#mention of agent vasquez

[somber-sapphic]

Can I request a sick reader with Alex Danvers being all overprotective and cute?

Under Her Care

〖Notes: Oh. My. Freaking. God. I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get this done @asiangmrchk13 and I hope I did it justice for you <3 I used female pronouns, I hope that's okay, if not lmk and I'll rewrite.〗

〖Summary: Agents who work at a covert government facility do not take sick days.〗

〖Word Count: 2k〗

〖Pairing: Alex Danvers x Sick Reader〗

〖Warnings: mentions of needles/IV〗

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You sneezed for what was probably the 30th time since you’d gotten to work and groaned softly, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you cursed yourself for not having the foresight to bring tissues. You’d felt moderately fine when you left the house this morning, just a little sniffle but it had gotten so much worse in the few hours since you’d gotten to the DEO.

That stupid sniffle had turned into a constant runny but somehow stuffy nose and a steady cough that was getting impossible to silence when your lungs decided to rebel every few minutes. You were exhausted, a low-grade fever had started to boil under your skin about an hour ago and you were starting to believe that it wasn’t so low anymore.

 You rubbed your nose again and returned to typing on your computer, keeping track of the vitals of the agents currently in the field, helping Supergirl to take down half a dozen particularly strong Hellgrammites.

“Left flank of number two is open,” Vasquez said, not looking up from her control station. She was analyzing the aliens’ fight patterns and offering advice to Agent Danvers as well as Hartmann and Price, all shifting about the battlefield (empty intersection) to give Supergirl an edge in the fight.

Price had gotten stung and was on the ground, trying to keep himself conscious as the pain took over his body. Alex was shouting to Kara, who really didn’t need her to shout what with the super hearing, telling her the best way for her to take out the remaining three Hellgrammites. You probably should’ve been listening to your comms, but you had muted them, the voice in your ear adding to your headache.

You focused your hazy eyes back on the screen, your gaze drawn to Alex’s pulse blinking at the top of the list of agents. Even though you were supposed to be focusing on everyone equally, you tended to find yourself looking more intently on tracking your girlfriend. It wasn’t that you weren’t looking at the others, it was just that you selfishly cared a bit more about the brunette agent.

“Y/l/n, how’s Price holding up?” Vasquez asked, glancing over at you at the exact moment you decided to wipe your nose again. You froze, the fabric of your sleeve pressed against your face, eyes wide with a deer-in-headlights expression.

“H-he’s okay. Pulse is a little fast, but he’ll be fine.” You mumbled, voice weak and congested. At this point, all you really wanted to do was to go home and sleep, but that wasn’t something you could do with your girlfriend and Kara in the field. Plus, you had to disprove the looks that your coworkers were giving you. If they were here, then you were here. You did not take sick days.

“How about you? Checked your temperature in the last hour?” She was focused intently on her work, but taking the time to communicate with you. You hesitated, painting a confused look onto your face.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Plus, I feel like we have more important things to be worrying about right now.” You quipped, a note of sarcasm slipping into your tone. The sarcasm became an instant regret. You may have been dating one of the most senior agents, but the woman was still your boss and could still write you up for disciplinary reasons. Lucky for you Vasquez just found your contempt amusing.

“Whatever you say.” She smirked, a hint of concern in her voice. She would never admit it of course, but the dark-haired DEO agent cared for you. She knew how much Alex loved you and it wasn’t just her. You were well-liked by the entire department, even J’onn had come to care for you the Danvers sisters.

You went back to your screen, deciding that you didn’t need to pay all that much attention to it anymore. The Hellgrammites had been subdued (thanks to Kara for that quick finish) and everyone was fine. It was only a matter of time before they got back to the DEO and with the skirmish over you could probably sneak off to a conference room to take a nap.

You must’ve zoned out for longer than you meant to because the next thing you knew your name was being shouted by a certain angry, fresh-from-battle DEO agent.

You spun in your chair (a very bad idea) and groaned, clutching your head as dizziness and pain threatened to knock you to the floor. Your nose was running again, but you were too preoccupied with your aching skull and that strange tingly feeling in your body to deal with wiping it. All you could really deal with right now was not passing out.

A hand on your knee brought you back to the present world and you blinked up to meet Alex’s worried brown orbs. She pressed a hand to your forehead and said something that you couldn’t quite make out through the ringing in your ears. You shook your head slightly and whimpered, followed by a pathetic sniffle.

“Y/n? Hey, come on.” She ordered, slinging an arm around your waist. You dropped your head on her shoulder, and she helped you wobble forward, utterly unsure as to where the two of you were going. For a moment it seemed that she was leading you towards the exit but then you took an unexpected right turn.

“Where’re you taking me?” You mumbled, regretting that you didn’t just stay home. This had all happened so damn fast, from a sniffle to a full-blown case of the flu in a matter of hours.

“Medical.” She said curtly, her gentle touches not matching up with her tone of voice. She sounded angry but she was holding you so carefully, touching you as if you were made of fragile porcelain. You aimed an exhausted fit of coughing into your shoulder and attempted to pull away, very unhappy with the idea of a visit to Medical.

“Do not fight me on this, it is not up to you.”

“Just lemme go home, ‘lex. M’fine.” You slurred, sounding very much not fine. You of course weren’t fine, but she really didn’t need to know the extent of just how not fine you were. At least one of you had to be at work, it wasn’t like to agents could go home in the same day and you knew that if you went home Alex would follow.

“What part of ‘do not fight me’ isn’t understood?” Your girlfriend growled, her face tense as well as her body. She was pulling you along, practically dragging you as your legs were determined not to work. All you wanted to do was go home and lay on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. The kitchen had never betrayed you the way your body currently was.

Nevertheless, you found yourself sitting on a surprisingly comfortable bed in the Med-Bay, refusing to lay down despite Alex’s pleas with you to do as she asked. She sat on the bed beside you, allowing you to lean against her as the two of you waited for Hamilton who was currently sewing up Price’s wound.

“m’sorry.” You whispered, another round of rib-cracking coughs taking over your stupid useless body. It was being rather unhelpful at the moment; it wouldn’t even consider letting you pretend to be okay until it was time to go home.

“Don’t apologize Y/n/n,” The brunette sighed, shifting beside you so that you were more comfortably situated in her lap. You grabbed a handful of her shirt and whimpered softly, tears filling your eyes as she very gently carded her fingers through your hair.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She kissed your hairline, an air of worried sadness hanging around her. The agent held you close, silently wishing that Hamilton would hurry the fuck up. Price hadn’t been injured that badly and in her mind you were definitely more important than the man she didn’t exactly like.

Just as the good doctor finished putting his stitches in Kara raced into the room, her cape flying around her in a very superhero-esque manner. Her blonde hair was sort of messy and there was dirt on her cheek, but she didn’t seem to care as she hurried over to the two of you, immediately going to feel your forehead.

The Kryptonian didn’t really know what she was feeling for but she’d seen her sister do it before so she felt like it was an appropriate action.

“She’s hot, are humans supposed to be so hot?” Kara asked, looking to Alex and Dr. Hamilton for answers.

“I’m fine.” You replied, trying for a smile. Alex snorted and shook her head, rolling her eyes a little at your insistence that you were okay. She appreciated that you were trying to calm her sister down, but that really wasn’t your job.

“She’ll be okay Kar, go get yourself cleaned up.” The brunette reassured, giving the blonde a sad smile. The superhero gnawed on her lip for a moment, unsure how to take Alex’s reaction. This wasn’t a side of her adoptive sister that she saw very often, and she didn’t like it. It made her nervous.

“Okay. Text me and uh, feel better Y/n.” You hummed tiredly and opened your mouth for Hamilton who was holding a thermometer in front of your face. Kara skittered out of the Med-Bay, leaving the three of you alone, the Doctor muttering her disapproval as she flitted about you, taking your vitals.

“Okay Agent Y/l/n, you’ve got a temperature of 104.1 and a serious case of the flu. I’d like to give you an IV bag of cool saline to get that fever down and once that’s finished you can go home with Agent Danvers.” She decided, already grabbing the bag of fluids while you tensed against your girlfriend.

You didn’t like needles, you didn’t like the medical wing, you didn’t like any of this. Had you known you were actually this bad off you would’ve convinced Alex to take you home so that you didn’t have to be in this stupid room about to get an IV.

“Alex…” You whimpered, tears filling your eyes as you wiped frantically at your running nose. That just made you sneeze, which was both gross and didn’t help your wanting-to-go-home argument.

“It’ll only be a few hours sweetheart. Here, blow your nose.” She pressed a few tissues into your hand, prompting you to blow your nose. It didn’t do much, but it seemed to satisfy her because she took the used tissues from you and tossed them in a trash can, much to your disgust.

“Relax, I’m getting sick either way with the germs you’re spewing. Come here, lay down with me and we’ll get this over with, okay?” Alex smirked, her tone turning serious in the second half of her statement. You bit back tears as you laid beside her, pressing your head against your collarbone to hide from the needle.

 It wasn’t like you were scared of needles; no, you were a highly trained government agent. But you weren’t fond of them.

“All done,” You frowned and lifted your head, surprised that you hadn’t felt the typical pinch. Dr. Hamilton smiled pleasantly and readjusted the IV bag, slipping her stethoscope back into the pocket of her lab coat as she turned to leave.

“Get some rest agent. Feel better soon. And Alex, keep an eye on her.” Alex nodded her approval, relief filling her body as you cuddled up to her, still sniffling unhappily. She knew that she could take care of you on her own, but she was still glad she’d made you see Hamilton.

She had technically gone to medical school, well no, she had definitely gone to medical school, but she wasn’t a doctor—just a well-meaning girlfriend who would do anything to keep you safe.

“You mad?” You croaked, almost asleep as you finally let your body rest. You couldn’t exactly change where you were so you figured you might as well sleep.

“Never. Go to sleep, beautiful. We’ll go home as soon as the IV is done.” Alex promised, going back to pulling your fingers through your hair. Her nails dragged soothingly against your scalp, the motion continuing even after you’d fallen asleep. You loved this woman more than you could say and eventually, you’d get the guts to dig that stupid ring out of your sock drawer. For now, you’d settle for this. This was good. 

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[be-your-coffee-pot]

they hate each other and there's just one bed - part 1

A/N: So good god agentrry is finally here. Don't worry my loves this is just part 1. I had a a lot more written but word erased like 2k words I think ugh I'm sad. enjoy this anyways

Pairing: Agent!Harry Styles x Agent!Reader (female)

Word count: around 3.6k

TW: none much just swearing lots and lots of swearing, pretend wives and husbands mentions of killing trash acting jealous harry and one bed

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 Harry wants to kill her. Might just do it today.

“Stop glaring at each other, for god’s sake! This is supposed to be a pretty simple thing. Please don’t end up fucking killing each other before the mission is over.” Nick stated, raising a single eyebrow in a very matter of fact and totally Nick manner.

Nick Jamison was the captain of the Special Forces unit of SWAT, kept securely in the shadows (a bit like S.H.I.E.L.D. if you ask me, just much smaller), of which both Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles were part. They worked seamlessly together except for one bump on the road.

Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles hate each other.

Plain and simple right there.

The reason, you ask? A plethora of reasons. Y/N thinks Harry’s “way too motherfucking cocky” and that he should “get his stupid curly head out of his British ass.” She thinks all his niceness is just for show, and that he’s a total fake.

Harry Styles has the same things to say. According to him, “who the fuck does she think she is? Running around like she’s a goddamn saint.”

Nick’s hot take on the matter: “those two morons didn’t develop past their primary school phase where you push and pull the person you like because you don’t know how to deal with feelings. Plain and simple right there.”

I guess you know understand that even though they’ll work exceptionally together, they won’t willingly do it but they’re great together, so they have to you know.

This brings us here.

There was a slippery drug cartel that needed to be busted, but the unit had been struggling with getting the owner for months, and now finally, there was a way in.

“Dominic Vasquez is an eel. Snaky, slippery, and awfully hard to catch. We’ve been trying to find a suitable opening for a long time and finally have one.” Nick briefs Harry and Y/N, who is sulking in their seats.

“What opening? Please just spit this shit out, Nicky. I don’t really have the patience for your dramatics right now.” An annoyed Y/N remarks for the first time after entering the meeting room. As usual, both had been called in, not informed they would be doing a mission together, and the complaints and whining had begun. All they had done after acknowledging (scowling) each other was roll their eyes while glaring at each other through their director’s words.

A slight noise of agreement comes from the other agent in the room. Nick heaves a heavy sigh as he gestures vaguely at his prize pupils. “Look, you two, it’s paining me to breathe in all this sexual tension. Get a lid on it or go fuck it out. Please don’t drag me in it. Let me fucking finish.”

Their attention has been successfully piqued, all their pissiness vanishing as irritation and slight embarrassment settle on their features.

After an eye rollTM, the director gives all the information to the agents, who’re now listening as promptly as they’re ignoring each other. “His annual gala is next week, and that’s really the only opening. You are supposed to be new members, so you’ll be informed of that soon. You both will go in a day prior, get settled in. The whole thing is held at his mansion in Milan. You must find his office, grab evidence, and get out while being under the pretence of visitors. Simple.”

Harry is the one who speaks up this time, a sceptical eyebrow raises to accompany his words. “Why do I have a feeling there’s more to this?”

Nick sighs again like it’s hurting him to just breathe. “You’re going in as a married couple, Mr Andrew Jackson and Mrs Amelia Jackson.”

Y/N and Harry erupt in groans and protests of “why does this always happen” and “why do you always do this” in reference to the fact that they’d been in a few assignments previously where the both of them had to play a couple.

(Nick won’t say this out loud ever, but he thinks they’d make a damn great couple, so he keeps trying to push them together invisibly. Besides, they have great chemistry, so it really makes everything more believable.)

“Stop whining and get to it, Jesus Christ.”

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“Can you shift your fucking elbow?” Harry grunts in anger at his companion. Without looking up from the magazine in her hands, Y/N raises a single eyebrow at him, making absolutely no move to adjust her position.

Scoffing at the reply he received, or the lack thereof, the man shoves her elbow off the hand rest prompting an eye rollTM and an irritated groan from the agent beside him.

Surprisingly, Y/N doesn’t push him back because she’s too tired to deal with his shit at 6 in the fucking morning. Besides, it’s bloody December, so she just agitatedly pulls in her arms and continues to skim through the pages.

The next 2 hours or so are filled with glaring, under-the-breath grumbling and all sorts of gestures to annoy the other, but they thankfully make it out of the plane and to the hotel in one piece.

