#bitch lyle is better than me

[lachicavoltron333]

Not this messy ass friends saying that Ash and Hazel had a bond, in His NEW. PARTNERS. HOUSE.

[sgiandubh]

A shift

This, about one hour ago:

Probably shot last Thursday (or Friday, at the latest), 'first week done'. It's been a good while They haven't reported for duty from set - so yes, I think we can safely say something did shift, after the Golden Piggyback/Damage Control clip.

If only they'd learn that lesson and give their very much maimed fandom even more than that. After all, the jovial intern at *** seems to be back, too: not only Lauren Lyle (my God, how fame changed that girl, and not for the better) and Domboy (qui? would ask the real French cinema connoisseurs, but let's not bitch around - we like a bit of #Fersali, don't we?).

Funny how she is all radiant when a certain work colleague is around and funny how above work colleague can't help but put his arm around her shoulders. Also, cue in the sad souls who will certainly slap and correct me and say he was leaning on something.

It's not because I have relatively little time on my hands at the moment, that I will not find some to kick out absolutely ALL the fencers from my dashboard. If there's a will, there's a way. You have been warned: duplicity repulses me and if you will find yourselves blocked, you should know exactly why.

PS: gracias a ti, querida.

[onskepa]

Can we get a neteyam x human reader?? She's lyle's daughter, also human and made friends with spider. When lo'ak comes to save him, he wants to take her with him but she can't just leave her dad here

You can end it however you want

Hellooooooooooo sweetie~!!

So I hope you dont mind this being a short one, but its a good one! Enjoy~!!

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Yewn

“Do you ever think we might see them…?” Young spider asks his sister at arms, Yewn. The young girl thinks about the question and shakes her head. “I don't think so, they are dead for a long time. It is like Jake said, good riddance” she replies. 

Both lay down on top of the old lab shack, staring up at the night sky. 

“They were bad guys, and killed a lot of the na’vi…” Spider says, convincing himself of certain feelings. 

“Exactly. So stop thinking about our dads, I bet they won't even care if they do come back from the dead” 

“Kid, you won't last another day if you don't eat, '' Lyle Wainfleet says. He bends down looking rather tired and slightly annoyed. 16 year old yewn just stared at him as if he was the worst shit on the entire planet. To which he is in her eyes.

“Fuck off” was all she says time and time again.

“Yewn-”

“Shut up, don't call me that. You have no right to call me that!” yewn yells at him in anger. A lot was happening in such a short time. Her friends were attacked and held hostage, went to help, spider’s mask broke, stayed behind to help him, only to be taken and be separated from him.

The room is cold, colder than the labs. Everything was so lifeless. She hated it.

But there is nothing more she hates, than the man, or dreamwalker in front of her.

“If you don't eat, you will die, '' Lyle tells her again. And again, yewn just hisses at him.

“Good, I would rather die than confess anything to you or that old bitch!”

Lyle rolls his eyes, hopefully quaritch has better luck than him.

Her plan was cut way too short. Spider took the lead in showing the recoms how to climb, run, and jump through the big vines and floating mountains. Spider was a true expert in that field, so yewn stayed a little more behind. By adding more pressure to the weak points of the vines, the goal was to tear some down but the recoms would step on them by their own body weight. Spider was doing the same, the plan was to have them all step in a weak vine so that they can fall to their deaths. 

Obviously that didn't work. 

Lyle was quick to catch what she and spider were doing. While he did not report to Quaritch what they were quietly doing, lyle took it upon himself to straighten the kids out. 

“If you want us dead, it will take a lot more than that” he tells Yewn. And yewn would take note of it. Next time, she will do better. 

“Getting the hang of it now” Lyle says as he flies on his ikran with yewn. The girl missed flying up high in the sky. The thrill of doing amazing tricks, how nete-

No, while Yewn is still in the human's custody, no thoughts of him will appear in her mind. Anything can happen and they can use whatever she accidently shares against her. 

Besides, there is something else occupying her mind and her full attention. 

“Come on bro! We have to get them, they are still on the ship!” Lo’ak pleads to neteyam. It didnt take much to convince the older brother, nodding eagerly, both head deeper to the ship to find their friends. All the while trying to avoid enemies all around. 

Quietly they climb up some pipes and hide, lo’ak points downwards to see spider and yewn being shoved somewhere. 

“We get it! We are going, fucking bastards” spider cusses at the humans behind him. Him and yawn look really annoyed, but oddly compliant. Taking the chance, the brothers jumped and began to attack the humans. 

Yewn and spider were surprised to see them but quickly catched on. Fighting as well, the four managed to take down the humans around them. Taking the weapons, neteyam, lo’ak, spider and yewn were armed and ran for the edge of the ship. 

“Come on, come on! We are almost there!” neteyam yells, shoving yewn forward until bullets were being shot. 

“GO GO GO!” spider yells, he and lo’ak jump first into the sea. But yewn and neteyam couldnt in time. 

“Yewn get back over here!” 

Neteyam turns to see a false avatar, his gun pointing at him. 

“I won't tell you again, come here now!” the fake shouted. Neteyam looks down and sees yewn shaking. Was it fear? Hesitance?

She was close to taking a step forward but neteyam stopped her. 

Yewn looks up at him, ready to cry. 

“Are you insane!? Lets go, he won't hurt you again” neteyam burgers her, shifting her closer to the edge but yewn fights back. “No no! You don't get it! I can't just leave him!” Yewn shouts. Her fear and desperation growing. 

“Yes you can, he hurt you!” neteyam shouts back. But yewn only looks back at lyle, their eyes making contact. Yewn knows he is silently pleading to go to him. That part yewn is afraid of. To go back to lyle means to go back to those horrid conditions the general had her go under. 

“No! I just cant leave him like this-” 

“And why the hell not?!” 

“BECAUSE HE IS MY DAD!!”

“Hey lyle-” 

“You know, you can call me dad if you like…” recom lyle informs yewn in an awkward way. Yewn looks up at him, almost in a disapproving look. There was a few seconds of silence before Yewn walked on the other side of the room, not continuing what she was going to say. 

Lyle walked over to see what she wanted to tell him. “Hey, im sorry, I thought that it-” 

“Would be easier for me? Think again, you are just forcing yourself. I will never call you dad. You don't deserve that title. Not now, not ever fuckface” Yewn states with disgust in her tone. Lyle sighed, hanging his head low. Just when he thought where was progress, he took 5 steps back.

“He is my dad….and I just cant leave him….” Yewn cries out to neteyam. This was massive news to him. But he concludes that staying in the massive prison was messing with yewns mind. Making her think things that are not true. 

If they weren't in such a situation, lyle would hug her and say sweet words in her ear. Finally yewn accepted him, but now there is a problem that lies between lyle and yewn. Just one bullet should be enough to take down that savage boy of Sully’s. 

“YEWN!” he calls to her, his daughter turns to look at him, her eyes distraught, not knowing what to do. 

“Please yewn, we are so close! Come on, he is not your dad! He is dead! I won't let you be surrendering to him or any evil sky demon!” Neteyam shouts loud enough for Lyle to hear. And it is ticking him off. 

Neteyam guide yewn close to the edge, their hearts racing. To calm her as he leads her to the edge, he places his hand on her shoulder, urging her more to jump. Neteyam can finally save her!

Yewn was looking down at the sea, her ears ringing. Could she go? Could she leave lyle and-

BANG!

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! See ya!

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Yewn = express convey (a thought or feeling)

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

As always this is just an idea from me to you <3 Today I went out to do some adult things so to speak, pay house bills and stuff, the point is that when I was coming home SOME GUY I DIDN'T KNOW WHISTLED AT ME AND I'M SO ANGRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING.

So the thought that occurred to me was: y/n tells Lyle/Miles about these types of situations and Lyle/Miles does something about it against this guy. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to see these kinds of people get beat up.👹👹

Again so sorry that happened, been in situations like that myself and its just awful. Lets imagine him getting his ass kicked by 2 big blue boys!

warnings: cannon typical violence, harassment, groping, swearing

Lyle x Human!Partner

Lyle was everything you'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was funny, handsome and he just made you feel so appreciated. His hugs were the best cure for a rough day at work and that's just what you were on your way for.

For some god damn reason all the files you had to send just wouldn't work digitally. So instead you'd spent the better part of the day running paper files back and forth the base. Your feet ached and your mind was spent. You could think of nothing better than being enveloped in your lovers huge warm frame.

It was then a sharp whistle startled you, causing the coffee in your cups to slosh out onto your skin. You hissed at the scolding contact, rushing to the windows to set the cups down.

"Sorry sweet-cheeks! Coffee looks to be as hot as you." A man shouted to you from across the hall. You ignored his remark shaking the liquid from your fingers. You glanced back to see him, tall, broad and coming right towards you.

In a sudden panic you grabbed your cups, pacing quickly ahead as you heard him shout.

"Hey wait! Sorry sugar, let me see." He hollered, footsteps pounding after you. You quickened your pace, the thundering of your heart quickening in your ears. When had the halls gotten so dim and where was anyone. Alone you felt your ears ring, anxiety fizzing.

You knew him. Well you didn't know his name but you'd seen him around plenty. The creep just couldn't shut his filthy mouth. Always commenting on your clothing or just whistling. A few times he'd tried to get to you but you'd always been around others or able to dart out of sight. Right now there was no escape and he was getting closer.

"Stop you bitch! Someone's talking to you." He roared, his voice so much closer behind you. In a second his hand wrapped around your bicep with bruising force. He wrenched you to face him, the coffee cups clattering to the tile as he continued to scream at you.

You wished you'd have let Lyle come get you. He'd been more than happy to come escort you ever since he'd heard about this asshole. He was itching to show this punk who he was messing with, teach him some manners. You'd just felt guilty asking him to go out of his way after a long mission. You'd wanted to surprise him with hot drinks and cuddles.

"Dumb fucking cunt, can't follow a stupid instruction..." He trailed off. Through tears you saw his blanched face, features slack as his eyes followed up several feet above your head.

"Suggest you start apologizing now." You heard behind you, the voice of your boyfriend cutting through your thundering heart and the pain in your hands and arm. The man's grip released immediately and his hand shot back to his side as he continued staring up to Lyle. You felt his own fingers resting gently on your shoulder, a reassuring weight that squashed all fear.

"Look I'm sorry man, I didn't know she..." He babbled. In a flash he was sent sprawling to the floor, hand rushing to cover his broken nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he whimpered.

"To them!" He growled, baring his fangs as he straightened back up after his punch. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fist, ready to strike again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please I won't do it again, not to anyone I promise!" He scrambled back, eyes darting between yours and Lyle's. You nodded and with a flick of Lyle's chin the man scrambled to his feet, scurrying off down the hall.

"Aww baby let me see." Lyle cooed, his voice softening. Lyle's cool fingers brought your reddening hands up. You met his eyes, the twist of rage swept away by his concern. His thumb swept a tear from your cheek before he pecked it.

Despite yourself you giggled, allowing him to scoop you up.

"Come on let get you seen to." He grinned. The same hand that struck out now gently resting under your knees.

Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Reader

There was no hiding anymore. No scurrying by unnoticed or blending in. You were over 7ft of blue recom now. Despite the strength and endurance your new body gave you, you still felt vulnerable. For all the power you had physically at your finger tips you felt helpless in this situation.

For a couple weeks now they'd been following you. At first you hadn't been sure. They'd been there in the canteen when you ate, or in the gym at the same time. Then you'd seen them more in the halls, always just heading the same way until one day you darted into an office. You watched the small group fan out, heading down different paths in search.

