#Shadow Agent!Tech

[calebjorgens2024]

when I fell asleep at 3:00 in the afternoon and awoke at 8:00, I dreamt that Scorch is actually a deep-cover agent for Rex. And being a trained clone commando, he hides his intentions very very well. What I can recall is that Scorch has hidden guilt about taking Omega away but he had no choice but to do his duty and that he was secretly glad she and Crosshair had escaped Weyland and Mount Tantiss. What I can recall is that, as Omega escaped; Scorch would mutter to himself “stay safe sister. Run away and never look back. It’s a dangerous galaxy out there.”

this could be the start of an idea of mine of which Scorch plays his role as a seemingly subservient clone commando very well!

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Good!GIW Thoughts

After I wrote the Multiverse Police prompt, I've gotten a few replies and reblogs saying they've never seen good!GIW before, and I realized, wow, me neither!

The GIW are always the bad guys, and, well, yeah, they fit the criteria for being the shadow branch of the government to commit atrocities. But there's potential in good GIW.

Imagine it.

Imagine Amity Park being off-limits not because GIW wants to keep it contained but because they treat it like a resort or a national park. People are not allowed to freely come there only because GIW wants JL out of it since the heroes are going to treat the whole thing as a threat. But there's an infinite amount of knowledge there! A portal to the new world! New culture! Things you could never learn before!

Imagine Amity being under government's protection. Imagine Jazz attending a university with her full tuition paid by the GIW since she is, well, a liminal, a minority, and she is getting a degree that will help her establish connections between them and Infinite Realms.

Imagine GIW funding Fentons' research not in order to eradicate ghosts but to have a safe way to talk to them while not getting caught up in a fight with an impossibly strong being.

Imagine GIW being hella annoying to Danny because they just won't stop with their interviews and questionnaires. Which, actually, has the full potential to become confusing because imagine Batman meeting Phantom and Phantom is like, "Oh, yeah, there's a hidden government branch that I avoid like plague because they want to catch me" and Bats are super worried. In the meantime, GIW is looking for Danny simply because he is the most friendly ghost they encountered and they want their answers about the cultural differences between the dead and the living.

Now, there's also a way for this to become the thickest plot armor ever. Imagine Jazz is on a mission to get some artifact from the mortal world. Then imagine GIW helping her while they still can't exactly show they are government agents because who in their right mind would believe the government is studying ghosts? Anyway, Jazz now has the potential to become James Bond kind of cool. Wonderful.

Imagine Danny having trouble with the JL/Bats/police, and then he just, "Wait, let me call someone, I have the right to one phone call, right?" And not 15 minutes later, a bunch of secret government agents in white show up, and Danny is free to go while the agents are saying whatever happened is now classified in the best Batman manner.

Oh, what about a world-ending event where a ghost is involved, and the JL is at a loss of what to do. And then the white vans show up, packed with unknown tech, agents in white with blasters, and a few weird meta-kids no one knows anything about. They even have a K9 unit because, come on, Cujo could be a perfect friend for them.

Just GIW being the secret protection squad for Amity and ghosts.

[chowadoe]

so more on that role reversal au...

Shadow (created as a Weapon Against Humanity) who was eventually raised, and exploited, by G.U.N to become Humanity's Ultimate weapon and Sonic, found by Robotnik

some more expanded thoughts below ^_^

SHADOW - G.U.N AGENT

Shadow was initially created with the intention of being a Weapon Against Humanity. after a life-altering incident, G.U.N. takes Shadow into their custody, raising him to become one of their top agents, exploiting him.

he's constantly under government surveillance... inhibitor rings (developed by G.U.N.) are clamped onto him like a shock collar so he is unable to tap into his full power. (Shadow has neither tested nor does he know the extent of his strength.. he has never tried removing them. G.U.N. is the only one who can remove them.)

the hypocritical method in wanting their weapon (cough trained dog) to exercise and develop restraint on his own terms, and yet forcefully acclimating him.

Shadow’s aware of his past. Definitely struggles with Existential dread about why he’s on Earth and what he was made for. he wants to (and feels like he should) do good, but if he was initially made with destructive intent… is he compensating this way? is this what he really wants? no.. he shouldn't think like that.. Maria would want him to be good..

If not to make the world the better a place, if they still treat his kind as inferior and sometimes, even a threat to the whole human race, does humanity and this planet still deserve its rite for redemption? What is humanity? Is that something he’s capable of, as a weapon of mass destruction?

what is he trying to prove here? His docility? His ability to be obedient and be, by human standards, good? what does that mean in a world that may never accept them, and much less him- a synthetic and all-unnatural organism forged from humanity’s worst and an alien race only capable of Evil and wrongdoing. a being so perfectly suited for any and all forms of persecution. Humankind’s scapegoat. He thinks about Maria.

Maria remains a guiding light. Back then, she would sneak Shadow out to gaze upon the Earth, her former home. She misses it, the lush greenery, the sun, the people. she hopes that Shadow will get to experience what it’s like.

au shadow is emo edgy in a sad wet adult 40yo cat leon kennedy kind of way. au sonic is emo edgy like a 14yo that found out you could buy a tattoo gun on amazon without a license. I know nothing about resident evil

when he's not on a mission, he's usually in his "room" (extremely generous word for containment chamber/training facility.) he's like a hamster in a cage with toys to play with . (treadmills. race tracks. dummy robots. Ak-47s.) He's allowed to freely roam HQ from hours 6am-10pm, and if not, he is usually escorted by a guard, unless its Rouge sneaking him out. But beyond that, it's not like the ultimate lifeform needs that much sleep, and it'd be bad to have their ultimate weapon roaming the halls without supervision. but let's say there's the occasional nocturnal scavenger providing him a bit of nightly mischief that even the most complicated most difficult to navigate ventilation system cannot keep a natural-born burrower out..... (haha)

SONIC - ACCOMPLICE

Robotnik’s “accomplice” (adoptive son?)

Sonic goes along with Robotnik’s schemes but has his own ulterior motives .. after all, working under someone is still infringing on his sense of freedom, independence, and pride.

He only rlly helps out Robotnik out if it helps him… robotnik makes some new tech that tickles his , esp if smth that happens to enhance his existing abilities. sure he’s more than capable of doing things on his own but what’s better than to play with his new toys with his already existing toys (GUN. shadow.)

and if he manages to break them in a day then he’s found an issue that robotnik needs to troubleshoot immediately. eggman should really be Thanking him!

his only known goal atm is to find things that stave off his boredom. from what Shadow's gathered at least. but maybe there's more...

has a very bad No Good Fixation on shadow's inhibitor rings for whatever reason. wonder that could mean.

Still fucking around with roles and nothing's rlly set in stone. Im just kind of giggling kicking rocks and throwing pebbles in the water to see what lands ^q^

Rouge is still there! A contractor for G.U.N. A Recovering/reformed Jewel thief who joins the task force (maybe?) 

the gang is also there! still brainstorming roles though. emrmmm

[stormyfog]

obsession's price 💵

mafia jake x agent fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, death, smut later on

fanfic request for: @sannaheee

chapter 1

in the shadows of south korea’s bustling cities, one name instilled fear into even the bravest hearts—sim jaeyun. a name whispered in fear, but a face no one had ever seen. sim jaeyun was the most infamous mafia leader in the country, his power stretching beyond borders. only his most trusted subordinates had the privilege of knowing what he truly looked like. however, trust came with a price. every close subordinate bore a dark reminder of their loyalty—a tiny bomb, surgically injected behind their necks. the second they dared betray him or reveal his face to the outside world, their life would be reduced to nothing but a tragic lesson.

y/n was one of the most skilled secret service agents in the country, tasked with one of the riskiest missions of her career—locating and eliminating the elusive sim jaeyun. as part of a covert operation team called ‘angels,’ a name signifying their duty to protect the citizens of south korea, she was no stranger to high-stakes missions. her team consisted of three other members: minji, a tech specialist; danielle, a weapons and combat expert; and mark, the sharpest strategist she knew. as the leader of the group, y/n carried the weight of their mission on her shoulders. one day, her boss, yuta, summoned her to his office, handing her a classified file marked with bold red letters. inside was every piece of intel they had gathered on sim jaeyun—a chilling collection of his crimes, his empire, and his terrifyingly calculated methods.

y/n returned home that evening, the classified file tucked securely under her arm. sitting at her desk, she opened it and began poring over the details of sim jaeyun’s criminal empire. known in the underworld as jake, he was infamous for the sheer scale of his operations and the fear he instilled in anyone who crossed him. a staggering bounty of 50 billion dollars had been placed on his head, making him one of the most sought-after targets in the world. yet, every attempt to kill him had ended in failure—either the hunter disappeared without a trace, or they were found dead as a warning to others. as y/n flipped through the pages, her sharp eyes caught something unusual in the back of the file. a handwritten note, scrawled in an elegant but mocking tone, read: "like what you're reading, angel?" it was signed simply, jake. her heart skipped a beat. how had this gotten here? the realization hit her like a freight train—he’d breached her workplace, sneaking the note into the file himself.

you couldn’t be more surprised, though a part of you tried to rationalize it—he was a mafia leader, after all, known for being untouchable and always ten steps ahead. still, the thought of him infiltrating your work building so easily sent a shiver down your spine. after a moment of collecting yourself, you grabbed your phone and texted your team in the group chat. "prepare for tomorrow’s mission. we’re moving at 0700. stay sharp." with that, you set your phone down, changed into your pajamas, and tried to push the nagging thoughts away. you climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over you, and let the weight of exhaustion lull you into sleep, though the note lingered in the back of your mind.

you woke up early, the weight of the mission heavy on your shoulders as you got ready for the day. after a quick breakfast, you sent a message in the group chat with the address of a nearby café where you planned to meet. when you arrived, minji was already there, sitting at a corner table with her laptop open, typing away. she waved you over, and you slid into the seat next to her. “morning, angel,” she said with a small smile, not taking her eyes off the screen. a few minutes later, danielle and mark arrived, greeting the two of you before sitting down at the table.

the four of you leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones to avoid being overheard. “so, what plan have you devised so far, angel?” mark asked, his sharp eyes locking on yours. using codenames in public was second nature—there was no room for mistakes, not with someone like sim jaeyun as your target. minji, codename bear, was known for her resilience and focus. danielle, or raven, had razor-sharp instincts, and mark, eagle, was the vigilant eye of the group. you cleared your throat and pulled out the file yuta had given you. “we start by locating one of jake’s closest subordinates,” you said, your voice steady. “sunghoon, codename ice. if anyone can lead us to jake, it’s him.” the group nodded, a silent understanding passing between you all. step one of the mission was clear: find ice and get one step closer to sim jaeyun.

minji’s fingers flew across the keyboard of her laptop, her focus unwavering. “got him,” she said after a few tense minutes, turning the screen toward the group. displayed was a live satellite image of sunghoon, or ice, exiting a sleek black car in front of what appeared to be a luxury penthouse. “he’s here,” minji said, marking the location on the map. the group huddled closer as you all discussed your next move. “we can’t just storm in,” danielle, or raven, pointed out. “we need to observe first, gather intel on his movements before making contact.” mark, ever the strategist, nodded. “agreed, but we’ll need to stay close enough to strike when the time’s right.”

after finalizing the plan, you all piled into your car, the air thick with determination and a hint of tension. minji sat in the passenger seat, laptop balanced on her knees as she continued tracking sunghoon’s location in real time. danielle and mark took the backseat, going over the tools and weapons concealed in their bags. you gripped the steering wheel tightly as you drove toward the luxury penthouse, your heart pounding in anticipation. sunghoon was your first key to unlocking the enigma that was sim jaeyun, and you couldn’t afford to make a single mistake.

chapter 2

the tension in the car thickened as your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. before you could react, minji quickly grabbed it and answered, her instincts sharp. she put the call on speaker, and a familiar, smooth voice filled the car. “hi, angel,” jake’s voice practically purred through the speaker, sending a shiver down your spine. “i see you’re trying to reach ice right now. don’t worry, i told him that a few guests will be coming to his house and prepared a little gift for you.” his tone was casual, almost mocking, as if he was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

then, without another word, the line went dead, leaving the car in stunned silence. you exchanged a wide-eyed glance with the others, the weight of his words settling in. “he knows,” mark muttered, his voice low and tense. minji immediately began typing furiously on her laptop, her expression turning grim. “ice must have been tracking us the whole time. he’s good—probably as good as me,” she admitted, frustration lacing her voice. the reality of the situation hit like a ton of bricks: jake and his subordinates were not just dangerous; they were always one step ahead. whatever awaited you at sunghoon’s place was sure to be far from welcoming.

the tension was thick as we arrived at sunghoon’s place. the sleek, modern house stood ominously under the dim light of the street lamps, but there was no sign of movement. we quickly got out of the car, weapons at the ready, adrenaline pumping through our veins. with a swift motion, we kicked down the door, fully expecting to face a wave of guards. but the house was eerily quiet—no one was there to stop us. without hesitation, we split up, each taking a different floor to inspect.

minji and danielle made their way to the first floor, while mark took the second, and i headed for the third. we kept in constant communication through our walkie-talkies, ensuring we stayed synchronized. minji and danielle found nothing but weapons and ammo on the first floor, while mark discovered stashes of expensive jewelry and cash on the second. but jake had anticipated my next move. as i stepped onto the third floor, i couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. when i pushed open the door to one of the rooms, i found him. sunghoon. he stood there, his back to me, a smirk on his face as he slowly turned around, a small gift box in hand. i instinctively raised my gun, pointing it straight at his chest. he merely chuckled. "so, you came," he said, as if he had been expecting me all along.

sunghoon's grin remained as he slowly raised his hands—gift box still in his grip, not making any sudden moves. “jake told me not to harm you,” he said, his tone surprisingly calm. “he’s got plans for you, after all.” his eyes flickered with something more than just amusement—there was a flicker of genuine interest behind them. he took a step closer, his posture relaxed, like we were having a casual conversation instead of a standoff.