Harry shamelessly winks at the receptionist who’d just asked what name the room was under as Y/N rolls her eyesTM. “Jackson. Andrew Jackson sweetheart.” The girl blushes and giggles, quickly retrieving the key card.

“Jesus at least pretend like you have a wife,” Y/N mutters to her man-whore of a partner once they get inside the elevator. Harry’s lips tilt up in response, that infamous smug smirk coming out to play as he taunts her. “Why wifey, not getting enough attention, hmm? Jealousy isn’t that good of a look on you, sweetheart.”

“Please you’re too self-involved. I’m worried you won’t be able to keep it in your pants long enough to not fuck up my mission.” She scowls. Harry has the decency (or gall, whatever you will) to look offended at the comment. “Our mission and oh please miss goody to-shoes you know as well as I do that, I’m clearly the more responsible one out of the both of us. I’m not stupid enough to jeopardise our mission just because I wanted to get my dick wet.”

Y/N retorts just as the elevator doors open. “Aren’t you though, dear?” With his mouth gaping and the doors closing, he realises she just snatched the key card out of his hand.

The brunette hastily moves to catch up with her while she opens the door. Nick had actually booked them a suite and “it has two big beds, I swear!” However, the suite in question was slightly different from what was promised.

One single, king-sized bed stares back at them from the centre of the luxuriously decorated room.

Y/N breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

A deep groan emits from Harry as he rubs his eyes annoyedly.

“Screw you I’m taking the bed.” Before she could even think of saying something, Harry deposits himself on the bed, all gangly limbs as he sighs in satisfaction. She clenches her teeth and marches over to the bed, glaring at him with her arms crossed. He turns and grins up at her infuriatingly, “Can I help you with something, wifey?”

She shifts gears and gives him a saccharine smile. “Yes actually. How about you cuddle me to sleep, dear?” Harry’s brow furrows in mild disgust and he doesn’t even get a word out before Y/N is beside him with her arms wrapped around his lean body, fully flopping on top of him. He flails around like her touch burned him and knocks her over to the other side of the bed where she snickers at him. With a swift kick, Harry’s on the floor and Y/N has spread out starfish on the sheets.

He climbs back up to try to take control of the bed again, but Y/N just won’t let that happen. They wrestle each other and she’s just about to punch Harry when the doorbell rings. Her hand freezes a few inches away from his scowling face, both of them scrambling to fix their rumpled clothing. She stumbles off where she’d planted herself on his abdomen and opens the door while Harry shifts around to make it seem like he was just relaxing on the mattress.

The bellboy is standing in the hallway, holding their bags as he smiles at her maybe a little too amicably. “Hey yeah you can put them in here.” Y/N leads him inside the room. He puts down the suitcases and glances up to find an intimidatingly handsome man lounging on the bed, watching him with narrowed jade eyes.

Without taking his gaze off the boy, Harry calls to Y/N who was turning on the electric kettle at the side of the room. “Baby, can you come here for a second, please?”

“Yes, honey?” Y/N replies as she comes to stand at his side. She should get a fucking Oscar for how great she played along right there. Her ‘husband’s hand comes up to rest on her thigh as he lazily smiles at her. “Tip the boy darling, then can we please take a nap, hmm?”

With her back turned to the steward, she raises her eyebrows at his antics, quickly moving to retrieve her temporary husband’s wallet. “Sure honey.”

Harry’s scowling at the bellboy as he leaves.

“If you need anything mam, I’ve been Aaron. Don’t hesitate to call, I’ll be right here.” Y/N quickly shoos him away rolling her eyesTM at his attempt of shooting his shot. Harry is still scowling. “I’ve been Aaron. Don’t hesitate to call, mam.” He mocks in a high-pitched accented voice.

“Look who’s jealous now, dear. You seriously felt threatened by a bellboy, Styles? That’s how weak your ego is?” The agent scorns the notion, switching the subject smoothly.

“Fuck that. Grab a chair, we’re running over the plan.”

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Y/N is just about ready to stab him with the fork in her hand.

“If you don’t stop smirking and start acting like a goddamn husband, I swear to god I will rip out your carotid,” Harry smirks, of course, he does.

“Gonna use your teeth, sweetheart? Never would have taken you to be that kinky.”

He should be thankful the waiter arrives right that moment or he would have ended up one major artery down.

The waiter looks at Y/N, completely disregarding the man with her as he asks for her order. “Good afternoon mam. What will you be having today?” He very sweetly asks to which she gives him a tight but polite smile. She can just barely hear Harry mumble under his breath, “Definitely none of your bullshit.”

“I think I’ll just go with the mushroom risotto. Thank you.” Harry clears his throat, finally gaining the waiter’s attention. The guy has the nerve to look irritated at Harry’s intervention, which piques the agent further.

“If you’d be willing to pay attention to me, I would like a cheese ravioli, thank you.” Upon receiving death eyes from the man, the waiter quickly nods and runs but not before flashing a smile at Y/N.

An eyebrow is already raised when she fully turns in her partner’s direction. “Seriously, Styles? Again?” He rolls his eyesTM, scoffing at her insinuation and yet again opting to ignore her remark.

“Shut up. Give me your hand.” She grouses at the sheer duality of the statement, lips curling in annoyance.

“What? Why would I ever do that?”

“Shutting up or giving me your hand?” Harry mutters with a boyish grin. The dimples alone make it seem like he was just flirting playfully. “Come on, wifey. Pay your husband some attention.”

It clicks to Y/N suddenly that they’re supposed to play pretend and she’d somewhat lost track of the notion. She huffs quietly and slips a hand into his ringed one, watching as he brings it up to his lips.

A strange shock goes through her as Harry’s jade eyes meet hers and his lips softly brush over her knuckles like he was glad to be allowed this close. He laces their fingers together, giving her a moony smile, she would’ve swooned over him if he wasn’t a douche. She returns it with just as much sentiment.

“I have never wanted to end your existence more.” “Trust me I feel the same.”

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Fortunately, the waiter made it out alive.

Harry is not a violent person generally but after today Harry swears, he has never longed to put a bullet in someone’s head more.

During the one hour or so, Y/N and Harry spent at the restaurant, that damn waiter kept making passes at Y/N while ignoring Harry’s presence at the table. So much so that he made her uncomfortable. Now Harry may hate her guts but that does not mean he’ll sit and watch a moron try to objectify his companion. Moreso make her uncomfortable as she sat with her husband?

So, when he interrupted their sweet moment to present their meals and make a comment about how the madam looked much more ravishing than the food, it’s safe to say Harry may have lost it a teensy bit.

I’m not saying Harry got up under the stance of gonna run to the loo real quick and whispered in the waiter’s ear to dare and make one more remark on my wife, or that he’ll gut you like the fish on that table. I’m not saying that he sat and glared at the terrified man with satisfaction or smirked when Y/N told him to keep it in check. I’m also not saying he replied I’m your husband baby it’s my job.

But then again, I’m also not saying he didn’t.

“Jesus Harry, that poor guy was petrified. Did you really have to?” Y/N gets out in a fit of laughter as they get in the hotel elevator. Harry titters along with her, shaking his head and announcing in an overly posh British accent. “I’m your husband baby, it’s my job!”

She collapses into giggles again but for some reason this time, Harry stands and stares with something akin to fondness at her glee. She wipes under her eyes, raising a questioning brow at his gaze. “What? ‘ve I got something on my face?”

“No, nothing.”

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“Fuck you, Styles.”

“You wish, Y/L/N.”

She huffs and stomps and smushes his face into the pillow in her hands in a failed attempt at asphyxiation. He chortles.

“Let me take the bed, Styles, don’t be a dick come on.” Y/N tries one more time, but the man just turns, sighs, and goes spread eagle on the mattress.

After lunch, they discussed their plan some more and went around Dominic Vasquez’s mansion to scout out the area. Nick had given them a blueprint of the property so that they could mark down possible exit routes and things like that. That is what they’d spent the rest of the day doing but now it’s 11 and they really need to sleep.

Upon receiving zero replies from the man spread on the bed, Y/N sighs heavily. She was stubborn as fuck sure but then again, she wasn’t gonna keep fighting and risk having him blow up uselessly.

Turning off the lights, she tiredly crawls onto the stiff couch. Harry’s already snoring, and she can’t even get comfortable.

She tosses and turns as the clock tick’s midnight, but sleep is a fever dream. She chucks her pillow onto the carpet, quickly following after it. The floor might be a better option than the couch.

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It’s been 1876 seconds and Harry snores 4 times every minute and it’s been 30. The floor is hurting her back.

Y/N gives up on sleep altogether, getting up and turning on the one lamp placed on the oak table in the room. A warm buttery light surrounds that corner of the room. She looks over her shoulder to see if it disturbed Harry but he was still snoring.

He looked almost adorable like this. Messy curls strewn over his forehead, chest rising with soft subdued breaths. His features were relaxed, free of that furrow he gets in his brows when he’s ticked off.

Her lips quirk up the tiniest bit but she doesn’t indulge in it any further. Y/N gently pulls out the chair with a sigh, plopping down on it and flipping open the case files. Might as well work.

“Y/L/N. Y/L/N wake up! Wake up, Jesus.” Y/N can just make out a deep, accented voice mumbling and a hand shaking her shoulder gently. “Y/L/N come on you idiot.”

She rises slowly, groaning out a sigh. She tips her head back to find Harry standing above her, sleep smeared over his face.

“Why the fuck are you sleeping on the table?” She learns that Harry’s voice becomes much deeper and raspier when he wakes up and she doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge.

“I-I was sleeping on the couch first but then I tried the floor cause the couch was very stiff but then like the ground was stiffer so I tried to do some work and I think I might’ve fallen asleep? What time is it?”

“Oh yeah, no shit Sherlock. It’s around 1:17 something. You can-you can uh come sleep on the bed. It’s large enough for like 3 people and we both need sleep so you can take one side, I guess.”

Y/N raises her eyebrow. “You’re sure? You know what, I’m not even gonna question it. Get outta the way, motherfucker.”

Harry mutters something along the lines of why did I let her sleep in my bed but does nothing as she wriggles under the unmade side of the bed. Y/N’s eyes are already drooping as he gets under the covers on his side.

“Stay on your fucking side, Y/L/N. I mean it please.”

She hums out an unintelligible response.

Harry doesn’t remember when he fell back to sleep but the last thing, he did remember that night was his partner’s arm extending away from her face where it had been previously and landing next to his, their pinkies now wrapped together.

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He feels warm. It’s not the fuck I’m burning it’s too much kind of warmth but rather the toasty welcomed kind. The one where you’re curled up under a blanket watching a movie with your cat at your feet, a fire cackling gently by the side, sweet candles burning, and an even sweeter girl in your arms.

Harry’s emerald eyes blink open heavily. There’s a weight in his arms and it’s 4 am. The weight shifts. It also sighs and cuddles closer to Harry. He finds the weight is actually a person. The person is Y/N and it’s pleasant.

Harry falls back to sleep.

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She feels warm. It’s not the ah it’s burning kind of warmth but rather the welcomed toasty kind. The one where you’re snuggled up under the covers watching a movie with your cat at your feet and there’s a fire cackling gently by the side, sweet candles burning and an even sweeter boy, holding you in his arms.

Y/N’s eyes blink open heavily. There’s a weight on top of her and it’s 8 am. The weight shifts. It also sighs and snuggles tighter around Y/N. She finds the weight is actually a person. The person is Harry and it’s very unpleasant.

Y/N squawks and throws him down.

“What in the Jesus Christ-” Harry gapes from the floor, having been woken up suddenly. He looks up and there she is holding her pillow like a weapon. Is she serious?

“Why the fuck were you cuddling me?”

“Why the fuck would I cuddle you?”

“I do not fucking know! You were the one on top of me!”

“You were the one on my side!”

“Well, someone crossed over!”

“You did!”

“Oh no, you were the one who started it!”

“Shut your bitch ass up, you started it, Styles!”

“Oh, please Y/L/N, you are the last person I would want to snuggle with. I may be a touchy person but I’m not that desperate-”

“Oh, you’re a man-whore so you better jus-”

Someone’s phone rings.

It’s Nick.

There’s silence.

Then there’s scrambling.

Y/N snatches up the phone and answers it.

“Hey yeah hi. Good morning, Nick, how’re you doing this fine morning?” She awkwardly asks her director and Harry just crouches on the floor, his head in his hands.

“Y/N what did you do? It’s not even 9 yet. Why are you answering Styles’ phone? Did you two finally fuck it out or like-”

“Nick! Please. What do you want?”

Harry leans against the bed like he’s in pain (might as well be) because he can very well listen to the conversation going on, on the phone.

Nick heaves a sigh on the other side. “I just wanted to ask you two how it’s going and inform you from where you’d be collecting your clothes for tonight.”

They straighten up and look at each other. Down to business.

“There’s this cute boutique downtown, owned by a sweet lady called Juliana. Now, she is doing me a big favour by entertaining your asses-”

“Oh, now come on that’s not fai-”

“Shut up Y/L/N and let me finish. Have no manners I swear to god.”

Before Y/N can open her mouth to complain some more (she always whines like this but Nick never says anything, not to her) Harry snatches his cell back and clears his throat.

“Now movin on. You’ll go to her no late than noon and take your pick from whatever options she has. Don’t bother her too much.”

“You sweet for her, Nicky?” Harry snickers, sneaking a look at Y/N who’s doing the same.

“Sure like you are for that wife of yours, huh Styles?”

Nick ends Harry and the call.

[random-iz-stuff]

Invader Zim Deathmatch:

ROUND 2, FIGHT 3:

DIB VS SIZZ-LORR!

Rules are as follows:

1. We’re assuming that both participants actively want and are willing to kill each other unless actively specified otherwise (for example: Chammy Wamboo).

2. The fight must be one on one so no outside help is allowed, but prep time is allowed.

3. The rule for prep time is that if one contestant gets prep time, the other contestant gets an equal amount of prep time as well.

[Masterpost]

Information about both contestants (who they are, powers and abilities, etc) can be found under the cut.

