#they sent him to talk to some guys at the pentagon who were working on robot surgery

[thebreakfastgenie]

when the Hawkeye Pierce jumps out

#this was NOT scripted #they sent him to talk to some guys at the pentagon who were working on robot surgery #so doctors could treat wounded soldiers without being present #they also made him try the robot and he sucked at it

[nobody7102]

Learn To Fly: Part 1

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader ‘Blackbird’ Mitchell/Blackwood

Warnings: None (as far as I’m aware)

A/N: Yeah I know what you're thinking "Its another series" I have a lot of ideas guys. I feel bad for posting so much but I like sharing my ideas so idc

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Looking around the crowded bar, Maverick sighed to himself seeing Penny working behind the bar like normal. He stared longingly at her before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on Mav” Bradley hummed, leading him over to the bar taking a seat that wasn’t surrounded by a ton of people. He watched as Penny made her way over to the two of them with beers in hand “Penny… Mav’s got something he’s gotta tell you” Pete glanced at the bar as Penny placed the beers down.

“Well hello to you too Lieutenant Bradshaw” she smiled back at him “What’s up?” she leaned over the bar to Pete and raised a brow seeing how nervous the normally cheeky pilot was. 

Maverick looked around before looking back to Penny “Can we talk in the office?” Penny’s face dropped as she looked to Rooster, who just mouthed ‘I’ll watch the bar’, she motioned for Pete to follow, leading him into the back office. 

He entered the office first and as soon as Penny shut the door her hands took his in hers “Okay you’re really scaring me, what’s going on?” 

Maverick looked to the ground once more, contemplating if he really needed to do this before he looked back up to Penny “Do you remember Charlie Blackwood?” Penny nodded “We were together for… a long time… she and I….” he stopped himself thinking over how to say what he needed to say “She got a promotion not long after Goose died, I would visit her in Washington… and at some point we-” he stopped himself again before letting out a long sigh.

“We have a kid… I have a daughter” he finally spat out.

Penny’s eyes widened taking in what Pete had said before she nodded “Okay, keep going” Pete just raised his brow “Oh come on Pete, it’d be a little hypocritical of me to get upset about this” she hummed “So you have a daughter?” she walked over to lean against the office desk

Mav nodded “She’s just like her mother” a small smile came to his lips “She’s absolutely a force of nature… she was the smallest thing but I already knew I would do anything for her, Charlie will tell you she’s a firecracker like me” he chuckled “After she was born, Charlie ended up being able to work remotely… so she moved back here to Miramar while I had my brief stint as an instructor…” his foot bounced as he talked “Charlie and I split when she was ten… we tried to make it work but it just didn't” he explained “Charlie got offered a promotion by the pentagon and she took it, the out she’d been looking for… I knew she’d have been better off going with Charlie so they moved to Washington, that’s when Charlie and I learned we worked better as separate co-parents than we were together” he sat down on the couch Penny had in the office, continuing to stare at the floor. 

“I’d visit whenever I could, weekends, holidays, birthdays” he looked to the ground “When she turned 18 she told me she was joining the Navy… and I-” he stopped himself again, and gulped “I didn’t pull her papers like with Rooster… but I wasn’t exactly happy about it” he started to rock back and forth on his heels as his nails dug into the palms of his hands “She’s 29…. She called me-”

“And she’s gonna be stationed here?” Penny cut him off watching as Maverick gawked “It’s not that hard to see where you were going with it” she hummed “So… what are you gonna do?” 

Mavericks shoulders slumped “It’s been eleven years since I last spoke to her…. Sure we still sent each other cards, maybe a text to check in with each other every other month… but… Charlie basically raised her Penny, I…. I’m just there I don’t… she asked if I knew if there were any good places to stay so she wouldn’t have to be assigned a home by the base” 

Crossing her arms in front of herself, Penny tilted her head slightly to the side “You told her she’s welcome to stay with us right?”

Pete’s eyes went wide and his face paled at the thought “No!” He quickly said “Sorry…. Just… I didn’t really think that her staying with us was a good idea since, I still don’t know where we stand… and since the last she and her mom heard, I was single and living the bachelor life” he sighed “I told her that the place I was assigned when I first got back to Miramar hasn’t been touched so she could stay there if she wanted since I’ve been staying somewhere else” Penny just nodded “She’s gonna be here tomorrow… and I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I see her on the base…”

Penny’s eyes softened seeing how stressed Pete was over this whole thing, she walked over to and sat next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder “What you’re gonna do is start out small… make small talk, if she acknowledges you in strictly professional way then you know where she stands… and if she tries to make small talk back” a small smile came to her lips “Then there might be some hope for you two” she leaned closer to him to kiss his cheek “You can take a few minutes in here if you want but I’ve gotta get back to the bar okay?” he nodded watching as Penny left.

Leaving the office, as she shut the door Penny debated going back in before deciding against it, seeing how Pete needed time to process. Making her way back over to the bar, Penny paused seeing Rooster threaten to ring the bell. Smiling to herself she made her way back behind the counter “I hope you’re not abusing the use of my bell Bradshaw?”

He turned to her pretending to be shocked “I would never” he chuckled moving back to his seat “Is Mav okay” he hummed.

Penny just nodded moving behind the bar “He just doesn't know what to do… So you know his daughter?”

Rooster chuckled once more, raising his beer up to take a sip before he spoke “Oh yeah… We practically grew up together”

Penny hummed for a moment before leaning over the bar top “What’s she like?” Rooster’s eyes widened “I don’t wanna know everything about her, I just wanna know the basics”

The man sighed “First off… if you ever meet her, don’t bring up Maverick” Penny reflected on how Bradley for once used Maverick’s actual name “I’m gonna assume he told you about their fight?”

“Not in detail” she nodded 

“It was bad… like really bad, it happened over the summer when she was supposed to be staying with him… but after the fight happened and she ended up staying with my mom and I till she went back to Charlie” Penny’s heart ached at his words, he paused debating about saying the next part, but in his head he knew he had to tell her, if not for Y/N then to save Penny the trouble later “She used to have Pete’s last name… But when she got back to DC she changed it to Blackwood… she made sure to distance herself from Maverick” 

Penny bit the inside of her cheeks before she spoke “So no talk of Pete at all?”

Rooster nodded “Only talk about him if she brings him up first” Leaning back over the bar to met Penny halfway he lowered his voice “Listen Penny, you’re pretty much my aunt… and you make Mav happy, we both wanna see him happy right” Penny nodded “You can’t tell Mav but I still talk to her… when she comes tomorrow, she’s not on base right away, they gave her two days to settle in… I can suggest coming here tomorrow night so you can met her, test out the waters, okay?”

“Really?” Her voice was hopeful.

Bradley nodded the quickly pointed at Penny “But you can’t tell Mav and you can’t tell her that you’re his girlfriend”

She nodded “Done deal and tomorrow anything the two of you order is one the house” she gave him a soft smile “Thank you Bradley”

“Oh no problem” he hummed “she’s practically my little sister, as much as she wants to hold a grudge like I did… “ he glanced back to the office seeing how Pete was still sitting on the couch “I know he regrets what he did… she and Mav should be in each others lives” Penny smiled at how Bradley thought of the two before she frowned slightly “What is it?” Roost furrowed his brows, seeing Penny’s expression

“I just realized that we’ve been talking about this girl for almost half an hour, and not you nor Pete have mentioned her name once” she leaned back from the bar top.

A small snort came from the lieutenant “Go figures” he laughed “Her name is-”

“Y/N” a sweet voice called out as Y/N layed on her side, the voice pulled her partially out of slumber. “Y/N” the voice called again this time she felt her bed dip before a kiss was placed upon her shoulder “Sweetheart, we should get up” the voice rested it’s head rested on her shoulder “it’s almost 11” 

A groan came from Y/N as she rolled over and snuggled into the embrace of the voice “So?” she hummed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist “We’ve both got the day off… can’t we just stay here” a laugh followed her suggestion “Jake!’ she whined “please, we hardly ever get to lay around” she opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to catch the glimpse of the pilot who just smiled softly at her.

He dipped his head down to place a kiss along Y/N’s jaw. “You know more than anything how much I wanna do that” he mumbled against her skin “But you said we were gonna move your car and your bike… and your boxes out of my garage…” Jake’s arm leaned against the pillow as he rested his head on his hand, brushing hair from Y/N’s face “Not to mention you said you were gonna call your mom”

Y/N chuckled “Oh how could I forget with you reminding me” she smiled. “Well…” she started, moving to untangle herself from Jake’s grasp “should we start getting ready then?” Jake hummed in agreement before the start left the bed.

It wasn’t long before Y/N was up and moving into the kitchen as Jake poured out a bowl of cereal for Y/N before settling into a chair. Taking her bowl Y/N shoved a spoonful of the sugary cinnamon bites into her mouth before leaning back against Jake’s chest with her phone in one hand as she opened her contacts before hitting the call button on one of them

Placing the phone on the table, Y/N resumed eating as it rang. “What do you think your mom’s doing right now?” Jake hummed, resting his head on Y/N’s shoulder.

“She’s probably in between meetings or something” the phone rang a few more times before the other end picked up

“Charlotte Blackwood, how can I help you?” The other end of the line called out.

“Hi Mom, You’re on speaker and Jake’s with me so behave” Y/N said taking a bite of her cereal as a chuckle came from the phone. 

“Hi Charlie,” Jake called out.

A chuckle followed before Charlie spoke “Hi Jake, are you helping my girlie settle in okay?” 

“Yes Ma’am” He saluted as if she could see him, causing Y/N to lightly nudge his shoulder.

“Thank you again Jake” Charlie paused before continuing “Hey Y/N take me off speaker for a minute” 

Y/N furrowed her brows, setting the bowl of cereal down, following the request. Standing from Jake’s lap, Y/N made her way into the hallway of Jake’s house “okay, you’re off speaker” she leaned against the wall.

“Did you talk to your dad like I asked?” a sigh came from Y/N and before she could respond, Charlie cut her off “I know you don’t like talking to him, but he’s still your father Y/N an-”

“Yes, I talked to him” Y/N cut Charlie off “I can talk to him if its needed, I’m not entirely an asshole” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself “He said that I can stay at the house he was assigned” 

There was a pause on Charlie’s end “... Is he staying there with you?” 

Shaking her head Y/N bit the inside of her cheek before speaking “No, he’s been staying somewhere else, but he said the house hasn’t been touched since he’s been here… I’ve gotta pick up the keys from him at some point today”

There was shuffling on Charlie’s end before she spoke “Well that’s good that you found somewhere to stay… You know I saw in a file from Admiral Simpon I was studying for a lesson that your Dad’s working at Top Gun now”

A scoff came from Y/N “Go figures-”

“Y/N.” Charlie started “you are 29, I don’t wanna scold you like a child for acting like this but I will if I have too… Like it or not you’re stationed in Miramar for the next two years and you are going to see your father at some point or another.” her voice commanded “I don’t need any complaints crossing my desk about insubordination for either of you or so help me I will come over there myself to set you both straight. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am” Y/N leaned her head back against the wall before a sigh could be heard from Charlie’s end and her voice softened.

“I know what he did was horrendous, and as your mother I am not saying you have to forgive him because that’s entirely your choice… but professionally and as your superior officer this grudge will get you killed… we both know it” Y/N nodded her head as if she could be seen “Your father’s not gonna do or say anything unless he has to… he knows not to overstep, but if he’s concerned it’s because he’s still your dad… just don’t fault him or go ballistic on him for it, to him you’re still his little girl” she paused before continuing “and I can’t imagine that after all these years he still stands by what he said” 

Rubbing her temple Y/N nodded once more, just picturing her mothers concerned look as if she was standing right infront of her “Yeah I got it Mom, listen Jake and I have gotta get my stuff moved out of his place, I gotta go” 

“Okay… I love you” Y/N could feel her mothers slight smile and softener gaze through the phone

“I love you too Mom” Y/N hummed before hanging up. Turning to the wall, Y/N banged her forehead against lightly muttering to herself “He couldn’t have been back in the desert” before making her way back into the kitchen to finish her by-now soggy cereal.

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[antoine-roquentin]

Nobody knows Maurice Tempelsman these days, but once upon a time he was hot shit both in terms of political connections and conspiracy fodder. Getting out of Antwerp in 1940, his dad was prominent in the diamonds industry, which meant he had an in to all sorts of mining concerns especially around Africa. At the same time, his family’s firm ended up hiring Adlai Stevenson as a lawyer. Stevenson was the Democratic presidential candidate in 1952 and 1956 chosen by the Roosevelt wing of the party, so of course he made all sorts of political connections. Finally, in 1950, Tempelsman managed to sell the Pentagon on buying diamonds for defense applications in bulk from his company, bringing him into the military-industrial complex.

Tempelsman worked heavily in the Congo. George Wittman, CIA case officer, was his representative there until 1963. He was replaced by Marc Garsin, a boisterous Belgian agricultural engineer with a big moustache. In 1976, Garsin was replaced by Larry Devlin, the CIA’s station chief in Kinshasa until he was forced out by pressures related to the Church Committee and the House Select Committee on Assassinations.

Garsin said some really wacky shit when he was finally pinned down for an interview in January 2005, which was strangely truncated, poorly formatted, and spread across multiple sources:

Q: You were working with Maurice Tempelsman until when?

Garsin: 1982 . . . I enjoyed every minute of it. After Africa they [Tempelsmans] sent me to South America. That was much better. Peru mostly. Chile. I was there of course when there was a revolution! I’ve got great fond memories to speak about Messr. Pinochet. . . .Let me tell you that the Allende years were not the sweetest years you could imagine. . . . Tempelsman was quite involved with the Kennedys.

Q: It’s been said that Maurice Tempelsman was also seeing Madeleine Albright. . . .

Garsin: That must have been after my time. In my time it was Jackie. She was a lovely woman. . . . And she loved Maurice. She really loved him. . . .

She learned her trade the hard way. Campaigning. . . . She was so good at it.

Who am I? . . . But when I was in the room with her — I was number one. She was fantastic at doing that! Pushing your guy up. . . . She knew how to do it. She was a great woman!

Maurice had this crazy way of always asking questions. And one day we had the Russians for lunch. The Russians were here to buy wheat. New York was in a terrible financial state at the time and Maurice asked the Russians —

“What would you advise New York to do?”

And the Russians said, “If you don’t have the money, don’t spend it.”

And I had it here [thinking to say], “If you don’t have the wheat, don’t eat.”

And Maurice knew me very well, and he knew what was coming. And Jackie was there. He looked at me as if to say, “Shut up!” He didn’t say it but he didn’t have to say it.

At his place I met nearly every Senator, every member of the House — for lunch ­ the ones important. And I tell you something, there is not one who had it! The people who are governing us are idiots. Believe it or not. . . . Tempelsman had the biggest fundraiser [and I was introduced]: “Mr. Garsin from Kinshasa”. And they’d say — “Where’s Kinshasa?” People who were in charge of foreign affairs! At a time when there was a big business [in Africa] . . . Where’s Kinshasa. . .

Solarz. You remember Solarz? He was a member of the House from Brooklyn. He asked, “Where is Kinshasa?” He was a member of the foreign affairs committee.

It’s a bunch of zeroes! It’s a bunch of zeroes! All of them. The only one who made me laugh was Koch. . . .

Q: Sally Quinn was on Charlie Rose after the inauguration talking about how George Bush may have a “learning disability”. . . .

Garsin: Clinton was not better you know. I know people who told me. I’m not going to tell you who told me — but they said I’ve been a friend of this guy for 15 years but I’m not going to vote for him.

And you go abroad and it’s even worse. Even worse! Politicians. All of them. More than 50% of the House in Belgium after the war were checked for collaboration. And those people are trying to teachs us morals? Perfectly crooked . . . My son for a while was living in Holland. You can’t live in that country anymore.

Q: Drugs.

Garsin: If you’re robbed you’ve got to say thank you. It’s not going to last. It’s not going to last. We’re going to see a binge one of these days like in Chile.

Q: What do you think about all the security now here in the US? Overreaction?

Garsin: What’s the opposite solution? . . . I don’t know. I don’t like to get a bomb every time I cross the street. Something has to be done. But what? How?

Q: Organized crime. William Colby, former Director of the CIA before he died, said it’s possible that organized crime is “calling the shots” at all levels of government. And then he died mysteriously.

Garsin: It’s obvious.

But when they speak about torture, it’s hypocrisy! It’s been going on for years. I was talking to a Frenchman, a veterinarian who was taking care of all the animals for Mobutu. Mobutu had a zoo at the time. . . . He told me — “We did that in Algeria. We tortured people.” And he was the sweetest guy I ever met. . . .

And I asked him, “How can you do that [torture]?”

He said, “I promise you — you’d do it.”

“I would do it? Why?”

“You know that the guy knows something that’s going to kill your friends — you’ll do it.”

I’ve been thinking maybe he’s right. I don’t know. He was the sweetest guy you could imagine. And you realize — he said to me, “I torture people” . . .

Tempelsman was doing business in the Congo on behalf of American Metals Climax, which exported copper and diamonds from the colony. Part of this involved aiding Moise Tshombe’s Republic of Katanga, a breakaway province that declared independence about three weeks after the anti-colonialist leader Patrice Lumumba was elected Prime Minister. Part of this involved an interesting deal involving Congolese uranium. In a meeting on July 27 1960, Lumumba announced to the American Secretary of State Christian Herter that he was willing to sell his country’s uranium to the highest bidder, whether that be America or the Soviet Union. At the time, Soviet sources of uranium outside of its country had through diligent work been curtailed, resulting in a limited supply of nuclear weapons relative to America’s stockpile. Suddenly, Leon Tempelsman and Son reported in September that the Pentagon wanted to do a deal for diamonds worth tens of millions, a strange commodity given that they had already stockpiled more than enough for years.

Perhaps the strangest part of all has to do with the CIA’s “executive action” program, a euphemism for assassination. Officially, the CIA initiated ZR/RIFLE in the fall of 1961, with the groundwork being laid in the spring of that year. The term is important. The CIA piggybacked on the State Department’s network of communications around the world, often in the form of telephone cables hooked up to machines that could encode and decode various messages. In order to ensure a degree of secrecy, even within these messages references to operations and people were never written directly. Instead, people were first given pseudonyms, and then they were given “crypts”. Consisting of two letters referring to an area of operations or sometimes a type, they were followed by a single word. What this word would be depends on who was naming it. Often, it was the young women the CIA used as typists around the world, resulting in names like LI/PSTICK referring to phone tapping and surveillance around Mexico City. Other times, CIA station chiefs (GS-13s, current salary $84,546.00 to $109,908.00) would compete to name things in a way that would be popular among readers as they were shared out loud at CIA HQ (as told by John Stockwell). LI was the digraph for Mexico. LI/TEMPO-1 was the nephew of Mexican president Gustavo Diaz Ordaz. LI/TEMPO-2 was Ordaz himself. LI/TEMPO-8 was Mexican president Luis Echeverria Alvarez, and so on.

ZR was not a digraph for a country. It referred to CIA Directorate of Operations, formerly the Office of Operations, also known as Staff D. because of a memo from 9 Dec 1946. Here’s a document the CIA wrote up for the Church Committee on ZR/RIFLE:

Why were they interested in QJ/WIN? This was the codename for a group of people hired for “sabotage and assassination” activity in Eastern Europe in the early 1950s. They were recruited by QJ/BANNER-1 Arnold Silver, head of the Luxembourg station, and thus placed under the digraph associated with that country. QJ/WIN-1 was assigned the pseudonym Jose Marie Andre Mankel, likely real name Jose Moise Czeschlak. QJ/WIN-1 had a long history of smuggling, including 3 convictions for narcotics, and was a typical choice for moving material. He hired a pilot for the Tempelsman job on November 21 1960, DM/LIVID-1. However, he was also the subject of a cable that was by far the earliest slugged ZR/RIFLE on November 1 1960, simply specifying that his identity was not known to Mobutu Sese Seko. The Church Committee ultimately concluded that he was used for a “one-shot assassination attempt”, which they found odd given his normal area of expertise. Ultimately, the bulk of the ZR/RIFLE program was targeted in a completely different area of the world: the order to kill Fidel Castro came down a year later in November 1961, 6 months after the program’s head, CIA agent William Harvey, had begun to hire mafia figures like Santos Trafficante and Meyer Lansky. Many of these figures were ultimately fingered repeatedly in the Kennedy assassination, leading to questions of whether QJ/WIN-1 had anything to do with it. There’s no record of just how Czeschlak got into the Congo, but there’s a decent chance Tempelsman could have helped given his own role in the program. And who is that pictured with Tempelsman on the tabloid cover, a woman who he was involved with at the very least from 1980 to 1994? It’s JFK’s widow, Jackie Onassis. Could this Holocaust survivor have committed the ultimate cucking?

On the board of executives for American Metals Climax with Tempelsman was Harold Hochschild, who also worked with him at the African-American Institute. This will be important later.

[baby-iloveyou]

A private afterparty

pairing: Kang Hyunggu from Pentagon x gn!reader genre: smut; university!fic warnings: university!hyunggu, a lot of tongue and cheek, Hyunggu is a teasing little bastard, friendly 'bullying' and teasing, drinking alcohol, a lot of 'sex with your mum' jokes, swearing, bisexual!hyunggu summary: Kang Hyunggu was one of the members of your project group, and he's also one of the most loved people in your year. You're good friends with him, and after this party you decide to hang out just a bit longer. It just isn't a very common way of hanging out when you're friends... word count: 5.7k writer notes: my longest piece so far! this is heavily inspired on an event that did actually happen to me so i really hope you enjoy! it was definitely fun to write ;)

You were finally done! The group project you had to work on had been handed in. “Thank fuck that’s done, now we just have the presentation left. But the biggest obstacle is behind us!” You sent in the groupchat. Jinho, your group’s mentor, almost instantly replied: “Good job guys, do you want to grab some dinner together to celebrate? There is also a beach party starting at around 8PM so we could go there afterwards too. We might be a bit later than the actual start but that should be alright.” Dinner together and a party afterwards sounded like a good idea to you, and to most of your group mates as well.

One of your group mates was Kang Hyunggu. Almost everyone from your year knew him, the handsome funny guy from the orientation week. How many times had you heard his name as a whisper from the people sitting behind you when you were seated in the café of your faculty. And now you were good friends with him because of the group project. At first, you didn’t want to admit that he was the full package. However, the more you started talking to him and got closer to him, you could understand why everyone was in love with this guy. His face literally seemed as if it was from an artwork, his face would be the definition of ‘beauty’ in a dictionary. He was tall, and his body proportions were amazing. Not only that, but his frame was also nicely shaped since he danced every single day. He’s a confident man, who loves to tease and joke around. Not an opportunity slips past him to crack some stupid joke or to mess with you just for the sake of teasing.

And you had to admit, all his teasing made you feel weak. It made you fall in love with him.

You loved being teased, although it would seem like you were getting annoyed with it. In reality, you would just try to deny the fact that you did like it. That was the fun in it; if he would’ve known you didn’t mind the teasing, he probably would’ve stopped. And that’s not what you were after.

“Are you guys also going to the beach party from Viking tonight?” You sent in the groupchat with your friends. “My project group and I are grabbing dinner together and then we’re going so if any of you are coming, let me know!” After you had sent the message, another message from the project group came in. “Where should we meet up?” Yanan asked, followed by a response from Yuto, who suggested getting some burgers at the new place in the city centre. Everyone agreed and you would be meeting each other in a few hours.

“I am planning on going so I’ll see you later Y/N! Don’t forget to bring some drinks, I believe they’re not providing those at the party”, your friend Bora sent in the groupchat. You were getting excited, it had been a while since you had gone out for a party. You took the time to get dressed, and wear something you felt confident in, and got ready to leave when it was almost time for dinner.

When you arrived, you saw Hyunggu, Shinwon and Changgu standing in front of the restaurant already. “Hey guys!” You shouted out so they saw you arriving. “Hey there Y/N!” Changgu replied. You parked your bike next to a tree and walked over to the group. “How is everyone doing now that we’ve finished the report?” Shinwon grinned and said: “Pretty good, I’m so glad we’re done.” Everyone nodded agreeingly. “We’re just waiting for the rest, we could also go inside beforehand and wait there?” Hyunggu suggested, which everyone found a good idea. He sent out a message to the groupchat, informing the rest who hadn’t arrived yet that the four of you would be waiting inside for them and followed you inside.

Once the entire group was complete and was seated, your mentor had a little speech prepared. “Everyone worked extremely hard on this report, I’m so very proud of you guys for writing such a good piece. Now it’s time to drink some drinks and party until we can’t anymore! Cheers guys!” You raised your glass, clinking it with every other glass (that you could reach from your position at the table) before taking a big gulp. Everyone started talking to each other about everything and nothing at the same time, and there was a jolly atmosphere. You were enjoying this evening a lot.

However, this is where Hyunggu had decided to start messing around with you. “Do you think you can finish that entire glass with your height? Don’t you think you’re a bit too young for that?” He poked out his tongue and smirked, knowing that his words affected you. He just didn’t know in what way they affected you. “I might be shorter than you, and a few months younger than you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t drink.” You said, while jokingly rolling your eyes. “Is that so? What about we see who can chug a bottle quicker later at the party? I want to see this with my own eyes, I want to see you lose with my own eyes.” Hyunggu said, as he softly bit the inside of his lower lip. This man will drive me insane with how insanely good-looking he is, you thought to yourself. You weren’t the one to say no to a challenge, so while leaning back into the couch, arms crossed, you said: “Challenge accepted”, while staring right into his eyes and a tiny smirk popping up on your face.

It was now about an hour later. Everyone had finished their food, and half of the group was already tipsy. You, Hyunggu and Hongseok weren’t a part of that group. You were saving your all for the challenge that would happen later that night. “If everyone has had enough, we can start moving to the beach?” Jinho proposed to the group. Everyone agreed, and after paying for the food, the entire group was standing outside, ready to leave for a good party. “Shit, I still need to get some drinks. You guys can go ahead though, I’ll get there by myself!” You shouted, realising you didn’t buy any drinks yet. “Are you sure, Y/N?” Jinho asked to make sure you would be alright. “I’ll stay with Y/N, we’ll make sure to keep you updated”, someone from behind you said to Jinho. And you knew that voice all too well - Kang Hyunggu. “Alright, stay safe you two. We’ll see you showing up later!” The mentor said before taking off on his bicycle, following the rest of the group.

“My god, I cannot believe you.” You say, with a smile on your face and rolling your eyes at Hyunggu when you turned around to face him. “Are you this obsessed with me already after a 7-week period?” You smirk at the man, now standing in front of you. Hyunggu snorts. “Nah, I just like annoying you because you have the best reactions out of anyone.” “Well, thanks I guess.” You walk into the store and head right to the liquor aisle. “Which beer do you fancy chugging tonight?” You ask Hyunggu. “Which one do you hate?” “Are you really planning on trying to win in an unfair way? Pfft!” You huff at him, acting out disbelief on your face. “Well, then which one do you love? I’ll prove to you that flavour doesn’t matter.” He winked at you, a smirk slowly showing again. You muttered out a “yeah, sure” before grabbing a few bottles and heading over to the cash register to pay.

“Do you know which way we have to go? Then I don’t have to use Google Maps.” You asked Hyunggu. Mistake number one: don’t ask him any serious questions. “I think it’s where your home is.” You looked up at him, confusion showing in your eyes. “Well, your mum is there and I think I’d have a great night.” He winked, a smug smirk with his teeth showing. You punched him in the arm. “God, stop it with the ‘your mum’ jokes. That one was horrible!” You snickered. In the meantime, you had googled the address that Jinho sent in your groupchat and had figured out the route. “ Let’s go loser, or we’ll be even later.”

During this 15-minute bike ride, Hyunggu could not stop cracking ‘your mum’ jokes. Mistake number two: don’t tell him to stop doing a certain thing, because he will keep going. The only thing you could do was sigh every time. He just kept on going. And going. And they somehow got worse over time (you didn’t think that was possible, considering they were already terrible from the start). “Did you know my height isn’t the only thing that’s big? Bet your mum would like that.” “What if I become your step-father? I think your mum would want to marry me.” They just became sillier and sillier. Once you arrived at the beach, you could not park your bike quick enough to escape the endless stream of ‘your mum’ jokes.