"jake's been watching you closely, angel," sunghoon continued, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. "he’s been keeping tabs on every mission you've been a part of. your strengths, your weaknesses… he knows everything." his words sent a shiver down my spine. it was unsettling to think that the most dangerous mafia boss in south korea had a file on me, studying every move i made. sunghoon's smile grew even wider as he took in my reaction. "and let’s just say… jake’s been taking a liking to you. he’s been thinking of you as his next big ally—or maybe something more." my grip tightened on my gun, but i couldn’t shake the unease creeping up my spine.

i stood there for a moment, caught off guard by sunghoon’s words. a part of me couldn't help but think about what he said—jake’s interest in me, his plans. but i shook it off, reminding myself of the mission at hand. i couldn’t afford to get distracted. i snapped back into focus, my voice cold and commanding. "shut up and move," i said, my gaze never leaving sunghoon as i motioned for him to step forward. he didn’t argue; he simply followed me, the gift box still in his hand, the one jake had so carefully placed for me. as i led him down the hallway, i keyed into my walkie-talkie, my voice steady as i updated my team. "i’ve got sunghoon," i said, making sure to keep an eye on him. "heading down to the first floor now." the tension in my chest didn’t ease, but i couldn’t let it show. i moved quickly and decisively, keeping sunghoon close, hoping that whatever jake had planned, i would be ready.

i brought sunghoon down to the first floor, where mark immediately helped to tie him up to a chair. the atmosphere was tense, thick with anticipation as i took the small gift box from sunghoon’s hand. i had assumed it was a time bomb, a typical move for jake, but as i carefully opened the box, i was caught off guard. it wasn’t a bomb. instead, nestled inside was a ring—a beautiful, expensive-looking ring. the band was studded with clean-cut diamonds, and at its center, a heart-shaped diamond glistened. it was worth millions, easily. confusion swirled in my mind as i stared at it, trying to piece together what it all meant.

before i could dwell on it for too long, sunghoon’s voice interrupted my thoughts, sharp and smug. "i told you, jake has taken a special interest in you," he said, his tone dripping with an unsettling certainty. "you should be lucky you caught his attention." i couldn’t tell if he was warning me or taunting me, but the weight of his words lingered, adding another layer to the puzzle i was trying to solve. what exactly did jake want with me? and why this ring?

chapter 3

after a long moment of pondering, uncertainty clouded my judgment. i wasn’t quite sure what to do with sunghoon. danielle was the first to speak up, her voice sharp with impatience. "we should end him right here, right now," she insisted, her fingers twitching as if she already had the trigger pulled in her mind. but mark, ever the calm and level-headed one, suggested a different approach. "we can hand him over to the agency. they’ll know how to handle him, especially if we want information."

i hesitated for a second, weighing the risks and benefits, but ultimately, i agreed with mark. i untied sunghoon from the chair, his eyes narrowing at me as if he knew what i was about to do. with one swift movement, i re-tied his arms behind his back, ensuring he wouldn’t have any chance of escaping. we all piled into the car, the atmosphere tense, with mark and danielle keeping a watchful eye on sunghoon, sitting on either side of him. the hum of the engine filled the silence, but the question still lingered in my mind—what exactly did jake want with me? and how far was he willing to go to get me?

we finally arrived at the agency, the familiar building looming ahead as i parked the car. as soon as the engine cut off, a couple of guards approached us, moving quickly and efficiently to take sunghoon off our hands. he glared at me one last time before they led him away, and i could feel the weight of his gaze burning into my back.

just as i was about to step out of the car, my phone buzzed. it was a text from my boss, yuta. "thanks for leaving him unharmed. sunghoon’s known for carrying valuable data. good job, angel." i stared at the message for a moment, digesting the words. so, this was more than just a simple mission—sunghoon had intel, something that could give us the upper hand against jake. but what kind of data was it, and how much did it tie into jake’s plans? there were still so many unanswered questions.

just as i was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, another message from yuta popped up. "you and your team should witness the interrogation. it's important." the tone was urgent, and i knew it meant something significant was about to unfold. i looked at my team, who were already stepping out of the car, and quickly relayed the message to them. "we’re going to witness the interrogation," i said, keeping my voice steady, though a flicker of curiosity passed through me. we followed the two guards who had taken sunghoon, making our way through the cold, sterile halls of the agency. the tension in the air was palpable, and the further we walked, the more the weight of the situation settled over me. whatever sunghoon had, whatever jake had planned, was bigger than any of us had imagined.

we stood silently behind the two-way mirror, watching as sunghoon sat across from one of the guards who had brought him in. the room was dimly lit, a single overhead light casting harsh shadows across the table where sunghoon was seated. his wrists were cuffed tightly to the metal surface, and despite his usual cocky demeanor, there was a certain tension in his posture, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. the guard across from him was calm, almost too calm, as if this was a routine he had done a hundred times before. my team and i exchanged glances, knowing that whatever was about to unfold, we were in for a lot more than we bargained for.

the interrogation dragged on with no real progress. sunghoon remained stubborn, his lips sealed tighter than ever, only repeating one phrase: "jake wants her." his eyes darted nervously, and i could almost see the fear in him—like something worse awaited if he revealed any more. then, out of nowhere, his gaze shifted, and he locked eyes with us through the two-way mirror. i felt a chill run down my spine as he spoke with surprising clarity. "one of jake's hideouts... it's near sunlight beach. a popular tourist spot," he said, his voice trembling slightly. then he leaned back in his chair, almost as if he was zoning out, rocking back and forth. "glory to the king... glory to the king..." he murmured, his hands shaking.

his chant faded, and the atmosphere turned heavy. he muttered a final, strangled apology. "i'm sorry, jake..." suddenly, a small red light flashed from the back of his neck. my heart skipped a beat as the room seemed to freeze for a second. before anyone could react, sunghoon's head exploded in a horrific, bloody mess. the sound of the explosion rang through the room, and i stumbled back, my breath caught in my throat. it was all too quick, too clean—a reminder of just how far jake’s reach went.

the alarms blared, the shrill sound ringing in my ears, and everything around me seemed to blur. what had just happened? my mind was struggling to process the scene in front of me. sunghoon's body, now just a mangled mess, lay lifeless in the chair. blood splattered across the walls, the guard beside him barely conscious, clutching his head. more guards flooded the room, and medics rushed in to tend to the injured guard and remove sunghoon’s body. i stood frozen, staring at the scene, my stomach turning. i had seen countless dead bodies before—death was part of the job—but this was different. the violent brutality of it, the suddenness, it made everything feel so much more real. 

danielle’s hand gripped my shoulder, shaking me out of my trance. "are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. i nodded, my voice quiet as i murmured, "yes..." our boss, yuta, sent us home for the day, saying we needed rest after the chaos that had just unfolded. i didn't argue. i needed to get away from all of it. i lay in bed later that night, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying sunghoon's final moments. the sound of his death, the red light on his neck, and the blood splattering everywhere haunted me. i couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning, that jake was always one step ahead.

chapter 4

i woke up the next morning, feeling the weight of a restless night. my eyes felt heavy as i fought off the drowsiness that still clung to me. reaching for my phone, i hoped for a distraction. as i unlocked it, i noticed a message from an unknown number. my heart skipped a beat, and i hesitated for a moment before opening it. the message read, "it's sad to see sunghoon go away. he was one of my best subordinates. oh well, that's the price you have to pay when you betray someone." it was jake. my stomach twisted in unease, and i quickly typed back, "what is it that you want from me?"

his reply came swiftly: "i only want you. that ring sunghoon gave you was a promise ring, from me to you." i glanced at the small gift box on my desk—the one sunghoon had handed me. the ring glinted inside it, adding to the confusion swirling in my mind. i typed back, "i don't get it... why do you want me?" his response was as cryptic as ever: "you'll understand soon enough." i sat there, staring at the phone in my hand, my thoughts racing. what did he mean? why me?

just as i was about to put my phone down, another message from jake popped up on the screen. "i'll see you around sunlight beach, bye, for now." my heart raced. was he really going to be there? was this my chance to finally see his face? the thought lingered in my mind, but i quickly shook it off, knowing i had to act. i grabbed my phone and messaged my team’s group chat, telling them about jake's message. we needed to be prepared for anything. without wasting time, we quickly made a plan to head to sunlight beach by evening. this could be the break we’d been waiting for, but i couldn't shake the unease that bubbled inside me.

i got in my car and picked up my team, all of us feeling the weight of what was to come. the drive towards sunlight beach felt longer than usual, the anticipation of what might happen hanging in the air. once we arrived, we rented a beach house to stay for a couple of days, giving us a place to regroup and prepare. by the time we got settled in, the sun had already set, casting a dusky glow over the beach. we unpacked our things and gathered in the living room, ready to devise our next move.

minji immediately got to work on her laptop, focusing on finding one of jake's hideouts. she didn’t take long at all—within minutes, she found the location, which was unsettling. usually, it would take her anywhere from ten to thirty minutes to track down a well-hidden location, but this time it was so quick. it felt off, almost as if jake had deliberately made it easier for us to find his hideout. the realization gnawed at me. was this another mind game from him? was he waiting for us to make the next move?

we planned to head to the hideout as soon as the sun rose tomorrow, the urgency of the situation weighing on all of us. however, mark, usually the most composed of the group, seemed unusually wary. he hesitated and spoke up, "why don't we wait until later? i mean, we still need to take some rest after what happened back at the agency." his words made me pause for a moment. minji and danielle exchanged glances, both nodding slightly, before they turned to look at me, waiting for my decision. i agreed, the exhaustion from the sleepless night settling into my bones. "you're right, we should rest," i said. mark’s expression seemed to relax a little after my answer, but i couldn't shake the feeling that something else was on his mind. i shrugged it off, chalking it up to the stress of the situation—or maybe he was just tired too. regardless, it was clear we needed rest if we were going to be at our best tomorrow.

we all woke up a bit later than usual, the weight of yesterday's events still hanging over us. as i looked around the house, i noticed that mark wasn’t there. frowning, i asked minji and danielle if they had seen him, but both of them shook their heads, noticing the worry on my face. minji, ever the optimist, suggested, "he probably went out for a walk to ease his mind." i quietly nodded, trying to push the unease aside, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. however, as the minutes ticked by and mark still hadn't returned, my worry grew. i turned to minji and danielle, telling them, "i'm going to look for him. you two stay on guard and keep an eye out." they both nodded, understanding, and i grabbed my jacket, heading out of the house. something didn’t feel right, and i couldn’t shake the feeling that i needed to find mark—soon.

as i walked down the quiet street, i suddenly heard a familiar voice. it was mark. relief washed over me as i quickened my pace, but then i froze when i noticed he wasn’t alone. standing with him was someone i immediately recognized—jay, codename eagle. my heart sank. jay worked for jake, and yet, he and mark stood there laughing and talking like old friends. keeping a safe distance, i hid behind a nearby tree and strained to listen, my heart pounding in my chest.

their conversation made my blood run cold. mark had been working for jake too. for five years. five long years of betrayal, and i had no idea. he hadn’t even been with our agency for that long—just over a year—but now everything made sense. they joked about sharing the same codename, ‘eagle,’ as if it was some inside joke, mocking all of us who trusted him. betrayal was the only word ringing in my head as i stood there, frozen in disbelief, my stomach churning at the realization.

without hesitation, i pulled out my phone and quietly recorded their entire conversation. my hands shook slightly as i sent the file to minji with a single message: "mark's working for jake. stay on guard." i hid the phone in my pocket just in time as jay walked off in the opposite direction, and mark started heading toward me. my heart pounded, but i forced myself to stay calm, quickly shifting my demeanor. i pretended i was just out for a casual stroll, hoping he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

he noticed me and waved, a faint smile on his face. i walked up to him, my expression neutral, and asked where he had been all morning. "we were worried about you," i added, keeping my tone steady. mark sighed and scratched the back of his neck, offering a simple explanation: "i just needed to clear my head, you know? take my mind off some things." i nodded quietly, feigning understanding, and together we started walking back to the beach house. my stomach churned, but i couldn’t let him see my unease. not yet.

chapter 5

for the next few minutes, mark and i walked back toward the beach house, the tension between us palpable. i couldn’t shake the feeling of unease settling deeper into my gut, but i kept it at bay, pushing myself to focus. when we arrived back, i noticed the door was ajar, just a crack open, as if someone had hurriedly left or forgotten to close it. i motioned for mark to stay back as i cautiously approached. my heart skipped a beat as i pushed the door open, the hinges creaking slightly. inside, i froze.

danielle was lying unconscious on the floor, a bruise forming on the side of her face. minji was kneeling by the living room couch, her hands raised in the air, held at gunpoint by a tall man in a black suit. she was doing her best to stay calm, but i could see the fear in her eyes, the slight tremble in her posture. before i could react, i felt mark step up behind me, and in one swift motion, he pulled out his gun, pointing it directly at me. my breath hitched as i turned slowly to face him. he stood there, expression cold, not a hint of remorse in his eyes.