Contestant Stats:

Dib:

“Agent Mothman in the flesh”

Appearances:

As a main character, Dib appears in so many places that I’m not even going to mention them

Powers and abilities:

Enhanced strength (Dib shows various feats of superhuman strength throughout the series, like smashing through a wall for example (possibly because he’s a clone that’s been genetically modified))

Enhanced agility and stamina (Dib also shows various feats of superhuman agility, stamina and acrobatic skills throughout the series (once again possibly because he’s a clone that’s been genetically modified))

Enabled Durability (Dib consistently shows throughout the series that he’s remarkably durable, surviving getting blown up, thrown through walls, etc (Try to guess why that may be))

Intelligence (Dib is one of the smartest humans in the show, being able to see through Zim’s disguise. He’s cunning, crafty, able to find and capitalize of his opponent’s weaknesses and while he isn’t nearly as smart as an Irken in terms of things like technology, Dib has shown himself to be able to modify and use pre-existing alien tech for his own purposes and knows how to make his own devices from scratch)

Supernatural knowledge (Dib is extremely knowledgeable on all things supernatural and has successfully used at least two magic devices (a Spelldrive in Gaz; Taster Of Pork and a (faulty) Freezing Talisman in one of the unfinished episodes, showing that he generally knows how to operate them)

Equipment (Dib uses a lot of different tools to his advantage. Alien Sleep Cuffs, X-ray goggles, devices he built himself like the water balloon catapult, tracking and hacking devices, stealth equipment, etc)

[Weakness] Prep Time Dependent (Dib doesn’t just keep his equipment with him at all times, and a lot of his strengths come from prior experience with whatever he’s fighting. This means that every time he needs new equipment, magic devices, weaknesses to exploit, etc, he needs prep time to acquire/make the necessary equipment or discover weaknesses in his enemy. This competition allows prep time, but keep in mind that if one contestant gets prep time, the other also gets an equal amount of prep time)

Fun Fact:

When the show was first being made, Nickelodeon executives wanted to cut Dib from the show because they didn’t think he was funny or interesting enough. To avoid this, Jhonen Vasquez started a project called God Save the Dib, which modified Dib’s design to be more interesting. This project is actually where the “Dib’s Head Being Big” gag came from.

Sizz-Lorr:

“Frylord of Foodcourtia”

Appearances:

Sizz-Lorr appears in the episode “The Frycook What Came From All That Space” and has a cameo appearance in “Dookie Loop Horror”

Powers and abilities:

Irken physiology (can lift over 3 times their body weight and is extremely durable)

Large Size (Irkens can lift over three times their body weight. Sizz-Lorr is way bigger and therefore heavier than most other Irkens, so he can lift WAY more as well)

Extreme agility (Sizz-Lorr is extremely agile, leaping from moving cab to moving cab in his race to catch Zim)

PAK (PAK legs, PAK lasers, shield generator, all the things an Irken PAK can do)

Jet-PAK (Sizz-Lorr’s PAK contains a unique jetpack function that is powerful enough to fully fly in the atmosphere of a planet)

Shock Spear (Sizz-Lorr owns and is seen using a giant spatula with all the same abilities and features as a shock spear, so for all intents and purposes it’s the same thing. Sizz-Lorr’s Shock Spatula is capable of discharging energy to attack things, and is strong enough to cut through the hull of a small spaceship)

Fun Fact:

According to the wiki, Sizz-Lorr’s name is a reference to the Sizzler restaurant chain.

[onenettvchannel]

#OnlyOnOneNETnews: The Astonishing Prediction from 'Totally Spies' that came true with American tech independent streaming giant 'Apple TV+'

(Written by Ridley Terrance / Contributed News Writer of OneNETnews & Master Control for ONC)

MALIBU, CALIFORNIA -- Re-living the moments of the beloved French-Canadian animated series "Totally Spies" reveals an intriguing prediction on a 5th season finale made over a decade ago.

In the episode entitled "Totally Dunzo", which was aired as a 2-parter on February 3rd and 10th, 2008 in France on Sundays, and later internationally aired for global syndication in the early March this said year, the authors have placed a barely noticeable store sign with a simple word "TV+", nearly at the 18th minute mark. Fast forward to November 2019, when a new tech streaming giant 'Apple' launched its highly anticipated American streaming service 'Apple TV+', marking an uncanny prediction made by the show's creator duos between 'Vincent Chalvon-Demersay' and 'David Michel'.

Many of these individuals or observers as audience on national television have drawn comparisons between this foresight and the prophetic qualities of "The Simpsons", highlighting the notable similarities between the two. The animated series is well-known for its ability to predict future events with remarkable precision. However, the prediction from "Totally Spies" concerning the future of its said American tech streaming giant is even more astonishing, given that it was made years ahead of the legal paid service's actual launch that many consumers in the industry of streaming are all going digital.

For those of us who do not know when no one is seriously talking about, aside from both cartoon shows for legitimate prediction points… "Totally Spies!" is a spy-themed French-Canadian animated cartoon series following 3 teenage college girls of Malibu University are all named Ms. Samantha Simpson, Clover Ewing and Alexandra Vasquez (known as Alex, Sam and Clover, in short), who were worked together as secret agents at WHOOP (The World Organization of Human Protection). It is the blend of action, gags and gadgets, that showers an appeal to both kids and teens. Through past seasons, the spies use their skills to track down and investigate criminal cases. It balances serious spy missions with everyday teenage life in California.

"The Simpsons" on the other hand, is a long-running adult animated sitcom created by 'Matthew Abram Groening', known for its satirical take on American culture, family dynamics and social issues. Set in the fictional town of Springfield, Wyoming; the series features characters with distinctive yellow skin and primarily appeals to an older demographic with its irreverent humor. Interestingly, some prediction events may possibly come true but do turn out anywhere between a few to several years time. It's like you're watching a future weather forecast right before your very eyes. Not all of those are satirical about some events that are connected with predictions; it may be changed later on according to the story, as the show requires in its episodes.

The timing is eerily similar to the prediction in "Totally Dunzo". So, I asked myself on our news team of OneNETnews. Did the show's creators possess some mystical foresight? Or was it just a coincidence?

You see, real-world events occured to predict the reality or fiction, and is no laughing matter. From the presidency of 'Donald John Trump' for upcoming re-election, to the discovery of the Higgs boson particle; the show's track record on these was surprisingly accurate.

But how did the authors of "Totally Spies" envision this technological shift? Entertainment insiders, both local and within the fan base, say these writers from France, Canada, and the United States of America were actually pretty detailed-oriented guys who often wrote subtly indicative messages into their storylines.

The above-mentioned episode airing title coincides with a time when high-definition television sets was gaining popularity, and online streaming was starting to emerge as a viable alternative to traditional cable and satellite television in some supported providers like 'Spectrum'.

While it cannot be known for sure if the people behind "Totally Spies" put this prophecy in on purpose or if it was just an accident, older or newer generations of the show keep wondering what other secrets might be hiding in the episodes for once in a lifetime. There is also a moment when the background characters are walking on the road in some sort of apparent marching band, which is totally unrelated to the prediction. However, some have speculated that it actually could be more important than one may think at first glance.

In conclusion, the prediction of Apple TV+ in the 5th season finale of "Totally Spies" stands as an impressive example of foresight and creativity. The uncanny prediction in "Totally Dunzo" has sparked renewed interest in the show, merely inspired by 'The Simpsons' and its potential for revealing hidden truths about the future.

As we continue to navigate the ever-evolving landscape of technology and media, it is fascinating to reflect on how even animated series on both sides can provide valuable insights into the future.

SCREENGRAB and STOCK PHOTOS COURTESY: Banijay Kids and Family (formerly Marathon Media) & Google Images BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team

[sydsmooses]

Open Starter.

ㅡ note: i do not care how long your reply is as long as it is not a one liner. i will make the most of everything i get, and my length could range from a small paragraph to two or three or even more paragraphs. ㅡ

tws: mentions of murder, assault, guns and other weaponry + violent themes.

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perhaps atticus should have listened to agent vasquez instead of running off on his own. unfortunately, he hadn't and now he was stuck on his knees with the barrel of some gun pressed against the back of his head.

"well," he murmured, "this isn't the kinda greeting I expected. where's the 'how'd ya find me?!' and the running away? seems you were expectin' me, eh? that sucks, you see, because i left my back up .. mm .. somewhere. well, i suppose my luck's run out."

the gun shifted slightly, moving just barely into view through a mirror to his left. "ah, what a beautiful pistol. shiny." if he could distract the perp, he could buy himself some time ㅡ he just needed to think. that was supposed to be his strong suit too! where had all his brain cells gone?

"y'know, i was supposed to have a blind date today but your . . . massacre ruined that ㅡ i must thank you. i fear my mother does not have the best taste in people for me." okay, yeah, he was nervous and he tended to talk quite formally when nervous.

"gods, will you shut up?" the gruff voice responded, "my target will be here any second, i can't let them see you like this."

atticus realized at that moment that they were not at the suspects house, but at the next victims home. his eyes widened and he let out a loud groan, unfortunately this muted the front door opening.

[iamsuperconfused]

Not Forgotten - Chapter 29

New chapter is here 

Maggie is caught in the middle of a complicated development with Astra's return and the surprising connection she shares with other people. Things are changing fast! Find how in this chapter!

Tags are chapter specifics

[kuekyuuq]

Things the SG/SC fandom agrees on for fanfics...

...although they are not canon established / were only mentioned once / go against canon, but because canon screwed things up we chose to ignore it 🤷

Jess, the assistant (is awesome) [not to be confused with traitorous Alana from 02x15!]

Lena loves kale as much as Kara loves potstickers

Kara is on a mission to fatten Lena up 

Kara can't cook

(C'mon, that was one time! Her pancakes turned out alright!)

Lena is Irish 🍀

Lena is a witch / has magic powers (is on this list due to the many fics that included this long before season six! May have been due to Katie's role as Morgana on Merlin, tho.)

"Lee" and "Kar" (...why though _X_ ?😢 )

Lena calling Kara "darling" (which stems from Katie calling all her friends all sorts of endearing terms)

Kara DOES use her superpowers in her day-to-day life (and constantly - great applications have been come up with!)

Where Kara hid her boots before she got the nanotech-supersuit will always be treated as a mystery.

Lena’s childhood teddy bear Miss Pizzly (somehow) returns 

Kara memorized Lena's heartbeat (and can tune in on it from great distances) like or even better than Alex’ / within them meeting once 🧏💓

If Kara and Lena have a child / children, there's a 85% chance, they will name them something starting with an L or something that can be abbreviated to start with an L (even if Lena might wanna break with traditions from a family she tries to distance herself from? Lena had a daughter named Lori in the New Earth comics, but really anything with an L seems to be fair game - Why not Irish names?)

Pancakes make the best breakfast (counts for any ship, apparently)

Kara is a morning person 🌞, Lena... is not 😫☕☕☕

Lena does (initially) not want children / is afraid to be a good mother

Alex (and Maggie) bet on anything and everything 💵

Alex gets / acts traumatized / scarred for life by any and all mentions of Kara's sex-life

Agent Susan Vasquez is gay 🌈

(I am 90% sure the caption is not canon, but... if the shoe fits...)

Nia is totally chill in (steamy) Supercorp situations (leaning back and eating popcorn) and totally ships them 🍿

Lena's (loyal) driver, Frank 

This list does not claim to be complete nor exclusive.  Feel free to add and expand if something else caught your attention. 

Fandom is fun 😊

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10K x reader, Addy Carver sister x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, swearing, violence

Chapter: 2.12

Feeling a presence behind you, you turned back to see Vasquez walking in your direction. He sat down on the log across from you.

“Can’t sleep either, I’m guessing.”

You glanced back down at the notepad sitting on your lap. “Nah, I took over from Addy early. Besides, it’s hard to sleep on the grass when I can’t stop imagining bugs crawling all over me.”

“You're in a zombie apocalypse and you're more concerned about spiders crawling into your hair,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

“Exactly.”

“What are you looking at?”

You handed him the notepad and noticed the way his eyes opened in surprise. “This is something. Some of these are horrifying, no offence.”

You shrug, “none taken. That’s why I took those pictures. So I won't forget.”

“I don’t think anyone will be forgetting the rotten monsters that rose from the dead anytime soon.”

You scoff at his words. Vasquez had the ability to make you feel incredibly dumb just by the tone of his voice alone. It wasn’t that you disliked him, you just didn’t understand him.

“I don't want to forget their faces,” you said as you reached for your notepad. “I don’t have pictures of my family from before the apocalypse and I sometimes struggle to remember them, so I’m making sure to take pictures of the fucked up family I have now.”

“I get it,” Vasquez pulled his dog tags over his neck and handed them to you. The first thing you noticed was a wedding ring. “I can’t remember what my wife's voice was like.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even know you were married… did she die during the apocalypse?”

“No,” he deadpanned. You regretted asking when you saw his jaw tense. “I was a DEA agent. I worked for the US Mexican task force. I’d been assigned to dismantle the Zero cartel, but something went wrong. They found out who I was. They kidnapped my wife, Angie, and our baby girl, Julia. He shot them right in front of me.”

Your stomach twisted in knots. “I’m so sorry, Vasquez. That must have been awful. I hope the son of the bitches who did it is dead.”

“Not yet, but I’ll get my revenge one day.”

—

Your group was currently surrounded by Z's and were running low on ammo.

“Now would be the time to pull a miracle out of your ass Murphy!” you yelled while stepping back.

You’d made it to the Mexican border easily enough, but when another car crashed into you, the sounds of the horns blaring attracted an onslaught of the infected.

As you braced yourself for the worst, somebody else began shooting at the dead. Somebody opened the window from inside the border wall and whistled for you all to follow him.

When you jumped down into a hallway, you realised it was the same men who ran the Z weed farm. Hector, or Escorpion, as he was known as, You groaned as Murphy stepped forward and told the bounty hunters he was ‘the Murphy’. He was incapable of keeping his mouth shut. You kept your gun pointed at Hector as Murphy pulled off his top to show his zombie bite scars.

Satisfied that Murphy was the real deal, Hector orders his men to back off and says a woman named La Reina is looking for your group to give them a reward.

—

You let out a gasp as you followed Hector outside into his people's garden. It was beautiful. All the plants were well maintained, with blossoming flowers beside them.

“Did you catch what he just said?” Your sister asks.

“No, why? Was it important?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, “yes.” She whispered. “The person in charge is called the Queen of the Dead and has been watching us with drones.”

“Who doesn’t at this point?”

A brunette with a lot of tattoos on her face was waiting by the front door of the building you were walking up to. She whispered something to Hector and then moved back.

Hector nodded. “La Reina awaits your presence.”

—

La Reina greeted Murphy as if he was a celebrity and shared that she’d been sending her best men to hunt him down. She refused to say why she was hunting him down and insisted on showing everyone instead.

She shot you a wink as she walked by, “no need for weapons here.”

Reluctantly, you handed your weapons over to her men, “Try not to lose them.”

You waited for Warren, who was walking towards you with a fake smile on her face with Addy on the other side of her. “What’s the plan here?”

“Stay alive. Get out when we can with Murphy.”

—

“Welcome to my laboratory.”

The first thing you notice is the dead body on the table. Grimacing, you walk by it quickly. La Reina told you on the walk over that her doctor had been working on a cure so she could dispute the cure all over the world. The only thing she needed was Murphy’s blood.