“Bora, help me, Hyunggu is just making sex jokes about my mum and he’s being annoying!” You whined at your best friend, who had been here since the beginning of the party and was slightly tipsy at the moment. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Typically Hyunggu. I can’t help you much with that, sweetheart.” Hyunggu caught up with you, and Hongseok joined you and Bora as well. The campfire behind you was a source of warmth, but it was still terribly cold. Who decided to host a beach party in the middle of October?

“Are you ready to get owned, Ggu?” You taunted him, slightly turning your head to seem intimidating. It didn’t work. Hyunggu stuck out his tongue and looked off in the distance as a reaction. “Do you still really believe I will lose?” His eyes now focused on your face, and your eyes to be more specific. You avoided his gaze, opened your bottle and raised it. “Do you want to bet something on this?” Your eyes now looked back up to his eyes, awaiting his response. He raised one eyebrow, intrigued at your offer. “Do you have any interesting offers?” You stayed silent for a few seconds to think. “If you win, you get to see a photo of my mum that you so dearly want to fuck. If I win, you stop with the ‘your mum’ jokes.” You prompted. “Alright. Good luck, friend.” Bora and Hongseok counted down for your start to be fair. “Three… Two… One… Drink!” You raised the bottle to your lips, letting the liquid flow into your mouth, Hyunggu doing the same.

It was a close battle, but in the end, Hyunggu won. You let out a big sigh, a tad disappointed that you couldn’t boast to him that you won a chugging battle against him. “What a sweet drink, bet your mum tastes even sweeter than this! And I’ll guess that is a victory for me, how unexpected!” He let out, in a very sarcastic tone. Your hand rubbed over your face, admitting defeat. “Whatever, you were just lucky. But a deal’s a deal, so I’ll show you a picture of my mum.” You pulled out your phone out of your jacket’s pocket, looking for a photo where your mum was clearly visible. “Here you go, Hyunggu. Are you satisfied now?” You held the phone in front of his face. “Okay, to be honest, not my type, but that doesn’t stop me from cracking all those jokes.” He stuck out his tongue again, and at this point, you were sure he was so full of himself, confidence radiating off of him now that he beat you. And frustratingly enough, it was attractive. It was so hot, seeing him in his element so much, his hair slightly damp from the mist in the air. He was so fucking hot. And you couldn’t help the dirty thoughts that were flooding your mind.

“Oh man, I knew you were short but wow, you’re a real shorty!” Hyunggu grinned. You were standing in a circle-ish formation, and unfortunately, you were standing at the bit where the sand was slightly lower, making the height difference between you and Hyunggu even bigger. It also did not help that Hongseok had now joined in with Hyunggu, making comments about your height. You bit on your tongue, taking a step closer to the man standing across from you. Your face got closer and closer to his, until you were only inches away from each other. This entire time, you held eye contact with him. “I cannot believe you.” You chuckled. “Could you just shut up for a moment?” Your tongue poked out of your mouth, still biting on it.

Hyunggu did not move backwards at all. He stayed perfectly still where he was standing. You actually expected him to back away, but the fact that he didn’t was attractive. Anything this guy did was attractive and it annoyed you. Why did he not move a fucking inch? It drove you crazy. “Where’s the fun in that, though? I like teasing you, like I said earlier. Don’t you remember?” He copied your expression, his smile turning into a smirk as always. “Hey, either get a room or stop with this sexual tension. Hongseok and I are still here, remember?” Bora interrupted your little staring competition. You slowly widened the gap between you and Hyunggu again, while saying: “Do you really think I’d have sex with him when he’d rather fuck my mum?” Hyunggu snickered. “I see you’ve caught on with the ‘your mum’ jokes. I thought you hated them so much?” Your eyes were lasering a hole into his face. “Don’t make me strangle you.” He jokingly held up his hands next to his head.

“Guys, I do have to catch a bus so I’ll get going now.” Bora exclaimed after an hour. It was getting late, and so the rest of you also decided to leave with her. The four of you all cycled together to the station, you and Hyunggu paying extra attention to Bora and Hongseok since they were drunk and you didn’t want your friends to fall off their bikes.

Once you arrived at the station, you were about to say your goodbyes to each other, when Hongseok said the following: “I know this is out of the blue, but I just want to place a bet real quick.” Everyone looked at him with curiosity. “I’m almost certain you two…”, pointing at both you and Hyunggu, “...you are gonna fuck tonight. There’s no way around it.” Bora cackled and agreed with Hongseok, also betting on it. The only appropriate response to this was to laugh it off, you thought. “They are drunk, they don’t know what they’re talking about.” Hyunggu said to you. “You’re right, haha.” Secretly, you were wishing Bora and Hongseok were right.

“I’ll see you guys soon! Have a good night!” You waved Bora and Hongseok goodbye. Bora had to catch her bus, and Hongseok just went home. This left you and Hyunggu alone, right next to the station. “Ah, that was fun.” You said to Hyunggu, expecting some snarky joke about how your mum would also be a lot of fun. But he didn’t. “It really was. That one beer you picked out was really nice, by the way.” He indirectly complimented you? This was new. You weren’t used to this. “What’s this? You’re being nice to me? I didn’t know you could do that?” He rolled his eyes. “Just because I choose not to, doesn’t mean I can’t actually be very nice to you. And isn’t that what friends do? Bully each other in a friendly way?” You couldn’t believe his words. You knew he genuinely respected you, but to hear him confirm it was so… sweet. “I guess you’re right, yeah. It is honestly quite fun when you tease me like that. It’s a fun dynamic.” You smile at him, making him smile as well.

An hour had passed, and you were actually having a regular conversation. No teasing (okay, some teasing, because it IS still Hyunggu in the end), just talking casually about what your lives had been up to in the last few weeks outside of the project. It was nice. You felt so comfortable with him, as if you had known him for much longer than 7 weeks. And you assumed he felt the same way, seeing his comfortable stance and the way he talked to you.

Another hour passed. It was now 2AM, and you were freezing. The mist had gotten even thicker, and you could barely see 50 metres away from you. After two hours of standing outside, you saw some lights approaching. Two people cycled past you, and Hyunggu, after they were far enough away from you two, said: “They are gonna fuck, for sure. No doubt about that. Did you see the eyes of that guy? He’s needy as fuck.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “Yeah, sure they are. What about those three in the distance?” You pointed at the three heads you saw through the window of an apartment. He looked up and giggled. “I don’t know about them. I mean, maybe?” It prompted him to ask you: “Do you think you’d be interested in threesomes?”

The question caught you off-guard. You didn’t think you would be outside at 2AM, talking to Kang Hyunggu out of all people, about threesomes out of all subjects. “I think I’d like it? I mean, extra pleasure at the same time? But it has to be with the right people.” He nodded. “If it’s with the right people, I would give it a try. But otherwise, I think I’m good.”

The conversation slowly drifted to more sexual topics, like your sexual preferences and kinks. “I used to be just into women, but I came to the realisation that I like other genders as well a year or two ago.” The casual coming-out from Hyunggu either confirmed that he trusted you or that he was comfortable with his sexuality. Or both. Either way, it made you happy that he shared it with you. “Honestly, as long as they are up for squishing my ass, we’re good.” He laughed. “Oh, so you’re into that huh?” You raised an eyebrow at him while smirking. “Perhaps I am.” He winked back at you.

“Were you a horny teen?” You asked him, while snickering at the question. He scoffed. “Make a guess, Y/N. I’m a guy who loves to make sex jokes. What do you think?” You chuckled at his answer. “Okay, I guess that's clear then.” “What about you? Were you?” You were slightly hesitant at first to answer, but after a few seconds you said: “Yes, it was honestly terrible how horny I was back in the day.” You were rewarded with a Hyunggu laugh. “Okay, so what about now? Are you still as horny? Did you play games like truth or dare as well?” “I’ve never played truth or dare as in, the sexual version, no. And I’d like to think I’m not stuck anymore in the ‘only thinking about sex’ loop.” You chuckled. “Do you want to play truth or dare then? It’s funny, I swear.”

Why were you playing truth or dare with your very attractive, hot, handsome friend, in the midst of the night, outside while it was freezing? You didn’t know entirely why. You didn’t know what in you thought it was a good idea to say yes to his proposal to play truth or dare. Although he did say he would keep it PG, you weren’t sure whether you wanted him to stay PG. The way he had been constantly teasing you made you extremely needy for him, for his touch. It made you feel pathetic, wanting to feel his cock inside you so badly. Yet here you were, playing ‘PG truth or dare’ in the cold, at 3AM.

“Was there a moment where you really hated me?” Hyunggu asked, an expecting look in his eyes. “About… 5 hours ago? When you were just going on and on with the ‘your mum’ jokes?” He cackled, his eyes closing from laughing. “Be honest though, some of them were really good”, he paused, “just like me in bed when I’m fucking your mum.” You punched his side, in disbelief but also not surprised at all. “What’s up with the ‘I’m keeping this game PG’? Did you forget about that?” You smiled. “It’s mostly been PG, and I was just stating the truth, mind you.” You raised your eyebrows at him, staring at him, your mouth agape. You were speechless. He didn’t pay too much attention to your state, asking you whether you wanted a truth or a dare. “Truth.” “Now that I’ve already made a sexual remark, can I just ask anything?” You nodded. Sure, what was the worst thing he could ask? “Are you horny right now?”

You raised your eyebrows again, this time in disbelief. Did he actually just ask that? What the fuck? “I… I…” You couldn’t talk. It felt as if all the words you knew had suddenly vanished from your memory. “If you don’t want to answer that question, then that-” “Yes, I am. Very horny, even.” It left Hyunggu silent. What was the point of asking that question? You imagined him teasing you with the information, but he just… stood there. He had said nothing about it. No teasing, nothing that provoked you. It felt out of place. And the silence was killing you.

“Truth or dare?” It was his turn to pick one. It was the first time after a minute that your eyes met again. “Dare.” Hyunggu said, just a bit louder than a whisper, but not as loud as normal speech. You, trying to lighten up the mood a bit again, jokingly said: “If you’re so desperate for fucking my mum, then do whatever you want to do with her to me.” It obviously was a joke, you could easily tell from your tone. But Hyunggu stayed silent, eyes locked with yours, inching closer and closer without breaking eye contact. So close even, that your foreheads and noses were touching each other.

You could feel your body burning, your lust growing with every step he took. At some point it didn’t even feel like it was freezing anymore. It suddenly felt like it was the middle of summer with how hot you were getting. Your mind was racing with thoughts, until they were interrupted by Hyunggu speaking up.

“And what if I prefer doing you instead?”

He said that. He actually said that. You could not believe your ears. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, but also the burning feeling in your lower area. Kang Hyunggu said that he wanted to fuck you. You caught him staring at your lips and were able to pull away just in time. “Please come over to my place.” You stared at him, almost begging he would nod and come with you. So the moment his head moved up and down, you instantly got onto your bikes and led the way to your apartment.

The way you cycled home felt as if you were a cyclist in the Tour De France. You were going at such a quick pace, not being able to wait any longer to be on top of each other, to feel each other’s skin, to let your lips collide and let your tongues dance with each other. As soon as your apartment building was in sight, you parked the bikes as quickly as you could and walked quickly towards the front door of the building. You lived on the 4th floor of this block of apartments so there was either the option of the elevator or the stairs to get there. And as two horny university students, taking the lift is the better option, is what your slightly tipsy brain thought.

You were lucky it was 3AM, the entrance was completely empty and there was no sign of life in the lift either. The little lift was extremely gross, but you and Hyunggu couldn’t help yourselves. The moment you stepped inside this elevator, he pushed you against the back wall, kissing you like a starving man, subtly grinding into you. The suddenness caught you off guard, letting a moan come through. You could feel him smirk in the kiss. And you couldn’t help but hum just a bit more for his pleasure.

The sound the lift made when you arrived at the floor of your apartment almost drowned in the 18+ sounds that left your mouths. He grabbed your hand, speed walking towards the doors lined up in front of him, while asking: “Which one?” As you were looking for your keys, you responded: “Room 069.” Hyunggu struggled to keep in a laugh, you could hear a faint “pfft” and see a big grin on his face. “I know, haha funny number. Let’s just get going please, I need you right now.” You said, slightly serious because of the desperation. “We can do the funny number if you’re down for that?” Hyunggu proposed while winking at you, still walking towards the room, but now walking backwards. “Hyunggu, we’ll decide what we do when we’re actually doing it please. I’m so fucking horny.” You couldn’t keep it together, he was driving you mad. When you arrived at the door, you unlocked it and quickly got inside.

Hyunggu pushed you against the back of your front door, the same way he did it in the lift. Except this time, you were certain no one would see you, no one would hear you (or at least less clearly), and no one would interrupt you. It was just you and him. And you were enjoying every second of it. The teasing Kang Hyunggu you knew, had turned into devilish very-good-kisser-and-probably-very-good-in-bed Kang Hyunggu. You enjoyed seeing this new side of him. And you wanted to explore more of this side.

The way his lips were on yours, the hunger that had washed over you both, the way his hands were trailing over every single bit of your body, the way your hands clenched his hair and dishevelled it. The path your hands took to trail from his hair to his ass, softly touching his jaw, dropping it to his chest, over his back and softly pinching the supple skin of his behind. “Fuck, that-that’s nice…” Hyunggu softly moaned out. “You-you rem-remembered…” “Of course, at that point I was already horny for you.” You casually blurted out, which led to a short grin from the both of you.

Never did you think you would be doing this with him. But never would you regret ever doing it with him.

Your hands snaked back to his chest, as you disconnected your lips from his and pushed him backwards, nodding towards your bedroom. He looked behind him for a split second and started walking backwards towards the door, slowly taking off clothing. You did the same, not a single second where you broke eye contact. The tension in the room was higher than a junkie on a day off, and with every step you were more turned on.

Since you lived in an apartment, all your rooms were on the same floor, which was very convenient for this moment. Hyunggu had pushed open the door, looking back once again to see your bed in the middle of the room, and making sure he didn’t trip over anything. Your eyes had now drifted to his neck, and you picked up your pace to get closer to him again. Most of your clothes had now been taken off and were decorating the floor of the living room. Once you were standing a few inches away from him again, you latched your lips onto his neck, kissing the soft skin, sucking it just hard enough to form some hickeys. “You look so pretty with those, Hyunggu. I wonder what people will think when THE Kang Hyunggu shows up with a neck littered with hickeys tomorrow morning during the psychology lecture.” Your tone was extremely teasing, sounding sweet yet menacing in a way. You could see the darkness, the lust in his eyes, after you said that. You just knew it was affecting him.

For the first time in your life, you felt like you had some power over him. And it felt kinda good.

You pushed him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress and your blankets. He was completely naked apart from his boxer shorts, the fabric tightly around his member, the precum bleeding through and staining the cotton. It was a sight you wished to see more than once. You could feel your own situation getting messy down there, with this eye-candy in front of you on top of already being very turned on.

You reached over to your bed stand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. Hyunggu caught on and slipped off the last piece of clothing. His dick sprung out of the restraints, his body gently thrusting into the air, in need of something around his cock. You rolled the condom down his member, licking your lips and trying very hard to fight the urge of just sucking his dick. You needed him in you too much to delay that. Hyunggu slightly twitched at your cold hands touching his private part, a groan escaping his throat.

The last pieces of your clothing were now on your bedroom floor, as you took them off. Hyunggu was still lying on your bed, looking at your frame, you could see his tongue darting over his lips, biting his bottom lip. He was so into it. And so were you.

You sank onto his girth, both of you sighing and moaning. You had been waiting for this moment for quite a few hours now, and it felt so good to be filled up. Hyunggu was having the same kind of euphoria, finally being able to have his cock in you. After you both had adjusted, you started moving. Forwards and backwards, up and down. Your skin was rubbing together, your moving up and down was slamming your skin together, creating lewd sounds that filled the room. Not only those sounds, but your moans and groans, as well as Hyunggu’s huffs and moans were echoing in the room.

“God, you feel… so good… Y/N….” Hyunggu managed to say, his hips now thrusting into you as well. It added so much to the moment, it turned you on all over again. His dancer hips had so much control, being able to sharply thrust into you at the right time. It made you sigh. But it wasn’t ever enough. “Fuck, faster! Please Ggu…” Your voice involuntarily rose, and you were almost sure your neighbours could’ve heard that. But in the moment, you could not give a single fuck. You needed him, he needed you. The bliss you were in right now was worth any awkward conversations you needed to have with your flatmates.

Hyunggu might not have been the most ripped guy ever (Hongseok, your shared friend, had muscles for days compared to Hyunggu), but the way he could control his body as a dancer was incredible. And it showed. Or at least, you could feel it. Every thrust was so precise and controlled, every movement making you feel closer to the edge.

“Your fucked out face… It’s hot… You look so - shit - fucking hot Y/N…” Hyunggu suddenly blurted out. The dirty talk was a surprise, but one you welcomed. “You should… See your own face… Shit, so pretty…” You replied. The reply came out as huffs and puffs, but he was able to understand you. “Do you - fuck - like being filled up by me, Y/N? Am I making you feel good?” He said, his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth, his hair sticking to his forehead. The scene was so erotic, and his words were messing you up. “I do, I love it so much!” You wanted to be cheeky, but you simply couldn’t. The bliss was simply too much for you to lie. You needed all of him.

You started feeling a knot in your stomach, signalling you were close. “I-I think I’m gon-gonna cum.” This prompted Hyunggu to say: “Scream my name. I want to hear it, but more importantly, I want your neighbours to hear you being this pathetic because of me.” “I think they already heard us, we’ve been loud and it is 4AM.” The opportunity to be cheeky was there, and so you grabbed it. However, you still listened to his request. You wanted to scream it, you wanted to do anything he asked you. “Fuck fuck fuck, Hyunggu, I’m gonna cum!” “I’m really fucking close too!” The only sounds audible now were your huffs, chasing your highs.

You came first, and Hyunggu came from the sight and feeling of you cumming. You got off him and rested your arms and head on his chest, sighing loudly after coming down from your high. Hyunggu raised his head slightly to kiss the crown of your head. You were laying in silence for a few minutes, until Hyunggu decided to speak up. “I guess our friends were right in the end.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Shit, you’re right. But that’s what you’re thinking of right now? After all this?” You looked up at him. “I mean, we are still students Y/N. I can use every single bit of money I have.” He grinned, his eyes wrinkling up. “You’re right.” You said.

After cleaning up, you sat together underneath the blankets. “I can’t believe this all happened because I joked about fucking your mum.” You punched him in the side while facepalming. “I can’t believe it either.” “Maybe I should make those jokes more often.” You looked him in the eyes, a slight bit of disbelief on your face. “N-no, I’d rather have you just ask me to fuck instead of having to bear those terrible, terrible jokes.” You both cracked up. “Alright, deal.”

#kang hyunggu #kino #hyunggu #smut #pentagon #pentagon smut #kino smut #hyunggu smut #hyunggu pentagon #kpop #fanfic #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #ptg #펜타곤

[post-modern-prometheus]

Okay so I already sent an ask about this but I wasn’t finished and I’m not sure if it went through so I’m sending it again.

So I was watching DOFP and later read some of your Winter Soldier Peter posts, and I ended up with the realization that, if Peter was a winter soldier, then Logan probably knew about it. I mean, it was implied that they were friends back before Logan time traveled, and if they were friends then Peter telling Logan about his past and what Hydra did to him as a child isn’t too far-fetched.

And now I’m imagining a scenario where Logan goes back in time, goes to recruit Peter, and after spending a few minutes with the younger version of him just knows that the cheerful and extremely talkative personality Peter seemingly has is just a mask — one he put up so people would overlook and underestimate him. And while it’s works on Hank and Charles, Logan had known Peter in the future — had known how good his friend was at pretending — and is easily able to see right through this teenage Peter’s mask.

(And maybe, back in the 2000’s, this mask wasn’t a mask at all. Perhaps Peter eventually was able to heal and let the real him show after years and years of hiding it. But here in 1973 Peter had only been out of Hydra’s grasp for a little over a year. In 1973, Peter still isn’t quite sure who he is, if he was meant to be more than what Hydra made him into, so naturally, he pretends)

Anyways, things go as they do in the movie. Erik is broken out of the Pentagon, Raven is shot, mutants are revealed to the public, and Logan, once he knows that his job is done, goes to find Peter. Bc maybe Hydra wasn’t totally gone in the future (and destroyed) timeline, and he knows that he should tell Peter. (And yes, I know that Logan technically loses the future memories in canon but here he doesn’t bc honestly, why not?)

Back to the point, Logan finds Peter who isn’t exactly happy to see him for obvious reasons. But then Logan tells him that he knows about Hydra and his time as a winter soldier, and then goes on to tell Peter that Hydra is still around in the future. This somehow turns to Peter and Logan going on a long ass trip with the mission of destroying Hydra. (Sort of how Yelena and Natasha destroy the red room.)

the best buddy cop movie dynamic with the gruff older dude and the annoying/enthusiastic younger guy I LOVE IT

#peter maximoff #logan howlett

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Oh My Ghost (2018) Ep. 9-16

Part 2 of this post because tumblr would not let me save anymore either because of the numerous images I’m commenting on or because of how many times I use the word H*rny 

Kaopoon is frustrated bc Real Jiw is now vibing with her new BF Sun while she is sitting sadly on a swing set [Alexa play Sadness and Sorrow]

Backtracking to the other kind of drama: Lieutenant Murder is finally going to murder someone on screen (specifically his fellow police officer) because Lieutenant Murder jumped him for getting too close to solving Nammoon's hit-and-run case, which is at this point obvious he committed)

I love when Sun and Jiw flirt through their apartment wall

Jiw and Sun are dating now but the remaining point of contention is how much Horny Ghost just wants them to sleep together instead of getting to know each other to which Sun thinks “Jiw do u only want me for my body 😔?”

I can't believe that Lieutenant Murder's tragic backstory is that he was an orphan oh my god. Adoption is normal!! Murder is not!!

Lieutenant Murder was possessed by an evil spirit????? (After the first time he tried to murder????) WHAT WHAT WHAT

Sous Chef Rain is yelling at the restaurant staff bc of forgetting his birthday, bc he is, truly, a perennial pain in the ass

They are all out for Rain's birthday except for Sun bc of his and Jiw (Kaopoon)'s sex fight and so he is very anxious about his girlfriend being out with The Guys without him

Also Study-Abroad Win is handsome to the point of distraction AND nice  where is his romance? Where is the justice for the male models of the world

Sun's Mom does not know he is Dating and Housing his employee possessed by a Horny Ghost He Thinks is One Facet of Her Personality

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Win has been politely pretending not to notice that Sun and Jiw are in a relationship and now I'm thinking he will get a romance and it will be Ida, to wrap up most of the loose ends of this relationship pentagon. Based on no other reason than that they are both single

Dkjhgkjgh lmao @ Sun going to his whole staff: “WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE MARKET?” and then saying no to everyone one by one except his girlfriend

Kaopoon is making Sun help her dad install a restaurant hose in the middle of their work day hahaha

FINALLY PROOF THAT LIEUTENANT MURDER IS A MURDERER. Warning for murder related description, there was a flashback where it showed a still body (face obscured) wearing Kaopoon's outfit on his bathroom floor

They really hammered home the ‘he is a murderer’ thing, he has a bag full of evidence of his crime

In more lighthearted news, Sun's rice intolerance is psychosomatic bc his mum never cooked rice for him and it's Sad Boy Hours

Sun and Kaopoon!Jiw seem like they're finally ready to have sex (they've talked out their feelings and are going away together) but there are FIVE MORE EPS and the murder stuff still lingers so I wonder what other madness this show will unleash on me

Actually, six more eps!! Ahhhh that's so much time

Oh how the tables have turned now Kaopoon is the one too in love with Sun too have sex (bc she will go to the afterlife if she does -- But if she doesn't she'll be an evil spirit so... stuck between a rock and hard-on) 

I have been suspecting for a while tho that the sex will not change anything. She will probably have to solve her murder to pass on

You know what that is? Growth!!

Now they are back to the weird energy of Sun going “Now that we are in love I would like to have sex,” and Kaopoon!Jiw going “Sex????? Never heard of it!!”

Against Kaopoon's credit, she has not informed Jiw that their relationship has progressed this much. She's just like "yeah things are normal" bc she wants to spend as much time with Sun while she has the chance

Win and Kaopoon!Jiw are just being good bros and Sun, in tandem with the sex-back-and-forth, is jealous of their dynamic

Kaopoon has begun to solve her own murder!!! Unfortunately the first thing she did was point out inconsistent evidence to Lieutenant Parin, who extremely Murdered Her

I feel so happy for Jiw when she gets to experience normal boyfriend moments with Sun like these cheesy matching necklaces. <3 Why does Jiw's life have to be so complicated?

Kaopoon is... spiritually breaking up with Jiw, so she can end the messiness of her involvement with Sun

Ehkjehrrk Jiw is back to living her own life and a spirit just tried to grab at her and she just whacked their hand off and said, "Don't bother me now!" so she could keep cooking, love that for her

The employee-boss affair's out of the bag!!

They also keep cutting to Lieutenant Murder with his knife ready to go after Jiw for Knowing Too Much kjhgkhgjh so I guess the last four-and-a-half eps will dedicated to crime-fighting

Auntie Pu is kind of my favourite character on this show bc she goes from Ghost Nemesis to Ghost Mom all while having Sun's mom as her BFF and Sugar Mama

Hahahaha all the other restaurant staff (minus Win, who is chill) are sucking up to Jiw now bc she's dating Sun

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Jiw felt guilty about dating Sun when half the things he loves are things that Kaopoon did and now the Horny Ghost is out of the bag

I can only assume, bc he thinks she's bipolar, he will assume this is product of a hallucination

Reservations on the commentary on bipolar disorder aside, what DO u do when the person you love tells you that they can see ghosts and key relationship moments you had together were the product of them being possessed by a ghost

Sun now believes in ghosts but he's very upset about the romantic implications of this knowledge

“I think the reason I haven’t been reincarnated... isn’t the fact I’ve never slept with a man after all” HORNY GHOST CONFIRMED FOR DETECTIVE GHOST. VINNNNNDICATION!!!!!

Awww the restaurant staff are all surrounding Chef with support in his time of romantic woe

“But I want the two people I care about the most to be happy” I want Win to date Sun AND Jiw he's so good to them

AYYYYYYY Sun found out that Jiw made the recipes for the blog he liked (and called his soulmate) and now he's visiting her grandma bc he truly is in love with both Jiw AND Kaopoon

Sun said, “I acknowledge this is a complicated situation but I'm willing to work through the ghost thing and figure out how we feel about each other”

Cutting back to Lieutenant Murder, he has just meowed at his coworker threateningly in response to being investigated (for attacking that same coworker!!)

Lieutenant Murder wears this same stupid outfit every time he's gonna do a crime recently and can I just say: I hate it

WHAT'S HE GONNA DO, KILL EVERYONE WHO KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT ONE OF HIS MANY CRIMES?? THAT'S A LOT OF PEOPLE! AUNTIE PU! JIW! THE FORESENICS ANALYST! ALMOST-SUN? HE CAN'T EVEN KILL KAOPOON BC HE ALREADY KILLED HER AND SHE'S A GHOST!!!!!!!!!!!

“Chef, is something wrong?” Jiw asked, after telling Sun that his brother-in-law is a murderer who also probably hit his sister with a car

Sun said, “Pls don't be a murderer I love u bro” and Parin said “My life of crime is very important to me”

This is Kaopoon possessing Auntie Pu so that Kaopoon, Jiw and Sun can be a crime-fighting trio, love that for them

There are SO MANY crimes going on right now I cannot even begin to describe but just know Lieutenant Murder is responsible for all of them

So Jiw has been kidnapped (GUESS WHO) and Sun is investigating every school in the area and Kaopoon has a network of ghosts looking for her while Jiw tries to find a way to communicate her location. The Crime-Fighting Trio Continues!!!

You'd think more people would notice  what a creep this guy is considering that he is literally DIGGING A GRAVE for the woman trapped in his cupboard!!