"mark, what the hell is going on?" i whispered, trying to make sense of everything, but his gun stayed trained on me. i walked inside, my hands raised in surrender. every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight back, but i knew better. i couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt. kneeling down next to minji, i kept my gaze steady as i glanced up at the man holding the gun to her head. my pulse quickened as he stared back at me, unblinking. "what's this all about?" i asked, my voice calm but with a hint of desperation. mark’s silence was deafening. his betrayal was unmistakable now, but the weight of it hadn't fully sunk in. i glanced at minji, who mouthed, be careful, her eyes pleading for me to stay strong.

mark took out his phone, glancing at it quickly while still keeping his gun trained on me. “i’ve got you surrounded,” he said, his voice low and calculated. "there’s no way out." as his attention shifted to the screen of his phone, i saw my chance. i gave minji a subtle nod, the tiniest movement of my head to signal her. her eyes locked onto mine, and without hesitation, she sprang into action. with lightning speed, she took down the man holding her at gunpoint. he barely had time to react before minji grabbed his weapon and shot him, her movements precise and efficient. he slumped to the ground, lifeless.

with that, i moved. my heart raced, but i stayed focused. i dashed straight for mark, tackling him with everything i had. he grunted as we collided, his gun flying out of his hand and skidding across the floor. we both scrambled, throwing punches, each one landing with a sickening thud. his strength was formidable, but i wasn’t about to let him win. in the chaos, i managed to find a weak spot, one of his pressure points. i hit it with a swift, calculated blow, and mark’s body went limp, collapsing to the floor unconscious. his gun was out of reach, and i took a deep breath, my body trembling from the adrenaline. i stood over him, keeping my guard up, but he was no longer a threat.

minji and i quickly made our way to danielle, who was slowly regaining consciousness. she groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her face for a moment before recognition set in. i gently helped her sit up and guided her to the couch. she winced as she sat, but she seemed to be more alert now. i grabbed my first aid kit and started treating her, checking for any signs of injury. thankfully, it seemed like she only had a few bruises.

once i was sure she was stable, i took a moment to call my boss, yuta. i filled him in on everything that had happened—from mark's betrayal to the ambush at the beach house. he listened carefully, not a hint of surprise in his voice. “don’t worry about it,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “i’ve already sent a team to retrieve the body and bring mark in for questioning. you did well.” after a while, his men arrived, taking the bodies of the guard and mark away. they moved quickly, efficiently, without saying much, just doing their job. i watched them go, feeling a sense of cold finality in the air. the house was quiet now, but the tension still lingered.

despite the chaos, we still had a mission to complete: jake’s hideout was waiting. i turned to danielle, who was sitting on the couch, still a bit shaken but recovering. “you can stay back if you’re not feeling up to it,” i suggested. “we’ll handle this.” but she shook her head, determination flickering in her eyes. “i’m fine now. i’ll come with you.” we agreed to head to jake’s hideout in the evening, giving us some time to rest. as the hours passed, the house finally felt peaceful again. i let my guard down for a moment, knowing we had time before the next move.

just as i thought i could relax, my phone buzzed with a new message. i glanced at the screen and froze. it was from the same unknown number—jake. the message read: “you think you’ve got me cornered, but you don’t know the half of it. sunlight beach was just a preview. be careful, i’m always watching, and soon, you’ll be the one in danger.” the words sent a chill down my spine. i looked at my team, who were busy preparing for the evening ahead. they hadn’t seen the message yet, but i could already feel the weight of jake’s warning hanging over us.

chapter 6

it was evening now, and the air was thick with tension. we headed out to jake’s hideout location, the one minji had tracked earlier. our weapons were concealed carefully, making sure not to alert any nearby people. as we neared the location, my stomach twisted in anticipation. it was an abandoned small house near the beach, hidden away by thick bushes and overgrown trees. the perfect location for someone like jake—secluded, unnoticed. we exchanged brief glances before pulling out our weapons, preparing for whatever lay inside. i slowly opened the door, my heart pounding in my chest, but there was... nothing. the house was eerily empty, bare of any signs of life.

i moved through the rooms, checking every corner, but found nothing. no clues, no traps, nothing to indicate that we were in the right place. minji frowned, glancing at the walls. “this doesn’t make sense. either i got the wrong location, or... this is a trap.” before i could respond, the sound of darts whizzing through the air broke my thoughts. tranquilizer darts. they hit us one by one, each dart embedding into our bodies with a sickening thud. my vision blurred as i turned toward the window, catching a glimpse of jay standing outside, smirking darkly. i tried to raise my weapon, but my body was already succumbing to the drugs coursing through my veins. my knees buckled, and everything went black before i could even make a sound.

i slowly awoke in a dimly lit room. my head was throbbing, and the faint sting from the tranquilizer darts was still present in my limbs. my eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to piece together what had happened. the walls were bare, and the air had a cold, metallic scent. as my vision cleared, i saw jay standing next to someone sitting in a grand chair. the figure was shrouded in darkness, their features concealed, but there was something unsettling about the way they sat, like they were waiting for something. or someone. i couldn’t move as we were all tied up, kneeling on the floor.

minji and danielle were also waking up, groggily sitting up beside me. their eyes met mine, exchanging confused glances, no doubt wondering the same thing i was—where the hell were we, and who was that in the chair? jay’s smirk widened as he noticed us regaining consciousness. “welcome to the party,” he taunted, but i barely registered his words. my mind was too focused on the figure in the chair, and the gnawing feeling that we were in far deeper than we realized.

the man in the chair leaned forward slowly, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face. my breath caught in my throat as he revealed his identity. no way... it was the sim jaeyun. the realization hit me like a truck, and for a moment, everything around me seemed to blur. minji and danielle were frozen in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief. we’d been hunting this man for so long, and yet, here he was, sitting before us with a look of amusement on his face. he had just revealed himself so easily, so casually—far too easily.

i couldn’t wrap my mind around it. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he was supposed to remain in the shadows, elusive, the mastermind we could never reach. and now, he was sitting there, in front of us, in the flesh. before i could process anything further, my heart sank. i watched in horror as jake—sim jaeyun—pulled out a gun with swift, practiced movements. he aimed it at danielle. “no!” i shouted, but it was too late. the sound of the gunshot rang out, and just like that, danielle was gone.

my breath hitched as jake turned the gun toward minji. my body froze in terror, but minji—always so calm, always so composed—looked at me. her eyes were soft, like she was saying goodbye, and then, with a small smile, she spoke. “don’t worry, y/n. i know you’ll finish the mission.” before i could even speak, the shot rang out again, and minji collapsed, her body crumpling to the ground. i couldn’t move. my eyes were locked on her lifeless form, the tears falling freely now as i watched my teammates—my family—fall one by one. i turned my gaze back to jake, my heart full of rage and disbelief. his cold, indifferent stare met mine. the tears burned down my face, mixing with the storm of emotions surging inside me. but it wasn’t over. not yet. i was still breathing. and i would make sure they didn't die in vain.

chapter 7

i stared at jake in disbelief, unable to fully process what had just happened. my mind was racing, but the scene in front of me was too overwhelming. the lifeless bodies of minji and danielle were still fresh in my mind, their faces haunting me, and yet, here i was, forced to look at the man who had killed them. without a word, jake sent jay out of the room, leaving us alone. the door clicked shut behind him, and the silence between jake and me felt suffocating. jake slowly stood up from the chair and walked toward me, each step purposeful. he stopped right in front of me, lifting my chin with the barrel of his gun, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"you don’t get it, do you?" he said, his voice low and cold. "i had to get rid of them. they were in the way of us." i recoiled, a flash of anger igniting inside me. "what do you mean, 'us'? we're in no relationship!" my voice was shaky, but i forced myself to stand firm. jake’s eyes softened for a moment, and then he replied in that calm, unnerving tone of his. "did you forget about that promise ring?" he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "that means i’ll never let go of you."

i blinked in confusion, my thoughts swirling. what was he talking about? the promise ring sunghoon had given me—it wasn’t supposed to mean anything, not like this. and yet, here jake was, claiming that it was a symbol of something much darker, much deeper than i could ever have imagined. i didn’t know what to say. my heart was pounding, my mind racing to make sense of his words, of everything that was happening. but i couldn't. it didn’t make sense. and yet, jake was here, standing right in front of me, and i knew that i had to make a decision. the question was... what was i going to do next?

before i could gather my thoughts to respond, the door to the room creaked open. jay stepped inside, his expression unreadable. jake glanced over at him, giving him a brief nod. "take her. we’re moving." without saying a word, jay walked over to me, his hands gripping my shoulders firmly. he yanked me to my feet, the ropes binding my wrists digging into my skin. my arms were still tied behind my back, and i struggled to maintain my balance as he guided me toward the door. i shot a glance at jake, but his face was unreadable, his eyes focused on something distant. i had no idea what he had planned, but one thing was clear: i was completely at his mercy now.

jay’s grip on me tightened as he guided me down a dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. we reached the outside of the building, and i squinted against the harsh light of the streetlamps. the night air was cool, sending a shiver through me. jay shoved me into the backseat of a black car, the cold leather seat pressing into my back. jake slid into the passenger seat without a word, his cold eyes never leaving me as jay took the driver's seat and started the engine. the car rolled out of the driveway, its tires crunching against the gravel, and soon, we were speeding down a deserted road. i tried to make sense of what was happening, but my thoughts were a tangled mess. where were we going? and why had jake gone to such lengths to keep me here? i turned my gaze to the rearview mirror, but jay's eyes met mine in the reflection, offering no answers—only the silence of the night.

the car finally came to a stop, its engine cutting off with a soft hum. my heart raced as i looked up at the imposing gates of a luxurious mansion. the driveway was long, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and tall trees that seemed to swallow the car's headlights. it looked like something out of a dream—except this one wasn’t a dream. it was my nightmare. jake wasted no time. he pulled me out of the backseat, his grip tight and unyielding, his fingers digging into my arm. the cold air outside only made the situation feel more surreal, like i was trapped in some strange version of reality that i couldn’t escape. we walked up to the grand entrance, my footsteps hesitant and slow as i tried to process everything.

the mansion’s doors opened with a heavy creak, and i was led inside, the warmth of the house doing little to soothe the unease gnawing at me. jake guided me through the halls with a firm hand, his presence looming over me like a shadow. as we entered a room, i froze. my heart skipped a beat when i saw what was inside. the walls were covered with photographs—pictures of me, my team, moments frozen in time, like a twisted shrine to our lives. but it wasn’t just the pictures. files with our personal information were scattered across the tables, and plans were pinned to a massive bulletin board in the center of the room. it was like jake had been watching our every move for so long, anticipating our every step. i felt a chill crawl down my spine as i took in the room's contents. jake noticed my hesitation and leaned closer, his voice low. "you see, y/n, i’ve been planning this for a long time. everything has been leading up to this." his grip on my arm tightened, making sure i couldn’t look away from the madness around me.

chapter 8

jake’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze never leaving mine. "you see, y/n, all these years of following you, watching you, it was never just about the mission. i developed... feelings. dangerous ones. and i realized it wasn’t just obsession—it was love." his voice, though calm, had an undercurrent of something more sinister, like he was trying to convince me of something i didn’t want to hear. i stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. love? how could he even say that after everything he had done? after what he had taken from me? my mind raced with all the terrible memories—the betrayals, the deaths, the fear. there was no way i could love him back. not after everything. not after the destruction he caused.