Your stomach dropped that moment. You couldn't justify it in your mind anymore, they were stalking you. It was after that they started to get bolder.

You supposed all pretense was over, they figured they'd been caught and were pushing your boundaries. They'd whistle together as you passed, laughing when your ears pinned back. Then came the comments, sexual innuendos or remarks about your new body.

What could you really do? If you got mad, retaliated they'd go crying off to the General or worse your Colonel. Who'd they really believe anyway and it's not like HR would side with you. They'd make something up, twist it to be your fault. Claim innocent as they cowered from your fangs. So you stewed in your discomfort for weeks.

You'd just joined your team at lunch when you felt a shiver run up your spine. You didn't even have to turn to know they'd come into the cafeteria. Still you couldn't help the way your tail thrashed or your ears pinning back.

Miles noticed, his eyes flicking up mid bite, eyebrow cocked. You couldn't meet his gaze, cheeks burning. You just prayed they'd leave you alone, that they wouldn't shame you in front of your team.

"Oh hey Y/n!" You heard the man call, his voice sing song as he grabbed your tail. You shrieked, the violating contact was a new low for him.

"Aw kitty don't be like that, just wanna play." He crooned, hand smearing down your tail before he slung it over your shoulder. You wanted desperately to shove him away, to hiss and claw but he couldn't have picked a worse time. No way you could act out like that right in front of Quaritch.

"Good kitty" he purred, stinking breath fanning out against your cheek. His other hand crept up making contact with your chest before groping your breast.

Your eyes flicked to meet Miles in a panic, a desperate plea. His jaw was tense, teeth grinding and something manic in his bulging eyes. In a second he had the man half pulled across the table by his collar, hissing wildly in his face.

You were stunned, frozen in place whilst Quaritch proceeded to throw the man to the ground. He screamed, scuttling back before Miles foot slammed down onto his chest. He let out a pathetic wheeze, finger nails clawing at a boot the size of his torso.

"Fuck that's the Colonel." You heard shrieked, turning just in time to watch the man's friends abandon him. He heard it however, hand stilling as he stared up in terror.

"Tch, should have your tongue for that, maybe a few less digits if you don't know to keep 'em to yourself." Quaritch growled down, a manic grin spreading across his lips.

"Colonel!" A firm voice sounded. Another choked breath left the man as Miles leaned more weight down his leg before he lifted his boot. The man scrambled back and to his feet, though his legs shook so hard it made him stumble.

Quaritch's face fell before turning calmly to General Ardmore and offering her a salute. The table followed suit, your own body reacting on muscle memory as your mind still reeled.

Ardmore gestured Quaritch to follow before sauntering off. He turned back to the man, his tail thrashing behind him and the wicked grin returning.

"Happy huntin'" Quaritch drawled in a low register to the man. Quaritch moved to your side, a tight smile on his lips. He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before following after Ardmore.

The man went to leave but Fike leaned suddenly towards him. He squeaked stumbling into a run out the doors. Around you your team broke into laughs. You knew you'd have a lot to explain later but for now you just felt safe at last.

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

This is after your attempt of suicide...

You slowly opened your beautiful colored eyes by blinking a couple of times before fully opening them wide. The lights were too hard and bright.

Then you remembered slowly. You cut your wrists and fainted from blood loss.

Is this heaven? You believed to be a good person. You felt happy. A place of bliss. Sadly, you saw the Colonel sitting on a chair. His chest was heaving hard and his teeth looked clenched together.

Uh. Oh. He looked feral. Like a primal Navi. A true beast.

You began to shake. Who will protect you now? Your father was dead since you were a child. He was an Alpha man. He protected your mom, yourself and others. A true gentleman. And Grace, she would defend and your other science friends. Now, you were alone.

"Hello, Princess." He drawled. He slowly stood up to his height and began to walk to your hospital bed. "Did you dream of me? You were out cold for a long time."

You gulped. "I don't remember anything when I slept."

The Colonel was right besides you. He nodded. "You almost took your own life Infront of my twins. You left them vulnerable and they started to cry. If staff didn't heard them. You would have been dead by now." He hissed l.

He grabbed your neck and tilted your face up. "you are so rebellious. Always surprising me. Behind my back, you are always up to some stupid shit."

You grabbed his hand to lessen his hold.

"I thought you changed. You broke my heart many times. You made me into a fuckin' pussy. You disgraced me. Besides the women in my family, women are evil bitches."

You coughed and tears leaked out. Will you die?

The Colonel let go of you. He then slung you over his shoulder with ease and walked. He told almost all soldiers to report to the gym. He used his ear piece.

Lyle was the only survivor of the Recom squad after the final battle. Others died. Good

New soldiers as Navis were now with Quaritch. Human soldiers and recoms gathered in the gym looking confused.

The Colonel got a huge chair and placed it in the middle of the gym. He sat down then dropped you to the floor. You landed on your ass.

You were on your knees as you looked up at the Colonel.

He then pulled his Marine pants and boxers down. He was showing his penis. Erected and ready to explode.

Some soldiers cringed in disgust and looked away. Lyle blinked. The fuck will happen? Lyle's eyes widened in fear. The Colonel will not...

The Colonel clutched the back of your head and made your face close to his dick. It was oozing cum.

"since ass whippings and freedom loss won't tame that bitchy attitude, degradation will."

You began to shake your head. "Please no." You whispered.

"I won't make a woman make a fool out of me again. I am done being nice. Fuck this diplomacy shit. You will obey all my orders from now on. Your opinion will not be heard again. You brought this shit on yourself. Blame yourself and not me. I spoiled you."

His dick looked like a volcano with lava.

The Colonel smirked. "Impressive huh?" He bucked his hips up. "I purposely stopped masturbating to store all my seed so you can swallow."

You tried to get up to leave but the Colonel's clasp in your scalp tightened.

"Hurry. Give the others a show. Some don't have girlfriends."

You stopped sobbing and began to hiccup and cough. Slowly you grabbed his penis causing his breath to hitch. You slowly covered your whole mouth. But not his whole dick

The Colonel sighed in disappointment and shook his head. "come in, slut. I know you can do better than that."

So, you did it. You magically covered his whole dick in your mouth... and throat. You almost clocked. Your tears continued oozing out of your eyes like his semen kept oozing from his dick. You felt so humiliated. You could look to the side or anywhere out of shame.

Meanwhile, there was mix reaction to the soldiers. Some Navis who found you hot enjoyed and was turned on. The thought of a man being a man.

Others were disgusted. Not because they respected women. They were misogynist too. But they didn't want to see another guy's dick. But Lyle was different.

Lyle raped women as a human before. He looked down and shook his head. He raided cities and other places on earth. He did the same shit. Now, he hated himself.

He now regretted being evil by raping. He didn't regret killing Navis but after seeing your pain. He wished he never raped s woman.

He was jealous of his boss for having you. He wished he was like the Colonel. Now, Lyle somewhat hates him. He loved the Colonel as a friend in other areas. Not in this subject of women objectification.

....

The Colonel on the other hand felt so alive. He was mad he lost against Sully. Again. He also lost his first son Miles. Miles ran away from him to Sully.. Some squad friends. Only Lyle and his Ikran survived.

He was humiliated and stressed. You made it worse by trying to leave him. Again.

He finally cummed in your mouth. You then sat down on the floor with overflowing mouth of cum. Gasping for breath.

The Colonel smirked in satisfaction. He stood up and zipped up his pants. "Good girl." He picked you bridal style from the floor and left the gym without looking at anyone.

"dismissed."

[prager-lover]

 uCat Fight

Recoms 

Did I see @idkjupiterdraws post about this and cry of laughter? Yes. Go check out their blog its funny as shit

Content Warning: Fist fighting between 2 blue kitties, swearing, egging on violence, Quaritch acting like a dad

a/n Bro dont even got waves but for the sake of the fic he does

Brown should have left it alone

He should have shut the fuck up and went to bed but no, his ass just wanted to start trouble. You know, you cant blame him, he's bored out of his mind. That explains why he started bugging Lopez. Now, Lopez was a very "dont fuck with me or i'll slap the shit outta you" kind of guy. Thats what made him such an easy target for Brown.

"Hey kitty cat."

He walked up to Lopez who was trying to sleep on a chair, flicking his ear which responded with a twitch. Lopez opened his eyes with a jolt. All of the recoms were sitting in a common area, there was nothing to do but sit alone in your room, so why not hang out with people you knew? There were six sets of bunk beds, one for each of the recoms. Fike, Prager, Walker, Zhang and Warren were dozing off, tails swishing lazily. Whoever designed the space made a bad decision for a shared sleeping quarter, because nothing but trouble was sure to come of it. Ja was playing cards with Mansk, Z-Dog and Lyle. The Colonel was off in his private room, probably doing paperwork despite how late it was.

Lopez closed his eyes again after giving Brown a glare, trying to gain his peace back. Brown wasn't having it. He snuck up behind him and gave his tail a little yank. With a startled yelp, Lopez jumped from his seat. The noise woke up Warren, who had fallen asleep on a bottom bunk.

"What the fuck man." Lopez hissed.

"Sorry kitty cat." Brown jumped back from Lopez, who had kicked his leg out in hopes of tripping him.

“Watch who you’re talking to tú pinche raton.” Lopez walked towards him now. The two of them had moved to almost the middle of the room, circling each other like they were in a ring. Brown was still smiling when Lopez hissed at him, a low and dangerous sound. Every pair of eyes were on them now, but they all knew better than to get inbetween them. Lopez was feisty, he wouldnt stop a fight just because someone tried to intervene. Lyle gave Mansk and Z-dog a look. Were they actually gonna fight? 

“Here kitty kitty.” Brown lunged at Lopez, yanking harder on his tail this time. Lopez caught his arm and twisted it behind his back. The room erupted in to cheers. Ja climbed onto a high bunk with Prager. “We got the front row seats man.”  They had all been a bit antsy, no one was used to sitting around doing jackshit for so long so this was a welcome burst of energy. Brown snarled as he fell to the ground, using his leg to kick Lopez in the tailbone.

 “Cmon little bitch hit me.” Brown was laughing. Z-dog was laughing with Walker, but Mansk was still sitting at his table counting cards, thinking about how he didn't need this shit right now he just wanted to sleep. Lopez had managed to kick Brown off him, and in an instant they were standing again. they had their arms raised, but it was Lopez who hit first. Square in the nose, the crowd sucked in their breath.

“FUCK HIM UP LOPEZ.” Was met with a mix of “STRAIGHT THROUGH BROWN CMON.” The room was chanting for their sides, laughing while the two fought. Lyle had left the room but no one noticed. Lopez pulled the back of Brown’s shirt over his head, making him fold forward.

“GOT YOU, HIJO DE PUTA.” He laughed, tongue darting out of his mouth. He managed to rip Brown’s shirt off. Quite literally, it had ripped at the sleeves. Brown looked at it, nose bloody, his face frowned for a moment. 

“I actually liked that shirt asshole.” Lopez faltered for a second. The fuck he mean he liked that shirt? He owned 5 copies of the exact same damn shirt. With him distracted, Brown pulled Lopez into a headlock and roughly started knuckle dusting his hair. 

“WHERE’RE YOUR WAVES NOW BITCH?” He yelled, spinning in a circle to disorient him. The Latino snarled again, clawing at Brown’s arm, screaming curses in Spanish. Everyone was yelling and chanted for their team, it would only be a matter of time until someone ran into the room thinking some rogue Na’vi had infiltrated base. Lopez pushed his waist into Brown and used all his body weight to pull him over his shoulder. Fike let out a startled sound when Brown’s body hit the floor with a loud thunk that moved a deck of cards on the nearby table. 