Poor Nammoon she has no idea her husband is possessed by a murderous ghost. Which like, to be clear, he did try to murder before the ghost possessed him sooooooooooooo

“You're a good person,” said Nammoon, to a man who has committed at least three murders with a fourth on the go

Sun rescued Jiw via high speed car chase and now Auntie Pu and Kaopoon have taken Sun's car to chase Parin and GET HIS ASS

Also Jiw got 2 attack Parin which I think she deserved to get to do

Oh yikes it's possible she fatally injured him which doesn't bode well for the psychological implications of this whole ordeal

Nope I was wrong the ghost-busting continues

Well I don't know what's more perturbing, the resolution of that fight or the fact that there is still one more episode of 1 HOUR left jhfkjhkfjh this better be a happy filler ep where Jiw and Sun get married omg

HORNY GHOST SHOW REALLY MAKING ME TEARY-EYED ON THE LAST EP

The entire restaurant staff is a collective of morons who love Jiw for who she is  

Jiw won a cooking scholarship and gets to study abroad in Europe for two years so it's Sad Boy Hours with Sun again

THEY GOT A SECOND DOG THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED ON THIS SHOW

SCREAM NOW AUNTIE PU IS A RICH AND FAMOUS GHOSTBUSTER MEDIUM

Sun has expanded his restaurant business, leaving Rain in charge, and so they have been sent a new employee Summer, who I guess is everyone's new Pain in the Ass just for fun kgjhkjhkgh

He was merely a plot device to prove the Chef Boys are Bros 4 lyf

In a weird turn of events Parin is still alive with amnesia???? Even if all of what he did as an adult was ghost possession stuff.... he did still try to attack a baby as a teen. That's a thing he did! Are we forgetting this????? I guess!!!

GET SOME THERAPY NAMMOON!!

BACK TO THE DOGS:

Sun is strumming a guitar woefully because he misses Jiw:

SHE'S BACK AND THE JIW SUPPORT SQUAD IS THRIVING:

Sun is presumably somewhere sadly shaking a tambourine

IT'S FINALLY HAPPY BOY HOURS

#ayesha says things #ayesha liveblogs oh my ghost #liveblogging #oh my ghost 2018 #thai television #television #long post

[hoseoksuc]

Like What You See?

summary ➣ after several months of not being able to see your boyfriend yuto, you decide to surprise him at his dorm, and let’s just say he wasn’t the only one surprised when you got there

genre ➣ fluffyish

warnings ➣ weight loss??

“so are you sure it’s alright if i spend the weekend with you guys?” you nervously buckled your seatbelt as you listened to the drastic sigh that was released on the other end of the phone call. “yes Y/N, i’ve told you for the hundredth time that it’s ok. i checked with our manager and he said it’d be a great stress reliever for yuto.”

relaxing your muscles, you laid back on to the soft fabric of your drivers seat. it seems like you haven’t seen yuto for ages and to add on you’ve never been to the dorms without his guidance. the whole situation made you a nervous wreck but you really wanted to surprise him after such a long time.

“Y/N, are you still there?” hui’s voice echoed throughout the speakers within your car, “yeah yeah sorry, i’m still here hui.” your thoughts were so jambled you forgot you were still on the phone. with your startled response you could hear hui chuckle at you from the other side, “listen, he’s gonna love to see you, don’t even stress about it. it’ll be great i promise.” you and hui had been friends years before you and yuto even started dating. he was like an older brother you never had and he always knew the right words to say.

exchanging brief goodbyes you hung up the phone, pulled out of your driveway and began the dreaded 45 minute drive to cube entertainment. the entire ride there you had to constantly fight back your anxiety. why were you so anxious? you guys had been dating for more than a year and you’ve never been uptight about things like this, so why now?

trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, you began to quiet the rising anxiety that had been creeping on you for the past hour. to distract yourself even more you rolled down the windows and turned up the radio to drown out any wondering thoughts still left. focusing on your driving you realized you only had a little ways to go before you reached your final destination. the thought of being able to physically see yuto again immediately put a smile and your face and you returned to your bright and happy self. “it’s all gonna be alright” you thought to yourself, “it’s all gonna be alright...”

after about 50 minutes of traffic from hell, you were finally able to send hui the text telling him you arrived safely and were waiting for him in the parking lot. about six minutes passed before you saw the medium sized black haired man appear from a set of white double doors dressed in a jersey and blue jeans. if his outfit wasn’t enough to identify him, his smile would 100% give away that it was indeed Mr. Lee Hoetaek.

“well well well, if it isn’t the one and only Mrs. Adachi.” taking a low bow in front of you, you smacked the back of his head. “ah hui, what did i say about calling me that” you whined as he laughed and stood back up to your eye level. “cmon, i know you like it” you waved that little annoyance of a man off and ignored his teasing. “am i gonna have to deal with your teasing this entire weekend?” you asked as you already started to walk away.

“well, no, technically you’ll have to deal with...” he quickly counted a number out on his fingers before finishing his statement, “eight, eight people’s teasing this weekend”. you chuckled at hui’s words, damn, you really missed being around him and the boys. they were like family to you, it’s hard to believe how much they really meant to you.

“so i’ll take your bags, let the boys know you’re here, and you can go find yuto, sound good?” hui already began to strip the light luggage you brought from you and slyly leave you behind. “hey! can you at least tell me where he’s at?” you yelled at him from halfway down the hall, “now if i told you what’s the fun in that? plus i’m not really sure where he’s at.” hui then turned around and scattered along with your overnight clothes. “sometimes i just really really despise that man.”

the cube building was HUGE, even though you weren’t a huge fan of the company you had to admit it was really pretty on the inside. but with cube being such a big building it made navigating much harder. yet on the bright side, hui had you park on the dorm side so you had three basic places yuto could be: the small practice room, the gym, or genuinely just inside pentagons dorm.

before you set off on your little yuto scavenger hunt you went ahead and sent wooseok a text asking where yuto was. you knew he wouldn’t answer immediately so you wanted to give him enough response time so you weren’t just wondering every where on cube property. but your safest bet was that he was down a couple hallways in the practice room, he had been talking about how he kept messing some footwork up on their latest choreography and how he’d been spending extra time practicing. you were kinda hoping he wasn’t practicing right now, just because you thought he was starting to overwork himself these days. he always strives to make himself better which you loved and hated about him, just sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop.

just a few steps away from the room you could already see there were people inside the practice room whether one of them was yuto or not. putting your hand on the door knob you told yourself just to act normal just in case he wasn’t actually present in the room. when you turned the handle you made immediate eye contact with three guys, none of which were yuto. a sigh of relief exited your body and a loud scoff could be heard.

“well hell are you not surprised to see us or something?” you instantly matched the voice with shinwon and a smile stretched across your face. “yea what the hell Y/N”, the second voice could be matched up with kino who had his arms crossed in front of his chest. you turned around and closed the door but before you could even get a word out a pair of long dangly arms picked you up off the ground.

“AH Y/N ITS BEEN SO LONG, I THOUGHT HYUNG WAS KIDDING WHEN HE SAID YOU WERE VISITING!” and this happy boy can easily be recognized as wooseok. you laughed and patted for him to put you down which he did once his energy levels dropped a bit. “no, no, i’m happy to see you guys i really missed you all. i was just hoping yuto wasn’t in here overworking himself.” the three boys let out a long ahh and shook their heads in agreement.

“so you’re looking for king of japan huh?” shinwon slipped in while making his way to lean on a wall. you nodded in agreement and looked at wooseok and kino for their responses. “well i’m pretty sure he’s in the gym working out right now.” wooseok added, “he’s been working out recently so your best bet is there.” hmm so he has been overworking himself a bit...

you had light conversation with the three and thanked them before going to check the gym to see if yuto was there. you enjoyed being able to talk to them, they’re some of the members who are closest to your age so conversation and interests were easier to talk about.

the gym was only a hall and two rooms over from the practice room, hopefully he didn’t hear wooseoks loud ass from the practice room or else the surprise would be ruined. as you got closer to the door the pain in your chest started to rise and you tried your best to ignore it. instead you tried focusing on the booming music that was leaking from the blurry door leading into the gym.

you couldn’t recognize the music to be yutos but you didn’t exactly know what kind of music he listened to when he would work out. so slowly you cracked open the gym door, allowing the music to grow louder and make your thoughts incoherent. you looked around a little until you saw a shirtless guy with glistening honey skin curling some weights in the corner. making your way in fully and shutting the door you tried finding the source of the loud music to turn it off. unfortunately you were unable to find any noticeable off switches so you decided to just sneak up on him.

the closer you got, you realized how buff and toned this guy was. maybe it wasn’t yuto? your thoughts all started to doubt each other and now you had to decide whether or not you wanted to take the risk of embarrassing yourself because you thought some random trainee was your boyfriend.

but while your thoughts started eating each other up the music had stopped and the man had put down the weights. you immediately snapped out of your confusion and just waited for the man to notice your presence. that’s when he finally got up and turned around and at that moment you thought you were for sure going to pass out.

“Y/N?!” but at least your first instinct was right, it was indeed yuto, but a very toned, more muscular, sexier yuto... in that moment you forgot how to speak the only thing you were capable of was scanning every inch of yutos body.

“You like what you see?”

his deep cocky voice instantly flooded your cheeks bright red as he made his way over to you.

“s-surprise!” you managed to choke out before sweaty yuto enveloped you in a tight hug. all he did was chuckle at you as he placed a quick kiss to sit on your forehead. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming? i could’ve been ready and we could’ve went to go get lunch!” he let you go and pouted his lips at you.

being the dumbass you are, you still couldn’t bring yourself back to reality after seeing buffed up yuto. “hellooo, earth to Y/N, anyone home? don’t make me tickle you.” finally you snapped out of it and came face to face with your boyfriend. instinctively you hugged him again which jerked him backwards a little bit but he gladly hugged you back.

“ha well someone was dazed a little bit.” he chuckled while you continued to embrace him. “i’m sorry, i was just a little shocked.” he looked down at you and raised an eyebrow, “hell out of all the people here i should be the one shocked.” you both let out little laughs at each other before you loosened your grip and yuto moved just hands down to your waist.

“well i’m glad i surprised you, it’s what i wanted. but you just surprised me with all of, well you know, this.” you dragged your hand lightly down his chest, drawing a straight line down his toned abdomen. “you look like you’ve lost a lot of weight hun” yuto scrunched his nose and randomly kissed your cheek, “ive been working out for the past couple months baby, just trying to make myself look better”. you reached your arms up to yutos neck and looked at him in disbelief, “yuto you were already the hottest, sexiest most perfect man on the world. you didn’t need to change yourself.”

a small smile pricked his lips and he reached down to kiss yours. oh how you missed his gentle kisses and just the feeling of being close to him again. “do you not like how i look now?” he asked jokingly which earned him a light slap to the chest, “of course i like how you look now, you’ll always be perfect in my eyes. i just want you to stay healthy, i can’t monitor you all the time now yuto. i just worry about you overworking yourself.” you rubbed his cheek and gave him a small smile. “i promise you im fine, i just wanted to gain more muscle that’s all, i promise. i still eat all the cookies and goodie bags you send me.” you laughed at each other and it made you feel a little better knowing that he wasn’t trying to unhealthily force himself to workout.

after a small moment of silence yuto finally speaks out “i missed you Y/N” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, “i missed you too yuto.” you connected the space and kissed him again but this time it lasted longer than the first, it was more passionate and deeper. when you both pulled away it caused you to laugh and fall into his arms. moments like these are what makes you miss him every time he goes away...

now that yuto knows you’re here, you both decide to make your way back to the dorm and get yuto all cleaned up and you must say, the man smells much better now. laying on his bed playing on your phone you waited for him to return from his brisk shower. suddenly without warning a big plop landed right next to you. the strong scent of old spice rolling off of him. you had never forgotten that distinct smell of body wash since you were the one to buy him that specific brand.

“im.so.glad.you.came.to.see.me” moving around, yuto placed kisses all over your face as he spoke to you which made you a giggling mess. once he stopped he calmed down and pulled you into his chest. of course he still had no shirt on, but you were never one to complain.

“yuto” you said which made the wet red striped haired boy look down at you. “Y/N” he replied sarcastically, “is it weird that on my way here i just had a nervous gut feeling that something was gonna go wrong today?” the little smile on your face turned to serious as you asked yuto the question you had been wanting the answer to all day.

even though you couldn’t recall the memory at the moment, yuto knew exactly why you were so anxious about seeing him after such a long time apart, “you know i would never do to you what he did to you, right?” he played with a strand of your hair while you tried processing what he had just said. and then it hit you.

your ex, he had cheated on you, after he went on vacation for awhile and met a foreign woman and slept with her... it was your last relationship before you dated yuto and it was something you always told him that bothered you. it explains why you were so anxious to go see him, you were just in terror that you’d find him cheating or find out he’s been cheating and half to drive 45 minutes back home all broken-hearted again.

you made eye contact with yuto and faintly smiled. he has made you realize that you can trust someone and fall in love again without having to second guess his every action. you really really loved him and you couldn’t ask for someone better.

“i know, i know you would never, i guess i just get paranoid sometimes.” he rubbed a little circle on your cheek and smiled, “i would never do anything to hurt you, i love you a lot Y/N, there’s no one in this world other than you that can make me feel like i own all the stars in the sky.” for a moment you felt tears prick your eyes but you held them back, this time you just dug your face into his chest and let him hold you. this is truly the thing you had missed the most, just being able to rest in each other’s presence.

#pentagon #yuto #adachiyuto #kpop #wooseok #hui #kino #shinwon #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpopff #pentagon ff #pentagon imagine #pentagon imagines #pentagon reactions #pentagon reaction #yeo one #yanan #jinho #hongseok #changgu #hyunggu #yuto fluff #yuto imagine #yuto reaction

[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 14

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh Chapter 14 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 14/? SUMMARY: Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

The Doctor settled into life with the Ponds well enough. He and Elise took walks every day and just talked about things that were on her mind. It felt nice to spend time with him.

Right now he was sitting with Amy and Rory eating fish fingers and custard as they watched some reality television. “If I had a restaurant, this'd be all I'd serve,” the Doctor told them.

Amy scoffed. “Yeah, right. You running a restaurant.”

“I've run restaurants. Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding?”

Rory laughed, but stopped when he saw the serious look on the Doctor’s face. “You didn't.”

“Pudding, yet savory. Sound familiar?”

The next morning, the Doctor was playing on the Wii again. His favorite game involved hitting a ball with a racquet.

Elise didn’t see the appeal.

“Oh, yes! Second set, Doctor! Ha ha! Oh, if Fred Perry could see me now, eh? He'd probably ask for his shorts back. Third set decider, come on, then.”

Suddenly, the cube that was sitting on the side table started floating.

It flew in front of the Doctor. “Out of the way, dear, I'm trying to…”

The cube didn’t do anything. It just hovered there.

“Whatever you are, this planet, these people, are precious to me. And I will defend them to my last breath.”

The cube only hovered.

“Is that all you can do, hover? I had a metal dog could do that.”

A little metal tube came out of the cube.

“Oh, that’s clever. What's that?”

It fired an energy bolt.

The Doctor dodged and it hit a vase. The Doctor and Elise scrambled out of the living room.

Well so much for domesticity.

The cube started flipping through images on the TV.

“You really have woken up.”

Rory came running in from the kitchen. “Doctor! Hi. Uh, the cube in there, it just opened.”

Amy came running down the stairs. “The cube upstairs just spiked me and took my pulse!”

“Ha! Really? Mine fired laser bolts and now it's surfing the net,” the Doctor told them. He grabbed his jacket and put it on as Brian came inside the house.

“You're never going to believe this. My cube just moved. It rattled.”

Rory’s phone started ringing and he answered.

The Doctor laughed and ran back into the living room.

“Hello? Okay, I'm on my way.” He hung up. “I have to get to work. They need all the help they can get.”

“Let me come, help out,” Brian said.

“Take your dad to work night, brilliant!” He turned to Amy. “Okay, are you going to be all right here?”

Amy kissed him on the cheek. “Keep away from the cubes.”

“Right.” Rory and Brian left.

The Doctor was looking down at his psychic paper with a smile.

“What are you grinning about?” Amy asked.

“We're wanted at the Tower of London.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Amy, Elise, and the Doctor got out of the car and were greeted by Kate.

“Every cube across the whole world activated at the same moment.”

“Now we're in business. You sent me a message to my psychic paper. You know what? I'm almost impressed.”

“Secret base beneath the Tower. Hope we're not here because we know too much,” Amy joked.

“Yes, I've got officers trained in beheading. Also ravens of death,” Kate said, sarcastically.

“I like her,” Amy told the Doctor.

The Doctor knew another redhead would like Kate.

They entered an area with small rooms containing cubes.

“There are fifty being monitored, and more coming in all the time. I don't know how useful it is. Every cube is behaving individually. There's no meaningful pattern. Some respond to proximity. Some create mood swings,” Kate said.

There was a women crying in one of the rooms.

Amy pointed to one of the cubes. “Er, what's this one?”

“Try the door,” Kate told her.

Amy opened the door and an extremely annoying song (that once again Elise didn’t recognize) started playing.

The Doctor put his fingers in his ears.

“On a loop!” Kate yelled over the music.

Amy quickly shut the door.

They walked over to a bay of computer screens.

“This is the latest,” Kate said.

“Oh dear. Systems breach at the Pentagon, China, every African nation, the Middle East,” the Doctor listed off.

“I've got governments screaming for explanations and no idea what to tell them. I'm lost, Doctor. We all are.”

“Don't despair, Kate. Your dad never did.”

Kate looked over at him and the Doctor smiled.

“Kate Stewart, heading up UNIT, changing the way they work. How could you not be? Why did you drop Lethbridge?”

“I didn't want any favors. Though he guided me, even to the end. Science leads, he always told me. Said he'd learned that from an old friend.”

Elise could hear the fondness in her voice when she spoke about her father. Elise shifted closer to Doctor and put her head on his shoulder.

“We don't let him down. We don't let this planet down.”

A monitor started beeping.

“They've stopped. The cubes, across the world, they just shut down,” the guy who was monitoring the screens said.

“Active for forty seven minutes, and then they just die?” Kate asked.

“Not dead. Dormant, maybe,” the Doctor said.

“Then why shut down?” Amy asked.

“I don't know. I don't know,” the Doctor said, “I need to think. I need some air. Who has an underground base? Terrible ventilation.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Amy, Elise, and the Doctor sat out by the river Thames.

“The moment they arrived, I should have made sure they were collected and burned. That is what I should have done,” the Doctor said.

“How? Nobody would have listened,” Amy told him.

“You're thinking of stopping, aren't you? You and Rory.”

“No. I mean, we haven't made a decision.”

“But you're considering it.”

“Maybe. I don't know. We don't know. Well, our lives have changed so much. But there was a time, there were years, when I couldn't live without you. When just the whole everyday thing would drive me crazy. But since you dropped us back here, since you gave us this house, you know, we've built a life. I don't know if I can have both.”

“Why?”

“Because they pull at each other. Because they pull at me, and because the traveling is starting to feel like running away.”

“That's not what it is.”

“Oh, come on. Look at you, four days in a lounge and you go crazy.”

“I'm not running away. But this is one corner of one country in one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them before they flare and fade forever. And it's all right. Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while.”

Just like Elise would eventually stop once she met him. The one she was always meant to be with.

“Then why do you keep coming back for us?”

“Because you were the first. The first face this face saw.” He turned to look at Elise. “Besides you of course.” He kissed her forehead and turned back to Amy. “And you're seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be. I'm running to you, and Rory, before you fade from me.”

Both Amy and Elise put their heads on his shoulders. His girls.

“Don't be nice to me. I don't want you to be nice to me,” Amy told him.

“Yeah, you do, Pond, and you always get what you want.” An idea hit the Doctor. “They got what they wanted.”

“What? Who did?”

The Doctor smacked himself in the face. “The cubes. That's why they stopped. Come on.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They ran back inside and found Kate.

“Kate? Before they shut down, they scanned everything, from your medical limits to your military response patterns,” the Doctor told her.

The power suddenly went out.

“They made a complete assessment of Planet Earth and its inhabitants. That's what the surge of activity was. Problem with the power?”

“Not possible. We've got back-ups.”

“Hmm.”

They ventured into the room containing the cubes.

“Doctor? Look!” Amy said.

All the cubes were showing the number seven.

“Why do they all say seven?” Kate asked.

“Seven. Seven, what's important about seven? Seven Wonders of the World, seven streams of the River Ota, seven sides of a cube,” the Doctor said.

“A cube has six sides,” Amy corrected.

“Not if you count the inside.”

The number changed to six.

“It has to be a countdown,” the Doctor said.

“Not in minutes,” Kate told him.

“Why would it be minutes? Kate, we have to get humanity away from those cubes. God knows what they'll do if they hit zero. Get the information out any way you can. News channels, websites, radio, text messages. People have to know that the cubes are dangerous.”

“Okay, but why is this starting now? I mean, the cubes arrived months ago. Why wait this long?” Amy asked.

“Because they're clever. Allow people enough time to collect them, take them into their homes, their lives. Humans, the great early adopters. And then, wham! Profile every inch of Earth's existence.”

“Discover how best to attack us,” Kate said, realizing what was going on.

“Get that information out any way you can. Go!”

“Right.”

The Doctor ran over to the bay of computers. “Every cube was activated. There must be signals, energy fluctuations on a colossal scale, there must be some trace. There can't not be.”

He turned to Elise, Amy, and Kate. “We need to think of all the variables, all the possibilities, okay? Go, go, go, go, go!”

They were running out of time. The numbers on the cubes changed to four.

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor imagine #eleventh doctor fanfiction #doctor who #doctor who imagine #Doctor Who fanfiction #amy pond #amy pond imagine #Rory Williams #rory williams imagine #brian williams #brian williams imagine #kate lethbridge-stewart #the littlest timelord #the littlest timelord: the fall of the eleventh #power of three

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Chapter 1: Sentimental Sparring

Title:Unresolved Notions

Series: Kengan Omega

Word Count: 4115 words

Warnings: Spoilers(for those who didn’t read the manga), swearing, mention of death, and a dribble of angst but majority fluff

Synopsis: This takes place 2 years after the game-changing Kengan Annihilation tournament on Ganryu island. Since then, you moved to the United States to help a good friend of yours with running her company. You haven’t been to Japan ever since but keep in touch with your friends from time to time. When you get a call that business has stirred up, you fly back to Japan to help out them out. What you didn’t expect was meeting two new fighters, one of which reminded of someone you were very fond of.

A/N: This is gonna be a series I’ll start, which will play into the manga of the Kengan Omega series. I know I’m going do Kengan Ashura one but they will be in forms of like headcanon format. God, this is so long. Enjoy!

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It’s been 2 years since you participated in the Kengan Annihilation tournament, met amazing people and some fought formidable foes. But it was also been that long since the death of Tokita Ohma. It’s been hard on everyone, but it was especially hard on you as well. For the past 2 years, you didn’t really move on after that. You hid it pretty well from everyone but people who knew you well enough would know you’re hurting so much on the inside. You just buried yourself in work and in training that you kinda force yourself to be numb to the emotional pain and move on with life.

Yorha, being the supportive friend she is, was worried and concerned about your well-being. She’s understand you’re a strong person but knows that everyone has a breaking point. When she confronted you about your well-being, you brush it off as being sick. But she called your bullshit and said the more you hide it, the more it hurts. Finally you came out to her about your woes. It’s not that you didn’t get over Ohma’s death, you’ve actually have come to terms with reality and accepted it. It was more of the sentimental feelings and memories which constantly cloud your mind that you’ve become emotional every time they come up. Mind you, you told Yorha that you didn’t purposely remember them, they just would pop up at the most inappropriate times such as in dreams or simple tasks. Yorha gave you some time off to recharge and collect yourself, which you took gratefully and used that time to train, go out, and sleep.

Fast-forward to today, Tuesday, as it seems like a regular work day. Not its usual bustling nature, but the workers are at least preoccupied with some sort of work. As of right now, you’re with Yorha in her office taking a break while discussing a successful deal and proposal. As she was sipping her tea and you with (drink), a ringing was pining on her office phone. Placing her drink down, she walked over and answer the call while placing it on speaker.

“Ms. Takagowa, there are important files here for you and Ms. (L/N).”

Yorha and you looked at each-other a little perplexed. You both didn’t expect important files to be sent up to you two, unless...

“Do you know sent those file?” Replying with a hint of authority

“I wish I knew Ms. Tokagawa, but all I know that it was sent with the initials J.J”.

By hearing those two letters, you knew it was your little brother, Jayce. Your brother was currently at the Pentagon working with the CIA on any findings or whereabouts of worm Instead of rolling your eyes, you stood up from the couch and signaled Yorha to allow the files to be brought up. 

Don’t worry about those files, please bring them here quickly. Thank you again for telling me about this.”

Yorha hung up the call soon after, not even 2 minutes have passed and there was a knock at the office door. You walked over and told the messenger to slide it under the door. After it appeared on your side of the door, you picked it up and brought to where Yorha was as she has seated in her office chair. As you ripped opened the beige envelope, inside were all blank papers but a CD. You placed the CD in the projector and popped up pictures and profiles of certain individuals that you have never seen before. As you took a closer look at the pictures, you saw a note typed out that seem to be meant for you and Yorha from your brother.

“Hi Big sis and Yorha,

sorry I couldn’t be here right now, I’m really needed here at work but I got some new leads that you guys might want to see.

-Jayce”

There were a profile of a man named Xia Ji, not much is said his profile other than he is a confirmed member of Worm by the tattoo on his right hand. There were many pictures of him being spotted in the streets of Tokyo and by a few other individuals near moving trucks. From just those few pieces, there's no doubt trouble will start rising if you don't do anything about it. But you know it would be suspicious to just drop in Japan out of the blue. You needed an excuse for work to go outside of the country.

*bzzzzz bzzzzzz 

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand and checked the caller ID. Speaking of the devil, it was Ms. Akiyama. You wondered what she could be calling you at such an hour?

“Ms. Akiyama, hello?”

“Oh Hi (Y/N), hopefully I’m not disturbing you in your work right now.”

“You’re not actually, is there something wrong?”

“There’s nothing really wrong with anything serious, but we need your help. The Kengan Association is in need of fighters for a tournament in 6 months against Purgatory. You see, we made a deal with Toyoda Idemitsu, the head of Purgatory, that if we lose to them the Kengan Association will be force to shut down. We were wondering if you could become a fighter for us or at least help out in training.”

Now this was what you have been waiting for, Yorha surprisingly can hear the phone conversation and you both gave a look that you’re on board with this. But your were iffy on being a fighter, however. 

“I don’t have a definite answer but I will come to Japan to help out you guys for sure. I’ll be there soon, don’t worry. Thanks Kaede.”

“No thank you, (Y/N). See you soon.”

After hanging up, you took a deep breath in and gave a heavy sigh. You put your phone away and faced Yorha who had a grin plastered on her face.

“Well, it seems we found our excuse to go to Japan. But how is this going to work when the CEO and COO are gone for half the year?”

Yorha thought about it before having an epiphany.

“We can still over overseas, we won't be at the company physically. I’ll organize a meeting discussing with council about what will work look like for half the year we’re gone.”

“Alright Yorha, I’ll leave everything up to you. I think that my break is over, I’ll back to work right now. See you later, sis!”

 You walked out of office and closing the door ever so gently. As Yorha waves you goodbye, her phone began to buzz with a mysterious caller ID. She picks up without hesitation even though she’s doesn’t recognize the number. With that her tone changes from friendly and sweet to low and cold serious.

“Hello?... Yeah, She doesn’t know... I’m sure of it, she’s clueless on what’s going down... oh trust me, you’re fine.”

She hangs up and bears a frown upon her face.

~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ah, it’s been too long Japan! I’m finally back!”

“Easy there, buckaroo. We have to settle in our rental house before we do anything else.”

“Damn, you have a point. Let’s go then”

As the two of you got out of the taxi and brought your stuff inside the house, you went right to work with putting stuff away and getting everything organized. After half an hour, you finally got settled in. It was 8:45am in the morning, pretty early to meet up with Mr. Yamashita and the rest of the group. So you decided to go out and visit some of your kengan acquaintances to see how they’ve been. Yorha said she had to go out and run some errands but will meet you at the Yamashita Trading CO. building around noon which was okay for you. You visited Cosmo, his master, and Adam at their dojo. You guys talked for a bit and you even complimented Adam for adjusting his fighting style when you watched them sparred. After saying goodbye to them, you went over to see how Haruo and Sekibayashi were doing. Haruo was happy to see you while you both watched Sekibayashi do a marathon of squats with a bunch of other wrestlers. After the squat marathon, Sekibayashi greeted you with open arms; however, you decline the offer from seeing how sweating he has become but you gave him a fist bump, saying that it was nice to see them. You looked at your phone to see the time and it was around 11:00 am so you decided to head over to the Yamashita trading building. Along the way, you ran into Himuro who was just passing by. He caught you up on the current situations with the fighters and asked if you were joining the fighter, you gave him an indefinite answer but assured him you’ll be helping out. Himuro waved bye as you made your way to the building which was in sight. As you walked closer, you also saw Yorha approached the building as well. When you got to the office door, you hear talking on the other side. Has it been that long since you last talked with them? Well, there was one way to find out.

