myself. It’s not like something is going to happen to me at the studio.” 

“Look, I have to go. We’ll talk soon. There’s leftovers in the fridge you can heat up if you’re hungry.” You didn’t want to argue with him, you wanted to leave this call as soon as possible. 

“Where are you now? Why are you even staying out the entire night?” Yoongi asked before you had the chance to hang up on him.

“I told you, I have a major presentation to do and an exam to study for. Plus, I’m more productive in school, where my professors and classmates are. I’ll be home tomorrow and I promise we’ll talk then.” You replied.

“I’m coming to get you now.” 

“No, Yoongi. Just stay home and sleep, I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” You were just exhausted with this conversation. 

After you hung up, Yoongi went to check the calendar on your desk. His eyes widened, the exam you were studying for wasn’t an ordinary exam. It was your vetenarian medicine placement exam, the most important one. Now he felt bad, he didn’t have the guts to face you now. 

You had returned home the next morning, even making sure to come home earlier because you felt bad for leaving the conversation with Yoongi. But even at 6am, the house was empty. Holly trotted in and around the apartment.

“Guess he’s busy, huh?” You sighed, scratching Holly’s head. 

And this was just the beginning of your fights with Yoongi. All the fights that were left in the air with no chance for you to talk it out with him, plus you saw each other less and less. 

In the end, you decided that it wasn’t healthy for you to continue this. You both parted unwillingly and in tears but it was ‘for the best’.

-

You waved to the last patient that walked out before returning back to the nurses’ station. Yawning, you stretched your arms over your head. 

“Heading home for the night?” 

“I’ll just do one more round before handing over to the night shift. Have a nice night, doctor.” You smiled. The doctor nodded and waved before leaving. Grabbing the clipboard from the box, you went to the cages where the animals that were hospitalised were resting. You did the routine checks on them. Just as you were finished, the team for the night shift came in. 

“Good work today!” They smiled as they took over from you. 

“Thank you. Have a nice night.” You wished. Going to the locker room, you grabbed your bag. You smiled softly at the small picture of Holly you hung up in your locker. 

“Hope you’re doing well.” You chuckled at the photo. Before heading off, you went to the main back area.

“Suga, time to go home.” You reached in to gently lift the sleeping kitten. The white feline opened his eyes, leaning into the warmth of your touch.

“Let’s go home.” You carried him in your arms. This kitten was new, it was a rescue that a good samaritan brought to the clinic. For some reason, his mannerisms just reminded you of your ex boyfriend. 

You couldn’t help but be drawn to him that you adopted him, even naming him Suga. He followed you into work because his health still wasn’t 100% and you needed to check on him every now and then. Also, the doctors assisted you in making sure he was checked up on and vaccinated. 

“Sleepy boy.” You smiled endearingly. After bidding everyone goodbye, you checked your messages that you received during the day while you couldn’t be on your phone.

‘Hey. I know it’s been a while... How are you?- Yoongi’

You weren’t expecting the sudden message from your ex boyfriend. You hadn’t spoken to him since the break up. 

‘Hey, sorry for replying so late. I’m good, Yoongi. What about you? - (y/n)’

‘Glad to hear, Jungkook told me he saw you when he took Bam to the vet. But Bangtan’s taking some time off. We’re doing some solo albums and performances now. - Yoongi’

‘I heard. I’m glad, you all deserve a break. - (y/n)’

‘I actually wanted to ask you... - Yoongi’

‘Ask me? - (y/n)’

‘I’ve been thinking a lot about everything... you, me, whatever happened... You didn’t deserve that, (y/n). We should have communicated and talked things out instead of hiding it. Maybe we will never get back to what we used to be. Even if we have to start all over again, right from the start of everything. I think we can work it out. - Yoongi’

‘You’re right, Yoongi. We were getting frustrated but unable to tell each other. As promising as it sounds, do you think we can really make things work again? - (y/n)’

‘I do. I still love you. - Yoongi’

‘Honestly, I don’t know how I feel. Maybe there’s still love there but there’s still hurt too. - (y/n)’

‘It’s okay. Let’s not get too far and just talk things out, you don’t have to make a decision on anything now. Maybe talking will bring you some clarity on what you feel.  Even if at the end, things still aren’t meant to be. At least this will be the closure we need. - Yoongi’

‘Alright. - (y/n)’

‘What are you doing now? - Yoongi’

~~

Ko-fi

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[partly-hueman]

Evelyn Dieckhaus tried bravely to save her classmates by pulling the fire alarm at The Covenant Elementary School in Nashville

Hero schoolgirl, 9, who died trying to pull fire alarm to stop trans shooter opening fire on her friends.

Remember Her.

#lgb without the t #hero #Nashville #Remember

[willbyerswithagun]

This is the fourth time my entire school year we have had someone report something!!!

1st was a bomb threat

2nd someone pulled the fire alarm and said it was a shooter

3rd was when the school next to us had a report there would be a shooter

4th was today when someone posted on social media about shooting up the school

SO. isn't this fun 😋

Gotta love 'Merica 😍

Home of the gun owners 😈

#god bless America #/j #i hate it here #wtf #i should be able to walk into class and not be ready with an exit plan to leave if theres a threat #gotta love gun laws 😍 #im ranting rn so ignore this

[beardedmrbean]

A 25-year-old man with a criminal history was arrested and charged with a hate crime for allegedly firing BB pellets at a Jewish father and son outside a kosher Staten Island market over the weekend, police announced Tuesday.

Jason Kish was charged with assault as a hate crime, reckless endangerment and endangering the welfare of a child over the Sunday attack that came amid a rash of Anti-Semitic hate crimes across the Big Apple.

Kish allegedly drove past the pair, who were wearing yamulkas and other traditional Jewish garbs, and fired shots from the driver’s side window, police said. The duo was returning a shopping cart in front of the Kosher Island market in Meiers Corners when they were attacked.

Surveillance video captured the moment the 7-year-old boy was clipped in the ear. He ducks, covers his head and looks at his father in confusion. His father, who was struck in the chest, lets go of the cart and tends to his son as the drive-by shooter speeds off. They were both treated for minor injuries.

Police began canvassing for Kish’s Mustang as soon as the crime was reported, Detective bureau chief Michael Baldassano said Tuesday. Kish was pulled over about an hour into the search, ID’d and released.

After reviewing the security footage of the shooting and comparing it to bodycam footage of Kish being pulled over, police realized both Mustangs had the same distinctive marking, Baldassano said.

Ring footage taken from a home a few blocks away from the kosher market also captured Kish allegedly holding a pellet gun out the window of his mustang.

“A father and son, simply going to the store to buy groceries for their families, like I did the day before in my neighborhood, were shot at by someone who was acting — we believe and we will allege in court — out of hatred,” Staten Island District Attorney Michael McMahon said at a press conference Tuesday.

“And while we thank God that no one was seriously injured, this violent incident underscores the alarming increase in anti-Semitic hate crimes that we see, and from its rhetoric, in our country, in our city, in our state.”

Anti-Semitic hate crimes jumped 125% in November compared to the same month last year, stats show.

There have been 278 reported anti-Semitic attacks this year, a 52.7% increase from the same period last year, NYPD data shows.

“You have to think about the impact of this,” Mayor Eric Adams said Tuesday. “No severe injury, but emotionally the severity is real.”

“That young man may never walk that street again without thinking about that incident.”

Kish has had other run-ins with the law; he’s been previously charged with petty larceny and menacing.

Adams encouraged New Yorkers to not only report crimes and provide information to police, but to create posters to show that the city is against discrimination.

“We are not going to allow hate to run our city,” Adams said.

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