So far her intentions seemed pure, she wanted to help others and not just herself.

The second door leading into the room opened and Kurian walked inside.

10K stepped in front of you protectively.

“Murphy,” Kurian says, stepping closer. His smile fades when he spots you. “You little-”

“You son of a bitch,” your sister spat.

Warren shook her head, “So this is where the zeros took you. I thought they were going to kill you.”

“I'm glad they didn't,” you say as you take a step ahead of the others. “Now I can do it myself.”

10K and Doc held you back from swinging at him. La Reina rolls her eyes, “you two know each other?”

“You hear about the nuclear strike in Colorado? He’s the one behind it.”

“Colorado?” La Reina shot Kurian a glare. “That’s where you went off with all my money?”

“I am mending my ways now. Plus, I would have come back sooner if that little bitch hadn’t shot me in the leg.”

“You shot him?”

“You're lucky I missed. I was aiming for your head!”

10K put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to stop you from going any closer to the doctor.

“Lieutenant,” La Reina says, unimpressed as she steps in front of Warren. “I understand you and your people. If someone tried to kill me, I would not rest until I took my revenge, but nobody is going to kill my doctor, are they?”

“No.”

“Why not? I would.”

You could sense Warren’s hesitation, so you answered for her. “Because you took our guns.”

La Reina let out a loud laugh, “Yes I did. But something tells me a smart woman like you can make weapons out of anything, huh?”

“Yes.”

“So why not kill him?”

Warren cuts in, “because he might be the only one who can make a cure. We can settle our personal scores once humanity is saved.”

—

The air was thick with tension as Warren decided what the next move was.

La Reina had given your group two options. Either accept the bounty and go, or join the cartel and become a part of their society. Reluctantly, Warren agreed for you all to stay, as it was the safer option.

“All right,” La Reina said as she walked away. “We just have one test left.”

You let out a scream as a man placed a bag over your head and began dragging you backwards.

—

You felt sick to your stomach as you watched the bounty hunters above you placing bets. Hector had just explained to you that the final test was to see who the last man standing was, so your group was locked together in a small pit.

They had given you weapons to choose from. With not much of a choice left, you picked up two daggers and stood beside 10K. “Are you as scared as I am?”

You could hear the tremble in his voice as he spoke, but he lied anyway. “No, we’ve got this. We always find a way.”

Hector waves his hand for the cell door to be opened, “round one.”

A single Z appears, and Addy quickly stabs it in the head.

Hector nods, pretending to be impressed. “Okay, final round.” More than a dozen Z’s charge at the cell door, all snarling desperately to get through to the other side. “I’m going to do you a favour. To speed things up, why don’t we kill the lights? Las Luces.”

The lights went off as the door to the cell opened. The moment the Z’s poured in, the fight to survive started. You stabbed every Z that got close to you in the head. You could feel the blood and guts spattering over you but were pushed back by the urge to vomit.

When the lights came on, you were happy to see all your group unbitten. “It's a wonder you've lived this long. I could use zero’s like you.”

“Can I join your damn club now?” Warren spat.

“Just one more thing…”

—

You had expected La Reina to say you had more Z’s or with another person to join, but instead her final demand was to look the part.

You sat uncomfortably in a hairdressing chair while a man curled your hair. Makeup was applied to your face the minute after you came out of the shower, as well as having your clothes picked out for you.

A strapless brown leather dress was laid out on the bed, along with black heels. It wasn’t something you’d ever have chosen for yourself, nor was it practical for an apocalypse.

With no choice, you had to go along with La Reina's ridiculous make-up plan. When the hairdresser was finished, you were led into a room where your sister, Doc, and Warren were all ready to go.

“Damn Warren,” you said, noticing how low-cut her dress was at the chest. “I was more afraid to put this thing on the risk of being chased by Z's.”

When you fully entered the room, Doc wolf whistled at you while Addy’s jaw swung open. “You look good, Astra. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this dressed up before.”

“You too, your heels are very deadly.”

“At the very least, I can use it as a weapon,” she scrunched up her face at the large spikes protruding from her shoes. “I don’t like how shiny we all are.”

Vasquez entered the room next, and straight away his eyes traced every curve on Warren’s body. It was obvious he was starting to develop feelings for her.

“I feel weird,” 10K said, stepping in last. He paused when he noticed you, causing you to blush. His eyes linger on you, “wow.”

“10K roll your tongue back into your mouth,” Warren says, with a hint of amusement in her voice. “We gotta go find out what the hell is going on.”

—

You let out a huff as another bag was pulled off your head. Since your group was new and not fully trusted yet, you weren’t allowed to see where anything was.

You were led to a balcony that looked over a Day of the Dead themed party. Hector demanded the guests stop what they were doing as their queen approached. La Reina walked out to the balcony directly across the room with a red lace veil covering her face. She pulled it back once she had everyone’s attention, “My people, we have suffered for a very long time. Lives we once knew have been torn apart.”

You zoned out of her speech when you noticed Murphy dressed like a price sitting by the fireplace. Oh shit. Whatever was about to happen wasn’t going to be good.

A zero approach to your group with some of the weapons you came in with. “Tonight we make them one of us!” La Reina pointed over at you.

Warren nodded graciously as the crowd below cheered. She motioned for the rest of you to go look around.

You stood beside your sister at a window looking into the back garden. You noticed some of the cartel members hitting a Z that was hanging upside down with a stick blindfolded. “A zombie pinata? That’s vile. What are they expecting to get out of it?”

She frowned, “drugs.”

—

You jumped, feeling a hand resting on your back. “God, Tommy, you scared me.”

“My bad,” he smiled. “Astra, you honestly look…”

“Uncomfortable?”

He chuckles. “I was going to say beautiful, but your face looks extremely red. Why would anyone wear those deliberately?”

“All the women here are wearing heels,” you say quietly. “I think the queen likes her people to be dressed a certain way.”

“Why did we all need to get dressed though?" We aren’t her people.”

“Because we are her shiny new toys. Although, I’m guessing the women need to wear these outfits all the time to fit in.”

You kissed 10K on the lips, seeing him pout slightly. He didn’t like the idea of women being dressed up as objects either.

You smile when Doc walks over with a full plate of food, “You kids have got to try—what is she doing?”

You spin round to see Warren running across the room. Your eyes move to Vasquez, who is pointing a gun at Hector. Oh god, it’s him. He’s the one. The penny finally clicked for you and you realised Hector was the one who killed Vasquez's wife and daughter.

Warren knocks the gun out of Vasquez's hand and points it at him while three men grab him and pull him back.

The room fills with cheers of applause and victory as they mistakenly think Warren did that to save the queen of the dead.

—

“We gotta get out of here. Like now,” Doc says in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, we'll, if I knew what the hell was going on, I might have known what to do,” Addy says sharply. “How did Warren know what he was going to do?”

“He was going to kill Hector.”

“Kid, do you know something we don't?”

“I think so,” you said, looking around at the rest of the cartel. They were staring at the four of you. “I’ll fill you in when we get out of here.”

The music in the room stopped as Kurian approached the queen. “My queen, I have it. I have made the vaccine. The zombie plague is over. I’ve done it.”

You noticed the smug look on Murphy's face. Something wasn’t right.

“What have you done? Tell me!” La Reina demanded.

Kurian held up a small bottle of light pink liquid. “I present to you your H1Z1 vaccine. This serum makes the zombie virus impotent. Now a zombie bite will be like nothing and when you die you stay dead.”

“Show me, show me how this works.”

At his queen's command, Kurian turned to address the rest of the room, “I will just need a volunteer.”

When he smiled in your direction, Addy, Doc and 10K practically shoved you behind them. Kurian smirked and went to say something, but stopped when Hector entered the room with a prisoner.

“I've got the man for you, doctor Kurian,” he says, pushing Vasquez to his knees.

You let out a horrified gasp upon seeing the cuts and bruises that covered Vasquez's face and body.

You held your breath as you watched Vasquez being held in place as Dr. Kurian prepared to inject him with the vaccine.

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Zygoat, the E plot I wanted in Supergirl...

Small disclaimer before I go into this, I have not watched every episode of Supergirl. I’m still struggling to finish season two because of the writing and I’ve seen other episodes here and there. So grain of salt for all this in that regard.

That being said…

One of my favourite world building things in any kind of ongoing series is what I tend to think of as the E plot. You’ve got like the overall series mystery or villain plot which is like the A plot, then B plot is like the main character growth or romance, C plot is the secondary character growth thing, D plot is the inter relationship thing among side characters usually the other romance or friendship that’s growing, and then there’s the E plot…

That reoccurring bit of filler that mostly seems to be a dialogue link that has some kind of payoff later, like the swan in Hot Fuzz (or really anything in Edgar Wright movies). Those recurring characters like the cabbage man in Avatar the last Airbender. Or the mystery of how Gibbs gets the boat out of the basement in NCIS. They’re those little bits that make a world feel bigger and the characters lives more real.

Or you can just think of it as the extras or everyday or… entertaining? Look there’s a lot of E words that could apply here and I’m not a professional okay. Key is it’s stuff can be easily cut for time but is also usually really good for showing character interaction or personality and make great callback jokes in later seasons.

In Supergirl, speaking as a writer (debatable claim I know) but I felt like we were missing those E plots. We got a lot of filler but not much of it felt… like actual good E plot world building content type filler. Especially when it came to the DEO and Catco. I dare you to name three agents of the DEO (without looking them up or that aren’t in the main cast). I can name one, Vasquez. Wait two, there’s apparently a Pam in HR, and I know this because it’s the one bit of E plot level world building I remember on the show.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about there it’s from S02E14 the scene where Mon-el announces he and Kara are dating and Alex says they have to watch a video on harassment. I love that bit because that’s exactly the kind of thing you do have to fill out in a workplace even if it is a secret government organisation. It also showed character differences between four of our main cast, and because it immediately made me think of Archer.

Supergirl as a show just felt like a show that needed more E plot, fun callback or world building extras. That extra chaos that the characters could play against. There’s been a few bits here and there (mostly Supercorp scenes from what I've seen) but as a show it often felt like it was really missing… consideration with these things. We needed more time with the characters and seeing them interact instead of moving from plot point to plot point with no added anything. The episodes feel crowded with too much plot that never paid off and not enough… character room. We got plots with the characters shoved into it instead of the other way around a lot of the time. We needed game nights where they talked about the latest villains and references to other people who live and work with the team. That one agent whose desk that's always a mess, or that barista who never gets Nia's coffee order right but he’s cute so she never says anything, or even like the name of Lena’s head of security being mentioned after yet another attack on her life.

Personally I like when there’s lots of little things with connective payoff not just world building extras. Which is why I of course have one of my own because I am a self indulgent fanfic writer and what am I here for if not to find problems with canon and then share my solutions. So thank you if you read this far because it was mostly an introduction to…

Zygoat, the E plot I wanted in Supergirl

Kara arrived at the DEO and found Alex watching as several agents in full biohazard gear took stuff out of a fridge and dropped it into biohazard bags. Kara sniffed and immediately gagged.

“Oh God- what is that smell?” she asked covering her mouth.

Alex sighed.

“Whatever has been in the back of the fridge for ten years.”

Kara gave her a concerned look.

“Last month the biological research team didn’t fill out a request form for a replacement fridge in time. Then instead of coming and telling me when they ran out of space so I could put a rush on their request they decided to use the one in the staff cafeteria without telling anyone, and then they forgot to take it all out when they did get the replacement.”

Kara looked increasingly concerned.

“Today Agent Henderson knocked one of the containers over and an unidentifiable purple goo exploded out of it’s container covering the back of the fridge then started glowing. So of course now the entire fridge is considered contaminated, and we’re going to have to get it scrubbed for any kind of residue before it can be used for food again and apparently Dr Hawler is missing a goat embryo.”

“Why would she have a goat embryo in the lunch fridge?” Kara asked horrified.

“It’s in a little jar she puts it on top of her lunch so no one steals it.”

Kara gagged again.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Normally I would agree, but considering the things I’ve seen removed from this fridge in the last ten minutes, I’d prefer the embryo.”

Kara turned around to not be looking at the fridge.

“Okay so I just came about…”

- J’onn glared at the paperwork in front of him as Kara walked over to Alex.

“Why does J'onn look so… angry?” Kara asked.

“Do you remember that incident with the cafeteria fridge?”

“The purple goo explosion?”

“Yeah, so because we had to throw away everything we told everyone to just put in a reimbursement claim for the cost of their lunches and the DEO would just pay them all back. That turned out to be a mistake…”

Kara gave her sister a sympathetic look.

“Apparently Agent Newman had a quinoa salad and goat cheese gnocchi.”

“Newman?” Kara asked clearly disbelieving. “The guy who thinks lesbians are all vegans, women belong in the kitchen, and once ate a chicken leg out of the bin?”

Alex nodded.

“Yeah, he’s on his final warning by the way, so if you hear him say anything else like that please file a complaint so we can fire him. That’s paperwork I actually do want to fill out.”

Kara saluted to her sister.

“Anyway he’s claiming for forty eight dollars and seventy three cents because he supposedly got it from the vegan cafe on the corner that charges eight dollars for coffee.”

Kara whistled. Alex sifted through some papers.

“And Agent Drew reportedly had a steak for lunch. He wants fifty. I saw at least five ham and cheese sandwiches go into that bin and six tubs of yogurt but apparently only Ned from accounting is honest enough to admit it.”

Alex sighed and looked up.

“So, what did you…”

-

Mon-el moved quickly out of the way as an agent stormed past.

“What’s his-”

“Lunch thief,” Winn said. “Third time someone has apparently stolen his sandwich this week.”

Mon-el made a face and turned back to Winn.

-

J’onn stopped and looked down at something beside Winn’s desk.

“Agent Schott what is-”

“Lunch thief protection,” Winn said picking up what looked like a toolbox. “Turns out Agent Smith wasn’t lying. He apparently changed where he put his lunch and so mine got stolen instead. This is my protective measures. It requires a ten digit password and my fingerprint, ain’t nobody stealing my cake today.”

J’onn sighed.

“Well it’s also a trip hazard so put it in the staff room or your locker.”

Winn sighed and left with the box as J’onn turned to the others to continue the briefing.

-

Kara arrived in a rush and stopped seeing the serious look on Winn and Alex’s faces as they watched something on the screen.

“What are you two doing?” she asked.

“A matter of great importance,” Alex said her eyes still focused on the screen.

“Someone stole her lunch,” Winn said.

Alex punched him.

“Ow!” Winn yelled glaring at her.

“Seriously?” Kara asked laughing.