*knock knock

When you a reply, you opened the door to see Mr. Yamashita and Kaede talking to 2 guys. You guessed they were the new fighters that Himuro were talking about. As you and Yorha entered everyone in the room turned their heads to face the two of you, Mr. Yamashita and Kaede’s face brighten up while the two fighters looked at in shock.

“Mr. Yamashita, Ms. Akiyama, It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

“(Y/N)!!!! It’s so nice to see you again! I’m glad to see you again after 2 years. It’s also nice to see you again too, Ms. Takagowa!”

Mr. Yamashita shook both of your hands while having a big smile on his face and Kaede greeted the both of you with the same type of energy. After you finished with greetings, you turn your attention to the 2 men that were standing on the side lines. Both of them were around 5′9, one of them had white hair and green eyes to which this man had a small blush that was painted across his face as he was in a slight daze. But the one that caught your attention the most was the man next to him. You stood frozen in place as you stared at him. His messy black hair, his face, it almost just as similar to him.

‘There’s no way this is... That’s impossible for him to still be alive... Am I hallucinating?... Who is he?’

You didn’t realize that you blocked out the outside until you started walking up to him. Yorha, Mr. Yamashita and Ms. Akiyama were calling your name but you fazed them out. Your mind was focused on this man.

The man who looked like Tokita Ohma 

Gaoh wasn’t shocked necessarily, he was actually curious of you. By your appearance of (height), (eye color) eyes, and (hair color) (hair length) hair, right off the bat Gaoh could tell you were a strong woman; and this isn’t just based on your appearance. He took note that you had a strong and power aura to you, yet it is accompanied with sincerity and relaxed. Now that you stood in-front of him, you slightly hesitated before placing your hands on Gaoh’s face, holding it ever so softly. Gaoh doesn’t really step away from you and let you place you hands on him. He couldn’t deny you created this warm feeling in him so he didn’t bother pushing you off. As you got a closer look, Gaoh did have some similarity to Ohma physically. However, the way his eyes told you a clear difference between the two men. As it’s a common saying, eyes are a window to the soul and you can tell that this man was lacking in some human attributes. One thing you noticed was his darker side and lack of fundamental trust he had in others, something Ohma clearly doesn’t have. After what felt like 5 minutes, you snapped back into reality and realized how much you were invading Gaoh’s personal space. You withdraw your hands before slightly bowing at the man.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to get in your space. You just reminded me of someone I knew very well. Sorry for the lack of introduction, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

Gaoh blinks his eyes for bit before extending his hand out and speaking out with monotonous voice.

“Oh, I’m Gaoh Ryuki. I’m representing Mr. Yamashita company in the tournament against purgatory. You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Unlike the majority of the women population, they would have blushed and gush over people who have said a compliment to them. But you didn’t, you knew by his lack of emotional expressions that he isn’t very good with words. But you didn’t leave him hanging as you shook his hand and then you turn to face the white hair man next to him.

“And you, what’s your name?”

“I’m Koga Narushima, nice to meet you as well.”

As you shook his hand, you took notice that his blush grew but you didn’t want to embarrass him so you kept quiet. You then turn your head and jester to your friend that was standing with adults. 

“Over there, that’s my lovely friend and boss, Yorha Takagowa. She’s the founder and CEO of Project YoRha.”

Yorha waves at the boys and you face Yamashita with determined eyes, she caught on with your final decision. Yamashita seemed confused and gave you a questionable look.

“Uh, (Y/N), what’s your answer?”

“I made a final decision, I will join the team of fighters for the Kengan association against Purgatory. If it’s possible for you to let me join, of course.”

“That’s great news, (Y/N)! I didn’t get answer from Akoya Seishu so you can take his spot. It’s good to have you on the team.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Yamashita. After all, I want to know more about this Purgatory you speak of.”

Giving off your usually vibe, you asked Mr. Yamashita if Gaoh or Koga are on the team. He responded with Gaoh being a definite while Koga is still on the fence. You then turn to the boys and gave a determined stare down.

“Well then, Koga and Gaoh, show me what you got that makes you worthy fighters.”

After taking a field trip Sekibayashi’s pro wrestling area, you decided to spar with the two newbies to see if they have what it takes to be apart of the Kengan team. Ms. Akiyama decided to stay back and continued on the hunt for more fighters as everyone went long. You decided to change into a white military tank with some black sweatshorts. Koga was the first one up in the ring with you, but he gave a disconcerting look at you. 

“What’s wrong, Koga? You feel sick?” You asked confusingly

“No, it’s just I never fought a female before. I just don’t think you can handle my style of fighting.” He said while rubbing his neck.

You didn’t take offense to it as you don’t blame the young man, there weren’t that many female fighters in the world that stood out to the public besides you. But it doesn’t mean you are gonna go easy on the kid .But everyone else in the room went silent, because they know what your capable of. Like, you literally were in the semi-finals of the Kengan matches. Plus, you made plenty of match names for yourself that people often refer to you as. But you ain’t gonna tell the kid that, you’ll let him find out for himself. Gaoh even shouted that he shouldn’t have said that and he’s going to get his shit rocked. Yorha took referee and began the match.

Koga threw some punches at you which you easy dodge or redirect. As you notice his advances towards you, you can already tell that he has too many openings. You weren’t breaking a sweat while Koga was struggling to catch his breath and sweating a lot. Next Koga goes in for an upper swing side kick with much force and he thought he had finished you off. 

Key word is “thought”

You caught his foot with one hand before side sweeping his other leg that was open. You pinned Koga to the ground with your knee on his back and your (dominant) hand was on his head. Yorha called the match as you got off the young lad who was breathing heavily. Koga being stunned was an understatement, he was still processing what just went down. As Koga got up, you gave him a serious stare that burned holes into his being.

“You rely on power and brute force too much when fighting. This creates a lot of openings for your opponent to pinpoint. Also, your footwork is too sloppy and needs to be more polished.”

As Koga left the ring, Gaoh already hopped in and got into a fighting stance. Yorha commenced the fight and you made you move on Gaoh which he immediately blocked. He tried using Earth Crouching Dragon on you but you caught his fist while your other hand was a fist that was placed closely on his head. Even though the two of you could have continued with the fight, you decided to stop the match. Something caught your eye about Gaoh, it was how he didn’t hesitate to go in for the kill. Besides Gaoh’s fighting skills, he needed to work more on individual growth as well. As the two of you got out of the ring, ou stare down the two lads  before speaking.

“Both of you need to train, especially you Koga. But I won’t deny the immense potential the two of you have. For the next few months until the tournament, you two will spend some of your time with me for training. As I will coach and mentor you both for the rest of the time.”

After some thinking Gaoh said he was okay for you being his mentor and Koga would be honored for you to help him train for the tournament. As you were resting, Yorha gave you a towel and asked about Gaoh. You kinda spilled your thoughts to her of what you thought of Gaoh. She really thinks he’s not a bad kid, it’s just he needs more character substance. You glanced at her and shook your head with a smile.

“This is gonna be a long few months” you said

~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~

Flashback during the few months of training

“Mr. Yamashita, I have a question,” Gaoh asked while the two were in the office. 

“Go right ahead, Gaoh”

“This Ohma guy, I know I look like him but what is he to Ms. (Y/N)? She seems to talk about him a lot and dearly.”

Yamashita gave a crestfallen look to the boy then out the window.

“All I can say that those Ms.(Y/N) and Ohma were very close to each other. Now come on Gaoh, let’s go out” 

Yamashita left him that answer to make him ponder on it. Later on, after sparring with Gaoh, you two just next to each other until you move to you duffel bag and pulled out a brush. Gaoh eyed you with curiosity to what you will do with it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you with this. I’m just gonna brush your hair because it’s looks messy.”

For some reason, he just went with it and leaned his back towards you. As you brush his hair, he found some sort of comfort in your action. While you kept brushing his hair, he asked if you if you did this with Ohma. You got caught off guard but you replied with a sometimes. As you finished brushing his hair, you invited him to go eat out. He accepts but couldn’t stop thinking about what you did. You caught him by surprise and he saw you in a new light. The warmth you brought and smile that you always gave people.

He saw you as a motherly figure

~~Current time~~

Who knew time passed by so quickly? The tournament is only one month away and you believe the boys almost ready. Koga polished up a lot and showed so good improvement to his fighting style. Gaoh became more vocal and out-spoken as a person and he is surprisingly fun to be around. Over the months of training these goons you realize how close you guys have become to each other. You dote on Gaoh a lot while you playfully tease Koga to no end, all in all you love the boys at this point.

Right now, you three are just walking in a park talking. They ask questions about the Kengan matches and some funny stories you’ll throw in for some kicks. After a while, you told the boys you had to do something and will be back to join them for dinner. As you wave them goodbye, you went to the nearest flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers. You took a Taxi and told you to drop you off near a forest. After getting there, you walked inside the forest to find a certain clearing. When you made it out of the clearing, there was a ledge with a stone henge. Once walking up to it, you placed the flowers near the stone and looked down at it.

“Sorry I haven’t been visiting you as much, a lot of training has been going on for the upcoming tournament. I miss you a lot at these times but it is what it is, right? I guess It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Ohma?”

You stayed like this for a while until the sun begin to set. To which was a signal to head back and eat dinner with the boys.

Meanwhile~

“Kenzo, what have you found out? Anything new?”

“Nothing like a breakthrough discovery but more of an educated hunch I have.”

“Well, I don’t like beating around the bush but spill everything to me.”

Right now Yorha is speaking with Kenzo Yamashita in his office. Yorha has long dropped into her professional facade and it seems like she not getting out of it any time soon. 

“It seems Worm is trying to make clones out of people, more preferably fighters. We both know that we were funded by a mysterious sponsor to construct research for creation of the human brain and cloning of human organs. More so, you should know as some of your equipments and machines were stolen without much trace.”

Yorha become more frustrated the more the conversation went on. It was not at Kenzo, it was more at how much Worm has manipulated the both of them. After rubbing her temple, she let out the a long sigh before standing and looking down at the buildings below them.

“Kenzo, you know as much as I do that Worm had already infiltrated the Kengan Association and that there’s a possibility that they’re working with Purgatory as well. Lets just hope they haven’t found out what I’ve been working on for the past 2 years. Thanks you for the talk, Kenzo. But right now, I have to go somewhere.”

As Yorha bows and leaves the Undermount company, a car was waiting for her. As she got in, the chauffeur asked her where she wanted to go. All that Yorha responded was,

“Please take me to the Kure Village.”

After walking back from Ohma’s grave, you headed towards the Yamashita residence to have dinner with them. As you were walking, you got a text from Yorha that she has business to take care of and won’t be able to join for dinner with you guys. You texted her back saying it was fine as you got closer to the house. 

But something didn’t felt right, something was wrong.

You sprinted to the front door, you saw that it was knocked down with some force. As you looked inside, no one was home but you remembered that Gaoh went grocery shopping with Yamashita’s youngest son. So that means Koga and Mr. Yamashita were supposed be home right now. You frantically left the house to go search for them. Then you saw footprints in the grass that led to an underpass that was dimly lit. As you sprinted while following the tracks, you hope the find them there. Then in the passage way, you spotted Koga fighting 5 other guys and he was clearly outmatched. You ran full force as you motherly instincts kicked in.

“KOGA!!!”

End of Chapter 1

#kengan omega #ohma tokita #ryuki gaoh #koga narushima #this is so long #kengan ashura × reader #kengan ashura

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Klaroline AU Week - Day 3: Crossovers/Fusions

He’s the new hotshot recruit at the U.S. Navy Fighter Weapons School and unbeknown to him, she’s his new instructor (you know how this goes).  Lines from the movie in italics (because I’m no aeroplane expert).  

Take My Breath Away

Sunday 20:45: Raised By Wolves Cocktail Bar, San Diego, CA

“I start my new job tomorrow, Kat,” she insisted. “I should be home in bed preparing.”

“You do that every night, roomie,” she shot back by way of response. “And drinking wine and watching the Notebook for the millionth time doesn’t count as an activity.”

Caroline was an Astrophysicist and had been working in DC for the past ten years. She’d recently moved cross country to take a contract position at the  Miramar Naval Air Station in San Diego and had reunited with her best friend Katherine who was a Professor at the University of California in La Jolla.  

It made sense for them to move in together, but Caroline was realising that Katherine was one of the nosiest roommates ever. 

“This is a completely new role for me,” she argued. “I need to be on my game, these officers are some of the best in the Navy, Kat. They don’t call it Top Gun for nothing.”

“I’m jealous that you get to work with gorgeous men in uniform and I have to lecture children.”

“I never understood that. What is it with everyone’s obsession with men in uniform?”

“Well, maybe you just haven’t seen one in the flesh yet?” His crisp but attractive English accent wasn’t enough to stop the rolling of her eyes. 

“And I suppose you’re going to remedy that situation,” she drawled, turning in her chair and meeting his dark blue eyes for the first time. 

She wanted to deny it but she couldn’t. This guy was hot, with or without the white, naval uniform.  Sexy stubble, sinful, crimson lips and dirty, blonde hair that curled teasingly over his ears was only the beginning, he had a pair of rogue dimples that she swore had superpowers they were that disarming. 

“Alright, love?” Caroline felt Katherine nudge her subtly in the ribs. She needed to retain what composure she still had. 

“I think you got the wrong location, the fancy dress party is on campus,” Caroline teased.  

“Cute,” he shot back, licking his lips teasingly. She should have been repelled but this guy had the opposite effect and Caroline knew it had nothing to do with the uniform. 

“I need to apologise for my friend,” a fellow officer, also in head-to-toe white offered. “He can’t help himself, he was dropped on his head as a baby.” 

“Oh, I know what this is,” Kat realised. “This is your little, two-man act to try and pick up poor, unsuspecting patrons.”

“Gee, tough crowd,” he murmured in his friend’s ear, although they could still hear him. Officer Number One’s gaze hadn’t wavered, it was still firmly trained on Caroline. 

“I’m Lieutenant Klaus Mikaelson, this is Enzo St John,” he offered by way of introduction, his eyes slipping lower and perusing the low-cut, black top Katherine insisted she wear. Caroline could feel an unmistakable blush forming in that region and hoped he wouldn’t notice. He was an arrogant ass for sure but her body obviously didn’t care about that. 

“Lieutenant?” She asked, wondering if this cocky guy was one of her students because if so this was going to be really awkward come morning. 

“We’re Naval Aviators,” he said it slow like she couldn’t understand the concept. “At Top Gun.”

“Impressive,” Katherine cooed, her voice laced with sarcasm, not that Officer Number Two noticed. 

“I go by Lucifer though,” he shared, they both looked at Enzo curiously. 

“Did your mother not like you?” Kat asked, mouth agape. Unlike her friend she hadn’t been around the Naval culture Caroline had.  

“It’s his call sign, like a nickname,” Klaus explained, again slowly. Caroline had to stop herself from telling him where he could shove his mansplaining.   

“My surname is Saint, get it?” The girls just looked at each other thinking that was just weird logic. 

“And what is your, call sign is it?” Caroline bluffed. 

“The Original,” he smirked, knowingly, tipping his hat in her direction. 

“The Original what?” She asked, unable to help herself.  

“Well, how about we get to know each other and I’ll tell you all about it, love.” 

“Wow,” she muttered, Caroline was surprised there was any oxygen left in the bar his ego was that inflated. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to pass. In fact, we were just leaving, right Kat?”

She picked up her purse and grabbed Katherine’s hand. She might have wanted to be there but Caroline had no interest in staying any longer.

Monday 05:45: “The Strand” Pacific Beach, San Diego, CA

“Tully! Tully, come back here, girl!” He heard a melodic voice before he saw her. 

Running along Pacific Beach was his rare downtime these days. Flight school was intense, not that Klaus minded. He was a fighter pilot first and foremost and he was living his dream.

He liked to think he was confident, most people considered him arrogant but Klaus could practically fly in his sleep it was that deeply ingrained in his life, so too the Navy. 

The first time he’d faltered since arriving was the previous night. Klaus considered himself good with women but his performance at the bar was woeful. If he wasn’t aware, Enzo had been reminding him ever since. He’d never had a woman literally leave a place because she didn’t want to talk to him.  

Klaus knew he’d acted stupid, peddling those tired lines but he had a habit of doing that when he liked someone. And he liked this girl, that much was clear given he’d been thinking about her ever since. Not that he’d probably ever see her again.

The golden retriever bounded over to him, rubbing against his bare legs and almost tripping him in the process. Klaus stopped to lean down and give her a pat. “Hey, girl.” 

He looked up into the familiar, blue eyes of the woman from last night. Dressed casually in form-fitting jeans and a white t-shirt, those blonde waves hanging loose over her shoulders, Klaus didn’t think she could look any better than the previous night but he was wrong. 

“Lose something?” He asked, noting just how adorable she looked flustered, her creamy cheeks tinged pink from the exercise.  

“You again?” she asked, obviously only just realising who he was. “I didn’t recognise you without your costume.”

“There’s that sarcastic wit I’ve missed,” he chuckled. “I take it this is a friend of yours.” Caroline eyed the dog in frustration as she rubbed up against him lovingly.

“Traitor,” she muttered. “Tully is my friend’s dog and as I’ve discovered this morning has a mind of her own and enjoys flirting with strange men.”

“I’m not a stranger,” he drawled. “You know my name but I never caught yours, love.”

“That’s not my name,” she shot back. Klaus felt his muscles going cold so started stretching on the spot, his shorts riding up even higher. He could see her checking him out like she had last night. He still had it. 

“Well, if you told me then I wouldn’t have to call you that,” he grinned. 

“I better get going, don’t want to be late,” she replied, hooking the leash to Tully’s collar. 

“Late for what? Or is that just another excuse to get away from me?”

“I start a new job today, I need to be on time.”

“Well good luck, love,” he offered. She didn’t bother to argue about his endearment and just shook her head. Everything in Klaus wanted to ask her out again but knew it would probably be pointless. 

Monday 09:45: Miramar Naval Air Station, San Diego, CA

“Civilian specialists are here because they are our very best source on enemy aircraft. One of our very best is Caroline Forbes. She has a PHD in astrophysics and is a civilian contractor so you do not salute her. But you better listen to her because the Pentagon listens to her.”

“Good morning,” she greeted them. Klaus was seated in the front row with Enzo not quite believing what he was seeing.

Turns out her new job just happened to be him. He was torn over whether it was a good development or a bad one. Hooking up with your boss was obviously frowned upon but at least this way he knew where to find her. 

The way she looked in that fitted, black, skirt suit with her wavy hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of her creamy neck was messing with his composure and looking around the room he could see his fellow students thought the same thing.

A ripple of jealousy came over him and Klaus didn’t like it one bit. 

Somehow he’d managed to lose track of what she was saying, something about F5 and MIG 28 Aircraft but he’d been too busy to really take much notice. 

“However, the MIG 28 does have a problem with its inverted flight tanks. It won’t do a negative G pushover,” she explained. 

Enzo nudged Klaus. Only a few weeks ago they’d seen a MIG 28 do exactly that during a training exercise which had attracted enemy aircraft and nearly killed them for their trouble. They continued to discuss it between them.

“The latest intelligence tells us the most it will do is one negative..” she paused mid sentence.”Excuse me, Lieutenant, is there something wrong?”

“Yes ma’am, the data on the MIG is inaccurate,” Klaus replied, noting her adorable but puzzled look. 

“How’s that, Lieutenant?”

“Well, I just happened to see a MIG 28 do a...”

“We,” Enzo interrupted. 

“Uh, sorry, Lucifer. ‘We’ happened to see a MIG 28 do a 4g negative dive.” 

She cocked her left eyebrow, almost like she was trying to work out whether he was telling the truth or just messing with her. 

“Where did you see this?”

“Uh, that's classified.”

 “It's what?”

 “It's classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.” 

He sent her his very best smirk and given her less than impressed expression, Klaus knew he was going to have to do a lot more work to win her over. 

But he was more than willing to try. 

10:45

“Ma’am? Excuse me!” He called out. She continued walking towards her car, choosing to ignore him not interested in a discussion right now, it was already extremely awkward enough. “Caroline!”

She finally turned, realising he was going to continue to make a scene until she acknowledged him. Of course she’d expected him but what transpired after she hadn’t. Caroline was trying to work out if it was all arrogant bluster or something entirely different. 

“Yes, Lieutenant?” She answered officially, trying to ignore just how good his khaki uniform brought out his Californian tan. He came closer, and even though he wore Aviators she could tell his eyes were trained on her with that same intensity she remembered from the previous night. 

“You tricked me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You knew I was at Top Gun, you knew I was your student but yet you didn’t feel the need to tell me, why is that exactly?”

“I felt that it was inappropriate to disclose my identity at that time.”

“But yet it’s okay to just show up in class like that? What if I’d said something in front of everyone.”

“I knew you wouldn’t,” she murmured. “You want to be here just as much as I do because we love what we do and this, whatever this is, doesn’t factor into that.”

“This? You rejected me last time I checked,” he replied. “Twice.”

“Is that why you did that before in class? Was it some form of petty payback?”

“It wasn’t petty,” she gave him a look which clearly said she didn’t believe him. “Okay maybe a little bit petty but it did actually happen, Enzo has this great polaroid you’d love.”

“But apparently it’s classified though right?”

“How about we go out for a drink and I’ll tell you the redacted version?”

“I am not going out with you, I don’t know how many times I have to say it.”

“Why not?”

“I’m your teacher, you’re my student. This can’t happen because it is all kinds of wrong, Lieutenant .”

“I don’t like to take no for an answer and, just so you know, I don’t give up easily, love.”

“Is that so?” He sent her his best smile and finally removed his sunglasses, those blue eyes roaming over her body before eventually landing on her face. Caroline was trying to pretend he had no effect on her whatsoever but she could feel her resolve fading fast. 

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, ma’am.” He walked away, the spicy scent of his aftershave hovering in his wake. 

Caroline had no idea what she’d gotten herself into but at the same time it excited her too. It had nothing to do with men in uniform, just one man in particular. 

#kcauweek2020 #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline drabbles #misssophiachase #take my breath away #top gun #fusion

[darlinrogue]

Having played hockey for years, Kenny is certainly agile. Having wrestled for years, Kenny, again, is certainly agile—quick and light on his feet. Dancing, however, is something else entirely. Similar to ice skating, but much more precise. Similar to wrestling, but you’re probably not supposed to hurt your partner. But Page had asked him for a dance, and how could Kenny say ‘no?’ “Real romantic, cowboy.” One of his hands intertwining with Page’s, the other at his shoulder. “You lead, then.”

Slow Dancing

|| Adam and Kenny // @ofgrief

The phone screen blurred. A flick of his finger sent text bubbles flying. The group chat brimmed with messages and notifications he wasn’t ever going to read. Adam opened the settings. His thumb hovered over the ‘leave group’ button, scrawled in red text. Instead, he closed the app and opened Spotify. He chose a playlist labelled ‘relaxing.’ Softer country music, more folksy shit, some slower Led Zeppelin. A lot of Bruce Springsteen sounding sad. The work of slower tempos that wouldn’t grate on his nerves. Made an unfamiliar space more his own.

Adam hooked his leg up on the bar stool spindle. He rubbed his hand over his jaw and dragged his fingernails through the beard stubble. The nice lady who did hair and make-up trimmed it for him today. The ice shifted in his drink, two fingers of whiskey. Week-to-week the bars changed. The scenery shifted with the ever traveling road shows of AEW. Some constants remained like the cheap chairs, the bland decor, the warm lights. Every bar had a different style of glass, some taller, some thinner, some clear, and some clouded. After hours, the bar was always the quietest spot as wrestlers escaped the halls for hotels and the production crew packed-up shop. Most important, no one Adam was avoiding ever came to the bar. It was a guaranteed retreat. At least in Jacksonville he could drive home tomorrow morning. Cuddle his dogs and be a homebody for a week. Silence the group chat, put his head phones in, and run until he didn’t know where he was anymore.

The holidays were a brief respite and a greater blessing. Adam returned to his childhood home as a jaded man seeking shelter from the shit storm just off his family property. He drank eggnog with his mom and helped her set up the Christmas tree. Caught-up with his sister and went riding with in the nipping cold of late-December. Shared the traditional whiskey shot with his father by the kitchen sink. Distant relatives filtered by for dinner. Cousins that patted Adam on the back and told him they saw him on TV. Grandparents that just didn’t get why Adam stopped being a teacher, even years later. Grandma made pies for Christmas morning and Adam’s mom got him cool cowboy themed pajamas. For a second Adam forgot about what waited outside the front gate. Then he arrived in Jacksonville, New Year’s Day, and it all came around.

The door opened and Adam glanced over his shoulder. Kenny peaked around the corner, his hair fallen over his shoulders. When he spotted Adam, he smiled, teeth flashing. Kenny walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Hey, hey, there you are Pizz!” Kenny greeted, he snapped his fingers rhythmically as he jaunted over to Adam. Kenny slid onto the bar stool and his eyes darted over the room. Kenny wiggled his hips, the leather creaking, as he situated himself in his seat. There was an easy grace to his movements but a tight tension in his shoulders. “Been looking all over for you.”

Sweat stains darkened the fabric across Kenny’s chest and arms. His hair was damp but drying, curls fluffed and unruly. The match earlier left his cheeks flushed from exertion. Kenny sighed as he leaned back against the chair, face tilting to the ceiling and eyes fluttering closed. Adam bet that was the first time he’d sat down all day. Trapped in a ring with Rey Fenix, Pentagon, and PAC, Adam counted it lucky Kenny stumbled-out with all his attached pieces.

“You good?” Adam asked, he tapped the volume down on his phone so the melodramatic singing dropped to a low purr. ‘Drive me—crazy’ “You guys had a good match out there tonight.”

“Yeah, we did, a great start to the year if you ask me,” Kenny said. He looked at Adam and he grinned again. Something flipped in Adam’s stomach. “Can’t ever complain about a mark in the win column, especially against PAC. I feel good, like I’m getting my feet under me.”

To emphasize his improving condition, Kenny shook-out his arms and shoulders. A jitter that extended all the way to his fingers. He interlaced his hands and stretched-out his shoulders with an arch of his back. He settled his grip on the counter edge.  Kenny chewed on his lip and there wasn't anything playful in his eyes.

“You know, it would’ve been nice, if you came and joined us, after?” Kenny admitted. “Matt, Nick, Cody, myself, we all would’ve loved to celebrate with you. You know, like a family. None of us thought AEW would last to the New Year, this was a big deal, a big night. Something we couldn’t have done without you.”

Adam breathed a laugh, shaking his head. He sought the last bit of comfort he could wring from his glass. “You know, I’m just, trying to get some space. Get my shit sorted-out before I hand it all to you guys. I just don’t think— I just didn’t think it’d be a good idea to go down to the ring.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get that,” Kenny said, and Adam doubted it. Because the next thing he said was, “Matt and Nick miss you. I miss you.”

“Yeah, I— I know,” Adam said. He investigated his glass, the intricate pattern of cut crystal and how the light played between the facets. The pale press of his white, scarred knuckles. He attempted to make new friends, to branch-out, hadn’t worked-out too hot. Adam’s glorious single’s run, hadn’t worked-out too hot either. Hell, next week he even had a match with Kenny. So, evidently his bold proclamation that he was leaving the Elite, was not heard. Maybe he hadn’t been loud enough. “Like, I said, I just, need some time.”

“That’s fine, but, Adam? We’re here for you. We’ll always be here for you,” Kenny said.

Adam’s eyes snapped-up to meet Kenny’s gaze. The sound of his name so foreign in Kenny’s mouth. The Bucks called him ‘Hangman’ and the comms ‘Adam Page.’ Kenny favored ‘Page’ or ‘Pizz,’for some reason. The only time Adam heard just his name was when he talked to his mom. Those two syllables, in Kenny’s mouth, set a fire in Adam’s chest. It was a spell. Kenny could ask for literally anything and Adam would say ‘yes.’ A totally unfair advantage. Kenny left Adam helpless and weak; But Adam let Kenny hold all the cards. 

Kenny, unaware of his power, patted Adam’s thigh. His palm rested against Adam’s jean and his nails worked against the fabric. Adam heard his pulse in his throat. “So, whenever you’re ready to come back? We’ll be here, waiting. Don’t think we’re just going to forget about you, or that you’re not welcome. The Elite, us, we’re something special, and it’s always going to mean something. Yeah, we can fight and have our disagreements, but that’s okay. We will always come back together.”

