#haven’t you seen that the government has never cared for us???

[strawberryslurpy]

I will always honor, love, and support my fag 😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😭🙏🙏🙏🙏☺️🙏

I know not everyone will share this, but I most certainly hope a handful of you do!!

[venus-haze]

Lay All Your Love on Me (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: A communication breakdown has unintended consequences, but it’s all because Homelander loves you.

Note: Gender neutral reader and no descriptors are used. This is based on a request from @judyfromfinance and the ABBA song which is so Homelander coded. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Jealousy, possessive behavior, violence (not toward the reader). We love miscommunication for plot reasons here! Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Homelander had no reason to believe you were hiding from him. Your job kept you busy, and ironically enough, working for the same company didn’t guarantee that you’d see each other nearly as much as he’d like. When his texts went unanswered and he couldn’t so much as hear you during the day, though, his mind went into overdrive presenting him with every worst case scenario it could possibly conceive of.

Cheat. Cheat. Cheat.

His gloved hands balled into fists at his side. You would never cheat on him. He knew that. He did. But sometimes, it seemed like your heart didn’t ache for him the way his did for yours. You had a life outside of him, and as much as you tried to include him in it, he resisted. Things would be easier if it were just the two of you.

Trying your phone again, he called you, frustrated when it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Give me a call back as soon as you can. I love you,” he said, adding a quick. “Call me back" for emphasis.

He groaned, throwing his phone aside and folding his arms over his chest. It was fine. He didn’t care that much anyway. At least that’s what he told himself as he glanced at his discarded phone every few seconds in hopes you’d call or text back. No dice.

As a last resort, he headed to the crime analytics department. You managed a small team of analysts who consulted with the state and federal government on Vought’s behalf. The two of you had met when Vought was trying to get supes in the military, and as far as Homelander was concerned, it was love at first sight.

Never mind that it took a few weeks to win you over, frustratingly committed to your job and hesitant to date a coworker. Even though he’d hardly consider the two of you coworkers. Sure, you both worked for Vought, but that was it as far as he was concerned. In his determination to woo you, he’d made some valuable connections in your department. At least, people who he knew would have some kind of scoop on you when he needed it.

“Hey Annika,” Homelander said, startling the young crime analyst as he approached her desk. “How’re you doing, pal?

“Hi Homelander,” she said, not quite able to keep eye contact with him. “Sir. I’m good. H-How are you?”

“You haven’t seen Y/N around today, have you?”

She shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Alright,” he said tensely, a painfully fake smile spreading across his face. “Keep up the good work.”

His smile faltered as he heard your name come up in a conversation on the other side of the room. A masculine voice, younger than his, far too much mirth for his liking when he spoke about you.

“Dude, I was in Y/N’s office for like an hour yesterday. I could barely concentrate. They are so fine.”

“You’re insane,” someone else laughed.

“What? Have you seen them?”

“They’re dating Homelander, dumbass.”

“Whatever. It won’t last. He and Maeve will get back together, and yours truly will be there to pick up the pieces.”

“If you say so.”

Homelander hadn’t noticed his eyes glowing red until Annika squeaked. Letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, he looked at his…acquaintance.

“See you around,” he said, his chipper tone clearly strained.

Since you weren’t answering your phone and he still had no clue where you were, Homelander had all the time in the world to wait around for your sleazy subordinate to take a bathroom break. He wondered if you were aware of the man’s interest in you. It was a possibility, but he had to assure himself that you wouldn’t do anything to encourage it. He knew you wouldn’t bother with a miscreant like that, of all people, but the point needed to be made. No one could speak so vulgarly about you and expect him not to do something about it.

Fifteen minutes or so had passed, and Homelander spotted his name badge. Josh.

“Hey Josh! You have a minute, buddy?” Homelander asked, voice booming through the hallway, causing Josh to flinch. Homelander smirked a bit.

“Homelander! Is there something you need?”

“Yeah, actually, I just have a question about the crime analytics office.”

Josh nodded. “Sure, anything.”

“Did you see any Greek letters in there?”

“Wh-What?”

“Did you see any Greek letters in there? Maybe a keg and some drunk idiots wearing togas?”

“I don’t—“

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Then why were you in there talking about my partner like you were in a fucking frat house?” Homelander asked, cornering the slimy analyst. “You know Y/N and I are dating, right? Your idiot friend told you as much.”

Josh’s mouth flopped open and closed like one of the disgusting fish The Deep crusaded for. “I—I didn’t mean—“

“So either you’re incredibly stupid, or you have a death wish. Which one is it, buddy?”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Homelander.”

Homelander chuckled, empty and hollow, reveling in the way he could practically smell the fear radiating off of the man in front of him. “You will be.”

With the way Josh was carrying on, Homelander would’ve thought he’d actually killed the guy. All he’d done was snap his arm and throw an elbow to his nose. He’d just bought the asshole a free rhinoplasty, far more generous than he deserved after what he did. 

Homelander sneered at the blubbering crime analyst, work shirt covered in his own blood. Pathetic, really. And he had the audacity to act like he was worthy of you. Throwing one final glare Josh’s way, Homelander walked off, wiping the blood off his gloves and onto his suit. It could be dry-cleaned out.

The outburst made him feel better than he had all day, though it didn’t answer the question of where the hell you were and why you weren’t answering him. Besides, he swore he heard the familiar sound of your footfall in the lobby. 

He supposed you wouldn’t be too happy if you came back to see one of your subordinates brutalized in the hallway. Just his luck, he spotted an intern in one of the unoccupied offices.

“Hey,” Homelander said, pausing a moment to read the intern’s badge, “Sammy, there’s a mess over by the crime analytics office, can you get someone to clean it up?” 

“Sure,” Sammy responded cheerfully.

“Thanks, it’s the little things that make this place run. You’re doing great,” he complimented, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Sammy returned his smile, obviously not questioning his sincerity. Homelander knew if he framed the whole thing as a favor, she’d be more likely to follow through. It was always good to have reliable people in his back pocket for things like that, worker bees who thought they were friends or something. She walked off, strides purposeful as she set off to complete her personal mission from Homelander.

Rushing over to the elevator, he listened for you, getting out on the fifteenth floor where he saw you just as you walked out of the bathroom. 

As soon as he made eye contact, he melted, making a beeline for you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around Homelander. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“Where were you?” he asked, almost painfully returning your embrace.

“I told you I was presenting for the security council at the UN all day. No phones, remember?”

He huffed, releasing you from the hug. Fuck. “I guess—maybe that rings a bell. You shouldn’t tell me something so important while I’m distracted.”

“How much did you miss me?” you teased, holding up your pointer finger and thumb to pinch the air. “This much?” You spread your fingers wider. “This much?” Wider again, except before you could ask, Homelander scooped you up in his arms.

“Why don’t I show you?”

“Please do,” you said, tilting your head up to kiss him.

He retreated into the elevator with you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss laced with longing. You giggled at him. You’d only been gone for a few hours, yet he was acting as though it had been days. 

You missed him too, resolving to focus your attention on him for the rest of the night.

Until your phone rang.

“I should get this.”

“Now you’re able to pick up a call?” he grumbled, setting you down.

“One minute,” you whispered, grabbing your phone, “then I’m all yours.”

He pressed the button to his suite, having forgotten to do so in the heat of passion. “You better be.”

You picked up your phone, amused at Homelander still clinging to you, kissing your neck. “Hello?”

“Josh from crime analytics?” you asked, tensing a bit when Homelander grazed his teeth on the crook of your neck. “I haven’t heard from him since he gave me the homicide report yesterday.”

Homelander hummed against your skin, and you let out a whimper only he could hear at the way it vibrated through you. He was smug, and it took you a moment to piece together why.

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow,” you said before hanging up. “What did you do?”

“Something chivalrous to defend your honor,” he mumbled, his lips unrelenting on your shoulder as he pulled your shirt down to expose it.

“I guess I should thank you properly, then? My knight in shining armor?”

He lifted his head, grinning, “If you insist.”

[seancekitsch]

GIVE US PHOS

ask and ye shall get! this is a shorty, a little warm up, i love him

“He’s asking for you again,” The man in the suit tells you. You don’t remember his name, never having committed it to memory, but he doesn’t work for Arkham. Hes government, or something, and a lot of the others look worried when he’s around.

“Okay? And are you gonna let me see him?” You ask, your nail between your teeth as you bite down and tear the broken nail from your finger. Your nails are uneven now, and you scowl as you look at the botched job. You paid a lot to have one of Two-Face’s girls to do your nails and now the whole thing is ruined because you had the smart idea to try and scratch the last guard when he got too mouthy with you.

The man in the suit doesn’t respond, but holds up a shock collar as the door slides open with a woosh. You bend towards him, as if a queen on her coronation to allow him to put it on. The collar means yes, the collar means you get to see Mr Handsome again, means you might get to sit pretty on Boss Man’s lap again. The collar hisses as its lock clicks into place.

It feels like endless hallways you walk, the only differences being that the further you go, the more the tiles fade from pristine white to a faded yellow or a blood stained bloom across the floor. The man in the suit leads you to a set of double doors with no lock on them, like the doors to the mess hall and the rec room. Whatever this is, no one important is worried you’ll be too much of a threat. The idea of that puts you on edge as much as it comforts you, as this means whatever you’re facing will either be a grossly romantic reunion with Phos because you’ve been oh so good and haven’t killed anyone in three years, or one of Waller’s damn suicide squads. The man in the suit opens the door and motions for you to enter, but he doesn’t speak and he doesn’t enter the room himself. You more or less stomp your little pink slippers that the institution has given you into the room, its fluorescent rod lighting too harsh and irritating. But a voice you hear stops you from any anger or frustration you might feel from the lighting.

“My doll!”

That voice. You freeze, and look up into familiar eye sockets. It’s Alex, Dr. Phosphorus. It’s your boss, your man, your devoted, the reason you’re locked up to begin with. A smile breaks out across your face as you see him, and you’re so thankful you don’t have handcuffs on as you run forward to throw your arms around his neck. For a split second, you curse yourself for burying your full face of makeup into his soft hoodie, but its been 15 years since you’ve seen him, and you’ll scrub it clean if its really a problem. Warm, edging on hot arms wrap you in an embrace, strong and tight to pull you flush against his chest. You almost think you hear him whisper ‘finally’ against your hair but you can’t be sure. His fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your skull, his flames just hot enough to sting but not hot enough to cause damage. You’d learned quickly when he took you on how he could control it. Often times, he either didn’t care or didn’t want to control it besides his clothing. With you, he cared until you begged him to burn you, and even then, he held back. Your embrace gets needier, his arms moving from your back to hook under your thighs and lift you up. Instantly, you hook your ankles around his hips to secure your place on him. Its crazy, the way that you fuse back together so easily after over a decade apart, how easily the two of you fall back into your patterns.

“Oh Phos,” you sigh, “I’ve missed you, baby.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he tells you, and then pulls back just enough to look at you, “Did they tell you I just helped stop the end of the world?”

You shake your head, your eyebrow quirking up in question. They didn’t tell you anything.

“Yeah, stopped a whole war. Got the right strings pulled that they’d give me you as a reward for my good deeds.”

He doesn’t need eyes or lips for you to see the smirk or the roll of his eyes as he speaks.

You are many things, call girl, amusement park ride operator, gun for hire, and now a spoil of war. You cannot find fault in any of those titles, especially with the fact that you have his affection on your side.

“And uh, does your prize… get conjugal visits?” you ask, leaning closer to his flames. He doesn’t answer with words, instead he just kisses you, that familiar burn that you’ve dreamed and touched yourself about finally returning to your mouth. He drops you down onto one of the institution staple folding tables, the plastic cold and hard as your back slams against it.