Alex glared at her.

“Maggie packed it for me. It was clearly labelled and I even put it right at the back so people wouldn’t be able to see it and now it’s missing. I want to know who was dumb enough to steal from me.”

“Okay,” Kara said slowly. “Well once you’re done with that very important mystery I have…”

-

Kara walked over to stand next to Winn and looking at Alex glaring at an agent.

“What’s happening?”

“Interrogations, the lunch thief is getting bolder. They took three lunches today.”

“Wow!”

“They also did it without getting caught on camera which is kinda impressive.”

Kara nodded as Alex walked over.

-

Kara approaching Winn as he’s talking with another agent.

“Sorry man. I’ve scanned it for a dozen possible ghost like things and it’s all clean.”

The agent sighed and looked at Kara.

“Has she looked?”

“Looked at what?” Kara asked.

Winn sighed.

“Agent Quinn thinks his locker is haunted.”

“Oh, by what?” Kara asked.

“Agent Newman’s anger poltergeist at being fired.”

Kara made a face.

“I swear there’s something in there. I can hear it but whenever I open it it’s gone,” Agent Quinn said sounding genuinely spooked.

“I’ll have her use her xray vision to check it for you before she leaves. Back to your post now agent,” Winn said getting up and gently pushing the agent away.

“Is he okay?” Kara asked looking after him.

Winn nodded.

“He’s new. I’ll just have him scheduled for a random psych eval. I think he might be struggling with all the alien stuff we handle.”

-

“Have you found the lunch thief yet?” Maggie asked holding out a pizza to Alex.

Alex made a frustrated noise.

“Whoever they are they’re somehow besting an entire intelligence agency. When we do find out who’s doing it I’m not sure if I should offer them a promotion or shoot them for causing so much trouble.”

Maggie laughed.

“I had a similar problem in a share house once. I laced cupcake frosting with laxatives and left them on the bench with a note saying do not eat.”

“Did it work?” Alex asked.

Maggie shrugged.

“Well I came home and all of my housemates were suffering the affects so I never found out the main culprit. But no one ever stole my food again.”

Alex smiled.

-

Kara stopped and lowered her glasses looking at the agents hosing out the fridge in the parking lot.

“What happened to the fridge?”

Alex sighed.

“I tried Maggie’s advice… It did not have the anticipated results. So now agents Adams and Brown are cleaning what seems to be very wet animal droppings out of the fridge. Dr Hawler wants to test it for evidence. I’m just starting to think that fridge is cursed. Maybe whatever it is spread to Agent Quinn’s locker.”

Kara gave her a concerned look.

“His shirt was destroyed from inside his locker. No evidence of anyone going near it.”

-

“What are you doing with… leaves?” Kara asked.

Winn looked at the small box stuffed with leaves.

“Oh we’re going to burn sage in the locker room to try and appease the ghost in Quinn’s locker. Wanna join?”

Kara shook her head.

“No thanks. As tempting as that sounds I’ve gotta finish an article for Snapper about…”

-

And then we get a mystery payoff filler episode!

..

Kara comes to the DEO to bring Alex dinner as she doesn’t trust the cursed fridge. Kara makes some comment about no job to big or too small for Supergirl then they hear a scream. They run towards it and see Agent Quinn on the floor of the cafeteria clutching his bloody face.

“Quinn what happened?” Kara asked rushing to the man’s side.

He starts babbling about a monster in the fridge. He just went to get out his salad and then it attacked him. A horrible vicious monster with fangs and flaming red eyes and evil horns. Alex gets out her gun as another two agents run in.

“An agent has been attacked. Lock the building down, no one in or out until we find whatever’s responsible.”

The agents run off. Kara and Lena look at each other and nod.

(Have some kind of main plot discussion as they search)

Then Kara says she can hear something around the corner. Alex nods and Kara flies around the corner diving on the ‘monster’. Alex comes around the corner gun raised and ready.

“Oh Alex, it’s awful,” Kara said turning around smiling and holding a baby goat.

“Goatzilla!” Kara said in mock horror.

Alex lowered her gun with a sigh.

“If that turns out to be Hawler’s missing goat embryo I’m going to have to start believing in the resurrection,” she said.

Kara smiled and hugged the goat.

“Poor baby. You’re not some evil monster are you. You’re just a scared little-”

There’s a loud noise and the goat vanishes in a rush of purple.

“Teleporting goat,” Kara finished.

Insert more Danvers sisters content or just have shenanigans of them trying to find where the goat vanishes to. Which turns out to be Agent Quinn’s locker.

Progress to them running tests on the fridge and locker with Winn. More inter character talk as they run tests on the fridge and Agent Quinn’s locker.

“I told you it was haunted!” Quinn said as another agent bandaged up his head.

Alex sighed.

“By a goat Agent Quinn, not a poltergeist,” she said exasperated.

Results come back and apparently there is some kind of pocket dimension between the locker and fridge that they can’t see or access, but the goat can teleport into at will.

“Is it possible there’s something else in that pocket dimension?” Alex asked.

Winn shrugged.

“No way to tell.”

“So something actually dangerous could just come crawling out of it at any time?” Alex asked.

Winn gave her a look.

“Like, potentially… But it’s unlikely.”

Alex does a long exasperated sigh.

Final scene of the episode has Kara carrying the goat into a containment cell now full of straw with the fridge and locker inside it. She carefully puts it down with a final pat and smile before leaving and closing the door. They all look at the baby goat happily exploring the new enclosure.

“So are we calling her Goatzilla?” Kara asked.

“No,” Alex said immediately.

“Zygoat?” Winn suggested.

Alex and Kara look at him surprised.

“What, you said she was probably Dr Hawler’s embryo. Zygoat totally works.”

Kara looked at Alex.

“Zygoat,” she said with a smile.

Alex sighed and looked back at the enclosure.

“Zygoat,” she agreed.

-

Later references:

S3:

Kara and Alex talking at the DEO but in the background there’s just two agents with a bale of hay. Then have Winn racing over and slip on the hay to be caught by Kara using superspeed. Then Alex is yelling at Agent Johnson to come sweep up the hay before someone gets injured. They have OHS procedures to follow.

-

“Supergirl!” Lena said in surprise. “Uh, why do you have pears?”

“Oh they’re for Zygoat. I like to bring her a treat sometimes.”

“Zygoat?”

“She’s a goat in the containment cells. There was a whole thing with a pocket dimension and- You know what nevermind. I was just coming to check about the…”

-

S4:

Colonel Haley looked at Alex.

“Could you explain to me why I have a prisoner care request for a goat from an Agent Quinn?”

Alex smiled.

“Zygoat,” she answered.

“Excuse me?”

“There was an issue with appropriate storage of alien objects that led to a goat that could teleport between what was at the time the staff fridge and one of the lockers via a pocket dimension. As we cannot determine how big the pocket dimension is, or what else might be in it, we have the goat, fridge, and locker in a containment cell. The goat was named Zygoat at the time and has become a bit of a mascot here. Some of the agents think she might be lonely so would like to adopt a second goat as her a friend.”

Colonel Haley was quiet for a long moment.

“That answers my second question,” she said looking back at her paperwork.

-

S5

Before Crisis:

“Where were you?” Alex hissed.

“I went to check on Zy and Scape,” Kara replied frowning. “What’s happened?”

(Yes the second goat is called Scapegoat, sue me)

After Crisis:

Kara stopped and looked at Alex.

“Did Zygoat make it?” she asked.

“What?” Alex asked confused. “Oh the immortal teleporting goat, yeah we celebrated her birthday last month with a special cake and everything.”

“Immortal?” Kara asked.

Alex looked at her then nodded.

“Yeah, Lex told us to shoot her when we found her to prevent her bringing anything else from the pocket dimension. The bullet went in, but did not come out, she didn’t even bleed. We think it went to the pocket dimension.”

Kara gave Alex a horrified look.

“I take we didn’t shoot Zygoat in the past.”

Kara quickly shook her head.

“No! We just made a containment cell into an enclosure and adopted a second goat as her friend. I used to bring them pears as a treat on Tuesdays!”

Alex nodded.

“We did all that too, just after the immortal thing was discovered and Lena stepped in to forbid anyone testing her immortality further on the grounds of animal cruelty.”

Kara kept walking.

“That man is…”

-

S06

“Hey William, have we shown you the goat yet?” Nia said carefully guiding William away.

“The goat?” he asked confused.

“Yeah, she can teleport. It’s really cool. We got her from a secret government facility. It's actually a really weird story.”

[tiesthatbind-tf]

I accidentally deleted 2000 words of story for poor Soundwave last night and had to rewrite everything but tbh, they’re absolutely worthit.  Their armor definitely makes me want to experiment with Celtic motifs for Hot Rod!

Full story below.

Suraya Widodo was born to parents Wijaya and Ni Made Saraswati on the island of Madura, Indonesia. They noticed that something didn’t quite seem right with their baby, who was fussier than most, threw fits when brought into crowded spaces and seemed mostly lost in their own thoughts, though this did little to dampen their love.

The name ‘Widodo’ (healthy) was given to Suraya (despite the masculine nature of it, which does lend to Suraya’s nonchalance about their gender in later years) in hopes that they would grow up alright despite their quirks.

Wijaya, a fisherman who wanted to give his family a better life in the more industrialized town of Bangkalan west of the island, pushed himself hard at his work, hoping to earn enough to allow them to settle down there comfortably.

He began to risk venturing out into ocean areas which were occasionally used as smuggling routes where more lucrative catches laid, careful to fish there during specific times to the day to avoid crossing paths with pirates and smugglers.

However, his luck ran out one day when a smuggling vessel came across him in broad daylight and silenced him from alerting the coast guards to their existence with five shots.

Suraya was five.

Saraswati, desperate to find a way to care for her child as the new breadwinner thought she had gotten lucky when a job scouter for a factory in Bangkalan came to the village. They were looking to offer work to single mothers as part of their corporate responsibility programme and extended the offer of employment to her and promised a hostel and training so she wasn’t out of her depth in the assembly line.

Seeing it as the best option, she left Suraya with her husband’s family while she worked and lived in a worker’s hostel on weekdays and returned to see Suraya every weekend.

She would give money to the family to care for Suraya in her absence, which was crucial since they weren’t fond of Saraswati (they had not agreed to Wijaya’s marriage) and found Suraya’s odd behavior off-putting and claims of ‘hearing voices’ potentially a sign of mental illness (which was fodder for them to demand even more money from Saraswati with the excuse that Suraya was a handful).

This routine continued until Saraswati was suddenly killed in a factory accident.

Suraya was nine.

The compensation for Saraswati’s death was enough for the family for only a few months and after it dried up, the neglect and abuse began. Though at times it was odd because Suraya seemed to know when they were in a bad mood and when they were looking for an outlet for their anger, and  the child would somehow almost always magically disappear during those times.

Then an agent claiming to be from the government came to see them.

He claimed he had heard about Suraya via their mother and wanted to inspect the child to see if they would qualify for a place in a ‘special school’ for ‘different’ children, and this had sounded tame enough to the family, who allowed him to see the shy, withdrawn little waif.

However Suraya immediately could tell what his true intentions were—-to have them locked up in a testing facility to figure out their ‘mutation’—-and attempted to run, only to be caught by his fellow officers outside the home.

The family was paid compensation for officially relinquishing Suraya’s care to the state, and did so without question, only relieved to be rid of their ‘burden’.

Suraya was taken to facility after facility in the state for the first few years to have a battery of tests, many painful, run on them to figure out their ‘special ability’ as an Outlier and to see if it could be replicated.

When they were in their early teens, they were transported overseas to a different facility as a bargaining chip for intel, tech and the like, coming into the ‘care’ of people who intended to use them as a government asset.

They never saw daylight except during transportation and they began to plan their escape as they studied the facility’s layout.

Their first attempt at escape didn’t go well however; they were caught, dragged back and had their eyes burned and blinded as punishment (at this point they had shown their handlers that their highly-enhanced hearing made them capable of navigating the world in total darkness, so said handlers didn’t not see this as ‘damaging the goods’).

If the handlers thought that the punishment would deter them however, it didn’t; Suraya just became more careful and subtle with the planning of their next attempt.

The second attempt came during a transport session where there were less guards and less access to tech to subdue them, though it came with a problem they did not plan for.

In their first attempt, they had tried escaping into the countryside. In this one, they hurled themselves out completely unprepared into a world louder than any world they had ever known; downtown London on a weekend.

The cacophony completely overwhelmed their senses and they barely managed to crawl-stumble into an alley as bounty hunters were enlisted to track them down.

It was here that they ran into one Ramiro Vasquez (Ravage) who was immediately concerned about their situation and once figuring out the nature of their distress, gave them his headphones to drown out the noise and kept them safe and hidden until the bounty hunters had left.

He then took Suraya back to the rented apartment he shared with Lara Soelberg (Laserbeak) and both agreed to let the waif stay with them for as long as they needed to be alright, and the three formed a little familial unit as Suraya grew deeply fond of the two Beast Men whom they saw as two of the most compassionate people in a horrible world.

Ramiro however understood that Suraya needed tutelage to properly harness and deal with their Outlier ability; having heard whispers of a secret Outlier school run Senator Sharifuddin Waseem (Shockwave) and knowing Sharifuddin as one of the few good men in the Senate, he decided to take the risk and confronted the Senator about the matter, promising to keep the secret a secret in return for helping out Suraya.

As it turned out the threats were not necessary, as Sharifuddin was genuinely  concerned for them and came to see them personally at the apartment. Initially,  Suraya was apprehensive about meeting someone else about their abilities, remembering full well how the first such meeting ended, but to their pleasant surprise, they detected no malice in Sharifuddin’s intentions; only the desire to help.

They agreed to enroll in Sharifuddin’s Outlier institute, coming back home to see Ramiro and Lara every weekend.

They excelled in their classes and soon mastered their ability and knew how to deal with the overstimulation that came from it, to the point where they could walk the streets with no problem.

In the wake of murders of Senators Nikomedes Momus and Gayathri Sharma, Suraya offered to become a spy for Sharifuddin, who was determined to solve the deaths, and Sharifuddin began bringing them to Senate meetings under the guise of them being his new aide.

They caught the eye of Senator Radbourne (RatBat) who seemed to pick up the fact that they were an Outlier, but rather than bring up the matter, requested that they work with him as well on.... matters regarding his constituents with disabilities.

Sharifuddin has his reservations about Radbourne and Suraya knew they were up to no good and both agreed to the arrangement so Suraya could dig up more information about them.

