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cuddles-with-dragons · 3 months

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a shitload of incorrect quotes

Tech: *clicks pen* Crosshair: *clicks pen in response* Wrecker: Stop that. Tech: Stop what? Wrecker: You’re talking about me in Morse code! Tech: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out! *later* Crosshair, to Omega: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

Hunter: What’s something you guys are better than Crosshair at? Wrecker: Mario Kart. Omega: Yeah, all video games except first-person shooters and The Last Of Us. Tech: Emotional vulnerability.

Tech: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Hunter: Maybe a bit tipsy? Echo: Drunk. Wrecker: Wasted. Crosshair: Dead.

Echo, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Tech, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Crosshair, pulling out a Pokémon card: Absol, I choose you! Hunter, trembling: What are we playing?!

Wrecker: What is love? Hunter: An emotional minefield. Tech: A neurochemical reaction. Omega: Baby don't hurt me.

Crosshair: What starts with F and ends with Uck? Echo: No it doesn't. Tech: Firetruck! Omega: FUCK!

Omega: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Hunter: You’re too young to have enemies. Omega: You don’t even know.

Crosshair: If I die, you can have what little I own. Hunter: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Crosshair: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Hunter: Hunter: *Sigh* Let me call your therapist again.

Nexu: I’m not a doctor, I’m a medic. Wrecker: What’s the difference then? Nexu: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Crosshair: Note to self; never get shot.

Crosshair: Hand me the people opener. Hunter: ... Hunter: Pardon? Crosshair, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me! Hunter, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER? Crosshair: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle? Hunter: Knife. It's called a knife.

Omega, hugging Crosshair: Do you feel any better? Crosshair: I feel much better now that you're here with me. *Hunter walks in* Crosshair: I feel half better.

Hunter: Would you rather kill Tech, or— Echo: Yes, kill them. Hunter: I didn’t say the other thing— Echo: I don’t need to hear it. Tech: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

Benji, to cadet Crosshair: Oh my stars you are so cute and small! Crosshair: *proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away* Hunter, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Crosshair cute or small.

Hunter: Omega is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind. Crosshair: Murder? Omega: Murder.

Hunter: How high are you? Crosshair: 6'4". Tech: No, he's asking what drugs are you on. Crosshair: Oh, antidepressants, why?

Crosshair: Hey, do you know the password to Hunter’s computer? Omega: Fuck you, Crosshair. Crosshair: Hey!! Omega: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouCrosshair". Crosshair: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Omega: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Echo: Wasn’t Crosshair with you? Crosshair: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Tech: I will find us a ride. Tech: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone. Omega: Oh, please. We're not children. *Tech leaves* Omega, casually: ...Eat shit and die. Crosshair, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

Omega: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Crosshair: I'm a knife. Wrecker, from across the room: He's the little spoon.

Crosshair: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Echo: I like how this is a "fun" fact. Hunter: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #clone trooper oc #mandalorian oc #so uh benji is a mando that trained commandos on kamino #and nexu is a clone oc of mine #crosshair actually likes hugs but will never admit it

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callmearcturus · 10 months

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I find the idea of Benji having like 20 exgirlfriends, boyfriends, and personfriends; while Ethan has dated like 3 people in his entire life, to be hilarious, and now I'm going to integrate it into my headcanons for both of them.

I MEAN I tend to think that before the Prague Job, Ethan was an ethical slut, and it's implied he's having a threesome with Jack and Sarah. (I mean, I literally do not know how else to interpret that line, I have put on my Straight Person Goggles and that line does not make sense unless they are all three dating.) He's flirty and openly teases people.

Then the Prague Job goes fuckways, and Ethan's entire demeanor feels like a very sharp object that neither he nor anyone else knows how to handle. He def fucked Max in the back of that car (I feel like this is even implied by her later dialogue). But its not friendly and fun anymore, it's sharp and dangerous and almost his barricade Ethan is using for his own protection.

AND THEN THERE IS CLAIRE. Claire is trying her best to manipulate the shit out of Ethan, to keep his attention on her and her 'mourning' of Jim rather than the fact Jim is alive and both of them are toying with Ethan.

That extended sequence where Ethan and Jim are talking about "what happened in Prague" intercut with Ethan figuring out what actually happened in Prague-- there's a moment when Ethan pegs Claire as having killed some of the team, but he changes his mind and casts Jim in the role instead because... he doesn't want Claire to be part of this.

TAKE ALL THAT and marry it to the fact that Claire keeps initiating touch with Ethan, tries to get him to comfort her-- that scene with her sleeping on the floor and taking his hand to kiss it is tremendously fucked up.

(I once listened to a podcast that mentioned claire was kind of ethan's love interest and like WOW no. nope. that's not what's happening even a little.)

oh my god i'm rambling but WHAT I AM SAYING is that Ethan has immense trauma that is fueled by sexual manipulation and it honestly feels like it. Twink Ethan as an ethical slut had fun and didn't have to worry about this shit and was all about fair play. Then he has a brief stint as a bad boy that goes badly because robert towne can't write a movie. Then the next we see him he's GETTING MARRIED and leaving the game.

This post is already too long so lets continue. MI3 is fascinating because it's the one I hate the most but Julia and Ethan are tremendous, and the work put into humanizing him is amazing. He's enjoying playing as a doting husband (and 'playing' is inaccurate, he's not lying) and it actively trying to carve himself out of the IMF while multiple people (INCLUDING HIS BEST FRIEND LUTHER) undermine him.

But he still tries, and he leaves, and he's out.

And it all goes to shit. Which is this tremendous tragedy of Ethan Hunt frankly. He put in the work and-- you know the phrase "he's got skin in the game"? Well Ethan had a lot of skin in the game and he let it flay him on his way out just for a chance to actually be out.

GP Ethan is a wildly changed man, but in a way that honestly makes perfect sense to me. The trajectory of his character by design or by accident is an easily tracked arc. (I think McQuarrie gets me on this, or I get him, either or.)

After GP, there is simultaneously an emotional honesty to Ethan... but there's a physical distance. He's older, he's wiser, he's tired, and he's not dragging Benji or Ilsa into a pharmacy closet to have sex. That's not him anymore. But also, there is more raw emotion to everything he does. He feels like he's always on the back foot.

(He comes across as incredibly asexual to me honestly.)

Compared Twink Ethan flirting his way through MI1 to Fallout Ethan getting kissed by the White Widow and having ZERO reaction.

/clutches Ethan to my chest. i love this tired old man.

MEANWHILE: Benji is hot and has a hot bossy streak and has amazing fashion sense. He can get it, he just can't keep it because when Ethan has a job, so does Benji, sooooo yep. lmao.

#meri47 #long post #w h o o p s #mission impossible #ethan hunt #benji dunn

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 7 months

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Contains SPOILER from: Lofi Beats to Capture Children to - Chapter 17 (if you did not read it yet)

The second hand embarrassment 😭😭😭 SUNNNYYYYY

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"I AM NOT MOON"

UUUUU~~Passiv agressiv Sun, here we are~

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BOB YOU LUCK B*😂😂😂

And you do not even know yet how lucky that abscence was... I could smooch you for it, but I will leave it to Tedler

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Maaan. This 2 dumbass/pos really like when Vanessa manhandles them~ 😏

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“To be or not to be! That is the question!” Sun blurted out in panic. "

NO SUNNY😂😂😂😭😭😭Nooooo *facepalm*

...

Benji?????😂😂😂😂😂😂

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Vanessa...TEASED?!

LETS GOOOO!! I AM HERE FOR IT >:D

*chanting progress* progress. progress. progress!

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PRINCESS😏...TRAPPED😏 ....in a TOWER😏😏

And a KNIGHT😏... who RESCUE her?😏😏😏

I see what you did there~

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"YOU BETTER BE WATCHING VANESSA???"

"THIS IS FOR YOU?!?!?"

AAAFFGGDDDHHH <333🙈🙈🙈🤯 I am flabbergasted, and I am not even Vanessa...

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Wait... how could Moon swear?🤔

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"…..acting protocols….idiot…."

This line made me snort laugh😂😂❤️

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"Wait…. You watch footage of me?

Oh shit !"

Oh shit indeed Sunny!!😂😂😂😂😂I love them, oh Lord, give mercy😂😂😂😂♡

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O MY GOD! 😳😳😳😳

This next part is just pure ART!!!!!!!!!!!

DANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY DESCRIBED <3

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"'NO! You have the GAL to tell me You're the victim in all this?! ...'"

Uuuuuu Sunny...that... that was a low blow...

But understandable :,) 😭😭😭😭😭💔

I just wanna jank this 2 away from eachother by their collar and lecture them about not hurting eachother till they finally calm down...

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Moon bluffing his way out, to show himself strong, and hide his insecurities from Sun is just 💔

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Oh... they blacked out

Oh... they collapsed

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"The back of their faceplate on WHAT????????

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so wait...

Those black tendrils were smoke? *gasp*

I had to make a meme from this:

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DANA !!! THIS... THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL. NEVER AGAIN DOUBT YOURSELF. You outdone yourself with this chapter. Worth all the waiting♡ Every time♡

AWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ;A;

Thank you for such a long and nice comment!

That meme reaction was so perfect I had to scream and show it in the group chat.

Which is honestly the Appropriate reaction.

"BOB YOU LUCK B*😂😂😂

And you do not even know yet how lucky that abscence was... I could smooch you for it, but I will leave it to Tedler"

Bob is so lucky. We'll find the reasons for his absence soon enough. Also, for Vanny's plan specifically.... Bob is a blessing in disguise to them as well. Something that will become abundantly clear the next chapter.

"Vanessa...TEASED?!

LETS GOOOO!! I AM HERE FOR IT >:D

*chanting progress* progress. progress. progress!