“Y’ALL ARE GONNA GET US IN TROUBLE SHUT THE FUCK UP.” 

No one listened to him, this physical altercation was too funny. Both of the boys ears were flat against their skull, teeth bared like viperwolves. Lopez again lunged at Brown, knocking him to the ground. He began punching Brown again right as the door flew open.

“What in the ever-loving FUCK is going on in here.” A loud southern drawl called out, pissed off beyond usual. Shit it was the Colonel. He walked in the room, bending down so he didn't hit his head on the door frame, which was much lower than the ceiling. On his tail was Lyle, who's big eyes were scanning the room guiltily. Lopez looked up to see Quaritch’s angry face staring daggers at him. The colonel moved towards him as Brown’s head hit the floor, letting out a whimper as it did. Quaritch pulled both of them up by their ears, their whines filling the now dead silent room. 

“ I LEFT, FOR HALF A GOD DAMN HOUR.” He was yelling at them, making a passing by scientist jump in fear. “AND I COME BACK TO A DAMN CAT FIGHT.”

His ears were flat as he berated the two of them, who looked at their shoes sulkily. “That's it. All of you,” He turned to look at the others, who had been watching him with big eyes, surprised by how paternal he was acting, even as their superior. “All of you, in bed. Now.” No one answered for a second, they didn't know if he was joking or not, they were grown fucking adults. “NOW.” The ones not already in a bunk quickly got to one. Z-dog punched Lyle’s shoulder as she passed him. “Snitch.” she muttered. “You too Lyle, you should have stopped them in time.” Lyle turned to his superior, about to oppose but Quaritch’s glare was enough to silence him. His ears drooped as he got into the bunk under Prager, who slapped Lyle’s head as he got into bed, calling him a snitch as well. Quaritch pulled Brown and Lopez to bunks, hoisting Lopez into the top one, who let out a surprised yelp again, but said nothing. The Colonel walked towards the door now, back stiff and arms at his side. He shut off the room lights, now being illuminated by lights in the hallway only. 

“If I hear another peep out of this room tonight-” A few of the recoms started protesting. 

“We’re grown damn adults Colonel what the fuck?” Z-dog called out.

“I didnt even do anything!” Fike said, sitting upright in bed.

“THE NEXT PERSON TO SPEAK CLEANS IKRAN SHIT FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.” Quaritch shouted, his tail jerking around behind him. The room was silent except for Ja shuffling around in his bunk.

“If I hear another sound out of this room tonight, I swear you’ll be wishin’ you never woke up as a recom. Do I make myself clear?” No one answered him, the fear of cleaning up after the Ikrans was too powerful.

“I said, do I make myself clear Marines?”

“Yes Colonel.” Was the surly reply from them all. He closed the door behind him, leaving them in total darkness and silence.

Browns voice came out in a whisper, they could tell he was smiling. “Fuck you Lopez.”

“Que te folle un pez coño.” The room giggled at his reply before Lyle shushed them all.

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I like to think im funny. tbh I could have done so much better but oh well, I just wanted to write this because why not. We live on a floating rock. Have a good day, drink water so you don’t die.

[tomanyships69]

911, season 1 episode 10: A Whole New You (last part of my series. I will keep watching and might make a post occasionally, but not for every episode.)

I forgot Abby's mom died last episode...

God buck is being so sweet, and I don't have to really like Abby to feel bad for her right now.

Double call and she's British, but let me guess not really

BOOM I was right she's just having a stroke!

I just want Buck to be happy but I really don't think it should be with her, they could have been fine as friends.

Bobby is trying to take a selfie and looks like such a dork (me too)

Tell me it's not a dating app

It is, oh boi

Busting his balls but being supportive too.

It does look like a real estate ad

Hen is a cheater, Chim hasn't had great luck and Buck is a recovering sex addict but some how right about being the best choice.

Wait wtf quick turn around???

Dating theme so far, so I'm assuming the lady got catfished.

Buck is so upset because nobody believes him, poor boy.

For Athena's storyline, I enjoy them trying to do what is right for themselves and the kids. I also like that they still care and show affection to each other for comfort.

Just because it isn't romantic doesn't mean they didn't build a life together.

Okay the show doesn't mind bordering on the more supernatural elements of stuff huh.

God I love carla so much 💜

Poor lyle out here paralyzed in a morgue

Ope, there goes the mortician, down for the count.

This dude goes through something so horrifying multiple times but keeps doing so for the lol's

That poor mortician suffering because this dude is high on life.

I know they are still together because of things I've seen, but I really wish they never did a cheating storyline. I don't even know how or why Karen would forgive her.

Like I don't know who I feel bad for more, Buck or Abby because as much as I'm indifferent/dislike their love story. These bitches cannot catch a break. Always getting interrupted or something going wrong. Literally a relationship doomed from the start.

Poor Buck trying to be honest and nobody believes him. One of the worst feelings in the world.

Dude going through a midlife crisis and the motorcycle employee could not give less of a fuck.

I actually think motorcycles are cool as hell but they are dangerous and I would not get on one if my life depended on it.

Immediately proving my point dude got literally split in two.

Bobby is going through it, but Athena is helping him and he is looking at her so sweetly 🥺

They are praying together, gosh my poor heart.

Gross, this dude looks like he might pop like a balloon. At least Buck is trying to show him some level of courtesy.

This coroner is so annoyed, but he's a little bit of a douche so I don't care.

He did not pop, but this might be worse.

She is planning on leaving for an extended period of time on a journey of self discovery, and did not discuss it with her partner at all. Selfish behavior and bad communication skills (ironic for an operator)

She broke his heart and he still trying to be supportive. It feels like he cares more about her than she does him. Also idk if he has mommy issues but man that age gap is getting to me more.

Bobby is handsome and I hope his date goes well.

OH SHIT HE TOSSED THE BOOK!!!

Good for him!

Karen is home, but no explanation for why yet.

Buck got better with his words, that's the real character growth here.

Bobby got a date with Athena!

Fitting one old fashioned person out of practice for another.

Mostly a great episode, can't wait for the next season!

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Character Evolution in Secrets of Sulfur Springs

This is about casting and physical attributes, not about development. This is about a show I truly love, and not one that I hate. These are all observations and thought processing about the casting of the Tremont/Dunn family in the series.

Daisy: Kyliegh Curran | Ashley B. Jones

So! Our girlie Kyliegh played her great grandmother (or great great grandmother? - I forget, Daisy, as a kid) And, I was like, "Well... it's not perfect.

You can't tell how much darker this woman is than Kylie in her photos, but on the show, she looked a tinge too dark for me to fully invest in the idea that she was well cast, but I rationalized that maybe she was inside more as a kid and then you know, was just lightskint like a light skinned biracial because of that when she was young. (I have met people whose parents tried keeping them inside on sunny days so they wouldn't get too dark), which is wild and off topic, because I don't think that would happen with Daisy, but saying IF she was simply inside a lot more as a kid, she could be that much lighter than the child actress vs the adult actress.

Harper's mama is biracial, I think. I feel like the kid that played her mom is, though Idk if the lady is or not. I do know that Kylie's character is supposed to be fully Black, even though the actress is not, irl. And her ancestor, Daisy, who she played had two pretty unambiguously Black parents and her and her little brother came out light skinned. Him, looking like his mama, her looking like the milkman's child..

Grace (Daisy's Mom): Kenneisha Thompson

Now... this happens sometimes in real life. But like I've said before - it don't happen nearly as much irl as it do on TV. So, Kyliegh as that woman - meh. Not a great casting choice, if not a bad one.

I understand they needed them to be identical to make the plot work, but I don't understand why everybody in the family is clearly Black then come her, actually biracial, and then here she come again a couple generations later, as Harper. Lol.

Her mama though Jess Dunn: Izabela Rose | Diandra Lyle

They did better in skin tone, but I would love sometimes for productions, especially big money bitches to try to do some side by sides every now and then and be like, "Are we sure this is the right choice?" or acknowledge some of the wild changes.

Where is a wide nosed sista to play this mama? Did she get a nose job at some point? We just supposed to imagine her nose was always that dainty? It has nothing to do with the plot, but Idk how I would overlook that you have such a drastically different nose in your adult life than you did as a kid. Her grandmother had a wide nose (scroll up) and she had one as a kid, then it just... went small when she grew up?

I am a big nosed bitch... and my nose was SMALLER as a child, because I was smaller. I actually was quite aware of Izabela's nose when she was Young Jess because we were going back and forth in time, from her nose to Diandra's nose. BEAUTIFUL WOMAN! They are both so lovely. They just do not look like people who grew up to be that person! Ma'am you didn't contour away all that nose. (I love both these actresses).

The fact that I dwell on this casting has nothing to do with their performances and everything to do with how badly I want casting to try to get people who actually look alike when they are playing the same character, unless for some reason within the story, they somehow look different. This Is Us only magnified my fixation on this subject. Most of them people looked just like them kids.

This is the man who plays Harper's daddy, FYI:

But like we said, we rationalizing that Mama Dunn is biracial, or at the very least so lightskinned that a biracial girl could be her daughter, especially since her negro nose with Jackson 5 nostrils turned into one of them Vogue magazine joints in her adult life.

Now this one... Baby...

It's just absurd. This is where we gotta draw the line, throw in the towel, stop rationalizing that there is a phenotype at play skipping generations or whatever else we could do with our earlier casting choices.

This photo is lighter than the woman is and you can still see that this is a whole nother human that would not in this universe that we currently know of, under any circumstances according to our knowledge of science, would this beautiful biracial baby girl grow up to be this absolutely unambigously Black, dark skinned woman!! She just wouldn't!

Two very lovely people who acted they asses off and earned them Disney paychecks and Disney better had paid them what they was worth. Because they both said that they was gon' out act whoever in this scene when Ruby got onscreen.

Whoever did this casting said, "F**k it, Girl. Call who we know," because ain't no way, Chile. Ain't no way y'all was putting no kinda thought or planning into this woman growing up from that girl. When she said she was Ruby, I said, "RUBY WHOOOOOO?"

Ruby: Jaidyn Triplett | Joyce Guy

I won't go into any further tangent about how the darkest ones cast in the family were the ones we didn't see much of, or in Ruby's case, the literal Magical Negro that had to save the day........................

I truly enjoy the show. It's a fave. But, yes. It has it's issues and I have mine and now that they are out of my head, because as a wise friend once said, "Misery loves an audience" (Shoutout to Noah, a Queen of Quotes) - I can now live in peace. Yes, and continue watching this, even though they have this problem in casting.

Sometimes, people think that colorblind casting only applies to when you just cast anybody for any role, willy-nilly, but this is an offset of colorblind casting, as well. Colorism casting, maybe. Where any Black person will do, despite looking nothing like the same character that they're supposed to be portraying. Or where certain skin tone versions of that character has more screen time. Sometimes, this is done through photos or short flashbacks...

But this show had these people onscreen talking and had us getting to know them and then colorblind casted them in different eras of their life. And perhaps I only notice it in Black people, because I don't have any type of face blindness when it comes to us. If that is the issue they're having, maybe they need people who can tell the difference between Black people and their skin tones and facial features to handle that aspect of a job.

That's all I have for now. Do watch the show, though. If you can handle fw with Disney. I mean, it's out there free, but I know some people are even not for that and I commend you. I be watching some of they stuff for free still, and this lil' rant? Ramble. This lil' ramble has been sitting in my lil' brain for a time.