As it turned out, Radbourne was dirty as dirty as politicians came, but he had nothing to do with the murders. Rather, he was mostly preoccupied with an individual named Morgan Trayton (Megatron), the same individual whom Omar Parvez (Orion Pax)  a friend of Sharifuddin’s, had mentioned as a great writer.

Radbourne asked Suraya to track down Morgan with an offer the man hopefully wouldn’t refuse and Suraya, intrigued about this man with what they’d heard about him from Omar, agreed to do so.

They found Morgan in a vast underground fighting ring in Moscow, and after voicing some skepticism about him walking his written talk, he allowed them to peek into his mind to see how genuine and committed he was to his cause, and it took them aback for a bit to meet someone who despite being mired in tragedy, had Sharifuddin’s desire to make a better world and the iron will to back it up.

They pledged themself to be among the first members of Morgan’s rising revolution (which was aided by Omar spreading his writings through an underground press) and told them about Radbourne’s offer to supply weapons and augmentations to increase profits from the pitfighting racket.

Morgan agreed if only to use these exact items against the Senate once he’d acquired an army.

It was during this time with Morgan that they also met Ramsey (Rumble) and Friedel (Frenzy), a pair of dwarf miners who the man had been friends with for years, and almost immediately got along with their boisterous, gregarious natures. 

They continued to be Radbourne’s liaison with Megatron until the start of the Clampdown when they watched Morgan kill the owner of the Pit, free those who wanted their freedom and take those who were loyal to him to meet with Sharifuddin to formally establish a rebellion.

It was about this time that Suraya found out that Radbourne had been conducting illegal experiments on Beast Men, something they took grave offense to, and they kept mining Radbourne for more information about where the experiments were taking place.

Upon finding out, they personally hunted down Radbourne as Stefan Scavarro (Starscream) initiated the Senate massacre to Radbourne’s labs, where he tried to fight them off only to finally find out the true extent of their abilities.

Badly-injured, his attempt at stopping them from freeing the captive Beast Men—-his “property” as he would yell at them—-ended up with him hurled into a genetic splicing pod (commissioned from a ‘Mesothulas’) which he accidentally activated.

The process twisted him into a Rat-Bat-human hybrid, and rather than kill him, Suraya decided to leave the option to the Beast Men he tortured for profit in what they saw as poetic justice.

After those who wanted vengeance were done with Radbourne, Suraya gave the  Beast Men the option of leaving free or coming with them to be a part of Morgan’s revolution which would ensure that they were never mistreated and ostracized by the larger world again.

Two of the Beast Men took up the offer; Bastien Saville (Buzzsaw) and Gan Go-eun (Glit).

When Morgan, confident in Suraya’s abilities asked them  to establish their own division focussed on spying and intel gathering, Suraya chose Ramiro, Lara, Ramsey, Friedel and Bastien to work alongside them.

While Suraya occasionally questions Morgan’s actions, two things they have never questioned are his dedication to his cause and the compassion he shows to those they care for, and it’s enough for them to consider themself a true Decepticon till the day his objectives are achieved.

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Stronger Together

by Argo_Ali

One week after debuting as Supergirl, Kara finds herself under the shadow of her cousin Superman; the media doesn't even call her Supergirl; they always refer to her as Superman's cousin, much to Kara's annoyance. Not only that, new villains arrive in National City, claiming they want to use her as practice before taking on the "real" thing. Luckily some superfriends are there to support her as she learns to live a life as a hero.

Words: 569, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott Jr., J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Agent Vasquez (Supergirl TV 2015), Agent Donovan (Supergirl TV 2015), Dawn Evans(OC), Maxwell Lord, Ben Krull, Clark Kent, Cat Grant

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Agent Vasquez, Winn Schott Jr./Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Hero Lena Luthor, Superhero Alex Danvers, Hero Winn Schott, Supergirl (TV 2015) Season 1, Mentioned Lex Luthor, Mentioned Bruce Wayne, Vigilante Lena Luthor

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[reds-ramblings]

Hope in Tragedy - Part 10

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter does mention violent and sexual crimes some including children.

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Jake's P.O.V.

Today is another long day of trial. As Chase suspected I am hidden away in a backroom watching through a TV screen. This trial is for Jason Lutz mine and Adam's former boss. Yesterday Adam testified this whole thing has been hard to watch but his testimony has hit me the hardest so far. Today it is my turn to testify. Well more like prerecorded testimonies that we made in the days before my "death" will be played before the court. The story is they were found on my computer after my death along with several crucial pieces of evidence such as documents, pictures, and videos of the crimes. I'm not sure how they got the judge to allow the video testimonies to be included in evidence since normally they would not be permissible.

Jason Lutz a man in his early 40s tall, lean with dark hair and glasses sits on one side of the courtroom. Daniel Vasquez his cocky young defense attorney sits beside him with a smug look on his face. On the other side of the courtroom, District Attorney James Blackwell sat with an unamused expression on his face reading through his paperwork.

"All rise!" The bailiff calls out and the judge walks down taking his seat indicating the start of court. Mr. Blackwell approaches the front of the courtroom turning on a TV in the corner.

"What you are about to see was found on the deceased Jake Peters computer once seized by our office following his death." He pushes a button and a hooded figure wearing a mask pops up on the screen. "My name is Jake Peters. I worked under Jason Lutz for 3 years. During this time one of my jobs was to hack into multiple agencies, and facilities and delete files. I was not told what these files were just that they were to be destroyed. During one of my assignments, there was a file that we were instructed not to touch. Curiosity got the best of me one day and I opened it. The images that filled the screen were hard to look at. There were countless photos of women and children being tortured, raped, and even murdered. I quickly recognized some of the people in the photos carrying out these crimes as being some of the world's top political leaders, various members of law enforcement, and even my boss at the time. I made a copy of everything and quickly closed the file. I confided in my best friend Adam and another coworker David but what I didn't realize at the time was David had been a part of this as well. He told what I had seen and they instantly tried to pin some of the crimes on me." Once the video had concluded Blackwell flips the screen and the whole room gasps as a picture flashes on the screen. A picture that has been burned in my brain and haunted my nightmares ever since the first time I saw it. I instantly feel sick to my stomach. There on the screen was a picture of my former boss as well as an FBI agent and a member of congress standing over a young girl who couldn't have been older than 10. Her shirt had been ripped down the front and her pants and underwear pulled down to her ankles. Her body was covered in blood and bruises. Her lifeless eyes stared at the camera her throat had been slit from ear to ear. I later learned this was the daughter of a man who had evidence against them and threatened to expose them. The next picture was of three bodies mutilated beyond recognition lying in a ditch along a deserted stretch of road. These bodies were not identified and were originally thought to be those of illegal immigrants killed by the drug cartel. The next slide showed a series of text messages between Lutz and an unknown person discussing getting rid of these bodies who were again people who dared to speak out against them. I now realize how incredibly lucky I am to still be alive knowing what they are capable of. A few more slides showing pictures of similar crimes as well as documents linking Lutz to embezzlement and fraud as well as other lesser crimes. Once the DA was finished showing pictures and describing the incidents he sat down. It was time for the defense to call their witnesses. There were a couple of character witnesses who testified to how great of a man Jason Lutz is and how he could never be involved in such terrible crimes. The next witness was someone I never expected to see again.

"We would like to call Lola Roberts to the stand your honor." He says smirking at the DA.

"Fuck!" I yell out at the TV screen upon hearing her name. Adam's younger sister strolls into the courtroom with her head held high, long blonde hair perfectly curled, wearing way too much makeup as always. God, what did I ever see in her? She walks up to the front raising her right hand.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you, God?"

"I do." She answers making me scoff. I know whatever she's about to say will be anything but the truth. Lola wouldn't know what the truth was if it slapped her in the face. Vasquez walks up to the witness stand.

"Ms. Roberts, can you please tell the court what your relationship is to Adam Roberts who testified here today?"

"He's my brother."

I roll my eyes knowing more than likely her only role is to try to discredit Adam and I. Just then the door opens and Detective Morgan walks in. He looks at me like he wants to say something but doesn't. He just sits down beside me and I turn my attention back to the TV screen.

"Can you tell the court what your relationship was to Jake Peters?"

"He was my boyfriend we were together for two years."

"Bullshit!" I yell out. We had sex occasionally before I realized how demented she was but we never dated.

"Calm down son." Agent Morgan says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Have you seen the pictures shown here before?" Vasquez asks.

"I have. Jake showed them to me."

"Why did he do that?"

"He used to brag about the awful things he and Adam would do. He got off on watching innocent children being raped and tortured. They were the ones in charge of all of this they ordered Mr. Lutz and those other men to do those things and would threaten their wives and children if they refused." She says as tears stream down her face. She always could cry on the spot whenever it benefited her though I never thought she would go this far. I know she's an awful person but to make up a story like this I would have never thought she could do that.

"So you're saying my client only did these horrible things to protect his family from having these things done to them?"

"Yes, he had no choice."

"Why are you just now coming forward? Why didn't you go to the police when you first learned of this?" He asks her.

"I have a daughter she was only four at the time. Jake told me if I told anyone she would end up just like the girl in that picture and he would make sure I watched everything they did to her before they killed me too. He's dead now so I have nothing to be scared of." She says while fake sobbing. I turn to agent Morgan, obviously enraged by what I just heard.

"You know she's fucking lying right?!" I yell at him. I would never do those vile things to anyone and I would certainly not hurt a child. I would like to say I would never hurt a woman but right now I would love nothing more than to wrap my hands around Lola's neck and squeeze until every bit of life has drained from her body.

"I know. We are working on proving that. We were able to obtain a warrant for her phone records a few hours ago. I'm hoping she's stupid enough to have texted someone about her little show she's putting on here." He says. I turn back to the TV watching her ramble on about how I was supposedly the one pulling all the strings. I hear a phone ring and look over at agent Morgan. He answers.

"Already... great... ok I'll be there in a minute." He walks over to the door but turns and smiles at me. "Watch this." He mouths to me before walking out the door. A few moments later I see agent Morgan walk into the courtroom holding a stack of papers. He hands them to the DA and whisper something to him.

"No further questions your honor," Vasquez states before returning to his seat.

"Your witness Blackwell." The judge says. Morgan and Blackwell are still talking and the judge repeats.

"Your witness Blackwell." Blackwell turns to him like he just realized he was speaking to him.

"Your honor, may we approach the bench?" He asks

"Go head." The judge says. Both Blackwell and Vasquez approach and Blackwell hands the judge a stack of papers. I can't tell what they're saying but it is clear Vasquez is not at all happy. They argue for a few moments before Vasquez slams his hand down in the judge's desk. The judge gives him a warning look before saying something. Vasquez returns to his seat and Blackwell hands Lola the stack of papers. Her face automatically goes pale as she looks down at what he handed her.

"Ms. Roberts do you know what you're looking at?" Blackwell asks. She remains silent and he answers for her.

"This is a copy of your phone records. More specifically this is a copy of your texts with an unknown number that we traced to a burner cell. I will start reading and when I ask I would like you to read the highlighted area." He walks over towards the Jury before reading from the paper.

"The police are coming after us. You have to do something. Tell them it was all Jake and Adam's idea." He says then looks over at her

"Go on Ms. Robert read the first highlighted part." She looks up at the judge but he urges her to read.

"What do I say how do I make them believe me?" She says her voice barely over a whisper

"Tell them Jake showed you the pictures and bragged about making us do those things. Hell, tell them you were dating him. I'm sure they will believe he would confide in his girlfriend. He's dead Lola, it's not like he can dispute it. I promise to make it worth your time. Whatever you want just name it." He pauses looking at her again but she just sits there with her mouth hanging open. "Ok, I'll read it for you." He says before continuing. "Ten million wired to an offshore account that cannot be traced back to me." The jury gasps at his words.

"Tell me Ms. Roberts who is behind this unknown number?"

"Objection!" Vasquez calls out.

"Overruled. Answer the question." The judge says. She turns and looks up at him.

"Umm, can I plead the fifth?" She asks.

"You can but you're going to jail either way so why go down alone?" Blackwell says.

"It was him!" She yells pointing at Jason Lutz. "He did it! He threatened me I had no choice!" She yells and the judge motions for the bailiff to arrest her.

"You bitch! You're dead!" Lutz yells out at her making the jury instantly start talking amongst themselves.

"Order!" The judge yells out smacking his gavel on the desk.

After she's taken out in cuffs the defense calls their next witness. Just then the door opens behind me and I turn around to see Adam.

"How the hell can you two be related?" I ask

"Hell, I've been trying to figure that out for years. I told you she was psycho before you started fucking her."

"Yeah but I just figured you just didn't like her because she was the annoying little sister. I didn't realize she was actually fucking crazy."

"So how's life as Tristan?" He asks changing the subject.

"It's been good so far. I've made a couple of friends. Chase, the guy I'm assigned to, and then there's his sister MC."

"Haven't you learned your lesson about sleeping with your friend's sisters?" He says rolling his eyes.

"Ok first of all I haven't slept with her and MC is different." I take out my phone showing him a picture I took while we were looking for engagement spots for Hannah and Thomas.

"Well, she's definitely too pretty for you you sure you have a chance?" He laughs

"Asshole," I say glaring at him. "She's pretty much everything I've ever wanted and she's way too fucking good for me." I let out a sigh.

"Oh shit. Sounds like you love her. You've known her for how long? Like a month? Don't you think it's too soon for all that? Does she feel the same way?" He asks

"Well, that's complicated."

"Umm, how is that complicated?" He has a confused look on his face.

I lean closer to him keeping my voice as low as possible "Well you see before we met there was this guy. She had never met him or even seen his face but she was completely in love with him. He died in a shootout the day we met." I say giving him a look trying to make him get the hint.

"How the fuck did you manage to pull this one off?" He says loudly

"Keep your voice down! That's the thing though, I didn't. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. It was pure coincidence. I was surprised to end up with her brother. I made sure there was nothing linking her to me so I guess they didn't know any better."

"She has no idea does she?" He asks any I shake my head. We both turn our attention to the screen where David, our former coworker is testifying.

"You think the jury is going to believe anything after what happened with Lola?" I ask Adam.

"Not if they have half a brain." He replies.

After that testimony both the district attorney and the defense attorney give their closing arguments and the jury is sent out to deliberate. The door opens and agent Morgan comes in.

"You boys did good. It's all in the jury's hands now." He says

"So will I need to be here for all the trials?" I ask

"No, we don't want to risk them knowing you're alive. If you want to watch we can set something up where you can watch from home. You however, Mr. Roberts, may be called to testify in the future so you'll have to be there." He says and Adam nods.

"I'm going to need to think on that. This was really hard to watch." I say a little unsure of what I want to do.