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PRINCESS😏...TRAPPED😏 ....in a TOWER😏😏

And a KNIGHT😏... who RESCUE her?😏😏😏

I see what you did there~

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"YOU BETTER BE WATCHING VANESSA???"

"THIS IS FOR YOU?!?!?"

AAAFFGGDDDHHH <333🙈🙈🙈🤯 I am flabbergasted, and I am not even Vanessa..."

HEHEHEHEH

I'm glad that you picked up on that. I'm wondering if it's almost too subtle the way their development is happening.

Because I've also gotten comments from people saying they have no idea how the Daycare Attendant can ever come to 'like' (or love) Vanessa. At least, according to Moon, and what Moon is implying in Twins.

Makes me feel I'm doing the slowburn wrong....

But I think that's just cause people can't see the development into the far future like I can.

as far as the audience concerned, They kinda hate eachother? Maybe?

but... A lot of human characters Sun and Moon interact with are SUPER prickly and become friends and allies later. (Bob, Vanessa...Ted.... Heck even Moon and Sun are prickly toward themselves) The Protag in Twins really being the one who is nice to them first.

"so wait...

Those black tendrils were smoke? *gasp* "

Nope. They're not smoke.

The mother that Moon killed during the staff meeting, had long black hair. ;)

#AWWAAAAAAAAAA #lofi capture fic #lofi spoilers #danachan's replies

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rebeccalouisaferguson · 9 months

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Considering how the film opens, Ilsa faking her own death could make sense. Having been hiding out for days in the Arabian Desert, Ilsa finds herself ambushed by bounty hunters, and when Ethan arrives to help her, he finds his pal lying face down on the ground pretending to be dead. That last part is revealed in a flashback later on – before that, director Christopher McQuarrie lets us believe she really has bitten the dust for a little while. In the flashback, Ethan helps a wounded Ilsa onto a horse and shouts, "You're dead, stay dead." Hmm, foreshadowing, much?

It's entirely possible that Ferguson's schedule – she's been busy fronting Apple TV Plus series Silo and Denis Villeneuve's two-part Dune adaptation recently – just didn't allow her to have a bigger role in Dead Reckoning Part One. Not that that helps take the sting out.

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Deciding on Ilsa's demise was "really tough," McQuarrie said in an interview with USA Today. But it was one we knew we had to make for the movie to have stakes and for the movie to remain Mission. Mission is primarily Ethan's journey (and) there is this continuum that the people closest to him, he tends to lose them. It was a really tricky conversation for us to have, and we knew that there would be some reactions to that, but we also knew this is the reality of the world that's been created over seven movies."

Talk about fridging! Was Ilsa the only character getting in the way of Ethan's journey? He's known Luther and Benji longer than he's known her, so if McQuarrie really wanted to up the stakes heading into the eighth chapter, wouldn't it have worked better to kill either of those two off? That said, how well you know someone doesn't really seem to matter when it comes to the IMF.

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Grace breaks down talking about Ilsa and says she's "the reason she's dead". Luther interjects with a firm no, and adds, "She's the reason you're alive." It's a subtle line, but it could mean that the team know more than they're letting on.

Grace then questions whether the IMF boys will protect her, which prompts Ethan to admit that they can't promise to because, as proven a few hours before, things can go terribly, terribly wrong. He does vow, however, that if she joins them, her "life will mean more to [him] than [his] own."

"You don't even know me," Grace claps back, to which Ethan replies: "What difference does that make?"

On the surface, it's a sweet sentiment but read a little deeper into it, and it's a truly bizarre and sour note to hit following a main character's death. It inadvertently suggests that a stranger on the street is just as important to him as his nearest and dearest and, more crucially, that his years knowing Ilsa essentially counted for nothing in the end. My personal love of the character (and Ferguson) aside, I really hope Part Two sees her return to trick The Entity, kill some guys with her thighs, save the day, and prove that's not the case.

#rebecca ferguson #ilsa faust #christopher mcquarrie #mi7 spoilers #mission impossible dead reckoning part one #mission impossible #mi7 #film

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icouldntfindquiet · 8 months

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Komaric deleted their account cause they were too busy to be a mod. I got confirmation earlier cause it was so sudden.

Nobody knows who the new members are besides those working on the album. I have my reasons to suspect the new musicians could be certain people but I’m not spreading speculation purely from my end. I’ll only spread things if it’s been vetted by those close to the band. Not going to speak about Benji cause it’s not my place to but it’s pretty clear where he stands considering all that’s happened. 😉 Sardy could be playing instruments on the album for all we know lmao.

I doubt Bondy will ever be back. Saying there were dysfunctional relationships is a pretty big middle finger. When music isn’t fun to play anymore it gets incredibly draining. It can really take its toll on people and their well-being if you don’t love what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. Maintaining a band is like maintaining a marriage. Definitely appreciative of all that’s happened though. Catfish will always be a massive part of Van, Benji, Bondy and Bob’s life. It’s the biggest they’ve ever been. So many musicians would kill for what Catfish had. Im very happy they all got the credit they deserve. Catfish as we know them will always be a great band.

Ah, thank you! Well he could’ve resigned without deleting his account but maybe he doesn’t want people contacting him. 😕

I’m curious who you suspect. 👀 Wait, what were you thinking for Benji? Is it a good 😉?? Don’t leave me hanging!!

And that’s true. I think everyone’s initial reaction to Bondy’s statement is that it’s a big middle finger to them but I actually find his statement to be quite professional and he was nice to say what the problem was. I hope they see it as constructive criticism rather than an insult. So on that note, if you don’t think Bondy will join the band, do you think they’ll ever be on talking terms again?

#talk

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lunchiemunchies · 1 month

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Quick notes and ideas/predictions about iwtv season 2 I wanted to get off my chest before any of it comes out. I wont be tagging it because a lot of it might seem "obvious" or "wrong" because I wasn't locked on behind the scenes photos, etc. Let me have some fun, i gush about the show to irl people but they don't Get It like I do

●Daniel has "two wives", but is obviously alone at the start of the show. One is 100% Armand, just misremembered. I would want to say he is "Alice" due to the similar naming, which is why Armand lit up when Daniel thought of her. OR hes the second unnamed, unremembered wife, and his fascination with Alice has to do with knowing how Daniel struggled with her. The eyebrow comment from season 1 has me stumped because thats such a specific thing to remember that either Armand planted it in his brain as a detail instead of his appearance or it was a detail with another purpose in the episode

●Armand killed Marius with a rock. Or strangled him hornily. Please. For me.

●The groan is Armand centric for sure, but its him holding something contained (Marius? Lestat? Those Who Must be Kept!?![likely no])

●Either absolutley no comment about Claudia's recast or a small comment after Daniel sees her photograph ("i pictured her different" or something hurr hurr clever)

●When Armand is describing Lestat, Louis is gonna be making great reaction faces because "who the fuck are you talking about thats not him at all"

●I doubt I'll get it but Armand/Lestat push off roof scene????? pleek?

●Claudia/Madeleine gay ass shit, please no daughter replacement reason

●The most horrible and explicit Claudia death/surgery scene because showrunner loves to make Claudia suffer 😔 and we need a shocker scene like s1 ep 5

●Louis' romantic scenes with Armand will smash cut to them fucking like beasts, OR they will be unable to act upon their beast urges because the Thèatre are up in their business so much (hornier option)

●Season 2 ends with the penthouse being destroyed in some capacity (fire?)

●OR, season 2 ends with Lestat saying "I assume I need no introduction" à la iwtv 94

●Most unhinged prediction: Daniels children are actually a Benji/Sybelle reveal (hate it, also im sure it was said that Daniels children are daughters right lol)

#my post #ill reblog with additions or happiness because i was right

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xprojectrpg · 8 months

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Moment of Awesome - Ben Russell/Shatterstar:During psychic defense training, Shatterstar asks Haller a very personal question. And gets an equally personal answer.

Jim took a deep breath and set the soda down again. "Something about people with systems like ours," he said, trying to decide how to articulate what he wanted to communicate, "when we work together, we're incredibly resilient against psychic attack. I've survived things that would have killed any other telepath because I had Jack. The others, too, but especially Jack. It took a long time, and I still wouldn't say we even like each other much, but once we finally agreed on our priorities fucking with us got a lot more difficult. You don't always need to get along to have common ground."

He tensed, as he always did when anyone brought up the fact that they knew he was a system. Shatterstar twitched like he was ready to attack, but Jim was like him. That was why he was willing to work with him at all when it came to anything in his head. "We have common ground," he replied automatically, defensively. "We get along fine." It didn't sound convincing even to him, even though they had been getting along fine before coming here. Their system had worked. Shatterstar protected them and Benjamin stayed back and let him.

He mulled over the advice. They would be stronger if they worked together, that made sense. He just... He should be able to do it for them. That was why he was there.

Shatterstar opened his mouth like he was going to ask a question but closed it again. He tugged at his hair for a moment and then said. "I'll do it better next time."

Jim gave him a faint smile. "I know, because you did great this time. And just keep what I said in mind, okay? Sometimes things can get confusing even when everyone's on the same page." He wished he had a better idea of what Shatterstar's system was like, but he didn't even know how many they were. From what he'd said to Cyndi there was at least one other, but his reaction made it clear Shatterstar was not interested in disclosing anything else. Anything he trusted Jim to know would be given in his own time.

Shatterstar just nodded and silently ate his sandwich as he thought about Jim's advice and what could have been done better. Mostly though, he was forming the best way to ask the question he had. (He was also willing the universe to have Jim not leave before he asked it). Finally, after two minutes he haltingly started to ask what he had wanted to before.

"I don't want... I mean... Do you have, you know, in your system. Kids."

The older man froze in mid-sip. Well, he'd wanted Shatterstar to feel safe enough to tell him about his system, hadn't he? It was only fair that Shatterstar get to ask about his. Jim could almost feel a finger curling on a monkey's paw somewhere. He lowered the can and gave Shatterstar his full attention again.