“I didn’t ask,” he tells you, his hand reaching for the waistband of your sweatpants, “But I was planning on doing this no matter what.”

He doesn’t even tell you about the new team you’re joining.

[klausinamarink]

I Reach For You On Faith Alone

rating: G | cw: none | wc: 1.6k | tags: post S4, getting together, fireflies | prompt: Love is having hope for the future together

written for @steddielovemonth

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“Mind if I join you?”

Steve’s voice broke Eddie out of his wandering thoughts. He lifted his head up to see Steve was already on the roof, dangerously crouching by the edge. Steve was still in his work uniform so either he had just left the video store or was too tired to change. Eddie betted it was the latter if the deep bags under his eyes indicated anything.

Eddie hummed and patted the empty space on his right.

“Sweet.” Steve said, scooting over until he was next to Eddie. Then he suddenly sat up, “Shit, sorry, I didn’t bring anything with me. You want anything? Food? Drinks? Your cigarettes? It’s cold as hell too, do you need a blanket?”

His concern was adorable but understandable. Eddie just shook his head and returned his gaze back to the sky.

Night had fallen moments ago but Eddie was too content to get back inside yet. The stars were bright, a galaxy belt spanning from one corner to somewhere that it hurt to crane his neck back. It was also quiet, save for the crickets. Benefits of a new government-says-sorry house being located on the country roadside forty minutes from Hawkins.

“It’s really nice.” Steve said quietly.

Eddie grinned, “You haven’t seen the best part yet.”

He could feel Steve staring at him with a raised eyebrow. If they were standing, Steve would definitely have his hands on his hips.

“You have a galaxy beaming down at you and this isn’t the best part?” Steve made a tsk-tsk noise. “And yet you defile me as the one with shit taste.”

Eddie chuckled and propped himself up by an arm. He looked to his left where the grassy fields were at. Almost on cue, a small green light blinked in and out of existence. It wasn’t until a few more appeared that Eddie finally reached over to Steve and pointed towards the field. “Look over there.”

Steve sat up again and squinted his eyes. Then he blinked, rubbed them with his fingers, and blinked again. He said, “What am I looking at?”

A scandalous gasp erupted out of Eddie’s mouth. He lurched backwards with his hands planted on his chest as if he were stabbed. “Steve Harrington has never seen fireflies? Oh, the humanity!”

Steve did a double take, “Wait, those are fireflies?”

Eddie paused, “You… never did that thing as a kid where you go outside and try to catch them?”

Slowly shaking his head, Steve replied, “Not really, no.”

This time, Eddie made a tsk-tsk with the click of his tongue. He reached over to grab Steve’s hand. “Then allow me to show you the missing joys of childhood.”

After a careful jump from the roof, Eddie ran to the field, Steve’s hand still in his grasp. The other man gave out a startled laugh with every urgent pull from Eddie. “Hey, man, slow down-!”

“You seriously need to do this!” Eddie said over his shoulder as they entered the field. The grass was as high as their thighs, tickling Eddie’s arm. As they dashed through, more fireflies flew up and around them.

“Woah.” Steve whispered after Eddie finally stopped. He watched as the other man stared wordlessly at the fireflies, his eyes full in wonder as each insect flickered its glow. A few landed on Steve’s hair and shirt. It would’ve been hilarious for Eddie to laugh at if it hadn’t illuminated him in a way that brought the perfect highlights to his face like the slope of his nose and growing softness of his cheeks.

It was such a perfect portrait that it made Eddie wish he had gotten into photography. He would have a camera ready in his hands and used up the entire film roll to snap the same shot over and over.

Eddie cleared his throat, shaking himself out of the stupor. The other man slowly looked back at him, his eyes covered with a thin layer of unshed tears.

“Cup your hands like this.” He instructed, showing Steve the correct position. Steve furrowed his eyes but copied him. Eddie took a second to glance around himself before his eyes landed on the closest firefly. With careful precision, Eddie grabbed at the firefly, keeping his palms closed but far apart so as not to squish the bug. He slightly opened his thumbs apart, allowing the light of the firefly to shine out.

“Can you do that?” Eddie asked. Steve lightly scoffed, already shaking his head. “C’mon, don’t quit already!”

“You’re like a better expert than me.” Steve said, pausing when a firefly landed on his wrist. They both watched as it crawled up to his fingers and then entered Steve’s cupped hands.

Eddie smirked, finally releasing his captured lighting bug. “Looks like you already are. You just took the patient route.”

They stand together far longer than either of them would like, but neither of them complained. They eventually sat down on the ground and watched the fireflies flew right above their heads as if the stars in the sky were chasing each other.

“Beautiful.” Steve said in a soft voice as he stared upwards.

Eddie nodded, his eyes stuck on Steve’s face. “Sure is.”

They both fall into silence. Until Steve speaks again, “Eddie?”

His heart was already breaking his ribs with how rapid it was going. He swallowed quickly, “Yeah?”

“What-” Steve stops himself, a conflicted expression on his face. “Sorry, it was gonna sound dumb and sensitive. Ignore that-”

“Steve.” Eddie said, bumping the toe of his shoe against Steve’s leg. “No dumb questions. I won’t be offended. Promise.” He added when Steve looked over at him with mild disbelief.

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I was going to ask if.. you had any idea what your future was like.”

Eddie gave out a dramatically weary sigh like he was an old man returning from an odyssey. He spoke like one as he responded, “Ah yes, the future. Let me spin you a yarn-” He broke down into cackles when Steve playfully punched him at the shoulder with an exaggerated eyeroll and a smile of his own. It pinched Eddie’s scarred cheek but it was a small cost to make Steve look happy.

After he settled down, Eddie answered a little more seriously, “To be honest, I’m just focusing on making it, you know? Like sure, I survived literal hell and got my diploma, but I just wanna take my time with the recuperation and just-” he spread his arms out, his hands brushing against the non-flattened grass around hum, “-make it.”

“And after that?” Steve was staring at him. Vulnerability shone in his eyes, hunched his body little forward so that Steve was almost curled into himself.

Eddie shrugged, “Find a trade that doesn’t care about my past or my name. Maybe mechanics or electric. Move out of Indiana. Maybe I’ll turn Canadian.”

Steve snickered, “That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Oh.” Steve looked away. He started tearing at some of the smaller grass. Sniffed loudly and quickly brushed a hand over his eyes. Eddie wanted to say something but if he did, it might just startle Steve away. And he doesn’t want Steve to leave.

His silence eventually paid off because Steve spoke again, “I- I thought I had a good one. Before I graduated, I thought that I was going to university to study the same boring degree my dad did just to take over his chair when he drops dead. Then I didn’t get into any of the colleges so-”

“Six little nuggets in a Winnebago.” Eddie had eavesdropped on that conversation. He had remembered thinking oh shit, Steve is actually going back to Nancy until he had suddenly hated himself so much that he wanted to rip out his guts and eat them. The usual reaction of having a crush on Steve Harrington.

“Yeah, I still see that happening.” Steve smiled again. His body became less withdrawn into a shell and more open.

“With someone in particular orrrr..?” Eddie drawled out, not willing to say any name aloud.

Steve stretched his arms out and leaned back until he was laying on the ground. Like a magnet, Eddie felt compelled to do the same. Steve’s eyes were on him again. There was something else behind them that Eddie couldn’t decipher even under the billions of dotted lights shining on them.

“I thought I would have that future alone.” Steve said as Eddie laid down. Their shoulders were pressed together, sending goosebumps up Eddie’s arm.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ there.” He said casually. Then he just barely held back a gasp when he felt Steve’s pinky finger resting on top of his.

He dared to turn his head. Steve was already looking back at him.

There was no telling who leaned in first. Or who laid his hand on his bicep. Or who fluttered their eyes shut to savor the other’s taste even though neither of them showered in the morning and smelled of unwashed carpets and countryside musk.

All Eddie knew was that his lips were now touching Steve’s. And they felt so soft and plump.

Eddie refused to pull away. He pressed closer, rolling on his side. Steve’s hand slithered onto his chest, spaying his fingers across his shirt right on Eddie’s heart before gripping the fabric. Then he pulled Eddie up, just enough so his torso was nearly aligned on top of Steve’s.

They broke apart, catching their breaths together in their new proximity. Eddie peeked through his eyelashes, almost taken aback by the great tenderness on Steve’s face.

“But it was with you.” Eddie nearly swallowed the words from how Steve’s lips still touched his.

“Hm?”

“That future I still want?” Steve smiled despite a tear that trailed from the corner of his eye. “It was with you too. Even if you don’t even want it at all.”

What other way was there for Eddie to prove otherwise except to cup Steve’s cheek and kiss him again with the stars and fireflies as their witnesses?

[slowlypalefire]

Elbert vs Ellis

Event Story

Part 2

* The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate, so expected some errors

I finished making chocolate. I am about to start working on a report on the incident last night.

I've gotten used to the work of a fairy tale writer, and lately I've been able to move forward with my work without worrying.

Today I was worried about a different things.

Elbert: "Kate…let us write the report."

Kate: "But this is my job."

Ellis: "If that's the case, we won't be able to serve you, Kate-san."

"Kate-san, please rest."

Elbert-sama and Ellis-kun are sitting across a typewriter that had been brought in before i knew it.

Elbert: "Last night's mission was to investigate and destroy the secret organization. Is it Will and Harrison?"

Elbert's beautiful fingertips are typing as it touches on it.

Elbert: "...? ....??"

Kate: "Lord Elbert?"

Elbert: "..I’m sorry. I haven’t touched on it much."

Mr. Elbert, who is troubled by lowering his eyes. It's so adorable that I can't help but smile.

Kate: "Hehe, it's difficult right? I'll get used to it too. It was difficult until now."

Ellis: "El, can I try it?"

Ellis touches the typewriter and move quickly, not to mention it hit accurately.

Kate: "That's amazing...have you ever touched it?"

Ellis: "Jude's company also has a typewriter.That’s where I create documents from time to time."

"There are a lot of work that requires physical movement."

(As expected of a talented assistant at a trading company.)

Elbert: "Ah,.... here"

"It might be easier to understand if you write it in chronological order. For example..."

This time Elbert is concise and easy to understand. It will make the sentences easier to read.

(I see. Mr. Elbert is a nobleman.They govern the territory and manage assets.)

I'm sure there will be many opportunities to explain it to others.That's probably why it was cultivated.

(Both of them are amazing, it looks like it's almost finished)

(Hmm... Even though I'm having so much fun, Is it alright?)

As I was having a happy conflict, a deep voice came from above my head.

Jude: "Ah? What, you made the two men serve too? you have ego status."

Alfons: "A future where Kate controls the crown, it might not be that far away.”

Ellis and Elbert:

"Ah, Jude"

"....Al"

Ellis: "Right now, I'm serving Kate-san."

Jude: "You look like you're going to enjoy being laid on a woman's butt. That's quite a hobby."

Alfons: "Is Elle also enjoying being laid on Kate's ass,Is that true?"

Elbert: "...? I wonder if that's true?"

(I can't keep up with the rush!)

Ellis: "Ah, that's right. What kind of service would make Jude happy?"

Jude: "That's already decided. If you go ahead and finish the work before I give you any instructions, I'll be crying with joy."

Ellis: "I do it sometimes, but you're happy when you cry, I've never seen that before..."

Jude: "Be more careful."

Elbert: "...What about Al?"

Alfons: "Of course, there are things you can’t say during the day, and services like this..."

Kate: "Alfons-san!"

Alfons: "Yes, yes, I understand. You want to use it as a reference for your next action, right?"

"When it comes to service, I think it’s one-"

Elbert: "... Kate, does it feels good?"

Ellis: "You look like you’re feeling good.…So cute."

Kate: "Sure, it feels good, but..."