Adam grinned, the corner of his mouth curling. “You have been feeling better, lately, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I have,” Kenny breathed with a laugh. He patted Adam’s thigh and knee once more before retracting his hand. “I took those first few losses really hard, I’ll admit that, but I’m back! I got my feet underneath me and I’m ready for the new year. I felt it tonight, Kenny Omega, is back, and I think the crowd felt it too. They were a live wire tonight, oh, I could feel it in my toes. Did you see it?”

“You uh, definitely seemed, happier?” Adam managed.

Kenny nodded and smiled approvingly. This Kenny, with his easy grins and ‘Power of Friendship’ speeches was a helluva a lot better than whatever the hell was going on in October. A few months ago he was barely functional. His voice muted and dulled over the phone. Adam wasn’t going to pretend that their way-too-late at night phone calls had anything to do with Kenny’s improvement. Kenny just needed someone to vent to that wasn’t Michael Nakazawa or a Young Buck. So, that left Adam. Adam also wasn’t going to pretend that his willingness to stay-up way past his bedtime wasn’t an act of pure devotion. Any excuse to talk to Kenny. Any excuse to have something special with Kenny.

Even when Adam knew he shouldn’t be talking to the Elite —for their collective good— Adam made an exception for Kenny. What puzzled Adam the most though was Kenny’s willingness to listen back. To hear-out Adam’s side of the story and all his twisted anxieties and fears. About the more wretched parts of Adam he couldn’t even tell his mom about.

For Kenny to hear about the worst aspects of his past and personality, and decide to keep talking to him— that part confused Adam.

“So, uh, about next week, I saw on the graphic we have a match?” Adam interjected. “Against Private Party? When did that happen?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Kenny asked, his brow furrowed and creased but it melted off in a heartbeat. He shrugged, “Yeah, TK booked it for us. We got two wins, and in a young company like ours? That’s pretty notable.”

“They’re shitty wins, Kenny,” Adam pointed-out.

Mox and Pac did not qualify as a tag-team. They worked like two Rottweilers shoved in a sack together and then told to get along. All Kenny and Adam had to do was stand back and watch the duo implode. Kip Sabian and Shawn Spears were a mess, in the worst ways. Of course those two flimsy wins, was before Adam factored in their two losses. Both against legitimate tag-teams that knocked Kenny and Adam down a peg. Kenny and Adam may’ve been in the same stable for close to four years, but it’d been that long since Adam shared a corner with him. It absolutely showed too. Adam had watched the tapes back and he bet Kenny didn’t appreciate the bruises from his so called partner.

“But wins, nonetheless,” Kenny retorted. He bunted his knuckles against Adam’s shoulder. “Shitty wins count. We take those.”

“Private Party is a real tag-team,” Adam said, but he shrugged, nonchalant. Smacked the back of his hand against his palm on each word for emphasis. “But I guess I can whoop their asses.”

“That’s the spirit,” Kenny said.“Yeah, Private Party beat the Bucks. They’re good, but not that good, I think we can do it.”

“Mhmm, you have a lot of faith in me,” Adam grunted. He placed his glass down and leaned against the counter. Regarding Kenny with a quick sweep of his eyes.

“Of course, I do, I told you, we got something special, I can feel it.” Kenny smoothed the word feel as long as it would go.

The music changed on Adam’s phone and his mind drifted from Kenny. Kenny launched, undeterred, into theorizing strategy. An Orville Peck song, with gentle string, a soft melody, singing about nostalgia and dreams. Adam grinned to himself, medicated just enough to consider something dangerous. For a guy lovesick with Kenny Omega these thoughts were perilous. It’d been a year now and Adam had sat on his hands like an idiot, pinning away. Hell with it, it was a bad idea but following bad ideas through was his modus operandi these days. Adam hummed low in his throat, cutting Kenny off as he waxed about Mark Quinn’s right leg.

“Dance with me,” Adam murmured, voice soft, barely a whisper. Like his throat was trying to strangle the words before he uttered them. Not at all the gruff confidence he had hoped to seduce Kenny with.

Adam pushed-off the bar stool and offered his hand. He grinned, bashful, feeling as awkward as he had when he was at Junior prom. This wasn’t weird, right? They’d done weirder, this was fine. More than fine when Kenny took Adam’s hand and Adam felt the press of Kenny’s callouses against his.

“Real romantic, cowboy.” Kenny breathed and the last of Adam’s confidence melted. Cowboy, that was new, and Adam liked it. He really liked how Kenny said it. “You lead, then.”

Adam laughed and ducked his chin to his chest. With his free hand he turned the music up on his phone. There was lightning at his finger tips as he ran his palm over Kenny’s hip. Kenny put his hand on Adam’s shoulder and grinned obnoxiously as he obviously felt-up Adam’s bicep. A couple inches between their chests and warmth flushed Adam’s throat. Adam whispered ‘okay,’ and his heart thudded. Kenny had to hear it. Feel Adam’s pulse in their joined hands. Terrible, stupid, perfect idea— when Kenny rejected him for being a lovesick fool it wasn’t going to be so great.

“It’s just some team building.” Adam preempted and placated Kenny. With his hand on Kenny’s hip he nudged the other man to sway with him. Nothing but a little stutter step. “You know, so we’re ready for next week.”

“Ah, yeah, team building,” Kenny chuckled. Adam met his eyes, and swallowed hard. Their noses a hair’s breadth apart. Adam wished he had brushed his teeth so his breath didn’t smell like alcohol. “You slow dance with all your partners?”

“Yeah, actually, Jason and I learned to waltz when we first started tagging,” Adam admitted. Kenny gapped at him. Clearly his question had been rhetorical and now Adam regretted bringing it up. “I mean, for the foot work and all that, it was just a good way to get in sync, you know?”

“Right,” Kenny said, and Adam wondered if his lack of enthusiasm meant something.

Two high fliers like Jason Blade and Adam Page needed immaculate tandem offense. It was a process, to get used to each other’s rhythms. To know when the other had taken too much damage and needed that blind tag. When to slow down, or speed-up, as the match dragged on. It worked, they got used to each other’s rhythms. Eventually they didn’t need the waltz at all, it was just a crutch. Adam had only suggested it as a joke but it did wonders for their footwork. Less so for their teamwork as they quibbled over who would lead.

(Adam eventually got the role because he was better at it than Jason).

Adam lifted his arm and after a second to process, Kenny twirled underneath. Adam pulled Kenny back as Kenny stepped in. A little too much momentum and Kenny stumbled into Adam’s chest. The heel of Kenny’s loafer drove between the two delicate bones on Adam’s big and second toe. If this was skee-ball then Kenny just scored the 100 points. Adam cussed and hissed, jerking away from Kenny. He rubbed the top of his boot over his calf to diminish the pain.

Kenny hissed between his teeth, “Yep, that was my bad. Sorry. You good?”

Adam kicked and shook his leg to return feelings to his toes. “So, was that payback?”

“Maybe,” Kenny teased. “Can we try again though?”

Kenny’s grin was rueful as Adam returned to him. He placed his hand back in Adam’s offered palm. Despite his sore foot, Adam was eager to have Kenny back in his arms. To feel the firm strength of his hip and lat underneath his hand. Back to their awkward little shuffle step and this time, Kenny pulled Adam closer. Chest-to-chest, Kenny rested his chin in the crook of Adam’s shoulder. His nose brushed against the wisps of Adam hair. A soft whisper of Kenny’s breath against Adam’s throat. Adam tried not to stiffen, as if his tension would scare Kenny away. Tried to find Kenny’s heartbeat, his rhythm, but when he did he couldn’t bring himself to fall in lock step. Wondered why he had to follow at all.

Except, Kenny had asked Adam to lead.

Adam experimented and lifted his arm again. This time Kenny unfurled and laughed each step of the way as he twirled underneath. Adam guided Kenny back to him, chuckling as their grip changed and Kenny’s hand flattened against his chest. The song ended without flourish. Gunmetal blue, the details of Kenny’s iris, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Shirts rucked, hands joined, and the slight huff of their breath in tandem. The playlist rolled to the next song. Adam and Kenny broke, then stepped away together. Hands lifting to rub at the back of their necks in mirrored gestures. Adam had an apology at the tip of his tongue.

“That was nice, Page,” Kenny said, his voice soft “We should definitely do it again sometime but—”

“You have to go?” Adam guessed.

“Yeah, Cody, the Bucks, and I are going out for a late-dinner,” Kenny admitted. His fingers twisted with the front of his shirt. “I won’t— I won’t ask you to come. I know how you feel, but I wanted you to know we were going out, and that if you wanted to join us? We’ll always save you a seat.”

Adam nodded, his thumb hooking in his belt loop. He licked his lips and studied the floor. “Thanks, Kenny, I appreciate it. I really do.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” Kenny said. He walked backwards to the door, chewed on the inside of his mouth. “Do you think— Can we meet early, like a couple days before the match, it’s in Mississippi, right? Maybe we can fly down early, get in the gym, and just, you know, work on stuff? Private Party is a real tag-team, we gotta be ready.”

Adam hesitated, thinking of the phone calls he’d have to make to get his flight changed. Packing early, a couple days less home. Finding someone to take care of his dogs while he was gone. The logistics crowded the forefront of his brain and yet all the back latched-onto was Kenny. His hopeful, shy blue eyes, and his little half smile. It was such a terrible idea, this was going to be beyond inconvenient but, two days with just Kenny, working-out, figuring out this tag-team they were evidently doing, and—

Shit.

“Yeah,” Adam managed, “We can do that.”

“Alright! I’ll see you in Mississippi, then, cowboy,” Kenny cackled. He backed-up and rested his hand on the door handle. He pointed at Adam. “Text you details later. Just you wait until we break-out some tandem offense on Private Party, it’ll all be worth it. Catch ya’ later, Pizz.”

The door closed behind Kenny and in his absence, Adam sighed. He worked his hand over his jaw and wondered if he was going grey early. Somehow, someway, Kenny had slipped the rug out from underneath him and made them a tag-team. Adam had agreed to tag with Kenny versus Mox and PAC because they both needed it, but this had become something more. Something Adam was not prepared for. It was a commitment but also an opportunity.

If they were doing this, Adam realized, he had to commit. He couldn’t half-ass a tag-team with Kenny Fucking Omega. Even if he felt like this was a terrible idea that was going to screw them both sideways. Not now, not even soon, but in a few months, maybe a year, when all of this unraveled and Adam slipped in a pool of his own blood.

“The point BJ, is that when the moment presented itself to him, he did grab it with an iron grip.”

Years of practice, months in the gym, days spent at Jimmy Valiant’s training camp, drilling counters, perfecting the snap of his hips as Adam flipped into a high bridge. Pressing onto his tip-toes, all his weight leveraged down on a bigger opponent. Adam Pearce had two inches and forty pounds on Adam. One opening was all Adam needed, though. The shock in the room on the three count had been palpable. The audience’s collectively gasped and it was a pure adrenaline shot to Adam’s veins. Shock erupted into open cheers. Adam on his knees, grinning with pride and surprise, like he wasn’t even sure he had won. BJ ruffled his hair fondly. He was not supposed to win this match but he did. Jimmy Jacobs, the entire crowd, the commentators, they didn’t believe in Adam Page, but Adam did. Back then that was enough to pull out a miracle.

“He did put a vice around it, BJ! And he won the match!”

Adam Pearce popped Adam Page’s confidence like a balloon. Pearce’s right palm smashed across Adam’s cheek so hard he tasted it. Adam won the match, he won the battle; But Jimmy Jacobs point was clear: he did not win the war. And Adam was at war. This was a no-holds barred beatdown and he was on the curb. Blood in his hair, eyes shot, and fingers shaking. The Bucks at his throat. Kenny with his back to a ledge, grinning at him with unrestrained excitement about a match next week. Next week, against Private Party, a real tag-team. Not the shitty ‘teams’ they had been fighting. Not a fight he could check into for the sake of Kenny or the peace.

“It doesn’t matter, because that was the test you failed.”

Pearce’s finger jabbed into Adam’s face. He went cross eyed trying to look at it. Felt and suppressed the tremble in his bottom lip. When Adam was a little kid he watched wrestling on the TV and felt a bone deep need. A wrestling ring was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He had to get in that ring. Nothing else mattered, and for a time the trampoline in the backyard would do, but that ring called to him. He wanted to feel the give under his step, the flex of the ropes. Smell the sweat and blood that’d seeped into the mats over decades, decades of history, legacy, and war. A written history Adam longed to inscribe his name into. When Adam was a child he didn’t care about belts or titles, if he just got into a wrestling ring, got to stand in one, he’d be happy.

It was a simple, unambitious dream, but for a kid from rural Virginia is was his dream. Well, he got in one, and it was like a drug, he had to do it again, and again, and again, and he got good at it. So good that he won more matches than he lost. He had to feel the thrum of a crowd in his ears. Test himself on an opponent, stretch the limits of his ability. Once, Adam had thought to himself, while running the the apron to a moonsault, pushing off his leading leg, his back arched, and his heart grazing the ceiling,  ‘I wish I was actually this strong.’

That the confidence of Adam Page, professional wrestler, The Hangman, carried over into his day-to-day. That the power of his chops translated to an unflinching voice when he spoke. That the technique of his flip was as impressive as his social prowess. Adam never second guessed himself before a suplex but he did in everything else. It shocked him he had the spine to ever even get in a ring in the first place, to go to Japan, to enter the G1, to join an upstart company like AEW, or to even go outside.

An opportunity was presenting itself to Adam Page. Kenny Omega, the best bout machine and a great visionary, already saw it. Adam saw it too and he suspected its appearance was not accidental, not a luck of the draw. He wanted to call Kenny and tell him to cancel the match. His stomach twisted with the thought. This was a bad, bad idea, to step down a twisting path that he couldn’t see the end of. Going back to tag-teams, tagging with the leader of the group he was trying to leave, and the man he’d been totally lovesick with for over a year. Adam hesitated, his hand hovering over his phone. 

“At some point, the both of you will have seen everything there is to see. Have been able to do everything there is to do, and when the moment presents itself, you won’t hesitate to reach for it. Because you already know that you grabbed it before it presented itself. Time will do that for you.”

Adam’s hand flattened against the bar counter, pinned like a taxidermy bug to the board. He grabbed it when he rolled Adam Pearce through to the bridge. He grabbed it when Matt offered a spot in the Bullet Club. When he hung Chris Sabine and became the Hangman. He grabbed it when he snatched the title from Jay White and held it above his head like it could be his. He grabbed it when he won the battle royale. When he rode a horse to a ring that belonged to a legend to whom he would serve as a footnote. Most of the time, it slipped his fingers, because his grip was slick with sweat, and he was a young man, lacking time. But Adam had never missed, never hesitated, and if he was going to do this—

If he was going to walk into next week, take that match with Kenny and fight Private Party. He was going to commit.

No more half-assed bullshit. No more ducking away and avoiding a future he dreaded. They were going to do this and it was going to suck, and the effort was probably going to kill him. It’d probably would mean that by the end Kenny hated him. And that would also suck, but Adam wasn’t going to spend his whole life pinning for something he could never have. Not when there was something he could have and it was gold around his waist. An accomplished career that he could die happy with. The Bucks patting his shoulders and arms, telling him he did great, they’re proud.

It was going to suck, it was going to kill him but at least he got to pick his poison.

#ofgrief #‘The Hangman’ || Adam: IC #‘Deals with God’ || Adam: Verse

[kashimos-hajime]

immeasurable firsts | s.r.

Summary: All your firsts with Steve Rogers and all the heartbreak and happiness that comes with it.

A/N: For the writing challenge hosted by the fabulous @imhereforbvcky and the wonderful @justsomebucky. 

Dedicating this to @wxntersoldiers because I still have to write for her and I hope this’ll make up for how late I’m gonna submit it in! (I’ll get to it soon!!!!)

WARNINGS: Swearing, blood, violence, death, extreme angst but some happy stuff too.

Word Count: 11.6k Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark-sister! Reader Prompt: The most ridiculous part of this whole situation is that I love you.

Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Four easy words to describe Tony Stark.

You, on the other hand. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist all fit. Playboy? Perhaps. You prefer socialite. The paparazzi has always had their bite at you but that doesn’t mean that none of it is true.

You are Y/N Stark, younger sister of one Anthony Edward Stark, one certified pain in the ass, and one big brother. He was basically everything you had ever since your parents died. He raised you. He was your dad, and mom, and brother all at once, and you know that no one could’ve done it better. From what you know and what Tony tells you about your dad, you’re better off.

But your mom… you miss her every day.

On a full-ride to MIT just like him, you succeeded him in every way, graduating summa cum laude just like him, but while he did it when he was seventeen, you did it when you were eighteen. He always held that fact over you, but not after you mentioned that while he hacked into the Pentagon for a dare, you hacked into the Harry S. Truman building for fun. State department had a field day with that one.

As Stark Industries head of Research and Development, you occupy all of four floors and helped more than 12% to make Stark Towers the first building powered by self-sustainable clean energy, but you’d let your brother take all that credit if it meant your brother gets some with Pepper.

“Ma’am, Agent Coulson is on the line. Mr. Stark deferred him to you.” Swiping the holoscreen to close it, you look up from where you’re working on new schematics for your suit.

“Tony’s in.”

“Mr. Stark insists on refusing the call, and Agent Coulson insists on seeing him.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull up another holoscreen that linked you to the surveillance feed. Switching through the cameras, you swipe for Tony’s private elevator. You spot the agent standing outside the elevator, texting away on his phone and you turn on your mic with a smile.

“Hey, Phil,” you greet and the agent looked up, turning to the camera.

“Ms. Stark.” He gives you a little wave and you straighten up, putting your stylus away and turning off your tablet. Moving the surveillance feed to your phone, you walk to the couch you had in your office, sitting down and pulling your laptop on with you. Opening it up, you log in. “If you could ask your brother to pick up the phone, that’d be a great help.”

“You know Tony doesn’t listen to me.” Opening up the files Tony had sent you earlier, blueprints for Stark Tower and the grocery list for next week, you roll your eyes at the note at the end. ‘Pep said it’s my turn to do nothing for a whole week,’ it reads. Your fingers work away on your keyboard as you return your attention to Phil. “I’m going to disable J.A.R.V.I.S.’s protocols and give random people access to his private elevator because he’s annoyed me just now. You do whatever you want with that information.”

“Thank you. And you might need to join me, Ms. Stark.”

“Is it something important? Because my consulting hours don’t normally run this long. Also, I thought I said I didn’t want anymore S.H.I.E.L.D. assignments.” Tapping away on your keyboard, you have the elevator doors open and bypass the A.I.’s protocols.

“It’s urgent.”

“When do I ever care about that?” you retort. The call ends and you get up anyway, glaring at your phone. With a heavy sigh, you slip the device into your pocket before looking at the few holo screens you have open around the office. The levels of the reactor are stable, and you watch as they fluctuated, readjusting every once in a while.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., shut the place down. After I go see Tony, I’m heading home.”

“Of course, Ms. Stark.”

You live essentially next door to the tower, and it isn’t important for you to bring anything home, so you grab your keys and purse before leaving your office of glass doors and walls and windows. The lights turn off behind you as you jab the elevator button, ready to head up to say goodnight to Tony and see what Phil Coulson thought was so urgent.

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The Avengers Initiative.

And they thought Tony was a good fit?

“Volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others,” you recite as you read over the files in Tony’s penthouse on the top floor of Stark Towers. “If he wanted the better of the Starks, he would’ve chosen me,” you tease. Tony sighs, wiping a hand over his face and you frown. Sigh in that tone means frustration, exhaustion, and he’s feeling overwhelmed.

“What is it?” Looking to see what’s caught your brother’s attention, you swallow and get up, walking around the couch to touch the hologram of the thing that your father had found instead of a man. “The Tesseract,” you whisper, suddenly finding your mouth very dry. Blinking, you twist the hologram around before pulling back. Your father had been obsessed with the thing. Hell, he probably loved it more than he ever loved the two of you. Your brother’s pulled back, too, arms crossed as his dark gaze flickers over the other portfolios.

“Some crack team, huh,” he mutters but your eyes can’t tear away from the blue glowing cube. Your dad always talked about it — well, it and Captain America, who happened to be in one of the portfolios, but you can’t help the nagging feeling that the cube is better left in the ocean where no one can find it. After all, they wouldn’t have to drag your brother into this mess if it was.

“Tony,” you call out when your brother moves for the bar. He pulls up a bottle of scotch and silently asks if you want a drink. Shaking your head, you bite your lip and gather what nerves you have left to ask the question. “Should I be worried?”

There is no answer.

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“Hey, how was it?” you ask when Tony returns to the Helicarrier. The suit decompresses and you smirk, arching a brow. “Get the bad guy?”

“Yeah, and a plus one. Oh, uh—” Tony turns to the other guys piling out of the Quinjet. The clanging of chains catch your attention as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents swarm the jet, escorting the prisoner out. Loki, you realize. Following him is a tall blond and an even taller blond, though the taller one follows after Loki. Thor. Had to be. Your brother gestures to the two— “the rest of the crack team. You talk to Banner, yet?”

“Not yet. They told me he was down in the lab, but I was working on my suit. I’ve a new set of schematics I wanna try out, if you have the time.”

“You only made a suit to copy me,” he teases and you nudge him playfully. “Yeah, sure. If we have time, after the world finishes it’s self-destruction, or whatever, we should take it out for a spin.”

“Thanks, Ant.” He sighs at the nickname but you squeeze his arm, watching him go. He needs to get that suit off, and you need to get that decryption implant on the motherboard. If Tony’s going into this, he isn’t going into it blind. Anyone who’s working with the Tesseract, especially an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., wouldn’t use this for clean energy. And you’ve worked missions with them before. You know that eco-friendly energy is the last thing on their mind. Howard Stark may have wanted it for clean energy, but if an intergalactic war is being had…

You put a pin on that train of your thought as your gaze drifted back to the armory. The shorter blond nodded to you with a smile, and you put on a fresh face for Steve Rogers, World War Two Hero, actual soldier-type with a cute smile. Tilting your head, you walk up to him and stick out a hand. In your heels, you could’ve tried to be as tall as him but his presence adds two inches to his height.

“Captain Rogers, honor to meet you.”

“Steve,” he amends as he quirks an eyebrow. “And you are? Sorry, it’s been a whirlwind couple of days.”

“Y/N Stark,” you say, shaking his hand. He’s warm and his blue eyes fix on yours as you take in his features. He’s even cuter up close. “And no problem. Not everyone can spend their time as a Capsicle.”

“Your brother made the same joke,” Steve says as you begin to walk down the hall with him.

“He only got the chance because he met you first.” Heading down to the briefing room, you glance at him to find him staring back. Arching an eyebrow, you wait until he notices and a brilliant blush spreads across his cheeks, but you smirk, brushing the hair away from your face and leading him to the room where your brother is waiting.

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After the Battle of New York — that’s what the news is calling it, you call it an inconvenience — the dust settled to reveal the true damage of it. There’s a lot of rebuilding to do, specifically the area around Stark Tower, which means a lot of money is needed to repair downtown New York. Of course, the best way to get the rich to donate money is a charity ball, and the fact that it’s able to be doubled as a celebration ball makes Tony absolutely gleeful. You, on the other hand, would rather be anywhere but here. The destruction caused in Stark Tower has given you nothing but a headache and whilst Tony and the Avengers had gone for shawarma, you’d suited up to begin lifting the rubble and seeing the true damage underneath the whole ‘saving the planet’. Which you can respect, by the way, but you didn’t want to test out the new suit by lifting up heavy concrete and wires.

Now, all you want to do head back, take an Advil, and sleep the day off. Whilst the Avengers had decided to steal the show, you never said a thing about how Tony literally flew into a fucking wormhole.

You still need to yell at him for that one. Maybe cry. And hug him. For a long time.

“You need to relax,” Tony mumble through his smile as the three of you gathered your bearings to get out of the limousine.

“You need to stop making us late,” you retort. “And wormhole, remember? You’re still in for it.”

He sends you a sheepish smile, his eyes pleading apology, but you ignore it, stepping out. Pepper holds onto Tony’s arm to get out, whilst you pick up the edges of your dress, a brilliant scarlet dress, with a slit up the side of your leg and elegantly pull yourself up.

Adjusting the gold cuff on your wrist, you grab your gold clutch and shade your eyes against the flashes. Tony and Pep are already walking through the paparazzi, up the stairs to the venue for the Avengers, the cameras snapping away. Used to it, you tuck your hair behind your ear to showcase your outfit. In scarlet and gold, you shine under the flashes.

“Ms. Stark!” one of the photographers call out and you pause, striking a small pose before continuing on. The tire screeches behind you signify another arrival and you turn with a small smile, wondering who it could be. The black car’s window slide down, revealing a star-struck Steve Rogers and he steps out, squinting against the flashing lights. Raising a hand in half a wave and half a means to block the light, the super-soldier’s gaze dart across the scene before landing on you. You extend your hand to him, smiling. He speed-walks over to you, grateful for a friendly face and he offers an arm for you to take, escorting you inside.

“I’m glad you got out safe,” you begin, tucking a curl behind you ear as he focuses on getting up to the stairs. You throw a wave to the crowd, before adding, “I was maybe a tiny bit worried about you. More so about Tony, but then I wonder why.” You pretend to tap your chin in curiosity and he chuckles.

“I’m flattered. And you’re beautiful,” he mumbles under his breath, cheeks red but you can’t tell if it’s because of you or the cameras. Smiling softly, you press your head against his shoulder for a moment before lifting it again to look at the soldier. “I dunno if anyone’s told you that yet.”

“No one that matters,” you tell him and you pause to kiss his cheek. His shy smile makes you smile wider, the endearing expression on his face causing warmth to spread through you. Cameras take snapshots of your moment and you internally sigh. There comes one of the cons of being a public figure. You have no doubt some stupid hashtag like #Rogerstark or, you don’t know, #Ironcaptain, will be trending on twitter by the night’s end. “And you look good, too. Real good.”

“Uh,” he chuckles, blushing and you laugh. “Thanks.”

“Overwhelmed, yet?” You climb the steps, using Steve’s hand to steady yourself before he opens the door for you. You hold his hand to bring him in and the pap calls after the two of you even when the door closes. If he’s gonna give the press content, you might as well have fun with it. Even if he doesn’t mean too — he’s just being the gentleman he is.

“A bit, yeah, but not by the cameras.”

You chew on the inside of your lip. You don’t know if you’re insulted or not. “By me?”

“In the best way. Gotta impress the most gorgeous woman in the room,” he promises and you hold him to that promise. “I’m sure the cameras will get worse, too. But you seem to be doing just fine,” he says and you chuckle. Patting his arm, you lead him, following the signs that say This Way or something of the variant.

“I grew up going to this kinda stuff. I’m used to it by now. But if you keep being you, the press is gonna eat you up.”

“How do you mean?”

“You’re a real gentleman, Rogers,” you sing. The foyer is filled with tons of guests, some drinking while others are eating some nuts or chips, and there’s an open door leading to the white carpet. Of course, they’re waiting for all the Avengers to go on first, and you can hear the anxious muttering of the paparazzi outside the room.

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“Well, people like prying into other people’s lives,” you continue and he nods. His gaze darts across the room just as a server comes by with a tray of champagne. Disentangling your arm from Steve’s, you take two. “Steve, I’m just saying, the paps love to make speculations about Tony and I. Sometimes, it’s the only thing keeping them open, and a lot of people don’t like the attention, the stalkers, the fans.” Offering the champagne, you give him a forced smile. “A lot of people don’t wanna stay because of it.”

“What if I want to?”

“What?” You nearly let out a laugh but Steve looks totally serious as his gaze catches yours. They’re darker, more intense, but there’s still that sense of light to him. Like he’s having fun getting the shock out of you.

“I said, what if I wanted to stay? I’m an Avenger now. Might as well get used to it and I think we’re stuck with each other.”

You drain your champagne, blink, and then stare at him as if he’s grown a second head. “I have no illusions on being a celebrity, Y/N. I’ve had a few experiences of my own, and it may be a bit different from back then, but I know.”

“It’s a lot different, Steve.”

“Maybe not so much.” He takes your hand and the champagne, leading you to the side of the room where there are small high tables where people can stand and chat over food, and he places his full flute and your empty one on the tablecloth. “Y/N, I’m just saying, let the press eat it up. We know what we are.”