"Yes," Jim said, attempting to ignore his instinctive discomfort. "His name is Davey. He's been with me since I was seven. He's the only one I'm not co-conscious with. Jack looks out for him."

"And you wouldn't want him to have to protect himself," Shatterstar said slowly, not sure if he was appealing to Jim or Jack. He wasn't upset Jim hadn't told him about Davey. It was the responsible thing to do, to not let anyone hold the kids in your system against you- or worse be able to hurt them. He wished he could promise to never hurt their Davey.

He let his implications speak for themselves.

Shatterstar knew Benji wasn't always that little kid who he had formed to protect but he wasn't always the teenager who had locked himself inside either. It was better to be safe than sorry. He didn't want him to have to protect himself, ever.

"No. We don't." Jim studied the can like it was hiding a roadmap for wherever this conversation was headed. He sighed. "But Davey also makes his own decisions. He comes out when he needs to. He's careful about who he shows himself to, but he uses his judgment, not mine. I owe it to him to respect that. It's his life, too."

That was hardly the answer Shatterstar wanted to hear and he sneered a little to hear it. That shouldn't be how it worked. But Jim was more experienced with this, and Shatterstar did respect experience above just about anything else. Surely he must know what he's talking about. "I just wanna protect him," he mumbled, not even realizing he was speaking out loud as he started to clean up his meal.

Jim nodded. "I can understand that. But if it's causing tension . . . you should ask him how he feels. How much protection he wants, or needs. There was a long time there where David wasn't able to handle anything on his own. Others stepped in because he needed them. But eventually I got stronger, and I realized I wanted to take things on again. We restructured, figured out new roles. There's no point in hanging on to a structure that doesn't work anymore."

Shatterstar got a little lost in Jim's explanation and it all sounded a bit like a crock of shit, but it also frustratingly made sense. It's just, if the structure was broken what happened if he wasn't needed anymore? What would happen to him. But Jim said they figured out new roles. That was, that was possible. He had reinvented himself before by changing from a carbon copy of Gaveedra-Seven to Shatterstar, who was almost a real person.

"We'll do it better next time. Both of us. If he isn't a dick," he said finally, conceding slightly to Jim's points.

#moment of awesome #shatterstar #legion #xprpg #xproject #phase 2 #rpg #rp #disassociative identity disorder

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anervousmirrorball · 2 years

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Hi friends! Oh it's weird to not press anon! How do you like my blog? I've been having fun with it! I chose a panda today because did you know that 2 baby pandas were born in southwestern China recently? They are too little to be cute yet, but isn't it so exciting? 😊

So I realize that I have never done a Taylor themed animal anon, which quite frankly is just embarrassing! So I want to know, what is your favorite Taylor animal moment? You can share in text, video, or picture! I know for me, my favorite is the photo of Blake and Taylor with a Koala 😊.

Feel free to tag animal anon so we can all see your lovely posts! And remember animal anon loves you and thinks you're killing it in life and being awesome! 🥰🐨🥳

this is crazy cause I've never gotten your asks and i always see other people talk about you omg !!!!!!!! I feel so happy !! thank you ahh

there's just too many funny and lovely taylor with animals moments but i absolutely adore her reaction when she learns benji is available like that's just so cute 🥺 everytime i watch that video it just fills me with so much joy 🥺🥺🥺 also i love her with kitty her mom's dog they're always v funny haha

and yesssss two baby pandas omg 🥺i am so happy to hear that !!! <3

#too many 🥺 emojis today #animal anon #<3

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we-made-it-this-far-kid · 2 years

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Feel free to tag animal anon so we can all see your lovely posts! And remember animal anon loves you and thinks you're killing it in life and being awesome! 🥰🐨🥳

Omg I’ve always wanted to get an animal anon! This made my day! My favorite is her reaction when she found out was Benji was available during the bending the scenes of the me! Music video. Love you too animal anon and I’m sure you’re killing it too. @animalanon

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audrey-emeralds · 2 years

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Silence is Pain | Nate Jacobs

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Ex!Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Nate beats up a guy he has seen you with he tells you about it because he knows you are too afraid to say anything. Or is it that you still love him?

Warnings: breaking in, stalking, mentions of violation, toxic relationship, manipulation, swearing...

A/n: Remembered the Tyler situation from season 1 and decided to do something similar.

You were chatting with Kat about some new clothes. One blue dress which really would make you look perfect.

Leaves crunches were heard outside your house but you didn't bother as it was normal for your neighbour's dog to go around your yard. Even though it was a small dog he had loud feet.

You drank a cup of water, mentioning there was a costume party this weekend.

Kat💕: Are you coming to the party

Kat💕: Also will you bring that hot guy from last time?

You: Benjamin? I guess

Kat💕: What do you mean I guess? Did he fuck something?

No. Benji is a nice guy, like actually having some brain cells and even is good at chemistry. The only problem is your ex.

You: Didn't you see how Nate was looking at him?

You: He was ready to kill him with his glares

Kat💕: Fuck Nate. If you like Benjamin then bring him. What is Nate gonna do?

What is Nate gonna do? That's what you were afraid of. He could do many things. Cruel and violent things. But thinking you haven't seen him in a while you decided to do what makes you happy.

You: Right. I will ask him then.

Kat💕: There you go. Problem solved.

You walked out stairs to your room texting a quick message to Kat.

You: Gonna take a shower, see you tomorrow.

You left your phone on your bed, taking the clothes you will change into and opening the door of the bathroom.

The water was warm enough to calm your nerves and fears for this weekend. You will have fun with an interesting guy and isn't Nate.

Nate is the past and Benjamin might be the future. That would be a big step. From the toxicity that came form your ex, to the possible light Ben was going to show you.

This kind of thinking might be naive and too soon to tell, but you expected good since you sailed through the bad just 4 weeks ago.

You put on your pyjamas which were shorts and a t-shirt. Styling your hair with little effort as you will go to sleep soon.

You dropped yourself on the bed about to take your phone to check for any news. But your phone wasn't there.

" You will not ask him anything. " A deep voice boomed in the room. Spotting Nate in the corner of your room, hidden away by the darkness.

" What the fuck Nate? " He stood up, showing just how much care did he give to your reaction. Obviously nothing has changed.

" You won't see that guy again. " He was coming closer every second, intimidating you, challenging you to stop him.

" Give me my phone back. " You reached for it, but he already held it up. You looked to both of his eyes. " Sit. " Nate spoke and you did not wanting to get him too worked up.

" Your little boyfriend... " " He isn't my boyfriend. ". You cut him off before he continued.

" Whatever he was, he is no more. " You gasped with eyes snapping wide open. " What did you do? "

" What was needed to be done. " He replaced your phones, putting your to get lost in his pocket and taking his to show you something you wouldn't recover from that easily.

" Nate...why did you do that? " A tear dropped from you eyes. You couldn't look away from him and he just kept starting not showing any emotion. You couldn't see it anymore, you didn't want to, so you closed your eyes.

According to your ex, however, that was not the move he was going for. " Open your eyes. " It was a command you must have done.

When he realized you wouldn't listen he got up from his seat, grabbing you by the back of your neck, squeezing just enough to warn you.

" Do you see this? " He whispered in your ear. " This shit shows just how much I love you. " His rough lips brushed your neck, as he breathed you sobbed.

" And you think breaking up with me would remove you from my presence. " Your whines were quiet, but satisfying for him.

If you could, you would go straight to the police right? To do the right thing with these pictures and report him.

" How do you know I would tell anyone? " Nate laughed at your question.

" Because you wont. You won't tell a soul. " You knew he was right, with every word.

Even if you did step on your fear, he would still have the town supporting him, he is just anyone he is Nate Jacobs and when you have the power and privilege, Nate Jacobs does there is no stopping in doing what you want because no matter how bad is it he will always get away with it.

" If you want to make it hard for yourself. Do the right thing and report me right now, I wouldn't move. " He gave you the phone telling you to take it.

It scared you, just how much will he use your fear against you.

" You can do that, or you and I can get back together and forget that guy ever existed. " One of the second, both leading you right into his claws with no escape.

The tears were already dry on your face but not done with their job. You looked at him in his cold stare, knowing whatever you are about to do should be in the benefit for everyone, but this guy.

Benjamin can't be saved, but the rest can.

So you did something that would make more than half of the world facepalm and left the phone alone.

He gave an extra minute, testing if you will hesitate and look it's way. You didn't.

" You made the right choice, Y/n. " He came closer to yours speaking the words you heard very clearly. " I hope you will continue to do the right choices. "

" For your own good. " And just like nothing happened, Nate walked downstairs and exited through your front door.

The moment you knew his car drove off your sobbs started to come out. Why did you do that to yourself? Why did you agree? Just why...

Calming down you remembered the answer. Silence is the price you will pay for daring to cross him and just so he made himself clear he hurt the person you used against him.

And he didn't have a slight problem showing his creation.

And you will stay quiet, you wouldn't dare to say that Nate Jacobs kept your mouth shut just to save his ass.

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hellofriendhawke · 2 years

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I know this probably isnt it, but I personally like the idea that everyone in wwdits, or the main crew anyway, is a freak. And yeah they're freaks by human standards but I mean for vampire standards as well.

I think we've already established the way Nandor (and all of them really) treat Guillermo is weird af by other vampire standards. But consider Nandor could have just killed Benjy, he was annoyinga and no one would care so why did he just turn Benjy? No one actually turns their familiars!

And bot just familiar's but Laszlo and Nadja's love for each other has been shown to be weird, mainly Im thinking of the orgy episode but like the reactions in that by both the other vampires and by nadja and laszlo show to me that love that isn't purely lust is weirder than a lady fucking a horse to them. And putting that with Nandor who seems desperate to find love!!! What a freak!!