The next "service" that Alfons suggested was to give me a massage.

Mr. Elbert does the shoulders, and Mr. Ellis does the legs.

(I feel sorry and I asked them to stop. But they wouldn't back down no matter what)

(This feels good...)

Just sitting there makes me feel like I'm going to heaven.

Kate: "Hmm,ah..."

Elbert & Ellis: "...Eh?"

Kate: "Ah, I'm sorry. I was so excited that I made a strange sound..."

Elbert: "...I don't care.Let me hear a more cute voice."

Ellis: "Yes, I also like Kate-san’s cute voice.I want to hear it."

Elbert & Ellis: "Which felt better right now... ?"

In Elbert-sama's eyes, are they at the bottom of the deep sea? A feeling of greed creeps up,/

In Elbert-sama's eyes, are they at the bottom of the deep sea? The greed that seems to be creeping up is miserable,

There is a thick heat in Eris-kun's eyes that seems to bind his mind and body like thorny ivy.

Elbert & Ellis:

"...Kate"

"Kate-san"

Kate: "Ah...h-hmm..."

A massage to get rid of all your daily fatigue. After that,

Elbert-sama brought me tea, and Ellis-kun prepared tea sweets.

(It felt good and I'm very happy,i feel like it...)

(If you continue to be served by these two people...I feel like it's going to get worse)

(-Ah)

Kate: "Um, I have a request."

Elbert & Ellis:

"...what?"

"What’s wrong?"

Kate: "I was about to run out of ink ribbon. Thank you very much for joining me in this funny thing."

I asked the two of them to take care of the cargo, and we walked side by side through the lively town.

(I was trying to change the atmosphere even a little,It was a simple suggestion, but I'm glad I went out with it.)

As proof of this, the city is crowded with Valentine's Day. The two of them look like they're having fun walking around.

Elbert: "....Every store is busy."

Ellis: "Hehe, I feel like it does getting more powerful every year."

The shop windows lining the street are cute decorated and pleasing to the eye.

-Although it was supposed to be the same, everyone who passed by was fascinated by Elbert-sama and Ellis-kun.

(I'm used to it, but it's quite noticeable when the two of them are together.

Elbert: "Kate, aren’t you hungry?"

Ellis: "Aren't your legs tired?"

Kate: "Hehe, it's okay. Thank you very much for your concern."

"However, since we're here, we should eat something.Shall we go?"

(Ah, that's right)

"There’s a shop on the corner over there, and Liam says they have some rare tea in front-"

While walking,the two of them goes ahead to guide me to the store.

Man walking down the street: "Oh, hey! Isn't that carriage running out of control !?"

Dress women: "Kyaa! Run away quickly!"

(-eh)

The little man who was walking right next to me,a runaway carriage was heading towards the child-

Elbert & Ellis: "......Huh?"

[darkmaga-returns]

#10 - Actor exposes cancer breakthrough suppressed by Big Pharma.

Remarkable success stories are pouring in from people using Ivermectin and Fenbendazole to combat cancer.

Mel Gibson dropped a bombshell on Joe Rogan’s podcast, revealing that three of his friends had “stage four cancer,” and now “all three of them don’t have cancer right now at all.”

“And they had some serious stuff going on,” Gibson emphasized.

Dr. William Makis, who treated one of Gibson’s friends, has been rigorously researching the anti-cancer potential of Ivermectin and Fenbendazole over the past two years. During that time, he discovered, “There are over 100 papers on the success of Ivermectin and cancer.”

“Ivermectin can actually kill cancer stem cells,” Dr. Makis explained, noting that it targets the cells “that chemo can’t kill.” He added, “It can also reverse resistance that cancer cells develop to certain types of chemotherapy.”

The benefits extend further. “It [Ivermectin] makes cancer cells susceptible to radiation treatment as well. And so it’s a radiosensitizer,” he shared.

Yet, research into these applications has been neglected. “Big Pharma has completely abandoned it. Ivermectin is off-patent. No one’s going to make money on it,” Dr. Makis pointed out.

Taking action where others haven’t, Dr. Makis applied his findings to his practice. “I have over 1,000 cancer patients who are on either a combination of Ivermectin and Fenbendazole or Ivermectin and Mebendazole,” he shared.

Some of his patients were “given a terminal diagnosis” but are now “cancer-free” or have their “cancer under control.”

“Patients, for example, who are taking combinations of chemo and Ivermectin or radiation and Ivermectin are seeing dramatic results that oncologists have never seen, that radiation oncologists have never seen,” Dr. Makis shared.

“Tumors shrinking down to almost nothing, liver metastases disappearing, brain metastases disappearing.”

“There are hundreds, if not thousands, of testimonials” documenting the success stories of Ivermectin and Fenbendazole, Dr. Makis added, offering hope to patients seeking alternatives.

He strongly believes that “the future of cancer care is in repurposed drugs.”

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Dehumanizing

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 24

Leon has a conversation with Krauser.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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“Major?” Leon watched as Krauser’s attention turned to him, blond brows pinching together. 

“What is it, rookie?” He didn’t seem happy to be disturbed. Drills were done for the day. The Major probably wanted to head back to his barracks, turn on his music and forget the poor fools he’d spent the day training. 

But Leon had other plans. 

“I wanted to speak with you.” 

And, despite his clear reluctance, Krauser eventually led Leon back to his office, settling into his chair with an unwillingness that might have made someone think he was being held at gunpoint. “Let’s hear it, rookie. I’m missing dinner. And so are you.” 

“Why haven’t you told the rest about the bioweapons? The ones I fought in Raccoon City?” Leon wasted no time. 

Krauser just looked at him, and Leon couldn’t help but think that the deadpan look he gave was one he’d seen on you, before. 

“You want me to go around spilling classified information?” The Major sounded somewhere between amused and annoyed. 

“It shouldn’t be something the government kept from you,” Leon said, his voice assured. “It shouldn’t be something you keep from the rest of them.” 

Krauser narrowed his eyes, and the air around him seemed to darken a touch as the Major’s mood soured. But still, as he looked at Leon, he sighed and let his head drop a bit. “Look, rookie, no one knows that better than me. But if you think Uncle Sam isn’t gonna bring hell down on me for handing that information out without permission-”

“Major, respectfully, I don’t care if they’re happy or not. They cannot fight the things you’ve been training us to fight as well if they don’t even know they exist.” 

Krauser just looked at him, then. Scoffed. Shook his head. “You did just fine in Raccoon City without a day of experience,” he pointed out. “The Sergeant survived, having never seen any of that shit before-”

“And no one else on base did.” Leon shook his head. “The RPD was wiped out. The military took losses. Even Umbrella’s own mercenaries couldn’t survive in Raccoon City-”

“And they probably knew better than you what to expect there. Your point is?” 

“My point is that we need every edge we can get. They need every edge.” The radio might not have been loud enough to cover the raised voice Leon spoke in. Krauser seemed like he was going to match that energy, to snarl a response. Instead, the Major kept his voice low, his eyes narrowed. 

“If I tell something they don’t want out in the open, they have other people who will replace me here. People who won’t have my tolerance for your bullshit.” Krauser leaned towards him, bracing his arms against the desk. 

“I understand that, sir,” Leon said, stepping forward. Matching the Major. Showing him that he wouldn’t back down. “But that doesn’t change the fact that telling them what they’re up against will make them better prepared for them surviving it.”

“Kid, I’m not out to get court-martialed. And you shouldn’t be, either.”

“They already strong-armed me into service,” Leon said then, his tone harsh. “They’re not going to throw me out. So, I don’t really give a shit what they want to do to me.” 

Krauser frowned. Nodded. “Well, lucky you. I tend to give a shit if I’m going to lose my job.” 

“Your job is, as of right now, to make sure the men and women out there are equipped to fight Umbrella. You can’t do that if you’re not giving them the whole picture.” 

It was a hail Mary play. High risk, high reward. Leon didn’t think that the government could punish him in a worse way that they already had, but Krauser could make life a living hell. Even so, even knowing that risk, Leon spoke the words anyway because it was the best thing he could do. He could only make his point, and wait for the Major’s reply. And he waited a while, as Krauser’s eyes bored into Leon’s skull. 

“You’re right.” There was a moment of silence as Krauser grimaced, clearly displeased about what he was about to say. “And I’m going to do what I can. See if I can bypass some of this red tape.” 

Leon . . . hadn’t expected that. Krauser had never admitted that Leon was right about anything before. It settled his nerves, though, and the younger man nodded. “Thank you, Major.” 

Krauser just frowned, waving his hand. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a pain in the ass. Get out of here.”

Leon didn’t need to be told twice, and nodded, taking his leave. Or, rather, he was about to when the Major spoke up again. 

“And rookie?” Leon stopped just before he reached the door. “Careful with this. You’re a good soldier but be careful thinking rules don’t apply to you.” Krauser didn’t sound angry. There was no accusation in the words. Just fact. “It doesn’t matter what you survived. You’re an asset to the government, and they want to hold on to that asset, but you have entire squads of people out there training for the same thing you are.” He gestured with his chin towards the window, towards the rest of the base outside. “You’re valuable to them, but only so long as you play by their rules.” 

Leon nodded, and something in the Major’s eyes made him wonder if he was talking strictly about this conversation . . . but if he meant anything more by the words, he didn’t specify it, and Leon left the office behind. 

And even if he believed that Krauser would do what he could . . . Leon could only focus on his anger. The injustice of it. They’d forced him into this, and now they weren’t giving the others the tools they needed to survive it. 

You’re an asset. 

You’re valuable to them, but only so long as you play by their rules.

None of you were people, to them. You were all a means to an end. Just as the bioweapons Umbrella made were. Monstrosities that the US would have been content to trade Umbrella for, if Raccoon City hadn’t happened. They were all just pawns. Him. You. Krauser. Everyone on this base. Pawns. Weapons. Tools.

And suddenly, he desperately needed to feel like a human. 

So he headed towards the one person who could give him that feeling.                 

⧫⧫⧫

“So?” You were waiting in the training yard, alone. When you saw Leon’s stormy expression, his brows low and shadowing his eyes, you were glad that it was just you. That the two of you might be able to talk in peace, with just the sound of the radio inside the barracks to accompany whatever conversation you were about to have. “What’d he say?” 

Leon just shrugged. “Said he’d do his best. Try and get as much information released to us as he could.” 

He was upset about something. That was easy to see. “Then what went wrong?” 

For a moment, Leon didn’t say anything, shaking his head and letting out a breath. “Nothing. Just thinking about some things.” 

You nodded, examining him for a moment. “You want to talk about it?” 

Leon paused, and you could see that, as much as he did want to, something was holding him back. Maybe it was the now-open window into the officer’s barracks, where the music from Krauser’s radio drifted out. “No.” He finally answered. “Let’s go to the range.” 

You of all people knew what it was to turn to such things when the mind was at war. To arm oneself for that fight. So you nodded. You’d been hoping to fight with knives tonight, just the two of you. Hoping that, perhaps, after it got dark, you could steal a moment with him. But if your focus came at the end of a blade, then Leon’s, it seemed, came looking down the sights of a handgun. So, you let him lead the way. 

Having spent the last few months of your life on this base, it didn’t take you long to realize that he was not, in fact, going the way he should be. 

But he was leading you towards the mess hall. 

“Think you’re headed the wrong way, Kennedy,” you pointed out with a slight smile. 

He stopped, looking back at you with a look that was softer than the one he’d given earlier. Almost boyish, and beautiful. “No,” he said, stepping closer, keeping his voice low. “I’m headed right where I want to be.” 

And against reason and wariness, you felt your heart skip a beat - because since that first night, since you’d felt him kiss his way down your body, you’d wanted nothing but to be alone with him again. To feel your skin against his. To be with him. You’d both waited long enough. 