Idk what it is called or if there is a name for it. Whenever they do the colorblind casting or the colorism casting within the same character. It feels like it needs it's own word. It's different from when they simply change the character from one medium to the next, to be within the same universe and have a person that simply does not share that character's physical characteristics, even though they're the same character.

End ramble.

Wait. Last note: This is a Black and Black biracial people's post. Anybody else who pass through, don't get cute. I'll blast you right to the block.

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"Bitch." Jackson spat at her, before turning back to Milo, "And you......you want a fight, you stick freak. Heh, come on then, I'll snap you like the twig you are."

"Don't say Lyle didn't warn you." And Milo charged right at him, which.....Jackson honestly hadn't expected. But he didn't become a lieutenant colonel by being surprised easily, and he met the smaller man, easily. Trading blows and even landing a few. Jackson grinned, he'd be done with this idiot soon.

"Pay attention, Lyle. I'll show you a real man, not whatever this puny thing is." He laughed as Milo's knife missed him and sailed out of his hand when Jackson hit him next.

The knife landed near Rourke, just as Milo had planned. What Jackson didn't realize was that his opponent was checking himself, altering his aim just enough to not be the critical strike he was capable of while still letting him look like he knew what he was doing, creating the illusion that Jackson was beating him. Which was exactly what Milo wanted. He could see the man getting bolder, his ego swelling. Milo even threw in a few gasps to sound like he was getting tired, to better sell the act.

When he saw Lyle pick up the knife, he knew it was time for the next phase of his little plan. He knew how Rourke still regretted not being able to save those he loved from his father. Well now he was going to get his chance. Milo got Jackson good and riled up, his face red, by throwing a few taunts and jabs at him, which culminated in Jackson cursing him a blue streak......and throwing a punch that sent Milo flying through the air, only to land a few feet away. And there he stayed, unmoving, as Jackson sneered and stalked over to him, using a foot to turn him over, sizing up his fallen foe.

Rourke's blood boiled with the things his father said to Milo, about Milo, even though they clearly fell on deaf ears. Rourke was a bit concerned. Milo was good, but he knew his father was too.

And then his heart stopped, color draining from his face as Milo went down and stayed there. And the way his father just looked at him like dirt. He could see the big bruise on Milo's cheek where he'd been hit. And then he watched Jackson get down.......and hit Milo again. Just like he used to do to Lyle and his mother.

The sound of the second hit snapped Rourke's restraint, and with a growl that turned into an almost feral cry, he barreled at Jackson like the human freight train he was, slamming into the man from the side, not caring if he broke anything, yet still being composed enough to avoid stepping on Milo.

"Big mistake, Dad. Very, very big mistake." If Rourke's voice didn't convey it, his eyes certainly did. Where before, they had been colder than the darkest reaches of space, now they blazed like a million suns. The fires of Hell were mere candles next to the fury in his son's eyes now. And even Jackson could tell, something had now been unleashed that had lain dormant for a long time.

"I never cared what you did to me, you bastard. I cared what you did to HER."

"What I did with Rachel was-" Rourke sent him reeling back with a hard punch to the face.

"YOU DON'T SAY HER NAME!! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SAY HER NAME!!!" He roared. With Jackson still distracted, Rourke sliced open his arm with Milo's knife. The very same injury the man had once given him, when he was just three.

"I couldn't save her back then, I couldn't stop you then. But now? Now you've hurt someone else I love. Only this time, you won't get a chance to do it again." He came for him again and again.. Jackson had to admit, Lyle was good. And fast, too. He was having trouble blocking his son's attacks. He couldn't shake those eyes, blazing with fury, yet laser focused on him, like a predator toying with its prey before the kill.

It took all of Milo's will to remain limp as Jackson attacked him after he fell.....only to be charged by Lyle. And what little he could see of the fight, he had to try hard not to smile as Rourke finally let out his pent up rage on the source of said rage. Rourke was merciless, but unwilling to end it quickly.

"I'm not going to just outright kill you, that's better than you deserve. Doom, got any other creative ideas for what this sack of shit disguised as a human deserves? No offense to actual sacks of shit." He'd seen a flash of movement from Milo, and of metal from Jackson, and was steadily backing them toward Milo again.

Much like she did when she randomly showed up with the Monolith on the roof, Doomsday sends a text to the Atlantis boys, telling them to meet her for a surprise.

This time, though, she tells them to meet her in one of the old buildings outside of the Office, one of the dead ones so as not to disturb anybody or anything.

She's really excited for them to find this surprise. When they arrive, they'll find their ghost friend standing there inspecting her fingernails, while she has one of her big black boots pinning down a man who is currently struggling useless on the filthy floor of the building. She's quite strong despite being a weightless ghost, and so the man just looks like he's swimming in place, kicking up all kinds of debris, although his screams are muffled on account of the sock stuffed into his mouth.

This man is Rourke's father.

When she sees her two buddies arrive, she grins. "Hey hey! Took you two long enough. Look what I found just sitting around a few timelines back exactly where I was looking for him, ehehehehe. Hoo hee hoo ha ha! Ready to party?" she asks, laughing, gesturing over at all the tools she's laid out for them to use.

Leaning against the wall are just about any kind of weapon you can imagine. Anything from knives to baseball bats to a literal rocket launcher.

(Be as little or much graphic as you like. x) )

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Milo was confused, having never seen the man before. But Rourke was frozen in shock at the face he'd never expected he would see again.

Jackson Rourke was, of course, pissed. This weird woman had just grabbed him from the bar, where he'd just declared loudly for the millionth time to some nosy person that he didn't have a son. While he knew very well the boy had joined the Army, Jackson told everyone either that the kid was dead or he'd never existed. He was actually glad the day his wife died. It meant she wouldn't stand in his way anymore, as he did what he needed to make sure his son became a real man, not soft like his damn mother insisted on letting him be. As soon as she was gone, he smacked the tears off his ten year old son's face before he knocked him to the floor and gave him something to cry about. The boy had been unconscious and beaten bloody, laying on the floor beside his mother's bed (where her still-warm corpse lay), when Jackson left the room to fix himself a drink. Not his fault the kid was soft and weak.

He hadn't seen Lyle since the boy ran off at age fifteen, yet when he looked up at the newcomers, he knew the bigger man in the gray tank top, green military pants, brown boots, and black fingerless gloves was his son instantly. He had his mother's deep, dark brown eyes. Eyes that went cold when they met Jackson's......yet filled with a disgusting softness and warmth when he looked at the man with him. Though in Jackson's mind, 'man' only applied loosely to this skinny stick freak with those ridiculous huge glasses, which announced the man was deformed somehow.

Milo just had a feeling about today and as a result was dressed a little more dramatically than usual. He was in a black tank top, black pants, lightweight black boots, black wraps around his forearms, and a black leather collar with silver spikes (they were harmless, they only looked sharp.....yes, Lyle had used that pun). He looked like someone out of an action movie. Which was fitting for what was going to happen.

"Uh.....who is he?" Milo asked, snapping Rourke out of his thoughts.

"Sorry. Milo, my love-" Jackson's eyebrows shot up. No way was that right. HIS son? Liked men? And liked.....THAT!? No. No no no, "-meet Jackson Rourke. My.....father." Now the stick man's eyes went as cold as Lyle's, and his lips even curled back into a surprisingly menacing snarl as he looked to Jackson.

"So it's YOU who made my Lyle's life hell." Milo hissed through gritted teeth, his hands in fists at his sides as he stalked toward the man under Doom's boot. He was deliberately slow, like the Terminator, his eyes cold yet blazing at the same time.

"I'm normally not a violent man, Mr. Rourke. But for someone who would do the things you've done to their own child-a CHILD!!-I will make an exception." Jackson was distracted trying to be disgusted by the spit he felt hit his face, and as a result, never saw the foot coming as Milo spun around and drove the toe of his boot HARD into the man's face. Blood and a tooth or two (and the sock) flew from his mouth. He barely had time to recover before Milo's other foot slammed into him just as hard from the other direction, and by the time he recovered from that, Milo had a knife in his hand.

"Get up." He growled.

"Fuck you." Jackson spat, only to be yanked up by his son.

"I would very strongly advise you NOT to piss him off any more." Rourke said, "You WILL regret it." Rourke knew very well that Milo could fight, Rourke, along with Kida and others, had taught him. Now, Rourke found it amusing when someone picked a fight with Milo, thinking it would be an easy win. He knew they had a nasty surprise in store for them.

Milo knew he had this advantage too, and he planned to use it now, as he challenged Rourke's father.

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I’ll always be there for you

Credits: @bluekernal / @quaritchsgirl

Pairing: Avatar!Miles Quaritch & Kid!Miles Socorro

Summary: After Lyle fell ill, Quaritch and young Miles quickly followed suit. Even though the colonel was in a meeting with some wealthy government officials, the 4-year-old wanted to be with his father because he was feeling awful and since Claire, the nurse, had left him alone, he went to his father.

Notes: Please take a moment to read this. Check out @bluekernal / @quaritchsgirl ’s blog because she created this AU, and let me tell you, her artwork is incredible.This fanfiction was greatly inspired by her drawings.

While Miles did pass away in this fanfiction exactly like in the original film, the RDA would have started this project earlier because the avatar body was already on Pandora and the humans hadn’t been sent back to earth. The humans are still living there, but the Na’vi still don’t accept them so fights ensure from time to time. Even though Quaritch is an avatar now, he still retains his previous memories, and he continues to serve in the ‘military’ on Pandora without his consent since he literally became the RDA’s propriety, but Jake Sully isn’t that important to him, his son on the other hand is what matters most to Quaritch.

Bored out of his ever loving mind, Quaritch sat in the meeting room with Z-Dog, Mansk, and some of the other humans, including Parker and approximately five different government officials. They were constantly complaining about how the unobtanium hadn't already arrived on Earth and expecting to lose millions if they didn't receive any supply by next week.

For roughly five minutes, when he paid attention, that is what they complained about. But could anyone actually blame him? His head felt heavy, his sinuses felt like they were on fire, and he wasn't feeling good. He had caught whatever that son of a bitch Lyle had.

Wainfleet missed yesterday's morning training, and when the Recoms went to check on him, he looked terrible. Since humans and avatars are not the same species, Miles threatened him to stay away from his son. He didn't even know if an avatar could make a human ill, but he most definitely didn't want to find out. It's better to be safe than sorry, right?

Fortunately for him, Quaritch was the one who fell ill after Lyle. He began to sneeze throughout the day, and when he realized it hurt to swallow while eating dinner with his son later that night, he went to the doctor immediately to get whatever medication could help.

One of the other issues was what he should do with his son, since the youngster was still sleeping in his bedroom. But yesterday night, much to his amazement, he discovered that the four-year-old didn't mind sleeping alone because he occasionally did it when Quaritch went on missions. He couldn’t believe that he was the one that in fact minded. It felt so strange to sleep without little Miles, he didn’t like not knowing if his son was safe besides him. Indeed, he did it while he was on missions, but in all honesty, he worried about surviving on those, so it felt foreign to him. He honestly didn't believe he was that clingy.

Even if he had wanted to stay in his room today, he couldn't since the higher ranks wouldn't permit him like they had with Lyle, so here he was, in this fucking room.

The marine memorized all of the government officials' vocal timbres, speech patterns, and unintentional habits over the course of the following twenty minutes, but he wasn't sure why. He was just bored and Quaritch really just wanted this meeting to end.

About thirty minutes into the conference, he grumbled and pulled out his tablet, hiding it under the table he was seated at, which was the size of an Avatar. Whilst it was amusing to imagine that they actually tailored things to fit their needs, he won't complain about it.