And lastly and most importantly since ppl tend to forget him, our boy Colin Robinson. Okay hear me out but Colin is like maybe the weirdest of them all. Yeah sure maybe a lot of vampire pods will have a energy vampire included as like a symbiotic relationship but you don't fucking get attached to the blood drinking vampires, if anything they're just snack food, which colin also snacks on them but he also?? loves them?? Like a lot, and if you don't see that I don't know what show you've been watching. (Him and laszlo have so much love in them i DIE, full of cum and love 🥺)

I also think that him wanting to learn more about energy vampires is really weird to other energy vampires because if they really cared they would get it done right? Theyre not super rare, we've seen more through the seasons.

Anyways, I don't think thats actually what the show is doing, afterall its much more profound that even the darkest vilest creatures (vampires) still yern for love (all kinds), relationships, and (human) connection. But maybe it does say a little bit about how we see love vulnerablility as dirty in a way that makes lust and sex almost seem cleaner and more acceptable than trying to have something with someone and making a fool of ourselves.

or fuck me or whatever lol

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #rambles #dupree #sorry if i typoed any #its late and im just saying bullshit

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yessa-vie · 2 years

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Birthday Boy | Nils Kuesel Imagine

Description: It's your boyfriend's birthday and you decide to pay him a visit after weeks a part thanks to each ones schedule.

Warnings: none.

Relationship: fem!reader x Nils Kuesel

Word count: 3019

Title: Birthday Boy

MAIN MASTERLIST

(y/n) @ Nils birthday

I'm outside

Nic @ Nils birthday

I wish I could see his stupid face

when he sees you

Kuri @ Nils birthday

is it all set to record his reaction?

(y/n) @ Nils birthday

yeah, talked to his parents earlier today and

Boggi helped with some things.

with yours and Nic's help, his dad already put

the phone and the cameras at the places,

his mom said she'll also record on her phone.

Markie @ Nils birthday

omg I can't wait to see it!

Phil @ Nils birthday

I wish we had managed to get the flights

on a different day

Boggi @ Nils birthday

I swear if you don't put this on your channel

I'll personally go to Germany and kill you

Klaus @ Nils birthday

You'd have to go through me, Nils' mom

and him to get to (y/n)

The girl tried to hide a laugh, but a small giggle managed to get out. She quickly saw Nils parents through the window. His mom went back from the path they had made, while his dad tried his best not to rush to where the girl was. He opened the door as quietly as he could, (y/n) came inside trying not to make a sound. She quickly took out her scarf, gloves and beanie. She felt her phone vibrate on her pocket, but tried to focus on not ruining the surprise. Trixie quickly came by jumping on (y/n) asking for pets.

"Give it to me, I'll put somewhere he won't see"

Klaus said holding (y/n) clothes at the same time that she heard Nils and his mother talking and coming towards the kitchen, Klaus pointed with his head towards the pantry and the girl got in there listening to them talking and Nils organizing the things for the TikTok he had just done about his birthday.

"Are you done, son?"

That was Nils' mom, (y/n) was trying her best not to try to look at the Kuesel family, the last thing she wanted was to ruin the surprise she had organized for Nils. Her phone was buzzing like crazy, but she also wasn't gonna look at it.

"Yeah, I just wanna relax a little now"

"How about a movie or series?"

Klaus voice was a little louder and she questioned why, but then when Nils answered she understood why, he was right in front of the pantry.

"Yeah sure, ok"

She heard the steps getting away and waited until Klaus texted her, so she would get out and organize the little cake they had planned for Nils. One of the girls friends had delivered the cake to the Kuesel house earlier and they had put it in the oven, considering that would be one of the last places Nils would look at. The clock was already 23h43, she could feel her hands shaking, then she went for her phone to check about the cameras with the boy's parents, she then answered the boys on the group.

Klaus @ Nils birthday

Guys, call him now, he's thinking

about going to his room

Nici @ Nils birthday

I'll call everyone, who can enter do it

Simone @ Nils birthday

only if we can watch his reaction when

(y/n) come in with the cake

Milos @ Nils birthday

try to let us know, so we can participate

on the birthday singing

Benji @ Nils birthday

Marilyn Monroe vibes (y/n)?

(y/n) @ Nils birthday

That's more for me and him tbh

Klaus @ Nils birthday

As much as I would like to be a grandfather,

please use protection

(y/n) @ Nils birthday

can we all forget the last texts?

Some of the boys laughed in the group, she could also hear some laughs coming from the living room, they had managed to call Nils. (y/n) then got the cake out and the candles, looking quickly at the time on her phone: 23h57.

"Please make this all work out"

She lit the candles and waited until the clock strike midnight, she walked into the living room singing happy birthday, being followed by Nils parents and the boys on his phone. His face went from confusion, to shock to complete happiness, he lowered his phone while she got closer to him, the cake in hands, his mother recording on her phone and his father taking his phone to show the boys who were on a video call. She couldn't help but smile with his eyes focused on her, as if nothing else mattered.

"Time to make a wish, Nils"

She stood in front of him, he got up from the couch with his eyes focused on her, he looked down at the cake, around to his parents and his friends through the phone then back at her with a smile. He closed his eyes for a moment, then he blew the candles, everyone cheered, he picked the cake and put on the closest table he could find and hugged (y/n) by her waist, lifting her of the ground and turning 360.

"I though you would be off to London"

"I had to pretend that I couldn't be here, after all this was supposed to be surprise" she made space between them, but still with her hands around his neck, we his where on her waist. "Did you like it?"

"You being here is the best present I could get right now" he then kissed her. It was a simple kiss, but still hold all the time they were apart these past two weeks. She felt his hands get tighter and she smiles, backing up a little, specially when she heard the boys comments through the phone. "Idiots"

"Your friends"

"Our friends" he said back to her letting his arms a little loose. "Everyone was on this?" He asked looking around.

"Your parents did the hard part to be honest, the boys just helped with getting you distracted and with the whole recording thing"

"Wait what?"

She turned to where Klaus said he hid the cameras, pointing to them individually.

"Say hi to my channel Nils"

"You are..."

"And you still love me"

"I do, very much so" he hugged her from behind hiding his face on the curve between her neck and shoulder, making her giggle a little. "Thank you"

"Anything for you"

"We where in it too you know"

Klaus said pretending to maintain an upsetting face, that just made everyone laugh.

"Yeah love, but you can't give him what she can"

Nils mom said making the couple blush and a commotion come through the phone.

"She said it, not us!"

Nic's voice was pretty much the only one she could make out of it.

"Guess the whole Marilyn Monroe situation will happen after all"

"Seriously Benji?"

Now was time for (y/n) to hide her face on Nils chest, making everyone laugh.

"I repeat, as much we would like to be grandparents, please use protection"

"Dad!" Nils said but kept a laugh, (y/n) kept her face hidden. "By the way, where can I get a condom at this hour?"

Now was (y/n)'s time to look at Nils seriously, but it didn't last long, specially as she slapped him on the arm.

"There's still some in the drawer, I'll get it to you son"

"Ok, I think we should all get some rest now" his mom said going to him. "Happy birthday my boy"

"Thanks mom, for everything" he then turned to his dad, who still held his phone with the boys watching everything. "Thanks for being here, even not being here guys, that means a lot"

"We basically just wanted to see your idiotic in love face when (y/n) came in"

Milos said and then Nils said goodbye to all the boys, getting his phone back from his dad before hugging him and thanking him as well.

"Try not to sleep too late kids"

Nils parents went to their room, leaving the young couple in the living room.

"A slice of cake each and we chill in your room?"

The girl said sitting a little on the couch, petting Trixie who was staring at the boy as well.

"She missed you"

"Just her? Now I feel hurt" (y/n) pretended to feel hurt, turning her head down, Trixie turned her head to the girl. "At least someone missed me right Trixie? Yeah you did, you good girl"

"Hey, it's still my birthday you know" he said standing besides (y/n), laying his head on her shoulder, making her look at him side eye. "I wish I could spend sometime with my girlfriend that I haven't seen in two weeks, would she be ok with that?"

"She doesn't mind it" he smiled kissing her tenderly ", but she's really hungry and would like to eat something"

He laughed and got the cake going towards the kitchen. The girl stayed playing with the dog, that was now with her head on the girl's leg, getting all the pets she wished. Soon Nils came back to the living room with two plates with a considerable slice of cake each.

"Babe, do you mind if we sleep after this? I'm totally shattered from the trip here"

(y/n) said without looking at Nils who just passed his left arm around her shoulders pulling her close.

"Of course, but only if tomorrow you'd be all mine"

"It's your birthday, what you want you get Nils" she had a smile looking at his greenish blue eyes, she never got tired of looking at them. She found his eyes going to her lips, which she then smiled and kissed him gently. "The faster we finish eating, the quicker we can go to your room"

"You sure you are that hungry?" She pushed him a little, making him laugh. "Doesn't hurt to ask"

"Idiot"

"Your idiot"

"Better be"

The sunlight came through Nils' window making the girl wake up and open her eyes, finding the boys sleeping incredibly peacefully. He was one of the most beautiful human beings she had ever seen, inside and out, his left arm was around her, making even harder for her to move or get out of bed, so she just stood there observing the boy who had her whole heart. Her left hand was on his chest, but she started to caress his face slightly, making easy to identify when he woke up.

"Good morning birthday boy"

"Good morning" he moved a little so he could face her properly. "How long have you been up?"

"Not much, sorry to wake you up though" she sit up on the bed, Nils hand quickly went for her wrist, making her look at him. "I'm not kissing you without you brushing your teeth"

"Fair enough, but you can still hug me, no?"

He pulled her gently to him, making her giggle a little.

"Nils..."

"(y/n)" he said with a smile. "Just a little cuddle, please"

"It's already late, your parents are probably thinking we'll just leave this room at noon" Nils made a face sitting up, now intertwining their hands.