So you shook your head, humming a soft laugh. “Alright then,” you said, looking into those beautiful eyes of his. “Lead the way.” 

And then you followed him into the gathering dark. 

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[voidandabyssal]

Hey! It's been a while since I requested anything and I'm bored...

I miss your Horrorfell bros so can we have some general headcanons for them? Do they have any interests? Favourite things to do or food to eat? Would they get flustered easily if I complimented them (provided they aren't hungry)? Can you tell that I'm a sucker for these two AU's and love this combination??

Omg yayyyyy! I haven’t been requested in so long! Thank you❤️ I’m such a sucker for horrorfell! I wish more people liked it! I’m planning to rewrite my fan fiction of those two (finally😫) so hopefully you’ll get some more of my fav boys soon!

Pyre: (hf papyrus)

Hound: (hf sans)

Pyre and Hounds relationship doesn’t recover for a WHILE after surfacing. Bad enough that they go a good couple years without talking to each other. They reconnect after some long talks and deep self reflections in therapy and realise they miss each other.

Once they do reconnect they both put in the effort. Maybe they’ll never be as close as they once were, hell they probably won’t ever live together again. But they’re still brothers, and they still care about each other

Hound uses his government received reparations to buy a small run down cottage on the side of Ebott Mountain, it has a huge garden with lots of privacy from his neighbours. Hound isn’t actually sure if he has neighbours?? He sure as hell isn’t looking to meet them.

Pyre once on the surface eventually comes to be known as the crazy cat lady of his neighbourhood. He owns at least a dozen cats, (not including the feral strays he feeds in his garden). Each one is equally loved and doted on. They all sleep on his bed in the winter. They all have unique names, collars and food bowls. Not a single one goes a day without getting some kind of treat from Pyre

Hound despite his very extroverted past self, never fully recovers his interest in other people. He spends most of his days gardening and farming his own food. He’s got a small flock of chickens that he pretends to hate. Like one of those dads that grumpily insists he doesn’t like the new pet, but is then seen snuggling with the damn thing a day later.

Pyre regains his love for sweets. He kept it a secret before the famine, ashamed it would make him seen weak. He’s too old and hungry for that now tho. Give him his sweets or give him death🤺

The local bakery both fears and respects that man for the amount of chocolate sweets he purchases😮‍💨

Hound meanwhile is a blackhole for food, he literally has no favourites and would eat literally garbage if it was placed in front of him. Bro is just excited to eat

Both boys would get pretty flustered if you complimented them! Pyre would brush it off waving you away before you could see the blood red blush dusting his cheekbones. “YES OF COURSE YOU APPRECIATE THE TERRIBLE PYRES DINNER! YOU DID NOT NEED TO VERBALISE IT HUMAN!!!” As he hides away in the kitchen.

Hound would chuckle quietly and tug down his beanie so you couldn’t see the way his eye light blew up in size as he looked down at you, maybe he would reach down and ruffle your hair. “….thanks…..cutie” he would manage to speak aloud.

Hound doesn’t work, his metal jaw and cracked skull make it difficult for him to communicate, occasionally he’ll plonk down a stall (a totally legal one at that. No sir not at all like his illegal hot dog stand) and sell some of his veggies and chicken eggs other than that he’s pretty much chilling in his home.

Pyre on the other hand dives into work as soon as he can. He’s very lonely for a long time once on the surface. All his old friends are dead, or he wishes they were, him and Hound aren’t on speaking terms yet. So he busied himself to stop the aching feeling of loneliness settling into his soul.

He jumps around from place to place, it’s hard to find work when you’re a terrifying skeleton and you’re also disabled. Eventually he settles on working as a counsellor. He’s tough on his clients, unforgiving even. But Pyre loves what he does and he genuinely gives it his all in helping his patients.

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this much, but Pyres got a pretty fucked up spine. It makes it difficult for him to go long without sitting, and he receives multiple surgeries to hopefully help fix it. All that does is extend the time he can stay standing. Pyre can’t do much exercise or walking before the pain gets too much. Once on the surface he gets a wheelchair and is pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t have to spend most of the day in terrible pain.

Pyres a tough nut to crack socially, his walls are forever up and he needs time to start to trust someone. Just keep taking your chances, sit with him at work, offer him some home baked cookies, knock on his door and ask for help (Pyre loves to feel useful). Eventually he’ll break, and you’ll have a gigantic protective skeleton at your beck and call!

Be ready to spend a lot of time after those walls are down though, Pyre loves to be social and he absolutely will drag you to places he wants to visit if need be.

Hounds a little easier to befriend, just don’t speak for him, (even if it takes a while for Hound to get the words out he hates being spoken over even more) and he’ll think you’re alright. If you wanna get closer you gotta dish out some puns, or some good ol’ slapstick humour often

I wouldn’t bother trying to befriend them in the Underground if I were you though. This time in their lives is marked by hunger, sadism and wrath. You likely won’t get far before a knife is shoved in your stomach or your chopped in half. If you meet them Underground you gotta have something to be worth keeping alive.

Pyre as much as he hates to admit it, spends a lot of time in therapy. When Pyre initially got triggered by something he reacted violently, brutally so. He would lash out at everyone and everything in the vicinity until he felt safe again. This was part of the reason Hound and him stopped talking. Hound was sick and tired of being torn into and beaten around over perceived insults or threatening actions.

The therapy does Pyre a lot of good, it’s what inspires him to become a counsellor. Eventually he settles down and manages to learn what to avoid and what to distance himself from.

Blood, meat, injured humans, etc. Pyre also deconstructs his ego problems, he stops feeling the need to constantly project “DANGER” to feel safe.

Hound never goes to therapy, ever. Yes he’s still triggered by a lot of things, and yeah sometimes he lashes out or suffers from debilitating panic attacks. No, there’s probably nothing anyone could ever do to convince him to go to therapy, he’s learning in his own way how to manage.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Haven’t I Given Enough”

König x Fem! (y/n)

TW-Super Angsty

“How was I suppose to know things were supposed to end. I’m a operator from Kortac Faction. My job was to get in and get out with the intel. But it was much more than that.”

“The way she looked at me hurt more then any gunshot, stab wound could hurt. She was afraid of me she wouldn’t look at me. She wouldn’t let me touch her. I know she didn’t want to believe that I was the beast that everyone talked about.”

“They promised me this was a solo mission. I never wanted her to see me do this.”

“Realizing who the target was. And how much I had fucked up. This was a set up from the beginning.”

“The target was an arms dealer and a smuggler. Or so I was told. But this wasn’t the target. This was a set up to get rid of me. But why? My job was to eliminate him. I had no idea that was her brother. The way she walked in and the way she looked at my handiwork.”

“The way she pointed her gun towards me. The sound of the gun going off. The ringing in my ears echoed.”

“I waited for death. But the sounds of someone falling and the gun hitting the ground. She stood before me holding her chest.”

I always wake up at that part. I don’t see why I’m being made to talk about this over and over I want to forget that it. Look Doc I know this exercise suppose to help me get pass these memories but I keep remembering her. I want to stop reliving that part where I fucked up my whole life.

“SHE DIED IN MY ARMS AND BY MY ALLIES THE 141 TASK FORCE!!!”

“They showed up. And there she was trying to save her brother but she pulled her gun on me. I watched her die.”

“I’ve given my mind, body, my whole life to this cause defending my country and my government.”

“Only to be given this?”

*Konig gestured to the therapist sitting across from him.*

“Sie ist meinetwegen tot”

-she’s dead because of me

“Suspended me, court martial me.”

“So ist es besser für mich. Schickt mich in die Hölle, das ist mir egal.”

-"It's better for me that way. Send me to hell, I don't care."

"Ich habe sie geliebt!"

-"I loved her!"

Konig you do know that you wake up thinking she’s still alive you’ve done that 5 times this month.

“You’re not in the armed services Mr. König”

"Worüber redest du?"

-“What are you talking about?”

“Mr. Konig it’s been 40 years since you were discharged. You don’t remember. Mr. Konig you’ve been with us for 10 years”

*The therapist takes notes on her patient*

~patient has no recollection of his episodes this week and keeps thinking he’s an operator from his younger days.

~patient brings up lost love that went by the name (y/n). He carries her picture with him everywhere asking all the staff and patients if they had seen her anywhere on the grounds.

~patient had a violent outburst yesterday. Something from dinner or one of the visitors perfume set him off.

~ran around the hospice like a mad man calling his lost loves name

~this morning woke up and started his army drills again. Disturbing all the patients.

~his condition isn’t improving. He keeps reverting back to his Kortac Days.

~but his condition is worsening. I’m afraid he isn’t gonna make it to tomorrow.

~binx’s our rest home staff member visited his room this morning and will not leave.

Binx is a cat.

I do hope he finds peace.

“Alright Mr. Konig it’s time for bed”

“You’re dismissed Soldier.”

König sat down on his bed pulling out all of his war pins and his uniform. Dressing himself up and fixing his hood.

“She loved seeing me like this especially after I made love to her and after we would dance. She loved slow dancing.”

“She made me promise her that I would find love in this life. And that she forgave me that day.”

“For my country and my job”

“Have I’ve Given Enough?!”

“Mr. Konig do you need me to stay with you?”

One of the staff members stayed in his room with room. Helping him in whatever way needed.

“No, she’s here to take me with her?”

“She’s here”

“Es ist zu lange her, mein Bär?”

-“"It's been too long, my bear?”

There she stood looking beautiful as ever. She looked beautiful as the day Konig had lost her. There she stood in her daisy sun dress. The one that Konig had bought for her for their 2nd year anniversary.

“Mein Schatz, es ist so schön, dich zu sehen. Ich habe geduldig auf dich gewartet.”

-"My darling, it's so nice to see you. I've been patiently waiting for you."

“How do I look?” “I’ve missed you.”

*Konig walked to her but as he touched her hand he too had reverted back to his younger self*

“Bist du jetzt bereit zu gehen?”

-"Are you ready to go now?"

(Y/N) looked at him with a smile holding his hand.

“Yes my Schatz take me with you. I’m ready to go.”

-together they left hand in hand walking to the bright light that led them to the rest of the 141 Task Force.

“Morning announcements.”

Last night our long time patient Mr. Konig passed peacefully in his sleep. His service will be held later this week. My office is open to everyone I understand this is a grieving process and I do encourage everyone to come visit my office. And if you like to visit the service later this week please do notify staff members to add you to the list at the front.

Walking into his room. Seeing all of his pictures of his friends and his beloved brings tears to my eyes. She must’ve been a special woman to him.

“Excuse me Doc what do we do with Mr. Konig stuff.”

“His belongs will be buried with him and his pictures as well. But this one will be framed in the front.”

The photo that was placed in the lobby was a group photo. Where Konig held his beloved in his arms. She stood beside him. And everyone from the Task Force 141 stood together smiling looking at the camera. The way they look in their younger days they were stunning.

But Mr. Konig beloved was quite the looker. She held him on his waist her hand laid on his stomach. The way Konig tried to level himself out for her to stand beside him for the photo.

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif.

[bisluthq]

Yes! Exactly everything you said about matty and the comedian comparisons! I’m completely stumped about comedians I like atm lmao but I do like dark comedy. I think matty wanted to be like them but just isn’t cool enough or smart enough, or it’s cause he actually does believe the “jokes” he makes. But yeah, he’s shown who he is enough times now, and I think this has been the clearest he’s been where there’s no gag, it’s straight up shit.