And what’s that? you wonder helplessly as he says that they should get to the carpet. Tony and Pepper have already started, and Steve visibly recoils. Looping your arm through his, you send him a reassuring smirk, if possible.

“You might have to squint, Cap,” you whisper nefariously and he sends you a roll of his eyes as you put on your celebrity face. It hides your inner turmoil well as you kill over Steve’s words. With the most handsome man in the room on your arm, you send smolder and smolder whilst the soldier tries to ease into his smiles. It’s easier once you get him laughing at your jokes, and it’s hard to imagine you’d ever dreaded going to the event at all.

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To say you and Steve see each other over the next few years would be an understatement. Seeing as how you are in Washington occasionally, flying back and forth for work, the Triskelion is one of the few places you’d actually get excited to see once in a while. You’re actually in Washington when Steve’s called away on a mission. Sitwell’s called you in for an emergency consult. Well, he called Tony. You picked up the call. And what you came to was Nick Fury’s deathbed.

The image makes you shudder.

Suiting up, you propel yourself out of your Washington flat and fly towards the Triskelion. At night, Washington looks like any other city, breathtaking and alight with life. The Washington Monument’s glow casts its base in warm light as you fly over it, slowing down to admire your view and postpone going to the Triskelion. Ever since Steve knocked out the S.T.R.I.K.E. team in the elevator, you’ve been feeling like there had to be a reason.

Your reflection in the water is barely visible except for the glow of your repulsors, eyes, and arc reactor, and you float above it, the squirming feeling in your stomach ever growing.

Why do you have the feeling just like the one before the Battle of New York?

A number you don’t recognize calls you, but you pick up anyway, having A.N.A encrypt your location just in case as you fight off the feeling. Tony’s safe in New York — as safe as he can be fixing up the quarters for the Avengers who still drop by from time to time. Just one night of consultation, and then you’re back there with him, eating microwave dinners and working on new things.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Steve? Where are you?” Shaking yourself, you continue on your way to the Triskelion just as his voice echoes in your ears again.

“Sam’s. And you need to listen to me.”

“Are you okay?” you ask despite yourself. You haven’t seen him since the hospital, and if you’re honest with yourself, you kinda miss him. Plus, he wasn’t looking too great when you’d left.

You hold his hand, stepping closer as he stares at Natasha’s back. The red-haired woman’s head is bowed to hide her tears and you look to Steve. His eyes stare back at you but he doesn’t truly see you as you wrap your other hand around his arm, resting your head against his shoulder. He squeezes your hand tighter. You simply close your eyes and press your cheek against his jacket as your fingers interlace. He looks down, and you raise your head to see what he’s looking at.

A silver USB lies in his hand and your eyebrows knit together when you look at the make. S.H.I.E.L.D. made. When he catches you staring, however, he shoves it back into your pocket. A silent question that he ignores lays within your eyes.

“I didn’t want to leave the hospital so soon, but consultation couldn’t wait on the pumping problem,” you continue, diving into the water surrounding the building as your suit readjusts the air pressure and you turn on your headlamps. The water before you filters out the moon as you dive deeper.

“It’s fine. I just wanted to check up with you.”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m heading underwater and the slightest malfunction of the suit could kill me?” you ask, initiating the lights in your repulsors. Steve lets out a sigh of a laugh quietly on the other end as you squint, making out the shape of the pipelines.

“You made that suit, Y/N. I know it won’t,” he replies, but he sounds tense and you make yourself redirect the conversation. Your HUD emits a gentle light as it does a preliminary scan on the pipelines.

“Thanks, Steve. So… where are you now? I mean, now that you’re on the run.”

“That’s what I’ve got to talk to you about.”

Pulling up, you frown. No leaks and the Stark Industry sustainable filter is running flawlessly. You’d installed it yourself, along with the other convertors along the lines. Turning off your mic, you raise your arm.

“A.N.A., can you run a scan? Sitwell said it was in this area, and I’m not sure if I’m being delusional.”

“Of course, Ms. Stark.” The repulsor gauntlet shoots out a grid of blue light, a bar of blue scanning the pipes as you work your way down the whole area. Resuming your call with Steve, you clear your throat.

“Sorry, Steve, what is it? Is it about why you gave Rumlow the black eye he deserves?” you joke.

“Y/N, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been compromised.” Your heart stops. Maybe you are delusional.

“What?”

“Whatever you do, don’t take another assignment from them. You need to leave D.C. now.”

“Steve, I—”

“There is an unknown object approaching your vector.” A.N.A.’s warning interrupts whatever you were going to say, and kick starts your wired brain. You twist around, all sources of light shutting off at once with a quiet whir. Letting yourself sink, you steady your breathing and turn on your night vision just as something explodes right next to you. It sends you tumbling, your head rattling in your suit as you spin in the water, trying to regain your sense of up and down.

“A.N.A., find the source!” Managing to stabilize yourself to a stop, you shake your head. Something’s trickling down your temple, and there’s a familiar ache in your arm that was closest to the blast. You still can’t hear well aside from the ringing and you strain to hear.

“Already on it.”

Y/N, what’s going on?” Steve asks but his voice crackles over the line and you wince, trying to ignore how grating it is on your ears as blue shapes are highlighted on your HUD. Submarines by the looks of it. S.H.I.E.L.D. warships armed with missiles, mines, and torpedos.

Fuck, really? In the Potomac? You have no time for questions like that, though, and with every second you waste sinking to the bottom, it’s another second feeling like the water’s going to seep into your suit and asphyxiate you. Another missile launches towards you and you swerve out of the way, letting it land in the riverbed.

“I was in Washington for a consultation on the Triskelion’s pump system,” you whisper. “Fucking great that they’re compromised now, huh?”

“Engaging boosters.” Your ankles lock together, you press your hands against your sides and look up as you propel yourself to the surface. You’re a great white beacon of light and heat now that you’ve given up all hope of defeating war subs in your mechanic armor. “Missiles fired. They’ve tracked your infrared signature, ma’am.”

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice cracks the comms again as moonbeams begin to break through. “What’s going?”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. subs are on me. Five. Shit!” A missile strikes your foot and you let out a yelp as the booster fails. Veering off, you try to get back on course. “Targeting system. They know all the weak points of this suit. Fuck! My booster’s down.” Swerving out of the way of another swarm of missiles, you run diagnostics on your failed repulsor node just as A.N.A. gives out another warning that another barrage is incoming. Your heart beats in your throat, blood dripping over and down your neck, and you try to unscramble your thoughts. S.H.I.E.L.D. is attacking you. S.H.I.E.L.D. is attacking you. Holy shit.

Tony’s going to be so pissed.

“Can you fire back?”

“It’s my repair suit. It’s not meant for battle. I didn’t think I’d get attacked by fucking S.H.I.E.L.D.!” The second barrage nearly gets you and you let out a breath of relief when they all whiz past, only for a bigger cruise missile to slam into your side. Infrared tech on a cruise missile with diamond nibs. These are war-grade, way above anyone’s pay-grade and slice through your suit like it’s soft cheese. It digs into you and you let out a terrified gasp.

It’s a small explosion, granted, but it no doubt shatters your ribs and blows something apart inside you. Ears ringing, you scream over the sound of A.N.A. giving you a status report on the suit, but over your own hoarse voice, you know that water’s surging into your suit, your ribs are shattered, and you’re probably going to die. A.N.A. quarantines the water, sealing you from the neck up as you frantically touch your wound. Your A.I. has already dispatched the emergency lock, your second skin of armor spanning over your abdomen and binding your insides together.

“Injuries?”

“Shattered ribs, multiple third-degree burns and massive internal damage.”

“Communications?” you wheeze, trying to breathe but your lungs struggle against the ribs that float around in your chest cavity as you clutch at the wound. A.N.A. had been as fast as she could, closing over the wound as soon as she detected it, but dirty, freezing river water still got in. It laps at your wounds, soothing the burns and washing through your insides simultaneously. Melting from the inside out, you suck in your scream and blink, trying to ignore the tears streaming down your face as you pray for the adrenaline to kick in.

“Offline. They’ve scrambled the frequency.”

“Unscramble it! We need to tell Steve he needs to get out of here and tell Tony what’s happening. I’ll focus on the staying alive part.” Although sobs tear at your throat and blackness dots your vision from the pain, you squint through your tears to look at the HUD. A list of systems that are offline continue to scroll down the side as the water begins to pick up, pulling and pushing you in all directions.

“Y-Y-Y/N? Can you read me? Hey!”

“Still alive, yet, Cap,” you manage to say, redirecting all energy to your one working foot. “Come on, come on.” Every movement is sending agony rushing down to your chest and it’s like the water pressure presses down into your chest. Even breathing is getting difficult as a knot forms between your lungs. Heaving for air, you begin to speed up to the surface. Water streams down the sides, bubbles popping and foam disappearing before your eyes. Suddenly, beeping begins out of left-field.

“They’re sending more cruise missiles, ma’am. Without your other repulsor node, you won’t be able to outfly them.”

“But I’m so fucking close!”

“It won’t matter, Ms. Stark. They’ve locked into your heat signature and this suit does not have the capability to lower or mask your in-suit heat output.” A.N.A.’s words make you blink and you let out a desperate sigh, your breathing coming ragged as the water closes in on you. Your vision blurs, and for a moment, your head dips forward before you snap open your eyes. “I’m sorry, Ms. Stark.” Your A.I. sounds so fucking crushed and she’s already grieving and you regret coding in emotions because you want to cry, and not because of the pain.

“It’s not your fault, A.N.A.”

Blinking, you try to calm yourself down but it’s all coming so close. Your helmet can’t protect you for long, you’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die—

“You’ll send a message to Tony? The message?” you ask and the world stops. The startling realization that you might truly die here in the Potomac slams into you and you nearly let out a scream at how fucking unfair it is. Ribbons of tears track down your face, and you compress yourself into a compact slip of armor, hoping it’ll give you that chance to outrun it, but you know that it won’t. You graduated from MIT, just like Tony. Your big brother Tony. You know the math. The beeping gets louder, gets faster.

A watery smile appears on your face, your lips trembling as it crumbles away and you openly sob. Your face is hot and you breathe in hot air, and you need to breathe. Oh, god, you’re gonna die of asphyxiation before you die of your injuries and everything’s closing in on you—

“Of course, Ms. Stark.” You take comfort in A.N.A.s voice and confirmation, trying to pull what’s left of you together.  “Thank you.” It’s just within reach, but the beeping in your ears tells you the missiles are closer. They’re hot on your trail and your faulty booster has no intention of coming back soon. Remembering your call, you swallow whatever tears you have left and ignore the ache in your throat. Everything hurts, but nothing so much as the pain one can get from knowing what they’re leaving behind. “Steve?” 

Crackling, and then a thick voice comes on and you know he’s crying too, “I’m here.”

Your eyes reflect the moon’s beams, and you can only see that beautiful full moon surrounded by so much darkness, and you wonder if this is what Tony saw up in that wormhole. The light at the end of a tunnel. You swallow, nod, and tell yourself that you can’t feel the pain anymore. The adrenaline in my body’s numbing it, you reason to yourself. I’ll die from my injuries before I can get to a hospital, so there’s no point in feeling it. The beeping becomes insistent, but you don’t look back. If you don’t look back, maybe they aren’t there.

“Ms. Stark…”

“It’s okay, A.N.A. You did your best.” Clenching your jaw, you try to make sure your next words can be made out. They need to count, you need him to hear you loud and clear, and he seems to sense this because he begins to whisper these nothings meant to make you feel better, or to stall you. You hope it’s to make to feel better. 

Because it works.

“Steve, when I die, tell Tony that… that I love him, and he deserves so many things in this world. Tell him, tell him he is the best brother I could’ve asked for, and—“

“Hey, Y/N. You’re gonna outfly those rockets. You’re the best damn pilot I know. So, stop talking like you’re gonna die.”

“Steve—“

“Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. It’ll be okay, doll, you’re gonna be just fine, and then you’ll come over to Sam’s, and we’ll be on the run together.” Steve’s voice cracks and it damn well near breaks you as the A.N.A. goes radio silent. The HUD turns off. She’s conserving energy. That can only mean one thing. “Won’t that be fun? Huh? We’ll be… what was it that was trending after the 2012 gala? That hashtag…”

You let out a noise that’s somewhere between a sob and a laugh as your eyes close. “#Ironcaptain and #Starogers were both trending,” you remind him. His voice is soft and hoarse, and exactly how you imagined him in the mornings. You’ll never get to fucking see him again. Fuck. Life. Fuck. You.

“That’s right, doll. You’re right. You’re so beautiful and smart. You’re tough as, uh, iron, and you’re always right.”

“Dork.”

“Yeah, I’m your dork, though. So, you’ve gotta make it. You’re perfect. That’s why you’ll make it, okay?” He’s in so much denial it pains you to the core and all you want to do is grab him in a hug and tell him that you’re going to die but it’ll be okay. But he’s on the other side of the city and he can’t save you this time. “That’s why I’m gonna see you again, and I’m gonna tell you so many things. So you’ve got to stay alive, alright? ‘Cause I needa tell you all about Camp Lehigh and Bucky and you’re supposed to be here with me ‘cause you’re one of my best friends and I need you, okay? It’s been like that since the beginning, Y/N. Before everything, before that gala, before we were friends. I was always the puppy trailing after you. So you can’t die.”

“Steve,” you choke out as you open your eyes again. You reach your uninjured arm for the surface. Your fingers are barely brushing the air and you can imagine the wind on your face. You might make it. “Steve, I’m scared to die.”

“You’re not gonna die, so there’s nothing to be scared of,” he tells you like it's a fact and not something that’s stopping you from turning off every repulsor node you have left. You’re so tired but your arm breaks free, and then your suit and then you’re soaring through the sky.

Flying through the air, you hear the whistle of wind and missile trail after you. You made it to the surface and for what? Here you’ll be, shot down like game anyway. Is that all live is? A game of hope and lies and deceit, just for some god out there?

If it is, when you die, you’ll tell them that you were never playing. You’ll tell whatever god who’s watching to go fuck themselves. Find someone else to play with.

“Steve,” you whisper, because you need to say it as many times as you can before you can’t anymore. “Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve.”

“I’m here. I’m right here waiting for you.”

You laugh into your next words, cheeks soaking with tears as you raise your eyes to the moon. “I’m glad that it’s you.” 

The missiles dig into your armor — legs, chest, arms in that order — and explode. You are a dying star, the last brilliant flash of light and beauty and the magnificence of the universe before you are extinguished. 

On the other side of Washington, Steve watches the orange cloud of fire and smoke consume the air around it hungrily as a lone figure drops into the water.

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“Zola’s algorithm… is a program for choosing I.N.S.I.G.H.T.’s targets.”

“What targets?”

“You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city.” Sitwell swallows visibly and Steve’s nails dig into his palms as he stares at the pathetic man. “Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future. It’s why we killed Y/N Stark.” Blood drips down Steve’s fingers as he grabs Sitwell’s collar, hauling him to his feet.

“What did you say?”

“We… it was a confirmed hit.” Sitwell’s confession rings in Steve’s ears and he lifts him up higher, wanting him to choke.

“You say her name one more time, no one’s gonna stop you when you’re thrown off the building.” He lets the man drop to a pile on the ground. The blood from his palms mark where he’d grabbed the traitor and Steve resists the urge to kick him. Instead, he asks how Zola’s algorithm can predict the future whilst thinking of every way imaginable on how he can destroy H.Y.D.R.A., one agent at a time.

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“Y/N wouldn’t want some priest,” Steve says, playing with Sam’s cellphone. He’d given it to him after what happened in Washington, but Steve’s never grabbed the strength to play the voicemail sent to the number not long after your last call together. The anger he had has sapped away until all that’s left is the space you used to fill with your laugh and smile. He never even got to tell you how he felt about you— “Maybe something quiet. Her stuff burned, something like that.”

“How the hell would you know what she wanted?” Tony whispers. His rage is simmering so close to the surface, so close to his breaking point, that Steve looks up. They’re gathered in the Avengers Tower, all of them for once, and Tony slams his hand on the table, head bowed. 

“Tony,” Bruce begins but he ignores him, pushing off the table and walking back towards the window of the penthouse, staring off to the skyline. “I’m sorry. You couldn’t have stopped it.”

“I could’ve. I could’ve told her not to go.”

“You couldn’t have known S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised,” Natasha adds, although her eyes are red rimmed and there’s something croaky in her voice. Steve’s heard her cry. He knows. “None of us knew.” Tony whips around.

“You were supposed to protect her!” His words make Steve flinch more than the volume he screams it at. Steve’s blood rushes to his head in his shame, and a familiar bruise blooms in his throat. “I trusted you. You promised me you’d protect her.”

“I promised I’d try, Tony,” he whispers. “And I couldn’t. Neither could you. If you were in my position, you wouldn’t have made it in time.”

“I could’ve. I could’ve, with my suit. I could have saved her if I was in your position, because I would have had the suit!” Tipping over a wine glass and letting it smash to the floor, all but Tony flinch when he walks over the shards of broken glass. “You don’t have any idea what I could’ve done.” 

Steve falls silent. He turns on the phone screen, turns it off again, and flips it over to feel the edges where the screen protector has cracked.

“Tony,” Thor begins, speaking for the first time since he’s arrived. His dark blue eyes are storms on seas and the air around him blurs with energy. The air tastes like lightning. “Look at me.”

“I could’ve saved her,” Tony repeats.

“Look at me.” Dark eyes meet storm blue. “You could not have gone across the city, bring her out of the water, and take her to a hospital alive. Even if you did find her, she would have bled out or succumbed to her injuries.” His voice lowers as Tony’s head drops forward, tears racing down his nose and cheeks. “We all saw the suit.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s dead,” Tony whispers. He jolts himself out of Thor’s grasp and walks back to the window. “She could’ve made it out. Someone could’ve saved her.”

“Tony,” Natasha calls softly, “we need to—“

“‘We’,” the man repeats incredulously. He gives them all a sneer. Tony’s bitter smile could make hell freeze over and Steve pockets the phone, standing. “I’m sorry, there’s a ‘we’ in this situation? Who’s her brother here?”

“Tony, that isn’t fair—”

“There is no ‘we’. You all think she’s dead, but we never got a body. That’s what isn’t fair about this. You’re supposed to be her friends, her family, and you’ve just given up on her! She could still be out there. She could still be kicking and you’ve all given up on her!” Swiping a hand out to the window, he stares at them, waiting for them to agree. When they don’t, his head bows as his hands ball into fists. With a sigh, all the strength leaves him and Tony’s shoulders slump. When he looks up again, his eyes are shining wet, dark earth after a storm.

“Tony,” Steve says his name faintly, then clears his throat. Standing up, he waits for the response and gets none. He begins his way to the man who personifies all stages of grief. His throat bruised from holding in tears, he just calls his name again until Tony looks at him. “We got the suit.” Tony’s entire body crumples and he leans against the bar, eyes narrowing on the marble swirls. “She may have been your sister, but she wasn’t invincible.”

“Don’t talk about her like she’s dead!” Steve sees the swing before it makes contact and he ducks underneath, bringing Tony into a crushing hug. “She’s not dead. She’s my baby sister, she’s not dead.” Steve doesn’t say anything, but the man seems to wilt in his arms as another hand touches his shoulder. Bruce sends a tight-lipped smile before slipping between the two and hugging Tony tight. The blond pulls away.

“Thor, get the suit,” Steve whispers, turning to the god. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, nodding and uncrossing his arms to go retrieve the cargo they’d received a week ago. Maria Hill had it delivered in an unsuspecting box outside of Stark Towers, with a touch ID that only Tony Stark could bypass. Inside, the melted, burnt, broken remains of what is left of your mechanic suit. Half a gauntlet, blasted metal, shrapnel and bloodstains. That’s all they have left of you.

Tony takes out your helmet. There are ashy streaks where the explosion had damaged the metal, and there’s a huge crack up the left side of the mask until where the eye used to be. A hole is punched through, the wires poking out, and blood where something had dragged over your mask.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., connect A.N.A. to the servers.”

“Right away, sir.”

“Good morning, Mr. Stark.” A new voice echoes throughout the penthouse, a subdued female who sounds like she’s seen better days. Steve catches Tony’s weakening smile. “Is there anything you need?”

“You have the recording for… for her last day?” Bruce asks quietly.

“Mr. Stark?” A.N.A. seems to wait on Tony for confirmation and he nods.

“Go.”

The helmet lights up and Tony places it on the bar counter before heading down to the couch with the rest of them. Natasha rubs his arm, leaning on her other elbow and hiding her mouth behind a tight fist. Thor closes his eyes, listening as intently as he can. Bruce paces back and forth and Steve just waits on Tony.

When they reach your agony, your screams, your relentless sobbing for death as you sink into the Potomac, Tony tells A.N.A. to turn it off. There’ll be two funerals, they decide. The public memorial and one just for them.

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“You dealt with my sister’s potty mouth and you yell at me about language?” Tony asks over the comms. Steve groans on the other end, and he’s surprised by how easily he can mention you. It doesn’t hurt as much. “I literally can’t get over it.”

“It just slipped out, Tony,” he replies.

“Well, I bumped into a forcefield, so I had a reason.” Tony’s senses are on high alert. The Enhanced is MIA and his eyes scan the area. 

“Keep your eyes on the prize, Tony. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can head home and debate about it.”

Tony pushes on the secret door, letting out a silent ‘yay’ when it gives, sliding into motion.

“We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage.”

Walking down the staircase, Tony’s nerves shoot. Something about this place seems off. The staircase expands as he gets to the end, leading through a dark hallway lit by the occasional lamp that looks like it hasn’t had its oil changed since the 80’s. Grimacing, Tony continues on his way. It’s enough light to let him see ahead and if he needs the suit, it’s just seconds away. The hallway opens up to reveal a huge underground laboratory, and Tony’s eyes widen, gaze drifting up as he takes in the magnitude of this room. It’s a huge construct, with metal catwalks and staircases. A Leviathan is hoisted in the air by wires and he blinks.

“Guys, I got Strucker.”

“Yeah, I’ve got… something bigger.” There are benches full of forgotten projects or ones half-done. An Iron Legion robot lays on one of them, illuminated by pale yellow.

Shit. He wants to get out of here and back to the team, but it’s too late now and he has a job to do. His eyes drift over the robot again, seeing if he’d know what they needed it for. Experimentation? Curiosity?

Parts. He can see it in the delicate way it was taken apart, by someone who knows their way around this kind of stuff. This isn’t some ten year old who’d torn it apart for the sake of curiosity. No, this is surgery.

Tearing his eyes away, he turns to look at the triple row of benches under what looks to be operating room lights. Something gold and red glimmers underneath the light but he can’t risk getting unfocused.

The blue glow of Loki’s sceptre reminds him of why he’s here, and he goes to it. Electricity crackles around it, tools and half-made but quality gadgets used to stabilize it. There are monitors reading the levels it’s giving out, fluctuating as Tony steps closer.

“Thor, I got eyes on the prize.”

“Tony?” Turning around at the sound of a voice — the voice, your voice — Tony’s eyes widen as the Leviathan jerks into motion. Letting out a scream, he flinches away, his mind reeling back to that wormhole in 2012. Panic seizes him, his lungs constricting and his heart beating in time with the pulse in his head as he turns to watch it go, flying above the rock steps occupied by some bodies.

Bodies he recognizes.

Bruce’s Hulk body twitches as the last of his fight leaves him. Spears come out and go into him at all angles and he lets out a painful whimper. Natasha’s broken arms and legs stretch and twist in awkward angles as if she’d fallen to her death and every single bone in her is shattered. A pool of blood spreads beneath her head and her eyes stare sightlessly at him. The rock ledge is slick with red, flowing down in a tiny trickle towards Clint. For a moment, Tony thinks he’s alive, and he nearly calls out his name.

Then his head dips and lolls, and Tony knows. Thor’s neck is gashed to the bone, but his blood has dried and Tony’s breath catches in his throat. The few things that can kill Thor aren’t even possible on Earth, and Tony takes a step towards him just as his gaze drops. Steve Rogers lays there, bruised and battered with a shield snapped in half.

Half of him knows this is a vision but the other half is trying to rationalize it. Whatever is messing with his head: transmittable by air, powerful enough to warp his reality, and potent enough to capitalize on pre-existing emotions. Tony jots all this down in his mind as he desperately tries to pull himself out.

Not real, not real, not—

“You could have saved us.”

“Ant? Is it really you?” Spinning around, he comes face to face with you. You look more than a little worse for wear, and he touches your face, unbelieving. Searching your face, he just sighs and kisses your forehead. “Tony, oh my god.” Letting out something between a sob and a chuckle, he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. Your hands cup his face and you cry out, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N, you’re okay.” He takes hold of you by the shoulders, taking in your features as his fingers brush over your cheekbones. 

“Hey, Tony,” you whisper. The skin peels away underneath your eye in the shape of the crack of your mask as he touches your face, peeling like wet tissue and he lets out a shout, pushing back. The flap of skin continues to fall, tearing away your face and blood flows down the gash as your eye closes. Scarlet tears flow your cheeks. “Tony, it’s me.”

“Y/N, no….” You reach for him still, trying to understand why and Tony can only back away. You’re dressed in tattered clothes, all bloody and burned — the clothes you died in and there’s a gaping hole where your abdomen should be.

“Tony?”

“It isn’t you.” The ugly pulsing burn on your side is black and white, your arm mangled beyond repair. “Stop…”

“Tony, what’s wrong?” You run to him when he trips over the steps of the rocks and you pull him up. Blood runs down your neck, drying dark and thick. Your eye opens again. With a pitch black pupil, only a green synthetic outline stares back at him.

“You’re not real!” Flinging your arms off, he stalks past you and searches for the sceptre. “You’re dead. I buried your empty casket.” He takes in his surroundings, his back to the pile of dead heroes. If he doesn’t acknowledge it, it’ll make his mind realize it isn’t real. If he finds the sceptre, he’s out of here. It’s the sceptre messing with his mind. That’s it. Find the sceptre.

You stumble after him but he ignores you too. His heart tears in half as he ignores it and tells himself that you’re dead. He forces himself to think of that cloudy day and that empty casket. They buried your suit and your favourite books for you to read in whatever afterlife. It’s been a year. You’re dead. 

A vibrating hum catches his attention and he freezes. Closing his eyes, he tries to hone in on the sound.

“Tony, please! Look at me...” A hand clutches at his shirt and he whips around, prepares to scream for his mind to shut up. The words die before he can speak. There the sceptre is, with the monitors and stabilizers and everything. No dead bodies, no blood on his hands. But the hand is still there. A sobbing pile is at his feet and a pale hand grasps his shirt, and his breath catches when the sobbing pile cries out his name. His stomach twisted, bile crawls up his throat when he sinks to his knees, collapsing before it. His hands shake and he feels his heart steadily climb towards the spectrum of beating so fast he isn’t sure he has a heart anymore. His blood mutes his frantic thoughts, and he, lightheaded and dizzy, pulls the hands off of him. They’re shaking but he isn’t sure if it’s him or… or you.

“Tony, please look at me. Tony? Tony, it’s not a vision, right? I’m, I’m not seeing things, again? Tony?” Your voice under your breath mutters these heartbreaking things that Tony lets out a breathless laugh of pain, and he tilts your chin up to see you. It can’t be you. You, with the exploded armour and bloodstains. You, who’d died by S.H.I.E.L.D. It can’t be you. A shaky hand reaches for your chin, and he feels the hot tears dripping off your skin as he angles your head to the light. Your eyes are wide and sunken compared to the rest of your face and your lips are dried and cracked. Your hands are calloused, dirty, your fingernails chipped, your skin raw and red and blistering. It can’t be you.

But it is.

“Yeah, Y/N, it’s me.” Your eyes widen and you stare at him as if you’ve just noticed him for the first time, and you let out a loud sob, covering your hand with your mouth as he lunges into you, holding you as tight as he can. You’re so real and warm and you’re hugging him back even harder if that’s even possible as he sniffs back his tears.

If this is a dream, Tony doesn’t want to wake up.

“Tony? Tony, you found me. I told them you would, but obviously they ignored it, because you’d never stop until you did.” Tony’s heart races back to the other end of the spectrum. The not-beating side. The side riddled with guilt and grief and pain that he thought he’d moved past but here, in your earnest view, it all comes rushing back. “They, they kept me here to work on the staff, but… you found me.” You bury your face in his neck and he kisses the spot before your ear, looking at the staff with wet eyes. Blinking, he lets the tears that fall, fall freely. “I thought I was dreaming when I heard your voice. It’s been so long. Tony.”