He took a moment to look through the device in order to see what games his son had recently been playing. Angry birds. Quaritch snorted, his lips twitching with delight as he expressed his genuine surprise that the game was still playable. In a haste, he looked up and about to make sure nobody had heard him or noticed that he wasn't paying attention, only to find Selfridge staring at him. Really, he couldn't care less what Parker thought.

Quaritch then took up his coffee and hid a yawn behind the cup as a government official continued to go on with yet another protracted, monotonous response. He was definitely having trouble staying awake. God, all he wished was to go back to bed.

He sighed again as the meeting continued with no sign of an end in sight, and Z-Dog grinned when she saw that he had no desire to be there as well. Minutes later, Quaritch fought to stay awake as his head started to nod. He could not possibly survive until the very end.

Little Miles was staying again with the nurses and it was very rare for him to act out. Claire usually babysat him and preferred to keep it a secret that he is in fact an angel child and is not a major hassle for her. She knew about his little ‘pranks’ with his father, but it was clear as day that the youngster knew what he was doing. For a four year old he was smart to know with whom he can afford to pull those little stuns so that he won’t get in trouble. But with her, the boy didn’t usually behave like this so she really didn’t know what triggered him.

The nurse was making every effort to complete the tasks she had for today, but the four-year-old is showing that he will make things as challenging as he can for her. While holding the paperwork from the patiens she met yesterday in one hand, Claire gently pulled him forward. Little Miles is visibly upset and irritated because he wants to leave her side but the nurse won't let go of him. She was familiar with him and understood that if she let go, the youngster would probably run away somewhere.

“Miles, I’m trying to get these done. Just a few more minutes and then we can play.” She sighed as she looked down at the boy, seeing that he still isn’t pleased with her answer.

Claire made an effort to brush it off, saying that perhaps the child was just tired and cranky. Of course, everyone had bad days, so perhaps the boy was just having one of those today. "How about I give you a lollipop? I know you like them, right?”

“No” Miles responded bitterly.

Too tired to bother with the son’s colonel, she trailed off, trying to get all of the work done. While she stopped for awhile, Claire could see that he tried to reach for some sort of item and she couldn’t help but raise a brow. Seeing that it was just a plaster, she let him took it, assuming that if she denied the boy that item, Miles would throw a fit. She just hoped that watching cartoons would be enough to keep him occupied till she was done.

For a while, everything went as planned, and Claire was almost finished with her work when she felt her blazer jacket being tugged on. When she looked down, she saw the young boy pleading for her attention. “Do you want to watch something else?”

"I want to go to dad.” he whined.

Claire shook her head, "I'm sorry Miles, but you can't. Your father in a meeting, on top of him being sick." Miles looked at her with a deadpan expression as she continued “We don't want you to become ill as well”

He started to bit his lip slightly before his eyes started to well up tears “Just for a little while, please?”

Claire shook her head again seeing that his face was flushed worried her.

“Please—“ Miles pleaded again, as he pulled away from the woman and started balling his eyes out.

The boy didn't cry easily, and that concerned Claire; it was obvious that something was wrong. In order to be at eye level with the four-year-old, the nurse knelt down since she understood that yelling and becoming upset at the child wouldn't help at all.

“What’s wrong little guy?” Miles stepped closer as he was still crying, his little hands rubbing at his eyes.

“I—“ he sniffeled as he continued “I don’t feel good.”

Claire opened her arms and the boy fell into them, welcoming the warm embrace. She rubbed her hand over Miles’s back and held him gently. He was burning up, it was no surprise that he was behaving like this.

She stretched her arm to fetch a non-contact thermometer, and when she placed it on his forehead, the small readout showed 38,5°C. Despite the fact that it wasn't particularly high, she didn't want his fever to rise.

In order to obtain a bottle of medicine, the nurse scooped the youngster up and set him down on a chair. For a child, Nurofen would be preferable.

“Why didn't you let me know earlier that you weren't feeling well?” As she poured syrup onto a spoon, the woman inquired.

If he was being really honest, he didn’t know why so the four-year-old just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't feel entirely like himself today.

“Okay Miles, open up.” He gave her an uneasy glance and Claire attempted once more "This will make your fever go down and tastes pretty good, like strawberries."

He deliberated for a moment as he continued to wipe his eyes with his sleeves, but eventually gave in after noticing Claire's gentle smile.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that he actually liked the taste.

"I guarantee you'll feel better soon." She murmured while lightly fluffing his hair.

Just as she was helping him get down, her phone started to ring and she hastily answered the it after realizing it was one of her coworkers. The little boy looked at her as his emotional outbrust finally began to stop, but he still wanted to go to his father.

“Can I take Miles with me?” Claire asked as she looked at the poor boy before her.

“I don’t think it would be okay for a little boy to see this.” The other woman on the phone spoke and then continued “Don’t worry, we’ll send someone to stay with him, but you really need to hurry up.”

“Miles, I need you to stay put and someone will come in here to stay with you until I finish.” She appeared pleased when the little boy nodded, and she then took him up and placed him on the couch after putting her white coat on. He was still warm when Claire laid a hand softly on his forehead and grimaced. Given his condition, she knew she couldn't leave him alone, but if she didn't leave, someone would most likely die today and most people—including herself—would blame her.

"Coming right now." She then put the call to an end. Although Miles wasn't entirely sure why the woman was in such a hurry, he was aware that accidents might happen here, which was one of the reasons his father didn't let him go outside most of the time, which usually upset him.

“Miles, could you please behave and stay here?” She continued to speak as the youngster gave her a pitiful expression while looking at her, but she had to leave. Claire felt a twinge of sorrow when the little boy winced slightly after she pulled her palm away, but she still left the room.

He sat in front of the TV for a bit, but he immediately grew bored, and even after ten minutes, no one showed up. Little Miles was still feeling horrible and he desperately wanted his father.

In all honesty, he had no idea what had actually happened outside, but since no one came in and he was still unsupervised, the youngster was free to go find his dad. Because the marine was also ill, the boy could stay with Quaritch again, since there wasn’t a reason to stay away from him anymore and like this, no one needed babysit him.

And with that he climbed down the counch and also left the room, searching for the colonel.

Z-Dog and Mansk made every effort to control their laughter as they watched Quaritch's loss of composure. He was sound asleep and yet the government officials didn’t notice him. But, since it was online, it wasn't quite like they were meeting in person.

But, it didn't matter. The bet they made was more important. Z-Dog assumed that he would stay asleep for roughly ten minutes before awakening due to his inability to breathe, while Mansk believed that he would wake up slightly earlier due to him being sick. Honestly, they needed some entertainment in this dull conference, despite the fact that the bet was extremely foolish. Don’t blame them.

Their ears perked up when they heard the door gently open, just as Parker shot those two another warning look. When they turned around and saw little Miles there, their smiles soon faded. The youngster discreetly closed the door after sneaking through it, but he still made his way to his father despite the Recoms' terrified expressions.

He was now hiding behind his dad's chair, and only the Recoms were aware of his presence. Mansk felt as though he was going to pass out while Z-Dog attempted to approach the boy without looking suspicious.

“Is there a problem, Miss Zdinarsk?” One of the officals goverment asked and she felt her blood run cold.

“No sir” she quickly responded as she stayed put this time. She was aware that the boy could ruin this entire meeting, but, to be completely honest, she couldn't give a flipping fuck besides that the RDA literally owned them and paid for them, so they could easily get rid of the entire squad if they didn't like how they behaved.

Miles didn't look at her, so he missed Z-Dog's warning look when she looked at the young child again.

The two Recoms didn't realize the little boy didn't look good until he was on the verge of crying once again since he had begun to shiver on his way here. The young child didn’t think clearly anymore and grabbed hold of his father's tail and began tugging on it. Quaritch physically bolted up and he was startled to say at least.

Z-Dog and Mansk both held their breath, but fortunately for everyone, only their coworkers observed them because the officials were staring at some sort of hologram, but they were still grateful that nobody said anything.

Despite his confusion, the colonel was very certain of who the small hand on his tail was. Even though he didn't know how Miles got in, he wasn't angry to see him there. However, why wasn't anyone watching his son in the first place?

As he turned to look at the young boy without drawing too much attention to himself, Quaritch noticed his son's electric brown eyes wide and distressed and instantly, he no longer felt sleepy. He wrapped his tail around the child and made an effort to move him slightly forward so the marine could pick him up.

Again, the colonel didn't give a fuck about those pricks, so Quaritch seated little Miles on his lap and hid him as best he could so that the government officials couldn't see from the camera video that there was a literal child in the room.

Quaritch finally noticed the boy's condition as the boy clung to him like a monkey, unwilling to let go of his father. Little Miles had a poor appearance, with a flushed face and his forehead covered in sweat. He felt a slight tug at his heartstrings as he noticed his son’s pitiful expression.

The colonel struggled to keep it together as he realized that his kid had caught whatever bacteria or virus he had, but the young child was obviously having a fever, which Miles had never experienced before. Just once, when he was a baby, around six months old or so, he did have a cold but without a fever. The marine won't deny that he overreacted at the time, but Paz was there to support him back then, and now she won’t.

Just breathe. It’s only a cold. Relax .

Even though it probably didn't help much, Quaritch cradled the boy close while gently rocking back and forth to try to comfort the boy.

The soldier looked up as some of the men and women shifted, not knowing how much time had gone since little Miles was in his arms. He grabbed his youngster once again as he began gathering his belongings after noticing that they were about to leave. He finally stood up with Miles still in his grasp after the government representatives ended their call.

Nobody seemed to give a damn, not even Parker, when they saw him in there with his son. He had a sneaking suspicion that no one cared all that much about this meeting. Even if the others weren't essentially the RDA's property because they were humans, they were literally there merely to sit and look pretty for all of the rich assholes. Fucking hell.

Z-Dog and Mansk followed them as they all left the room till they arrived at the stairway. While they were saying their goodbyes, Miles, who was practically asleep, opened his eyes slightly squinting and turned to face the other Recoms. "Take care big guy." The woman said as she noticed his eyes were a bit glassy and thought perhaps he was a little delirious.

The small boy didn't trust his voice and just uttered a soft "mhm" as his father told the pair, "If you two see Claire, tell her that I want to talk with her later," as he cradled his son against his side and pressed his face agasint his warm cheek for a few moments. Poor boy. You’re burning up Miles.

“Sure thing boss” and with that they split up and Quaritch descended the staircase so that he could get to the Recoms’ grounds.

When the boy was placed in bed, he dozed off right away. Quaritch took advantage of the opportunity and quietly left the room after he tucked the covers properly around the boy.

He also took his medication, but despite doing so, he still felt cold, heavy, and achy, and his sore throat had grown much worse over the previous few hours and he still had a splitting headache. He just hoped that he wouldn't get worse so that he could take care of the young boy.

Even though his initial intention was to just ask the kitchen staff to send something up for Miles to eat, he found himself personally going to the kitchen to fetch his son a bowl of yoghurt. As the colonel hadn't felt like having anything since yesterday, he hoped that little Miles would at least eat something.

Even though the boy was sleeping soundly when he returned to the bedroom, the young kid needed to eat something. Even if the colonel didn't want to wake him up, he did so. “Wake up tiger, I brought you some breakfast.”

Hearing his father’s voice, little Miles rubbed his eyes and forced them open and groaned. He struggled to try and sit up, quite shakily as his head swam. The colonel set the little bowl down, propped up his pillows and eased him gently into a sitting position. “Is it better like this?”