Also I think he doesn’t want to be a better person or a good person, he just wants to be perceived as one the same way he wants to be perceived as a non snobby intellectual, but he just reminds me of Russel brand (excluding the very part about the allegations about Russel, I haven’t heard that sort of thing about matty). He seems to put so much effort into acting like he doesn’t care about fame and image and legacy but he sure knows how to go ‘woopsies i think I think I said something bad again? I’m not perfect :( but no one can be :) but I don’t want to be an asshole :( but I can’t help who I am and at least I am always true to myself :)’ i can’t imagine being a fan, it seems exhausting (i say as a swiftie lmao).

And yep, you really see what people think when they’re angry/ upset! I have this problem, only my problem is that I grew up constantly hearing the homophobic f slur (never actually used in context though because my extended family has a lot of LGB folks, and we had a drag queen family friend) but if someone stubbed their toe, encounter a bad driver, spill a drink, anything, they’d shout “fucking F…”! I struggled getting my key into the lock the other day and was busting for the toilet and said “come on you fucking f…” and it caught me off guard, because one I’m bi lol but it just came out so easily and without thought, but mostly because I felt uncomfortable when Jason Kelce said it a few weeks ago even though he was using the word that had been used against him. But talking about a key in the door, it obviously has no deep meaning or person attached, but I need to unlearn that as my “I’m so frustrated right now phrase” 😬 but in a more serious thing, we have had a lot youth crime and when they show videos with blurred out faces and the kids aren’t white, or it’s in an area that’s accepted a lot of refugees, the things people who weren’t even affected will say, and comments people leave on social media with their government name… so messed up! I read a book a few years ago about African Americans living in America and children of immigrants feel they need to be perfect and not get in any minor mischief or trouble like underage drinking because other people will paint it as a failing of their whole community. I can’t remember the name of the book now (maybe it was a blm podcast actually? If anyone remembers it please let me know) but it was something that I hadn’t personally seen/ noticed until after learning that. But now I see it everywhere, and especially with trans people atm!

I keep thinking about what you said about Vance being more dangerous than trump because he speaks well and I’m noticing it with the edge lord types who use big words or people who write a seemingly logical explanation about why eating too much red meat is bad and then they’ll just throw in some racist dog whistles and then within a few weeks they’re not using dog whistles but saying the racist shit unfiltered and because they made some accurate points and used big words and sounded eloquent, it just slides in there like ‘oh well this must be true too’

I got off topic from talking about what matty said but it feels like it’s all connected in some weird way. It makes sense in my head, I just can’t put the words in order.

I mean Matty saying what he said wasn’t really a joke - it was just a racialized threat. Obviously it was a jokey threat because I don’t believe Matty would fight Azaelia (also: he if he did, he would lose because she’s just straight up crazier than him). And I just have no patience for that? If he said “I’m coming to egg your house” that would be a weird thing to say but it wouldn’t be racist. If he said “next time you see your car, expect the tires to be slashed” that would be a threat of malice but it wouldn’t be racist. Even if he just said “next time I see you, I’m gonna smack you” I’d be like “… ok” but the wig thing coming in was just RACIST and there’s just no excuse for that.

Especially because he keeps doing it. He keeps being “accidentally” racist which like… bro is just a racist little man. And obviously that doesn’t make him about to go commit hate crimes or whatever but it’s also like??? Come on.

and I agree when you see people committing crimes is often when the hate comes out and it’s like idk man the hate was there and let’s be real, if you need a group to be perfect not to use slurs against them then you’re just bigoted? Like yes. You get shitty Black people, and shitty Muslim people, and shitty trans people, and shitty poor people. Having a marginalized identity doesn’t make these people better people. It’s also imo prejudiced when people make excuses for shitty behaviors “because” the person committing it is marginalized. Like no that person is just shitty. Maybe they have an excuse for it but just about everyone has an excuse for the shitty things they do because almost no one goes out with the express goal of being a bad person? But that person happens to suck. Okay. Says nothing about the group as a whole 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ People are just people.

I said this a while back out loud and this person tried to gotcha me by saying “but aren’t you anti cops and isn’t that just the excuse there that there are some bad apples” and the difference is cop is not an identity? It’s a job. And it kind of doesn’t have room for bad apples. I hadn’t seen that when I had that convo, but to quote Chris Rock again he has this whole thing about how if a number of pilots at an airline just… hated landing planes and preferred crashing them into things, we wouldn’t be like “oh no a few bad apples!!!” we’d be like “fuck that airline” and like no those people shouldn’t be pilots lol. People who like crashing planes shouldn’t be airline pilots. Maybe they can be stunt people?? Idk. Find a different job. People who like shooting people shouldn’t be cops. They should maybe be hunters? Idk. Some things should just preclude you from certain occupations. That doesn’t speak to your identity, you’re just… ill suited for that particular role in society.

which is very long and rambling but ties back to Matty and Azaelia fwiw to say that aspects of who they are as people should preclude them from a public presence. Pity. Because both are musically talented individuals. Azaelia tho fwiw hasn’t put out music in forever, I think she’s mostly just… causing shit. And it’d be okay if she was yelling into a void but people do pay attention and that sucks. And same for Matty. Like he just shouldn’t be a famous person with a platform. He’s a weird, over sensitive, shitty little man and he should be talking into a void lol.

[alaskan-wallflower]

I totally agree with your post on censorship of Israel and Palestine. Obviously what is happening between them right now and tragic and disgusting. Lately people have been grouping all Jewish people into being zionists which is so harmful, I’m Jewish and my father was beaten in the city to the point where he was hospitalised just because he was wearing the Star of David. I was with him when it happened, he didn’t do anything aside from being Jewish, my family isn’t even from Israel, we are in full support of Palestine but people want to label us Zionist for a culture we were born into. Jewish and Israeli people can’t control their heritage and calling all of them zionists for it is insane, real zionists are terrifying and to throw the term Zionist around waters down the impact of them. They want to erase history of Jewish people and make us collectively look bad, comparing current tragedies to the holocaust, no violence should ever be compared like it’s a competition. Of course there are Jewish people who are bad and hold radical beliefs but that also goes for every other culture, ethnicity, and religion. I do not condone Israel’s actions in any way but I strongly disagree with showing prejudice towards Jewish and Israeli people who have nothing to do with the war and do not support it.

Tw Antisemitism, politics mentions of the Israel/Palestine conflict, read at your own risk. Come after me all you want. I don’t care. But I need to talk about this because it’s important.

First off, I’m so sorry that that happened to your family. Nobody deserves that at all. I send my deepest condolences and I hope that your father (and the rest of your family) is okay. It is absolutely disgusting that that happened. I’m assuming by ‘the city’ you mean NYC, and I know that antisemitic hate crimes have risen 200%, and it’s just vile, especially because Jews in places nowhere even near Israel are hiding blamed. It’s not their fault.Its not even the Israelites’ faults. It’s the Israeli government’s fault.

Secondly, I agree whole heartedly. There are good Jewish people in Israel. Good, innocent Jewish people who haven’t done anything wrong and absolutely do not deserve to be censored. Although I do not condone what is going on there right now, I absolutely do not condone October 7th either. You could argue that none of this would have happened if October 7th never happened. If you’re gonna talk politics, you have to look at both sides, not just the one you support. That goes for any politics, be it this, your position on the left/right spectrum, whatever. You have to look at both sides.

Words can’t even describe just how awful it is that Jewish people in places that have nothing to do with Israel are being blamed and harassed mot just on the internet, but in r3al life too. Watching it just makes me feel sick. Again, while I do not and will not ignore the fact that what the Israeli government has decided to do is absolutely disgusting and tragic, I also cannot and will not ignore the fact that innocent people are being labeled such harmful terms and their voices aren’t being heard. That’s like saying every American ever is anti immigrant or that every American in the world supports what’s going on in the government there, albeit on a much less extreme scale.

But yes. I absolutely don’t think that Israel should be censored while Palestine isn’t. If you want to censor one you gotta censor the other. What happened with me was that the person said they n didn’t want pro Israel people finding my post’. The thing is I don’t care who sees my posts. People aren’t always going to agree with me and my opinions and that’s fine. People aren’t always going to enjoy what I say. But I can take it. I don’t need a group of people to be censored for the sole sake of ‘protecting me from “the bad guys”’ (putting that in HEAVY quotes).

Again. I’m so sorry that that’s happening to you and other people on the internet. I’ve seen it happen. One blog I like in particular had been labeled a Zionist when they aren’t. And I feel awful for them because it isn’t fair. They’ve never even indicated that they are. In fact they’ve heavily denied it and I feel awful that so many people get this sort of traction on the internet. Everyone deserves to feel safe online, including Jewish people.

I don’t expect anyone to really listen to me though. I myself am not Jewish so take what I say with that in mind. I’m also a technical minor and nobody listens to minors so you know. People are probably not gonna care about what I say. But I’ll still say it because I wanna raise awareness

(Sorry for the rant)

[reigningqueenofwords]

You Won't Guess

Part 2 of Dropping In

So, something that you hadn’t thought of right off the bat? You didn’t even exist in this universe. Well, a version of you might. Which was a very weird thought. 

It had been one week since you appeared behind Clint, and you were currently in a room with Tony and his lawyer. He was trying to make it so you actually existed, and since you were a minor…he also was making it so he was your guardian (wrapping your head around him making you a Stark was hard). “I don’t get what’s so hard about this. Thor is from another planet and we were able to get him legal here. What’s so hard about getting a 17 year old girl some paperwork?” Tony was clearly annoyed. 

“She’s a human, Mr. Stark. Clearly there’s some worry about how you came to have her in your care.” His lawyer explained. Again. “Miss, are you here of your own will?” He asked you. 

You nodded. “I am.” Where else would you go? And why wouldn’t you want to live in Stark Tower? 

“And how did you come to be here?” That was something he had been avoiding asking. It was like he didn’t want to know too many details when it came to Tony.

“Magic.” You said bluntly, making him stare at you. “Are you telling me with everything that’s happened, you’re having trouble believing I’m here because of magic ? Aliens attacked New York, Thor is a literal God, and Steve is from the 1940s.” 

Sighing, he made a face that said ‘you’re right’. “I’ll see what I can do.” He caved. “I’ll call you when I get an update, Mr. Stark.” 

“My mom once told me I should be a lawyer. I’m glad that was never a goal of mine. He looked so done with life.” You mused as the pair of you made your way to his lab. “Or like he needs a vacation.” 

He nodded. “He’s my lawyer, so you’re not wrong.” He mused. “And you’re about to be my daughter according to the government, so I’m sure you’ll want a vacation, too.” 

You laughed at that. “Maybe I’ll be fine because I’ve seen the movies so many times.” 

“I am curious about those. You’ll have to tell us about them, because I’m sure the others are curious, too.” Did the movies actually have what happened in their universe? Or were they just completely made up stories? It was fascinating to him. “Maybe we can all go out to dinner tonight and you can fill us in.” 

“That could be fun!” You agreed easily, but then wondered: was Bucky alive in this universe? You hadn’t seen him, nor had anyone mentioned him. “What if there are people in the movies I haven’t seen here?” You asked, looking over at him.

Tony thought for a moment. “That’s a tough one. Would it affect us in any way?” 

“Maybe?” You honestly had no way of knowing. “How about I tell you what I can, only involving the people I’ve met. If things line up, then I can go on…because maybe it’ll help in the long run. If not, I won’t say, because I don’t want things to be weird.” 

He stopped, raising an eyebrow at you. “Weird how?” He wondered. 

You chewed on your lip. “Bucky is alive in the movies.” You blurted out. “No one here has mentioned him.” 

“Why does that name sound familiar?”

“James Buchanan Barnes. Steve’s best friend. In the movies he became the Winter Soldier, and it takes seeing Steve to start breaking through the mind control. That’s like the really dumbed down version.” You rambled. “Steve didn’t know until Bucky tried to kill him.” 

“Oh wow. That’s…big.” What else would you call that information? 