"I just want sometime with my girlfriend" he pulled (y/n) closer to him, his right hand going for her hips. "It's my birthday after all"

"We stayed up 'till late last night, let's just get ready and eat something, then I'm all yours to do whatever you want"

She straddled him putting both her hands around his neck, while his remained still on her hips.

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want, birthday boy" she said giving him a small peck on the lips before trying to get away from him. "Nils!"

"Not so fast" his grip was tighter around her waist and he went back into laying down, holding her against him, with both laughing loudly. "You agreed with a little cuddle"

"Kids, breakfast is already on the table" both heard Nils' dad voice, followed by his mother's, but they couldn't figure it out what it was. "They are laughing, I'm pretty sure they are awake!" Another small pause. "Well, we would have listening something else then the laugh"

He said a little lower making the young couple laugh more and Nils screamed they would be down in a few.

"Mind saving water?"

"Someone woke up feeling horny" she giggled a little before getting out of the bed and go to the bathroom. "You have ten minutes to chill out so we can act normal in front of your parents, then you take a your individual bath, Mr. Kuesel"

"I thought I called the shots today"

"As long as they are rational, yes" she winked at him before leaving the bedroom. "Ten minutes Nils, c'mon"

(y/n) was in the back of Nils' house with Trixxie laying beside her. She noticed Nils before she saw or heard him, thanks to Trixxie moving her head then waging her tail.

"Mom and dad are leaving for a bit, brought you some water"

Nils said sitting besides (y/n) and opening the bottle of water and giving it to her before hugging her on the side, resting his head on her right shoulder.

"I think they want to give us some privacy" they both laugh and (y/n) went to with her right hand and started to stroke Nils hair. "I blame you and the other boys for that"

"Well, you said you would give a Marilyn Monroe inspired performance" the girl pushed him slightly and he hugged her tighter. "What you want to do?"

He kissed her cheek before taking the bottle of water and having a sip.

"I told you, it's your birthday"

"I don't want you to do anything just because it's my birthday"

He said serious looking at her and she couldn't help but smile after realizing what he had said.

"I love you Nils, truly"

She turned to face him and kissed him passionately, his hands went for her waist while hers, for the back of his neck, playing with his hair. (y/n) lifted her body without breaking the kiss and Nils directed her to straddle him, neither of them breaking the kiss, both in their own bubble. She could feel Nils hand go beneath her shirt and she started to move her hips slowly, making him moan during the kiss, bringing a smile to her face.

Before anything could happen further, the doorbell could be heard and Trixxie got up from where she was entering the house running.

"I'm gonna kill whoever came over" Nils said under his breath making (y/n) laugh a little.

"Maybe we can stay here and pretend no one is home and the person will leave" (y/n) said with a smirk before getting back at kissing Nils, but the doorbell could be heard again and again. "I'll take the shovel"

They both laughed and (y/n) got out of Nils lap and laughed when he got up adjusting his jeans.

"I'll make sure to whoever it is that it's disturbing a very important moment" (y/n) laughed more being followed by Nils, who hold her from behind with his hands on her waist and they went for the door, finding one of Nils friends in front of it. "Hey man, what you doing here?"

The guy looked at (y/n) and than at Nils before smiling at both of them.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Nothing we can't do later on" the girl smiled cheekily to Nils before heading for the kitchen. "I'll bring us something to eat!"

She could hear the laughs coming from both boys while she headed towards the kitchen to get some quick food for them to eat, getting quickly back to the kitchen with some random snacks and some cups with a bottle of soda and a can of RedBull for Nils.

"You didn't need to do that" Nils said watching the girl come back and he went for her waist, signaling for her to sit by his side. (y/n) opened the can of RedBull and handed to Nils with a smile, the boy got the can and deposit a gentle kiss on her cheek. "You didn't need to do any of this"

"He's your friend and it's your birthday, there's nothing wrong with that" she kissed Nils and they both smiled at each other, hearing Nils friend clears his throat. "Sorry"

She said lowering her head and resting it on Nils shoulder, who used his free hand to stroke her hair, just like she had done with him a while back.

"How did I manage to get you?" Nils said observing the girl in the middle of his room with a smile on his face. (y/n) just looked at him smiling in disbelief. "I'm serious"

She went towards the boy's room door and hugged him, intertwining her hands on the back of his neck, finding one of his hands go for her hip while the other tug a string of hair behind the girl's ear.

"I guess we can thank Nic and Boggi for this to be honest" both laughed and the girl stayed on her tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss, standing back a little, but still with their faces pretty close. "I still can't believe you've chosen me, so we are even"

Nils laughed and snatched her by her waist lifting her a little, making her wrap her legs around his waist before they start kissing again. She felt his hands on her butt to secure her while he went for his bed. They were both smile through the kiss.

"Shall we finish what we started?"

"Lock the door birthday boy" (y/n) said unlocking her legs watching Nils go towards the door and she started to laugh getting the things out of the bed. "Don't forget the condom Nils!"

The boy was quickly back in front of her, getting down and kissing the girl again, making her lay down on the bed and she wrapped her legs around him again, taking off his shirt, being followed by hers.

"Happy birthday Nils" she said after he went for another kiss. "I love you birthday boy"

Her cheeky smile appeared again, before he could say anything she kissed him again pulling him closer and closer to her. This was their moment and theirs alone, they laughed a little during the make-out session, cute moments, spicy moments, but always looking for each other, their connection was unique and that made all the difference.

She was his.

He was hers.

And that was all that mattered.

#imagine #nils kuesel #nils kuesel x reader

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rebeccalouisaferguson · 8 months

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Hello. I appreciate Chris McQuarrie's explanation of Ilsa's fate. I guess in DR2 we'll only get her in flashbacks (if we'll get her at all). But to add (in that EW article) that DR1 is just a part 1 of the tale just calls for additional theories/scenarios. And since DR1 has some scenes like a callback of M:I 1, it wouldn't surprise me if Ethan lost whole team altogether at the end of DR2. McQuarrie is ruthless, maybe at the end it will hurt the franchise.

I definitely think that someone else on the team is dying in DR Part 2. My money is on Benji - they tried to kill him off several times most notable at the end of Fallout when Ilsa saved him. The whole team is Benji and Luther, we can hardly call Grace a member of the team even though the movie tries to tell us she is, but I think think one of them Benji or Luther or maybe both are goners in Part 2.

I do think there will be flashbacks with Ilsa in Part 2, I have a feeling she already filmed them (beginning of this year when she had her "Ilsa hair"). I think that with McQ insisting how her death was heroic and Ilsa's choice to save Grace they need to have some flashbacks to explain this narrative. This didn't land in the film, I haven't seen any fans or critics reactions saying Ilsa sacrificed herself for Grace and it was a brave act. So they would need some flashbacks explaining how it all come around, maybe flashbacks to Istanbul and how Ilsa got the key and how she dealt with the Entity before.

#anonymous #ask

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falcqns · 3 years

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partner in crime lV

pairing: August Walker x Reader, August Walker x OFC (Maeve)

summary: August attempts a mission and looks for a nanny.

warnings: ANGST, mentions of graphic death, fluff, mentions of character death, mention of harm inflicted upon an infant. 18+ ONLY.

a/n: This one got a little dark, sorry! Hope you enjoy! also if I missed ANYTHING in the warnings, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I have mom brain so it wouldn't surprise me if I forgot something!

August hung up the phone with a sigh.

Sloane needed him for a mission.

It wasn’t a high risk mission or anything, Sloane had taken him off of those when he’d informed her he’d be taking Maeve in, but August was still nervous. He didn’t really have friends, and the friends he did have were coming on the mission with him. He had no contact with his mother, his father was dead, and he had no siblings.

He had no one to watch Maeve. He sighed, and flopped his body down on the bed, being careful to avoid the sleeping baby just inches from him. He didn’t know what to do. Sloane said she’d watch her, but she was needed at the Capitol, so his only option was his mother.

He still had her phone number, and she still had his, but he was still nervous. He found her number in his contacts, not under any name, just a number, but he knew it was hers. He took a deep breath, and hit ‘call’.

She answered after the fourth ring. “August?” She said, in a rather monotone voice.

“Hello mom.” He said hesitantly. He heard a slight laugh on the other side of the phone.

“I’m guessing you need something. You never call me.” She said, and August swallowed the lump in his throat, sparing a glance at Maeve.

“Yeah, I do. I um-” He took a deep breath to try and stop the shakiness in his voice. “I have a daughter.” He said simply, and when there was no response, he continued. “I-I only found out about her 2 weeks ago. Her mother died, and I’m all she has left. But, I have to go on a mission, and I don’t have anyone else to watch her. I was wondering if you could.”

“Of course I can.”

August let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you. I know you and I aren’t on the best of terms, but I have to leave tomorrow night and I haven’t found a nanny yet.” He said.

His mother laughed breathily. “August, I know I wasn’t the best mother to you, and I apologize for that. It’s one of the biggest regrets of my life, pushing you away. If I can make it better, then I want to. And she’s my granddaughter. It’s my job to be there and help you.” She said, and August felt a tear drip down his face.

“Thank you, mom.” He said, a smile breaking onto his lips.

“You’re so welcome Auggie.” His mother said warmly and full of love, a tone and nickname he hadn’t heard since his father was still alive.

August took a shaky breath. He was fully packed for the mission, and his mother was almost there. He knew Maeve would be perfectly fine without him for a day or two, but he didn’t know if he would be. What if she had a trauma meltdown while he was gone, and his mom didn’t know how to handle it? What if something happened to her, and he couldn’t get there quick enough? He’d never be able to live with himself if something terrible happened to her. Despite going into this agreement of taking in Maeve with pity for her situation rather than love for her, she had a hold on his heart, and their bond was the strongest one August had ever had.

To be honest? Maeve had become his reason for getting up in the morning. It used to be his job, but when Anais walked through his door with Maeve in her arms, that little girl became his reason to live. Finding out who hurt Maeve’s mom was a top priority. He couldn’t let his little girl down.