“Mm-hmm,” he replied, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Quaritch tried to place the bowl in his hands, but the boy almost dropped it, and instead the marine filled the spoon and held it out to him. “Open wide” Little Miles smiled slightly and obediently swallowed the yoghurt. The soldier remembered when the boy wouldn’t eat anything unless they said a phrase ‘here comes to airplane’ and he couldn’t believe that was years ago. Where the heck did the time go?

His son ate half of the youghurt and didn’t waste any time to fall back into the pillows saying that he was full. Quaritch then took one of the thermometers on the night stand and then asked the boy “How are you feeling tiger?”

“Bleh” Little Miles mutterred and that got a chuckle out of the colonel.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked as he sat down on the end of the bed, a smile reappearing on his face.

“Ow” his son moaned. “It means that I feel bleh, dad.” and with that the little boy looked at his father with a miserable expression and Quaritch understood that he didn’t want to talk anymore. Little Miles’s throat was protesting and it just started to sting more and the marine made a mental note to ask Claire what she had given the boy and what he should give the youngster to relieve the irritation and pain for his throat.

“Open up” and little Miles obediently opened his mouth without trying to argue, and he placed the thermometer under his tongue. 37,5 —Even though the fever wasn't very high, he was nonetheless concerned. A tiny hand grabbed hold of his hand just as he was going to stand up and head to the nurse's office.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” He asked as he cleared his throat and the child eagerly nodded in response to his question then winced, indicating that his head must hurt. Just seeing him made Quaritch's heart hurt, so he eventually knelt down next to his kid beneath the blankets and allowed the youngster to cuddle up to him. Before giving the boy a quick kiss on the forehead, he began to gently smooth down his hair. He was still unable to comprehend how different the two of them were, especially given their sizes. The soldier only wanted to be able to constantly protect Miles because he was so so small.

The 4 year old yawned as he nuzzled closer to his father and noticed a soft smile on the colonel's face that was always meant for him and no one else. Quaritch was pleasantly delighted when the boy let a quiet "I love you" in spite of his throat's discomfort.

"I love you too, Miles." He spoke softly, and the child smiled and shut his eyes while exhaling once more in complete bliss. However, it didn't take him long to fall asleep.

He remained in bed with his son for a short while, keeping a close eye on him to determine when it was okay for him to leave. Even though Quaritch wasn't keen on getting out of his bed, he had to fetch the poor youngster some medication—even if it wasn't from Claire. The boy appeared to be already be asleep as the marine nervously gulped and cast one final glance down at him. Finally, he mustered the courage to get to his feet, leave the room, and make his way to the nurse's office.

The only person present was Marline, but the marine was too worn out to even ask about Claire. The only thing he wanted to do right now was sleep, but he could find her tomorrow and ask her why the heck Miles was left alone today. And he had every intention of doing just that.

He returned and placed each of the pills on the nightstand. According to the woman, Nurofen is the best medication for children, and Tantum green should relieve Miles' throat irritation. Gosh, he really should stop worrying so much; it was just a mild cold and no one would die from it.

Quaritch was once again covered up as he continued to repeat that in his brain. He just wanted to sleep since he was so exhausted. The marine moved farther down the bed to place his head on the pillow next to Miles's and felt bad since he knew his son was probably sick because of him. Poor boy. He kept thinking about pointless things for a while until his thoughts turned to Paz. He missed her so much, and wished she was there to help him take care of their son. He knew that she would know exactly what to do in this situation, but he felt lost without her. Quaritch remembered how she would always be the one to comfort him when he was scared or stressed. He missed her gentle touch, her warm hugs, and her calming presence.

He tried not to show it, but he was scared most of the time. It would have been much easier with her. Quaritch thought about all the things he wished Paz was here for. He wished she could see their son grow up, watch him learn to walk, talk, and laugh. He wished she could be here to hold their son and make him feel better when he was sick.

But he knew he had to be strong for his son.

He watched his boy's chest rise and fall with each breath,he knew that everything would be alright and in all honesty, he didn't even notice when his eyelids were beginning to close until he was quickly falling asleep.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/ ?

Notes: Sorry for updating this so slowly, but I’m so busy with school. I’ll try later this week to put a little drabble, a continuation for this part.

With that being said, hope you guys enjoyed and if any of you have some kind of ideas, I would be more than happy to write them.

[blue-bluee]

-ˋˏ S H Y ˎˊ —> Chapter 2

Characters: Quorch, Lyle, Z-Dog, Mansk, Sir Jameson (hes a cat), little bit of General Ardmore.

Warnings: Fluff! Lots! Cute recoms with a kitty! General A is a bitch as per usual. Angst if you squint.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (You’re here!)

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“How am I supposed to know cats like to eat?? I’ve never had a cat before and he’s just a lil guys why can he just eat some rice or sumthin.” Z-Dog rolled her eyes at Lyle.

“Oh my god it isn’t that hard to maybe fry up some fish or maybe some sort of unseasoned meat? Move I need to check on the sink.” She said, shoving him aside. He raised his hands in surrender, eyes widened.

“Yes ma’am.”

She was running a small bath for the black kitty in the sink, while she waited for him and Quaritch to get acquainted. She smiled at the thought of how the kitty snuggled into her chest while she carried him, surprised that he didn’t bite or scratch her.

“Mansk!” She called, dipping her finger in the lukewarm water filling the sink. Mansk say up from where he was laying in the floor.

“Yes’m?” He asked, obviously having almost falling asleep.

She sighed as she looked at him, his shirt hair somehow messed up and his sunglasses crooked. “Can you make the cat a bed?” He smiled as his tail started wagging in excitement.

“Oh my god yes I can I have some stuff that I can use I’ll be right back-“ he said, starting to run to his room when he ran into Lyle, who was holding many fruits in his hands, trying desperately to figure out what to feed him.

“Oh my god you two are useless.” She said exasperated. “Alright the waters warm enough for lil man. I’ll go get him. You two,” she said glaring at the two on the floor. “Do something useful. Or else I’ll tattoo your foreheads.”

All she heard while she walked down the hall was hushed whispers and gasps.

“I see you two had fun while I was gone.”

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Sir Jameson was pleased to have a name.

He smiled in that silly way that cats do as he trailed behind Z-Dog, his little tail wagging.

“Awww, guys look he’s happy!” She smiled, poking Lyle in the shoulder.

“I’m so glad we came up with that name. See! We did something useful!” He said proudly, his tail wagging with pride. It caught the kitties attention, seeing the black tuft of fur at the end of his tail move around he couldn’t help but jump at it.

He may have also latched onto it with his teeth and teeny claws.

“OH MY FUCK-“ yelled out Lyle, causing Mansk and Z-Dog to fall down with laughter.

He head heavy footsteps from behind them all, and a light snicker.

“Y’all should know better. He’s so small YALL could have smushed him.” Said Quaritch.

“S-sorry boss.” Mansk wheezed, still shaking with laughter.

“HE BIT MY TAIL” cried Lyle, simply shook.

“Stop waggin it then.” He said, picking up Sir Jameson.

“Cmon, let’s get you clean huh?” Z-Dog wiped tears from her eyes then reached for the lil kitty, Quaritch handing him over to her.

“Go wash your hands.” She nodded to him, dirt covering his hands. “Sir Jameson here hasn’t had a bath in a really long time, haven’t you lip guy? Oh that’s right, you haven’t-“

“Can you stop with the baby talk.” Asked Lyle. She stared at him point blank.

“Nope absolutely not he is my little fellow, my sweet summer child. Look at him he is smaller than an actual baby he’s perfect for baby talk.”

“When he gets older he’s gonna stare at you the way you glare at me.”

“You are one-hundred percent wrong. He is a sweet lil man he won’t betray us that way.”

“Shit up and give the lil stinker a bath already.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“You shut up and make him some damn food.” She turned away from them all, her tail swishing behind her as she sauntered away. She held him outwards, with his face towards her as she spoke gently to him.

“You gonna be a brave man for me? The water ain’t to hot but I’m not sure if you’ll like it. You can scratch me if it’s too hot okay?”

Then she lowered him into the sink, his little body scrunching when he touched the water.

It was warm. He missed warm.

But he wasn’t used to it.

His little body was shaking at the amount of effort it took for him to keep his little legs and tail scrunched.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s just water. It won’t hurt you okay? Nothing is gonna hurt you.” Said Z-Dog, petting his head with one of her fingers. He was that tiny compared to the recoms.

He looked at her face as she smiled a little, and he decided that it must be okay to just touch it a little. They didn’t throw him yet so maybe this means that they were gonna keep him forever.

He dipped his little paws in the water, and he hadn’t felt such relief for a while. It relaxed him, and made all his muscles go all soft and relaxed.

He really liked it.

Then he sat down in the water. He ducked his little head into the water, warming his whole body. He closed his eyes and meowed happily at Z-Dog, as she had his little face held in her hand, as she gently lathered soap into his matted fur, massaging out all the dirt.

Quaritch leaned over to look at the kitty, peering over her shoulder. “Lil man was real dirty. Poor guy. Knock on my door when you’re done, I’ll have a lil present for him.

She nodded, not saying a word, only smiling at the little kitty.

“You really needed this didnt you Sir Jameson?”

He purred.

When he was all clean, and wrapped into a little tea-towel (he was too small for a regular towel, especially since their towels were really big because of their size) she carried him to Quaritchs room, and softly knocked.

“Yup?” He called from inside.

“Open up, kitty’s all clean.” They both heard his heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

“Ta-da!” He smiled opening the door. There were old shirts that lay ripped up on his bed, torn to scraps, and bandages all over his blue fingers. Sewing supplies lay all over the room, a small box overflowing with hidden supplies.

Z-Dog smiled. “You made him a lil blanky?” Both their ears perked up at the excited little meow he let out.

“Yeah, figured if he’s gonna stay he needed some little comfort.”

“I FINISHED HIS BED!” Said Mansk, carrying one of his hats towards them, filled with an old T-shirt full of cotton balls.

“It isn’t much but I figured he would like it.” He shrugged, holding out the hat.

“I think he likes it.” Said Z-Dog smiling down it him, wagging her finger in his face for little scratchies.

He licked her finger.

“Where will he sleep?”

“I guess we just let him choose that himself. Let him wander around, take a look. Leave all your doors open, see which one he really likes.”

They found him sleeping on Quaritchs pillow.

So they put a little hand warmer in the cotton filling, grabbed him and gently placed him in the hat, then covered him with the patch-blanket Quaritch made him.

He felt warm.

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A/N: plz help I forgot how to do the (read more) 😭

[idkjupiterdraws]

The recoms: meeting my oc

Brown: they alive yet?

Mansk: bitch Idk

???: -opens their eyes just a little bit- what…What happened?

Ja: welcome back

???:……..oh hell no -pushes ja away- get tf away from me

Fike: better than colonal punching me and lyle in the face

???: -looks down at their hands and body-…..WHY AM I TURQUOISE?!

Lyle: is the new recom awake yet? Oh hey there

???:….I’m about to faint..this can’t be

Ja: ummm haha funny thing is that it is

Brown: yeah you umm died…

???:-trying to remember their death but can’t- I-I can’t remember….

Z-dog: -enters the room- what did I miss?

???: ok can someone explain what happened to me please!?

Z-dog: I can do that. So basically-after explaining everything to them-

Brown: so do you have a name you go by instead of your real one?

???: my friends and colleague’s would always call me Rio.

Lyle: welcome to the recom squad Rio

Z-dog: you’ll meet colonel and the others later but I’m z-dog

Brown: I’m brown like the color -points to ja- that’s our medic Ja

Ja: -waves- hi

Brown: -points to Mansk- that’s Mansk

Mansk: ._. hello

Fike: and I’m the best black person here Fike.