You nodded. “It is. That’s why I don’t want to bring him up if things went differently in this universe? They were best friends. Well, going off the movies it was more than that. One of the biggest ships ever.” It was very clear what you meant by your tone. 

He looked a tad amused. “That’s interesting. Capsicle had a boyfriend?” He motioned for the pair of you to keep walking. 

On the way, you told him all the little tidbits that hinted at Steve and Bucky being more. Tony was hanging on your every word, like a teenage girl with the juiciest gossip. You just knew that you were going to have a much better life here than you did back in your universe. 

“You ship them, don’t you?” He smirked, amused at how into that explanation you got. 

Laughing, you shrugged. “They’re one of my ships, yeah.” You admitted. “That’s all you’re getting from me right now.” You teased, not wanting to be like ‘I also ship you and Steve!’, because that would be weird.. 

“Oh, you wound me.” He teased right back. “What’s the weirdest ship?” 

You thought for a moment. “Nat and Bruce. It was so weird. They were totally setting up a Clint and Nat thing, but then boom. They were together. Out of nowhere, it was them ? So many people, myself included, were confused and annoyed.” You made a face. 

“Yeah, that is weird.” He agreed. “I don’t think I’d get behind that one, either.” It was an odd pairing in his mind, too. “Is that also the most hated ship? Or no?” 

“Not even close, but I think to mention that one would also need to play into things I’m not sure I should let you guys in on yet. I will tell you that it divides people. Like, full on twitter wars have been waged over it.” You snorted. “I kept my opinions to myself. People can be vicious online!” 

“You’re not wrong.” He agreed, opening the lab door. “I look forward to hearing what ship this is eventually. If I guess it, will you tell me?” 

Laughing, you nodded. “Sure, but I know you won’t guess!” 

[polarisbibliotheque]

Survivor's Blood (Leon x Reader) - Chapter 4

Survivor's Blood

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 (you are here!)

Summary: After Raccoon City, Leon became the only Government agent with that kind of expertise. With relentless training, he was now a Special Agent - again, on his first day in the job. He just didn’t expect to live Raccoon City all over again… Maybe Leon was fated to always have the worst first-days-at-work ever.

Age Restriction: 18+. It’s horror, so expect a lot of graphic violence and blood dripping from this. I mean, VERY GRAPHICAL VIOLENCE. Nothing we haven’t seen on RE, but still. Yee been warned

TRIGGER WARNING: There are explosions, fights and the reader gets considerably injured - broken ribs, glass stuck in skin... That sort of thing.

Author's notes: It took me a while for this update - thanks so much for waiting! My health has been going through some ups and downs, but I'll always be back to posting ;)

This time, we have a little shorter chapter, but hey, you're meeting Mr. Kennedy himself! And beating some zombies with an umbrella.

Chapter 4

Magical Donuts, April 29th, 2001 – 21h43

During all your life in New Setosa, you never felt so happy to see the Magical Donuts in the distance. Of course, you loved its sweets. But the perspective of meeting Leon – and finally having a useful gun – amidst that apocalypse made you happier than being able to eat a dozen guilty free donuts.

You hadn’t called each other for a while: Leon focused on his path and you did the same. Luckily, you didn’t have to test the utility of the umbrella as a weapon yet, but you couldn’t say the same for him – Leon had to waste a few bullets, even if he didn’t want to.

Also differently from you, Leon was already inside the diner: a wide place, with its decoration arguably cute and sugary, contrasting with the blood smeared on the walls and the floor as well as the dead people and the zombies Leon had to waste ammo to kill. He was careful enough to clear the kitchen and bathrooms, just to be sure you wouldn’t have any kind of surprises when you two met.

You, in the other hand, walked quietly through the streets, firmly holding the umbrella. You managed to lose all zombies along the way, but you saw a few right ahead – roaming flaming cars, continuously hitting store fronts – which wouldn’t be as easy to leave behind. At least, not on the path you were making.

“Ok…” You took a deep breath, holding the umbrella with both of your hands. “It’s showtime.”

With resolute steps, you marched towards the undead, in an obvious route towards the Magical Donuts. The intention was to hit the very first one who saw you and then run as if there was no tomorrow – Leon had better be there already, because he hadn’t talked to you in a while and all you needed at the moment were a few well-placed shots.

You just weren’t expecting to be caught off-guard by a zombie who threw itself towards you from a little dark street by your side: hands reaching out and mouth wide open, ready to get you.

“Shit! Get off!” As you screamed, you managed to dodge and slipped on your own feet, falling without even letting go of the umbrella. That drew all the attention to you; the zombies already dragging themselves to your direction. “Ok, then! C’mon!”

Quickly back on your feet again, you didn’t think twice before hitting one of the undead on the face with the umbrella. Its blood flew on the streets, staining your tank top while the zombie crumbled to the floor like rotten fruit.

As soon as he heard your scream outside and all the zombie commotion, Leon turned his attention to one of the big windows of the Magical Donuts. He was ready to help you when you took your faithful umbrella and started smashing zombies, unrelentingly.

Leon didn’t want to admit, but that scene was at least a little funny, considering the situation. He couldn’t stop himself from furrowing his eyebrows and letting out a quick laugh.

“’Cmon’? Really?” He asked himself while checking his ammo and leaving the shop. “Y/n’s crazy, huh?”

But you were fearless with your umbrella, avoiding attacks as you could and slowly, but surely, approaching the donut shop. Hitting another undead and pushing it on the others, you turned around.

“Leon!” And you couldn’t stop yourself from opening a big smile of relief when seeing him in that apparent world’s end. Even if you didn’t know him, that guy could only be Leon.

“Y/n!” He readied his handgun, already aiming at the zombies behind you. “Get down!”

You didn’t think twice. Before getting up again, you heard two shots, running towards Leon right after. You were so close to the diner.

One of the undead, though, suddenly sprinted towards you, entangling its bony hands on your hair. You screamed and let go of the umbrella, fighting to get rid of those claws, avoiding the bloody teeth that searched for your neck at all costs. Leon screamed something you couldn’t understand at the moment – and continued without understanding even after you got rid of that creature and threw it with all your might in a nearby car, engulfed in flames.

All you were able to understand was a loud explosion while your body flew in the air, hitting a police car almost on the other side of the street – luckily, though, almost next to the door of the Magical Donuts.

“Y/n! Son of a bitch!” Leon managed to scream as soon as he saw you in the air. He had to get rid of the remaining zombies and, now that you were injured, he wouldn’t save ammo to do so.

With a few shots, Leon killed almost all of them, missing only two. You tried to get up from the floor, your feet slipping in the dirt while you moaned and held the left side of your ribs. That had definitely caught you by surprise, but you didn’t hesitate when Leon offered you his hand.

“Hold in there, y/n!” When his hand held yours, harsh from the tactical gloves, Leon pulled you up with a single swift movement, making you moan in pain while you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. With one of his hands firm against your waist, Leon only stopped to shoot the last remaining zombies – with Matilda back in the harness, he helped you find a safe spot inside the Magical Donuts.

He was careful enough to find a seat that wasn’t dripping with blood so you could sit down. As you did, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, still keeping pressure on your ribs.

“Hey, y/n. Everything ok? Talk to me.” Leon kneeled in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. Your head hanged low, and it looked like you were everything but fine.

“It’s spinnin’. And my right ear is ringin’.” Your answer was a little slurred, but more centered than he initially expected. He had to make sure you didn’t have any serious injuries on your head.

“Ok. Deep breaths, stay like this for a while.” While he spoke, Leon took one of his hands to your head, caressing your hair in search for blood or any kind of serious injury. That, though, helped you ground a little quicker. “Hmmm, it looks like you didn’t hit your head. Anywhere around here is hurtin’?”

“No.” And your speech wasn’t slurred anymore, even if you kept your eyes closed. “Not in the head. Only down here.”

Leon turned his attention to your ribs, where you signaled the pain. Indeed, he didn’t want to say it out loud, but he could see a stream of blood flowing between your fingers. He just had to know if that blood was yours or from one of those things you bravely fought against with your mighty umbrella.

“I’ll have to take a look, can I…?” Leon’s hands approached your injury as he lifted his eyes to yours. Opening your own eyes, you focused on his face for a while, observing Leon in order to make sure your vision wasn’t going to turn blurry again.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you, Leon Kennedy.” Your answer came with a little smile on your lips, making him mirror your expression.

“It’s nice to meet you too, y/n. What a way to meet, huh?” He spoke casually, distancing your hand from your shirt. He found a bloodstain filled with glass shards and, upon touching it, Leon realized it could be a little worse than he first thought. “Hmmm… I need to lift your shirt to see how it looks down there, ok?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You sighed in return, resting your elbow on the table nearby and using your hand to rest your head while watching Leon carefully working on you. He was surprisingly gentle for such a badass looking guy. “I’ve had better days here at the Magical Donuts.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.” His laugh had nothing of amusing in it while he remembered thinking the same thing upon walking through what was left of Raccoon City. With your shirt up, Leon found a considerable bruise that promised to get worse, aside from the glass shards – probably from the police car’s window – that bit your skin and made you bleed. Carefully, he ran his fingers where your bones would be, and where the bruise looked worse, making you flinch for a moment. “Look, best scenario, you got one hell of a hit and you’ll get a nasty lookin’ bruise. Worst scenario, you got a broken rib.”

“I’ve definitely had better days.” You had pure desolation in your eyes, making him give you a sad smile as an answer. Your look immediately turned around as you pointed back at him with resolve. “Don’t even think about getting rid of me. Patch me up and let’s get moving before it’s too late for the survivors at the hospital.”

Leon rested his hands on his own legs, sighing while shaking his head.

“You’re quite the stubborn little thing, huh…?”

“Yep.” You allowed yourself a little smile, curiously watching Leon as he prepared his first aid emergency kit scattered around the pouches on his belt. Very practical to carry things he found around, something he learned the hard way. “I need to be headstrong to end the reign of terror of companies like Umbrella.”

“You need to be brave.” Even if you had humor in your voice, Leon’s correction was serious as he had already started cleaning the glass shards from your bruises. You wrinkled your nose and did your best not to complain about the pain. “To get all the way down here with a tactical team, you already have to be brave. With an umbrella, then?”

As he mentioned the umbrella, you exchanged a quick look and started laughing. Indeed, that wouldn’t be quickly forgotten.

“Can you imagine if I had chosen the stapler?” You gave Leon a side look, making him laugh even more. “Maybe it would’ve been a good idea, I could’ve clipped one zombie on the other and ran like hell.”

“With ideas like these, I just might make you the team’s tactical coordinator.” He raised one brow, making you shake your head while smiling. It was good for you both to relieve some of the tension: clearing the glass shards would be a lot easier if your head thought of something else. “I bet Chris would love the idea of clipping zombies together and then beating the shit out of them.”

“Claire’s brother?” As you asked back, Leon nodded while taking a little hydrogen peroxide bottle from his first aid pockets to clean the blood. “Oh, they told me he’s becoming one of those gym bodybuilders, is that true?”

“Yeah. At this rate, soon he’ll be able to punch a boulder in half.” Leon even laughed a little upon imagining that, but he didn’t doubt his own joke; he had a weird feeling that could come to happen, especially if it meant ending Umbrella once and for all. But he stopped thinking about it when you hissed as he started wiping the blood away from the wound. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s alright...” And you rested your head on your hand once more. “It isn’t the first time I get hurt in the field.”

“Hmmm, it looks like your occupation isn’t the calmest out there as well.” He was doing his best to keep you distracted, already readying the gauze to wrap you under your shirt and stop the bleeding. The lesser the blood, the lesser the smell of fresh meat to attract the undead outside.