You break down into tears as you melt into his arms, slouching all over him. He holds you up in his embrace and your knees drag over the floor as you wrap your legs around him. He pulls back and sits on his bottom, holding you in his lap like he did when you were a kid after a nightmare. You latch onto him like a koala, and he sighs, eyes closing.

“I’ve got you, sis.” Running a hand over your hair, he realizes with a pang how thin you are. You’re all bones and not a lot of meat, and your spindly fingers are grasping onto him so hard that it hurts. But pain’s good. Means it’s more likely to be real. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you outta here. I’ve got you.”

The comm links are active as Tony buries his face in your greasy hair. You smell awful, but underneath it, you smell like you. 

“Guys, we’ve got a plus one.”

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“Hold my hand, Steve.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” He nods, as if expecting your answer and you sit across from him. Reaching over, the man holds your hand across the conference room table. Tony situates himself in the corner, and you already know what’s coming. You just need to gauge Steve’s reaction when it’s presented. 

As images of every global instance of destruction flickers across the screen, you feel something within you twist harder. Washington, D.C. Steve’s grip intensifies, nearly crushing your hand until you give him a gentle squeeze in reminder.

You open the first page of the Sokovia Accords. His thumb traces soothing circles over your skin while you flip through the pages. Your cybernetic eye scans each one, gleaning the important info for you to review later before you hand it off. 

Since your return to civilization, you’ve updated and replaced the tech H.Y.D.R.A. used to keep you alive and functioning with improvements that are far more befitting of you. For one thing, your cybernetic eye they used to replace the one they gouged out has a link to the earpiece, allowing you near 24/7 access to A.N.A. For another, you’ve improved mesh camouflage. After all, the scarring around your metal abdomen is kinda unsightly for undercover operations. 

Still, this isn’t how you wanted to go back into the Avengers. After Tony’s BARF showcase at MIT and the announcement of the September Foundation Grant, you had felt the shift in Tony’s energy. From generous and giving, to guilty and heartbroken, you knew something had happened when he went to the bathroom. Still, he probably didn’t want to talk about it.

So you took the jet back to New York for an emergency Security Council meeting with Secretary Thaddeus Ross. 

Tony watches as you hand the Accords to Steve. Sam refuses to look at it, and Steve only lifts the cover to humour you. You know him. 

When Secretary Ross leaves, the rest of the Avengers follow suit soon after, but not before your brother kisses your hair and rubs your head. They all head out to see the Secretary off and then meet in one of the many lounges in the facility. All of them except Steve.

Steve pulls his hand back to open the thick book, and you swivel the chair to face him fully. He reads the first page and you watch as his expression tightens, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed.

“Steve,” you whisper and he looks up at you. Instantly, everything relaxes. His shoulders slide down and he even manages a small smile.

“I don’t like it so far,” he tells you. “Sacrificing our right to choose is too dangerous.” He lifts the Accords half way, scans the pages, and then lets it drop again. He rubs his hand over his face, looking older and tired.

“Well, we can set up safeguards, can’t we? Once all the publicity dies down.” You reach for his hand, and he takes hold of it again. The warmth of him soothes your nerves and he instantly begins rubbing your knuckles. Habit, you suppose.

“But what if this panel doesn’t send us where we need to go? What if they send us where we aren’t needed? Y/N, we can’t be run by some panel who doesn’t even know us.”

“I know. You know I know what happens when corruption begins to spread. I’m sure we’ll be able to have some say over this.”

“Agendas change.”

“And what if our agendas change, too?” you ask quietly. Steve’s head snaps up and you lean forward, squeezing his palm. “I’m not saying you or Tony. I know you try your best. I’m saying when we’re all gone, what happens if the Avengers are run by people who don’t have the same ideals?”

“That’s a far off possibility.”

“But it’s still a possibility.” You stand, smoothing your hands over your pants and adjusting your vest. You realize somewhere that you’re dressed exactly like your brother, but you ignore it. The two of you can’t help but be fashion icons. Walking around the table, you sit on the surface next to his hand. “I don’t like it either, so I’m not going to sign.” Not yet. “But, Tony wants to. So we’re gonna have to talk it over with the team.”

Steve leans back into his chair to look at you. “I can’t sign this, Y/N.”

“I know.” You pull him up to his feet and smile as he brushes hair away from your face. “I know, baby.” You pull him into a hug and he sighs, nuzzling into your neck. Pulling back, he sighs again and brushes his thumb over your lips as his gaze searches your face. He takes you in like he’ll never see you beside him again and you do the same, just trying to burn his face into your memory. 

“These Accords might ruin us.”

“Not if you don’t let it.”

“Tony wants to sign.” Steve lets his head drop and the hands you have on your shoulders press down. Your thumbs dig circles into his muscles.

“Not if we convince him not to.” You send him a smile and he cups your face. “We’re really lucky, Steve. Really lucky. We got a second chance. This past year has been hell for the both of us, but we got our chance.”

“At what cost is it to keep us together? I can’t just pretend I agree with this. If I see a situation pointed south, I can’t just ignore it.”

“I know, baby. Tony knows it too.” Your hands run down his chest and your fingers tangle together. “This is our family. Just, remember that.”

“I know.” Leaning over, he kisses your cheek, although you yearn for it somewhere else, and pulls away to go to the lounge with the Accords. You sit there on the table, alone, watching him go, with that feeling in your heart just like the one in 2012.

Just like the one in Washington.

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“Take one more step, and I’ll be sending your brains to Wilson.”

Steve freezes. The words, tossed so poisonously against his back, make him stop and he swallows through his bruised throat. He doesn’t want to look at you. He can’t look at you after what he’d done. Rhodey shattered, Tony somewhere trying to fix the mess he made. But he couldn’t regret choosing Bucky. Still, he just wanted to make sure you were okay but you’d woken up and grabbed your gun as quick as you could, standing despite the ringing that must’ve been going on in your head.

“You don’t walk away when I’m talking to you, Captain.” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Without the shield, he almost feels naked under your piercing glare. He knows that if looks could kill, it wouldn’t have mattered if he had vibranium between you two. “You know what you mean to me.” The gun cocks and he hears the safety switch off. Your finger rests over the trigger.

“Secretary Ross charged me with finding you. Tony asked me to bring you in peacefully,” you whispers. Your unsaid words hang in the air instead. Not more than Bucky. Never more than Bucky. Bucky who killed my parents.

Bucky who didn’t know what he was doing.

But he killed them.

And Steve knew.

After Secretary Ross assigned you with bringing back the fugitives, you’d refused at first. 

“I don’t work for organizations like yours,” you said.

“Y/N, if you don’t go, we don’t know how many people will get hurt when they get in his way,” Tony said. 

“I’m only going for you,” you said.

You knew Steve wouldn’t let his team rot on the Raft for so long. It was only a matter of time before he came to rescue them, and that was where you came in. You know his mind, and it almost kills you, knowing that in every circumstance, he would’ve always chosen Bucky over you. 

Steve was always the better hand-to-hand combatant between the two of you, but Natasha had taught you some new moves before she’d gone and disappeared without a trace, too. You had him pinned underneath you, and a part of you knows that he’d only let you win because he didn’t want to hurt you. Before, it used to be funny. You used to spar, and you’d pin him down, or he’d scoop you up in a hug. Before, it used to be fun and flirty, and you two would make smoothies after. At least, before everything that had happened.

No such kindness is in you now.

It wasn’t in Sam either. The man had knocked you out with a fire extinguisher, leading to their escape.

Until now.

Steve had dragged you to the little skipper he’d used to sneak onto the Raft, scared out of his mind for the concussion you now sported. But it didn’t matter. Despite the dots nearly blacking out your vision, you know if you pull, it’d hit Steve and come out between the eyes.

“Rhodey’s paralyzed,” you grit out, your jaw clenched so hard you’re sure your teeth will break, “because of you. How could you do this to him? To Tony? Especially after what happened last year? Tony… Tony’s heartbroken. You know that? He’s heartbroken.”

So are you. Steve knows how to read between your lines, even if some of ‘em are metal instead of flesh.

“Then, are you gonna do it?” Steve asks quietly. Golden light streams into the dark room, illuminating his broad shoulders and sifting through his hair, and you wonder if everyone else is asleep. That’s the only reason you can think of that’ll make him see you now. He’s always held these secrets. It’s a fucking shame you’re one of them.

It’s a fucking shame he hid the most important one from you. It almost makes you wonder if he ever felt anything for you at all. Life has been shitting on you.

Squinting your eyes, you try to ignore the blossoming pain in your head as you shake your thoughts away. He doesn’t even look at you. Coward.

“I want to,” you tell him, finger just barely pushing the trigger. You know how much pressure it takes to fire a gun “I really, really want to.” You half-laugh, half-cry, because of the pain in your heart and head. Who’s the coward now? “I didn’t know what to do.”

“I know.” Steve turns to you then, his normally-bright blue eyes hooded by the shadows of the rocking ship. You put the gun down, and it’s almost as if all the strength leaves you then, too. “I never wanted you to pick between Tony and I.”

“Why, because I’d pick Tony?” You sit back down on your bed again, and Steve shoves his hands in his pockets. Walking over, he angles his head to the spot beside you and you nod, reaching over to turn on the lamp. “Well, you’d pick Bucky so, I guess it’s even.”

“Y/N,” he begins but you hold up a hand as your eyes close. 

“Save it, Rogers. It doesn’t matter.” Your teeth clench together and the muscles in your jaw twitches as your eyebrows push down. All you’re trying to do is not cry at the thought of leaving him here on this ship. Taking a shaky breath, you blow it out as Steve puts a hand on yours. Your fingers slot together and you lean towards him until your head is on your shoulder. He tilts his head to press his cheek into your hair and your fingers play together as your other hand brushes over his calloused skin, broken along his knuckles where he’d punch your brother. “None of it matters.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Something wet slides into your hair and you feel it drip down your skin. Placing your hand atop his, you swallow and tell yourself to get it together.

“The most ridiculous part of this whole situation is that I love you,” you tell him because there might never be a chance to tell him again. “Your best friend killed my parents. You beat up my brother and he’s back in New York, bruised and battered and heartbroken, and I’m here.” You raise your head and he turns to look at you. Searching his eyes, you find nothing but grief. He pulls away his hand. “I’m here, instead of there with him.” You laugh because it’s all so stupid and ridiculous. “I’m really here, fraternizing with the enemy.”

This is never how you imagined you would tell Steve you loved him. Never. The first time you tell him you love him is the day it’s over. Fucking poetic, isn’t it. 

“I’m fraternizing with the enemy,” you repeat. Steve’s your enemy. Steve. Your stupid dork is now the enemy of 117 countries and you. The realization slams into you like things you can’t name. Your eyes flicker close and a few tears slip out but you manage to suck the rest in. Steve lets out an exhausted sigh and it feels like you’re both bone-tired this days.

“Y/N, I never wanted this for you. I just wanted to keep you safe.” His hand rises up to touch your face but then he seems to think better of it and lets it drop again. You miss the warm, rough feel of him already and he’s not even gone yet. “If the U.N. did what H.Y.D.R.A. did—”

“I know. I…” You sigh, looking down at the slight space between the two of you. How easy it would be to close it if it were a different time. “It was never a choice between you and Tony. It was a choice between Tony and what I believed in, and I believe in you, Steve. I believe that organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D., like the World Security Council, like some U.N. security panel, can’t be trusted.”

“Then, why? You know what organizations can do. You know that agendas change.”

“We’ve already lost so much. We’ve had too many casualties.” You cup his face, smile bitterly, try to make a joke out of it that you know won’t land. “I was one of them.”

“You can’t say that,” Steve says, turning his face away and you swallow the knot in your throat. 

“Why not? It’s true.” The most horrible thing you’ve ever seen lays within Steve’s eyes in that moment but you move on. “The Accords are still gonna pass whether you’re there or not. It’s a matter of safety, now,” you whisper and his gaze darts to you. His eyes ask a silent question and you dread the answer. “I’m gonna sign. I need to do my job, Steve, even if it means working for some higher power. There’s no other way.”

“So you’ve picked a side.” The distance between you is immeasurably wide, and you wonder how such a huge distance can be fit in such a tiny space.

“Yeah,” you whisper, “I’ve picked a side.” Steve’s face twitches and you take in his sculpted lips and cheeks, his blue eyes that reflect the lamplight and warm golden hair. “Steve, all that matters is we know what we are.” 2012 feels so long ago but it makes you feel younger when Steve tries to smile. Then, he looks down and you have a feeling he can’t even look at you.

At first, you think it’s because you disgust him. It’s not the first time you’ve thought such a thing, but then you realize. He’s terrified of watching you fall out of love with him.

How much you want to tell him that it isn’t possible. But you don’t. You can’t say a thing.

“But you’ve chosen a side,” he replies quietly, almost accusatory if you didn’t know him better. You close your eyes for a moment at his words, and then you turn away. The light is blinding in the hallway, but it’s better than looking at the heartache in Steve’s face. Tears slip down your cheeks as you stand and take the gun.

“You chose yours first.”

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[presidentrhodes]

Title: Executive Privilege Rating: Explicit / Smut / PWP, as in do not read this if you’re under 18.  Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark Summary: Tony needs to see President Rhodes. It’s a matter of national security.  @van-dyne wanted President Rhodes and Tony having sex at the Oval Office. @robertdowneyjjr promised me a good URL in return if I wrote some and she very helpfully beta-ed this so that it isn’t complete garbage. 

There is no plot and I refuse to apologise for that lol. 

Tony’s been on the American intelligence community’s radar since he hacked the Pentagon’s internal systems on a dare at 15, forcing them to finally implement a Stark Industries software upgrade. Pleased with his efforts, his father, Howard, bought him a nice vacation in Lyon. 

When Stark Industries won the contract to become Uncle Sam’s official weapons’ supplier, under Tony’s leadership, the CIA installed a backdoor on his computer—the incompetent underhandedness reeked of a young, fresh-out-of-college analyst who thought they struck gold by bugging Tony Stark. He let J.A.R.V.I.S humour them for almost a year before the intelligence community’s best and brightest figured out all of the information they had been gleaning from his systems were false. 

“You know, Honeybear,” Tony said, a little breathless from the constant, unforgiving assault on his senses. “This isn’t how I imagined reacquainting myself with your buddies at the CIA.” His voice cracked and whatever else he planned to say dissolve into a lewd moan. 

Bent double over a polished mahogany desk, its hard edges digging into his pliant hips, Tony’s hands searched for purchase, something to grab hold of and anchor himself against the wanton, breathtaking pleasure lighting up his nerve endings, his face pressed flat on the empty tabletop. His 900-dollar designer shirt was bunched up over his chest, his sweat-drenched skin flushed red, and the branded dress pants pooled in a heap around his ankles; Tony’s usually immaculate hair fell into total disarray as taut muscles spasmed with every hard grind—he looked wrecked, a sharp contrast to the sense of order permeating the empty, oval room. 

***

Like most things in life, Tony didn’t mean to fly out to D.C. on a whim and intrude upon the White House and insist to the administration staff that he needed to see President Rhodes, even if the latter was in the middle of an important diplomatic briefing ahead of a state visit to Australia. “It’s a matter of national security,” Tony explained to the Harvard-educated, stuffy Chief of Staff, whose irritable expression told him everything he needed to know about how Rhodey’s entourage felt about him. No doubt, his best friend must’ve sat through a dozen security briefings with the CIA and the Secret Service, each one of them urging him to reconsider his friendship with an eccentric billionaire and part-time superhero. 

To state his case more emphatically, Tony flashed a salacious smile that forced Mr Chief of Staff to exit the waiting room. Within ten minutes, he was ushered into the Oval Office, where Rhodey waited for him with a closed-off, annoyed look. “We’ll resume the meeting at 4, sir,” Mr Chief said, shutting the door behind Tony. 

Before Tony opened his mouth, Rhodey held up a hand; the predatory hunger in his eyes did most of the talking. “Strip,” came the curt, firm order. 

A small, logical part of Tony tried to object because even he knew the dangers of them both getting caught with their pants down by the beefy, expressionless secret service guys standing outside. But the rest of him, teeming with untamed, unfulfilled chaotic energy, had a mind of its own. He untucked his shirt and undid his buckle when Rhodey beckoned him closer until Tony stood directly in front of his best friend, who leaned back in a large leather chair. 

“Kneel,” Rhodey said, unusually reticent, but his eyes and the tent in his pants betrayed his arousal. “Well, don’t just wait for an invitation. Go on, do what you came here to do.” 

Tony tried to protest, but Rhodey cut him off. 

“Don’t even try to deny it. I’m lucky Mr Millman’s professors at Tufts drilled into him the art of discretion, otherwise, we’d have quite the scandal on hand.” 

Huh. So, Mr Chief of Staff wasn’t an uptight Ivy, but, still, the dirty looks were obnoxious, Tony reflected. 

He smacked his lips and reached for Rhodey’s zippers. It’s been months since he went down on his best friend, his boyfriend, because the commute between the Avengers headquarters and the White House turned out to be too much of an inconvenience for a quick fuck. He relished running his tongue over Rhodey’s erection, tasting the saltiness around the slit before a pair of hands pushed his head down with gentle firmness. Tony felt the bulbous tip graze the back of his throat, salivating at the idea of tasting his lover after months of quick tugs in the shower or before bed. Taking Rhodey’s erection deeper, he swallowed around the length, earning a well-deserved sharp intake of breath and a keening sob. 

“Fuck, Tones…” 

That’s the plan, Mr President, Tony thought, giving in to the ravenous desire to taste every inch of Rhodey’s cock, from shaft to the tip. 

***

As far as rough fucks went, this had to be the hottest one, Tony thought. Mostly, because the idea of a bunch of burly men bursting in through the closed door, guns drawn, thinking the most powerful man in the country was in trouble, only to find him buried balls deep in Tony’s ass, made him tremble. 

"Not that I have any complaints here because, damn, honeybear, this dick is just as good as I remember from..." Tony's words dissolved into a long, drawn-out moan as the thick, large cock drilled into his ass, hard, relentless, and with an express purpose of reducing him into a sobbing, incoherent mess. He was halfway there, the forceful pounding and the constant assault on his prostate leaving his skin, feverish, and his paper-thin resolve, crumbling. His own erection rubbed and glided against the smooth, polished wood, the constant friction keeping him in a state of perpetual ecstasy. "Please, Rhodey. I need...need—"

Above him, Rhodey growled and leaned over Tony’s back, biting down on his shoulder, pulling a loud, agonized wail from him. “What? Use your words, Tones. If you can’t, then I’m going to stop fucking you right now and leave you like this and ask Secret Service to escort you out, you. Insufferable. Infuriating. Cocktease.” Rhodey punctuated each word with a thrust that pushed Tony further up the desk, making his toes curl, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

Tony let out a string of expletive-filled screams because, really, fuck the Secret Service outside, fuck the stuffy advisers Rhodey sent away to lunch early, and definitely fuck Mr Non-Harvard for daring to try and deny him face time with his Platypus. “Mr President, please. Please, sir, I need you. I need your cock, sir, been craving it for so long. Just, please, please give it to me, I’ll do anything you want, sir, anything, but please don’t stop. Fuck me harder, Mr President—oh god, yes, yes, like that, oh fuck…” Tony’s voice broke, so did his brain, leaving him a drooling, panting mess on the desk. 

One of Rhodey’s hands snaked around Tony’s hips, the other held his neck down in place; he set an almost inhuman pace, in the way he plunged into Tony’s tight, warm channel, withdrawing till only the tip remained buried before ramming in again and again and again—in his desperation to be fucked, Tony had insisted they make do with spit because the idea of waiting any longer in their search for lube sounded ludicrous to the inventor. 

The pain and discomfort had eventually given way to a bone-deep satisfaction of feeling Rhodey’s cock inside him, after months of longing for it; and, Tony wasn’t about to admit out loud that he had spent a good part of the journey from New York in his jet with three lubed fingers up his ass as he prepared to be ravished by his Platypus. 

Tony trembled. He felt Rhodey press his forehead into his back as the consuming, heart-pounding smack of skin-on-skin left him gasping for air. Drops of sweat fell on the wooden surface and Tony couldn’t tell if they were his, or Rhodey’s, but he noticed the tell-tale signs of his boyfriend’s fading composure—Rhodey’s moves turned frantic, delirious, as his dry, calloused fingers squeezed Tony’s cheeks.

“You’re getting more daring, baby,” Rhodey said, nipping at Tony’s earlobe. “Dropping in unexpectedly like that, being so damn mouthy with my staff, flirting with me at work. Is this what you’ve been hoping for? You wanted to get fucked in the Oval Office, darling?” His hand slipped down from Tony’s hips and gripped his leaking cock, drawing a debauched moan from Tony. “Well, answer me.” 

Tony whimpered and nodded. 

“Unbelievable,” Rhodey said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “What would people say? What would the team say when they find out how needy you become when I put my cock inside you?” Rhodey tightened his hold over Tony’s throbbing erection, the pre-come leaking onto his hand making the glide easier. “Go on, you know what to do. Get yourself off.” 

In his eagerness, Tony didn’t need to be told twice as his hips moved on their own, pushing into the tight hold of Rhodey’s hand and then pulling back to impale himself on the stiff cock buried in his ass. He set a quick, punishing rhythm, rocking back and forth until his muscles tensed up and pushed him over the edge. Tony came with a shout, coating the polished wood with his semen while some of it spilt on Rhodey’s hand. 

“Good boy,” Rhodey said, kissing his temple and held up his soiled hand up. Without being told, Tony licked his fingers clean and said in a gruff but satiated voice, “Thank you, Mr President. Thank you, sir.” 

“My turn.” Rhodey held Tony down and plunged into him, repeatedly, assailing his boyfriend’s oversensitive body, drawing soft whimpers. He lasted only a few moments longer, muttering into Tony’s ears just how good he felt under him, around him, until Rhodey stilled his hips, spilling inside Tony with a needy, drawn-out moan. “Fuck, baby. I love you,” he groaned, nuzzling into Tony’s neck. 

They stayed idle, boneless, leaning over the desk and not trusting their legs to keep them upright. With some reluctance, Rhodey pulled out and they cleaned up in silence—the small, self-satisfied smirk on Tony’s face morphed into a frown as he felt the dampness spread inside his pants. “Well, all of that’s gonna come out and make a mess. You owe me a new pair of boxers, Platypus.” 

Rhodey rolled his eyes, crashing his lips against Tony’s; he wrapped the other man into a firm embrace and said, “I missed you.” 

Tony’s grinned. “I missed you, too, Mr President. I love it when you give me good dick and show me my place, sir. I’ll let you get back to your presidential stuff.” He moved to leave when Rhodey caught his wrist. 

“Where do you think you’re going, Mr Stark? I didn’t dismiss you. No, you will not leave the premises, I have plans for you this evening.” 

Tony’s eyes darkened—well, fuck, it must be his birthday. 

“Ask for Brad outside. He’s hard to miss; think Rogers, but somehow beefier. He’ll escort you to my residence, where you’re going to wait until I’m done with my day. You will not touch yourself, you won’t relieve yourself, and you are going to prepare yourself for me. Do you understand?” 

Tony nodded and straightened up. With his chest puffed out, he said in a semi-serious tone, “Sir, it’s my patriotic duty to be of service to you.”

“Oh fuck off, Tones,” Rhodey said, biting back the peal of laughter that threatened to erupt as he watched Tony give a full salute and limp out of the room. The Secret Service was about to have a field day with the White House’s nuisance #1. 

#tony stark #james rhodes #ironhusbands #rhodeytony #tonyrhodey #ironhusbands au #mcu #rhea writes

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

the funniest jokes in bfdi

flower’s announcer crusher that she just. has, and everyone else just uses it too

trying to put out a fire by holding ice cube’s recovery center over the fire so she just falls into it endlessly

every single one of yellow face’s products, including but not limited to

fork attractant, for when you need a fork but don’t have the cutlery on hand

headphones you cannot change the volume on or remove

money slips, you just write an amount on them, and it counts as legal tender

“thats a pentagon!” “yeah! like if you took my name and added ‘Tagon’!“

in like episode 2 when they all run away from something and a second later flower casually power-walks away from it instead of running

when balloony deflated and a while later cloudy flies over and goes “i cannot believe it! this is a dead body!!”

“he’s not dead, he just needs a little help thats all! (starts reinflating him too fast) but i agree, he is a hindrance when he is deflate- ohh noooo”

hollow jawbreakers that sound can come into but can’t go out of

when they stuck loser in a jawbreaker they inverted it, so they can hear him talk to himself but he cant hear anything around him

no one seems to know that thats why they can hear him

one time they all ended up in space. because of budget cuts.

actually every time budget cuts lead to something that seems way cooler than their previous stuff, like sparkly purple lasers instead of a mechanical arm to eliminate people with

the consistently bad cake at stake prizes. one time it was just a block of ice cut into six pieces. one time it was dirty shovels.

the magical die of judgement

when freesmart drove across the ocean in their van and they managed it by holding their breath and each time one of them died they just recovered them and threw their corpse out the back

golf ball messing up naming her team by saying things like “we need to be another name” and ending up on teams called Another Name and A Better Name Than That

one team was formed entirely around learning to not kill people. pillow overhears them say “youre against killing?” and goes “:D did someone say killing??”

tennis ball admonishing rocky for not knowing how to write: “no arms is no excuse”

they had to find a needle in a haystack and needle just turned herself in, successfully

when they started using a board with the points written on it on flaps of paper instead of a computer screen, but due to budget cuts, it could only display two digits per contestant, so anyone who went over 100 started immediately dropping to the bottom of the rankings

when ice cube was sleeping at the cake of stake podiums and got shot up into the air at like 3000 mph

2763

when the eliminated contestants tried to escape the loser chamber and they just rolled it off into the ocean

theyre saved because the sun rises and picks them up out of the ocean

also apparently the chamber opens for like five minutes a day for sunlight, but instead of just climbing out during that time, which they seem to be capable of doing, they do a much more convoluted thing

they were sick of four so they got rid of him by multiplying him with donut, and it worked

ruby has some really weirdly specific ideas of beauty and coaches flower

the line delivery of “killing a bubble is as easy as one, two, th(pop)” “i just learned two things about bubble: she can be su i c i d a l and she’s S O D U M B she CANT even count to T H R E E!”

a few episodes later bubble angrily shows them she CAN count to three if she lives long enough to do so, and pencil and match are both like :O :O

bubbles first line in season four is her rapidly counting to ten before getting popped

the way each team breaks their jawbreakers

8 ball just goes “MNYAH” and bites it in half

"okay black hole, do the thing”

leafy tries to use woody’s tongue to lick it open even though rocky and balloony were doing just fine using acid

iance just going ‘bwehbwehbweh’ all licking the same one

team ice cube was doing a mix of bwebwhbehbbwehbw and loudly drilling it open with naily

when four loved so hard he shot eraser off over the horizon

when they’re discussing team names in season one  and theyre all talking over each other so you cant hear what theyre saying, except match, who grabs a megaphone and screams “SMOKY HOT FIERY BUNS”

when needle made a cake and put so much yeast in it that it breached earth’s atmosphere and astronomers apparently began classing earth as part of a three planet system (”consisting of the earth, the moon, and something called ‘needles cake’”)

“it’s ice cube! and she’s shrinking?” “she’s falling”

saying “(x character)! wake up!!” when it’s unclear (to the audience) why a character looks silly or apparently isnt responding

blocky’s sleeping pose is him with his eyes wide open, sporting a big goofy grin and hugging his legs

david’s sleeping pose is him with X eyes

one time the contest was to fill a tank with water from crying, and golf ball immediately ordered tennis ball to cry. he couldn’t do it on command, so golf ball tried, and cried her first ever tear, just... her first one

when the prize was fortune cookies, the fortunes were bracelety’s notes about how much she loves ice cube

“four, where’d you get these fortunes again?” “dumpster!”

“lightning always forgets to fly, so he had to be the fake”

when they were flying paper planes and stapy accidentally stapled his teammates into theirs, and he just hovered next to it while he was talking to them before they all started to plummet

the entire scene where liy tries to use ice cube to force teardrop to talk

“i’ll hold teardrops jaw open and you wiggle her vocal chords”

“i hate you” “yeah i hate her too!” “no. i hate you.”