jake seemed to read the doubt in my eyes and took a step closer, his voice turning soft, almost pleading. "i know you’re confused. but i’ve been patient, waiting for the right moment to show you what we could have together." he glanced at me for a brief second, almost as if waiting for me to say something, anything. but i couldn’t bring myself to speak. i wanted to scream at him, ask how he could justify everything he did, how he could call what he felt love when it was so twisted. but as i looked at him, i couldn’t deny that he was… well, attractive. when he revealed his face earlier, i had to admit, i couldn’t ignore the way my heart skipped a beat. but that was it. nothing more. 

he was probably surrounded by women who didn’t question his actions or who he was. he had the power, the charm, the allure—things i could never have. i shook my head slightly, trying to suppress the conflicting emotions rising within me. "how could i love you after everything you've done?" i whispered under my breath, not sure if he even heard me. but jake was relentless, his hand brushing against my cheek, his touch strangely gentle despite the dark words that followed. "you will, y/n. you’ll see. you’ll understand soon enough."

jake’s fingers deftly untied the rope binding my arms, and for a split second, i thought i could escape, that maybe, just maybe, i could get out of this. but before i could even think of making a move, i lashed out at him, my hands balled into fists, aiming for his chest. i wasn’t going to let him win, not like this. but jake was prepared. he dodged and blocked every one of my attacks, his movements calm and measured. it was like he had anticipated this, knew exactly how i would react in my emotional turmoil. he wasn’t surprised by my resistance, and that realization made my chest tighten even more.

in one swift move, he grabbed me, his grip firm as he pushed me backward. before i could even brace myself, my body hit the bed behind me, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. i struggled, trying to shove him off, but jake held me down, his body pressed against mine. i could feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he leaned in closer, his voice low and smooth, like honey. "y/n," he whispered, his words dripping with false comfort. "you don’t need to fight me. you don’t need to be scared. i’ve been here all along, haven’t i? you’ve always known i was meant to be with you." his voice was almost hypnotic, coaxing me into submission, making my body feel heavy, like i couldn’t escape his hold, no matter how much i tried. tears stung my eyes, my emotions a whirlwind of confusion and pain. his words were poison, eating away at my resolve. i hated how easy it was for him to manipulate me, how easily he saw through the walls i had built to protect myself.

his fingers brushed my cheek gently, wiping away a tear that escaped. “you’re not weak, y/n,” he murmured, as if trying to reassure me, but it only made me feel more vulnerable, more exposed. i couldn’t accept his words, couldn’t bring myself to believe him. this wasn’t love. this was control, obsession, and cruelty wrapped in a smile. but no matter how many times i told myself that, i couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. i felt powerless, like every punch i threw was nothing more than a feeble attempt to fight back against something much stronger than i was. i threw another punch at his chest, but it landed with no force, just a soft thud. it felt pathetic, like everything about me had become pathetic. i was trapped, drowning in my own emotions as jake held me close, his grip unyielding.

i hated how emotionally weak i was in that moment, how jake's words seeped into my mind and twisted everything i believed. my heart ached, my chest heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. the anger inside me was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it couldn’t break through. no matter how hard i tried to push him away, his presence just seemed to fill every space around me, suffocating me. “why...? why me?” the question escaped my lips before i could stop it, a desperate plea for some kind of explanation, something that would make sense of all this madness.

i needed to understand—why me? out of everyone, why did he fixate on me like this? jake’s expression softened, and for a moment, it almost looked like he cared. his voice, when he spoke, was still soothing, like he was trying to calm me down, like he thought he had all the answers i was looking for. “because you’re the one i was always meant to find, y/n. you’ve always been the one. you’ve always been mine, whether you realized it or not.” his words were like a lullaby, and i hated how they made my heart flutter despite myself.

chapter 9 (smut)

jake's lips were soft against my skin as he placed small, lingering kisses across my face. each kiss felt like a cruel reminder of my helplessness, of how trapped i was in this nightmare. his touch felt almost tender, but there was no denying the darkness behind it. he kissed my tears away, his fingers brushing against my cheek with a gentle, almost soothing motion, like he was trying to erase the evidence of my pain. "everything will be alright now, with me," he whispered, his voice so calm and certain.

it was as if he believed every word he said, like he truly thought this was the solution—like his twisted affection could make everything better. i couldn’t push him away. not now, not in this moment when my body felt weak and my mind was clouded by confusion. i knew i should resist, that i should fight back with everything i had, but the weight of his presence, the way he held me, made it almost impossible to find the strength to do so. i hated how vulnerable i was, how his control over me felt so complete. every part of me screamed that this was wrong, but in that moment, i couldn’t seem to break free.

his actions now felt so out of place compared to the cold, calculating man i once knew. it was as if a switch had been flipped in him, revealing a side i never thought existed—the tender, almost affectionate side of jake. the ruthless, dangerous figure that had stalked me, manipulated my every move, was now gone. in his place was someone who held me gently, spoke softly, as if he truly cared.

was this what he wanted all along? was this his twisted idea of love, of affection? to spend an eternity with me, to keep me by his side, no matter the cost? his touch, his words, everything about this moment felt so surreal, like i was caught in a dream. i tried to push the thought away, to remind myself of everything he'd done, but something inside me faltered. could this really be who he was now? or was i just fooling myself, letting his manipulations take hold?

jake's lips met mine unexpectedly, catching me completely off guard. i gasped into the kiss, the surprise muffled by his lips as they pressed gently but insistently against mine. his hand moved to cup my face, fingers brushing lightly across my skin as if he were trying to memorize every detail. his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his touch possessive yet somehow tender, as if this moment was something he had longed for. i couldn't react immediately—my mind was a whirl of confusion, panic, and disbelief. everything felt so foreign, so wrong, and yet, there was an undeniable pull i couldn’t explain.

jake’s lips trailed down my neck, his kisses light and almost teasing, causing a sharp gasp to escape me. i couldn’t believe this was happening, his touch strangely tender, almost affectionate. it made my stomach churn with confusion and self-loathing. “jake… no-” i tried to protest, but he cut me off, his voice soothing yet commanding, “shh, don’t worry.” his words sent a strange shiver through me, his reassurance not comforting, but unnerving. he was trying to control the situation, trying to control me. but i couldn’t stop myself from reacting, my body betraying my mind as his kisses continued down, each one more insistent than the last.

i felt jake's body move against mine, his hardness pressing against me with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down my spine. i tried to cover my mouth, whimpering softly as he ground against me, but jake's hand closed around mine and pulled it away. "i want to hear you," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and husky. his words sent a surge of fear through me, but i was powerless to stop the sounds escaping from between my lips—soft whimpers and moans that seemed to fuel jake's desire.

jake's fingers deftly worked the zipper of my pants, and i felt a surge of panic as he slowly pulled them down. but instead of removing them completely, he left me in just my underwear, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. my whimpering grew more insistent as he reached for my shirt buttons, his fingers moving with a gentle precision that belied the intensity of our situation. he slipped it off my shoulders, and i felt his hands close around mine once more—this time to massage my breasts with a tender intimacy that sent shivers coursing through me.

jake's fingers danced across my skin, his touch sending sparks of sensation through me as he removed his clothes. i felt a flutter in my chest as he revealed himself to me, his member hard and ready. his voice was low and husky as he whispered in my ear - "you can take it, you were made for me" - the words dripping with possessiveness and confidence. i felt a shiver run down my spine as i gazed up at him, his eyes burning with an intensity that left me breathless.

i tried to push jake away, my hands scrabbling at his chest as he slowly began to enter me. but he was too strong, too insistent, and i felt myself being pulled back down into the darkness of our passion. tears streamed down my face as the pain washed over me, a burning sensation that threatened to consume me whole. i knew it couldn't be happening—this wasn't who i was, but all that mattered was the knot in my stomach growing tighter with each passing moment as jake's thrusts quickened and deepened.

my whimpers gradually gave way to moans as jake's movements became more insistent, his thrusts driving me deeper into the pleasure he caused. i tried to look away to escape the intensity of our connection, but jake's hand closed around my face, holding it in place as he whispered reassurances in my ear—“don't worry y/n, don't be shy, i'm here.” his words were a gentle counterpoint to the roughness of our lovemaking, and i felt myself relaxing into his touch even as my body continued to respond with abandon.

i felt myself building towards a climax, my body trembling with anticipation as i whispered the words "i'm close" into jake's ear. he responded with a low, husky growl—“go on, come for me”—his voice urging me towards release. and then, in perfect rhythm, he let out a groan of his own, signaling that he was close too. the tension between us snapped like a rubber band, and we both came crashing down into the abyss of our pleasure.

as our bodies released their pent-up tension, jake slid down beside me, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. he held me close, his chest heaving with exertion as he whispered words that sent shivers down my spine—"i hope you understand now how much i love you." his voice was low and husky, filled with emotion and conviction. i felt his heart beating against mine, and for a moment, the chaos of our passion subsided, replaced by a sense of connection and intimacy.

[vitevii]

Stobotnik Role Swap AU

Been thinking through a Stobotnik role swap AU, trying to figure out their dynamic and what would change or stay the same. I think I finally settled on something I like and have a lot of thoughts about- Stone and Robotnik are still an agent and a brilliant scientist respectively, but the hierarchy of their relationship is flipped with Stone being the ‘boss’ and Robotnik as the ‘henchman’.

EDIT: Link to part 2!

Thoughts:

Stone (before the movies and during what would be movie 1) is a highly-decorated & respected shadow ops and/or special ops agent

He rose through the ranks thanks to his many varied talents, tactical brilliance, and his dedication to & success in completing his missions no matter what stands in his way

Robotnik is the shadow ops Break-Glass-in-Case-of-Emergency scientist. He’s called on when nobody else can get the job done, but they try not to give him any more funding or resources than necessary bc they’re scared of his eccentricity, antisocial nature, and sheer brilliance

Robotnik gets promoted to being directly under Stone’s command at Stone’s request - I’m thinking either bc Stone is assigned to investigate the Sonic EMP from movie 1 (he has to intimidate/persuade the military generals to let him take a chance on Robotnik, a little like Walters did in movie 1) or because pre-movies Stone decides he needs a scientist to join his team permanently for ease of access to customized tech or something

If it’s the second option, Stone goes to Robotnik with a test task to see if he’s good enough (he actually wants to see how Robotnik operates, but also does want to make sure the rumors of Ivo’s brilliance are true). Robotnik does his thing, Stone is speechless and amazed by the results. Stone decides then and there he HAS to have Ivo at his side. ('Doctor... this is... you're incredible.' 'Of course I am. That's why you're here.')

Also, whenever they first meet, Robotnik goes off on a rant or insults Stone, and Stone is taken aback (and delighted) by how Robotnik isn’t scared of him- Stone’s gotten bored of people being too easily intimidated by his status and reputation.. even if that is useful oftentimes

Stone secretly and maybe only subconsciously wants someone in his life who he can drop the formalities with, someone who doesn’t care about his rank and career and past

Ivo realizes (but won’t admit) he is grateful to Stone for giving him a more of a chance to be himself and to finally have the resources to work towards his robot dreams

This first post is mostly about their backgrounds and how they met. I've got a bunch more thoughts I'm organizing and will post soon with same tags as this post

Also might write fic or make some art for this..

[motherroam-rs]

Wrap Me in Your Skin and Bones

NSFW - 18+

Warnings/Tags : Cockwarming, Nightmares, Mentions of Trauma and PTSD, Angst, Comfort, Love Confessions

Relationship: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Summary: After solitary confinement on Mount Tantiss, Crosshair is plagued by nightmares that lead him to seek comfort in your body.

A/N : Wrote and posted this to AO3 before season 3 but wanted to put it here too 🫡 I just had this angsty lil thing in my head about how a touch starved Cross would deal with physical contact after the empire 🫶 (even though I firmly believe Tech survived the fall - he’s dead for the purpose of this I’m SORRY)

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

The sharp hit to your ribs has you springing into a sitting position, eyes wild and scanning the room for a threat. Muscle memory from years in the war has you reaching for the blaster and pointing it towards various shadows in the room.

You would be a lousy shot with the way your hand shook from the adrenaline in your veins. But, there are no imperial agents hiding in your room, no battle droids under your bed, the source of the attack lays next to you, writhing against imaginary forces in his nightmare.

Crosshair.

Abandoning the blaster on the floor, you work on tearing the bedsheets away from him before he can tangle himself any further in the restrictive fabric. Every muscle in his body seems to be rigid, even once you manage to free him, but he still thrashes, as if fighting against invisible restraints.

The sight of his struggle has your stomach forming knots.

“Crosshair, wake up,” your pleading hands press to his shoulder, thankful that the prominence of his collarbones has eased over the last few weeks, but he’s still nowhere close to as healthy he was the last time you saw him before the war had ended.

Unlike the rest of the batch, you hadn’t seen Crosshair during his time under the empire, and although during his absence you were thankful for it, this only made it worse the day his brothers brought him home.