“I don’t get in trouble quite often, but I already had to deal with a few complicated situations. Specially when the people in power positions don’t want us poking around and asking questions.” You closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish. Although you were in pain, Leon was incredibly gentle while patching you up. “But I like it. There’s a huge trend of hiding big crimes in conflict zones under the rug. Someone has to bring those things back to the public eye.”

Leon observed you for a while and you only didn’t notice it for your own eyes were still closed. You weren’t that different from each other: Leon started as a police officer precisely because he wanted to bring criminals to Justice. He ended up as a Special Agent, but that was still a good perspective – as long as he knew how to use that position to do what he originally wanted, not only sit around giving orders.

“Why didn’t you try to be a cop? Or tried the FBI, maybe?”

“There’s too much corruption.” A little sadness could be heard in your tired sigh as you opened your eyes again. “That’s what I originally thought when I got into college. But as I finished my studies, a lot of corruption scandals started pouring like water and I lost all hopes. I didn’t want to defend just the interest of those rich or powerful enough to get a good lawyer, you know? It’s like I said before… Do you think no one in Raccoon knew about Umbrella?”

Leon fell silent while on the finishing touches. He remembered very well Ada’s FBI ID as they met for the first time – and he also remembered the bitter taste when he found out she was a mercenary who only used him to steal the G-virus and sell it to the highest bidder. Or, at least, that was what he preferred to believe, even if he knew that, in the end, she would never kill him – and that Leon could never fully trust Ada, even if he tried to.

“A lot of people knew about it. And a lot of people got a good amount of money to shut up too.” He shook his head, finishing his job and lowering your shirt carefully. “Well, everything ok down there for the time being. Can you get up?”

As soon as he asked, Leon got up and offered you his hands to help you, making you raise one eyebrow.

“Of course I can, I’m not that bad, cowboy.” And, naturally, you made sure to stand up on your own, even if you had to use one of Leon’s hands as leverage when you realized you needed a little help. Of course, he wouldn’t annoy you about it; Leon was certainly happy seeing you able to watch over yourself. “But thanks.”

“Hey, no worries. You already did me a huge favor with the broadcast, it’s the least I can do to help.” With that, he took a few steps back, watching as you moved your arms and legs in a little warm up to see if you could still move properly. “How’s the pain?”

“Bad, but it could be worse, I think.” Your answer was honest, with a humorless laugh. “I can manage it. I think that is the best answer.”

“Hmmm… Take one of these.” He gave you a white pill from one of his many pockets. “It’s for the pain, it’ll help you at least until we get some proper medical assistance.”

“Thanks again.” You bit the pill, feeling the bitter taste take over your mouth. It wasn’t the best way to take a medicine, but that’s what you had for the moment. “We’re going to the hospital now? If we take too long, we won’t get there on time.”

“Yeah. Can you shoot?” You nodded as he asked, making him flash a small smile. Leon gave you a handgun, alongside a flashlight that would be quite useful in all that darkness. With that, he offered you some ammo. “Here, three mags for your gun. I have more if you need them, you just have to ask. I’ll lead and you’ll give me back up. Ready?”

As soon as Leon gave all instructions, you checked the ammo, loaded the gun, pulled the lock with a click and looked back at him. Leon tried to stop himself from smiling – a little impressed, if he was going to be honest.

“Ready, Kennedy. I know my way around guns.” You winked back at him as a joke, making Leon follow you towards the door of the Magical Donuts, shaking his head while smiling.

You had better be ready, for things were just about to get complicated.

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 10:

“Why do I only see you when you get into a hospital?” My dad’s grumbling voice woke me up. Bright lights were making opening my eyes a difficult task but I managed. “I wasn’t planning on getting here,” I declared. “Yeah, everyone says that. How are you anyway?” He took a seat at the side of my bed. “I’m dizzy, but I’m sure I’ll get better in no time,” I sighed and he nodded. “Romanoff just left, she had some government stuff to deal with.” “She was here?” Maybe she visited Steve. “Yeah, didn’t leave your side since they brought you in.” “Right… How’s Steve?” “Holding up, this Sam guy is with him.” “He’s a friend.” “I thought he was a fan, to be honest.” “Sometimes I do too. Can you ask a nurse when they will let me go?” I vocalized. “Yeah, sure.”

She was here. I wouldn’t expect her to do this but clearly she didn’t want me to know since she left. I hope we work things out soon.

***

After one more day in the hospital, I was let go. Going home, I didn’t know what to expect. Is she gonna be there or she'll be long gone?

Unlocking the door I was scared to walk in, but I pushed open the wooden door and I stepped inside.

Seeing a piece of paper on the countertop, I quickly got that and saw that Natasha signed the bottom.

I hope when you read this, you’ll be fully healed and well because you scared us all pretty bad. Even though we broke up, I still want our work to be unbothered from this because it’s very important for both of us. We basically started off as colleges, we should be fine.

I cleaned out my stuff from the apartment, and temporarily I will move back to the HQ. You can stay if you want but we could also keep this as a safe house until we find some options for its future.

Lastly, I wanted to say sorry. We planned so much for us and we were blinded by the pink fog which led us here. All I hope is that all we need is time. You were my first love Y/n, and nothing can change that. But until then, please be careful and never forget, pain only makes us stronger.

Tears were unstoppable. My heart ached. Natasha was my home and my peace. She was the one who I came home to when I had a rough day or she was the one who woke me up from a nightmare.

For a whole year I learned how not to rely on people but she was my person. And now I have to change my life because we didn’t work.

***

After both Steve and I have recovered, Sam and the two of us decided to go out and have some drinks.

“Even though Sam has lost our bet, I’ll pay for tonight’s drinks. Post-breakup spending is everything that I need right now,” we sat down at a table. “How you holding up?” Asked Sam. “Well… I cry myself to sleep every night but I'm fine. I haven’t seen her since, but I don’t want it to affect work, so I need to get my shit together. So we need to drink tonight, these are the times that I wish I could get drunk.” “Alright, that’s why we need a lot of drinks,” Sam stood up. “What are you drinking?” he asked. “Gin and tonic for me, please.” “I’m good with a beer.” As Sam left Steve took his chance and asked away.

“So daughter…” He had a small smile on his freshly shaved face. “Yeah, not a happy story, don’t get your hopes up.” “Is there anything happy about the Red Room?” Giving Steve a shortened version of the story, he was kind of in shock. “So he’s trying to find her?” He asked. “Yeah, I guess.” “Do you think you could be a mom?” He asked. “I don’t know. I’m sure it would be difficult at first, like for everybody, but then I would get great at it.” “I think you would be a great mom.” “Thanks, Steve .”

For the rest of the night we were drinking like there was no tomorrow. Honestly I was feeling sorry for Sam, because he will regret every sip of alcohol tomorrow.

***

The next day we met up with Fury, then I decided I’m gonna work from Stark Industries for a while, lay low and do subtle jobs. Nick thought it was a good idea too.

I texted Natasha and told her if she wanted, she could have the place for herself since I still had my apartment in Manhattan. It would have been a waste to sell that place. So I packed all my stuff by the end of the week. I was finishing the last box when the door opened, and Natasha walked in.

“I’ll be out in a minute, this is the last one,” moving my hands around and all my things flying inside the box. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you mowing out is way easier,” said Nat as she walked to the kitchen unpacking her groceries. “I gotta use this for something, don’t I?” “I guess… You hungry, I bought some Chinese?” She poked her head out of the kitchen. “Actually I have to go, I need to prepare for a meeting tomorrow.” I took off the apartment key of my keychain before grabbing the last box. “This is yours,” I extended the little key to her but she shook her head. “Keep it, just in case,” Natasha shrugged with a barely noticeable smile on her face. “Alright,” putting it back in my pocket, I made my way towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you around,” I gave her a small nod. “See you around.”

***

Weeks have been passing by. I had a mission every 5 days and in those 5 days I was at the office. Working has been a great distraction from Natasha. We talk like every couple of days. She’s been out of the country for a week now, doing some work for Fury.

Today I had a presentation for the company, a 3 year plan for Stark Industries.

“We need to rebuild some parts of New York. The battle was way too damaging for the citizens and building accommodation is our best way to do so,” I said. On the screen I made a layout of a couple new buildings we could make. “Since we had multiple global sized threats, our buildings need to be stable and practical. Families have lost their homes and we're gonna give it back to them. You’re gonna get the files about the plan by the end of the afternoon. Thank you for your time today,” I looked around and with a round of applause we finished our meeting.

“Y/n you have a visitor waiting in your office,” Liam walked up to me. “Who?” “All he said was James, he wished to remain quiet about him being here.” James is here? “Alright, please keep everyone away from my office.” “Right away.” “Thank you.”

Walking in the hallway, I didn’t know what to expect. He was here as James so anything could happen.

Placing my hand on the handle, I took a deep breath in, then opened in. He was sitting at my desk, not in my chair of course. As he heard the door James turned around. I closed the door behind me and slowly walked to my chair.

He had a baseball hat on, his hair brushed behind his ears. Simple black t-shirt and a brown jacket over it. Leather gloves covering his hand.

“You know, Steve is desperately looking for you. But I’m guessing you want to lay low,” I sat down. “I can’t see him, I need time,” he said. “Where have you been?” “Bucharest, had some missions over there and I always liked the city, very calm and hidden.” “Glad you’re alive,” I gave him a small smile. His features have softened since we last met. “Thank you for not killing me, you had the chance,” he smiled lightly which was a relief. “Well what can I say, I try not to,” I shrugged and we chuckled, but it died down quickly. “How are you holding up?” I asked and he didn’t know how to answer. I could hear his confused thoughts. “You know that by now, don’t you?” He asked with a small smirk but I shook my head. “I don’t use that on people close to me.” “Not even your girlfriend?” I sighed and shifted in my seat. “We broke up.” “What happened?” “He told me about you and her, not gonna lie it was a big surprise… and she just couldn’t open up. I’m not building a relationship on lies.” “So you’re single?” He asked. “That I am.” “Not for long probably. You look pretty good when you are not getting shocked.” “Wow, never thought I’d live the day you talk normally, maybe even flirt,” I chuckled. “That bad, huh?” “Could’ve been worse, but with your looks you could get anyone you want so… don’t worry about the talking.” He nodded. “Not to be rude but… why did you come here?” “I think she might be alive and I needed a place to lay low, but you’re the only person I trust.”

She might be alive? How? This can’t be real. “What makes you think that?” My leg bounced, and my heart started racing. “There’s an orphanage in Main, a girl named Katarina Barnes, she’s two and born in Russia, around the due date you were supposed to have. Her DNA showed all American genes. She grows slowly, probably because of the Super Soldier genes and your godly ones. I needed you to know before I go and see her.” “I’m coming with you,” I said harshly. “But we need to lay low, nobody can know I’m here,” James said with a serious expression on his face. “I’ll hide you, but we need to get her.”

***

“I’ve got some mail for you also, this one I didn’t know what it was. No information on it,” Liam handed me a couple things along with a big orange envelope. “Alright, thank you.”

Opening the envelope, I saw right away that it was Katarina’s birthserificet and all her medical papers.

Going straight to the lab, I tested everything and I sat through the whole night to wait and see if our DNA’s match.

I woke up to my phone buzzing on the counter and as I sat up, I knew it was probably the worst idea to sleep while sitting.

“Yeah?” I spoke into the phone. “Hey, did I wake you?” Natasha’s voice rang through the phone. Shit, she was supposed to bring me some papers. “Ugh yeah, but I just fell asleep accidentally.” “So you’re not at the office?” “I am, kind of. I’m in my lab, can you come down please? I have to show you something,” I cleared my throat trying to get rid of my sore throat. “I’ll bring coffee and breakfast, I bet you haven’t eaten in a decade.” Why is she nice?! I can’t get over her if she’s nice! “Okay, thanks.”