Brown: Umm no you’re not

Fike: yea I am

Rio: yeah I’m not getting caught up in that.

Ja: yeah it’s worst with Lopez and brown but that’s later in if they decide to fight about something stupid.

Brown: I HEARD THAT!

[alpineshepherdbadboy]

for the character ask meme, Ignacio Varga ofc!

my little dude!

Favorite thing about them: i love the his relationship with power and control. the whole reason he shot himself was because the last few seasons have revolved around him becoming increasingly powerless, but he’s never actually powerless. he just has power he’s unwilling to wield. he got himself into a lower-middle management cartel position on his own. he wasn’t offered anything— when he wanted something, he’d go behind the back of his erratically violent boss to get it. that’s where season one nacho’s power came from. and when that little fiefdom of power is threatened, he gets tuco locked up. he takes on more power in tuco’s absence without too much protest until he realizes his newfound power has a condition: his father. he then tries to shed his power, but that paradoxically only brings him more power. the more powerful he is, the less powerful he feels. he’s a prisoner to his own upward mobility. lastly: i also like how much of a bitch he is.

Least thing about them: as beautiful i think nacho’s completed story is, i was a little disappointed with how the show (or perhaps more specifically michael mando— sorry mr. mando i think you’re an incredible actor) ended up painting him as him as a hero. this is why i’ve taken to calling him a folk hero rather than a hero— he belongs in the echelon of greedy, deceitful, and violent men who managed to harvest something truly beautiful out of their lives. in his final episodes, i wish we could have been reminded of the ambitious and self-interested man we met in season one. the incredible death he died was not in spite of the man he was. because that man is the one who carried him to that lovely death.

Three things i have in common with them: we’re both 5’ 5” (or at least i like to imagine nacho is), we both have an appreciation for gold jewelry, and we both are perhaps a bit too cautious of people.

Three things i don’t have in common with them: i would have finished that glass of $1400 cognac, i will never be as butch as him no matter how hard i try, and i have better taste in art. okay? can we talk about how fucking ugly nacho’s interior design is? it’s not that i don’t like minimalism— i love minimalism, but i love real minimalism. nacho’s house is bullshit. those two fucking pieces that are made up of extruded triangles or whatever? i hate those! they do nothing for the space!!! minimalism can only exist when nothing can be added or taken away, and to evaluate that tenant the minimalist object, wether that be a home or sculpture or painting, must be evaluated within the environment it inhabits. nacho’s home is a hastily curated collection of disparate parts that make a sickly whole. the car painting/print could be nice if the installation weren’t garbage. hire some fucking art handlers dude. no regard for space! that living room makes me wish nacho shot himself sooner! the only nice place in his house is the dining area where he spoke with his dad (was this also where they had the poker game? 👀)

Favorite line: either “i’d rather get some shut eye” (that line is just so heartbreaking to me) or his entire “here’s how i got s msn’s skull stuck in me” speech from s2.

brotp: for realsies? nacho and domingo. for funsies? nacho and jo. for fantasies? nacho and kim. (i’ll say this again: they are on the same journey, just headed in opposite directions).

notp: no one really? i mean, i’d be down for anything really. nacho/lyle from los pollos? arguing about whether mr. fring is a nice man? sure! nacho/howard? sounds like a hoot! nacho/chuck’s lesbian doctor, the good dr. clea duvall? all nacho has to do is throw on a cheerleading uniform and you’ve got mu favorite feel good movie!

otp: wouldn’t it be funny if i didn’t say lacho?

Random Headcanon: he never learned to cook because after his mom died, his dad tried to keep him in a sort of suspended childhood. manuel took up all the cooking his wife used to do and wouldn’t dare let nacho help bc he didn’t ever want nacho to feel like he had to take care of him.

Unpopular Opinion: idk if this is actually unpopular, but his relationship with amber and jo is disgusting. i love nacho, i love the relationship as a story element, i think it reveals a lot of very nuanced things about him as a character, and i even think it’s pretty hot. but he knows exactly what role he plays in there lives and arguably never shows a hint of remorse about that. he exploits their addiction and other dependencies because he’s lonely or because he’s maintaining an image or because it’s more convenient than any real human relationship or all of the above. they’re certainly using him, but look at scenes like when he poured out a puzzle for jo— the woman who’s drug habit he indulged to the point where he had to treat her like a child for interrupting his soccer game. (talk about a strange relationship with power). it’s never fully addressed in story how unconscionable that really is, but i don’t necessarily thinks it had to be. i got it. i just wished it felt like more audience members recognize the malleability of nacho’s morals.

Song i associate with them: field commander cohen by leonard cohen.

Favorite picture:

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

Another version of yandere Miles Quaritch x pregnant reader. You decided to not run away and your friends left.

You avoided Lyle for kissing you and confessing his so called love for you. You didn't believe him. You don't believe in love anymore. He probably just lusted you.

Like Quaritch. The Colonel was busy more than usual. He managed to put all assets under his command. Which meant Selfridge doesn't have power anymore under code Red. You wondered if Selfridge threw another tantrum.

He must have. You were no fool.

You then received the worst phone call of your life. It didn't came from the old man.

Worse. From your friends. Norman called you.

.. Quaritch came earlier and he was in a calmer mood. He came while you were cooking. He made you stop what you were doing and held your hand and led you to the cafe.

The Colonel made you stop drinking coffee due to pregnancy. Even decaf. He made you drink tea. You hated tea. But you had no choice.

He then left you to get a beer from the bar across the hall. You looked at him curiously. "Did something happen?"

The Colonel smirked. "Nothing gets pass you, doll."

"That simp was whining and bitching. I finally choked Selfridge's ugly face. He won't be bothering us anymore."

Your eyes widened. Even his own boss was scared of the Colonel

The Colonel loved your expression. He drank some beer.

Then he narrowed his eye. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head no.

"don't give me that bullshit. What did you do?" He snapped.

"Nothing gets pass you." You mumbled. The Colonel raised his brow. "Can you please not be angry if I tell you?"

The Colonel was quiet then he clenched his jaw. "Fine. Whatever."

You bowed your head. "Grace is dead."

You cannot lie from him.

Quaritch put his beer aside. "How do you know this?" He leaned in. "have you been talking to Sully?"

You nodded.

He demanded you your phone. You handed to him. The Colonel looked at it. "Since I promised I won't get mad, you being pregnant with triplets. I won't bother tracking him. No way bows and arrows can defeat me."

The Colonel stood up. Then he threw your cell to the ground. The others in the cafe stared.

"what are-"

He smashed the device with the heel of his boot and grinded it for good measure.

He smiled sadistically at you. "That bitch Augustine challenged me to shoot her. I did. I am a man of my word."

The Colonel dragged you back to the room. He ordered you to strip. Better than ripping your clothes off himself.

He fondled your round stomach. "I am going to fill you with my cum to the brim in your cunt. Maybe add a fourth baby."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Won’t You Stay (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is almost ready to start filming her movie, The Dark Woods, with her dad but is nervous but how it will all turn out. She’s feeling better by the first day of filming but when her other lead actor quits, she needs to find a new one and fast...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, car accidents

A/N: Please enjoy the first of many parts!

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“Alright, so we’re going to have Ethan run down this hallway here, turn, tight in over his shoulder and push past to go down the way he came to catch sight of the baddie chasing him,” said Mark, your director of photography. You pursed your lips and hummed, walking through the warehouse location, your dad watching off to the side.

“Reverse it,” you said. “I want the supposed baddie’s back, in the first hallway, chasing my dad. Tight in over his shoulder, push past that guy and then get onto my dad. It’s supposed to be scary. I want the chase and tension.”

“You got it boss,” said Mark.

“You sure that’s what you want to do, kiddo?” asked your dad, Ethan. You glanced over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“I want a ‘heart stops beating in the chest’ moment,” you said. “Fear. Prey being hunted.”

“But my character turns out to be the predator in this case,” he said, leaning against the wall.

“Exactly. The audience won’t know until it’s too late. Heart stopping, edge of the seat opening scene. I want them to feel for Hale and then have him flip the tables on them and then flip ‘em right back. I want the hallway shot one long continuous shot too. We might need to work on it some and get in a few rehearsals but it’s what I want,” you said.

“Sounds good. Opening scenes can really make a movie. I can’t wait to start filming next week,” said Mark with a grin. “This is going to get nominated for an Oscar or some shit.”

“I’ll settle for not bombing at the box office,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time. “It’s starting to get late. I’m good for the day if you guys are.”

“Good with me. I’ll see you bright and early on Monday, Y/N,” said Mark. You gave him a wave as he headed out, your dad poking his head down the hallway again as you walked around one last time.

“I sound like a total bitch, don’t I, demanding what I want to do,” you said. He whipped his head around and frowned.

“No sweetie, not at all. Director ain’t an easy gig. You’re gonna have to know what you want all the time and some days, you’ll have to be a hardass about it. But you’re doing very good with all of your prep work. No one knows this story like you do,” he said.

“Why did I agree to do this,” you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. “I wrote the damn book. Why did I say I’d direct it too? Direct my own father?”

“Because you love this story. I love this story. Mom and Anthony and Ella love it. You wanted it to get the treatment it deserves. You’re gonna do great,” he said.

“Remind me of this when I’m two weeks into filming and I end up flipping out,” you said. He gave you a big squeezing hug, spinning you around in circles. “Dad.”

“Mhm, sweetie,” he said. “You’re coming over for dinner to relax. No excuses.”

“I’ll take the free food,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked out towards where the car was parked. “How’d you not be terrified all the time?”

“Terrified of what?” he asked.

“You had me when you were 18. I was nine by the time you were my age. I can’t even keep a houseplant alive and now I’m making a multi million dollar movie and I feel like I’m gonna explode already. I can’t imagine being responsible for a kid,” you said.

“I was terrified to be honest. Grandma and grandpa helped us a lot. The whole family did. Becoming a rising Hollywood star was nothing compared to single dad though. You used to be the center of attention when my buddies would come over. You remember that?” he asked.

“I was your responsibility though,” you said.

“And I don’t regret having you for a second,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “How cool is it that we get to work together? This is going to be great, sweetie. I’ll try to help the hard days not be so hard too, okay?”

“Okay. I grew up on film sets. Hopefully this doesn’t go as bad as I think it will.”

“What do you mean he’s out? He can’t be out. He’s the other fucking lead!” you shouted into your phone late Monday morning. Your dad slurped up his noodles from his lunch at the craft services tent, most everyone going quiet and looking at you. You ditched your plate and went outside to the lot, running your hand over your face. “Where is Gil Nicholas going? He signed-”

“Dropped out. His contract allowed him to do that up until filming started which technically wasn’t until tomorrow so he’s able to do it,” said the casting director on the other end.

“What…” you said, taking a deep breath. 

“Relax, Y/L/N. I’ve known your dad since he was a bright eyed 18 year old kid. I ain’t calling with this kind of news without having a backup plan. There’s this guy out there, Jensen Ackles. He’s an up and comer. He was on a sci-fi horror network show that got the axe after a few seasons. The kid’s good though. Better than Gil for sure. He doesn’t have the name recognition that Nicholas did and this would be his biggest production ever but the kid is used to the horror genre,” he said.

“It’s not a horror movie,” you grumbled. “I’ve never heard of this guy. How old is he?”

“Twenty eight. Been in the business for about ten years. He’s got a good strong look to him. Athletic but soft,” he said. “He’s good looking. The face alone would get some people out to see the film. Get his shirt off and stick that in the trailer, you’ll get people to come see this movie no problem.”