"Listen, this is probably going to be the easiest one we have. Everything is going to get harder as we move up the ladder. So if either of you can think of anyone else who may have valuable information please let us know." Agent Morgan says and Adam and I look at each other.

"Well, there was that one guy." Adam says

"Yeah, we reached out to him when we were trying to expose everything. He seemed to be the type to want to bring justice to those who deserved it but we don't have much to go on." I say

"We never got his real name or anything else about him we only have a screen name." Adam tells him

"What's the screen name? I'll see what I can find."

"NightStalker21 but just so you know he's clean. He refused to get involved in anything illegal. He cut all contact when he learned we were wanted. You won't have anything to hold against him. He might just help anyway though." I say wishing I had more info to give him.

"It's not much but I'll see what I can do with that." He says and his phone beeps and he looks down at it. "Well that was quick, less than an hour and we already have a verdict." We all turn our attention to the TV as everyone files back into the courtroom. We all breathe a sigh of relief as we hear the jury deliver the verdict. Guilty on all counts. After we are sure everyone has left the building Agent Morgan turns to shake mine and Adam's hand.

"Well, thank you both for coming." He says like we had a choice. "You both are free to go. I guess this goes without saying but neither of you are allowed to leave the country. Mr. Roberts, you will be assigned to an someone on the west coast since he is on the east coast." He says motioning to me "Someone will get in touch with you soon. "As for you Mr. Duval you fly out first thing in the morning. I hope you have a safe flight and stay out of trouble. That goes for both of you." He says before walking out. Adam and I say our goodbyes before leaving. I text MC to let her know I'm coming back tomorrow morning. Since it's Saturday and she doesn't have work I ask if I can stop by. My phone beeps and I look at her reply.

Yeah, you can come hang out with me and Jared. Have a safe flight. See you soon. :)

Jared? Who the fuck is Jared?

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hi!!! I’d love to see what you do with #24 from the request list!!

24 – turning around to check on you constantly when they are walking in the front.

aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader. tw: canon-typical gun violence, mentions of a dead body. 

“Go.”

His voice was sharp, and you moved, your shoulder colliding with the door, shoving in and through and aiming your gun up. “FBI! We have a warrant!” your voice rang out, but the house was ominous. Quiet. Dark.

It was only your third case with the group. A new transfer, from the south, a Florida agent with a strong work ethic and desire to get out of Miami. You’d linked up the BAU and ended up liking it, but you were unsure how that got you stuck with the unit chief watching your every move.

“Flashlights.” Hotch’s beam lit up, and you watched him push forward, taking the spot behind him as the two of you moved through the place. After a moment, he glanced behind him, raising a brow to you in a silent question. You nodded.

“F-B-I! Tenemos un orden!” Your voice echoed again, and with a soft sigh, you shrugged pushing up to be alongside him, whisper. “F-B-I! Jose Vasquez! Come out with your hands up!”

Silence. The air filled with dust.

“I don’t hear anything,” he admitted. “Let’s do a sweep. Stay behind me.”

The two of you moved in sync. Every pause he looked back at you, and your eyes told the whole story. When to move, when to stop, each room cleared one by one. You were good team members, perfect partners, and by the end of it the whole place was searched and deemed safe. But you couldn’t help but wonder, with a hint of irritation, why he kept looking at you, as if he was prepared for a mistake you would make.

Finally, the search was over. breath left you after the last room. No unsub sure, but that could only mean he was out hunting. It made you shiver, thinking about it.

Then you heard Hotch call your name.

“There’s a door here. It’s leading down.”

Your gun was drawn again, held tight in your hands as you pushed forward. And more than that, you understood why Hotch called out to you. You were smaller than him, if only just enough to make the descent easier on your back.

You turned to look at him after glancing down the steps. No lights. Of course. And cobwebs right in front of you.

“Oh, you owe me. If this is hazing the newbie, you people have got a sick sense of humor,” you muttered, and slowly, carefully the two of you descended the steps. A corner had you looking behind you, Hotch’s head ducked painfully to come down behind you. You could feel his eyes on you, then, too, and it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Jose Vasquez,” you dared to call out again. “Come out with your hands in the air!”

Nothing. Again. The air down in the basement was thick with something potent, and lifted your arm to cover your nose for a second, the end of the stairs opening up the space. Suddenly, Hotch pushed in front of you, his gun raised, his flashlight illuminating what it could.

“What the hell?” you muttered. Was that a... a body?”

Hotch looked behind him, and that gaze seemed to scan you. What bothered you the most was how concerned he looked, like there was something vulnerable to you. You could almost feel him second-guessing your addition, and your hackles seemed to rise at the thought. “I’m fine, boss, you can keep your eyes forward –“

Suddenly his eyes lifted. Widened. You whirled around, to see what he saw, and your jaw dropped at the sight of a gun lifting to aim at your head.

“Agent, get down!” A direct order, and you dropped, the sound of guns firing making your body flinch. When your eyes looked up again, Hotch was still standing, the discharge from the gun obvious in the shine from the flashlights. He moved forward, to lean over the body of the man who’d almost killed you.

“Boss?” you whispered, eyes wide as you lifted yourself to standing. Once more he glanced behind him, and that concern was back.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded. Quickly, sharply.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Just… never stop checking up on me. Apparently, you have eyes in the back of your head.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he huffed, and your face flushed, against your will. And in that moment, you were grateful for the dark and the ringing of your ears from the shot, because then you didn’t have to hear your own heartbeat, fast and fluttery in your chest from the way he looked at you when he said it. 

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Chapters: 1/11 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015), Arrow (TV 2012), The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers & Nia Nal, Caitlin Snow & Iris West, Alex Danvers & Lena Luthor, Barry Allen & Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers & Kate Kane, Barry Allen & Kara Danvers & Oliver Queen, Alex Danvers & Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers & Maggie Sawyer, Barry Allen & Oliver Queen Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Barry Allen, Iris West, Wally West, Kate Kane (DCU), Oliver Queen, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015), Nia Nal, Querl Dox, Brainy, Winn Schott Jr., J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Maggie Sawyer, Felicity Smoak, Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Harrison "Sherloque" Wells, Lex Luthor, Curtis Holt, Nate Heywood, Dinah Drake, Mar Novu | The Monitor, Eobard Thawne, Caitlin Snow, Killer Frost, Cisco Ramon, Reverse Flash, Ruby Arias, John Constantine, Malcolm Merlyn, John Diggle, Agent Vasquez (Supergirl TV 2015), Lucy Lane (DCU), William Clayton (Arrow TV 2012), Lyla Michaels, Anti-Monitor (DCU), Astra Logue, Jesse "Quick" Wells, Jay Garrick, Gary Green, Gideon (DC's Legends of Tomorrow), Ray Palmer, Zari Tomaz | Zari Tarazi, Joe West, Thea Queen, Rene Ramirez, Earth-2 Laurel Lance, Jefferson "Jax" Jackson, Nyssa al Ghul, Ralph Dibny, Mick Rory, Earth-X Leonard "Leo" Snart, Roy Harper Additional Tags: my take on Crisis on infinite earths, Crisis on Infinite Earths Crossover Event (CW DC TV Universe), Lena Luthor Finds Out Kara Danvers is Supergirl, kinda angsty, Lena's salty, one big epic crossover, Kara kinda almost dies, Lena Luthor Loves Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, Slow Burn Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, everyone is big sad, nerds get to nerd, Supergirl (TV 2015) Season 4, lena's in her feels, damn this is all about lena, Lex Luthor is a pain in the ass, Minor Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen, Minor Barry Allen/Iris West, Minor Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Minor Querl Dox/Nia Nal, Established Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe, mention of Bruce Wayne - Freeform, people die, lots of feels, i'm sorry for the insane amount of tags Summary:

Kara didn't imagine it would go the way it went. The way Lena stared at her. The silence that filled the apartment. The chill that went down her spine. The emptiness of her eyes.

The deeper they get into it, the more terrible things get. Because their friends Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, and Kate Kane come from Earth-1, requiring their help because of an impending crisis.

The longer it goes on, the more tension there is. Yet the more that happens, the less confusion there is eventually.

Someone's going to have to make the ultimate sacrifice. But if it's one of the two destined lovers, then what will one do without the other?

AKA Crisis happens and Lena finds out Kara is Supergirl and she's really hurt and there's some angst and plot

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When I’m Saved (Part 1)

AN: This story is a loose and dramatised version based on a true event that happened to me. I have changed names and situations for privacy reasons. This will be a Tumblr and Ao3 exclusive fic. I hope you all enjoy laughing at how much of an idiot I am for getting into this situation.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming in on such brief notice, and I apologise for calling you all in this late.” Section Chief Mateo Cruz greets his tired team after the plane takes off. “You will notice, Dr Lewis is not here. She took a flight out to Peyton, Idaho to be the liaison for the La Byorteaux family. In the meantime, we have Dr Spencer Reid.” 

“What exactly is the situation?” Agent Prentiss asks. 

“Sixteen-year-old Dmitri La Byorteaux was reported missing from Disneyland at midnight, when the park closed. Park security and LAPD are still searching the park just in case he is still there. Dmitri was with his school group, the Peyton Panthers Marching Band and Colour Guard. The LAPD is taking copies of all of their records concerning Dmitri. The band directors are John Tremblay and Mark Wozniak, assistant leaders are Amy Tremblay, Jill Mellencamp, Nicholas Grace, Nicholas Vasquez, Lily Jones, and Arthur Wallace. There are parent chaperones, the one in charge of Dmitri is Ressa Kilburn,” the section chief explains.

“None of them know where he is or can get ahold of him?” Agent Jareau asks.

“No. These girls may know, though.” 

“Adelaide Parker, Tessa Anderson, Emily McClane, Imogen Wilkinson?” 

“His roommates. They were with him for every moment of the trip.” 

“Roommates? Why would they room a boy with four girls? That sounds very strange.” 

“Hello, crimefighters!” Ms Garcia cheerfully greets the team. “I’ve just been through Dmitri’s records that Mrs Mellencamp has provided. He didn’t have a seat buddy on the bus. He was in the back of the ‘orange’ bus, with Imogen and Emily in front of him. And Dmitri is on three medications, two anti-depressants and a thyroid hormone. He is also reportedly allergic to ibuprofen.” 

“Two anti-depressants?” 

“Yeah, fluoxetine and trazodone.” 

“Those two together can create an effect called serotonin syndrome, which is an excess in the hormone serotonin, which is known as the hormone that makes people happy. Symptoms can range from headaches and myoclonus to hyperthermia and a drastically increased heart rate,” Dr Reid says.

“Dmitri’s phone is most likely dead, because I can’t track it.” 

“Does he talk to anybody from the Los Angeles area?” 

“I spotted a few Los Angeles numbers in his contacts. One belongs to a Hussein College. Another is registered to a man named Diego Castro, and yet another is registered to a Jacob Freeman. I’m sending contact information to your mobiles.”

“Castro’s a forty-year-old drag queen. Has the physique to easily overpower Dmitri.”

“Freeman is six feet tall, twenty-one-years-old, also has the physique to overpower Dmitri easily. Do they know each other? Did either of them know Dmitri or each other before yesterday?”

“No. I don’t even think Diego and Jacob know each other now, but I...I just found a picture on Diego’s Instagram, it’s from yesterday, and both Dmitri and Tessa are in it. Diego’s the one hugging Dmitri, the other men are friends of his.” 

“That’s Tessa over there on the other side. And is Dmitri in a wheelchair?”

“Yeah, none of the band records mentioned a wheelchair or a mobility impairment, so let me just get ahold of Dmitri’s medical records…” Typing can be heard through the laptop. “Huh. There’s nothing for Dmitri. At all. Like, he doesn’t exist. I found a Rhys La Byorteaux, though, they have the same prescriptions, same hometown, same last name... same parents… the only thing different is that Rhys is a girl and Dmitri is a boy. They even have the same therapist.”

“Rhys and Dmitri sound like they’re the same person. When did Dmitri start existing?”

“Early 2017. That’s also when Rhys kind of started...not existing… yeah, they’re the same person, records from Dmitri’s clinic show Rhys is a legal name and that he is biologically female, but he is seeking treatment for gender dysphoria and uses the name Dmitri.”

“Oh... he’s transgender? Why weren’t we told of that?” Agent Jareau asks. “I feel like that would be important information to know.”

“I don’t know, but we’re still calling him Dmitri, right?”

“We should, to avoid confusion. How common is that last name?”

“Not very, sir, the only other people I’m finding in America with that last name are the acting brothers and Dmitri’s family... there is a birth certificate for a Luke La Byorteaux, born to Nathaniel La Byorteaux and a Maria Alvez, but I can’t find anything for Luke past 1989.” Agent Alvez looks to the laptop with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Did you just say Maria Alvez?” 

“Yeah, she also kind of went missing, too.” 

“Garcia. Focus on Dmitri.”

“Got it. Dmitri’s medical records look relatively normal until the age of three, then after that, it looks like he’s a frequent flyer in the medical field. He was born relatively healthy for being induced three weeks early, except for the part where his father, Nathaniel La Byorteaux, was removed from the delivery room for protesting when the doctor threw the baby at mother Eva Kelly’s chest, and also for refusing doctors access to newborn Dmitri, who was born anemic.” 

“What kind of father refuses treatment for his newborn child?” Agent Simmons asks. “What started happening when Dmitri turned three?”

“A lot of appointments with specialty doctors, peppered in with ER visits. They referred Dmitri out to an audiologist based on concerns of multiple ear infections and being deaf. They found out he wasn’t deaf by scanning his brain waves when the regular test didn’t work out, and he was developmentally delayed, put in preschool at three, the youngest in his class. He ate a penny, went to the ER to have it pumped out, that’s like the one relatively normal thing that happened to him. Eva Kelly and Nathaniel La Byorteaux voiced many concerns about Dmitri’s never-ending ear infections and the strep throat that he would get constantly, and the frequent nosebleeds that happened nearly daily. He was admitted to the ER many times, covered in bruises from head to toe, bleeding profusely, dangerously high fevers, and they rushed him from the hospital in Ontario, Oregon to Boise, Idaho. CPS was called over concerns of Nathaniel abusing Dmitri, but charges were dismissed once Eva explained that Nathaniel wouldn’t actually beat Dmitri if he didn’t wake up, that was just how Nathaniel woke him up.” 

“What? Nathaniel threatened to beat up Dmitri?”

“Yeah, I wish that was a joke. All of the tests came back that there were no platelets in Dmitri’s system. Anywhere. Zilch. He was given three bags of immunoglobulin and carefully monitored after that. Doctors determined that the only explanation could have been this rare disease called ITP, or-”

“Immune Thrombocytopenic Purpura. The body mistakenly attacks and destroys platelets in the body, which are fragments of cells that help clot the blood when the body is wounded. It usually starts in children after a viral disease, and it usually resolves itself with no need for treatment.” 