Although he hated to think about it, or admit it, he knew that one day, Maeve would ask what happened to her mother. She’d probably ask him her first day of school.

He could just imagine her on a crisp September morning, a little dress on her body, running shoes on her feet, and her curly hair in two little braids. A backpack practically the size of her on her back, and her eyes full of excitement. He could see her bounding up to him in the school yard after her first day, and the first sentence out of her mouth.

‘Daddy, why don’t I have a mommy like everyone else in my class?’

His breath caught in his throat merely at the imagery. What would he tell her? He wasn’t religious, so telling her that her ‘mommy is up in heaven’ would mess with both of their minds, and his moral compass. How do you explain to a child, any child, that their mother is dead, and you didn’t know why?

A knock at the door pulled him from his reverie, followed by a squeal from Maeve who was playing at his feet. He stood up, and pulled her up to sit on his hip. He took a deep breath, and the father daughter duo made their way to the door to greet his mother.

He opened the door, and there stood his mom. She still looked the same, with a few more wrinkles, and a few more grey hairs. The only thing that was different was the warm smile sitting on her lips.

“Hi Auggie.” She said tentatively, and August smiled back. “Hi mom. Come on in.” He said, and she followed him inside the apartment. She looked around in an amazement at his rather large apartment.

“Your place is beautiful, honey.” She said, and August smiled again.

“Thank you. We recently moved because she needed her own room and playroom and my one bedroom bachelor pad wasn’t cutting it.” he explained, and him and his mom shared a laugh, the first one in many years.

He showed her around the living room, kitchen, his bedroom, her bedroom, the bathrooms, the office, and the both balconies. He dropped Maeve off in her playroom, and August and her mom made their way back to the kitchen.

“So, you might have noticed she doesn’t have a crib.” August said, and his mother nodded.

“Yes I did. Is there a reason she doesn’t have one?” His mother asked.

August took a deep breath and began to explain. “I mentioned that her mother had died, but I didn’t mention how. Her mothers name was Adriana. We were never in a relationship, I barely knew her. We had one night together, and I never saw her again. But, a little over 3 weeks ago, I got a call from a lady named Anais Torres from Child Protective Services and she told me about Maeve. Adriana was killed. In front of Maeve. I won’t go into detail about her death because it was awful. They also hurt Maeve. Not as bad as Adriana, but still pretty badly. She has some scarring around her wrists from it, but mainly it’s emotional trauma.” He said, and reached out to hold his mothers hand when she began to cry.

“That poor baby,” She said, a sniffle coming out as well. August nodded. “She seems so happy though.”

August nodded again before continuing. “She is. She has ups and downs. She doesn’t fully understand what happened, but I think she has PTSD. She goes to a psychiatrist next week and I’ll find out for sure, but I’m pretty much certain she does. The crib is the main trigger. They restrained her to a crib, and she was forced to watch her mom die through there. I put her in it the first night, but she was already half asleep when I laid her in it, so she didn’t notice. She had a nightmare a few hours after, and that’s when she realized she was in a crib. I thought about a playpen, but I assume she’ll have the same reaction. Her other triggers are handcuffs, guns, small spaces. She’s also having an aversion to the smell of peppermint gum, so I think whoever killed her mom was chewing peppermint gum.” He explained, and his mom nodded.

“Okay. If she does get triggered, what do I have to do to calm her down?” “Hold her.” August said simply. “Just remind her that she’s safe and loved and nothings going to hurt her anymore. It can go on for a while, but it never goes beyond crying. She’ll settle down, and fall asleep. She’ll be a little off and emotional for the next few hours, but she’ll be back to normal soon enough. Playing with her hair helps a lot, as does her pacifier.” He said, and his mom nodded.

“Okay. Does she have a daily schedule?” She asked, and August nodded again.

“I usually wake her up around 6:30 because I have to be at work for 7 and she comes with me, but I’ll let her fall asleep in the car again. If I let her sleep, she’ll wake up around 9 or 9:30, so don’t worry about waking her up. She has a floor bed, and she’s been staying in it really well. She doesn’t nap in it, she prefers to nap in my bed, which I allow. For breakfast she has formula, oatmeal, dry cheerios, and some fruit. She’ll play for a few hours, and then she’ll have a nap. She’ll sleep for an hour or an hour and a half, but don’t let her sleep longer than an hour and a half. Then she’ll have lunch. Usually she’ll have the same thing I have, so whatever you make, just give her some of it. Just make sure it’s in small enough pieces. She has a bottle after, and I let her have a little bit of screen time. Her favourite show is Mickey Mouse ClubHouse, so I let her watch a few episodes. She’ll have another bottle, and another nap, and then she’ll play again for a few hours. By the time she’s done playing she’ll be ready for dinner. After dinner, she has a bath, then a book and bed. She usually goes to bed between 6:30-7.” He said, and his mom nodded.

“I put her schedule on the fridge in case you forget anything, along with her triggers. If you need anything, call me. I managed to convince Sloane, my boss, to let me keep my phone on in case you or her need anything.” He said. She just nodded again, and then a chime from his phone was heard, signalling that Ilsa and Benji were on their way to pick him up.

He sighed. “I should go say goodbye to her. I’ve gotta go.” He said, and his mom followed him into Maeve’s playroom where she was building (or trying to) a tower with big lego blocks.

“Maeve?” He called, getting down to her level and watched as she whipped her head around and gave August a big smile. “Come to Dada,” he said, and she dropped the Lego she was holding to crawl over.

He heard his mom chuckle behind him. “She listens a lot better than you did at that age,”

August smiled as he scooped her up. “I always think the same thing. Definitely learned it from her mother.” August remarked sadly. Partly out of what he had learned about Adriana, but mainly because he was going to miss the little girl he’d come to love so easily.

“I’m gonna miss you, but you’re gonna have so much fun with your grandma. I love you.” He said, and she smiled and cuddled him back, her curly head resting on his shoulder. His phone chimed again and he let out a sad sigh.

“Dada has to go. I’ll see you in two days, okay?” He said, and tried not to cry when he handed her off to his mom.

He said goodbye to his mom, and gave her another kiss on the head, before walking out the door, and trying to ignore the sounds of his daughter's pained wails for him. He grabbed his bag, and headed out the door.

Benji and Ilsa were waiting outside in a normal, inconspicuous looking car. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and put on his tough face. He didn't want to cry in front of the team. He needed to be tough, and crying wouldn’t make him ‘The Hammer”.

“Hey Walker.” Benji said as he got in, and August gave him a smile.

“Where’s the mission?” He asked monotonously.

“Germany. We’re investigating a target who we believe is a part of The Amiens Family gang.”

At the mention of the gang, August almost choked on his own saliva. “D-did you say Amiens?”

Benji nodded, a confused look spreading on his features. “Yeah. Apparently they’re trying to find a civilian who escaped their custody once before thanks to the police, and according to the files Ethan and I recovered last week, this person has a lot of information, mainly about the financial aspect, and they are not happy in the slightest that this person escaped. One of the targets is in Germany following a lead of their own, so we’re following him.” He said.

August sighed and nodded, and was thankful that no one suspected him yet. He had to practically beg Sloane to keep Maeve off of his file, and he wasn’t ready for everyone to know about her quite yet. She was going through a lot, and the next few months were going to be tough on the both of them as they got to know each other, so the less people involved, the better.

Then, a thought popped into his head. “What’s this civilian’s name?” He asked.

Benji glanced down at the file before speaking. “Alexis Amiens. I think she was very high up in the family, but I couldn’t be sure.” August nodded, and tried to appear unbothered by this information on the outside while he had a freak out on the inside.

If he was remembering correctly, Alexis was the twin sister of Adriana. So, they were after someone who was out to get Maeve’s aunt. That scared the shit out of him. Not just the fact that they were going to be tailing someone who was either a close relation or close contact to the people who killed Adriana, and hurt his daughter, but the fact of who it was. It could have been a coincidence, just like Maeve’s screaming was, but just like the screaming, August didn’t think so.

Were they after Maeve? And if they were, what did they want from her? He desperately needed to fully read her file, but he couldn't very well pull it out in the middle of the car with Ilsa and Benji, who would question him about it, and then demand to know who Maeve and Adriana were. He agreed with himself that he’d wait until he was in Germany, and he’d find time to sit down and read it.

He’d read bits and pieces, but after what Anais had briefly told him about Adriana’s family, he never looked in the family section. Hell, he only barely glanced at it for her name and age before, so he should probably read up on it.

By the time they made it to Germany, August wanted to go home.

He missed Maeve, and his mom had called him and told him Maeve was having a meltdown because she heard police sirens, and it set her off. She calmed down, and was fine, but he wished he could be there for her.

The poor girl was probably so confused, August thought to himself. In the past month, her mom was killed in front of her, a gun was held to her head, she was saved by the police then handed over to CPS, dropped off at some random man (in her eyes) house, and just when she was feeling comfortable, that man had to leave, and she was being watched by another random person she’d never seen before.

But, as much as August wished that he could be with her 24/7, he knew that wasn’t a reality. He had to find a nanny to take care of her during the day, but how would find one that he trusted? He knew for a fact that there were probably people out there who wanted him dead. It was just a part of the job description. Before Maeve, he didn’t care too much.

He always told himself that everything happens for a reason. If he was killed on a mission, it was his time to die. Unfortunate and untimely but still, it was clearly the universe deciding his life was finished. But, now he had Maeve. He had a 7 month old to take care of. If he died, that meant leaving Maeve.

He knew it would happen one day, but he’d always hoped it would be from old age, not an enemy or stray bullet. He didn’t want that on her conscience. He didn't want the idea that ‘everyone I get close to dies’ in his daughters head because that wasn’t healthy.