Crosshair had always been the leanest of them, you had even joked with him on several occasions that he resembled the toothpicks which always hung from his lips, but the breath had been stolen from your body when Echo half-carried him down the walkway. Crosshairs face was almost as hollow as Echo’s had been after Skako Minor, and it was now flecked in silver stubble, with a large scar that stretched across the side of his head where patches of hair were entirely missing.

Just as the pair passed you by, Crosshairs eyes had met your own. You were used to a range of emotions in them, from heated glares and desire filled gazes, occasionally there was even an amused look that framed his eyes with a hint of laughter lines. However, what you didn’t prepare yourself for was for them to be entirely void of any emotion, it was if you were just one of the stone pillars that lined the streets.

After a week in the infirmary, it became evident that Crosshair couldn’t sleep alone. With Hunter preoccupied with Omega, the responsibility fell to Echo the first few nights, he was the closest to understanding Crosshairs situation after all.

On the third day after the rescue, Hunter had told you although Omega was kept somewhat safe with another female clone, they had found Crosshair in solitary confinement. Something deep in your chest broke at the unsaid weight of the information. Despite his aversion to most people, Crosshair had spent years of being in tight living spaces with his brothers, only to be thrown in a cell alone for maker knows how long.

Maybe this was why he gravitated towards you once he was finally in good enough physical condition to be released from the infirmary.

Between Echo’s own complicated relationship with sleep, Wrecker’s inability to not snore and wake everyone in the immediate vicinity, and Hunters responsibility for Omega, it was you who took him in.

If Tech was still here, he would have been the one to stay with Crosshair. You push that thought down, but the pain still resonates in your chest.

You give Crosshair another shake, and the second your other hand presses to the bare skin of his face, his eyes snap open. He lashes out like a snarling animal trapped in a snare, gripping both your wrists and pinning you beneath him with a speed that causes the room to spin around you.

“It’s just me, Cross.” You speak in a hushed tone, attempting to calm him as you fight against his grip.

Reality bleeds into his eyes, momentarily easing his pained expression, but then he’s choking on the air, collapsing onto you.

“I need,” although his face is buried in your neck, you hear the emotion crack his voice, and you already know the broken look that on his face. “Please, I need you.”

“It’s okay, Cross.” You nod and widen your legs, allowing his hips to settle between them. Your bodies act on the familiar routine you had both fallen into over the last few months since he moved into your spare room - which he has still never spent a night in. Crosshairs shakes have already begun to ease with the contact, his hands have at least stilled enough so he can effectively rid you both of the few items of clothing until you were bare against each other.

He coils himself around you at first, as if he were a snake trying to suffocate its prey, but you only wrap your arms around him in return, welcoming his touch. You aren’t certain if it’s the solitary confinement that made him need the contact, or if it’s some lingering effect of the chip, but either way you still offer yourself to him.

Seemingly unable to wait for his heart to settle, he chases the comfort only you can provide, and begins the slow push of himself inside you. Crosshair’s breaths are escaping him in desperate pants and he’s pressing as much of himself to you as possible, seeking the warmth of your body to drive away the sensation of the cold interrogation table that plagued his mind.

The stretch burns with the little preparation you have, and Crosshair senses your silent discomfort. He draws his hips back with a mumbled apology, so only the tip remains inside you, and draws slow circles on your clit with his thumb. It doesn’t take long for the resistance to ease with your wetness, and soon enough he’s rocking back into you with a groan, allowing you time to adjust.

He doesn’t attempt to bring you to the precipice, or anywhere close to it. Once he fully settles into you, his hand withdraws and instead tangles itself in your hair.

Right now Crosshairs need for you isn’t sexual, despite what it seems.

Some nights it will delve into more once his body relaxes, and he’ll take his time to have you come undone beneath him with more care and attention than he had ever possessed before the rise of the empire. But tonight, as he does most nights, he stills once fully seathed inside you, his only desire being your embrace.

“Where was it this time?” Sometimes he would answer, but other times he would give a slight shake to his head in response.

“Barton-4, then the interrogation room.” His voice is strained, and you recall everything he’s already told you about these places, specifically the haunting memory of Mayday’s death.

“You’re safe, we’re both safe, Crosshair.” You press a kiss to his temple as if it would help the promise sink into his mind. One of your hands moves to the back of his head, cradling him against your neck as the other traces patterns on his back.

It takes a few minutes of silence for his breathing to fall in sync with yours, and despite his cock being inside you, the light exhale against your neck has your face heating at the intimacy. His shakes have entirely ceased now, and you think he’s fallen asleep, until you hear the broken whisper.

“I love you.”

Your body freezes at the admission, both hands stopping their comforting movements. His throat bobs against your neck with a dry swallow, and you wonder if it’s his body trying to subconsciously take back the words.

You had been somewhat together during the clone wars, but it was never emotionally intimate. He had a physical need for you in a way that led to fucking you from behind against almost every surface on the marauder. And yet, true to his cold nature he never faced you, or even kissed you. Once he finished, he would neaten his armour and leave without a goodbye, yet you would still allow him back every time he gave the word.

“Crosshair-“ you start, but he’s cutting you off before your mouth can form another syllable.

“I know it’s not the right time to say it, but I do, I always have.” He rasps, trying to force the confession out in one breath, as if ripping the bacta patch off a wound.

Always have?

Your mind begins unravelling years of your self-imposed torture during the clone wars from biting down your feelings, pretending not to care when some pretty girl inevitably threw herself at him in a bar.

“You need to sleep.” He bites out, hurt evident in his tone at your lack of response, but he doesn’t dare peel himself away from you. Despite the hurt seeping into him, he’s too selfish to let you go unless you ask him to leave.

“Crosshair.” There’s no response, but something possesses you to reach out anyways, and you’re pressing your hand to his face, craning your neck to meet his stare. His eyes are open, but still avoid your own.

Your brush your nose against his, and your thumb traces over the sharp angle of his jaw, memorising the way he ever-so-slightly leans into your touch.

“I love you too.”

His eyes close, a shaky breath of relief escaping his lips. Crosshair had never needed a helmet to mask his emotions before his brothers brought him back to Pabu, back to you. His face had always been set in an ever cold smirk, whether it be when he was taunting a reg, on a stealth mission, or when you caught glimpses of him in mirrored surfaces in the marauder as he fucked himself into you. However, at your words, something akin to peace washes over his face, allowing it to morph into a rare expression of something softer, like that of a soldier returning from battle finally setting eyes on his home.

When the morning comes, you half expect the bed to be cold, or at least as cold as it can be in the climate of Pabu, but when the midday sun casts its warming rays over your skin, he’s still inside of you. Slender limbs have tangled with your own and his face is nestled against your neck, but you can tell from his breathing that he’s already awake.

“Stay.” It’s a whispered prayer against your skin, a desperate plea to some deity that seems to have abandoned him long ago in that cell on Mount Tantiss. But you don’t think the gods, the Empire or even the force could keep you apart now, and you don’t want them to. You press your forehead to his, a wordless answer to him that you aren’t going anywhere, that he’ll never have to be alone again.

[sharpedgedfool]

Wait I wanna hear more about the speakeasy AU (if there is more haha). Also do you have a head-canon for Shadow’s singing voice?

Team Dark are all ex-government agents on the run, trying to break away from their past. Shadow and Omega are experiments, Rouge is a spy that helped them escape so they're indebted to her and want to help her out. She's the one who wants to start the speakeasy, they're her core workers helping out - both Shadow and Omega bar-tend but Shadow also sings and Omegas usually the acting bouncer. Rouge hosts every night, socialises and keeps an eye out on the floor - the club's a regular hotspot for all sorts of criminals and she likes to mingle and make connections and deals. Shadow's pretty good at singing so people assume Rouge has something over him keeping him from trying to make it big elsewhere. And Omega's extremely advanced tech for the time, so people have no clue what he even is and assume Rouge has some big connections to get her hands on stuff like him - lots of rumours with very few answers! They dress up real nice but they're still working hard behind the scenes and are used to playing dirty to get by.

My main hc for Shadow's voice in general is still David S. Humphrey, and he's a damn good singer so it's 100% based on him!

[criminally-chill]

Shadows in the BAU

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Category: fluff

Emily Prentiss had always been a mystery to her team, but there was one person who added even more layers to that enigma—a person none of the Behavioral Analysis Unit had ever fully understood. Y/N had been visiting the BAU on and off for months, yet to this day, no one quite knew who she was or what she meant to Emily.

The first time Y/N appeared, it was in the middle of a particularly stressful case. She pulled up to Quantico on her motorcycle, the roar of the engine echoing through the parking lot. The team had noticed her immediately: tall, sharp-eyed, with an air of silent strength. Her long coat billowed in the wind as she dismounted, drawing eyes. A German Shepherd, who they’d later come to know as Ace, padded faithfully by her side, his soft brown eyes alert and watchful. But what stood out the most was the metallic gleam of the prosthetic leg Y/N moved so effortlessly with.

At first, her presence seemed almost incidental. She wasn’t dressed in a way that screamed ��FBI.” She didn’t wear a badge or flash credentials. She never introduced herself to the team. But Emily always seemed to know when she arrived.

Whenever Y/N appeared, Emily would break from whatever she was doing, and the two would disappear into her office, exchanging quiet words with a familiarity that intrigued the rest of the team.

One day, during a particularly long case debriefing, Spencer Reid noticed her again, standing just outside the briefing room. The team was discussing their latest unsub, and Emily had been unusually quiet during the meeting. Y/N stood against the wall, her posture casual but her gaze focused entirely on Emily. The leather jacket she wore and the sleek motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm were in sharp contrast to the professional atmosphere of the BAU, yet she belonged in her own way—if only to Emily.

"Who is she?" Spencer whispered to Penelope Garcia, the team’s tech analyst, as they passed by the glass windows of the briefing room.

"I don't know," Garcia replied in her typical fast-paced tone. "She’s mysterious. I’ve tried running a search, but I get nada. Maybe she’s some kind of undercover agent? Or—" her voice dropped conspiratorially, "a secret girlfriend?"

Spencer shot her a skeptical glance, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity. No one knew the nature of Y/N’s relationship with Emily. And no one dared ask Emily outright.

Then there was the dog. Ace was always well-behaved, sitting obediently at Y/N’s feet whenever they stopped by. Sometimes Y/N would take him around the side of the building to walk, while other times she would sit on a bench outside, seemingly waiting for Emily to finish her work.

The strange visits continued. Some days Y/N would stay for an hour, other times it was mere minutes. And every time, the same pattern followed: Emily’s face would brighten the moment she saw Y/N. They would talk briefly, then Y/N would leave just as suddenly as she had arrived.

One afternoon, after an exhausting case involving a serial killer that had taken them across three states, the team was sprawled in the bullpen, catching their breath. Emily had just walked back in from another one of her mysterious meetings with Y/N when Derek Morgan, never one to shy away from asking the hard questions, leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

"So, Emily," Derek began with a grin. "Your friend—Y/N? What’s the deal? You gonna keep us all in the dark forever?"

Emily froze for a second, her eyes narrowing. “She’s just a friend,” she replied casually, though her tone hinted at something deeper.

"That’s one hell of a friendship,” JJ teased, though there was no malice in her words. “She’s been coming around a lot. Are you ever going to introduce us?”

Emily’s jaw tensed for a moment before she sighed. "Y/N isn’t someone who likes attention. She’s more of a... private person."

Garcia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimed in. "Private? Emily, you bring a tall, motorcycle-riding mystery woman with a prosthetic leg and a dog who looks like he could outthink us all, and we’re just supposed to pretend this isn’t fascinating?”

There was a pause as Emily considered her next words, her expression softening. "Y/N has been through a lot. She doesn’t trust easily, and she has her reasons for keeping her distance. But she's important to me."

That was the first real hint Emily had ever given the team about Y/N. No one pressed her further, though they all exchanged curious glances.

Days passed, and the team went back to their routine, but the curiosity around Y/N lingered. Who was she? What had happened to her? Why did Emily speak about her with such caution, such care?

Then, one evening, everything shifted.

It was late—long after the office had emptied out. Emily was still there, hunched over paperwork, when she heard the familiar hum of a motorcycle outside. Y/N had arrived, but this time, there was something different in her posture, a stiffness that hadn’t been there before.

Emily looked up as Y/N entered the office, Ace padding in behind her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the exhaustion of the day melted away.

“You didn’t have to come,” Emily said quietly, though her voice held an undeniable warmth.

Y/N shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. "Figured you could use the company."

Ace settled by Emily’s desk, his large head resting on his paws as he watched the two of them. There was a silence between the women, the kind that spoke more than words ever could.

Emily stood and crossed the room, her hand resting gently on Y/N’s arm. "You know," she began, "they're all dying to know who you are."

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at the closed door of the office. "Let 'em wonder."

For now, it seemed, that would be enough. The shadows surrounding Emily and Y/N’s relationship would remain, for the time being, a mystery—one that perhaps only they could understand.