“I wrote the damn book in my childhood bedroom. I published it and sold the movie deal on my own. If I need to get someone naked to sell this story, it doesn’t deserve to be on the big screen,” you said.

“Okay...relax before you blow a gasket. I got some other guys that could play Lyle. We could put together an emergency casting session this evening, see about getting a guy in for the morning?” he asked.

“Alright. Do the session. My dad’s off the rest of the day so see if he’s available for chemistry reads,” you said. “Please.”

“Can do, Y/N. The studio isn’t going to let one of the most popular books of the past few years crash and burn. It’s a goldmine waiting to happen for them. We’ll find the right guy to play Lyle. I promise.”

“Hey,” you said, jogging into the casting studio around 8 that night, catching your dad reading over a page of the script. “How was Ella’s volleyball game?”

“They won. She spiked the ball and hit some poor girl in the face though. She was crying the last time I saw her,” said your dad.

“I’ll call her after this,” you said, closing your eyes. “How’d the chemistry reads go?” 

“Just got that Ackles kid left to do. I’ll be honest. It ain’t been pretty in there. Two hot shots that ain’t worth shit, one that sounds horrible and another that can’t even pronounce full words,” he said.

“Lovely,” you said. “Where’s the Ackles guy then? I thought you guys were expecting to be wrapped up by now.”

“Late. Not the best sign,” he said. You squeezed your eyes shut and tilted your head back. “Go take a walk around the building, kiddo. I’ll talk to casting, see if there’s other possibilities. Worst case, we rework schedules, film anything without a lead while they find one.”

“This is a disaster and it’s only the first day,” you said.

“Y/N. Go on, take a breather,” said your dad. You sighed but went back outside, throwing your head back as you started to walk the block for a few minutes.

A whistle from a dim alley made you roll your eyes as you walked past. 

“Hey, princess. I was talking to you,” said the man.

“Fuck off. Not in the mood,” you said. Next thing you knew a hand was on your shoulder and you were being shoved back against a brick building. 

“Well that’s not very nice,” said the guy.

“Hey!” barked another voice. You both turned your heads to spot a younger guy already looking a little beat up walking down the sidewalk. “Pick on somebody your own size.”

“You want another ass kicking tonight? Looks like you already lost,” said the guy. He turned his attention to the other man but you were still stuck in a dead end alley with him. You tried to brush past him but the guy caught your arm, the younger one staring him down. “Just having a fight with my girlfriend, buddy.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, fuckface,” you said, stomping on his foot and turning around, kicking him in the nuts. He dropped your arm and you ran past to the young guy, standing behind him for a moment.

“Get out of here. Now,” he said. You took off back down the block to the casting studio, ducking into the lobby. Five minutes later you were pacing the halls, trying to get through on the phone to the police when the young guy appeared sporting a freshly bruised cheek. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. You? I’m trying to get through to the police but they put me on hold,” you said. He gave you a smile and shook his head.

“I’m fine. Rough night is all,” he said as he wiped some dirt off his cheek. He was handsome and looked strong but you could tell he wasn’t the fighting type.

“Busy saving other damsels?” you joked.

“The car in front of me tonight got in an accident. Car rolled and I helped get the driver out. Guy went into diabetic coma for a hot second so that was fun hanging with him until the ambulance got there and then that just happened. Obviously not my night. I’m supposed to be having the biggest audition of my life two hours ago here. Probably a sign it’s not meant to be,” he said.

“Well there’s at least two people out there grateful for you popping up tonight. Maybe your audition will go well,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

“I doubt it,” he said. “I should just go home. They probably won’t even let me anymore.”

“I know some people that work here,” you said, his ears perking up. “Give me your name. I’ll make sure you get your audition.”

“Really? Uh, thanks. I’m Jensen Ackles. I’m supposed to be auditioning for Lyle Sullivan on The Dark Woods movie,” he said.

You stared at him, Jensen giving you a smile. 

“You okay? If you don’t know anyone on that that’s cool, really,” he said. You nodded and said you’d take care of it. You went down another hall and into a large audition room where your dad was talking with the casting director while on the phone with one of his cop friends.

“Hey. Ackles is here,” you said.

“Kid’s two hours late,” said the casting director.

“We’re desperate, not that desperate,” said your dad. “Trust me. If he can’t even show up for an audition on time-”

“He’s the guy that just got that other one to leave me alone on the street,” you said. Your dad immediately put down his phone and looked at you. “He says he helped a guy who was in a car accident earlier and that’s why he’s late. He looks it. I want to give him a chance.”

“Alright. He can have a chance,” said your dad.

“Alright. Ethan, scene 22 again. Y/N, want to watch in here or on the monitor?” asked the director.

“Monitor. I’ll pop back in with my decision,” you said. You went in the back room and sat down, a TV on a small table in front of you. You turned it on and reached across the table, finding one of the pads of paper and pens that were normally there. You jotted down a few things to yourself.

He had the look of Lyle which was a huge plus for you. Short cute brown hair in spiky strands. The signature green eyes. The slight scruff on his cheeks.

He popped in front of the camera, still and quiet as he watched a few people move about. He was tall and had strong arms but there was something innocent and kind about him you couldn’t place. You smiled. Lyle had to be both the soft sweet boy and the tear your throat out with his teeth type. This guy seemed like he could pull that off potentially.

You sat back and watched your dad appear on the screen, shaking hands with Jensen briefly before they started.

Twenty minutes later you leaned back in your seat and stood up. Jensen was good. Nervous around your dad and shy but that was okay. During the read, all of that fell away. He was Lyle Sullivan, far better than Gil had ever played him. Jensen seemed to know just how to play Lyle’s relationship with Hale and it made you wonder if he’d ever read the book.

You popped into the casting room, Jensen no longer in there, your dad and a few other people discussing what they’d seen.

“We know what we think. What about our director?” asked your dad as he crossed his arms.

“I want him. I want him real bad,” you said. “He was good.”

“Alright. I think we’re all at a consensus then,” said the casting director with a smile. “We need him in tomorrow morning to start filming though. We need to work a temporary contract out tonight and-”

“Give him Gil’s contract, minus the ability to pull out,” you said. “It’s simple.”

“The studio ain’t paying a small screen, barely has a fan base, guy a couple million dollars,” he said.

“The Dark Woods is a wildly popular book with a built in fan base. Pay the man his money. What’s the big deal,” you said.

“I’m telling you right now, they won’t pay the kid three million,” he said. “He isn’t worth it in their eyes. Your dad is an established, multi-franchise, lead for both TV and movies. There is a reason your father is being paid very well. You earn that in this business, kid.”

“I negotiated my salary and a movie deal, on my own. Don’t call me a kid. I am twenty seven years old and do not tell me I don’t know what I’m doing. Use Gil’s contract and get him signed before he leaves the building,” you said. The casting director stared at you before he got up and left the room. Your dad gave you a look that you rolled your eyes at. “What?”

“You’re gonna be just fine as a director, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said around midnight when you finally had all of the paperwork settled. Jensen was walking out into the main hall with his agent by his side. “How’d it go?”

“I got it!” he said, all smiles, his agent saying a quick goodnight to him. “Thank you so much for putting in a good word. I can’t believe they even let me audition let alone gave me the role.”

“Well, I just got you the audition. You got the job on your own,” you said.

“Still. I owe you a drink,” he said. He had big bright green eyes, still a bit shy but you could tell his excitement was giving him some confidence.

“I have work very, very early in the morning,” you said with a laugh, his face falling for a split second. “But I will definitely take a raincheck for Saturday night?”

“Alright. Sounds good to me,” he said as he smiled. You swapped phones for a moment, Jensen practically bouncing with excitement.

“You excited about this job, huh?” you asked as you put your phone away.

“You ever hear of The Dark Woods book? I love it. It’s so good. I was super excited to hear they were making it a movie and now I get to play Lyle freaking Sullivan? If you haven’t read it, you got to,” he said. “It’s awesome.”

“I’ll have to take a look sometime,” you said. “I’ll text you sometime for Saturday then?”

“Yeah. This is turning out to be the best day ever,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

[the-stray-liger]

Can you do the dylandy bros?

I have been WAITING FOR THIS yoi have NO IDEA OF WHAT YOU JUST UNLEASHED

let’s do Lyle first because he deserves it

How I feel about this character

I. LOVE. LYLE. I love how different he is from his brother, like he’s basically faced with the same things as Neil but he tackles them very differently-I like how evident it is when he’s upset, because with Neil he was so determined to never let anyone see how fucked up he was it ended up killing him, but with Lyle you’re able to see how he hurts and how he works to get over the things that hurt him

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Anew,,, my baby,,

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I ended up liking quite a lot how he got along with Setsuna, once he was sure he wasn’t just being a replacement for Neil, it’s obvious he feels really comfortable around him. Unlike Neil, who saw Setsuna kind of like a younger brother, Lyle sees him as an equal and doesn’t feel the need to protect him.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Lyle’s LITERAL entire schtick was that he HATED being compared to his brother and the fandom spends 89% of the time going “but he’s not Neil :/” and criticizing him for it like??? bitch WHAT? I’m not gonna say I prefer Lyle to Neil but Lyle is a wonderful character and deserves better than to be compared to his brother. Lyle was always straightforward about the things he felt-sometimes too straightforward-because he couldn’t stand the way his brother always pretended everything was peachy and I respect the hell out of that.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I really REALLY wish they hadn’t glossed over his relationship with Anew-because not only they fucking FRIDGED Anew, I feel like the overlooked a ton of potential growth for Lyle and his reasons to fight? plus it was just so nice to see him comfortable and happy with someone? I wanted to see Anew say hey I love you because you’re you and not because you remind me of your brother I wanted to see THAT addressed on screen, FUCK

aNYWAY moving on to Neil

How I feel about this character

It’s not a secret that I adore Neil Dylandy with all my heart and soul and ass. I also see a lot of him in myself and as a result he’s become an extremely important character to me and I don’t love him despite of his flaws but because of them

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I’ll always be a Locktie hoe

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I have always believed that Lasse and Neil were bros because they were around the same age and Neil wouldn’t be shocked or put off by Lasse’s cynicism and Lasse probably had his fair share of things he wanted to hide so he’d be an enabler to Neil insistance in pretending he was ok and Neil would love that. I think there was a lot of wasted potential 

My unpopular opinion about this character

I REALLY don’t think he was better than Lyle. Neil spent most of his time taking care of others and other people’s problems to avoid dealing with what he felt. He understandably never got over the terrible shock of losing hisfamily in a terrifying, violent way, but he also never made an effort to attempt to heal (again, understandable: he probably felt a fair share of guilt and he very likely believed that healing would’ve been an insult to his parents and sister), and he was so angry that the minute he had someone to direct that anger to, he was COMPLETELY consumed by obsession. Neil never cared for his own future-he cared about the future he was envisioning for Lyle, because he went into this fight fully determined to die. All the cool things that people liked about Neil were nothing but a facade; not to say that he didn’t care for others, but he was so obsessed with what he’d lost in the past that he couldn’t give priority to the people who needed him in the present. People who see Neil as some sort of power fantasy and hate Lyle for not being like him really missed the point of their story.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Again this is a character who had a very well rounded arc and developement, evne though it wasn’t necessarily positive; I guess I wish he’d had the oportunity to try and fix his relationship with Lyle, but I suppose the fact that he has to deal with that regret is also part of why the story of the twins is so poignant.

GIVE ME A CHARACTER and I’ll break their ass down