No. He couldn’t die. Not until he heard her say Dada, not until she took her first steps, until she went to her first day of school (a thought that made him slightly teary eyed, despite being a good 3-4 years away). Not ever. He would not leave his daughter.

He’d lucked out and got his own hotel room. He had a feeling that it was because Ethan was still a little wary of him, as he was new, but he didn’t care. As soon as he was handed the key to the overpriced hotel room where the gala that they’d be attending the next night was being held, he was off towards the elevator, his duffel bag and briefcase in hand.

The second the door shut behind him, he pulled out the file, and sat down at the table that was located beside the big windows and balcony doors. He opened the file, and read through it thoroughly, making sure to not miss anything.

Name: Maeve Luna Walker

Age: 7 months old

Birthday: March 15th, 2020

He knew that. He kept reading.

Mothers name: Adriana Cora Amiens

Fathers name: August Nathaniel Walker

Godmothers name: Alexis Luna Amiens

He swallowed roughly. Alexis was not only his daughter's aunt, she was her godmother. And, Maeve was named after her.

Reason for removal from household: Mother’s death.

Next of kin: August Nathaniel Walker (father)

He was the only one listed, and that satisfied him. At least CPS knew better than to put her with her mothers side.

Description of conditions of the environment where the child was living:

August took a deep breath, before reading the paragraph.

Maeve was found by LAPD police officer (REDACTED) doing a wellness check called in by neighbour (REDACTED).

August rolled his eyes at the word redacted. He could get the information, but that would have to wait until he was back in Washington.

She was restrained to the bed using metal, police grade handcuffs. The diaper she was wearing had been soiled in more than once, indicating she had not been changed in several days. She was extremely hungry and dehydrated. The doctors at (REDACTED) hospital observed that if she had not been rescued when she was, she would have died within 24 hours from dehydration and starvation. There was no physical evidence of abuse on her, other than some light scarring on her wrists from the metal handcuffs. However, she is exhibiting signs of emotional trauma and will likely develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is unclear at this time whether or not she witnessed the murder of her mother, Adriana Amiens, or not.

Addition: as of September 17th- it has been confirmed through viewing of security camera footage that Maeve was indeed present and conscious during the murder of her mother, Adriana Amiens.

He pushed the file away after reading that paragraph. His poor little girl. She almost died because of what happened, and although she wouldn’t have known what was happening, she most definitely recognized the feeling of being hungry, thirsty, and soiled beyond belief. August told himself his little girl would never experience hunger or thirst again if he had anything to do with it.

He took a deep breath to calm his anxiety that had blended into anger, before reading further, specifically on her mothers family’s history.

Adriana Cora Amiens, born August 5th, 1989, was the daughter of Amiens Family Mob leader Charles Jacob Amiens, nicknamed The Master, and his wife, Rose Alena Amiens (formerly Anderson). She was the twin of Alexis Luna Amiens.

Not much is known about her early life, or her education, other than she had a twin sister, an older brother named Andrew, and was privately schooled.

She had very few long term relationships. Her longest relationship has been noted as one of her fathers lackeys, Anton Filho. They began dating in 2000, and the relationship endured until 2005. Sources close to the family state that he was killed by Charles for ‘deflowering his daughter’.

Adriana reportedly emancipated herself due to the murder of Filho, and had zero contact with her father, and the rest of her family, including her twin sister Alexis because of it.

In 2019, she fell pregnant. Sources say that the father is unknown, while others believe it is Fritz Corleone, a former mobster she had been spotted with, however this was never confirmed or denied by either party. It is rumoured that she regained contact with Alexis, who emancipated herself from her family not long after Adriana did, although Adriana did not know this, but this has not been confirmed.

It is unknown whether she went through with the pregnancy and if she did, it is unknown of the child's whereabouts after the birth, and following Adriana’s death.

Adriana died on September 15th of this year. The cause of death has not been announced.

August rubbed his eyes roughly with his fingers. That was a lot of information to take in at once. He definitely thought she made the right choice by emancipating herself from her family after what her father did, but it didn’t go into detail about her father at all. His last hope for that lead was Wikipedia, which meant he’d have to cross reference all the information with the CIA database. He had planned to do so when he originally found out Adriana had been murdered, but he’d been so traumatized by the pictures he found of Maeve that he never looked at it again.

He pulled his laptop out of the briefcase, opened Google, and typed in Charles Amiens on one tab, before opening the CIA database on another. He typed the same thing in the database browser, before heading back to Google. He clicked on the wikipedia link and began reading.

In the files he read previously, there were no pictures of the family. In Charles page however, there was a man who looked just as you’d assume a mobster to look. The greasy slicked back hair, the scowl on his face, the curl in his eyebrow. August didn't dwell on the photo, but rather skipped down to the text on the bottom.

Charles Jacob Amiens was born on November 18th, 1967 to father Jacob Amiens and mother Elizabeth Amiens (formerly Jones), in Brooklyn, New York, New York, United States of America.

It is currently unknown where he obtained an education, both primary, secondary and post secondary.

August switched over to the database to check on the schooling. He confirmed that it is unknown where he obtained his schooling, but on the database, it says that it was a private schooling program named “The Family”. Something about that name was familiar, but he resolved to check on it later.

Amiens took over the head of the family mob the day he turned 18. Suspiciously, this was also the day that his father, Jacob Amiens, went missing and was not found until 2 months later, when his body was found in Prospect Park, although it was clear in the initial investigation that the murder did not occur there.

Now that sparked August’s interest. Did Charles really kill his father or was that just another one of the many coincidences that he’d come across in the last few weeks? Much like the other ones, he found it highly unlikely.

Charles has been associated with over 1500 murders in the upper California area, where he relocated his entire family and employees soon after his fathers body was recovered.

August checked this information as well, and it was also true. Just as he was about to go back to the wikipedia page, something caught his eye.

A notable pattern in the murders that Charles himself carries out is that he carves into his victims, specifically the initials MA, which most take to stand for Master Amiens, which is what he has his men call him.

August slammed his computer shut at that.

Adriana was murdered by her father. He thought back to the photos of the gun being pointed in Maeve’s face. Was Charles the one who inflicted all of this pain on his tiny 7 month old baby currently asleep in Washington under his mothers care?

August felt conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to murder Charles and all those who ever laid their eyes and hands on Adriana and Maeve, but on the other hand, he had a feeling that there was more to Adriana’s murder.

What kind of father would do that to their daughter? August knew he wasn’t the best person. He had a dark history, especially one with the Apostles, but ever since Lane revealed they were going to use Julia as a pawn in the game, he couldn’t do it, and he backed out. He’d changed. It doesn’t mean that he’s a perfect person, but he could never even think to do the things that Charles had done, much less to his daughter.

August glanced around the room, and his eyes landed on the warm and inviting looking bed, and decided to leave the research for tonight. Maeve was safe, and he had a mission to think about. He grabbed the file and lifted it up to put it in the briefcase, when a small envelope addressed to him fell out.

He put the file away, and bent down to grab the letter. He sat down on the bed and opened it.

‘August,

I’m writing you this letter in case anything happens to me.

After our night together, I fell pregnant, and gave birth to a little girl. Her name is Maeve Luna Walker. I made sure she got your last name, and that you were on the birth certificate. I never wanted her to grow up without a mom, but I think I’ve known since the minute I found out I was pregnant that she’d end up with you.

I’m loving being a mom. It’s the best job I could have, and I want you to know I’m not keeping her from you on purpose. We didn’t talk about our families that night, but I come from a rather dark one. I won’t go into details, but us having contact would ultimately result in your death. I don’t want that to happen. The CIA and the world needs you more than Maeve and I do right now.

If anything happens to me, please find who did it. There are people after me, but I don’t know who. I do, however, have a suspicion it has to do with my family. You’re a great man, and an excellent CIA agent. I know you’ll be able to do it.

When you find the woman of your dreams, I want her to adopt Maeve. It pains me to say that, but it’s the right thing to do. Maeve deserves to grow up in a happy and healthy household, a household that I know only you can provide. I need you to protect our daughter. She is the light of my life, and I know she’ll be the light of yours too. She’s a sweet little girl who is sweet and kind to everyone she comes across. She amazes me in the same way you did.

I’m so sorry if I’m gone when you’re reading this, but if I am, it was my time to go. I know we only had one night together, but I want you to know that I love you. I never stopped thinking about you, not for one minute. I love you so much. I will never stop loving you, especially for giving me Maeve, my light in my otherwise pitch black world.

I know you’ll be the best daddy to our little girl, and I’m sorry I won’t get to see her grow up. If she’s anything like her father, she’ll be the best.

I love you. Thank you. I’m sorry.

Adriana.

P.S. I wrote Maeve a letter as well. I was hoping you could give it to her when you feel it's the right time.’

August dropped the letter to the ground and let out a sob, his hands coming to cover his face. Adriana knew that she was going to die, and that there was nothing she could do. Even in that horrible, unthinkable and terrifying situation, she put Maeve first. She thought about Maeve’s safety and wellbeing, both physical and mental. She wanted their daughter to grow up happy and healthy, and wanted him to be happy too.

He felt awful. He’d thought about getting her number, but ultimately decided against it. His line of work didn’t exactly allow him time to have a relationship like that. Hell, it barely gave him enough time to parent, but he managed that. Maybe if he had just gotten her number, he could have saved her from all of this pain. He could have seen the moment that his child took her first breath. He could have seen her first words, the first time she crawled, all of it.

He picked up the letter and folded it up before placing it into his wallet for safe keeping. He picked up the file again. He grabbed the letter addressed to Maeve, and placed it in a different section of his briefcase. Once he was home he’d put in his safe until he was ready for her to have it. He thought about peeking at it, but ultimately decided against it. Adriana wrote that for Maeve, not him. When she read it, it would be up to her if she let him see the contents. He doubted he would let her read the one from him anyways.