And as Y/N slipped away into the night, the team couldn't help but wonder: what kind of past did she share with Emily, and what made her the one person who could always bring a smile to their unit chief’s face?

[jojikawa]

VALORANT SHIP DYNAMICS 2 💟

Ships: Sova, Fade, Sage, Cypher, Kayo, Omen (again)

This is completely for fun and not to be taken to seriously! 🌟

SOVA

Thinks you are a goddess

Sends you selfies of him and his grandmother. He talks to her about you as well. Brings you her cooking.

Is awkward but you can’t tell bc he’s so cool. You find him very charming.

Mildly protective bc he doesn’t want to be overbearing.

Is the type to want to have alone time in the private quarters of the protocol to drink hot cocoa!

Forehead kisses

Wants to teach you Russian

FADE

Your goth gf

Protects you from nightmares

Tsundere! Acts like you smother her but she really craves the affection. She is very touch starved.

Is always your rock when you need comfort from anxiety/panic attacks.

Forehead touching ❤️

Thinks you’re too good for her. Too innocent for valorant too.

Refuses to let Chamber talk to you. He’s too flirty. Pheonix too

Kissing is her favorite thing to do.

CYPHER

Literally so depressed and exhausted with everyone but you always seem to cheer him up.

Doesn’t really get why you give him time when he believes your precious time could be spent on anyone else

Gets flushed when you ask about his tech or when you express concern when it’s broken.

Respects your privacy and doesn’t spy on you.

Let’s you see his face…once.

Gets super flushed when you go on about how cute he is!

Calls you pets in Arabic like كيتي (kitty/kitten)

SAGE

You are the reason she makes difficult decisions and wants to get stronger

Mommy gf ofc. Makes your bed and does your laundry.

Cooks for you. Packs lunches.

Eskimo kisses + hand holding (falls asleep holding your hand) 🥹

Heals you first no matter what

Takes the time to learn how to do your hair

Random gift giving. Her love language is LITERALLY DOING EVERYTHING.

KAYO

Forgets that he’s a machine when he’s with you. You make him feel things that do beyond the shackles of his AI.

Let’s you hold and even throw his knife.

Regularly threatens the other agents over you. Especially Reyna.

Wonders what if you’d like him as a flesh person.

Urges to teach you self defense. He’s lost so many and he doesn’t want to lose you too 😭

Replays cute past events in his memory files while you’re sleeping. And is always storing new ones.

Can’t lie to him bc he documents everything. He can always detect when something is wrong.

More OMEN

Is a private guy so he will only ever agree to hold you when no agents are around. If you’re really needy he’ll smoke you two for privacy. Probably finds more comfort on it than you do!

Has a hard time with his whole shadows situation and not being able to remember himself before “omen” but believes that if he has you then he’s okay how it is.

Tries to be funny…fails. His voice makes the punchline go over your head.

Sends you emails to your protocol device when your away too long.

Doesn’t allow you to go on any missions alone or he is a nervous wreck.

I’ll add more soon! These are fun to write before bed.☺️ I gotta find more of these cute pictures! I get them all from Pinterest so I can’t exactly credit the original artists. Hopefully they don’t mind! - Maron!

[whrryuu]

how I think seventeen would be as an agent

hi, so this is just my opinion. feel free to share your thoughts !!

Scoups (Team Leader)

Alias: Captain

Role: Mission Commander

The calm and composed leader who strategizes operations, ensuring the team’s success. He has the ability to analyze complex situations and make crucial decisions under pressure

Jeonghan (Master of Disguise)

Alias: Shade

Role: Infiltration Expert & Psychological Warfare Specialist

With his angelic face and smooth-talking ability, he’s an expert at blending in and charming information out of people. He often takes the undercover roles that require finesse.

Joshua (Tech Specialist)

Alias: Cypher

Role: Technology & Cybersecurity Expert

Joshua is a master of technology, handling everything from complex hacking to ensuring the team's tech systems are always secure. With his sharp mind and quick problem-solving skills, he’s the one who cracks encrypted data and keeps the mission's tech running smoothly.

Jun (Stealth Operative)

Alias: Shadow

Role: Stealth Operative & Surveillance Expert

Operating in the shadows, Jun can infiltrate secure locations undetected. His skills in surveillance make him the unseen observer, gathering crucial intel.

Hoshi (Combat Specialist)

Alias: Flash

Role: Close Combat & Field Tactician

Known for his fiery personality, Hoshi’s unpredictable moves in close combat make him a lethal agent. He’s also quick to come up with creative, tactical maneuvers on the spot.

Wonwoo (Sharpshooter)

Alias: Hawk

Role: Precision Marksman & Sniper Specialist

With an unwavering focus and steady hand, Wonwoo is the team's sharpshooter, taking down targets from long distances with pinpoint accuracy. His calm presence ensures that no shot is wasted, and he thrives in high-pressure situations where precision is key.

Woozi (Tactician)

Alias: Echo

Role: Logistic & Tactical Support

Woozi stays behind the scenes, orchestrating the tactical side of missions. He’s responsible for laying out blueprints and ensuring every detail of the plan is flawless.

DK (Field Medic)

Alias: Doc

Role: Combat Medic & First Responder

DK is the team's lifeline, providing medical assistance in the field. His quick thinking and steady hands allow him to treat injuries under fire, keeping his team in top condition. With his warm personality, he also provides emotional support, boosting team morale during critical missions.

Mingyu (Brute Force)

Alias: Titan

Role: Heavy Combat Specialist & Security Breach Expert

With his imposing figure and strength, Mingyu handles high-intensity combat and breaking through enemy defenses, both physically and through forceful entry.

Minghao (Martial Artist)

Alias: Viper

Role: Hand-to-Hand Combat Expert & Field Interrogator

Hao combines precision with agility, using his martial arts expertise to take down opponents quickly. His interrogation skills are just as sharp, forcing enemies to give up their secrets.

Seungkwan (Informant)

Alias: Oracle

Role: Communication Expert & Intelligence Gatherer

Seungkwan excels at gathering valuable information from his vast network of contacts. With his sharp memory and attention to detail, he provides the team with crucial intel. His charm and wit allow him to extract information from anyone, anywhere, making him a key asset for staying ahead of the enemy.

Vernon (Codebreaker)

Alias: Mirage

Role: Cryptographer & Decoder

A master of puzzles and codes, Vernon is responsible for decrypting sensitive information, solving complex ciphers, and unlocking secured files.

Dino (The Rookie)

Alias: Blaze

Role: Field Operative & Weapons Specialist

Though the youngest, Dino is fearless in the field and highly skilled with various weapons. He's always eager to prove himself and bring his fiery energy to any mission.

[fantasiac]

JUST FOUND SOMETHING IN MY NOTES ABOUT AGENT STONE IN THE GAME CANON!

ctrl + c, ctrl v!

agent stone in game canon comic that takes place after Shadow 05 (where 06 would be and after that extra bit in shadow 05 where shadow joins gun and trains), he works under gun and idolizes Gerald

stone makes weapons for gun

commander tower sets stone up to work with Shadow

stone argues with tower

stone's tech looks like movie eggmans tech, or the generic gun robots, and then working under Eggman teaches him the beauty in design, and his designs get more artistic and expressive like eggmans, with his style being uniquely zany compared to eggman's narcissistic silly

stone adores Shadow and tries to get him to switch sides and go against gun, Shadow asks why stone is so against gun if he works for them, doesn't he want peace?

this angers stone, telling him that Gun are the people that took Maria away from him and such.

stone constantly wants to bring shadow to the dark side

stone is how Eggman gets Geralds journal in SA2, as he had found it in GUN evidence lockup

[calebjorgens2024]

Imperial Tech

just for the record, I have woken up from a dream where Tech was dressed up in the Armor of the Empire’s Inferno Squad. The armor was black and red. Tech’s Inferno Squad helmet came with a red visor. He commanded a large number of Natborn troopers alongside clones. Regardless of what conditioning he went through, he still cares for his brothers and Omega. This further has shown and proven to me that it is the basis of my newest AU Fic. Star Wars: Imperial Shadow! With all his brilliant exceptional mind, Tech will play the long game with the Empire just so he can make it vulnerable from the inside as long as he manages to act like a stone cold Imperial Loyalist!

[juooxu]

Don't Need a Partner || Leon Kennedy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR SOME ERRORS.

𓍯 ִֶָ⤑ SEMI-ANGST ; GOOD ENDING ; SOFT ; MEAN LEON ; LEON KENNEDY x READER ; F!READER

WC: 1345

✎ NOTES ⭑.ᐟ : Y/n is a member of the Shadow Corpse, a special section of the Cyna Corporation who collaborate with the DSO for a emergency mission of a radioactive acid in a hide building called VAZZA, a nuclear center.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Leon was storming down the hallways of the D.S.O base, his heavy boots clapping sharply against the cold, sterile floors. Hunnigan walked briskly beside him, her posture tense, clutching a tablet close to her chest. When she finally broke the silence, her voice was measured, but firm.

"Leon, there's been a change in your mission. You're going to be working with a partner."

Leon halted abruptly, causing Hunnigan to take a few steps ahead before she turned to face him. His face twisted in disbelief, then frustration.

"What!? Are you kidding me right now, Hunnigan?" he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if that would somehow make this bad news disappear.

But Hunnigan didn’t waver. Her eyes were serious, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Leon, we can’t refuse this. Do you know who the Cyno Corporation is? It’s a privilege to work with them."

Leon scoffed, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "A privilege? Really? If they’re such big shots, why the hell have I never heard of them?"

Hunnigan sighed, clearly frustrated by his attitude. "The Cyno Corporation controls a significant portion of the world's technology, manages biological threats, and handles disasters caused by pathogens. And I know what you’re going to ask: why don’t they handle this themselves? Because they only intervene in critical situations. This mission qualifies."

Leon barely listened as she spoke, his mind wandering. He wasn’t interested in teaming up with some high-tech, corporate lackeys. He’d rather handle things on his own, the way he always had. Hunnigan’s explanation sounded like white noise, and by the time she was finished, his irritation had only grown.

As he brooded, a large helicopter thundered into the base, drawing the attention of everyone in the area—except Leon. He didn’t bother to look, didn’t care who these "special guests" were. They were just more people he’d have to babysit.

The helicopter’s door opened, and an Asian man stepped out, followed by four others—two young men and two young women. The leader, who introduced himself as Kael, approached Leon with a polite smile, extending a hand.

"So, you must be Agent Leon S. Kennedy. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kael, the leader of the Shadow Corpse."

Leon eyed him coolly, ignoring the outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Agent Kael," he said, the words sounding forced and insincere. He offered a half-hearted smile, but it was clear he wasn’t impressed. In fact, he’d have preferred to send these people back to wherever they came from.

Kael didn’t seem to notice—or chose to ignore—Leon’s lack of enthusiasm. "This is Y/n Y/c," he said, gesturing toward a young woman who stepped forward with a shy smile, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She extended her hand eagerly.

Leon glanced at her hand, then back at her face. Reluctantly, he took her hand in his, noting the spark in her eyes as she shook his hand with both of hers, far too enthusiastically for his liking.

"I’m so honored to work with you, Agent Kennedy!" she gushed, her voice filled with admiration.

Leon felt a wave of discomfort wash over him, but it wasn’t the good kind. She was already too noisy, too eager. He could tell she was the type who would chatter non-stop, distracting him from the mission. The thought of being stuck with her grated on his nerves.

As the Shadow Corpse team wandered around the base, Leon followed them with a scowl, his mood worsening with each step. When they reached the operation center, they all gathered around a table with Hunnigan, Kael, and Leon at the helm.

The plan, at first, sounded simple: infiltrate the VAZZA facility and retrieve a dangerous acid compound. But as the details unfolded, it became clear that it was anything but easy. The facility was a fortress, a sprawling complex with nine smaller buildings surrounding a central tower that rose 250 meters into the air. The forest it was located in was so remote, so desolate, that it didn’t even appear on maps anymore. Leon felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.

"How the hell are we supposed to get there if we don’t have any—"

"Jax, give me the coordinates," Kael interrupted, his voice calm and commanding. A blonde-haired guy handed over a folder containing everything they needed—coordinates, entry points, even classified information about the facility. Leon was grudgingly impressed, though he’d never admit it.

"You’ll have these," Kael said, handing Leon and Y/n sleek, high-tech watches with tiny touchscreens. Y/n immediately began fiddling with hers, clearly familiar with the technology. Leon, on the other hand, stared at his, confused and irritated.

"We’ll send you everything you need on these," Kael explained, winking at Leon. Leon rolled his eyes. Great, more toys to figure out.

___

The next morning, Leon and Y/n were seated in a helicopter, the rotors slicing through the early morning air. Y/n was looking around, her eyes wide with curiosity, and it was driving Leon insane.