In about thirty minutes, the elevator’s sound alerted me about Nat’s arrival.

“I thought you left those days behind when you sleep here,” Natasha’s woke voice made me turn around. “My daughter is alive.”

Natasha’s mouth dropped open and she stopped in her tracks before slowly walking towards my desk, placing everything on the table. “Are you serious?”

“I mean I haven’t checked the DNA test, but it’s a really big possibility,” I stared at the screen, afraid to look at the results. “Well why didn’t you?” She pulled a chair to the desk and sat down.

“What if she’s not mine… I’ve had hope for a couple of days now, that she’s alive and close. What if it’s not true?” I felt my heart pounding, scared to lose this tiny bit of hope too.

Nat placed a hand on my back which made me look at her. She’s being physical and I’m getting anxious not gonna lie. We are supposed to be broken up.

“Look… there’s another side to those ifs. What if she’s yours, what if you could finally have her? Check the result. Whatever happens, you still have a daughter,” her green eyes were giving so much comfort and I miss that every day. “Fine…”

Clicking on the test, then the result, I brought it out on a projector. The big blue hologram showed the answer.

Tears were floating down my cheek as I read over and over again the positive word. I know Nat was talking but I couldn’t hear anything right at that moment.

I have my daughter and she’s alive.

***

“Ready to go in?” Asked James from the driver’s seat. I looked at the orphanage and all I could think about was this little girl, who was all alone since she was born. “Yeah.”

We called ahead that we were coming and I was never this nervous about anything. I’m about to meet my daughter. After the DNA check, James and I were sure that we needed to come and see her

Walking in I had mixed feelings. If they allow us to adopt her, will I be able to take care of her? Mom’s usually have 9 or more months to prepare for motherhood. And I have had 2 weeks so far.

The manager of the orphanage was very kind to us and immediately showed the way to Katarina. “She’s an angel. Even though she can’t really communicate with the other kids, she has a couple friends who she plays with all the time.” The woman said and I smiled at her words.

There were about six kids in the playroom. It was decorated very nicely, animal cartoons painted on the walls and different shades of earth toned furniture around the room and tons of toys for the babies.

“She’s the one with the pigtails. Now that we’ve met, she’s a great mix of the two of you,” said the woman and I quickly found Katarina. I grabbed onto James’ arm and couldn’t take my eyes off of the little girl.

She had piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, all from Barnes. A big smile on her face, a couple of teeth already visible. A small flowery dress was on her and tiny shoes. She was perfect. “Can we meet her?” I asked. “Of course, I’ll walk you to a room and we’ll get ready for you.”

The door opened. A woman walked in with Katarina in her hands. She was looking around curiously, small hands resting on her caretaker’s shoulders.

We made eye contact and I fell in love immediately. The pureness in her eyes was unmatchable. “Here you go,” the woman handed her to me, and I was afraid to even touch her. Putting my hands under her arms, I sat her down on my lap.

Big blue eyes were staring up at me and I couldn’t hold back my smile. “I know you can’t hear but hi,” I whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. As I touched her little face, a smile spread across her cheeks. “You’re perfect,” a single tear rolled down my cheeks. “Does she know sign language?” I turned to the manager. “Yes, she’s a very quick learner.”

James took off the glove from his right hand, and carefully reached towards Katarina’s tiny hand. His one finger fit into her whole hand. He waved to her and she looked at him with a huge smile.

We finally found our daughter, who is the most adorable human being on the planet. And she’s perfect, the prettiest little girl.

Even tho she had a rough meeting with the world at first, from now on I will do everything in my power to protect her for on anything and anyone, and show her the word that she holds in her tiny little hands.

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This would be the last part of Chapter 4. It’s a little shorter than the last ones, but I thought I wouldn’t drag it out more. Next chapter will be:

Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

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Listed: Verity Den

Verity Den plays a soft-focus, trance-state shoegaze with glimmers of Zelienople, Bark Psychosis and Movietone. The band, out of North Carolina, is comprised of Casey Proctor, Trevor Reece and Mike Wallace, all three of the DIY veterans who formed the band in early 2023. Reviewing their 2024 self-title debut, Jennifer Kelly wrote, “Though their album is enjoyable as rock, it is very clearly not just that; it pools and looms and gently probes improvisatory effected guitar zones that sit pretty far from conventional song structures.”

Casey Proctor “Chant Arabe” (Anonymous) from Suzuki — Piano School: Volume 1

I started taking Suzuki Method piano lessons when I was five years old, and “Chant Arabe” was one of the pieces in Volume 1. During my first recital, my teacher exclaimed how I connected with that piece more than the others, saying that some people can emote ominous (minor-key) music more effectively. It was an early realization that I might be one of those people, and I still enjoy listening to and writing with those tonalities.

Mahavishnu Orchestra — “Meeting of the Spirits”

Every Sunday morning for a solid five-year period when I was a kid (like 7-11), my dad would blast “Meeting of the Spirits” while making breakfast. Undoubtedly, I was influenced by all the music he listened to, but that song in particular is probably the reason I went on to listen to other prog bands from the 1970s and later bands like Meshuggah and Animals as Leaders. We weren’t a religious family but during that era we were attendants at the church of prog rock.

Young Marble Giants — Colossal Youth

The first time I heard a Young Marble Giants song it was Hole covering “Credit in the Straight World.” I didn’t “discover” that it was a YMG song until later and then finally listened to the entirety of Colossal Youth. Front to back it’s a perfect album. It has minimal instrumentation, but it’s completely engaged and never boring. Alison Statton’s lyrics are nuanced and poetic but very punk. I don’t know how to make music that sounds like that, and I haven’t heard anyone else do it.

Mikhail Kalatozov — Letter Never Sent (1959)

Letter Never Sent is my favorite film. Beyond it being one of the most beautifully shot films I’ve ever seen (Sergey Urusevsky is the cinematographer and it’s in black and white), the subject matter feels like it’s personally tailored to me in a few ways. It’s about a group of government-funded geologists who are sent to Siberia to find diamonds. Their expedition is interrupted by a forest fire that cuts off communication with rescue crews and disorients them into a survival situation. Much less dramatically… I worked for the US Forest Service for 12 years, building and maintaining trails in the front and back country, almost majored in Geology and was a certified wildland firefighter for a few years. Also, honorable mention, from the same director… Salt for Svanetia (1930) is fantastic cinema and one of the earliest ethnographic films ever made.

Trevor Reece Roedelius — Wenn Der Südwind Weht

Right before the pandemic, I wasn't playing much “rock” guitar or listening to most of my long-time go-to-records. Leaning more towards experimental, drone and synth-based music. A friend put this Roedelius record on my radar around that time and it inspired me to record some questionable but exciting stuff at home. A classic record and always there to help.

Alex Chilton — Like Flies On Sherbert

Alex Chilton & his weird friends making a mess in the studio.

Bill Daniel — Who Is Bozo Texino? (2005)

I first saw this film during a screening tour through the south around 2006. I was somewhat new to town, wandering around and only cared about making art. Highlighting old outsiders making their mark and telling stories through a grainy film collage felt new but familiar. The ethos of this film is one that I still relate to today.

Mike Wallace Allen Toussaint — “Southern Nights”

A totally transporting song, Toussaint showers you in layers of piano and keys, the percussion chirps along like crickets at night and that perfect, unhurried hook. It really captures a certain kind of feeling, that particular humidity, the sun going down over the field. It's strange though because I didn’t hear this song until I was probably 25 or something, so I didn't have a memory of listening to it as a kid or something, but like a lot of songs, it became like a lens to look back on that, maybe memories I wish were there in some way. I guess it taps this strange kind of nostalgia whose origin is hard to locate and also comes with its own load of complications. That’s a part of the Southern experience, too, in a way that's unique to this part of the country. Memory and history are omnipresent, written and rewritten. I don't even hate the Glen Campbell version of this song. That’s its own type of “Southern Night.” Sometimes it's like that. I didn’t always embrace being from the South, but nowadays I’m into it and I know that when I’m living somewhere else someday, I will finally get to have that feeling of honestly missing a place and wishing I was back home for just a night.

Grouper — “Alien Observer”

This is the first Grouper song I heard and I remember feeling just stunned by it. It has this depth of interiority and a meditative cycle that’s like breathing. I think this song really struck me because I encountered Liz Harris/Grouper at a transitional period. After the end of a long relationship, I was living for a little bit with several people in a house in Greensboro, NC called Hellraiser Haus, named because some scenes from Hellraiser 3: Hell on Earth were supposedly filmed at the church across the street. It was a show house and the people I lived with were great, but I was kind of struggling with what was next and who I was in the wake of everything kind of disintegrating. There was something so bleak and comforting in this song, I really did kind of feel like an alien, observing myself, kind of detached. A few years later I saw her play kind of a large theater in Raleigh for this festival Hopscotch, and waking up several minutes after she had finished, kind of disoriented and crunched up in the seat and thinking I just saw one of the best shows of my life.

Wong Kar-wai — In the Mood For Love (2000)

What more can be said about this movie that hasn't already? Wong Kar-wai is a master, and a really singular stylist. I never tire of watching this one, but I rarely put it on, it's just really worth savoring. It's also one where one’s feelings may change over time in relation to the basic plot points. Maybe you recognize yourself at different points or scenes than you did before, or see a new detail in a gesture or glance, like every moment’s a prism and would mean something different if it was just slightly turned. Being in a state of longing can really feel awful, but there can also be a kind of solace in there. Even once it's over, you can return to it sometimes, to remember. I mean just see it; this isn’t making any sense anymore!

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🌟 + Lucy Scrubb!

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Lucy was born and raised in London, but she hasn’t been there in years, ever since she started working for the American government; she and her family aren’t exactly on the best of terms, so she’s never seen a reason to.

To elaborate on that: Lucy comes from a very wealthy family who also had very traditional ideas on what a woman’s life should be, and they did not support her seeking higher education or pursuing her passion for archeology at all. Lucy refused to let that stop her and went off on her own, using her own savings to make her way through school and get her own apartment, and she and her family haven’t spoken since.

In a modern AU, I really think Lucy would have watched the older Barbie movies as a child and adored them even into adulthood. Her favorite would likely be either Barbie in a Christmas Carol or Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses.

Despite being a scientist, and how much Indy teases her for it, Lucy actually believes in the supernatural, in ghosts and spirits and the like. She believes that there really are some things in this universe that can’t be logically explained, and she’s surprisingly content in that knowledge.

She taught herself how to shoot a revolver when she was in her twenties, and she’s since become a pretty amazing shot - even Indy has to admit she’s skilled, even if it does lead to him occasionally calling her Annie Oakley.

Lucy has a great appreciation for fashion and believes that one should always dress their best; even when she and Indy go out on expeditions, you’d better believe she is wearing perfectly tailored clothes that are fashionable yet perfect for whatever conditions they’re facing.

My girl is definitely autistic, even if in this era she obviously has no chance of getting diagnosed. Archeology is, obviously, her special interest, and she tends to stim by clicking her tongue when she’s bored or hurriedly clapping her hands whenever she’s excited.

She’s what I like to call a Hermione Granger Ravenclaw - a Ravenclaw, certainly, dedicated to knowledge and the pursuit of it, but also incredibly brave and loyal and willing to do anything for the people she cares about.

Lucy absolutely despises having to be social and make small talk, but she’s trained herself to do it when having to interact with people at government get-togethers or when around other archeologists, and after she and Indy get together, she finds that it’s also a lot easier when he’s by her side.

She basically refuses to call Indy anything but Indiana when they first meet, but as they get closer and after they get together, it becomes reserved for only when she’s pissed at him. Indy absolutely dreads hearing it from Lucy’s lips now, and even worse if she calls him Junior - that’s when he’s really screwed.

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