Once everything was put away, August flopped on the bed, fully clothed still. It wasn’t long after his tears began to flow freely, and he thought about the mother of his child, who was never going to see her little girl again. He thought back to that night, and suddenly, he could remember every little detail. The colour of her hair, her eyes. The shape of her nose and lips. The way she embraced him with her arms, and touched him with her hands.

Just before he fell asleep, he grabbed his phone off the bedside table where he’d thrown in, and opened up Adriana’s instagram. He found a few selfies that she had posted around the time that they had met, and screenshotted them.

He found one that captured her beauty perfectly, and made that one his lock screen. His home screen was Maeve, the first night they were together, asleep on his chest. That way he had both his girls on his phone no matter where he went, even if one of them wasn’t actually his anymore.

August awoke to banging on his door the next morning.

He groaned, but stood up and answered the door. He was greeted by Ethan, with a stupid grin on his face.

“Rough night?” Hunt asked, and August nodded, stepping to the side and allowing him in.

“Need something?” He grunted out, and Ethan nodded.

“Benji asked me to check on you. He mentioned that you and him had spoken about the Amiens family when him and Ilsa picked you up, and you seemed a little on edge. I just want to make sure we’re both on the same team here.” Ethan said, a serious look on his face.

August always respected Ethan, despite them not always being friends. Ethan trusted his team, and if he had any doubts about anything, he always confronted them himself. He never let things play out. August could come up with a lie about why he was uncomfortable about it, but Ethan had a knack for smoking out liars, so he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to risk anything.

“I’ve actually been investigating them on my own, is all. I-” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have a connection to them.” He said simply, and he almost hoped that that would be enough to make Ethan leave it alone, although he knew it wasn’t.

Ethan sat on the chair next to the table that held his briefcase. August sighed and sat on the still unmade bed. “My daughter.”

Ethan sputtered slightly before speaking. “Y-You have a daughter?” he asked, and August nodded in response.

“I do. She was born in March of this year, but I didn’t find out about her until the beginning of this month. Her mother was a part of the Amiens family. Specifically, Adriana.” He admitted, and Ethan sighed.

“Wow. That changes things. Wasn’t she murdered recently?” Ethan inquired, and August nodded once more.

“Yes. In front of Maeve.” He said, and corrected himself when he saw the confusion on Ethan’s face. “Her name is Maeve. They handcuffed my 7 month old to a crib, and forced her to watch her mother be murdered by her grandfather. That’s a speculation though, I’m not 100% certain. He also pointed a gun at her head through the crib, and I assume they were going to shoot, but the police raided where they were being held at that moment.” August said, and Ethan sighed in sadness.

“That’s rough. How is she doing now?” Ethan asked, and August smiled at the thought of his little girl. “She goes through waves. One minute she’s a happy and healthy little girl whose only concern is what toy she’s going to play with next, and the next she’s almost frozen, and seems to be reliving what happened to her and her mother all over again. She can’t sleep in a crib, or a playpen. She hates police officers, guns, handcuffs, and the smell of peppermint. In some ways she’s a normal baby, but there are so many things she’s struggling through, that I’m worried about her development.”

Ethan nodded, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when August’s phone went off. August picked it up, and answered.

His heart dropped into his stomach at his mom's words. Maeve had woken up and realized that August wasn’t there, so she called out for her Mama. When August’s mom had said that her Dada would be back in a few days, she was immediately sent into a meltdown, and his mom couldn’t calm her down, even after half an hour.

“Fuck. Okay. Let me think of something and I’ll call you back.” He said, and his mom thanked him before hanging up.

He turned to Ethan. “How badly do you need me on this mission?” he asked, and Ethan furrowed his brow.

“Is something wrong with Maeve?” He asked and August nodded.

“She’s having a meltdown because I’m not there and my mom can’t calm her down.” Ethan’s eyes widened.

“We can make do without you. You can go home, you’re needed there more than here at the moment.” He said, standing up, and helping August to get packed. August nodded, and as soon as he was packed he turned to Ethan.

“Thank you. I know this mission is important.” He said, and Ethan smiled at him.

“Being a father trumps all of that. You have a little girl, a little girl who just went through hell, so don’t even worry about it. Go make sure she’s okay.” He said, and August nodded, a smile peeking through on his lips.

August dropped his bag as soon as he made it through the door, in favour of finding Maeve. The door shutting behind him seemed to alert his mom to his presence, and a few seconds later, she appeared in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Hi, honey.” She said, opening her arms for a hug. August let himself relax in his mothers embrace for a few moments before leading him into the bedroom.

“She managed to cry herself to sleep, and hasn’t woken up yet. I thought you being here when she woke up would be better than anything else.” She said, and August nodded.

“Thank you.” He said, sincerely, and his mom smiled. “It’s no problem. Other than her huge meltdown she was a perfect angel. I’ll get going, and let you two spend some time together. If you need anything at all, just give me a call, okay?” She reassured, and August thanked her again.

“I’m really glad you’re giving me a second chance, Auggie. I hate what I put you through after your father died. I hate the person I became. I thought I couldn’t be a single parent, but after seeing you do it, I don’t know why I ever thought that.” She said, a tear slipping down her face.

“Mom, it’s okay. I never hated you. I didn’t really understand why you were so cold and distant all of a sudden, but I get it. I wasn’t an easy kid, and I’m sure Dad dying didn’t help,” He joked, pulling a laugh out of his mom. “You were too much like him for your own good.” She said, and August smiled in agreement.

He watched as his mother gave Maeve a kiss on the head, before giving him one as well. “You’re doing a terrific job. I love you, son.” She said, and now it was August’s turn for a tear to fall.

“I love you too, mom.”

He walked his mom to the front door, and closed and locked it behind her once she left. He glanced at his watch, and decided to let Maeve sleep a little longer. Her poor little body was probably exhausted, just like his was from the quick time changes. He walked back into the bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and laid beside his daughter on the bed.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, Maeve’s eyes opened, and a huge smile broke out on her face when she saw her Dada. She cooed and placed her hand on his mouth again. August pressed a kiss to her flesh, and to August’s amazement, she smiled and giggled, instead of crying and asking for Adriana.

“Hello, my love. I missed you,” He whispered, as his daughter snuggled up to him, and closed her eyes again. August followed suit, and the pair were out within seconds.

It took a few days for Maeve to be back to herself fully. Everytime August would leave a room, she’d get anxious and cry, almost as if she thought he wouldn’t come back. August knew that it was his fault. He shouldn’t have taken the mission, she wasn’t ready to be left with random people yet, at least for days on end.

As he sat on the couch working on his laptop, Maeve playing with some cars while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse at his feet, he realized he needed a nanny. He really didn’t like the fact that he’d been bringing her to work everyday. No one else cared, but he’d rather her first words she says with him not be ‘gun’ or ‘murder’.

He had gotten a few numbers from one of the other agents who was also a parent, but had yet to call any of them, so that’s what he worked on while Maeve was distracted.

A few hours later, and he’d been having terrible luck. Everyone he called either couldn’t do it because of another job, had another family, wasn’t nannying anymore, or was 16. He was beginning to give up hope, when he looked at the last name on his list.

Y/N Y/L/N - (xxx) xxx-xxxx

He tried not to be too hopeful going into the phone call, but when you said that you were available anytime, and were willing to meet with him the next day. He was very pleased to learn that you had worked with children in the past who had PTSD, and developmental disabilities. He knew you were the one already, and knew Maeve would be in the perfect hands with you.

He had religiously cleaned his apartment last night, making sure it was up to standard for a nanny. As he vacuumed Maeve’s playroom, he realized she needed more toys. She had a few, but definitely not enough to support her development. He also needed to get her more books.

Maeve seemed to know what was happening the next morning, because when August woke her up she was all smiles, rather than her grumpy and cuddly self, who cried over August accidentally dropping her favourite pacifier on the ground.

He got her changed and dressed, and put her in her playroom while he got showered and ready. It was a Saturday, and he knew that you wouldn’t be staying for more than an hour today, but he also wanted to appear professional in the beginning. You’d get to see the mess that he was after some missions later.

He immediately liked you. The meeting time was 10:30, and you showed up at 10:25. You had told him that you once worked a job where you had to be on the floor 5 minutes before your shift actually started, so you were in the habit of showing up 5 minutes early to everything.

Maeve instantly liked you as well. She’d crawled up to you, and gave you a hug, and then refused to leave your grasp once she was in it. You had brought her a stuffed elephant, and told her and August that you loved elephants and always gave them to new children you nannied.

He showed you around the apartment, and blushed when you commended him about the floor bed rather than forcing her to sleep in a crib. You also mentioned that it made you happy when parents cared less about fixing the PTSD and cared more about supporting their child and their needs at that point in time because the majority of parents you’d worked with used exposure therapy.

By the time that you’d left August’s apartment, he knew that he’d found a lifelong female presence for Maeve. He wasn’t blind, you were insanely beautiful, but he didn’t want to imply anything because if he was wrong, the only one who’d end up hurting was Maeve, and he didn’t like that.

August watched as Maeve crawled over to the couch, and climbed up. His heart melted when she pushed the curtain aside and waved a chubby hand as best as she could at you as you left the building.

August walked over and scooped her up. “Did you like Ms Y/N?” He asked, and took her excited babbles and hand gestures as a yes. August smiled, and set her down. She took off running (crawling) towards the playroom, adn August turned to make dinner.

As he cooked for the two of them, he thought back to what you had said about exposure therapy. It made him happy to know that he was doing what was considered the right thing, and not forcing her to sleep somewhere that was the cause of so much of her trauma. While he wasn’t thrilled he assembled it for nothing, he knew it wasn’t her fault. He could have fully read the file and skipped the crib when he was shopping, but at least he saved another mother some money and assembly time.

Later that night, as he sat with Maeve in her room as she drifted off to sleep, her hand curled around his pointer finger, he really hoped that this would work out.

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