“ice cube will only stop when she WANTS to stop!” “i want to stop”

“YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP ME! YOU SAID YOU WERE COOL!” “so r r y (starts wiggling)”

“ICE CUBE! I AM APPALLED!!!!!”

ice cube gets bitten and starts screaming while bracelety is yelling “YEAH ICE CUBE! I CANT HEAR YOU, LOUDER!!”

apparently everyone who hates golf ball gets physically sick when they get near her (or at least, ruby does and snowball did once he knew she was there)

blocky got eaten by a monster in episode two but it turned out the monster missed him by a bit so he was fine

taco’s teammates thought she was dead forever and wrote eulogies for her, and once they found out she was alive lollipop threw hers away, but saw kept hers because in her eyes they’re still valid!!

when things started to get dramatic in the s1 finale, and leafy called announcer on the phone and he was in a ball pit

loser’s trapped in a jawbreaker and the only thing with him is donut’s diary. the next time you see him he’s reading it furiously and it’s filled with color-coded sticky notes

pillow decided if you wave your arms it means all your “care spirit” is getting sucked out your arms and sent into space (”a true indicator that person doesn’t give a fluff”)

remote got hacked and her FIRST INSTINCT is to send the hackers a bomb

“if theres an announcer recovery center now, that means we can kill the announcer as much as we want and he’ll still come back to give us dream island!”

they ask black hole to push them in their swing and he says he can’t push, but he can pull like there’s no tomorrow

“no i can literally warp space time so that there will be no tomorrow” “yeah,h don’t do that.”

when they have a tiebreaker announcer pulls out a silk tie and goes “first team to break this tie wins”

the second time, almost before he finished speaking, snowball just reached over and ripped it in half effortlessly

“proves you don’t need frills to make a feast for the eyes!” “more like taco doesn’t need to be dead to be deceased in my eyes!!!”

they had a race where everyone on each team had their legs tied together (like a three-legged race, but with like six people on a team)

pen’s team was doing fine but he wasn’t, so they just dragged him along behind

snowball tied his team into a ball and dragged them himself, to predictable results, and wouldn’t stop until he got to the finish line even though it took him until after the sun went down

he failed, actually, and him and his team plummeted down a ravine when he passed out

“the opposite of dream island! night...nightmare moon!!”

donut stuck his arms through a one way camera to the moon (it transmits matter as well as light), and to fix the fact that his arms were on the moon and his body was on earth, he pushed the entire earth through the camera

the moon is smushed up against the earth now. it has not been resolved yet

“gelatin and firey tied their legs together and fell off” “ya, seems like the kind of thing they would do”

pencil got caught by a monster and couldnt get away, so they had to kill her so they could recover her somewhere else, and they let her pick how they did it, which lead to everyone just sawing her in half while she grinned ear to ear. she was singing too. iconic

but first, match, her best friend, started waggling a big butcher’s knife around at her going “hoohoo hoeheehee im killing pencil loookat me” and pencil said “match put your butterknife away, you have to ACTUALLY kill me”

and when they were sawing her in half bubble had the BIGGEST, most BLISSFUL grin, with her eyes half closed like a happy cat

bell asks for help making people stop climbing her string, and snowball assures her he can do it, but he’ll have to climb her string to get to them

then like twenty people followed him up

when writing utensil characters use themselves to write with

sometimes they have tiny versions of themselves (sans limbs), but sometimes they just like, pull their caps off and write with their heads

(the same scream noise they use every time a group of people screams) “HONESTLY! (grabs a new can of fork repellent from hammerspace) are you guys going to scream like that EVERY time i use up a can?”

dodecadangit

OH THANKS AN OCTADECILLION, MATCH

they were basically playing hot potato where if you look at someone who was glowing you’d catch the glow, and most teams ended up just chilling with their eyes closed, but golf ball yelled “EVERYONE GET ON MY ROCKET” and she and her team just left earth entirely

this did not stop them from catching the glow

someone’s like “the communicator dish still works” and book goes “oh,” dips a chip into the communicator dish and splashes dip everywhere, “THATS what this is?”

the, like, five minute long end-credits scene of ice cube falling off a cliff eternally

pencil tells ruby which button to press and she keeps getting it wrong, partly because NEW BUTTONS KEEP APPEARING

the poison antidote that has the side effect of making the recipient eat one other contestant

pencil coaching her teammates on how to jump higher

“MMR? I love measles, mumps, and rubella!”

“golf ball knows how to do, like, everything!” (cut to golf ball) “i don’t know how to do, like, anything”

basketball invited 8 ball to be on her team cuz they’re both balls, then 8 ball said “sure, and let’s adopt these three” in reference to three other ball characters

loser said when he was younger he used to play with a toy that was apparently only just invented an hour ago, and everyone, like 60 characters, immediately disowned him and started a turf war over the situation

“black hole, you’re strong! open this jar for me!”

(as the world is literally ending) “FLOWER! WHATAVE YOU DONE??” “i got this jar open!!!”

whenever a host dies or is otherwise put out of commission and the contestants just keep trucking along until they remember no one can get the prize if the host isn’t around to give it to them 

that time announcer used like ten negatives in a sentence 

the way announcer says “wow!” with more emotion than anything else he says? idk if it’s intentional, or even a joke, but it’s the best thing 

(slow mo) “i want to cry now, i really do”

“and i cry acid”

ruby died of sadness and book made it big by selling her remains 

when they say some line that’s just regular words in a slightly unique way, and then the line gets repeated throughout the series 

announcer accidentally-on-purpose got everyone killed, except david (who’s immune to bugs), and he had a david cloner, so he just went ahead and replaced everyone with davids in costumes

halfway through cake at stake, the original contestants show up unexpectedly and explain that they “faked their deaths! obviously.”

“ive decided to not cancel bfdi!” “aw, seriously?”

the noises david and dora make when they do things, like clattering, or sprouting leaves 

bubble and match pretending to be trees

“NO BUBBLE! TREES DONT SAY THAT!” “OH, RIGHT! FSSHHHHHH! FWWWSHH!!!!”

when nickel and coiny get close together bad things happen

“how’s the tree-climbing going?” “it’s okay, but it’d be easier if you helped. (swoop) okay, just got to the top” 

“yes! I am the first one up the tree!” “that’s NOT true, I was here FIRST” 

i guess we’ll just have to use this trebuchet tennis ball built before he died 

“wha! yhad this the HWOLE TIME, I DIDN EVEN HAVE TO CLIMB THE TREE?” “physical exertion builds character :)” 

when everyone’s begging four to bring back their dead teammates, especially saw, who lost her entire team, and four is like okay I’ll bring back one (1) person, and saw very reverently starts to ask him for her dead team leader, but grassy says “tennis ball!” and four listens to him instead, and everyone immediately starts nagging four again to bring back more important people 

leafy, about to melt ice cube down for metal scrap: “ice cube, come on down! you can be my alloy!”

they met a new character and they’re like “who is that?” and pie’s like “I dunno, try squishing it” 

“theres another one? whoa! it totally has a different texture from the first one!”

8 ball beginning every single statement with things like “although I don’t have a favorite number...” 

“I do this!” (grabs pin and turns her, screaming, into a squiggly pile of lines) “pretty cool, dontcha think?” 

“can,,,, you bring her back?” “no” (five seconds later) “HEY CHECK THIS OUT! (brings back pin)” 

pen high fived black hole and his arm spaghettified 

“what are you doing?” “im going to die!” “hi needle! he’s not going to die.”

iance was trying to dig their way up out of the ground but they couldnt because golf ball kept blocking them from the surface

“maybe theyre trying to communicate with me?” “yeah they’re telling you to stop”

“they raise a very convincing argument. BUT IT’S NOT ENOUGH!” “OH what a pain!!”

she accurately guessed the fact that there was a group of people underground running from some lava who “clearly value avoiding [golf ball] more than their own safety”

“ohhhh so THIS is golf balls idea of fun!” “(sigh)... yep”

they looked through a camera and couldn’t see donut (the zoom wasn’t adjusted) and marker went “donut’s a vampire too?” 

too???

“meh, I’ve still got other evidence”

one time the eliminated contestants got to vote who to eliminate and snowball was like “ice cube, cuz it’s really hot in the TLC and I can’t be the only one cooling it off” 

like four other people were like “oh man he’s right” and did the same thing

“wouldn’t it be cool if the last word of the last episode was the same as the first word of the first episode?” “yeah :)” 

“take. a deep breath. you know. A DEEP FRIED BREATH” 

at the end of the episode he shows up with some boiling oil and is like “LIKE THIS! ONE, (sizzling and screaming noises)” “COINY NO” 

leafy was about to throw a knife at them but watched this happen offscreen with horror and then left them alone

david’s human, and that’s just weird

“im still mad you killed bubble” “youre one to talk, you were about to impale TWO WHOLE teams” “yeah, but bubble’s life? is special”

pen’s like “okay we three need to stick together while we’re picking teams!” but then eraser hears some other team has free food, so he runs off and pen very flatly goes “okay, we lost eraser.”

“well let’s not pick pen, he’s still two hundred bigintillion dollars in debt” which is mostly hilarious without the first three seasons of context, but even with context it’s hilarious. he looks so shamefaced when they say it too. i love pen

once someone finally picks him he IMMEDIATELY perks up and takes charge

the hphprcc went into self destruct mode and everyone started frantically trying to figure out what to do, and book’s like “okay it’ll either just disappear without a trace, or blow up and kill us all, 50/50 chance” and then of course, it exploded, and ruby started screaming, and then book was like “ruby, stop hallucinating! see? it just disappeared, without a trace!”

“YOuuOURE HalLUCINAATING!!” “DON’T do that!! it is K-R-E-P!”

pin tried to knock everyone off the eiffel tower by shaking it and book was like “who does she think she’s kidding? it’s the eiffel tower we won’t fall off”

“name ONE! name ONE friend you haven’t gotten extremely angry at!” “thats not fair,! there isnt even any of them!”

8ball was saying the opposite of everything golf ball was saying, up to and including calling the members of their team, a better name that that, “worse namers”

“is this because i killed you last episode?” “what?? no, i dont care about that!”

“life is CHEAP! get me a BANANA!!!”

flower bit off half of announcer’s head and he couldn’t make the K sound anymore

“have this -ashew” “bless you”

“no i said -ashew. -ashew. -ashew. -ashew.” “wow you must be allergic to something”

“maybe announcer’s allergic to this cashew? here bubble, you can have it!”

pencil won the staring contest because david’s allergic to sunrises

freesmart was making video diaries during the three year hiatus, but apparently did absolutely no editing or even rewatching of the videos, because they found out three years too late that ruby left the lens cap on every time she used the camera

when four played the cake at stake song in the classroom he played it on a low-quality portable tv instead of cutting to a fullscreen video

“iknowafasterway!” “NORUBYYOULLDIE!”

pin said she didnt want to halve the votes she got because she hadnt done anything that would make people want to vote for her, and it immediately cut to a series of old scenes of her throwing people under the metaphorical bus

literally nothing is funnier than “i mean, i havent done anything to make people vote for me” (cut to flashback) “there’s too much weight on this sinking ship!!! we need to throw someone OVERBOARD!!!!”

one team got stuck doing their nine-piece puzzle for a MONTH because all the pieces were the same dark brown color

the pieces were upside down

a month

“the finish line! it’s only twenty or so yards away!”

two people talking and using the word “needy” twice and pausing to throw their hands up protectively and go “HNnnnynGH”

“why do i have filling, but also a hole?” - donuts diary

in 5b theyre talking to some npcs and theyre like “well dont hurt us, because we just got finished being punished in lego brick’s dungeon” and the npcs were like “oh yeah he does that. he’s a great guy, but he does that.”

also in 5b when book met lego brick the FIRST thing she asked is if he’s “safe to look at” which,???

they did a trivia contest and multiple questions were in complete gibberish

presumably this is an actual language in canon since like three other people answered correctly, also in gibberish, but still

“you’ve got this, bubble, you’re great at mental contests” “question one: ooba grooba, grooba shmooba?” “HUH?”

“but tennis ball -- oh... tennis ball....--”

team naming, especially in season four

“we’re not ALL in the alliance!” “well, if you take ‘the all’ out of the alliance, you get...”

“and what is your name?” (everyone says their own actual names at once)

ice cube is not on team ice cube

Death Prevention And Creating Trust

“let’s be called The Losers!” “awww! you didn’t have to”

wheel ooze a hole bunch. WOAH bunch!

“but then it sounds like youre saying free-DUMB!” “and we are so like totally not dumb!”

when the losers decided to use iance’s idea to win the swing contest and it was styled like an overenthusiastic science video 

“WHOA!!! iance just had a RADICAL idea!!!”

“TREASON! TREASON! TREASON!” “im in what?”

“seriously why are so many people drowning? it’s not even quicksand, or anything” - announcer, responding to five people drowning in a basket of bread

they were whispering with “susuusus” noises and cloudy whispered “zuzuzuzzuz”

the spaceship with the sign that says “this spaceship runs on big squishy contestants” or whatever and after the credits it slowly flips over to say “this spaceship runs on VOTERS”

“stop shooting at me!” “no way! i got these cannonballs on sale and IM GONNA GET MY MONEYS WORTH!!!”

eggy and cake’s argument over who has a deeper spiritual connection with loser

“my connection is so strong that when i crack, i bleed loser’s COLOR”

playing catch with a star they plucked out of the big dipper, and leafy’s horror over it

adding “ey” to people’s names (personal favorites are announcery, fourty-four, flowey, treey, and belly)

blueberries are EXPLOSIVE, including the ones inside pie, so sometimes she just explodes

“but over a year ago, four said you dont need frills to make a feast for the eyes, so that means hes okay with trash!”

the anti-advertisements advertisement!

four ate a whole team and they just sort of stood around inside him sticking their arms out his mouth and laughing hysterically

“again! again again again !!!!”

“we could be leaving!” “yeah, but when’s the last time you saw remote this happy? this is good for her!”

book, three episodes into season 3: hey, what is it we’re even battling for?

(iconic voice): dwream island,??

when they had a beauty contest and firey speaker box and flower speaker box just immediately chose firey and flower to be the winners without a second’s hesitation

“book! come help us catch a criminal!” “no thanks, im good!”

donut tried to punish people for getting the wrong answers when he was hosting, but it turns out a recording of four screeching doesn’t work... quite as well as the real deal

four zapping gelatin

ok ok ok this is insanely long but please add more if u have any favorites i missed

#honorable mention is 'pen island all caps no spaces' #its so stupid and i lose it every single time #and the reanimated 1a and 1b map when leafy icy and coiny were on their boat and inexplicably dressed as pirates #its the CUTEST Thing and i think about it a lot #bfdi #long post #o

[yuthoe]

PENTAGON Yuto x Ballroom Dancing

Hello bebs! ‘Tis time again for another installment of PTG BALLROOM DANCERS. I would’ve posted this on the 30th because I needed to wind down after watching RtK (which, btw, our boys did so well in!). If you guys wanna scream with me about it, my asks are always open!

Making these HCs are my way of getting out of writer’s block, because to me it’s essentially writing a fic without the commitment of flowing prose. Helps me relax and find my way through the thicket. (Also I needed to weeb out somehow and Yuto is the perfect candidate. If you know where the song is from, you have a special place in my heart.)

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Yuto is a Standard dancer with some Latin training. He’s the “silent but deadly” type, in the sense that he can probably do whatever you want him to do, no matter how hard it is. If it’s on a higher difficulty level, he’ll dance shadow (dancing in form without a partner) after hours until he finally gets it. He’s an extremely hard worker and you appreciate that about him a lot.

Can dance other styles if he puts his mind to it, and with enough hours of practice. He’s comfortable where he is, but he won’t say no to doing a cha-cha-cha or hip hop collab with his friends. He likes exploring the world outside of his box and applies the lessons he learned there into his repertoire.

Really loves conditioning days. He’s a gym buff himself, but he mostly focuses on his arms, so he’s always in pain after leg day. But eh, if that’s what it takes to have a good dancing body, then he’ll gladly take it. He takes conditioning days seriously because he knows it’s good for him.

Strong lead. Knows when to push you and when to pull back to give the best performance, but you know he gives every run his 100%. You’ve known each other since middle school, when you signed up for ballroom classes, and you’ve been partnered for a total of seven years now, so you know each other’s ticks.

Very affectionate. Hugs everyone that comes in to train if he knows them well, but bows a lot or shakes hands with people he’s only just met. At first glance Yuto seems scary because he’s tall and he’s not very talkative, but once people get closer to him, he loosens up and will laugh at almost everything. (Except during training, of course.) After every good run of choreography, no matter how sweaty you two are, he will try to hug you, and you end up playing tag and getting even sweatier.

Has the basic SNS accounts (IG, Twitter, FB), but rarely posts, like Hui. His followers suffer weeks and weeks of no updates until he decides to upload BTS shots of one of his magazine shoot outfits out of the blue, and then the actual magazine promotion in the next post.

Doesn’t really post many video clips; there’s like one NG take of a tango on his IG where he accidentally steps on your skirt and you guys tumble to the floor. But other than that one, he leaves the choreography videos to your SNS.

Needless to say, his YouTube is mostly empty as well. He has a SoundCloud, though, and he sometimes posts there. Not many people know about it because he doesn’t really advertise it. You do your best to hype up his songs, though.

Posts pictures of you and your friends mostly, and one or two couple selfies. Those always get the most interactions.

Gets invited to be in dance programs as a pro, but declines the offers; he knows he’s not ready for that type of pressure, and is comfortable with admitting it. In the meantime he hones his talent further by doing collaborations with friends and competing, or making choreography with you or for his friends for fun.

You’re a firm believer that he’s way better than he gives himself credit, and you tell him so all the time.

Has a side job as a model because he’s tall and has nice and sharp features. Yuto is pretty lowkey about it, though, and only really posts about them when he absolutely loved working on the shoot.

Really loves black. You rarely see him in any other color, but the inside of your closet is also monochrome, so you can’t really complain. Besides, he looks really good in black and it suits him very well. That said, his competition costumes are usually black on black, or a black suit with another cool/neutral tone shirt. Which is good because it’s easier to match your costume with his.

Lowkey loves the Viennese waltz. He can’t really pinpoint why, but it’s very calming to him; for him it’s like he’s flowing with the water, effortless but unstoppable. He’s just so happy and at peace when he dances it, and he always has such an angelic smile pointed at you, which makes you smile, too.

And it might seem on-brand, but he loves the tango, too. The strength and endurance it takes to dance so low and heavy, yet still so sharp and powerful is fun to him. The tango is like, another form of exercise, for legs, core, and arms. Most of the time you get whipped and steered everywhere from the sheer speed of his movements.

Is friends with Hongseok and Yeo One; they met at Blackpool one year and were pleasantly surprised to find they had mutual friends. They got each other’s contact numbers and planned a gym day when they got back to Korea. Yuto doesn’t include their faces (only his hand holding a dumbbell or a mirror selfie in a locker room) when he posts about gym day, but everyone who follows all three of them already knows they’re buddies.

Loves watching anime, mostly shounen type, but one of his friends from high school sent him this music clip and he instantly wanted to make choreography for it. (He also asked what anime it’s from, binged it in a day, and you both cried a lot when it finished.)

You both decided to use simple choreography for it and make it really fun. A couple hours and four aching arms later, and you were talking about costumes. You know Yuto has a white dress shirt and tie in his closet somewhere, so you spend the rest of the night looking for them.

The next day you go to the park with a friend and sacrifice your old dance shoes to the grass gods. It takes you the better part of the day to film the 1:30 track because you both kept slipping on the grass and sinking into the dirt, but you got a few good one-takes by the end to choose from.

The video is uploaded onto both your YouTube accounts, and it trends across the anime’s following. You two didn’t really notice the attention it got because you mute your notifications usually, and it was only when Wooseok messaged Yuto about it that he realized the video got a number of likes.

Watched Welcome to the Ballroom and has a lot of feelings about it, but complained how there isn’t much actual dancing in it, which he would have loved because he could have tried copying them with you. He downloaded the opening theme and added it to his workout playlist, though.

#pentagon #pentagon yuto #adachi yuto #yuto #adachi yuto scenario #pentagon yuto scenario #pentagon scenarios #pentagon imagines #universe net #uninet #theme: ballroom au #hc: mine #hc: yuto #hc: not spicy

[buttdawg]

All Out 2020 Predictions

Just gonna run down the card here, because I keep forgetting what’s on this show, and it is stacked.    

Side note: Looking this up on Wikipedia made me sad, because the article points out that the show was originally planned for a whole other venue before the pandemic started.  I had gotten so used to every AEW show being held in Jacksonville, that I had forgotten the good old days, when they could run every show in Chicago.

Casino Battle Royale, winner gets a shot at the AEW title

I thought they gave up on this stip when they did the Casino Ladder Match at Double-or-Nothing.   Here’s a dumb thought: Ditch the casino nonsense.   The last two casino battle royals were kind of dumb, because they sent out five guys at a time, and then the 21st guy got to come out last by himself.   The problem I had was that I had no idea who half the participants were, and sending them out in fives made it that much harder to keep track.  

Anyway, this time around it’s easier to just list them by faction.    We have

Eddie Kingston’s group (Eddie, Butcher, Blade, Pentagon Jr., and Rey Fenix)

Team Taz (Absolute Ricky Starks and DA MACHEEN Brian Cage, who is also the FTW World’s Heavyweight Champion of the World, Excalibur)

Gunn Club (Billy Gunn and Austin Gunn)

The Inner Circle (Jake Hager, Santana and Ortiz)

Best Friends (Chuck Taylor and Trent)

Lance Archer

Darby Allin

Wait that’s only 16 guys.   You know, it’s been a long time since I learned the rules to Blackjack, but I think that’s about where you want to stand pat.    If you take another card, you’re much more likely to go over 21.    Anyway, I hope Warhorse ends up in this match somehow.   I guess I’ll pick Eddie Kingson to win, since he’s got the most guys helping him.  

No, wait, fuck all of that shit.   Lance Archer wins everything.    Call this Casino Battle Royale a George R. R. Martin novel, because Everybody Fucking Dies.

The Dark Order (Brodie Lee, Evil Uno, Stu Grayson, Colt Cabana) vs. Scorpio Sky, Matt Cardona, Dustin Rhodes, & QT Marshall.  

This is like the Dark Order vs. the Dark Order Revenge Squad, trying to make Brodie pay for beating the shit out of Cody.   I saw a video package for this on Dynamite yesterday, and it was fucking stupid, because they wanted me to believe that the good guy team are “four badasses”, even though one of them is QT Marshall for crying out loud.   They do this horseshit all the time, where a group of babyfaces try to gang up on the Dark Order, but it never works because the faces never bring enough guys.   There’s like eight or nine dudes in the Dark Order, so unless your team has ten or eleven, you’re gonna get your asses kicked.    Brodie killed Cody like he was nothing, so why am I supposed to believe Dustin has a chance in hell?  

The last time Scorpio Sky was on one of these anti-DO posse teams, it was with Colt Cabana and his partners in SCU.    Well, Colt ended up switching sides, and apparently Chris Daniels and Kazarian aren’t even booked, so that tells me what I need to know.     Dark Order wins.  

Britt Baker vs. Swole in a Tooth and Nail Match.

I don’t know if “Tooth and Nail” is an actual stipulation, or if they’re just calling it that for promotional purposes.  I wish they’d spell out the rules to these things instead of just calling out the names of matches like catchphrases.   Swole would look pretty dumb if she loses this, so I’m picking her to win.  

Matt Hardy vs. Sammy Guevara  in a “Broken Rules” Match.

Wikipedia says this is a Last Man Standing match, so maybe they should have just called it that?  I mean, less than a month ago Matt claimed that he was ditching all his characters for the duration of the pandemic, and now he’s right back to chanting “Delete!” like nothing changed.   I heard a lot about Matt’s cinematic universe run in Impact, but so far I’m not overly impressed with his run in AEW.   He just makes a bunch of callbacks to stuff he did in WWE, Impact, and ROH like I’m supposed to know or give a shit about that time he was a douchebag.     If Matt loses, he’s supposed to leave AEW, but I’m pretty sure this is a trick, and he’ll just come back as “Leviticus” and pretend to be a robot from outer space.   I don’t think I care who wins.

Jurassic Express vs. The Young Bucks.

Why are these guys fighting?    I feel like they already did on TV?    I’m gonna pull for JE to win this one.    I think the Bucks might be my favorite act in AEW, but I mostly enjoy seeing them get the shit beat out of them.    Yeah, kill the Young Bucks.   

Chris Jericho vs. Orange Cassidy in a Mimosa Mayhem Match.

You can win Mimosa Mayhem by pinfall, submission, or dumping your opponent into a big tank of mimosa.    I guess this is a way for OC to win their feud without actually pinning Jericho twice?    Alternately, the loser can get pinned, only to dump the winner in the tank to get a moral victory.    I’ll go with Orange to win.  

AEW Tag Team Championship: Kenny Omega/Hangman vs. FTR

Now that they finally kicked Hangman out of the Elite, and FTR has finally stopped pretending not to be heels, and now that Kenny Omega finally seems to give a shit about his tag team, I think this program could finally lead to something cool.    I sort of want FTR to win, just to move the Hangman/Omega angle onto the next stage.     If the tag titles are the only thing keeping that team together than we need to see what happens without them.  

Also, I want FTR to defend the titles against Santana and Ortiz.    Yeah, no offense to Omega and Hangman, but fuck this Elite Drama Bullshit, gimme FTR vs. PnP.

AEW Women’s Championship: Hikaru Shida vs. Thunder Rosa.

Fuck yeah, this is the real main event right here.    Thunder Rosa kicks ass, and now she can show her stuff without the nonsensical soap opera booking found in the NWA women’s division.   The last time I saw Thunder Rosa in NWA, Melina had inexplicably declared that she had a title match against Rosa, but when the match actually happened, Melina just rolled out of the ring and took a countout.    Seeing Eddie Kingston, Ricky Starks, and Thunder Rosa has opened my eyes to a lot of problems in NWA.

Anyway, here’s the AEW storyline for Thunder Rosa: Shida wanted competition, and Thunder Rosa showed up to kick her ass and take her belt.   I suspect Shida’s going to win, because Rosa’s NWA title isn’t on the line, but I’m rooting for Thunder Rosa to become the double champ.  

AEW Men’s Championship: Jon Moxley vs. MJF.

I want Moxley to win, although I’m not 100% sure this isn’t MJF’s time.   It feels too soon, but I didn’t think Moxley would win the title from Jericho back in February either.   Also, if Moxley loses the title, it might make it easier for AEW and NJPW to open the Forbidden Door long enough for him to defend the IWGP U.S. title against KENTA.    Is that worth putting the world title on MJF?   Probably not, but it’s fun to think about.  

I don’t understand this feud at all, because MJF has been “campaigning” for a world title shot, even though he’s the #1 contender and he’s undefeated, so I’m pretty sure he could just request the match and he’s all set.    MJF has also successfully lobbied to have Moxley’s finisher banned from their match, but what if Mox uses it anyway?   They’d just disqualify him and he’d retain the title, right?    Or maybe the ref would just stand there and let him do it anyway, because that seems to be how AEW referees do things.   

I really don’t get why MJF wanted the Paradigm Shift banned.   He got hit with one like two weeks ago, and he acted like it half-crippled him, but then he revealed it didn’t hurt him that badly, so why does he care if he takes another one?  MJF also seems to have this thing going on where he pretends to be this high-road-taking “pure wrestler”, who can out-finesse Moxley’s brawling style, but we’ve seen MJF just go apeshit and use hardcore tactics himself.  

This is kind of an aside, but I find it funny when Jim Cornette acts surprised when people accuse him of playing a character on his podcasts.   He’ll be like “No, no, you don’t understand, I really hate Vince Russo and Kenny Omega and I want them both dead for not respecting kayfabe!”    The thing is, wrestlers like MJF and FTR are out here repeating a lot of Cornette’s talking points on TV, specifically to get heel heat.   They praise themselves for being workhorses who stick to the fundamentals, but they’re hypocrites who use gamesmanship and trickery to get ahead.    So people hear Cornette blowing a gasket about Joey Janela and they just assume he’s being some sort of cartoonish supervillain character to sell his merch, because the alternative is too absurd to contemplate.    It’d be like MJF assuring people that he really does bloody people up with his diamond ring in real life, just like he does on TV.   

Anyway, I’ll stick with Moxley, but if MJF wins, I’ll be more intrigued than disappointed...

#aew #aew dynamite #aew all out