"We’re on a mission, not a goddamn sightseeing tour," he snapped, his voice harsh. Y/n flinched, her excitement deflating as she turned her gaze away from the window.

When they finally reached the forest, they could see the VAZZA facility in the distance, its dark silhouette looming ominously. Y/n looked amazed, but for once, Leon kept his mouth shut. The less he had to interact with her, the better.

Their watches buzzed with a strange sound, and a red line appeared on the screen, marked with two tiny points.

"We’re those points, and the lines are the routes we can take to reach the facility. This is the fastest one," Y/n explained, her voice quiet but tinged with excitement.

Leon’s jaw tightened as he saw the estimated time: ten hours of walking. Ten hours with this strange, talkative girl. He groaned inwardly, already dreading the journey.

As they walked, Y/n kept talking, her voice a constant stream of chatter that grated on Leon’s nerves. He tried to tune her out, but it was impossible.

"So, did you really save the President’s daughter and return to America in a motorboat?" Y/n asked, her eyes wide with admiration.

"Yeah..." Leon muttered, a sigh escaping his lips. It had been a year since that mission, and the memories still weighed heavily on him.

"Leon, look out!" Y/n suddenly shouted, but it was too late. They were ambushed by a group of soldiers, their faces covered by masks. The soldiers opened fire, and Leon and Y/n dove for cover, using the trees as shields.

The battle was intense, bullets flying as Leon and Y/n fought back. Y/n’s agility and flexibility were impressive, dodging bullets with a grace that surprised Leon. But despite their efforts, Y/n was hit, a bullet tearing into her thigh.

"Goddamn it," Leon cursed, helping her up as she winced in pain. He checked his watch; their route had changed. "We’ve got to take this road to avoid more trouble."

He set Y/n down gently, examining her wound. As he bandaged her thigh, he couldn’t help but let his frustration boil over.

"Why did you have to pick a fight so close to them? You’re not going to get any special treatment with this reckless attitude. You’re just risking your life. If you don’t know what you’re doing, why the hell are you an agent?"

Y/n looked away, her expression serious and sad. "For my older brother Remo. He was the legend of the Cyno Corporation, the strongest agent you could ever know. But now… he’s gone."

Leon’s irritation softened slightly at the mention of her brother. He didn’t know who Remo Y/s was, but he could see that Y/n’s pain was genuine. Still, this mission was no place for sentimentality. They had a job to do, and they couldn’t afford any more mistakes.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

PART 2 SOON

[vilevenom]

Welp, this has been rattling around in my head for a week now, so I had to get it out. (I might start writing a series of short little stories for the movie!verse...)

Come and Find your Kind

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (movie universe)

Pairing: Agent Stone & Shadow

Summary: Stone was just starting to get used to the idea of being alone. Perhaps, though, that wasn't what the world had in store for him.

WARNING: SPOILERS for Sonic 3

Stone woke to the sound of blaring alarms.

He groaned as he sat up, glaring down at the flashing red light his phone was emitting, reaching out to turn it off, though the alarms from the cafe downstairs continued to screech. He sighed heavily as he slid from the sheets, shoving his feet into a pair of slippers and pulling on a bathrobe as he grabbed a baseball bat from the corner of his bedroom. The last time the Mean Bean's alarms had gone off it had been because a racoon somehow managed to get in, and the time before that it was a wind storm shattering a window. At this point, Stone was fairly certain that the amount of security he'd installed was pointless, but he also couldn't bring himself to take any of it out or turn it off, knowing how much of the late Doctor's tech was stored down there. It didn't help his mood about the whole thing when Wade the town's acting sheriff at the time, had been more suspicious of him than the racoon trying to steal his bagels the last time the authorities had been involved.

More than once Stone had debated closing up the Mean Bean for good and moving somewhere else, but Green Hills had somehow become home. Even though half the town gave him a wide berth for his association with the Robotniks, while the other half only seemed to know him as 'the coffee guy', which was fine by him, really. It was easier to keep a low profile that way. It also allowed him to mourn in peace, if no one wanted to bother with him.

Yet another put upon sigh left him as he stepped into the cafe proper, bat hoisted over his shoulder as he flicked the lights on and winced at the blasting siren of an alarm. With a quick tap to a handful of buttons on a discreetly hidden panel on the wall, he shut off the alarm, shuffling forward as he looked around to see what had caused them to go off this time around.

Stone drummed his fingers along the handle of his bat, arching a brow when he couldn't immediately see what had set the siren off, becoming more and more curious as he walked through the cafe, until he finally noticed the red glow of one of the floor panels behind the main counter. After the incident with the racoon, and reviewing Ivo's old designs he'd made for GUN over the years, Stone had come across some brilliant designs for alternating gravity panels. Not wanting to have to chase another woodland creature for two and a half hours to try and get it out of his cafe, he'd decided that installing the panels throughout the flooring of the cafe would be the best way to save himself time and effort. And, obviously, whatever had broken into the Mean Bean this time had triggered one.

"Okay, little guy," the ex-agent sighed, setting his bat on the counter as he rounded the corner, "It's time to go-OH!" He froze in his tracks upon seeing exactly what had been caught by the gravity panel. Danishes and bagels were scattered across the floor, and his pastry case was wide open, while a pile of red and black quills struggled against the artificial gravity of the floor panel. "Shadow?" he whispered in awe, quickly turning to another hidden control panel on the back counter to turn the floor panel off, before rushing to the trapped hedgehog's side. "You're alive! Does that mean Ivo-" The brief flare of hope that had ignited in his heart was quickly extinguished as Shadow slowly pushed himself up onto his knees and only briefly met Stone's eyes with a look of guilt. He slumped on his knees as puffed out a breath, nodding slightly. "I…I see."

"I'm…sorry," Shadow murmured quietly, fists clenched over his knees as he stared at the floor in front of him. "I don't know what happened after the canon exploded. I woke up after I'd already landed back on earth."

"No, no, it…it's alright," Stone muttered, rubbing at his face tiredly, "It's already been weeks. This was the Doctor's first stop, the last time he went missing. If he was able to, he'd have come back by now…"

"Still, I didn't mean to give you false hope," Shadow whispered, ducking his head slightly, "I was just scavenging. I never meant to wake anyone, or cause a scene."

"Why didn't you just teleport away?" Stone asked, finally taking real stock of how Shadow looked. His quills were a disheveled mess, while his gloves and shoes were torn and filthy, respectively. He had dirt caked into his back quills, where he obviously couldn't clean himself, and he looked tired, knelt on the floor like a repentant child who'd broken something precious.

"I can't," Shadow sighed, bristling for a moment, before relaxing again, eyes wistful as he stared off into the middle distance, "I used too much chaos energy, between powering the canon and forcing it out of orbit…I was told once that, should I use to much energy, I could combust in a catastrophic explosion. I've been trying to conserve energy for the last few weeks, but I still don't feel…right."

"I see," Stone hummed, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment, before shoving himself to his feet, while offering Shadow a hand. "Well, I can tell you that sugary pastries aren't going to help replenish your energy properly. Why don't we go upstairs, and I can make you something proper?"

Shadow stared at his hand for what felt like a small eternity, his gaze finally dragging itself up to Stone's face, his brow furrowed. "But…why?"

Stone let a small smile curl his lips for what was likely the first time since he'd watched the Eclipse Canon explode above London. "Because you look like you could use a good meal, and a place to rest."

Swallowing thickly, Shadow gave a small nod as he took Stone's hand and allowed the human to help him up onto his feet. "Thank you," he said, nearly inaudible, as Stone held his hand and lead him back upstairs to his apartment.

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"This is an indignity," Shadow groused, arms folded over his chest as Stone chuckled from his spot perched on the edge of the tub.

"You're filthy. I'm not letting you sit on my couch with this much dirt in your quills," Stone hummed, dumping a bucket of water over Shadow's head to rinse the froth of soap bubbles from red and black quills.

"I can wash myself!"

"The amount of dirt coming off of you tells me something different."

Shadow rolled his eyes and sunk further into the water, earning a light laugh from Stone.

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"Here you go."

Shadow stared at the plate he was handed, his naked fingers clutching at the warm ceramic. His gloves and socks had quickly been tossed into the laundry, while his shoes were left next to the front door of the apartment. His breath caught in his throat as a blanket was draped over his damp shoulders, before Stone finally sat next to him on the couch with his own plate in hand, though it was significantly smaller than what he'd given Shadow. The dark hedgehog turned glassy eyes on the ex-agent, his breathing uneven as he watched Stone absently take a bite of his food while picking up the tv remote.

"…why are you doing this?"

"Hmm?" Stone blinked, his fork still in his mouth as he turned a confused look on Shadow.

"Why are you being so…why are you taking care of me like this?"

"I already told you," Stone hummed, pulling his fork from his mouth and swallowing his food, "Because you look like you need it."

"What do you want from me in return?"

"What?"

"The scientists wanted energy, GUN wanted power, Gerald wanted revenge…the only person who has never wanted anything from me was Maria. So…you must want something. What is it?"

Stone sighed, setting his plate aside. "I don't-" he saw the tightening expression on Shadow's face and let out another short breath, knowing he'd need to be truthful with the hedgehog. He was smarter than he looked. "Companionship? Even if for a little while…I can see you're hurt, and hurting. And we both lost someone, so I guess…I guess I'm just treating you the way I wish I'd been treated."

Shadow watched him for a moment, before nodding slightly and turning back to his plate of food. "I…think I would also like that."

"Glad that we could settle that," Stone hummed, picking the tv remote back up as Shadow finally dug into his food with gusto.

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Steven Zeitchik

Those comments sparked a backlash at the time. But many liberal Jews in Hollywood, media and tech identified with her remarks.

To some non-Jews I talked to, today’s news was just a case of a tribal rooting interest not going our way. “Oh well, you’ll get the next one,” went their vibe. But when a Jewish leader this popular from a state so necessary gets passed over, it becomes more than just a matter of losing a round of identity-politics poker — it touches an existential nerve.

Some Jews have also noted that in choosing Walz, Harris was simply trying to stay away from raising Gaza as an issue. But outside of antisemitic projection, why would it do that? The idea that a candidate would automatically want to talk more about Israel simply because he’s Jewish raises ugly tropes of dual loyalty, or worse.

Wary of seeming killjoyish, some liberal Jewish Americans also sought to find a silver lining — at least now Jews wouldn’t be blamed for administration failures, they said. They cited The Atlantic’s Yair Rosenberg, one of the most eloquent expositors of the double standards applied to Shapiro, who in a recent piece expressed some reservations about what a Shapiro vice presidency would bring.

“Anti-Semitism conceives of Jews as clandestine puppeteers who control the world’s governments and economies, fueling political and social problems,” he wrote. “A Jewish vice president would provide the perfect canvas for these fevered fantasies — a largely ceremonial figure onto whom bigots could nonetheless project all of their conspiracies, casting him as the real power behind the Resolute Desk.”

Rosenberg has forgotten more about the history of antisemitism than most of us will ever know. But this train of thought has always struck me as self-defeating. The response to fears of prejudice can’t be, “Let’s hide the Jews to prevent us from finding out about it.” 

A Jewish vice president would have been important not only because it would have signaled the latest progress of one ethnic group in America as thrillingly as Harris’ candidacy does for Americans of Black and Indian heritage, but also because it would have drawn antisemites out from the crevices, shining Louis Brandeis’ disinfecting light brightly upon them.

(That Harris’ husband is Jewish, incidentally, should do little to quell the unease. Jewish affiliations are proof of nothing except the reminder of past justifications. It calls to mind those who several years ago said Taika Waititi’s Nazi comedy Jojo Rabbit couldn’t be antisemitic because Waititi was Jewish. It wasn’t antisemitic. But that wasn’t the reason.)

Walz is a solid candidate with a strong record of speaking out against antisemitism. Just this spring he told Twin Cities PBS that, “I think when Jewish students are telling us they feel unsafe in that, we need to believe them.”

But Walz’s pro-Jewish bona fides don’t mean the decision to put him on the ticket — or the reaction to his appointment — can’t also be shadowed with antisemitism. Both can be true.

And so here liberal Jews again find ourselves, hopelessly marooned between a belief that Democratic policies are fundamentally better for our interests and yet worried we are not welcome in our own home — feeling a gentle nudge that perhaps we might find ourselves more comfortable in another place but unsure, in the end, of where else to go.

[jackiequick]

Bradley James Rogers | High Hopes

FC: Joshua Bassett (Younger), Wolfgang Novogratz (Older)

Full Name: Bradley James Rogers

Nicknames: Brad, Jamie, Rad, Dramer, Bear

Alias: None (yet!)