“Yes, Good Doctor. Dmitri’s condition was closely monitored after that, and then shortly after his fifth birthday, he was diagnosed with autism by a specialist in Salt Lake City, Utah. He went to the MayoClinic in Phoenix, Arizona for a month to have a splenectomy, and then that August, he and his brother Roger Kelly were nearly killed in a single-car rollover, and more blood bags were needed, both sustained concussions. Dmitri was admitted to the ER again later that month after he reportedly fell from the shelves in his closet during the night, that’s a concussion, and then again after he tipped over one of those old-person motor scooters onto himself, but miraculously, all he had was road rash and a bunch of scratches.” 

“What? Where did he get a motorised scooter?”

“His dad apparently got it after breaking his knee on his stepson, Robert’s trick bike, when he collided with the garden gnome. Robert also split his chin open and had to get five stitches. Again, the garden gnome. No, I’m not making any of this up. Let’s see...no hospital activity until Dmitri got his tonsils removed at age nine, apparently that was the reason he got strep throat five times a year. He went through urgent care all the time for weird accidents, like one time, his face swelled up to the size of a grapefruit because of misusing acne wipes. He went through urgent care at fourteen for a concussion, was sent home, no further testing was done... and then two months later, he was admitted to the ER for a major concussion, tests showed no brain bleeding, he was sent home to recover from it, when to the ER three months ago because he had bled out during a panic attack...He didn’t go to the ER again until three weeks ago, and yeah.”

“How does he behave in school?”

“Uh...Dmitri is mayhem incarnate, constant behaviour issues. He’s noted to be moody, fidgety, stubborn. Quite closed off from his peers, distracted, impulsive. He does his work super fast and is noted to be quite intelligent but breaks the rules. He is known to be very messy, and he is regularly known to be very goofy, often covered in markers and other things.. He argues with teachers a lot, has his phone confiscated a lot, violates dress code a lot, has been involved in weird incidents, has a very filthy mouth, serves a lot of detention for being late, a lot.” 

“He’s a rule breaker. You think he left on purpose?”

“He doesn’t look like he can in that wheelchair. It looks like a park rental. Garcia, check into that wheelchair thing. And check Dmitri’s social media. His emails and text messages, too.” 

“On it. I’m going to update Tara.” The blonde woman ends the call, and the screen returns to a navy blue background. 

“I’m going to call LAPD, tell them Dmitri has less time than we thought,” Chief Cruz says, pulling out his cell phone and stepping towards another section of the plane. 

“How do you bleed out from a panic attack?” Agent Rossi asks. “Kid has got talents.”

“That entire family has talents. A garden gnome?”

“Less talk about the freak garden gnome accident, more trying to find Dmitri. He couldn’t have gotten far if he needed a wheelchair, so someone would have had to carry him out if he got far.” 

“We have to figure out why he was in the wheelchair.” 

“He had a concussion three weeks ago that went mostly untreated, he’s probably still showing symptoms, and he may have developed physical coordination issues rendering him temporarily unable to walk. He may also be extremely dizzy, or his limbs may be extremely weak,” Dr Reid explains. 

“Someone would have had to take him. We should track down Diego Castro and Jacob Freeman, see what they know.” 

“The girls would definitely know what happened to him. We have to talk to them. We should also talk to the chaperones that would know Dmitri the best, starting with John and Amy Tremblay.”

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Mauvais Amour Part One

Summary: One expects you to be everything, the girl who fights for those who can’t. The other expects you to be just like him, an orphan from another planet. Except you’re neither of those things, and you’re never going to be. You didn’t grow up like they did, they had someone who loved them. You grew up inside shield, and shield isn’t known for love and compassion. You meet the man of steel, the man who stands for truth and justice. You also meet captain america, the symbol of freedom and protection. Both who are lovesick fools, for you.

Warnings: Slow Burn, Unrequited Love, Angst, Death, Nsfw, Fluff, Hurt Feelings Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Clark Kent x Reader

AN: Italics are memories/flashbacks Bruce is kinda an asshole in this chapter, but it won’t last!

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Agents were running around, some yelling at each other from across the room as sirens blared.

“Who do you think they lost this time?”

Oliver snorted as they walked further into the helicarrier, everyone looking around at the chaos.

“You know, I don’t remember it being like this the last time we were here.”

Bruce huffed, rolling his eyes.

“That’s because the last time we were summoned.”

Barry tilted his head to the side, looking over at Bruce.

“Oh you mean like this time?”

“If you were summoned, I would be mentioning how I told Waller that I need you here yesterday and not the fact that you are three hours late.”

Everyone turned, surprise written on their face as Clark grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why are we here director?”

“We need your help.”

Fury walked past them, nodding for them to follow.

Barry leaned towards Oliver, whispering.

“I thought they had their own team for this sorta stuff?”

Oliver sighed, shrugging slightly as they were led to a conference room away from all the chaos. Bruce huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at Fury.

“Director-”

Fury held his hand up, pressing something causing the screen behind him to light up, showing a picture of a shield agent.

“Two months ago we sent an agent to Cuba on a recognizance mission. They missed their last five check ins.” “I’m still failing to see how this has anything to do with us.”

Fury turned towards Bruce, glaring.

“If you’d be quiet for longer than five seconds Wayne I could tell you.”

Bruce huffed as Oliver and Diana snickered, looking back over at Fury. The screen behind him changed, showing a different picture.

“This is my asset, superwoman. We sent her to retrieve agent Vasquez when we received this video.”

The lights cut off as Fury sat down, the video popping up as he pressed play. A scream was the first thing they heard before a light came on, showing a woman behind suspended in the air by her arms and legs, making an x. Her hair was matted with dirt and blood, dried blood on the side of her face, a gash on her face steadily bleeding. A man dressed head to toe in black came up beside her, stabbing her in her side and thigh, causing her to scream out. He left the knives in her, walking up to the camera, grinning.

“You should’ve never have sent her here.”

The screen went black as the lights came back on, Bruce looking over at Fury.

“I still don’t see how this has anything to do with us.”

Diana glared over at Bruce, shaking her head when Fury sighed, looking over at Clark.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s like you Clark. She’s from krypton.”

An awkward silence filled the room as Clark made a face, slightly shaking his head as Bruce walked over, taking a seat.

“What?”

Fury sighed, clicking on the pointer, the screen changing, showing a young girl no older than ten, fighting.

“Twenty years ago, Y/N crashed into the triskelion. She managed to bring down the top seven floors before she landed. We believed she was a threat and reacted like so until one of our agents opened the pod and a found a four year old child. We knew we couldn’t give her up for adoption because we had no idea what she was or what she could do. So we kept her here, away from civilization. She’s been with us since. Generally Y/N is sent in to handle the bigger bases who pose a worldwide threat. She goes in and takes care of everything before it can get out of control. Because no one knows of her, she goes on undercover missions as well.”

“With powers like hers it comes in handy.”

Fury nodded, looking over at Oliver.

“Yes.”

“You’ve used her. You turned her into a weapon.”

Fury shook his head, the screen changing showing Y/N in a classroom, answering questions.

“We gave her as normal of a childhood as we could. Yes we ran tests to learn what she was and what she could do, but that turned futile since-” “Our skin can’t be penetrated.” “Right. When Y/N first showed her powers, we taught her how to control them. Y/N was the one who requested to start working for shield. I never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to.”

“You need us because your team doesn’t know about her.”

Fury nodded, looking over at Bruce.

“No one does. Only a handful of people know exactly what it is she can do. Everyone else just thinks she’s another agent with anger issues. Y/N has never crossed paths with the avengers and we’d like to keep it that way.” “And since we have a kryptonian on our side, you think we should help.”

“You have experience with them, yes. I’ve got agents with less experience willing to go to save her and agent Vasquez. It’s only fair to everyone to send in someone who can actually be of assistance.” “If she’s from krypton, why did she look the way she did? Let alone get captured?”

Clark sighed as Bruce pulled something from his pocket, opening the lead box, showing the bright glowing green rock.

“Kryptonite.”

Clark held his arm out towards Bruce as he picked it up, holding it near Clark, the veins in his hand and arm becoming green, causing him to grimace.

“It weakens us. Our powers become useless, it makes us human.”

Bruce put it back in the box, putting it back in his pocket.

“You didn’t know it existed?”

Fury glared slightly, shaking his head.

“No.” Bruce grinned leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And I though you and Amanda were best friends.”

Fury huffed, standing up, the screen going black.

“Amanda doesn’t tell me everything, like I don’t tell her everything. She has no idea that Y/N is kryptonian, I’d like to keep it that way.” “She had no reason to tell you about kryptonite.”

Fury nodded, walking towards the door.

“I requested your help because you’ve experienced this sorta thing before, my team, my agents, they haven’t.” “We’ll do it.”

Fury stopped, turning towards Clark as Clark nodded, looking over at Diana who nodded, both turning towards Fury.

“We’ll go to Cuba and rescue your agents.”

Fury nodded, sighing to himself.

“I just have one question.”

Fury nodded, stepping back towards the table where everyone was seated.

“If you knew she was from krypton, and you knew Waller had a file on each of us and that one of us was from krypton, why didn’t you look into it? Why didn’t you try to find out if there was anything that could hurt her?”

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“This is stupid, it has nothing to do with us.”

Diana rolled her eyes, looking over at Bruce.

“One would think that you would want to save anyone in danger, no matter who requests our help.”

“Fury has his own team he could send out to Cuba to save them. He doesn’t need us.”

Clark stepped out from the cockpit, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fury showed us the records for Y/N, she’s never been injured. They’ve never had to save her because she always did the saving, she was never the one in need of saving. You saw the video, she’s injured. Shield won’t know what to do to help her, we do. Besides, considering Fury helped you when the Joker escaped the last time, you would think you’d owe him one.”

Bruce huffed as the jet landed, rolling his eyes.

“Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we get back the sooner we can go back to doing what we do.” Diana stood up as the ramp opened, walking down.

“And what’s that, saving people?”

Clark snorted as Oliver and Barry laughed, following behind as they walked down the ramp.

“Let’s just find the agents and leave.”

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“I don’t appreciate Fury not telling us that he was also sending in his team.”

Clark rolled his eyes as he used his heat vision to stop the armored truck carrying more agents, turning towards the building and walking in.

“He didn’t know.”

“You know this how?”

Clark walked down the hall to the basement, punching the guard by the door in the face.

“Fury’s currently yelling a slew of colorful words at them as we speak. But we’re still the ones to get superwoman. They’re getting agent Vasquez.”

“Great. Well where is she?”

Clark kicked the door open, walking in.

“I’ve got her. Get back to the jet.”

Clark used his heat vision on the control panel in the back of the room, the beams surrounding Y/N flickering off. He walked up to her, grabbing the chains that were attached to her feet, breaking them. He held her to him as he broke the ones holding her arms up. She groaned as she fell into his arms, Clark apologizing softly as he bent down, picking her up bridal style.

“We’re coming out now, are the others still here?”

“Yea. They’re a little busy though.”

Clark nodded, walking up the stairs, trying not to jostle her.

“Let’s keep them that way. I doubt they know about her and Fury said he’d like to keep it that way so that’s what we’re going to do. Is the jet ready?”

“Just waiting on you.”

“Alright. We’ll be there shortly.”

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Clark walked up to where Fury was standing, stopping beside him.

“They’re mad at you.”

Fury hummed, leaning forward, placing his hands on the window seal.

“Which ones?”

Clark huffed a laugh, watching the doctors attach Y/N to a heart monitor.

“Bruce will get over it. He’s not angry at you.” “I figured as much.” “You’re team however-” Fury grinned, nodding.

“Will also get over themselves. They’re not back yet.”

Clark tilted his head to the side, making a face.

“They’re left cleaning up. Agent Vasquez was brought back by medical with just a broken arm and blood loss.” “I’m glad she’s safe.”

“Thank you, for saving her.”

Clark nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watched the doctors place a bandage over the cut on her side.

“Of course.”

Clark turned towards Fury, causing Fury to look over at him.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay.”

Fury nodded, turning back towards the window.

“Of course. I’m sure you’d like to ask her some questions, and I'm sure she’ll have some for you.”

Clark went to say something when the heart monitor attached to Y/N flatlined, causing the doctors to go into a panic. Fury pushed off the window seal, slamming the door open with Clark behind him.

“What the hell is happening?”

One of the doctors turned towards Fury, shrugging.

“We don’t know.” “Do better than “we don’t know.”

“We’ve already sewed up her side and thigh. She’s not bleeding internally, there’s no reason why she should be flatlining.” “Charge to 200! Clear!”

Clark made a face, tilting his head to the side as he watched the doctors shock Y/N when he saw a faint line of green along her arms and legs.

“Kryptonite.”

Fury turned towards Clark, slightly shaking his head.

“What?” Clark looked over at Fury before he walked over to where Y/N was, touching her arm, grimacing.

“I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.” Fury walked over to him, glaring slightly.

“See what?”

“There’s kryptonite in her system. Do you have sun lamps?”

Fury made a face, nodding as he turned towards the agent who was standing by the door.

“Go get them. Grab some people to help, bring them all.”

The agent nodded, running out of the room and down the hall.

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Groaning, I blinked as I opened my eyes, looking around the room. I made a face, moving to sit up, gasping.

“Hey, hey, easy now.”

I blinked, groaning as Fury gently pushed me back down.

“Nick? What happened? Where am I?”

Fury smiled, slightly shaking his head.

“Breathe.”

I glared, huffing.

“You went to Cuba and somewhere along the line you got captured. They tortured you and I sent a team to bring you back.”

“How did I get captured? Who did you send? Is Vasquez okay?”

Fury nodded, standing up to his full height.

“Vasquez is fine. He’s got a broken arm but other than that he’s fine.”

I sighed, nodding.

“Good.”

“We’ve got you surrounded my sun lamps.” I tilted my head to the side, slightly shaking my head.

“Sun lamps?”

“It’s helping replenish your powers.”

I nodded, looking over at Fury.

“Now who do you send?”

Fury sighed, grabbing the chair and pulling it beside me, sitting down.

“The league. But the avengers were there to, they’re the ones who brought Vasquez home.” I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“Why would you call the league in?”

Fury went to say something when the door opened, Fury turning to see who it was, standing up. The person at the door gasped, their eyes widening when they landed on me. Fury looked between us as I made a face, turning towards Fury.

“Fu-”

“Y/n this is Clark Kent. He’s from krypton, like you.”

I made a face as he walked closer, waving.

“Hi.”

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