Age: 7-22

Height: 5’8 (Younger), 6’0 (Older)

Date Of Birth: July 28

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Place Of Birth: New York City, New York

Place Of Residency -> Currently: New York City

Family 📷

Father: Steve Rogers

Mother: Stella Romano. Strange

Uncles: Leo Strange, Thiago Strange, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilsion

Aunt: Jen Walters, Natasha Romanoff

(Extended Family): Various Avengers and other figures

Middle Name: James (A tribute to Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, as a subtle homage to their deep bond. Steve chose it to honor Bucky without making it too obvious or formal.)

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Quotes 🎙️

“I’m sorry, when was this my fault? I didn’t ask for this…”

“Yeah, sure, let’s go to Germany. Said no one!”

“Wait. I don’t get it…?”

“Oh? So he gets to fly and I don't? How is that fair?!”

“Ohh, dad’s in trouble. When should we start planning his funeral now?”

“WE’RE GOING TO SEE HAMILTON LIVE?!”

“Uh, guys can be divas too. Take a look at Uncle Tony.”

“Is that Red-Wing?! Oh shit–run!”

“..i just wanted a normal vacation so I can work on my painting..”

“Rei, I'm not going to watch IT with you!”

“Do I look like I'm ready to study magic? Cause I'm really not..what if I mess up?”

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—Personality 💫

Bradley is a blend of creative sensitivity and a quiet rebellion, the kind of kid who is perfectly content lost in his own thoughts but ready to step into the spotlight when the moment calls for it. On the surface, he’s snarky, shy, charming, witty, sweet and often uses humor as a shield against the more serious things in life.

His passion for art, theater, and flying fuels his dreams, while his rebellious streak keeps him questioning authority and pushing back against the expectations others place on him.

Though he’s got a tough, independent exterior, Bradley is a sweetheart at heart, fiercely protective of those he loves, especially his parents and close friends. Beneath his humor is a loyal, determined side that’s always there when someone needs him most—though he might not always express it in the most conventional way. He’s still figuring out where he fits in the world, but one thing is certain: he doesn’t want to live in the shadow of his parents’ legacies. He’s determined to chart his own course, even if it means sometimes challenging everything around him.

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Relationship status: Single

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—Social Circle

Childhood Friend: Rei Stark (Tony Stark’s eldest son)

Other Friends: The Young Avengers (Rochelle Romanoff, Liane, Felton, Rick Banner, etc.)

High School: The Juniors (Peter Parker, MJ, Gwen Stacy etc)

SHIELD Agents: Maria Hill’s Crew (Michelle, Melissa, Ji-Hoon, etc)

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Rei’s older, grumpy, and emo, but protective of Bradley in his own way. Bradley, with his sunny personality, always knows how to snap Rei out of his funk. While others see Rei as a loner, Bradley looks up to him. Their friendship is full of banter, talking smack about the adults, binge watching movies and genuine care for the other person, but they balance each other out—Rei keeps things real, and Bradley brings the light. Even though Rei prefers his space, he cares for Bradley, and vice versa.

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— Skills 🤹

Athletics: Bradley is a natural athlete—baseball is his sport of choice, though he’s known to dabble in other hobbies like skateboarding, gymnastics etc.

Magic Potential: While Bradley doesn’t have formal magical training, his exposure to magic through his uncles (Thiago and Leo) and his mother’s mystical ties give him a latent ability to sense magical energies. He’s been taught basic magical principles but is hesitant to tap into them, unsure of the consequences.

Tech Savvy: He’s a bit fascinated by technology, thanks to the world he lives in—especially aviation tech—and has an intuitive understanding of how things work. He can fix up his own motorcycle or tinker with old tech as a hobby.

Theater & Creativity: Bradley has a deep love for the arts—specifically musical theater, where he shines on stage. Whether it’s acting, singing, or playing an instrument, he feels most at home when he's performing or creating.

Plus The Obvious: Bilingual, Marksmanship, etc

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Bradley always had a love for sports, especially baseball. Motivated by a desire to learn and grow, he approached everything with determination—though that came with a side of stubbornness.

When he was frustrated, he’d bottle it up, which often led to some intense moments, like when he’d almost try to hit the other team with a baseball in a fit of competitive spirit. Still, that same drive made him a solid player and a great team member, with his uncles Leo and Thiago watching on in amusement. His stubbornness, while sometimes a challenge, was a reflection of his passion and motivation, and it would shape the man he’d become, always pushing him to go further and try harder.

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—Aspirations

Dreams of Becoming a Pilot: Bradley has always been fascinated by aviation. His desire to become a professional pilot is tied to his need for independence and freedom—something he feels he lacks due to his family’s legacies.

Owning a Motorcycle: Inspired by his father’s iconic motorcycle and his own love for adrenaline, Bradley hopes to one day own a motorcycle and ride it as a symbol of testing his limits.

Exploring Magic: Despite his reluctance to fully embrace it, Bradley is curious about his magical heritage. He’s been exposed to magic his whole life, but fears the power it might give him.

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BACKSTORY –🧸

It was 2:30 a.m. when Stella’s first contraction hit. She winced, trying to downplay it. “It’s fine, Steve. We have time.”

But Steve, who’d never been through anything like this, was already on high alert. “Right. Sure. Time. I’ll be back, honey.” He scrambled around, checking bags, the car, the gas tank, as if preparing for a mission.

Stella rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “We’re fine.”

By the time things got serious, Stella’s calm gave way to impatience. Hours later, she was still only at 7cm. Steve had to make sure his wife didn’t try to murder a few nurses…

When the doctor finally broke the news—Bradley was on the slight larger side—they suggested a C-section. Stella’s eyes widened. She had heard the word ‘C-section’ before, but now that it was her turn, it felt too much. “Wait—no, I—”

Steve, pale and worried but trying to mask it, gently placed a hand on her arm. “Stell, listen. We need to do this. It’s the safest option.”

“But... I wanted a natural birth. I wanted—”

“I know,” Steve interrupted, his voice a little shaky. “But we’ll do whatever we need to keep both of you safe. Please, sweetheart. Please.”

Stella looked at Steve’s face—his calm, trusting eyes—and finally, with a defeated sigh, she nodded. Steve’s smile broke through, though it was nervous.

Half an hour later, Stella was under the effects of the anesthesia, her face a bit loopy and her words a little slower than usual. “Babe...” she slurred, a silly grin creeping across her face. “Am I... am I allowed to eat after this?”

Steve, who had been nervously sitting at her side, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Uh, honey, I think you’ve earned a whole feast once this is over.” He grinned at her. “Can we keep you like this? I’ve never seen you so relaxed in my entire life.”

Moments later, the sound of a baby’s cry filled the room, and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. A tiny, perfect little voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“That’s him, right? That’s our son?” Stella asked, her voice thick with exhaustion but soft with awe.

Steve nodded with a soft smile, his throat tight. “That’s him. That’s Bradley.”

A nurse gently handed him a bundle in blue, and Steve looked down at his son for the first time. Bradley was healthy, loud, and perfect. “Hey there, big guy...” Steve whispered, brushing his hand over Bradley’s tiny head.

Stella, now fully awake, gazed at him in wonder. “He’s ours?” Her voice cracked with disbelief. “Oh my God, Steve, he’s beautiful.”

Steve smiled, overwhelmed with love and joy. “Yeah, he is. He really is.”

The couple’s eyes were glistening as they shared a quick kiss, grinning proudly. Bradley James Rogers had arrived—against all odds, with a little bit of chaos and a lot of love. A big guy, with a big future. And his parents? They were already hooked.

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– BRADLEY’S LIFE ✈️

Bradley was always a good kid. Sure, he had his rebellious streak, a natural curiosity that led him to test the waters and sneak into labs or pull harmless pranks with his uncles. But at his core, he was a sweet, charming kid with a quiet, shy side. He had this easy smile that could melt anyone’s heart and a tendency to withdraw when things got too loud or too much. He was never one to seek attention, but when the moment called for it, he could light up a room with his presence.

Steve and Stella always encouraged Bradley to follow his own path, free from the shadow of their legacies. Steve had been an art student before becoming Captain America, and he wanted Bradley to know that if he loved creating, he didn’t have to pick up a shield. Stella, who had felt pushed into the medical field by her family, was equally determined not to force her son into a predefined role. They didn’t want Bradley to feel like he had to be anyone other than himself.

And Bradley, while he was definitely aware of the world around him—superheroes, magic, spies—always felt the weight of his parents’ expectations in a different way. They wanted him to be free, but still wanted him to be able to protect himself and have a chance to take advantage of his own opportunities. He was a natural artist, shy and sensitive, with a love for creating that came from deep within. His mother noticed his passion for painting and dancing, while his father encouraged his curiosity about the world. But Bradley wasn’t interested in following anyone’s footsteps. He admired the work of his uncles and aunts—magic, tech, law—but wasn’t sure he wanted to be like them.

The day Uncle Sam Wilson took him to see The Blue Angels, Bradley felt a spark. The rush of adrenaline, the idea of soaring through the sky—that was something that called to him. He started thinking that maybe he could be a pilot, or perhaps dabble in magic or invention. He didn’t know exactly what his future held, but Bradley knew he had the freedom to figure it out, in his own time, in his own way.

Above all, Bradley was a sweet soul with a big heart. He cared deeply about the people in his life—his family, his friends, his world. And while he was still figuring out who he wanted to be, one thing was certain: no matter where he went, he’d do it with the same curiosity, charm, and heart that made him him.

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—Strengths:

Creative: Naturally artistic, Bradley excels in painting, theater, and finding unique ways to express himself.

Loyal: Fiercely protective and caring toward those he loves, even if he’s shy about showing it.

Hardworking: When he’s passionate about something, Bradley puts in the effort to succeed.

Curious: Always learning, whether through books, tech, or exploring new interests like aviation or magic.

Empathetic: A sweet soul with a big heart, always looking out for others.

Team Player: Values collaboration and pulls his weight in group settings, even if he’s stubborn at times.

—Weaknesses:

Stubborn: Once he’s set on something, it’s hard to change his mind.

Shy: Hesitant in new situations and struggles with self-doubt.

Emotionally Guarded: Bottles up feelings, often keeping his struggles to himself.

Avoidant: Tends to shy away from conflict, preferring to avoid tough conversations.

Pressure to Live Up: Feels the weight of family expectations sometimes, leading to insecurity.

Impulsive: Sometimes acts on a whim, which can lead to mistakes.

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—Bradley’s Fun Facts & Quirks

1. He’s a lyric guy when stressed. 🎶

When Bradley’s feeling overwhelmed or anxious, he’ll start quoting lyrics from his favorite songs to cope. It could be “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons or “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen. He’s like a walking jukebox, depending on his mood!

2. Not a PDA fan. 🙄

PDA? Nope. If Bradley sees two people getting all lovey-dovey in public, you better believe he’s either rolling his eyes or physically looking away. He’s a “keep it private” kinda guy.

3. Loves Disney, but doesn’t like to admit it. 🎥

Disney movies? He’s obsessed. He’ll happily belt out Hamilton songs in public, but when it comes to The Little Mermaid or Tangled? He’ll act like he’s too cool for it, but secretly, he’s got all the songs memorized. 😜

4. Sketching is his escape. ✏️

Bradley’s always drawing on something—napkins, his arms, random papers. It’s how he processes his emotions, but he never likes to show anyone unless he trusts them.

5. Not a fan of horror… unless it’s supernatural. 👻

Horror movies? No thanks. But throw in some magic or an actual plot line? Suddenly, he's all in. He’ll be terrified but secretly addicted.

6. Has a soft spot for animals. 🐾

Bradley’s a big animal lover, but there’s one thing that will always make his heart melt—puppies. He’s always ready to pet or cuddle any dog, no matter how big or small. Don’t let him see a shelter ad—he’ll end up trying to adopt a whole pack.

7. Will never turn down a game of baseball. ⚾

Whether it’s a pickup game with friends or a competition with his dad, Bradley’s always down to play. He may not admit it, but he secretly loves showing off his skills—especially to Steve.

8. He’s got a soft spot for penguins. 🐧

Don’t ask him why, but Bradley thinks penguins are the cutest animals ever. He had a whole collection of penguin-themed things—plushies, socks, notebooks, you name it. If there’s a penguin anywhere near him, he’s the first to try and take a picture with it.

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– PLAYLIST 🎼

Surf Curse - Freaks

The Fray - Over My Head

Neon Trees - Everybody Talks

Bruno Mars - Runaway Baby

Taylor Swift - My Tear Ricochet

Panic! at the Disco - High Hopes

Paramore - Ain’t It Fun

James Arthur - Safe Inside

Tom Walker - Leave A Light On

WILD - All My Life

Ashes Remain - Right Here

Billy Lockett - Empty House

Sleeping At Last - Saturn

Taylor Swift - Daylight

Sia - The Greatest

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HC: Leo, Thiago, Sam, Bucky and Tony all fought over who got to be the godfather 😉

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Phew that was a lot! 😅 I bet I missed a few beats in this post and I might add more later on

Please let me know what yall think of him! 🧐

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